#i needed something that can calm me down but excite me and aside from playing game i found this

[peppymintdreams]

What If Luca Didn’t Go to the Party

This is my first ever Zsakuva Fanfic so bear with me on this 🙏🏿

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It was a late Saturday evening. Luca was lying in his dorm room, staring at the ceiling and feeling empty. He had finished all he needed to do, and all that was left was to relax. He had been invited to a party but didn’t feel like going. What would he even do at a party? It came as a shock when someone actually invited him; it must’ve been a joke to get a reaction out of him—who knows? The night was quiet, aside from the occasional ventilation turning on and off, the faint sounds of upbeat music echoing across the campus, and moans of couples haunting the hallways. Here he was, alone in his bed.

Deciding to make a stand, he put on his nice clothes and headed for the door, determined to make his presence known at the university. But when his hand touched the door, something changed. Visions of doubt, insecurities, and the years of bullying he’d endured flooded his mind. He wanted to be strong; he wanted to try something new, but the pain was just too much to handle. What was he to do—stay home and let his insecurities and doubts win, or let himself be free? It took everything in his power to keep his hand on the doorknob and turn it fully. He was almost there, the door beginning to open, his vision starting to blur. It felt like time was running out if he didn’t make a decision. In the end… he shut the door and locked it.

“Weak,” that’s all he could hear in his head. A weak person, he thought. He lay down on the sofa, turned the TV on, and watched whatever was playing, tears streaming down his face. What was he to become if he couldn’t even muster up the courage to just be a person?

His phone lit up with a notification from his mom. She was his safe place, the person he could turn to whenever something went wrong and he didn’t know the answer. He called her and waited as the line buzzed. “Hello,” she said, her voice like a cloud—so soft and welcoming.

“Mom, I—” he stuttered, tears rolling down his face.

“Hey, honey!” she spoke with excitement; just getting a call from her son made her day, judging by the silence and occasional weeping on the other line. “What’s wrong, baby?” Anytime Luca was sad or upset, his parents were there for him, no matter what giant missile life threw at him.

“Mom, I don’t know what to do,” he began to cry, his voice cracking, He had explained to her about his invite to the party and what just happened and the meltdown he had.

“Aww, baby, it’s okay to not know the answer.” Hearing his mom understand him relaxed him, calming his breath. “Sweetheart, I understand how you’re feeling. It’s completely normal to be scared about going to a party, especially when you’re unsure of what to expect. Remember, it’s okay to feel nervous.”

His breath hitched; he began to hiccup. “Maybe you could talk to a friend who’s going and see how they feel about it?” Thinking about what she said, he realized he didn’t really have any friends in university or anywhere in London. So, what was the next best option?

“Think about what you might enjoy about the party—like meeting new people or having fun with friends. If you decide to go, just be yourself. And if you feel uncomfortable at any point, it’s okay to leave. Your feelings matter, and I’m here to support you, no matter what you choose.”

He began to calm down. Just a couple of minutes ago, it felt like the weight of the world was crashing down on him, but hearing his mother’s voice was enough to wash away everything. He wanted to change the topic to avoid the emotional roller coaster he had just thrown at her, but then he heard a door open and a heavy grunt—Luca’s dad was home.

“I have to go, Luca; your father just got back from the store. But we can talk tomorrow. Does that sound good?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Luca replied. There was nothing more he enjoyed than unwinding with his mother; she always had the right answer.

“Mom, I do have one more thing to say.” There was something that had been bothering him lately, and he needed the answer to free his mind. “Can it wait until tomorrow, dear? Your father appears to be struggling.” Disappointed, he reluctantly agreed.

“Of course, Mom,” he said sadly. Judging by his tone, his mom could tell he wanted to talk but couldn’t stop himself from waiting. His father did have a bad back.

“Well, okay. I have to go. Mommy and Daddy love you very much, Luca. Kisses,” she said.

“I love you too, Mom.” She hung up as soon as he responded; she was in a rush. He understood his parents had their own lives, but they always made time for him.

Turning off his phone, Luca made up his mind. Grabbing his laptop that was still on the coffee table, he looked for available flights home after his graduation. There was no one he had to stay with; he didn’t have friends here, and he wasn’t in a relationship this town wouldn’t miss him. Luca let out a heavy breath and flipped through the channels, trying to relax. “I’m here,” he thought. He felt comfortable. Soon, in the next few months, he’d be home—there’s no place like home.

Not more than a couple of miles away, a lonely person stood next to a table full of drinks. They seemed dazed and confused. “Ayo ___, come and dance with me,” a friend said. Looking at them, they replied, “Meh, I don’t know.”

Their friend looked at them, concerned. “Yo ___, you alright? You seem troubled.” They were troubled; something didn’t feel right. He took their hand, wrapping his other arm around their waist, twirling them to him. Nothing else mattered but having ___ someone he longed to hold in his arms, someone he was now face to face with, just a few inches apart.

“I don’t know; I just have a weird feeling,” they said, backing up and looking around.

“Feeling? Like what?” he asked.

“Like someone was supposed to be here…”

[anantaru]

do you think kaveh would like women? asking bc i keep seeing ppl say kaveh would only be interested in men and i’m a woman who rlly likes him and i’m feeling particularly sensitive today 😭 u dont have to answer (ofc!) i just felt like asking you bc i like you and your thoughts

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ASK BUT KAVEH LIKES YOU FOR YOU, HE LIKES AND LOVES YOU AND CHERISHES YOU 💓 i think i already said something similar but no sexuality is confirmed (PSPSPSPSO THEY ARE NOT and it's okay to have headcanons and opinions just don't push them down someone's throat)

and people desperately trying to ruin a ship for others because they do not agree on it is just insanity to me. again, kaveh and others are pixels, they aren't real and you can headcanon them however you like and kaveh (or any other character) likes you because of you, you can write them how you want and imagine them how you want 🙇🏻‍♀️ if anybody actually gets mad at this they automatically confirm to me that they do not have other things to worry about besides fighting over a pixel in a video game that should bring joy and comfort and a way to escape from real life struggles at least for a little while 💓

[eggtartz]

✧ 23th October ✧

Sanzu Haruchiyo // Breaking The Doll (f! sugar baby reader)

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warnings : lost of virginity, implied bimbo reader, implied overstimulation

your pink hairband twisted as your hair turned into a ponytail as you sitting in front of the mirror in satisfaction. you combed your hair neatly, placing a little ribbon and hair clips as well. "haru, do i look okay?" you turned your sugar daddy of six months. he looked up from his phone and smiled "you look good, baby. you should use the lipstick i bought you the other day, i like the color on your lips" he said.

a few months back, you were a struggling college student who desperately needed money so in coincidence, he offered to be your sugar daddy. in return, he wanted you to be his company. despite the weird looks and opinions of your relationship, you and sanzu had a quite stable relationship that hasn't evolved anywhere yet. not even sex.

"haru, how come you never want to have sex with me?" you pouted, playing with your hair "is it because i'm too young for you?" you asked again. he smiled warmly "do you want to? i'm not sure if that's what you really want, losing your virginity hurts you know?" he huskily whispered the last sentence that made send a jolt to your core. "i mean.. if it's you, i don't think it would hurt, would it?"

oh, you were a brat and a temptress mixed up in one luscious body. sanzu had to grip on the chair he's sitting on to stay calm and gentle, making you afraid and panic isn't one of his goals. "well, it would still." he said "but we can start slow, do you want that?" your face instantly lit up and you hopped in excitement "let's have sex!" you squealed, sanzu having to hide his erection.

sanzu was intending to be gentle but hell, the sight of your pink skirt hitched to your waist and your pastel panties he has bought last week already slightly damp is making him dizzy. all he wants is bury his face into your pussy that would definitely frighten you so he slowly caressed your covered cunt, making you whine. "a-ah, haruu.."

sanzu was going to break you slow, build you up again and repeat the same process because you were so pretty, so enticing. "patience.." his tone was stern, one hand on your lower lips and one ever so slightly tapping your clit. he could see the cotton panties you're wearing are getting wetter as he smirked. he bought one finger, inserting slowly to your still covered pussy. he wasn't doing direct penetration, only enough to make you frustrated.

"so wet, baby. soiling all over your panties, huh?" he chuckled, making sure to caress your sensitive bud and you started to pant. "n-no.. p-please.. need something inside.." you mewled sweetly.

however sanzu shook his head "no baby, we agreed to do it slowly. have your dumb, little brain forgot that?" he teased as your toes curl, wetness pooling the center of your panties. the dampness was apparent as sanzu pulled out his long cock from his pants. you drooled at the sight of it but he held you down "nu-uh, not today sweet doll" he cooed.

he tapped the head on your soiled panties as you jolted at the sensation, his hard dick making barely any friction towards your pussy. it was something else and you imagined how good it must feel when it's inside. "haru.. need it.. please.. promise it won't hurt" you bit your lip.

sanzu was quiet as he pushed your panty aside, inserting his hard rod in the fabric and caressed your lower lips with his slit. he teased, making sure to coat his cock with your precum. he slowly thrusted againts your entrance, not making any penetration yet. "harruuu! put it in!" you whimpered, rocking your hips

"patience, i said we'll take it slow" he hissed. you let out breathy moans as you felt his head barely grazing your heat, just barely making friction. you're losing your mind, your senses as you feel like you'd do anything for at least an inch of his dick. "haru please.. just the tip? please?" your eyes were teary as drooled dribbled down ok your chin, your nose was sniffling as your neat hair earlier has already loosened up.

sanzu was endeared, the sight of his broken doll was enough for him to finally give her what she wants. "just the tip" he said, slowly penetrating your hymen and into your cunt. it was deep shallow thrusts but you were moaning, your voice cracked as you smiled. "ah! so good! i wanna have sex with you everyday haruuu! everyday!" you squealed as he thrusted inside, giving your virgin pussy a stretch as he rubbed your clit to help you loosen up.

"pretty doll. you're mine, you hear that? so pretty, all for me" he said, a tinge of sadist in his voice but you didn't cared. you could feel the head of his cock barging into your insides as you felt yourself drowning, tongue lolled out in pure lust. "damn it! so pretty, all broken for me!" sanzu grunted, adding his pace as your thighs cramped and your cunt tighten. "cumming!" you joyfully announced as sanzu pulled out his cock, spraying white cum on your panties.

he smiled with satisfaction with your dazed face, as you twitched and babbled words. "haruu.. haru.." you mumbled. he kissed your forehead, softly caressing your body. "you did well, baby"

[squerlly]

Fair Exchange Chapter 7

---"its hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember"--

Alastor x (F! doe wife reader)

The Doe-----------------------------------------------------

I was downstairs talking to Niffty, we had recently just cleaned the lobby and were taking a break. this past week has been calm, Alastor has been in a good mood and Charlie was upstairs getting ready for a meeting with heaven.

the door bursts open and I turn to see Angel walk through looking rough, he plops down on the couch with a huff and I walk over "Angel are you alright?" "Val had me doing overtime on a fucken whim, twice" "Well maybe I-" The wall explodes and I turn to see a woman in white and pink holding a bomb "Whattup hoes!!" Angel shoots up with an excited look on his face "Cherri Bomb? long time no see baby~"

"It's been fucken forever" She tosses a bomb to Charlie who walked over to see what was going on "Nope gimme that!" vaggie snatches it and throws it outside. "It's nice to see ya Cherri but I'm too tired" "You can sleep when your double dead fuckhead! you need a recharge a re-.. reinvigoration a re-" "responsible night on the town! That is a great idea" Charlie introduces herself and calls everyone for a night out together.

"Charlie I don't think-... I-.. er... I'll be right back" I rush upstairs to Alastors office knocking on the door, his shadow opens the door with a grin so wide it looks painful. he looks up from his paperwork and sets it aside "Yes my dear?" "uhm Charlie wants us to go out with Angel and everyone else for a night out but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea and I-" "yes"

I looked at him dumbfounded "y-your... I- can go!" "yes dear, you're grown you can make decisions on your own, my only concern is your safety. As long as Husk is going, he knows that if something happens to you I will have his head" he emphasizes the threat, proving his point "Alright alright, please don't be harsh on him and I'll be back later"

I rushed downstairs to catch up with the others, I waved off Charlie as she jumped into the portal for heaven tossing vaggie in with her. Pentious comes out soon after spitting and throwing his glass on the floor "Pentious, really!!? we just cleaned!"

at the club I sat next to Husk, sir Pentiouses bought everyone a drink and I picked something small. everyone stood around a table downing drink after drink while I stood next to Niffty, who had too much for the night and began cleaning the place. she runs around waisted and Angel goes after her "God Nif why are you bein such a mess!!" Niffty starts crying and Angel tries to comfort her.

"Hey, you wanna go play with the fuzzy animals..." "Y-yeah..." Angel brings her over and places her in between Husk and I while she plays with my tail and His wings "Oh what the fuck" "Just let her she's wasted" Husk huffs and Niffty sits on my shoulder while we follow Angel around.

Cherri and Angel talk about drinking more often while I sit and watch Niffty "The hotel isn't the problem in his life It's-" "Valentino" "Yeah" "No... Valentino!" He says pointing at Valentino who sits at a booth with two other girls next to him. we were about to leave when Niffty went missing again, heading straight for Valentino's booth. Angel and I run after her pushing past the crowds of people, barely catching up to her.

