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twicesserafim · 8 months

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"Couples fight, it's all gonna be okay."

[Not proofread!]

Third Person Pov:

"well if you listened to me, kkura!" "i am, y/n! you're lying. I can tell when you lie, why do you keep going out late, not telling me who you're with or what you're doing!" "because i cant, babe." "Jesus fuck, i cant do this. I need some air."

You groaned, sitting back down on the bed, running your hand through your hair before mumbling. "okay, fine. do whatever you want." That's a line both of you know, the like you use when you're upset with the person you said it to.

Sakura knew for sure, you're mad at her. She sighed and grabbed a hoodie, throwing it on, grabbing her phone and wallet before walking out. She walked out of the dorm. It took about an hour before there was a knock on your door.

"hm?" "hey.. it's zuha, can i come in?" "yeah, go ahead" She opened the door before closing it behind her, "what's up zuzu?" "eunchae isnt.. happy" "what? why?" "what's going on between you and kkura unnie?"

"uh, im not cheating, im trying to plan something for our 3 year anniversary but she thinks im cheating and stuff. It's just- complicated, i don't know." "are you guys gonna be okay?" "i hope so, i hope we don't break up over something this dumb."

"yeah.. we all hope so too." "why is eunchae upset?" "listen.. it's.. you and kkura unnie are like her parents. you guys fighting feels like her parents are fighting, she doesn't feel good. Because she's worried you guys are gonna break up"

You groaned before running your eyes, "can i talk to her?" "yeah, give me a sec." Kazuha left and less then a minute later, eunchae came in. "unnie.." "eunnie, it's okay, hun." "are you guys gonna be okay?" You nodded with a soft smile. "have you been crying, unnie?" "not really"

"you look like you've been at least crying a little bit, you also look tired. get some sleep and i'll wake you up with kkura unnies home" "you don't have to wake me up, we can talk and sort it out when we're ready, but we're gonna be okay. don't worry, okay?" "okay.. rest well, unnie." "thanks, eunchae"

...

Sakura walked into the room and into the bathroom, as the shower turned on. You laid there, you weren't happy. You were still upset with her. Mad, sad, upset, disappointed and betrayed. Did she really think you would cheat?

Once she walked out, you guys locked eyes for a few seconds before her eyebrows furrowed. "have you been crying?" "no" "liar" she whispered, walking up closer to you, taking a closer look at you. "you've been crying."

"leave it." "crying because you broke up with your side-" "my fucking god, sakura! there's no one else, why don't you get that!" "right. so what the hell are you doing? huh? if there's no one?!" "why can't you trust me?" "why can't you tell me?"

"why don't you fucking trust me, sakura." you asked, your voice sounded desperate. It sounded.. hurt. Sakura rubbed her face, "i do trust you. you're just acting weird, do now i'm questioning if i should be trusting you."

"just because i'm acting weird? what about it? i'm not cheating, i never have and i never will." "and how am i supposed to believe you?" "because we're dating?!" "and what about it!?" "are you gonna trust me or not." "i don't know, alright? just let me think about this."

"sleep on the damn couch, i'm over this." "are you breaking up with me to be with your side or something?!" "there is no side! and no! we aren't breaking up!" "sure." "i'm so over this. what fucking side do you think i have!?" "some pretty girl, god knows."

"yeah, you." "im your side? whose your main then?" You groaned, "so there are two? or multiple.. you fucking bitch." "miyawaki sakura." "what" "don't call me that" "why not" "im your girlfriend!" "correction, was my girlfriend."

You looked at her in disbelief before shaking your head, tears welling up in your eyes, opening the closet and pulling out a small box from the corner. "i was gonna ask you to marry me, dumbass." you mumbled, throwing the box at the bottom of her feet.

"what?" "leave me alone." "y/n.." "get out of my face" "i'm sorry" "i don't care" Sakura was speechless. She's never felt so foolish, so stupid before, she reached down and grabbed the box, opening it. "it's.." "your dream ring? i know."

"i'm sorry" "mhm" "are we still together?" "i don't know." Sakura kept on staring at the ring. Wiping away the tears that filled her eyes, the guilt was gut wrenching. She wanted to throw up. She's never felt more stupid.

"i.." "can you please leave me alone for a bit?" your voice was shaky, it came out almost like a whisper. Sakura cleared her throat softly, closing the ring box and putting it on the night stand. "yeah.. of course."

She mumbled, hesitating but walking towards you, you had your back turned to her, sakura kissed your shoulder blade, "goodnight, i love you." You stayed quiet as she sighed, opening the door but turning back to glance at you before leaving the room.

"i'm a fucking idiot." "we know." chaewon and yunjin said as sakuras eyes widened, "we heard it all, what the hell, unnie?!" sakura let them scold and yell her as much as they wanted before laying on the couch, pulling a blanket over her body.

Closing her eyes, that's when the two realized. They never had to say anything. She already felt horrible. The next day, none of the members have seen sakura in the state she was now, tired, zoned out, unresponsive, not smiley, it's was just.. nothing.

Eunchae was.. in a state too, she was upset, mad and disappointed. Upset that you guys were arguing, mad that you said you guys would be okay but you guys aren't. And disappointed in sakura.

Sakura made a promise to eunchae, a few months back that she would never hurt you. She broke the promise. Eunchae hasn't said a single word to sakura, but neither of them have really spoken up, the dorm is usually pretty quiet becaus everyone's in their own rooms.

But once you guys get together it's loud, but that isnt the case today. Even when you're together, it's even quieter then when you're alone. The room is quiet, full of tension and awkwardness.

"you said you would be okay." eunchae finally spoke up, you looked up from the plate of food in front of you. "we will be" "doesn't look like it.. you promised you would never hurt her." "i know" sakura whispered, glancing between eunchae and the plate of food before shoving half a slice of bread into her mouth to avoid speaking.

"eunchae" chaewon mumbled sternly, "no! this is stupid! can you guys just talk it out?! y/n unnie you never shut people out! you always talk about your problems! do that this time! kkura unnie.. make it up to her somehow. you guys aren't done."

"im with the kid on this one." yunjin muttered before they looked at kazuha and chaewon. "me too" kazuha agreed as chaewon sighed. "i hate to admit it, but you guys can't give up now, it's almost 3 years, plus you're like perfect for each other. so come on.."

You and sakura looked at each other, both of you pushing the plate of food forward, standing up and going into your shared room, closing the room and locking it. "so what?" "im sorry" "mhm"

"it.. i'm aware for my behaviour and what i siad was hurtful to you and i didn't think before i said a single word, i was a jerk. Though it doesn't excuse anything that i said or the reason why i was upset, i realized that i didn't care about your feelings to emotions because i got defensive. But.. i still didn't care."

"you were so fucking rude." "forgive me or not i just want to say that i love you more then anything, nothing like this will ever happen again, and i promise to you. I will, make it up to you. Only if you let me." You locked eyes for a few moments before it broke.

Something in you lost it, tears welled up in your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks, sakura immediately pulled you into her arms, placing one hand on the back of your head and the other rubbing your back softly.

You sobbed into her neck as the gut wrenching feeling came back. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" she whispered, "i love you more then anything, please forgive me, i'm sorry, my love. Please stop crying, i was stupid and reckless, i took advantage of you, that was the worst mistake of my life."

Sakura continued to mumble comforting words before she went quiet, only focusing on comforting you, after maybe 20 minutes? The sobs were quieter and your breaths slowed, less tears came out. "are you okay now?" she whispered.

You caught your breath and went to wipe your eyes but your girl beat you to it. "are you okay?" you nodded. "are we okay..? are you mine?" you hesitated but nodded, "promise me you'll never do or say anything like that again."

"i promise. you have my word." "right.. so you're gonna marry me right?" sakura nodded with a small smile. "of course" your lips connected for a few seconds before you guys pulled away. You poked your head outside as the member turned over the look.

Once you walked out, they saw you're guys fingers were intertwined. "assa!" "oh my god!" "they're okay!" Eunchae stayed quiet, only running to the two of you as you both wrapped your arm around her.

"i told you that we would be okay" you whispered. "never fight again" you both looked at each other with a small smile before looking back to eunchae. "we'll never fight that badly again, but couples fight, it's normal."

"not you guys.." "eun, all couples fight, it's all gonna be okay" you mumbled as she sighed before nodding, "don't fight like that again" you both agreed as everything returned to the way it was before.

Everything was okay.

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hoonfever · 1 year

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(mentions of itzy members, other enhypen members, i had to make wonyoung the bad guy i’m sorry)

a/n: to be honest, the diary has nothing to do with the fic other than the beginning lmao.

“this is literally your chance. if you throw this away i don’t know if i’ll ever forgive you.” yeji says and you smile at her.

“yes, i know. this might be my only chance, you know? i wouldn’t wanna waste it.” you respond hopefully and yeji pats your shoulder.

“when are you going to see him, anyways?” yeji asks and you smile gleefully.

“tomorrow. i get to shoot my shot with him, tomorrow.” you bite your lower lip in excitement and giselle sighs before standing up.

“i’d love to help you choose outfits and stuff, but i need to go. i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” yeji says with a smile and you nod goodbye. she walks out of your room and you hear her footsteps swiftly departing your door.

that’s when you run towards your cupboard and practically rip the shoeboxes out.

“good.” you say with a sigh as you press the notebook to your chest. “it’s safe.”

and so, you slip out the pen from the small pouch attached to the front of he light blue book and open it to the latest page.

“dear diary

i finally have a chance with sunghoon! we’ll get to be alone together for HOURS! just the two of us!

gosh, i’m excited. i think it might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

he’s going to notice me, and look at me, and even talk to me!!!!!

we probably won’t get together immediately, but i’m hoping we’ll at least be friends

signing off,

y/n”

“okay, how does this look?” you spun in front of yeji and she hums in thought.

“i think… it works! i didn’t expect it to, but it looks really good on you.” yeji says and you smile. you dust yourself down and fix your hair before screaming into your hands.

“if i were you,” yeji interrupts your nervous squeals. “i’d get out of here because im pretty sure you need to already be at sunghoons place."

you nod in agreement and shove all the books on your desk into your backpack.

"sorry about this. I just cant find a pen..." you search through your bag frantically.

what if this makes a bad impression???

"no need to apologise. it's fine." he responds, but you can hear the impatience in his voice.

"you know what?" you start, before turning your bag over, spilling its contents across the table. sunghoon's eyes widen at the gesture as you pull the pen out of the pouch of your diary, before stuffing all the contents back in (or under) the bag.

"there we go. we can finish off question 3 now." you say with a smile which sunghoon reciprocates.

"i'm so tired now." you say with a stretch and a yawn.

"yeah, me too. we can finish off the rest of this tomorrow, for now i just need to sleep." sunghoon runs his hand through his hair and sighing.

he does look exhausted.

"yeah, i should probably head home and take a nap." you say with a smile before standing up and stretching. sunghoon nods and says a small goodbye as you hurriedly pick up your backpack and walk out of his home.

sunghoon was restless that night. for someone who was apparently exhausted, he was doing very little sleeping. he looks to the right at his clock and shrugs.

it's 3:55, i'll never sleep at this rate.

his stomach grumbles suddenly and he sighs in realisation.

“im hungry… that’s what it is… i’m just hungry.” sunghoon says to himself as he walks out of his room into the dark passage and down the even darker staircase.

he walks past his dining table, past the pale blue book as he opens the fridge in search of sustenance.

wait…

pale blue book?

sunghoon backtracks; both mentally and physically. then he remembers it.

you had dumped out the contents of your backpack onto the table, so you might have left it behind by mistake.

“read me sunghoon~” he can't tell if he’s genuinely hearing this or is slightly losing his mind.

probably the latter, due to his hunger.

he flips over the front cover and sees your handwriting

“jay, jake- what do i do.” sunghoon, as with all other difficult decisions, calls his two best friends. jay park and jake sim.

“read it.”

“don’t read it”

the two voices ring through the phone in unison.

“she left it here, so you can do whatever you want with it. what if she secretly likes me and wants you to read it to help set her up with me?” sunghoon rolls his eyes at jakes opinion as jay chuckles sarcastically.

“jake, no. that’s not how it works. it’s her private stuff so leave it alone. besides, if y/n has a crush on one of us, it’s probably me.”

"can we stop debating on who y/n likes?" sunghoon stops his friends bickering instantly.

“hoon, just read it. she’ll never even know.” jake does have a point.

“i’ll flip a coin. heads i read it, tails i don’t.” sunghoon picks up a coin and flips it onto his hand, closing his other hand above it. his lifts his hand and reveals the result.

“heads. i get to read it.” jake claps and “whoops” in celebration and jay shrugs disappointedly.

sunghoon flips open to a random page and starts reading aloud.

"dear diary" sunghoon reads it in a higher pitched voice, which elicits a laugh from jake.

"he looked so pretty today!!! the way he walked through the halls was almost deadly!!!!!!! i hope one day he'll walk that way and be walking to me.

i just wanna talk to him, you know? i don't even need to date him or anything like that. just being friends is enough.

MANIFESTING A FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN ME AND-" sunghoon pauses. he reads over the sentence again, this time in his head. his name was the next word in that very sentence. was this whole diary entry about him?

"hoon? why'd you stop?" jake asks and jay hums in thought.

"is the entry about one of us? is that why?" jay seemed extremely interested for someone who didn't want to read it in the first place.

"uh, i'm heading to bed now. see you guys tomorrow." sunghoon hurriedly ends the call and throws his phone across the room and it lands on his couch.

you had a crush on him?

you?

had a crush on

him??

he wasn't understanding it. he poured out a bowl of cereal, despite the time, and ate it — still deep in thought.

what was there about him to even like?

