#i feel so fucking childish crying about this but i feel so awful without him

[trash-magics-blog]

"You need a man... Not a boy"

Captain Price x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Your current bf is being a little bitch so John decides to put him in his place... And treat you right while he is at it

(Boyfriends name is Sean and you guys are arguing about him being childish and unruly.. TW for alcohol, I'm straight up obsessed with this man pls)

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"I fucking HATE you Sean! You're so fucking childish... Whenever I do something wrong you pout and run off to your mom, your almost 25! You yelled from your guys room, you and Sean had been fighting all day and you were so close to calling it quits.

"What the fuck ever you bitch! I'm leaving your ass, I hope you make it out there without me!" He stormed out of the house and slammed the door, it sounded like it broke and you also heard his car drive off, he finally left.

You and Sean were together for about 6 months and it was constant issues... From him being childish to him straight up hiding your keys and phone so you couldn't talk to your friends, it was due time for you to leave but you just couldn't pull yourself to do so, even if your best friend John told you that you could find better.

John Price. He was your closest friend, you guys met at a bar and you've always stayed in touch even when he left on his missions and whatnot but no matter what he was always there for you, more than your now ex boyfriend ever was. John didn't like Sean at all, said he was to much of a child, unbeknownst to you John was always trying to hint at you and him, but he didn't beat around the bush, he just didn't even stand by the bush. He was awful at hinting at things.

You called John, trying not to cry about the situation at hand, your house was a mess and everything was just a mess. "Hey John... I was wondering if you can come over?" He could sense the sadness in your voice and didn't hesitate to leave and go be with you. "I'll be there soon love, just give me a bit". After about 15 minutes John showed up and walked in, not minding the mess or anything and immediately wrapped you in a bear hug, he could tell what happened and was sorry for you, but also somewhat glad Sean left... You were John's now and he was gonna make sure of it.

"He called me a bitch and everything John... And he trashed the house and broke the damn door" you said into his shoulder, you had started to cry and pulled away from his hug to sit on the couch, John followed. You and him talked for awhile, he lifted your mood instantly and made you almost forget all of this drama and he helped you pick up the house somewhat. You loved John but didn't realise it till now, the way he made you feel and just everything about him made you love him, he was everything you needed in a man.

"Ya know what, how about we go out for drinks... You could use a few and I know the best spot in town" he suggested, you had no real reason to say no so you agreed and you two got in his car. "Sorry John, didn't mean to drag you into all this" you put your hand on your head and sighed, clearly a bit ashamed and slightly embarrassing. He put his hand on your thigh and squeezed it, causing her heart to flutter and he spoke "Oh love, I don't mind and you know that, he was a joke anyway... You need a man, not a damn child anyway, your to beautiful and too good of a person ya know" he blushed a little as he said that and you noticed, but didn't say anything just smiled to yourself and continued to look out the window, John's hand never left your thigh during the ride.

Soon you guys arrived at a random bar, you didn't catch the name of it. John came over and opened your door for you and helped you climb out of the truck, he had it lifted a bit, not a lot. You always loved how gentle and how old fashioned he was, he always opened the door for you and let you go first with anything, he knew how to love someone. As you guys made your way through the crowd of people and to the bar he put his hand on your thigh again, but higher.

"I'll take a scotch please... What'd you want love?" John asked, smiling at you. "I'll take strawberry wine please" you smiled at the Bartender and he went off to get your guys drinks. After you and john got your drinks you guys talked for what felt like hours, about anything and everything as well. There were a couple times where he made you laugh quite loudly causing people to look but you guys didn't care, you were having some much needed fun.

It reached the end of the night and the bar was nearly empty and you guys decided to leave finally after a couple rounds of drinks. You guys made it to his truck and you both got in the truck and just sat there, you both knew that there were deeper feelings peeking through, it was just a matter of who said it first. You heard john sigh and he looked over at you, you knew what was coming.

"Come here love, please...?" He asked, his voice sounded soft and he reached his hand out, to pull you into his lap. As you went over and sat in his lap you guys looked at eachother then you decided to do it, you grabbed his face and kissed him, he kissed back and pulled your hips to him. He slipped his tongue through your lips and the taste and burn of scotch hit your tongue and it sent a shiver down your spine... *The end of part 1*

A/N: I decided it would be like a little much to put the whole story in one post so the next part will be out whenever I get to it, I know I already have another price story needing to be finished but that done I just need to post it😭😭 I only come back to this when I'm like bored or whatever, but I hope you liked this!!

[g0ttal0ve101]

Lucky

Note: coming back with another caria post haha 😻 it’s not sad at all haha 😻 tw: suicide, self-harm.

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Carl hated himself. While this might seem to be somewhat of an over-exaggeration to outsiders, it isn’t. Carl truly and utterly hated every aspect of his character. He hated the way his face reflected in the mirror, he hated the way his hair was such a bright shade of red, he hated the way his voice sounded when he spoke and laughed, he hated the way his ribs stuck out, he hated the way his bony knees were always covered in scrapes, but most of all — He hated the way he hated himself. No matter how hard he tried to act confident, no matter how much he tried to boost his ego, the drug never lasted.

That’s why whenever he got drunk, he would put a blade to his wrists and pray that he’d have the guts to do it. That’s why he’d cry whenever he woke up and realized how severe his hangover was, but also that he was still breathing in a world where he surely didn’t belong. Oh, Carl hated himself. But he did love one major piece of his life. (Perhaps it was the reason he woke up in the morning?)

Mia Jacobs. Golden hair that brushed against her back, adoring eyes that lingered on his face for a few moments more than expected, a tender voice to keep his self-hatred from controlling him, and a wonderful, wonderful smile. Whenever Carl thought about her, his heart raced. It was almost childish how anxious he grew when she was around. And it was surely childish that he had made her the sun, moon, and stars of her life. Without her, there would be nothing. Carl liked it that way.

So once he got drunk that night and put a blade against his frail skin, he thought about her. It wouldn’t be hard to end it right then and there. Sure, it’d hurt like hell and he might even be too cowardly to finish it off, but his skin was thin enough that he could slice it clean. Why didn’t he then? Why couldn’t he move? Well, it was simple — He couldn’t bear to let her go.

The knife clattered to the floor and for a moment, he grew frightened that it might have been a bit too loud for his older brother’s liking. Nevertheless, he was too drunk to linger on the thought for too long, grabbing his phone and seeing stars spiraling on the screen.

Mia’s number was always on the top of his list. He clicked it without hesitation and curled up on his bed, listening to the sound of the device ringing over and over. It felt like hours before he finally heard a signal being picked up.

“What’s up, baby?” Her voice finally peaked through the fuzziness of the static, bringing a bright smile to his face instantaneously.

“Hiiii.”

“Haha, hi? How drunk are you?”

“I’m gonna kill myself, Mia.”

There was silence for a moment. Then suddenly, the pleasant tone in her voice dropped into a very solemn one. “…Don’t fuck around like that.”

Too intoxicated to realize how horribly awful this was to do to his girlfriend, Carl could only laugh. “I’m nottt. I have the knife right here and I’m gonna slit my wrists and fucking die, hahah! I’m gonna fucking do it! But, but, buttttt, I wanna tell you that I love you and that you’re the best girlfriend everrr!”

And that was enough to make Mia grab her keys and head for the door. Without bringing much thought to the fact that he heard her car engine start running, Carl continued with ramblings as if nothing was wrong at all.

“Miaaa? Miaaa…”

“What is it, baby?”

“Mffmh…I love you, Mia. More than anything ever, hmgh…existed. You’re a good person, no matter what you say. If you wasn’t, erm, you wouldn’t be dating someone like meee…y’know? And if you wasn’t a good girl, you…ugh…you wouldn’t be so nice to me. I can’t even know what it feels like to date me, y’know, and it scares me when I don’t know that when you…mmh, yeah.” Carl bubbled out without reconsidering even a single word he sang. It was funny to him at first but whenever he received radio silence as an answer, he grew increasingly more sentimental. “Mia. Mia, I…I really do love you, Mia.”

Without another second to waste, Mia’s voice broke through his whimpers. “Carl, please promise me that you’re gonna be okay when I get there.”

Tears rolled down his face. If she was on her way there, she’d surely see how much he cut himself and simply become disappointed. Her eyes would bleed with disapproval and disgust as she helped him clean up, almost as if she hated his very being for acting this way. She’d think he was seeking attention, she’d think he was weak — All of these scenarios piled inside of Carl’s head until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Practically stumbling off the bed, he began searching through his drawers to start the ‘layering process.’ One shirt after another piling and securing the wounds underneath would hide them away from his loving girlfriend. He wouldn’t have to hear her disappointed voice. He wouldn’t have to look weak.

“Carl?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“…Miaaa, I’m so fucking dumb…!” His sobs lingered for a while longer before he curled up in a ball.

“How many times did you cut yourself, Carl?”

That question alone spoke volumes to him. She was already disappointed with him. There was no saving it. Dropping the shirt he was pulling over his head, Carl decided to remain bare-chested until she showed up. There was no point in hiding anyway.

Having a feeling he wouldn’t answer any time soon, Mia sprung into action. “Okay, okay, just listen to me. Are you listening?”

“Yeah…”

“Go to the bathroom and put your arms underwater. I’m gonna be there in a minute, just go make sure you’re in there, okay?”

As he usually did, Carl obeyed her every word. He held his bleeding forearm tightly, stumbling out of his room while holding the phone to his ear clumsily. All he could hear was the sound of a car moving. It was sort of funny when he thought about how fast she must be going for a stupid thing like this. Because that’s what this all was — Stupid. Carl should’ve just got it over with and left Mia alone instead of worrying her so much.

Blood sprayed everywhere whenever he put his arm under the facet. The liquid began having a red hue whenever it hit the bottom of the sink, building up into a gross mess of his own mistakes. The call was still ongoing, however, neither of them spoke. That was until Carl started whining and freaking Mia out again.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m pulling in the driveway now, alright? Is the key still under your front doormat?”

Carl hummed and wiped the tears from his face, trying his hardest not to break down again. “Yes…yes, please d-don’t be mad…”

There was no time for anger. Entering the Mason family household and immediately rushing into the upstairs bathroom, Mia could honestly care less about being caught. Not that she would anyway - She’d snuck in many times before this and got away with it. She noticed the bathroom door was cracked open a bit when approaching it, pushing the wooden structure open to reveal Carl practically on the verge of passing out while trying to keep his wound under the water. Mia instantly hoisted him up by his armpits and steadied his balance.

For some odd reason, Carl was confused as to what was going on. “Miaaa…why’re you…?”

Brushing his hair back from his soaking face, Mia rested her free fingers on the open wound. Her boyfriend hissed in pain. “Shit, that’s deep.” She muttered under her breath, pulling him away from the sink to get the medical kit in the cabinet below.

“Don’t be maaad…! Mia, please…I’m sorry…” Carl hiccuped as he stumbled backward, nearly falling into the tub.

“I’m not mad at all. Just stay still and let me wrap you up.”

And that’s exactly what she did. Taking the cloth bandages and wrapping them around his forearm loosely, she ended up being able to keep the blood from seeping out. Carl simply watched her expressions as she went, his hair glued to his drenched face while trying to maintain a calm demeanor. It hurt whenever she touched it. Carl sort of liked the feeling.

Unable to filter his words due to the amount of alcohol he consumed, Carl leaned back on the toilet with a ring of raspy laughter. “How deep is it, hahaaa…? I really tried to do it this time, hehehe. Everything’s spinning and shaking.”

Mia huffed playfully to ensure he wouldn’t get the impression she was genuinely angered. “You’re drunk outta your mind, dumbass. That’s why you feel lightheaded…hopefully. I don’t think you bled out that much.”

Carl leaned into her embrace — At least he thought he did. In reality, his face plummeted into her chest harshly, and started rambling the same old script. “I love you, baby. I loooooove you. I’m sorry I was…mfgh…calling you.”

With a decrease in intensity, she gave him a sturdy pat on the back. His skinny figure still shook up like a bell. He giggled from the sensation of her rough hands against his smooth skin.

“Mmh…you wanna fuck meee?”

