#I want to go eat lunch instead I’m holed up in the same room I’ve been in for an hour

[quietly-collecting-spoons]

I think if drs are late to see you you should get a partial refund

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Part 15

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CW for sexual harassment and dissociation/derealization 

On Monday, Steve felt nervous but also more sure of himself than ever before. But in a way, after breaking down in front of the guys, Steve wasn’t completely sure how to act anymore. He was used to making himself scarce so they wouldn’t feel like he was too much. But that first day back, instead of just smiling their way and continuing on in the morning, he stopped by Grant’s locker where all, minus Eddie, were standing. They had smiled at him brightly and he felt stupid for missing out on this for so long.

 “Hey Steve, so what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Jeff questioned.

He couldn’t help but shrink into himself a little. “Uh, I don’t really celebrate. Not much of a feast when you eat alone.” He shrugged and tried to stay nonchalant about it.

Jeff tilted his head before nodding to himself, “Why don’t you join my family? I’ve got a huge family so honestly one more is nothing.” He said and Steve froze because he’s never really had this opportunity.

He could feel the desire to cry building up so he looked away from the group of guys, “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice.”

 An arm was thrown over his shoulder and he looked over to see Eddie who finally joined them. “Lucky man. Jeff’s gran makes the best pies,” Eddie grins and Steve can’t help but smile back. Hope was building every day with these people. He didn’t feel so lonely. He had thought this big break would’ve been lonely. But he’s already got a plan for one of the days.

 The bell rang and Eddie groaned, “I don’t wanna go to Mrs. Click’s. I’m 80% sure she hates me.” He whined and Steve laughed.

He wrapped his arm back around Eddie, “Come on. Stop being a big baby.” He decided, dragging Eddie off towards their shared class. Eddie groaned and tried to slow them but Steve easily overpowered him. Eddie didn’t stop complaining even as they reached the classroom.

 Steve ripped his bagel in half and handed one to Eddie. Eddie looked a little surprised but then he smiled. It made his dimples stand out and it was so dorky, but it made Steve smile right back. He sat in his spot next to Tammy Thompson who constantly checked him out and the girl behind him who drilled holes into the back of his head.

 Still, he was having a good day and it wasn’t slowing him down. During lunch, he actually sat down with the boys instead of just stopping by. And he was able to just joke around and have fun instead of hiding in the library or his car. He was slowly gaining his footing and it terrified him but also excited him. During the last class of the day, he had actually sat next to Eddie in class and Eddie had given him another of those big smiles that Steve was starting to think were perfect.

 Of course, he couldn’t just mess around with Eddie all class period though. He started on the math work as Eddie did the same. Steve seemed to lose track of his surroundings until Eddie groaned and slammed his head on the desk. Steve glanced over and noticed doodles on the worksheet but only the first couple of math problems were completed. Steve himself wasn’t great at math but it was easier than English. He didn’t have to worry about the numbers running all over the page like words would.

 “Do you want to work together?” He asked before he could stop himself. Eddie sat up so fast he would’ve toppled backward if Steve hadn't steadied his chair. “Jesus, calm down.” He huffed and took in Eddie’s shocked expression on his face. “What?”

Eddie blinked, “you want to work with me?”

Steve’s nose wrinkled at Eddie’s words. “What? I asked, didn’t I?”

Eddie's fingers tapped on the desk and the room was noisy, filled with students who didn’t care about actually working on their work. “Yeah, but… well- um, Steve this isn’t my first time taking this-”

Steve rolled his eyes, “so what?”

 It was like Eddie was shrinking back into himself. He looked small in a way Steve hadn’t noticed before. “I’m not going to be any help. I can’t focus for shit. I spend more time getting off task than working on my shit.” Eddie mutters and Steve hates how quiet he is.

He thinks of how Eddie had been open to Steve this past weekend. It makes the nonchalance tumble off his shoulders. “Eds, I just want to help. I’m not great at this shit but I think we might as well try to work to our strengths, right?” He offered and brought his paper over to him and tapped his pencil on Eddie’s paper. “We can try, right? I’ll keep you focused to the best of my abilities and you can try to make it make sense in my brain. Because your work on those two actually looks right and I have no clue what I’m doing.” He says quietly and Eddie blinks at him.

 Then he gets a determined look on his face and grabs his pen. Eddie’s thoughts were all over the place but he was still smarter than Steve could ever wish to be. He was able to explain the work like it was easy and while it helped Steve, he still struggled. Eddie stayed determined, like just the thought of helping Steve was able to keep him focused. But Steve still had to point Eddie back in the right direction a couple of times. It took a while but they were able to parse together the worksheet.

 While they were working, Steve noticed more than a few glances their way. Even the teacher seemed intrigued by them. He tried to ignore it. But he’s never been great at ignoring what others thought of him. It’s why he got to the top; it’s why he became King Steve. But he didn’t want to be a shallow asshole who only cared about everyone’s opinions. He wanted to be like Eddie, walking in his own skin and staying confident.

 Still, just because he wanted to stop being King Steve didn’t mean he could just stop caring. He shrunk into himself as they gossiped. “Do you think Harrington uses the freaks to look hotter?” One girl murmured to her friend; it made their friend laugh.

“I mean, why else would Steve Harrington be friends with Satan worshippers?” The one replied and Steve glanced over at Eddie who was chewing on the end of his pen. “Although rumor has it Nancy dumped him. So maybe he really is that much of a loser.”

 The first girl sighed as if it affected her personally. “Do you think people would still be jealous if I slept with him?”

“Probably everyone knows how good in bed he is.” She replied and Steve gripped his pencil tighter.

“Good, because I know a few of us want a taste before he graduates.” They giggled to themselves and Steve tried to ignore it. “You know everyone’s got a talent, he might not be special but he’s still got his looks and that tongue-”

 Steve jumped as Eddie kicked his desk hard enough that it tumbled to the ground in front of him with a bang. Everyone went quiet and he just shrugged, “Leg spasm.” He offered and Steve felt frozen in place as Eddie picked up his shit. The teacher didn’t even bother getting him in trouble, she just sighed and continued on with her day.

 Eddie calmly sat back down and acted like nothing happened. It made him so jealous. Eddie reached over and grabbed the collar of his vest to pull Steve over to whisper in his ear, “are you alright, sweetheart?”

Steve jerked like he was slapped and looked over at Eddie. “Uh, um, yeah?” He choked out and Eddie looked like he was trying to see straight into his soul. Steve couldn’t handle that. He stood up and handed in his worksheet before heading straight out of the classroom.

 He felt his hands shake and he could hear Eddie follow after him, but he couldn’t focus on that. “Stevie, Steve, slow down. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie blocked his path and Steve’s hands gripped Eddie’s leather jacket. Eddie bit his lip and gently touched Steve’s arm, guiding them into the bathroom. Steve easily followed him but kept his grip on Eddie. “I’m right here, okay? Those girls are just uh, dickheads?” Eddie stumbled over his words and Steve glanced up at him.

“They want dick and head, Eddie,” Steve said dumbly.

 Eddie nodded and then sighed. He looked a little lost and Steve knew he was blowing this out of proportion. “But… Steve, isn’t that kind of a compliment? Like they didn’t phrase it right but-”

Steve feels the words like a plate to the head and it takes everything inside of him to avoid breaking apart at the seams. He took the emotions that started to bubble up and shoved them down. So far, they slip from his grasp and everything around him quietens until all he can do is focus on Eddie.

 He feels like he's buzzing with energy but unable to flip the right switch so it goes to the right place. It makes his brain feel like it's speeding up until his movements aren't able to keep up. Before he wasn’t even the one moving himself anymore. He was too far away to do anything but watch himself. Like he was a passenger in his own body. Like his words weren’t his. Like he wasn’t himself.

 “Yeah, Eddie. I mean, I’m Steve Harrington. I’ve got a reputation for a reason. I just don’t see the point of sitting around listening to gossip.” He said and it came out smoothly like it was the truth. Too perfect and so wrong in ways he can't express. The world is blurred around the edges and he's not really sure what's happening.

 “I mean some of the shit they were saying was absolute shit and I get-” Eddie was still talking but Steve wasn’t in the conversation anymore. He wasn’t sure where he was. It was familiar to a concussion but also so far away from it that just left him lost.

Still, he laughed and playfully shoved Eddie. It made Steve realize that at some point he had stopped clutching onto Eddie. “Dude, it’s fine. Honestly, that doesn’t even bother me. It’s a compliment, right?” He asked and something in Eddie’s expression wasn’t right.

 “Steve, I…” He trailed off like he wasn’t sure what to say. Steve felt like shit as he took a step back from Eddie.

He knew he was grinning but he didn’t understand how. “Eddie,” He leaned in close and confident in ways Steve hadn’t been since being King Steve. “I know I’m a slut. I know the things they say. Just because I haven’t been sleeping around doesn’t mean shit. I know what I’m good at,” he states and Eddie looks hurt. But before Eddie can do anything the bell rings and Steve slips out of the bathroom. He goes straight home and doesn’t bother talking to anyone else.

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[undinegeist]

can’t tell if we’re taking this too far (3)

1 - 2

- xx - nikki - xx -

We’re sitting at our old booth; or my old booth, at least.

It’s the first time we’re all here together, properly eating something; Vince wanted to take the groupies back to our place, but I thought his girlfriend might kill me in my sleep, so I convinced him to ditch them for the night, despite knowing it’s not gonna last, judging by the hungry glances he’s giving Y/N…they make me uncomfortable, though I don’t mention it.

“What the fuck happened back there?” She raises an eyebrow at him, unbothered, clearly asking me from across the table, where she’s tucked into a corner next to Tommy.

“Some asshole spit on Vince’s pants…”

“Fuck, not the white ones?” She’s slightly more sympathetic when she looks at him…it stings. Useless.

“Yeah, the white ones. But it’s whatever…I’ll wipe it off in the morning and move it along.”

“I could take them back to my place if you want…Florence Nightingale has a way with the washing.”

“You live with Florence Nightingale?!” Tommy’s wide eyed, completely clueless.

I don’t know who laughs louder, me or her; Mick even smirks, which is a lot for him. Tommy’s still confused, Vince too coked out.

“Florence Nightingale lived in the 1800s, T-Bone.”

“That just means she’s a vampire.” That’s Mick with a straight face, though there goes the smirk again when we laugh.

“Can I see your neck?” Tommy’s dead serious.

She throws back her hair, humoring him, tossing me a smirk.

“She’s not eating you, then.”

“Only people I like get to eat me.”

“Then Nikki’s gonna dine on you by the end of the night.”

I try not to, but I know I’m going red; fucking Vince…I can barely look at her, so instead I focus on kicking him off the booth under the table…he’s so far gone, it’s way too easy, though of course I bang my ribs against the edge, and he laughs at me as he lies on his back on the floor.

Tommy and Y/N haul him back up, Mick refusing to move an inch, and when it’s over she’s next to me instead of Tommy, and I can’t tell if this is an improvement or the beginning of the end.

- xx - tommy - xx -

It’s the end of the night, and I’m half carrying Vince as we go down the Strip; it has to be at least 3am, though I’m way too fucking straight to be carrying a dude in his underwear past all the hot chicks I can’t make passes at ‘cause they’re laughing at his attempts to do the same.

Mick is MIA, Nikki went off with Y/N and Vince’s pants to the Vampire House…at least the waffles were good, plus Nikki’s getting laid.

- xx - nikki - xx -

“I’m surprised you haven’t told me to fuck off yet.”

“Because Vince the zombie thinks I like you?” She rolls her eyes so far out of her head, she could be having a seizure.

“Chicks have told me to fuck off over less than that.”

“I don’t really care…besides, he’s not wrong.”

“Hmmm.” That makes me nervous.

“Want to come up?”

“To eat you?”

She laughs. “Maybe, if Flo’s unavailable…nightly feedings go both ways.”

I laugh. “I can’t tell if we’re taking this too far or if it’s too much fun.”

“My take is both.”

She shoves open the door; we climb the stairs, three floors, all the way to the top…it’s surreal that a place like this could exist in the same spot as our messy little hole…plus, it does look like the kind of place a vampire would live.

“Can you believe I’ve never seen this place til today? Despite having walked up and down the strip a million times.”

“I’d never seen your little diner either, and I must have walked past it a million times too…blindness is fatal.”

I laugh, drop Vince’s pants on a coatrack just inside the door…it’s a small room, but there’s shit thrown everywhere, just like at our place…she’s not embarrassed, either, just shoves the clothes in the closet, making space on the bed.

I take off my shoes, sit back against the wall, reach for her stack of books. “Hmm. Naked Lunch?”

“Haven’t read it yet.”

“It’s shit.”

“Everything is.”

I laugh. “That’s optimistic.”

“But true.”

“Yeah…”

We go quiet, and I turn to look at her, really look at her; she’s doing the same, but our eyes don’t quite meet…almost by unspoken choice.

Her eyeliner is smudged, fainter, but also spreading down, making her eyes darker, messier, enticing…

I can still feel the pressure of her between my legs, fingers in my hair while she did my eyes, more careful than she had to be…like she cared to not break me.

She breaks or tightens the spell, slipping a strand of my hair behind my ear, fingers lingering down to my neck…a few minutes later, we’re sharing her bed, and then I’m gone, asleep faster than I usually get for not being high.

- xx - nikki - xx -

It’s early afternoon when we get out of bed, make our way to the Rainbow for the same old waffles; I’m relieved we didn’t fuck.

“Think Vince and Tommy made it home?”

I shrug. “We didn’t run into them in some gutter on the way over, so my money’s on yes.”

She smirks. “It’d be a shame for those pants to be orphaned; you could adopt them, though.”

“Vince would chase me in hell when I got there…plus, I’m not sure white’s my color.”

She watches me, biting her lip, making me nervous, even when she drops her eyes. “Yeah, you’re probably right. The dark stuff’s more you.”

“More you, too.” Though her hair’s more like Tommy’s, untamable and wild.

She only smirks, but then looks me over again, different from before…it makes me nervous, but I don’t look away.

“So, when’s your next gig?” That question goes against the look, but I don’t mind.

“I don’t know; Vinnie knows some people he thinks might let us have a shot at their places, but he won’t be up til at least three, judging by his state last night.”

“Couldn’t we ask around ourselves til then?”

“Maybe? I don’t usually do that…don’t make the best impression, they’ve all seen me fucked.”

“They haven’t seen me, though.”

- xx - nikki - xx -

So that’s what we end up doing…walking the entire Strip, scoping out places…the promising ones she goes into, hands over some of our sample mixtapes we had from Tommy plus our pitch, our phone number scrawled on every tape, which we did still at the diner, though mostly I just called it out as I did my own until she remembered, we split the rest of the tapes to finish faster.

“I’m never gonna forget your number as long as I live.” She wraps an arm around my waist as soon as we’re out of tapes.

“You gonna write it on your grave too?” I slip my arm around her shoulders.

“Probably, yeah. Just to spite my family.”

“I hope we live at least long enough to do that while we’re still alive.”

“Me too.” She slips her fingers in my pocket. “Where are we going now?”

“I think the guys are probably gonna hit the Strip, but I just wanna flop down somewhere with a book and tapes.”

“Want company?”

“Hell yeah.”

- xx - nikki - xx -

We end up in my room, which miraculously isn’t as much of a mess as I remembered; I’d be embarrassed about the rest of the house, but she barely spares it a second glance, more interested in the stuff written on the walls, the books and tapes all over the place…I don’t want to think she’s perfect, ‘cause that’s how things get broken.

We end up on my bed, unwashed sheets, but she doesn’t seem to notice that, either…she’s borrowed me her copy of On the Road, so I borrow her Junkie, which she says she’s never read.

That’s always exciting, indoctrinating someone new into my favorite things…always a bummer when it fails…though this time, I know it won’t.

[gucciwins]

it’s your birthday?

As luck would have it you once again find yourself in a breakout room with Harry

Word count: 3296

A/N: Hello friends, it’s a new semester and it felt only right to continue breakout room, a story that was well loved by you. The inspiration once again came to me during class and also because it’s Harry’s birthday. Thank you to the lovely @soullikestyles for reading this over. Here it is, enjoy!!!

I hope you love this, it is a continuation from Breakout Room 

Please shoot me a message of what you thought!!!!

i love you, take care xx 

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It's the start of a new semester. It's safe to say you did not make any friends last semester due to this ongoing pandemic, but what you did manage to get was a 3.9 G.P.A for the Fall semester. It was probably because you did not leave your apartment, and when you did, it was to go grocery shopping with your roommate, who would be dead without you because, as she liked to put it, you're the chef, and she's the taster. 

Well, you maybe did make one friend. 

Harry Styles.

He was the person to talk to you during a zoom breakout room in your women's gender studies course.

Sure, you were never in the same room again, but you might or might not have pinned his face during one of the professor's long ramblings that is no longer related to the course. 

He was pretty to look at; you would never deny that. 

