#but sometimes i am just sitting there thinking. ouch! that’s gotta hurt!

[comradekatara]

Postwar: any particularly amusing situation where Katara becomes even more indignant than usual

okay i know it’s cartoon physics and the cartoon violence is very funny and it’s an iconic scene from an iconic episode and "a girl has her ways" is one of the funniest lines katara ever says, but sometimes i do think about katara somehow running into those two boys she froze to a wall in gaoling for the crime of being kind of rude to aang. when they approach her, based on countless past experiences, she’s expecting them to ask her for either help with a problem or an autograph, but instead they’re like “you’re that crazy girl who froze us to a wall!!! you know we had to wait all day for the ice to thaw, only for us to fall flat on our faces from a considerable height, unable to move or to protect our faces from getting damaged because our limbs were completely frozen?? we got frostbite, pneumonia, concussions, and permanent brain damage from you!! we shattered our teeth and some of our fingers nearly fell off!! you activated chronic autoimmune conditions and shortened both our lifespans considerably!! what do you have to say for yourself after causing us unimaginable pain and ruining both our lives??” and katara just scoffs and goes “well! you deserved it for saying ‘nunya business’ to aang.” and they’re like “okay, but did we???? did we really????” and she’s like “uhhhh….. i was being a #girlboss???” and eventually she offers them free healing sessions and financial compensation but she really digs her heels in at first, claiming that she was just having a hot girl summer and that she shouldn’t be held accountable for her actions as a fourteen year old and that she can’t be a bad person because she’s ontologically Good!!!! and when they’re like “are you sure you’re not pure evil??” it triggers a crisis of identity that lasts a full month. but eventually she just forgets about it and goes back to being the Goodest person who ever lived.

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 5: bonding exercise

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -Fluff- chapter 1

your POV:

through out my time here in hell I have grown accustomed to the musty hot atmosphere of the underworld and the loud mornings of screaming, gun shots, and road rage, its hell after all and there technically isn't any rules. me and angel hang out a lot more, behind his sex jokes and playful demeaner hes a great friend. husk and I are cool I suppose, according to him I'm more tolerable. Nifftys a bit crazy and energetic but I enjoy helping her clean sometimes, but one person that's been on my mind a lot is Alastor. hes always watching me, I catch him staring at me with that weird smile, I wonder if his face hurts from smiling all the time...none of my business what he does I just wish he wasn't so eerie. I was in the lobby this morning when Charlie called us over for a "bonding exercise", seeing everybody gathered in there seats I sit on the couch next to angel, "good morning everybody thank you for comingggg, I would like to have you all here for a little bonding time yayy!!!..." the silence was defiantly loud... "uhm- well I though we could all do something fun like drawing!" standing behind her vaggie comes out with paper, markers, and crayons "oooo colors" niffty giggles "what's does this look like kinder garden?" "angel please try and at least participate" letting out an annoyed grumble he agrees "fineee..." "great! were all going in partners and you will draw each other, that sound fun right!!?" oh no... "charlies with me, husks with angel, and Alastors with y/n, nifftys can uhm..." "oh oh can I be the judge!!!" "sure..." "you gotta be fucken kidding me..." "aww cmon whiskers I'm not that baddd~" walking to there partners I turn to see Alastor sitting on the arm chair looking at me with a wide grin on his face, "fuck me..." I grumble walking over to sit on the floor beside him "well my dear looks like its just me and you" "yeah... me and you" grabbing two pieces of papers and some crayons "I cant even draw..." "oh don't worry I'm sure you will do just fine!" "why am I doing this again..." "cheer up dear this is supposed to be fun after all, I cant be that hard to draw" "yeah your right just need two colors" scribbling on the paper I start at the base of his face, doodling his creepy smile and red hair, looking up I see him studying me curiously "what's the matter, am I hard to draw?" I say smugly "not at all dear your quite easy to draw" ouch, thanks...

Alastors POV:

I never really focused any time on things such as art, yes I can cook and maybe play the piano but drawings not one of my few good skills although ill give it a shot. I would have never guessed I would be sitting here doing one of charlies silly little projects, attempting to draw y/n I look at here for a while, this is the closest I have ever really been next to her, my she really is small it makes me want to squeez her tiny little body, her head could fit in my hand easily. I have noticed a few things while observing her, her ears twitch when she's focused on things like now, her pink bunny nose twitches when she's scared, and her fluffy tail wags when she's exited or annoyed what a strange individual...

your POV:

"ok guys once your done with your drawings you will show them off to your partners!!", as a few minutes pass by I have finished my drawing and well I'm quite disappointed in myself, man I should have taken art class in high school "I finished if your ready to show them" hell no... "I- I'm done but I don't think I wanna... "oh I'm sure its not that bad" giving the drawing one last glance I turn the page I show him the drawing facing away to hide what little dignity I had left. hearing a quiet static buzz noise I look back up seeing him looking at the drawing with a questionable face "I know its badd!!!" "w-well I wouldn't say that dear its just..." "just say its bad!" "its interesting" "well what does yours look like?" turning his page my jaw drops to the floor, what is this creepy deer man not good at "its not my best work but-" "are you kidding me Al this is good!" standing up I grab the drawing, it was in crayon but it looked just like me. pausing I try to tone down my excitement seeing alastor wide eyed from my reaction "I'm glad you like it dear" "what cant you do" "well I did say I was a man of many talents but drawing isn't one of them" "do you uhh mind if I keep this..." "not at all dear~" "you don't have to keep mine you can just throw it-" "nonsense its mine isn't it?" "yes.." "then I will keep it". for once he seemed to have a genuine smile on his face, not some creepy ass smile, its kind of nice...

Alastors POV:

I don't know why but I wanted to keep her silly little drawing, its...cute?. it looks nothing like me but its quite amusing seeing her all embarrassed. I was surprised to see she liked my drawing, her eyes lit up with a small smile on her face, it feels good to know my work is appreciated even in the... strangest things it gives me a sense of pride, I might hang it in my radio tower...

your POV:

looking at everybody else I saw Charlie bouncing on her heels looking at a little doodle vaggie made how cute~, husk made a sloppy doodle of angel and angel just drew himself. niffty was running around looking at others drawings, eventually she got around to ours, climbing on my shoulder she looks at Alastors drawing "ooooOooo you look so cute in the picture!!" I smile a bit "thanks niff" grabbing her off my shoulder I set her down "well that's the end of the exercise, how was it!" "ehh it wasn't to bad" "it was alright" "whatever...im going back to the bar" Charlie puts on a little smile "well do one again next week, maybe we could make cookies together or do all about ME's oh oh!! what about-" "ok hon slow down" "sorry". this was nice, hell isn't that bad, at least not here. better than home...

hey guys!!! I was supposed to release this earlier but I'm a little sick right now from the cold weather but I refuse to let you guys down! I made this chapter a little longer than usual so I hope you guys loved this cute chapter as much as I did, love you guys have a good day/night

-squerlly

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PLS i love u sm can i PLS get a reader patching up jakes wounds PLSSSS i see a lot of these patching up wound tropes for neteyam but none for our beloved jake THANK U HON

patching jake sully up (2009)

a/n: amen to that. respect the original sully, pLEASE / enjoyy 🤍

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jake, jake sully, being the jake sully he is, you often find him with some type of injury :(

boy always find himself in some sort of trouble, but he can’t help it can’t he?

sometimes it’s just a bruise or a scrape on the knee, sometimes he comes home with a FUCKING blood-soaked wound all over his arms or chest.

sighing to yourself as he walked in every time

“jake, for the love of eywa, please, stop putting yourself in danger”

but you can’t stay mad, can you? he got those puppy eyes, awkward giggling, and scratching his neck like he regretted it. (boy, he better be before you whoop his ass)

so basically it all goes like this…

patting the empty area next to you or sometimes you gotta help him walk over to an empty spot

and boy he is heavy ASF man is 10ft tall and expect you to carry him with ease, he better be joking

next is patching up his wounds. probably 90% of the time keeping him shut his mouth

“ow! y/n! please!” “ouch! please- it hurts”

“you better shut your mouth and think of this before you get yourself in trouble”

but being the loving significant other you are, you still care greatly for him 🥺

his favorite position, if his situation isn’t that bad, is for you to sit in his lap and patch him up

if he is laying on the mattress, he loves when you crouch down towards his face and patch him up. even though if you are patching is legs, he will get whiny for you to face him every now and then.

caressing his cheeks if he gets too whiny, and rubbing his head in your embrace

comforting words all. the. time. boy is a crybaby sometimes “squeeze my leg if it hurts too bad”

jake tries his hardest not the hurt your fragile little leg in his grip, but he left some red marks afterwards ;)

he loves staring at your dimly lit face when you patch him up. how you poke your tongue when you are focused, or how your eyebrows scrunched up together.

“why are you doing that?”

“doing what?”

“you know what you are doing, you are staring,” you slightly poked his head with the grinder.

“ow! what was that for? your face is too precious not to stare at, be grateful,” he fake pouted.

“understandable, mr. sully,” you chuckled as he pressed a peck on your lips. “hey! the medicine didn’t dry yet!”

“who cares? your lips are ten times better than it”

you would mumble a quiet apologize every time he hissed out of pain, even though you acted like you are mad at him

he adores how your breath hitched in your throat every time he twitched because of the pain 🥺 he loves how close your breath becomes when your face is near.

man is just obsessed about how he could press his lips against yours without an extra effort, how you are so close to him made his mind spun a million miles away.

his nose is lingered with your scent and it yearns for more and more. oh how he wish he can get drunk in you forever

man is grinning by himself and giggling like a lover boy

man’s a flirt even though he is on his death bead💀

never leaves afterwards if he doesn’t get his kiss kiss, or what he calls it boo boo 🙄

if his situation is too bad and have to stay the night, you will always be there for him 24/7

and jake will 100% definitely take an advantage of that. asking for cuddles 24/7.

when you have to attend other wounds, he will get so whiny and sad :(

sometimes it gets too emotional for you to see him in a situation like this, you just break down crying while patching him up 😭

jake hates to see you like this, especially when he is the cause to make you cry. he will hold you in his arm while you are crying patching him up.

whispering comfort words while he is the one dying here, but it’s jake, guys, what do we expect 😭

“honey, y/n, love, i am fine, i am breathing, okay? help me feel better, aright? no one does it like you,” he whispered in your ears.

“never! e- ever! get yourself t- this bad, again!” you tried to sobbed out each word.

“can’t promise you that, i’ll get ten times worst than this to protect you”

have a great day/night everyone! take care 🤍

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[n0thinjustbeingafangurluwu]

|My Type Of Night|

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Hello my 📯🦵 peeps. Welcome to trying so hard not to be trashy but might be smut reading time But in my very creative Capricorn way!!!!! So just calm down if nothing happens half way through this passage because we like to take things slow. So this is going to be Sensual, Kinky, and sexier than smexy Shrek in this crap. So let's get to the making if my wifi don't glitch and say oh sorry we couldn't save ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ!

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⚠️Warnings⚠️: Nah you're too cool and 📯🦵 for that 👌!

Smut for atinys out there!! Hongjoong edition because he's my favorite!

This creation that hopefully won't be deleted by Tumblr if my bad wifi begins to hate me, is called "My type of Night" which it somewhat is my type of actual night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)!

Also if there are any Grammer mistakes, just know........ I don't really care. Just hopefully you liked this. Enjoy gorgeous hans'!

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Once again like usual, after work you feel exhausted and just want to lie down and rest. But you gotta actually get to your house first. You seen sirens of police cars as you look out your car's window. Just to see yet again police officers cuffing another drug dealer off of the streets. Thank the lord you lived far from that place in a better area where you had someone in your life to hold you and make you feel safer than you may feel while driving home. You had a flash forward of when you got home and it hurt your ass thinking about it. But after it felt good-. You didn't seem to know why it hurt or felt hella good. Or why you even flashed forward. This ain't Ravens Home ((・_・;)-. Still you kept your eyes on the road and tried to think of the best! Something told you there was going to be something spicy going on later when you finally reach home, but the only thing on your mind at that moment was getting home and out of that bad city you worked in............

After what felt like an hour you reach for your home's front door. And just as you suspected, the love of your life Hongjoong was waiting right then and there to give you a "welcome" hug and a peck on the lips.

You began to kiss him back as you close the door behind you. Melting, warmly into each other's soft touch. You two broke away for breaths and finally stopped (luv birds ｡◕‿◕｡). You walked to the kitchen counter to put your purse down. While you were sitting the purse down, Hongjoong gently took your jacket off.

"I see a little someone is a bit excited to finally see me get home!" you said. Hongjoong nodded his head in agreement as he began to hug and leave sweet kisses on your neck.

"I sure am baby, especially because it's sex night!" Hongjoong said with enthusiasm. Your eyes began to widen as you scramble up your thoughts about that situation. *Ouch, I'ma bit sleepy to be honest sometimes when he's done wrecking me I can barely keep my eyes shut without thinking about how big he is and how much pain it's going to be to walk to make breakfast. Am I really sure I don't wanna reschedule? Or just make love without a schedule?*. Your mind continued to ask questions, but your heart responded because it knows you. You just love his d1ck.

"Well honey, I'll let you know when I'm ready. But for now I'll be in the shower freshening up!" you say with a flirty tone. Hongjoong grinned that little famous evil grin of his, and he began to place his hands around your hips. You pushed his hands off and turned around, facing him.

"Now now, my sweet ole' joong. Not yet baby. After I'm done in the bathroom you can touch me wherever you like baby!" you say while he takes you by the chin and pulls you in for a kiss. You thought you were tired, but after that kiss. You reconsidered. You broke away and walked upstairs to the master bedrooms bathroom.

There you took off your clothes one by one. Looking yourself up and down in the body mirror. "Damn I'm short, oh well!" you say with confidence. "Although I'm short, I still got a big fat ass and a heart thats even bigger!" you say firing up yourself. "You smell like city, ew. Let's change that girlie!" you say to yourself.

You hop out of all under garments and throw them into the hamper in the corner of the bathroom. You turn on the shower and hopped in.

The water burned the hell out of you (for meh). "I know I'm cold emotionally, but damn I didn't know that meant literally. I'm burning. It's not that cold in this house!" you said while still burning from the hot water. The water began to seem warm at that point and you began washing up.

"Okay, so wash the pvssy. Go under the folds. Obviously clean your boobs because Hongjoong loves them. And don't wash your hair because it doesn't need washing....." you say for a second and begin to think. "Nope, I'm washing my hair. He needs something soft to hold on to while fvcking me. And it needs to smell good too!". you say as you reach for the flower smelling shampoo.

--------------------smexy time( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)-------------------

It's getting a bit hard to breathe as you shave the rest of the hair off of your legs (I'm secretly big foot when it comes to the hair on my legs). You feel pressured, but you would do anything for your man. So it didn't bother you that much. You finally finished shaving the sasquatch hairy legs you have and are now really to face a bigger challenge than shaving your legs.......... Preparation time!!!!

This type of sh1t here was like prepping on a cooking show with Gordon Ramsay. The food had to look it's best and it had to look delicious. Since he's going to be eating you out, might as well make yourself taste good. *Put some salt and pepper on this pvssy* you thought, laughing! You want Hongjoong's mouth to be watering when he sees you walk down those stairs in the lingerie. And you don't wanna hear when he doesn't look happy, "Ah you donut!" from the mini Gordon Ramsay inside of your head!

"Remember prep yourself like you are cooking in front of the donut himself, Gordon Ramsay!" you say as encouragement. "Make this pvssy look tasty, make him want more!" you say out loud with pride. Hongjoong loves your bare face, so you tend to only wear lip stick. So you can make your mark while kissing him, make yourself feel powerful in the hands of someone at the end of the day who is always going to fvck you clumsy.

You sprayed on that one smelling perfume that actually smells good near your couchie and mouth and breast. "I'm done, chef!" you say out loud sounding crazy. But you can hear mini Gordon Ramsay in your mind tell you that it is taste testing time. You act out your bad gurl walk down the stairs and your rock that cute AF lingerie. Hongjoong who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, eyes turned big and yes! His mouth is now a water fall. He is a water sign after all (• ▽ •;).

"Oh fvck, you look hot as hell!" Hongjoongs said, mouth still watering. He looked you up and down and just couldn't help himself anymore. He pressed his wet lips onto yours and made his way into your mouth. So rough, yet so hot. You grabbed his hair and held on tight. Your couchie was dripping wet (girl you got out the shower like two seconds ago (๑•﹏•). He grabbed you by your legs and picked you up and walked you towards the counter where he put you down lightly as he began to find his sneaking fingers up to where your panties are. He dragged them down and threw them wherever. He didn't care are this point. He spread your legs hungrily. And smelling the perfume only made him more hornier. He was giving big d1ck energy. He was born with it, he's a Scorpio 🦂.