“Uh, no? You’re so wasted right now I don’t even think you can hear what I’m saying.” Mia snapped her fingers in his face, only to prove her point further when he stared back bewildered. “How are you even in the mood?”

Again, his filter was completely discarded from the words spewing from his mouth. “‘Cause I’m sorry…and ‘causeee…it’s all I’m good at.”

“What did you just say?” Mia asked sternly. Her tone sent waves of fear through his body, although he wasn’t sure what it was that scared him. The glint in her eyes made him want to hide away in shame; And yet, they made him feel good at the same time because they were locked on him. “Say it again. C’mon, I couldn’t hear you.”

Carl blushed heavily. Whenever she spoke to him like that he couldn’t help but get flustered. Even though he was drunk out of his damn mind, he knew better than to say it again. Instead, he sheepishly turned away. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I thought so. You need to stop talking like that before I…” Her voice died when she realized how it sounded. She had to be gentle with him. Especially whenever he was in a state of mind like this. “Just stop it, okay? I wouldn’t let anyone talk to you like that, so why would I wanna hear it coming from your own mouth?”

Those words stung like a bitch. There was nothing he could say that would justify himself or his behavior because she was right. No one else in the world could say anything bad about him without facing the wrath of Mia, so why should he get away with it? He might as well get the shit beat out of him just like she did to the other ones for speaking down on him.

Lowering his head, he looked like a sick puppy out in the rain. “…You’re right. I’m sorry.”

There was silence for a moment. Mia grabbed his hands and turned them over, gazing at the bandages that she tied around his forearms. It only embarrassed him more. He pulled away and tried to stand up on his own, only to topple over into the bathtub with a harsh blow.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?!”

Laughter exploded from his throat. And for a second, she had totally forgotten how much depth his depression had impacted him. He looked like an ordinary boy, drunk, carefree, and having fun during his youth. No one would be able to see just how much he hated himself, just how much he wanted to die, and just how much he hurt himself to ease the pain of existing. In that sense, his laughter brought her bittersweet joy.

“C’mon, babe. Get outta there.” She pulled him out of the tub and into her arms as if he were a sack of potatoes. She didn’t even break a sweat. It was almost embarrassing for him — Almost. He thought it was more hot than embarrassing.

“Mmm…Mia…”

“What?”

Smiling like an idiot, he buried his face into the crook of her neck. With a muffled voice, he began listing off the reasons he loved her so dearly. “You make me laughhh, you make me smileee, you don’t make me…mmffh…saaaad, you have a nice vooooice, aaaand…” Lifting his face inches away from hers, a genuine smile rested on his lips. “You take care of me.”

Blush erupted on her face. She didn’t like to display herself whenever she was flustered, but she knew he would be too drunk to remember any of this anyway. So, plopping him onto his mattress where he belonged on a Friday night, she combed the hair out of her face and sighed softly.

“I take care of you all right.” Mia grabbed his head and shook it around as she always did. She was more gentle knowing how intoxicated he was. “It’s only fair since you take care of me, y’know?”

Carl grabbed her hand when hearing this, examining the scrapes and cuts she received on her knuckles from the constant fights she found herself in. Placing his lips on them, he murmured out what he was thinking. “…‘Cause I love you.”

“Yeah. ‘Cause you love me.” Mia repeated, unable to contain the heat from coursing through her body. She was never the lovey-dovey type — Couples like that pissed her off. But considering how drunk he was and the fact he wouldn’t remember any of it anyway, she continued to console his worries. “And I love you too.”

On the brink of passing out, Carl’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment or two before they glimmered up into hers. “Mfmm…you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“I am your girlfriend, dumbass.”

“Ohh, yeaaah! Wow. I’m so luckyyy…”

Mia scoffed. It wasn’t his fault that he was so blind to the truth. She hadn’t told him what occurs when he’s not around — How many skulls she bashed in, how many screams rang through her ears, how much blood stained her clothes; He had absolutely no clue of that reality. She only showed him what he wanted to see, a girl who would cater to him and love him for the weak soul that he was. That’s all that really matters; What’s on the outside.

Batting her eyelashes and pulling his head onto her thighs, she continued to caress his curls gently. “Yeah? You think so?”

With that, the mood lightened up greatly and allowed Carl to ramble onward. “Maaaan, I’m sooo stoked…you’re my girlfrienddd…! I must have a big dickkk…”

Blunt was the best way to be. Choking on her own laughter, Mia couldn’t help but put a hand up to her mouth and try to contain it. Carl, on the other hand, was so serious he appeared to be petrified. It was way past his bedtime, that’s for sure.

“Last time I checked, you wanted it to be three inches longer.”

“Mhm. Three inches to reach twelve.”

“Carl…you do not have a nine-inch dick.”

“Yeah-huh. Check it.”

“I have many times.”

Carl peered into his boxers as if he were a kid on Christmas morning, trying to measure his length with an eye examination. Telling by the fact his vision was blurry and swaying, he could hardly see the contents. Scratching his head and pondering the question, he bit his lip a little. Mia thought it was adorable whenever he made faces like that.

With a groan, he held his head. Then, in the most solemn and dramatic tone ever laced in his voice, he briefly explained the misconception. “Someone stole it.”

His girlfriend was on the verge of tears by the time he threw a pillow at her to make her stop laughing so profusely. “Okay, okay, that’s my bad. I’ll give it back to you in the morning, okay?”

“You took my dick?!” Carl cried, flopping on the bed as if he fainted on the spot. “Aaah, I’m scaaared! What if I gotta go pee during the night?! What thennn?” Suddenly accepting it without another second of doubt, his voice softened. “Mfmm…it’s okay. You can have it.”

Curling his knees into his chest, Carl finally closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with his head still planted in her lap and her fingers still in his hair. She sighed softly at the sight. Even though he thought of himself as lucky, she knew all too well it was her who had the four-leaf clover in her hands.

[mayasdeluca]

ACA Here, so I was just albe to watch all the scenes of Carina and Maya (I refuse to watch anything with Grey sorry)

First of all Stefania continues to improve her speech pattern/accent/pronunciation , I’m very impressed, it’s still a tiny bit forced if you pay close attention to it, especially when Stefania talks medical and long sentences, her stops are still a bit too measured and not 100% natural but she improved tons, she has a pretty great dialect coach imo.

It does take time to adjust from a speech pattern technique that you are being using for all your life, but that’s totally normal, I’d love to see Stefania in other projects and see how these modifications she’s working on translate on other projects.

A part from this technical details, she was pretty amazing, the final part where she hides from Maya, holy shit, damn, no words only feelings.

What to say about Danielle!!!

She literally puts all the scenes on her very talented shoulders, I’m in awe with her acting, when she screamed at Carina while obviously try not to lose control and holding as much as possible: “STOP TELLING ME WHAT I NEED” I jumped, I got scared a bit by Maya for the first time, and I think Carina did too, it’s rare to be able to feel such strong physical emotion/response from a scene for me and this did it (I’m not complimenting the writings, cause a part from this, the rest was a fucking mess, cheap childish rookie predictable writing) do not let me start on how most of it becomes about Jack as usual, my hope is that they keep him out of Maya recovery and future reconciliation with Carina, we never really needed him and especially now!

Going back to Danielle, in my personal opinion she’s the most talented actress on S19 and most of GA (I put her very close to Sandra Oh) and she’s wasted there, I really hope for her career, that once she’s out of this shitty show, she can get a real project where she can show off without restrictions and have all the artist freedom she wants while given great writing to work on!

One thing is that some actors, once they played a specific character for years, even doing a great job, have problem adjusting to other shows/characters, they kinda disappoint me on other projects, so I guess what I’m saying I hope she’s not a character actress but a more complete one, only time will tell!

There’s nothing you can do, Stefania and Danielle have this once in a lifetime chemistry connection, that a few couple in acting had, I’m not gonna give you any examples because it could be very subjective, but some are undeniable, like their.

Anyway I’m not going more into it cause I could analyze their scenes for hours, but at the same time these scenes are so potent that I have problem watching them too many times, it took me a while to be able to watch them cause I knew they were way to powerful and indeed they were emotionally draining.

On another note I love how shitty Maya looked even if in a couple of close-up I could see a few brushes of make up.

She looked like death.

And I also love how I’m starting to dislike Maya a bit, I think Danielle did a great job on making us hating her (it’s not just the writing it’s literally her mannerisms and acting choices) I wanna see if they finally can give her a more complete storyline possibly a redemption healing one.

On the other side I won’t mind is Stef and Danielle leave the show, but it’s gonna be hard for them to get a project where they can have leading or even supporting roles especially Stefania, considering her Hollywood age, and her nationality, I know it’s sounds terrible said like this, believe me I know it’s sound horrible even by only writing it, it wanna makes me vomit and cry, but this is how Hollywood works, even if things are getting better, and there are more roles for over 40/50 yrs young actresses, it’s simply the truth for TV, I understand if they decide to do 10 more years of GA or S19, I mean even Ellen is tired of it but she’s economically set for life at this point.

You don’t wanna throw away a good steady job, also if it goes after season seven they prob go on syndication and can ask for a raise, and that’s why I think season 7 will prob be the last.

Anyway as usual I wrote twice as much of what I wanted but half of what I was thinking…

Love your comments and reviews!!

Hi ACA!

Thanks for the great thoughts/insight as always. I totally agree with the assessment on Stefania and Danielle. Danielle is super talented and yes, I hope that once Station 19 is over she's able to branch out and do other projects because her talent deserves to be recognized. I don't think she's just a one character type of talent, I think she'll excel with any kind of material. You can just tell.

The makeup team did a great job with Maya! And yes, Hollywood is definitely a tough business so I would assume they would want to stay at a steady/stable job until they can't anymore. But I hope for both of their sakes they're able to be successful elsewhere when the time comes because they both deserve it. That's an interesting point about what happens with a show after season seven, it does make me wonder if seven will be the last too. I mean it's hard to say because ABC does an awful job at promoting it and have for a while now so who knows. It's still doing better than Grey's though in ratings lol but I guess we'll see!

[sigaldria]

omegaverse | (onesided) shiraoi | ushioi

Mature | 1.5K | complete

It had been difficult to endure the weekend training camp, but it had finally ended, and Shirabu felt like he could breathe again. Almost, not quite yet, since he still needed Seijoh to leave to regain his inner peace.

But he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. As soon as the Seijoh bus left the school ground, Shirabu could start to forget about the sweet flowery scent that had distracted him all weekend.

"Ushiwaka-chan, stay away from me. Your awful scent is giving me nausea!"

"Stop calling me that, Oikawa. And don't lie, I just showered."

Shirabu could almost laugh. Ushijima and Oikawa were practically the textbook definition of what an alpha/omega couple should be like. Or that's how he saw them, at the very least.

It was funny how Oikawa pretended to reject Ushijima all the time, yet every time he was close to him, his aroma was more potent, sweeter. Oikawa could do everything to stand out (not that it was hard for him to do so).

And Ushijima would fall for it. His eyes were glued to the omega as he paraded on the court, his jaw tense as he did everything to control himself when Oikawa was teasing him while standing close to him.

"I don't care," Oikawa stuck out his tongue. "Go away."

Ushijima sighed, pretending to be annoyed. When actually, he was happy to entertain their cat and mouse game they loved to play.

"See you at the next tournament, Oikawa."

Oikawa replied, sticking out his tongue again, pulling at the skin of his eye.

And Shirabu laughed at that. He laughed out loud at the childish yet charming reaction of Oikawa. Both Oikawa and Ushijima turned to him, making him feel like an intruder (which he was).

Oikawa's friend came to collect him, rushing him to get on the bus that was about to leave. Ushijima did a 180-degree turn and walked back to the dorm building.

Shirabu stayed in his place, so he was the only one to notice when Oikawa's wallet fell to the ground after Iwaizumi had dragged him away.

Acting like a good samaritan, Shirabu picked up the wallet and ran to the Seijoh bus before it left.

"Oikawa-san!"

Oikawa, that had one foot on the bus stair, turned around to look at him with such an incredulous face that made Shirabu's heart skip a beat in embarrassment.

"You dropped this," he managed not to stutter.

"Thank you."

And Shirabu could almost cry when he felt Oikawa's hand brushing his. He vowed and then went away without saying anything else.

