#don’t get me wrong i’m still damned and determined to turn my shit around

[sashaforthewin]

Multi-chapter fic on Ao3

Steve had been enjoying a nice relaxing lounge by the pool despite it being night. He had his hearing aid off and his fruity drink and a romance novel Robin had let him borrow. He was determined to have a good time despite the circumstances. 

Someone tapped his foot, scaring the crap out of Steve and making him drop his book and nearly knock over his drink. 

It was a fellow cruise passenger and he was saying something. Steve turned his hearing aid back on.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked why you were out here instead of at the concert,” repeated the man with a smile.

“Oh, um. I’m not actually a fan of metal music. It gives me headaches if I listen to more than one or two songs in a row,” Steve admitted sheepishly.

This stranger was still clearly a metal head, but he looked significantly less scary than most of the ones he had seen so far that day. Everyone Steve met had been nice, but Steve hadn’t felt comfortable telling anyone he wasn’t a fan until now. Maybe because it was just the two of them out here and he was smiling so cutely. 

“Not a metal fan? Well damn, not to critique your life choices, but I think maybe going on a metal cruise wasn’t an ideal choice for you? I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

There were plenty of deck lounges around, all empty, but Eddie sat down on Steve’s right next to his legs. 

“Steve. So Steve, why are you on a metal cruise when you don’t like metal? These tickets were not exactly cheap and there’s no way you missed the theme, it was pretty clearly advertised,” Eddie asked teasingly.

Steve looked Eddie over, noting that he was actually pretty cute. Pretty eyes, nice full lips, dimples, and he was that type of lanky Steve was drawn to. He had good skin and his hair had some volume and texture to it, Steve could work with that. Bit of a fixer-upper, but a better starting point than most of the men that had flirted with him since his last failed relationship. He also had the vibe, so Steve decided this guy would be fine to open up to. 

“Well, Eddie, I bought this ticket for my dear friend Dustin for his birthday, but then the little shit went and outed me to my parents. Accidentally, of course, and he feels like shit about it. But still, that got me kicked out of my home so maybe I’m being petty but I decided he shouldn’t get to go on this cruise after all. I forgive him, it really was an accident, but still, gotta teach him a lesson.” Steve shrugged. “And I would’ve gotten the ticket refunded but the money would’ve gone back to my parents and they clearly don’t deserve to get anything back from me. So, instead of trying to figure out how to sell a ticket to a very niche interest cruise, I figured I deserved to just come and treat myself for four days before I have to go back to living in my ex-girlfriend’s basement. It’s actually pretty nice to have the ship to myself while all you guys are in there shaking your heads to loud music.” Steve gestured to the pool and the drink.

“Ex- girl friend’s basement?” Eddie asked.

“Shut up, I’m bi.” Steve smacked Eddie on the arm with his book. 

Eddie grabbed the book and looked at it as he replied, “Hey, just checking to make sure I’m not barking up the wrong tree.”

“Oh? Is that what you’re doing, barking up my tree?” Steve said, playfully.

“If you’ll let me,” Eddie flirted back.

“So how come you’re not in the show right now?” Steve asked, gently stealing his book back from Eddie’s grasp.

“Oh, I’m touring with those guys right now, I have heard them play the same set like fifteen times already. I’d much rather be out here getting to chat with you. You know you’re beautiful, right? How come you don’t live with your boyfriend? Or girlfriend?” Eddie asked, quite obvious in his fishing for information.

“I’m single and yes, I do know I’m beautiful, but I still like hearing it. Are you like a roadie or something?”

“Actually,” Eddie said, “I’m the lead guitarist in the headlining band. We play tomorrow night. Can I buy you another drink? Maybe dinner?”

“The, uh, the bill goes to our cabins,” Steve answered, too shocked that an apparently famous musician was asking him out to respond appropriately.

“Baby, I’ll put your entire tab on my cabin if you’ll let me. You are the most beautiful, and dare I say cleanest man on this entire boat. Metal heads are great, but they aren’t really my type.”

Steve takes a sip of his cold drink just to make sure he’s not fallen asleep and dreaming. The ocean is calm and the moon is full and he is most definitely awake.

“And what is your type?” Steve asked. 

“Handsome men with soft hands who will let me pamper them,” Eddie said, picking up Steve’s hand and feeling his lack of calluses. He placed a kiss onto each finger tip. “These hands aren’t meant for labor, let me spoil you rotten.”

Well, Steve reasoned, even if this ended up being just a weekend fling, it was going to be worth the price of admission.

[katsu28]

i don't know if you've done this, but a 🍭 “You told me not to worry about them.” with bradley bradshaw maybe??

thank you sm for requesting, my dear ari!! much love for u <3

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x aviator!reader, callsign Casper (like the ghost hehe), some swearing, 1.3k

They were just some harmless pranks; you could handle them. That was what you told Rooster over and over when he found out you were getting hazed by some other pilots in your squadron. It wasn't uncommon for stuff like this to happen to newer pilots, but damnit if he didn't hate seeing it happen to you. 

It was what he had to keep reminding himself when you called him at three in the morning one night and asked him to come pick you up from one of the shadiest districts in San Diego. His mind was reeling the whole car ride to you, because you’d sounded so quiet on the phone. Whether it was because you were embarrassed, upset, or even scared, he didn’t know. 

“Are you okay?” was his first question as soon as he’d put his car into park and rushed over to you, eyes squinting in the dingy, flickering streetlight to scan your whole body for any sign of injury. You just nodded, and when he seemed certain that there was nothing wrong with you, he frowned. “What the hell is going on? Why are you even out here this time of night?” 

“It was nothing, just another stupid prank,” You muttered, drawing your jacket tighter around yourself. Rooster’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” 

“Pranks are funny. This? Ditching you alone here of all places, that’s not a prank. That’s risking your life.” 

“You say it like I don’t do that for a living everyday.” You were joking, even though right now definitely wasn’t the time to be cracking one. 

Rooster’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Casper, okay? I know you wanna fit in and prove that you belong here, which you do, I know you do, but this hazing shit with your squad isn’t okay!” 

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You set off to the Bronco after that, effectively cutting the conversation short. Rooster was worried, you understood that, but every pilot went through this kind of thing. Making it through the pranks meant that you’d finally be accepted as a real part of your squadron, so you were fine with it. But Rooster had a problem with it, and he wasn’t afraid to tell you. Case in point. 

Rooster slid into the driver’s seat a few seconds later, turning to you and opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it, instead opting to just start driving. 

The atmosphere in the car was tense, to say the least. Neither of you wanted to break the charged silence, too headstrong to give in. 

Rooster was the first one to break a good while into the drive, voice defeated. “You told me not to worry about them, Y/N.” 

Y/N. Not your callsign. That was how you knew he meant business. 

“And you still don’t have to, Bradley. I have it under control.” And that was your stubbornness talking. It was one of the qualities you possessed that gave you the grit and determination you needed to make it this far in the game, and you’d be damned if you let a bunch of chauvinistic asses take it away from you. 

“If you had it under control, it wouldn’t’ve got this far. I can talk to those assholes, let ‘em know not to mess with you.” 

“Oh, and then what? I get let off the hook because my big scary Lieutenant boyfriend said so?” You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “They’re never gonna take me seriously after that. So thank you for picking me up, but just leave it alone, okay?” 

“I’m just trying to help you!” 

“Help me?” You let out a humorless chuckle. “You don’t get it, do you? However hard it was for you to earn the respect of other pilots, it’s fifty times harder for me. Nobody takes me seriously because of who I am. What I look like. I need to prove that I’m just as tough as they are, and if they think I’m pulling favors from you, I’m right back where I started.” 

Rooster hesitated again, taking a second to digest your words. He’d never actually thought of it that way. He was so focused on what he could do to get them to stop that he never considered how that would bode for you. Rooster knew the type of guys your squad members were. Hell, he’d even been that type of guy at one point in his life. 

But you were right. If he stepped in, that would only make things even harder than they already were for you. And if they suspected you’d gone running to him to get him to pull his rank, maybe even escalate it further. 

“I’m sorry,” Rooster said softly, settling his free hand over your knee. You continued to stare out the window, jaw clenched tight so he wouldn’t see you falter.

He tried again, a different approach this time. “I get it. Finding a good groove with a new team is hard. You just wanna take it, muscle through whatever they throw at you. Show them that you can play with the big boys. But sweetheart, this is getting out of hand. Stupid pranks are fine; I’ve pulled a shit ton back in my day. But when it comes to compromising your safety, that doesn’t fly with me.” 

Your breath trembled as you exhaled, and Rooster noticed. He flicked on his blinker, maneuvering off to the side of the street and killing the engine in one smooth motion before swiveling to face you in his seat, one big hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

“I was really scared, Bradley,” You admitted, your words nearly a whisper. You leaned into his touch instinctively, fingers curling around his wrist. “I—I didn’t know if I should call you, or just find my way back on my own. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” He cooed, stripping off his seatbelt. You thought he would try to hug you from here, but instead he held up a finger, hopped out of the car and rounded the hood, pulling your door open to gather you in a much better hug than you were expecting. His arms folded around you just right, lips pressing into the top of your head, heart a comforting thud against your ear. “Thank you for calling me. Always call me, no matter what time it is. If I can be there, I’ll be there. And if I can’t, I’ll find a way.” 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, voice muffled against the softness of his hoodie. 

“Of course.” Rooster sighed, giving you one last good squeeze before holding you at arms length for what he was going to say next. “You’re a good pilot, Casper. I’ve seen you fly, you’re one of the best I’ve ever seen.” 

“Yeah well, you’re biased,” You said lightly, nudging his ribs with your elbow gently. 

“I’m not! Professionally speaking, as someone who’s seen dozens of pilots come in with the potential to become something great and fizzle out, I can honestly, truly say that you’re not one of them. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, because you’re just that good.” 

“Are you trying to woo me and get me into your bed right now?”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed pink. “No! Well yes, eventually, but—stop distracting me! I mean it, okay? You’re going places. So tell those dickbags to knock it off, because chances are, if you’re as scary as I know you can be,” He earned another jab to the gut for that comment, “they’ll take the hint. Show them you’re not playing their stupid games anymore.” 

“I will.” Your fingers loosened their grip around his torso, lips quirking into a soft smile. 

“Good. I’m glad. And if they keep being jerks, I’ll gladly be of service.” He shrugged. “As your boyfriend, not Lieutenant Bradshaw. No pulling rank of any kind, I promise.” When you laughed, he straightened proudly, always pleased to be the reason you were happy. Some would even say it was his greatest mission in life. “Stay at my place tonight?” 

“Okay.” 

“See, now I’m trying to get you into my bed. I think it’s working too. Is it?” 

“Definitely.” 

[asmrrpaddict]

The First Laugh

David sat at his desk going through company paperwork. Something about shift changes or something, he didn’t really care. David was burned out although he could never say it out loud, especially around his pack. Some of them already had their doubts about David taking his father’s place, but he was determined to make Gabe proud.

It had only been three months since his dad died. Three months of paperwork, questions, paperwork, crying, & more paperwork. He never realized how much his dad carried on his shoulders everyday. He knew it was going to be a lot, but not this much.

Plastering on fake smiles and phony laughter took its toll. How do you answer, “Are you doing ok?” Or “How are you?” after losing the person you looked up to the most? David was stressed, exhausted, and unable to form coherent thoughts when he wasn’t working on something for the pack or the company.

By the time David got home he figured Ash would have gone to bed, it was two in the morning after all. He missed his best friend. Sure they lived together and Ash was his beta, but he couldn’t bring himself to just let loose and have fun anymore. He missed everyone. Milo and his new mate, Maria, Jessica, hell he even missed Christian at this point.

With his brain on autopilot he open the apartment door, kicked off his shoes, and hung up his jacket. He turned to see the lights were still on. Asher, come on, turn off a damn light. He thought to himself. He slammed his hand down on the light switch blackening the room. Except a faint glow.

“Oh fuck! What the hell?”

David heard someone shout from the living room. He flipped the lights back on and saw Asher coming around the corner with a water bottle defensively in hand.

“AHH!” Ash screamed as the lights came on and he saw David suddenly standing there. He tossed the bottle instinctively and David caught it.