He kissed around the sensitive skin near your clit, and licked around it. "Oh stop teasing, you want this pvssy. So eat it!" you say grabbing Hongjoong's head and pulling him towards your v@gina.

He took his finger and began thrusting over and over again quickening his pace then going slow. While he lapped his wet tongue over your sensitive parts of your pvssy.

"Ahhh!" you moan. "Damn, aaauhhuhh. You got me moaning like CupCakke. Oh I love this feeling. I wish this could be every night!" you say as your face contorts into pleasure.

Just as you thought he couldn't make this any more better than it already was, he began sucking your clit. Now that's where it went down!

"Oh shit, aauurhhhh!!!" you moan. You look down at Hongjoong and he really seems to be getting so comfortable while eating you out. It made your heart flutter. Knowing you made him happy, and mini Gordon Ramsay in your head happy too!

It felt like a big ass explosion happened in your couchie because damn that was a powerful as orgasm. You did everything when riding out your high, you bucked them hips, your legs almost flew off your torso. Good thing Hongjoong is a strong cutie because he kept them grounded. And damn did you moan. I bet all the neighbors in the entire neighborhood heard that. You did hear a dog bark though, so must be.

"Oh my princess. You liked that baby?" hongjoong asked with soft yet hungry eyes.

"Hell yes, but what would be even better than just your tongue and fingers? Your big as c0ck! And let's go to our room upstairs, I bought a few things for us to try!" You say already running up the stairs. You almost fell because your couchie is still throbbing, but Hongjoong held you up.

"So what did you wanna show m-" Hongjoong's jaw hit the floor (not literally lol) as he saw you open a case of whips and sex toys.

"Yes baby, I know you like this type of sh1t (bdsm). So let's try it. Love making ain't about the action, it's about the love right. So let you show me how much you love me by how hard you're going to fvck me tonight!" you say as you drag a few whips and paddles out of the box.

"Okay, princess gone wild. This is to the max, I love it! Let's do it!!" He says excited, c0ck harder than the Rocks bald head.

"First, let me try a little something on you" you say while taking an male vibrator and springing free Hongjoong's c0ck so you can use it on him.

You didn't need lube, why? Because you had enough in your mouth. You spit on his tip as he moans. You out the vibrator to his tip and turn it on.

You kitten lick his dick, while the vibrator does what a vibrator does best............vibrate (lol)!

His moans become louder as you turn it on a higher level. And take short breaks from it, just to suck his d1ck. Then you place it back on his tip and continue the process.

"Ahhh, yes. Mmmmm fuck. I love you Y/N!" Hongjoong moans as he reaches for your hair. Soft and ready for pulling. You take his digit into your mouth and all the way to the back of your throat.

Right before he spews out his magic white stuff thats the ingredient for babies, you stop. Leaving him almost at his high.

"Why did you stop babe? Dick too big for yah now?"

"No, because I want you to come inside of me. Not my throat. I want babies!" you say with a smirk.

Hongjoong:"╏ ” ⊚ ͟ʖ ⊚ ” ╏"

"It's not going to be bad honey, we are old enough honey!" you say.

"Alrighty, always wanted a little me! Let's do it. And that means I finally get to feel what a creampie is!" Hongjoong said with enthusiasm!

"Alrighty, now get the whip. If I want a baby, I'm getting one with a big enough orgasm to shake my body. Whole body baby!" you say getting ready to get an punishment just because your horny AF!

Hongjoong grabs a paddle and whip and pulls you by the ass. Like you said before, you have a big ass. So hongjoong was going to most definitely find pleasure in turning your butt brighter/darker tone than it was before (depending on readers skin tone, everyone's included)!

"I love you, this is a dream come true! I finally get to try out bdsm!" Hongjoong says with a red face.

"You know what else may be a dream come true? If you punish me and fuck me into the mattress, and give me a baby! That will be my dream. I know I may sound picky baby. But I'm so needy. I'm so horny!!!" You say. You finally began to quiet down once you felt that whip hit your left ass cheek.

"Oh my!" you say with a smirk. You loved it already. This was also your type of s€x.

"You like that baby?" hongjoong asked trying to see if he needed to stop for you. You knew exactly how to get him turned on to the maximum with just a few words.

"Ahh, yes daddy!" you say with a smirk. And you began to think afterwards that was a mistake because he had to carry you downstairs in the morning. Your uterus hurt so bad it felt like period pain, but once you find out you're pregnant.....most definitely won't be feeling period pains. But that pregnancy will hurt.

Back in present times-

Hongjoong continued to hit your ass with the whip and one of the wooden paddles, with the word thot on it. I mean you don't take insults, but you do take pain. And that's what you both are loving about this. You are screaming for more and loving it, while Hongjoong is getting horny AF just by hearing you flirt with him and wiggle that azz of yours when he stops hitting it.

Just when you yet again think that the sexual pleasure you feel currently was going to be enough, you were wrong. Hongjoong asked you to wet up his dick and you knew exactly what was coming after that. Pain and Pleasure!!!

"Okay daddy" you say as you spit on Hongjoong's big c0ck. He loves when you spit on his thing, for some reason he just loves it. You like it to, that's why you love doing it to him.

Hongjoong grabbed his phone and searched up sex positions for deep penetration. You didn't expect that move, but afterwards you didn't care because that was the best!

He choose five-

1. Cow girl

2. Reverse cow girl

3. Missionary

4. Doggystyle

5. Flat iron

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Hongjoong lifted you up and put you on top of him while he lied down. He wanted you to tie his hands to the head board and you were already getting the leather while he was asking.

"Okay baby, so I can do anything I want to you. Isn't that what bdsm is. Pain?" you ask worried if you won't be able to show your freaky side.

"No, you can do whatever you think turns you on. We are soulmates baby. What ever you like I like too!" he says with a flirty tone.

You hop on top of him and pray that you can walk in the morning. You decided to do cowgirl first, you love that big ole' c0ck. You want it all the waaaay in!!

You wet his tip up with your vagin@, and sink down not long after (like 10 seconds).

"Oh fuck, I haven't felt this in a while baby. I thought it was big on the outside, proved it with the actual feeling. Ahh~" you moan as you continue to sink down.

Just to say, a 6.8 inch c0ck is pretty big to you. So girlie you were screaming at that point.

"Aahh-" you moan, as you begin to bounce up and down.

"Uuuaaaahhhh, so tight baby. You must have been really horny because you're tighter than those pants they make us where in performances!" hongjoong moaned.

The up and down sensation went on for the next 4 minutes. Hongjoong began to moan out loud and he seemed to be loving your pvssy, amazing! Everything was good for you, until you started to feel the feeling in your stomach again. The knot. You didn't want for the pleasure to end so you hopped off.

"What's wrong?" hongjoong says worried.

"Nothings wrong, just that I wanna try the other sex positions too. Don't worry, I'm okay!" you say after crawling up towards Hongjoong to kiss him.

You crawl back down to suck his c0ck for about 10 seconds only to lubricate it. And you then you hopped on his dick in reverse cowgirl position.

"Mmmmhhhh, this one feels good. Baby, do you think you could start to thrust too? You don't have to if you don't!" you say thirsty as hell.

"Alright babe." hongjoong says while he begins to thrust. It felt like heaven. Not having to do any work. Just letting him do it.

Your high was already coming up, but you waited for a while. It did feel like it was rising up too, but didn't come back until 6 minutes later.

"Auuhhhh, erm- you get cut off by Hongjoong's quickening pace.

"Baby, can you stop for a moment. So we can switch positions. I think we were loving this one to much!" you say.

"But, I'm loving this!" hongjoong says while he starts to slower his pace. He ended up pulling out.

"Hon' I know me and you have the the stamina of a lion when chasing its dinner, but we are going to have to pick one more position or I won't be able to walk tomorrow!" you say smirking while slowly stoking Hongjoong's c0ck.

Hongjoong agreed, with a groan as you finally let go of his c0ck and spit on it to lube it up one more time. Something amazing caught your eye once you took one last look at his c0ck. Precum. Amazing! Those are babies (;ŏ﹏ŏ)!

Hongjoong latched his wet mouth onto your boobs and sucked them. He licked the soft skin around your nipples before taking your whole right tit into his mouth. Sucking that sh1t like he was being breast fed.

"Ahh, baby. You sure do know how to make a girl horny-" you say as you finally decided on which position to use last.

"Okay baby, fvck this pvssy Doggystyle!" you shout as Hongjoong was spitting on your sensitive nipples.

"With pleasure baby, I'll make sure to dig deep babe!" Hongjoong says as he pulled you in for a quick kiss. Damn that kiss was hot. Just like him you know ಥ‿ಥ.

Pulling you closer by your big azz Hongjoong leaned down to spit on your clit, making you moan, only to have you scream when he lined himself up at your entrance and pushed in slowly.

I mean yes, he has been in there already yet there's something about this position that just makes you want to just come. You don't understand, it may be because you like it deep. So that's good for you. We guess we'll never know!

"Oh my gosh! Yes yes! Now this is the right position!" you say with a tear of pleasure comes from your eye.

Hongjoong asks if it was okay to move and you said hell yeah! He already knew what type of person you were, so he was already at the medium thrusting pace. You like it deep remember ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)!

"Oh fvck, yesyesyesaaaaauhhh!" You moan as Hongjoong takes his smol hand and smacks your azz.

"Oh baby, I love pain. I want what cupcakes wants, I want you to smack my azz like a drum and in reward I'll slurp yo dick till you come!" you say as Hongjoong accepts hos mission. He slapped your azz so hard it left a print for 5 seconds!

"You like that huh baby? If I hurt you I'm sorry you are just so freaking hot!" Hongjoong says as you continue to moan.

"Oh daddy, keep going- fuck~! I'm almost there sh1t!" you moaned as Hongjoong's pace quickened.

The sounds of skin slapping and squelching made you wanna just die! But you stayed and held on for orgasm impact!

Not until Hongjoong pushed you to the bed and now you were basically in a new position. Flatiron!

"Oh, baby!?! Why does it feel like you are so deep inside of MEEEE!! I'm not saying I'm not loving this, but why do you have to make me wanna pass out every time. It's so fvcking hoot!!" you moan out as your high is hella coming up. Hongjoong continues to pound into you with a threatening speed.

"How far are you honey?" you ask hongjoong who is, from the looks of it, also probably near or at his high currently.

"Almost there baby!" hongjoong says as a groan leaves his pretty lips. Oh that moan was so cute (◕દ◕)!!

"Oh fvck baby, I can't hold it back anymore ahh~!" you moan as your orgasm hits you and dang does your body shake.

Hongjoong felt the warmth around his c0ck and it was over, you felt the warmth of a liquid inside your pvssy. Wow! It actually isn't all that bad!

Hongjoong continues to thrust his come into your pvssy so he can have a twin to call his own one day!

"Someone's still a little excited, you ready to go shower now!" you say with enthusiasm. He looked exhausted, yet so ready for some cuddle time in water. You could see it in his eyes. He wanted to shower!

"Of course baby, but lets just lay here for like the next five minutes. I'm pretty sleepy!" Hongjoong said as he flipped you over and pecked your lips.

He went down to suck your boobs while lying down. They are his favorite part of your body, other than from your amazing brain!

After what felt like 6 minutes, you two finally decided to take a shower.

---------------------in the shower-----------------------

"So if I do get pregnant, what do you think the baby would be?" You ask as Hongjoong rubs your stomach.

"I don't know, but I want a son though." He says before kissing your neck. You wanted a daughter, but a son would be a good starter baby. You two expect more children anyways so even so.

"I love you, hon'" you say as you turn to kiss hongjoong.

"I love you too Y/N!" Hongjoong says as you too passionately make out under the running water.

After getting out of the shower, you guys dressed in matching pajamas and went downstairs to watch a late night movie while falling asleep on the couch while watching a love movie with your beloved!

The end!

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Authors note: "I there are some Grammer mistakes. Just know my creativity sparks when I am sleepy, so I'm probably not even aware of the Grammer. Anyways this took me a while and hopefully you like this smut thanks, love yah!

[voiidlizrd]

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS IF YOU LAUGHED WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THEY CHEATED

A/N: I’ve seen so many angst fanfictions of characters cheating on Y/N and they cry and can’t really get over them. What if it was just Y/N laughing because they don’t take shit and probably stand by the “you loose me, you loose me loser.” Of course they are hurt but can’t let people control them for it.

If you have been in a very toxic relationship, you are awesome and I hope the best for you!

This is my first time writing a bit of angst (if you can call it that) and this will probably be OOC, but I’m not sure.

Gender Neutral Reader for all parts except Naoya (we all know how he feels about women). Badly written angst.

Warning: toxic relationships, slight angst, just reader being a badass, Naoya being Naoya.

As much as I love Gojo, he would totally cheat on you. He’s a guy with a huge ego and pride and probably lacks commitment to actual romantic relationships, it isn’t surprising that he would cheat.

You found out when his phone went off next to you one day. Giving into curiosity, you checked to see what it was about.

It was a text from a someone you didn’t know, or care to know. The text read;

Last night was fun I can’t wait to do that again sometime.

You aren’t stupid. You knew what they meant by that. You only hummed at the message, setting the phone down and trying to ignore the pain in your heart, rising to your throat. You had suspicions, but of course didn’t push for the sake of trusting Gojo.

Gojo came back to the living room and saw you there, phone in hand. His heart immediately dropped but tried to smile at you.

“Last night was fun,” you read from the text off his phone. “I can’t wait to do that again sometime.”

His blood ran cold when hearing the casualty in your voice, like you just told him about the weather.

“So, got anything to say?”

“What’s there to say? It shouldn’t matter right? It was just a one time thing.”

He expected you to start screaming or crying, that’s how most people he had a relationship acted when finding out about his affairs. But not you, no. You smiled at him.

“You’re right. It will be a one time thing. We’re over.”

What?

“What do you mean ‘we’re over,’ and why the fuck are you smiling!?” Gojo tried to get mad at you, to rile you up in hopes of something at least. If you didn’t care why should he? But at the same time…

“I said what I said and meant what I said. I’m smiling because it’s funny.”

“The fuck is so funny about this?”

“It’s funny you think I’d actually cry over something like this, over you.”

You aren’t crying over him. You only chuckle at his surprised expression, holding back laughter. He didn’t get a rise out of you, your sobs and yells of not being able to have him truly.

You weren’t upset over him.

“Wh-“ “I’ll pack my things.”

With that you just shoved your things into your bags, taking everything with you and giving Gojo a sickeningly sweet smile at the front doorway.

“Whatever.” Gojo spat with a smirk. “You won’t find another guy like me, yknow.”

Your smiled widened, much to Gojo’s hatred. “Good to know.”

With that, you left. You left without a fuss, without a tear. Fine, Gojo thought, I don’t need you anyways.

You’d be back either way. You’d crawl back to him realizing you can’t get over someone like THE Gojo Satoru. You just can’t!

Gojo probably slept around, trying to get rid of the thought of you and tried to enjoy this “freedom.” In truth, each time after the one night stand was done, all he remembered was that goddamn smile you gave him, how casual you were about leaving him.

No second thought, no second chance.

You just left.

He shouldn’t care. There were plenty of women and plenty of men who were more than willing to be with him, of course.

So why does he feel so empty without you? Why did it set a heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders. It was only then he realized that you really wouldn’t come back.

Okay it is canon that Toji here can’t be bothered to be in a committed relationship. So it isn’t a surprise he probably cheats.

You found out when you ran into him on the way to the store. He was with some random woman, you didn’t pay much attention to who she was really.

You two just stared at one another. Toji didn’t seem to bother to explain himself, nor did he seem to care. Of course you ached on the inside.

“Gonna say anything? Cause I gotta get goin’.” Toji finally said.

“Back to your date?”

He just rolled his eyes, ready for the waterworks and the screaming. He waited, and waited. Looking back at you, all he saw was a smile. His brows furrowed.

No screaming. No yelling. You just laughed and looked at the woman;

“Good luck.”

You just walked passed him, shoulders bumping into one another roughly. It left a bitter taste in Toji’s mouth. You just… Walked away with no fuss. Sure. Fine by him right? Right.

He didn’t care and you didn’t seem to neither. No problem with him.

That’s a lie.

He saw you go about your day to day life. Despite the look of casualty on your face, you looked… worn out.

Ouch.

Right through Toji’s heart was the spike of guilt.

You were hurting, that much was obvious, but you tried to get over it. After all, plenty of fish in the sea. It would be a waste to just save it on some dude.