//

"What did you need to tell me in private?" Shirabu asked.

Goshiki's face distorted into an awkward expression. Well, fuck.

Shirabu had seen that same expression from other alphas a couple of times before. Goshiki wanted to confess. It was cute in its own way, yet Shirabu couldn't be any less interested.

"I…"

"Please don't say it," Shirabu interrupted, trying not to sound rude. "Please don't say a word if your question is unrelated to the team or school work."

"But I like you…" Goshiki said in the tiniest voice.

At that moment, Shirabu hated himself. He didn't mind rejecting some stupid alpha that had laid his eyes on him and decided they could start dating and be mates. Goshiki was not only his teammate but his friend as well.

And he knew Goshiki was a lovely boy and a good alpha. Shirabu was sure he'd make an omega very happy one day. But that omega would not be him.

"I'm sorry."

//

Shirabu groaned, curling his fingers inside himself. He moved his fingers in and out in the quickest way possible while his other hand played with one of his nipples.

With his eyes closed, he could see the picture vividly.

Oikawa's furious smirk after doing one of his hellish serves. He looked so hot with his perfect hair and determined eyes on his opponent.

Shirabu tried to imagine Oikawa fingering him. His fingers were probably longer and more dextrous than his own.

"Ah!"

Maybe Oikawa'd suggest doing it in the 69 position, so he could have Shirabu eating his cunt as he did the same. Shirabu moaned again; he could almost taste Oikawa's slick on his tongue: sweet and addictive.

Oikawa wouldn't have a knot to give him, but it was fine, Shirabu didn't need any knot. He needed him. He shifted in bed in an attempt to push his fingers even deeper.

Would Oikawa want a knot? Maybe. Or maybe not if Shirabu sucked on his clit really well.

He opened his eyes to see the photo on 'Monthly volleyball' once more.

"Tooru, Tooru, Tooru," he chanted in a whisper, feeling his climax getting closer.

Shirabu came picturing Oikawa above him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

He laughed in the cold darkness of his room. Probably Ushijima was doing the same with his own tome of 'Monthly volleyball'.

//

When Shiratorizawa beat Aoba Johsai again, Shirabu didn't feel like celebrating it immediately. He is distracted by hurt eyes and a sour scent on the other side of the court.

"I'll talk to him," Shirabu heard Ushijima saying to Tendou.

"I don't think Oikawa'd be thrilled to see you right now," Tendou wisely explained.

"But…"

But I like you, Shirabu could almost hear Goshiki again.

"Don't go for a battle that's impossible to win, Wakatoshi."

The Shiratorizawa team left the lockers, ready to see the next match and find out who'd be their opponent. Walking in front of them was the Aoba Johsai team.

Shirabu saw the third year walking without Oikawa, and Iwaizumi turned his head, looking concerned. Without saying anything, Shirabu walked back on his steps to enter the rival changing room.

Oikawa was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, face hidden from the world. He was reticent and still.

"Oikawa-san?"

Shirabu almost gasped at the hateful gaze Oikawa was giving him. He had seen those eyes many times but had always been directed at Ushijima. Even if he was an omega, Oikawa was very intimidating.

"Leave me alone."

"I… Are you okay?" he asked stupidly.

He really didn't have any business being there. Shirabu had never talked to Oikawa before, not any of other Seijoh members. What did he think was going to happen.

"Just peachy," Oikawa barked.

"Your scent is very sour," Shirabu felt himself unable to keep silent.

"This is funny," Oikawa said with a maniac smile on his lips. "First my moves and now my scent. Fuck off."

"Maybe I…"

"Shut up," Oikawa stood up. He was trembling in anger. "Shut up! I don't need any advice from an amateur."

"I didn't mean to offend you."

"Of course, you didn't. Now be a good little omega and go back to your alpha. I'm sure Ushiwaka misses you already?"

What?

Again, Shirabu couldn't help it, and he laughed a little. Oh, Oikawa was adorable. Why had Oikawa been jealous of Shirabu when Shirabu only thought of him?

Obviously, Oikawa misunderstood his laugh. In the blink of an eye, Oikawa was gripping the collar of his jersey, baring his fangs at Shirabu's face.

"Don't you dare," Oikawa said in a hoarse voice. "Don't you dare to laugh at me."

Oikawa was not petite fragile omega, he was tall and strong. But so was Shirabu. Shirabu grabbed Oikawa's wrists with enough force to hurt.

"I'm not laughing at you."

"I hate you. I hate everything that you represent. You're not even that good, you know?

Happens to be Ushiwaka is ridiculously good at scoring with every shitty toss you give him. But he won't admit that to you, will he? He has to praise his cute little omega if he wants to fuck him, right?"

"Shut up!" it was Shirabu's time to yell. He pushed Oikawa to the wall. "What have I ever done to you for you to talk to me like this?"

"Get off me."

Shirabu waited for the pushback. He waited to be the next one crashing into the wall. But Oikawa's hold on his jersey ceased. And suddenly, Shirabu had a crying omega in front of him.

Instead of going away, Shirabu hugged him. Letting out as much of his cinnamon scent as possible to calm him down.

"I hate you," Oikawa said in a breathy voice as he clung to him.

But I like you, Shirabu replied in his mind.

//

The next time Shirabu saw Oikawa was in his first year of Uni. But it didn't happen as a random encounter on campus.

No. It was at a Shiratorizawa reunion party hosted by Semi. Shirabu witnessed the bond marks on Ushijima and Oikawa's necks.

Shirabu laughed.

Ushijima had always wanted that sweet flower scent for himself. It had been just a matter of time until he could possess it.

Oh, Shirabu was envious. He was envious of the perfect couple they made. The epitome of alpha with the epitome of omega, together for the rest of their lives. Probably beyond that.

"Look who's here!" Goshiki announced, dragging him so he could greet everyone.

It was funny the way Ushijima re-introduced Oikawa as his mate. He looked so proud about it. And Oikawa would smile. Oikawa would beam at him all sweet and in love.

It was funny how disgusting Shirabu found everything.

"I owe you an apology," Oikawa told him when they were alone.

"Don't worry about it, Oikawa-san," replied Shirabu with a fake smile. After all, I like you.

Fin

[nearwildheaven]

god. i want to be shot

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

[maiko1]

Hello! Can I request female reader rejecting gojo's confession with reasoning that she doubts he really loves her and she has Philophobia so she just kinda ghosta him?

Ty! I'm excited!

<333

Hello! Thank you for requesting <333333

Gojo x f! Reader (angst) -swearing

(if u wana request, make sure to read this first <3)

"...sorry but I can't.." you left the park leaving gojo behind. How can a crowd place became so quite after this incident?

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"yo y/n!" you stand up when you heard his voice. "hey, satoru" you waved at him. To your suprise, he didn't wave back. "you wana meet me?"

"you guessed it! How about we grab some drink first?" well, you are kinda thirsty so you nodded and follow him. "so, how's the kid?" you ask walking beside him. "well, megumi kept causing trouble and tsumiki... ah yes. She miss you and wanted to play with you again soon." gojo laughed remembering the time he came back to his dorm and saw y/n full of silly makeup.

"sure, if I end up having a mission here again, I'll come and stop by to play with tsumiki" you smiled, gosh your smile just make him melt. "I'm hurt... You know.." he pout when he realised something.

"ugh you are such a baby. How are you satoru?" you punch him playfully. "I'm doing great! You gotta see when I was fighting a special curse. It goes like woosh, and then the way curse fly and attack me its just like an amazing fight for me!" you laugh at his silliness. "gosh ur so childish satoru." you rolled ur eyes.

You two buyed a drink and sat near a park. "how about you, y/n? Anything interesting happen in kyoto?" gojo can't stand silence so he loves to start a conversation first. "mhmm... Let me see, nope. Most of the time me and utahime stay at school while mei mei finish the mission. Oh can't forget about the fact she say 100 things she hates about you."

"ouch. Ugh utahime just can't accept the last time i remind him not to cry." you and gojo started to laugh. "your so mean to my senpai. What if I snitch?" gojo end up pinching ur cheek. "you wouldn't...."

"whatever, anyway. What do you want?" gojo gasped when you said that. "do u not like my company?!" you sigh at his dumbness. "no you idiot, I have a mission for the next two days, I gotta collect information from Yoshinobu sensei."

"alright, alright. The reason why I wana meet up with you is." he stood up and took something from his pocket. It was an expensive ring you ever seen. "y/n..." no.. This is really happening isn't it? Fuck... I know this day would happen.

"will you... Be my one and only ?" you went quite as you stood up from ur seat, people in the park looking at you two. "satoru. I can't do this." both of you went quite. "wha-" you grit ur teeth. "i cant, I can't accept this. Satoru, after this, I would like for you to find another."

"w-wait y/n! Why? I thought since we became friends for 2 years I thought you had the same feeling as I am. The way you are more happier when ur with me.. The way you laugh differently when ur with me.... So then.. Why? Why are you rejecting me?"

"satoru. We don't belong to each other, I know you love me but I just couldn't. You deserve better." you left the park leaving him standing there.

Gojo pov because y/n went back to kyoto so there's nothing much happening there.

'Right. How can I be so dumb? Why did I choose to confess when i knew she has philophobia? (fear of love) I'm so dumb. Fuck, I should have stay quite.'

(Gojo went back to his dorm after a whole mess.)

"ah big brother! I heard you meet up with miss y/n!" tsumiki said as gojo entered his dorm. "yeah. How did you know?" tsumiki pointed at megumi who's pretending to be busy. "will miss y/n come and play with me again?"

Gojo went quite and pat tsumiki head. "no, I don't think so. Maybe not.." gojo said as tsumiki frown. "awe.. Okay, if you say so.."

He couldn't be sad forever. He has kids to take care of, 'fuck satoru, stop being selfish and respect her desicion. I dont need another woman. I'll be okay without a partner anyway... Right?'

[malleux]

Hey I have a request for corpse! I think during either his q&a livestream from a few years back or the one from last year he said he’s bad at cooking and I would therefore like to request the reader coming over to his place as like a ‘meal prepper’ who cooks like all kinds of meals for him and one time he invited her to stay for dinner? Idk if it’s too complicated lmao but I’m just really feeling some fluff rn

dinner. | corpse husband

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi anon, i accidentally deviated from the request just a little bit, so i’m sorry! i hope it’s still okay!

send me an ask or a message if you’d like to be on any of my taglists!

“Corpse, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry! I really thought I had it this time.”

You walked into the small kitchen in Corpse’s apartment, looking haphazardly at the… creation in his cake pan. The inside of the cake looked something akin to a pudding, making you cringe.

“Did- did you cook it long enough?”

“Yeah? It said like 35 minutes. I did everything right, I thought.” Corpse’s tone became dejected and you knew he was beating himself up for messing up.

“You used the right amount of water?” You asked. He nodded. “Two eggs?” Another nod. “What size eggs?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you bought me in the fridge.”

You suddenly laughed out loud, making Corpse quirk an eyebrow. “Those are extra large eggs, so that you have more when you make them for breakfast, silly. The recipe needs regular sized eggs, that’s why it’s all weird inside.”

He didn’t say much, instead looking down at the tile floor. You felt bad for laughing, but you couldn’t help it. He truly was trying his hardest despite knowing that he wasn’t the best chef in the world. You stepped forward and placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you. You pretended not to see the blush on his cheeks and fought to keep your own at bay.

“Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll come over and teach you how to cook my favorite dish. We can hang out and eat together, too. How does that sound?”

Corpse only leaned his cheek into your hand and nodded.

A few hours later, Corpse opened his apartment door, letting you in and helping you with the large bag of ingredients that you had brought with you from your own apartment down the hall.

He grabbed a large pack of uncooked chicken from the bag and looked at you questionably, but you just beamed up at him.

“Chicken parm!”

“So we’re cooking fancy shit, huh? Didn’t take you to be the high maintenance type.” Corpse teased.

You slapped him on the shoulder and he had a supress the small shiver that ran up his spine at the touch. “You know I love cooking- of course I’m gonna know some decent dishes. You just never eat anything other than takeout, but once you get a taste of my cooking you’ll never go back.”

