#he could notice when people were angry or sad and he'd try to comfort me and lick my face when i was crying.

[peppermintbutch]

Anton compilation

[adventuringblind]

Hidden In Plain Sight

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Angst to fluff

Summary: A misunderstanding about profession leads to fluffy confessions

Warnings: Misunderstandings

Notes: This is what healthy communication looks like... my therapist would be proud

Masterlist

Psychology is one of those things that relies heavily on the power of observation. She isn't going for a doctorate in the subject for nothing. Watching and understanding is something she thrives at.

It's one of the reasons she and Charles have been together for so long. He gets lost trying to communicate and she helps him get to wherever his point is trying to go. She gets stuck over analyzing and he helps her process.

The one thing she's noticed in their time together is Max. Charles is his number one fan. It's a given, undeniable fact that she has come to love. Every interaction they have leaves Charles a mess and he's admitted to having a crush on the Dutch.

She doesn't mind one bit. Sure, her and Max might not be close, but they've had a few conversations here and there. If the human heart was only made to love one person then earth would be a sad place.

She's not surprised when Charles comes running up to her one day looking disheartened. He'd been talking about Max and his struggles. Specifically, the fact that sometimes Max gives hints of information just to shut down again.

Hence Charles asking Max to hang out more often. Specifically with her because where Charles fails in his responses, she knows how validate the small pieces Max gives them into his head.

She was never intentionally hiding what she does, she just didn't say anything about it and neither had Charles. Max had been adamant about not receiving help because he's fine and the two didn't want him to think tlthat she was going to be pulling tricks out of her sleeve. All they want is to make sure he knows that people care about him.

Max ends up coming around more often then not. She finds him around the paddock and makes sure to tell him goodluck. They go out to dinner and stay up in the living room playing games til ungodly hours in the morning.

Until Max found out. It was inevitably going to happen at some point. How is she supposed to keep masters, soon to he doctorate, in psychology hidden. Especially considering how close the three were becoming. She just wished it wouldn't have been the way it happened.

A knock at the apartment door alerts them close to midnight. They were in bed, ready to sleep and incredibly cozy.

Charles stumbles out first. A look of concern in his eyes as it could be a friend with an emergency. Which isn't wrong. Technically speaking.

She falls out of bed when the Dutch accent of Max fills her ears. It's angry at something and she's nervous Charles is about to get the brunt of whatever triggered Max.

She hops out of bed and scurried down the hall. "Max?"

His eyes are red and bloodshot. Muscles tense and rigid with squared shoulders. He's defensive. "You lied to me!"

Charles is standing like a dear in headlights. He looks clueless and lost on what to do. "Max, please-"

"What did we lie about, Max?" She gently takes a few steps closer to Charles and taps the Monegasque on the shoulder. A signal that he can relax a bit. Well - more like needs to for her sanity. She'd rather not have this escelate any more then it is.

"A psychology degree? When we're you planning on telling me?" His voice cracks. "Our whole relationship is a lie! Was this sone kind of sick ploy to use whatever I said against me, Charles? Using your girlfriend to get into my head?!"

She looks at him in understanding. "I can explain everything in the way you deserve, if you'll let me?"

Max reluctantly takes a seat in the living room. It's comfortable here. Less formal then the dining room table.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"That was my idea and I apoligize for that." She starts and Max seems to relax a little when he sees he apologetic look. It was never Charles' idea. "I wanted you to feel comfortable around me without you thinking I was trying to look into your head. Charles had wanted to become better friends and that included me being around more. I didn't want to ruin what you two have because of my profession."

Max's gaze becomes infinitely softer. His lips part just a tad and his eyes have a glossy screen over them.

Charles takes a deep breathe and she places a hand on his knee. A gentle reminder she's there with him. "The truth is, Max-" he shudders a but before continuing. "-I've liked you for a very long time. It was selfish of me to want to get closer to you. You just seemed so down recently I wanted you to feel cared for because I truly do care for you - both of us do."

"Both of you?"

"Yeah... the more I got to know you the more I could see what Charles sees." She laughs a bit at herself.

"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I was just so upset that you didn't tell me. I - I guess I felt betrayed because I like you both. No, wait, we're being honest here right?" Both her and Charles nod him along in encouragement. Max looks at the ceiling, then the floor, then back to them. "I think I love you both? It's weird to think about, loving two people at once. I wasn't sure how I felt until I heard and then I realized how angry I was that I'd been played. And I just - I want you to know that I appreciate how kind you both have been to me. Maybe, if you're both willing, we could give this a try?"

Charles' eyes go wide. She thinks that he may pass out in shock until he starts talking. "We're cuddling. I don't care what either of you say. I think we all need it."

It may not have been the best way for Max to find out, but it led them here. Max comfortably tucked into the middle of the bed, all of them knowing how cared for they truly are.

[sil-writes-fiction-too]

Worries

Gale x OC!Tav

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

A/N: during last night's BG3 session I found the book Gale was looking for and while expressing my worry for his obsession over it I got a line of dialogue from him that gave me the big sad, so I decided to write how the scene played out in my head and what consequences it might have had on the relationship between Gale and Summer. Be warned that I typed this on my phone during today's lecture so it might suck a little

"Don't be a hindrance after being such a great help!"

He regretted his words immediately after hearing them fall from his own lips. The way she recoiled slightly didn't escape his notice, as neither did the almost defeated look in her eyes. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, he simply wanted, no, needed to get his hands on that book! Desperation was clawing at his chest, clouding his judgement momentairily, that's it. But these were simply excuses, weren't they? He said what he said, and the consequences were quick to catch up to him.

"Fine. Have it. It's all yours."

She said, immediately surrendering the book despite having just expressed her concerns about letting him have it. Relief washed over him as soon as the tome ended in his hands, but that was extremely short lived as now a much bigger, much more important problem sat in front of him. Clearly he had hurt his lover.

He thought she of all people would understand him, understand what he was trying to do, but instead, since the very moment he began his research on the Crown of Karsus, she tried all in her power to change his mind. What was he missing? Wouldn't it be infinitely better for everyone if he ascended to godhood? Wouldn't it be better for her? He could be a far better man for her, if she would just let him.

"Summer, I-"

He began, stammering as he looked for something to say, anything that would help him convey just how contrite he was for the way he had spoken to her a couple moments prior. He searched her yellow eyes, but when he found disappointment reflected in them, his mind was voided of all useful thoughts. What use was his verbosity if he couldn't even think of a decent apology right now??

"Come on. We need to get out of this vault before we are caught."

And so she walked past him, placing her new, flaming axe over her shoulder and closely followed by Astarion and Jaheira. This time around, not even the vampire took the chance to poke fun at him for his evident blunder with the tiefling girl he was so enamoured with. Probably because he could count the times Summer fell silent and got so serious only on one hand. Way to go, Gale.

The book weighted heavy in his hands as he finally decided to follow the group out of the vault, his eyes naturally drawn to the way Summer's tail irritatedly flicked from side to side. He needed to fix this, and fast.

---

The water rippled gently against the stones as the sun set over the horizon, tinging the sky with a deep orange color that faded in a beautiful violet. Dinner had already ended half an hour prior, and now everyone was busy lazying around camp, some resting in their tent, some warming up by the fire. Very few words were exchanged that evening, and Gale was sure it was partly his fault.

When he had thought of the moment he would finally get his hands on the book, he was sure he'd waste no time before reading it... and yet now it sat unopened in his bag, his mind preoccupied elsewhere. Namely, with the tiefling woman that was now sitting on the crooked pier, her gaze trained on the horizon as her tail slowly swished from side to side from under the marvellous cascade of her black waves. Even when she was angry with him he couldn't help but notice how absolutely gorgeous she was. Sometimes he wondered if he had fallen in love with another goddess, but she was always quick to refute this notion.

Thinking on this and many other conversations they had, he began to miss her terribly, as if she wasn't sitting just across camp. Usually they would spend their evenings together. Him, talking her ear off about God knows which topic, and her, listening intently even if said subject was of no interest to her and she struggled to fully understand what he was trying to explain. No matter what, she never seemed to be bothered by his chatty nature. Instead, she encouraged him, asked him to tell her more, all the while looking at him with a tenderness and an adoration he had never experienced before in his life. And he, in turn, would focus solely on her when she would talk to him about her home and peculiar family life in Aegis, fascinated by the stories of her adventures and of the people she met along the way. He was sure he never felt his chest as full as it was when he gazed upon her, and it certainly had nothing to do with the orb.

Before he could get further lost in his thoughts and self-pity, he started walking towards her. He didn't just miss her, he desperately wanted to apologize to her and to let her know that he never meant to hurt her. Fear gripped at his heart. What if she couldn't accept his apology? What if he couldn't remedy? What if-

"Hey."

His own voice jerked him out of his ruminations, and he found himself standing at her side. She remained quiet, her gaze still fixed on the thin, invisible line between the sea and the sky. A shiver ran down his spine.

"May I sit with you?"

He asked tentatively, keeping his hands behind his back to try and seem as composed as usual, but his fingers were fidgeting. He almost walked away immediately after asking, but then she nodded with a soft hum, and that alone felt like a blessing from the Gods.

He sat down beside her, letting his legs dangle from the little wooden pier as his hands tried to sit still in his lap. He was still nervous, but he felt like he could finally speak without making too much of a fool of himself.

"I... I want to apologize, Summer. I realize that my outburst must've hurt your feelings. That I must've hurt your feelings, that is. I didn't mean to be so rude to you. You are not a hindrance to me, I hope you know that. I... I was so set on obtaining that book that I let it cloud my mind. I'm sorry."

He spoke with the utmost sincerity, hoping that what he was trying to say made sense to her.

"I know you must've had a good reason to be so worried. I should've at least heard you out instead of snapping at you like a brute."

His face was starting to feel warm with shame as he replayed the day's events in his head, but before he could keep talking, Summer sighed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment and her shoulders sinking slightly.

"I did have a good reason, I still do."

Her eyes opened again, and her gaze pointed towards the sky.

"I understand why that book is so enticing to you, but Gale... its contents could be dangerous. And while it's true we have faced greater dangers as a group in the last weeks, this could be risky for you. That's what I am worried about. I mean, "Karsus' Folly"? Ring any bells? You were the one that told me the story, for Hell's sake! Surely you must realize the risks you would face by reforging that blasted thing. I don't..."

She took a breath, and Gale realized she was feeling just as anxious as he was.

"I don't want to lose you."

Her voice turned softer, almost preventing him from hearing the way it trembled. She finally turned to look at him and he could've sworn he felt his heart break at the sight. Her yellow eyes, usually bright and fiery like the flames of the Hells, were now watery and no more than a flickering candle. She was afraid of losing him, much like he was afraid of losing her, and in the midst of all that anxiety and pain... he felt blessed. Blessed to have met her, to have found someone that cared so much about him, to have her heart and her soul and to have given her his in return.

"... I am a lucky man."

He breathed softly, letting a smile curl his lips as he gazed at her.

"You have a great deal of patience, having to put up with me. I hardly deserve you, my love. I understand your fear wholeheartedly, for I feel it all the same for you. Let the stars be my witness, I promise I will do all in my power to stay right by your side for the rest of my days. I am not going anywhere..."

Summer looked at him and a slight smile appeared on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"I sense a 'but' coming..."

She joked half-heartedly with a sigh, and he smiled in a way that was sheepish and apologetic.

"But... please let me show you what I'd like to do with the Crown. Give me a chance to explain why this could be a great opportunity for us. I only ask that you hear me out. I promise this is not just some blind chase for power. It has purpose. I do this with you in mind, my love..."

For a moment he thought she would deny his request and retreat to her tent, but after what seemed like an eternity of pondering on her side, she sighed again and relented, nodding her head.

"Fine. I'll hear what you have to say."

His face lit up immediately, making her huff as she brouht her gaze back towards the darkening sky.

"Hells. You're lucky you're cute."

She grumbled a little, and he realized she was pouting. A genuine laugh escaped his lips as he sat closer to her, his eyes shining with love and relief. His hand came to gently rest over her smaller one, almost covering it entirely. She could feel his insistent, adoring gaze on her and she found it hard to hold back a smile. Goddamn him and that adorable face of his, destroying her attempt at looking annoyed. She shook her head with an exasperated chuckle and her tail came to lazily wrap around his waist as if to pull him even closer. What a beautiful night... it would've been a shame to spend it without him by her side.