Angel hands Niffy to me, ushering me away to stand with the other while he talks to Val "You ain't fucking with any of my friends so once again fuck off!" Val gives him a harsh slap causing him to fall onto the ground with blood dripping down his nose. Angry I get an Idea and whisper down to Niffty "Hey Nif, you see that fluffy moth guy" She looks at me with a nod "I know how much you like bugs, why don't you go add him to your collection~" She chuckles darkly and hops out of my arms, crawling up Val's back and ripping out some of his fur. she comes back to me with a trophy and I set her on my head while we leave the club "Nice job Nif."

we walk back to the hotel, Niffty waving the fur in triumph, and Husk looking at us like we were crazy. we walked through the hotel doors and I set Niffty down to let her run off, my face felt hot but I wasn't drunk just a bit red in the face. I walked upstairs to go and check on Alastor, I opened the door not bothering to knock. I'm certain he would know I was the only one who would dare walk into his room without knocking.

Alastor turns his head with a crack and out of all the things he does that's the one thing that creeps me out. I hold in a grimace as I walk in "I was out a bit later than I wanted to be, sorry I wasn't there to prepare your dinner" "Don't worry about it darling did you at least enjoy yourself?" He stands and walks up to me, the book in his hand disappearing with a green hue "Your face is flushed, perhaps a bit too much to drink..."

he holds my chin like he's inspecting me and I don't bother resisting, with claws as sharp as diamonds he handles me like glass. it's odd... he never steps so close, he never touches me, and yet his touch is so gentle so comforting. he moves his hand higher, cupping my cheek and I lean into it without thinking, the effects of alcohol throwing my rationale thinking out the window. I didn't drink that much two glasses maybe three?

I close my eyes and the dreadful static that once constantly emitted from him turned into a soft radio buzz lulling me to sleep. I feel lifted off my feet before I finally give in to the exhaustion, waking up the next morning in my bed... with a splitting headache... and a dead rose beautifully dried on my nightstand.

I have been procrastinating this so much because when I lose motivation to write I tend to half-ass it so I waited. I know this is super short but that is mainly because I only wrote the perspective of Alastor and the reader otherwise the court with heaven would have added like 2000 words to it. Anyway, chapter 8 is being made as I am posting this and I apologize for my late updates and Have a wonderful day/night love you all!!!

-squerlly

@strippezzz @charlottesskiss @kimmis-stuff @pooplyface1423 @sakuraluna2468

[nurse-buckley]

Just a silly Buck x autistic!reader because I had a big autistic meltdown the other day. No title because I am lazy and burnt out.

You hadn’t had the best day at work, and when that happened, you knew you likely weren’t in for a good night. Already overwhelmed and overstimulated, you knew one little thing could set you over the edge. Still, you were excited for a night with Buck and a few days off work.

You got the ingredients out of the fridge for chili, something home-cooked and comforting for you both to enjoy. You put on your noise-canceling headphones, played your favorite playlist, and began chopping the ingredients. Everything felt okay, and you felt yourself slowly decompressing and relaxing.

Buck had come in halfway through your ingredient prep and gave you a kiss on the cheek before he went to shower off the grime of his own shift. You placed some bread rolls on the cooking sheet and put them in the oven. The food smelled amazing, and you wanted nothing more than to just be in your comfortable clothes with the man you loved on the sofa, tucking into the meal.

As you knew all too well, though, things don’t always go to plan. The timer for the bread went off, and you grabbed it from the oven, placing it aside as you stirred the chili, trying not to let anything burn. You grabbed the bowls out of the cupboard, setting them down ready to plate up.

As you turned to grab the bread, you completely forgot how hot the cooking sheet was. The shock that the burn sent through your body sent you over the edge. Everything felt too much—the tightness of the headphones over your ears, the music that was doing well to drown out your emotions was now too loud, too overwhelming. You ripped your headphones off your ears, shaking your hands as if it would cool down the burn and take away the stinging sensation. You fell to the floor with a scream, the only way you felt you could get out your emotions that were bubbling up inside, feeling like too much and only adding to your overwhelm.

Buck heard the loud clutter followed by your scream and a thud. His heart was in his throat as he raced towards the kitchen where the commotion had come from. He saw you sitting on the floor, back against the counter, rocking back and forth gently with tears streaming down your face; short gasps coming from your lips. Buck could see the pan on the floor and the bread rolls strewn all over the kitchen from where you’d dropped the pan, and he had an idea of what had happened. He turned off the stove, moving the pan from the heat quickly before he knelt down in front of you.

You were too far gone to even notice he was there until you heard his soft voice breaking through. “Y/N, sweetheart? Talk to me. What happened?”

You looked up at him, unable to catch a breath as you held out your hand towards him. He could see the red blister already forming on your hand and looked at you with a soft expression.

“Can I touch you?” He held his palms towards you, keeping his voice low and gentle as he waited for your confirmation. You nodded, despite the overwhelm you needed someone to hold you, someone to ground you and help you regulate when you got like this. He knew he wanted to get a look at your hand first but he also knew he needed to get you calm and gain your trust before he could. He knew you were in a fragile state right now and while the burn needed treatment, you needed him more right now.

“Come here,” Buck held you in a bone-crushing hug. Something he found that often worked when your mind and body were so overwhelmed like this. His warm and solid body against yours, the grounding pressure of his hug and the smell of him had you relax a little. He kept his breathing even, which was easy for you to follow. You could hear the soft beat of his heart against your ear and the low vibration of his voice in his chest as he murmured words of comfort to you.

“There we go.”

“Breathe…”

“I’ve got you.”

You didn’t know how long he held you there for, but you didn’t care. Once he felt you relax a little in his arms, Buck softened his grip on you to get a look at your face. “Feel better?” You didn’t want to speak. You were too tired and always felt awful after a meltdown. You nodded your response, causing Buck to crack a small smile and place a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Would it be okay if I took a look at your hand?” Your eyes widened a little as you clutched your hand closer to your chest. The last thing you wanted was to have any sort of medical attention or more pain and discomfort, but the logical side of you also knew that he needed to look.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” Buck encouraged, holding out a hand. You slowly reached out your hand and placed it in his and allowed him to turn your wrist gently to get a good look at the burn. “Okay. It’s not too bad, but we need to run it under some cold water and put some burn gel.”

“What about dinner? I ruined it…” you said, getting a look at the mess of bread and crumbs on the floor and the smoking pot of chili that you knew by the smell had burnt.

Buck could see you beating yourself up and getting in your head again and was quick to stop you. “You didn’t ruin anything sweetheart. It happens; you’re not to blame.”

He guided you to the bathroom with a protective hand around your waist and sat you on the edge of the bathtub as he turned on the faucet and held your hand underneath. You hissed and tried to pull your hand away but Buck’s hold was firm but gentle as he held it in place, “I know sweetheart. I’m sorry.” After you’d held your hand under the running water for long enough, Buck gently patted your hand dry and applied a layer of the burn cream and bandaid to hold it in place.

He helped you to your feet and guided you to the sofa, placing a soft blanket over your lap. “I’m going to clean up and then we’re going to get take out, ice cream and watch a movie cuddled up together. How does that sound?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. It wasn’t the perfect night the two of you had planned, but it wasn’t over yet and you were going to try not to let anything else ruin it. With Buck by your side, that’s all you needed.

[redroomreflections]

Threads of A Promise - The Loud House One Shot

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

This is a story directly tied to my fic The Loud House on a03

W/c:6.2k

Summary: Natasha and R are a few years into marriage and experience loss and grief.

Note: this is a glimpse into their earlier years of marriage. a time R has mentioned before.

Trigger warning: mentions of blood. miscarriage. pregnancy

Note: This is a super angsty one-shot. 

"Yes, I've already informed Mr. Davis about the new evidence. We'll review it before the meeting at 10 a.m.," You said, your voice calm and efficient. "Thank you, Susan. See you then." You confirmed as you stood at the counter, slicing fresh vegetables for your breakfast scramble, while Natasha stirred eggs and bacon in a sizzling pan. The smell of cooking filled the air, blending with the quiet sounds of the slow morning routine. You glanced up from your chopping, a small smile on your lips. You loved watching her concentrate on something as simple as cooking. 

“I have back-to-back meetings today,” You sighed as you set your cell phone on the counter. 

“Sounds like a busy morning,” Natasha commented as she reached into the fridge to grab bell peppers for you to dice. You hum in acknowledgment. You passed her the things you’d already chopped to get started on something else. 

"I’m heading to the shelter after work today," You said casually. "They need extra hands for the evening shift."

Natasha turned, a curious look on her face. "Volunteering again? You don’t quit," she said. "You’re going to tire yourself out.” 

You paused, realizing how packed your schedule had become lately. "I know, but it’s important to me," you replied, glancing at Natasha with guilt. "And it’s just a few hours. I’ll be home before dinner. Brandon has Willow for the day. We’re free tonight."

Natasha nodded, her expression softening. "I know you care. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too."

You smiled gratefully at her, appreciating her understanding. "I won’t forget.”

“Speaking of not forgetting, you’ve set time aside for the insemination appointment tomorrow, right?” Natasha turned off the stove, maneuvering around you to place an omelet on each plate.

“Insemination appointment?” You narrowed your eyes, a flicker of concern crossing your face. “Right, what time is that again?” you asked, trying to hide the uncertainty in your voice. 

Natasha paused, noticing your hesitation. She reached over to gently squeeze your hand. “It’s at 9 a.m. I mentioned it last week, remember?”

You nodded slowly, the memory coming back to you. “Right, 9 a.m.,” You repeated, trying to reassure both Natasha and yourself. “It’s stored up here.” You knocked on your head. You grabbed a protein shake from the fridge and cracked it open. Natasha watched you for a few seconds more. 

“You don’t sound so enthused about it,” She pointed out. “It’s not like you to forget something as important as that. If you’re having second thoughts about us having a baby we can-” 

Natasha’s words hung in the air, her concern palpable. You paused, setting down the protein shake and turning to face her fully. The mix of emotions — nerves, excitement, and a touch of apprehension — played across your features.

“It’s not that,” You began softly, reaching out to take Natasha’s hands in yours. “I want this more than anything. It’s just… everything feels so overwhelming sometimes. Between work, volunteering, and now this…” Your voice trailed off, unsure how to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling inside you. “This being our second round. It just feels…” You stepped closer to her as she reached out her arms for you. 

Natasha’s expression softened, her thumb gently stroking your hand. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” she said quietly, her love and understanding evident in her eyes.

You shook your head, squeezing her hands reassuringly. “No, I am ready. I know I am. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?” You admitted, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you spoke your truth. “I want this for us. We talked about it.”

“And it was my idea in the first place,” Natasha mentioned. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. If a baby isn’t something you want we can just shelve it or reschedule.” 

Natasha’s voice was calm and steady, her concern evident as she watched you closely. Her willingness to accommodate your feelings touched you deeply. 

“I appreciate that,” You replied sincerely, your eyes meeting hers with gratitude. “But I want this, Natasha. I really do. I may be nervous, but I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”

Natasha smiled warmly, pulling you into a tight hug. “Then that’s all that matters,” she murmured against your ear, her arms holding you close.

“I will be at the appointment,” You said pointedly as you pulled away. You sat on the stool right next to her. 

“What appointment?” Brandon your brother asked as he carried a half-dressed Willow into the kitchen. He shook his head. He didn’t have the time to question it. He reached over to your plate, scooping a mouthful of eggs.“Sorry, we’re running late for preschool. I have class in about forty minutes so we have to rush. Can one of you tell her to put her shoes on?” He begged knowing she would listen to you. 

“Hi, Mama,” Willow waved as Brandon set her down on her feet. She raced straight for Natasha and held her arms out expectantly. 

Natasha smiled warmly, scooping Willow up into her arms. “Hey, sweetie! Let’s get those shoes on, okay?”

You chuckled softly, watching the familiar scene unfold. “We’ve got it covered, Brandon. Go ahead, we’ll take care of the shoes and school.”

Brandon nodded gratefully, quickly grabbing his things before heading toward the door. “Thanks, guys! See you later, Willow. Love you!”

“Bye, Daddy!” Willow called out cheerfully, wiggling her toes as Natasha gently slipped on her shoes.

Natasha glanced over at you with a fond smile. “Looks like we’re on shoe duty,” she teased gently, her eyes sparkling with affection. 

You nodded, feeling a warm sense of contentment settle over you as you helped Willow get ready for her day. Moments like these reminded you of the family you were building together. Soon there would be two little people running around. It didn’t sound so bad. 

***********

"I know you've been worried," You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "About whether I'm still... in this."

Natasha tightened her hold on you, rubbing her fingers across your bare skin. "I... I just want this so much for us," she admitted quietly. 

"Natasha, I am in this," You reassured, your words steady and earnest. "I want a baby too. You’ve never had to convince me. Not truly. Having a family with you is a dream. Whatever that looks like for us. We will get there.” 

Natasha rested her chin on your shoulder, her breath warm against your neck. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "It's just... sometimes I worry that I'm not doing enough, that I can't give you everything you deserve."

"You give me everything," You said firmly, your eyes locking with Natasha's. "I don’t want you to doubt yourself or worry.” 

Natasha pressed a kiss to your forehead. She felt more at ease about this entire thing. 

*************

Coming to the doctor’s office isn’t always the breath of fresh air you wish it to be. You dislike hospitals and by extension this clinic. The examination room is cool and sterile, the hum of medical equipment a constant background noise. You lay on the padded table, your hand clasped tightly in Natasha's. You tried to think on the bright side of all this. You would be pregnant. There would be a happy baby with your skin and Natasha’s smile. Your treasure at the end of the rainbow. 

Dr. Patel entered the room, her demeanor calm and professional. "Y/n, Natasha, good to see you both," she greeted warmly. "Are you ready to get started?"

You nodded, your grip on Natasha's hand tightening slightly. "Yes, we're ready."

Natasha gave you an encouraging smile. "We're in this together," she whispered, kissing your knuckles. All you needed was her comfort right now. 