“That or I’ll die from how bad it is.” You gave him a look. “Kidding. What do I need to do?”

You thought for a moment. “Coat the chicken in flour, then in egg, and then coat it in the crumbs I’m about to pull out. Sounds easy enough, right?”

Corpse nodded and got the supplies out, filling a bowl with flour while you pulled out a pan and began heating up the stove. He grabbed one of the chicken breasts and examined it for a minute before putting it in front of his upper lip and turning to you with a childish grin.

“I’ve got a moustache.”

“Corpse!” You snorted, covering your mouth to hide a laugh, “Get that away from your face! You’re gonna get salmon vanilla.”

“Salmon- what? Fucking salmonella? Say it right, you dunce.” Corpse laughed.

“You say it right! I don't want you to get Sam and Ella!”

Corpse was nearly crying at this point, doubling over from laughing as you threw your head back in another cackle. He could barely catch his breath as he grabbed a small bit of unused flour and flicked it in your face, giggling out a small “shut up!”

You gasped, suddenly feeling the powder cover your face and Corpse stood up straight, ready to apologize if he’d upset you.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of the flour and tossed it on him, running away laughing as he processed the white powder now adorning his black shirt before smiling and taking off after you.

“No! No, let me go, I’m sorry!” You cried out as he caught up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and hoisting you up to bring you back into the kitchen. “Give me your shirt, I’ll wash it! I promise!”

Corpse smirked, still holding onto you as you struggled in his grasp. “You want me to take my shirt off?”

You flushed, realizing what you’d said. “No- oh my God- Please! Put me down and we can finish the chicken permission!”

He laughed again, “Only if you promise to start saying words right.”

“Okay! I promise!”

Corpse set you down gently and you both stayed silent, taking a moment to catch your breaths and soothe the ache in your cheeks from smiling so much. It seemed like every time you were in Corpse’s presence, you were smiling. You were the happiest when you were with him and you certainly weren’t complaining about it.

The rest of the dinner preparation went without a hitch, despite Corpse’s nervousness about messing something up. You watched him out of the corner of your eye often, checking on him and making sure he was okay. Not once did he mess up. You were proud and made sure to tell him often.

Finally, the dish was finished and plated. Flour covered most of the kitchen, but the dinner was complete and looked delicious. You couldn’t wait to chow down.

“You’re- you’re staying for dinner, right?” Corpse looked back at you as he headed to his couch to sit down

“No, I was going to simply leave.” You responded sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, holding back a grin as you grabbed your own plate and followed him to the living room. You both ate your first bites of chicken at the same time, Corpse watching you for your reaction.

“It’s perfect!” You exclaimed, “At this rate, you’re gonna be like that chef off of Ratatoodie. What’s his name? Linguine?”

Corpse let out an incredulous breath at your purposefully awful pronunciation. “Shut the fuck up, oh my God.” He joked.

You laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder. “For real, though, it’s amazing. You did amazingly and I’m super proud of you.”

Corpse stayed silent, only reaching an arm around you and squeezing your shoulders as he scrolled through Netflix to find a movie to watch with your dinner before finally speaking up.

“If I’m Linguine, then you’re the little rat helping me out and supporting me behind the scenes.”

“Aw, Corpse- wait, did you just call me a rat?”

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[badgirlcovenrep]

omg chenrich prompts? hell yeah!! Okay so how about immediately after the council meeting? Steph taking Alex to the hospital because u KNOW its steph who takes her to get treated

As is expected I got a little carried away 😁

So this is a bit of a mix between chenrich in the hospital and medical grade painkillers Alex lol

Hope you enjoy!

No one could have prepared them for that community meeting. Steph shook all over just to think of Jed luring Alex into the woods. Of him leaving her for dead in some awful mining hole.

It made her so furious. Even hearing him cry, blabbering like a sad shadow of the man she'd known (the man that was all a charismatic lie, showmanship, to hide the disgusting truth) her anger, her hurt was too fresh for the girl to gather any sort of sadness for him.

"I'm sorry, Ryan," Alex repeats, standing at the bar with them.

Ryan is staring, speechless, at his father's crying shadow.

"I'm so sorry-" she tries to take a step forward, but her feet falter, and Alex nearly topples over to the ground, grunting in pain as Steph jumps to hold her elbow and help steady her into the floor once again.

"Fuck, Alex, you need a doctor." Steph insists. But Alex is looking at Ryan with so much concern that she can't get her to move.

"It's not your fault, okay?" Ryan finally speaks, breaking out of whatever haze he'd been in to look back at her, "It's not your fault. I just- need a moment to process all this. Go with Steph, you're hurt."

Alex finally looks at her then, and Steph can feel herself plead with her eyes - because she might not know a lot about these sorts of injuries but she's smart enough to know - just by the way she's swaying back and forth on unsteady feet - they probably have another minute, at most, before Alex collapses.

"You did it." Steph mumbles, voice filling with unbridled pride as well as urgency, touching down Alex's arm to hold her cold hand, "You did it, ok? You can settle down now."

Her brown eyes are hazy, blinking back to Steph with rapidly heavying eyelids.

"Good. That's- That's good." Alex slurs back, the last reminiscent of adrenaline leaking out of her body in a heavy huff, "very, very good-"

Steph barely has a second to process what is happening before Alex's body gives out. By some miracle, she's able to flip her arms around her shoulders just fast enough to stop her from falling to the ground.

****

Pike helps her take Alex to the local hospital before going back to deal with Jed's arrest.

It's a small hospital and probably has about ten rooms, but given that these sorts of things (bad things) rarely ever happen in Haven Springs, they're quickly given a private room, and Alex is just conscient enough (before she passes out from the painkillers) to tell the staff she could stay.

Steph doesn't think she would have left either way. Not without knowing Alex was alright, but it's good to have permission to sit by her as she fluttered in and out of drug-induced, heavy sleep.

The doctor had given her the run-down of the other girl's injuries. Five broken ribs, stage two trauma to the head - probable concussion to be assessed once she was more awake - a punctured lung, internal bleeding all around the ribcage, and a bullet wound to the shoulder.

She was an absolute mess of scars. A walking, breathing miracle.

Steph had heard the doctor talking to the police when she stepped out to get some snacks at the vending machines. "She should be dead." He said, with such conviction and surprise, it made her stomach turn.

Steph felt that she could do nothing but sit by Alex's sleeping form, slowly realizing that she was absolutely screwed. Because she already liked this girl way too much - and God, what a roller-coaster of emotion she'd been put on the last month - but how could she not? When Alex just waltzed into everyone's lives like this determined, selfless little light? When she was so obviously a rare soul, made of so much sweetness, and softness, and strength, Steph doubted she'd ever come across someone like her again?

Looking at the circumstances from the other side now, it seemed as inevitable as any of it.

"I can feel you thinking." Alex's voice startles her out of her thoughts. Steph looks up to meet her tired brown eyes, looking so soft and vulnerable without her glasses and surrounded by clean hospital sheets, "You've been broody lately."

Steph giggles, choking on her own emotion, "Guess I'm still mad about Jed." It's not a lie. She is upset. But there was a lot more than that, more about how her insides swelled with emotion when Alex looked at her - but she leaves it the way it is.

"I forgave him." She shrugs. And Steph knows she did, she was there after all, but that didn't mean the drummer was quite as ready herself.

"Well, I didn't." And maybe that makes her childish - resentful - but she can't take the image of him pointing a gun at Alex out of her head. The image of him pulling the trigger, sending her off to what could very well have been death - "at least you made him cry like a baby."

"Jerk." Alex smiles, eyes squinting back at her in humorous indignation before they slowly turn more vulnerable as she adjusts herself on the mattress, patting the empty space beside her body, "Can you- come lie down with me?"

There's nothing, truly, that Steph would have liked more. She would take any chance of being closer to Alex (and of getting off the uncomfortable hospital chair) but she was also still afraid - still scared something might go wrong and they'd lose her. "Are you sure? You're hurt."

"Please?" Alex pleads, blinking back at her with honest-to-God puppy eyes, even if still a little glassed-over from the amount of Vicodin they were pumping into her veins. For the umpteenth time in the past few days, Steph has even more confirmation that she is screwed.

Because, honestly, there's nothing Alex couldn't get her to do with just a slow blink of her brown eyes.

So she gets up and climbs into bed with her. It's incredibly tight for two people, and they are instantly pressed together as Alex scoots over the pillow so they can look at each other, alone in this hospital room that smelled like industrial-grade detergent.

Alex reaches forward and takes her cheeks between her palms, so very close Steph can't help but catalog all the cuts and bruises covering her face.

"You're so pretty." The girl says, finally, and Steph can hear the tiny slur in her voice. She's probably still drunk on a shit ton of medicine, but it does nothing to stop the drummer from blushing profusely, "you're, really, really pretty. Have I told you that?"

"Hm- yeah you sorta- do that when you're on painkillers." Steph comments, and her eyes can't help but fall to Alex's mouth.

She has a tiny cut on her lower lip, and Steph's fingers itch to touch it. To feel her skin again, like that night on the roof, when she felt so warm and tingly, like a live wire of electricity that could swallow Steph whole. For now, she holds her distance.

"But it's true." Alex pouts, "and you're really hot when you're protective too."

Now that- that was different from anything she'd said before. And when she looks up, the girl realizes Alex's eyes have turned to stare at Steph's lips too.

"Yeah?" She asks, a little too cocky given the situation, but oh well, you can't blame her for the swell of pride that takes over her chest.

"Yeah." Alex teases back, "Thank you. For taking care of me. For being mad at Jed for me- even if you can't do anything about it." Her tone turns sincere, and her eyes flutter everywhere but Steph's face, Alex's dead giveaway that she was trying to hold something back.

"Oh please, I'll rip his mustache off." Steph jokes, because it's her default strategy when she doesn't quite know what to do, "You have lost your right to upstanding citizen facial hair, sir!"

"Fuck, Steph, don't make me laugh." Alex says as a few stolen giggles escape her lips, creating ripples across her shattered chest that made her hiss with pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Steph apologizes, and on instinct, she leans closer to run her hands over Alex's arm in reassurance, holding the weight of her body above Alex with her elbow.

From this angle, they were even closer, and Steph was staring at her from above, watching Alex smile at her, head on the pillow and a half-lidded, humorous expression on her face.

"Oh, this is nothing. Just a few cuts compared to my fighting days." She jokes, and Steph's heart is filled with so much concern, so much love for this girl she can't help but fluster with anger.

"Shut up. You're gonna hurt yourself if you don't take it seriously." Steph says, "you're like, seriously hurt, Alex, you could have died."

Steph wants to ask, but Alex's free hand reaches forward and pulls her closer, fist tightening around the collar of her button-up shirt, and suddenly they are so close her hand shakes with the itch to touch her, "See? Protective Steph is so hot."

"I know. I'm sorry." Alex has the decency to look reprimanded, smoothing one hand over Steph's shoulder in a simple act that sends calming waves over Steph's flushed skin, "I'm okay. I promise" she's being sincere, Steph knows she is by the way she frowns slightly in concern. However, there's a quiet, teasing smile spreading across her face.

And Steph honestly used to think she was smooth.

She made girls blush by the minute. Awoke the bisexuality in at least a few of her drunk makeouts on the way from California to here. She used to be a real flirt, ready for anything a pretty girl could throw her way. But sitting here, with her torso half hovering over Alex Chen's body, her tongue feels heavy, and her brain can't conjure a single thing to offer in response.

It's at least a relief that she doesn't say anything, because a second later, Alex is smiling at her with her coy, knowing little smirk, and pulling her in for a kiss.

Steph is far too focused on not crushing her further, very deliberately placing her hands on both sides of her head to better hold her weight, but she still feels the strong, dizzying zap of electricity as Alex's lips touch hers, her lungs filling with liquid, warm waves of emotion.

And maybe, Steph thinks, it'd be fine if she never breathed air again.