[natasha-in-space]

hihi!! I've missed reading your writing so much, so I'm here to request Saeyoung and an MC who is very sleepy and stressed/short tempered for some odd reason? Maybe MC has some kind of stress and doesn't want to tell him, but eventually gives in after maybe breaking down? idk I love the way you turn a comfort into an angst then back into a comfort, so I trust your writing flair! <3

Ohh, this is such an interesting request! I decided to put this one some time after the SE, once Saejoong becomes too much of a threat for twins to ignore. I believe it'll be a stressful time period for everyone involved, and some issues may arise. It was fun to write out a possible argument like this.

"Where were you?"

You had to fight the urge to wince at your own uncharacteristically sharp tone of voice, as you stood there in the doorway, keeping your hands safely hidden inside of your pockets in an effort to hide just how much they were trembling. Truth is, you didn't want to be angry with Saeyoung. You didn't want to act out so harshly and accuse him of something like this.

All you really wanted to do was run up to him and take care of every single individual scrap and bruise your eyes could see, only to kiss them all away once you're finally done.

But, you were too upset to care. Even right now, when you were actively trying to stand up to yourself and your needs, you felt just as torn and painful as ever. Is what you're doing... truly the right thing to do here? What if he lies to you again?

You knew he was only trying to protect you, but, God... You hated being left in the dark like this. Their father was a dangerous vile man, and you understood why he'd want to put some distance between you so as to not put you at any risk. But, didn't you all promise to fight together from now on? You were terrified of loosing him and knowing that you were helpless to stop any harm coming his way.

A battle against Saejoong is not going to be an easy one, you knew that. However, it was breaking your heart to see your beloved Saeyoung putting himself in danger without any regard for his own safety, or your feelings on the matter. And it's not just you who is feeling this way. Saeran was struggling just as much with this complex dilemma putting a rift inside of your small family.

All you wanted was for Saeyoung to understand that there were people who cared about him. People who didn't want to see him hurt like this.

All the older Choi could do was awkwardly shift from one foot to another, clearly sensing the tension practically oozing off of you in waves. He knew that he was in the wrong here. You could see it in the way that he was avoiding looking you in the eye, giving out a small nervous chuckle to collect himself before finally giving you a reply. "I know this looks bad... But I got a hold of some integral information that could be crucial to us in the future. I couldn't let it slip away... I'm sorry, there was no time for me to tell any of you."

"So you just- Drove away, knowing that you're putting yourself in danger, without telling any of us in advance? Do you have any idea how much of a hard time Saeran is having because of you?" You couldn't keep your voice from cracking, which only made you feel more and more frustrated, both with this sad situation and yourself. God, why can't you even get angry at him properly? You didn't want to start crying your eyes out in front of him now, not when you so desperately needed to address this issue as soon as possible. Before it was too late, and something bad did really happen. "...Do you have any idea how much of a hard time I'm having...?"

His gaze noticably softened at your vulnerability, his voice turning serious. "Y/N, I'm sorry... I know I screwed up. I should have warned someone in advance, or at least wrote you a message, or something. But, the important part is: I'm okay. See? It's only a couple of bruises, I'm totally safe. Compared to some other missions I took part in? This one was one of the safest! I promise this won't happen again... Just, please don't waste your energy on something like this. I survived under some very extreme conditions in my time. I'm going to be alright. Hackers are like cockroaches, remember?"

"Stop saying things like that!" This time, you did sound very angry. What's ironic, is that your anger was no longer directed at him. You were angry at his words. At the way that he was talking about his own safety, as if it was nothing important. Comparing himself with a disgusting insect, so far removed from the way that you've viewed him. Your trembling hands clenched into tight fists inside of your pockets, a heavy lump quickly forming on the inside of your throat, hot tears clouding your vision and distorting Saeyoung's increasingly worried gaze, which only made you feel even more bitter.

He comes all bruised up and probably exhausted from a dangerous mission, and what gets him all worried is you crying. That's so much like him. Small part of you even wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

"Y/N..." Shaking your head furiously, you took a quick step back, putting one of your hands in front of your face to shield him from your line of sight. You hated the way that your heart clenched at the softness in his hushed voice, at the way that your name sounded as it escaped past his lips. So vulnerable and caring. You heard him take a few careful steps towards you, before stopping just about a meter away from you. A couple moments of tense silence followed suit, interrupted only by your occasional quiet sniffing as you did your best to hold back on the tears. "Y/N, I'm sorry... Really, I'm okay. There's... There's nothing for you to worry about now. I know this must have been really scary for you, and I know that I messed up, but right now I'm here, with you. Please, just don't cry... I promise you it wasn't anything dangerous this time around."

This time, you were the one that took another step forward, feeling fed up with the way that he continued to just put himself down in front of you, without even noticing just how wrong his words really were. Ignoring the messy tears now rolling freely down your cheeks, you grabbed onto his bruised arms, bringing them up into the light to showcase each individual injury, however small it may be. Every single cut and bruise felt like a tiny needle being prickled right into your heart. You hiccuped: "You're hurt! What do you mean 'there's nothing for me to worry about', Saeyoung!? If this mission wasn't a dangerous one, then what should I expect once the time for a dangerous trip finally comes? Of course I'm crying - I... I love you, you idiot! God, I've been worried sick about you! Treasure yourself more, you... you..."

You couldn't finish your sentence. No insults were coming to mind. And you didn't want to insult him. All of this pent up anger and frustration was never directed at Saeyoung himself. Deep down, you weren't at all angry with him, you were concerned about him. You wanted him to treasure himself and keep both his body and mind healthy and safe, not only for you and Saeran, but for himself as well. Seeing him do the opposite of that... It hurt too much for you to bear.

"...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize! This isn't about me, ugh, I'm just- I'm just so frustrated, and stressed, and..." You let out a shaky exhale, blinking away a few stray tears still clouding your vision. His hands felt warm in your grasp. You held onto them tighter, tenderly brushing the rough skin of his palm with your thumb.

You were so stupid...

"-And it was wrong of me to make you feel all of these things, just because I thought it wasn't a big deal." Saeyoung finished for you, slowly resting his forehead onto your own and making you finally meet his sorrowful golden gaze. Seeing him safe and sound, feeling the warmth of his skin so close to yours, all of it only made you want to burst into tears for the second time today. "I promised you that we'll be a team from now on, and I messed up that promise. And I promised to Saeran not to go away and decide things for him, too. I messed that up just the same. Of course you're worried and upset... All I wanted was to protect what's most precious to me, but... In the process, I only hurt you both. I'm sorry. I'll... I'll try to be better from now on."

Sighing, you closed your eyes, apprehensively leaning into his touch and letting some of the today's tension finally leave your body, much to your relief. Still, this doesn't mean that everything is completely okay just yet. "I want you to treasure yourself more... Treasure yourself just like I treasure you and you treasure me. Treat yourself with care and love, don't throw away your safety so easily. Please... Don't put yourself in danger so carelessly for us. There are people who'd... who'd hate to see you hurt, Saeyoung."

"I know. I'll try. I promise."

A sense of solace washed over you at once, laying heavy on your trembling limbs. Still, despite your quickly approaching tiredness, you managed to smile, ever so slightly, tilting your head just enough to seal your lips in a brief, but vulnerable kiss. "You don't have to face the world alone now... Please, never forget that. We're going to get through this. Together."

[linawritestwst]

Could you please do orange, yellow, green and pink for deuce and ace?

ace trappola.

ORANGE: "does this character prefer fancy dates or something more simple, but still cute and meaningful?"

eh, i don't think ace cares that much about the fancy stuff. he'd rather prefer doing something more simple and casual, he thinks it will be more comfortable for you both. he also doesn't want you to get overwhelmed, especially if it's your first date. and he doesn't want your dates to be way too expensive

YELLOW: "how his s/o can make him smile?"

ace would love it if you were just as mischievous as him, so he would enjoy pranking and teasing others with you by his side. you two are so cool together, you're like a perfect team! ace also simply loves hanging out with you, you can sometimes notice him smiling while you two are taking a walk together or watching a movie. he'll try to hide it or deny it when you ask him why he's smiling, but you just know that it's because he loves you so much and he's happy to spend this day with you.

GREEN: "does this character ever get jealous? if so, how does he express it?"

i am here once again using headcanons that i already wrote yeah, i think ace does get jealous, but he's actually surprisingly good at handling it. sure, he doesn't like seeing you getting way too close with other people, but he's not gonna tell you to stop spending time with them, he doesn't have the right to control you like that. his jealousy is more strong when you two are not dating yet, so when you two are in a relationship, he becomes more chill about it. he knows that you love him A LOT, why should he worry about you loving someone else?

PINK for ace has already been done here!

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deuce spade.

ORANGE: "does this character prefer fancy dates or something more simple, but still cute and meaningful?"

listen. he loves you a lot. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. but deuce would prefer to go on a more simple date with you, he really doesn't think he handle the more expensive ones. but he tries to make your dates as cute as he possibly can! you can see just how nervous he is, but it only makes him look even more adorable.

YELLOW: "how his s/o can make him smile?"

deuce becomes so happy when you compliment him or praise him! even if it's something simple as "thank you for helping me", he smiles the moment you say it and tries to hide his joy and excitement and he fails. it also makes him happy to hear that you enjoyed your date with him and had fun spending time with him. that probably means he's a good boyfriend, right?

GREEN: "does this character ever get jealous? if so, how does he express it?"

.. yeah, he does get jealous. he doesn't want to admit it, but he doesn't like seeing you being so close with someone else. he's not really angry, he's more sad about it, if i had to describe his jealousy? like he sees you having fun with other person and he's like "oh :(". if you two are not dating yet, deuce would try to impress you with all kinds of things, but he wouldn't really tell you to look at him or pay attention. he just does something cool and he hopes you notice it. and when you two are already dating, deuce would act more nervous and even become kinda quiet, like he wouldn't be sure if you still want to be in a relationship with him.. it's very easy to notice that something is wrong, so you can just talk to him about it!

PINK for deuce has already been done here!

[darkjanet2]

Sonic Adventure 2: Sonadow

Chapter 9: Finding the Last Emerald 

*Space Colony Ark*

50 years ago. 

Maria and Shadow were in the control room, staring outside the planet Earth's surface window. Maria stood at the front of the ship window, her long, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore her signature blue, knee-length dress that matched her eyes perfectly. Her white heels shone like polished ivory. Her pink lips curled into a smile as she gazed upon the beautiful world below them. 

Shadow stood next to her with a serious look on his face. His red eyes stared through Maria's reflection with an icy coldness. He was no longer as excited about this mission. It was a routine rescue mission.

"So, Shadow, what do you think of life on Earth?" asked Maria. "Is it nice there?"

Shadow glanced away from her as if he didn't want to talk about the planet. "Not really."

"Really? Why?" Maria asked, turning to face him with a curious expression. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"The professor said his life's work was dedicated to all of those who live here," explained Shadow, crossing his arms in a huff. "So I don't understand why they need to keep going back for more knowledge. They should be happy living in one place and working in one area."

"But what about their families? Don't they feel sad?" questioned Maria, her voice filled with concern. Shadow looked at her. He'd never noticed how beautiful she was until now. She was so kind, compassionate, and innocent. She was always trying to help others. Even when people didn't deserve it. She reminded Shadow so much of…himself.

"That's true…" said Shadow thoughtfully. He had never considered that before. "Maria... I just don't know anything anymore. I wanted to know why I was created, but…" Maria placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. She smiled at him gently. Shadow knew she understood his frustration and felt sympathy towards him.

"Hey, it'll get better," Maria reassured him. "Professor Robotnik is very good at helping people. He told me so himself. Just wait and see."

Shadow nodded. Then he turned his head and looked at his reflection once again. "What about you? You never did tell me what your life is like here."

"My life…?" Maria trailed off, confused by his question. "It's not that interesting. My family has moved here to be near Professor Robotnik. But I'M the one who will have to go back and forth between them."