“Asher, what the hell?” David growled.

“Oh God, Sorry David. You scared the living hell out of me.”

“So you brought a water bottle?”

“It was the only thing I had near by.”

“You’re a fucking werewolf.”

“Oh… yeah. Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t think about that.” He shrug nonchalantly. He reaches in his pocket and grabs his phone, “Holy shit David, why are you just now getting home man?”

“I still had work to do.” He tossed the bottle back to Asher and started walking down to his room.

“I, I would have stayed and helped had I known.”

“No worries.”

“Shut up!” Asher screamed.

David froze and turned back to his beta.

“Did you just tell me to…”

“No, no, God no. Milo’s talking at me through my headphones. You want me to tell him you said hi?”

“Whatever, I’m going to bed. You should too. We have a job tomorrow.”

Asher bit his lip. He’s been worried about his best friend.

“Yeah. Uh hey David. Can you… show me how to beat this thing? Milo and I are playing Destiny and I can’t beat this damn thing. And Milo’s being no help whatsoever.”

“Not tonight Ash. I’m exhausted and going to bed.”

“Awe come on David, just one little mission? If it takes more than 10 minutes, I’ll shut down the game and go to bed.”

I hope this works. Just something to break him out of it. I haven’t seen the big guy really smile or laugh since…

“Fine. One game.” David sighs and holds up one finger.

“Great! Thanks man!” Asher practically sprinted back to the screen.

David plopped down next to Ash on the couch and watched as he tried to win, but he failed… miserably. A little too miserably.

Ash turned off the headphones so Milo and David could hear each other.

And of course, within seconds Asher and Milo were arguing. David sat there taking deep breaths trying not to smash Asher’s tech.

“You’re such a fuckin’ moron Ash, that isn’t the way to do that… what are ya even doin’? You’re going the wrong fuckin’ way! Hold on. Yeah Sweetheart? Nothing’s wrong, just Ash being a fuckin’ idiot as usual.”

“Hey, don’t tell your mate that, they still like me and they’ll think I really am an idiot!”

“Butcha are one.”

David could hear the smug grin on Milo’s face.

“You know what Milo?”

“What?”

“You keep calling me an idiot to your mate and I’ll tell them about the time we went to the movies and you…”

“Hey, hey shut up man! You promised you’d never bring that shit up again. Besides you’re the one who made me eat the nacho cheese, milk dud, chili dog.”

Memories of that day flashed into David’s head. Milo and Tank were playing truth or dare and Tank dared Milo to eat whatever Asher could come up with.

“Hey, I just made the thing. Tank is the one who dared you. Besides, my dad had to throw away those shoes.”

Ash and Milo started laughing. David felt a different feeling in his chest. His shoulders began to shake as he fought back his smile.

“Again, I blame you!” Ma wouldn’t even heal me because she said it was my fault for agreeing to it.”

“Tank dared you to do it! I will share 0% of the blame on this one.”

“I’m gonna beat your ass!” Milo chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’m not even sure you can reach it!”

And that did it. David’s reserves broke. He let out the biggest laugh Asher had ever heard!

“You’re both idiots.” He said still laughing.

Asher’s grin grew almost off his face and he started laughing with him.

“Hey give me a minute, I’m gonna grab a soda. You need anything?” David stood and walked towards the kitchen, still smiling.

“Nah big guy, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Be right back.”

Asher heard the fridge open.

“Good job Ash.” Milo said.

“Thanks man.”

Asher sighed with relief at the sight of David smiling. He felt like he was finally getting his best friend back.

[tiefthieves]

Let Me Silence the Storm [Karlach x Tav (Sikah)]

hello all :) I've decided to stop being a little bitch baby and post some of the things I've been writing for my Tav, Sikah, and Karlach. This is a little drabble surrounding Sikah's fear of thunderstorms. In my mind, this takes place around the early quests of Act 3. Here's a picture of them because they're cuties! My blorbos ♡

From the balcony of the inn, Sikah sat and watched as dark gray clouds, heavy with rain, slowly crept their way up the horizon and toward the city. She could hear the low rumble of thunder as they drew nearer and could smell the raindrops in the breeze. Her stomach ached. 

Thunderstorms weren’t an abnormality along the Sword Coast. The proximity to the raging sea and the area’s pseudo-island climate brewed a perfect storm. When it rained in Baldur’s Gate it rained hard. Light showers were a rarity, only spitting in spring; for the remaining seasons, there was little snow, no showers, and no sprinkles, only drenching downpours. 

When Sikah was young she loved the rain— loved splashing in puddles, counting the seconds between thunder claps, watching lightning race across the sky. Her mother would tell her it was the gods and goddesses practicing their archery, each hot flash of pure energy an ethereal arrow. 

Lightning was just that, pure energy in a blistering flash. She reached up and carefully brushed her fingertips across her permanently disfigured skin as the memories resurfaced. Sikah could still feel the sweltering pain on her face and see the blinding bolt of light emitting from a whip which cracked like thunder. 

She gasped as something, no, someone, tapped her shoulder. 

“Shit baby, I didn't mean to scare you.” Karlach took a step back, “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Sikah lied as she stood up and brushed dust from her pants. “Need something?” 

“I was just checking in on ya, you’d been out here on the balcony for a while,” the taller tiefling leaned her back against the railing as she took a deep breath of coastal storm air. “Smells like rain.”

“Mmhm,” she hummed another passive lie, eyes still fixated on the darkening horizon. 

“For a rogue you’re a shit liar sometimes,” the barbarian observed, “What’s on your mind?” 

“It’s nothing,” Sikah winced as the skies opened up, darkening the cobblestone with heavy drops of precipitation, “let’s go inside.” 

Karlach wasn’t buying it. Something was up with Sikah and she was damn determined to figure out what. She pondered for a moment, cogs turning in her head while she reviewed the past hour. The evening had been rather normal, she thought. The party had stumbled into the tavern bruised and bloody from a day’s worth of adventuring. Firstly, herself and Sikah promptly made their way up to the inn to wash up before having dinner with the group, after which they retired to their shared room. From then on, Sikah had been out on the balcony watching the storm clouds. Even now, laying in bed with the balcony doors shut, the smaller tiefling kept an eagle eye on the window. 

“Did’jya see something suspicious out there? I can go pester Astarion to take care of it, he’s probably hungry.” Karlach attempted to draw her lover’s attention away from the window and onto her. 

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m fine, really,” Sikah gave her a reassuring half-smile. 

The taller woman raised a brow, “Darling, I love you, but you’re really bad at lying to me— which I appreciate, don’t get me wrong, but you can talk to me.” 

Sikah was silent, eyes fixated on Karlach’s fingertips as the larger woman moved to pull her into her chest. “I’m afraid of thunderstorms, of lightning, all of it,” her voice came out in a whisper. “It’s stupid. I can face goblins, devils, shapeshifters, cultists, and shadow cursed lands all without an ounce of fear, but a thunderstorm? I feel pathetic.”

“Hey now, I don’t date pathetic people, if I wanted to do that I’d go find Volo or some shit,” Karlach joked in an attempt to lower her lover’s guard. “Everyone has things they’re afraid of, baby. Usually for a good reason too.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Sikah rolled her eyes as a tiny smile dared to escape her lips. She tensed as a clasp of thunder shook the building, pressing herself into Karlach’s warm embrace. “Shit.”

“Hey, you’re alright, I’ve got you,” the barbarian cupped the woman’s cheek and ran her thumb over its textured flesh. She wanted to ask Sikah to tell the story of her scars, to uncover the mysteries that hid behind tarnished skin and bask in her bravery. Yet, Karlach’s mind was absent as she continued to pet Sikah’s cheek, softly humming as her eyes shamelessly wandered across the map of her speckled skin. “You’re beautiful, you know.” She eyed Sikah’s lips, her thumb teasing to inch closer. The smaller tiefling reached up to guide Karlach’s hand away, placing it on her chest before she draped her arms around the hellion’s neck. 

As rain continued to cascade down the inn’s window, the tieflings kept warm under the lush duvet of their bed. The next hours were spent in a lovers’ embrace; hands wandering across skin, muttered adorations, and airy breaths. With their clothes strewn across the floor, Karlach was able to fully appreciate her partner’s body in the blossoming candlelight. Sikah lay on her chest, back exposed to the air, arms hugged underneath one of the plush, feather pillows the inn provided. Her hair was down and out of its usual ponytail, cascading just barely past her shoulders. It had to be a horrible mess of tangles by now, for it hadn’t seen a brush in gods knows how long, yet her lover’s fingers effortlessly combed through it. Karlach reached out and traced her fingers over Sikah’s complexion, connecting the freckles in constellations across the map of her skin. Amongst the freckles were several scars, ranging from small cuts victim of anxious picking; to deep, discolored scar tissue from tougher quarrels. 

“You know, I’ve always liked a woman with a bit of story to her.” Karlach hummed as her nails trailed over scars, smiling as Sikah peeked an eye open and looked at her. 

The smaller tiefling raised a brow, “and by that you mean?” 

“Your body tells a story that no other can tell. Each scar, every dimple, freckle, and divett is completely unique to you. I could stare at you for hours and still manage to find something new.” Her infernal engine flickered as she shifted to prop herself on her elbow and rest her chin in the palm of her hand. “As you live you get more scars, maybe some more tattoos, all which give more stories to tell, I think it’s nice. I’ve never really cared for the flawless skin of elves, too smooth, reminds me of a naked cat.”

“I’m going to tell Astarion you called him a naked cat,” Sikah chuckled, too comfortable to budge from her current position. 

“Good, tell him, I think it’d be hilarious!” Karlach laughed. “He can stay being a pretty boy, I like my rogues tougher ‘round the edges.” 

The rogue bit her lip and pondered on her next words, tracing the raised skin on the back of Karlach’s strong hand when it rested over hers. “I haven’t told you how I got the scar on my face, have I?” Sikah shyly looked up at the stronger woman. 

“Nope,” Karlach shook her head. “If it makes you feel better, I thought it was a birthmark or something at first; but a battle scar is much more sexy.” 

She rolled her eyes, “Hush and listen, it's story time.” She moved to rest on her back, inviting the larger woman to lie beside her. Karlach’s head came to rest on the smaller woman’s chest, listening to the heartbeat she yearned for. “I told you about my time in Avernus,” Sikah began, “my two-year stint in prison, but never how I got out and what I did once I had…”

[depressopax]

hey! Are you good? Hope so!

So I don’t really know how this requests work, and I’ve read the rules you wrote so I’m so sorry if I do something wrong, if you can of course, could you do some fluff/comfort with Sergio Marquina from La casa de papel? Something like she risks herself for him because of a mistake that the guys did from inside the heist, and as they were the only ones out there and he was working with something else, she goes and solves the problem herself, but she puts herself in risk and Sergio is super worried but feeling loved and wanted at the same time.

Even if you can’t do it thank you for your time and attention anyway, have a good day!

HIII! Thank you for the request!  Sorry it took a while, but here it is!  I changed some things up, but tried keeping to the suggested plot.  I hope you like it and thanks for your patience!  Have a good day! <3

I did it for love

Fandom - La casa de papel

The Professor/Sergio Marquina x gn!reader

Pairing: The Professor x gender neutral reader Genre: Hurt/comfort Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP! Injury, guns, Berlin being a jerk lol, cuss words and insults. Reader is referred to as "Athens" and is gender-neutral, goes by they/them! Words: 1.5K Summary: After The Professor dissapears, Reader is dissapointed and tries dealing with the hostages alone. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

“What happens if the plan goes south?” The others grunted at the question.

“Athens… Por favor! Have some faith in us.” Berlin chanted with a smug grin. 

How you wish you could erase it from his face. Instead, you turned to look at the Professor. He adjusted his glasses. 

“If it would go south… I’ll be there to guide you all. Remember, I’ll be one call away. And you have Berlin to handle whatever dangers you might face.”

I’ll be there. - One call away.

Bullshit.

24 hours have almost gone by without a sign of life from the Professor. Shit is escalating. With arguments, disagreements, Berlin’s cruelness and Tokyo’s pathetic attempts to overpower him, together with Denver and Rio, the crew is totally fucked. 