[mercy-burning]

Say You’re Sorry

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a petty argument, Reader and Spencer spend weeks trying to get each other to say they’re sorry first Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light choking) Word Count: 4.3k

Full Request: “...a smut about Like reader and spencer fight for something stupid, because both of them think are right, And maybe the fbi it has the annual gala of something and reader wears a *SUIT* with just a nice bra under the jacket, and spencer lost his mind.” —Anonymous

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NOTE: This one was so much fun to write! All of these requests have been, of course, but I just loved getting to write Spencer and Reader’s petty tactics and dialogue here 😂❤

***

It was stupid and they both knew it. Everyone in the office knew it, too.

But when two people who were always priding themselves on being right have been dating for years, stupid little arguments like that were bound to happen.

This time, though, Spencer and Y/N seemed to have taken it a little too far. For weeks now they haven't spoken unless it was bickering, and when it wasn't bickering, it was demanding the other person to admit they were sorry.

And now it was just a game.

The first round started when Y/N gave Spencer a cup of coffee as a gesture, a sign of good faith. She hadn't explicitly said sorry, though Spencer was willing to accept it as an apology anyway. The round ended, though, when he took a drink to find it completely bitter, not a grain of sugar to be found. She laughed, the sound somehow even more bitter than the coffee she'd given him, and left him with a prompt, "Gotcha."

Round two was a bit more evil, Spencer retaliating by changing all the settings in her car so that when she got in, everything would be the exact opposite of how she preferred it. She was always particular about how she had the air, the seats, the mirrors, and everything else set up in her car, and the day she got in it after work almost had her in tears of anger. First of all, her seat was set all the way back, which she found strange, but then after adjusting it she turned the car on, and the radio blasted intense techno music, which she always found annoying. She turned it all the way down after almost having a heart attack, suddenly very angry and confused, only to then notice that all the mirrors were adjusted as well.

But the tip of the iceberg was when she looked at the speedometer and noticed she was almost entirely out of gas. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get her home.

"What the actual fuck?" she yelled, only to jump again when Spencer knocked on her window.

"Looks like you're gonna have to take the train home with me."

It really was her only option, and she hated it. And he was so hopeful that it would get to her admit that she was sorry, that when they got to his apartment he would be able to convince her to come to bed with him and sleep it all off.

Turns out, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't talk to him the whole way there, and when they did manage to make it up to his apartment, Y/N locked him out of his bedroom and slept in his bed alone. No matter how many times he tried to convince her to let him in, she yelled back, "Say you're sorry, and we'll see if you deserve to sleep with me!"

But he wasn't going to give up that easily. So he gave up trying to reason with her, and stayed on the couch.

When he woke up, he was drenched in freezing cold water, cursing as Y/N stood over him with a smirk. "Mess with my car again, and it'll be something worse, Reid."

She never used his last name. She was doing it to taunt him, and it only made him angrier.

She left that morning, calling Emily for a ride and hoping she'd taught Spencer a lesson.

Unfortunately, no lessons had been learned. A few days later, he 'accidentally' bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her white blouse, and said 'oops,' in the least apologetic way ever.

Y/N scowled as she dabbed up the liquid, not even paying attention to him as she ranted about how pissed off she was and how childish her boyfriend was being.

"If you'd just man up and say you're sorry already, maybe I won't have to be such a bitch, but you're really getting on my fucking nerves..."

He was suspiciously quiet. So she looked up to catch him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she'd seen many a time. In fact, it had to be one of her favorite looks.

He was staring directly at her chest, where she'd unbuttoned a few buttons to get at more of the coffee that splashed on her shirt.

It was only a few seconds, and Spencer seemed to snap out of it rather quickly, giving her a wink before walking away completely.

She glared at him as he disappeared into another room, but in the back of her mind, a plan was already forming.

***

The Bureau was hosting a mandatory gala for a few agents who were retiring, and with the event coming up, Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to get Spencer's attention and maybe, just maybe, get him to finally apologize.

But that was all unbeknownst to him.

He knew she was going to show up on her own, because neither of them had stepped up to the plate to apologize, and truth be told, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It had been about a week since he'd spilled his coffee all over her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not that he never thought about her at all—she was his girlfriend, of course he thought about her—but after going weeks without getting to kiss her, touch her, or even just be around her when they weren't playing stupid, petty games with each other, Spencer was starting to think maybe they should just talk it out.

So that's what he decided. The gala would be a perfect opportunity to make a grand romantic gesture and admit that he missed her, that they were both being childish and he wanted to work it out.

All of that completely went out the window, though, the second she walked through the door.

The drink in his hand almost dropped to the floor. The only thing that even kept him standing upright was Derek's hold on him when he stumbled. And as if he didn't already know he was in trouble, Spencer heard his friend whistle lowly beside him.

"Kid, I think you better apologize, or I have a feeling you're gonna regret it..."

"No kidding," was all he responded with, his eyes still glued to his girlfriend from across the room.

She was wearing a pair of maroon suit pants and a matching jacket that held together at the middle by one button, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, exposing more of her neck and chest as small pieces of hair framed the sides of her face. From far away he noticed her wearing some long silver earrings and a matching necklace that landed right above where curve of her breasts met her neck. She walked—no, glided—across the floor with heels that accented her every step with power.

She caught his eye, and though she was the most stunning, captivating woman he'd ever seen, the pure smugness that lit up her pretty features as she walked towards him made Spencer want to win. No romantic gestures, no giving in and talking it out... He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

It was a pretty hard task, though, considering the second she got closer and he searched her eyes, he almost crumbled beneath the sheer power they exuded. They gleamed at him as if to say, "You lose."

Everything was made even worse when she smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't been playing childish pranks on each other all week. She leaned in and held onto his arms, giving him a sweet kiss on the jawline.

"Hi, babe," she chirped happily, and before she pulled away, she added into his ear with a whisper, "By the end of the night you're gonna be real sorry for last week..." It was low and seductive and pure evil. Spencer would have stumbled again had she not been holding onto his arm.

He wanted to think that Y/N surely wouldn't resort to using her seduction to get him to apologize, but that would be a flat-out lie. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't let it.

He cleared his throat and led Y/N to the table they were staying at, trying his hardest to ignore the low burn that settled in his stomach.

But once again, that proved incredibly hard when she was sitting next to him all night, talking confidently with other agents and occasionally slipping her hand along his inner thigh to tease him. When no one was looking, she'd move it higher, lightly drawing circles along the inseam of his pants. And when he gripped her wrist under the table, leaning in to say lowly in her ear, "You better quit," she responded with a turn of the head and a kiss on the cheek, whispering right back, "Not until you say you're sorry."

She pulled back and they smiled at each other sweetly, right before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

What she wasn't counting on was him following after her, catching her arm and pulling her into an empty storage closet before anyone could see. It all caught her completely by surprise, but even as the light switched on and she saw Spencer standing in front of her, a look of pure frustrated grief flashing across his features, she settled into another smug smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, babe?"

His eyes raked her up and down, and it was obvious how hungry he was for her. His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, and she let him. They settled on slipping under her suit jacket and practically burning handprints into the bare skin of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, running his hands farther up her stomach and just below the bra. He could see his fingers peeking up through the jacket, and it made him absolutely feral. "You're a fucking tease, that's what's wrong."

Y/N cooed like she would at a crying baby. "Aw, and who's fault is that, hmm?"

"I'm not gonna say it." His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and still she was unwavering.

"I'm not gonna say it either."

"Well... Maybe I'll just have to fuck it out of you, then."

She would have been lying if she said she hadn't lost a little self control upon hearing those words come from his mouth. Which is why she challenged him yet again, silently hoping that he'd make true on his promise.

"I'd like to see you try..."

They stared at each other then, and for a moment Y/N thought he would actually do it. Her body shivered with excitement, especially when he pushed her into the door and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her neck and down her collarbone, and eventually, he found his way back to her neck.

Right when his hands moved to her back to unclasp her bra, he suddenly removed them altogether, and placed them on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the door.

And with five simple words hummed lowly into her ear, he'd managed to win this round.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spencer opened the door and pushed past her, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

***

The night was nearly over, and she still hadn't managed to break him. And after the stunt he pulled in the storage closet, she was getting just as frustrated as he was. Since then, he'd practically dangled himself in front of her all night, making a point to play with his hands (which he knew she went crazy for), doing the same with his mouth (which she also had praised multiple times over), and occasionally resting his hand on her lower back, or on the inside of her thigh under the table.

And now, he had her cornered near the back of the room after she'd excused herself to collect her bearings.

But she wasn't having it.

Before he could say or do anything, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her, sneering in his face. "Back off, baby, or I swear to God..."

She wasn't really sure what she was going to say, because no words could properly accentuate her frustration. All she could do was give vague threats and hope Spencer stepped up to the plate.

Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"What? What are you gonna do?" he laughed, looking at her hungrily.

At this point they were just needlessly teasing themselves, and they both knew it. But the game had gone on for so long that one of them had to break eventually, right?

She couldn't answer him... There was absolutely nothing in her brain except for images of them, screwing each other to the ends of the earth. So, she looked back at him, silently hoping that he would just forget about the apologies and do something about the tension that had been building up for weeks now.

And truthfully, she thought he would have. He looked like he was ready to say fuck it and kiss her right there. He leaned in, and she gripped his tie even tighter.

But then someone cleared their throat beside them.

"Alright, you two." It was Rossi. "Get out of here, go kiss and make up. That's an order."

"But you're not our boss," Y/N pointed out, apparently still on the high of arguing.

"Tonight I am. Go on, get."

She turned away from them and left without another word.

***

One silent car ride later, the two of them walked up to Y/N's apartment. It wasn't until Spencer had closed the door behind him that either of them said something.

In fact, they both said something at the same time.

"Take your clothes off."

"Leave the suit on."

And then, silence.

For one second. Then two. Then three.

And then the only sound to be heard was Y/N's heels as she glided to Spencer in three large steps and crushed her mouth to his. The second it happened, it was like a rubber band snapped, all this pent up tension finally releasing and shooting across the air until it landed somewhere.

In this case, it landed on the kitchen table. She pushed off his jacket the second her butt landed on the cool wooden surface, and her mouth pulled away from his with a harsh smack. "I thought I told you to take off your clothes."

"So fucking impatient," he breathed, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her again.

A second later, she pulled back and gripped his tie. "Then don't take so fucking long," she said lowly, and then pulled him forward by the tie, connecting their mouths once more.

He grunted in her mouth, releasing her face and working at the buttons of his shirt while she tried her hardest to get the tie. The second everything was loosened, she slid her hands under his shirt and pulled his body into hers by the waist, digging her nails into his skin.

"Lift your hips, baby," he breathed against her mouth, his hands already at the button. "Let me get these off."

"I thought you wanted me to keep the suit on?" she laughed.

"Well, I can't fuck you with your pants on, Y/N."

She lifted her hips then, using her hands on the table as leverage while he shimmied them off over her heels. "I know, genius, I was just fucking with you."

"Well, stop it," he got out with an exasperated sigh.

And before she could retort, his fingers were pushing her panties aside and slipping through the opening of her pussy, causing her words to get caught in her throat.

She choked on a moan and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up."

"Fuck you," she gasped.

"I'd rather fuck you instead."

And with that final sentence, he started finger-fucking her, leaning forward and applying kisses and bites to her neck. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, pushing the rest of his shirt off and then clinging to him like a cat clinging to a tree.

"Who knew all this fighting would make you so wet for me," he said, punctuating his words with a nip to her neck. As if to prove his point, he worked his fingers in and out of her quicker and deeper, the both of them taking in and relishing the sounds it made. Meanwhile she rocked her hips against his hand and tried her hardest not to make much sound, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was affecting her.

Though, it seemed he caught on to her scheme.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? I know you wanna let it out, so why don't you?"

"Not... until you say you're sorry," she managed to respond clearly, leaning back to look him in the eye.

The look he gave her radiated cockiness as his fingers worked even faster, and she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back any noises.

"Aw, not even one little moan for me, pretty girl? I know you've got one in you..."

"N—no," she pressed, obviously trying not to react at all. But it was getting harder when every second Spencer was curling his fingers inside her now, hitting that sweet spot and bringing her closer to the edge.

"Yes," he reiterated, bringing his other hand to her mouth and pushing her lips apart to press his thumb down onto her tongue, keeping her jaw open and forcing out all the sounds she'd tried so hard to hold in.