Dr. Patel moved to the end of the table, preparing the necessary instruments. "This will be a quick procedure," she explained. "I’ll walk you through each step as we go."

You took a deep breath, focusing on Natasha's reassuring presence by her side. "We've got this," you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.

Natasha leaned in closer, her thumb gently stroking your hand. "We do," she affirmed softly.

You took another deep breath as the nurse positioned the ultrasound equipment on your abdomen. The cool gel and gentle pressure of the transducer were a familiar sensation, grounding you in the moment. This was the easy part. 

After a bunch of medical stuff you’d rather not remember you could hear the murmur of the staff talking with each other. 

"The embryos are ready," the embryologist announced, handing the catheter containing the precious cargo to Dr. Patel.

She began the procedure, her movements precise and efficient. "I'm going to insert the catheter now," she explained. "You might feel a little pressure, but it shouldn’t be painful."

You nodded, your eyes never leaving Natasha's. As the procedure progressed, the room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading away. It was just the two of you, your hopes and dreams intertwined in this pivotal moment.

Natasha leaned closer, her voice a soothing whisper. "We’re almost there, love. Just breathe."

You nodded, her grip tightening as Dr. Patel carefully inserted the catheter through your cervix and into your uterus. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the ultrasound machine, as everyone focused on the delicate task.

After a few minutes, Dr. Patel finished the insemination and stepped back. "All done," she said with a reassuring smile. "Now we wait. I’ll schedule a follow-up appointment in two weeks to check on everything."

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. "The second time’s the charm right?” You felt Natasha’s gentle kiss against your forehead. 

*********

Two lines. Two. The test was positive. Pregnant. Natasha’s baby was inside you. You were pregnant. The thought left you breathless and giddy. Here you were at home on a Monday afternoon, the only time you'd get alone in the house, staring at two pregnancy tests. You’d waited three weeks. It was hard to satiate Natasha's curiosity, but you wanted to be sure this time. And now, here you were, with two sticks confirming your dreams. You slid down onto the bathroom floor, overwhelmed. You could hardly believe it. There was a baby inside you.

There are so many people you want to call right now but you’d rather keep it to yourself. You want Natasha to be the first person to know. 

“Oh God!” You gasped, holding the sticks in your hands. You’re going to be a mom. You’re going to have a baby. There’s life growing inside of you.

A whirlwind of emotions surged through you—excitement, joy, and a touch of anxiety. The reality of it all was immense. Would you be a good mother? Could you balance your career and this new life you were bringing into the world? The questions swirled in your mind, but the overwhelming feeling was one of pure, unadulterated happiness.

You thought about Natasha's reaction. Her eyes lit up, her hands gently touching your stomach, the way she would pull you into a tight embrace, whispering promises of a beautiful future together. The thought made your heart swell with love and anticipation.

You stood up slowly, still clutching the pregnancy tests, and looked at your reflection in the mirror. A wide smile spread across your face, despite the tears that began to blur your vision. This was real. This was happening. You were going to be a mom. You and the love of your life are going to have a baby. 

*********

So you may have gone overboard with preparation. You only had a few hours until Natasha was home, but you wanted to make this special. You’d traveled to Target and then a few other stores to find the perfect little trinkets for a pregnancy announcement. 

Back home, you laid out your finds on the kitchen table: a tiny pair of Avengers-themed baby booties, the two pregnancy tests you’d taken earlier, and a baby onesie that read "Future Avenger in Training." You smiled, knowing how much Natasha would love the references. 

You set to work, arranging everything in a cute gift box. You carefully wrapped the baby booties in tissue paper and placed them at the bottom. On top, you added the pregnancy tests. Finally, you laid the onesie on top, its message visible as soon as the box was opened.

As you worked, a wave of excitement washed over you, momentarily pushing aside your earlier anxiety. This was your moment, and you wanted it to be perfect. You added a note to the box, written in your neatest handwriting:

"To my amazing wife, the strongest Avenger, and soon-to-be mom. I can't wait to embark on this incredible journey with you. Love, y/n."

With the box prepared, you set it in the living room, positioning it where Natasha would see it as soon as she walked in. You took a step back, admiring your handiwork. It was simple yet heartfelt, and you knew Natasha would appreciate the thought and effort you put into it.

Now, all that was left to do was wait. You glanced at the clock, feeling the minutes tick by slowly. Your heart raced with anticipation as you imagined Natasha's reaction. Would she cry? Laugh? Probably both, knowing her.

Finally, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening. Natasha was home. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you prepared to share the most wonderful news. You could hear the subtle footsteps from Natasha as she shuffled through the foyer, dropping her keys in the bowl, before she made her way through the house. She didn’t even know you were home so she takes a little more time than usual. Finally, you became impatient. 

“Hey, babe,” You called out to her. “Can you come here?”

You heard the light shuffling of footsteps as Natasha made her way to the living room. She paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before her. The small gift box sat on the coffee table, your handwriting visible on the note.

"Y/N, what is this?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. “I didn’t know you’d be home so soon. I would have picked up food or something.”

“I’m not hungry,” You couldn't contain your grin as you motioned for her to open the box. "Just a little something I put together," you said coyly. "I think you'll like it."

Natasha picked up the box, her gaze darting between you and the gift. She read the note first, glancing at you with tears in her eyes before she opened the box. Her gasp was telling and her reaction was instant. She moved to hug you, pulling you tightly against her, and kissing your head. 

"Oh, y/n," she choked out, her emotions getting the best of her. "I can't believe it. We're going to be moms. Are you happy?"

You clung to her, your tears threatening to spill. "I know," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm so happy, Tasha."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with tears and pure joy. She cupped your cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb.

“We’re going to have a baby,” Natasha said. “Your belly’s going to get so big.” 

"I know," you giggled, imagining the future. "But it'll be worth it. To see you and our baby...it'll all be worth it."

She laughed, her face radiating pure joy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” She hugged you to her, lifting you off your feet and spinning in a circle. "I love you, I love you so much," She said.

"I love you too," You couldn't hold back the happy tears. "We're going to have a baby, Tasha."

"I can't believe it," She said, kissing you again. "I can't wait to tell everyone."

You couldn't stop smiling. This was truly the beginning of the rest of your lives.

********

After a lot of prompting, you and Natasha decided to keep everything a secret until the second trimester. Which was a feat within itself. There was so much you wanted to say. Your family was huge and so was Natasha’s. The entire Avengers team always knew all of your business but this time was different. You hadn’t even told Brandon yet as you wanted to keep this just between the two of you. 

You and Natasha had your little secret. A baby. Well, not a baby yet. 

“Our baby’s the size of a blueberry right now,” Natasha mentioned to you as you brushed your teeth. After a bout of morning sickness, you needed to feel clean. Your first appointment was today. Hopefully, you’d get to hear the baby’s heartbeat. “Maybe that’s what we should call him. Blueberry.” 

You smiled around your toothbrush, spitting the paste out into the sink. You rinsed and turned to look at Natasha. "That's actually a really cute name," you said. "It's unique and special. How are you so sure our baby is a boy?"

She shrugged, leaning against the doorway. "Just a feeling," she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. "A mother's intuition."

"Well, you'll be the most badass boy mama there ever was," You leaned up to kiss her. 

“How do you like the name James?” She asked. 

“You’re already thinking of names too? You’re light years ahead of me,” You laughed. Natasha smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close. "James Romanoff-L/N," you said, testing the name out. "I love it."

"Me too," She agreed, kissing the side of your head. 

"What if Blueberry is a girl though? Would be pretty hard to walk around with that name."

Natasha chuckled. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she replied. "But whatever we choose, I know they'll be perfect."

An hour later you’re lying in a familiar position, the transducer against your belly as you listen to OB/GYN talk. 

“You’re seven weeks today right?” Dr. Wendell estimated "According to your chart and baby's size."

Natasha looks at you, nodding her head. This is it. Your first sonogram.

She squeezes your hand, her eyes never leaving the screen. "This is so surreal," she whispered, her gaze transfixed on the black-and-white image.

You grinned, the excitement palpable. "I know," you murmured, your eyes locked on the grainy image.

You and Natasha both watched as the doctor maneuvered the transducer across your stomach, searching for the best angle. "There we go," she said after a moment, her finger tracing the tiny speck on the screen. "Your baby."

You gasped, the realization hitting you. "Our baby," you breathed, your heart swelling with love and joy. "Wow."

Natasha pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, her eyes glistening with tears. "I can't believe we're really doing this," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

This picture was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

“In about 4 weeks you will be able to see the sex of the baby,” Dr. Wendell informed you. “You guys can come back then. For now, everything looks healthy.” 

"This is really happening," Natasha whispered, her eyes filled with wonder and joy. "We're going to be moms."

You leaned into her side, basking in the warmth of her presence. This was the happiest you’d ever been. 

********

Of course, with pregnancy comes pregnancy symptoms. Morning sickness, sensitive breasts, and fatigue. The fatigue had to be the worst part. You could fall asleep anywhere these days: at your desk, as soon as you got home, even in the shower. It’s a miracle you’d been able to keep up with everything. Which is why you said yes to tonight. Tony and the rest of the team were having a family dinner, and you wanted to be there. You wanted everything to be normal for you.

As you prepared for the evening, you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you. You glanced at the clock, wishing for a quick nap but knowing you didn’t have time. Instead, you splashed cold water on your face, hoping it would give you the boost you needed to get through the night.

Natasha found you in the bathroom, her concerned eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “You okay?” she asked, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

“Just tired,” you admitted, leaning into her embrace. “But I really want to go tonight. I miss everyone.”

Natasha kissed your temple gently. “You sure? We can stay home and rest if you need to.”

You shook your head, turning to face her. “No, I want to go. I need a bit of normalcy. Besides, I miss seeing you with the team. It’ll be fun.”

Natasha studied your face for a moment before nodding. “Alright, but promise me you’ll let me know if you need to leave early. Your health comes first.”

“I promise,” you said, smiling up at her. 

“You’re starting to show,” She smirked. 

“Am I? It just looks like I ate a big breakfast,” You grinned as she rested her hand on your belly. 

"You're beautiful," she murmured, her hand resting protectively over your growing bump.

The dinner party was just the kind of escape you needed. Seeing all your friends, laughing, eating, and dancing made you happy . Keeping baby Romanoff a secret for a little while longer would be a feat but you could do it. 

The drive to Tony’s was filled with your usual banter, but you couldn’t ignore the growing fatigue. By the time you arrived, you were already craving your bed. Still, you put on a brave face, determined to enjoy the evening.

The warmth and laughter that greeted you as you walked into the compound made the effort worthwhile. It felt good to be surrounded by friends who were more like family.

As the night progressed, you found yourself slipping into conversations, laughing at Tony’s jokes, and watching Natasha interact with the team. She was in her element, and seeing her so happy filled your heart with joy.

But the fatigue was relentless. You found a quiet corner to sit down, hoping to rest for a moment without anyone noticing. Natasha, ever-attentive, quickly picked up on your exhaustion and made her way over to you.

“Hey, you holding up okay?” she asked, concern etched in her features.

“Yeah, just needed a breather,” You admitted, rubbing your tired eyes.

Natasha nodded and took your hand. “How about we sneak away early? I’m sure Tony will understand.”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing around at your friends. “No, I’m fine. I’m just going to go into the kitchen and drink some water. I want another hour.” 

“If you’re sure,” Natasha looked at you suspiciously. 

“I’m positive,” You nodded. 

Natasha helped you up and watched as you quietly walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen, you grabbed a glass and filled your cup with ice. The water was refreshing and freezing cold. Just as you liked it. The hot flashes were no joke either. 

“I believe congratulations are in order,” Wanda’s voice startled you as she entered the kitchen. 

“Wanda? How did you know?”

“I’m a witch remember?” She smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the others.” 

You chuckled, feeling relief at her promise. “Thanks, Wanda. It’s still early, and I want to keep it between Natasha and me for a bit longer.”

Wanda nodded understandingly. “Of course. How are you feeling?”

You took a deep breath, leaning against the counter. “Excited, anxious, exhausted… all of it. The symptoms are hitting me hard, but I’m managing.”

Wanda’s eyes softened with empathy. “If you need any support, magical or otherwise, you know you can count on me.”

“Thank you, Wanda. That means a lot,” you said sincerely.

She gave you a reassuring smile. “You’re going to be a great mom, y/n. And Natasha will be an amazing co-parent.”

Hearing those words, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. “I hope so. We’ve wanted this for so long.”

Wanda placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You two are one of the strongest couples I know. You’ll handle whatever comes your way.”

You nodded, feeling bolstered by her words. “That means a lot, Wanda.”You smiled and took another sip of your water, the coldness helping to steady you. 

Together, you walked back into the living room. Natasha’s eyes met yours, her concern melting into a smile as she saw you were feeling better. You gave her a reassuring nod and rejoined the group, determined to make the most of the evening with your chosen family.

********

At night, as your pregnancy progressed, Natasha’s obsession with your baby became more apparent. You were barely showing and it was all she could think about. Whenever it was time for bed she’d spend a few minutes massaging your belly and grinning at you. "Blueberry is still a blueberry," You mentioned to her. "He's not going to turn into a watermelon overnight."

"I know, but I love feeling him," Natasha said, her voice full of awe. "And besides, blueberry is growing."

"Just barely," You joked. "I'm not even ten weeks yet."

Natasha chuckled, placing a soft kiss against your stomach. "Well, he's still the cutest little blueberry I've ever seen," she said.

"He is, isn't he?"

"How are you feeling?" Natasha said as she came up to look into your eyes. When her hand touches your breast accidentally she quickly apologizes. You've become way too sensitive and any form of touch, accidental or not practically sends you into shock.