No, with the floppy curls that he almost always seemed to run his hand through, then stopping when one of his rings got caught in a knotted ringlet. His camera would instantly turn off, and in thirty seconds, he was back as if nothing had happened. The glasses framed his face just right, making his eyes look soft and inviting. Also made his dimples stand out. He almost always wore a different colored cardigan. Your favorite from the semester was when he wore a multicolored cardigan. That looks like it was knitted; there was a hole by his heart. Honestly, you were hoping he had, would have made him even more endearing. 

Also, might one day ask him to make you one, or he could even teach you. You're a fast learner and have patience. 

He's got a great choice in clothing from what you was able to observe in such a short time—also a lovely personality. 

After his initial email, you decided to answer, thus creating a chain of messages back and forth. He was honestly funny, and that was just on paper. He had asked for her number and said no, and he respected that. It doesn't mean they never helped each other in the class; Harry asking for more help than Y/N. She sent him over her notes and explained the readings he found harder to grasp. 

As soon as finals week hit, she received her last email from him with the subject as Goodbye. It took you by surprise, and you erased the draft you had waiting for him that had your phone number wanting to keep talking to him. Still, clearly, he thought of them as just classmates for the semester, so without even opening his last email, you trashed it. 

You felt guilty about it, so you then transferred it to your archives, where it sits with other unwanted emails. 

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The holidays are over, and since you could not make the trip home, you celebrated with Amy, your roommate. You both help each other buy your family's presents, looking for the best discounts and adding extra items to get the free shipping. Together, well, mostly you as she handed you pieces of tape you wrapped present after present in brown wrapping paper. It was harder to tear and more comfortable to decorate in any way you wanted. On each box, it had everyone's name written in beautiful handwriting, courtesy of you. Then you would add snowflakes or stripes to make it stand out. 

It was a success from their looks when each gift was open through the zoom call. 

The month break flew by, and the next thing you knew, it was time to be back at your desk for hours of learning. It was fun until it wasn't sure there was a lot to look forward to, but you would miss sleeping all day and eating snacks in bed with no fear of forgetting to submit an assignment. 

This semester you had four major courses. Psychology of Personality and Psychology of Aging were the two courses you were most looking forward to. You decided on taking the women's gender studies class called Politics of Sexuality. You had gotten the recommendation from the department's head to take it and did so without a second thought. Yes, fifteen units was a lot, but you were close to graduating, and you knew you could handle it. 

The first week flew by because it was merely going over the syllabus. You had your camera on, but you did not bother to look at your other classmates. Sasha, a fellow person in your major, would be your study partner as she had been all semester. Sasha might not always be in the class section, but she did take the same professors and courses. It makes studying and taking notes easier. You know you won't always have Sasha, but having a study partner has ever made you do better. 

February 1st. The start of the second week of the semester. 

You woke up at seven, got the tea that Amy had ready for you, and were sitting at your desk by eight. Your professor droned on about the first chapter of the book. You felt confident knowing you understood the significant points. 

It's 11:30, and your second course of the day is going to start. You were not looking forward to the class simply because Dr. Rossi had warned you he would be putting you into breakout rooms of two. That person would be your partner for the semester. You had a project due at the end of the semester, and he wanted you to be acquainted with someone rather than having a person working alone. 

You sat there, Baby Yoda ceramic mug in hand, as you waited for your breakout room to load and to see who you were destined to work with for the next fourteen weeks. 

There was a knock on your door that distracted you from seeing the video of someone else load. 

"Sorry, I know you're in class, but I was wondering when lunch was to see how big of a snack I should have." Amy shoots you a small smile. 

"No worries, Ames, I'm out at 12:45 and will need half an hour to cook, so roughly 1:30. Is that okay?" You tell her feeling a little awful, making her wait. 

"It's perfect. Have a good class." Amy shuts the door.

As you hear the click, you turn back to your computer, and they're staring at you in a lavender cardigan with a white shirt underneath is the one and only Harry Styles.  

His curls are shorter, meaning he recently got a haircut, and they are just growing back. You wished he had let it grow out, wanting to see how much more ruly they would have gotten.

You feel your face heat up, remembering you did not do your hair, instead of letting it sit messily in a low ponytail, small hair framing your hair. You were sure the black sweatshirt you had one had a hummus stain but too afraid to look down to check. You weren't even aware he was in this class; it shows you should be paying attention more to your classmates. 

He shoots you a small smile, and you grimace, trying to force one out, but you're still a bit shocked. 

You see his microphone go white, meaning he was about to speak. You leaned forward in anticipation, a bit desperate to hear his smooth accent through your computer speakers. 

"Hello, it's been a while." Harry raises his glasses to hold back his hair. 

You reach forward and unmute yourself. "Hello, Harry. It has been a while. It's a new year and everything." You joke. 

He chuckles, scratching his chin. You aren't sure what to do; it was never this awkward the first time you chatted. 

"Guess we're partners, huh." 

"Apparently." You sigh, a bit loud, forgetting he can hear you. 

"Ouch, don't need to sound too excited." He tells you not at all hiding his frown. 

"No, I didn't." You stop not knowing how to go back from that. "Sorry, that was rude of me." 

He nods, not saying anything more, and you take it as a sign to continue. 

"I-i, well, after our last class ended, I figured that was that. You said goodbye in the last email, so I figured that was the end of our friendship, if you can even call it that." 

"I thought my email would give the opposite impression, but not everything can translate as smoothly when talking." He tells you, which causes you to pause. 

"Your email literally said goodbye," You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

He hides his smile, "My subject said goodbye, the content said quite the opposite. You did read it, right?" 

You duck your head, not allowing yourself to meet his eye even through a computer screen, too embarrassed to be caught. "Well, no, I didn't. Hurt my feelings, just seeing the goodbye." You look up and see his eyes soften, giving you just a bit more courage to continue. "I've always struggled to make friends, I have like three good friends, and it's hard putting myself out there, and I didn't actually if you considered me a friend or not." 

"Y/N" He breathes out your name.

You stop him before he can continue. "Do you mind if I read it now?" 

Harry shakes his head. 

You restore down the zoom and open up your Gmail on the split-screen. You find it reasonably quickly; you look up at him to see him patiently sitting back chipping at his nails. They are a pastel yellow; it makes you smile, knowing just yesterday you went from that color to a deep red. 

hstyles@gmail.com 

Subject: Goodbye 

Y/N, 

It's been enjoyable emailing back and forth. I honestly would not have passed this class without you. I think you are brilliant and if I had you in every course, I would finish with A's in them all. So, thank you for having the patience to teach me. 

Also, thank you for being my friend. I know we mostly talked about school work. Still, you did help me decide on what coat to buy for my sister, so I know that makes us friends, and I did help you get that switch for your little brother. (That was like trying to buy floor tickets for Lady Gaga.)

On another note, after emailing for twelve weeks, I was wondering if I could have your number. I would like the chance to give you a call and formally ask you on a date. I know we're in the middle of a pandemic, and dating is hard, but we can do zoom dates before we try in person. 

I understand if it's a no, but I am really grateful to have met you.

Your friend (although I do want to try to be more)

Harry Styles 

City Pointe Apt 32 (in case you want to send a care package, I would gladly return the favor)

"Oh, Harry," You inhale, "I'm so sorry." 

"No worries." He shrugs. 

You pause, thinking your next words. "I live in Rose Villa." Those were not the words you wanted to say, but you don't take it back. 

"That's across the street from my building." He gasps. "We could have run into each other." 

You nod. "Small world." 

Harry brings his focus back to something you skipped over. "I realize you didn't mention the part of asking you on a date." 

"Oh, I figured you over that now. It's been well over a month since I ignored your email." You grimace, starting to feel awful about it all over again. 

"I guess it was email abandonment this time." He jokes.

You laugh, and it gets Harry laughing as well. He was always good at that, making you laugh and not be so serious even if he didn't know it. 

"Y/N," Harry's voice was strong, no signs of laughter in his trace. You lock eyes as best you can through a computer screen. "I would still very much like to take you on a date."

A date with Harry. 

You want to say yes, but it's like you're frozen. 

"Can I say something else before you give me an answer?" You nod, waiting for him to go on. "Sarah Jones, do you know her?" 

Sarah Jones, you rack your brain trying to place her. 

The theater composer. She's written original tracks for the theatre department for the original plays they've done and remakes. She's won countless awards.

Sarah even won the talent show. Played a killer drum solo that no one else could ever think of topping. 

If you're honest, she's the definition of your girl crush. 

"We follow each other on social media. We met at a paint night; she was really easy to talk to." You tell him, remembering how sweet she was to you when she saw you walk in, and just as you were about to walk out, she introduced herself to you, asking to sit with you. 

He nods. "Sarah is my roommate's girlfriend. Mitch and Sarah practically live together; he's so in love with her it truly is the sweetest thing. Back to the point, she overheard me talking about you to Mitch and spoke how she knew you. Then I proceeded to stalk your Instagram on her account. I hope that's not weird." 

You laugh, and it causes Harry to calm down, "Not weird at all. I would have done the same thing, but as you can see, I rarely upload anything." 

"Well, the things you do have, I think, are wonderful." He rambles on explaining how your beach photo on a bike with a pretty pink basket was one of his favorites and how cute you look wearing sweaters. 

As endearing as Harry was being, you decided to put him out of his misery. "Harry," you interrupt. 

"Yes." 

"I'd love to go on a date with you." 

"You would?" He gasps in surprise. 

"Yes." 

"That's fantastic. I think this is the best birthday gift I could have received." He tells you, but you're stuck on the last thing he said. 

"It's your birthday?" 

Harry smiles sheepishly. "Yes." 

"Happy Birthday, Harry." You tell him softly, a big smile on your face.

A blush overtakes his face; you can tell he wishes to cover up his face with hands but holds back from doing so. "Thank you." 

"Do you have any plans?" 

"No, well. Mitch and Sarah are coming over for lunch in a bit. Then they are off to study at Sarah's for the week. Her roommates are gone for the week." 

You frown, not liking that he'll spend the rest of his birthday alone. 

"Would you-never mind" You stop yourself from being able to invite yourself over to celebrate with him?

"Hey, it's okay. Whatever you wanted to say, I wouldn't judge you, love." His voice was soft and reassuring. 

"Well, I'd love to come over and hang out with you if that's okay. I can make us dinner, I make delicious enchiladas. Also, my carrot cake is to die for." 

Harry is surprised at her offer but nods his head quickly. "That sounds wonderful, but you don't have to cook for me. We can order takeout."

She shakes her head. "Consider it my gift to you." 

"Well, okay. Is six okay for you?" He bites his lip, not believing this is happening.

"Perfect." 

You sit there smiling at each other. 

When a message pops up overhead, "You have five minutes left before we join back as a group."

Your eyes go wide, having forgotten you were in class. "We didn't even discuss the assignment." 

Harry shakes his head in laughter, a smile spreads over your face. He has an adorable laugh that just rings through your ears, and you can't wait to hear it in person. 

"We've got time, now that it seems we'll be getting to know each other better." 

You relax, settling a bit, you have weeks before the assignment is due.

"I'll email you my number, love. Easier to communicate for later."

"Sounds great." You respond. 

_____

It's five-fifty, and you're standing outside his door. You're more than a little nervous. You're wearing high waisted jeans paired with a black off the shoulder top with floral embroidered sleeves. You decided against a sweater knowing the short walk would keep you warm enough. Your mask is red, with three small hearts stitched on the lower right side. Perfect for February. 

You shift the items in your hand to the right and lift your hand up to knock. After three gentle knocks, you hear footsteps and take a step back. 

"Hi," Harry breathes out, a big smile on his face.

"Hello, Harry, happy birthday." 

"Thank you." He smiles wide, blessing you with his dimples. Definitely look better in person. "Please come in." He grabs some of the items from your hand and allows you to step in before locking the door behind you. 

"Your mask is lovely. Did you make it?" 

"I did!" You share excitedly. "My roommate, Amy, and I spent lots of our free time making a different kind. We took old shirts we no longer wanted and used for the material. It was a lot of trial and error, but we're pretty solid at it now. My embroidery could use some work, but I think it's lovely. 

"It really is. Would you make me one?" He asks, staring at you as you pocket your mask. No longer needing it in his home. 

"Yes, I'll send you pictures of the fabric I have, or you could come over, and I can teach you as well." You tell him, excited at the prospect. 

"Sounds like a wonderful date." You nod, feeling your body get warm at the word date because today could also classify as a date. 

Harry knocks you out of your head when calling your name. "Turned the oven on like you requested." He informs you. 

"Thank you, my mom showed me how to make them, but I learned about the melted cheese on my own. She wasn't a big fan of it, but everyone else I know loves it, so I hope you will as well." 

Harry grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. "I'm sure it's wonderful." He bumps your shoulder gently. "Go finish up; I'll set the table." 

He pushes you into the kitchen, and you go in and place your stuff. Harry is whistling, settling down on the table two glasses and two forks when you turn back around towards him. 

Harry turns around just in time for you to wrap your hands around his waist. You fit perfectly in his arms, taking in his musky scent. "Happy birthday, Harry." You whisper against his chest.

He squeezes you tighter, leaning his head on top of yours. "Thank you, love." 

He pulls back, holding you by your shoulders. A big smile on his face, you reciprocate it feeling his happiness warm your heart. 

"Run along now; I'm starving." He jokes.

You walk backward, creating distance; as his left-hand trails down your right hand slowly until he's touching your fingertips, do you pull away. Although you, more than anything, wanted to hold his hand. You want to feel the weight of it in yours; you want to know if his hands are soft or calloused. How cool his rings will feel against your palm. All in due time. 

"I'm happy to be here." 

"Me too, love. Me too." 

It's safe to say you were more than luckily going to have yourself a valentine for the first time in a long time. 

[mymommykinkismywholepersonality]

Sub! Yandere punishing his love

<Please take note I've never had interest in writing I just had this idea so I apologize if it sucks 😔😂>

Warning!!! Rape! And reader beats the yandere! Please don't read if those subjects make you uncomfortable <3

You could do whatever you wanted to him.

Yell at him.

Call him names.

Slap him, choke him, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ until his skin had changed from a neutral tan to blue and purple. He would take it like a good boy should. I mean he knew the adjustment was hard on you and its not like he would delude himself into thinking he was worthy of you. Maybe that's why it ended up this way, because you seemed untouchable to him. But he needed you, so so ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ . He couldn't bare being without you.

"Y/n-"

"Don't call me that you waste of space" you growled, interrupting his plea.

"Right, Mistress. You can't keep doing this, I know you don't want to be here but I promise I can be a good servant! I can take care of you and please you, let me prove it!"

Getting on his knees he kissed the ground where you had stood not a moment before, never making eye contact per your instructions.

"I don't want you, I don't need you, and I sure as hell know a psychotic shit like you could never please me! I'll escape and when I do, you'll finally get your wish of being handcuffed but it won't be by me!"

Enunciating every word by grabbing his leash and yanking on it hoping it'd choke him out. But you didn't bother this time, knowing the crazy man before you adored any markings caused by you. The room was silent, even if it was underground with walls of concrete usually your captor would be crying by this time. You'd attempted to escape before and you had almost achieved your goal this time, it struck paralyzing fear into him. He didn't want to but he knew he had to come up with a consequence for you. Something to discourage you from running away.

You watched with uneasiness as his brown eyes squinted in concentration. Even though he had never laid a hand on you before, other than abducting you and dragging you back into captivity, you didn't trust him, obviously. Maybe he'd finally snapped and would kill you, the thought made your heart fill with a twisted hope of freedom. Without a word he crawled to the door and left you without his usual lecture so you lied on your bed and screamed into your pillow wishing the nightmare would end. Little did you know, it was just the beginning.

A few hours after he didn't bring you dinner, thinking he was trying to punish you, you fell asleep. To escape from your unfortunate predicament or to gain strength for your next escape strategy you didn't know. But when you woke up, you noticed the time on the clock was far earlier than when your internal alarm would usually wake you. You tried to sit up to see what had woken you up, well you knew what but you wanted to know why, only to find your hands chained to the bed by heavily padded cuffs. Anger coursed through your body until you realized your legs were chained and spread as well. That anger turned into fear at what he might be planning. In the beginning he usually kept your arms shackled in some form or another but never your legs.

"Oh Mistress! You're awake!" Snapping your head in the direction of his voice your face flushed with embarrassment then paled from the sight before you. He was just standing there. Cock in hand as he secured a ring around the base, preventing it from getting any harder than it already was. You felt like there was a boulder on top of you. Then pure rage took over.

"Don't you dare even think about putting that disgusting thing inside me!" You screamed at him, only to be met with a laugh infuriating and confusing you more.

"I would never do such a thing Mistress! Not unless you commanded me to of course. I know you may be mad right now but I'm gonna prove myself ok? I'm gonna make you feel so good, I'll be useful to you I swear! So just relax. Let me please you the way you deserve."

Sliding on the end of the bed your heart sped up when he brought out a knife.

"W-what are you doing?!" Instead of answering you he simply put his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion, carefully cutting off your pants. When you realized what he was going for you started shaking wildly in a desperate attempt to free yourself.

"No! Stop! You can't!" Your cries fell on deaf ears as he focused on removing your underwear without cutting you in the process.