There was no getting out of it, but... right now she didn't care. Because she loved when he took control like this, seeing his face scrunch up with determination to get what he wanted, the raw, primal look in his eye that boiled her insides and broke her down every time...

Inevitably, she moaned out. Loudly. And when she was met with a smug, "Atta girl," she closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked on it, humming as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "That's a good fucking girl..."

As he worked her through her orgasm, the high subsiding, she thought, Alright... You win this round...

And then, as he pulled away from her and brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, Y/N slowly grew a smirk.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

She took out her earrings, jumped off the table, and unbuttoned the suit jacket, letting it hang open as she dragged him with her to the bedroom in nothing but her bra, panties, jacket, and heels. "I'm gonna get you for that."

His heart raced as she all but threw him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and leaned back, breathless as she kicked the door shut with her foot and settled her hands on her bare hips. From the low angle he had, she very much radiated dominance and power, and God, if she wasn't the most stunning specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on...

He wanted in that moment so badly to submit to her, to give her everything she wanted, but... If he didn't, what would she do?

She took a few slow steps, and with every one Spencer sunk back, until he was laying down and she was standing at the edge of the bed, using her knee to push his legs apart.

"Sit up," she demanded softly, and he almost obliged. But he wanted to see what she'd do if he refused. So when he remained on his back, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and then gripping his chin in her other hand to make him look up at her.

In the dim light of the bedroom, he studied her, every curve and peak of her face and the way the shadows accented her prettiest features, the faint glimmer of the eyeshadow she was wearing, the way her tongue danced behind her lips as she figured out what to say next...

Likewise, she took him in completely, the way his eyes softened with each passing second as they roamed her face, and how his just settled in her hand, like he was completely submitting to and amazed by her. And truth be told, the feeling was mutual. Just looking into his eyes alone, Y/N could tell how much he loved her, and it made her heart swell.

Consequently, the electric buzz that had been between them all night and growing stronger for weeks was a dull hum, something more warm and... remorseful.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, loosening the grip on Spencer's chin. She let her fingers slide down his neck and over to his shoulder, where she gave him a light, loving squeeze. "And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," he whispered back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her cheek. "And I love you."

She sat down on one of his legs, bringing them closer together and to eye-level. And with a smile, she said, "Truce?"

"Truce."

"Good. Now, fuck me?"

"Always."

Her body melted into his when he pulled her face to him and kissed her. His lips moved slowly against hers, yet with a burning passion and need that made it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't long before she starting rocking against him, butterflies swarming in her stomach when he noticed and used one of his hands to run up her thigh. Meanwhile their kisses grew stronger, deeper, and the little sighs and moans they produced together provided the cherry on top.

Y/N slid off of him, then reached down to take his pants off, head spinning and heart soaring. And Spencer felt the same, tugging at the hem of her panties.

She laughed, breaking away once his pants were off. "How do you want me, baby?"

"Just like this," he responded, not needing any time to think about it. "Ride me, do whatever you want to me. I just want you."

With another little laugh, she pushed him back lightly and took off her underweat and heels, then climbed over him to straddle his hips. "Careful what you wish for."

When she reached back her arms to remove the jacket, Spencer stopped her, gripping her thighs and saying in a low voice, "Don't you dare take that off."

She sounded satisfied. Triumphant. "I knew you'd like it."

And before he had a chance to elaborate on just how much he liked it, she shifted her hips and ground down on his bare, hard dick. All words escaped him at the feeling, and she seemed to know it, because she smiled down at him victoriously.

She leaned down and braced her hands on his chest as she continued to rock back and forth, slicking him up with her arousal. Soon after, she snuck one of her hands down to help herself onto him, and she sank down slowly, ever so slowly...

Spencer sighed out, long and drawn out, and the sound was like music to Y/N's ears. She started off slowly, but it wasn't long before she sat up and set a steady pace riding him. And once he found his bearings, getting used to the feeling of her around him after almost a whole month of missing it completely, his eyes opened and took her in once more, the sight before him almost shattering him to pieces.

As his hands flew out to grip her waist, Y/N sighed, reaching down and placing her hands on his stomach. "Fuck, I missed this, baby... Missed you..." Then she slid forward and settled her hands at his collarbone, slowing her hips and making sure to speak just as slowly. "Missed the feeling of your cock deep inside me..."

He lost it then. His grip tightened on her waist and he shifted his hips, repeatedly thrusting up into her with a force that elicited a deep moan from Y/N's throat. She gasped out as he continued this pace, the tension inside of her starting to stretch thin.

"Fuck, baby, please! Oh, right there!" she couldn't help but yell out. She sat up just a little so he had a better angle, and her hands gently wrapped around his throat, to which he rolled his eyes back and groaned out a soft, "Fuck, yes."

They were moving together now, meeting each others' hips with an urgency that could only be present through weeks of built up tension and depravation. It was like a thunderstorm, intense and filled to the brim with flashes of lightning that danced behind both of their eyes as they reached the pinnacle.

Their bodies slowed down naturally, and Y/N's hands were now combing through his hair as she slumped down over him and felt his release as it started to drip down her thigh, and Spencer basked in the feeling of her envelopment, her body weight over the top of him like a warm blanket. They both felt little aftershocks of pleasure as they slowed their breathing and just laid there, hands gently rubbing each others' skin and mouths exhaling soft whispers of 'I love you,' and 'I missed you.'

And then they fully came to their senses, the storm having rolled through completely and leaving them in a calm breeze. It was peaceful. Rehabilitating.

Y/N kissed Spencer's neck and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "Babe, you know I love you, but I'm not sleeping in this thing tonight."

He laughed, tucking some of the hair behind her ear that had fallen from the updo and then running his thumb along her bottom lip. "That's fair. You should... wear suits more often, though. They're a good look for you."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Duly noted."

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[nightowlfandom]

CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit. 

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

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leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief. 

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.” 

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door. 

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word. 

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!” 

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed. 

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice. 

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully. 

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.” 

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face. 

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed. 

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed. 

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!” 

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk. 

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused. 

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned. 

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago. 

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders. 

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit. 

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

 “Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

 “I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off. 

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck. 

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

[muffindaddystyles]

I WANT TO CHANGE MATTRESSES FOR YOU.

Somethings doesn’t not change. People doesn’t want to change them, morelike. Harry’s one of those people – he hates to stumble away from his routine, it makes him fussy and grumpy all over.

If he’s not waking up early and going out for a run – getting a nice sweat, his whole day gets ruined --- he likes things in specific order -- brekkie and dinners always with his lovie’, three kisses in the morning minus the infinite pecks, cuddles without socksies, cold showers and lavender oils are must –-- brushing their teeth together and doing their skincare at night together.

Intimacy of little things.

He’s with that with materialistic things too. Most of them holds zillion of memories from him --- others, well for others he despises the ‘getting used to them’ phase and the complains of himself that comes with it —-- so he always feels like it’s better to keep things in good condition and use it for a long time.

Just like this darn mattress they’ve fights over every night and day.

Right now when they’re standing infront of the mattress shop he doesn’t seem very convincing while Y/N looks like she just saw the miracle of the year.

Harry’s lips are downturned into grumpy expression, his brows pinched together out of annoyance and he groans at the top of his lungs when she tugs him inside with a squealish noise.

“See? You really need to get rid of that dumpster mattress.” She turns to face him, grinning when he moaned the instant they jumped atop this spongiest of mattress and he speaks through closed eyes -- as if he’s manifesting, “Don’t call my mattress garbage .....”

Y/N just pouts. He’s really that stubborn. Despite, of how much she whined and complained to him that his mattress causes her a back ache and sprains her neck —-- because the springs poke into her like damn mini dicks – he still refuses to buy a new one.

She squeals happily and almost straddles him when he announces with a dimply loopy grin, “’Kay maybe we're buying it.” She clasps her hands together on top of her chest in awe of her boyfriend and grabs his cheeks to squish them and bring him for a kiss.

Unfortunately her happiness wasn’t meant to be last when the salesman told him about the price and yet again ...... he denied to buy it.

She grunts. Jumping back on her feet and tries to convince him, “Harry c’mon don’t be s' stubborn now -- bub.” The gentleness in her voice on the verge of cracking and exposing him the terrifying wild-cat side of her.

“And mattresses are life time investment -- you know?” Her tone sugary but the involuntary tap of her foot makes Harry arch a brow sceptically at her, she’s boiling from inside, ready to blast her lid away, “I’m not spending shit loads of money on some springs and goose gunk!” He whines throwing his arms in air and she couldn’t believe if that’s her Harry or some miser in his replacement.

“Feathers.” She corrects him and he mutters a ‘whatever’ under his breath so she inhales a huge nourishing puff of oxygen to think rationally and make him understand.

The intimacy of sleep.

Y/N loves the intimacy of sleep -- their bodies just sinking into the mattress and pillows, getting swallowed by cool sheets and warm blankets -- sharing a cuppa tea or biscuits before going to bed —-- snuggling like kittens or puppies into eachother -- low murmurs of breath and feathery I love yous. Waking up in the morning and having their skins kiss eachother, pray in eachother’s presence and love on eachother to make their every day special —-- cuddling till any of them really had to pee bad and eating breakfast in the bed. Getting it stained and one of them assures the other to not to worry about it and after when they couldn’t get rid of it – walking together to laundry.

Just the innocent intimacy of sharing a bed —-- it brings them together – makes them feel eachother —-- like they’re soaked into eachother.

Harry’s not being able to catch the point.

“Harry just imagine one day I wouldn’t wake up all tired and —--,” She’s now proper frowning and he cuts her off, “That’s from my cock Sweetheart.” She shakes her head and fists her hands by her sides to hold her back from wiping that damn smirk off his gorgeous face.

So, she continues, “And I wouldn’t even have to sneak from your arms every night and sleep on the couch, then come back in the morning –- you know how much I love cuddles ........” Harry’s jaw meets the floor at her newest revelation and she stops her rant mid-way when he gasps loudly and dramatically, She slaps her forehead because shit – this was a secret between her and their cat who used to give her judgemental stares every night.

“You what?” He squints his peepers narrow at her – hands on his hips and she shrugs mousey-ly, “It’s your fault ... I mean you’re the one who’s not buying a new mattress and not even letting me buy it.” Their argument heating up a tad and y/n just wants to push him on one these beds right now and knock some senses into him.

She gives him a horrified expression when he grumps curtly and forwards his palm, making a come heather motion, “Give me my cuddles back.” She huffs folding her arms infront of her chest and glares him --– craning her neck up to look at him —- for how fucking tall he’s from her and copies him.

“Then give me my kisses back –- including the one I just gave you right now, for no reason.” She tugs his cardigan angrily. His pupils blow away comically.

They both know that they’re behaving childish and it would take them an infinite amount of time to get what they’re asking for.

“Seriously?” He groans howlishly and she nods, quipping nonchalantly, “Yes seriously.”

Harry’s just finding excuses to not to buy a new mattress. He has money. He even likes it. It’s real comfy. He just is accustomed to getting his spine poked with springs.

“It’s useless to argue with you, ‘m going – follow me or I’ll kick your ass.” She warns him. Jabbing a finger at his chest and he squeaks rubbing the stinging spot and kisses his teeth, “Fine!”

She glances him from her shoulder and shouts an equally frustrated, “Fine!” barging through sliding doors and Harry tugs at his roots and kicks the foot of bed.

Though, when she’s towing her feet in the space of her threshold and letting her shoes fly to different spots messily, -- bolting up the stairs grumpily and crashes into the bed —-- she yawps squeakily and then nuzzles herself more into the mattress —-- because fuck she might be hallucinating about it ‐-- she’s that exhausted but when Harry comes leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile and thudding heart upon the bean sized sight of his baby –-- he’s carnating into heaven.

“Oh my god –-... what ...--- how? What the hell, Harry!!” She giggles jumping on their new mattress and ushers him closer, they hold hands tightly galloping on it as high as possible – Harry’s head hitting the ceiling each time -- they do a lil dance letting the bed creak and make funny noises.

Their laughter echoing against their walls and she slinks her elbows around the nook of his neck, pushes him down and makes them fall with a bounce.