"Sensitive," You answer truthfully. "I think the baby is making them grow."

"I've noticed," She smirks. "No morning sickness?"

"There's always that but it's manageable," You shrug.

She kisses your cheek, hugging you to her. "Good," she whispers, her hands coming down to rest on your stomach again. "I want the both of you healthy."

"I'm trying my best," You reassure her.

"I know," She said. "But you're still my responsibility."

"Oh, is that what we're calling it?"

"Yes, I'm the boss," She kissed you softly.

"Well, boss, can you cut the lights out, I'd like to sleep now," You closed your eyes.

"As you wish,"  She turns off the lights before spooning you. She holds you close, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, her hand resting on your stomach. "Sleep well, my loves."

*********

Nine weeks, two days, and five hours. That’s how long you got to spend with blueberry safely housed inside of you. You’d woken up that morning like any other day. It’s a PTO day. You, Natasha, and Willow were supposed to spend it in the park. When you opened your eyes, you felt an unsettling feeling in the base of your belly. A slight ache you’d never experienced before. Dr. Wendell and Dr. Patel mentioned there would be some cramping but this felt different. The moment you felt a slight wetness between your thighs you knew. 

You slipped from the bed, hoping not to wake Natasha, as you rushed into your ensuite bathroom. 

In one swift motion, you'd thrown the toilet lid up and pushed your panties down.

It was too late.

You'd caught sight of the bright red stain on the once pristine white cotton and immediately burst into tears.

This was all the confirmation you needed. It was over. Blueberry was gone.

Spotting is normal too. You’d read countless online articles that confirmed this very thing. This isn't spotting. You reach blindly for toilet paper, tearing off a decent amount, before you wipe. It won't stop. There's so much. So much.

You're shaking as you kick your underwear to the side, the stain obvious now. You can't help but cry as you stumble over to the bathtub. You know you should get Natasha. You should yell out to her and she would come running. Instead, you lock the door. You turn on the shower and position yourself against the bottom of the tub. The dull ache is now stronger. There's nothing anyone can do for you.

You don't remember how long you sat under the warm spray of the water. The tears wouldn’t stop. They keep flowing like a never-ending stream. You couldn’t breathe.

Outside of the bathroom, Natasha awakened to find your side of the bed empty. She hummed contently as she stretched before she reached out to pull you closer. Only you aren't there.

"Y/n?" Natasha called out, her eyes searching the room. When you didn’t respond, she frowned. "Y/n? Babe, where are you?"

Natasha pulled herself out of bed, her brow furrowed as she searched the room. The bathroom door was closed, and she could hear the faint sound of running water.

"Y/n?" Natasha tried the doorknob, but it was locked.

Natasha frowned, concern etched on her face. "Y/n, open the door," she called out, her voice slightly muffled by the door.

There was no answer.

Natasha jiggled the handle again, more forcefully this time. You never truly lock doors. Natasha doesn't want to break the door down. She needed you to open it.

"Babe, please, open the door," Natasha pleaded, her voice laced with worry. "You're scaring me."

"Go away," You yelled back weakly. "I'm fine. Just please go away." You don't want her to see you like this. You don't want her to know that you lost the baby. You don't want to disappoint her. You couldn't be the one who failed.

"I'm not going anywhere," Natasha replied, her tone firm. "Now, open the door."

"No!" You cried out, your voice was raw with emotion. "Please, just leave me alone."

"Y/n," Natasha's voice was soft, but you can hear the underlying concern. "Please, just let me in. Whatever it is, we can get through it together." Natasha doesn't wait a moment longer. She squared her shoulders and kicked the door down. The sound of wood splintering is the only sound you can hear as the door gives way.

"Oh, y/n," Natasha gasped as she took in the scene before her. The tub was half-full of water and the bottom was stained red. Her eyes flew to you half awake and lying tiredly against the cold tile. You're sitting in a pool of blood. Natasha immediately rushed over to you, her eyes filled with concern and worry. "Y/n, baby. I think we need to go to a hospital. " She swallowed thickly.

"No," You choke out, shaking your head. "No, I hate hospitals."

"There's too much blood, y/n," Natasha attempted to convince you.

"I'll be fine," You said, your voice trembling slightly. "Just need to stay in the shower a little longer."

Natasha shook her head. "We don't have any longer. You can't stay like this. Baby, I can't let you stay like this." She turned off the water, calling out for Brandon as she began to scoop you up. You crumple in her arms, whimpering at the pain you feel from the movement. "I'm sorry baby. I know it hurts. I'm going to take you to a hospital."

"Nat," You mumbled.

"What is it, baby? What can I do?" She asked, her eyes searching yours.

"Don't let go."

"Never."

"What's going on?" Brandon tiredly stepped into your ensuite. He didn’t need to ask as he spotted the blood. "Holy fuck, what do you need me to do? I'll drive you."

"No, you have Willow," Natasha murmured. She was unsure what to do but she knew she needed to act fast. "I am going to drive her. Just call ahead and let them know we're coming."

Brandon nodded, already heading out the door. "Will do."

"I've got you," Natasha whispered as she carried you through the apartment. She held you tightly, her arms wrapped protectively around you.

"I'm sorry," You whimpered into her neck tiredly. You were in so much pain. The cramps were excruciating.

"It's not your fault, baby. None of this is your fault," Natasha reassured you, her voice filled with emotion.

"I'm sorry," You whispered again. It was all you could say.

"Shh, don't apologize," Natasha soothed. "You did nothing wrong."

Natasha managed to get you into her car without causing too much distress. Your clothes were soaked through with blood, but you didn't care. She just needed to get help. 

***********

These kinds of things happen they say. There’s not always an answer. It’s crazy how just a few weeks ago you’d gotten a heartbeat. You’d been able to see your baby’s tiny little body on a screen and now nothing. You feel empty. Stepping back into your home, to no baby, no future. 

It's like everything has changed. It's as if the color has faded and the world has lost its luster. Everything feels hollow. There's a deep emptiness inside of you.

"Let's get you to bed," Natasha murmured, her arms tight around you as she guided you to the bedroom. After spending three days in the hospital coming home felt weird. She'd asked Brandon to hire cleaners to come and tidy everything. She'd paid them a hefty amount to make sure no trace or memory of what happened that day was here.

You were quiet as Natasha helped you into bed, her hands gentle as she pulled the covers over you. You lay there, staring blankly at the wall, the ache in your chest only growing with each passing moment.

"Do you need anything?" She asked. Her voice was soft and soothing, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond.

You didn't deserve this. This is a punishment. A test. For what you can't say but that's the only explanation.

You hadn't spoken since before she brought you to the hospital. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. Natasha had been by your side the whole time, never leaving you alone. She'd held your hand, rubbed your back, and even sang softly to you. But nothing she did seemed to reach you. She felt hopeless.

She took one last look at you before she stood.

"I want the ultrasound picture," You requested quietly.

"Of course, love?" She searched your nightstand for it. It pained her to look at it too.

"And the little booties,"

Natasha handed you the photo and booties, watching as you cradled them close to your chest. She could see the tears welling in your eyes.

"Can I hold you?" She asked. You hadn't been open to her touch and comfort so it was a bit of a long shot.

You nodded, holding your arms out for her. She crawled into bed, curling up beside you. You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer.

"I'm sorry, Nat," You began. "I'm sorry I lost our baby."

"Don't apologize, love," Natasha whispered. "This isn't your fault. These things just happen. There was nothing you could have done. I know how much you wanted this. How much we both wanted this." You could try again. That part was left unsaid. Only because she knows you and knew it wouldn't be comforting in the slightest.

"This is the second time," You furrowed your brows. "This was our second try. I did everything right. Right? I took all of my vitamins. I only exercised lightly." You were starting to ramble.

"You were perfect," Natasha reassured you. "You are perfect. This doesn't mean that it will never happen. There's still a chance."

"What if it doesn't happen?" You whispered. You swallowed thickly. "I don't think I want to try again. Please don't make me go through that again."

Natasha stroked your hair, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head. "Whatever you want, love. I'll support you."

"I'm not sure how to feel," You confessed. "I know I didn't act like it at times. I wanted this baby. I wanted him. He was mine. He was ours. We were so close to our dream."

"We were," Natasha agreed.

"Why is this so hard?" You cried, burying your face into her chest.

"I don't know, love," Natasha soothed, rubbing circles on your back.

"I wanted to welcome him into this world," You sobbed. "We won't get to do that. He won't get to experience anything. His heart was beating and then it stopped. Why? Why did it stop?"

"Shh," Natasha soothed. If she didn't calm you down soon you were going to become hysterical.

"He was a baby. A precious innocent little baby. We made a baby. We were pregnant," You cried, clinging to her. "Why does everything have to be so fucking hard? It's not fair."

"I know, baby. I know," Natasha whispered, stroking your hair. "It's okay. Let it out. Just let it out."

You couldn't stop crying. You sobbed and sobbed.

How could you ever be okay after this? A baby with Natasha was all you wanted. A family with your wife. His heartbeat was the most beautiful music you'd ever heard. And it's gone.

Your cries soon turn into soft whimpers and your whimpers turn into sniffles. The room is silent. Natasha continues to hold you, her arms tight around you.

our little family - a continuation

[cyberapid]

Earthspark Bumblebee x Cybertronian Reader

reader isn't gendered, brief description of a Terran bleeding

—•—•—

The yard of the Malto family is quiet, besides the gentle clanking of Bumblebees stray movements as he holds himself upright on one arm and the occasional sounds of the animals that live there.

“I wish to do a full bio-mechanic and diagnostic scan as soon as possible, Conjunx. Your file has shown that its been more than a year since your last, this dissatisfies me,”

His optics squint open just enough to allow you to see shining blue before they close again with a short huff, optical ridges pinching together and dermas shifting into a place to show his annoyance. “It's not that big of a deal. I run like a dream, but if it'll satisfy you– sure.”

A small whirl of excitement leaves you before you can think of suppressing the excitement coursing from your chassis to your vents, a noise that if you were looking at the yellow bot you’d see brought a small smile to his face plate.

You both fall quickly back to a comfortable silence enjoying the ‘weekend’ that the older Maltos children claimed needed to be without lessons where instead you relax or play in the case of the children, just as quick your calmness was suddenly interrupted by the barn door being slammed open by the twins, Hashtag, and Robby all looking panicked and quickly speaking over one another— Their rambling is cut short by Bumblebee slamming to the ground with a thud so loud it has Robby leave the ground for a moment.

“Slow down! Slow down. What happened?” Your Sparkmate’s quick to push himself back to his pedes as the small horde of the Maltos children nearly surround him— he tries desperately to calm their jumbled panic into something understandable for the pair of you as they drag the two of you towards the entrance of the barn.

A quick scan with your optics covers them in a blue hue, that comes up with no external or internal injuries on them. But the heartbeat of the small human holding your servo to drag you towards the barn is both faster and far more erratic than usual, showing his panic, although you can already tell that from his actions alone.

“It's Nightshade! It was an accident, we only wanted them to come play. Honest!” Robby is quick to give in explanation, seeming to be the calmest child in this situation even with his heightened state.

The two of you are rushed into the barn and then under where you're met with Mo and Jawbreaker fretting over Nightshade, who's clutching their lower tibulen in panic. A scan isn't necessary to see the main issue as Nightshades servos are covered in the familiar blue hue of energon leaks down their pede and is covering their servos.

Nevertheless you quickly scan the young bot, where its registered that one of their fuel lines have been sliced, thankfully not deadly and nothing notably serious,

“Would you remove your servos, Nightshade. I will be repositioning you,” the Maltos children move aside, tense, as you raise and place Nightshade with ease onto a tall workstation. Unlike the children who give you space to work— Bumblebee doesn't care much for the personal space of the young Terran or yourself as he leans forward inspecting your quick work to find the fuel line in question with a silent panic. “An easy fix but this will hurt, sparkling. I will be quick,” without much explanation after you begin work with pinching the affected line, which causes a yelp of pain from the young Terran whose servos snap to grab Bumblebees. The procedure is small and finished with a practiced ease and quickness as the afflicted line is wrapped in a sturdy tape– not new but better.

Twitch is the first to react with a strangled yell before wrapping her arms around her sibling, resting their helms against one another's, “I'm so sorry! We’ll never sneak up on you again, promise!” her affection is returned by her much taller sibling whose hug nearly engulfs her.

“You should cleanse your servos before- okay,” your suggestion is heard by none of the Maltos children as their excited chatter fills the once tense air but you're just as quickly distracted as you feel your Conjunx's servos creep around your mid-plating from behind before fully wrapping his arms around, sending your spark into a dizzying flutter, “i also have to cleanse mine– so don't, bumblebee,” blue stained servos are held just out of reach of his own wandering ones as a soft rumble from his vents sends vibrations down your back chest plate.

“I think I'll survive,” being behind you hides the cheeky grin he sports but not the warm air from his vents breathing on the back of your helm. “You did great,”

“It's something I've done countless times. I’d be worried if not- the energon, enough Bumblebee.”

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Random bnha thing no one asked for? Yes. The ending song gave me a lot of inspiration!

Touya todoroki x childhood friend! Reader.

Tsuki's note: I have not read the manga, I do know a feel things that happened though.

Part 1

You can find Part 2 here!

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Tsuki's note: reader has a quirk inspired on a pokemon move - pain split - they can "split" open injuries between reader and a target evenly. It will be elaborated more bellow.

So imagine you are Touya's childhood friend and best friend.

You met at school. The two of quickly became friends, but for some time you couldn't hang out with him outside of school - his dad, endeavor, wouldn't allow it.