 Suddenly, she realized something. She quickly turned around to face Shadow. "Hey, Shadow, what do you think about my parents? Do you think they're happy?" Maria wasn't sure what else to ask him. She hoped he would give her some answers. After all, if anyone understood human emotions better than herself, it was Shadow. He was so different from other beings. He could relate to humans more easily than any of them. She wanted to know what he thought of her mother and father. "Do you think they miss me?"

"They missed you very much," answered Shadow without hesitating. "Your mother even cried when she saw you leaving the lab the day we came back from our trip." Maria blushed slightly at his words. "But you weren't gone long. Your father made sure that you returned safely."

"Well then, thank you," Maria replied."

"Maria..."  Shadow spoke softly, almost like a whisper.

*End Flashback*

Shadow opened his eyes slowly, his mind filled with memories of Maria. He still remembered how she had comforted him when he was feeling down. He had been so angry, hurt, and lonely.  Maria was the first friend he ever had since he ever had. And although he hated to admit it, he liked Maria a lot. More than he liked any other human being. He loved her kindness, caring nature, and sweet nature. And more importantly, he loved the way that she made him feel like he belonged somewhere. 

"Shadow?" A female voice called out to him from behind. 

He turned around to face the female bat, Rouge, with a neutral look on her face. She gave him a small wave as she approached him. She stood there inches away from Shadow, looking directly at him. "Why so melancholy? That was so unlike you, Shadow. You came to me and recused me," Rouge said. "The Choas Control definitely comes in handy."

Shadow scoffed, "I didn't come to save you, I came for the Chaos Emeralds."

Rouge rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I figured that, considering you're the only one that hasn't found it yet."

The sound of the door opening from behind them, it was Eggman entering the control room. He walked over to the console and began fiddling with various buttons. "We've got a few minutes to prepare for the dropoff. Everyone ready?"

"Ready? We have six of the seven Chaos Emeralds, including the Chaos Emerald that we lost," stated Rouge flatly.

Shadow smirked in determination. "That's more than enough for a demonstration. So let's get the show on the road." He turned away from Rouge and walked over toward the exit.

*At the Meadow*

The next morning, Tails was cooking breakfast over the campfire while Amy was making tea. Sonic groggily opened his eyes, his nose caught the smell of bacon and eggs wafting up to him. 

"Rise and shine, Sonic," Tails called. "Get ready for breakfast!"

 The hedgehog rubbed his eyes and sat up straight. He yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. "Finally, food," he grumbled. 'Gotta pee.' Sonic thought. 

He walked over to the bushes and peed there sighing in relief. Once he finished, he washed his hands in the lake and he returned back to the campsite where everyone else was already sitting down and eating their breakfast. 

"Morning, everybody." Sonic took a seat beside Tails who handed him a plate full of bacon and eggs. The hedgehog wolfed it down, inhaling the delicious aroma with relish. After his meal, he picked up the teapot and poured himself some tea, enjoying the warmth of the cup in his hands. The aroma seemed to calm his nerves. "So, guys," he started. "Any plans for today?"

Everyone paused for a second before speaking. "We're gonna go to Central City to take care of the Chaos Emeralds," said Tails simply. He continued eating his breakfast as if nothing happened.

"Central City! Oh man, that sounds fun!" exclaimed Amy. She slurped up her pancakes with gusto, her mouth stuffed full of food. "I wish I could go, too."

Sonic shrugged. "Sure, whatever. Whatever you say."Amy pouted at him. Sonic knew she disliked being ignored.

"Well, let's get moving," suggested Tails, standing up. Sonic rose to his feet and collected his empty plates and utensils before setting them aside. "Wherever we go, we must leave within 30 minutes.  We have to make the drop-off time as quick as possible. If we linger in one spot for too long, we risk having the Chaos Emeralds discovered." 

Sonic nodded, knowing full well how difficult his journey would be. He'd rather fight Robotnik and his henchmen than spend more time on Earth. 

"Let's get going before Eggman does anything stupid," said Sonic. 

After they cleaned up the campsite, they mounted Tails' Tornado biplane which flew swiftly across the forest. The sky was clear and bright, and there were white, puffy clouds in sight. They soared across the trees, heading westwards towards Central City. In the distance were buildings of steel skyscrapers and large warehouses. The group headed to the nearest city. It was called Central City and was home to many factories, manufacturing plants.

"Next stop, Central City," said Tails. 

[sirsparklepants]

I started writing a witcher s2 ot3 get together back in January, and despite my optimistic working title of "operation make Geralt come dry" it never really went anywhere, much less anywhere NSFW. I do still like what I've got, though.

-

It was, frankly, a massive disappointment that the crumbling cold walls of Kaer Morhen weren't enough to justify bunking up together. Getting broken out of prison didn't exactly give one time to grab a set of luggage along the way, and so Jaskier was sadly lacking in winter gear and would have appreciated someone else to warm the narrow beds in the witchers' keep. And of course, all the inhabitants - barring, of course, Ciri, and perhaps the older, witcher, as even Jaskier thought twice about fucking his best friend's father - were quite attractive, and he'd have to be blind not to notice. True, there was a sad dearth of women, unless he wanted to brave a snowed-over mountain pass, but just because Jaskier didn't often go for men didn't mean that he couldn't recognize an attractive muscular specimen when they were right in front of him. And he went for celibacy even less than he went for men.

But alas, it was not to be. He'd carefully felt the other witchers out, as surely growing up surrounded by other men in the first froth of teenage hormones, kept from setting foot in a human town for fear of their safety, had made at least one of the witchers flexible. After all, a boys' school had made Jaskier much the same.

None of these witchers were, it turned out. Or at least, not with him - either that or they thought he really had been talking about his fretting skills. Blunt language seemed a witcher's forte, even if it certainly wasn't Jaskier's. But he didn't fancy spending the winter with a keep full of people who had bluntly rejected him. At least this way he kept his pride.

Thus, he was quite surprised to receive a visitor as he was steeling himself for another night in a cold bed. And even more to see Yennefer behind the creak of his bedroom door.

She didn't ask to be invited in - of course - only strode in wearing the mantle of her old confidence, shutting the door sharply behind her. He saw her shoulders heave with a deep breath as she held onto the iron pull for an extra moment. Then she turned to look him in the eye, clenching her hands into fists before she spoke.

"I need your help."

"No!" Jaskier said immediately. "Last time you said that I ended up watching a man getting his face bitten off from under a table. No more favors for suicidal witches!"

Yennefer rolled her eyes, but her old self wasn't in it. "Not like last time," she said. "I daresay you'll even enjoy it."

Jaskier could feel his face contort into what must have been a truly garish expression of disbelief. Certainly, they'd saved each other's lives, and their sniping had settled into the kind of comfortable bicker Jaskier could easily keep going for hours. But he couldn't imagine enjoying whatever onerous task Yennefer was trying to foist off on him with that tightness around her eyes.

"Truly," she said with a dry laugh. "It's to do with your favorite thing."

"Music?" Jaskier asked. "We both know my poor lute is languishing somewhere in Oxenfurt."

"Not music," Yennefer said, lips a little pinched. "Fucking."

Jaskier blinked. "Ah…" he said, fumbling for a response to that one. "We met at a magical orgy. I thought you had that pretty well in hand for yourself."

"I think we've both had to take things in hand recently," she said, and Jaskier barked out a slightly stunned laugh. "And I have a solution for you. I want you to fuck Geralt."

"You what?" Jaskier asked, and if his voice reached a pitch normally quite out of his range, he was simply going to be proud of his vocal flexibility. "I know you have that well in hand - and, and everywhere else, for that matter. I've seen you two, you know."

"Not any more," Yennefer said, her voice flat. "Surely you can see that he's still angry at me. But," her mouth thinned, "he's tired, Jaskier. He needs to rest. He needs, frankly, someone to wear him out enough that he can stop thinking. And if that can't be me any more, it'll have to be you."

"Am I supposed to be flattered by that?" Jaskier asked, feeling a flare of the old prickly temper Yennefer had so often evoked in him. "'Please, Jaskier, for his own good, you must find it in yourself to - roll over for your friend, as I don't have enough goodwill with anyone else in this keep to ask, despite the fact that you have no indication he's even interested in such and also that there's quite a bit of conflicted feelings to be sorted out!' Oh yes, how could I possibly enjoy that?"

"Do you think this is easy for me?" Yennefer asked, her voice crescendoing in a way that Jaskier might have found impressive under different circumstances. "Asking someone to fuck my former lover because he can't relax enough to sleep through the night but when I touch him he flinches away from me? Because it isn't. You're the only one it's even halfway tolerable to ask!"

Jaskier paused, his mouth half open. This was an endorsement he'd never expected to hear from Yennefer, of all people. "I, well, alright," he said weakly. That had rather taken the wind out of his righteous sails. He swallowed and took a moment to rally, and then held up one finger. "But! How do you know he's interested? For that matter, how do you know I am?"

Yennefer smirked at him, a little unevenly. "What, did you think your little breakup anthem was subtle?" she asked.

"Breakup anthem?" Jaskier absolutely did not squawk. "That's a truly uncharitable interpretation of my work."

"And a true one," she said. "As for Geralt, well. Let's just say that he has certain tastes sometimes best suited for your anatomy, not mine, although we more than made do." Her eyes flickered significantly downwards.

Well, that was certainly an inspiring thought. It didn't make this whole mad situation any less of a bad idea, though. Jaskier fell in love quite easily, especially when his prick was involved. To add that into the equation when he had loved Geralt as his dearest friend already - was quickly getting back there, even - had the makings of quite the disaster, and Jaskier's self-preservation instincts beat down his libido, albeit with a serious struggle.

"That doesn't mean he's interested in men, simply that he's rather more adventurous than your average senior citizen," Jaskier said, but even he could hear the weakness in his own voice.

The hesitation was obvious to Yennefer, and she gave him no quarter. "Do you think he spends the winters celibate?" she asked, smirking a little. "Our situation notwithstanding, visitors are quite the special event." Ha! Jaskier had known it had to be so.

"He's your friend, Jaskier," Yennefer said, letting her voice grow soft and peering up at him through her lashes. "And… so am I. All of this is hard enough. I just want you to make it a little easier on him, that's all."

Jaskier's heart lurched in his chest. "I do want that, of course I do," he said helplessly. "But Yennefer, I don't think this is going to work out quite the way you think."

"What else can we do?" Yennefer snapped, eyes flashing.

"I'm so glad you asked," Jaskier said, choosing to take her words at face value. "I think I have a better solution in mind."

-

As always during their stay, dinner was filled with a thrumming tension that Jaskier was sure he could touch if it grew even minutely stronger. If it were for his own sake, he was sure Geralt would have forgiven Yennefer already. He probably thought he owed her one good betrayal of her own to make up for his shocking breach of her trust, or some nonsense like that. But he was a father now, however much he'd resisted it in the past, and had taken to the protectiveness of the good ones like a duck to water.

If he were a man with slightly more scruples, Jaskier thought he might have felt bad about planning to take such shameless advantage of that. Luckily for both Geralt and Yennefer, his scruples fell easily by the wayside when sex was involved. That and the fact that he truly did care for Geralt and didn't mind in the slightest bullying him into caring for himself.

"Right," Jaskier said, as soon as Ciri had rounded the corner with two other witchers, off to play some game or another to make them all less skittish with each other. "I simply cannot take another day of this." He gestured grandly between the way Yennefer's shoulders were crawling towards her ears and the white-knuckled grip Geralt kept around his cup. "And, possibly more importantly, neither can Ciri."

"What?" Geralt asked, turning to meet his eyes.

Jaskier sighed. "You can't have missed that the girl watches your every move, Geralt," he said. "She loves you, and she wants desperately to be like you. And every time Yennefer is in the room, you watch her like she'll open a portal and summon a few of those new and improved monsters herself."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yennefer's gaze flick downwards to her hands, but he kept his attention on Geralt.

"Do you think she doesn't deserve it?" Geralt asked, voice low and rough.

Jaskier laid one hand out on the table and opened it towards Geralt, beseeching. "It's not about deserving it or not," he said. "If you didn't trust her not to hurt Ciri, you'd find someone else to teach her, no matter the cost. Right now, all you're doing is shaking your daughter's faith in her teacher, and that's the last thing she needs when working with something as volatile as her power." (Yennefer made a noise, and Jaskier ignored it. He was well aware that all three of them had been scared of their teachers one way or another. That certainly hadn't helped turn them into healthy, functional adults.)