He tickles his button nose up her cheek and murmurs against her skin pecking it, “Just when y’left – made me realise an empty bed would be worse than some goose-y one.” Her breath comes shuddery at that and her lips quivers up into a wet smile -- heart quops when he sighs lovingly pushing her closer to him.

“I love you lovie' more than any mattress —,” He nibbles at the fleshy inside of his cheek and leaves it to smudge his lips against hers, “—- I want to change mattresses fo’ you if it means -- we could do it till we're grey and wrinkly.” His calloused hand comes caring up her throat and moulds into her warm cheek – staring into her glinting eyes deeply ... with utmost affection and love, and devotion as if she hung the moons of Jupiter and Saturn.

His lips wets the corners of her petal like lips first then .. tastes her cupid bow before completely surrendering himself to her and kisses her passionately sipping her sweet noises of his name and her confessions of love for him; down his belly making him feel warm and bubbly.

They separate with a smooching noise and she grins against his chin, “You really talk some sexy shit, don’t you?” He pouts then breaks into a bunny grin –-- grunting when she shoves his shoulders down and straddles up his chest –- cradles his face and dots kisses down his temple to his sweet spot, takes his earlobe in her mouth and twirls it with her tongue.

“We deserve some good fucking, let’s inaugurate our new mattress.” He moans at that, “Fuck yes.” and paws at her hips hungrily but she smacks it away with a glower.

“This’s for being a bad boy at the store.”

Harry just knows. He’s about to get tortured to no orgasm or getting railed till he’s a crying mess, none in between.

[kayesfictioncharactershusbands]

Did I Mention (Theodore Nott X Reader

Summary: You didn't know when it started, or how it started. You just hate Theodore Nott. And same goes for him. But what if did I mention he also likes you? But one certain word made you slapped Theo because he was jealous. That you didn't know of.

Request: Hello! Can I request an angsty and fluffy enemies to lovers with Theo Nott and female ravenclaw reader? Thank you xx

House: Ravenclaw

Warning: angst and slight curse words, jealous Theo, body shaming, insecure reader but of course a fluffy ending.

Note: I'm such a sucker for this idea and the fact that I thought of the song from Descendants. Hope you guys would like this one!

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[ gif, not mine, and also, this is the only pic that I found about Theo.]

Your friends and his friends didn't know when it started. It just well started. You hate each other's guts. For some reason that even your friends can't explain. You are at the great hall, seating at the Ravenclaw table that is also near the Slytherin table.

You were about to drink your pumpkin juice when someone nudges your shoulder, in which the juice is now poured on your shirt. And your now wet.

"What the hell?" You curse and turned around and you saw Theodore Nott now laughing at what he had done. But you were not having it.

"Ops. My bad Y/L/N." He sarcastically said and gave you a sarcastic smile while you scowled, while one of your friends gave you a napkin to clean you up.

"Yeah your bad, as if it wasn't meant to happen, Nott. You're acting like a child." You told him while both of your friends gave a sigh.

"Me? Acting like a child? Pfft. You're the one who happens to be soaking wet. Because of the pumpkin juice Y/L/N. Plus you're also the one -" Theo was cut off by Pansy who was near him.

"Shut up Theo! It is early in the morning and the both of you can't fucking shut up!" Pansy scolded him and he just scowled at him.

Before Theo or Y/N would start anything each of their friends starts to distract them by talking to them. Then owls started appearing. you then received a letter from your parents. Both of your parents came from a well-known Ravenclaw. And they expect you to be just like them.

After they were eating, Y/N and her friends went to their next class with the Slytherins. When she was laughing with her friends but then stopped when she heard someone's words." Hey Y/L/N! Seems like you - " you then instantly cut Theo off.

"I'm what Nott? Seems like you can't find anything insulting to me. It's written on your face." Y/N sarcastically said and sat down with her friends. Theo was about to speak but was stopped because professor McGonagall started discussing.

You were writing your notes down when you felt someone tapping your shoulder. You then saw your fellow housemate Felix.

"Yes?" You smiled at him while asking him that question. He then gave you a piece of parchment.

"I wanna asks you on a date if it's OK with you Y/N?

- Felix xx

As you read that you giggled and nodded at him. He then silently whispered a happy yes. After classes, you told your friends about Felix asking you out.

"Oh, Merlin! That's amazing Y/N! Lexi said with excitement in her voice.

"I heard that he fancies you too, I heard it from the other Ravenclaw guys. Maybe you'll finally have a boyfriend!" Your other friend Ella said while squealing.

You giggled at your friend's words and also started to blush.

"Pfft someone fancying Y/L/N? Yeah right, no one would like someone like her." Theo said while smirking and you then roll your eyes.

But instead of sending an insult to him, you smirked and flipped your hair. "A kind of girl who just got asked out on a date, Nott. Unlike you, other boys actually - wait other men actually knows how to act around a lady." You sass and walked away with your friends.

He scoffs and rolled his eyes, and heard his friend's laughter.

"Ouch." Draco sarcastically said.

"That must really hurt." Blaise also adds and also laughs.

Shut up! Theo annoyingly told them. Little did they know though, he was pissed because you got asked out with someone. Yes, he fancies Y/N Y/L/N.

But he doesn't want to admit it to himself. He's that stubborn.

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It's a Hogsmeade weekend and you are now waiting for Felix, you're supposed to meet at the great hall. Your friend is with you. You're wearing an off-shoulder blue dress since it was a bit hot, that fit your body perfectly. You're also bringing with you your own coat because it might be cold.

You are wearing simple make-up, and you curl your hair with the help of your friends. All in all, you look beautiful.

As you were talking with your friends, you again heard someone's voice. A voice that you don't want to listen to.

"What? You're actually going with that outfit? With that bloke? And that outfit makes you fat too, Y/L/N. It doesn't fit you at all." When you heard that words came out to Theo's words you instantly slapped him.

"The fuck?" Theo asks while holding his right cheek, but you didn't care. But he then notices a tear came down your face and left your friends.

You had been insecure with your body and always got those comments from your mother. Your friends made sure that you are beautiful, that you actually are not fat. That you have a beautiful body.

Some of your friends ran to you while Lexi and Elle gave him a look. " We know Slytherin's attitude is sometimes stupid. But the fact that you Nott body shamed my best friend just because you don't like her. You're an awful git!" Lexi said and left to follow you.

"We let it slide how you annoy her because it is just some little childish words, but those body-shaming words? That is below the belt. Think before you speak Theo, I know you like my best friend. But it seems like, you just want to make her more insecure of her body." At those words of Ella, he was left speechless.

Even his friends gave a look and Pansy being one of the girls that was also his and your friend gave him a glare.

"You bloody idiot! Y/N is insecure about her body! Merlin Theo, if you want to just annoy the hell out of her, don't insult her body. You're ridiculously in love with the girl but you don't admit it! Now, I think Y/N is crying and thanks to you, she might look down on herself, again!" Pansy snapped and left her friends.

Blaise pats Theo's shoulder, and he was now left speechless.

"I thought it was only Draco is the gt here, but I guess wrong," Blaise told him.

"Hey!" Draco shouted but Theo was now feeling guilty he didn't know these words were too much. He didn't know that those silly words - well insult hurt you.

Without saying a word to his friends, he ran and is trying to find you. He really feels like a git right now. A very stupid git. He is now finding where you are, then he saw you at the courtyard. You're crying, and your friends were with you.

"Y/N stop crying, don't believe anything that Nott says. Because he's not right. You're beautiful OK? Now, would you stop crying already?" Lexi told you while smiling.

Theo cleared his throat, and all of you looked at him. You wiped your tears and glared at him.

"What do you want Nott? You made me cancel my date with Felix. That's what you want right? Because you won, Theo. " You told him with anger in your voice that surely made him more guilty.

You stood up and were about to walk away with your friends but Theo caught up with you and held your wrist.

"Look, Y/N I didn't mean to say those words. I was being a git OK?" Theo told you he was still holding your wrist but you then removed it. You were still glaring at him.

"Yeah? Because I think that you did. You were always been mean to me, and I didn't even know why. So, please, stop bothering me. It's already enough that you made me feel like I'm not enough. " You told him and started to walk away from him.

"Y/N WAIT! Ju - just listen to me, please?" You motioned to your friends to go on and faced him.

"Go on then, talk." You told him with gritted teeth. You cross your arms and wait for him to say something.

"Well this is kind of stupid, but did I mention that I like you? That's why I had been teasing you, Y/N. I just got jealous that someone got the guts to ask you, OK? And those words that I just said I was not thinking straight. It just came out of my mouth. " He explained to you and that made your eyes wide.

You rolled your eyes at his words. " Nott, you are really stupid, huh? Those bullshit things that you just said right now? It really explains how you are. And the fact that is how you want a girl to notice you is beyond ridiculous." You told him.

He run his hands through his hair and get near you. "Well my love for you is ridiculous, Y/N. That it sometimes makes me a big git, and make the girl that I fancy cried. And that slap earlier, I think I deserved that." He said and rub his neck.

You chckle at his words.

"Yeah you do, Theo. And if you really want me to accept your sorry, work for it. And lastly, if you really like me, work for it to." When he heard that came out of your mouth he can't help but scream.

You shook your head and giggled at him. I mean hey, he's going to work on that attitude of his. Plus, you also fancy him. Just don't mention it to him just yet.

Because, he needs to work for it.

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I'm not confident with this one. So, I just hope you guys like this. Seriously, though I really hope you like this!

[jschlattsbabydoll]

Ocean Away Part 2 (Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader)

A/N: Hi! How are you? 

Sorry for the delays for part 2. But here you are 😊

I’m sorry if the story felt rushed, but I would be editing the story once it has been finished for a more detailed version of the story.

Thank you so much for the support for part 1. The notes on this one is amazing currently at 119 notes…. Thank you so much! Hopefully part 2 won’t disappoint.

And I want to tag @eggbutnotyolk and @kaiorik​ , Thank you for commenting and the support! <3

I won’t take so much of the space here.

Please enjoy part 2! :)

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“Far away, an ocean away. Where I won’t let you hurt me again.” – Loreen, Ocean Away.

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 “Don’t leave me.”

 “I won’t.”, You lied.

  Around 12 noon, you awoke from your bed. You around your room to see a note on the bedside cabinet,

“I will be meeting up with Kuina for just a bit.” – Chishiya. 

Then suddenly memories of last night came rushing back on your mind…

You’ll be leaving Chishiya.

Suddenly tears fell down your body, with the memories of last night, your talk with your uncles and after that with him… It was so fucked up on how much you doubt your plan right now. Is this how he can easily manipulate you into thinking things? 

Every night that you two have been together, his body is so warm that you love being with him, but the feelings he portrays, they lack emotions, it was so cold that she would give so much time and space. She would always wait for him to come to her instead.

The game that he plays is dangerous. He is willing to give up everything, even her.

*Flashback*

“Chishiya! Help me! I’m drowning!” you looked at the man you loved the most, he looked back with the coldest eyes that you have ever seen, then he took off.

You screamed loudly for his name, but he didn’t come back.

“Y/N!!!” you heard someone scream your name, hoping that it was Chishiya that he might just went and took some back up.

As you slowly went down, you felt someone pull you from the water, as you were place on land, you coughed hard and tears started to form from your eyes, it suddenly hurt to breathe in and out, but you needed to breathe.

You quickly look at the person who saved you. It was Arisu.

“Arisu…” You said as you slowly started to cry, you couldn’t even form any sentence right now with the outburst of feelings that you have inside, “I.. I thought… I… No…Chishiya… Why?” you tried to speak, as you looked into Arisu’s eyes for answers. You suddenly grabbed Arisu’s sleeves for support. You saw in his eyes that he was worried and pained with the panicked and crying form that you are in.

“Why?! Arisu… Arisu….? Chishiya… left me….”  You continue to break down, you let go of Arisu’s sleeve and you placed both hands on your face.

Arisu suddenly hugged you, “I’m sorry… This is all I could offer you.”

The sadness, dread, disappointment, and the pain are now mixing all in together. Now all you could think of is wishing that you died than suffering under Chishiya’s side.

 “why?” you said through tears with the only answer is pure silence.