The boy really loved Fuyumi and you became friends with her too! You two often played together or did each other's hair!

Touya was a energetic but kind kid, he always helped you with whatever you needed and also often dragged you around in "adventures". You were a good student, not that energetic and also a little bit of a cry baby - to which Touya would complain about, but always pat your head so you would calm down.

He was hat kid who would grab your hand to walk you home, or kind of, since he always had someone to pick him up. While you were the one who listened to him and tried to keep him from doing stupid things.

You were slightly taller than Touya and he was always peeved about it. The boys at school teased him a bit about his height and whenver he remembered you were taller, he would pout a bit.

It didn't take long before Natsuo was born. Another sibling Touya got along with! You, on the other hand, just became acquainted to him with time.

You knew Touya absolutely loved training his quirk. that was the number conversation topic with him. You found it adorable how excited he got to tell you about the new things he could do.

His hair getting whiter was another reason for his pouts. Especially when you mentioned the white strands looked beautiful with his turquosie eyes.

But soon enough, Touya was not allowed to train his quirk anymore. He was so frustrated and agitated as he explained to you in tears why he couldn't anymore - his body couldn't take the heat.

Your heart ached seeing your friend so upset, but you didn't know how to comfort him. You could barely control your quirk yourself, but still offered to take some of his burns away, which he refused because they weren't that bad.

Touya was stubborn and kept practicing his quirk. At first the burns really weren't that bad, they could heal in a few weeks. But that was enough to make you start practicing your quirk.

All you had to do to activate your quirk was to touch an injured area with your whole palm. A bit painful in cases of burns, but... at least he wouldn't take as long to heal right?

Soon after Shoto was born things started getting weird. You received an indirect request from endeavor to hang out more often with Touya.

You have also noticed your friend was in despair - overtraining himself. You were awfully worried and often tried to stop him along with his mom and sister.No matter how much you asked hm to stop, he just wouldn't.

Alas he was very stubborn. He would take a moment when you were busy with something to run off to train. Of course you followed him or went after him. At this point you started using your quirk on him, sharing his burns.

Touya was mad at you for taking damage to yourself, but you would scold him all the time " what's the point in trying so hard if you won't be healthy enough for it?"

Somehow that always made him pout and just accept your care.

In one of those days you asked him why he was so desperate. With a pout and avoiding your eyes, he explained that his father had a new toy to train - his younger brother, Shoto.

You immediately felt bad for the little one. You absolutely hated how endeavor shoved Touya aside. Couldn't he spend some time with your friend and his son? You also heard he often hitted Touya's mom.

You tried your best to reason with him not be so upset, his quirk was still amazing! But to no avail.

A few days went by when you saw Touya again, as usual you waved and ran to him while he just waited for you to come closer. But this day he ran towards you too. Tears in his eyes and swollen cheek.

It was hard to understand what he was saying, but eventually, you got it. In a fit of rage he tried to hurt his little brother.

You comforted him to best of your abilities. Touya was clearly feeling bad about it. He told you he regretted attacking Shouto and didn't know what to do - he coudn't be near his brother. Nor he could see his dad to apologize.

You hugged him as tight as you could and told him he could apologize later. But the mark on his face didn't deny that it wouldn't be that easy to approach his brother.

Time passed by and Touya's hair was almost fully white. He was still shorter than you, still tried to sneak on you to train and you still took half his injures to yourself.

During one of his training session, while you ran to catch up with him, you saw something blue - blue flames.

That scared you, you had never seen blue flames in the woods. But after realizing it was Touya you called out for him.

He was crying and smiling, talking loudly at you: " Y/N! Look! I did it!"

Yeah, he did. He made a very beautiful and extremely hot flame.

You were in awe and happy for him, but also worried - you could smell something burning, a very well known smell of flesh burning.

You urged him to stop so you could, once again, share the burns. This time he did not pay any mind to you, he was happily telling you how now endeavor would look at him.

You were happy for him and prayed he was right. That this time he could get a praise from whom he needed.

The next day, Touya was over the moon, telling you that endeavor would meet him on the mountain. You smiled at his excitement.

This day you wouldn't accompany him, after all it would be weird. It was ... a family moment. But you did request Touya to call you if he needed. You stayed a little longer at school while he went to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and you decided to take the longer route that had a view to the mountain. It was then you saw blue flames. But not small. They were huge and you had a bad feeling. You immediately called the employee that often picked up Touya from school. You called for help and dashed there.

Fortunately heroes were already there but they didn't allow you further. The blue flames were too intense. A hero dragged you away and asked a police officer to take you home.

You cried and yelled Touya's name. Kicked begged. The adults all told you they were doing what they could. You could hear people saying endeavor was on the way.

[b0ther]

baby, no attachment

toji has nothing to do on a friday night.

pairing : fushiguro toji x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : short one-shot???? bro idk tags : deadbeat situationship toji, vaginal fingering, a bit of dubcon, the usage of the word “baby” and “sweetheart” word count : 870

author's note : title from 'casual' by chappell roan. idk what this is it's just hot... also send requests and i'll see what i can do cuz i'm stuck doing this commission and i need a breather lmfao. toji is so obviously an ass dude it's almost painful to me.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

Your not-boyfriend boyfriend who somehow always ends up spending the weekend in your apartment, bending you over in ways you never thought was possible is there once again on your queen size bed, one hand on the back of your thigh as you type away on your laptop, revising some stupid report due at midnight.

Swinging your legs, you tune out the sound of obnoxious ads playing from the television—and everything is going well until you feel Toji squeezing your flesh, rubbing the skin of your thigh up and down, occasionally tugging on the hem of your shorts.

“Don’t you have a fucking job to go to?” You say, irritated, propping your upper body to look back at him.

Toji shrugs, his hand behind his head against the wall. “No,” he continues massaging the inner part of your thigh, “Besides, it’s a Friday night. What kinda dork works on a Friday night?”

You slant your eyes, knowing damn well that he is probing on your buttons the same way his fingers are trying to probe on your clenching opening. You huff. He’s too easy to read—you can smell his excitement from where you are lying on your stomach.

“Not my fault Masuda’s a greedy bitch,” you mutter, turning your torso around once again, ignoring the obvious hardening bulge under his pants.

“Mhm,” Toji says in a concurring tone, despite not knowing your boss at all. He continues his touch, kneading on your thigh before slipping his hand under the loose opening of your shorts, his wide fingers palming the entirety of your ass cheek. “See, that’s something Masuda and I have in common.”

“Right,” you close your eyes, burying your face in your hands for a moment, taking in a deep breath as to not give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan. “And I so totally would let Masuda bend me over in my free time.”

Toji lets out a low chuckle, his point finger circling the jiggly surface of your ass. “You seem like the type of girl to let an old man have his way with you like that.”

He tugs on the band of your panties before letting it go, letting the rubber sound ring through the room.

With your eyes shut, you tell yourself to calm down. But you end up jerking back to him a little, seeking the heat emitting from his electric touch.

“Ohh…” Toji breathes, shifting on his seat when his middle finger slips in between your ass cheeks and is immediately greeted with how wet you are.”Masuda gotcha this wet?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you groan, pressing your face harder on the mattress, raising your hips to ease his access, now ignoring the impending deadline before you.

His thick digit is lubed up with just your juice—he wastes no time in prodding around the opening of your cunt while massaging your lips before pushing one finger in. Just as good as you remember it: thick, rough, spreading you open with a sudden thrust as he shoves another finger in.

“Fuck—” You gasp, freeing your face from the bed sheets, damp from your slobber. “God, Toji—”

He only hums, curling the top of his two fingers inside of you, feeling the way your walls mould to the shape of his fingers. You can never fill yourself up the way he does with just his fingers—anything else you’ve slipped inside of your soaked cunt, any other cock can’t satisfy you the way he does.

As he tugs your shorts and panties aside, you can feel the cold air of the air conditioner hitting your sopping pussy lips. 

“Hurry,” you cry—urge—for him, wiggling your ass. “Finger my wet cunt with your fingers, fuck me haard—”

“Patient,” Toji grabs your ass cheek, squeezing before landing a sharp slap on its jiggly flesh. He slowly drags his fingers out, also taking his sweet, sweet time in pushing them back inside.

“I don’t have all night, Toji,” you hiss, and he chuckles.

“Well,” he lands another slap on you, “I do.”

He curls his fingers again as you open your mouth, ready to launch another string of curses at him, and your mind is suddenly filled yet again with fogs. You feel drowsy with his fingers inside of you, like he’s able to dumb you down with two fucking fingers.

“Fuuuck…” You push yourself off your position, sitting on your two knees.

“Hmm?” Toji tilts his head at your newly found position, adorning his stupid face with a look meant to be innocent.

You snake your arm around his head and pull him in for a kiss, sinking down on his fingers. 

“Ohh, shit,” you mutter against his chapped lips, pressing your forehead against each other. You bite your lips, lifting your body before slamming yourself down yet again on him. “My baby’s sooo big,” you quietly praise with a laugh under a sluggish smile.

“My baby’s sooo tight,” he chuckles, mocking the way your words slur.

You roll your hips, running your hand amongst the strands of his hair. “You better finish what you started, you asshole.”

Toji licks his lips, pressing a firm kiss upon your lips. “I’m gonna be workin’ hard tonight, sweetheart.”

[queuestarter]

vivid

(johanna mason x reader)

cw: none

link to the request → reader helping johanna dye her hair

open to submissions/asks !!

You look across the dinner table at Johanna. You’re both eating the same thing but something about how she brings her fork up to her mouth is very endearing to you.

“Stop watching me eat, weirdo,” she smiles at you, no heat behind her words. You smile back before taking a bite of your own dinner.

“You know,” she says, putting her fork down on her plate. “I was thinking I should dye my hair again now that it’s grown out.”

Your smile only grows. It’s been over a year since Snow died, since you moved out of the underground of District 13 and made a home in District 4 with Johanna. She wanted to stay close to Annie and her son and you would do anything for your girlfriend so you followed without complaint.

“I think you should do it. Red again?”

She nods, tilting her head. “Maybe you should do it for me. Some girlfriend bonding time for the two of us.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t think I would be too good at dying hair. I can help you look for someone to do it for you, though.” You don’t want to mess it up and make her hate it.

“No,” Johanna insists. “I want you to do it.”

You bite your lip. Ultimately, you put your nerves aside and say, “fine. But if it goes wrong you absolutely can’t blame me for it.”

Apparently, the thought of dying her hair was something that has been on her mind for a while, because she squeals with excitement and runs out of the room. You stand up to follow her, but before you even make it out of the dining room, she’s back with a paper bag in her hand.

“I’ve already got everything we need. It’ll be perfect,” she grabs you by the hand and drags you to the master bathroom, both of you giggling excitedly on the way.

She unpacks the bag on the sink’s countertop, revealing red dye, gloves, a mixing bowl, and a brush. “This is it?” You ask, observing the materials.

“Should be,” she shrugs. “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Huh. Okay,” you sigh before picking up the bottle of hair dye and reading the instructions, which doesn’t prove to be too helpful. 

Carefully, you put on the gloves and pour some of the dye into the little mixing bowl. You pause, before asking Johanna, “how much of your hair do you want to dye?”

“All of it,” she says offhandedly, playing with the hair tie that you left out this morning. “I just want something new.”

You nod, sticking your tongue out in concentration. “Okay, then I’m not even going to bother with the brush, to be honest. I’m just gonna slather it all on.”

“Slather,” Johanna teases. “Real professional.”

“I’m not a professional! If you wanted someone who knew what they were doing, you shouldn't have asked me.”

“Calm down, baby, it’ll be fine,” she puckers her lips and you oblige her with a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” you say offhandedly before scooping up a glob of the red dye and putting it on her hair. You work it through the ends before going up to her roots. You don’t know what you’re doing, but it seems right. It doesn’t take long before her entire head is covered in the red dye, some of it ending up on her forehead and her shirt. 

“Maybe we should have done something to prevent this,” you say, gesturing to the red mess all over the place.

Johanna shrugs, turning away from the mirror to face you. She kisses you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You reciprocate, moaning into her lips. After a few minutes, you pull away, leaving one last peck on her lips. “How long does the dye need to stay on?”

Johanna shrugs. “Like another half an hour?”

“You know what we can do in that time?” You smirk, eyes searching Johanna’s.

Your girlfriend smirks back at you. “What?”

“Kiss some more.”

Johanna’s smirk melts into a full blown grin and she practically attacks you in an effort to get to your lips again.

The next half an hour passes quickly between kisses and whispered words. When the hair dye gets rinsed off and her hair gets styled, both of you look at it in disbelief. 

“It looks… bad,” you say slowly. You slap a hand over your mouth when a giggle almost leaves your lips. You shouldn’t be laughing at your girlfriend's botched hair but you can’t help it.

It’s not terrible, the color stuck and is a beautiful deep shade of red. The issue is the fact that there are several sections of hair that the dye apparently never touched in the first place.

“No, I like it,” Johanna says unconvincingly. “It’s unique.”

You two look at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you laugh, tears welling in your eyes. “I’ll find a hairstylist, even if we have to go to a different district.”

Johanna leans into your side. “No, I want it to stay like this. It’ll remind me of you.”

You coo loudly at her. “When did you become such a sap? Love you, baby.”

She shuts you up with another kiss. “Love you too.”

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[yunhonumeris1fane]

Touch Deprivation•JYH

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“After months of not seeing your boyfriend, you longed for his touch. Talking on the phone every other day was not enough. You just needed him here with you and so did he”

genre - fluff

pairing - idol_yunho x non idol_ fem reader

warnings - absolutely none

It was really hard, for a person like you, to be away from the person you love. You knew for a fact, what you were getting yourself into, when Yunho finally brought up the ‘dating’ thing. But at the time, he was still around, so you thought it wouldn’t be so hard.