Geralt grunted. "So what do you expect me to do?" he asked. "She almost used Ciri for something terrible. She could have killed her. Do you expect me to just let that go?"

"No, of course not," Jaskier said. "We both know that certain wounds take a long time to heal over, if at all. No, I'm proposing something entirely different. You both need a trust-building exercise, and I have just the thing."

-

"A bath?" Geralt asked skeptically, when they made it to Jaskier's room - neutral territory, as it were.

"Yes, a bath," Jaskier said, fixing him with a determined stare. "You need to accept being vulnerable with Yennefer again, and she needs to work towards making herself trustworthy. So you're going to get naked and she's going to bathe you. And I," he said, indicating himself with a flourish of his hand, "am going to supervise, in case either of you feels like saying something nasty."

"Just supervise?" Yennefer asked, a thin veneer of sarcasm wrapped around the stiffness in her like razor wire.

"Well, if you need my expertise, I will be happy to instruct you," he said.

Geralt snorted. "Because having her dump a bucket over my head is going to make me trust her," he said.

"Oh, shut up," Jaskier said, rolling his eyes. "Yennefer, a hot bath, please. I'll help Geralt undress, since he's feeling a bit recalcitrant."

Really, Geralt didn't need his help with just shirt, pants, and boots, and they both knew it. But it let Jaskier put his hands on Geralt's shoulders and speak to him softly as Yennefer spoke some words in Elder.

"I think this will help," he said in an undertone. "At worst, it's a hot bath. I'll be here the whole time."

"Do you think that makes it better?" Geralt said nearly as softly, but there was a small upturn at one corner of his mouth.

"Of course it does," Jaskier said. "I make every situation with one's clothes off better."

Geralt gave a subvocal little chuckle, but he did let Jaskier drop to peel off his boots while he unbuttoned his shirt enough to slip it over his head, and that was about the best Jaskier could ask for.

Jaskier busied himself with his own layers, stripping down to shirtsleeves and rolling them out of the way. When he looked up, Geralt was sinking into a steaming tub with Yennefer kneeling beside, something vulnerable in her face. Jaskier stepped over to join them, pressing the large sponge beside them into Yennefer's hands.

[grievedeeply]

Hi! Can I submit an ask for a Glamrock Freddy x teen female reader (like 17-18) who has siblings but lives in an abusive household? Like a headcanon scenario where she's working at the Pizzaplex and gets a call from her dad and he's in a rage, so she quietly asks to leave her siblings with Freddy after hours and goes home alone to face the music but Freddy knows something isn't right? And then when she comes back a mess the next morning Freddy grills her and finds everything out? Sorry if this was too specific or weird or is out of your comfort zone, but it'd make my year if you took my ask:)) gosh nervous over the internet who'dve thought

-anxious anon

sure!! don't be anxious i love receiving and writing these requests, i hope this can be of some comfort for you! i also hope this writing format is what you wanted, if it isn't let me know and i can try something else! 

tws: abuse (nothing in depth or but it is lightly described and talked about, physical and mental) all under the cut

fem!reader (she/her)

your little siblings were absolutely in love with going to the pizzaplex. it was an excuse for you to get out of the house to drive them there, so you took it upon yourself to take them for a bit of a break from your parents

the pizzaplex was loud as it always was, but at least people sounded happy, like they were enjoying themselves. you wandered around with your siblings for a while until the main show would start, which was one of their favorite things there

since you visited the pizzaplex so often, you quickly formed a friendship with glamrock freddy. the first time you met it was an accident, with you running straight into his metal chest. he forgave you quickly, and a conversation started quickly

you probably wouldn't ever tell him how big of a comfort he was to you. after all, he was an animatronic who— most likely— didn't realize how he had made an impact on you. he was almost like a parental figure to you and you found yourself happier and more comfortable around him than with your family at home

your siblings loved him too, and through you, he became friends with them as well. whenever he wasn't busy with other children he was with you and your siblings

you greeted him with a smile as you saw him after his performance, and he returned it to the best of his ability. it was almost time for the pizzaplex to close and you would have to return home soon, much to your dismay

you were so close to being able to move out and live on your own, but you couldn't leave your siblings alone with your parents like that. it would make you feel guilty for the rest of your life. the idea of moving out was great, but unless you could take them with you, it wouldn't happen

"you did great today." you told freddy as he let you and your siblings into his dressing room. "it was the same as the performance from the other day." he replies back to you, confusion evident in his tone

sometimes he was so human and it made you forget that he was really just a robot with programming. it smacked you in the face at that moment

"so?" you only laughed, your train of thought being cut off by the vibrating sensation coming from your pocket

you pursed your lips and pulled out your phone. it was your dad, and he was probably angry as he always was. you excused yourself and stepped out of his room, taking the call in the hall so your siblings didn't have to hear

your siblings knew other kids had better home lives than they did but you would always do your best to shield them from the brunt of your family's abuse

freddy noticed the frown on your lips before you left. he'd been having suspicions that something was going on at home ever since you met but this was just reinforcing that thought

he continued to talk to your siblings as you were on the phone outside, and when you came back in your face was permanently etched into a sad expression

"i have to go home." you said quietly to freddy, sounding clearly disappointed. he only wondered what your father said on the phone to make you look so sad. your siblings were obvious to your words, not even noticing that you'd came back into the room at all

"can you watch over them for a little while? they don't need to hear this." you asked him, glancing over at your siblings as they continued talking to each other. they were still looking happy, never getting tired of what the pizzaplex has to offer

"of course." he said, his voice reassuring. he'd make sure they stayed in his dressing room. the doors were to be locking soon, so they'd have to stay with him all night

he knew he'd most likely get into trouble if they were seen by any of the S.T.A.F.F. bots, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem if they stayed in his room.

you muttered a thank you to him, turned on your heel and left

freddy kept your siblings entertained, and when they asked where you went, he only told them that you had an important errand to run and had asked him to look after them for a while

they didn't think too much of it as they returned to playing and chatting with each other

freddy only wondered what kind of things you were facing at your home. he worried about you and your siblings, more so than any other children he'd met before. he'd become attached to you over time. he wanted to help you

so he hatched a plan. upon your return, he'd ask you about it. he would feel bad pushing you to say anything you didn't want to, but he knew he had to to get an answer out of you eventually

if what was going on at your house was what he thought it was, it would be better for him to ask

you returned the next morning, your hair a mess. you'd clearly gotten away from your house in a hurry as your shoes were barely put on, shoelaces still untied. he worried about you driving like that, wanting to make sure your shoes were properly put on before you left

he opened the door to his room for you, your siblings sleeping. he'd covered them up with makeshift blankets, cloths he found in the back room where his charging station was. it was more than your father at home had ever done for any of you

you didn't step in, and you gestured for him to step outside so you could talk to him privately

"thank you." you said, "i didn't think it would take that long." you admitted, scratching awkwardly at the back of your neck.

"that is okay." freddy replied. it was now or never. "what is going on at your home?" he asked you, his head tilted slightly to the side to show he was asking a question

"don't worry about it-"

"i am worrying." he cut you off before you could say anything else. "i know you don't think i notice, but i do. i noticed how upset you looked when your father called you last night, and i notice how you think you are covering up bruises. but you are not."

"you cannot keep me in the dark forever, superstar."

you remained silent at his words. superstar. every time he called you that it made you think of what your childhood could've been if it was normal, and you frowned

you pulled up your sleeves. it was easy for freddy to spot the bruises if somehow your jacket sleeves had rolled up. they were faded, but evidently still there

you told him everything, not able to keep it bottled up inside anymore. you told him about how your dad had called you in a fit of rage the night before and had threatened you multiple times in the past

freddy knew something had been going on for a long time, and he was glad that you trusted him enough to tell him about your situation

when you finished speaking, he didn't say anything in response. instead, he only dropped to his knees and pulled you into a hug. you flinched away from it at first, but quickly relaxed into it.

the hug was surprisingly comfortable even though he was made of metal. his touch was fatherly, comforting. he made no effort to pull away, waiting until you were ready instead

he wanted to get you and your siblings out of the abusive household you lived in, but he assumed you weren't ready to talk about it yet

so he stood there, arms wrapped around you in the most comforting and warm embrace you'd ever received

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

Paul's Lullaby | part one

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"Sam?" Paul was, he was in pain. He respect Sam and Emily's privacy, but he needed to talk to Sam now.

Paul wasn't angry, he was in pain. He felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. He ruined his own life, and he didn't know where else to turn.

"Paul?" Sam asked, opening the door. Emily was behind him, face covered in concern.

"I imprinted tonight," Paul said, "but she hates me. She really, really hates me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix," Sam said, ushering Emily to come closer.

"Sam, I'm not exaggerating, she told me that she hates me. In fact, she should hate me." Paul looked at his feet, but only to try and hide the distress on his face. "If anyone treated her that way I used to, I'd rip them apart."

"Paul," Emily said, reaching out. Paul flinched back.

"I don't deserve your sympathy. I just, I don't know what to do."

"Be patient. Maybe you just have to prove you're a different man now," Emily offered a sad smile, but it was the exact thing Paul didn't want. He shouldn't pitied, he didn't deserve it. He could feel his heart bruise and falter. He broke his own heart and has no clue on how to fix it.

Emily had to go back to sleep, but Sam sat up with Paul for a while longer.

When Paul finally left, it was almost two in the morning. He took off running through the woods, shifting when he knew he was hidden by the tree line. He tried to outrun the heartbreak, but obviously it didn't work.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at your computer. You wanted to work on your writing, but you were so angry at the audacity that Paul had.

You had done everything you could to avoid him the last couple years - and you managed to make it to the first day of summer after graduation. You'd run into him on the beach.

He was just such a jerk, acting like his words had no effect on anyone. Like he could just laugh behind your back and it wouldn't hurt.

But he used to tell people nasty rumours about you. Until nobody really wanted you around them. And then he had to take it that much farther, when you were both fifteen, he took you on a date, acted like he'd changed and grown. And right before he kissed you he said, "I know you fall for it."

That date alone triggered years of trust issues. You'd felt alone ever since.

Back to the beach, he was blocking the trail you needed to head down to get to work on time. You'd hoped that putting your head down and just trying to slide passed would work, but he recognized you. He tried talking to you, but you ignored him.

After taking a couple steps down the path he said, "don't be like that."

This made you look up, astounded that he would even say something like that. Until you finally looked into his eyes, and you recognized how beautiful he was. He also looked stunned, like he'd run into a glass door. He reached out to you, but recoiled, dodging his touch like he was on fire. Somehow, you'd felt even lonelier than ever.

One look at his face and you felt like you were missing something. You tried to keep your cool but you just couldn't. Tears brimmed at your eyes, and his friend Jared Cameron coughed, before walking to the water just to give you two some space.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and hesitant. Making you panic, thinking he was toying with you again.

"Stay away from me," you warned, taking a defensive step back.

That hit Paul harder in the heart than you would ever know. His soulmate, his imprint, recoiling away from him defensively. He found the person he was supposed to protect, to be needed by, and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Just wait a second," he begged, not moving towards you again. He didn't want to scare you.

"I hate you," you whispered, and then louder said it again. And louder again. Until you had screamed it, and the tears had taken over your cheeks. Every time you said it was an arrow to Paul's heart. He nodded, and let you turn around to run off without another word.

You didn't notice him run into the woods, followed by his friend.

You called work saying you had a personal emergency, and then went back home for the night.

Back in the present, you were tearing up at the memory of it. You were sick, you think. Addicted to red flag behaviour because there was no way you were thinking of Paul's hurt face, and feeling bad for causing it. He should feel bad for all the pain he caused.

You looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, but you were too caught up in all your feelings to send yourself to bed. You walked to the window, and noticed some kind of animal by the tree line. You lived in the middle of the woods, in an old cabin your grandma used to live in. You moved in when she got sick but never moved out. You liked it. It was cozy. It was private.

Finally relenting, you crawl into bed and did your best to sleep.

The next day, you were walking along the same path on the beach. You offered to cover the shift of the girl who had covered yours at such last minute.

Paul was in the same spot, but alone this time. You tried to walk passed him without acknowledging him, but something stopped you. You didn't want to see him sad again, it hurt you. And it made no sense why, you'd spent two years hating him.