(not to sound narcissistic but) sunghoon knew he was attractive. he was reminded of it every day. but excluding his looks, you have no reason to like him. and there are a lot of attractive people at school, so...

why him?

sunghoon didn't sleep much that night. he had never questioned why all the other girls seemed so in love with him.

why were you making him wonder about it so much?

speaking of girls who were in love with him, jang wonyoung's daily morning message sends a ping to sunghoon's phone.

wonyoung had worked on a school project with sunghoon, and she had tried her hardest to maintain that friendship with him.

despite the fact that they had done the project almost two years ago.

"morning sunghoon! i hope you slept well! it's been a while since we last saw each other, and i can't help but miss you ＞﹏＜ let me know when you're free to meet up!"

sunghoon couldn't bring himself to ignore her message, or block her. so he'd rather lie.

"hey wonyoung! figure skating and school is getting really busy these days, so we wont be able to hang out for a while. sorry :("

somehow, wonyoung ended up being one of the only people who knows sunghoon figure skates. he doesn't remember bringing it up, but she asked about it once and she's known ever since. she also somehow knew where he trained, and when but he never thought to question it. even when she started showing up there.

sunghoon walked into school and took a deep breath in. he was going to give you your book, confirm that he didn't read it then walk away.

that won't be too hard, right?

"y/n, go say hi to him!" sunghoon hears the voice of someone, clearly your friend, urging you to talk to him. this made him nervous.

did you find out that he read it? did someone tell you? WAS IT JAY?! no jay wouldn't do that, would he?

"hey there, sunghoon!" your friend greeted sunghoon, and you were nowhere in sight.

well, not nowhere. you were hiding behind a pillar, but sunghoon decided to pretend not to see you.

"hey... sorry, but i don't really know your name." sunghoon admits awkwardly and the girl chuckles before shaking hear head.

"yeah, i didn't expect you to. i'm yeji. i'm a friend of y/n's." she holds her hand out for sunghoon to shake, and he does so.

"where is y/n anyway? i need to talk to her about something." sunghoon holds back the urge to look at the pillar you were standing behind and yeji looks around.

"hm, i don't know. you could tell me though-"

"yeji! there you are!" you walk out from behind the pillar hurriedly and almost trip, but regain your balance and walk up to sunghoon and yeji.

"y/n! sunghoon here wants to talk to you, so i'll see you in class!" yeji says with a smile, and the shock and confusion on your face was clear as day. you grabbed her hand and pulled her close to you.

"yeji!" you whisper into her ear. "you can't leave me with him alone!" yeji laughs and pulls herself away.

"we can talk about it later y/n. bye now!" yeji sprints off this time, leaving you alone with a very awkward sunghoon.

"so... what'd you wanna talk about?" you ask him and he brings his hand to the nape of his neck awkwardly. he slides his backpack off of his back and into his hands and he unzips the front pouch, leaving his hand in there.

"you left this behind at my place yesterday and-" you interrupt him with a shriek as he slides the book out of the pouch. you grab it and press it to your chest.

sunghoon watches in silence.

"oh god im so sorry! i just... really care about this book." cue the awkward laughing. sunghoon shakes his head with a smile.

"wait." your smile is gone now, replaced with a look of seriousness.

"did you read anything?" you ask and sunghoon laughs and shakes his head.

"no, don't worry. only your name on the first page." sunghoon reassures with a smile.

"great, thanks sunghoon!" you smile at him, but notice that his smile is gone.

"y/n." he whispers worriedly. "i need you to do me a favor and subtly imply that i am in a relationship." you look at him confusedly.

"please, y/n. just until she leaves." sunghoon points at a girl who is walking towards the two of you, increasing in speed with every step she takes. you should be happier about this. you get to know what sunghoon is like as a boyfriend, even if it is just for a few minutes.

"sunghoon!" the voice of the girl startles you, and sunghoon immediately reaches for your hand and squeezes it gently.

"hey, wonyoung." sunghoon responds with a smile, now drawing circles onto your hand with his thumb.

"who's this?" wonyoung asks with a smile, gesturing to you. she's really pretty, and tall and seems smart. why is sunghoon trying to avoid her?

"i'm y/n." you hold out your free hand for her to shake, but she doesn't take it. she just stares at you.

"so, sunghoon! when are you free?" wonyoung moves on as if you aren't there and smiles at sunghoon.

"i won't be free for a while, sorry." sunghoon responds awkwardly and wonyoung pouts, before reaching for sunghoon's other hand, probably unaware that you can see her doing so.

"hoon? we need to get going." you whisper, just loud enough for wonyoung to hear. the nickname slips out of your mouth before you have any time to stop it. this whole thing is starting to feel a little too real.

"'hoon'? what a cute nickname! can i call you that too?" wonyoung asks and sunghoon shakes his head.

"sorry wonyoung, only y/n-ie can call me that." sunghoon looks down at you with a smile, and your cheeks heat up.

"oh! right, sorry. how long have you two even known each other?" wonyoung asks, slightly glaring at you.

"can you guys talk another time? we really need to go now." sunghoon squeezes your hand again, this time in thanks.

"oh okay! i'll talk to you some other time." wonyoung smiles before walking off, being sure to send you a glare before she leaves.

sunghoon hasn't let go of your hand. you haven't let go of his either.

"thanks for that, y/n-" sunghoon is cut off by a gasp from behind him.

"sunghoon?! is that y/n?! holy shit-"

"jake, shut up." jay and jake, sunghoon's best friends. the warmth on your hand vanishes as sunghoon lets go.

"um, thanks for earlier. i gotta get going now so... bye." sunghoon smiles before running off with his friends.

"you owe your life to me at this point." yeji laughs evilly as she hangs off the edge of your bed, reading text messages from her other friends.

yeji stays over at your house frequently, and tonight was no different. you would watch movies and share stories all night, which frustrated your parents.

but tonight was different. you feel strange, as if you were being watched.

"hey, yeji? do you feel... weird?" you ask, and she sits up and looks at you confusedly.

"no? what do you mean?" her response is less reassuring than you thought. the room was heating up, as it usually did during the summer months, so you walked over to the window to get some fresh air in.

who the hell is that?

you don't open the window and just stare out at the girl in the field.

"y/n? what's happening?" yeji walks up to you and notices the girl at the window.

“who’s that?” yeji asks, and you move closer to the window in an attempt to see the girl clearer.

“i have no idea-“ you’re cut off by a sudden flash of light, when you realize that the girl had taken a picture of you before walking off.

“that… was weird.” yeji sits back down on the bed, and you place yourself beside her — deep in thought.

who was that girl and what was she doing here?

as you walk into school, your eyes immediately wander to sunghoon. he's looking around for something. as soon as he spots you, he stops. he walks towards you, looking concerned.

"y/n, hi. i need to ask something." sunghoon says and you nod in response.

"was there someone at your house last night? not in the house, though. was there anyone outside your window, or in your backyard or something?" he asks. you immediately remember the girl who was outside last night, and you nod in response.

"yeah. there was this weird girl out there." you respond and sunghoon grabs your hand before walking towards the first year classes.

"wonyoung?" he sees her walking in the halls and calls her over.

"sunghoon! hi! and... you." wonyoung smiles at sunghoon, only briefly acknowledging your existence.

"wonyoung. i thought we talked about this. it's creepy and it doesn't make me like you any more. hell, it actually makes me like you less." sunghoon says. it seems as if she's done this before.

"but-"

"just stop it. i don't want to hear your excuses. i think we should stop being friends." sunghoon admits and wonyoung's eyes widen.

"what? all for her?" she spits out the word 'her' with such distaste.

"i've been here for you for two whole years! and you're just gonna throw me away as if i'm nothing?!" wonyoung is clearly upset.

"wonyoung. go make friends your age. you're a nice person, i'm sure lots of people would love to be friends with you." sunghoon says before walking off with you. he hasn't let go of your hand, and you cant help but want to stay like this forever.

the dark clouds above start to let raindrops fall down, and sunghoon starts to run, looking back at you with a smile. you run until you enter the nearest classroom, clothes sticking to your bodies uncomfortably.

the rain gets significantly worse as soon as you enter.

"all students, stay where you are until the rain passes. all classes will be postponed until the rain has ended." the headmistresses voice rings through the intercom and you sit down at a desk, sunghoon following and sitting beside you.

the next few hours go by extremely quickly, the two of you talking about anything and everything you could think of.

you learnt a lot of things about sunghooon. he ice skates, which you think is extremely fitting. then you realise he doesn't know anything cool about you.

"i have a question for you, y/n." sunghoon asks and you nod.

"do you have feelings for anyone?"

"huh?" you respond confusedly and he chuckles.

"sorry if that was too personal of a question. i'm just curious." he says with a smile.

where was he going with this?

"yeah. i do like someone. why, do you?" you ask in response.

"no. at least, i don't think i do. i have another question, if that's okay?" he asks again and you nod, you were extremely curious.

"what do you like about them? or, how did you know you liked them?"

“i don’t know. at first it was just his looks, then it was the way he smiled when something went his way. the way he was kind to everyone. i can’t really pinpoint it, but something about him draws me in. you know?” you respond, rambling just slightly. sunghoon takes a deep breath in and sighs.

“y/n? can you do me a favor?” he asks and you nod.

“what is it?” you ask.

“can you close your eyes?” he asks, and you comply curiously.

it’s silent for a few seconds, but excluding sunghoons breaths, which are increasing in speed.

that’s when he presses his lips against yours, you’re taken aback — not so much as to push him off, but enough so that your open suddenly. sunghoon pulls away as you open your eyes and apologizes.

“sorry. i wasn’t thinking. i’ll just go.” he stands up and walks out of the classroom and into the rain. you follow after him, but he’s significantly faster than you are.

you call out to him and he stops running, standing still in the center of the schools courtyard. you walk up to him and sigh.

“it’s you; the guy i like. but i’m guessing you already knew that, right?” sunghoon’s eyes widen in shock, and you laugh lightly.

“i figured as much. also, i heard jake and jay whispering about it this morning.” you smile at him.

“i’m really confused right now. about my feelings, i mean.” he admits.

“that’s okay. you’ll let me know when you know how you feel, yeah?” sunghoon nods in response, and you turn to walk away.

a few steps later, sunghoon pulls your wrist and turns you to face him.

“i think- i think i like you.” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. you press a kiss on his cheek and smile. you can see wonyoung from one of the classrooms windows, but you ignore her. sunghoons hand interlocks with your own as the two of you run back into the classroom.

a/n: this was supposed to be out on sunghoon’s birthday i am sorry 😭

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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Fools be shamed

Part 1 of when help creates one hell of a comeback

Word count: 909 words

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, abuse, break ins, blood, knife, flashbacks, trauma, manipulation etc. Reader gets called whore as an insult.

Im being 100% serious if any of this is a trigger for you in any way dont read it, the warning is there for a reason, you are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres a warning.

No gender, skin color, weight or height implied or written

Edited to the best of my ability

Pt.2 series master.

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missed call*

*missed call*

>[Sarah please]

*missed call*

>[Please, he’s here, Alec is here]

>[I don’t know how he found me but he’s here]

<[I’m here, oh god what’s happened?]

<[are you okay?]

>[ I’m okay right now just shaken up, Alec found me]

>[my tires are slashed so i went inside to call a tow truck and he came running up, i got inside and locked my door but he’s pounding on it and yelling]

<[ I’m on my way, I’m calling Sam, stay hidden I’ve got the spare key]

<[ you’re going to be okay]

A very familiar rush of panic fills your body, the memory of leaving and the fear of terrible events happening over again, he’s ruthless, you’ve watched him murder people who got in his way and you know he will do so to you without any second thought if you posed any threat to his future, especially now as he’s taken a lead position in hydra.

Silencing your phone you pull out the only pocket knife you have near you, dull but serrated it’ll do the job if needed.

Tucking your knees to your chest and your eyes clenched shut, there is no space for breathing in this moment your bedroom door locked and yourself tucked in the back of the walk in closet; you can clear as day hear the boards of the doorframe splintering, just like they had the night you left seven months ago and by the grace of any god there may be, you aren’t going back.

He’s in, the door slams open and you can hear his boots thud through the apartment. Going to the farthest points, turning your home upside-down in attempts to find you, glass or maybe porcelain shattering, things being thrown before everything goes silent.

"You cant hide forever you whore, I’m here now, might as well give up the fight" slow meticulous steps rounding closer to your room

Your bedroom door busting at the hinges and falling to the floor.

*hurry up Sarah please*

It was just seconds into the room and he found you beneath a pile of blankets and discarded clothes in the back of your closet.

His grip on your wrist pulling you out of the closet and throwing you on the floor, the knife tumbling out of reach when you go to catch yourself; looming over you, his arms flailing, urging your body to flinch, his voice loud as ever but the rushing in your ears making his shouts sound like nothing.

The rushing canceling out the screeching of tires skidding to a halt outside, followed by two more vehicles, all they had to do was follow the sound of the shouting, surely a neighbor has called the police by now, three more sets of boots come trudging in but instead of hearing them this time you could feel them.

He must have brought accomplices; by than your mind had completely fogged over, with at least two possibly more people to ring out the dirty work, curling in on yourself for just seconds.

High school sweethearts turned tart as you said, he never talked about his family, never talked about his home, you had absolutely no idea it was superficial. at most you assumed he had a bad home life and that’s not terribly far off from the truth it just wasn't the entire picture.

Graduating at the top of your class together he took your heart and made it his, after four years of being together starting from your freshman year becoming an independent adult in what you thought was a successful relationship felt like being on top of the world you moved in with him when he got his first apartment and just a few months later had you wrapped around his finger, you were blindsided, convinced you’d be going to your dream college to pursue your dream, that was far from what he had planned.

You moved to a dark part of Rochester, crime ridden streets kept you scared and under his wing of false safety.

The day he came home his boots covered in blood is the day you realized you’d fallen into a mess of a lie.

That was the day he first laid hands on you, that night your blood joined the stains on his boots and he forced you to wash it off before the morning.