His moment of triumph was your moment of doom. Without wasting any time he brought his face in between your legs. Experimentally he pushed his tongue in between your folds, vibrating your core with a moan. He knew the only satisfaction he should be getting was from bringing you pleasure but he found it impossible not to enjoy himself. On one hand he knew he was disobeying you and the guilt was eating at him, but you tasted better than anything he could recall! And he needed to show you he was capable. With that in mind he pointed his tongue to go further inside you and inhaled your scent.

You were making many different noises, some gasps for air, pleas for him to stop, until he angled his face just right. When his nose rubbed on a small bead at the top of your pussy, the noise you made was undeniably angelic to him. Knowing the treasure he'd found he brought his mouth up as he gave a gentle suck to the pearl.

"N-not there! Please!" at this point your fear had overcome your anger. You had screwed your eyes shut until you felt his warm mouth leave your clit, finding him crawling up to you. As he hovered over you, your anger returned but you couldn't stop the frustrated tears.

"You're so beautiful when you cry."

He stated lovingly, leaning down he starts to lick the tears off your cheeks, muttering something about not letting them got waste.

"Please stop, you've proven yourself, you're useful whatever! You don't have to let me go please just stop." You struggled to hold eye contact, his gaze being so intense.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I love you so much" you felt a moment of relief as he peppered your face with gentle kisses until he started to speak in between them "But I won't stop. Not until I make you cum."

More sobs racked through your body meanwhile he positioned his face near your heat again. This time he was relentless, licking and sucking on your most sensitive nerve, simultaneously scissoring you open with his slender fingers. You jolted when he found your g-spot, giving him all the instructions he needed. Eventually after what felt like years to you but seconds to him, your thighs spasmed. Quickly he replaced his fingers with an open mouth, tongue lolled out expectantly for your orgasm. He gently rubbed your clit until your legs had stopped shaking.

"S-stop! You said you'd stop! I did it! I came!" Babbling out your exhausted protests you could barely hear his response, still nestled in your opening.

"Can't waste! Gotta clean it all up, gonna clean Mistress up!"

Another ten minutes passed until he felt confident none of your pleasure juice had gone to waste he finally pulled away. Soon he unlocked you and braced himself, expecting you to hit him but to his dismay you just curled yourself in the corner of the bed.

"I'll replace your clothing Mistress, I'll even let you pick them out! Whatever you like is yours." He said kneeling at your side, smiling as though he'd won the lottery and hadn't just defiled you.

It took a good moment before you could speak and even then it wasn't audible to him who was barely a foot away.

"What Mistress?" he asked, eager to follow your command once again.

Without warning you began screaming at him, "Get out! Get out! Get out!" You started swinging at his face and when he fell back you tried to get off the bed to continue your attack but failed miserably still being sore. Only then did his expression change from lust to worry. Quickly he dove to your side and tried to help you up only for you to push him with all your might away.

"Mistress don't strain yourself, let me help!"

Struggling onto the bed you continued to shout at him until he started to leave. Hand on the knob, he turned to look at you but you were already boring holes into his head.

"I left dinner on your desk, please make sure to eat Mistress."

And with that he was gone, but you knew he'd be back. Eventually you regained the strength back into your legs and walked over to the desk littered with crayons. You quickly bunched up the note he always left on your meals and discarded it. Sitting, contemplating whether or not you should eat, when your stomach decided to speak up for you. You'd missed lunch due to your "break out" but at the same time you knew how genuinely distressed he'd get when you refused to eat. After mulling it over, you decided to listen to your body. After all, you were the only one you could rely on. Opening up the container you found your favorite meal. As you ate you wondered if this was his sick form of apologizing but it didn't matter. You couldn't give up.

<I don't know if this is good so feel free to leave a comment or whatever! 😬💞>

[tinawriting]

Lack of attention (F.W)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: Yes/No

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Summary: Y/n finds herself feeling a little insecure because her boyfriend Fred is not giving her attention, so she tries a way to catch his eye.

Warnings: swearing, insecurities?, not proofread, my english

Word count: 1.2k

She was reading a book sitting on an arm chair in the Gryffindor common room waiting for her boyfriend to show up, the morning sun hitting the pages just the right way. She got so got up in the word before her eyes that she felt the whole common room disappeared, only getting out of her dazed state when she heard loud muffled laughter coming from staircase leading to the boy’s dormitories.

She watched as Lee Jordan, George Weasley and her favourite person at Hogwarts, Fred Weasley descended the stairs, closing her book and leaving it on her lap, she straightened herself and waited, but Fred only casted a glance her way and a quick wink and kept walking in direction of the portrait hole. Groaning Internally at not even having a good morning kiss, she picked her book back and continued reading.

At breakfast and through the few classes they shared, she snook little glances at him just to see if he would see her too, but nothing. She would even throw small pieces por parchment with notes on them at his head and the only thing she got was a smirk and that mischievous glint in his eyes that normally would have made her swoon, but today she just wanted to get up from her chair, walk up to him and scream at his face what the hell was wrong with him. He was normally so clingy with her! Walking her to all her classes and he wouldn’t even let her in without a peck of what he called ‘good luck and success in life’.

After her classes, she jogged a little to catch up with Angelina when she saw her talking to a girl in the corridor. She grabbed her by the arm and apologised to the girl before pulling her friend away. “I need to talk to you,” she whispered in the taller girl ear. “Fuck Y/n, I was about to get her to go out with me, is it so important?” She huffed with annoyance, what made Y/n feel guilty for ruining her friend’s opportunity just because she had a problem. “I’m really really sorry Angie, it’s really not that urgent, you can go back and keep-” she didn’t get to finish because Angelina cut her off waving a hand. “Y/n is fine I was just messing with you, we already planed a date,” she said with a winning smile. “Thank Merlin. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think,” Y/n said with a sigh of relief.

Entering the Great Hall and sitting down to eat lunch she started talking. “Alright, it’s Fred, I don’t know what’s happening, I mean, I know our relationship it’s pretty new. But we’ve been dancing around each other for so much time it’s feels like we’ve been dating forever and I don’t know what to do,” she said watching with expecting wide eyes at her friend across the table with an unreadable expression on her face, slowly, a smirk appeared on her face. “I get that, I really do, but are you going to tell me your problem?” She said, still smirking. Realising that she, in fact, hadn’t said the actual problem, felt her cheeks go warm and saw the smirk on Angelina’s go wider. “Alright, so, Fred isn’t giving me any attention compared to every other day we’ve been together, and now that I’m saying this I’m realising how needy I sound,” she finished with her cheeks warmest than ever and her voice a lot smaller.

After she let her head down and looked at her lap, she felt a hand pat hers on the table, when she looked up, the smirk was gone and in its place there was a soft smile. “You do not sound needy, Y/n. You just want to be with your boyfriend, that’s normal. Now,” well the smirk was back, “if you want my opinion, you should give him a little something to get his attention,” she said casting a glance not-so-subtle to where Y/n’s breasts where. “Boys love it,” she finished. “What would you know?” Y/n said matching her smirk. “Well, I love it, that should count.” Both laughed and Y/n felt somehow much better.

The universe must have her back, because the day was unusually warm, so she could put this off without a problem. Looking in her closet she found a pair of jeans, a pretty black tank top and a black bra. Getting out of her uniform she changed in her new outfit and looked at herself in the mirror, she accommodated her breasts on her bra and after she was satisfied with her look she got out of her room, not after being complimented on all of her roommates.

Descending the stair leading her common room and getting out of it. She caught a sight of her boyfriend leaning against a corridor wall, his head thrown back when he laughed probably because of a joke told by either George or Lee. She walked past them not without catching his eye and sending him a wink.

She continued walking not really sure where she was headed, maybe she could just go to the kitchen and grab a snack? Maybe she could...

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a hand grabbing her arm and yanking her inside of a really obscure room, probably a broom closet, she didn’t get to get used to the darkness because when the door closed behind her she felt herself being pressed against her. With her heart pounding wildly, she let the smell that she knew to well wash over her, and she thanked the darkness that surrounded them both when she felt lips against her neck because she was sure her face was as red as the boy kissing her skin.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said running his hands over her waist and the small of her back. “Yeah? Didn’t seem like it,” she replied and regretted it immediately, she was finally getting what she wanted! Why did she have to ruin it? He lifted his head from her neck and she felt his big hand cradling her face. “George and Lee told me that I couldn’t hold back from being behind you like a lovesick puppy for a whole day and... I told them that I absolutely could, and I absolutely can’t,” he chuckled. “But I’m really sorry if I made you feel bad, princess. And now that I’m saying this out loud it’s sounds way more stupid that when we discussed it this morning.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she said with a soft smile. Lifting her hand she touched his chest and made her hand go up, grasping a fist of his hair she pulled him down so that his lips would crash against hers. He pulled her so close that their chests were pressed together and Y/n was sure that their hearts were beating at the same rhythm. When he push her more against the door she pulled his hair a little harder, what made him groan. Seeing her opportunity, Y/n deepened the kiss.

“Why don’t we go to my dorm and cuddle, and maybe, you know, snog a little more?” He said after pulling away with what she knew was a smirk and that mischievous glint in his eyes that she now would have liked to see. “Yeah, let’s do that,” she said a little more breathlessly that she would’ve liked. He, instead of making fun of her, grabbed her hand and led her to the Gryffindor common room.

[angryschnauzer]

Jingle My Bells

Summary: Continuing my AU Rugby Teacher theme that was so brilliantly plot bunny’d by @feelmyroarrrr​, Henry finds himself bored at home having been put onto quarantine due to cases at the school he teaches at. With his school shutting early for the holidays, when his wife needs help at her school, she calls in his assistance for some festive fun... with some after hours fun for themselves too.

Pairing: AU Rugby Teacher Henry Cavill x Teacher Wife

Warnings: Bad Puns, NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Public/Risky Sex Workplace Sex, Henry dressed as Santa Claus (yes thats a warning in itself).

Gif by @littlefreya​ and used with her kind permission.

Previous Rugby Teacher Henry Ficlet.

Masterlist on AO3, and old fics can be found at @angryschnauzerwrites​. I don’t run a tag list.

Jingle My Bells

Henry was bored. Two weeks of quarantine after another faculty member had tested positive had meant he'd been confined to the house 24/7. Just as his test results had come back negative and his return to work for the last week of term had been scheduled, the high school had been notified that two students had come in contact with confirmed cases, so to cut their losses the board of governors had simply implemented end of term a week early.

And sure, Henry had done what he could to help keep himself busy; online gaming, World of Warcraft, hell; he'd even helped you mark homework for your primary school class. He cooked dinner for you so it was ready the moment you arrived home, and the house was the cleanest it'd ever been, but without you home with him he was just… bored.

"Just one more day, then its the end of term" you'd reassured him as you'd kissed him goodbye that morning, and he'd pulled you into his arms;

"Will you wear the elf outfit home tonight?"

"Oh, does someone have an elf kink?" You'd grinned and raised an eyebrow.

Henry lifted his hand to the little bells that were attached to your green knit dress;

"I kinda want to find out how i can make these jingle… i have some ideas…"

"Well you can fill my stockings after work, but i've got to go or i'll be late…" you pressed a kiss to his cheek; "Got to set up the area for Santa" 

With a groan your husband released you;

"Fine, but i want you to sit on my lap later"

-

Henry was standing at the fridge contemplating whether eating Babybell cheeses wrapped in Parma ham sandwiched between two slices of toast counted as lunch when his phone rang. Seeing your school's number on the display he was half curious and half worried, but visibly relaxed when he heard your voice;

"Hennn…." You purred

"Oh god… you only use that voice when you want something i won't like…"

"Are you free this afternoon?"

He sighed over dramatically;

"What do you need?"

"We need a Santa. The guy we booked was someone's grandad but he's been on the sherry and we had to send him home because he was slurring his speech and referred to the kids as 'crotch gobins'"

Henry let out a snort of laughter;

"I've met your class… some of them are…"

"Nevertheless… could you stand in? We've got the suit, and you've been quarantining for 3 weeks so are safe… pleeease…"

"Hmmmmnn"

"Hennn, please… i've got a thirty kids that still believe…"

Henry sighed;

"Okay… i'll be there in ten minutes"

“You’ll need to walk…there’s no space left in the staff car park”

He sighed;

“Okay, make it thirty minutes”

-

If there was an award for best/worst performance as Santa, Henry would have got it hands down. Putting on his best pantomime Brian Blessed voice, he'd Ho Ho Ho'd his way through the three youngest classes of wide eyed Little Ones that had thoroughly loved meeting Santa. When it had come to the older kids in the Junior years, generally 8 years old and above, he'd taken a different tactic, instead filing them out to the playground and if they could score a hoop through the Netball net, he'd deem them nice rather than naughty.

By the time hometime rolled around every single child had a smile on their face, excitedly rushing out to their parents waiting at the gate, pointing out Santa to their younger siblings sat in Pushchairs and Prams.

When you’d finally waved everyone off you made your way back to your classroom, the security door alert sounding as you entered the corridor, the hallways quiet where your colleagues had already packed up their stuff and left for the day. Henry trailed behind you, chattering away about what the kids had told him, shedding himself of the fake Santa beard and the scratchy jacket, leaving him wearing the hat, his plain black t-shirt, and the Santa trousers and boots. He flopped down into your chair as you busied yourself around the classroom, his feet up on your desk. 

Moving around him you stacked papers ready to be archived when he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you onto his lap;

“Come and sit on Santa’s knee”

Abandoning the papers you laughed as you settled on your husband's lap, turning to kiss him and the little bells on your dress jingled as you moved. The kiss went from chaste to needy in a matter of seconds, and you could feel Henry harden beneath your ass as you wriggled on his lap. His hand groped at your breasts through your dress as his lips started a trail along your chin and down your neck;

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You wriggled on your lap;

“Oh I've been Naughty…”

Suddenly you were spinning as Henry fluidly moved to his feet, pushing you over your desk and stood behind you;

“Well i guess i’d better do something about that then” he pulled your dress up with a jingle of the bells attached and smoothed his hands over your ass, the green and white stripes of your tights framing your buttocks. With strong fingers he grasped the thin fabric and tugged, ripping a hole in them and letting out an appreciative grunt when he found you wearing a lace thong;

“You’ve been parading around in that little dress with this poor excuse for underwear beneath all day? You really have been a naughty girl” he purred in your ear as his fingers tugged the elastic aside.

You tried to move away, painfully aware of your location;

“Hen! We’re at school!”

“Shhh… the door alarm to the hallway will sound if anyone comes… so how about i make you cum before that happens, eh?”

His fingers had found your clit as he’d pushed his thumb into your velvet channel, and any further arguments were lost on your tongue as you sighed in pleasure;

“Hen, make it quick… the cleaners will be doing their rounds soon”

Looking over your shoulder you watched as Henry quickly shoved the Santa trousers and boxers down, his thick and meaty dick springing free where he was already rock hard and dripping with need;

“I’m gonna jingle your bells darling…” he positioned himself and quickly thrust in, making you gasp at the sudden stretch of it; “Gonna fill your stockings…”

“Tights” you corrected

“Same fucking thing” he grunted as he started to pound into you, the rhythmic thud of his efforts topped off with the delicate jingling of the bells on your dress. His hands moved and grabbed at your breasts, his breath hot and heavy against your ear as he filled you hard and fast from behind; “Want me to come down your chimney tonight?”

Grinning you turned your head;

“How about we save that for when we’re at home…?”

Henry paused, his eyes going wide when he realised you were agreeing to the one thing in your sex life you hadn’t tried yet, even after being married for a number of years and him dropping numerous hints;

“Really?”

“Well, i know you didn’t put it on your Christmas list but if a elf is gonna be naughty she might as well be naughty all the way…” you winked at him; “But you gotta hurry up now…”

With a grunt of determination he started to pound into you, one hand moving down your stomach and pushing between your legs, rubbing at your clit as he did his best to quickly bring you both to orgasm. Your moans started to get louder, and he clamped his other hand over your mouth as he started to feel you cuming, your body shaking and the loud thuds of his thrusts filling the room as your desk squeaked on the linoleum floor. With a grunt he thrust in deep and at the height of your orgasm you felt him flooding your womb with rope of his creamy seed, his massive hands pulling you to his chest as he buried his face in your neck whilst your cunt milked the last of his cum from his body. 

Breathless and glowing, you rested your head on Henry’s shoulder, your chest heaving before he carefully pulled out of you, pulling your underwear back into place as he tucked himself back into his boxers and Santa trousers. As you shimmied your dress back down you heard the thrumming of the floor polisher along the corridor, your eyes going wide before Henry turned you and rested his hands on your shoulders;

“C’mon, lets get home”

Taking a deep breath you smiled;

“Help be grab the last few bits then we can go”

Five minutes later you were stepping out of your classroom, Henry holding the large box of things you wanted to bring home for the holidays including your peace lily, pulling the door shut when you heard footsteps, turning to see the after hours cleaner;

“Night Mr Howell, have a good Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas Mrs Cavill…” he paused when he saw Henry standing next to you

“This is my Husband, he stood in as Santa today”

The old man nodded and smiled, carrying on with his mop as you walked in the opposite direction. Just as you got the security door you heard him starting to whistle, your eyes shooting up to meet Henry’s as you heard the tune;

‘Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…’

Henry wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;

“C’mon my naughtly little Elf, i’ll drive you home” he grinned at you; “Then we can see about that chimney of yours…”

You clenched at the thought, your body already tingling at the thought of it. And hey, if you were going to let your husband finally fuck your ass, at least you had the entire school holidays to recover.