You were only a few steps passed him, so you turned around, gripping the end of your sweater sleeves in each hand.

Paul had his head down, but looked up when he heard you sigh. You were standing in front of him, looking so terrified to speak to him. Paul could've started crying.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you like that yesterday," you said. "I should've just walked away so... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and you mistook it for something sinister. You tried to remain calm, but you were feeling lightheaded. You just couldn't trust his motives. "I deserved it."

Now that, threw you for a bit of a loop.

Fool me once, you thought.

"I still think we should just keep our distance," you said. "You kind of broke my heart."

"I'm really sorry about that, I was trying to impress the seniors. I was a tool. An idiot."

"Finally we agree on something," you said. He looked at you, and you both let out a small smile. He pushed some sand with his foot. His bashfulness made you want to believe him. "I work just up the hill. You can walk me if you want."

"Can I walk you home when you're done?" he asked, quickly falling in perfect tandem with you.

"No," you said. "But you can walk with me right now."

"I'll take it," he said.

"Why do you want to talk to me anyway? I thought you hated me," you said.

"I could never hate you," he said. "I do hate how I treated you though. Not my finest hour."

"I think your finest hour remains to be seen."

Paul stayed quiet after that. And you were oddly comfortable in the silence. You're not even sure why you invited him to come along, but some sick part of you wanted him to. You wanted to reach out and touch him. His arms just looked so welcoming, and the way he stretched his hand open and shut made you think he wanted the same thing. But you couldn't let him in, not after one day.

"Have a good shift," he said, putting his hands in his pocket.

You smiled at him ,and thanked him for walking you. When you smiled, he smiled. And you caught onto that.

Paul had been standing in the same spot every day to walk you to work. Out of curiosity, on one of your days off, you snuck close to the spot to see if he was there. And he was, leaning against the same railing, in the same spot that he waited for you everyday.

You got comfortable in a cozy little spot in the trees. You wanted to see how long he waited for you. You dozed off before you could get your question answered.

You woke up hours later, when the sun was already setting. You hated walking through the trees in the dark. You started walking on your own, but you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. So you swallowed your pride and called someone you knew would answer.

Paul was sitting at Sam and Emily's table, enjoying the dinner she made while waiting for his turn to go on patrol. It was Jared and Quil out there now. Paul could hear Seth snoring on the couch, making him laugh. Things that used to annoy him, didn't really seem to annoy him anymore. Not since you started letting him walk you to work. He even got Sam to let him change his patrol times to make sure he could be there every day.

His phone rang, and with a mouthful of food checked the number. He almost chocked on his food when he saw your number. He answered, hitting his chest to dislodge the food.

"Y/N, hi," he said, big grin on his face as he stood up and walked outside. Behind his back, Emily and Sam shared a knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss his wife.

Paul noticed Jared sitting nearby with Kim, and didn't think too much of it with you on the line.

"This may sound stupid," you said, "but can you walk me home? I don't like to go in the dark."

"You never let me walk you home," he said.

"If this is a bad time, it's okay," you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

"No, no... where are you? I'll be right there." He stepped back inside the house to grab his shoes, but the sound of you gasping stalled his movements.

"I'm by our meeting spot," you said. His grin returned when you called it that. "It's so dumb, I wanted to see if you went there when I didn't work and fell asleep."

"You were spying on me?" he asked. You were silent on the other end and he laughed. "I'll be right there."

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Huh?"

He heard you scream, as did Sam and Emily who's cheeky glances turned to concern quickly. "Y/N?" he asked, panicked. He was already running outside, Sam on his heals.

"Jared!" Sam shouted, "Why aren't you on patrol?"

"Seth said he'd do it!" Jared yelled back. Paul dropped his phone, and shifted, running top speeds to where you said you were.

Never in his whole life had he been this scared. He could hear Jared apologizing for the mixup in his thoughts, but Paul didn't really care what he had to say. If you were hurt, Paul would die. Paul would simply die.

He needed you to be there safe.

I knew something was wrong, Embry thought. Paul didn't even see him show up. Sorry I didn't act on it.

Shut the shit up and run, dammit!

When he got to the meeting point, you were gone, but your bag was abandoned nearby. Paul sniffed it, getting your current scent memorized. He took off when he found the trail. He also smelled a retched, filthy bloodsucker. It wasn't one of the Cullens. No, this was different. And it started at the water, that's how it got passed their lines. Not that they had enough people around.

Paul howled, the pain in it was evident for anyone around. It was him saying get here, or suffer the consequences.

I don't smell their blood, Jared thought.

You don't get to talk about them. This anger didn't derive from a bad temper, it was fear. It was just fear talking.

Paul kept running, catching a fork in the scent trails. One way was Quil, Leah and the bloodsucker. And the other was you, all alone. Alone but alive. If he couldn't hear Leah or Quil think, that was a good sign. Meant that they'd changed back, and Leah would never do that unless she killed them.

Go to her, we'll find Leah. Sam nodded at Paul.

You were crying as you ran, clumsy feet stumbling over tree roots and your own blurred vision totally betrayed you. Someone had come out of the water, eyes red like rubies. And they were so pretty that you just had to look at her. Until the showed her teeth, forcing you to flee in fear. She was faster than you, but you think she was playing with you.

And then if that wasn't scary enough, when she was jumping down from a tree to kill you, a wolf jumped from the shadows and grabbed the woman. And it was her turn to flee. Another wolf jumped out, and you were sure you were a goner.

But it just chased after the other two. Leaving you alone and confused.

You stumbled back to your feet, running as fast as you could towards your cabin. You would be safe in there. Maybe. It was the best you could do right now.

You cried harder when you thought you heard more rustling in the trees. You were at your door, struggling to get your keys out and unlock the door. When you did, you slammed it shut and locked it behind you. You dove over the sofa and kept your eyes on the door, as if that's all it took to keep you safe.

Your phone was lost somewhere in the woods, but you could still hear them. Out there. Maybe it wasn't real.

There was a feverish knocking on your door, and you couldn't peel yourself away from the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there," Paul shouted. Oh my God, thank everything, it's Paul.

"Paul, I'm coming," you struggled, fighting through your tears to answer. It killed him, but he was so happy you were okay.

You opened the door, and cried even harder when you saw his face. You couldn't hate him now, now when he came running for you. He ignored his usual boundaries and pulled you in for a hug. He was so warm wrapped around you. Your arms were still tucked into your chest. And his totally encompassed you.

"Just breath, honey," he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You tried to take his advice, but you couldn't focus.

"You came for me."

"I always will, you can always call me. I will always come running," he said. And you believed him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, pushing yourself away from him enough to look up at his face. His features were uncharacteristically soft as they looked down at you.

"Of course," he said. He kissed your forehead, and you felt the instinct of pushing him away - but you ignored it this time.

"On the couch," you said.

"Sure, honey." He brushed his hands up and down your biceps, helping you take a few deep breaths. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I don't understand what happened," you said, pushing yourself away from him. "She came out of the water, and then she..."

"It's okay," he cooed, "you don't have to say anything."

"And this doesn't change anything," you said. "I trust you with some things but not other things."

"Some things?" he asked, more amused than anything.

"I trust you with my life, not my heart."

"We'll work on it," he said, pulling you in close for another hug.

"Yeah," you agreed. "We'll work on it."

[requested] [part 2?]

I kind of love this?

[mypoisonedvine]

the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met.  No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal.  But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy.  A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him.  You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend.  It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances.  But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket.  “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed.  “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky.  He’s coming over, right?  And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?”  His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer.  He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked.  From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed.  “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad.  There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade.  And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand.  “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening.  “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated.  The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness.  It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state.  For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation.  You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges.  “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend.  Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you?  What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,�� he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded.  “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition.  It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry.  Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his.  Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal.  Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin.  “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.  And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous.  "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged.   "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused?  "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act.  It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already.  You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be.  "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up.  It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you.  It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive.  But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples.  Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged.  "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.  

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely.  Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question.  "Yeah, thought so.  I can tell by that dumb look on your face.  I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek.  Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times… 

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you.  "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you.  “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside.  “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

[yanderecrazysie]

Feel

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x reader

Notes: I haven’t been posting much, so here’s yet ANOTHER one-shot from my Quotev/Wattpad while you all wait for me.

Tsukishima is my favorite Haikyuu boi and I adore the salty dinosaur! I usually see him portrayed as sadistic but I always pictured him having a sweet spot for his darling.

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing

OTHER NOTES: (Y/n) is relatively short in this story so, if you're tall, I apologize.

Part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/yanderecrazysie/719434357153153024/hey-i-just-reread-your-first-ever-oneshot-from?

Tsukishima Kei was pretty sure he didn't feel things the way others did.

Other people were so expressive: Hinata always grinned ear to ear when happy, Kageyama face screwed up in pure malice when angry, Tanaka dramatically cried when sad, and even the calmest of his teammates portrayed so many vivid emotions on their faces. Ones that Tsukishima didn't really experience.

Sure, he got angry- but it was more of an annoyed or peeved feeling, noticeable by just a deeper scowl than usual. He wouldn't yell himself hoarse, throw punches, or really go too far to express his anger. Why? Because it wasn't strong enough to invoke that kind of reaction. Tsukishima's sadness showed in slight frowns.

Happiness was, perhaps, the least common emotion for the blond middle blocker. He had rarely felt true, unhindered joy... Amusement? Check. The volleyball team was full of idiots. Pride? Check. He was fully aware of the smug smiles and smirks that pulled on his lips when he was able to show off or prove himself better than others.

But there was one type of emotion Tsukishima had never experienced even in the slightest. Romance. He'd never had a crush or found himself attracted to anyone and he thought it was stupid to try to find "love" if it wasn't there for him. Tanaka and Nishinoya made bigger fools of themselves than normal over Kiyoko's mere presence- it absolutely disgusted Tsukishima.

If that's what romantic attraction made people act like, he wanted nothing to do with it.

His mom said love would find him when he least expected it.

His dad said people do crazy things for love.

At the time, the stoic blond just scoffed and did his best to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He knew that would never happen to him and he didn't really care.

Both of Tsukishima's parents were right.

More than either could have ever known.

Tsukishima's calm walk down the hallway came to an abrupt end when he was side-checked by a couple of boys racing each other. Normally, they would have earned a simple tch and over-the-shoulder glare but it was hard to do that when his glasses were knocked off. He had heard it slide away and was reduced to bending low and blindly grasping with his hands.

It would have been easier if the floors weren't so littered. Tsukishima was sure he'd grabbed his glasses, only to come up with a candy wrapped in his fingers. It must have skidded away...

Normally, he was impartial to Yamaguchi being at his side but he realized it would have been helpful to have his only friend nearby in this instance. The sound of muffled snickering reached his ears and his jaw clenched in response. The students that chose to mock him instead of helping him only added to his rising irritation. He was seriously beginning to wonder what he would do. He only had so much time between classes-

"Hold still for a sec."

A girl's soothing voice interrupted his thoughts, prompting him to notice a vaguely, through his blurry vision, person-shaped figure approaching him. The person was getting a little too close for Tsukishima's comfort and he jerked his head back at the sudden sensation of smooth plastic pressing against his skin.

"Hold still!"

He obeyed the insistent voice and tried to ignore the plastic sliding against his skin, thoroughly confused. Before he knew it, his glasses were on his face once more and a short (h/c)-haired girl was removing her hands from the sides of his glasses' frame.

She was putting my glasses on me?

Tsukishima's mind was brought back to clarity well after his vision was. He cleared his throat and got to his feet, looking down at his rescuer. Damn, I think she's shorter than Nishinoya-

Now that Tsukishima was seeing the girl with fully-functional sight he couldn't help but take in the angel he'd been graced with. (H/l) (h/c} hair that he'd love to stroke, (e/c) eyes that shined up at him, beautiful (s/c) skin...

The tall blond swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, desperately wracking his brain for something to say. Thank her. I should thank her. But when he parted his lips, his mouth dried and the words died on his tongue. He couldn't even imagine how stupid he must look to her...

"I hope I didn't smudge the glass or anything." Those shining (e/c) eyes dulled and turned to gaze down at her sneakers. "I did my best to hold only the frame so I'm really sorry if my fingerprints got on the glass or something."