‘Course Toji tried to get you out of his mind. It was obvious he couldn’t. Always thinking about you, sometimes even waiting to see you text him some stupid shit he could roll his eyes at. Something.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t and you shouldn’t. If he didn’t care about your relationship, neither would you.

It was over and it was done.

But there’s times Toji really wishes he wasn’t such an asshole.

How you two got together is BEYOND anyone’s understanding. He’s misogynistic and a complete asshole. It’s surprising how you are able to put up with him sometimes.

What’s not surprising is him cheating. He believes that his male needs need to be satisfied whenever. After all he works hard so he clearly deserve it.

You were blissfully unaware until a sympathetic servant informed you of what your husband gets up to when he’s not around.

You just smiled but it was clear by the ache in your eyes you fought back the tears. You knew. You had a gut feeling but you tried to trust him.

Upon returning home, he was greeted by you sitting on the bed with your things packs behind you.

“The fuck is this?” Naoya demanded.

“I know you’re cheating on me.”

Naoya just scoffed and rolled his eyes. Women and their emotions. “I’m a man. I have needs you know.”

“I know. Whoever she is, she can do it all the time with you. I don’t really care.” You smiled.

Naoya grinned, figuring you saw it his way like a good wife. But his smile dropped when you took off your wedding ring and set it on the bedside table. No anger behind it and no hesitation.

“What the fuck are you doing.”

“Letting you have your way as a man. I mean, you won’t have a wife to be nagging you about that, right?” You grinned even wider, venom pouring from your words while your face said otherwise.

You grabbed your things and tried to walk past him. Keyword, tried.

“You aren’t going anywhere! You are my wife!” His hand gripped your wrist but you just tugged it away. “Get back here!”

You weren’t crying like he was expecting. Don’t women just bawl when they find their husband is being unfaithful? Don’t they make a huge fuss and scene?

You just continued walking away from him, ignoring him as if he were just a flu. A pest.

“You are my wife! You will-“ “Ex-wife.”

You turned with a smile. “Wish you and her the best of luck. Really, I do. She keep your man needs ‘satisfied’ right?”

For once Naoya was speechless. He could only watch as you walked away, away from the Zenin estate. You turned back and he could only wait- rather hope- you’d come running back to him and apologize for doing this to him, for saying such things to him. But you just stood, and stared, and chuckled at your own stupidity. Misogynists, am I right?

There are plenty of women who are submissive, Naoya told himself. Plenty who are willing to be pretty wives.

Yet there he stands, just hoping and wishing his dear wife would come back. His caring and loving one. That smile you gave him, that smile of pure pain yet amusement. You’d always smile when he brought you joy.

Now he just sees that sickening smile over and over. He tried to blame it on the woman he had an affair with, she came onto him! But at the end of the day, he was the one that gave in.

Hope I did good at the angst! My heart sure didn’t enjoy it except the Naoya part.

[alfredolover119]

I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.

thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)

angsty zukka wips

first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe

-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen

-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!

An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

Yeah, nah.

and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka

-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature

-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.

It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.

Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers

-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.

-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao

Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.

breakable heaven by @fruitysokka

-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen

-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.

With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

angsty zukka fics (completed!)

(i’ll put these in wc order)

lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka

-7k, rated g

-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.

Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.

This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas

-9k, explicit

-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story. 

If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci

-9k, teen

-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that. 

Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

-9k, teen

-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey

-10k, mature

-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.

Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee 

-18k, teen, major character death 

-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

Anything for You by beersforqueers

-23k, explicit

-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN. 

In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.

Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead

-64k, mature

-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham. 

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning

-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence

-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey

-103k, teen

-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN 

In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?

[nadisabug]

How You Meet // Volleyball! reader

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro / Nishinoya Yu / Oikawa Tooru x fem! volleyball! reader

Genre: Crack. Pure crack.

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2.5 k 

Summary: You are a volleyball player in the same position as the boy, and he is taken aback at your beauty and skills. 

A/N: all of the boys would just be so supportive and hrng need me a volleyball boy

Haikyuu Masterlist

Bokuto K. 

Bokuto would prolly be the one that suggested cheering for the Fukurodani girls team

Like he and his bros are bored between matches

And he notices the girls are on in a different court

So he manages to drag akaashi and a couple others to go watch with him

So they enter the stands...

Bokuto walk through the door to the stands and he is immediately blown away.

"Y/n!" Your setter nearly screams. You, eyes still trained on the blockers across from you, answer with a small smirk that sends Bokuto's head spinning.

"Here I come!" You yell in response, vocalizing your claim on the ball. You squat then set off running towards the net. At the last moment you push off of your feet and jump, albeit not as high as Bokuto could, but high nonetheless for your stature. Your arm shoots up and makes contact with the ball with a satisfying smack.

In front of you are two freakishly tall blockers, and Bokuto doesn't know how you'll get the ball past. But, as soon as the ball leaves your hand, it seems to find a small gap in their block and blows past it, landing on the other side of the court in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone lands on the floor again, both teams look up at the referee. He blows his whistle and raises his arm towards the Fukurodani side of the court. The Fukurodani girls erupt into cheers and surround the girl apparently named Y/n.

The setter cheers, claps Y/n on the back and shouts. "That's our ace!"

Bokuto watches her in awe as she flashes a gorgeous smile and shyly tucks a stray hair behind her ear.

"C'mon, are you gonna sit or just stand there like an idiot?" Akaashi tugs Bokuto by the back of his collar, not giving him a choice to stand there for longer.

"She's the ace..." Bokuto mumbles dreamily.

"Yeah no shit, that was insane, blowing through that block." Akaashi mutters, no choice but to agree. He drags Bokuto to where the rest of the team has already sat down and pulls him into the seat.

"She's amazing," Bokuto breathes, his eyes still locked on you.

"Quit it before you start drooling," Akaashi rolled his eyes.

But Bokuto couldn't. From your receives to your serves, every movement you made he was mesmerized. And before he knew it Fukurodani had won consecutive sets.

Once he saw you and your team leave the court, he shot up from his seat.

"I've gotta meet her!"

Akaashi looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wait-"

But Bokuto was already leaping over chairs and scrambling to the door. Akaashi stood up too and, with a resigned sigh, followed him too.

Bokuto didn't stop running until he made it to the first floor. He skidded around a corner and finally locked eyes with you. He couldn't help himself and ran up to you, absolutely panting from the running he had done.

"You-" pant "were fucking" pant "amazing!"

Embarrassment flooded your system and you looked down at the floor nervously. The setter walked up and put herself in between you and Bokuto.

"Back away from our ace, owl-boy," she hissed. "Don't think we didn't notice you drooling over our captain during the game."

Normally you would be more confident, but once one of your teammates pointed out the boy in the stands going absolutely apeshit for you, it started to eat at you. The embarrassment of a guy - a hot one at that - calling your name from the stands and drawing everyone's attention was just too much for you.

"You're the captain too? No wonder! I am too, Im-"

"Bokuto Kotaro, I know who you are," you cut him off and put your hand on your setters shoulder. "It's okay, I can handle him."

Warily, your setter backed down and joined the rest of the team cooling down.

"You know who I am?" Bokuto beamed, his chest puffing up.

"Of course," you rolled your eyes. "You're one of Japan's top five aces. And you go to our school."

"Why hadn't I ever seen you before?" Bokuto gushed.

It was at this point that Akaashi finally caught up. "Because you leave all the grunt work to me," he sighed. He looked at you and gave you a slight nod. "Y/n."

"Akaashi," you smiled and replied.

"You know her?" Bokuto nearly yelled.

"Duh," Akaashi rolled his eyes. "We coordinate stuff together like the buses or practice."

"I wanna know her," Bokuto pouted at Akaashi. Akaashi rolled his eyes and sighed.

"What he's asking if you'd go get lunch with him sometime," Akaashi looked at you, speaking for Bokuto.

You felt a heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Sure,” you smiled. It couldn’t hurt to go out with the absolute hottie who was cheering for you all game. 

“Great!” Bokuto shouted and grabbed your hand. He started pulling you away from your team. 

“W-wait, right now?” You looked back at your setter for help, but she just shrugged. 

“I’ll cover for you!” She called as you got dragged away by the excited boy. 

You had no idea what you were in for. 

Nishinoya Y. 

Noya was definitely the one who suggested watching the girls

Girls playing his favorite sport?? What could be better?

He was able to drag most of Kurasuno to watch the girls 

Daichi ofc came to support the other captain, Yui Michimiya

But little did he know after he sat down that he was in for a big surprise

The whistle blew and a girl with h/c hair stood at the sidelines with her sign. She and another girl from the team switched out, and when they did there was a commotion in the stands. 

“Oh my god, finally! L/n is back in!” A girl in the row in front of the boys cheered.

“I know, I still can’t get over her last receive,” the other girl gushed. 

Noya looked back at you and noted the reversed colors of your jersey. 

So, she’s a libero huh, he thought to himself. He looked you closer and thought that you were a little cute. 

The game resumed and a long volley started. It looked like it was about to end when the other team set up for an unblocked spike. The setter had feinted and sent all the blockers to cover another spiker so that their one player could hit unmarked. Not a single soul was on that side of the court, and Noya could feel himself wincing as the spiker hit the ball. That was going to hurt. They were already down too many points and really didn’t stand a chance of winning. 

He waited for the ball to hit the ground, but in the blink of an eye, you were there and the ball was up. 

You called the name of your setter and quickly she set it up for one of your spikers. Since the other team had thought the had this in the bag, they were not ready for the counter attack and Kurasuno got the point. 

“Did you see that?” Hinata gushed and leaned over Noya’s shoulder. “She totally just did rolling thunder! She was like whoosh and swoosh and the bam!”

Noya nodded enthusiastically. “That was an amazing receive!” 

After that, Noya began cheering every time you made a receive, even if it wasn’t a hard one. You started noticing very early on and part of your attention was focused on the short king in the stands. You did your best to ignore it and keep your head in the game, but its kind of hard to ignore a hot boy cheering for every move you make. 

You were almost glad when the game was over. 

“Hey, Y/n,” one of your blockers smirked. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan.”

“I will murder you with my bare hands,” you growled, tired of the team’s teasing. They had not let up on the whole fan thing since Noya had started up in the stand, and frankly, you were tired of it. 

“Ouch, save some of your love for your boyfriend,” the blocker smiled. She then looked at something behind you and smiled even wider. 

“He’s not my boyfriend! Listen if I see that guy again, all shit will break loose- what? What are you smiling- oh.” You turned around to see the boy in the stands standing awkwardly behind you. 

“Hi,” he smiled and waved. He was acting quite demure, a stark contrast from his shenanigans in the stands. Now that he was closer, you kinda had to admit. He was kind of, sort of cute. “You were really good out there. Really impressive. Sorry if my cheers were distracting, you were just so good.”

You seemed to have lost your steam, because you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at this genuinely kind and supportive boy. Instead you rubbed the back of your neck nervously and broke eye contact. “Uh, thanks,” was all you could mumble. 

“Wanna practice together sometime?” He suggested, a nervous smile on his face. 

“Yeah sure, if you can keep up,” you responded. 

“Oh don’t worry, about me,” he puffed out his chest dramatically. 

“Okay,” you laughed a little. You pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He looked at you quizically for a second. “Number?”

At that he flushed bright red. “Oh, uh, yeah,” he stumbled over his words, typing his number in quickly. Once he was done he handed the phone back. 

“I’ll text you sometime,” you smiled and walked back to your team. Immediately after you turned around you heard an energetic voice shout. 

“Did Noya-senpai just get a date?”

After that you heard a scuffle that you only assumed was Noya silencing the other boy. 

Oikawa T. 

Okay lets be honest

The last place he wanted to be was in the stands watching girls play

First of all he could have his ~fans~ doting on him

Second of all he could be practicing

Third of all he could be watching the team they were slotted to go up against next

But all of those other options were out of the question when Iwaizumi decided that Oikawa needed a break

(and also didn’t need to be near his fans)

So grumpily Oikawa will sit in the stands to watch your game, but he’s not really watching

Instead he’s watching a match on his phone

that is until Iwaizumi says something that peaks his interest...

“Holy fuck, that’s the captains fourth service ace.”

Oikawa frowned. It was a simple sentence really, one he had heard a million times. The difference was that usually it was aimed at him, not someone else. 

Oikawa looked up from his phone to see who was apparently the  Aoba Johsai girl’s team captain. It was hard to tell from this far away, but Oikawa’s senses told him that she was a looker. The way she carried herself it was obvious that she was confident in what she was doing, and that to Oikawa was enough. 

He put down his phone and leaned forward in his chair. He was invested now, whether he liked it or not. 

He watched as the referee blew their whistle and you lined up for your serve. You threw the ball up and jumped, hitting it mid air and sending it straight to the other teams side. It landed in bounds with a satisfying thwack, completely unimpeded by the other team’s girls. 

Iwaizumi let out a low whistle. “That’s five.”

“I can count, thanks,” Oikawa snapped dryly. 

Iwaizumi looked over, cocking his eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were paying attention.”

“Well I am now.”

Iwazumi shrugged and turned back to the game. You lined up for your next serve and hit it, but this time the other team’s libero picked it up. After that your team had a chance ball. 

Oikawa huffed. 

“What, shittykawa?”

“She should have kept aiming at their number 4. She got confident aiming for their libero,” Oikawa stated matter-of-factly. 

“How do you know she was aiming for the libero?” Iwaizumi retorted. “What if it was just on accident?”

Oikawa rolled his eyes. “You don’t get five services aces and not be able to aim in the air.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “I’m just saying it could have been an accident. Like you said, she was on a roll aiming and scoring off of their number four. Why would she switch that up?”

Oikawa pursed his lips. 

“You never know unless you ask,” Iwaizumi added slyly. “Not that you will.”

Oikawa whirled on Iwaizumi. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” Iwaizumi started without looking over at Oikawa. “You don’t talk to girls unless they fawn all over you.”

“Not true,” Oikawa huffed.

Iwaizumi just shrugged. 

“That’s not true!” Oikawa repeated in frustration. 

“Then prove it,” Iwaizumi replied bluntly. 

“Besides, how do you know she won’t like me?”

Iwaizumi laughed. 

“What?” Oikawa grit his teeth, starting to get annoyed at Iwaizumi. 

“You don’t remember?” Iwaizumi shot Oikawa a side glance. 

Oikawa just glared at Iwaizumi. 

“Hey, fine.” Iwaizumi sighed. He turned back to the game. “You hit on her at school a while back and she didn’t give you the time of day.”

Oikawa snorted. “I do not ‘hit on’ people.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. 

“Fine, come with me then,” Oikawa nearly growled. He got up from his seat and marched away. Iwaizumi sighed but got up. The game was already over and he was upset that he couldn’t enjoy it, but what did he expect from watching it with Oikawa. 

Oikawa stomped his way all the way downstairs and was a fuming mess when he finally stopped in front of you. You waved off the teammates you were walking with to go ahead and stopped to see what The Oikawa Tooru wanted from you. 

“Did you purposefully aim for the libero after the five service aces?” He growled. 

“I don’t know what crawled up your ass, but usually you’re supposed to congratulate someone on that kind of shit,” you smirked, enjoying Oikawa’s bad mood.  

“Congratulations,” he forced a smile and said sweetly. “Now did you or did you not?” 

You grinned. “How about we make a deal?”

Oikawa cocked an eyebrow but let you continue. 

“You watch out next game, and let me know if I did.”

Oikawa scoffed. “That’s hardly a deal that favors me.”

“You’re smart,” you shrugged. “You’ll figure it out.” You took your leave at that, leaving Oikawa behind, still frustrated. 

But he couldn’t help but want to watch your next game, for some odd reason. Maybe this deal wasn’t too bad. 

Taglist: {OPEN}

[tainted-wine]

Just gonna leave this here: a quirk that turns Hawks into an actual hawk version of himself that can talk, and his poor s/o must be his falconer until the quirk wears off. Alternatively, Dabi getting chibi’d. MANY LOLS TO BE HAD. And also burnt pants pockets, if I’m not mistaken.

If Hawks was a bird, I’d imagine his appearance would resemble a Brahminy Kite aka red-backed sea eagle. Yeah, I know they’re not exactly hawks but it’s such a perfect look for him. Though I’d imagine his front plumage to look more blonde than white.

The news reporters were already swarming him. At least give him a chance to breathe; this was probably more shocking to himself than it was to them. It’s also just a little intimidating to have so many people several times his height squatting down and shoving mics into his little beak.

“Did you see the villain that did this to you, Hawks?”

“How long will this quirk last?”