[asahipleaseloveme]

(TimeSkip) Tsukishima x angst

fem!reader, slight NSFW

Word Count: 1.1k (much longer than I thought)

Author's Note: I woke up and chose to make Tsukki suffer. I'm not sorry. Not really edited, sorry for any mistakes.

Annoying is what he had called you. Or was it immature? Irritating? Either way, it didn’t matter what he had called you, just that he made it clear that he was not interested in you at all. His teammates kept pressing him on the matter. You two had hung out several times. Mostly study sessions, but you would still count them as hanging out. The more they prodded, the more infuriated he became.

“There is NOTHING between me and ______! Nothing. It would take a special kind of person to be interested in someone like that,” Tsukishima practically screamed, his face redder than it’s ever been.

“Ya know, you could really hurt a girl’s feelings talking like that, Tsukishima,” you said as you strolled up to the group of boys. There was a subtle change in his demeanor, but nobody seemed to notice as they were all staring at you. You and Tsukki were supposed to meet up after his practice for another study session. But after hearing his words, you weren’t really in the mood to study.

“I’ve, uh, had something come up and I won’t be able to meet up with you tonight,” you said as you clutched the strap of your bag a little tighter. “Um, I’ll just talk to you later I guess. See ya, Tsukki.” You smiled and turned to leave before even giving him a chance to say anything. You didn’t really care what he had to say, anyway.

“Oh-Okay, _____,” he said mostly to himself, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

The awkward silence was broken with, “Oof, damn dude. That was super smooth, Tsukki. Show me your ways.” Laughter erupted from the group of boys, one of them slapping Tsukishima on the shoulder.

“Shut up,” Tsukki shrugged off his teammate’s hand and began collecting his things. Part of him was hoping that you were still waiting outside of the gym for him. He was trying to come up with a way to apologize to you.

“If they had just dropped it, she wouldn’t have ever heard my stupid-ass lie. Ugh!”

To no one’s surprise, especially Tsukishima’s, you were long gone. He thought about texting you, but didn’t want to bother you since you had something else going on.

I’ll see her tomorrow in class and talk with her then. Hopefully, she’ll understand.

He did see you in class the next day, however, you chose to sit on the opposite side of the room instead of next to him like you normally do. You could feel him staring a hole into you, but you did not give him the satisfaction of meeting his glance. As soon as the professor dismissed you, you were out of there as fast as you could go. Tsukishima lost you in the wave of people leaving. Weeks passed and he hadn’t heard anything from you. His texts were left on read and his calls were not returned. He would spend too long staring at his phone waiting for you to reply.

You were focusing on your writing assignment while eating your lunch outside of the library when a shadow fell over you. Your eyes stayed glued to your paper, too afraid to look at the person who cast the shadow.

“______. I know you’ve been avoiding me. And I guess I kind of deserve it. But, I’ve been thinking-”

Tsukishima had been thinking. Thinking about his studies. Thinking about his dumbass teammates. But he had been mostly thinking about you.

Wondering what your favorite color was and how he could incorporate it in his everyday attire.

Wondering what your favorite dessert was. Wondering what makes you the happiest. Wondering if he could make you happy.

Wondering what you might look like in one of his shirts that would be too big for you. Wondering what it would be like to have you straddle him. Wondering what it would be like to plant sloppy kisses across your chest.

Wondering what you might look like underneath him. To hear you moan his name. To see your face scrunched in pleasure.

Wondering what it might be like to fall asleep next to you. To wake up next to you. To have breakfast with you. To hear you cheering him on at his games. To see your face light up when you see him. Like you had done before he said those damning words.

“I’ve been thinking about what I said the other day. And I, um, am sorry. I didn’t think you would hear it, but-”

“But what? You said it because you didn’t think I was around to hear it. So, to me it seems that you meant what you said. I’m sorry you find me so annoying, Tsukishima. But you shouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ve found someone else to annoy. So you don’t have to keep texting me and staring at me. It’s probably better that way anyway. Just in case I annoy you with my existence,” you sighed as you finally looked up at him. His face was just as red as it was the night he said those irreversible words.

“______, I-I uh,” Tsukishima sputtered out.

“Hm, look at that. The smug Tsukishima is at a loss for words. Geez, ______, what did you say to the poor man?” The same teammate who had mocked his outburst after practice a few weeks ago appeared behind the two of you.

“Oh, hey babe,” you said as you put your things away and stood up. He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. Tsukki’s face remained red as he saw the two of you together. Tsukishima and your boyfriend exchanged glances.

“I’m heading toward the outdoor bio garden. I have a lab due tomorrow. Walk me there?”

“Sure thing, ______. I just need a sec with Tsukishima.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you said, sad eyes staring at Tsukishima. But he couldn’t see the look on your face, his eyes now transfixed on the ground. You felt bad, but you didn’t want to continue to annoy him. So, you left the two to their conversation.

“Oh yeah, Tsukki. I guess I forgot to mention that ______ and I are dating now. I figured you wouldn’t really care since you made it pretty clear that you weren’t interested. She’s pretty cool though, dude. Not sure what you were on about,” he shrugged and slapped Tsukishima’s shoulder and soon caught up to you.

Tsukishima’s fists were clenched, his heart filled with anger. Not at your or his teammate, but at himself.

“Yeah, I don’t know either,” he muttered to himself as he lifted his gaze from the ground and watched the two of you walk off hand in hand.

[wdwmarveldisney]

okay i don’t know if you still write for ouat but i’d die for you to write a henry mills fanfic when he’s a teen and he’s in a relationship with a girl of the same age and her parents are villains(but dead now) so regina, emma and the rest of the gang don’t like her and they try to keep henry away from her but he gets upset at them or something because of it.

there are little to none henry mills fanfics out there and it makes me annoyed since i’ve recently refallen down a rabbit hole of wanting to read love stories about him

Don’t

Henry Mills x Fem!reader

Requested

Summary: Reader is the daughter of two recent villains but is nothing like them. When her and Henry start dating, the family don’t take it so well. They begin to try and separate you two out of the belief it was best for him. Having enough of it, Henry snaps at them.

Masterlist

A/N: I agree with there not being enough Henry fics. Also this isn’t set in a certain season. Mentions briefly death, kidnapping and verbal abuse but not in any detail.

(GIF isn’t mine)

Living in Storybrooke was dull when you weren't one of the heroes or villains and especially when your parents were villains leading to no one trusting you. Your parents had recently tried to kill a bunch of people for some ritual. To everyone else, they claimed it was for you but you knew better. They were greedy and self-centred and blinded by it. Everything they did was for personal gain including marrying each other and having you. As much as you didn't want to believe it, it was a story your mum had told you many a times. How they had to pass on their evil legacy to someone and that they had to have a little villain just like them. And so they raised you by neglecting you and verbally abusing you and making you feel like you weren't worth it.

But you didn't believe it. You couldn't. There was so many heroes in the world and you had the opportunity to help. Through tricking your parents into little unnoticeable things. So when they had started to execute their plan, you had headed straight over to the only person you deemed worthy of your trust for the time being. Henry agreed to not tell the heroes that you helped as long as you did. If something went wrong and you had done it purposely, he had swore that he was going to eat you out, no matter the amount of promises you made.

You gave him valuable information of the next person to be kidnapped and when and he relayed the information. And you were parents were caught. You weren't surprised when Henry told you they had chosen to drink an incurable poison to escape doing time for their crimes. It just further proved the theory that they didn't give a damn about you. Apparently they had asked for their maid on their deathbed instead of their daughter and you didn't plan on visiting them. You were free. No more pretending to be evil because no matter what they did, you had told yourself you'd be nothing like them. They were villains, all that was wrong in the world and all you wanted to be was a beacon of light.

After you not visiting your parents, Henry started asking questions. Questions you didn't want to answer. So he connected things and he had got the idea, confirmed by a small nod of your head. Henry understood you weren't your parents and that you wanted to be different so he stuck by you. His family started noticing and whenever passing them in the street, you'd get hesitant or suspicious looks but Henry assured you it was nothing. And then you started dating. Boy, that did not help matters at all.

It was good at first, amazing. You went on so many dates, spent so much time together and knew each other better than anybody could believe. But his family began worrying more, scared you were using him or corrupting him. You couldn't blame them. You're parents were villains and you had asked Henry if he was ok with keeping what your parents were like a secret because you hated the idea of it defining you. He had agreed saying that it was only fair since it was your life and you should be the one to decide who knows. So his family strongly disliked you and you hated it.

One thing you admired about Henry was his love for his family. They were everything to him and so they were important to you. Them hating you tore you apart because it upset Henry. You tried everything to try to prove yourself to them but the recent kidnappings and murders your parents did were fresh in their mind. You explained that to Henry, every time he began to apologise. They had reason and logic on their side and they had every right to dislike you.

Even with the dislike, they never really did anything to get in between you and Henry until recently. Every time there was a date, something magically happened that Henry couldn't get out of. Decorating rooms instead of the arcade dates, clearing out garages instead of the picnics, running the shop instead of lunches at Granny's, helping Hook with his boat instead of movie nights. You could see what they were doing and, though it hurt, you accepted their side of the story. Henry, however, hadn't noticed what they were doing. He had complained about not being able to spend enough time with you and you didn't want to be the one to tell him what was happening.

He had worked it out soon enough and had ranted about it in his cute little way you loved. The over exaggerated retellings, the massive hand gesture that had made him accidentally hit you at times, the cute little pout. After spending the time with you on your 'secret date', he seemed to have planned something. You were complaining about the old lady in the next room at the inn who couldn't seem to keep her nose out of your business when his eyes had lit up and his grip tightened ever so slightly on your hand. "You ok there?"

"Come on," Henry practically dragged out of the diner, giving just enough time to leave way too much money on the table. He had dragged you straight to the loft, where everyone was and pulled you over to the sofa. He began to put in a movie whilst you had an internal breakdown. You always did movie nights at your room to avoid his family and any possible outcomes it may have. The start to Peter Pan began to play and a smile made its way onto your face, your hand having to cover your lips when you remembered Hook was right behind you. Henry gave you a grin and a shrug before sitting next to you and pulling you into his side despite your attempts to avoid it.

It was silent apart from the TV and you could feel the eyes on the back of your head glaring at you. Taking a deep breath, you moved closer to Henry and grabbed his hand in order to play with his fingers, a habit you had began to do when stressed. His focus went from the movie to you as all your focus was on his fingers. He had this small grin on his face as he watched you interlaced your fingers with his and turn back to the movie. He soared a glance over his shoulder to see his family still watching with hesitant looks. He sighed, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie, standing up in the process. You had ended up almost laying on the sofa from his sudden disappearance and sighed when you saw the look on his face. He was going to have a go at them. You'd convinced him not to but he was going to anyway. You stood up too, in front of him, hands on his chest as you two made eye contact. "Don't,"

"I have to," his voice was strong but soft and you sighed, resting your forehead against his shoulder, praying to every god above this went well. "I know you guys have been trying to keep her away from me because of who her parents are but she's not like that. She's the complete opposite!" He looked to you for permission, understanding that it was probably best to tell them. You nodded, not facing the adults in order to ignore the reactions, "Her parents were horrible. They neglected her and verbally abused her and tried to force her to become this mirror image of them but she's good. She's the kindest, sweetest and cutest person I know. She's spent money she doesn't have on me because I've forgotten to eat or I can't pay for something. She drops everything if I need her and she listens to everything I say. I," he paused, sending you a quick smile, "We hate that you don't like her. She's been trying so hard to prove to you guys she's good and you're just ignoring it!"

"Kid-"

"No mum. You can't justify that. And I've wanted to talk to you about it for a while now but Y/N has constantly stood up for you and stopped me." You finally looked at the adults' expression, the shock and surprise and a hint of guilt possibly. You were never really good at reading expressions. "I love her," that got your attention. You quickly stepped in front of him, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. "Say what now?" He laughed, glancing down to where you had subconsciously grabbed his hand and began to play with his fingers. "I love you,"

"I love you too," his grin widen at your dopey smile and giddy expression. You lifted your hand and shoved his shoulder lightly making him laugh and reach to hold that hand as well. "We're sorry," With what was happening, the fact there were adults in the room had completely slipped from your mind. Facing them, you saw them glancing between you two and let a confused look take over your features. "Why?"

"We shouldn’t have done what we did. We should’ve given you a chance,” Snow was the one to speak but from their similar expressions, you guessed they all felt the same. Even with the apology you were confused. “But you had every right too. You were trying to protect Henry and I’m the daughter of two evil monsters. I don’t blame you,” they all smiled, Regina clapping her hands together before speaking, “Well, how about we watch the movie?” As the adults worked on popcorn and blankets and Hook not so secretly changing the movie, you and Henry sat on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, the two of you smiling like maniacs. You had both wanted this since the beginning and now all you felt was relief and love.

You finally felt like you had a family.

[capaimagines]

ateez - when you have depression

Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: themes of depression, mentions of past self-harm | WC: 2.3k

kim hongjoong

Hongjoong is very intuitive. He would notice the smallest things, especially when your moods and behavior started to change. When your appetite started to decrease, that you’d spend longer in bed or find excuses to stay home instead of going out. He’d notice that your once bright smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. He’s been there, he gets it and oh how he wished you would have never got it.

Waking up to knocking on your door was a little frightening. Unfortunately, you couldn’t muster the energy to get yourself out of your bed. Staring at the ceiling, the knocking ceased and you breathed a sigh of relief, until you heard the door open. Hongjoong’s frame entered the corner of your vision and you shrunk under the covers. You hadn’t showered in three days.

“Y/N?” His voice is gentle as he sits at the edge of the bed. You only peek at him and even in the darkness of your room, he can see the way your eyes are glossy, with the bags adoring your under eyes. He sighs, leaning down and gently kissing your forehead.

“You don’t have to tell me anything now,” He says as you feel the lump in your throat tighten. This is why he was your best friend; knowing what you needed and didn’t without you having to say it.

“How about I run you a bath and we order some food, hm? We haven’t had a movie night in a while,” Whilst the little things he did that day weren’t enough to fully help, it gave you just a little more hope that things could get better. Especially with Hongjoong by your side.

park seonghwa

Another intuitive member, but also quite timid. He’d known of all your past battles with depression and the scars you bore on your thighs and arms just showed him how strong you were to make it through. You were pretty open with him about your past, hoping it wouldn’t scare him away, which thankfully it didn’t.

He still believed that you were just as beautiful, maybe even more. He loved you for who you were and scars weren’t going to change that. He was amazed with how much of a fighter you were. Even though he knew it wouldn’t be gone forever, no matter how much he wished just him being in your life would allow you happiness every day.

He caught on, more than once, when he would come home after late night practices staring out the window like a statue. You smiled less, your once shiny black hair that you always had hanging naturally over your shoulders had become greasy and tossed into a messy bun on top of your head.

He wanted to wait, give you time to come to him. He just hoped it’d be sooner rather than later this time. He was always there; making sure that you had food delivered to eat if he wasn’t home, keeping up with your hygiene, getting fresh air. While you were grateful for all his help and support, you were just stuck in that black hole and you were struggling to get out.

It wasn’t until he came home particularly late one night when he found you, sitting on the bed tracing the scars on your thighs with your finger, he couldn’t wait for you to come to him any longer. He crawled across the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest to which you hesitantly let him. He felt you tremble, and his shirt damped as he squeezed you tighter.

“I’m always here, Y/N. You’re not alone anymore and you never will be. I’ve got you.”

jeong yunho

It would probably take Yunho a little bit longer for him to notice you weren’t yourself.  Yunho’s a generally happy person and while he’s had his share of hard moments in life and with his members, he lives in optimism and that everyone around him is happy.

However, when he noticed the dark bags under your eyes and how easy it was for you to snap at one of them for the littlest things, he knew something was wrong. He showed up at your place, a quick knock to the door before shyly shoving his hands into his pockets.

You answered the door and he immediately felt guilty as you stifled a yawn and rubbed your eyes.  He knew you hadn’t been sleeping well and he had just woken you up. 

“I’m sorry, I can come back later,” You waved him off, letting him inside.  

“I was just tossing and turning anyways, doesn’t matter,” He frowned, biting his lip and clenching his hands into fists inside his jacket pockets.

“Are you okay? You haven’t seemed like yourself lately.” You shrug, plopping yourself down on the couch and pulling him down with you. You snuggle into him, closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath. 

“Can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m tired and I always sleep better when you hold me.”

His cheeks blushed a bright red as he timidly snaked his arms around you, picking you up and carrying to your bed before climbing in next to you and pulling you close. “I’ve got you, Y/N. I’m not letting you go.”

kang yeosang

Yeosang wouldn’t know what to say with words, but he’d show it with his actions. He may be quiet and keep to himself more than the others, but he is very observant and is able to sense a change in energy with those he’s close to.