Tsukishima's brain was spitting out thoughts faster than he could process them and yet he was still frozen in place. Say something- Say literally anything- Thank her- Do something- STOP STANDING THERE GAPING LIKE A MORON-

"No!" Tsukishima's mouth managed to blurt out the word at the cost of it coming out more panicked than he intended. "I mean, no, you didn't get any fingerprints on it." He cleared his throat and adjusted himself. His still-racing mind had at least connected to his voice and he was going to use it while he could. "Thank you for helping me. It was very kind of you."

The girl's eyes snapped back up to meet his golden ones and a sweet smile spread across her face. "It was no problem! I'm just glad to help!" Her unwavering attention was sending Tsukishima's systems into overdrive.

What the hell is happening to me?

His heart was pounding in his ears and hammering against his ribcage at the same time and he'd never felt it beating this fast, even after the most intense matches he's played. His long legs were struggling to keep him upright and his hands were trembling uncontrollably. He simultaneously felt sick to his stomach and unbelievably happy. He could feel sweat materializing on his forehead.

Part of him wanted to attribute these sensations to some sort of illness but it had come on too sudden. And it was obvious that the girl in front of him was the source of it. These "symptoms" were all things his parents, teammates, brother, and Yamaguchi had described for one thing- the thing Tsukishima knew he was now experiencing...

Tsukishima Kei was in love.

And he had absolutely no clue what to do about it.

"...and I thought it was really cool!" The girl finished her speech with another big smile that made Tsukishima's heart flutter in his chest. There was only one problem.

Shit, I wasn't listening.

Tsukishima's mouth parted as he helplessly gazed down at the (h/c)-haired girl, silently pleading for some sort of easy-way-out to come to him so that he wouldn't look even more like an idiot. Please don't think I'm stupid- I'm really not- I swear-

To his surprise, the girl simply laughed. Not a mocking laugh like he might have expected, but a bit of a knowing chuckle. "You weren't listening to a thing I said, were you?" She laughed again, the sound like a melody in his ears.

Sheepishly, he shook his head, trying to will away the flush he knew was rising on his heated cheeks. This isn't like me. I've never acted like this...

"I'm sorry, I just got lost in thought." Be the calm, cool, and collected Kei you normally are. "I don't think we've met. What's your name?" See? This isn't so bad. I've got this.

"Well, uh, actually we've been in the same class all year, this is just the first time we've really talked."

Tsukishima really wanted to die. He was the embodiment of mortification and he would have been perfectly happy if the world ended right after she finished her sentence. We're in the same class and I didn't even recognize her.

"It's alright!" The girl had raised a hand, almost as if to stop the wave of embarrassment Tsukishima was drowning in, and gave him yet another genuine smile, "You don't seem to talk to many people so I didn't expect you to remember me or anything! I'm (L/n) (Y/n) and it's great to finally talk to you, Tsukishima!"

The world was no longer allowed to end, Tsukishima wouldn't allow it. He felt like he was gently tossed into heaven itself. She doesn't think I'm an idiot AND she knows my name? She's happy to talk to me? Does she like me then?

His golden eyes scanned (Y/n) for signs that she may be experiencing the same symptoms that he was. She doesn't seem to be shaking or having any trouble speaking. But maybe she's better at hiding it? I mean, she's been noticing me for a while, so maybe she's hiding it.

(Y/n) tilted her head and her smile took on a hint of mischief, "I never got to tell you what I was saying earlier."

"O-oh?" Tsukishima internally cursed his past self for not paying attention earlier.

"I was saying that your presentation last week was really cool! You seemed to know your stuff and it was probably the only speech I actually learned a lot from."

Dinosaurs.

Last week's presentation was on Dinosaurs.

I fucking love her.

"That's how I fell in love with you, (Y/n)." Tsukishima said casually, cleaning his glasses with the hem of his shirt. "I didn't believe in love at first sight. I guess I didn't even believe in love at all but... ah... that changed. As you can see..."

The tall blond gestured almost condescendingly down to (Y/n) who glared up at him through puffy, tear-filled eyes. Each limb separately tied to a bedpost with a thick rope and mouth stuffed with a gag secured around the back of her head, the poor girl was completely immobilized.

Tsukishima slipped his glasses back on and gazed fondly at the girl he'd fallen in love with. "My father said people do crazy things when they're in love." A dark chuckle left his lips as he strode over to the bed (Y/n) lay helpless on. "I guess he's right."

He leaned over until his nose was brushing against (Y/n)'s, his golden eyes softening when they met (e/c) ones. "I really do love you (Y/n). I hope you see that. And I hope- no, I know- that you'll feel the same one day."

He angled his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her tear-streaked cheek and took a moment to appreciate the way she shivered under his warm breath as he exhaled against her neck. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he hummed in satisfaction.

Standing upright once more, the tall boy slipped his hands into his pants pockets and stared down at (Y/n), his gaze turning serious. "I experience emotions I never knew existed when I'm with you. I enjoy most of those emotions. There was one, however..." he tilted his head sharply, his eyes darkening and voice going cold, "that I did not enjoy in the slightest. Do you have any idea what that might be?"

He was glaring at (Y/n) now, the girl's body squirming in trepidation as she gazed back up at him with fearful eyes. She may not have been able to answer, but she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Rejection."

Tsukishima Kei was spitting the words of his speech out like they were trying to poison him, a bitterness lacing his cutting tone, "I worked so hard for so long to work up the courage to ask you to be mine. But you didn't wait for me. No, you picked the first guy to waltz in and ask you out."

He could see, out of the corner of his eye, (Y/n) desperately trying to talk through her gag. To deny his accusations. Even through his cold storm of anger, she still managed to send warmth to his heart.

"It's fine. I forgive you, (Y/n). I always will." Tsukishima sighed in defeat, "I just couldn't stand the idea of feeling that again. I know it's not right of me to go to extremes but... well..."

The boy tilted his head again, blond hair falling to the side as a mischievous grin spread across his face. His golden eyes snapped to meet (Y/n)'s once again flashing against the reflection of his glasses. The girl trapped on his bed shrank back into the mattress as much as her bindings would allow, tears flowing freely at Tsukishima's visage.

He was the one in control now. And he reveled in the power.

"I read up on Stockholm Syndrome." Tsukishima's voice was clearly teasing (Y/n), giving her a glimpse at a future she eventually wouldn't deny, no matter how much she insisted against it now, "Did you know that, in the situation Stockholm Syndrome got its name from, the hostages became afraid of the police and wanted to protect their captors instead of the other way around? And that was just after six days."

He couldn't hold back a derisive chuckle, looming over his own hostage with an expression of pure amusement. "I'm willing to wait more than six days if you need it, (Y/n)."

One of his hands cupped (Y/n)'s cheek and he used his thumb to gently wipe her tears away. "I'm going to take good care of you. I love you more than you could ever know. You make me feel things that I never thought I could. Things I never knew existed."

Tsukishima's teasing grin curled into a devious smirk, his eyes raking over her form ravenously. (Y/n) shivered from the intensity of his gaze.

"And right now, I'd like to feel even more."

END NOTES: This was the first one-shot I ever made.

[smileyoongle]

Falling for a lounge singer (Yandere!Mafia! BTS)// Kim Seokjin

Requested anonymously.

Summary: Working as a part time singer, you never thought you'd find yourself becoming the centre of attention of a man's life, especially one who you can't run from.

Word Count: 2K

You bowed before the audience at your workplace, an empty smile tugging at your lips as you finally walked down the stage and made your way to the bar. This was the third consecutive day in a week where your boss had made you work overtime without paying you for it. You knew that as a singer who performed in a small but reputable lounge bar, you weren’t worth that much. In fact, the reality was that you could be replaced at any given time, the city not having any less talented singers than you and that made you insecure about your job all the time. But either way, you were just stuck here, trying to push your way through every single day just to clear all your debts.

Life was unfair. It had always been.

Sitting down on a bar stool, you leaned across the counter and rested your elbows on it, the cold surface feeling good against the warmth of your skin. The speakers in the lounge were now playing the latest radio hits, the beats making your head hurt as you were handed a glass of water by the bartender who looked at you with a pitiful smile. Thanking him, you sipped on the water before your manager made his way to you and placed a champagne coloured envelope before you. Frowning in confusion, you gave him a questioning look which he returned with a nervous but angry expression.

“Someone left a tip for you,” he sneered, clearly not liking the fact that you had received money which wasn’t given by him. An asshole is what he was, his intentions of seeing you worried sick becoming more and more obvious with every passing night.

Pursing your lips, you unsealed the envelope only to find a lot of money, money that was probably worth your salary of six months. Your eyes widened in surprise, lips parting as you tried to make sense of why someone would tip you off with so much cash. You weren't even that good and you could never be that good.

“Who?” you asked, following your manager’s gaze to the exit where a bunch of men were making their way out. Almost immediately, you were on your feet with the envelope tightly clutched between your fingers. You needed to know who this man was that was so generous to you. Needed to know what about you was worth so much.

Holding your dress with one hand, you made your way towards the exit, eyes worriedly fixated on the doorway which was now empty. The bouncers nodded at you in acknowledgement while you forced a smile upon your lips and exited the bar, a part of you thinking that he must have left. But just as you came in contact with the cold night outside, your eyes took in the sight of an expensive car with a man dressed in an equally expensive suit surrounded by, you were guessing, his bodyguards. You couldn’t see his face yet, only his back being your line of sight but judging by everything, he certainly was someone in power. But if that was the case, what was he doing in a place so...average?

Deciding to end your curiosity, you called out to him, not knowing that this man was going to turn your life around completely. In a good way or bad? That was for you to choose.

“Excuse me, Si-”

Right then, your heel decided to give away, your ankle twisting painfully before you tripped...except you didn’t. Instead, you felt two hands taking a hold of your waist to steady you, your hands immediately latching onto their shoulder in return. And that’s when you finally saw him.

Kim Seokjin.

The man who was known to be running the biggest drug cartel around the country.

Your breath hitched as your eyes widened in recognition, a shiver running down your spine upon the realisation that he was here and he was holding you. Your fingers involuntarily tightened around his bicep, his eyes intently taking in your face as if you were his prey and he, your predator.

“Are you hurt, sweetheart?” he asked, snapping you out of your daze. Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, too afraid to even move because what could you even do? If you had known that Kim Seokjin was the one who had tipped you off, you would have probably just handed the money to your manager without confronting him. But here you were, stuck in a situation that you didn’t know how to get out of.

Your ears perked up at the sound of a car door opening, your eyes darting towards the black vehicle that now mocked at you with its open door. Jin swiftly picked you up without a word, a small yelp escaping your lips as you stared at him with fear and panic.

Were you being kidnapped?

Before you could think any further, you were placed onto a cool leather seat, your legs dangling to the side where the door proceeded to stay open. You watched Jin kneel down before you, his hands gently taking off your heel to inspect your ankle as a frown made its way to your forehead. The sudden act of kindness was making you very confused and you didn’t know what to do about it.

Maybe he just treated people nicely before he got rid of them?

A sudden pressure to your ankle had you whimpering and pulling your foot away, your teary eyes meeting Jin’s as he looked up at you with a soft gaze only to have his heart ache upon seeing you in so much distress.

In all honesty, this wasn’t the first time Jin was seeing you and the fact that he had tipped you a fortune was no coincidence either. He had walked into this bar for a deal about a month ago when he saw you, your voice being the first thing that captivated him. You looked absolutely stunning in a satin dress with your lips stained red, your smile taking his breath away even though it was just for show. Ever since that night, he just knew he had to see you and know you even if it meant coming to this place.

When you went to the rooftop to cry your heart out, he was right there in the shadows, wondering just what he could do to take your worries away. When you were being yelled at by your landlord, he was right there holding himself back from ruining that man's life. In short, every single time you thought you were alone, you weren't. Jin was always there, slowly figuring out where he was going to fit himself in your life. This tip that he had given you was guaranteed to solve your problems but along with that, it also made sure that you would want to see him. And that's all he really needed.

“You’re hurt, sweetheart. I don’t think you can walk-”

“Are you going to kill me?” Jin frowned upon hearing your question, feeling a little hurt that the girl he was so insane about, thought that he'd lay a hand on her, let alone kill her. But he had only himself to blame for having an image that was tainted with the blood of many, innocents and devils alike.