You don’t know what’s worse - the fact that the plan is falling apart, the Professor's betrayal - or the fact that you, despite all- feels worried for him. You want to be angry, you should be angry. Still… The worry grows. Did he get arrested? Is he hurt? Why the hell isn’t he calling?! With determined steps, you walk into the office that is used to communicate with the Professor. Berlin is the only one allowed to keep in touch with him. But the plan is going south. Berlin has lost his mind, so has Tokyo. Who gives a damn if you break one rule? So you call him on the red phone. You wait, and wait, and wait… You repeat the same procedure three times before slamming the plastic phone back in its place. 

When leaving the room, Berlin stands outside the door. He’s leaning against the wall and looks smug.

“Athens. Are you sneaking around?” 

But you don’t have the energy to reply. As you walk off, he grabs your arm. 

“Let go!” you hiss.

“You tried calling him, didn’t ya?” 

“So what? At least I’m not sleeping with a hostage! I haven’t killed anyone, fuck! I haven’t raised my gun once. I have followed you, and the Professor since the start. But you? You and the others?” You laugh and shake your head. “No. You just had to ruin it. And now? The Professor is gone.” 

Berlin's grip around your arm tightens and his face twists into a look of pure madness. 

“I’m in charge here, Athens. Know your damn place.” he hisses right back at you and for the first time you feel threatened by him. 

Suddenly… Gunshots. And the scream of frightened hostages.

Berlin lets go of you and for the anger towards each other fades. Disagreement asides, you have a job to do. Together, you grab the guns and run. 

Is this the time when I’ll have to use the gun? You think and hold it out like a shield  as you run straight into the room where the hostages are kept. 

Arturito you idiot.

A confused and angry Denver's stands with his arms in the air and a gun to his head. Without thinking twice you sneak down the stairs. You must look wild, with fury in your eyes and a raised gun. Of course no hostage dares to warn Arturo about your presence.

“Drop the gun, Arturito.” He flinches when realizing someone’s behind him. His few seconds of fright is all it takes to regain control of the situation. 

“You ok, Denver?” 

“Yea, thank you, Athens. Let’s deal with this son of a bitch.” you both stare at Arturo. 

How he got the gun, you don’t know. But this could've ended poorly. Really poorly. Just as the situation is under control, it happens. “Athens!” Denver yells and raises his gun. You turn around, and suddenly something slaps into the side of your head.

A sharp pain courses through your body and you fall. 

“Athens? A word, please.” The professor had said to you, after class. The others left and you stayed. 

“Yea? What’s up?” 

You both sat down and the bearded man looked at you. 

“You’re worried. About the plan”

“Well… Yes, I am.” you had admitted. “No offense, Professor, but… What if something happens? And what if you don’t answer the phone when we need you, for some reason?”

“If that happens, Berlin will take over for me. Do you trust me, Athens?” A nod in reply. “My top priority is safety for you and the others. I promise to get all of you out. Okay?”

“Okay.” 

He smiled reassuringly at you and from nowhere… A warm feeling spread through your body. You’d never had him smile at you before. That day, you’d been at the Toledo House for two months. Professor saved your life and ever since he took you under his wings, you felt something towards him. Something besides friendship. 

“Do you trust me?” you had asked. He seemed startled and adjusted his glasses whilst nodding.“Of course I do, Athens.”

“You’re a good person, Professor.”

He blushed up.

“Uhm, thank you.” 

“I mean it.” 

During those two months, the two of you had built a connection. Both could feel it, but denied it. Mainly because of the “No relationships” rule. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted him. When you moved closer to him, he didn’t say anything. But when you leaned forward…

“Athens.” His voice was firm. 

“Sorry.”

“You know the rules.” He stood up and tried meeting your eyes, but eye contact was the last thing you wanted. You looked away in shame. 

“Sorry.”

He sighed and walked closer again.

“It’s ok. But I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry.” he turned to leave the classroom, but then added. “You’re a good person, Athens. And I trust you. Don’t you forget that.” 

He hurries back to the hideout. That was a close shot. Sergio had gone back to the Toledo House to plant some false evidence for the dear police force. But he didn’t expect that he’d almost get caught. When he enters the room, the phone is ringing. He’s ashamed. It’s been 24 hours. 

He, the mastermind of the heist, left his team to fight alone. He hates himself for it.

My top priority is safety for you and the others. I promise to get all of you out. Okay?

That’s what he once told Athens. They probably hate him now, all of them… But the thought of you hating him, that hurts. He picks up the phone.

“Berlin.” “Where the hell have you been?” his half-brother hisses on the phone.

“I had to fix some things. Sorry.”

Berlin sighs.

“Alright. Well, shit is going down here. The hostages tried escaping. They wounded Athens.” 

Sergio almost drops the phone. Athens. Athens. 

“Are they ok?!” 

“Will be. They’re unconscious right now.” 

Berlin continues updating him about the situation at the Royal Mint, but the Professor, the mastermind behind the heist, and the calm man with a plan for everything - isn’t listening. He’s thinking of you. Your smile, laughter, and the confession… And now, you’re wounded, all because of him. He broke his first rule, because at this very moment he realizes he indeed likes you.

More than a friend. 

After giving Berlin and the others instructions on how to handle the hostages, he scrolls through the security cameras, to keep the team updated in case he sees something shady. But his eyes remain on the camera showing the room you’re in. He just wants to see you wake up and make sure you’re ok. And finally, you blink your eyes open. At first, you feel a bit disoriented. Then the memories come back. The hostages. As you sit up, the room spins and you have to lay down again with a grunt. You hold yourself up on your elbows and take deep breaths. The back of your head feels sore. 

Sergio almost throws himself over the red phone as he sees you’re awake. When the phone rings, you pick up.

“Professor?” “Athens…” He whispers, letting out a loud sigh in relief. Guilt washes over him and he rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault. I was acting reckless.” “I promised I’d be there, Athens. And I wasn't…”

“Alright then… We’re both idiots.” 

He laughs at this, and without realizing it, he’s crying, too.

“But I’m the biggest idiot.” “Can’t argue with that, Prof.”

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow. I promise.”

“Are you ok, Prof?” He can hear the worry in your voice and it both flusters him and makes the guilt worse. You just got injured by a damn hostage, but worried for him?

“I’m just glad to hear your voice.”

The silence is comfortable.

“I should go back and help the others…”

“Athens. No. You need to rest.” 

“But I-” but when you sit up, everything spins again. “...Ok.” “I wish I was there right now. To protect you.” Sergio realizes what he just confessed too, and how it might come across. But he doesn’t care. He means it. 

“I’ll hold you to your words.” 

With that, Sergio finds the strength and motivation needed to be a good leader again. He’ll get you out of the Royal Mint. You and the others. And after he’s done that - He will never let you go.

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[obsidiancreates]

The Gang Solves A Murder (Part 1, Cold Open)

“Well, no, see–”

“Yeah, yeah I see it Dee, and it looks like a restraining order.”

“Right but it's- it’s a fraudulent one. I’m not a stalker, I mean, I’m not like Charlie.”

“Well, clearly the court disagrees.” Dennis takes a drink of beer and shrugs.

“Well, the court is wrong! And I’m going to fight this, dammit!”

“Okay, uh, how?” Mac looks up from wiping the bar. “We know one lawyer and he keeps screwing us over.”

“I’ve got lawyers.” Frank tosses a piece of fat from a sandwich behind him.

“Oh, great, so you can help me fight this?” Dee holds up the order.

“Don’t feel like it. Just wanted to brag.”

“Gosh damn you, Frank.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Dennis puts his beer down and holds up his hands. “Gosh, damn him?”

“Did I say gosh? I didn’t say gosh.”

“You absolutely did!”

Mac raises his hand, as does Frank. “We heard it too.”

“Well, whatever, the-the point is I need a lawyer who actually talks to us still.” Dee slaps the order down on the bar counter.

“Oh! Hey, we do know another lawyer!” Mac points at Dee. “Charlie’s uncle!”

“Yeahhh but he’s kind of a creep.”

“Oh, major creep.”

“He’s a pervert.” Dennis takes another sip.

“Yeah, and if Dennis thinks he’s a pervert that shows he’s real bad.”

“Wh- what does that mean?”

“You know what it means,” Frank says through a mouthful of hoagie. “But I ain’t payin’ for any lawyers.”

“Well, shit, I don’t have a choice, do I?” Dee reaches across the bar and grabs a beer of her own. “Where the hell is Charlie, I need to get this lifted as soon as possible–”

The door swings open, as determined to cut Dee off as everyone else in the bar is. Charlie stands in the doorway. His spiked and chained baseball bat hangs over his shoulder.

It’s caked with blood.

“Hey, Charlie!” Dee’s faux-smile doesn’t fall when she notices the bat, but it does tighten. “Oh, boy. You um, your jacket is all–”

“Oh, yeah.” Charlie chuckles a little as he walks in. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to clean up today.”

“Doing some home extermination? About time,” Dennis scoffs, taking another drink.

“Yeah, yeah, in a sense.” Charlie brings the bat in front of his face and looks at it.

Frank makes a face. “What? You weren’t home last night.”

“Mom’s out of town, wanted me to go deal with some rats in her basement.” Charlie rolls his eyes. “Like, first I’m doing Charlie Work here, and then at my mom’s house?! It’s too much, dude, I’m not doing any more Charlie Work today!”

“Actually, Charlie, you can do a different kind of Charlie Work today,” Dee says, trying very hard to keep up the niceties. “So your uh, Uncle Jack–”

“Saw him last night.” Charlie pops a peanut, still holding onto the absolutely bloodied basher. Dee gags.

“Y-yeah, so um.” She swallows thickly. “See, I have this little issue I could use his help on and–”

“Ah, sorry Dee, he can’t help you with anything.” Charlie begins walking to the back office, swinging the basher in his hand lazily (but not unskillfully).

“Aw, come on, Charlie!” The facade is dropped in an instant, all fake sweetness falling away. “Why the hell not?!”

Charlie turns around to face them. “Oh, uh, ‘cause he died last night.”

Silence fills the bar. The gang all stare at Charlie, his blood-stained jacket, and the basher.

Charlie just turns, walks into the back office, and closes the door.

The silence stretches out a few moments longer. Mac, Dee, Dennis, and Frank all turns slowly to meet each other’s eyes.

Mac is the one to voice is aloud.

“Did Charlie just kill his uncle?”

[essaysbyciara]

princess treatment.

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"You deserve princess treatment."

Do I?

I barely know how to advocate for myself. I take a lot of what is handed to me. I’m not sure that I have a fighting gene inside of my body. Maybe that’s why I’ve been taking all of this pain and torment in my life like a champ. 

I’m really a mass of soft and gooey stuff. I can’t take too much of a pounding. Talk shit, get hit. I remember my homegirl checking me for “coming off like I wanted to fight everybody.” I realize now that I used fake aggression as a defense mechanism. You can’t fuck with someone who appears ‘unfuckwittable.’ The fake thug veneer wore off years ago. If you hit me, I run away and go cry. 

I just want to cry while in the arms of someone. The person who scolded me for thinking that I didn’t deserve that good-good love and affection sadly didn’t get that far with me. I did feel safe around him. 

Until I couldn’t. 

I’m really a sweetheart. I’m as cul-de-sac, HOA as they come. I fold like church pamphlets. I’ve been hit with a hailstorm of fire and brimstone and still think that I’m not built for war. Life should’ve been took me out. I woke up yesterday in gratitude for God advocating for me when I couldn’t speak up for myself. God made the calls that I couldn’t. God aligns the stars that my eyes, too flooded with tears, couldn’t see. God cleared the pathways that my feet, heavy with guilt and shame, couldn’t traverse. And carried me. I’m an example of provision and miracle. 

I’m the strong soldier that God gave those toughest battles to. 

I still want to feel safe enough to say that I can be weak. Early-20th-century-Disney princess-weak. “Damn, I really want to save this girl” weak. 