He’d bring you food, making sure you eat at least half of it before he’ll leave you alone, “When you gain 10 more pounds I’ll stop showing up unannounced.” He tells you every time. He always makes sure he has the bath filled before he leaves, making sure you’re in the bathroom taking care of your hygiene before he leaves for the night.

He’ll send you your favorite flowers on random days, with the hopes that it puts a smile on your face, even if it’s just for a little bit. He’ll bring up to your rooftop, making sure you get sunlight for the day.

“A little vitamin D never hurt anyone, Y/N,” He’d chide, and you’d huff but the sunlight did feel good on your skin.

While he couldn’t say much in terms of words, you did start feeling better by all his little gestures, making sure you let him know that when you started feeling more like yourself again.

choi san

San would notice right away when you weren’t feeling like your usual self. He could tell as you weren’t as chirpy as you’d usually be, or you wouldn’t cook meals for yourself or him. Cooking was something you loved to do, bu recently your bedroom was the only place you’d be and no one would see or hear from you for hours on end. San knew not to waste a moment in trying to get you back to your normal state, after all, he is your best friend and that’s what you always do for him. Now, it’s time for him to return the favor.

“Y/N!  We’re going to have a movie night tonight with everyone! Don’t even think about saying no!” You’d groan, but smile when you turned around. He knew not to leave you alone to wallow, besides, even if you tried not to go, he’d just come pick you up and fling you over his shoulder anyways.

But when you got there, you realized it was worth it. As you sat in between his legs, your back to his chest and his chin rested on the top of your head, you felt safe. You felt grounded. He’d feed you candy every now and then, rubbing small circles on your stomach because he knew how much it calmed you down.

“You know I love you right?” San whispered only for you to hear, pulling you ever closer to his side, “I’ll do everything in my power to keep you here with me and by my side. I’m not giving up on you.”

song mingi

Another member that wouldn’t notice something was off right away. It wouldn’t be until you had completely swarmed yourself in work and other activities to distract yourself from the empty feeling that he would realize something was wrong. 

On the rare day you made time in your busy schedule to come to the dorm for dinner with all of them, he noticed how exhausted you looked. The bags under your eyes were prominent and he noticed you were wearing the same clothes that you had on just a few days ago.

He wouldn’t ask you in front of everyone, but he would keep his eyes trained on you, waiting until he could get you alone. When that moment came, when he saw you nearly stumbling to put your shoes on to leave right after he suggested for you to stay the night, he wasn’t going to let you drive home in that condition, not a chance. 

“Are you feeling okay? No offense, but you look like shit.” He would tease lightly and while you let out a tired laugh, he knew it wasn’t a real one, “Talk to me, Y/N.” 

Eventually you would, telling him how you’ve been feeling so empty and alone the past few weeks, not wanting to do anything. Forcing yourself with extra work just to distract your mind with how you’re feeling.

He’d hug you, listening quietly as you told him everything.  He’d squeeze you tighter when he heard your voice crack.

“I don’t know how I can help, but don’t shut me out. Come here whenever you need anything, even if it’s just to sleep or relax. I’ll be here and my bed is always open. My ears too.”

jung wooyoung

While he’s loud, in your face, and eccentric, Wooyoung knows when he needs to tone it down and when it’s time to be serious. That moment came when he showed up to your workplace one day, to surprise you with lunch.

He didn’t find you at your desk like you usually were, no.  Instead he found you sniffling in the bathroom, looking at your faint scars that lined your arms. He had seen them before, but he never asked and was waiting for you to tell him when you were ready.

Though seeing you standing there, tears streaming out of your eyes, red nose and dead eyes, he just knew.  Knew what those scars were markers of, what memories and feelings were hidden behind them. Your hair was a mess, not in it’s usual tidy bun that you wear to work. You looked tired, really tired and he felt a pang of guilt that he hadn’t noticed sooner.

“Baby girl,” He cooed lightly, causing you to jump and hastily wipe your face. Smearing your mascara more than it already was. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you to his chest. You bit your lip, not wanting him to see this side of you, you wanted him to know you as the happy Y/N, not the depressed, hysterical crying one.

“I’ll be right back,” He said quietly after bringing you back to your desk. He disappeared and you honestly thought he wasn’t coming back. This was too much for him on top of his idol life. But he came back, picking up your bag and gently coaxing you out of your chair.

“C’mon,” He’d say and you didn’t question it, just followed closely behind him as he led you out of the building. He bought you ice cream on the way back to his dorm and picked up your favorite snacks. You two were settled on his bed, watching your favorite movie as he kissed your temple.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’m here. I’m always here and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can always come to me.”

choi jongho

He knew. He always knew. You two have been attached at the hip since you were both born. He knew you inside and out and it was breaking his heart seeing you like this right now. Your boyfriend had just broken up with you, your mom’s health wasn’t doing well, work was busier than usual and all that on top of your already crumbling mental health wasn’t helping your situation.

You sat on the couch, some commercial playing on the TV but he saw how you were blankly staring at it. Actually, he had kept time. Two hours you had sat there, unmoving, just staring. He had tried to talk to you, tried to snap you out of it but you hadn’t spoken a word. It was like you were looking through him.

The curtains were closed, no light coming through. You hadn’t changed your clothes since yesterday, and he was pretty sure that you had lost a significant amount of weight.  

“Y/N,” He said quietly, bringing his hand up to lightly brush a strand of hair behind your ear which seemed to snap you out of it.

“Jongho?  When did you get here?” Your voice was monotone, face showing no expression except the blank one you’d been wearing all week.  

“I’ve been here every day Y/N, I’ve always been here.” You furrowed your brow and he let out a sigh of relief that you weren’t a statue, yet.

“How about a bath?  And maybe we can go for a walk.” You shook your head just the thought of getting off the couch seemed too tiring for you to conquer right now. He sighed, turning around and showing you his back.  

“Get on, Y/N. My best friend can’t stink.” You managed a small smile for the first time all week and timidly latched on to him, welcoming the warmth.

He didn’t get you to bathe that day, nor go outside, but he did get you to eat a little and get some proper sleep. He never left your side and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you smiled as you woke up, seeing him sleeping next to you.

[cottoncandy-jester]

Howdy! Could you please elaborate on the “Bruno punishes reader too”? Cause Bruno + Abba = my two loves. Also your writing is freakin dope!

Ohohoho~ I SURE CAN! Also ahh thank you!

Warning this story contains:a sprinkle of stand use, sadistic bruno, very light degrading, use of the word daddy and master, threesome, even more male reader(I swear I'll go back to a gender neutral reader eventually just let me have my moment)

I should really stop starting these stories with them at lunch, but honestly it's always fun to start that way cause they are so chaotic

You felt a deathly glare coming your way as you shyly talked to the waitress serving you all, this was one of the very rare moments that you were above the table but the collar stayed around your neck though your leash was off and so was the muzzle

Leone had decided to give you a little break today but he still expected you to follow the rules, he watched as the waitress was swooning over your cute face and sweet words.

Leone growled lowly as he watched the girl practially shove her breasts in your face while she giggled at your words, the fucking nerve of this bitch. Out of anger leone grabbed you by the back of your shirt and yanked you back so your back was pressed to his chest.

"oi, why don't you do your damn job and stop being a slutty whore for my boyfriend?"

His harsh words shocked you and you couldn't help but look back at him as he shot you a stern glare. The waitress quickly rushed off but not before you caught tears in her eyes, when she left you turned to leone with an annoyed look

You were starting to fall right back into feral mode as you growled right back at leone who gave you a scoff. He couldn't believe you were getting upset with him

"I. Wasn't finished. Speaking!"

You snapping at him shocked the table and leone reached out gripping your hair tilting your head back lightly. His eyes were cold but for the first time in a while you didn't back down instead you tried to shove his face away

"just who do you think you're yelling at?! You were flirting so hard that I bet you wanted to screw that bitch!"

"you are being jealous! Master leone you are ridiculous!"

The two of you started to argue and bruno was starting to get annoyed, he firmly put his cup down only to glare at you both. His voice was calm but firm as he spoke and honestly he was just about to get a headache

"both off you stop it you are causing a scene!"

"shut up who asked you?! This isn't your business!"

The table became quiet after you yelled and bruno's eyes started to darken as he stared at you sternly, you twitched and felt a chill down your spine before you glanced at leone who simply let you go and turned his head away in annoyance

"you really fucked up this time, well maybe you will be more obedient after he's done with you"

His calm words made you stand up quickly only to feel a hand on your shoulder, you didn't dare look back but you can feel a warm breath tickling your neck.

"come. Let's talk, okay?"

You couldn't help but comply as the two of you walked to a room in the back. You didn't dare face the male as you walked and once the door closed you turned around only to feel bruno pin you against the wall with your hands above your head

"normally, I don't get into you and abbacchio's affairs since it's none of my business but you remember the deal right, little one?"

His calm voice sent you shivers but you gave a nod before reciting the rules that was made when you first joined the group

"i-i belong to leone, but for any reason any member of team bucciarati may punish me cause..cause.."

You stopped and looked down with a nervous expression before bruno forced you to lock eyes with him now smiling despite the sadistic nature pooling in his eyes

"because?"

"I'm the group dog, and dogs shouldn't disobey their owners"

Bruno petted your head before forcing you on your knees before he used sticky fingers to unzip your hands from your body. The feeling made you shudder and wince but you looked up for your orders

"suck it, but only use your mouth to get what you want"

You watched as bruno unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down but left his underwear on, with that he merely watch you coldly. You gulped before leaning forward and biting the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down only to see his half hard cock spring out.

The sight made you drool before you started to lick his cock softly only to hear a sight of annoyance. He gripped your hair before shoving his cock down your throat

"come now, I know you aren't really a bad boy, so why are you being so stubborn? Did you just want to get punished by me? Did you truly miss my touch that much?"

His words were filled with sweetness as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth with little to no mercy, drool sopping down your face as you gagged and tried to speak only for to come out as garbbled muffled noises

"such a rude little thing, talking with your mouth full. Had abbacchio even been training you right? Looks like I have to do it myself."

You felt bruno grip the back of your head while he thrusted rapidly in and out your mouth watching as your eyes rolled back slightly both from choking and from bliss

You were absolutely hard and leaking precum but you couldn't even touch yourself even if you wanted to. You glanced up and saw bruno was starting to softly pant before a flustered expression was on his face.

He's so pretty..

The thought made you move closer now pressed your bulge against his leg, this action surprised him but he didn't stop fucking your mouth instead he simply brushed his leg against your aching cock

"you're..so hard- are you enjoying being used like this? So filthy. You really do like the attention even if it's the bad kind"

You whined softly only to feel bruno buck his hips filling your mouth with hot sticky cum, when he pulled back he was expecting you to swallow but what you did next truly made him go crazy

"d-daddy, please..it hurts so good"

Your desperate plea was accompanied with you opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue showing your cum coated tongue and mouth, a feral dominant side of bruno broke out when he saw this and before he could even think he was pushing you down on all fours and almost ripping your pants off as he pulled them down. His eyes landed on your ass before he couldn't help but lick his lips as a hunger started to form, he spread your ass cheeks only to lean forward and kiss your puckering hole which made you flinch.

"don't waste it- swallow it all like a good boy now, every last drop after all, abbacchio still hasn't gotten off isn't that right abbacchio?"

Shock filled your entire being as you looked up and saw the man in question looming over you. He must have slipped in while you were busy with bruno, how did you not notice?!

You gulped and felt the feelings of your hands return so you reached out and softly gripped the male's pants, your eyes softening only to be met back with a cold gaze and a light scoff

"I'm still pissed at you Cucciolo, so why don't you do you make it up to me right now, suck me off like you did bucciarati and we'll call it fair?"

Before you can respond a gasp and moan escaped your lips as you felt bruno shoved his tongue in your ass, you definitely was not expecting that.

Leone took this time to unzip his pants only for his cock to spring out, he softly gripped your face forcing to look at him before pushing his cock tip into your mouth roughly.

"I didn't think I'd get so hard watching you suck off bucciarati but it really did something for me, damn you really are a slut huh?"

Your mind was going fuzzy as you sucked leone's cock desperately, between bruno using his very talented tongue to eat you out from leone bucking his hips everytime you deepthroated him you were definitely going to cum.

"does the baby wish to cum? I don't know if you deserve that, maybe I should use sticky fingers to take that needy little dick of yours away"

Bruno's words shocked you as you felt him line his cock up to your entrance, you were given no warning as he slipping inside only to give a long sight from your tightness.

Your eyes rolled back as you bucked your hips only to feel leone shoving his cock so far down your throat that you gagged and looked at him in shock

"don't forget about me! Keep sucking"

You did as you were told and felt a hand slither into your pants before stroking you off, you glanced back at bruno who was simply smirking as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into your tight little hole while he pressed his thumb over your cock tip blocking the hole there.

"it would be fun to take it away, but at the same time I am curious about the sounds you make when you break, I've only heard them from behind a door isn't it only fair if I get to hear them in person"

His teasing tone was making your head spin as you felt him start to thrust in and out slowly, he was much different from leone who was rapidly fucking your mouth to the point where your jaw was starting to sting.

Bruno was a man who loved to see you cry and whine from how unbelievably slow he was going, he felt you try and slam your ass back to pick up the pace but he merely chuckled before stopping all together, he trailed his hands up your back before leaning over you with his hands on your shoulders

"you shouldn't be so eager, this is a punishment after all. Abbacchio are they always this desperate? I can't remember since it's been so long since I've had them wrapped around my cock"

Leone let out a pleased grunt as he watched you suck him off as if your life depended on it, when he heard bruno's question he gave a light scoff before he teasingly started to pull back only to have you whine and grip his leg tightly.

"it's like all he knows is cock, his ginger for it is absolutely disgusting. But it's so fucking hot when you fuck him til he can't think"

Leone's words were met with you giving a needy whine before willing your hips trying to get bruno to continue fucking you. Bruno now with a goal continued his thrusts being far more rough and determined to make you an utter mess.

Your needy moan was enough to make leone cum, he bucked his hips against your mouth before filling it up with cum. A low groan escaped him as he climaxed and he pulled out only to see your face which made him hard once more.

The face of pure pleasure as drool and cum dripped from your mouth and tongue which was sticking out like a dog. Despite having just sucked him off you were trying to reach out to pull his cock right back into your mouth.

"fuck, you're such a cock whore. You just want to milk me dry eh? Fine I'll give you your wish"

You felt leone shove your cock into your mouth once more just as bruno deeply thrusted into you hitting your prostate again and again. A loud muffled moan escaped you as you drooled all over leone's cock while he once again fucked your mouth. Your hips bucked wildly against bruno's hand who was still covering your cock hole this preventing you from the climax you very much needed.

"it's like your entire body is throbbing, I can feel you coming apart now. Sweet plaything won't you be a good boy and cry for daddy, sob your heart out cause it feels just So good"

Bruno was truly a sadist at heart as he roughly thrusts in and out of you before he pressed his mouth against your shoulder and suddenly bit you. This shocked both you and leone who released a low growl before gripping the back of your head and burying your face against him while he thrusts sloppily anger now bubbling inside him.

If bruno was just gonna mark you like that leone made it his mission to mark you even more, he watched as bruno sank his teeth deeper into your shoulder while fucking you with little mercy each moan vibrated leone's cock with pleasure.

Leone digged his nails Into the back of your neck earning a whimper from you, the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing beautifully and cause you to slowly lose feeling in your head. It was becoming fuzzy and a felt like it was becoming mush

"that's the face, fuck you know master loves when you make that face. Are we going too hard on you? Good. Let's break you like the slut you are"

Leone raked his nails along your neck as you felt bruno close to coming, in that moment he moved his thumb from your hole only to stroke you off rapidly, he released his teeth from your neck only to kiss the bruised and slightly blood mark.

"daddy..is ordering you to cum. Cum like the good boy I know you can be, fill your cute underwear with cum"

Bruno didn't have to tell you twice, all if took was once final thrusts on both boys parts and you were cumming harder than you ever have, leone pulled his cock out your mouth just to hear your very loud and needy sobs and cries as you cummed. Leone just couldn't help but cum all over that slutty face while bruno painted your insides white, he let's out a shaky sigh as he cummed not being as loud as you but also not holding back

Once done bruno pulled out only to see you collapse on the floor being a shaking drooling mess. You started to say nonsense babble as you tried to catch your breath, bruno couldn't help but chuckle before he pressed a soft kiss onto your back before he was sweet enough so pull your pants back up, leone simply kneeled down and picked your head up before licking your slobbery tongue now giving you a sloppy saliva filled kiss.

"are you gonna be a good boy now and do as you're told?"

To hear your excited agreement made the male relax but he glanced as bruno who was now fixing his clothes and trying to look presentable. When bruno caught leone staring he simply smiled at him before walking over and leaning down capturing leone's lips against his

Leone didn't really resist but he was shocked, he simply kissed back until bruno pulled away and licked his lips

"a small reward for letting me have my fun, come now the others must be waiting"

As he walked out leone couldn't help but chuckle as he looked back at your state, you were definitely in dumb mode which made it was easier to clean you up and bring you back out.

