#im supposed to be at the office tomorrow and i have no idea how im gonna do that

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happy points that may be happy points but we dont know yet (mental breakdown shutdown era)

sleepover with friends was nice! we were all wonky, both me and best friend, so at first we had a minor issue but very quickly resolved

we had thai curry for dinner (bestie makes the best curry ive ever eaten, its a comfort food at this point)

we vibed to music, bestie played the guitar and we sung sea shanties together and also labour! and we do be sounding real nice together

i made both of my friends friendship bracelets. both loved theirs, bestie asked for a specific songs, i surprised best friend with a song i thought was fitting

we joked around, talked a lot, slept in the same bed, cuddled with bestie, the usual. home

we made pancakes in the morning (or noon lol, we woke up late)

i had my silly mental breakdown and i couldnt be more grateful for both of my friends, one holding me immediately when things got awful, the other canceling plans and letting my cry in their arms

slept over at best friends place, theyve got a goofy asf dog (bro was very wary of me in the funniest way possible)

we watched goofy yt videos and also The Autism Channel (hilarious content, 10/10)

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Cupid | LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, reader is a press officer, don't think gender is stated specifically, implied sexual content, second chance romance, she is not edited, zhou guanyu does not crash, and there are swears.

WC: ~7.7k (kill me now)

I literally hate this, im so sorry. I haven't edited it because it's late but I hope it's not bad. I'll edit it tomorrow. also how is it so longgg, it was supposed to be 5k at best. (why have i written two fics about exes having dinner?)

Being Valtteri Bottas’ PR Agent was a wild ride. From being hired by him in his early days at Williams, to his successful years at Mercedes, and now at Alfa Romeo, you’d gotten to know the man through all stages of his career. You’d been there to field off questions about his declining performance at Mercedes and had been the first one to slam open the door and start yelling at him after the ‘cheated-on-his-wife’ rumours started floating around.

However, the paycheck was good and, when he wasn’t causing you to spend many nights in meetings about his public image, you didn’t mind the guy, happy to have to follow him around the world for most of the year.

The whole Formula One thing was also a bonus, you having been hooked on the sport after your Dad introduced it to you at an early age. You’d spent countless hours watching your dad watch the car’s speed by on his tv set, finally deciding to pay attention to the race after a few years. And boy, did you love it. 

You’d spent many an early birthday present forcing your parents to take you to the Grand Prix nearest to you, saving up for months to be able to afford the tickets and the travel. Something about the sport just intrigued pre-teen you, nothing to do with Michael Schumacher at all.

So, when the chance to be a F1 driver’s personal PR agent had landed on your advertisement agency’s desk, the place you had worked in the early days of your career, you had snatched it up quickly. The work started well before the start of the 2013 season, you having to meet the man himself and quickly getting adjusted to the many people you’d need to know to network for the guy. 

You’d also met Maldonado’s PR agent, one from the Williams team, who quickly brought up the ideas of doing interviews and press releases between the two drivers. You were swept into the world of the sport, beginning to get into the swing of things. 

Years passed, as did teammates, and Valtteri got signed to Mercedes alongside Lewis Hamilton. You didn’t know if your employment would carry over to Mercedes, but a team shirt and a letter letting you know about when Valtteri’s responsibilities started being mailed to your house confirmed it pretty quickly.

The atmosphere at Mercedes was more professional, though the team still treated each other as family. You’d often see engineers leaving together, going to go get drunk and celebrate Lewis’ common wins and Valtteri’s less common, but still happening, wins. 

You’d often spend hours at a time bargaining for spots for Valtteri in interviews and in PR related spots, and it worked. He was a well-known man, your job was practically done. The bosses were (finally) appeased, Valtteri was happy, and you could finally relax after years straight of stressing about social media and whatever the hell a vine was and if that was still relevant.

And then you’d gone and got yourself trapped in an elevator with Lewis Hamilton. 

Being a Mercedes employee, though only temporary, you’d met Lewis often during interviews and team meetings. However, you never really know a person until you spend five hours sitting opposite each other in a broken-down elevator, only being able to see each other by the light of your phone's flashlight, waiting for some sort of help as there was no signal.

Your conversation had started off hesitantly, you incredibly intimidated by the several-time world champion and him having a fleeting idea of who you were. The conversation had eventually fizzled out till the lift jolted, and a creaking sound echoed into the cavern of the contraption.

Your telling groan that you couldn’t hold back elicited a concerned “You alright?” from Lewis and then you eventually had to tell the professional F1 driver, who raced cars at over 200km/h every other weekend, about your fear of small spaces.

He hadn’t judged you for it, something which you thought was rather nice, and had even tried to adjust for you, moving to the very other side of the small box. Granted, your feet still touched, but you thought the sentiment was nice. 

He was more down to earth than you expected, you knew he wasn’t a prick but you weren’t expecting him to be… kind. Soon enough, after a few more questions about why you were afraid of small spaces and other questions, you both had spiraled into boundless conversation. 

You had talked about things you’d never talked about with someone, let alone a practical stranger, his soothing accent making it easier to open up to him. Things like the future and where it would take you, uncertainties about both your careers, even relationships, the type of conversations you only have trapped in a suspended metal box in the dark. 

Lewis was a fantastic person to talk to. He’d listen when he needed to and returned your conversation with equal energy, as though he actually wanted to be part of the conversation. For some reason he had decided to trust you and had talked freely to you, showing you a side that you doubted many people had seen.