In reality, I don’t. I just want to feel like I can honor my weakness in front of a man. I can truly fall apart. I’ve fallen apart at the hands of men for most of my life. One that’s kin to me feels like he can talk to me however he wants to because “I need to hear about myself.” I need to know that I’m this “failure” of a person who squandered her collegiate dreams away only to find herself working retail because she’s a “13 year-old in an adult’s body” who “can’t tell anyone about anything.” That I need to “eat” my failures. 

Some men feel so comfortable calling me weak, treating me as if I’m weak. I still remember the first man to call me a “bitch.” I still remember the first man who touched me when I didn’t ask to be. Disregarding my safety for their own ego. To prove that they are big and bad enough. That they are somebody. To themselves. Somebody to themselves. 

In college, I was a girl on her way to doing the thing she always wanted to do but I was so crippled by feelings of loneliness and sadness that all I wanted to do was crash and burn. But a man saved me from turning into dust. My Dad saw that I wasn’t okay. I never learned how to speak up for myself but my Dad could hear every thought and fear I had. He came and got me. 

I think that’s why I miss him so much. He treated me like his princess. He wanted to make sure I was safe. He got upset when I would put myself in situations where my personhood was in jeopardy. He cared about me. I knew that if something was wrong, I could go home. 

He set this standard that most haven’t kept. 

Yet, I know they’re out there. 

I know it when I get those texts asking me if I’m good. I know it when I get prodded to go outside and take a walk because I’m punishing myself inside these four walls of my bedroom and my damn mind. I know it when I get DMs reminding me that I’m seen and felt and heard. 

Those things keep me safe. 

My Dad wanted to name me ‘Princess.’ My Mom vetoed it. She did like a “tiara” and added a “c”. Maybe they knew I would be one of those 21st-century Disney princesses: strong, capable, determined and predestined to help save the world around her. 

And herself. 

[megidonitram]

Everyone's Running From Something (ch.3)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

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**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰ None

Astarion took a lap around the building to cool off before returning to his office- The last thing he needed was Gale asking him how he was doing after that little shit-show. Korrilla had also given him something of a runaround after he left Raphael’s office. She accidentally printed his requested forms on legal-size paper (because she forgot that she didn’t restock the printer before break) and then wasn’t sure if being in the wrong formatting would invalidate the paperwork, so Astarion had to wait for her to go get a fresh package of printer paper from the supply closet in the basement, which made him feel like a dick because she had to climb four flights of stairs to do that.

The problem with Korrilla was that Astarion never knew if she was in on Raphael’s torment or if she was just making a series of human mistakes because he made her nervous- though neither answer made the interaction any less annoying.

When Astarion got back to his office, Gale was still there. He was flipping through a heavily marked-up handbook on technical writing for business communications, staring at the pages as if he were either heavily engrossed by the reading -unlikely- or trying to light the damn thing on fire. It only made sense once he stepped into the room and saw Xenia posted up in the corner on her phone.

“Ah, Miss Bellona. Exactly who I was hoping to run into.” Astarion said, snapping the tension in the room like a loose thread. Gale nearly jumped out of his skin. “You look terrible.”

Xenia looked up at him with narrowed eyes, chewing one of her nails on her good hand. “I’ve had a rough few months.” She replied in that flat, desperately-trying-not-to-care tone that made her so fun to tease.

“I’ve heard. What do you need help with?” He slapped down his stack of paperwork on his desk and sat at his computer. Astarion saw Gale watching him wide-eyed, and he wondered how much Gale had pried while he was gone.

“I wanted to get the assignment sheets for my missing work from Survey of Gothic Literature,” Xenia said. Gale casually turned in his chair and pretended to rearrange the books on his shelf, giving them the courtesy of at least pretending to check-out of their conversation. “I thought I should get started on finishing that before the rest of my classes start…”

“Of course, you dropped off around Project… 4, was it? I think I kept a folder with your missing assignments somewhere.” With a few keystrokes, Astarion’s computer lurched back to life, fan buzzing as the machine recalibrated after being shut off for a month straight.

“I think the last thing I turned in was the 2nd character study…” Xenia replied. “…or maybe I just finished it- do you recall reading a paper from me about Miss Jessel?”

“I don’t, but I’ve read nearly a thousand bad-to-mediocre composition papers since then, so it’s likely I just forgot.” Astarion clicked through the expired Canvas shell to skim the grade book and determine which assignments he needed to pull.

“Oh, so my writing's mediocre?”

“I’m sorry, your 1200-word sophomore-level essay demonstrated a pure mastery of your craft. How foolish of me to forget when the beauty of your words brought me to tears.”  Astarion scoffed. He found the file folder he was looking for and printed it off. “Gale, I know you’re terribly busy, but could you grab those papers from the 2nd floor breakroom?”

“Absolutely!” Gale was on his feet and heading for before the request had fully left Astarion’s mouth. He gave Xenia a friendly smile. “Back in a flash!”

“Take your time.” The comment came out a lot more passive-aggressive than Astarion meant it. He watched Gale leave the room and listened for the stairwell door to open and close. Astarion turned back to Xenia. “What did you say to him?”

Xenia shrugged. “He asked about my dad, and I told him that I stabbed him to death.”

“Did you happen to… elaborate on that?”

“No, he didn’t ask.”

Astarion sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, if you want people to stop treating you like a freak, you’ll have to stop acting like one.”

Xenia crossed her good arm in front of herself and pouted. “It’s not like someone wouldn’t have told him anyways.”

“Probably, but even a complete stranger would make you seem at least a little saner,” Astarion replied.

Xenia went quiet for a moment, her lips twisting into a disgruntled snarl. Her eyes drifted to the water-stained ceiling tiles. Astarion sort of understood her twisted logic. There were a lot of people on campus who treated her like a ticking time bomb, regardless of whether they knew her exact circumstances or not. If people would be convinced that she was a monster regardless, perhaps it was better if she was the one doing the convincing- at least then she was in control. It hurts less to meet someone's rotten expectations than to try your hardest and fail to prove them wrong.

“I suppose you want to know what happened last semester?” she muttered.

“Tell me or don’t.” Astarion shrugged. “I could not care less.”

Xenia rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

“What I am is a mandatory reporter, so think carefully about what you want to tell me- unless you like filling out copious amounts of paperwork,” Astarion said. “Do you need the reading materials? I could just lend you my anthology since you’re the only one left in the class.”

“I’ve still got my book from last year…” Xenia replied, mind still very clearly elsewhere. “…Do you have siblings?”

Astarion paused. “Yes. 6 of them. Why?”

“How do you refer to them… like in your mind? Do you call them your siblings?”

“I don’t think of the much anymore, honestly. But I suppose when I do, I think of them as their first names.” Astarion sighed. “Is there something you actually wanted to talk to me about?”

“I’m having trouble figuring out how to think of my sister,” Xenia admitted. “I guess she was never really my sister, and she was never really to blame, but…”

“You’re allowed to be angry at her,” Astarion replied. “I think you should be, frankly.”

Xenia mulled over his words for a moment, and Astarion could see her run her tongue along the inside of her cheek, absent-mindedly tracing the contours of her scar. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door in the stairwell creaked open, and she clamed up, wary of being overheard.

***

Gale felt horribly selfish for wanting to bolt out of the office as badly as he did. He wanted Xenia to feel comfortable and safe around him -the poor thing seemed like she’d been through enough- but he’d locked up. It wasn’t difficult for Gale to surmise that she probably didn’t commit patricide for the fun of it- those kinds of actions are usually born out of extreme desperation. However, whenever he thought about trying to relate to her or lift the mood, the impulse was killed by some strange insistence that he was being too personal, too forthcoming, too intimate.

He envied the ease with which Astarion had struck up a rapport with her- it seemed that despite his posturing, Astarion did, in fact, have a few soft spots. Gale told himself that it was because Astarion had leagues more experience in these departments than he did, but still, he worried. This was the first time he’d been on a college campus purely as a professional, and it felt a lot more daunting than he’d ever imagined.

It took Gale a hot minute of wandering around on the wrong floor to figure out Astarion meant “second floor” in the standard British English sense of the phrase, and the break room was actually located on the third floor. He collected the small stack of orphaned papers from the tray next to the copier and returned to Astarion’s -his- office.

Xenia was still there, Idle chatting about the books she’d read while in involuntary hold. “Do you teach V.C. Andrews? She’d gothic lit, isn’t she?”

“I’m not much of an Americanist,” Astarion replied. “If I’m forced to teach Southern Gothic authors, I tend to gravitate towards Falkner.”

“Not Poe?”

Astarion gave her a derisive look, but Gale handed the stack of papers before he could respond. He flipped through to ensure everything was in order and handed them over to Xenia. “You’ve got two more plot summaries, a thematic analysis, and a comparative essay for the final. Work on them at your leisure.”  

Xenia took the papers and tossed them in the tattered messenger bag she’d brought without a second glance. “Thanks!” She said. “Is there anything else I need?”

Astarion put a hand on the paperwork he’d brought in with him, thumbing over the corner before he shot a scrutinizing look over at Gale. “Yes… but we’ll talk about it later.” He said.

“Alight, see you around then.” Xenia shrugged and slung her bag over her good shoulder but didn’t quite get it, and the strap slid down her arm, catching hard in the crook of her elbow. She let out a frustrated groan.

“Here, allow me.” Gale stepped forward and looped the strap comfortably over her shoulder.

Xenia cocked her head and gave Gale a thoughtful look, her dark eyes piercing right through him. “Thank you…” she muttered before she turned and hurried out of the office.

“She seems…” Gale trailed off. He wasn’t sure what Xenia seemed like; he’d never met a murderer before- at least not to his knowledge.

“Shorter than you’d thought she’d be?” Astarion asked flippantly, reclining in his chair. That was fair; Gale had a hard time imagining how someone as little and frail as Xenia could overpower a full-grown man, boxcutter or no.

“Did she really-”

“Self-defense,” Astarion answered several questions ahead. “I don’t suggest asking her anything else about it. She didn’t have a particularly pleasant home life.”

“I’d imagine not,” Gale replied, sitting back down at his desk. He tried his credentials again- still nothing. “-do you know how long it should take for me to be put in the university’s system?”

“Surely you should be in by now…” Astarion replied. He moved to look over Gale’s shoulder. He was so close Gale could feel his breath tickling the back of his neck- he had to suppress a shiver.

Astarion said something, pointing at the computer screen. He had such striking eyes, such a warm brown that they were almost red.

Gale completely missed what. “Sorry?”

“Try logging in without the server address,” Astarion repeated a slight edge in his voice. “Everything after the ‘at’ symbol.”

“Right.” Gale deleted the back half of his username and tried again. The computer loaded and loaded and loaded.

“That’s typically a good sign. Computers on campus take forever to log you on the first time.” Astarion said. He picked up the picture of Yenna and examined it dispassionately. “Cute kid, is she yours?”

“Ah, no… that’s my niece.” Gale felt suddenly and incredibly self-conscious. “I’ve always wanted my own, but it wasn’t in the cards, I’m afraid.”

The admission shocked him slightly, but he supposed it was true. Mystra had never wanted kids, and Gale wanted to keep her pleased, so he went along with that. But Gale had always loved kids. He’d been so excited when Yenna was born that he could hardly put her down. Still, when people asked him and Mystra if they were planning on having kids, he’d just nod dutifully while she explained that he was too focused on his career to think about kids.

“Shame,” Astarion said, setting the picture frame back down.

Gale’s computer screen went black, and then an empty Windows desktop appeared. Success!

“Just in time to log out for the all-hands meeting!” Astarion exclaimed looking at his watch.

“Naturally…” Gale sighed.