But now that he’s been away, traveling the world with his friends, you realized that it was really hard. You both tried your best on communicating either through phone calls, texts or face times a few times a week, but it always felt like it was not nearly enough.

And now that the time has come for him to come back home, the excitement was something you couldn’t hide, even if you tried. With the excitement came and the fears, that maybe something has changed. What if he fell in love with someone while being away. No, that wouldn’t happen.

You stood in an empty hallway, at the boys’ dorm, waiting by the door of the apartament where Jongho is staying. He hurt himself while on tour, so he had to come back and rest. But he couldn’t really rest properly, cause you were always coming over to terrorize him in a friendly manner. Your only friend was on a business trip, so you had no one except Jongho to annoy.

You typed into the keypad to unlock the door and entered the apartment. You struggled a little taking your shoes off with one hand, as the other one held a bag of fresh and warm meals.

“Who is this?” you heard Jongho’s voice coming from his room.

“Y/l/n Y/n is here with a delivery”

With that you headed towards the room, occupied by the man. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by Jongho comfortably sprawled on the bed, with a game controller in his hands.

“Brought some food” you showed him the bag full of warm prepped meal as he paused the game and placed his controller on the bedside table and started rubbing his palms together.

“What did you make for me today?”

“japchae, was feeling a little lazy. Will make something more for the boys when they’re back” you place the bag on the bed and quickly sprint over to the kitchen area to grab a bowl and chopsticks for him to eat with. As you’re back, you unpack the food, shake the noodles out into the bowl and hand him the food.

“It’s so weird seeing you cook everyday. Back in the days I thought you never cooked, only survived on instant noodles and coffee like us” Jongho implied as he slurped on the noodles.

“It’s crazy how a lack of socialization can change a person”

“Scary” he remarked as you sat down on the bed, just a little further away from his injured leg.

“How’s your leg”

“Could be better, but look, I’m getting fresh meals made personally for me by my parents and you” he smiled after munching on the noodles.

“I think we’re spoiling you too much” you admitted, as he only scoffed and pretended not to have heard your words.

“Yunho hyung is coming back, you gotta be crazy excited”

“Yes, I might look calm and collected on the outside, but inside I’m screaming and kicking my feet in the air out of excitement” You smiled, as a huge grin appeared on your face.

When he was done with eating, you took the dishes and the trash over to the kitchen. Scrubbing the plate and chopsticks clean, you set them aside and went over to the fridge to see if there was anything edible. But there was barely anything. A half-eaten kimchi container, a couple of bottles of water, sauces, pastes, barely any fresh produce.

“I’m gonna order some food, do you want anything?”, you peeked through the door gap to Jongho’s room, as he was already back to playing games.

“Snacks, anything will do” he replied, eyes not leaving the tv screen.

“got it” you made your way back to the kitchen and started making the ingredient list. When you were done with the list, you made the order and tippy toed to the living room. Plopping yourself onto the couch, you turned on the tv and opened netflix to watch something, as the groceries were estimated to be delivered in approximately 2 hours.

As the hours passed, you had watched two full episodes of The House drama and fetched the order from the delivery guy. Placing the groceries into their designated places, you glanced over at your phone, a new notification had popped up, a message from the groupchat of you and the boys.

“We’ve landed, will be home soon” a message sent by Yunho. You sent a ‘like’ reaction and immediately got to work. Unpacking the sealed container of meat, chopping it and setting it aside.

“You need any help” Jongho made his way over to you, with help of the crutches.

“You can prep the veggies?”

“Okay” Struggling a little with the crutches, he sat down on a chair at the dining table and you gave him a cutting board, knife, a few bowls and then various types of vegetables.

“What are you going to make?” Jongho asked, while preparing to cut the onions.

“Kimchi bokkeumbap. The kimchi in the fridge has gotten sour, that just calls for bokkeumbap” You exclaimed as you went back to preparing the remaining parts of the dish.

In roughly an hour, the dish was almost completed, only needing a few final touches added. When everything was done, you set the table with necessary eating utensils and sat down next to Jongho.

‘I’m going over to Yunho’s room, gonna chill there until he’s back” You inform the boy as you lift yourself off the seat and make your way out of the apartament.

Once you sneaked into his room, you jumped onto his bed and buried your face into the pillow, screaming your lungs out. You did not tell him you would be here. Only told him you’d meet him the next day. What a successful liar.

Excited, you laid on your back, impatiently waiting for the man. But thoughts like ‘what if he walks into the room with some random girl holding his hand’ kept popping up. No, the boys would slaughter him right away.

As you were deep deep into your thoughts you heard someone typing into the lock. Your heart stopped for a moment. This is it, you thought. The door opened and someone walked in. After taking their shoes off they started walking into the direction of the room.

“Oh, Y/n” Yeosang waved across the room, looking tired, but happy. You did not reply to anything, but pressed your index finger against your lips and Yeosang immediately understood, walking back to his room like nothing happened. Moments later you heard another set of footsteps approaching, that had to be him. So you quickly hid under the cover and waited patiently. As Yunho stepped into the room, he approached the bed and swung the luggage, placing it directly on your legs. The man was still clueless as he unzipped his luggage and started unpacking, tossing the used clothes on the ground and useful stuff on the bed.

As he finished with stuff he put away the luggage and headed to load the washing machine.

“Is he that stupid, huh?” you thought to yourself, as it was getting harder to stay under the covers. It was starting to get really hot and unbearable to breathe.

“Everyone’s gathering at Jongho’s” you heard Yeosang talking to Yunho, who was coming back to the room. There was a hint of playfulness in the man’s voice, as he figured that Yuhno was still clueless of your presence.

Yunho found his way over to the bed, to put away the remaining stuff lying on the bed. As he was picking them up, the realization hit him. The bed was made uneven. So he reached for the covers and dragged them down, revealing you laying there with a biggest grin splashed all over your face.

“Y/N!” His face lit up, “Come here baby” He immediately pulled you into a warm and longing hug. You wrapped your hands around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest, finally being able to feel his touch, his scent.

“I missed you so much”

“I missed you too baby” He cooed, resting his chin on your head, his hands drawing circles on your back.

“let’s go, I made dinner, we shouldn’t make the guys wait for too long” You escaped his hold and jumped off the bed. Slipping into your slippers, you were about to head out, but he got a hold of your hand and pulled you back over to him.

“you forgot something” His arms snaked around your waist, securing you in his hold, as you stood there, confused.

“what is it?” you fluttered your eyelashes, looking up to the tall man. No single clue in your mind, nothing.

“What do you think it is”

You stood there, lost in your thoughts when it finally dawned on you. So you tilted up on your toes and leaned in to kiss him. Yunho smiled against your lips, happy that you finally caught on. As you pulled away, your faces stayed inches away from each other. You gazed into his sparkly brown eyes, wanting to stay like this forever, but his plan was different. It wasn’t enough, he traced his fingers over the side of your face, your lips parted as his thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. His hand found its way under your chin, tilting your head up,as his lips connected to yours. Your heartbeat increased radically and your breath quickened. Yunho let out a low groan, as you draped your hands around his neck and let your tongue glide past his lips, immersing yourself even more into the kiss.

“love ya” he pulled away, to catch his breath and gave a quick peck on your forehead. “we can go now” , taking you by your hand, he walked you out of the apartament, to meet with the rest of the group.

A/n first but not last oneshot for yunho/ateez. I used to write a lot on wattpad for western artists, but wattpad is not fun anymore, so I'mma stay on here. Might write some smut later on. I will gladly write for other members, like Jongho, cause he be having very little fics.You can always request a member, for me to write for.

[omensblogspost]

Hold Me, Until Tomorrow part 1

This is a short x read. Inspired by the music of Bad Omens and of course Noah Sebastian

It was the middle of July, and all you wanted to do was just come home and relax, while you put your thoughts aside as you grabbed your AirPods to listen to music. Nothing too much, but nothing too crazy.

Your phone dings at the slightest sound as the static of your AirPods travel through your ears making them twitch. “Ouch. What the hell?” You say out loud.

It was your friend. Her text messaged brightened up your face as you looked at the screen.

Zoe : Hey, are we still up to go see Bad Omens in concert? I heard they were playing at the UPHEAVAL Festival.

You : OH RIGHT. I forgot about that.

You typed as you sent the text.

Your face lit up. Thinking about meeting the band you always loved and supported. You could feel your heart flutter with excitement and joy.

*Phone Dings*

Zoe: Haha! You’re too funny. I have a surprise for you also. But I can’t tell you what it is until I see you.

You: A surprise??

You asked. Your mind was starting to fill with up with questions. Of course Zoe was your best friend. But a surprise? What was she hiding up her sleeve?

You held up your phone to your face as you typed faster, hearing each annoying click the keyboard was making.

You: Zoe. You’re making me nervous here. What surprise?

You asked again. Anxious but yet filled up with butterflies. You let your phone stay open for the text. Waiting around. Suddenly you see Zoe’s text bubble typing.

Zoe: I got us VIP passes!!! Which means we can meet the band!!

You: No fucking way dude.

Zoe: Oh Yes.

————-the next morning————-

You were sleeping soundly after the overnight text messages you had with Zoe. You couldn’t sleep at all.

“Hey, wake up.” Noah said softly. You looked at him confusingly. His expression was calm, as he smiled at you. “Noah?” You replied as you raised an eyebrow.

You can see his piercing brown eyes looking at you. His tatted up neck and the admirable goofy smile he always put on when he sees you.

Just then you woke up startled. Zoe was knocking like maniac at the front door. Hearing Zoe’s loud screams that could be heard through your windowsills.

“HEY Y/N. COME ON WERE GONNA BE LATE!! Wake upppppp!” She yelled as she banged on your door.

Grunting you get up from bed and head to the front door. “Zoe what the hell? You sound like a maniac. Plus it’s like what 4:30 in the morning??? Did you even sleep?” You asked rubbing your eyes together.

Still standing at the door Zoe lets herself in, as she pushes you inside once again.

“I couldn’t. I was too obsessed and excited to even think about sleeping.” Zoe replied. “Can I make coffee?” Zoe asked as she plopped down on the couch. You side eye her and sigh “yeah just don’t make too much noise I need my beauty sleep. Wake me up in a hour.” You mentioned as you started to walk back to the room.

“Well our flight is at 7 am. Maybe you can sleep on the plane or something or the car.”

One thing about Zoe is she doesn’t let things go. “Alright. Well I guess it’s a cold shower then.” You replied.

——————

“Can I get your names please?” The flight attendant asked both you and Zoe. “Yes it’s Y/N and Zoe Samuels.” Zoe replied.

She started clicking on the monitor. Looking up at the screen. “Oh here you are. Alright that would be two tickets to Grand Rapids, correct?” She asked looking at us.

“Yes ma’am.” Zoe mentioned tediously. She smiled and started printing out the plane passes.

Handing us our tickets we grab our luggage from the weigh and make our way to our exit.

“Come on Y/N, you need to stay awake.” Zoe nudged at your shoulder shaking you. “I’m sorry, I don’t think this 4 shot expresso with caramel and sweet cream is working.” You replied.

Zoe looked at you and sighed. “I’ll help you, come on.” Being the good friend she was she helped you with your suitcase and grabbed you by the elbow interlocking her arm around you, as both of you started to walk up the long line waiting to get boarded.

You were still holding your coffee in your hand and tried taking another sip as your lack of sleep hit you like a train. Feeling foggy and unable to think, somehow you and Zoe end up being the next in line.

“Good morning! May I see your tickets?” The greeter asked gleefully.

You and Zoe hand her the tickets. Grabbing them, she tears off half and hands them back to you. “Have a great flight.” She said.

You both grab your things and start heading towards the plane.

——————————-

“Sweet Jesus, I couldn’t stand any longer.” You said as you plopped down in your seat. Feeling the cushion hit your butt as you sat down you exhaled a deep sigh.

The noises subsided as you slowly began to pass out from the 11 hours you’ve been awake since four-thirty that morning.

Soon the intercom came on

“Attention all passengers, please have your seat belts fastened. We welcome you to Airline Express, we hope you enjoy the flight.” The captain stated. “Our lovely flight attendants are here if you have any questions. They will come around to you for beverages and everything else in between.” He said as he hung up the phone.

Soon enough the plane started fly off the ground as the turbulence began. Pulling up the wheels it had at the bottom, and its wings began to lift.

“Can you believe the amount of people that will be there oh my god I’m gonna be stoked! I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” Zoe intrigued. You exhaled a tired laugh.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun.” You replied as you smiled.

Soon enough you dozed off into a deep trance and passed out next to Zoe.

[kaigarax]

Growing Up With You

Yaku Morisuke x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you've grown with."

Yaku falls in love like a gentle breeze upon a beach after a storm. A sweet reminder that everything is going to be okay. A need that everything will be okay after such a crazy world that you’ve been forced to live.

---

“Wow, you’re really bad at this, huh?”

Yaku frowns, looking up at you from the ground. He’s out of breath, his arms ache, and he’s absolutely infuriated with you. Or at least as infuriated that a young boy at seven can be.

There was this sort of smug smile on your face that he wanted nothing more than to wipe off. He guesses your words wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t smile like that. He’s about to jump up and begin a physical confrontation when your mother cuts him off.

“(L/n) (Y/n)! Is that how I raised you to speak!” Your mother exclaims, her voice booming through the field.

You wince slightly but your face flushes red as you sigh deeply, “but mom-”

“Don’t ‘but’ me young lady. Just because you’ve been playing longer doesn't give you an excuse to be rude to someone that just started.” she says her gaze stern and unchanging, “now apologise.”