From than on he made it impossible for you to do anything without his permission, you lost all contact with friends and family, he put controls on your phone and restricted everything, you never got to go to college and barely got to have a job.

You were to keep your mouth shut and your eyes down, three years in his abuse and control, lying to several medical professionals when injuries were too bad to fix at home or cover with make-up you finally gained enough hope and strength to plan your escape, an escape that would actually work instead of you getting everything taken away and trapped under his suffocating grasp once more or so you thought. This right now, like the several times hed done before felt like going right back to the beginning, bashing yourself for being a hopeless romantic in highschool was useless, it became internally destroying and berating yourself for being weak, not knowing how to fight back, not having a chance in the world to be free.

He always comes back.

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This is part one of a series with at least four parts, theres no set schedule so if you like me to create a taglist i will do my best to do so.

#bucky x gn!reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x reader angst #stucky reader insert #stucky x reader #stucky imagine #stucky x reader angst #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader imagine #steve rogers x reader angst #angst with a happy ending #its not the ending yet though so its not happy (:

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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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Future(Pattinson!Bruce Wayne)

Bruce Wyane x Black!Catwoman!Reader

The Batman

a/n- i was scrolling through TikTok and i saw a snippet of the comic “Catwoman 80th Celebration“ and ingot inspired by the certain part that was poste. And for this im putting Bruce and Reader at at least in their early 30’s and married.

warnings- language, sickness, throwing up, slight angst

The bathroom was your best friend at the moment. You were haunched over the toilet, emptying your insides.

"Shit." You groan and lean against the wall. You started to doze off against the wall when a loud knock came to the bathroom door.

"Y/n!?" You hear bruce on the other side of the door.

"Are you ok? You've been in there for a while." You leaned over and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the door.

"Ya, Bruce I'm ok." Bruce looked at you suspiciously but decided not to pry.

"Alfred has breakfast set up." He says and you nod.

"Ok, let me brush my teeth and get ready so we can go on patrol after." You say and before Bruce could even answer. You shut the door and locked it. You turned and faced the mirror and ripped the bonnet off your head revealing your baby hairs. You were extremely tired so all you did was throw your braids into a bun and walked out of the bathroom.

Bruce was sitting at the huge dining table wondering where you were. He saw you out of the corner of his eyes and looked up.

"Great I'm starving." He says and immediately starts throwing together his plate.

You and Bruce haven't been married for long. Only 3 years, but had been dating for 8 years prior. It took Bruce years to warm up to you, to talk even. It has always been the two of you and Alfred. But maybe it was time to expand.

"Bruce. Can I ask you something?" You ask him as you begin preparing your own plate.

"Go ahead." You smiled and wiped your hands on your thighs.

"Have you ever thought of expanding our family?" Bruce immediately stops eating and looks at you. He knows what you mean by that. But he just can't, not now.

"What like a dog?" He asks acting clueless. You could tell he was evading your question.

"Bruce, you know what I mean."

"Y/n." He starts and sets his fork down. "We can't, you know we can't. Not with what we do."

"I know but what if I stop and stay home."

"Y/n it won't matter, we have the enemies. Not just as Batman and Catwoman, we have enemies as Bruce and Y/n Wayne." Bruce slid out of his chair and dragged his plate closer to you. He grabbed your hands with his and kissed them. You looked down at your lap when Bruce kissed your cheek.

"Hey, I'm not saying we cant at all. Just not now, in the future when Gotham is safe."

"Safe?" You scoff. "When will that be? 15-20 years, when I can't have kids anymore?" You pulled your hands away from him and he groaned in frustration and turned back to his plate, as did you.

After breakfast was over, you had stormed off with tears running down your face. You passed Alfred and the way you entered your and Bruce's room and slammed the door. Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He approached Bruce who sat there in silence.

"What happened?" He asks and takes a seat next to him.

"She wants a kid." Says Bruce and takes a sip of juice.

"Well, that's great news, right?"

"No, it's not, she doesn't understand that we have a life that isn't safe or live in a city that isn't safe. What if the kid gets taken, or fuck, killed." Alfred stayed silent and let Bruce rant to him. "And it may not even be from that, what if she has a miscarriage, what if that miscarriage takes both of them. Or something happens to her, anything." Alfred thought for a minute before setting a hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"Bruce, these are all the worries any parent has, and that's ok." Bruce thought for a moment before standing up.

"I'm going on patrol." He says and starts to make his way to the elevator.

"Bruce." Calls Alfred from behind him. "Talk to her, really."

"I'll try."

Bruce had suited up and was waiting for you.

"Let's get this over with." He hears you say and he sees you walking towards him in your tight suit. He unlocks the charger and you both slide in.

"Y/n I-." He starts but you raised your hand.

"Don't not now please." Bruce stayed silent and began speeding off through the streets of Gotham. He drove into an alley and parked the car.

"Let's go up top." He says and you nod. As you climbed up the stairs you suddenly felt very out of breath.

Come on. Not now.

You made it to the top when you haunched over on your knees.

"Do we need to go back?" Bruce placed a hand on your lower back.

"No, no I just-." You felt bile go up to your throat and you slapped a hand on your mouth. "I'm going to throw up." You started taking deep breaths, as you hated throwing up.

"Shit I have a Batbucket in the car." He says and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"It's just a bucket with a bat on it..." He jokes and you want to laugh but you just couldn't.

"Not the time Batty."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to help." After he said that you launched forward and heard the splash hit the roof. Bruce Immediately came to your aid and took the cat mask off and held your braids back. "That's it I'm taking you back."

"But patrol-."

"It can wait." He says and picks you up bridal style.

He carefully went down the building and opened the door to the car. He placed you down in the passenger seat and drew the seatbelt out and locked it(he doesn't even wear a seatbelt himself). Bruce slid into the driver's seat and immediately took his helmet off, since the car is so dark and tinted, no one was going to be able to see inside.

"Tell me what's going on, you've been throwing up for weeks, and every time I try and ask you what's wrong you just ignore me." Bruce was trying not to get frustrated but you saw him grip the steering wheel.

"Bruce can we just go back." You groaned and held your stomach.

"No, we're not leaving until you tell me." He saw you place a hand back on your mouth and he turned back to the back of the car and grabbed a bucket. He handed it to you and you rolled your eyes and swallowed.

"Huh, you actually have a bucket with a bat on it." You laugh but wince at a sudden headache. Bruce took his right glove off and placed a hand on your forehead.

"You don't feel hot."

"Bruce I'm-." You started but you dug your face in the bucket and heard the liquid hit the bucket.

"Do not say you're ok because you-"

"I'm pregnant." You cut him off. Bruce slowly takes the information in and leans deep into his seat and starts the car.

The drive home was silent. Bruce needed to get you home, and maybe to a hospital. His hands were shaking, he still couldn't believe it. But he was blind, you showed all the symptoms of pregnancy. Once he pulled into the cave and parked the car, you immediately opened the door and climbed out, bucket in hand.

"Y/n can we talk about this?" Bruce calls for you and you bear the heavy footsteps behind you.

"This isn't how I wanted you to find out." You say and head towards the elevator.

"Was I ever going to find out?" He grabs your arm gently and tugs you back. He wanted you to answer but you stayed silent. "Wait is that why you wanted to know what I thought about kids?"

"Yes, I wanted to know how you felt about it." You clicked the button of the elevator and watched it open. You entered and so did Bruce.

"Would you have told me if I said how great it would be to have a kid now?"

"Yes." Bruce sighed and leaned against the wall.

"But I didn't, so what are you going to do?" He points at your belly and you hung your head low.

"I was going to make an appointment." You say and Bruce straightens up. He knew what you meant by an appointment and it made him feel a pang in his heart.

"Bruce you're right. This city this world isn't safe for a kid, maybe in a few years we can just adopt." The elevator dinged and opened its doors. "I'm going to go shower."

The hot water felt amazing on your skin. You brushed your teeth again for what it felt like the hundredth time. Bruce has shredded his Bat-suit and threw it on the bed. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw the catsuit on the ground. He took his boxers off and opened the shower door. You jumped when you felt his hand caress your back.

"It's just me." Bruce wraps his arms around your body and you turn around and look up at him. You could see the eyeshadow slowly roll down his cheeks as the water hit him. "I want this." Bruce kisses the top of your head and you wrap your arms around his torso.

"Alfred helped me see something, all these worries I have, happens to anybody. I shouldn't have thought about myself only, this is your life too."

"Are you sure?" Bruce lays his cheek against your head and nods.

"Ya, I do and baby I'm sorry if I made you feel bad in any way."

"Is Bruce Wayne... apologizing?" You joke and he chucked and presses his forehead against yours.

"Ya, ya."

"So we're going to do this?" Bruce separated from you and slowly and carefully, got down on his knees. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your belly.

"Guess we are."

9 months.

9 months of pain and happiness.

But now, your little girl was born. You and Bruce had agreed to keep the pregnancy a secret, you don't go out much anyway. But just a month ago they saw you leaving the hospital after a check-up and the news and rumors began. But you and Bruce forgot all about it.

"She's beautiful." You say and Bruce kisses your hairline. Her light brown skin shined under the lighting. Bruce had tears running down his face.

He never thought he would get to experience this moment.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. What name were we thinking so we can write it here on the tag." A nurse asks, smiling at the two of you. Bruce leans down and kisses his newborn's head before turning to the nurse.

"Helena. Helena Wayne."

A/n- this is my first time writing for Bruce. I do plan to write more for him.

#robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #x black reader #black!reader

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technowoah · 3 years

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could you do 21 and 23 from the prompt list with george x gn! or fem!reader?

btw i adore your writing!! i love all your ideas and your imagines are so original ahhh i love them sm

So Cliché [3:41 am]

TYSM! OMG THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME🤚🏾😭

Also sorry this came out so late

I am guessing the prompts are from the fluff list, but if this isn't what you wanted I'll do it from the angst list!

21) "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

23) "Pinki promise kiss"

⚠︎ swearing, fluffy stuff, i didn't proofread 😪

Your eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom you were in. The door was closed and the curtains were slightly opened letting in the slightest slither of light inside. The sun hasn't rose yet and your body felt heavy. You turned around under the warm covers of your bed and looked at the clock beside your bed that shined 3:41 am.

You groaned as you rotated around in bed until you found a comfortable way to lay down. Time seemed to be going slower when you woke up, the need to sleep flooded your mind but you just couldn't relax. Turning around again you faced your closed door that led to the hallway. The door always had to be at least cracked and not completely closed, but your roomate was making too much noise at an ungodly hour.

Living alone wasn't good for you at all, you didn't feel comfortable living alone. It was so quiet all the time and no one was around to entertain you or comfort you when things went bump in the night until your friend George suggested that you moved in with him. You always complained that you needed a roommate so he proposed the idea that you two moved in together to make you feel safe.

A few days from that conversation you packed your things and moved in with George. Slowly but surely you moved all of your things into George's place and he was always there to help. George had two bedrooms in his house and they were right next to eachother. You both woke up around the same time and went to bed at totally different times.

George and you always made breakfast together, sat around the house thinking of things to do and just end up sitting on the couch watching anything interesting he finds, doing chores and going out quickly to then inevitably end up back to the couch to do absolutely nothing. George always ended up sleeping while you two had this time together because he stayed up so late you dont know how he could sleep like a baby like that all the time. He ended up either laying on the armrest of the couch or on your shoulder. You always thought that was uncomfortable for him, but he always ended up there. The last couple times he ended up laying on your thighs which flustered you the first time, and the second, basically anytime he goes to lay on your lap you tense up.

You weren't afraid of physical touch, but this was new to you, you've grown accustomed to George and you think you a crush evolved from nothing. You two have been really close and it all started with a stupid Minecraft server. Ever since you moved in you two have grown closer than ever and your complicated feelings if you would want George as a boyfriend or not flooded your mind as we speak.

[4:01]

You still couldn't sleep and it was becoming a problem. You tossed and turned until you felt comfortable and began to count sheep, but you already got to 40 and didn't feel sleepy at all. Encasing yourself underneath your covers didn't help, it only made you hot. You were wide awake at this point. You had sat up and got out of your bed slipping on some fluffy socks and quitely opened the door and shuffled your way to the living room. You tried to stay quiet trying to keep George asleep as you turned on the TV.

Turning down the volume you sat there for a while underneath a blanket you and George had on the couch for times like this. You had a throw pillow underneath your head while you layed horizontal, across the couch. Two shows later and your eyes began to droop, it was a sense of accomplishment because you were finally sleeping so you stayed there still so you continue to lull yourself to sleep.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" George asked with tired eyes and gravelly voice. "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

"Fuck you George. I was about to go to sleep. I kinda want you up with me." You complained as you pulled the blanket over your head with your eyes still closed.

"C'mon silly get in your bed. Were you here all night?" George said while leaning against a wall, clearly still tired.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?" You asked, but your words mumbled together.

"I heard the TV." George pointed at the TV that was illuminating objects in the dark.

You hummed and he did as well. "Are you okay bub?"

You had a small smile on your face, you loved the small petnames he gave you. You had a small feeling that he didn't mean it in the romantic way you wanted it to be.

"I woke up and cant sleep now. I was almost asleep, but you came in so.." You said still drowsy from staying in the state of in-between being awake and sleep.

"Im sorry." George said with his head against the wall, eyes closed. "Mm sorry I'm tired." George wiped his face.

"Could you sleep with me?"

"What?" George asked laughing slightly.

"No not that, just sleep in the same bed." You said. Your brain was just working on his own. You wouldn't have said this if you were awake, but you were desperate and needed sleep. Also you were touch starved and your crush on George was becoming more apparent each day, but that wasnt the point now.

"Yeah I'll do that." George said while pushing himself off of the wall.

"What?" You said thinking he would reject the offer.

"You sound like me. Come on." George said making his way over to you and reaching his arms out. You sat up looking at him with half open eyes and ended up grabbing both of his hands to pull yourself up.