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

I can’t give you the stars, but I can give you my heart

Warnings: angst

She was waiting inside of the Tardis with The Doctor for Rose to return. She felt her heart thumping in her ears as she waits for her friend to return. Her face was red like a rose, and The Doctor knew why. He was determined to get the lovebirds together, even though he was certain that Rose was into him

It broke his hearts that she seemed to like the alien more than the human that’s been around her longer than he has. But she knew The Doctor had no intention to break her heart like that. She’s lost so much already, so it’s the least he could do. Rose returns with a gift

This breaks her heart, since she assumed it was for him. Rose gives the gift to him, which makes them sad. Rose hasn’t gifted them something in a while, not even her presence. The Doctor looks at her with a sad face. Rose looks at her, and wonders what her problem was. Rose was getting the wrong idea thinking she was jealous of her dynamic between her and the Doctor

“Rose, I cannot accept this gift. It’s very kind of you to have thought about giving me this, but I can’t accept this. I’m so sorry” The Doctor says, which makes Rose frown. “But I made it for you” Rose continues as tears started to leave her eyes. Rose looks at her with anger. She felt their heartbeat beating harder than normal since she knew damn well that Rose was about to shout at her

“Rose, please calm down.” The Doctor places a comforting hand onto her shoulder to try to calm her down. “How could I? You like her? Don’t you? And you like him!” Rose began to shout, which makes her flinch. “Rose-“ “don’t Rose me!” Rose shouts as she angrily turns to look at The Doctor. The Doctor was taken aback as he removes his hand from her shoulder now

She was silent as she trembled. She could feel her heartbeat wanting to rip itself out of her chest now. She knew that the Doctor and Rose could hear her fast pacing heartbeat, but she hadn’t cared. She finds herself sobbing now, which makes Rose soften her expression now. Had Rose finally understood that the attraction was towards her and not him?

Rose felt bad now for shouting at her, and was willing to listen to her side of things. “Shit. Sorry. I let my emotions get the best of me, huh? Silly me. Please tell me what’s on your mind” Rose spoke in a calm comforting tone now as she approached her now. Rose places the gift down nearby, and then hugs her. She was still silent, but she still sobbed her heart out against her chest

Rose rubs her back as she sobs, wondering what was going through her mind currently. The Doctor knew, but he knew he didn’t have the right to say what she was feeling without permission. “Take your time, cause we have all the time in the world” Rose spoke softly as she continues to rub her back

The Doctor decided to go to his room to give the two space. He knew she’d need it. She stopped crying once she had no more tears to cry. “Rose- I-“ she started as she looks up at her. Rose looks at her, feeling so many emotions at the moment. Sure she had a crush on The Doctor, but she also had a crush on her. Rose waits patiently for her next sentence, feeling the pang of guilt in her chest

“Rose Tyler… I-“ she continues to struggle to find the right words to say. She wanted to cry more, but no tears left her eyes. She wanted to scream into the darkness, but she couldn’t even let out a scream at the moment. She felt so damn vulnerable that it was impossible to form a coherent sentence or thought. “You got this” Rose encourages, which makes her mind a bit clearer

“Rose Tyler, I love you” she rushed out, hoping she hadn’t caught the words that had been spoken. Rose was shocked as more mixed emotions emerged. “But I know you love him, and I just need to accept that you like him, and not me. I need to accept the fact that I can not give you the stars, but only my single heart that beats for you”

Rose starts to tear up now as a weak smile paints her face. Rose’s mind was going a million miles per minute at the confession she spoke. She’s scared- no, she’s petrified that this was the end of her wonderful friendship with Rose Tyler. Rose kisses her without thought or hesitation. She was taken aback, feeling all over the place at the moment

When she didn’t return the kiss, Rose pulls apart. Rose had felt rejected twice now today. She thought about what to say next without hurting her too much, but she knew she would need to hear this. “I cannot be your punching bag because an alien rejected you. I want you to be able to give me the same amount of love and energy I would give to you”

Rose understood why she’d feel this way. She didn’t even understand her own feelings and emotions at the moment about everything. “I don’t even know if I can still be your friend if this is how you’ll act” she adds, which makes Rose look down at the ground of the Tardis. Rose didn’t know what to say. Rose felt glued to this spot, even though she wanted to flee to her room

“I understand” was all Rose could say, which broke her heart. But she understood, but yet she felt too emotional to continue this roller coaster of emotions. More silence filled the Tardis, which was unusual, but the Tardis hums to make some comforting sound towards her. She decided to leave to go to her room, but Rose grabs her wrist to stop her from leaving

Rose wanted her to stay. She wanted to understand every emotion she felt at the moment. Rose wanted to also say all of what she was thinking, but knew she wouldn’t be able to put it into words. She looks deeply into Rose’s eyes; she was trying her best to read her mind

“Don’t leave-please” Rose spoke quietly and softly. Rose’s hand was still on her wrist, not wanting to let go. Her expression was soft, since now she didn’t want to leave to go to her room. “It’s not like that, I promise. I really care about you” Rose reassured honestly. She knew Rose was telling the truth, and now she finds her lips on hers now. Rose returns the kiss with love

She wraps her arms around Rose’s neck as her hands now go onto her waist. She had pulled away from the kiss with a smile now on her face. “I love you too”

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Twenty: Sonne Pt. 5

 “Dolly will be alright, she’s just zapped herself of energy and will need some time to replenish before Dolly is operational once more. Now, I will tell you right now that your weird leech like hermit crab is the least of your worries, right now, you and Dolly are still at the same location as before. Do you want to see what the current scenario looks like or would you rather have me explain why you’re actually here?” Survive grabbed a little tea cake to munch on while she waited on what Envy’s decision would be.

“I want to see what’s going on right now…I don’t think I can focus if I don’t know what’s going on.” Envy finally admitted to themself that they indeed had problems with focusing on things.

 “Then I will fire up the scrying bowl then to view what’s happening at the moment, you may even get an idea why I’ve dragged you into my little domain.” Survive casually returned to the scrying bowl as she finished a tea cake, running a claw along the rim of the bowl, the waters flickering to life with the current scene playing out.

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 It had been two hours since the explosive event happened as Lust sat by the table, keeping Gluttony close by since Greed was running late with his food. Because of how much of a death grip Envy had with Dolly, they couldn’t really separate the two at all and were left on the floor of the cabin for the time being until one of the two woke up. Ernest and Dorian had set up a little blanket fort of sorts close to Dolly, feasting on snack foods while they waited for her to awaken. Periodically, one of the two absolutely awful lions would take a piece of their own clay and carefully massage it into Dolly’s furry arm until it absorbed a bit into her body. Freddy couldn’t help but feel very weirded out by this new behavior from the monsters he had a hand in creating, sitting on the couch with the Elric brothers, bickering away on who gets to transmute Envy fully back to normal after the botched job Dolly did. It was pretty clear that neither party wanted to touch Envy, mainly because of the large horrible teeth they have and the bite risk the asshole held at the moment. 

 “I tried my best the first time, it’s your turn to transmute them kid.” Freddy said, trying to push the job on Edward Elric to handle the spiteful asshole. “I’m seventeen years old, just a kid still, you transmute them, you’re old.” Edward protested, shoving the job back to Freddy who wasn’t all too thrilled with this event.

 “I’m not that old asshole, I’m still a fresh spring flower in the garden of life.” Freddy argued, not happy being called old so early in life, not realizing his flower status had been promoted to a tree instead.

 “Mr. Mancer, you’re like close to forty and aren’t even married yet or with kids. You transmute Envy, you have nothing to lose.” Edward snidely remarked, still not going to touch Envy after everything that happened between the two. “Kid, I’m fucking twenty-eight years old, being around the homunculi here has rapidly aged me before my time..” Freddy had an expression of being dead inside from all the stress they’ve endured within a year’s time.

 “...Damn…yeah you still have to transmute Envy.” Edward wasn’t going to budge on the subject matter and was very determined not to handle Envy in any foreseeable way.

 “You’re a creature of very little empathy, aren’t you?” Freddy snorted as they fish for their knife again to pop off some scales on Envy to find the tattoo once more.

 “Oh no, I’m very empathetic, I just have no more shits to give, especially around you.” Edward said, feeling relieved to have won the who gets to transmute Envy debate as Envy’s serpentine tail basically whipped the knife out of Freddy’s hand.

 “Goddamn it, even when you’re unconscious you’re still a pain in the ass to deal with.” Freddy rubbed his freshly whipped hand and decided Envy can stay as a mad science project gone wrong.

 “To be fair, you did pull a knife on Envy..” Alphonse finally spoke after being silent between the bickering Alchemists.

 “They earned that one fair and square from how they rapidly aged me.” Freddy pouted since they didn’t get to pop any scales off Envy as pay back.

 “That’s enough squeaking, I'm getting a massive headache listening to this. All I want to know is where the hell is Greed!?” Lust finally stood up from the table, having had enough of this day.

 “Right here! Man, have I told you guys how much I love this crazy town? The circus arrived in town just now with their crazy looking machine and one of them even hissed at me! It was great.” Greed had barged into the cabin with one of the first cadavers to feed Gluttony with.

 “Is it a hobby of yours to get anyone to hiss at you in general?” Lust raised an eyebrow at Greed’s statement as she let loose Gluttony to get a fresh corpse after being hungry for so long.

 “Not always, that’s normally reserved for Little Envy the Jealous, but it was awesome being hissed at by someone else for a change.” Greed said as he failed to see the aforementioned Envy on the floor.

 “Well good news for you, we got Envy back, downside, they’re out like a light and looks like something straight from a horror show.” Lust said, her finger casually pointing to the floor to show off the semi humanoid looking Envy.

 “Damn..I knew Freddy and Envy had bad blood but I didn’t think Freddy would purposefully make Envy keep that monstrous look, though they can totally now fit in with my merry band of chimeras.” Greed whistled appreciatively at the horrible sight of Envy freely seeing as they won’t be punching the living daylights out of him just yet.

 “Damn it I didn’t do that, that was Dolly! Didn’t you see that huge ass light show earlier!?” Freddy screeched in frustration once again as he pointed out to Dolly on the ground with Envy, her horrible clay nurses screeching like banshees at Freddy in response.

 “Oh so that’s what the light display was! Yeah that caused the circus folks to go wild at the sight. I think they were trying to locate something, but not entirely sure what though.” Greed went to sit on the couch as if everything was still very normal and not entirely a dumpster fire at the moment.

 “Greed, please tell me this isn’t your way of saying you want to start a circus after everything is done with…” Edward was now feeling the same thing as Lust was, pure exasperation.

 “I do like circuses and that brings in lots of cash..” Greed started to toy around with the idea of starting up a circus with that sharp tooth grin of his.

[jodilin65]

I’m truly frustrated as fuck. I’m so tired of the way I have suffered nearly every single fucking day for a decade from some kind of shit or another. If I’m not anxious, I’m tired or there’s something else. But my hands are tied. Because of Tom, I can’t end my misery. I still care more about what he wants more than what I want, but oh, how I wish I would get something that would kill me! I know that won’t happen, though. I trust my intuition too much not to believe I don’t have many years ahead. They will be tough but they’re there until I just can’t take it anymore.

The same thing happened last time around only this time I woke myself up snoring at 5.5 hours into my sleep rather than 3.5. Also like the last time, it took me an hour or so to get back to sleep.

Again I find it hard to believe this is all one big coincidence and that nothing’s been cursing my sleep in one form or another all my life. It’s like with the dream premonitions. After you have a few you think it’s a neat coincidence. But when a few become dozens you know it’s not.

We looked at snoring backpack pillows where you wear this vest-like thing with a cushion in the middle of your back to keep you off your back. It seemed a bit bulky and uncomfortable. When Tom did additional research, he found someone who said to just tape a tennis ball to your back. Well, I was thinking I may start with one of those small plastic containers I store my diamonds in for diamond painting. This way it wouldn’t be anything bulky and annoying but I would definitely notice it if I shifted on to my back.

This doesn’t mean I still wouldn’t wake up to pee or for no apparent reason and struggle to fall back asleep. Having my sleep broken up is such a killer on me. The older I get, the harder it is on my body. My biggest concern right now is how hard it’s going to be to get to my appointment on the 13th. I’m going either way because it’s a very important appointment but I just wonder how exhausted I’m going to be that day. At least it’s close!

I’m just starting to feel traces of burning again down there too, which tells me dryness wasn’t my only issue as I suspected. It’s probably connected to whatever was raising the WBC count in my pee.

Different subject. A sick twisted bitch I call Termite Tammy.

This poorly written 2009 message from my dear sister said, “you should of jumped from a higher window and saved your family all this hurt and grief.”

And this is someone I forgave and let back into my life for nearly a decade?! Shame on me!!! Really, WTF was I thinking???