There’s silence as you cross your arms.

Your eyes seem to clash with your mothers for a moment before you finally look away. Your body slumps down as you groan out a measly, “sorry.”

“Not to me.”

“Fine!” You turn to look back down at Yaku, holding your hand out, “I’m sorry.”

“For?” Your mother says expectantly.

“For being mean. I’m sure you’ll be a great volleyball player eventually.”

And the apology from you makes Yaku begin to feel rather smug. There’s a strange sort of bubbling feeling in his stomach at your words, even if they were only spoken out of necessity.

Privately, he wonders if you really do feel that way.

Of course he doesn't take the chance to ask you, instead pushing your hand aside and sticking his tongue out, “And I’m sure you won’t!”

“Mom!” You complain, running off towards the woman.

Yours and Yaku’s fathers laugh amongst themselves from all the commotion. Yaku might’ve laughed too if he wasn’t so mad.

---

While Yaku didn’t like to admit when you say something right he does have a few exceptions. Like right now.

Multiple years of constant volleyball really did manage to improve his skills. Quite miraculously if he would say so himself. He landed himself a starting position in his middle school’s competitive volleyball team in his first year! As a libero, but he’d take what he could get. It’s not as though hitting ever really mattered to him in the first place.

The last match, a practice one with another school, before the summer would once again begin.

“You should go get that girl’s number at the end of the game.”

“No you do it!”

“Only if we win!”

Yaku fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course his teammates would be talking about something unrelated to the game. Why now when they had all summer to do that?

Yaku had never really been the biggest fan of summer, though that may have been because he always had to spend summer with you. You and your stupid smile. But, right now wasn’t the time to be thinking about such things.

His chest seemed to heave as the long rally dragged on and his body ached but there was nothing as exciting as this. Being in the midst of a game. A battle right to the very end.

The heart racing pitter patter as one waits for the serve to rush over the net.

The calming thump as the first pass presses itself nicely into your arms.

The rising thrill as the ball makes its way into the setter’s hands.

The anticipation as it soars across the net with bam!

And, the rush of euphoria and excitement when it crashes onto the ground on the other side of the net, Winning your team the game!

His teammates crowded around on court, cheering for both the victory and the beginning of summer vacation that was quick to arrive.

Yaku, on the other hand, couldn’t wait for the school year to pick up once again. The summer meant that he wouldn’t be able to have moments like this. But, he’d take what he can get.

“Hey, Yaku, do you know who she is?”

“Hm?” The boy perked his head up as his teammate pointed to a girl sitting on the stands, “isn’t she from the other school?”

“No, she said that she knows you.”

“What?” Yaku finally looked up only to see you. Two of his teammates seemed to have made their way there, laughing at something you seemed to say.

The libero fought to roll his eyes and had almost begun to make his way out of the gym when he ultimately decided to make his way over to you. He certainly didn’t want to hear his mother complain if you told her about his behaviour.

“(L/n).” He said, his voice dry and annoyed.

You turned to look at him, along with his teammates, “Yaku.”

“Ready to go?”

“Of course!” You jumped up from your seat and gave a small wave, “bye.”

“Bye!”

This time the urge to roll his eyes won, “hurry up.”

“Aren’t you gonna say bye to your teammates?”

“You’re so annoying.” Yaku sighed, “bye guys.”

“Bye Yaku!”

“What’re you doing here anyways, (L/n)?”

“I came to watch you play.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Really.”

“Well, my mom wanted me to go.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You shoved him lightly, “it’s not like you’ve ever come to see me play.”

He gave you a light shove back, “as if you’re good enough to make the starters.”

“Hey! I am a starter!”

He smirked, “of course you are~”

“I really am!”

The two of you always walked a comfortable distance away from one another. Close enough to hear what the other might’ve said but far enough to not accidentally brush up against the other while walking. Yaku had always made certain of that after that one time he was mistaken for your boyfriend! As if he’d ever want to be your boyfriend!

You were loud, annoying, rude and-

“You know, I was quite impressed.” you said.

“As you usually are.”

You don’t take the bait, instead flashing that stupid smile, “yeah! You’ve gotten really good, Yaku!”

---

“Morisuke, sweetheart, can you bring the rest of the luggage from the car?” Shouted his mother from the kitchen.

Yaku sighed, “yes mom,” rolling his ball off to the side of the house before dragging his feet to the car.

His sister, Akane, who had been playing with her jump rope watched him curiously from her place off to the side of the house.

The boy momentarily debated calling out to her for help but ultimately decided against it. She was barely half his size and probably wouldn’t be able to carry anything anyways. Besides, his mother would definitely scold him if he were caught getting help from her.

There was a volleyball net strung up in the connected backyard of the summer house. While his family had never been a big fan of the sport the family that stayed across from them (your family) seemed to like it enough. At least enough to string up a net.

Three large bags had been left behind in the car by his parents. Two that contained kitchen utilities of some sort and one for clothes. His father’s likely.

Yaku sighed.

It looked like he was going to have to take two trips. Not that it would take very long but it would certainly put a damper on the mood and moment. But best to just get on with it then complain… but… his sister was right there and…

“Hey Yaku.”

The boy jumped, “(L/n)!”

You let out a small laugh.

Of course it would be you. And of course startling him would be the first thing you do. Why he outta-

“Do you want some help bringing your things in?” You asked.

“They’re not my-”

The boy had been planning to give you a rather snippy response but suddenly felt rather… embarrassed as he turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours.

You still had that same stupid smile he loved to mock; and your face was still pretty silly looking but there was something…

“Hello?” You waved a hand in front of his face, “Yaku?”

Damn it.

“You…”

You smiled leaning your head to the side with a sheepish smile, “I…?”

“You cut your hair.” Yaku had to fight the urge to face palm. Of all the things he could’ve said in response! This… THIS is what he’d ended up saying! No wonder he had no luck with girls. Not that he cared about you had to say.

You laughed, “did I? I didn’t notice.”

That seemed to snap him out of his faze as his expression morphed into the scowl you were used to seeing.

“Morisuke, what in heaven's name could be taking you so- oh! Hello (Y/n), dear!” Exclaimed Yaku’s mother, her expression flipping 180 degrees as she spotted you.

“Yaku-san.” You smiled.

“How many times have I told you to just call me Auntie!”

“Too many~”

“Ah! You’ve grown so pretty over the school year!” His mother gave him a light shove, “don’t you think so Morisuke?”

“I guess.”

“You guess! Why, I’m baffled at how I raised such an aloof son!”

“It’s alright, Auntie!” You flashed her that stupid grin you always gave when talking to adults, “I don’t mind. In fact, I think that Yaku’s grown into quite the handsome man so I’d be willing to forgive him.” You eyes seem to bare into his own as you said those words and he suddenly found himself unable to speak or move.

Heck! He wasn’t even sure if he was still thinking!

His mother elbowed him again but he didn’t move, stuck in the moment of your words and your stupidly pretty smile.

Why did you always have to smile like that?

---

You pushed the balcony door open, letting out a tired sigh.

Yaku, who had already been out there, turned curiously.

You were quick to shut the door behind you, closing your eyes before sliding down to the bottom and sitting on the ground.

It had been quite awhile since he’d last seen such an expression on your face before.

Curious, he lowered himself to the ground till his face was parallel to yours. Hair from your pushed back hair had fallen in front of your face. He brought a hand up to move the rebellious strand but stopped as your eyes suddenly opened.

“Oh, hey.” you said, seeming not to notice the strange position the two of you suddenly found yourselves in.

“Tired?” He asked.

You laughed weakly, “how’d you tell?”

He laughed too, taking a seat beside you, “call it a hunch. I am pretty good at reading spikers pretty well, ya know.”

He braced himself for a light shove but stiffened as you rested your head on his shoulder instead.

“Oh,” you pulled back, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“No.” He said, surprising himself, “I don’t.”

You smiled, “thank you, Yaku,” slowly leaning your head back.

“Yeah.”

“So, which high school are you thinking about going to?” You asked.

“Nekoma. You?”

“I’m not really sure. My parents want me to attend some big volleyball power house but that’s not really what I’m interested in.”

“Why?” Don’t you eventually want to go professional?”

You grinned, “I don’t need a powerhouse school to go professional.”

“Ah yes, I’ve forgotten how humble you are.”

“Anyways, what’re your plans for the future?”

“Hm, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. But I guess going professional doesn't sound too bad.”

“With that kinda attitude you’ll never make it.”

“Ah yes, and your confidence is the way to go?”

“Exactly~” You laughed.

And surprisingly, so did he.

Ah, that rebellious strand of hair was back. You always did have quite untameable hair when you were tired. It was probably the only thing he liked about you when the two of you were young. It seems that that still hasn’t changed.

Did you ever have a favourite thing about him?

He doesn't have enough courage to ask.

Instead he chooses to push that strand of hair back, tucking it behind your ear. You lean into his warmth ever so slightly and it makes his cheeks burst into a flurry of colour.

When did you get so pretty?

“Huh?” You perk up, “did you say something?”

Oh shoot.

Yaku turns his head away, his cheeks bright red, “no.”

“Come on! Don’t tease me like that!”

“I’m not doing anything of the sort.”

“Liar~”

He kept his head turned, sticking his nose up.

“Come on Yaku, I was just teasing!”

“Morisuke.”

“Hm?”

“Morisuke. Call me Morisuke, (Y/n).”

“On a first name basis now, are we?”

“Don’t be annoying (L/n).”

“And now we’re back to last names. I didn’t know you were so indecisive, Yaku.”

“And I didn’t know you liked my last name so much.”

You smiled, that stupid smile that always made his heart race, “Morisuke.”

“(Y/n).”

Fall in love with someone you’ve grown with.

[zegrvshvghes]

Request-AM34

@honeyazure

Thank you for the request, I don’t write for Matthews but I am totally willing to start😛

You've always looked up to your older brother Mitch, he's two years older than you, but the age gap never seemed to matter. Growing up, you did everything together. From playing mini-sticks in the basement to playing in outdoor hockey tournaments, you were inseparable. Mitch was always the one who had your back, no matter what. And that's why it's so hard to even consider telling him about your feelings for his best friend, Auston Matthews.

You met Auston when you were fifteen, and it was love at first sight. He was everything you could want in a guy - he was tall, athletic, and incredibly kind. And he made you laugh in a way that nobody else could. You quickly became friends, and over the years, you've grown even closer. But your feelings for him have only gotten stronger.

You've always known that crushing on your brother's best friend is a recipe for disaster. You've tried to push your feelings aside, but they always seem to resurface. And it's not just a physical attraction - you genuinely love spending time with Auston. He's always there for you when you need him, and he's never made you feel like a burden.

But you can't imagine telling Mitch about your feelings. You're scared of what he'll say, or how he'll react. Mitch has always been protective of you, and you don't want to risk upsetting him. Plus, you're worried that Auston might not feel the same way about you. You don't want to ruin your friendship, or cause any drama.

It's hard enough just trying to keep your feelings under wraps, but it becomes especially difficult when you're around Auston. You see him all the time - he's practically a part of your family. He comes over for dinner, he watches movies with you, and he even helped you move into your dorm room at university. You try to act normal around him, but your heart always races when he's in the same room as you.

One weekend, Mitch invites Auston over to stay at your family's cottage. You're excited to hang out with him, but nervous at the same time. You spend the first day canoeing and fishing with your brother and Auston, but as soon as you have a moment to yourself, your mind wanders. You think about how handsome Auston looks in his swim trunks, and how nice it would be to sneak away with him to the dock.

Eventually, you can't take it anymore. You excuse yourself, saying you need to grab something from your room. As you leave, you feel Auston's eyes on you. You try to keep your cool and walk up the stairs, but your knees feel shaky.

Inside your room, you take a deep breath and try to calm down. But then, there's a knock on your door. Your heart skips a beat as you open it to find Auston standing there, with a small smile on his face.

"Hey," he says. "Can I come in?"

You nod, barely able to speak. He closes the door behind him, and suddenly the room feels very small. You stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say.

"I just wanted to check on you," he says, looking at you with concern. "You seemed a bit off back there."

"I'm fine," you manage to say. "Just a bit tired, I guess."

Auston nods, but his eyes seem to be searching yours. You feel a lump form in your throat as you realize that he might be able to sense your feelings.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he says softly, stepping closer to you. "I'm here if you need anything."

You feel a spark of hope in your chest. Could he possibly be hinting that he feels the same way about you? Or is he just being a good friend? You're too scared to ask.

"I know," you say, trying to keep your voice even. "Thanks, Auston."

There's a moment of silence as you both stand there, just looking at each other. You can hear the sound of the lake outside, and the distant laughter of your brother and his friends.

Then, Auston takes a step closer, his eyes still fixed on yours. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. You feel a jolt of electricity at his touch, and suddenly you're acutely aware of how close you are to him.

"You know…" Auston begins, his voice low. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart is hammering in your chest now, and you can barely breathe. Is this happening? Could he be about to confess his feelings to you?

But before Auston can say anything else, there's a loud knock on the door. You both jump, and Auston quickly steps back.

"Guys, we're gonna start a bonfire!" Mitch yells through the closed door. "You coming?"

Auston looks at you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your reaction. You're still reeling from what just happened, and you're not sure if you're disappointed or relieved that you were interrupted.

"Sure," you say, trying to sound casual. "Let's go."

The rest of the evening is a blur. You sit around the campfire with your brother and Auston, talking and laughing like everything's normal. But your mind is spinning with all the what-ifs. What if you had been alone with Auston a little longer? What if he really does have feelings for you? What if you could actually make this work?