"Why would you think that, Y/N?" He asked, placing his hand on the empty space beside you. Your lips trembled as you struggled to answer, your eyes taking in the number of guards around you two. As if reading your mind, Jin quickly dismissed them, your shoulders slightly relaxing as you watched them walk away to where you couldn't see them. Feeling a little hopeful, you wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek and held your head up.

"I know who you are and what you do," you answered, biting your lip as you watched a wave of disappointment wash over him. Jin had been left speechless and he knew that, his jaw clenching and unclenching out of habit. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he sighed, his hand gently taking yours into his as you tensed in your seat.

"I need you to listen to me carefully, sweetheart," he stated, drawing your attention to him and him only.

"I have been watching you for a while now," he confessed with apology filled eyes looking right into yours, "and hurting you, is the last thing I want."

Those words had you feeling breathless, too many emotions bubbling up your throat and making you wanna throw up. You had been the subject of a very dangerous man for quite some time and you had no idea. On top of it all, he said he didn't want to hurt you and you found yourself believing him. Maybe it was the way his eyes held so much adoration for you or the way he held onto you like you were a fragile little doll, you didn't know.

"Wh-what do you want then?"

"To love you," he answered without any hesitation, his hand coming up to brush away your hair from your cheek. His touch was warm, almost comforting, something you hadn't had in a very long time. Having been so lonely all this time, the idea of being cared for and loved seemed too tempting to let go. And knowing just how powerful Kim Seokjin was, it was very obvious that no one would ever dream of hurting you, be it mentally or physically.

But, were you really willing to choose comfort over the fact that he was a murderer?

"M-Mr. Kim, you don't even know me. I'm a normal girl who has a simple life and being roped into yours is the last thing I need."

You stated, noticing the way his eyes held a hint of sadness that seemed to be barely there. Swallowing thickly, you stood up with a pained expression, quickly taking your heels in your hand as you glanced at Jin one last time. This was the right decision, in your mind. Because there was nothing worse than having to live with a man, knowing he was cold and brutal. It was almost as if you'd be his partner in crime, something you just couldn't digest.

Limping towards the bar, you sighed in relief as a sudden silence surrounded you. Jin hadn't said a word to your rejection, making you think that he had understood what you were trying to say. The chilly air felt comforting now, your breath coming to you in waves of warmth. But before you could open the door to the bar, you heard a light click behind you.

Frowning, you turned around, your eyes growing wide upon coming face to face with the muzzle of a gun. Seokjin stood holding it firmly, his eyes red and angry. Your lips began to quiver immediately, your ears taking in the sound of his guards gathering around you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, did it sound like you had a choice?" He sneered, stepping forward and pressing the muzzle against your forehead. You slowly shook your head, a full stream of tears falling down your cheeks as you dropped your heels and joined your hands together.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Shh sweetheart, shh," he whispered, sliding the gun down your cheek and pressing it against your jaw. You could feel his arm holding your waist firmly, a scared whimper making its way out of your lips.

"You have no idea just how crazy you've been driving me, Y/N. Ever since I've seen you, I haven't stopped thinking about you," he mumbled, staring into your eyes so intensely that if not for the present situation, you would've deemed it romantic.

"Every second I've been thinking of things I'd like to do to you. And I can't have you take that away from me now, can I?" You closed your eyes, your body shaking as you sobbed at his words. The proximity was starting to suffocate you, your hands desperately trying to push Jin away from you but he was too strong.

"Let me go, Jin. Please let me go," you begged, your eyes drooping shut as you grew tired, your head falling against his chest. His hand came up to the back of your head, caressing your hair as he pulled you flush against him.

"Not any time soon, sweetheart," he replied, suddenly pulling back and gesturing the guards to the car. Large hands came to grip your arms, a scream sounding through the night as you were pushed inside the car you were seated in before. Your palms pressed against the leather, the door closing shut behind you as you sat up and banged your fists against the window. Spotting Jin outside, you cried louder, hoping he'd take pity on you. Instead he leaned down to where your palms rested on the window, placing his exactly against yours.

"I promise you'll be happy, sweetheart. I promise."

A/N: Guess who's back! That's right! Me! A dumb bitch! Anyway, I'm so sorry for not posting for like more than a year but for some reason, my brain went on a break and it just didn't wanna come back. So much has happened in the time I was away and I wanna give y'all so many deets like, boy trouble- check, best friend turning out to be a bitch trouble- check, getting two surgeries within a span of two months- check. In short, my life is a mess and I'm loving it.

Also, this turned out really long for like all the members, which is why I'm gonna post them separately. I hope I give you guys the same vibes from my writing as before. Or I'd die from shame. Okay I'm off now! Tell me if you liked it.

[mlm-mod-taka]

hello!! before i say my request id like to say your blog is amazing and always nice to read !! ^^

Can i request mondo, byakuya, and hajime with a reader who gets upset and cries really easily but also somehow is always getting into fights? Like their sadness ends up turning into anger

sorry if this is too confusing, u can decline or ask for clarification if you want,, thank u in advance !!^^

EASILY UPSET BUT ANGRY READER • byakuya, mondo, hajime x gn reader

please tell me if i did this wrong! i actually had to redo this at first because i misread your request. also, i focused more on the "crying & upset" part rather than the "angry" one, feel free to dm me if you want that changed, and i hope this meets your standards!

tws/cws: mentions of beating up, gangs, physical fights, yelling & anger.

|| -> mod taka <3

when byakuya first met you, he'll admit that he thought you were a little weak-willed, but that wasn't the worst thing he's seen in a person, so he lets it slide. since he loves you so much, he's completely willing to protect you from people who try to make you upset.

that is, until, he figured out just how many fights you somehow got into. he doesn't understand why so many people targeted you. you didn't exactly seem to be the type of person to purposefully set other people off, so what was their deal with you?

then, he saw just how angry you could get. it amazed him, to see someone who he thought would only constantly cry and frown, to being this furious human being that is almost unrecognizable.

stares at you in complete awe and interest, but will step in once the person either gets a little too loud, or when they start to get physical with the confrontation. will go in between both of you, fully knowing what will happen if they dare to put a hand on him. he knows that you can handle yourself, but he'd rather not risk it.

he has a wall of the best lawyers ready to defend him and can sue almost anyone, so the person always knows thats when to back off. after they apologize to you and run away, he goes to help you out.

doesn't really know how to help when you're crying. if you're sobbing in public, the most he'll do is say some slightly comforting words, while handing you his handkerchief and patting your shoulder.

if you're alone, then he'll very stiffly hug you, patting your back in silence. please cut him some slack, he's pretty emotionally constipated. i promise you that he's trying his best.

like i mentioned, he thought you were quite weak when he first met you. however, as he got to know what type of person you are, he saw that you were much more than that.

you weren't afraid to show when you were upset, you weren't afraid to bawl your eyes out, you weren't scared to show emotion. to top it all off, you were a very intimidating person when you were mad, he'll admit that he admires you for that.

for a person like you, there are so many ways, and so many people that could hurt you, but that didn't intimidate you. you felt what you wanted, and with no shame. thats what makes you the perfect match for him, you help him know that its okay to be sad, its okay to cry. he loves you for that.

has absolutely no problems with you wearing your emotions on your sleeve! he wishes that he himself could be like that sometimes, honestly. he would willingly beat someone to a pulp for trying to hurt you.

"how dare someone try and fight you! whats their problem?!" is basically all thats going through his mind. the moment he sees someone with the audacity to try and start something with you, he's ready to throw hands.

in fact, you might have to be the one to stop him from hurting them. he's hellbent on protecting you, even though you can clearly handle yourself. he'll protect anyone he loves, strong or not.

is actually really impressed by how mad you could get, and thinks that its cool that you have that kind of spirit! it only makes him admire you more.

you start to notice that after you befriended and got together with mondo, all your usual fights are drastically reduced. in fact, the people that used to raise their fist at you are now apologizing at your feet and steer clear of you.

now, you have nothing to worry about! only idiots would try and hurt someone the mondo owada loves. he reassures you that everything is fine, and tells you that you don't need to always be upset or on guard anymore, you can relax.

he probably doesn't know how to comfort you too much either. but; he does have some idea what to do! whenever he's sad, he just eats a few snacks while watching some cute dogs videos, so you two have an animal watching marathon to make yourself feel better!

is a surprisingly good listener. doesn't try to give advice unless you ask, nods onto everything you say, and genuinely wants to help you out. he'll always be there to lend you an ear whenever you want to rant or vent about something thats making you upset.

the reason why he is always willing to hear you out, is because he never really had someone to talk to about his problems. he has this... fear that he would be looked down upon if he expressed how he felt.

he feels that same way as byakuya does, you help him see that its okay to feel things, and that hes still a man if he does. he starts to express when he's sad, and has less and less problems with crying, all because you helped him. he truly does love you so much, and he'll forever be grateful to you.

he wouldn't mind much either, i feel like as long as you're a decent human being, he'll gladly be friends with you. doesn't see anything wrong with it, and doesn't get why some people think its annoying.

he's not the most unique, popular or outstanding person in the school, so the fights would still continue afterwards. when it first happens in front of him, he's confused. why would someone go after you? you didn't seem like the type that would start fights on purpose, there has to be some mistake here.

it wasn't a mistake. at first, when he saw you so mad and angry, he was a little too surprised to do anything, but when the person would yell at you with a little too much anger, he shouts for one of the witnesses to call for a nearby teacher, and watches out for you on the sidelines until they come back with an adult.

he definitely thinks that other side of yours is cool, and would feel a bit of pride each time you said a sly comeback to the other person. he's not one to instigate fights, but he definitely wouldn't mind yelling a few encouraging words in your favor while waiting for the teacher.

when they do come back, he quickly drags you and him behind the educator to explain everything that happened. the teacher sends them to the principals office, and the situation is over. he may not be the most head on, but he ends it with the least mess out of everyone on the list.

probably knows how to comfort a crying person, and is actually pretty good at it. he had this... caring and gentle aura that comes off of him when he's trying to make you feel better.

doesn't make jokes or make fun of you, he just tries his best to calm you down and have you tell him why you're so upset. he wouldn't invalidate your feelings either, he'd just listen to you with a sweet look in his eyes.

it really helps you to stop crying and to calmly explain why you're feeling that way. he's someone you would probably need in your life, a person that would smile and try their best to help you out, even though you're sobbing uncontrollably.

and, he needs you in his. the reason why he fell for you, was because he felt warm and easy whenever he was around you. you were never harsh to him about how he felt, you didn't intimidate him in any way, which is why he felt like he could let his hair down with you, and why he loves you.

[angeloroki]

something more — s. todoroki

you wanted to stop this relationship of friends with benefits, with shoto. before your feelings towards him destroyed you.

— character ; aged up!shoto todoroki x gn!reader

— request ; @tyunsworld angst college au where shoto and yn used to be friends with benefits but yn is trying to stol this fwb but shoto refuses (no smut pls just some indications)

— genre ; angst, au college

— warnings ; suggestive content, curses

— a/n ; i decided to change the ending a bit, i hope it's ok for you and that you like it anyway :)

you were sitting on your bed, in the room you shared with your roommate. she wasn't there, gone to her weekly dance class.

every thursday and tuesday, at 6pm until 8pm sharp. your friend was very punctual, and that suited you perfectly.

because usually, at that time, during those two short hours that you shoto would come and spend some time with you in that room.

it was never anything serious, just a good time that the two of you would give each other. kisses that were worthless, soft caresses yet devoid of feeling, sighs and i love you's that were deprived of love echoed and echoed between the walls of the university room.

it had started only 6 months ago, at a mutual friend's party. todoroki was the rich boy in business school. classy, elegant, handsome, and a smooth talker, he had absolutely every girl on campus at his feet.

so, you could say you were slightly surprised when you saw him accost you in the kitchen, where you were trying to relax a bit. you had hooked up, the discussion was not forced, one thing led to another - and especially under the effect of the euphoria felt at the very moment - you had ended up in bed together. you could remember that it was the best sex of your life. and yet you had had quite a few.

a bitter taste stuck in your mouth.

the day after that night, he had found your number and offered to continue. nothing serious of course, just something where you would both enjoy each other. no empty feelings. he had used a phrase,... friends with benefits, that's the term he had used.

stupidly, you didn't hesitate. because after all, you were young, and you needed to unwind with classes and all. and it's not like you could fall in love with a guy like that.

only you were so wrong.

you slowly came out of your thoughts to look at the time. 6:01 p.m. Your friend had gone out ten minutes ago, so Shoto should be back any minute.

a sigh escaped your lips at the scenario that was about to unfold.

and yet you were the only one to blame, or rather your stupid heart. or maybe your stupid ease of attachment to people who couldn't care less about you.

you lay down and stared at the ceiling.

you knew his weaknesses, what he liked to do on a sunday afternoon, the things that made him angry, just as you knew every inch of his body.

and how the fuck could you not fall in love with him?

a salty taste comes to your lips, tears. you bite your upper lip, silently. and yet you knew it wouldn't be mutual. and it never would be. because he was simply shoto todoroki.