“Will you be able to carry on with hero work in this condition?”

“What do you have to say to your fangirls right now?”

“Would you be willing to have a photoshoot with us and promote our bird shop?”

He raises his wings (man, it’s weird when they’re your only upper limbs) and attempts to calm everyone down.

“Relax, everyone. I’ll have this all fixed up soon, I promise! And don’t think I’ll be taking a break from hero work just because I’m small enough to perch on your arm. You villains out there better stay put!”

The flashing cameras hurt. His eyes felt more sensitive than ever.

Of course, that was a bit of a lie. Hell no, he isn’t fighting any competent villain while he’s a literal bird, but he already knows that the Hero Commission isn’t going to let him sit back even while he looks like this.

-----------------

What the fuck were you watching.

A group of reporters were crowding a bird that had just hopped out of your lover’s hero outfit which was piled on the floor. And they were calling the bird Hawks.

And then the bird spoke. With Hawks’s voice.

No way.

A bit less than an hour after those surreal interviews, a rapping sound was heard at your window. Lo and behold, the same bird you’ve been looking at all over the Tweeter feed was waving at you as he waited patiently to be let in.

You didn’t know where to even start as he waddled in, unsteady on legs that bended in ways he wasn’t used to, and large talons that scratched every surface.

“Did ya miss me, baby bird?” Wow, he really just used his seductive voice. 

Your discussion with him about what he plans to do while in his current form is as awkward as you expected, with one extra curve-ball thrown in.

Your face looms over his smaller head. “What do you mean you need me on your patrols? Patrols that you shouldn’t even be doing right now?”

He shakes and puffs up his feathers. “You’ll be my partner in crime! Well, more like you’ll be the one carrying my goods around and answering calls while I take down bad guys. And I have to make sure I always have a good takeoff spot, since I’m not as quick and limber of a flyer as I usually am. It’ll be safe, I promise.”

-----------------

It wasn’t very safe.

Sneaking up on a villain in a sketchy ally was not safe at all. Hawks was unknowingly digging his talons into your skin as he kept his body low, his wings only half-folded in case he needed to fly at any moment.

With a signaling squeeze (ouch), you swung your arm as he leapt off and flew toward the unassuming criminal.

It was...ridiculous, watching what was an intimidating man make high-pitched yelps of surprise and swat at the hawk flapping around his head. All respect as a villain is probably lost if you’re subdued by a bird that isn’t even half your size.

“Now!” Hawks shouted while he had the man’s arms pinned behind his back.

You rushed in to click the handcuffs around his wrists. 

“That’s your third arrest, baby bird! You oughta try for a hero license!” He praised you with a wink.

“Thanks, but I’d rather have this entire fever dream end as soon as possible.”

His phone vibrated in your pocket and you withdrew it to see which sidekick or Commission member was calling him this time. Instead, a strange name popped up.

“Who is...‘Burnt Bitch’?”

Hawks swooped in and snatched the phone out of your hands before you could even blink.

“Aheheheh, sorry love! This is a personal call that I gotta take myself!” He flew out of your sight, leaving you to handle the humiliated and angry villain by yourself.

-----------------

Hawks swore when he scratched his screen as he attempted to answer the call. Dammit, Dabi sure was a master of contacting him at inconvenient times. 

Having finally pressed the button, he gave his usual greeting to the fiery villain. “What’s up, Dabs?”

“So you’re a literal birdbrain right now, are you? Pretty hilarious.”

That...was not Dabi’s voice.

“Um, why do you sound like a chipmunk?”

“...I’m just using a voice changer,” the squeaky villain said. “I shouldn’t make myself too obvious when talking to you.”

Hawks scratched his head, flinching when he nearly poked his eye. “You’re just now deciding to do that, and you couldn’t pick a voice that I’d actually take seriously?”

“Like you’re one to talk. I’m impressed you managed to answer the phone without any hands. You’re meeting up with me at the usual spot tonight.”

“...Tonight?”

Dabi groaned, which sounded more like those low meows that angry cats do. “Did I stutter? Those holes in your bird head work, right? And you better not laugh when you get here.”

Click.

Hawks’s inner eyelids blinked rapidly at the phone. What would he laugh about?

-----------------

Oh.

That’s what.

Hawks rested on a trash can as he watched Dabi emerge from the shadows behind the abandoned building. He was pretty far away, his form slowly getting bigger as he got closer. Although...Hawks is pretty sure that he should look a lot bigger from that distance. Maybe the angle of his giant eyes was screwing up his depth perception.

It was only when Dabi was right in front of him did Hawks realize that the villain was the size of a toddler.

He tried not to let any laughter slip past his beak, and failed miserably.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Dabi growled in his helium voice. Oh god he wasn’t using a voice changer on the phone.

That made the bird hero laugh even harder, wings outstretched as he tried to keep his balance. “Wh-wha...” He struggled to speak between wheezes. “What the hell happened?”

Dabi shuffled in his kiddie hoodie. “Some dumbass thug thought it would be funny to chibify me. I thought it would be funny to turn him into ash, so I did.”

“Really? Do you know if it wears off overtime or did you just kill the poor guy without asking questions?”

“......”

“Holy shit!” Another fit of squawking laughter. “You might be adorable forever!”

A blue flame appeared in his tiny baby hands oh my god he’s so cute!

“Unlike you, I can still use my quirk, so keep talking if you want to become the fried chicken you love so much.”

"You-” Cough. “You don’t even need your fire.” Hawks's feathers were fully fluffed out as he tried to breathe. “If you keep talking with that high voice, I’m gonna keel over!”

A tiny scarred hand around his neck finally silenced him with a startled screech.

“You tweety little bastard.”

Hawks cracked up again as he choked.

-----------------

Shouta Aizawa has come across many strange sights during his late night patrols. Some of them gruesome, some of them obscene, and some that are just too weird to even be questioned.

Finding a child concealed in an oversized hoodie in a bout of fisticuffs with a bird of prey was in the third category.

He couldn’t even tell who was winning. The kid would sometimes get a hold of the bird for no more than a few seconds before a sharp beak digs into his hand and forces him to let go. It was the strangest wrestle that the underground hero had ever witnessed.

“Aww, try again, little baby! You almost had me that time!”

Wait a minute. That voice...

Right, Hawks was still doing work even though he was a damn actual hawk. Well, he probably doesn’t need his help with an unruly brat. 

Aizawa walked away from the scuffle and continued his scouting. There are real dangers out here that need to be taken care of.

[fangirl-everythang]

Happy Father's Day Part 3

Summary: 3/3 Well, its the last part.

Warning: Sad, Mentions Death.

Word Count: 2269

"Harry? " I answer the phone.

"It's not Harry but glad you know your numbers." that high pitch annoying ass voice squeals. Rubbing my stomach, the baby's in go position and any day now my oven will be done baking. And of course, this bitch is answering his phone.

"Well bye-bye just thought you should know where he was at. " In the background, I hear Harry's voice going on about something so it must be true. Hanging up I sigh letting the hot tears roll down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I blame myself really, I let him back into my life and this doesn't surprise me. I gotta pee.

Waddling over to the bathroom door a gasp leaves my mouth feeling the surge of liquids fall between my legs. Holy shit. My water broke! Fuck gotta go. Thankful my bag was already in the car. Harry had insisted once I hit the 36-week mark claiming Styles's are either early or fashionably late.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. My knuckles turning white as I grasp the wheel. Nope, I'm not pushing anything out of my vagina. Can't do it. I refuse.

The contraction going away after a few brief moments of completely unreasonable pain. Dialing the numbers, I know by second nature, thankfully she picks up on the fourth ring.

"I don't think you should drive y/n"

" Just call 911. I'm almost there! " Gemma ecstatically shouts. She's just like her brother, "Where's Harrold? "

I put the seatbelt on and wince. It's just 28 minutes I can do this. "He's with his whore."

I can hear an audible gasp, "he wouldn't he's so excited for Athena"

"Well I just called him and she answered. " I grunt keeping my eyes on the two lanes ahead of me. Fuck I hate merging lanes people don't know how to drive.

"I'll be at the hospital as soon as possible but my phones gonna-" the line went dead. She did say she was on like 10% oh well.

I can do this just focus y/n. "Hear that baby girl we're almost there, hang on okay Hunny. " I say as a reminder to myself that soon I'll be leaving with another human with me.

6 miles to go that's what I'm talking about, another sharp pain spreads throughout my abdomen while waiting for the light to turn green. "OH COME ON. FOR FUCKS SAKE!" they're getting closer by the minute. Shit. Arriving at a four-way intersection. I'm relieved to be at a red light, the contractions are longer and much more frequent. "Almost there Athena, this is the last light and a straight shot from there."

Abruptly my car is jerked forward with a sharp impact pushing to the oncoming lights. All I see are lights from both directions colliding with my 3,000-pound piece of metal. Sounds of shattering glass and sirens are the last thing I hear before it all fades to black.

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Harry's POV

"Has anyone seen Mr. Style's phone?" The helpful aid asked around the dressing room. I could've sworn I put it down for a moment. Y/n could go into labor any minute now and how I am supposed to know. Fuck. I'm stupid.

I was supposed to be here to perform and list nominees and then go back home to y/n. I can't wait to propose to her, she's all I could ever want and she's giving me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. Running a hand through my damp hair, the lights really build a sweat, I hear a familiar voice. "Looking for this lover? " she asks slipping my phone into my pocket.

"Good luck at home. " she smiles and winks. Before I could question it she walks away.

Looking down at the device my heart skips a beat, I have 146 missed calls. And I've been gone for 5 hours. Seeing Gemma's name on the screen again I swipe to answer.

"Hell-"

"Harry," she says sniffling.

"Gemma what's wrong? did I miss it? Oh my god I hope not"

"I think it would be best if you came now Harry." she breaks her voice cracking.

"Gem what?"

"Listen Harry, she needs you right now so please." she cries. Not needing another word, I tell Jackson the address and that I need to be there as fast as possible, 45 minutes later we're pulling into the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital.

"Congrats Harry!" Jackson says letting me out at the door. "Thank you!" I beam back at him.

Seeing Gemma, her eyes are puffy with tears still flowing. "Gem what's wro-," a sharp pain to my right cheek stings. Never has Gemma hit me like that, well not since I cut her prom dress. "How could you Harry? Cheat on her again WITH TAYLOR for Christ sakes!" She yells.

"I didn't cheat," I explain to my sister as calm as I can.

She looks at me with wild eyes pulling me into a hallway with fewer people, "Then what happened Harrold?" I clench my jaw instead of speaking, how dare she accuse me of cheating on my pregnant soon-to-be fiancé. Y/n Styles has a great catch don't you think?

"Is she here yet? Gem where are they?" I ask ready to see my new family.

She begins crying again "Harry there was an accident." Those five words make my breathing come to a halt. My heart shatters in a million pieces "Is Y/n okay? What happened?" She begins walking me to a door. "This one," she points. Looking through the glass I see y/n with bruises and cuts to her beautiful face, her stomach nearly deflated from when I last saw her this morning, a cast on a swollen leg of hers, and a sling holding a very damaged arm. Tears brim at my eyes looking at my love on that hospital bed. "She's awake." Gemma walks past me running to the outside.

I gently knock on the door, waiting for a response which I don't get. "Y/n?" I approach her almost as If I were going to help an injured puppy. "Hey love" I smile at her which she glares at me and then turns wincing in pain. "You wanted this didn't you Harry?" I look at her confused. "This is probably great for you, a way out. Well leave." She states using whatever energy she can find.

"Baby I didn't want- I want you and Athena" She breaks down in uncontrollable tears.

"You were with that her and couldn't even bother to pick up your phone!" she screams. "Y/n I wasn-" a knock at the door interrupts my sentence, "Come in" She says glaring at me as a nurse opens the door.

"Hey there Mama, we have a visitor." the nurse wheel in a tiny cart that has a bunch of equipment coming from it. She looks at me and asks Y/n, "Is this dad?" she nods and rolls her eyes. "About time you made it!" She smiles my way. Placing the beautiful baby in front of us. She's so small and fragile. "The doctor will be in shortly to talk to you." She states picking up the tiny child and putting her in Y/n's arm.

"Hi pumpkin," Y/n coos into her ear. "Guess who decided to show?" She smiles, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She nods her head towards me as I go to hold her. She's so soft and precious. Her small eyes have a gorgeous mix of both mine and Y/n's. She has such a cute round face, I couldn't imagine her looking any different.

"Hi there angel, I'm so sorry I was late." I see a spot dampen on her blanket that surrounds her, knowing that I'm crying. Her small eyes shining like twinkling stars. So small I can feel her fragile body between my large hands.

Another knock before the door opens when several doctors walk in. "Mrs. Y/ln, unfortunately, we have some bad news,"

"Oh, hello there Mr. Styles." They state acknowledging my existence. One of the female doctors places a black and white image on the lighted board illuminating the small figure.

"Unfortunately, due to the accident, Athena has suffered from what we call a fetomaternal hemorrhage."

"What exactly are you saying?" Y/n ask looking at the child still in my arms.

The slightly shorter male doctor points to the image. "This is an abscess of blood in the brain. Unfortunately, the risk is too large to operate. I'd give her another day at most."

"You m-mean," Tears start pouring down her face" I was so scared she was hurt. I-I promise I saw the light it was red, and I-I stopped but," She began heaving losing more air with each word. I gently rub her back as I cradle Athena with one arm.

"She's still being monitored but I'm afraid she won't have much longer." The first doctor breaks the silence. "According to the police report the car that struck you from behind happened to be a drunk driver, Gage Joyce." I can feel the anger surging through me. "I remember the clashing of metal, glass breaking, the sirens but it all went b-black." She mumbles, seemingly remembering the awful experience. I grab her hand in hopes of comforting her but it doesn't seem to work.

"After striking your car at 72 mph it had ample force to push your vehicle into the opposite traffic. Your vehicle took the most impact and was hit by four other cars. On scene, EMT's said you were in and out of consciousness mumbling about a baby. Taken and brought to the L&D." he finishes.

"Fetomaternal hemorrhages are often caused by trauma and sometimes can be revered but in this case, we've done all we can do." They all frown looking at the small girl still in my arms.

"No, there's got to be more you can bloody do! We're in a hospital for Christ sakes!" I exclaim, passing my daughter to the love of my life. She gently caresses her soft skin. She's literally a perfect combination of us. I cannot lose my family.

"You can leave, thank you all for your help." y/n says quietly, they oblige by her wishes and leave us with our daughter.

"Harry," she wipes a tear from her face cautious of the IV placed on her hand, "If what they say is true, I just want to spend time with her." She sniffles. I nod understanding. She looks back at the small being in her arms, "Hi pretty girl, Mommy's so happy to meet you," she unfolds the blanket from her. I sit next to her on the small bed in the room that smells of sterilization. Placing my finger near hers' she wraps her small hand around my thumb, her grip so tight for someone so small. Y/n kisses her forehead, "Harry," she runs her finger along her small legs.

"Can you sing the song?" nodding and softly singing Isn't she Lovely by Stevie Wonder, in the small hospital bed as our new life falls asleep. All night I watch her little chest rise and fall allowing y/n to get some rest soon following my two loves.

By the early morning, nurses are rushing in because of the loud beeping from the monitor, waking y/n and I. It feels like everything is happening so fast but in slow motion right in front of me. Those three words are the ones I didn't want to hear. "No! no. I have to take her home. She's gotta go home..." Y/n screams, not being able to see her face due to the tears in my eyes falling and rebuilding themselves faster than the speed of light. "Call it." One of the nurses shouts.

"Time of Death 6:18 am March 7th, 2019"

As they cleared out the room, I see her small lifeless body curled into a blanket, almost as if she were sleeping, but no longer do breaths fall from her small heart-shaped lips.

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Y/n hasn't said a word since we got in the car. It's been four days since we lost Athena. She slowly climbs into the car, still sore from the accident and birth. I go to the backseat holding back my emotions and putting the empty car-seat in the trunk of the car that should have been holding three of us.

Starting the silent journey back home she continues to look out of the window, a frown etched on her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks as she instinctively touches her somewhat deflated stomach. What kind of sick joke is this?

"Harry why were you with her?" she asks me looking down at what used to be her baby bump.

"I wasn't love, she took my phone while I was on stage." She just nods and remains silent until we pull up to the flat. She begins walking up the stairs as best she can. "Y/n wait, let me help."

"No Harry!" She yells. Pain evident in her voice, ignoring her I open the door and help her inside. "Harry I can't do this." I stare at her confused, "What can't you do y/n?"

"Us Harry. I can't look at you and not think of her." She sobs.