Once both of you were on your feet you both lazily made your way to your bedroom. You mad yourself comfortable under the covers while George sat ontop, restricting the cover's movements.

"You're ontop of the blankets, it's weird." You mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. Um, what would you want me to do?" George asked as he got off of the bed and stood there awaiting for an answer.

Your back was facing towards him when you answered. "Come on under the covers, I dont bite." You faced towards him when you said that.

He smiled a bit and then got under the covers with you, he layed on his back facing the ceiling and his hands on his stomach. He was uncomfortable.

You turnedon your side facing George. "Are you uncomfortable? If you want you can leav-"

"No! No. Im just- Ive never done this before you know. I've never comforted anyone like this." George quickly said.

"Like cuddled anyone?"

"Like cuddle, yeah."

A silence fell upon you two until George laid on his side facing you. His face was close to yours and you tried not to freak out right in front of him. He reached his hand across your body and started to rub your back. You shuffled your body a little so that your heads weren't at the same level, you were level with his chest and you got closer leaning your forehead against his chest. You both got more comfortable and got closer in touch, he soothingly rubbed your back trying to lull you to sleep.

It was a while that you both layed like this, basking in eachothers comfort

"I wish I could sing like Wilbur. That would make this moment better." George whispered against your hair.

"You being here makes this moment already great though." You whispered as well hoping he could hear you.

"Really?"

"Really. I mean it. I love this." You pulled him close.

"I love 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ."

"I love you too."

You smiled with your eyes closed. "Promise you love me?"

"Pinki promise I love you." George lazily locked both of your little fingers together.

"Pinki promise kiss." You puckered your lips hoping he would get the hint.

You heard George chuckle and he softly pecked you lips, it was like he was testing the waters. You opened your eyes and he had a small tired smile on his face, the two of you ended up giggling like little kids and then going back into the calming state you both were in.

Thank God for you both being in that state of tiredness. You just hoped that you both remembered what happend at [4:32 am] when you both wake up.

EXTRA:

You were alone in the kitchen this morning making pancakes. George hasnt met up with you yet and you questioned why. Yes you remembered last night and you're glad that you finally had the courage to say that you loved him, but it wasn't how you pictured it happening.

You flipped your pancake as George came put from around the corner looking fresher and more awake than last night. He smiled at you and made his way over to you. He closely stood by you and reached over your head to grab a glass from above. He only stepped that closely to you to grab a glass.

You begun to think that he forgot about last night's kiss. He had filled his glass with ice and then with water he stood over by the refrigerator for a while until he walked over to you.

You had just finished the second pancake of the day and faced George who was stood beside you waiting for your attention. He smiled at you and slowly leaned down and gave you a kiss on your lips. It was slow and longing, like he wanted to do this for quite a while. One of his hands found the side of your face and the other one pulled you closer by your waist. He then pulled away having a big smile on his face, you matched his smile clearly glad that he did that and remember.

"This is so cliché you know that right?" You laughed.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "Exactly, I feel like I've read this somewhere before."

"Like on Wattpad?" You jokingly asked.

"Yeah I read a bunch of DreamNotFound fanfiction on there." George said as he swayed you back and forth along with him.

"Hey~!"

"I'm just kidding! And I pinki promised didnt I?" George rose his eyebrows.

"You did! You did!" You smiled at him and he matched your smile again.

"I love you." George said.

"I love you too." You replied.

"I could get used to this!"

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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Ok ok ok so how about this! Reader is scared of horror movies and spiders! Like shit scared and Peter constantly teases her about it (her knowing about Spider-Man is up to you). So one day him, reader, mj, Ned are having a sleepover at peters and during the horror movie reader gets scared n screams..and Peter teases her again so she gets hurt and runs to his room. He goes after her to apologise but then tells her not to turn around or something and reader thinks he’s just teasing her again and wants to walk away but then peter just kisses her! Cause there was actually a spider behind her and Peter panicked cause he didn’t want reader to get scared again.

Cue Ned n mj being so happy cause they finally confessed and end up embarrassing Peter.

This is so specific sorry but thank you🥺❤️

this is so cute!!! i wrote this really quickly so sorry if there are some typos :/

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“Okay guys, what should we watch?” Peter asks as he crawls out from the makeshift pillow fort in his living room.

You, Ned, MJ, and Peter were all spending the night at his house. Seeing as it’s already the middle of the night and you’re all extremely tired, you decided to watch a movie before you go to bed.

MJ smirks, “We should watch It!” This earns nods of approval from everyone... well everyone except for you.

“Absolutely not!” you deadpan, “I am not watching a scary movie before I go to seep. No way.”

Ned laughs, “Come on Y/N, it’s more funny than scary. Plus it’s not even that scary anyways, you’re such a baby.”

“Am not! I just don’t like scary movies!”

“Y/N, you made me turn off A Bug’s Life because you were too freaked out that the bugs were talking. You’re a baby.” Peter chuckles.

“I just don’t like bugs okay? Sue me!”

“Yeah I’m surprised she still lets you hang around since you’re Spiderman Peter. Hey Y/N did you know he can summon an army of spiders whenever he wants?” Ned jokes.

You’re eyes go wide, “What? Peter is that true? Please tell me that’s a joke.”

“Oh no it’s not a joke, I can control all spiders. Actually, why don’t I get some to come over here right now?”

You shriek, “Nononono! Peter don’t please don’t!”

Ned, Peter, and MJ all burst out laughing. “He can’t actually do that Y/N, he was just being stupid.” MJ giggles.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, though you’re extremely embarrassed. You did just kind of prove their point that you were scared of basically everything. You know that they’re just joking around, but it still hurts your feelings a little.

“You know what,” you announce, “let’s watch It, who cares if it’s scary.”

Peter raises his eyebrows, “Oh, are you sure? We really don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. I want to. Let’s do it.” You don’t actually want to watch it. But you do want to prove your friends wrong. So you’re just going to have to push through for this one.

“Well okay then, guess we’re watching It!” Peter grabs the remote and turns on the movie, crawling back to his spot next to you.

Already you’re hating this. Even the intro has creepy music that puts you on edge. The movie hasn’t even properly started yet and it’s still freaking you out. You snuggle deeper into your spot on the couch and hope that you are able to fall asleep before any of the really scary parts. You figure that nothing super scary will happen in the first ten minutes, so as long as you drift off before then you’re fine.

Unfortunately, you’re very wrong. Not even five minutes into the movie and there’s already a creepy clown pulling a kid into a sewer. You aren’t expecting it, and the jump scare makes you scream. You bury your head in the pillow, trying to get the terrifying image of Pennywise the clown out of your head.

Instead of comforting you or making sure you’re okay, your friends just laugh.

“Hey, guys, maybe we should turn this off I think it’s a little too much for baby Y/N here.” Peter chokes out in between laughs.

“Yeah, maybe we need to turn on a Disney movie instead.” Ned adds.

“I don’t know guys, the villains can be pretty scary, that might even be too much for her!” MJ giggles.

You’ve had enough. You don’t want to spend any more time with your friends tonight if all they’re going to do is make fun of you. You throw your blanket off and stand up from the couch carefully as not to knock the fort down. You quickly crawl out from under it and storm off to Peter’s room leaving your friends in silence. You slam the door shut, but question when you don’t hear it click. You spin around to see Peter holding the door open, staring at you.

“Peter, go away, I don’t want to hear you make fun of me anymore.”

He slips into the room and closes the door behind him. “I’m not here to make fun of you, I promise.” he pauses. “Y/N I’m sorry, we were just trying to poke fun, we weren’t trying to hurt your feelings. Well, at least I wasn’t, I cant speak for Ned and MJ but Im sure they weren’t either.”

“Well it wasn’t funny Peter. I get that you think of me as a baby because I’m scared of everything but I can’t help it. The least you could do is make sure I’m okay.”

“I know, and again I’m really sorry for not doing that. It was stupid of me to make fun of you and I should have just turned on another movie. I hate seeing you hurt and now I can’t even tell you how bad I feel.”

You can tell that he’s being genuine and that he truly feels bad, so you decide to forgive him. He is your best friend after all, he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you. “It’s okay Pete, that you for apologizing.” you smile.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna be mad at me forever.” He rushes towards you and engulfs you in a big hug, nestling his face in your neck. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

You giggle, “Thank you Pete, but can we please go back out there and watch a different movie?”

He looks up at you, his arms still wrapped around your middle, “Oh, yeah sure.” He pulls away from you slowly and you start to turn around towards the door to head back out until his eyes widen. “DONT TURN AROUND!”

You’re taken aback, staring at Peter with furrowed brows. “Huh?”

He looks at you sternly, “Don’t. Turn. Around.”

You sigh, “Peter come on, we just talked about this. I told you not to make fun of me like that anymore. You promised.”

“I’m not joking. Seriously don’t look behind you.”

“Oh my god Peter you’re too much.” You start to turn around to head back out when he grabs your arm harshly, pulling you towards him. Before you know it, his lips are on yours and his arms are back around your waist.

Holy shit. You’re best friend is kissing you. The boy you’ve liked for years is literally kissing you!

Before you get the chance to really kiss him back, he pulls away. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that I just didn’t know how else to make you not turn around so I kissed you and I shouldn’t have done it and now I’ve messed everything up and-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his once again, this time truly getting to kiss him. You wrap you arms around his neck with his still snaked around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer and your lips move in sync, as if they were made for each other. You finally pull away when you run out of breath, your forehead resting against Peter’s.

“Woah.” he whispers.

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that you like me back?” Peter asks.

You giggle, pressing another quick peck on his lips, “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Awesome.” he pauses, looking behind you at the door. “There’s a spider behind you by the way.”

“What?” you freak out, jumping up and forcing Peter to catch you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter laughs, “I did! But you insisted that I was just joking. So I had to kiss you instead.”

“Oh. Well, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I got to kiss you.” Peter smirks causing you to blush. “Can I put you down now so I can take are of this spider?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

He captures the spider and throws it out the window, not wanting to kill it. You both walk back to the living room hand in hand to see a giggling Ned and MJ.

“I was wondering how long that was gonna take for you to finally get together.” MJ smirks.

You blush, “How did you-”

“We heard everything, including you screaming about the spider.” Ned laughs.

“Shut up!” you giggle.

“Whatever, just please don’t be making out in our fort while Ned and I are trying to sleep. At least get a room.”

You and Peter blush, but MJ and Ned usher you over into the fort. Peter sits down and you snuggle in his lap, his arms wrapped around you to keep you warm. Much to your chagrin, MJ turns It back on, but Peter’s warmth lulls you to sleep quickly and you miss the majority of the movie, sleeping comfortably in his arms.

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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tigerdrop · 3 years

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in lieu of doing more strenuous hand-based activities heres the Dogboy Gordon In Heat Megamix ive been talking about. i wrote this over the course of a couple months in an effort to feel okay about writing horny shit again and i only just realized there are nearly 6 thousand words here. and they only really fuck for like 10% of that

ta-dah

ive thought a lot about gordon being stuck back at gordonhouse after getting kicked out of barneyhouse. i think its ripe for a lot of pining. (and yes, he is pining over the guy hes actively banging. hes being a big mopey idiot over the fact that he doesnt get to have his fuckbuddy around 24/7.) absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever and gordons already at a baseline of "wheres benrey. wheres benrey"......and now i am about to turn it up to 11

so lets say......gordons starting to feel weirdly under the weather. sweaty and irritable and tired. hes holing himself up in his room a lot, wrapping himself up in blankets to fight off a chill and a sniffliness that wont go away. and hes gettin awfully moody, too. real fuckin testy. starting shit with freemind for no reason and snapping at og gordon like hes a teenager. and......hes nesting, almost, or at least, gathering up a whole bunch of blankets and pillows and anything that smells vaguely like benrey. (hes not really aware hes doing this last thing.)

basically, long story short, feetman is fucked up. hes pathetic. hes being a huge bitch. at least og gordon feels vaguely sorry for him, and expresses this by way of observing him and trying to treat it. for science. its better than freemind, who just loudly complains about him being a huge bitch and reeking up the place. theres something weird coming from vr gordons corner of the house.....a musky, heady, hormonal kind of thing that makes freemind act simultaneously territorial and irritable and more lascivious than normal. and that also piques og gordons attention, because having both of them be wound up little freaks at the same time is enough to make even the most resilient person pull their hair out

now gordon primes got his suspicions as to whats going on, but hes not gonna tell vr gordon that he suspects hes going into heat. that would compromise the experiment, and all that. so poor gordons just going thru all this shit not knowing what in the fuck is wrong with him and getting more worked up and irritable about it by the day. hes convinced that hes just got the flu, or something......except, uh, haha, jesus christ he is horny all the FUCKING TIME

he doesnt get it! he feels like shit all the time, so why is he constantly fighting off boners and having weird wet dreams and thinking about-- well. his fucking boyfriend, he guesses. (are they boyfriends?? he doesnt know. he gets a weird, sharp pang when he thinks about them not being boyfriends, at this point, but its not like theyve ever talked about it!) gordons half-convinced that hes just losing his mind from being stuck inside all the time and he really just wants to see benrey again. its, like, all he thinks about. (see? hes losing it. theres the proof.)

the sucks thing for everybody else is that gordon is also Extremely Vocal about how shitty he feels and how much he wishes he didnt feel shitty so he could go see benrey and how much he cant stand benrey for not being able to read his mind and come over when he feels bad. eventually freemind gets so sick of his shit that he decides to cut out the middleman and get benrey involved directly. "come take care of your fucking dog before i call the aspca! animal neglect is a crime, asshole!"