"it's not fair! Why can't [y/n] be bad to me so I can punish them!"

"as if you could narancia, you can barley yell at them without feeling bad"

"like you're any better!"

As mista and narancia started to argue over who would be better at punishing you giorno simply looked at you as you sat in leone's lap, sleepily kissing his neck while bruno watched you two with a small smile.

"hmm, hey mista? Explain more about the rules concerning them to me one more time"

It seems that giorno giovanna, wanted a turn with you next.

[obscureamor]

butterflies

❥ sugawara koushi x fem! reader

❥ TW// nsfw w/ keishin, stalking, blackmail

» request// “hi!! okay so seeing as you know i now love the coach ukai stuff imagine a really creepy scenario (or thirst i don’t mind!) where y/n and ukai are doing their stuff as they do and y/n thinks she sees suga bc he’s stalking her but she doesn’t want to believe it but it keeps happening, and other weird stuff like she comes home to things in her room moved, underwear missing, creepy feeling of being watched- i love you and your work so much!!!💗” — @sugawara-sweetheart

» A/N ahh neems bby <3!! ily!! i feel like i tell you this all the time, but your mind? out of this world dude. also, thank you for having patience with me on this.

“I think... I think we should try and make more friends this year.”

You bring it up absentmindedly on your way to the store. It’s the hottest it’s been all summer, the heat making you say whatever comes to mind. 

“What?”

If you were looking at him, you’d be able to see the fear in his eyes. Instead, you took to viewing a stray butterfly fluttering about. 

“Yeah, my brother has a lot of friends and it’s cool. What do you say, Koushi?”

“I-I don’t know...” he mutters out. 

“Huh?” you turn to look at him, pouting. “Do you not think it’s cool?”

“No! I just— I think we’re fine with just the two of us.”

“Oh... okay. I think so too.”

You’ve known him since you were kids. 

He was your only friend for years, way before Karasuno, way before volleyball. You’ve become accustomed to each other, learning each other’s quirks and pet peeves. You know what topics to avoid talking about and he knows the same. You remember when you first met him and when you first cried in front of him… everything.

You’ve been there for each other no matter what. Koushi is your confidant and you’re his.

Two peas in a pod, your mother said.

You would always eat lunch together. He would talk about everything and anything while you would talk about how difficult your studies were, but here’s the thing... that hasn’t happened recently. Eating lunch with him isn’t a thing anymore. He always wanted to know what you were doing on your phone and you couldn’t exactly keep your relationship with Keishin a secret if he found out. 

It was days after you stopped seeing him when things started happening. 

It’s outside the gym long after hours when you first see it. There’s a sliver of gray that you catch in the corner of your eye as Keishin fucks you against the wall. You don’t think much of it. You were too fucked out and tears were clouding your vision, is what you say to try and convince yourself.

But it’s been gnawing at you. It can’t be him. It has to be anyone but him. 

Your panties are going missing and you don’t know what to make of it. They disappear only to be back in their respective places, almost like they were never gone. It can’t be Keishin. All the ones you have at his place are the same ones you left there. None are gone like the ones at home.

Keishin tries to be there for you, but what can he do? He’s not much help when he feels as if someone is watching his every move, so he tries to take some tension off the both of you by inviting you over. Keishin made a decent dinner for a man who barely knows how to cook. You both sit at the table talking about anything that comes to mind, though you can’t help but let your mind wander off. 

“Calm down, baby,” his voice brings you back. He can see the visible worry on your face. “Honestly… I think we’re just scaring ourselves at this point.”

“Keishin…”

“I’m serious!” he sighs out and takes your hand from across the table. “I know you’re scared that we’re going to get caught, but I promise you no one knows. No one suspects a thing, pretty girl.”

The nickname makes your face heat up, causing you to look off to the side bashfully. There’s a grin on Keishin’s face that you can see from the corner of your eye. You stand up, snatching your hand from his as you grumble, “Cut it out.”

He scoffs and gets out his chair, arms coming to wrap around you. He’s speaking right into your ear in that voice he knows you like all too well, “I’m just telling the truth, y/n. You’re my pretty baby… my pretty girl.” You can feel his hand drift down to your ass before he gives it a firm squeeze. “You’re mine.” 

It doesn’t long for you to make it to his bed, clothes astray and scattered along the hall. You can’t help but feel like someone’s watching. It's a feeling you’ve grown all too familiar with recently, but it fades away as Keishin enters you. His prick is being sucked in by your gummy walls and he wastes no time in setting a pace, furiously thrusting into your little cunny. One hand moves to hold yours while the other stays rooted to your hip. 

“No matter what happens— fuck!” he cuts himself off, hitting a deep spot within you that has you mewling. “—we’ll always be together, right?”

Those last words... it felt like deja vu. You’ve heard them before.

“Yes! Yes, Keishin!”

You nod your head adamantly, locking lips with him, spit being swapped and wet smacking making its way through the room. He shoves his face into your neck, sucking deep bruises into the skin as his hand trails down to circle your clit. 

You can’t remember when this started to turn into something entirely new. When did it stop being lust for him? When did you start looking over how this all began? You don’t get too much time to dwell on it as the sensations become overwhelming.

“Has it really been this long? Because— shit!” he groans out.

His grip on your hand tightens as your walls clamp down around him. It’s been so long since you two have done this, your bodies desperate for release. It’s almost sad how soon it ends. 

The pain mixed in with the pleasure makes you scream out, “Cum in me Keishin, please!” 

There’s a string of ‘please’s and ‘I love you’s that leave your mouth as you hold onto him tightly, nails scratching down his back. It feels like you’re bruising with the way he’s slamming into you, making your back arch. He stills not too long after, flooding your insides with his seed. Keishin is panting as he places his forehead on yours. 

“No matter who catches us, I’ll always be with you. No one can take us away from each other, y/n.”

Hearing him say those words made the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

“Obviously... we’re meant to be, Keishin,” you whisper against his lips. 

You kiss him once more before falling asleep in each other’s arms. It’s in the early hours of the morning when you wake up, leaving a note for him and then making your way back home. The walk is filled with contemplation. Would you still be in this mess if you never met Keishin? What would have happened if you never agreed to his ultimatum? Would whoever it is that’s doing this still be around?

You enter your room, sighing as you close the door and lean against it. You’re just about to pull off your shirt when you hear something, switching on the lights quickly. You swear you’d rather die. He’s sitting on your bed, a pair of panties that went missing in his hands.

“Sugawara? W-What are you—?” you stammer out only to stop.

It’s him. It’s been him the whole time and you know it. He doesn’t need to say anything. You don’t know if you wish it wasn’t him or if you wish you never caught him. Your head feels like it’s going to explode with how fast it’s running. How long has he been waiting here? Why would he want to do this? What’s the point?

You shake your head in a horrible attempt to stop yourself from crying before speaking out, “Kou—”

“Where have you been?”

The look on his face lets you know he’s far from playing around. Sugawara has always been like this, wanting to know your whereabouts. He was just a worrisome friend is all, but now you think there’s a deeper meaning to it. 

“I was— I was just out with a friend.”

“Really?” he laughs out, a sheepish smile on his face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were getting your whore hole pounded by the coaches cock.”

He’s never spoken to you like that and the words sink deep coming from someone you’ve known for so long, coming from someone you trust the most. 

Tears are falling as you try and defend yourself, “That’s not true!” 

“Coach Ukai and you are in a relationship.” You open your mouth to try and respond but he cuts you off. “Don’t deny it. I’ve seen it, but I’ve been wondering,” he pauses, looking straight into your eyes. A humorless laugh leaves his mouth before he continues, “Do you just fuck anywhere? Is that how easy you are? You just let guys fuck you out in the open?”

He moves off your bed, walking towards you. You know you should move. You know you should leave, run back to Keishin’s house and tell him. Just something, anything... but you can’t. 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that, not when... not when you’ve been stalking me! Not when you’ve been breaking in and stealing my clothes, Sugawara!”

He stops right in front of you. You’re shaking, voice sounding so meek and small, “Why? Why would you do this?”

He doesn’t say anything. His hands are on your face, forehead resting against yours as he stares deep into your eyes. He’d do this to calm you down when you were kids, panicking over something that happened. The only difference is this time his fingernails are biting into your skin and he’s the one causing the panic to rise within you. 

“If I have to tell everyone about you and the coach just so I can keep you to myself, I will. No one will want you when they find out about how much of a slut you are.”

Your eyes are wide. 

This isn’t your Koushi. 

“I love you, y/n. No one can take us away from each other. Not now, not ever.”

When Koushi says it, the butterflies in your stomach die.

“We’ll always be together, right?” he speaks out into the summer air. 

Both of your legs swing off your backyard porch, not tall enough to reach the bottom yet. You have a blue twin popsicle this time, you fought with him at the store due to you wanting to diverge from your usual red. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean... hm, no one can take us away from each other. No one can come in between us, right y/n?”

You think this has something to do with your talk about making more friends this next school year. The thought disappears as quickly as it came. It made your face heat up, Koushi only wanting to hang out with you.

There’s a big smile on your face.

“Yeah! No one can come between us because we’re meant to be, Koushi!”

The butterfly wings stop fluttering and instead they get caught in intricate spider webs. They’re blind to it. They don’t see it coming, but if they weren’t so careless maybe just maybe they would have survived… if only they paid attention to the signs.

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 9

••••

The shaggy blonde is so focused on his girlfriend that he doesn’t realize she misses the turn towards his apartment, instead she keeps going for a few minutes until she hits the Santa Monica exit. A few minutes later they’re back in the same spot at the overlook where they were just a week ago. 

“What are we doing here?”

She turns towards him, that unrecognizable look still swirling in her mismatched eyes. “Well, I’ve been thinking.”

His heart picks up speed when he suddenly realizes what the look on her face earlier could very  well be...“Yeahhh.”

“And what I want more than anything else in this world is to feel safe every day of my life.”

“You do realize you’re a federal agent, right? One of the most dangerous jobs ever.”

“That’s not...I’m not explaining myself right.”

“Well, you can always resort to my form of communication.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, semi-kidding but not really. 

Shaking her head, unable to keep the smile off her face, she leans over the console, bringing her lips to his in a chaste but passionate kiss. “Better?”

“Oh yes, very much so.”

A sudden burst of nervousness washes over her and she looks down at her left hand, imagining what it would be like to have a ring there and not just any ring, his ring. “What I was trying to say is that I want to feel safe every day of my life in all aspects. I feel so safe with you as my partner. And I know safe is such a mundane word but to me safe means you. You make me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Like everyday you wake up next to me is better than the last. You have my back no matter what just like I have yours. And as cliche as it sounds, when we’re curled up together in bed or just on the couch and your arms are around me...in my mind its just you and I existing together. You challenge me in a way that no one ever has before and it’s one of the reasons I love you so much and...”

“Kens?”

There’s a hint of desperate hope in his voice, which is strangely calming to her. She finally lets herself look up and when her eyes meet his cerulean blues everything in her is telling her that this is the right choice. “What it all comes down to is this...there’s nothing more I want in this world than to grow old and grey with you. So if your offer still-“

He doesn’t give her time to finish her sentence before his hand finds the back of her neck and he’s pulling her towards him. His lips find hers, but she suddenly pulls back making him whimper. He curiously watches her, wondering the cause of her actions when she gracefully maneuvers through the two seats into the back, tugging him along with her. The fact that they’re parked in a not so private place is the last thing on either of their minds especially once she straddles his lap and his hands find the hem of her tee, ridding her of the white piece of cloth. Good thing NCIS sprung for the extra tinted windows. 

••••

The past week has been filled with a happiness that neither of them can describe. Who knew that officially being engaged would bring this type of euphoria into their lives. Ever since Kensi took him back to that outlook and finally said yes to his proposal everything and nothing has changed at the same time. They’ve been more touchy ever since and definitely happier. A huge challenge that they’ve come across the past week however is having to go into character around the guys at work. 

There have been a couple of instances where they thought the charade was up but it turned out that their coworkers were oblivious as to what was going on around them...which is quite concerning if you think about it. 

The week of bliss had been shattered when a marine’s young daughter goes missing. Kensi was suddenly lost in the past and the similarities of the story playing before them was to her own. 

As she and Marty step onto her front lawn after walking home from school, they both immediately feel something in the air shift. Sharing a look, they quicken their pace, taking the front porch steps 2 at a time. 

Marty swiftly pulls the screen door open, ushering his best friend inside before the sound of soft sobs fill the room around them. They both all but throw their things onto the ground before finding Roberta in the living room, her arms wrapped around Julia comforting her as best as she can. 

“Wh-what’s going on?” The shaggy blonde 17 year old speaks up as his best friend finds his hand, already preparing herself for the worst. 

Roberta looks up, tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, it’s your dad.” 

“No!” The brunette shakes her head vigorously. “No!”

“What happened?”

“His helicopter was shot down.”

He’s already prepared for her to collapse in his arms, hell he’s surprised he’s still standing himself. But instead of tears, the young brunette just screams in denial once again before running out the front door. 

Without thought Deeks chases after her, running out the door as he calls out to her. He doesn’t know why he thought she’d stop. He sees the direction she’s going and immediately knows where she’s running off to. 

A few minutes later his flip flop bound feet hit the wooden dock as the echo of her whimpers break his heart. Slipping off his shoes, he takes a seat right next to her, his arm winding around her shoulders as he pulls her into his body. 

Her fingers find the cotton of shirt, grabbing on for dear life. It’s not until he feels her tears seep through the fabric that he finally lets himself break down as well. Donald Blye was more of a father to him than his own and there’s nothing in this world that’s going make the pain go away. 

His lips find the top of her head, knowing that he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure she makes it out of this, but for now he will grieve with her, because that’s what you do when you love someone. 

As the arrests are made and Amanda is reunited with her father, Deeks’ attention shifts to his fiancée. He’s seen how lost she was today, who could blame her considering what she went through with her own father. The case brought up memories for himself, but nothing compared to what he knows is going on inside his partner’s head. 

Walking up next to her, it takes everything in him not to pull her in his arms. Her focus doesn’t move away from the marine and his daughter as they embrace, and share apologies. The tears forming in her eyes is unmistakable and considering their coworkers are focused on other things he lets his facade slip a little. “Thinking about your dad?”

“Yeah.” She nods, unable to look at him otherwise her tears might fall. 

They’re sitting at the table eating lunch, actually eating might be a bit of an overstatement. It’s been 6 weeks since they got the news about Don. 6 weeks of tears and regrets along with denial. It was only 3 days after the news until Marty and Roberta found themselves living in the Blye residence once again. 

Both mother and son knew that moving in to take care of their respective best friends was the only option. So here they are, sitting in silence, trying as best as they can not to breakdown. 

A sudden knock at the door pulls the four out of their haze. Marty wipes his mouth and quickly stands. “I’ll get it.”

Walking to the front door, he can see the top of an official marine’s hat peaking through the door window. Dread fills the young man’s body, already sensing that this is the official house call, the one that confirms their worst fears. 

He reaches for the door knob, his head falling in defeat thinking about the hole Kensi is going to go further down. God he wishes he could take this pain away...he’d do anything. She’s been so beside herself especially considering the last time that she ever talked to her dad they were fighting. 

Begrudgingly pulling the door open, he looks up and meets the eyes of one of Don’s unit members. His brow furrows in confusion until he hears the squeaking of the porch swing. He almost falls to his knees when he sees the familiar warm brown eyes.

Marty stands there for a minute, paralyzed in shock. 

“Hi, Marty.” Donald hesitantly stands with the support of his crutches. 

All he think about is Kensi and Julia. He doesn’t respond to his surrogate father, and before he can even process what he’s doing, the 17 year old turns and walks back into the house, cerulean blues wide in shock. 

Kensi’s brow furrows when she hears her best friend walk back into the kitchen and says nothing. She looks across the table at his frozen features and begins to worry. “Marty, what’s wrong?”

This gets the attention of the two older women, three pair of eyes now all on him. He wants to say something but his words fail him. All he can do is turn towards the hall and watch the marine  walk down the hallway, that’s when he suddenly notices the reason for the crutches.

Kensi’s and the mom’s eyes follow his, it takes a few seconds but slowly Donald steps into view. The resounding gasps fill the room, none of them able to process what’s happening before them.

“Hi...it took me awhile but I finally made it.”

No one says a word, but each set of eyes look the man up and down, stopping their gaze when they realize the reason for his crutches.

“Oh my god, Don, what happened to your leg?” Roberta’s lips work faster than what her brain can process, the words spilling out of her like its the most reasonable question to ask.

Marty’s eyes go wide in shock, before her sending a pointed glare.“Mom!” 

“What?”

Before anything else can be said the marine’s eyes follow the length of his body, eventually coming to a stop where his left leg once was. “Oh my god!”

Marty can’t help but crack a smile, his attention flying to his best friend trying to gage her reaction and get some sort of semblance as too what she may be feeling. The small smile and huff of laughter that emanates from her gives him his answer. 