"Y/n we can-" I try to reason with her.

"No Harry, please just go." She whispers.

"I'm not losing both of you," I state holding back my own sobs. I feel like everything feels like it's getting smaller around me, suffocating in grief.

"You already have."

A/N: What can I say I have a thing for dark endings. Anyways I really appreciate the support loves. I hope you enjoy these! Right now I've been working on a Loki piece, I'm so excited for it. I changed the writing style tho, so it's not 1st person per usual. I think it's going pretty well so far.

xoxo Janelle

[cleverhideoutchild]

Why hello! This is my scenario and dialogue prompts list.

If you want, you can give me a maximum of 3 prompts. Then give me a character or two from either of the three fandoms I'm writing for, and then a genre. I'll see what I can do.

I might add more prompts later. I got most of this from google btw, the last section are purely my ideas. If anyone want to use it go ahead and reblog it.

You can clearly see that most of my ideas are for angst fanfics-

Request : Closed

Before requesting, please read the rules.

Masterlist

Dialogue Prompts

"That was my favourite cup.”

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

“What on earth happened in here?”

“You’ve caught me at a really bad time.”

“Hang on. Where’s the baby?”

“What have you done now?”

“You’ll never guess what (character name) told me last night.”

“Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. Please, sit down.”

“How – how did you find me?”

“Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes, you. You’re sitting in my seat.”

“I don’t think it can be repaired.”

“Ouch, that must’ve hurt.”

“Quick! It’s going to explode!”

“Well, this is new.”

“Let’s hear your side of the story.”

“I don’t know what happened, officer.”

“There’s blood everywhere.”

“Right, who’s drawn the short straw this time?”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“There’s no point running.”

“How are you feeling today? A little better, hmm?”

“This is going to be way harder than we thought.”

“Was that a scream?”

“Do you ever hear noises in the night? Like scratching in the walls?”

“Don’t move.”

“I’m your biggest fan!”

“I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.”

“When did you last see him? Think! This is important!”

“Oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever.”

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay… it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

"I hate you sometimes."

"What are you? Some kind of weirdo?"

"Get out."

"I love you."

"Where the heck did you come from?"

"Oh, my hero."

"Can you hug me tight, please?"

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard anyone call it that.”

“Woah, back up. You’re losing me.”

“Stop yelling!”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way of putting it. But yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“Okay, I think we do need to call an ambulance.”

“Oh my gosh, are you sure? Like, sure sure?”

“You must have misheard me.”

“Actually, I think this is the wrong way…”

“It’s taken me fifty years to get here. I’m sure as hell not giving up now!”

“Believe me, my dear, no-one regrets this more than I do.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“Don’t worry. I hated that wallpaper, anyway.”

“No. Hell, no. Absolutely not.”

“If you could just set it down – very slowly – and then back away.”

“I’ve never actually liked chocolate.”

“I find it very hard to believe that, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a very … bold … thing to say.”

“And you can’t think of any other reason?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back.”

“You’re wrong. That’s not what happened at all.”

“Hey. Look at me.”

“Apologise. Right now.”

“I’m sorry. That sounds awful.”

“Do you maybe think, in retrospect, that this was a terrible idea?”

“Good. I meant it to hurt.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“So hang on, let me get this straight.”

“Actually, I think you’d find that most people have a pretty massive problem with that"

"A horrible decision, really."

"How do I even manage to ended up with you."

"So... You still like me, right?"

"Words can not describe how much I love you."

"I love you too, silly/dummy/idiot."

"Damnit!"

"I'll be your saviour!"

“You know… you really don’t have to.”

“When she looked back at me, I thought, in that moment, that everything could be okay.”

“Did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“Ugh! It’s like I’m cursed or something!”

“Hey, stupid. He likes you.”

“Hmm. well, I guess that’s broken.”

“… Do you think it’s dead?”

“He was right! We have to apologize!”

“I’ll never be able to look at roses the same way again…”

“No… We’ll never make it in time. We’re too late.”

“Whatever you do, don’t press that button!”

“Don’t you worry about a thing! I’m a pro at this.”

“I like her. Like, I really like her. But… She scares me a little.”

“Okay, that’s… a fun… idea. But here’s another idea! How about… we don’t do that.”

“You need to stop. People are going to think you’re weird or something.”

“What he don’t know… won’t hurt him. You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“Sir… I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”

“What makes her so special? What does she have that I don’t?”

“I don’t want to ask them! You go ask them!”

“Sometimes, life deals you a bad hand, but just like with poker, you can still play your cards right and win.”

“Wait, you can hear me?”

“We have to hurry. They’re coming!”

“Hey… We need to talk. Can you come down? Please…?”

“I have to say… You look different in person.”

“But… I thought you were dead.”

“You are no longer useful to me.”

“It’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

"Shut up."

"Please stay."

"Time/Life/Luck/Fate is against us."

"Why is there blood everywhere??"

"Stop talking won't ya."

"Go ahead and sleep, I'll follow you soon enough."

"There's blood on you!"

"I'll see you soon, love."

"I'll always love every version of you."

"The sunset/sunrise/stars/moon is beautiful, arent they?"

"I'll always find you. Again. And again."

"I'll wait for you 'till the end of time."

"Don't go..."

"I love you- believe it or not."

"I love you, and nobody can change that. Not even you."

"I'll hold you 'till you fade away from me."

"Look, lanterns!"

"Trust me."

"Why?"

"Do you even love me?"

"Goodbye, love."

"In another life, perhaps."

"Remember to come back."

"I promise."

"You liar."

"I don't even know who you are/I am anymore."

"I see... You've changed."

"Geez, who hurt you?"

"Hug/catch me!"

"Would you like to hear a little tune/song/story?"

"The thunder won't hurt you, don't worry."

"I'm here."

"Please don't take them away from me..."

"Did you kill someone again?"

"Don't make me mad."

"Happy birthday/anniversary/(other holidays)."

"I'm sad, and you're laughing. Really?"

"Wake me when the cat can talk."

"Why are you staring?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, you're just really pretty."

"I'm looking at my future."

"Will you wait for me?

"Babe put the weapon down, I got good news for you!"

"Let me love you."

Scenario Prompts

'A and B are lovers in every timeline, but B kept dying in each one of them. Everytime they both got reincarnated and met each other, A got their past memories back and will try to prevent B from dying again. But each time they somehow manage to fail.'

'In this world, everyone is given a specific scent. Including A and B. Every morning they wake up, they smell their soulmate's scent. Everyday they tries to distinguish each scent just incase their soulmate is there.'

[shinjaeha]

itsay ep 4 (thoughts + spoilers)

idk even know how to even start this bc i feel like i’m just a big ball of emotions, and this ep was wild. so much happened. last ep was so wonderful and almost languid with how everything played out (esp since it focussed much more specifically on the shift in teh/oh-aew’s relationship). this ep had a bit more of everything, not just the two of them in their bubble anymore. societal forces at play, and hence much more angst. again, this isn’t a  proper analysis, it’s just me ranting and raving as usual as i semi-rewatch this again. this is very long, and there are a lot more things i want to think about in more detail at some point bc i’m mostly just skating over a lot of what happened but i gotta get these thoughts in my head out of me somehow. and i’m not sure if what i’m typing will even make sense bc i MYSELF can barely make sense of what i’m feeling but here i go anyway.

so we start off with the both of them kind of awkward after the night before which is fair enough considering what happened. actually when oh-aew’s habit started playing up again, i thought teh wasn’t going to scratch his back bc he was trying not to ~go there again after the night before, but he did and i was pleasantly surprised like oh...maybe things aren’t that bad?? (YET). also, i can imagine that it would have been reassuring for oh-aew too. like things have changed, but it’s not like teh has completely abandoned him. the touch itself is comforting, like when they were kids.

teh’s mum talking about how she wants both of her sons to bring their girlfriends around (and hounding him about bringing tarn around again) is giving me war flashbacks to my own asian relatives and i can feel the way that must crawl under his skin. I HATE when family members do that (and they always do). but for teh it must be esp hard bc he’s already constantly feeling like he’s vying for his mum’s attention over his brother, and now hoon’s bought back a girlfriend so it’s yet ANOTHER thing he feels like he has to compete with his brother over. in the back of his mind, he knows that he can’t give his mum what she wants if he’s with oh-aew (he can’t ‘win’ over hoon bc heteronormativity). teh is def prone to jealousy fairly easily, but i always feel like his emotions on that base level are also very easy to understand. i’ve been in positions like that before where i’ve felt like i’ve constantly been compared to someone else, and it makes you feel like shit. but also oh-aew having to sit through teh’s mum telling him to let her know if teh and tarn are dating?? ouch.

cue teh trying to avoid what’s going on with them and oh-aew being sad :((( they’re both in so much pain and i feel it and thank god i am no longer a teenager that’s all i can say about this.

the guitar in skyline instrumental is just...making me feel some kind of way. they have so many versions of this song and they always use the right version at the right time how is that.

so the tarn scene!!!!!!!!!!!!!! first thought: holy shit she looks so cute i love her crop top where did she get it i want one. second thought: but why did they make her wear a dark bra under such a light top?? i love that i was thinking this and then it all unravelled in front of me and like...the brilliance. the contrast between the scene in ep 2 (i think?) where teh accidentally peeks at her bra through the buttons of her shirt and gets noticeably flustered, and then this one where she literally wears the same bra under a light shirt ON PURPOSE to get his attention, but he doesn’t even notice?? the way she expects him to colour the hibiscus purple, but he colours it red for oh-aew instead?? it’s so incredibly telling of where his heart is at, and how his feelings have changed. anyway, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s just not all there with her anymore, and tarn isn’t stupid...she’s been picking up on the signals since the beginning (why was he so weirdly obsessed with beating oh-aew at the start? why was he willing to wake up at 4am for oh-aew but not for her? willing to tutor the rest of his friends but not spend time with her?). the way she sees him colouring the hibiscus red and it’s her wake up call, like wtf am i DOING bc of this guy????? i love how she acknowledges that her feelings for teh have made it so she’s solely focussed on him and that she hates the things it makes her do (like wearing the bra to gain his attention). ngl i was slightly worried with how they were going to use her character during these later eps with teh being so conflicted (since girlfriends in BLs are usually handled pretty poorly), but i appreciate that she’s still as fleshed out and full of feeling as she ever was. she’s so sweet, and i just wish she had better than this, but i’m glad she called teh out on it. i know he’s confused af rn, and tbh i don’t think he’s handled this as badly (atm at least) as i thought it could have gone, but at the same time, if he doesn’t decide and set his heart on what he really wants, he’s just going to end up hurting them all. LOVE that she basically tells him to get his shit together first before coming back to her. i like her so much. and that scene of teh just walking around and around at the back feeling conflicted while she drew? really reminds me of the squiggly line timeline(?) of how ep 4 was going to go that nadao released before this ep went live. also cmbyn vibes were real in that one.

the devastation in oh-aew’s voice when he asks teh to at least reply his messages ;;; it’s like teh wants to go back to just being friends and oh-aew has kind of accepted that at this point, but at the same time, teh’s not backing that up. he says he wants to be friends, but he doesn’t know how to act ‘normal’ about it anymore, so he pushes oh-aew away instead. good on oh-aew for not taking that shit and standing up for himself too. i absolutely cannot stand seeing oh-aew sad bc pp’s sad face/voice is so good it actually pains me.

notice how teh ALWAYS uses studies/tutoring as an excuse to get closer to oh-aew again...hmmm...does oh-aew see it for what that is now too? that “you’ve never understood me” hit me like a fucking train. to think that they were so attuned to one another last ep, but now teh’s too caught up in he’s own world to realise just how much he’s hurting oh-aew. thanks, i hate it.

i know that he’s needs to figure himself out more and i absolutely stand by the fact that he needs to do that without messing around with either oh-aew or tarn (and also that he’s using studies again to get into oh-aew’s good books instead of talking through feelings and all that), but the chinese idiom book that he made for oh-aew was actually SO CUTE and romantic. all this stuff he does for oh-aew to show that he clearly cares so much, yet he can never accept it enough to get the words out...

I SWEAR THEY PLAY THE INSTRUMENTAL SKYLINE JUST TO CHOKE ME UP. the darting around each other after the neck kiss COUPLED with the skyline instrumental?? it’s like a sad beach scene 2.0. teh making the first (intimate) move this time. every time he’s trying so hard to convince himself he’s not in love with this boy, and every time he keeps coming back. i always feel such a weird mix of happy and sad when i see them together bc i love them but i know teh in particular, is just not ready yet. like the hug scene made my heart leap, BUT they did it in hiding (under the staircase). all their big intimate scenes are in hiding and that just :(((

teh saying that he loves the seawater on his back bc it holds him up, and oh-aew saying but you have to hold your breath in that posture and it gets uncomfortable so he likes letting it go and just sinking sometimes instead (obv paraphrasing but you get the drift)?? THE WRITING IN THIS. it says so much without telling the audience directly...so poetic. everything about this show is so poetic. the way they sink into the ocean and into that space of oh-aew’s where you can just let yourself go without holding back, and then and only THEN does teh finally kiss oh-aew. and it’s beautiful, after holding back for so long, but it’s also painful bc he’s let go but only within this tiny pocket of space and time. in hiding again. that bird’s eye view shot where you can’t see them at all sealed it for me. like you want to be happy, but you can’t really bc you know that they’ve still got so much more to go...like when teh’s hand grazes oh-aew’s chest and you see oh-aew realise again...like that’s partly what stopped teh the first time in ep 3. when his hands stopped at oh-aew’s chest like it hit in for him that he was a boy. anyway, love that they gave us a skam kiss but i’m also very sad. on another note, how the hell did they hold their breath for that long?????

love that they gave us a further 2 more seconds of teh/oh-aew being cute (CONSTANTLY thinking about teh’s fingers dancing across oh-aew’s face and smushing his face in his hands...oh-aew holding the back of teh’s head...just a brief moment of carefreeness) before they went for the jugular. watching teh fight against himself in this way is what hurts. oh-aew begging him to just let go and accept what they are (the way he keeps going “what did i do wrong?? you feel it too!!”) but he’s so tortured he can’t do it. it’s downright fucking heartbreaking. the “one day i’ll stop feeling this way”...could have just stabbed oh-aew and it would have hurt less. all i know is i’m hurting for the both of them. the repression is real, and it just sucks. this whole thing fucking sucks for both of them (and tarn and bas too at that). idk it just gets me that oh-aew is coming out of this having been rejected once again bc teh isn’t ready yet. and i know this but it doesn’t make me any less upset. not at any of them bc it’s hard i know it’s hard...just at the situation. sometimes it feels like teh’s taking a step forward but then he takes two more back instead. the look on teh’s face when oh-aew was like let’s stop being friends...total devastation. i’m done. don’t want to think about it anymore.

i’m glad that oh-aew’s parents are so supportive of him though. i wasn’t sure how close they were based on their previous interaction but they really love him and i’m glad he has that stability to help him through this.