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 “HATTER! HATTER! HATTER!” Everyone screamed and cheered their leader, who was leaving for a game with Aguni and you. Your uncle waved from the back seat and smiled at everybody for their immense support, 

While your Uncle Aguni drove the car, you sat on the passenger seat. While the car is slowly leaving the Beach’s premises. You through the crowd and saw him. 

He looked at you eye to eye, but you removed you eyes from his gaze. You didn’t want to leave him, but staying with him hurt a lot more. 

As your uncle Aguni drove off, you uncle Hatter looked at you, “don’t be sad, my child. I know that the beach has everything you need and can ever ask for this world. But, remember, if you need some space from the people within my walls, you can always go a different location.”

You nodded your head, “Thank you Uncle Hatter and Uncle Aguni.”

“Just a bit of wait. We’ll be out of this country and we can have our lives back.” Aguni said as he took a turn to the arena, a school building. 

“After this game, we will be driving you off to your hiding spot. It would be from the other side of Tokyo near Shibuya… We will keep track of you now and then. You will be joining games from the other side, just let us know what is going on, what games you played and what card you have received.” Hatter has explained, “And just to completely hide your identity from other players, you might need to change your hair color or maybe let you wear a mask.” 

“Anyways, the place that we have chosen is near a mall, but we would still be providing for you as promised once we visit you again.” Aguni added,

“Noted.” You answered, as you got out of the car. You opened the car door for you uncle and helped him out, “Uncle Hatter, having a hard time getting out of the car?”

“I’m almost at my 30’s dear. I’m getting old.” He joked, “Wish I could go back to the simpler days.”

You smiled, “30 is not old uncle. Besides, you are still so full of life.”

As your Uncle Aguni got out of the car, “By the way… I followed your plan.” He said while looking at Hatter, “As dangerous as it sounds, but I told Niragi about the plan.”

Niragi wasn’t a good person. You’ve had some issues with Niragi and his awful behavior. Your uncle Aguni has explained and made it very clear with Niragi that you cannot be touched by him in anyway. You two had a very civil talk once after a game where you saved him from being mauled by a tiger, because he lost bullets from his riffle.

He became honest with his feelings that he didn’t thought that someone would save him.

Later he opened up being bullied in class, being thrown by rocks and there is a point system in it. You would always remember his glasses were 50 points and his crotch area is 100 points. He didn’t have any friends at all and even if people would see him being beaten up, no one came to his aid.

 “I know that you don’t see me as your friend. But hiding from a sadistic silhouette won’t give you happiness. Yes, people are afraid of you, but that doesn’t ease the pain. I know, what they have done in the real world is wrong and un humane. But in the end of the day, you’re just human. We all have scars. And if you keep that inside, you’ll go insane… Actually, you are already. But, don’t go down further, Niragi. If you want someone to let out your outburst inside, I’m here.” 

“Why do you…. Why are you so nice?” he asked,

“I don’t know. But it’s all I can give right now. You deserve it, even if you think you don’t.”

 You kept his secrets, he’s still a douchebag with others after your encounter with him, but he became nice to you ever since. 

Chishiya didn’t like the closeness between you and Niragi. Sometimes, he would interrupt a conversation between you and Niragi.

“Y/n… “ Chishiya said, intervening the conversation you have with Niragi, “Let’s go.” Extending his hands to hold your hand, 

“Interrupting again? You make me angry, Chishiya. “, Niragi said with full annoyance, “Jealous, because your girlfriend is so fond of me?”

“hm….” Chishiya smirked, “I trust her that she won’t fall for someone who’s dumb witted as you.”

Things escalated very quickly, with Niragi pointing his riffle towards Chishiya’s head and Chishiya with his knife on Niragi’s neck,

“I’ll blow your head up, you fucker!” Niragi angrily said,

“Not if I slit your fucking throat.”

“STOP! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING!” You screamed, “Stop acting so fucking childish!”

They came to their senses and placed down their weapons, Niragi huffed with annoyance, he would have killed Chishiya if you didn’t stop him.

“I’ll go with Chishiya.” You looked towards Niragi, “I’m sorry Niragi. But I’ll talk again with you, okay? “

“Okay.” Niragi said in defeat. You touched his cheeks as a form of goodbye and then you left with Chishiya.

“Niragi knows about the plan?” you asked, looking through your uncle Hatter’s eyes,

“Yes. He’s like a back up that we have. He seems so fond of you, If ever that we can’t go towards your location due to meetings or maybe emergencies, we can secretly asked Niragi’s help.”

“Oh, at least… I have someone to talk to…” you said within you mind,

You started to walk with uncle to face the game that you will be all joining.

Hopefully, no one dies during this game.

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~Time Skip~

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 You three finished the game and was granted 6 days of visa. You all drove off near Shibuya, and they have sent you to your new location. It was a hotel, it was two blocks away from a mall, which can give you supplies for your stay here. 

You Uncle Aguni has handed you a walkie talkie, and tested it with his, Hatter and one of the Walkie for Niragi.

“You sure, you’ll be okay without us, dear?” Hatter asked once more,

You smiled, “Yes… I will be. I can talk to you any time with these walkie talkies. And If ever I’ll just give you a beep.” Then you hugged your uncle Hatter and then your Uncle Aguni.

“I know that you’re just keeping quiet, but you’ll miss me too, Uncle Aguni.” You teased, he smirked,

“Don’t get too cocky…” He said, but then he patted you gently on the head, “I would miss you…Just be careful here kid.”

“I will.” You smiled, after a few minutes, they were gone… Leaving you all alone.

Tears started to fall from your eyes, “I’m sorry, Chishiya…”

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 Everyone cheered on as Hatter and Aguni arrived, they chanted their names.

They went to the balcony and then Hatter raised his hands to stop the noise from the crowd below him.

He removed his sunglasses and he acted devastated…with tears on his eyes, he opened his mouth to speak.

“Thank you… Thank you for being happy that Aguni and I have come safe and sound from the war that we have joined tonight…” he said then stopped, he was now hearing whispers asking on where you are.

“You might have noticed that when we left, we have brought our precious y/n… We have a terrible news to tell… A death of an executive has happened… the death of our sweet child, y/n…”

Everybody went silent shocked to hear that one of the best players have died.

“She sacrificed her life for us… But…” Hatter wiped his fake tears on his face, “We will not let her death go in vain… We promised that we would complete the cards and in the end; we will survive this country and get out of this soon on her behalf. We need you all to fulfill this promise for her not just for her but also for yourselves…”

Unknown to everybody, a person on the floor above the balcony has been watching the whole scene, Chishiya, who has heard the news, ran towards your room. Thinking that this might me a sick joke that Hatter has brought to everybody.

But he was greeted by an empty room.

He tried to search everywhere, but you were gone. 

He stopped looking for you and he went in front of your room door again.

He has mixed feeling about everything, he placed his hand to his chest. He felt a different kind of loneliness inside his chest.

“What would you do If I suddenly got lost or disappeared?” He remembers your question last night.

“This might be some sick joke…” he whispered to himself, “It’s impossible for you to die… not now.” As he was about to leave your door step, he saw Aguni walking towards him,

“Interesting.” He heard Aguni said while walking towards him, “what are you doing here?”

“I was just passing by.” Chishiya kept a straight face, “why did you let her die?”

Aguni smirked, “Caring now, Cheshire? It doesn’t suit you at all.”

“Hm.” Chishiya didn’t speak, but instead let Aguni walk by past him.

When Aguni was already 1 feet away from Chishiya, “Don’t fake it too much…  Isn’t this what you wanted? To see her dead? That’s why you left her in one of the games?”

Chishiya turned around to answer his question, but Aguni was gone.

 “Don’t leave me…”

 “Why?” Chishiya asked to nobody as he remembers you..

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[TBC]

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

serendipity // bucky barnes

PART THREE

Summary: You end up stuck in 1942 without a way to come back, but when you meet the young and charming version of Bucky Barnes, do you really want to go back to the present?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 981

Warnings: reader is a bitch, mentions of pietro, mentions of the events in civil war,  wanda needs a hug, angst, 

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @coffee-books-music​ for proofreading this!

divider by @firefly-graphics​

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The following nights you kept sneaking out to meet with Bucky. At first he had asked you why you couldn’t meet during the day but you brushed it off and made some lame excuse you doubted he believed, but he didn’t push it, he enjoyed spending time with you and he would take whatever you gave him.

Although you thought you were being sneaky and stealthy, you couldn’t be more wrong. Wanda caught you, more than one time, and she had had enough of your childish and reckless behavior, so this time she confronted you before you could walk out of the door.

“Where are you going?” You turned to look at her, and you had the same face as a deer caught in the headlights. “You’re going to see him again, aren’t you?”

“Wanda, I-” You began, but your friend didn’t let you finish your sentence.

“We talked about this, Y/N,” she raised her voice. “Why can’t you, for once, stop and think about the consequences of your actions?” Wanda had never been this mad, at least not with you. She loved you, but you also drove her insane sometimes. It was already time for you to grow up and stop acting like a kid. You couldn’t go around doing whatever you wanted. And it was already time you learned that, even if it had to be the hard way.

And although your friend only wanted the best for you, you didn’t interpret it that way, and so you snapped at her. “You are going to talk to me about the consequences of my actions?” Your voice, although not loud, was filled with anger. “You’re the last person to give me lessons, Wanda.” Your rage made you blind. You assumed you were right. “What about that building you devastated in Lagos, huh? People died, Wanda, and it was your fault… And what about Sokovia, huh? You couldn’t even save your own brother.” You regretted everything as soon as it left your mouth, but it was too late. The harm already was done.

You saw the look on your best friend’s face. Disappointment. Sadness. Betrayal. She would have expected such words from anyone, but not from you. And that’s what hurt her the most.

You didn’t have time to apologize; she didn’t say anything, she didn’t yell, she didn’t snap back at you… she didn’t look at you. She just left the room.

One more time, you fucked up.

You were sitting on a bench in a park, waiting for Bucky. He had mentioned to you the previous night that he had a surprise for you, and although you were excited about what he had prepared for you, the earlier fight with Wanda had dropped all your excitement.

“Well, aren’t you the most beautiful dame in all of Brooklyn?” Bucky had a big smile plastered on his face, you tried to return it, not wanting to ruin this night for him. However, in the few days you had shared together, he got to know you, and he knew that the smile you gave him was a fake one.

“What’s wrong?” he worriedly asked, placing himself next to you on the bench.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked at him. “Have you been crying?” He saw your eyes burning eyes, and he brushed the wetness on your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’m a horrible person.”

“No, of course not.”

Bucky wanted to reassure you, but nothing of what he would say was going to make you feel better, because you knew you were right. You were a horrible person. You deserved little tenderness from him. You hurt him. Pretty bad. More than once. And you only hoped that when you would get back home, he would forgive you. And you not only hurt him, but Wanda too. 

Wanda, who always had been by your side. She would stay up long nights, holding you while you cried. She supported you, always. Even when you had the craziest ideas… like the one that brought you here. But she had never judged you. And the way you repaid her was by telling her in her face such awful things. Things you knew that still hurt her, and things you had reassured her a million times by telling her that it wasn’t her fault.

“What happened?”

“I- I said horrible things to my friend,” You started crying again. “and I really hurt her.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, in an attempt to soothe you.

“She’s never going to forgive me.”

“Don’t say that,” Bucky didn’t know what had happened between you and your friend, but he and Steve had argued thousands of times and they were still friends... they were like brothers, always had each other’s back. “I’m sure you would talk about it and everything will be fine again,”

“You don’t understand,” You pulled away and faced him “You didn’t see the look on her face. She hates me now,”

He cupped your face in his hands. “She doesn’t hate you. Whatever happened, it will get better,”

“If you knew what I said, you would hate me too,”

“I would never hate you,” he replied instantly, no doubt in his voice “You have me wrapped around your finger, doll.” he chuckled lightly, and it made you smile a little.

“There’s that smile,” he beamed. You didn’t know how he did it, but even in the worst times, he could make the pain and sadness go away and make you smile.

He got up from the bench and extended his hand for you to take it, “Where are we going?” you asked. 

“I told you I had a surprised for you,”

“But you never told me what it was.”

“That’s kind of the point of surprises,” he interlocked his fingers with yours and started walking.