(if pressed, freemind would adamantly reject the idea that hes being nice to gordon. but on some level, hes kinda sympathetic. the guys clearly miserable, and he just keeps asking for the same fucking thing. might as well humor him to shut him up.)

vr gordon is completely unaware of these machinations, however. hes just holed up in his room trying to work out what makes him feel better because, uhh, powerade isnt helping

jacking off doesnt do a whole lot for him anymore. like, it feels good, but its not very satisfying. gordon just ends up feeling more restless than anything afterward. and hes always stupid horny. more blankets. a box fan. less blankets. sleeping with one of benreys shirts pressed up to his face. grinding into his pillow when he wakes up hard from yet another weird dream. theyre all a little helpful, and he feels like hes working towards the right thing, somehow, but its never really enough to take the edge off

and then.....he tries......jerking off more. especially when he realizes that its bizarrely soothing to do so while he can smell benrey up close and personal on that stupid shirt of his. better still when he rolls onto his side.....and then his stomach.......rocking his hips into the mattress until he gets the idea to lift his hips a little. and......oh. cool. something kind of......clicks. in his head. as he raises his hips higher while he keeps his arms wrapped around a pillow and benreys shirt jammed against his nose. hes got that lil moment of realization that this is good, actually. this feels like a good move. and its making some of that discomfort melt away

and gordon thinks about.....how it felt. earlier. when they were with barmey. and benrey had him just like this, ass up, face down, and was spreading him apart and licking him open and making him submit and he groans so fucking hard that embarassment just rips through him like lightning. but his tail starting to wag a little faster.....electricity shooting through his belly......and he cant help but wonder. what if benrey had kept going? pulled back and-- maybe, replaced his tongue with his fingers, one at a time, curling them inside him and telling him how well hes behaving and-- and his dick throbs, hard, and gordon realizes he wants fingers inside of himself right fucking now, thank you, hes not fully certain how to accomplish it be he is going to fucking try

(sigh) so my guy figures out about the old fingers in the ass trick. and i need you to understand that i am fully convinced that this is one of those guys who has an uproarious reaction to getting fingers in his ass. mr repressed and uptight over here doesnt really get what the big deal is until he gets braver and pushes a little deeper and hes rock hard in an instant, goodbye, just like everybodys favorite creative writing exercise

and this is what he decides to do for a solid day or two without leaving his room, because, honestly, this is awesome. and the longer he spends jerking off the less time he spends stressing about the fact that his imaginations getting really vivid, here. sure, like, hes no stranger to weird dreams even before this, but this is the first time hes really letting his mind run wild and this dude is nonstop thinking about being bred and gordon still has no fucking idea that hes in heat. doesnt even occur to him

unfortunately this also does not solve his problems but at least it feels baller and it keeps him occupied. also, unfortunately, the increased rate of jerking off is causing a serious uptick in Dog Smells, the effect of which is turning freemind into a nightmare. its just not good vibes in this house. enter: benrey

now i need you to understand that when these two meet up again i want gordon to get Emotional. think about how genuinely excited he gets to see some of his pals in canon. the like......excitement and disbelief when benrey shows up outside his window throwing rocks at it before noclipping in. he forgets to even act pissed off at first. i think it would be super fucking cute for him to drop the game for a moment just out of shock, basically. his tails waggin, his ears are perked up, and hed probably tackle benrey to the ground if he wasnt also a sweaty, trembling mess whos been holed up in his room for days.

and benrey has No Fucking Idea what he has walked in on here. as far as benrey knows, freemind just demanded he get over there and take care of his dog.

(INTERLUDE: here is the part where i gin up a freemind POV of this exact scene. b/c i am out of my fucking mind

so. i had the thought of a freemind POV chapter where hes spying on gordon and benrey.....because. gordons in heat. ive talked about that scenario before too (literally so many FUCKING times okay i just need this dude to have the uncontrollable urge to be bred like a little bitch! and for benrey to take pity on him and make him feel better by nutting in him literally as many times as is physically possible!!!)

but i wanna manifest it in this specific way: from an outside perspective. voyeurism is great and also i have a one track mind and basically the only time i traffic in Other Guys in this fandom anymore is as a participant in gordon and benreys horse shit. Im not apologizing for this

lets say.....vr gordons behavior has been getting worse and worse for "unknown reasons" and freeman prime just sees it as a key observational opportunity for his research. while freeminds getting really irritated at how much its cutting into his normal way of life. for one thing, vr gordons room reeks, and he cant even escape it in his own room! and its turning him into a feisty, aggressive, and loud son of a bitch. but he cant even resolve it in his usual fashion at this point (baiting vr gordon into another competition/fuckfest) b/c gordons being a little sadsack holed up in his room and doesnt wanna play

but also.....he kinda just feels bad for the guy at a certain point. hes clearly really miserable and looks downright ill and all hes asking for is to see his boytoy again. (gordons convinced that hes dying, and feels the need to dramatically speak to benrey one last time before he croaks.) so freemind decides, in all his benevolence, to go over gordon primes head and drag the guy over there anyway. (with machinations, not his literal bare hands. what is he, a caveman?) he reasons that itll be a good opportunity to twist gordons arm into groveling at his feet later

and he spies on the two of them in gordons room.....why? idk. possibly something to do with investigating this relationship between a gordon and a barney that he had yet to fully analyze. tl;dr he gets trapped in their closet for a remix of that one barmey voyeurism chapter b/c why the fuck not

i just.....i dont know.....i think theres something really charming about a 3rd party not being able to fully make out what theyre saying or doing but piecing things together anyway.....like benreys weirdly soft tone of voice when hes talking to a super agitated gordon. as far as any of them know, hes not really like that. he either sounds bored or smug, but either way, its usually straight-up antagonistic

it would make freemind bristle to hear it b/c its almost a mocking tone, but.....it makes gordons shoulders drop and gets him to let go of some of that tension and thats probably fascinating to watch. literally soothing him like a stressed out dog, huh. smoothing back his hair and murmuring things in a low, even tone that freeminds enhanced hearing still isnt good enough to make out. (the guy mumbles, okay? he needs a fucking toastmasters meetup.)

it would equal parts horrify and fascinate freemind, in my onion. watching a version of himself fall that hard into the loyal pet role.....its pathetic! for all that gordon goes on about not being a slave to his instinct or whatever, he sure is doing a bad job of acting like it! its like watching himself, but worse.

and benreys having to soothe him like a startled animal b/c he doesnt even know whats wrong with himself, but theres something thick enough on the air that even benrey can smell it, and hes taking some stabs at the dark. especially with how charged some of the shit gordons saying is......"i cant fucking take it anymore", "you smell so good", "i dont know whats wrong with me, man, my dick hasnt gone down for days and im pretty sure i need a doctor-- no, a real one, not the other gor-- NOT a vet, JESUS"

and the whole time.....freeminds peeking from behind a closet door. watching them devolve from outright hostility into "gordon climbing into benreys lap and shoving one of benreys hands up his shirt and demanding that he fucking touch him already"

normally i dont think freemind would be averse to a little bit of voyeurism, here. if it was anybody else, hed probably at least engage in a little heavy petting. but this is getting weird, man. he cant shake the uncanny feeling that this is something too intimate for him to be watching. for one thing, gordons whimpering like a goddamn dog just from a little necking, and for two, hes never really been the kind of guy to watch people make out for 15 minutes before they get to the good stuff

its just kind of unsettling how much these two clearly really, really like each other at this point. its not like watching gordon prime give vr gordon a handjob as part of a "test". freemind expected more of a hatefuck kind of deal out of these two, what with how often gordons normally going on about how much he hates the guy, what a pain in the ass benrey is, how he just wishes benrey would stop jerking him around.....etc. freemind could shit himself right now. that lying bitch!

i imagine its also kind of painful, on a personal level, for him to watch this borderline-sappy shit. he cant even fathom being on the receiving end of that behavior, let alone from......well. theyve all got their barneys, right? and gordon primes basically doomed himself to incel status b/c he wont nut up and do anything about it. freemind just assumed they were all in the same boat: cursed to casual sex with their roommates/clones, forever, and unable to achieve any kind of intimacy b/c all 3 gordons are fucked up in the exact same way. since theyre all just diff flavors of the same fucking guy, right?

well, theres the evidence that hes wrong. and that vr gordons better than him, somehow. thats gotta suck, bro

anyway then he watches vr gordon get railed in the ass a bunch and jerks off anyway b/c its still hot. see ya)

“take care of your dog”. huh. hes got no clue what that means but, yknow, he does kinda miss his dog. hasnt seen gordon in awhile. and he immediately comments "wow. you look fucked up" in as blunt and unsympathetic a way as possible. but gordons so far gone that he cant even work up a good anger about it. he is pretty fucked up, man. and benrey sits on the bed and slaps his forehead with a palm to take his temperature (and that gets gordon to bitch at him, finally, that thats not how you do it, asshole) and judges that, uh, he is hot. in his expert opinion

and thats when gordon kinda grabs his sleeve and tugs it and starts tryin to say something. hes really bad at it, because he is having to perform the mortifying task of Owning Up To It, but eventually he manages to grind out that he needs benrey to touch him, please. just pet him. something. he feels really bad and he just needs benrey to scratch his fucking ears. this is the most gordon can cop to in one go, and it is such a sad struggle to watch, but benreys caught off guard by it and he feels weirdly bad for gordon upon hearing it so hes just like "whoa, okay" when gordon tugs his hand to his head

gordon groans the moment his fingernails start scratching behind the ears and digging into his scalp. even just that much feels really fucking good. its comforting, for one thing, and its benrey, for another, and the physical touch feels so fucking good right now that goosebumps are crawling down his neck. gordon cant help but lean against benrey and bury his head in the crook of his shoulder. he wants to hide his face from scrutiny and he wants to get closer but he doesnt know how to say what his fucking problem is

and benreys weirdly quiet. just kinda mumbling and shushing him intermittently, awkward and not sure what to do b/c this is a level of intimacy he was not expecting but gordons sure is responding nicely to a second hand in his hair

so having both of benreys hands scratching at his scalp is really getting to gordon. hes scritchin behind the ears and gordons tails wagging at a mile a minute. the feelings making goosebumps race down his neck and arms. he starts kind of mumbling something into benreys shoulder, how hes been feeling so fucked up lately, and he squirms a little closer. hes not really aiming for anywhere in particular but every neuron thats firing in him right now is telling him to get closer. make contact. he missed the fucking guy, what can he say.

and one of benreys hands......slips down to gordons face. his jaw. a thumb pushing into that soft little divot between his jaw and neck, like hes trying to push up into gordons fucking teeth. its weird and bizarrely intrusive, but benreys hand is broad and warm and gordon leans into it anyway, groaning with relief. its not like its not doing anything for him. kind of the opposite, actually. then he palms at gordons neck, and gordon starts breathing harder. he can feel his heartbeat rabbit-fast, pushing against benreys skin (and theres no way benrey isnt feeling that, too).

benrey eyes are lidded and his breaths starting to get heavier, too. naturally, yknow, since gordons practically draped over him right now, melting all the more the longer benrey keeps petting him. oxytocin is crazy, man, especially when a guys in the full throes of some kind of chemical meltdown of the glands. gordons eyes are screwed shut, tail thumping furiously against the bed, and hes panting at benreys neck like hes a fucking dog. he just doesnt know how to articulate what the fuck his problem is

benrey smells insanely good to him right now, and gordon just blurts that out. benrey gives him some shit for it, but when gordon only makes a weird noise in response and fists his hands in benreys hoodie, it makes him shut up real quick. hes squeezing out words about feeling like he needs something, but its clearly a fucking effort. its almost pitiful

so. gordons crawled right into benreys lap, too impatient after days and days of feeling like this (you know, being in heat, in so many words). hes been pounding off like crazy, that brand new collar of his strapped to his neck nearly every time b/c hes that desperate to feel… well. *benrey*. he cant fucking jerk off to thoughts of anything else - porn doesnt do it for him, and his fantasies slip right back to the same thing every single time. its frustrating! hes bisexual, for gods sake! its not like hes normally immune to the wiles of the Phat Ass White Girl, but lately he just keeps ending up on his hands and knees and whining benreys name into his pillow and he couldnt focus on a girls rack if he tried

point being. hes being awfully fucking demanding. (and also, hes wearing the collar *right fucking now)*. he shoves benreys hand up his shirt and shivers the moment he makes contact with gordons burning-hot flesh. and hes demanding that benrey touch him already, jesus, hes losing his mind! and benreys just crooning at him, “bossy, huh,” but hes scritching gordons ears and palming at his side and nosing at gordons neck and gordon starts to feel like hes melting into it. his protests at being talked down to are perfunctory at best

benrey licks a stripe up gordons neck and starts muttering his stupid horseshit right in gordons ear and it makes gordon clutch his shoulders so tight, claws digging into the meat of him. benreys kind of into it, though, and it just makes him laugh, low and harsh and right in gordons ear. that just makes gordons problem worse. he lets out quiet, nasal whines on every exhale, like a literal fucking dog.

he starts teasing, like, “haha, you’re *gagging* for it, bro,” but gordon doesnt respond with the defensiveness he expects. instead, its like opening a floodgate - he is, hes fucking *desperate*, okay, his dick hasnt gone down in days and he wants benrey so bad he cant see straight and he cant stop thinking about him and all of this comes tumbling out of him at once. gordons trying to press himself as close to benrey as he can physically get, legs straddling benreys lap and arms clutched tight around his back. and when benrey prods a little more, tells gordon to say what hes been thinkin about, gordon starts to pant, squeezing his eyes shut. but he cant bring himself to do anything more than choke and stutter on the words

hes half-hard in his underwear already (and, lets be be clear, he was only in boxer briefs and a tank top to begin with. hes sweating buckets and its the least amount of clothing he could get away with wearing around the house) and his tails thumping a mile a minute and hes so far gone, just from benrey talking down to him and kissing his neck and scratching his ears. but hes not budging yet, so benrey slides that hand on his ears over to his ponytail and *yanks*. tells him, “speak.” gordons dick twitches rapidly, and he lets out a sharp sound, and he finally says it: he needs benrey to *fuck* him, jesus

benrey lets out a harsh breath at that. “yeah? thats what puppy wants?” and the nickname should blister him, make him feel to embarrassed to continue, but gordons too desperate to care. he just starts spewing a litany of “god yes”s and “please”s. hes getting harder and harder, pressed up against benreys belly, and benrey can *feel* it. “good boy,” he mutters, and those claws dig harder, that panting gets louder and harsher

he slips a hand around to gordons back, rubbing slowly for a moment as if to soothe him, and then slides it under the back of gordons boxers. and lower still. starts rubbing at gordons hole. that gets a quiet “oh god” out of gordon.