My eyes are now wide open to my past stupidity but I’m ashamed and even embarrassed to know how long it took me to finally stop giving toxic people not only second chances but third chances and sometimes even more. I guess sometimes we just want to believe that people really are aware of their mistakes and are determined to change. But they’re not aware of them and even if they are, they don’t think they’ve done anything wrong and they’re not about to change for anyone or anything.

When I first started editing the part for my blog where she and her brood pulled their twisted shit on me in the summer of 2009, I kind of laughed and shook my head at just how childish and utterly insane they were and will no doubt always be when reading back on some of the nasty shit they sent me that I copied into journals. I mean it was just fucking ridiculous. Forget just immature, it was completely asinine and dumber than dumb. These people can’t even write much less make sense or know what the hell they were even talking about. On top of the stupidity was the sheer evilness and vindictiveness.

But when I got to that part about jumping, the giggles turn to anger and this time more at myself than at the termite because I should have known better than to let someone like that back into my life when I knew damn well what she was capable of in the past. She caused me so much trouble throughout my life but there I was, oh so nice and oh so forgiving, always wanting to try again as if a miracle could happen and they’d be anyone but who they always were.

Despite the cruelness of her words, I’m also glad I read that because it was the final clincher in getting myself not to care about those who don’t care about me which I’ve been working on for a while now. So no, I don’t want to hear from Nane because I’m finally smart enough to know better and to know that we would only get into another argument in the future and one of us would dump the other. And no, I don’t want to hear from Maliheh either or anyone else I’ve ever had problems with online or in person. From this day forward, one strike and you’re out! I don’t care how much history we may have. I don’t care how apologetic you may be and how much you swear never to repeat your mistakes.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

so, my 10 year high school reunion was this past weekend.

i did not attend. instead i went to a weekend retreat to pigeon forge with people from work.

had a pretty decent time. the second night got a little ehhhh after everyone had been drinking a lot, but all in all it wasn’t too bad.

had a really nice conversation with a lady i hadn’t properly met since she works at a different office than one i’m usually at on the rare occasions i’m called in.

we started talking about the paranormal and somehow we ended up talking about her kids and stuff they’d been going through as a whole family and she really confided in me and i opened up some to her, too and it was just a nice moment. she gave me a big hug before we left and said she really enjoyed talking so that made me feel pretty good.

i’d really been struggling with this feeling of like...what the fuck do i have to be proud of at this point in my life?

like...as of next month i’ll be 29. i turn fucking 30 next year and i realize that’s by no means old, but when you’ve been over life as a concept since you were a child it’s a very, very, VERY long time to be alive and it’s VERY exhausting.

i feel like in part because of that i’ve just kind of...wasted the last ten years of my life. and i dunno, maybe this is just how my journey’s supposed to go and for whatever reason it’s only now that i finally feel capable of getting a handle on my shit, but it’s hard when i’m seeing groups of friends i used to hang out with and be kinda close to all over social media talking about how great it was to catch up and i know they’re all doing amazing shit and yeah, none of them are probably 100% satisfied with their lives either, but by comparison i feel like i fall so short.

even if i’d gone just a few months ago i could have at least shared that i was doing something that was important with the work i was doing even if i had nothing else to show for my life and where i’m at by this point, but now it’s like.......ohh, i couldn’t hack it at that because my anxiety was eating me alive so now i’m back at a job i swore i’d never be doing, something that before i can finish explaining to people i can see the interest leave their eyes so......yeah, cool.

i guess it sounds shitty to say, but after being the weird kid my whole academic career in small town fuckville deep south usa i’d always kind of fantasized about one day purposefully blowing off my reunion because i had better shit to do or because i’d have moved far, far away and couldn’t be bothered but instead i’m....one of the few who never left and i live with my parents and i’ve got nothing going on for me nor did i even get to fucking glow up but i’m......here, i guess.

idk. i’m really trying here not to let it get to me because i know this is one of my worst habits and one of the easiest ways to ensure i’ll spiral into a month’s long depressive episode but i’m just a little sad about it nevertheless. i know this entire time hasn’t been a complete waste and there have been a lot of really cool things i’ve gotten to do and experience so i’m grateful for that, i guess right now it’s just hard not to be disappointed in myself and wish i’d done more.

idk. i think i’m happier being where i was this weekend and i feel like i needed that conversation more than i needed to see a bunch of people i haven’t seen since the time they came to my house right after my sister’s funeral, so i think i’m good.

the good news is, i finally got the stuff for my insurance today which means pretty soon i get to make good on my promise to myself to start therapy for real this time so........oh boy!!!! can’t wait.......for that!!!!!!!

[delcakoo]

enhas reaction to finding you crying´ˎ˗

requested <3

⇘ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

⇘ GENRE ! bucket loads of fluff n’ comforting

⇘ WC ! 4k

⇘ WARNINGS ! mention of alcohol in jay’s, blood + slightly desc knee injury in heeseung’s

a/n: cutest promp ever aa, thank u for the req and enjoy anonnie!

// LEE HEESEUNG!

heeseung would do his very best to be calm and mature, but on the inside mans is panicking :( his approach would be to first analyze the situation; if it’s something super serious, he’ll ask if you want to talk about it, and if you do he’s of course ready to listen. but if not, he’s down to distract you by playing video games or going on a movie marathon!

after a troublesome amount of convincing, heeseung has coaxed you into going skateboarding with him. now don’t get the wrong idea— you had no clue what you were doing, but your boyfriend insisted that with his help you’d be a pro by the end of the day (doubt).

but to your surprise, it wasn’t exactly going badly; you’ve learned how to balance properly on the board and even managed to glide around the skatepark slowly. though you haven’t exactly learned how to turn yet, so you were kind of stuck going in a line unless heeseung helped you— but he was determined to change that.

“one sec, i’m gonna get the sunscreen,” your boyfriend decides, surveying the sun now peeking through the clouds as he pushes up from the concrete, “keep practising, remember to lean to whatever side you’re turning but not too much!”

“okay,” you offer him a quick peck before shoo-ing him off, looking back down at the skateboard waiting by your feet.

heeseung would be really damn proud if you learned to turn all by yourself.

your mind was set. the parking lot was a while away; you had time and you wanted to impress your boyfriend. with that, you hop back onto the board and push, staring concentratedly down at your feet as you slowly lean to the right. gradually, the board starts to follow your body, turning with you ever so slowly.

you grin cockily, “hee, look! i’m doing i—“

before you knew what hit you, you’re back onto the ground, vision winded and blurred. you feel grateful for the helmet on your head, hissing at the growing burns stinging through various spots on your legs.

“oh shit, i’m so sorry!” a male’s voice yelps, and you barely make out a worried silhouette through your still hazy vision. against your will, you feel tears start to blur your vision at the intense sting on your right knee in specific, wincing at the feeling of your skin scraping against the concrete.

“fuck,” the stranger notices your tears, guilt creeping further onto him, “your knee’s bleeding bad. hold on i’ll find some help.”

though he doesn’t exactly get the chance to go searching, as a familiar figure in a white tank top appears back next to you. “what the— jesus christ, what happened?!” heeseung exclaims, quickly throwing away the sunscreen in his hands to inspect your fresh wounds.

“i’m so sorry, it was an accident! i was just doing some tricks but they kinda— well, they turned right into me.”

“sorry about that,” you chuckle awkwardly, finally regaining your vision after many rapid blinks through your tears.

heeseung huffs, barely offering the guy a glance. “alright,” he offers his hand out to you. slightly confused, you take it, carefully getting off the ground. “i have bandages in the car. let’s just go play mario party instead,” he grins, “i’ll let you pick my character.”

your eyes immediately brighten comically, completely forgetting the reason you were crying just moments ago, “really!? so you’ll be peach, and i’ll be yoshi right?”

heeseung sighs in defeat, reaching up to wipe your tears, “whatever you want, love.”

// PARK JAY !

this man is not having it! what made his beloved cry?! he is so ready to help in whatever way you need, no matter if that’s just cuddling on the couch or taking you on a whole shopping spree, his card in your hand of course~

jay was alone for once at enhas dorm, in the middle of peeling potatoes for dinner. in all honesty, he wasn’t sure where his members were, but he didn’t mind spending a bit of time without six other boys causing chaos around the place. his peeling came to a stop though when he heard a slightly aggressive knock at the door, quickly pausing his task to go see what the commotion was about.

jay pulls open the door only to find you at the stairs, tears brimming your red eyes. you're wearing your work uniform, arms crossed over your chest. his stomach immediately drops, quickly pulling you inside and giving you a hug. “honey, what happened?”

you sniffle against his chest, “i fucking hate my boss— no. i hate my coworkers. actually,” you pull away to see his handsome face, “i hate my job.”

your boyfriend sighs, ushering you over to sit at the countertop while he turns on the kettle, preparing a mug and a teabag for you. “i mean, it’s just ridiculous at that place! absolutely no coordination whatsoever,” you vent, tears still angrily flowing down your cheeks, “how am i expected to do the dishes, empty the garbage, then apparently sprint back in the front to serve people while those asshats just laze around gossiping! and also..”

jay will listen to you rant for as long as you need, humming along the way as a reminder of his presence. “gosh, that’s so unfair for you, seriously,” he acknowledges, pouring the boiling water into the cup for you, “they treat you horribly. why doesn’t your boss do anything?”

you scowl, “on the rare occasion that he actually shows up, he’s busy drinking the alcohol that’s supposed to be for the customers.”

jay sighs, grabbing a jar of honey to add to your drink, “there has to be some other place you can apply for, jagi. i don’t want you there anymore, it seriously sounds dangerous, not to mention unorganized.”

“i know, i don’t either.” you ponder for a moment, “well, i heard there was a new bookstore that opened nearby.”

jay beams, offering you the hot drink along with a quick peck to your lips, “perfect, we’ll go check it out tomorrow, hm?” you nod, already feeling much calmer as you take the mug into your hand gratefully.

“you’re quitting that place tomorrow,” he states, “after i give that shitty boss of yours a piece of my mind.”

// SIM JAKE !

poor guy freaks out, don’t act surprised if he starts bawling too :C at first jake might be a bit hesitant and unsure of what to do, but he’ll still do his absolute best to cheer you up and comfort you. probably the best cuddle buddy of all, especially when you’re in desperate need of some babying <3

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was planning to surprise you by coming over in just a few minutes. jake’s been busy with promotions all month, but was finally able to get some free time in which he was more than excited to spend with you.

however, his exciting plan went down the drain when he unlocked your front door to find you curled up on the couch, face puffy and red. at the sight of him, you frantically fix yourself up and wipe your cheeks in an attempt to look normal. “babe? what are you doing here?” you mumble.

he doesn’t reply, instead rushing over to tightly pull you into his embrace. at the unexpected but comforting closeness, you begin to quietly sob again onto his shoulder. jake frowns further, stroking your back soothingly. “love, that seriously just broke my heart.”

“i’m sorry.”

“no,” he quickly voices, kissing your cheek, “i’m sorry that i wasn’t here. are you okay?”

you nod while he leads you to sit back on the couch, feeling a bit nervous on how to approach the whole situation. he gulps, “d-do you want to talk about it right now?”

you swallow anxiously, fiddling with your fingers, “i’d prefer a bit later.”

jake shakes his head in understanding, looking around the room for a distraction. out of the corner of his eye, he notices his soccer ball that he must’ve left the last time he came over, a small smile beginning to grow on his face. at the sight of his cheeky expression, your face quickly follows to match his grin. “why’re you doing that face?” you chuckle.

jake snickers mischievously. “huh? what face?”

“that face you make when you and niki have thought of another dumb prank to pull on jay.”

he giggles, suddenly jumping up from the couch and running over to grab the ball near your front door. “if you score on me, i’ll pay for dinner,” he smirks, presenting the ball to you, “and if i score on you… uh, i’ll still pay for dinner.”

you look at him suspiciously. “but! you have to give me a kiss,” he finishes.

you raise an eyebrow, “y’know i would do that either w—“

he cuts you off, “okay! see you outside~”

to no surprise, jake won and you called him a tryhard ^^ he still enjoyed his prize though!!