THE SCENE WITH OH-AEW AND THE BRA FUCKING BLEW ME AWAY. this show is always keeping me guessing, and again yet another thing that i wasn’t expecting but it was so visceral. the red of the bra in comparison to tarn’s bra with the purple hibiscus flowers on it...everything connects. oh-aew looking into the mirror with that bra on and thinking about how things would have been different if only :((( and then his breakdown when he realises that it’s not and that’s the reality of the situation. the feeling that gave me sits so deep within my chest i can’t even begin to carve it out.

teh masturbating when he sees that picture of oh-aew and to that picture of yongjian on his wall (idk why it only now just occurred to me that yongjian is always in red too)?? the self-hatred in this scene. the internalised homophobia. my heart feels so heavy.

he KEEPS reaching and it’s going nowhere bc it won’t ever be enough, and that’s not fair on himself and it’s not fair on tarn. like i understand what he’s going through, and i get that he’s extremely confused and needs the clarification, but when he asks tarn to tell her she loves him and he can’t do the same back for her...i just feel so, so, so fucking bad for tarn.

oh-aew hoping that the worksheets left for him were from teh (which would be very on brand of him), but then seeing bas :( maybe in another world, in another life (like teh and tarn)...but he’s such a sweetheart. bas, best boy ;;;

legit as soon as the gang came to see teh off to bangkok and talk to him about how oh-aew was doing terribly (and wasn’t planning on going to the admission exams) i knew where this was going to go. there’s been so much foreshadowing leading up to this, and this was also one of (if not my main theory) with how things were going to eventually play out. but tbh for some reason i thought it was going to play out later in ep 5...but like damn. damn. the way i understand but at the same time i kept going OH TEH :( throughout this. the utter STRESS this bit put me through. THE MISCOMMUNICATION.

anyway, teh’s love language is clearly acts of service. but it can really be to his detriment when he does things impulsively (albeit with care and good intentions), but he doesn’t use his words so things get lost in translation. sometimes actions just aren’t enough and you really do need words to communicate.

the confirmation scene was so tense...even now i’m just sitting here thinking about it and there’s a hole in my stomach at the thought of what teh must be going through and what he ends up doing. like when that last person on the list shows up and you KNOW it’s going to happen but at the same time it’s like a punch to the chest bc there’s just no doubt that teh’s going to turn it down for oh-aew...OF COURSE he would. oh-aew’s split moment of happiness before realising what teh’s done...the absolute dread i still have in me at the realisation of this.

the tension really kept increasing from here on in...teh coming home and his mum just being so fucking proud of him and telling everyone in the restaurant about how happy she is for him (all while teh is absolutely depleted), then tarn coming in and everything bubbling over when she realises what teh’s done too. realises that teh’s in love with oh-aew (smile is so great in this btw like WOW). the “you hurt me and i’m alright with that, teh, but right now you’re hurting yourself” broke my heart. absolutely love tarn as a character and only ever want the best for her.

when he tells his mum :((((((((((( and his mum just goes on about how hard he’s worked and how much he’s already sacrificed only for him to throw that away. he wanted her to be proud of him SO BAD, wanted to not be compared to his brother for once, only for him to give away his place bc he loves oh-aew more than he wants his mother’s praise. more than he wants to compete and ‘win’ against his brother. when she points to hoon and goes “why can’t you be more like him?” and he just loses it. like rubbing salt in the wound. i’m so glad hoon finally hugged him the way i’ve been wanting to this whole time. the banner congratulating him that teh’s mum made with all his materials from before :((( hoon giving him money for uni :((( you ever watch some things and feel like you’ll never be happy again...

okay the way that everything spiralled during the ig story fight?????? what gets me is that teh sacrificed his place thinking that oh-aew wasn’t going to sit the exam at all (he could have just talked to him and convinced him instead but ughhh i understand i get it). oh-aew thinks he did it bc teh didn’t believe he could get in himself (which of course then spurs him to give it up so he can get in through the exam instead). and when teh sees that, it’s like a smack in the face, like he went through all that only for oh-aew to reject it (him). it’s just layers upon layers of miscommunication and the anxiety of it all absolutely guts me. and then the anger mixing into devastation when he opens his book and sees how it’s all cut up. the remnants a reminder of everything he’s done for oh-aew. this boy that he adores but can’t accept he has feelings for. it’s just this mix of anger and sorrow and what have i fucking done?????? and how could he????? the cast were all fantastic but billkin really had to go above and beyond in this one and i could absolutely feel his pain throughout this.

TO PIGGY BACK ON THIS, like i said before, teh has always used studying/tutoring as a tool to get closer to oh-aew, but seeing that book with all the words gone was in part also him realising he doesn’t have that anymore. he can’t use that tool to get close to oh-aew anymore. the only way forward would be to actually get close to oh-aew without the pretences. and the saddest part of this all is that oh-aew doesn’t even NEED all of that (the tutoring, the book of idioms, the relinquishing of his uni spot)...the only thing he wants is for teh to ADMIT his feelings out loud. to admit that he feels the same way about oh-aew that oh-aew feels about him.

it’s funny bc in the last ep, the conversation that had me feeling the most nervous was when they’re talking at the cape, and oh-aew’s telling teh that he’s a rival and inspiration to him. i always KNEW this was going to come back to haunt them. like a constant circle. friends to rivals to friends to more than friends(?) to rivals. it’s a fine line. narratively, it always had to happen, and now they’re back to competing against one another yet again, and it’s going to be so tough bc they’ll have so much more competition on top of that as well.

next ep is going to be very, very hard on teh, but somehow after this ep, i just feel a lot more hopeful about it? i’m pretty convinced at this point that it won’t end in tragedy (which was the thing that i wanted least of all). of course i want both teh and oh-aew to end up together, but i can understand if they don’t. if this ends with them rekindling their friendship again, that’ll be enough for me. their relationship has been so turbulent and passionate that it needs some stability, and hopefully when teh’s in a better state of mind, when he’s at a place when he’s finally accepted all parts of himself, they’ll get there. so if that means it ends on them running to the cape together (even if they’re not technically together) fulfilling their promise to one another in the sunset, then that’s fine with me. i don’t mind an open ending if it makes sense in the context of the story, and i think something like that would. it’s like after such an angsty episode, you need a slight reprieve from it. i have no doubt in my mind that ep 5 will contain darkness, but i do think that there will be light at the end of the tunnel. so for once i feel truly hopeful about it.

i can’t believe we only have one more ep left to go...

[dal3ks]

jealousy

pairing: peter parker x female reader 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: a little bit of angst, cursing, slight dom aspects, smuuttt, both characters are of age! 

a/n: this was a fic i had posted on my main account @a-dorin​, but i am in the process of switching over content so that it is a strictly star wars account! just a disclaimer, i am not plagiarizing or stealing content, as this is my fic!

“(y/n), you will be paired with conan for the lab today. i’m sorry that m.j. is not here today. i’m not quite sure where she’s at,” your chemistry teacher stated, glancing at you.

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, your eyes locked on the paper in front of you.

however, it was not entirely fine. conan, the guy your teacher paired you up with, was your old crush. well, not entirely old. you guys talked at the beginning of the semester, when junior year started, and things went well until conan found another girl, emma. he didn’t tell you about her, either. you found out the hard way, noticing how he nudged his way into her social media posts. it was typical boy behavior, but it hurt your feelings nonetheless.

conan slid into the seat next to you, running a hand through his dark hair. he still was extremely attractive in your eyes. he was a lacrosse player, so he was extremely built. he was tall, with latino roots. his olive complexion paired with his green eyes killed you. his shoulder muscles rippled through the dri-fit shirt he was wearing today.

“hey,” conan’s tone was cool, “you ready for this awesome lab today?”

your eyes met his, “it’s probably not as cool as emma.”

“ouch,” conan muttered, “her and i, we didn’t work out, by the way. she found another guy, i guess.”

“oh,” your tone dripped with fake sympathy, “did you find out the way i did?”

“uh no,” you could tell he was uncomfortable, “actually, i pulled up to her house, and there was another car there.”

“i’m sorry,” you felt a flash of real sympathy. although conan was a dick to you, his situation still sucked.

“well,” you drew in a breath, “let’s get started.”

you and conan began the lab, and you began to warm up to him as time went on. by the end of the lab, he had you giggling and flirting back with him. what you didn’t notice, was your best friend, peter parker, glaring over at conan.

“so,” conan began, “you think you could unblock me on snap? i’d love to catch up sometime.”

heat rushed into your cheeks, “like a date?”

conan nodded, “yeah, like a date. i wanna start over with you, if that’s okay. i know i can’t make up for my past actions, but i would at least like to try to resolve things.”

“um,” you stammered, “i just might take up your offer. i’ll talk to you later. i gotta go to lunch.”

you got up from your chair, searching for ned and peter. you guys all sat together at lunch everyday, as you all were a tight knit group. you found them, and trailed behind them slightly. once you guys were all at your table, you could sense the tension. especially from peter. something was up, as both of them were silent.

“is everything okay?” you cleared your throat.

“is flirting with conan okay?” ned’s tone was laced with sass.

“come on,” you huffed, “we were paired together for a lab, that’s all.”

“he broke your heart,” ned scoffed, “we do not go back to toxic boys. i thought we went over this like a million times. i don’t want to hear it young lady.”

“i heard him ask to unblock you,” peter’s voice was eerily quiet, “are you gonna do it?”

“probably,” you were beginning to grow frustrated with the boys. couldn’t they just let the past go?

“wow,” peter muttered, shoving a carrot into some ranch.

“what is the big deal?” you raised a brow, “it’s just as friends.”

“that’s not what his eyes said,” ned rolled his eyes, “c’mon, you can stay the night tonight with peter and i at his place. we’ll supervise you to make sure you don’t add that toxic ass dude back. we just don’t want your feelings to get hurt again, that’s all. conan hurt you really bad last time. we’d just hate to see that happen to you because we’re your best friends. i hope you know where we’re coming from.”

you sighed, realizing that ned was right. typically, people never changed their behavior, but conan seemed sincere. maybe you would unblock him, but not initiate any conversation, “okay, i’ll come over tonight. is there anything you want me to bring?”

ned shook his head, “nah, everything is on me. we’ll just order a pizza or two and watch movies all night.”

******

you entered peter’s apartment, blanket in one hand, snacks in the other. although ned told you not to bring anything, you still felt bad for pissing off the boys. you figured some of their favorite snacks would help clear the air.

it was about midnight when you arrived at the apartment. you had to cover a shift at work, then buy the snacks at a convenient store. so, you were a little later than expected. ned was already knocked out on the couch, but peter was still awake and alert, watching whatever was on the t.v. an empty pizza box was on the coffee table, but you figured there were some leftovers in the fridge.

“hey,” your voice was quiet, as you were careful to not disturb ned, “sorry i’m late.”

“it’s okay,” peter’s eyes brightened when he saw you, “i was getting a little worried.”

“i’m okay,” you giggled, “i didn’t know spider-man got worried.”

peter hopped up from the couch, “hey, can we talk?”

you set your snacks down on the coffee table, slightly alarmed, “um, yeah.”

“we can talk in my room,” peter motioned his head towards his room.

you followed him to his room in the dark, holding onto his shirt. you felt anxiety bundling up in your nerves. what was there to talk about? you thought everything about conan was discussed at lunch. once you were in his room, peter turned on a lamp, illuminating the room with a dim light.

you felt peter’s lip meet yours, kissing you eagerly. he pulled back, “i’m sorry, i probably just fucked everything up between us.”

you shook your head, “i guess i’m just a little shocked.”

the truth was that you were in love with peter. even though you were best friends for years, you had been in love with him since your freshman year. conan was an attempt to move on, as you believed that peter liked m.j. you figured that wasn’t the case anymore.

“is it?” peter’s voice was soft, “i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. i thought it was obvious.”

“is that why you were jealous when conan was flirting with me today?” you inquired.

“maybe a lot,” he murmured, “i just want to have you to myself. i don’t like sharing.”

you blushed at his words and how smooth they sounded, “well i’m not yours yet.”

“you can be,” peter’s lips brushed against yours.

“make me then,” you stated, surprised at your bold words.

peter began to kiss you hungrily, his fingertips brushing the small of your back. as the kissing became more intense, his hands dipped under the fabric of your hoodie, his hands trailing up and down your back. gently, he lead you to his bed, where you laid down. he got on top of you, careful not to hit his head on the frame of his bunk bed.

“be careful,” you giggled.

“it just forces me to be closer to you,” he smirked.

he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. your fingers laced into his curls, tugging slightly as he began to suck on your collarbone.

“please don’t leave a hickey,” you warned. if your parents saw you come home with it, you’d be dead.

“too late,” he chuckled, “can i take your hoodie off?”

you nodded, and his hands carefully unzipped the hoodie, taking it off of you. his eyes immediately met with your chest, and a hand squeezed one while his mouth met with the other. a moan escaped from your mouth, and his hand covered your mouth.

“we can’t wake up ned, princess,” he ordered, his command in a hushed tone, “just relax and let me make you feel good.”

you felt yourself almost come undone over his words. it was your first time someone made you feel this way. surely this wasn’t peter’s first time with a girl. he was just so confident with everything.

“is this your first time with a guy?” peter’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

you nodded, slightly embarrassed, “yeah.”

he tilted your chin, so that your eyes met his, “don’t be embarrassed. just relax, and let me do all of the work, princess. whenever you want me to stop, tell me. i’ll tell you what to do. and don’t worry about ned, he’s out for a long time. we won’t get caught.”

“okay,” you responded, eager for peter’s next move.

his fingertips traced the waistband of your leggings, “can i take these off?”

“yes,” you answered, sitting up slightly so that he could easily take them off.

his hands trailed down your legs, his eyes hungrily taking everything in, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

gently, his lips brushed against your thighs, and you suppressed a moan. a hand slipped into your thong, his thumb pressing against your clit. once he felt how wet you were, his face reddened slightly. peter began to suck on a breast, his thumb remaining on your clit. his eyes met yours, and you knew you were going to cum soon.

his tongue trailed over your nipple, and he slowly inserted fingers inside of you, “is this okay?”

“yes,” you moaned, “god it feels so good.”

“i told you i want to make you feel good, princess,” he murmured, kissing you gently, “are you going to cum for me soon?”

his fingers picked up their pace, pumping inside and out of you, while his thumb remained on your clit, the pressure intensifying. his mouth left sloppy kisses all over your breasts, his teeth slightly tugging on your nipples.

“peter,” you groaned, “i’m gonna-”

“then do it princess,” he commanded, “cum for me.”

you pressed your lips against his as you came, your thighs trembling. his fingers slowed, and he pulled them out of your thong. you felt embarrassed as your realized how wet everything was now. it was all over his hand, your thong, and on the sheets.

“don’t worry about it,” peter’s tone was gentle, “i loved it. i’ll grab some new sheets, and grab your bag from the den.”

“can we cuddle after we’re done cleaning up?” you figured it was close to one now, and you were exhausted.

“of course,” peter gave you a quick kiss.

he came back moments later with your bag. you got dressed while he changed the sheets. once he was done, he scooped you in his arms, bringing you close to his body.

“i love you,” he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“i love you too,” you kissed him, “and i mean it.”

“good,” peter beamed, “conan is in for a surprise then, huh?”

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 11

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

Synopsis: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge in art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

Masterlist

A/N: just a short filler chap.

Like Peanut Butter and Jelly

"So you're a mobster now?" Quentin interrogated like a cop. A very judgemental and somewhat betrayed cop.

You look up from your book. "No, where did you get something stupid like that from?"

"You just said you're friends with that jerk!" He spat for the whole library to hear.

"Would you stop shouting we're in a library," you hissed.

"He's a fucking criminal," Quentin jeered.

"Listen he isn't so bad," you explained. You weren't defending him. You were just being honest. "He's kinda nice. He beat the crap out of this guy for me."

"Now you're making him kill for you?" He asked incredulously,  "God, what's wrong with you?"

You rolled your eyes in aggravation. "I'm not doing anything like that!" You snapped.  "He just so happened to be at work and helped me."

"Uh-huh, yeah," the brunette scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping in his chair. "Ever thought he might've put that guy there to do that to you?"

"What are you talking about?" you squinted at him, leaning towards him and against the table, slightly peeved by his attitude.

"What if it was all planned?" Quentin suggested. "What if he did it so he could make you like him?"

You shook your head in denial. "He wouldn't do something like that. He's not that kinda guy." Okay, why am I sticking up for this guy?

"Oh and you know a lot about him for some reason," he taunted whilst shaking his hands back and forth.

You grumbled audibly, slamming your book shut. "If you're gonna be an asshole Quentin, I'll just leave."

His hands drop and so do his shoulders. The curve of his lips runs crooked and you can tell he feels sorry. It wasn't so hard to read him. He knew you inside and out, and you knew him outside and in.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to be," he sighed regretfully. "I'm just worried about you. This guy's bad news, Y/N," he warned.

"He's in the damn mob. Hell, he is the mob. He runs the entire New York crime syndicate for crying out loud!" He shakes his arms animatedly. "Extortion, racketeering, drugs, all the worst things you could possibly imagine probably has something to do with him," he drops his arms and you could see he's doesn't like any of this. "I just don't want you to get stuck in that kinda life."

You blush a tiny bit and sit back in your seat. You twirled a piece of hair around your finger, trying to avoid his eyes by looking at your book. "But he's never really talked to me about the mob stuff. Sometimes I think he doesn't even remember he's in the mob."

"That could be for now. You don't know the future. What if he does a total 180 when he's got you in real deep?" He asked.

"It's not like that." You replied. "We're just friends."

"Just friends?"

"Just friends," you stated firmly. "Besides weren't you the one who told me to make friends? To get out of my comfort zone?"

"Yeah, but I didn't tell you to get all smoochy-smoochy with a criminal," he counters.

"It was nothing like that!" you defended yourself. "You're such a jerk!" You crossed your arms and looked away with a pout.

He chuckled, finding your reaction really cute. "You sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" He asked one last time.

"No, there isn't," you shake your head, defiantly.

"You crushing on this guy or something?" He dropped.

A burning hue of red darkens your cheeks and your face tells more than words could ever say.

"Oh my god, you are!" He groaned loudly, almost teasingly, slightly obnoxious. He slapped his forehead with his hand and wove his fingers into his hair. He shook his head in disappointment. "Where did I go wrong?"