gordon cant help himself - he rocks forward against benrey, just a little, rubbing his bulge against what he realizes is benreys *extremely* hard dick in his sweatpants. hes not the only one whos got it bad. but he *is* the only one whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as benrey pushes a little further, makes as if hes about to breach gordon dry. the poor guys so needy that he probably wouldnt even argue!

but benrey just stares at him, wide eyed and flushed, mouth hanging open a little. gordons so hot for this that it surprises the both of them.

anyway after some boring position finagling benrey coaxes gordon onto his hands and knees, running a broad hand down gordons shaking back. and he pulls back gordons tail, exposing him. its so fucking humiliating - gordons got his face buried in a pillow, and his ass in the air, and hes never felt so *vulnerable* before. he wants to argue, he wants to lift his head and look back to make sure that everythings, like, okay back there - benreys staring at his entire asshole, okay, and he wasnt exactly anticipating benrey making a house call to fuck him in the ass - but every time he lifts his head, or starts to say something neurotic about it, benrey chides him about it. clicks his tongue. tells him, “hey. dogs dont talk” or “i said *bow*, bro”.

for all his insisting that hes a real guy, that hes not just a dog, gordons feeling less and less like a human and more like something in thrall to his instincts. the condescension rankles like it always does, but doing what benrey tells him to feels good. feels natural. presenting himself like this feels like what hes *supposed* to do. it doesnt stop him from running his mouth entirely, but it helps to mitigate some of the embarrassment.

and then… benrey *licks*. gordon tenses and gasps. he doesnt know how benrey can stand it, its gotta be, like, unhygienic! but that didnt scare him off the last time they tried this, and its not like gordon hasnt thought about it since. hes thought about it a lot, actually. but hes been too neurotic to ask for it. benreys not stupid, though. hes a good dog owner (at least, so he thinks) and hes gonna take care of his dog. so he licks again, and again, pressing a little harder against gordons hole on each pass with the broad side of his tongue until he dares to breach it with the tip.

gordons rock hard again in an instant. his dick hangs between his legs and drips onto the sheets. he digs his fingers into the pillow now, tearing holes in its surface with those sharp nails of his, and he makes embarrassingly high noises that he muffles into into the pillow, too. hes tense, hes so fucking tense, he should be clamping down and making benreys task really fucking hard, but theres bright pink sweet voice dripping from his hole and benreys rubbing the side of his thigh in an effort to soothe him and both of these things work in tandem to get him to relax. and benrey works his tongue in further, further than a human ought to.

the tip was one thing, but it gets wider as benrey pushes it in, and its just as good as it was before - better, even, because now its just the two of them, just a master and his dog, and benreys the only one he wants to see him like this. bent over and whimpering. he cant— he cant stomach the thought of anybody else doing this to him. hell, there was a point once where the idea of stomaching *benrey* doing this to him would have made him laugh. but here he is. benreys fucking him open with his tongue and pressing against something thats making him see stars and gordon just wants *more*. he says it so sweet, too, voice growing hoarse and raw as he begs benrey to just fucking do it already, he doesnt wanna come like this!

gordon gets so worked up and emotional about it that benrey takes the time to scratch behind his ears again, shushing him and telling him to chill. benreys got him. hes been a good dog, and good dogs get treats. hearing the words “good dog” makes gordons entire body flush. thats all he wants, really. he wants to be a good dog. he wants to be *told*. he blurts out, “oh my god— say it again,” and benreys like, “huh? say what? youre gonna have to be more specific,” clicking the last syllable. it makes all the hairs on gordons head rise and prickle with shame. the best he can do is mumble it into his pillow.

benrey hears it, though, and tugs at gordons collar from behind, just enough to raise his head. “whassat? you want me to call you a good boy?” gordon cant bring himself to answer that directly, but his stupid body betrays him by making him whine. jesus christ, yes, thats all he WANTS! he needs benrey to be good and nice to him for once in his fucking life and give him what he wants instead of taking, taking, taking! but benrey just tells him that hes gonna have to earn it. gonna have to be *real* good for him. gordon could fucking snarl at that, but benreys pulling back to rub his dick between gordons cheeks and against his hole and that shuts him up pretty fast because hes *so close* to getting what he wants and hes not about to fuck it up now by running his big dumb mouth

and then… he starts to push in. that sweet voice has loosened gordon up enough to take even benrey, who, uh, is definitely the bigger of the two, in that regard. he goes slow, uncharacteristically so, and gordons chest heaves with the force of how hard hes breathing. a quiet string of “oh god”s spills out of him as he tries to crane his neck back to watch. the head breaches him with a strange popping sensation, and benrey groans, loud, as the rest of him slides in with little resistance in comparison. “good,” he pants in turn, “youre takin it so good,” and—

and gordon comes, in weak, aborted spurts. it snuck up on him. he clenches so fucking tightly that it winds benrey a little. he breathes out, “whoa. did you—” but gordon just begs him to shut up, keep going, hes not— hes not done yet, its always like this, its not *enough*. his dick barely even flags afterward, it just hangs there, achingly hard and dripping with cum. benrey cant even find it in himself to make fun of him. he wants it so fucking bad, doesnt he? and he feels so good, so fucking tight and slick around benrey that the only thought running through his head is “gotta take care of my dog gotta fuck my best friend gotta nut in him and make him howl”. so he pushes himself alllll the way in until theyre pressed together, skin to skin.

then he starts to move. slow, careful thrusts, more for benreys benefit than gordons. if hes not careful, hes gonna blow his load, right then and there, and hes trying to make it good for gordon, too, okay? unlike *some* of them, hes not gonna bust in two minutes and then spend the next half hour crying and trauma-dumping to the guy hes still got his dick inside of.

once he thinks hes got a grip, though, benrey starts fucking him in earnest, and that changes gordons vocalizations from weak little whimpers into something louder. less restrained. hes given up any pretense of being quiet so that his other selves dont hear that hes snuck his boytoy into his room. just loud, wordless moans on each thrust, initially muffled into the pillow but soon spilling into the wider room when he turns his head to catch his breath. the only words hes managing are “oh god” and “please” and “benrey, benrey, *benrey*”, and benrey just responds to him like, “yeah? thats good? fuuuck, bro, so good for me,” all short of breath and barely able to speak himself

he wants to see gordons face. he *needs* to see gordons face. needs to see what hes doing to him, needs to see that cute fuckin blush of his. so he tugs on gordons collar again, bringing him to his hands and knees properly instead of that bowing position. and then further still - pulls him back so that benreys on his knees, and gordons on his knees in turn, on his lap, cock still buried inside of him and fucking him in short, hurried thrusts. “paws up,” benrey tells him, and gordon does it. instantly. no resistance. just folds them at his chest like a real dog would.

“whos a good boy?” benrey croons, right in his ear again. gordon gasps, “i-i am!”

“yeah? youre a good boy?” nod, wail. “whose— whose good boy are you?”

and gordon chokes on his response. he cant say it, he *cant*, he doesnt want to be benreys but he does, he *does*. he doesnt want to be benreys because its not fucking fair! he cares so fucking much! so much more than benrey does, it feels like, obsessing over the guy like hes wrapped thorny vines all around gordons heart and he cant so much as shift in his seat without feeling the tug and the ache and thinking of benrey again. and benrey doesnt care, he never fucking cares, except—

except he showed up at gordons house, in his room. without even being asked. like he knew something was wrong. and he— hes always talking to gordon, shooting him stupid texts just to make him laugh. scheduling *date nights* for them. date nights where, yeah, maybe they couldnt see each other in person, and maybe they always end in some kind of depraved sexual act, but its not like gordons not into it. hes frighteningly into it, actually. and hes *so* into hearing benreys voice, low and crooning, right in his ear, and seeing him lean on an elbow and smile at him afterward. its— its practically genuine. and benreys always making excuses to talk with him, do things with him, watch stupid fucking movies that only gordon cares about and stream with him on twitch to help boost his subscriber count and—

and—

oh god. maybe he *does* care. that might be more terrifying than the alternative.

then benrey yanks the collar again. presses the whole of gordons back against his front in one hot, unbroken line. and asks, “i said, whose good boy are you, bro? *speak.*”

“benrey,” he blurts out, a ragged moan, “d-dont make me sa-AY it, oh god—”

“no?” benrey stills suddenly. his hands keep gordon stuck in place, unable to move or bounce or feel benrey shift inside of him. “thats, uh… thats too bad, friend. this trains for good boys only. good dogs go to heaven 2. no bad dogs allowed. gonna have to, uhh, escort you off—”

“im not a bad dog!”

“i dunno, gordo. bein’ kind of, uh… disobedient.”

(sorry. thats all i got . byeeee)

#this is so far from finished b/c A) im a coward now and B) typing qith my left hand sucks so i dont wanna do it right now. Sorry #writin stuff

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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T.H| Three Months?

Summary: 👽👽👽

Warnings: pregnant women who got into an argument and then had birth but tom came up (this is like stupid but why not)

You sighed and walked in the house while tom stormed in behind you, slamming the door.

“See- you do this every single fucking time- arent you tired” you turned to him. “No i could actually go all fucking day if i wanted to” “you already fucking did!” You yelled, raising your hands in frustration as tears started to pool your eyes but never fell.

“Y/n why do you do this all the fucking time?” He said, coming in your face and grabbing your wrist. “Do what?” You asked desperately. “You make me the bad guy, like i do everything wrong-“ “nononono because what are you talking a fucking bout? I do nothing but love you and carry your fucking child”

You pushed him away, “why are you even holding my baby?” He muttered. And thats when the tears fell “i dont know. Why am i holding your baby?” You asked back and he shrugged. “Dont worry, i wont anymore” you shrugged to “i dont care- you dont care. Fuck off” you walked in the room and slammed the door, hissing in pain by the baby kicking but you ignored it, throwing your clothes out to move out.

When you were done you walked out with the multiple suitcases “we are over” you harshly yelled while tom sat on the couch rubbing his eyebrow and eyes “whatever y/n”

And with that you both are done. No more.

He grew sick and didn’t take care of himself. He sent you a total of 1,000 texts in three days. 1,027 calls to. He was desperate, he wanted to see you, his child. It hurt his heart for thinking back on that day, so cruel and careless with his words.

You didnt want his money you could provide for yourself. You didnt want anything to do with him, but the baby was a beautiful exemption.

So when you went in labor you cried in pain, your moms hand in yours while she wiped your sweaty forehead. “I cant do it mom- please” you cried, leaning your head back as tears strolled down your cheeks, a scream leaving your lips as your back arched, your brothers and sisters wincing as they watched in the background.

“You got this. You wil give birth abd you better do it before i dig in there myself” she whispered and you gripped her hand turning your head abd smiling at her before. “This is the last push!”

3,2,1

~and a baby was borrrrn~

“Sage” you smiled. “Uhhh y/n...you have a guest” your brother said, looking through the glass and finding the one man who you sure didnt want to see, really, right now?

He stepped in...he looked clean and freshly shaved, but his mood just killed the vibe. He felt down below, no escape and he came here to change it.

“Thomas-“ “can i at least help take off the umbilical cord, y/n im begging you...thats my baby to” he said, and you thought about it. Tears streamed through your eyes “why now? Three months?” “Y/n baby im so sorry...i couldnt stop-“

“Um so is he gonna take it off or what.” The doctor asked, still carrying the crying child looking between the both of you before you nodded, your mom wiping away your tears “just hear him out. And if he talks crazy i promise i will beat his ass” “thank you mom” you whispered and watched as tom helped. A faint smile on his lips.

“What are you gonna name her?” Tom questions, watching her suck your nipple, you played with the curly hair on her head..like her fathers. “Sage...sage y/l/n”

Hearing that broke his heart. He bit his lip and gave a lopsided smile “can she- nevermind” he looked away, fustration filling his head while he tried to fight the tears. “You want her to have your last name, dont you?” You asked, looking up at him while he gave a nervous nod.

“She can have your last name if you can answer one question” you lifted your finger before placing it down. He nodded and shifted in his seat on the bed “ill answer”

You both made eye contact before you started to speak “why did i give birth to your baby?” You slightly tilted your head, one of your hands brushing the babys hair while the other sat there.

He looked away and cleared his throat, silent tears rolling down his cheeks before he grabbed your hand and looked back at you “because you are the love of my life” you swallowed harshly at his words.

“Are? Thomas you left me on my own. I could’ve fell in depression, got sick, trip down the fucking stairs-“

“I know that y/n!” He cut you off. “I know that. I just didnt want- i didnt want to argue again. I know im the problem-“ “youre not the problem we are-“ “please just let me speak. I know im the problem. So i wanted to distance myself because i dont want stress on you. I want the best for you and im just not it. Im not it y/n” he sniffled “and it sucks because im so in love with you” his shoulders slumped and he let go of your hand, turning away from you to let all of his tears fall and he choked on his sob, he couldnt hold it in. He let it all out.

Watching him cry is heart breaking, you sat up carefully and tugged him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in your neck. “I-i just dont know what to do y/n” “shhhh” he continued to cry in your neck and you brushed his hair, looking down at sage, sage holland. “Tom” he let out a small hum. “We can do this together, my love for you will never end”

And he cried harder, all the stress and frustration, worry from the past months just pooling out of his eyes.