« you spend a lot of time with that boy, what's his name again ? your roommate yells at you from the bathroom. is there something going on between you or something ? »

the heat came flooding in on your cheeks.

« no... no! it's just that we have mutual friends, that's all. »

« yeah sure ! but be careful though, he's known to break hearts this guy [..]. »

that talk you had three months ago echoed ironically in your head. breaking hearts. and yours, by the way.

you go over the plan in your head. before things get hot, you tell him. all at once, well almost all. you just tell him you want out of this relationship.

and so you say everything without pauses, at the risk of crying in front of him. the best thing is that you remain insensitive.

someone knocked on the door. 6:12 pm, he's here.

« y/n, it's me. » he said in his deep voice, which always made you shiver.

you got up and opened the door for him. a small smile lit up his usually stoic face. as you spent more time together, shoto had managed to get more and more comfortable with you, and that could only warm your heart.

« sorry for the delay, the traffic was heavy. »

he went to sit on your bed after taking off his shoes. a worried expression grew on his face when he saw that you said nothing.

« if you're tired, we can meet again next week. i know it's tiring with exams right now. » he said in a kind voice.

could he stop being an angel, just thirty seconds, you said to yourself silently. in just a few steps, you crossed the room and placed a long passionate kiss on his lips, and it was with great pleasure that you felt him respond with the same ardor. you had to feel it one more time before you put an end to this whole mess.

his lips tasted minty, and they were angelically sweet. addictive, that's what his kisses were like. you felt his tongue asking for permission to find yours. and for a few seconds, a feverish waltz settled between your two mouths.

you felt as if long hours had already passed. and you still wanted more to be added, or for time to stand still. but you wouldn't let him go.

and yet.

you shifted from him. he was a mess, his hair untidy from your hands that had to find a support, his face was a dark red.

a small laugh escaped his lips.

« what's this ? a goodbye kiss ? »

you looked away from him. and that's how he understood.

« what ? tell me something. »

« i want to stop this. I'm not interested in our evenings together anymore. »

you didn't need to see him to understand that he was sad now.

« did i do something wrong ? »

his hand came to yours, its warmth melting you.

« no, not at all. i just want to stop this. »

you knew him now, and you knew he'd try to figure out what the problem was. you just needed him to be angry with you, so your feelings for him, the first to be touched, could surely fade. at least you hoped so.

« it's gotten boring with you. you faced him, your gaze now cold. i've grown tired of you, so find someone else to satisfy you. »

his eyes reflected a melancholy that you had never seen in him before.

« y/n, i didn't stay 6 months with you just for sex... i like talking to you. »

your heart skipped a beat. of course, shoto, as a friend.

« that's not my case, todoroki. you were a good lay in bed, and you helped me forget the stress of college. but that's over now, get your shoes and get out. »

despite your command, he didn't make a move. his eyes analyzed you carefully, before his sigh echoed in the room.

« you found someone, didn't you ? you thought you could hear a little regret in his voice, but why ? sorry, i won't bother you anymore then. i'm happy for you. »

he got up and walked to the entrance, where his shoes were.

« i- no... »

how could he not see that you only had eyes for him ? that the other people who were just accosting you, were immediately raked ? a sincere anger went through your body now. you were angry at him now that he didn't notice your love for him.

« i love you. » you said in a quiet voice.

you saw him stop, his back was to you. fuck, that wasn't part of the plan.

« i don't want to see you anymore because i love you. because i know it will never be reciprocated. so please leave. »

he turned around just enough for you to meet his eyes, full of sorrow. a stranger might have thought it was you who had just broken his heart. or maybe you had really broken it ? you'll never know.

« no, y/n. i can try, we can try. it doesn't have to end like this. you're not like the others, i don't want to let you go. »

« i know you can't love me like i love you. don't make promises to me. »

« but i don't want to leave yo- »

the fact that he refused to leave you, to end the relationship, only gave you false hope.

« get the fuck out ! »

your sudden irritation startled him slightly. but he knew you were right.

« i-... i'm sorry y/n.- »

« stop apologizing, it's not your fault. »

« i wish it had ended differently. »

and silently he left your room, leaving you alone with your tears.

your old discussion with your roommate came back to you

« [...] he's known to break hearts this guy. but i have to admit that he's charming, anyway i care too much about my heart and my feelings to make love to him. » said your friend from the bathroom.

« i don't fall so easily, f/n. and stop it, you sound like my parents. you say laughing. »

i wish you would have told me i love you too, shoto todoroki.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

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"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply,  brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

[love-hatred-stuff]

No More } Choi San [ateez]

genre: angst

warning(s): slight obsession, mention of a break up, a bit suggestive

word count: 1.7k

notes: I don't have much time to write nowadays but I will upload a part 2 soon, I promise!!!^^

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He had tried everything. He tried confessing his feelings to you, he tried confessing his love. He tried being more masculine and demanding, he even tried submitting completely to you. But still, you were a desired girl here in this city, of course it wasn't that easy. Maybe it all had gone wrong because he mainly just imagined making a move on you.

The biggest step he had ever took in real life was when he found the courage to speak to you and became friends with you finally. But that was almost a year ago and he still couldn't figure out how to get you to like him too.

San would do absolutely any and everything to be your boyfriend. He wants you since he first saw your enlightening smile. It was a smile he would never get tired of admiring.

San wants to be yours, no matter how long it would take for him to confess. He would get you to love him back, wouldn't he?

And at the same time he was scared to death to scare you away. He was someone special and different from everyone around you. San was light-hearted, handsome, competitive and one day he would be shy, and the other day he would be confident. Just sad, that whenever he was with you he became really insecure sometimes.

He was in love with you and didn't know how to show you properly. It was like a curse for him, he just wanted you to use him to your happiness! Was that too much to ask?

However, he still had hope, it wouldn't die until you would break things off with him. But you weren't planning to. You found him cute and pretty. You maybe even had a little crush on him. Through all the time you two spend together you learnt what kind of a person he is, and you figured he was one of the kindest, smartest and loveliest people you ever met in your live.

So why would you not like him?

The thing was, you just weren't as obsessed with him as he was with you. Although he tried to be not clingy, he loved your affection and touch, so he always hugged you longer than needed or stood closer to you than everyone else.

Until one day, you got closer than you would have thought. Out of sharing sweet kisses got a close relationship and the dream of San was fulfilled. The other boys always were jealous how he was able to kiss you on the campus or hold your waist and hand whenever he desired. But he was smart and strong, able to fight them if he needed to.

Of course he knew how lucky he was to date someone as special as you and his obsession only grew. You weren't aware of what scenarios played in his mind all the time, what he wanted you to do to him.

He would like to be used.. by you. But he kept it to himself for a long time. But even if he had this strong feelings, he still was a little, delicate boy to you. Caused by his overprotectiveness and love to have you as close as possible, he got very clingy.

You almost always understood and accepted his affection but sometimes you needed space because you had other obligations than to cuddle your boyfriend and it got too much. It didn't scare you away, it just made you aware of the fact that he may feels more for you than you for him. Of course you loved him with you whole heart, though it just been about six months in this relationship and you wouldn't say that he was your reason to live yet. You would hate to live without him but you could do it anyways.

You always asked yourself if maybe you just had problems catching feelings. Because for a long time you just couldn't handle any boy near you. You weren't exactly cold-hearted but it felt like your heart had been frozen until you met San, it needed time to warm up now. You just couldn't give him all of you only in a few months.

When he was too much to handle and you got angry at him or began being the dominant one, he easily started sobbing. All he wanted was you, not anyone else could still his needs like you did, he never wanted to leave you or the other way around. So he was emotional when he was scared of you letting him alone.

Gladly you never did, you always where there to comfort him, even if you where the reason for him being so upset.

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It bothered him how you stopped replying to his texts and answering his calls. It bothered him so much, it needed everything of him to not break down right then and there. It's been a day without getting any sign of you and he started to think you forgot about him or just simply didn't want him anymore. He knew you were fine -or at least alive- because he could see that you had read his messages and experienced how you declined his calls.

(10 new massages)

|San|: [why aren't you answering?] >09:23pm< seen

|San|: [please, just tell me you’re fine and not mad at me] >09:24pm< seen

He sighed, laying his face inside his hands, acting out the desperation he felt, trying to be strong.

|you|: [no, I'm fine. I just don't have time for you right now San, sorry] >09:26<

You weren't in the mood to reply more right now. You needed time for yourself. And you weren't mad at him, you only needed a break of him at this moment. The both of you saw each other every single day, even if you were busy, he insisted on visiting you. Not that you didn't enjoy his company, the thing was, that you came to the conclusion that he may was a bit obsessed with you.

When you were busy, you were busy, and he has to accept that at one point but he didn't. So you chose to ignore him for awhile to get your stuff done without any intervention.

When he saw your text, he felt relieved but something was bothering him again. You had no time for him? It's either supposed mean what it says, or it means that you were mad and would hate to see his face right now.

|San|: [okay, just please call me when you are ready, alright?] >09:26< seen

|San|: [I miss u :(] >09:27< seen

|you|: [I will. Sleep well] >09:28<

The coldness that came with your words made his heart scrunch in pain. He knew that you didn't miss him right now, you were tired of seeing him every day. And he tried to understand but still felt the need to visit you and make whatever he did wrong up to you. But he resisted this urge and stayed where he was, thinking it would be the best to leave you alone for a bit.

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A bit. Yeah, a bit was good. He'd thought "a bit" would have lasted shorter. Though it expanded to two whole days. And you barely had ever answered his texts.

The more time flew by, the more he got desperate. He cried himself to sleep the last two nights. It was affecting him so much, more than he would have thought. He knew you were his everything, but that he wouldn't be able to stand three days without your presence surprised him.

And at this point he would give everything to get you back in his arms. So he thought how he could make you feel better about him again. San had thought about many ways to do that but almost all his plans seemed to not be pretty thought through. Not matter how many times he tried getting new ideas, -he even googled how to get his girlfriend back-, his mind always came back to one solution. Although he had a bad feeling about it. He had no other choice. What else could give him back his joy of life? He had to seduce you.

Wasn't good sex what all girls wanted at this age? He asked himself first, but he shook his head in disgust. You weren't a girl like every other. And especially not about the sexual act. You were humble and patient, he knew that. That's why you both never spoke up this topic. Of course you turned him on and stuff but as long as you were in his arms, open to have any other physical contact, he didn't need to sleep with you yet.

It wasn't exactly why you were bored, but maybe you thought it could be fun to try something new. It didn't had to be sex, but what else was left to try? Exactly. Not too much.

San made himself ready to meet up with you before sending you a message to ask if you were home. Fortunately you were, and sighed when you saw your phone blink from the twentieth text he had send you.

God, was this childish. You groaned and rolled your eyes. And you were actually disgusted of your own behaviour after doing all this to him. He'd done nothing, so what was making you disapproving him so much?

Because you felt bad about avoiding your boyfriend, you texted him back, informing him that you were home. Sooner or later, you had to bring it behind you.

You didn't notice how wet your eyes got from thinking about having to break up. Because you really didn't want to, it was just.. getting too much and not enough at the same time. Your close connection was no more. Was it?

San was overly happy suddenly when he read your message. And so he got on his way to your apartment right away.

••• to be continued •••

>>>part 2