"S-shut up!" You stammered.  

"She's in love with a mobster," he repeated to himself as if he didn't believe it the first time.

"Shut your face before I do it for you." You leaned over the table, pushing it slightly towards him in an attempt to intimidate him.

He points at you while laughing. "Look at you!" He roared, loud enough to earn them a few glares from everyone else. "You're blushing like crazy!"

"N-no I'm not!" You refuted, cheeks burning brighter than ever. Why did you even tell him in the first place? Oh right, he's your best friend. Your very stupid friend who laughed at the dumbest things. You kicked him from underneath the table. He winces in pain but doesn't dare stop laughing.

"Ow, you tryna kill me, mob woman?" He asked between fits of laughter.

"I hate you."

"Mrs. Y/N Rogers," he hums while thinking, "has a nice ring to it."

A vein in your forehead snaps and the next thing Quentin knows, he's kissing a really heavy textbook, and wondering what his post-mortem was going to look like.

Quentin Beck. Male. 22. A whole idiot.

Cause of death: Bludgeoned to death with a Campbell Biology textbook. (She thick as fuck).

"So I take it things went well?" Bucky asked with a smirk, sitting across Steve in his office.

"Better than well." Steve beamed. "Amazing. Fantastic. Superb. Had the best damn time of life," he exclaimed.

Sam rolled his eyes. "All she did was kiss you on the cheek," he deadpanned.

"It's a step in the right direction," he stated positively. No bad vibes in his neighborhood. "This is monumental. We're really going somewhere. I could see it in her eyes. They were sparkling. I mean they always do but like more than usual."

"Y'think she even wants anything to do with the mob?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but I sure as hell won't stop now," he countered.

The days following his lovely talk with you by the bus stop only consisted of daydreams and giggles, scene by scene replays of his favorite parts. The way your eyes shined under a starless sky. The feel of your lips on his skin. The feel of your lips on his skin.

Though it was short and quick, you kissed him. That had to mean something right? Something really good? There's a lot he still needs to know about you. But from what he did know, he knew you wouldn't just kiss any guy. You're a tough shell to crack and it might take time for him to chisel through the stony layers surrounding your heart, but he was getting somewhere.

Steve wasn't complaining. He was excited and determined. If this is what it felt like with just a meager kiss, then how would it feel to hold your hand? To share those cozy moments you said you liked so much? To be the only one you'd share your warmest smiles and most passionate kisses with?

The thought of that alone had Steve riled up like a shaken soda can. Fizzling inside and ready to burst the minute someone popped him open. God, if only you knew what you did to him.

"She's a bit of a firecracker. I think she'd make a nice addition to the family." Sam smirked, knowing full well he was striking a chord in the man's heart.

Steve lets out a breathy chuckle. Shaking his head lightly, he thinks about it just for a second. "Yeah, she's great."

"Now to more serious matters," Bucky interjected, reminding them why they were in the first place. He pushes a file in front of him. Steve opens it to find a picture of a man along with some papers. "Guy by the name of Rumlow wants to talk to you."

Steve raised a brow while looking through. "Who's he?"

"They call him Bullseye. He never misses a shot. He's also a bigtime narcotics man," Sam replied, "Gotta big field all the way in Morocco."

"Says he wants to expand the business," Bucky continued. "He's working with the Lucchese family, Helped him buy a warehouse and fronts to get set up."

"We've already got guys like him," Steve dropped the folder back onto the desk.

"Yeah, but this guy's different." Bucky pointed out. "This stuff that he's got is top of the market. And if we don't get in on this action it's gonna be a major loss." He stated. "Maybe not now or tomorrow but in the next ten years. I mean who knows?"

Steve frowns slightly while scratching the side of his neck. "I don't know. I don't trust him," he said doubtfully."Sam?"

Sam shrugs. "It's all on you big man."

Steve huffs. "Fine, I wanna meeting with this guy," he gets up and pulls his jacket off his chair. "Sometime tomorrow. And before that, I want every piece of information you can get on him on my desk in the morning. Send Clint and Scott."

Steve put his coat on and slipped his phone in his pocket.

Bucky raised a brow. "Where ya going?"

"Out," he replied curtly, heading for the door. He opens the door and they already know where he's going. Steve pops his head back in. "Oh and tell 'em to take the kid with 'em. I don't pay him to sit around all day," he reminded them. "Teach the kid some ropes and make sure he doesn't get shot in the head for saying something stupid, alright?"

"He's a pain in the ass," Bucky deadpanned.

"Never said he wasn't," Steve retorted. "But I don't need his auntie on my bad side. So do me a favor and deal with it," he stated firmly.

"Easy for you to say," Sam jabbed. "You're not the one who's stuck listening to him yapping about Star Wars or some crap. Kid's a nerd," he grumbles.

Steve chuckles while leaving. "Leave him alone. He's a good kid," he contended. "Anyways, I'm off."

"Why are you here?" You deadpanned.

"You don't seem very happy to see me," Steve said, sitting on one of the barstools lining the granite counter with a mischievous grin splayed on his face.

"That's because I'm not," you said flatly, wiping down the counter.

"Ouch, that hurt me right here," he winced while clutching his heart.

"That was my intention," you remarked, unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face.

Steve notices it. He obviously did. Nothing ever went past those pretty blue eyes. He leans over the counter with his arms crossed on top.

"Doesn't seem like it," he teases.

You click your tongue and push his face out of yours. He chuckles and you couldn't help but let go of a chuckle or two.

"You're an idiot, Rogers," you remarked.

Steve props the side of his face with his hand, watching the way you move around the place, frolicking from one spot to another. He watched you like you had the stars in your hands and hung them up in the sky. Even in a dull all-black uniform and hair twisted in a loose bun with a few strands running rampant, there's a glow to you that has him warm on the inside. Your face was bare, only marked with an acne scar here and there and dark circles underneath your eyes due to a lack of sleep and yet, he thinks you're the prettiest thing in the world.

"What?" You asked puzzled and slightly embarrassed.

"Nothing," he smiled, a tint of pink spreading on his cheeks.

"Don't you have anything to do?" You asked. "Or is the mob all talk and no work?"

"I finished early," Steve replied with a chuckle. "So I thought I'd meet my favorite waitress."

"Oh, I'm so honored," you replied sarcastically earning a roll of the eyes from him. You leaned over the counter in front of him with a smirk. "And what have I done to earn a visit from the high and mighty kingpin?"

"Stole my heart," he murmurs.

"What?" You asked standing straight. I didn't hear that. Let's pretend I didn't hear that.

"N-nothing," he quickly replied.

You shake it off as a trick of the mind. "Well if you're here we might as well do something," you dug your hand into your pocket.

"Good idea!" He exclaimed.

"Here," you slammed a stack of cards with a rubber band twisted a few times around.

He furrowed his brows. "What the heck is this?"

"My flashcards. You're gonna help me study," you stated calmly.

Steve groans. "I thought we'd do something more heartfelt to get to know each other more."

"There's the door if you wanna leave," you deadpanned.

"Fine," Steve huffs. "Gimme that." He snatches the cards from you.

Slipping off the rubber band, he flips through the cards and picks a random one.

"Alright," he reads the flashcard. First, he squints then opens them wide in confusion. "I don't understand what this says. It's not even in English."

"Lemme see that," you took it from him.

"It says deoxyribonucleic acid."

"What the fuck is that?" He questioned, his nose scrunched in disgust.

"Its DNA, stupid head," you retorted, slightly annoyed.

"Then why didn't you just write that?"

"Cause I wanna practice spelling it, moron, and cut the sass before I end up kicking your ass to next Tuesday."

Steve smiled, feeling a streak of mischief. "Damn, sweetheart, you sound so pretty when you talk like that. Keep going." He cooed.

Your cheeks burn read. "D-don't say things like that! You're such a weirdo!" You stammered with an angry pout.  

"Oh, my heart!" He exclaimed while clutching his chest. "You're making me see stars!”

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"Why don't you make me with those pretty lips of yours?" Unable to say anything you yank on his ear hard and he yelps. "Ouch, that hurts!"

"Fucking good!" You shouted still pulling on him.

Wanda watched from the small window of the kitchen with a smile. "They make a good match, don’t they?" She asked May. May chuckles while watching you pour out your rage on the poor mob man.

"Like peanut butter and jelly."

A/N: School starts next week for me so updates will get slow. 

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[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 993: Initial Thoughts

Sometimes we’re just not allowed to have a good time Chapter 993 takes an age to translate but we finally can get down to the initial thoughts segment of the chapter. I had to move to another source since the other one was just sitting on French for hours

Spoilers for Chapter 993, Also Support the Official Release

For the cover story we should probably have changed it to ‘Gang Bege’s Oh My Family’ to ‘You Go Gotti!’ because Gotti is the proper winner here. Lola is his bride getting to finally marry, Pound gets to witness a wedding and things are at least rosy there

The Fire Festival was actually quite intriguing, it was a festival so pro-Oden it makes you wonder how the pro-Orochi education gets enforced if this happens annually, and what of the Kaido forces that stay behind? What happens to them?

Oda also making sure we notice absences of Tsuru, Hitetsu, Hiyori and Tama...just sayin’

Now that is more like it from Queen, a bullet that’s turning our allies into vicious ice demons. This could be the forefront for Chopper or even a possibility of a powerful ally turning into an Ice Demon. I wonder if Brook could control dominion over them too? Ooooh imagine Ice Demon Apoo? Or Hawkins infecting his Straw Demon with the Ice Demon!

We get some humorous bickering though with Sanji and Luffy over conserving Luffy’s energy, only for Jimbei to do it in one hit and get some lip from Sanji for stealing his thunder. It kinda reminds me of what was flashbacked in the last chapter with the Scabbards wanting to prove themselves the most loyal

Bao Huang though with her Squirrel SMILE somehow can see through those Eye tags too, using a catto with one, interesting security system for sure but bad for Momo’s party as King issues the kill order

Seeing Who’s Who didn’t surprise me for that, but seeing Ulti did, I mean she’s got Usopp and Nami to deal with

Ooooh Sasaki looking evil pissed there

Shinobu’s got a lot sticking out of her at the mercy of Sasaki’s ‘Armored Corps’, makes you wonder if he has a similar DF to his team, Ankylosaur DF anyone?

Also can we appreciate Tank Face over here, that guy has it rough

But looks like Yamato will be fighting Sasaki for this bout

Scabbards are right though, battle’s not done just because Kaido has fell

Kaido continues with being a little hard to read though, at one point he’s like ‘how dare you harm my precious subordinates’ but then here it’s ‘I wouldn’t have minded if you killed me tbh’

And therein lies my worry, hurting Kaido is one thing but killing him is an entirely different story. Even when you can land sufficient hits it only takes one hit

And they had to pick Kiku...freaking wind scythe breath stuff

Nice of Oda to note ‘no break next week’ though

So...ouch First and foremost I do not believe Kiku is dead. Short an arm definitely and probably out of commission but not dead. Personally I am predicting some allies and even crewmates taking some heavy blows from this raid, but there is a ray of hope from these injuries and it’s that our alliance just happens to have 3 of the best doctors in the One Piece world (Chopper, Law and Marco) and all happen to be in Onigashima right now. Still it’s gonna boil some blood, Izo did not reunite with their sister just to watch Kaido kill them. And Kin’emon is definitely gonna take it to heart, but I wonder if Oda’s decommissioning Kiku because of how similar her skills are with Brook’s ice-themed swordplay, I still think that taking Kaido may end up being a crew effort. But Kaido’s forces are showing their fangs a little; Sasaki has axes to grind, Queen has his zombie army (which will inevitably block off the lower floors to force more of the tower climb), King is...well he’s chilling but he’s got eyes around the place - whether that’s just a unique thing to Bao Huang or maybe Who’s Who’s DF is yet to be seen - and Kaido is literally showing his fangs. We could be in for a few dire chapters up ahead but we do have some idea where each Straw Hat is right now (besides Brook); Franky still has that Number, Usopp and Nami are taking Pay-Pay and Ulti who is keeping her ears close to the Yamato situation, Zoro is with Drake in the Ice Demon infested floors, Robin is with Chopper on that same floor and Sanji and Jimbei are trying to keep Luffy out of trouble, which I would bet he will still find and force both of them to hang back so he can get to Kaido. I do think someone has to come support Yamato, I don’t see them taking Sasaki and his fleet on their own successfully, and I’m certain someone will have to give King and Who’s Who something to contend with. We are still missing content from team Law, team Kid, Caribou, shadowy guy in the bushes, Brook, Hawkins, Hyou and his Yakuza buddies, and I’m sure others. Just gotta strap in and pray that your favourites survive

[yayeetsonny]

"I really have 3 moms huh?" Baby R/Christen, Kelly, and Becky

Prompt: "Can you do one with Kelley, Becky, Christen being protective of the reader (since she’s the youngest and also in both teams with them) and acting like her team mom’s?"

This is for @super-market-sun-flowers

I'm so sorry that I've taken forever to get this out I just wanted it to be good haha. hopefully you like it!

-Minor swearing

Y/N PRO//

I finally was able to head back to the locker room after a grueling game against the Portland Thorns. We won the game 2- 1. I was so proud of the team and I was proud of how I played but I was in some serious pain because Midge Purce had fouled me in the 85th minute and when she did she clipped my ankle. I got up and walked it off and was able to play the remainder of the game. I did my best to hide the pain I was in because my "moms" Becky, Kelly, and Christen would totally flip if they knew. See I'm the youngest player on the Utah Royals FC and USWNT, at age 17 and being 4'11 doesn't help much either. Those three in particular baby me a lot. It's very sweet but sometimes it's a little much. 

As I was taking off my cleats I noticed my ankle was a little purple and swollen. Uh oh, Midge got me good.

"Shit." I mumbled, wincing when I went to move it.

"Oh my god. You need ice on that little one." Christen said startling me by her sudden appearance.

"H-hey Christen, it's really not a big deal. I'm okay."

"Then why are you grimacing and looking close to tears?"

"My allergies."

"You don't have any."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't.- okay since we're going in circles I'll just call Becky and Kelly over and see what they want to do."

"Woah wait that's not necessary. Shouldn't I be able to decide what to do about my injury?."

"No. You never take care of yourself when you're hurt or sick and you're the most stubborn person I know."

"I'll make sure I don't exert myself I promise!"

"I don't believe you even a little bit." She said crossing her arms and giving me a look.

"Okay, okay whatever get the other two involved I don't care anymore." I said exasperated

"Kelly, Becky come over here for a sec please."

"Hey what's up?"

"What's up CP?"

"Our kid is hurt and she doesn't want to ice her ankle and thinks that she can take a care of herself."

"I'm 17 years old! I turn 18 in like 4 months!" I said indignantly

"Sush. Let us help you babe. You're hurt."

"I'm fine guys seriously. it's nothing. Look we have camp in a week and I really don't want to jeopardize my chances by making this a bigger deal that it is."

"It'll be an even bigger deal if you don't take care of it properly and over do it at camp. Please just cooperate and ice your ankle." Christen said softly yet sternly. She's always been softer and gentler with me than the others but she has her moments too. Kelly and Becky nodded their heads in agreement.

"Ugh okayyy." I said. They all laughed at my dramatics as Kelly ruffled my hair. Kelly and Christen then proceeded to help me to the bus while Becky carried our things. Once there they insisted on having me sit in the back with my feet on Becky's lap elevating my foot. All of them fussing over me and arguing over what was the right way to ice an ankle.

"Kelly I swear if you hurt her more jostling her foot like that I'll make you hurt." Christen threatened

"Chill Chris I got it." She said

"No you don't you're hurting her."

"Stop being so uptight."

"She's my kid."

"She's my kid too. She's our kid." Kelly said looking a little hurt.

"You're right, I'm sorry Kel."

"They finally were able to agree on the way my foot was wrapped with the ice and let me be. Given it was only after Becky threatened to not let either of them take care of me if they didn't get it together. The look she gave then would have made a grown ass man afraid.

3 hours later//

The girls definitely were pushing it with the whole babying thing, they insisted on carrying me everywhere after we got back to the apartment we shared.

"Chris you can put me down! I can walk." I said, and I know what you're thinking but she's definitely stronger than she looks. She was carrying me to the couch after I woke up from a nap that she insisted on me taking because according to her I was "grumpy"

"No bubs you could hurt yourself more just let me help you. I just want you to be safe."

"I know Chris and I am, with you I always will be." I said laying my head in the crook of her neck.

I know I said them babying me and acting like over protective moms 24/7 was a little much but sometimes it really does make me feel all warm inside. Kelly and Becky had gone out to get food for all of us and would be back any minute.