“I love you” “im so sorry for leaving you alone” he wrapped his hand around your waist tightly and pulled your closer, feeling the wet spot on your neck but he didnt care. He had you and sage back.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland au #tom holland x pregnant!reader #dad!tom holland #dad!tom

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it9chi · 3 years

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Hiii I don’t know if your taking request and if your not it’s fine you can totally ignore this lol :P but if you are can you do the trend of the pretty best friends with maybe Akaashi, Bokuto, and kuroo 🙈 by the way I loved the way you write the characters

how they blind react to the audio “i ain’t never seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gotta be ugly” from tiktok + find the first part here

kuroo:

man doing this to kuroo would be so funny

cs we know he lowkey prideful

so this would “”potentially”” hurt his ego

at least when it comes to you

cs this bitch hates losing to you no matter what

like he’s not like this to kenma usually

and u tell him its bc kenma is his favorite bestie

then he’s all like: noo ahaha who said i like kenma more than u? ahah who sed that cut the cameras

then proceeds to baby and pamper kenma right in front u

smh kuroo we were friends first

ANYWAY SO

just like oikawa, he likes inviting himself to your tiktoks, selfies, etc u know the drill

so roping him in your tiktok would be easy breezy

you set up ur camera and pretend you were getting ready to dance to that fishing pole reel it in tiktok

(also prior to this u told him abt wanting to do that tiktok w him)

and just like you predicted it, kuroo is now magically next to you smirking and shit at the camera

pulling a debby ryan yes king pop off

then the audio plays: “i aint never seen two pretty best friends. always one of them gotta be ugly”

KUROO NEVER LOOKED SO OFFENDED IN HIS LIFE

kuroo goes :O like you did something so scandalous in front of him

even if the camera didnt hear his voice, its still kinda obvious that he said “chibi chan~”

now its ur turn to gasp

mf smirks at your reaction and picks you up like a sack of potatoes and throws you over his shoulder

all of that caught in camera

and right when he was gonna throw you on the bed the camera stops recording

y’all blow up overnight ;)))

the comments: “they gotta be more than friends!!”

“sis i’ll be his best friend if u don’t want to be his bestie anymore”

kodzuken: so y’all a thing now or-

bonus: what actually happened is kuroo tickled u and showed no mercy nor remorse </33

bokuto:

ahh yes bokuto

bokuto beam besties !!!!!

ft. a very very tired akaashi

you pull this shit to mess with the team

perks being the other fukurodani manager

(this is why konoha lowkey hates u but its okay queen u lowkey hate him too (as a joke))

ANYWAYS

so managers have to settle things right before practice starts right

after helping yukie and kaori, y’all had extra time

this is when u call bokuto in

“bokuto lets film a tiktok real quick!” you call out to ur bestie who was with akaashi and konoha

bokuto immediately dips on them and runs to you

“what are we dancing to today?”

we know this bitch can dance lets not lie to ourselves rn

u tell him u want to do that hit the quan remix trend on tiktok and he agrees

mf even knows the step already so uh anywayz

this is the part where brokuto gets bamboozled

you click record and bokuto starts rubbing his hands together like hes about to throw that ass back and start dancing religiously

til the audio plays

“i aint never seen two pretty best friends always one of them gotta be ugly”

so that played throughout the gym

konoha and akaashi stop talking and turned their attention to you and bokuto

the realization settles in and bokuto frowns

and everyone in the gym thinks his emo mode is about to work up and they’re all about to run to him

before bokuto lets out a big cackle

“you’re so funny sometimes, y/n” bokuto wipes a tear from his eyes from laughing so much

bokuto suddenly goes quiet til mf starts chasing you around the gym

“BOKUTO IM SORRY” you screeched as you ran for your life

“nOPE! IF I CATCH YOU IT MEANS YOURE THE UGLY BEST FRIEND” he retorts, catching up on you

in the end the video caught u guys running around the gym

konoha took this as a chance to repost your video with the caption “what a dumbass”

akaashi:

akaashi and this tiktok huh.....

do u know who u’re doing this to ??????

like akaashi???

akaashi keiji ?????????????????????????????????

this audio and akaashi just dont get along at all... like ... UGLY???

all in all im p sure this thing would backfire

and im not even joking luv xoxo

ANYWAY SO

you do this at home bc ... u dont want to embarauz urself doing this at school cs what if someone saw u calling THE akaashi ugly

so yeah u have this thing w akaashi where y’all just chill at ur respective homes for no reason at all

#bestietingz

and since akaashi is a genuinely nice guy and is a rlly rlly close friend of urs, he wont say no to ur vague requests <3

“keiji let’s do a tiktok together” you shake his arm as the mf reads a fucking book

“hmm okay” he hums, putting the book down

not forgetting to bookmark the page ! bookmark king ! knows his shit ok im getting sidetracked

you set ur phone down and angle it right

akaashi just does the bread face :] respecting ur viewers!

even if ur viewers r just the fukorodani team at best... maybe even some nekoma students bUT THATS NOT THE POINT HERE

ur trying so hard not to laugh and its so painfully obvious ur hiding something like akaashi is alr dreading cs he doesnt know what ur planning

so u press record and the audio rolls in

“i aint never seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gotta be ugly”

it turns to an awkward silence after that

cs akaashi didnt rlly know how to react

like he knows this shit is corny and just..... he cant even describe it oh god

and ur like looking at him for a reaction

hes just there like: :] ......

LIKE YOU TWO R ALREADY MAKING EYE CONTACT

AND UR LIKE COVERING UR MOUTH TRYING NOT TO LAUGH UR LIKE

“DO U GET IT??”

and akaashi is like: “yes i do :]”

AND UR LIKE: THEN WHATS UP WITH THIS REACTION

then he’s all like: “nothing. i know you’re not ugly and u shouldn’t let that meme define who you are because you are beautiful”

like a mf poet making ur heart melt

u put a closed caption thingie mabober before u post it cs u wanted to let ppl know who or how tf ur bestie acts and damn right hes right !!! ur not ugly neither is he !!!

the comments when u posted it are all asking for his contact information and the just like

“SIS I WANT HIM”

“WHATS HIS @??”

even bokuto commented like: THATS MY AKAASHI RIGHT THERE !!!!

and kuroo responds with: u cant win over him bro

and then bokuto replies again with: DUDE

#reqs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagines #kuroo headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagines #akaashi headcanons #bokuto headcanons #ans

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ellitx · 3 years

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!! Long one inc with modern au college Himmel, will be hurt/comfort (might be cringe i dunno i went ham) TW: mentions of mental illnesses and self harm, mentions of injuries, and smut ye

Was a quiet rainy day as you slept, back pressed into your boyfriend's chest, you had decided to come over to watch movies and spend some time relaxing together after finals but about an hour in you let a lull like state wash over you.

"This is the only time you look so peaceful y/n.." Himmel thought, "if only you'd let your walls down a bit.. just enough to let me in.." he brushed your cheek with the back of his hand with a feather light touch on your cheek "Im so sorry that you have to carry so much weight.. I'd do anything to help wash it away or at least help lift it"

Drinking in your form as you slept softly into him, he wishes to stay like this for hours, but he knows that as soon as consciousness comes over you again, the walls will be re-built, and your shoulders will re-tense with the weight they bear. He leans in to kiss your temple and stroke your hair softly praying not to wake you

Recalling all the stories you told him, the shitty ex that was so selfish of his own desires that it implanted the idea that all intimacy was, was to please the man. Now leaving scars that you cant even take for yourself in those times even though all he wants is to please, and pour the love you desperately need into you, over and over but even a year or so into the relationship, you had only given to him.. bearly even allowing him to sheath himself in you, and thats just the tip of the iceberg " you dont even let anyone help you, but all you do is give, how much longer until you cup is empty.." He thought kissing you softly once more

"Hmm..?" You sir and turn to face him "I-i'm so sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep.." he strokes your hair again to hush you "Its okay, Im glad you were able to get some rest" he whispered kisses on the lips proper pulling you in a bit closer and letting his hands run up and down your sides. "Himmel I hope youre not upset at me.." you gripped onto his shirt a bit and buried your head in his chest "we were supposed to hangout today and I feel awful for falling asleep.." you mumbled

"Stop that now.. you were exhausted.. its really okay" he softly pulls your face up to kiss you again licking your bottom lip praying you let him in, turning you head slightly and parting your lips you let him in "Thank god at least this.." he thought as he let his toungue rub against yours while sliding his hands down your sides and slipping his finger tips under the hem of your tights.

A small flinch came from you as he did this as a bit of panic started to set in.. you were so self conscious of yourself, you didnt feel ever adequate enough even to call your self his lover or even to indulge yourself in things like this. He can feel you starting to tense up.. "Mmm.. y/n just relax love.. please.." he start trailing kisses down your neckline "H-Himmel.. I really don't know I.." tears start to well up in your eyes. He knew what was about to happen you were going to push him away and it made his heart squeeze in agony all he wanted was to give and show you love, but he didn't want to force it too much to scare you but it had been going on so long, so he tried shifting his weight to straddle you but you managed to squeeze out from underneath him.

"I-i'm sorry.. I think I should go.." you choke out, your voice shaky whilst trying to stay composed you head for the door. "Y/n Wait please!" You heaved a heavy sigh as you felt his hand catch your wrist, you try to twist out of it but he pulls you in firm but gentle.. " God y/n.. just let me in..please let me tear down those walls and let me love you.." he swallowed, his throat bobbing and icy blue eyes staring straight into yours "You can't keep pushing me out.., you won't even let me help you with anything and it hurts.. even when your sick and dead tired all you do is push me and anyone out.. saying that its alright but it's really not.." He chocked out between sobs "please y/n.. I love you.. and if you love me like you say you do then please just let me.. anyone, help you.. I cant stand to see you like this.. Ive known you for our whole lives almost and I finally have you.. and seeing you in pain from the hand you've been delt hurts more than you'd ever imagine..!

You stood frozen wet face and shaking, silently letting all the words sink in, you felt awful for doing this to him, you thought, he had been there with you through almost every step of your life, even giving you up to a man who he wasn't good to you because you said at the time because you said it was what would make you happy at the time and even now.. he'd be willing to throw everything at the wall to sew you back together, to see the smile, the true smile that he hasent seen in years.

And again all you could do is "I'm sorry Himmel you deserve someone better.. you've done so much for someone whos worth nothing.." so you get up and pull away from him once again and run out of the door into the rain but not soon after did you feel your soaked self being almost held with unwavering force "NO..! Not again.. not ever.. and plus I am not letting you leave this house in this weather I couldn't bear to see you sick from something I could prevent..!" He yells as he slung you over his shoulder carrying you back inside and into the bathroom

"Strip.. youre soaking wet.. and shaking.." he said calm but sternly ,you flushed at his command, hes usually not like this.. you thought through your tears and nervously removed your clothing as did he. You curled up to cover your naked form as he bent down placing a towel over your shoulders and held you, slowly rubbing to dry and warm you, and as soon as you were dry and coming down from your clouded tears, he helps you up off the floor draping the towel over the both of you leading to the mirror.

"Y/n.. I know when you look into this mirror you dont like what you see.. and think you dont deserve the I want to give you.. but please.." He pauses to hold your hands at your sides , to let all your beauty and all your scars, visible and unseen reflect back at you "see yourself through my eyes for just a bit my songbird.. you're not what you see.." you again begin to let tears fall and with a quiet sob "I-Im so sorry.. I do love you.. im just scared.."

"Then let me fix whats right here.." he snakes his arm around to gently rest a hand on your heart "and right here.." and his other over your womb space then lays his head on your shoulder with a kiss to the crook of your neck "Let me pull the sorrow from between your legs like silk.. knot after knot after knot.." he whispered almost pleadingly

"O-okay.." you lean into him a bit wiping your tears with the back of your hand kissing his temple. With that he gently picks you up with your legs wrapping around his waist he grips you firm and gentle untill he enters his bedroom, locking the door behind him, then setting you down on the bed not once letting go.

"Himmel.. are you sure you still..? "Shh.. please.." he kisses to hush you, then slowly trails soft sensual kisses down your body worshipping each and every inch, pouring all the love you gave him back into you trying to ignore his own arousal. Trying your best to keep still your face burned as he did this, not wanting to move and let any moans escape, you put your hand over your mouth to stifle them "no one will hear you its okay.." He said as he continues downward towards your heat "Nng.. my love I-" he felt you begin to tense up again he rubs his hands down your thighs and kisses them softly sucking and licking them "Just relax y/n.."

You breathed a shaky sigh as he spread your legs and began to slow rub at your core admiring your slick that adorned his finger tips. "Ahh..~ its a shame you've been keeping yourself from me.. your essence is divine" his hot breath so close to you it sent electricity you've never even felt before, were you even worthy of such extacy? you though stifling another moan, internally fighting the want to pull away again, if its what he wants then you shall deliver.

"Oh how Ive longed for this.. to please you, to drink in every once of you.. and to replace the pain with pleasure.." He began to lick a stripe up your slit and gently pressed his two fingers on your clit, swirling them in unison to bring you to a higher bliss "H-Himmel.. Ahh.. its so good.. Nng..!"

The heat building in you, you couldn't help but grind against him "Dont be ashamed love..~ do what mm..~ feels best for you.. dont hide your moans.. I wanna hear my pretty little song bird sing~! He saids darting this tongue deeper into you whilst grinding against the bed, he couldn't help it, its all ever dreamed of ashamedly, consuming you whole so his arousal was unmatched

Panting with heavy and louder moans you wrapped your legs around his head, letting gain more access, with him gripping onto your thighs and moaning into you, the vibrations coming from him wond you so tightly threatening to spill all over him.. so you grip his head and try to push him away "Ahh..! Im.. so close.. Himme-- Ahh!" He only grips you tighter and grinds himself harder against the sheets chasing his own release "Dont..! Aaah!! Im right there..dont push me off of you..! I love you so.. dont deny me..! Nnnng..!" And with him losing himself in you, lapping at you so desperately you come down onto him, covering him in you, with him coming in tandem..