As the night wears on, you start to feel a bit nauseous. You've been keeping this secret for so long, and it's starting to take a toll on you. You look over at Auston, his face lit up by the fire, and you feel a pang of longing in your chest.

Eventually, it's time to go to bed. You say goodnight to Mitch and Auston, and retreat to your room. You lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and wonder what your next move should be.

Should you tell Auston how you feel? Should you keep it a secret? What would Mitch say if he found out? It's all too much to handle.

You decide to try and sleep, hoping that maybe tomorrow everything will seem clearer. But as you close your eyes, all you can see is Auston's face. You toss and turn, unable to get him out of your head.

Finally, you give up on sleeping altogether and get out of bed. You tiptoe down the hall towards the kitchen, hoping to find a glass of water to calm your nerves. But as you round the corner, you run straight into Auston.

"Oh, hey," he says, looking surprised. "I was just coming to get a drink too."

You nod, feeling your face flush. You both stand there awkwardly for a moment, until Auston speaks up.

"Listen, I need to talk to you."

Your heart starts racing again as you look up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I know this is going to sound crazy," he says, his voice low. "But I think I might have feelings for you."

You freeze, not sure if you're dreaming or not. Did he really just say that?

"I know it's complicated," Auston continues. "With you being Mitch's sister, and all. But I can't help the way I feel."

You're not sure what to say. You've been so used to keeping your feelings hidden that you don't know how to react now that they're out in the open.

"I have feelings for you too," you blurt out, before you can think better of it.

Auston looks surprised, but then he smiles. "Really?"

You nod, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You can't believe this is happening.

"I know we'll have to be careful," Auston says. "And talk to Mitch eventually. But I don't want to keep hiding how I feel."

You nod, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. For the first time in a long time, you feel truly happy.

Auston steps closer, taking your hand. You feel like you're in a dream as he leans down to kiss you. It's soft and sweet, and it feels like coming home.

As you break apart, you both smile at each other. "Let's take this one step at a time," Auston says. "But I promise you, I'm going to do everything I can to make this work."

You can't stop smiling as you walk back to your room, feeling lighter than you have in ages. You know that there will be challenges ahead, but right now, all you can think about is how much you love Auston.

Eventually, you fall asleep, feeling happier than you ever thought possible.

The next morning, as you sit outside and sip your coffee, you know that everything has changed. But somehow, it feels like everything is exactly as it should be. You're not just Mitch Marner's little sister anymore. You're a woman in love, and you're ready to see where this journey takes you.

[regulus-cannot-swim]

Cuddles

Y/n sat curled up on her couch, clutching a heating pad to her abdomen. The room was bathed in a soft, dim light, creating a calming atmosphere as she tried to find some relief from the discomfort that always seemed to accompany her during her period. She had reached for the TV remote, hoping to distract herself with a mindless sitcom, when a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Curiosity piqued, Y/n made her way to the door, slowly opening it to find Bucky Barnes standing there, a sympathetic smile on his face. Bucky had been Y/n's crush for what felt like an eternity, and she couldn't help the warm flutter of excitement in her chest whenever she saw him. He was always there, willing to lend an ear or offer a comforting shoulder to lean on.

"Hey, Y/n, I thought you might need some company," Bucky said softly, his voice full of concern. "Mind if I come in?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself and stepped aside, gesturing for Bucky to enter. "Of course, Bucky. It's always nice to see you."

As Bucky walked into her home, he noticed the heating pad clutched tightly in her hands. "Is everything okay?" he asked gently, concern evident in his eyes.

Y/n bit her lip nervously, trying to dismiss her discomfort as something trivial. "Oh, it's just my time of the month. Nothing too serious, just the usual cramps."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed, and without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and took the heating pad from her. "Here, let me help," he said kindly. "Why don't you sit down, and I'll take care of this."

Y/n was taken aback by his gesture, her cheeks flushing pink. She sank back down onto the couch, watching as Bucky moved to plug in the heating pad and adjust the temperature to a soothing warmth. Once the pad was situated, he turned to look at her.

"Can I join you?" Bucky asked, his eyes searching for permission.

Y/n nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Please, Bucky."

As Bucky settled himself on the couch beside Y/n, the two fell into a comfortable silence. Y/n tucked herself into Bucky's side, resting her head on his shoulder, finding solace in the warmth radiating from his body. It was in that moment, she realized that Bucky's comforting presence was like a balm for her weary soul.

Bucky began to gently run his fingers through Y/n's hair, his touch soothing and affectionate. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know," he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet filled with genuine care.

A soft smile tugged at Y/n's lips as she snuggled closer, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Bucky. It means more to me than you can imagine."

They remained wrapped in each other's embrace, finding comfort in the silence and the unspoken bond they shared. In that moment, Y/n realized that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness could make a world of difference, even during the most challenging times.

With Bucky by her side, Y/n knew that she didn't have to face anything alone - not her period, nor any other obstacles that life may throw her way. And as they continued to cuddle, Y/n couldn't help but hope that the warmth she felt in her heart would extend far beyond this particular moment, blossoming into something more beautiful and lasting.

[ukingk24]

I want to see (you) Sorina childhood friends AU part 3

Erina and Hisako begin to travel the world for her tasting work and they always tell Soma about their trips. Soma is happy for them but also a little jealous that they get to have such fun adventures. One day he asks his dad if he can go with him on one of his trips and Tamako says it’s a good idea. Jo starts bringing them along when he goes to cook and his jobs turn into little family vacations. They go every few months and Soma always cooks at every place they go

The trio exchange stories and gifts after every trip they take. Erina tells Soma about New York and Soma says his dad never took them to America when he goes so he doesn’t know much about it. He eventually asks his dad and Jo gets evasive. Tamako asks him about it privately and he admits he’s hiding something from them. Or rather, someone. Tamako is rightfully pissed and demands he tell the truth. Jo tells her about Asahi and Tamako says in no uncertain terms that they’re all going to America together next time. Soma is 7 here.

Next time comes and Soma is excited to finally go to America, though he doesn’t get why his parents look so nervous. After Jo’s job is done (and Soma learns about American food culture) he takes the family to a little orphanage and they meet a young (10) boy with messy black hair.

Asahi is initially thrilled to see Jo again but freezes when he sees who he’s with. He doesn’t need to guess since Jo talked about them, but Asahi never thought he’d meet Jo’s family. His real family. Tamako sees how nervous he is introduces herself and tries to calm him down. They all have a little chat and everything seems to go well until Soma pipes up “So we came here to see Asahi? Why? Who is he?”

This gets everyone to freeze. Leave it to a 7-year-old to point out the elephant in the room. Asahi feels like he’s going to puke because now they’re here. They’re at the point where they’re going to throw him away, tell him he’s not Jo’s real son. But he can’t just let go of the 3 years of memories he has with Jo. So he beats them to the punch. “I’m Asahi Saiba! Jouichirou’s my dad!” He declares.

This shocks the Yukihira family but before long, Tamako grins. Before she can respond, Soma once again pipes up. “Wait, if dad’s your dad… does that make you my big brother!? I have a big brother?? Why didn’t you guys tell me?!” Soma asks in excited delight. Now it’s Asahi’s turn to be shocked. He was expecting to be rebuffed and cast aside once again, now he has the son of the man he considers his father declaring him his big brother.

Tamako laughs and playfully smacks Jo

“Yeah, why didn’t we tell Soma he has a big brother?” She asks, loving seeing Jo squirm. She tells the boys to play and “get to know your brother.” She tells Asahi to stay back for a second though

“Asahi, I know you’re worried, but you don’t have to be. Everything’s gonna be ok. I promise.” Tamako says, holding out a pinky. Asahi is hesitant but he sees her smile and his hope outweighs his fear and pinky promises her.

The boys go out to play and Tamako and Jo have a serious discussion about Asahi. Tamako wants to bring him home and adopt him but Jo is hesitant. Not because he doesn’t love the boy but because he’s worried about his and everyone else’s reaction. Plus he still feels guilty keeping him a secret.

“Oh, you definitely should be, but we’ll focus on that later. Right now, all that it comes down to is this: do you love him?”

“Of course I do but-”

“Is he your son?”

“Tama, it’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Jo, look at me. Look me in the eye. Yes or no, is he your son?” Tamako asks seriously and Jo can’t help but say he is. “Then that’s that. We gotta bring our boy home.” Tamako smiles.

Outside, Soma and Asahi are playing. Soma asks why the other kids avoid Asahi and he says because they can never win when they play. Asahi copies their moves so they don’t like it. Soma asks to see and he thinks it’s really cool. Or rather, Soma is trying to play with Asahi but the older boy is hesitant. He doesn’t talk much and Soma can see he’s not having fun. He asks what’s wrong Asahi admits he’s nervous. This is the first time he’s meeting Jo’s family and while he doesn’t want to cause any problems, he also doesn’t want to stop seeing Jo. Soma reminds him that mom said she’d take care of it. Asahi says it’s not that simple since he’s not Jo’s real son but Soma is confused at this.

“Mom said you’re my brother, and you said dad’s your dad? Even dad said so. So that means mom’s your mom.”

“If that were true, why haven’t I been there?”

“We’re bringing you home this time, right?” Asahi is stunned. He doesn’t think that’ll happen but Soma is adamant. He grabs Asahi’s hand and marches back inside, saying he’s going to make them bring Asa-nii home with them.

Tamako and Jo are talking about the legal processes they’re going to have to go through to adopt Asahi and bring him to Japan when Soma comes marching back in, dragging Asahi along. “We’re taking Asa-nii back home!” He announces. Asahi is red faced from embarrassment and Tamako and Jo share a look before laughing. “Yeah, we are kiddo.”

“Oh, ok. See? I told you mom would take care of it.” Soma says simply, as if there were never any doubt. Asahi is on the verge of tears; he can’t believe this.

“Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” He says meekly. He can barely hold it together. A lifetime of pain and disappointment has kept him from hoping but right now they’re higher than they’ve ever been. If that hope turns out to be false, he might just break completely.

“We mean it kiddo. We’re talking to the orphanage about all the legal stuff, but it’s happening.” Tamako assures. Asahi looks to Jo for one last confirmation.

“I should’ve done this a long time ago, Asahi, and I can never apologize enough for not doing so. But one way or another, we’re bringing you home. That’s a promise from your father.” Jo declares and Asahi’s dam breaks. He runs into his father’s arms, crying tears of joy and Jo responds in kind.

They end up staying in America for a while to finalize the adoption process and getting Asahi’s records. Soma’s practically attached to Asahi’s hip and whenever she’s not doing paperwork or working through all the legal procedures, so is Tamako. “You got a 3-year head-start on us so we gotta make up for lost time!” Tamako says. Asahi has absolutely no complaints. Before they came, he was still complacent with seeing Jo a few times a year, knowing that their bond was strong but never really parent and child. Now, not only is Jo officially his dad, he’s got a mom and little brother. And a grandpa back home. He’s got a home! A few weeks pass, and Asahi is officially adopted and home in Japan.

At one point when dealing with all the papers, Asahi's name comes up. Everyone assumed that he'd go with Yukihira and he honestly wants that too, but he also doesn't want to get rid of Saiba. It's his link with Jo and the name is special to him. Tamako catches on to his hesitation and talk to him about it.

"Everything alright there, kiddo?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" "Asahi, how many times do I have ta ask you ta call me mom? Or at least Tamako? Literally anything but ma'am."

"Sorry ma- Tamako-san... I'm just not used to this yet."

"S'alright. You got the rest of your life to get used to it. So what's got ya stumped there?"

"Oh, uh. Just the name part..."

"You don't like Asahi?"

"No, that's not the name I'm having trouble with."

"Yukihira is the issue?"

"No! No- I'm so honored you'd let me use that it's just... Saiba..."

"I see."

"That's the name that Jouichirou gave me, it's... I don't really know how to explain it."

"You don't have to, Asahi. It's special to you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you don't wanna get rid of it."

"But I also don't want to be rude to you and Soma."

"I get it. Look, Asahi. I wanna thank you for being honest with me. I also wanna apologize for not coming to get you sooner. Trust me, I gave Jo an ear-full when he fessed up. But I need you to know something, and I want to you look at me when I say it so you know I'm serious. I need you to know that you're our family now, and we're yours. No matter what name you choose, no matter what you do, you will always be our family. Jo's always gonna be your dad, Soma's always gonna be your brother, and if you let me, I'll always be your mom. But no matter what, you'll always be my boy."

Asahi fully breaks down in Tamako's arms and they're both ugly crying tears of catharsis. He starts calling her mom right then and there. Asahi eventually decides on Asahi Saiba-Yukihira as his name

Kazusato wastes no time in spoiling his newest grandson, and even less time scolding his idiot son in law for not doing this sooner. It takes a few months for him to gain Japanese citizenship and he also goes through a few language classes to brush up his Japanese. But Asahi is a very quick learner and it’s discovered that he has a photographic memory, and that especially translates into cooking. He can see a technique and understand it after a few tries. Once he understands it, he never forgets it.

Soma’s initially jealous that Asahi can do that but it just makes him all the more motivated. He also tells Erina and Hisako right away that he got a new brother and when they come over next time, they all meet. Asahi’s a little nervous because he’s meeting his little brothers best friends and wants to make a good impression

He doesn’t have to worry too much about that though since Soma vouches for him. He decides to make a dish to break the ice and is surprised with how critical Erina is. He’s even more surprised when Soma agrees with her. Erina is pleased that Soma is actually listening to her critiquing methods. “How can I not when you do it all the time?” Erina sticks her tongue out at him. Soma responds in kind. Hisako tells him that yes, it’s like this a lot.