Shaking herself out of her daze, the 14 year old jumps out of her chair, running over to her father and carefully wrapping him a death gripping hug. 

“Hey, he came home.”

Her story may have a happy ending but it was that month and a half that still weigh on her mind. “I know, but its just those 6 weeks and...”

“I know, baby. I know.” And he does. Just like before they found out Don was alive, he’d give anything to take this pain away from his girl.

Once given the okay to go, the pair make their way towards the SRX and just as he expected, she hops in the passenger side leaving him to drive. That’s when he realizes this is one of those days that only has one solution. Quickly pulling out his phone, he shoots off a quick text knowing exactly what she needs.

••••

Every once and awhile the shaggy blonde catches himself taking a look at her. She must be more lost in thought than he assumed because she doesn’t notice him miss the exit to her apartment and continue on towards Malibu until they’re pulling into the parking lot. “How about some tacos at the beach?”

“Sure, I guess.” She shrugs. 

As the SUV pulls to a stop, Marty’s eyes find the lone figure about 100 feet in front of them. 

Noticing he hasn’t made a move to get out yet, Kensi’s brow furrows and follows his line of sight. As soon as her eyes land on what he’s staring at her heart fills with even more love for him than she ever thought was possible. She feels the tears pool in her eyes, her hand finds the his neck, pulling her surprised fiancé’s lips towards hers in a kiss emotional passionate kiss. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

A smile rises to her lips as she places another kiss to his lips before hopping out of the SUV, gaining attention from the man on the bench. The older brunette stands up as quickly as he can and starts heading towards the junior agent. 

When he received a discreet text from his surrogate son, the former marine dropped everything he was doing and headed to the beach. It wasn’t an emergency, which is always a relief but considering there wasn’t much to the text that alone told him she was dealing with something.

As he slowly walks towards her, he outstretches his arms, leaving Kensi to all put collapse into his arms. “Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

The detective watches on as the pair embrace, it breaks his heart knowing that she’s still dealing with the turmoil of thinking she lost her father for years now. He’s tried to help her get through it, her parents have tried, but one thing Kensi Blye is good at, it’s not forgiving herself. 

After a few minutes the pair pulls back, giving Marty the chance to get in his own hug with his surrogate father. “How you doing, son?”

“Better now that she’s better.”

The older man notices a change in the younger man’s gaze towards his daughter. And then when she sends Marty a teary-eyed smile, wrapping her arms around him in thanks, it suddenly hits him. They’re together. 

[amelialincoln]

So Close

(I know this timeline doesn't made sense but oh well)

Amelia sat in the stiff, plastic chair in the waiting room of the OB/GYN floor, her fingertips gracing the underside of the small bump that had formed over the last couple weeks as her second trimester progressed. Link was late, as always. Probably jogging through the corridors of some random floor of the hospital. His ability to get lost in a hospital he’d been working at for the last three years was almost admirable. Sometimes she’d find him wandering through vacant stairwells and poking his head into random offices, completely disoriented and probably holding a string of patients up. She did enjoy when he’d get lost on the neuro floor because it meant that she’d probably get a short visit if he managed to find her under the pile of paperwork that had formed since Edwards had left. Her fellow had always taken care of that type of stuff. Amelia had completely forgotten how to function without her. She glanced at the clock again.

“Hey!” Link’s voice snapped her out of her daze and she glanced up to find him leaning on the doorframe of the waiting room.

“Hi,” she breathed, giving him a nervous smile before focusing behind him on the cheesy poster that outlined some medical miracle about a set of triplets that were supposed to not have made it out of utero. She found herself shuddering at the thought.

“You okay?” Links brows were knit together in concern and he quickly closed the space between them. “You look worried.”

“I just have this pit in my stomach,” she responded, staring at the ground and trying to physically shake off the feeling that she’d woken up with that morning. “I feel like something is wrong.”

“Like nauseous?” Link was trying to understand, he’d noticed the change in behavior as they’d woken up that morning but had been late for work and wasn’t able to check in on her. She shook her head in response, interlocking her fingers together at the curve of her stomach. Link was about to question further when he was interrupted by the sound of their names being called into Carina’s examination room

“She’ll be in shortly." The nurse smiled softly, as she closed the door gently behind her. Link held out his hands to his girlfriend as she awkwardly hoisted herself up onto the reclined chair.

“Moving much today?” He asked, trying to distract her from whatever she was in deep thought about. Amelia shook her head, surprising him.

“They’ve been pretty still.” Link had finally been able to feel a kick a couple of days ago and was still completely mesmerized by the idea. The flutters had started a little while before, shocking her at first because it was something that she never actually experienced with Christopher, despite the tricks her mind had played on her.

“Ciao,” Carina greeted them as she entered the chilly examination room and slid into the swivel chair beside the ultrasound machine. “Good to see you guys again. How are we feeling? Eighteen weeks now, yes?” Amelia nodded, Link could tell she was nervous as she swallowed uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong, Mia?” He said aloud, receiving a look of confusion from Carina. He wrapped his warm hands around her cold ones and could tell that she was on the verge of tears.

“Everything’s probably fine,” she shook her head uneasily as Carina and Link hesitated in silence. Finally she picked up the light blue bottle of ultrasound gel and spread it over her stomach carefully. “Can we get this over with? I have surgery and I still need to get lunch or Link will attack me for not eating enough.” She tried to smile at him but he could tell that she was internally freaking out. When he didn’t return her enthusiasm she looked away, fixating on the ultrasound which had just whirled to life. Carina expertly guided the wand around Amelia’s abdomen before glancing at the couple worriedly. Amelia felt as though time stood still when the obstetrician bit her lower lip and turned the monitor slowly out of their view. Link’s grip on her hand loosened and he muttered something incoherent in confusion. He didn’t understand what that meant or what was going on like she did. He didn’t know that the way Carina was staring at that screen meant that something was undoubtedly wrong. She wouldn’t either if she hadn’t experienced that same look before, worn on her best friend as she delivered Amelia the news that resulted in one of the worst days of her life.

“What’s wrong with them?” She finally broke the silence. “What’s wrong with our babies?”

“I should get a second opinion,” Carina finally responded, tearing her eyes away from the screen and looking at the anxious couple. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t understand.” Link felt like he was a million miles away and that everyone in the room knew something he didn’t.

“What do you think it is?” Amelia found the words slipping out of her mouth before she decided if she even wanted to know the answer.

“TTTS,” Carina replied, hoping to god that she didn’t have to spell it out for them. The way Amelia recoiled made it obvious that she didn’t have to. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Which one is weaker?” Amelia asked so fast that Link had barely processed Carina’s response.

“The girl,” the OB replied, glancing at the heart beat once again to confirm before nodding.

“Have you done the procedure?” Her pregnant co-worker’s voice was as fragile as a china doll.

“Dr. Robbins is the only one who has successfully completed multiple solos in North America,” Carina forced herself to continue. “She’s overseas at a conference. Wouldn’t be able to make it to Seattle until tomorrow night if she got on a plane immediately.” She could tell that her male co-worker was in a daze, trying to understand what the pair were even talking about while also stealing nervous glances at girlfriend.

“I need to call Addison, can you just give us a second?” The neurosurgeon begged. Carina nodded, stepping out of the room and thanking god she could finally breathe again. Amelia picked up her phone with shaky hands and found Addison’s name almost immediately, willing for her ex sister-in-law to pick up.

“Amelia, what?” Link’s voice made it evident that he had finally made the connection that something was wrong.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” she willed her voice to stay level. “Addie?”

“Hey, Amy!” Addison’s voice was light and cheerful as were most of her friends who lived in L.A.

“Have you done a twin endoscopic laser ablation?” She found herself blurting out, not knowing if she had the mental ability to engage in small talk. Link had gone so white she thought he might pass out beside her.

“I’ve watched a couple and assisted on a couple when I was working under Kypros in the U.K.” Addison’s voice was suddenly solemn. “Why, do you have a friend?” The phone’s static crackled as Amelia tried to find a way to put everything into words. “Amy...no.”

“Yeah,” her voice cracked into a million pieces and Link regained enough composure to tug her into what he hoped was a comforting embrace.

“I’m getting on a plane,” Addison’s voice rang clear, loud enough for Link to understand. “We’re going to fix this. I’ll read every article there is to read on my flight and we’ll fix this, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Link wasn’t known to get aggressive but it took everything he had not to punch a hole in the wall of the room that the couple was frozen in after finally learning the seriousness of the position they were in.

“Even if the surgery is successful, it’s rare that the donor twin will survive,” Amelia added numbly, as Link led her into an on-call room.

“Addison’s going to come,” Link didn’t know what else to say, “and she’s going to figure this out.” He guided her onto the bed and allowed her to burrow her head into the crook of his neck. He undid the clasp to the bra that she’d been complaining was getting too small for weeks now and placed it beside them gently. It was the fact that she was silent that worried him the most. There were hardly any secrets or hidden passive aggression in their relationship. Everything on Amelia’s mind was almost immediately blurted out and he was barely ever kept in the dark about how she was feeling. “Do you want to talk?” He asked, not knowing what else to say. Amelia shook her head, closing her eyes and letting out a long shaky exhale. Link sighed, dropping his hand into her hair and massaging her scalp gently.

“Feels good,” she mumbled, her hands travelling over her stomach. She wanted to pray to god that they were both okay but she was trying to push every thought that entered her mind away. She knew about the syndrome enough to know that if one had died the other one would follow quickly, their little blood supply completely interconnected. She glanced up to find Link’s eyes teary, so deep in thought that it seemed like he was a million miles away. “Do you understand what’s going on now?” She found herself asking but in no way wanted to explain it to him.

“My mom was pregnant with twins,” Link’s voice was soft, “After me. Something went wrong.” His brow was furrowed, as if he was trying to remember the event that had happened years ago.

“Oh,” Amelia replied. “I’m sorry.”

“I was too young to really remember.” Link shook his head. “Is this genetic? Is this my fault?” He looked at her in a way that made it evident that he had begun to blame the entire situation on himself.

“No,” she forced out quickly. “It’s not genetic.” She waited until he relaxed. “It’s not your fault. It's not either of our faults.” That thought had been running through her head since they’d found out the news and she was still trying to convince herself it was true. Link relaxed beside her and pressed his palms into his face. He didn’t like when she saw him cry, she knew that well enough. They stayed that way for what felt like hours, both trying to hold back tears by holding each other instead. Every flutter inside her gave her hope that they were doing okay and every so often she’d press Link’s hand to her abdomen, hoping that he could feel them too.

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Addison, still buzzing from the three iced coffees and adrenaline of practically rolling out of bed on her day off and catching a plane to Seattle, entered the examination room breathlessly. Link was cradling Amelia’s small frame in his arms, whispering something inaudible to her into her hair. It was the type of exchange that physically hurt to watch and she felt frozen in time for a millisecond.

“Hi,” she found herself saying from the doorway. Amelia lifted her head in response and wiped her red, irritated eyes on Link’s scrub top. “I’m so sorry.” Amelia shrugged, Addison could tell she wanted to make some inappropriate and emotionless joke but couldn’t piece anything together.

“Here we go again.” Was all she could manage to say, in a tone that made Addison want to cry herself. Link allowed her enough space to pull Amelia into a hug.

“We should do an ultrasound now. Carina hasn’t filled me in yet. Can you--”

“Last time we checked they were still doing okay,” Amelia interrupted. “Or were still alive, I guess I should say. The donor twin, she’s the girl, her heartbeat was slowing down. The boy's was still beating strong last we checked.”

“Okay,” Addison muttered, picking up the familiar instrument and spreading gel over Amelia’s stomach. “So I don’t have to give you the speech on how the procedure, if done right, should be successful for the recipient twin? We can hope that the girl will survive but the odds are less.” Amelia nodded.

“I remember from when you assisted on the one at St. Ambrose. I think I was living with you at the time. You talked about it at dinner. It was a miracle they both survived.”

“You and your insane memory.” Addison smiled, cupping her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze for support. Amelia held her breath as the machine whirled to life. Addison found their boy’s heartbeat easily before focusing on their baby girl. Amelia glanced up at Link with teary eyes, not wanting to watch as Addison moved the instrument around expertly. Finally the sound of a slow thunder echoed through the room and the pairs entire bodies relaxed a little. “We need to get in there now,” Addison sighed. “No need to book an O.R. and waste time, it’s very minimally invasive. The first one I watched was performed in a practice.” She motioned to one of the nurses, who was waiting outside, to enter the room. “Let’s sterilize the room as best we can. Get Carina in here, she should observe and I need all the equipment now.” The nurse nodded quickly before going to complete Addison’s orders. “I’m going to inject the aesthetic, you’ll feel a little pinch.”

“Relax, babe,” Link said softly, placing a hand on Amelia’s tensed shoulders as Addison snapped a pair of gloves on and picked up the needle.

“Alright, one, two, three,” she muttered quickly as she swiftly inserted the needle and placed a small piece of gauze over the injection site. Amelia winced as the long needle entered her stomach and looked away. Carina appeared in the doorway with the nurse and handed Addison three long instruments. “Alright, Amelia, just look up at the screen for me okay? We’re going to see your babies in just a second.”

“Can you count down again?” The neurosurgeon asked, knowing that Addison was trying to distract her from the large rod she was about to stab into her abdomen.

“You should barely feel it with the anesthetic...but of course,” Addison responded. “Just look at the screen, okay?” She glanced at Link who was looking queasy despite his speciality being one of the goriest. “One, two, three,” she stabbed the sharp end of the rod into the side of Amelia’s baby bump before pushing it in gently and sliding the scope inside. “You see his hand?” Amelia nodded, mesmerized by the image of the screen.

“This is always my favourite part,” Carina interjected. “Seeing the little ones in utero. So peaceful.” Link nodded with his eyes, alike Amelia’s, focused intensely on the screen.

“So now we just have to decipher which blood vessels belong to which baby,” Addison announced, guiding the scope down below their son.

“Can we see her?” Amelia asked.

“Of course,” Addison glanced up at her sister and could tell she was trying to catch a glimpse of the second baby. “You can get a look at her before we pull it out.” Addison and Carina’s voices were hushed as they turned the screen towards each other, deciding which blood vessel belonged to which and not wanting any input from the worried parents. Addison took a deep breath and allowed time to slow. She tried to block out the fact that this wasn’t just any worried mother but it was the person she’d already delivered awful news to once before. After nodding a final time to Carina, she started the laser.

[frenchbreads-writing]

Could I request something for Shinsou who is accepted in the the hero course with a bf who is still in the general course of UA? How would they handle the drastic change of Hitoshi changing courses? (or just any Shinsou insert tbh of this isn't anything you're really feeling atm) ❤️ love your writings

Day of Surprises|{Shinsou Hitoshi}

I tried going for the first idea but all of my ideas came out so sad for some reason😔

So I hope this is okay and that you don’t mind🥺

Also

479 FOLLOWERS.. ALMOST 500!? I didn’t even notice I want to thank you all I’m so glad you like what I write!! I love you guys so much and I hope you’ll stick around to watch me improve and keep making content for you all!💖💖

I hope you enjoy💖

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Male Reader

Words: 1.7k (1,753)

Warning(s): Injuries, Badly written villain encounter

Requests: Closed

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You stared at the ticking clock from behind the convenience store counter.

2 hours to go until your shift is over.

You covered your face and groaned. The store had been practically empty all day with only a handful of other teenagers popping in for a minute for snacks and other various things.

“(Y/N)?”

You jumped and turn around.

It was the store’s owner standing there. A short woman in her 40s with a permanent soft smile on her face.

“What’s got you so antsy today? You seem like you’re ready to bolt.”

You smiled.

“I have my first date with my boyfriend today after work.”

She smiled fondly.

“A first date is very important.”

You blushed and looked away.

“Yeah, I want to make it nice for him since it’s his first date too.”

The manager glanced at the clock and hummed.

“Well, the shop has been rather quiet today.”

She turned to you and smiled.

“I do suppose I can run the store myself until your coworker gets here.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you faced her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded and smiled.

“You’re a nice young man and you really help me a lot around here so I don’t mind letting you off early.”

You beamed before rushing to grab your stuff and clock out.

“I owe you one!”

You shouted as you rushed out.

As you jogged your way through the train station you pulled out your phone and proceeded to call Hitoshi.

The phone rang for a moment before you hear your boyfriend’s groggy voice answer the phone.

“Good morning Toshi how was your nap?”

You hear shifting and a groan before he speaks.

“It was good, are you on break?”

You pass through the ticket gates and walk to your platform.

“Yeah, the shop’s pretty crazy today for some reason.”

He hummed.

“Where are we going today?”

“I was hoping we could go to the mall and maybe to that new cafe that opened there a few weeks ago.”

“Sounds good to me.”

A yawn sounds from the other side.

“Toshi if you want to go back to sleep you can, I have to get back soon anyway.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you when you get here, bye.”

“Bye.”

The line clicked and you rushed into the train and await your destination.

When the train stopped you hopped out and headed home to change.

Unlocking and pushing your way inside the door you slipped off your shoes and made your way to your room.

You immediately went to your closet and began to brainstorm on what to wear. It was a casual date to the mall so nothing too fancy. Though everything you put together didn’t seem to be good enough.