// PARK SUNGHOON !

sunghoon being sunghoon would be quite awkward at first, it’s just the truth T-T he wouldn’t know what to do, should he even touch you? do you want to be alone? maybe he should be giving you space— or wait, what if you need him and his cuddles!? poor boy would be worrying out of his mind on how to help, so you’ll have to be a bit clear on what you need from him.

it’s getting later and later into the day, and you still haven’t moved from your desk. sunghoon has visited you, who’s locked themself alone inside the bedroom studying, multiple times throughout the afternoon, begging you to give your brain a break. each attempt has had no effect, insisting every time that you ‘had to get this done’ and only needed ‘a bit longer’. your boyfriend has finally decided it’s been a bit longer.

sunghoon doesn’t knock like he did during his past appearances, simply barging in with a slightly annoyed expression. “y/n, i’m serious this time. you’ve been sitting in this shithole,” he spits, pointing to the crumpled pieces of papers scattered around the desk, “for way too—“ his scolding comes to an immediate stop when he looks up to see tears absolutely flooding down your face, your eyes bloodshot and red.

his lips stutter, frozen in the doorway watching as you let out a strangled cry, turning away from him in shame. “wh—what happened?”

you refuse to look into his eyes, focusing on your laptop. “i don’t know anymore, i just can’t do it,” you sniffle, “been here all day yet i still don’t get these concepts.”

he crouches next to your desk, nervously grasping your jaw and pulling you to look at him. in all honesty, sunghoon just wants to embrace you into a tight hug, but he glues himself to his spot next to you, not wanting to overstep. “love, you need to give yourself the breaks you deserve,” he whispers, brushing away your tears, “how do you expect your brain to work properly when you haven’t eaten or even moved all afternoon?”

sunghoon is beginning to feel guilt flush through him for not forcing you out of here sooner, watching as you push back your hair in frustration. but now he knows for sure that you need him, grabbing your under arms and scooping you up like a toddler. “yah, what’re you doing..” you fake annoyance, secretly smiling in appreciation against his shoulder.

“taking care of my big baby,” he coos back, settling you down on the countertop before beginning to prepare a meal for you both.

the next day, sunghoon does his best to help you study by not only testing you off flashcards and proofreading your work, but setting multiple “y/n break time” alarms throughout the day. and in the end, his strategy worked; you found yourself getting much more done despite spending less time burning holes into your computer screen.

this also means that sunghoon was right for once. expect him to be bragging about how helpful he was and that you now “owe him big time”. >:[

// KIM SUNOO !

sunoo’s biggest fear is seeing you cry :( literally shatters his heart into pieces, and despite his calm appearance he is ready to fight anyone who made you sad. please expect lots of cuddles and attention later, he’ll be extra affectionate with you for the next couple of days after seeing you so upset. baby might also offer to take you out somewhere or do your skin care routine to take your mind off whatever happened!

you and your boyfriend were just coming back from a convenience store run when the chirpy melody of an ice cream truck stops you in your tracks. “sun!” you gasp, you releasing your hand from sunoo’s to pointing in the truck’s direction. “let’s go!”

“yah, i’m supposed to be on a diet you know that right?” he complains from behind you, jogging to catch up.

you pout at that, tugging his sleeve like a child, “c’mon, just this one time?”

sometimes sunoo hates the fact that he simply can’t say no to you. “fine but i’m not getting anything,” he reminds, swiftly pulling out his wallet.

you cheer, excitedly ordering your mouth watering, drool inducing, oreo and kitkat double scooped ice cream cone with hot fudge. sunoo stares at the monstrosity in disgust, watching as the old man hands the dessert to you with an emotionless gaze. “seriously.. how can you eat that?”

you shrug. “don’t be a hater,” you reply simply, walking off to find a bench with your boyfriend following close behind.

“excuse me?” sunoo spits, flabbergasted, “do i need to remind you who purchased that.. thing for you?”

you giggle at his glare, taking your first mouth of the ice cream. “thank you, babe. but also, could i please get some napkins?” you ask, desperately trying to lick up the melting droplets racing down the cone.

sunoo finds himself back at the ice cream truck per your request, thanking the man after receiving a couple brown napkins for you. he skips back over to the bench, folding the paper neatly as he approaches you. “here you go, big baby. but next time you’re taking m—“ he’s turned speechless at the sight of a single tear falling down your face, arms crossed in annoyance with absolutely no sign of your oreo and kitkat double scooped ice cream cone with hot fudge in sight.

he frowns, shoving the napkins into his pocket and frantically crouching down to see you. “what— where’s your ice cream!? why’re you crying, love?”

you point over to a group of teen boys who are laughing in the distance, a familiar ice cream in one of their hands. “those dipshits stole it out of my fucking hand. i wanted to do something but— i don’t know, they intimidated me or something. fuck, that’s so embarrassing.” you grimace, biting your lip in frustration.

sunoo feels anger flow through him at that, poking his cheek with his tongue. “stay here, okay?”

you look up at the boy, sniffling, “what? why?”

he rubs your shoulder, pushing himself up from his crouching position. “i’ll be back with a new ice cream, a triple scoop this time,” he promises. “and i’m going to teach those assholes a lesson.”

while your boyfriend may look like a pure, loving dumpling, he was not one to be messed with; you learned this when you found him giddily walking back over to you moments later with the ice cream thieves behind him, feeling pleased as they paid him back for the stolen dessert and even bowed as they apologised to you.

“how the hell did you get them to do that?”

“i have my ways y/n,” he grins innocently, gesturing to your new, triple scooped ice cream, “now eat, i worked hard for this ugly thing.”

// YANG JUNGWON !

probably the most ready during the situation. just like won, you’re pretty bad at showing how you feel, especially if you’re upset. but even so, he does an amazing job at reading the situation (despite freaking out slightly on the inside) since he knows you like the back of his hand. though, he’d also get a bit insecure on if he’s really helping you how you need, so a simple thank you or some affection once you’re feeling better would go a long way for him!

jungwon’s eyes are pitch black, the normal, shimmering gleam in them vanished. “i don’t even love you y/n. i’ve been lying to you this whole time— honestly, who would ever love you?“ he barks, crossing his arms.

no, jungwon would never say that. it’s okay, this isn’t real.

“oh, it’s real alright,” your boyfriend walks closer to you, suddenly pushing you backwards in a way rougher than he’s ever touched you before. “pathetic y/n, always taking up all my time and bothering me all day. how did i even manage to keep up this facade for so long?” he chuckles in disbelief, staring down at your trembling figure on the floor.

this is all wrong.

you jolt awake, stressfully glancing at your bedside clock to read 2:26am. you begin to shiver, pushing your hair back before turning around. see, it wasn’t real. it was a dream, jungwon loves you and he’s right he—

no. where is jungwon? his side of the bed is completely messed up, and he isn’t in the washroom; all the lights still remain off. you begin to feel tears build up in your eyes, your anxiety is through the roof, and your fingers begin to shake much like your trembling lips. it was just a dream, he didn’t abandon you. he wouldn’t.

right?

for a few more moments, you sit in bed, debating whether you should go search for your boyfriend as tears silently cascade down your face. you felt weak and pathetic. it was totally unlike you to cry about something as small as a nightmare, but the feeling of vulnerability took over anything else at the moment.

thankfully, you didn’t have to feel that way for much longer. “jagiya?” your head snaps towards the bedroom door, seeing a half asleep jungwon walk in with a glass of water. “did i wake you? aish, i even left the lights off to try and keep you asleep. sorry,” he rasps, his voice still deep and cracky from being asleep minutes prior as he plops back into bed next to you.

“wonnie?” you sniffle, voice slightly uneven.

jungwon quickly turns to you in the darkness at that, worriedly turning on his lamp to be met with your wet, puffed up face. his mouth opens in shock, reaching over to pull you as tightly as he can into his chest. “hey, i just went to get a drink. what happened?”

in utter relief, you relax into his hold, sniffling quietly. “had a bad dream. it was horrible, won. you said so many mean things to me.”

jungwon feels his heart shatter at that, rubbing soothing shapes against the dip of your back. “did i? i’ll have to fight this dream-jungwon then, he’s an idiot.” you snort at that, making him grin against your shoulder. “the real jungwon knows he’d never say a mean thing to you, ever.”

you wipe your tears against his white t-shirt, giggling slightly. “you even pushed me to the ground.”

jungwon gasps, “that’s it. i’m killing that guy— or well, me. me in your dream! i’ll fight myself!” you laugh more, finally looking up to push your lips to his, hugging him closer in appreciation. at the sudden affection, jungwon quickly recovers and kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist happily.

when you pull away from the kiss, he suddenly stretches like a cat, licking his lips. “so, wanna make hot chocolate?”

you give him an unimpressed look, wiping your last tears before glancing at the clock once again. “baby, it’s 2am.”

“exactly! everyone knows hot chocolate tastes better at 2am!”

well? are you gonna say no to this boy? i don’t think so!! go make your hot chocolate :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

mr maknae being the unserious boy he is might laugh at first. not because he thinks you being upset is funny! it’s just, the only time you let him see you cry is when it’s from watching a sad romance drama or animal videos, so he thinks of it as not a big deal anymore and instead opts for taking pictures and making fun of you. but once he realises this time you’re genuinely distressed about something he goes into full protective and caretaker mode (a side of him he rarely shows) and will not hesitate to kiss your tears away! no tears are permitted when he’s around!! >:(

your swearing echoes through the dance studio, overthrowing the music playing through your speaker. being part of a competitive dance team meant practising until perfection. no matter 1pm or 1am, if you don’t know your dance, you better stay in that damn studio until it’s permanently engraved in your head.

so here you were, sometime around midnight perhaps, doing your best to finish up memorizing your team’s difficult performance. one section in particular has been bugging you for a while now; you just couldn’t seem to get the steps shown in the tutorial playing on your laptop down, leading to grunts in frustration at every failure.

you glance at the time on the blaring screen. 12:24. were you that incompetent? why is it that all your teammates got to leave on time, while you had to stay back for hours trying to catch up to them? perhaps you weren’t meant to be on this team. maybe you just aren’t good enough.

even if you try your hardest to hold them in, your vision become blurry with tears as they cascade down your cheeks involuntarily, negative thoughts rushing through your brain. you aggressively wipe the droplets away with clenched fists, damn it y/n, get a hold of yourself.

a small snicker is suddenly heard from behind you, sounding mischievous as if the person had caught you in the act of something embarrassing. “you watching more ‘animals reuniting with their owner’ compilations or something?” you whip your head around with a frown, immediately recognising the voice of your boyfriend, who’s now staring down at you teasingly.

his grin drops slightly when he takes in your irritated expression, unravelling his hands from deep within his hoodie pockets. “hey.. you okay?”

you scoff, turning back away from the boy. “do i look okay riki? why’re you even here, it’s nearly one in the morning.”

niki doesn’t respond for a moment, nervously sitting down next to you. you busy yourself with your laptop, replaying the dance tutorial once again. “i wanted to see you.” you don’t reply, sniffling slightly as you wipe your still falling, annoying tears.

he’ll never admit it, but niki feels the desperate need to hold you and kiss away those tears. but it was clear you didn’t want that right now.

anxiously fidgeting around next to you, he’s completely unused to the feeling of you ignoring his presence, unlike the usual moments of you practically jumping on him the moment he walked in the room.

“baby,” he mumbles cautiously.

“what?” you spit, already feeling guilt wash over you at your unintentionally harsh tone.

“look at me.” you obey, turning to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’s now frowning himself. you only begin to feel worse at his saddened expression.

“you don’t have to tell me about whatever’s going on right now, but let’s at least go home n’ rest for the night. you really deserve it and i’m proud of you.” niki tests his luck, reaching out to gently rub your shoulder.

maybe it’s because it’s him, but that’s all you needed to hear. you push yourself up from your spot on the ground to jump on the boy, hugging him closely with your cheek pressed to his. niki freezes for a second, slowly reaching up to wrap you up in his embrace as well. at the sound of you sniffling once again, he pulls back to watch a tear fall down your face, reaching down to kiss it off.

he smacks his lips, “your tears are salty.”

you sigh, unsurprised at the sudden mood kill. “way to ruin the moment.”

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[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

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Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

send in a request here!

Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[slowpoke-fics]

Sacrifice

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Pack x Reader

Request Summary: You're Scotts twin sister and make a sacrifice for the good of the pack

Warnings: death, panic attack, angst, murder described, death described, reader death; I know for a fact I've missed some and this one is pretty fucking rough, as always read at your own risk.

A/N: This one is angsty, and just a tad longer than normal, consider it my apology to nonnie for taking so damn long on this request. I hope you guys love it, and again, this one is rough, read at your own risk.

You're able to grab one of the fucking resilient demonic ninja's off of Isaac. You could smell his pain, his blood, and you could smell Allisons determination. The second one on Isaac was shot with Allisons arrow, it's glowing green, fighting with the clear pain it's experiencing. With a split decision you're next to Allison, pushing her out of the way, a sharp pain through your chest, and then you're numb.

Allison's face is rampant with fear, her shirt holding a tiny cut that didn't grace the skin. Good, she's okay, and then you're falling.

You don't hit the ground though, your brother, Scott, holding your face with a stray tear falling down his face. You reach up and wipe it away, "It's okay Scotty, it doesn't hurt." Scott chokes back a sob, his hand gently rubbing yours, "Is everyone else okay?" Scott starts to speak, his voice betraying him, sounding mangled, "Yeah, everyone is okay Y/n, you're gonna be okay too." You shook your head, "Not in the way you think I am," Scott finally releases a sob, "no, no, big brother," he tries to laugh, trying to give you a little peace with your joke that even though he's minutes older, he's still older, "it's okay, yeah? Me and you, fighting tooth and nail. This was the best gift I could've ever gotten, I love you, and I love the pack. This is okay." You reach behind him, fingers tangled into his hair, you pull him to you and kiss his forehead. "Don't let them blame themselves, and don't blame yourself," another kiss to his cheek, "I love you big brother."

Scott's memories with you flashes before his eyes as the color in yours goes out, how did we get here?

"Scott! You okay?" You look over his body for injuries, he hisses at you making contact with his torso. "Scott, what's wrong? Did you get bit by something too?" Scott's eyebrows raise, "What do you mean 'too'? Did you get bit?" You roll your eyes and turn around, shirt stained with blood, "Yeah, I managed to get away from the fucker while rolling down some hill, now let me see yours." You swat him away, lifting his shirt and taking a good look at the bite mark, "Okay, not too bad, you fix me up and I'll fix you up? Not a word to mom, got it?" Scott nods, walking with you into the house to take care of the bite marks.

Scott can't feel anything, surrounded by you, your lifeless body. His anger, no, pain, soars through him as his eyes glow, a roar deep within him. The only thing anyone in his pack can hear is the scream from Lydia's lips and the roar of pain from Scott.

Isaac barely notices the sound around him, only his own heartbeat in his ears as he listened to yours fade away.

"Isaac you fucking idiot!" You slapped Isaac on the back of the head, he looks at you with lost, glowing, puppy dog eyes, "Sorry, Y/n." His eyes dull to his normal brown and you frown, "You've gotta do better honey, you can't lose control like that, you'll kill someone and I know that's not what you want." Isaac sits on the metal bench in the locker room, head in his hands, "I don't know that I'll ever be able to."

You sigh, sitting next to him with your hand rubbing his back, "You will, just give it time, until then, you've gotta find something that works for you, something that prevents you from breaking someone fucking ribs Isaac." You voice becomes elevated again towards the end, irritated at Isaac's recklessness. "Yeah," he leans his head down to your shoulder, "I know firecracker."

Scott is blind to the feeling on his bloody hand, only noticing it when Allison's tears hit it. Allison brushes a hair out of your face, you looked peaceful, she's eternally grateful for you, for what you did for her tonight and what you've done for her up until this point.

"Allison, fuck," you huff, pulling yourself up from the ground, "let's do it again, I know that this isn't you, your aim is perfect, let it all go and focus on me okay?" She sighs, shaking the bow in her hand, "Maybe the fact that I could actually hurt you isn't helping." You're eye to eye with her, both hands on her face, eyes glowing, "No, you won't hurt me, I'm invincible remember?" She laughs, shaking her head, "Alright, last time." You grin ear to ear and took off running. Allison brings the bow up, listening to you run. She sees glimpses of you, through the trees, and the arrow is gone. She sighs, she didn't hit you, she's shouting at you "I told you! I can't do it!"

You touch her back, startling her, she lets out a small yelp and turns to you. Her eyes go wide when she sees the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Oh, Jesus Y/n," her bow drops and she's bringing her hands up to try and get it to stop bleeding. "Oh quit being a pussy and pull it out," you rolled your eyes, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to the arrow in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hit you-" she pulls it out and you let out a long groan, already feeling better with the object dislodged. "Don't be sorry, you hit me, let's do it again." Allisons eyes widen, if that's even possible, and shakes her head, "No, absolutely not." You laugh, "Lighten up buttercup, I'm invincible remember? And this time I'm not going easy." She scoffs at you, "Easy? Oh I see how it is, run little wolf, run." With that, you take off running, Allison laughing at your excitement.

Kira is frozen, she feels like she died, you were her best friend. Over anyone else, you'd been the first to accept her, the first to fight for her, the first one she'd confided in.

"Kira, what the hell are you saying?" You're sitting with your arms crossed at a picnic table, nose in your homework. "I-I know that we were friends first, so I was going to tell you first, before I said any-" You slam your hand one the table, "Kira, baby, spit it out, fuck." This is the you realize that Kira's scent holds fear and anxiety. "Kira, what's wrong?" You're more serious now, waiting for the bomb to drop that there's another fight to be had. "I like Scott, like like him, Jesus please don't be mad." You burst into full laughter, tears streaming from your eyes.

When you calm down Kira is staring at you, piddling with the strings on her sleeves. "Oh, my god," you laugh again, trying to calm yourself. "You're not mad?" You laugh harder, smacking the table a few times, "Jesus Christ no, I can't believe-" you stand up still laughing, hugging her. "I don't give a shit," rubbing her back, "you had nothing to worry about, as long as you don't get mad if I fuck your dad." Kira jerks back, shock on her face, "Y/n!" You laugh harder, "I'm fucking kidding, jeez," you sit back down, "fucking sit down and gush to me about my brother."

She shakes herself out of it when she feels her mother enclose her in a hug. Tears finally falling.

Lydia's scream has finally ended, and she's inconsolable. Memories flooding through her head as she lays her head on an unconscious Stiles.

"Lydia god dammit," you truck to the pool, "did you find another one?" You stop at the strong scent of blood, rushing to Lydia, Stiles right behind you. "Are you hurt?" Lydia shakes her head, staring at you, "I already called 911." Stiles looks hurt, arguing with Lydia over why she should call him before the police, but you push him to the side. "Heya honey," you wrap your arms around her waist, "it's okay, don't listen to Stiles grumpy ass, let's me and you go sit." You're not sure why you aren't phased by the body next to you, but you let Stiles do whatever he needs to do for Scott while you try and get Lydia's head back down to Earth.

"Hey Lyds, dontcha think you're a little overdressed to come to the pool?" She lets out a small chuckle and you relax a little, "This can't be my new normal, Y/n. Finding dead bodies? I can't take this." You hold her hand, sighing, "None of us asked for this Lydia, I'm so sorry. If you want I can stay with you for a few days, follow you if you zonk out again?" Lydia just nods, and she feels for the first time that you're as much her best friend as Allison.

Lydia can't stop crying, Scott is trying to get ahold of himself, Kira is crying with her mother, Isaac is breathless and in pain, and Allison is held by her father.

"She did it for me dad," Allison sobs, her father already made sure she wasn't hurt, "she did it for me and I don't know why." Chris shushes her, running his fingers through her hair, grateful for your sacrifice so his beautiful girl could live. "She did it because she loved you," Allison sobs harder, "I know sweet girl, but listen, we have to deal with this. You can cry, scream, break things later, but now? Now we get our stories straight." Allison nods, and her dad is off to Scott to prep him.

When Stiles finds out, it's like every cell in his body failed him. Scott caught him and pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face. "I know. I know brother." Stiles can't breathe, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, but here he is, without you, panicking.

"Stiles," you sigh, throwing a ball against his ceiling and back into your hand, sprawled out on his bed, "you've gotta stop." Stiles shakes his head, "No, no there is something here!" He tosses the books to the floor, you get off the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, "You'll find it but you're not going to without sleep. Come on." You tug him back to his bed, "Let's nap, and then we'll come back to all," you gesture to his board covered in multicolored string, "this." Stiles sighs heavily, letting you pull him to the bed. It's not the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, that you've convinced him to sleep. He crawls in next to you and you throw your arm open, allowing him to lay his head over your heart. He falls asleep to the lull of the thump thump thump.

Stiles shakes himself out of the memory, remembering that he'll never hear that beautiful sound again and vows to hold onto it. He lets out a pained, choked sob, "Scott-" Scotts arms are around him still, Scott can smell the guilt coming off of the small man, "Don't - It was not your fault Stiles. It wasn't anyone's fault." Scott lets Stiles cry, mourn his best friend, the woman he's come to love like his own sister. "Have you told Derek?" Scott sighs, Stiles already knows the answer.

When they get to Derek's place, Derek opens the door, already smelling them and their horribly displaced emotions. "What is it?" Scott lets himself in, Stiles following close behind him and he's checking for his little flame, and when you're nowhere to be found, his heart sinks. "Where's Y/n?" Derek can smell the grief coming off of Scott in waves, not missing the anger that hides beneath it. "Fuck, my little flame," his voice sounds broken, barely audible to the human boy who stares sorrowful at him.

"Derek Hale!" You kick the door open to home, "Derek Hale! Get your ass out here!" Derek almost materializes behind you, but you're just as quick as he is. "Derek Hale! I oughtta kill you, you son of a bitch!" You march to him, taking him off guard by your fist that collides into his face. He's knocked back a couple feet, staring at you with glowing eyes. Your eyes match his, "I am not afraid of your eyes, wolf boy! You turned three people!" Derek shrugs, "So what if I did?" You go for a second punch, this time caught by Derek, he can't smell a single ounce of fear, only fury.

"They knew what they were getting into," Derek lets go of your hand. "Oh, fuck you, Derek," you shove him back, "you can spin that stupid story to whoever you want, but you and I know better." Derek shrugs, "So what? They're better now, stronger, and they like it." You let out a deep growl, "Did you tell them about the death?" You step forward towards him, "Did you tell them how they'd be pulled into every murder in this town?" You shove him back again, following his step backwards, "Did you tell them of the pain? Did you? Of course not." Your hand grasps his chin, squeezing painfully with your claws out, making him look at you, "Hear me Derek Hale and hear me good. If anything," you squeezed him harder, bringing a hiss from him, "and I mean anything, happens to them, I will hurt you." You back away and head out of his house, stopping at his door, "And trust me, I'm a fire you can't put out." He laughs, watching you walk away, but mumbling just where you can barely hear, "I have a feeling I don't want to be burned by your flame."

A growl explodes from his lips, pain filling his entire being. You've been the glue that holds them all together, bringing them back from the brink again and again. How could they survive without you?

Months after your death, they've settled back into the groove of things, nothing ever feels the same without you though.

They talk about you all the time, Stiles has a tendency to try and calm people down like you did. Trying to help keep everyone grounded. He's nowhere near as good at it like you were, but he's trying. Allison keeps your memory around by never changing her lock screen, a picture of everyone in the pack resting on the screen she checks every five minutes. Isaac has found a new anchor, with Scott's help, using himself to be able to control the rage that flurries inside of him after your death. Lydia lives for adopting your fire, absolutely never keeping her mouth shut much to everyone's dismay, but it's a way to keep your image around. Kira has become closer to Allison and Lydia, but she knows they'll never replace you. They don't laugh at her like you did when she talks about Scott, and it's a painful memory. Derek's become much more involved with Scott's pack, dedicated to doing what he can for not fighting by your side the right you died, a debt he'll never repay. Scott finds his peace in his pack, but the hole in his heart for his sister will never fade, like the newly placed fire tattoo on his forearm will never fade.

They are all eternally grateful.

They all know it'll never be the same.

They all hate your sacrifice.