Panting he wipes his face with the sheets "Thank you for finally letting me love you right.."

(im so sorry if this is omega long and kinda intense?? Kinda just rolling with it i have full himmel disease -💚)

ahhhh another himmel food <333 you’re feeding me so much with these sweet sweet himmel contents and i really really love it 🥺💕💕

I shall also feed you with a himmel content of my own as a thank you 😋 still working on it hehe

#submission #ellianswers #genshin impact x reader #💚 anon #venti brainrot #himmel #himmel x reader

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corpsehusband-simp · 3 years

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Weight of the World

WARNING: This is a sensitive Fic that deals with depression, mentions of dark thoughts, punching a wall, and anxiety. It has a fluffy ending.

A/N: Please put yourself first and don't read this fic if it will put you in any kind of dark place because of what is metions and please know that my DM’s are always open. Feel free to message me all hours of the day or night, I am always here to talk.

Request: this is a touchy request so i understand if you are uncomfortable with writing it. it’s kinda a comfort/coping prompt but can you write corpse x reader where reader has been going through manic depression and just pushes everyone away and performs self destructive behavior, and corpse has to talk y/n out of su*icide? recently i’ve just.. been really going through it is all i can say. if you don’t wanna write it, totally understandable ❤️

Paring: Corpsex reader, Sykkuno x reader (best friends)

You rolled over in your bed as your phone rang, hiding yourself further into your covers. You woken up yesterday morning and your depression had hit you full force. You couldnt really put a finger on wheat caused your manic depressive episode but it was kicking your ass. It had been a while since you felt like this and you couldnt find the strength at the moment to pull yourself out of it and in doing so you were pushing away the person you loved the most. Corpse. The love of your life but you couldnt even answer his phone calls or texts. Instead you physically turned away from his caller ID, the last time you had talked to him was through a text yesterday telling him that you needed space and that was all.

The more you thought about it the angrier it made you, the angrier you became with yourself. As your mind slipped into darker, angrier thoughts your phone rang again but think time it was your best friend Sykkunos ring tone, Big booty bitches.

Corpse must have called him. You thoguht before reluctantly picking up the phone, wiping tears from your face. “What Sykkuno”

“Oh uh h-hi y/n. I just wanted to uh call you and check up on you, you didnt come to the Among Us lobby yesterday.” You sighed.

“Im fine Sy.” Your tone was short and rough, you hated acting this way but you didnt want to pull anyone else down intot the slump that you were in.

“O-okay, well im here okay. Love you y/n/n”

“Yeah love you too sy. Never forget that.” and with that you hung up on him, tears running down your face again as your thoughts continued down a dark route.

CORPSE POV

Corpse was going out of his mind trying to figure out what was going on with you. After your text yesterday he had been battling his anxiety on wether or not he should oush the situation, corpse knew you depression could get back sometimes but he also understood sometimes people just needed space. So he turned to the only other person he could trust right now, Sykkuno.

“Hey buddy.”

“Oh hey corpse, whats goin on?” It made corpse smile to hear that at least sykkuno was still his normal cheerie self.

“I need a favor, I think y/n is having another episode butbut she wont answer my calls so I was wondering if you could try and call her for me. See if she answers.”

“Yeah of course man, but why dont you just go over there?” Corpse sighs.

“Im going to but I dont want to push ya know. Its- this is a touchy thing.” Sykkuno hums in agreement before hanging up. Corpse paces back and forth in his livingroom till Sykkuno calls back.

“Hey Corpse”

“Did she answer?” Sykkuno sighs.

“Yeah and she doesnt sound like shes doing very well.Im actually really really worried Corpse.” Before Sykkuno could even finish his sentence Corspe was grabbing his car keys and hoodie.

“Im heading over there now, Ill text you later with and update. Thank you for calling her.”

“Of course, just keep me updated.” Corpse faster than he ever had , it was a mirical he didnt get pulled over.

Please be okay, please be okay. He repeated in his mind over and over as he run up to your apartment door. He entered quietly and quickly, not even bothering to take his shoes off. You entire apartment was dark and eerily quiet but as he neared your bedroom he could hear your quiet cries coming from the bathroom. He knocks on the door and tires to open it but it was locked.

“Go away.” You cried with broke Corpses heart.

“Baby girl, please open the door.”

“NO please just go away!”

Your POV

You felt out of control as you cried so you puched and yelp in pain. Corpse wastes no time kicking in the door.

“Im sorry baby Ill fix that I promise.” He says quickly as he kneels down beside you. You didnt know if it was the suddenness of the door kicking in or him beig here or both but you broken down into even more of a crying mess on your bathroom floor. Corpse pulls you into his chest and you try to fight him off.

“No leave me alone, go away!” He only held you tighter and closer.

“Y/N I’m not going anywhere. We made a promise to eachother remember? We promised to never leave eachother remember? Me and you together. Im promise to fight next to you. So please just breath and let me help baby please.” Eventually you stopped fighting against him and clung to him like your life depended on it, and in this moment you were positive it did. You didnt know how much time passed between that moment and when Corpse finally stood, holding you bridalstyle as he carried you to the room. You laid both you you down, never letting you leave his hold. As you laid there Corpse left sof kisses around your face and whispered sweet loving things to you.

“You are so strong Y/n” He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead. “You are beautiful and smart” Corpse kisses your temple. “You are worth every single breath you take, every single atom and molecule in this universe that you take up you are worthy of.” He gently lifts you chin so you were looking up at him with your red, puffy eyes. “A wise girl once told me, that I know it gets hard and feels like the weight of the world is one your shoulders but theres two of us now and you dont have to take the weight on alone.” You sniffle and look up at him.

“Hey I said that.” Your voice was weak and horse from crying.

“Yes baby girl, you did, and I hope you knoe its true. I am right here.”

“I dont want to burden you, I know you have some much on your plate already I dont want to throw my shit on there too.” He shakes his head and lays his forehead on yours.

“You arent burdening me, the only thing that ever puts more stress on my plate is when you push me away because I cant help you when you do that.” You sniffle reaching up and brush your finger tips across his cheek.

“Im so sorry I put you through this.” Tears started to well up in your eyes but Corpse qucikly wipes under them and peppers your forehead in kisses.

“Hey hey hey none of that baby. Alls well now. Im here now.”

“Thank you my love. You are my rock.’

“And you are mine”

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everlesslahote1 · 3 years

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‘LET ME GO PLEASE!” (Seth Clearwater) -Requested -

J“Can you do a Seth one. His imprint is attacked (maybe he try’s to sexually assault her/or does) by a man when she’s walking home one night. Paul Jared and Sam were in the woods as wolfs and come rescue her. They bring her back to Sam and Emily’s and call Seth. Lots of caring protective angry Seth. The pack have to calm him down and stop him from doing anything. He ends up scaring his imprint because he’s so angry. Soft moment at the end when Seth says sorry and lots of hugs and kisses”

-No problem love❤.

Seth Clearwater x Fem!Reader

(warning: Near sexual assault)

- Enjoy!

“Bye guy’s see you later” Y/n said leaving her friends house from working on a school project as she disappeared into the dark woods she tends to take home.

She knew wolfs were on patrol in the area so she didn’t think twice on her way into woods, she knew they wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

After all she did see them as family and knew they felt the same way as she gets told everyday.

As Y/N walked the wood something just didn’t feel right but she always took this way back home so what’s wrong now?

Was it that it was darker then when she would usually take the woods home? she just shrugged it off.

She was deep in her thoughts until she heard a stick break behind her which caused she to turn fast but to see nothing.

“maybe I’m just tired, that’s all” she said to herself not wanting to get scared of maybe a little animal in the night.

Just as she started to walk again she felt her mouth being covered and her small figure being dragged to be pushed into a tree.

She started to scream and kick as the strong figure starts to unbutton the shirt she took from Seth the night before.

“LET ME GO PLEASE!” she screamed and kicked with tears streaming down her face.

“Your a fighter, I like you” the man said in her ear harshly before throwing her down making her hit her head on a bolder hard.

She took her shaky hand and touched the top left corner of her head to only see blood on her hand.

She soon left her world turning and her vision blurring due to her being in shock.

Y/N struggled to back away from the man and keep conscience but all she heard was his sick words leave his mouth in a blur.

Almost as if she was being pulled into the deep end of a pool and couldn’t keep her head above water.

Only as she felt her button down come off completely and the chilly air hit her bare arms so when she blacked out.

-Wolf’s Pov-

“LET ME GO PLEASE!” Sam heard making his head shoot up to the direction of the voice he knew all to well.

Jared’s Wolf soon became visible from tree’s with Paul’s wolf next to him as they looked at their alpha for the next order’s.

‘was that Y/N?’

‘No shit’

‘Get to her, Now!’ Sam thought as him and his Beta’s ran to where they heard Y/n’s screams and cries for help only to find her unconscious with blood dripping down her face, no shirt and a older man standing over her.

Jared growled as the man started to unbutton Y/N’s pants, catching the man’s attention.

The man couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him, he didn’t know if it was the count of beer’s he had took back to back early or if it was reality.

3 wolfs... a Black one, a dark grey one, and a chocolate brown one.

All that stood over 6 foot looked at him like he were their next meal which he didn’t want to be.

‘He’s Human, I cant hurt him’ Paul thought as he inched closer to Y/N but keeping his eye’s on the man.

In all honesty if Sam wasn’t there and it was just him and Jared he wouldn’t have thought twice on attacking the man who dared hurt his little sister.

She was to good to have anything bad happen to her, she kind, giving, smart, funny. Everything about her gave the pack a little sister vibe.

Even before she knew about the imprint and wolfs, she would always walk up to Embry and Jared in school just to crack jokes and make them laugh so everybody wouldn’t think they were sum killer ‘gang’.

Jared and Sam soon started to chase the man off so that Paul could shift and take the small girl to Emily’s house.

As Paul pulled his short’s over his hip’s he made his way back to Y/N before gently taking her in his arm feeling her cold skin.

“I Gotcha smalls” he spoke as if she could hear him.

Paul Jogged all the way to Emily’s before walking into a worried Emily as he laid Y/n on the couch before looking to his own imprint, Rachel.

Soon enough, Jared and Sam came through the door with the rest of the pack long side them to find a puzzled Emily and Rachel , a quiet Paul, and a passed out y/n.

After awhile of silence Sam took this time to settle on what to do.

“Call Seth”

-Y/N Pov-

Y/N slowly gained conscience only to hear Seth’s voice screaming at the top of his lung’s.

She looked down to her clothes to find she’s in a jacket and and sweat’s, she slowly reaches to corner of her head where she felt pain shoot to only feel cloth.

She was now in a bed that was in Sam and Emily’s guest room.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LET HIM GO!” Seth screamed which made Y/N flinch, she as never seen Seth mad or even heard him yell in anger.

Seth was always happy or at least holding a smile even in a bad case he would be the one to bring a smile to her face.

Anyone’s at that matter...

“He was human you know the rules-”

“I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT ANY DAMN RULES WHEN IT COMES TO HER, WHAT IF IT WAS EMLY?” Seth responded to Sam.

Sam understood the young boys anger, he knew his skin felt like burning metal, Sam wanted to react the same way when they found Y/N shirtless in front of a sick intoxicated being but held it together.

“S-seth” Y/N finally spoke in a horse voice catching the angry boy and everyone’s attention almost instantly.

Seth walked to the Y/H/C girl’s side in 3 long strides before sitting in the chair next to the bed she was laying on.

“Hey Bean, you ok?” He said calling her by the nickname he gave her because he knows she didn’t and wouldn’t eat beans even if her pet goldfish’s life was on the line.

and she loved Goldie like a son.

“I'm fine but y-you have to calm down, he’ll get what’s coming for him one day” She said grabbing her lovers hand hoping he wouldn’t yell anymore because it made the headache she had 10 times worst.

This infuriated Seth, How could she be so calm and humble at a time like this? After what just happened to her? Even after that man left her for dead when three over man sized wolfs showed up?

What if it wasn’t the pack? What if it was that red head leach they have yet to catch? She would be dead.

And that’s all Seth could think about... She could have died... and he wasn’t there save her...

“calm down!? YOU WERE NEARLY RAPED AND I HAVE TO CALM DOWN!?!” he said shooting up from his seat next to her now towering over her.

She flinched as if his voice was like a hammer on her head that just kept on banging, as if it was the last thing she would hear before she passed out.

He saw affect he had on his imprint with his voice and it slapped him like his mom did when she told him to do the dishes but he had a smart come back.

Seth took his spot back next to Y/N and grabbed her hand again now calming him self.

“I’m sorry” he said put his head down while keeping hold of Y/N’s small hand.

“Im so sorry Bean, but what if they wouldn’t have got there in time- its my fault... I shouldn’t have let-”

“Hey... its not your fault, come here” she said opening her arms to the scared boy.

As Seth climbed in the arms of his lover gently so he wouldn’t cause any aches in her sore body, Emily gave everyone a look that said ‘give them time’ and everyone shifted to the living room.

Seth rested his head of Y/N chest before taking a deep breath, taking in her scent, a scent he would miss if he lost her.

He waited a few mins before speaking...

“I’m sorry for yelling” he said looking at her.

she just gently kissed his head and played with the hair’s on the back of his neck making him relax his tense body on her.

“I understand my love” she said closing her eyes as they lay there in silence, loving one another’s presents and letting the stress slip away.

Bonus

“you do know I’m going to make you apologize to Sam right” Y/N said with her eyes still closed.

Seth huffed playful before he spoke.

“Of course you are bean” he said before planting a soft kiss on her lips that she gladly returned.

“I love you”

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