Hitoshi had the same issue.

When you had called he wasn’t in bed at all. He was actually getting ready for the date.

He was rooting around his closet for what seemed to be forever. All of his outfits didn’t feel right for a date.

It’s been over an hour after your phone call and he wanted to surprise you at work but he couldn’t choose what to wear.

After picking up what felt to be the millionth article of clothing he thought.

’Screw it.’

And changed into the set of clothes he held in his hands.

He wore a plain black shirt with a purple jacket over it and a pair of ripped jeans.

It wasn’t the worst outfit he could’ve chosen so he’ll take that as a win.

He checked his phone.

’45 minutes left, enough time to get to his store before he gets off.’

Hitoshi quickly stuffed his keys and wallet into his pockets as he made his way to the front door.

Shouting a goodbye to his parents he opened the door. But he immediately froze when he caught sight of you frozen mid knock.

“Uh hey.”

“(Y/N) I thought you were at work?”

You rubbed the back of your neck and chuckled.

“Yeah I was able to leave early and I wanted to surprise you so um, surprise?”

Hitoshi smiled.

“Do you need anything else before we go?”

He shook his head and held out his hand. You took it, your larger hand enveloping his and with that, the two of you began on your way to the mall.

The two of you hadn’t had lunch yet. So after arriving at the mall the two of you immediately went straight to the food court. The two of you each got a simple snack to eat while walking around.

You visited a few stores, goofing around buying cute things. Like a matching set of fluffy cat socks, you insisted that you bought so the two of you could match.

The two of you were sitting on a bench when Hitoshi saw merch of your favorite hero through the window of a shop. So he excused himself with the excuse of using the restroom and walked away towards the store.

You had already bought him so much stuff that he had taken an interest in so he needed to get you at least something no matter how small it was.

He had paid and grabbed the bag his gift was in when a scream came from behind him followed by the sound of the shop’s window being shattered and a loud crash.

Hitoshi spun on his heel and witnessed the cause of the destruction. A trash can was embedded into the wall opposite from the shattered window.

He ran outside and there was more chaos.

Objects floating and slamming into walls and stores, some people already injured and being carried away by other civilians.

He needed to find you and make sure you were okay.

He ran in the direction you were going last.

The villain was standing in the center of the chaos, objects of varying sizes around them being lifted and thrown.

Even with objects almost hitting him Hitoshi still cried out your name and continued looking around frantically for any sign of you.

He didn’t have to look for long when someone shouted.

“Oh god, what’s that kid doing?”

His head snapped where the person was pointing to see you charging towards the villain.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?!”

Hearing Hitoshi’s voice made you pause and look over at him.

But as you look to your boyfriend you didn’t notice the display case being hurled at you.

“Look out!”

You looked and only had enough time to put your arms up to cover your face.

The case shattered and sent you flying backward until you landed sprawled out on the ground.

“Shit!”

Shinsou immediately began running to you.

He needed to get you and get away from there and wait for the actual heroes to come.

You groaned as you sat up placing a hand on your head the air was also knocked out of you from your rough landing.

It hurt but if it wasn’t for your quirk it would’ve hurt more.

“(Y/N)!”

You looked to see Hitoshi running to you.

He was so focused on you that he didn’t notice the villain dragged a nearby truck from outside and begin aiming it at him.

You noticed though and used a nearby wall to brace yourself as you climbed to your feet.

“Hitoshi, watch out!”

He gasped and his foot snagged on a piece of the ground that had been jutting out.

He looked up to see the truck heading towards him.

His mind blanked all he could do was close his eyes and press himself against the cold surface of the wall behind him.

But the pain never came. Instead, the sound of crunching metal and cracking concrete next to his head was all he heard.

Hitoshi cracked his eyes open to meet your worried gaze. He looked over your shoulder and saw your hand buried in the bumper of the now destroyed truck sitting behind you.

“-Toshi? Hitoshi!”

He jumped and looked at you.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you’re okay, here.”

You wrenched your hands from the holes you made and dusted them off before offering a hand to him.

He stared at your hand for a moment before grabbing it.

You hoisted him up with ease but as soon as Hitoshi’s feet hit the ground he cried out and stumbled into you.

“What’s wrong?”

Hitoshi winced and lifted his right foot off of the ground.

“My ankle, it hurts.”

You knelt and rolled his pant leg up to reveal that his ankle was red and starting to swell.

He must’ve twisted it when he tripped. You thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head.

You stood up and hooked an arm under his knees and simply picked him up princess style.

He yelped and clung to your shirt.

“I’ve got you now, let’s get out of here the heroes should be coming soon.”

And just as you said that the pro hero Kamui woods showed up.

“See? Perfect timing.”

You took off towards the mall’s exit with Hitoshi in your arms.

A while after the mall incident and getting checked by a paramedic getting Hitoshi’s ankle wrapped the two of you sat on a train. Your arm around Hitoshi’s shoulders and his head resting against your chest.

“Hey Toshi, sorry our date was ruined. I wasn’t even able to get you a gift since I dropped our stuff back there.”

“It’s fine I had a good time, minus the whole villain attacking the mall part.”

You smiled at him and were about to resume resting your head on his when he jolted up.

“Wait, hold on I almost forgot.”

He shoved his hand in his pocket and rooted around for a moment before pulling out a crumpled receipt and something shiny.

“I uh got us matching keychains, I managed to swipe them before we left.”

You took the keychain from his hand. It was a charm of a small black cat. It was a little scuffed but other than that it was okay.

You chuckled and pulled out your set of keys hooking the keychain onto it.

“Perfect.”

He blushed and looked away rubbing the back of his neck.

He wordlessly placed himself back into your side and placed his head on your chest.

You hooked your arm around his shoulders and gently pulled him closer.

Your first date will always be a rather memorable moment in your relationship. But now you can schedule even better dates. Ones without villains.

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[herohotline]

“Why Would You Want Me?”

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso/You

Summary: Telling the story of how you and Hitoshi became friends, how he doesn’t know how to deal, and how you fall for him anyways.

Word Count: 2,300+

A/N: i kinda went fuckin OFF on this one. Hopefully, yall like all the small things i put in!

Boredom. 

That’s what Shinso felt most days- boredom and a constant ache in his jaw that begged him to yawn. There’s another feeling there, lingering around the back of his mind that makes him drag his feet and look at the tile when he walks in crowded hallways. It’s something similar to depression, and if that’s what it is- he supposes it was only a matter of time. 

He knows better than anyone else that he’s playing a part in his own apathetic and withdrawn behavior. Shinso knows that life could- would- be better than this if he tried a little harder, but he couldn’t find the effort in him to do so. 

His heart yearns for the life of a hero. But his mind? It’s so stuck in his own misery that he can’t do a thing other than continue to go to classes he’s too smart for and talk to people he borderline hates.

But then there’s you- and you’re a big fat question mark in Shinso’s life. You’re quiet and reserved, much like him, but there’s a light in your eyes that his own lack. This is General Studies, so he doesn’t even know your quirk- but he’s sure that you know his. Everyone does. 

Everyone hates him. He’s sure that you do, too. So he pays you no mind and goes on with his day, each one just as boring as the last- at least that’s what he tries to do. 

You take the first initiative- you actually talk to him. He’s vaguely aware that a group project has been assigned in the class, but he usually doesn’t pay it any mind since no one ever dares to pair up with him. But you hold out your hand and introduce yourself in such a normal way that he can’t help but look at you strangely. 

“What?” He asks you, purposefully. It’s practically a challenge. Would you answer him, take the chance of him hijacking your head? Or would you run away like everyone else?

You don’t even stutter or hesitate. “I said I’d like to be your partner. I think we’d do a good job.” Your hand goes back to your side once you realize he isn’t going to shake it. “Will you be my partner?”

Of course he doesn’t use his quirk on you- he never does. Shinso continues to stare at you as if you’re going to change your mind at any second and turn around. You don’t- so he does the only thing he can do in a situation like this. 

“Alright.”

He agrees. 

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“Why’d you talk to me?” Shinso asks one day during your study session together for the project. The two of you sat quietly in the library, a board on the table you shared that you taped pretty blue paper on. 

“I needed a partner,” you don’t even spare him a glance. “And I was sick of you looking like that.”

He doesn’t even know what you mean but he frowns, offended. “Like what?”

“Like you’d rather die than spend another second in that classroom,” you purse your lips as you look at your handiwork, leaning back with a concentrated hum. You stick out your hand and wiggle your fingers- subconsciously he hands you the stickers. “You always look like that. I can take a good guess as to why, so I thought I’d do the least I could do and not leave you alone.”

“So you asked me out of pity?”

“Pretty much, yeah. What do you think?” You finally look at him, pointing at the board. Shinso squints at you, looking absolutely disgusted. 

“It looks like a second-grader put it together.”

“Fuck you, man!” You immediately shout at him, not even considering the fact that you’re both in a library. 

Shinso finds that he loves your blunt and carefree personality. No one has ever told him to fuck off in a library before- and he finds that he likes the way it makes him snort and laugh right in your face. 

---

Together, you earn the first non-perfect score Shinso has ever made since entering U.A. He should be upset, but he’s not. Especially since you continue to talk to him even after the assignment is done. 

He likes that you stick around, that you never hesitate to answer his questions, and that you never let him off the hook. You’re always calling him out- it’s small things like forgetting to bring a lunch and letting his hair grease up from not taking a shower- small things that show you care about him at least a little bit. 

You care about him enough to nag, so inevitably, Shinso finds himself caring about you, too. 

---

The two of you hang out in your dorm when classes aren’t scheduled. You tried hanging out in Shinso’s once, but it was so ‘boring’ to you that you just went to yours instead- Shinso really didn’t care either way. Most of the time you play games on your TV as Shinso read some of your comics. It was a nice, relaxing downtime that he never had before, so even though you both don’t talk he thinks that’s okay. 

You’re playing another dumb otome game today, something Shinso never fails to roll his eyes at you for as he pretends to throw up. You promptly tell him to go fuck himself as you keep dating the flashy, dramatic anime men on screen. 

“Who’s your favorite?” He finally finds it in himself to ask. There’s a reason you like these games, right? 

“Haru, hands down. I would gladly ride him and he would thank me afterward because he’s fucking gentlemanly like that.”

“You’re disgusting,” Shinso grows a look of disgust and sits himself down next to you, looking at the screen with a scowl. “Is that him?”

“No, this is Maru. He’s okay, I guess. I’m just trying to get achievements.”

“...Do they all have the same name like that?”

“...Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“Look, this is a judgment-free zone, okay!” You flush in embarrassment and Shinso grins- a Cheshire cat sort of grin. “This is Haru.”

The first thing he notices is Haru’s wavy, purple hair. His eyes widen and he can’t help but ask, “really?” 

“No, I’m absolutely fucking with you. This one is Taru.” 

He doesn’t hesitate to grab the pillow beside him and smack you upside the head with it as you cackle loudly at him. This time, he’s the one who’s red in the face, but he supposes he deserves it. 

---

It’s another off day, and Shinso should be heading to your room any minute now, but he doesn’t. 

He’s fresh from the shower, his hair still wet and dripping as he stands in the middle of his room. An odd, strange, and intense feeling drapes over him like a thick blanket and suddenly Shinso doesn’t want to go anywhere. He doesn’t want to get dressed, doesn’t want to eat and he sure as hell doesn’t want to go and see you.

Some part of Shinso really believed that this hard part was over, but things weren’t ever that easy. He doesn’t even register falling down on his bed and crawling under the covers, his body does it on its own, gladly embracing the empty feeling that came rushing back in tidal waves. 

He doesn’t see you that day- and you don’t come knocking on his door to see if anything’s wrong. You don’t say anything at all and somehow that makes the awful ache in his chest so much tighter. 

---

Depression is like that- acting like it’s not there never fixes it. The next day, Shinso slowly gets out of bed. He doesn’t eat and he’s late to class, but at least he’s there so that counts in his book. You’re there, watching him as he makes his way to the seat and slumps against it- he ignores you completely. 

When the first two classes end and it’s lunch period, you make your way to his desk and gently ask him what’s wrong. It irks Shinso for a reason he can’t quite place. Nonetheless, he assures you that he’s fine.

Why should you care?

Maybe you don’t. Maybe that’s why you walk away from him, leaving him alone in the empty classroom. Shinso’s fists tighten on his desk, nails biting into his palms in crescent shapes, and his jaw clenches. 

Of course you don’t care. 

---

“Hey.”

Shinso’s body doesn’t move and he doesn’t look up, but he can tell that it’s you standing next to him again. A loaf of bread and a bowl of stew is placed on his desk. 

“Have you eaten at all today?”

He doesn’t answer. 

“Are you okay?”

Silence. 

“...Why are you doing this?” He hears you sigh and then you sit on the desk next to him, leaning your elbows on your knees as you try to look at him. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

“Why do you care?” Shinso’s eyes burn holes into the bread on his desk. It’s going to leave crumbs and grease.

“Because we’re friends, and I care about my friends. You know that we’re friends, right?” 

Don’t do this. Don’t ruin this.

It’s a small voice in his head- he supposes it’s his conscience. 

“I know,” he barely whispers. “I just don’t want to talk.”

“...Okay,” you nod and lean back, crossing your legs. “I won’t talk. Eat your food, though. You’ll feel a bit better.”

Shinso does it- and he hates that you’re right. The funk in his head isn’t fully gone, but the rest of the day flows easier thanks to the energy the food gave him. 

He’ll have to thank you later. 

---

“I’m sorry.”

It takes a few days, but eventually, Shinso comes knocking on your door with the best apology he can manage. 

It’s totally lame, but he means it. 

“It’s okay,” you let him in your room and close the door behind you and he notices how your eyes look him up and down. “I’m glad you’re doing better.”

“I’m glad I’ve passed your cleanliness test,” he shrugs. He did try to put on some clean clothes before he saw you- though he was tempted to stay in the dirty ones just so he could hear you nag. “...It’s just a funk. Comes every so often. I’m not… used to having friends.” It’s the best explanation he can offer. 

“I’m not, either, you know,” You smile at him gently. It makes his stomach flutter, and it’s kind of sickening, but Shinso supposes it’s a better feeling then what he was experiencing before. “I know it’s difficult… But I’m here for you.”

Shinso smiles, too. Because- deep down, despite the depression that skews his view on the world every so often- he knows that you’re telling the truth. 

“...Do you wanna play games?”

“Hell yeah.”

---

About a week after that, you do something completely unexpected. 

You confess. 

“You know… I was lying before.” There’s a noticeable red tint to your cheeks as you look up at the ceiling, directly away from Shinso. “That boy in the game before was actually Haru.”

“...The purple haired one?”

“Yeah.”

His eyebrows furrow together. 

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I was embarrassed!” You yell at him, and he thinks yeah, obviously. “Because I play dumb otome games and it’s weird. And I totally crushed on Haru because he looks like you.”

Oh.

“This is a really weird way of saying I like you.”

Oh.

“You play an otome game with a guy that looks like me because you like me?” He stares at you, and then he unwillingly snorts with a grin. “That’s so sad.”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m saying I like you, you fucking big-headed idiot, don’t change the subject!”

“Right,” Shinso hums. He’s relaxing against some pillows on your bed and he slowly sits up, his shoulders hunched as he stares at the blankets. “Why?”

“Why, what?” You give him an odd look. 

“Why would you…” He huffs through his nose. “Why would you like someone like me, anyway?” 

He feels like a dumb teenage girl in some dumb American movie, twiddling his thumbs on your bed as he wallows in self-doubt and waits for your answer. Shinso isn’t a guy who fishes around for compliments- he just genuinely doesn’t get it. 

Why would you want someone like him?

“Why shouldn’t I?”

Your answer makes him snap his eyes in your direction, wondering if you’re serious. You look like it, and you scoot closer as you take his hand. “I know you don’t think so, but there’s nothing wrong or undesirable about you. You’re a good friend, you make me laugh and you make me happy… And I don’t really control my feelings, you know. It wasn’t my choice to think about kissing a loser like you.”

His face flushes even darker. “You think about kissing me?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, even though you literally just said it. “Do you?”

Hmm. Shinso swallows, his throat feeling awfully dry and he looks down at your hand that’s clasped around his own. He shifts around uncomfortably under your stare. “I dunno,” he mimics you. “Maybe.”

Fuck yeah, he’s thought about it, but he’s not going to directly tell you that. You’d gloat about it for days, he knows you are because you’re just like him and he already knows he’s going to gloat about the fact that you said it. 

“Then, can I kiss you?”

His lips twitch. “Maybe.”

“That’s- that’s not. Dude. I need an answer, here.”

His lips twitch again, forming a grin and he laughs- a flustered small laugh that makes him feel pathetic and embarrassed. “Yeah.”

When your lips meet his, those self-deprecating thoughts melt away. It’s only a second, it’s just a peck- but Shinso licks his lips and finds himself wanting more. “Are you sure?” The boy can’t help but ask- at least he’s looking in your eyes this time. Your beautiful eyes that still have that shine when he first saw you. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” and then you kiss him again.