Suddenly the door burst open and Kelly came barreling in "we're home losers!!"

"Kelly chill, Chris could've dropped our kid." Becky said having noticed that we jumped when they entered.

"Oh, oops my bad."

"Sometimes I feel like Christen and I have 2 kids instead of 1." Becky said rolling her eyes in amusement.

"Hey! I resent that!" Kelly said

"Oh come on Kel, she's only joking."

"I still resent it." She mumbled.

"Okay well let's eat before the food gets cold." Becky said patting Kelly on the back as she continued to pout.

"What's for dinner?" I asked

"Sandwiches from the deli around the corner."

"Oh yes, Antonio's! That place has the best hot sandwiches!" I said eagerly as I attempted to wiggle free from Christen's grip.

"Okay Christen seriously let me down please."

"We just talked about this baby, I'll put you on the couch that's it."

"I'm not a baby!"

"You're acting like it."

"Am not!" I whined

"Point proven." She said giving me a knowing look.

"Listen we love you and you're our kid whether you love it or not. We all know you at least like it 9/10 when we baby you. We're always gonna want what's best for you. Please let us take care of you until we know for sure your ankle is better." Becky said

"Okay, I'm sorry guys I just still have trouble getting used to having people who care about me so much. Sometimes I get a little overwhelmed by all the love you guys give me 24/7. I really do appreciate it and love you guys so much." I said getting all sappy.

"Awww you love us!" Kelly said running over and crushing Christen and I in a hug.

"Yeah, yeah. Can we eat now please?" I said

"Oh right, almost forgot." Becky chuckled

1 week later//

Becky, Christen, Kelly and I arrived at camp and met the rest of the team in the meeting room. After going over the plan for the day we were released to do some team bonding.

"Hey Y/N I missed you!" I heard someone say before I was startled by Emily Sonnett jumping on my back. I was able to catch her legs at the last second so she didn't fall but I rolled my already sensitive ankle as I tried to regain my footing.

"Shit, shit, shit." I said as Emily realized something was wrong as she climbed off of me.

"Oh man I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't hurt you did I?" She said looking slightly scared. All of the players on the USWNT, even some of the newest ones knew who my "moms" were and knew that they'd do anything to protect me, even going as far as getting in people's faces sometimes.

"I just lost my footing and rolled my ankle a little no big." I said trying to shake it off.

"You sure? Do you want me to get Christen?" She asked knowing I was closest with her.

"No, no it's all good. Just try not to surprise me anymore." I said smiling at her softly as I walked away.

"Hey kid, you good?" Ashyln said as I walked passed her

"Yeah, yeah all good." I said as I tried to rush away. My ankle was doing much better but still sensitive and was just getting back to 100% I argued with myself on what to do because it really hurt and I was beginning to panic. I knew my moms would be upset if they knew I had hurt it again after we just got here and I- wait, I called them my moms. Huh I didn't even notice. Do I say it out loud too? Does it weird them out? Oh my god wait what if they think it's weird I mean I know they think I'm their "kid" but I've never called them moms out loud before. I began to get lost in thought and was really starting to panic about everything, so much so I didn't even realize I ran right into Christen.

"Ouch" I landed on my butt after running right into her back. She turned around from talking to Tobin and Julie.

"Woah, hey there bubs. You okay?"

"Y/N?"

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm good. Sorry I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I said refusing to make eye contact, my ankle was killing me

She crouched down so she could look at me and softly grabbed my chin tilting my head up so I'd look at her. "Hey, What's wrong."

"Nothing."

"I know you too well to know when you're lying."

"I'm not lying it's nothing, just drop it." I said frustrated

"Woah drop the attitude please."

"I'm sorry, just forget it please."

"Y/N..." she said in a warning tone along with giving me the look

"Okay fine, I may have twisted my ankle when Sonnett jumped on me when she came to say hi." I said hesitantly as I scooted away.

"Well there it is, gotta go bye!" I said attempting to get up and get away before she went into full mama Press mode.

"Uh uh. Don't move, Kelly! Becky!" Christen yelled across the room.

"Oh man." I said laying back and face palming

"Uh oh short stack you gotta help sonnett before Chris, Kelly and Becky kill her." Tobin said in amusement.

Julie just rolled her eyes and said "why am I friends with you guys?"

"Oh shut up, we work together and you love us." Tobin said

"She's right dude you can't get enough of us." I said smugly.

"Woah CP, what's going on?" Kelly said rushing over to us as she saw the look on Chris's face.

"Where's Becky?"

"She's coming over right now what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"No."

"Chris will you please relax I'm okay." I said trying to get her to settle down before she went off.

"No stay out of this." She said not looking at me.

"This is literally about me! Come on don't make this a big thing."

"Hush before I-" she didn't get to finish because Becky came rushing over much in the same way as Kelly.

"Woah hey everyone take a breath, let's calm down. Will someone please tell me what this is about?"

"Sonnett hurt our kid!"

"No she didn't! I rolled my ankle when she tried to jump on my back! It's not a big deal I'm fine!" I said aggravated.

"She shouldn't have done that!" Christen said angrily. Becky, Kelly, Julie and Tobin were just looking back and forth as we argued.

"I can take care of myself! Just please don't hurt sonnett it was an accident and she didn't mean to. She even apologized even though it wasn't necessary."

"What she did was reckless and she could have seriously hurt you and herself!"

"Oh my god will you stop being so dramatic?! It's. Not. A. Big. Deal." I was getting increasingly frustrated as the argument went on.

"Oh I'm sorry, I guess you don't care about your safety or anyone else's then?" Chris said raising her eyebrow daring me to say something else.

"I do I just... Chris will you please talk to me about this, without yelling?" I said softly, finally relenting.

"I just want to protect my baby." Chris mumbled helping me up and pulling me against her chest. She ran her hands through my hair and kissed me on the forehead.

"I know Christen, I'll always feel safe and be safe with you protecting me. I already told you that. It won't ever change."

"Get ice on your ankle please. Elevate it and make sure that if you need anything at all you tell Becky or Kel okay baby? I'll tell dawn about your ankle so she can decide what to do."

"Yes mama." I said taking myself and everyone around us by surprise.

"I- I mean, yes Chris. I'll get on that. Where are you going?"

"Well, Sonnett and I need to have a chat so I'll see you later okay?" She said trying to mask the surprised look on her face.

"Don't kill my best friend please."

"Don't worry I just want to make sure she knows not to be so reckless next time."

"Okay..."

"Julie Tobin watch out for Em please." I whispered as Kelly carried me away.

"You got it kid." They said in sync

"Come on babe let's get you that ice."

30 minutes later//

"How you feelin kid?" Alex said as she sat next to me on the couch after finishing a game of monopoly deal with Tobs.

"I'm fine I guess it just blows my ankle is back at square one."

"Aw yeah that sucks, but it's not too severe right? So you'll be able to play with us and everything in a few days."

"You're right I'm just glad this camp is a pretty long one. I'll have a real chance to still show what I can do to the coaching staff."

"You're so talented. You have nothing to prove babe."

"Thanks Al that means a lot."

"Of course love. I love you."

"I love you too."

"You wanna play a game of speed?"

"You're on, just know I'm really good."

"Okay whatever you say Alex." I said chuckling

"What you don't believe me?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

"Oh it's on."

"Let's do it."

In the end Alex absolutely creamed me. But the plus side was that it wasn't just me she creamed, Crystal, Mal, Rose, and Sam had all joined in and it was amazing watching them lose just as badly as I did.

"Hey where's Chris?" I said suddenly realizing I hadn't seen her or Emily in over half an hour.

"Don't you mean mama?" Sam said teasing me as everyone else laughed

I blushed as I mumbled "that was an accident. Just forget it."

"Aw come on it was cute!"

"Yeah how come you don't call me and Becky mom or mama?" Kelly said appearing out of nowhere.

"Ahh! Geez you guys gotta stop doing that to me!"

"Aw I'm sorry kid. My bad."

"Seriously where's Chris? She didn't kill Emily did she? I told Julie and Tobin to watch out for her. What if-"

"Woah kid chill out, she's coming over right now."

"Hi bubs. You okay?"

"Yeah ma-Chris, I'm good. You and Em good?" I said catching my slip up. Everyone smirked at me knowingly while Chris gave me a curious look.

"Yeah we're good, you sure you're good?"

"Yeah." I said my voice cracking as I said it... dammit.

"Okay... uh hey guys can you give Y/N and I a minute I wanna talk to her about something." Everyone nodded and got up and went elsewhere, Sam patted me on the shoulder as she left.

"What's up Chris?"

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting a little weird."

"Well, it's just that I know I slipped up twice now calling you mama and the girls were teasing me earlier and I'm sorry it probably weirds you out. I didn't mean to i swear, I'm so sorry please don't be mad, please don't hurt me I-"

"Woah hey, hey. Shhh calm down you're okay bubs. No ones going to hurt you, we would never. What's that all about? Look at me." Chris said holding my face so I'll look at her.

"I'm sorry I just don't want to weird you guys out. And uh, it's nothing forget I said that." Shit I really let that slip out, well that's a backstory for another time.

"You know I'm not going to do that baby, we'll talk about that later okay? You're okay I promise, there's nothing weird about it. We already see you as our kid. We love you more than you'll ever know and I'd be honored if you decided to keep calling me mama. I'm sure Kel and Beck would ecstatic to be called mom too." She said while rubbing my cheeks soothingly

"Can we finish this conversation with Becky and Kelly?" I asked timidly

"Of course Y/N. They won't mind."

"Kel, Becky can you come sit with us for a minute?"

"Yeah coming!"

"Absolutely!" They both came to sit with us, Becky on the other side of me and Kelly sat across from me.

"What's up kid?"

"Uhhh..."

"Y/N is worried that calling us her moms in a not joking manner will weird us out."

"Wait you really want to call us moms, like for real?"

"Well yeah i see you all as my mommies and I love you so much and wouldn't be anywhere without your love and support."

"I'd be honored."

"Me too."

"Wow really?"

"Of course, we really do love you kid."

"I love you too." I said almost beginning to cry.

"I really have 3 moms huh?"

"Yeah, you do."

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

-THE END

[bellamyblake]

Bellarke and their tiny son Gus headcanons part 2 (aka Gus tells a story this time):

Gus loves making his mom draw things for him and their usual occupation when she picks him up from the camp’s day care and brings him home is to sit down and watch him bring her her sketch pad and the few pencils she had while they waited for Bellamy’s shift to be over.

four year old Gus would climb on the table, wiggle his tiny feet up and down in the air while he watched her draw;

“What do you want today, Gus?”

“A TIGER!!!” he’d exclaim happily before climbing up on all fours and acting up the cutest of “Rawrrrrr!”s there are making Clarke chuckle; 

“Tiger? Okay....let’s see,that’s not an easy one-” she bites her tongue when she picks up her pen, a habit Gus had too when he was scribbling something down;

“You said you liked when i chengelled you, momma!”

“You mean challenge” she corrects patiently “and yes, I do. Good boy.” she ruffles his hair and he squirms underneath her. 

he had the same dark thick curls his father did, that fell off his forehead and eyes sometimes making it hard for him to see so he’d brush them away with his tiny hand or blow some air up that always made Clarke laugh; 

“Should I add a river? You know tigers love to swim.”

“They do?” Gus asks tilting his head with curiosity.

“Absolutely.” she touches his nose and he rests his chin on his hands as he spreads belly down on the table and watches her work. he could spent hours like this, never getting bored; 

“Think we can go to the river too soon, mama?”

“Of course, when the weather gets a little warmer.”

“And dada won’t have to take that many shifts, right?” Gus asks with hope in his voice. 

Bellamy’s been working really hard lately as many of the guards were sent off to Polis with Kane and her mom as part of some trade negotiations going on so it was up to her and him to deal with everything around. On top of that there was the flu going around so that meant more people stuck inside than out hunting or guarding;

of course Bellamy always tried to fill in himself when he could which resulted in him coming home either just before Gus went to bed or early in the morning before he woke up which was horrible because both she and their son missed him; 

just as she’s about to answer him, the door opens and Bellamy comes in, jacket covered in snow, boots dragging water, curls stuck to his forehead, figure hunched and before he can even take off his rifle and gun, Gus is jumping off with a yell from the table and running to him;

“Dada! Dada!” he throws himself in his legs and wraps his tiny arms around his dad as Bellamy ruffles his hair but Clarke notices he keeps his other hand on his back and tries hard not to wince;

“Hey, big boy!”

“You’re home!” Gus exclaims looking up with big wide happy eyes; Bellamy leans to pick him up just as Clarke catches up with them; 

“Bell, don’t!” she scolds carefully so as not to scare Gus. Bellamy meets her eyes and shakes his head, trying to say a quiet “I’m fine” already lifting Gus up to his chest and biting back a groan. 

“I swear you’re getting bigger by the hour!” he rubs his nose against Gus’ and peppers kisses all over his face while Gus squirms “Dada, you’re COLD! Ouch! So cold!”

“Am I? Should I turn you into a snowman then, huh?” he shakes his head and some of the remaining snow flakes end up on Gus, melting on his face and clothes while his laughter fills the air;

When he tries to walk with him to the table, though he actually finally groans and limps a little which makes Clarke’s hand shoot for his elbow.

“Bellamy, drop him down before you have to use a wheelchair to leave he house!” she hisses in his ear but Gus hears them and looks at his dad with the most worried expression as Bellamy finally drops him down.

“Dada, you okay? Your back urts, again?”

“It’s fine, Gus.” Bellamy promises ruffling his hair and cupping his cheek. 

“Mawbe I can walk some on your back again like the other night. Give you a massadg?”

“It’s okay, I’ll fix dad. How about you go ahead and get your pjs on while I get dad to bed and you can cuddle right next to him so he can tell you a story, huh?” Gus throws them one last look before they both nod in reassurance and he leaves;

“You shouldn’t spent hours standing up in this goddamn freezing weather!” she scolds before he can even open his mouth “You know it’s bad for your back!”

“It’s nothing-”

“Don’t start!” she cuts him off and helps him get to the bed. When his back hurt it wasn’t just that, it went all the way to his leg, to his feet and toes. Abby said it’s probably disk herniation and if he wasn’t more careful it could get worse with time which of course he ignored;

and now here they were;

“Come on, easy there.” she puts him sitting and he squeezes his eyes shut while his fingers wrap tightly around her and he breathes heavily; his other hand is still on his back but he lets her move it when she takes off his jacket before moving to his boots and helps him change into a fresh shirt and his pj pants that were just old basketball shorts they found in a bunker; 

“You’re not going anywhere tomorrow.” she warns when they hear the door of the bathroom open up and Gus patting to them;

“I got a shift.” he protests tiredly when she helps him lay back down “Agh!”

“Dada, you awkay?”Gus asks perking up as he climbs swiftly on their bed and sits near his feet “Mama is he awkay? Do we gotta call for grandma Abby and grandpa Kane?”

“No, baby boy, I got it. Dad just needs to rest okay?” Clarke promises when she adjusts the blankets behind Bellamy’s back and pulls the blanket up “Come snuggle next to him, I bet it’ll make him feel better.”

“It already does.” he promises when Gus quickly cuddles to his good side and wraps his arms around Bellamy’s “Dada maybe I can kiss it better?”

“You sure can, c’me ere!” Gus raises up and kisses his dad’s cheek, then rests his head on his chest and looks up all still worried and a little sad “Dada, maybe I can tell you a stowy tonait to make you feel better?”

“It’s okay, Gus you don’t have to.” Bellamy promises rubbing his back gently and running his hand through his thick curls “Dad’s okay. Just a little tired.”

“But I want to!” Gus assures moving up a little before Bellamy pushes him down to his chest again “Okay,then I’m listening.”

“Mama too!” Gus tugs Clarke’s sleeve and she lays on her pillow smiling at Bellamy while Gus settles carefully between them “Mama gotta tuck you in!”

“Okay, tucking in!” she promises pulling up the blanket and reaching to rub her hand over Gus’ tummy “So, which story will you tell us?”

“Hmmmmmm.....” Gus pats his cheek thinking “I wanna tell a princess story!”

“Which princess?” Bellamy asks through gritted teeth and Clarke reaches to hold his hand, sensing his pain and desperate to shoulder it with him.

“Long haired one!”

“Rapunzel, you mean?” Gus nods excitedly and claps his hands before starting “Once upon a time there was a princess with a beautiful blond looooooooooooong hair!” he begins making Bellamy and Clarke chuckle.

needless to say he falls before Rapunzel even lays her hair down leaving his parents staring fondly at him with hearts full of love;