Maybe it was the fact he couldn’t see your face or maybe you just gave off a trustworthy vibe. You didn’t know. All you knew was that, all of a sudden, you were one of Lewis Hamilton’s most trusted confidants. 

Even after someone had finally realised you were missing and exactly where you were, calling more firemen than necessary to bust open the lift though you supposed that’s what you were supposed to do when a ‘Sir’ was trapped in an elevator, Lewis had asked for your phone number and had continued to text you.

You’d met up a few times over the season, quickly becoming incredibly close friends who told each other everything. You’d had to deal with a few teases from Valtteri, who’d shut up when you reminded him who controlled the public’s opinion of him. 

During the off-season Lewis had invited you to come to his house for dinner. You’d went, it was lovely, and then you’d unknowingly experienced the moment of truth in your weird friendship/developing relationship. 

You’d been sitting at Lewis’s dinner table, eagerly chatting to the man about your family, leaning in closer and closer until the both of you were nearly leaning over the table. He’d cooked for you, an act you found incredibly sweet for the multi-millionaire who probably had ten private chefs on speed-dial, and you’d spent the evening wining and dining. 

You had both finished your main courses, talking about everything and anything when a loud bang had come from the upstairs of the man’s house. He glossed right over it, ignoring the loud sound. You had been about to comment on it but, at his nonchalance, you deigned not to. 

The conversation had continued, you both moving from his table to the couch he owned, which probably cost more than your salary earned you, when another loud sound, which sounded suspiciously like a bark, reverberated through his open-plan house. 

He sighed loudly at your questioning look, deciding that he couldn’t ignore it this time. He opened his mouth to speak but, before he could utter a syllable, the tapping of claws sounded against the stairs located, conveniently, in view of his living room. 

You looked up and there stood one of the largest Bulldogs you had ever seen. It was almost majestic, the way that he stood there on the steps, panting as though he’d just run a race. His brown coat was shining in the twilight glow, his muzzle a white colour in comparison to the rest of his body.

He took a few steps down the stairs, tripping on one before regaining his posture. You could only watch in wonder, mouth agape, as the beautiful beast padded down the steps and took a turn, approaching you head on.

The dog was a thing of beauty, his droopy face conveying no discernable emotion except from being tired. He slowly made his way to the couch, you doing nothing but watching as he trotted along the hardwood floors. You didn’t catch Lewis staring at you warily as you were only focused on the thing that younger you would’ve fought a clan of savage chipmunks in order to have.

The dog eventually made his way in front of you, plopping his behind down on the carpet and staring up at you questioningly. You didn’t know what emotion your face was conveying, you only knew it was very silent.

You cautiously reached a hand down to rub between his ears. After a second of your rubbing he made a gruff ‘woof’ sound and you couldn’t help it, an entranced whine releasing from your throat. Collapsing onto the floor beside the dog, you forgot about Lewis, focusing completely on the magnificent specimen of a dog. 

Roscoe, as you’d soon come to know via a fond Lewis, took to you as soon as you took to him. Within a minute the dog was letting you handle him as much as you’d like, rolling over on his back to let you get his stomach and vigorously licking your arm as you pet him. Praises spilled from your lips abound, making sure to let the bulldog know just how much of a good boy he was.

At a cough you turned from your spot on the floor to face Lewis, the radiant grin he had on his face making you feel as though you’d passed a test of sorts. Roscoe also turned to look at Lewis before turning back to you and huffing. 

He moved forward, stepping on your legs, trying to sit on you, before falling off the slope onto the carpet. You then picked him up and cuddled him, trying to keep eye-contact with Lewis as you did so. Lewis’ eyes had turned into half moons as he watched you love on his dog, his smile consuming his face.

“I’m glad he likes you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if he didn’t.” He admitted, placing his drink on a wooden table that stood beside the couch. He then slowly slid from the couch onto the floor beside you, leaning his body down till he was face-to-face with Roscoe and gave the dog a kiss.

“He’s got good taste.” You commented and Lewis released a laugh, glancing up at you.

“Me or the dog?” He asked after a second and you paused, overdramatically placing a finger on your chin and tilting your head as though you were thinking. You then shrugged and he laughed again, you not missing the incredibly familiar twinkle in his eye as he looked at you.

After that, you’d found that Lewis was a lot more eager to meet at his house. Roscoe, accompanied by the sheepish man, was bowling you over nearly every time the door was opened to you. Lewis had also made the trip to your house, though you doubted he’d seen a house as small as yours within the last ten years. He seemed to like it though, settling in quickly and even staying there when you were at work. The off-season had continued like that, casually building your relationship between his training and your many meetings with Alfa Romeo, trying to settle the discussions about your contract after Valtteri’s move.

You’d finally gotten somewhere just before the season started after having to plead to not be replaced by an inside hire, Valtteri backing you up and stating he wouldn’t race without you. Alfa Romeo had accepted and then you finally had the contract you’d wanted. 

You’d left the meeting, Valtteri in tow, before turning around and hugging the man for having your back before you both said goodbye and made your way home and to the gym respectively.

The uber ride you’d hired was peaceful, the man staring straight ahead as you looked out the window, your small apartment building coming into your view. You smiled as you saw it, thinking of the Lewis you’d left in bed that morning, having to pull yourself out before him to go to your meeting. 

The climb up the steps (the elevator didn’t work which Lewis hadn’t complained about when you’d explained it in embarrassment) had seemed to take forever no matter how fast you climbed. When you’d finally made it to your floor, you had to practically drag yourself across the hallway to your door, unlocking it with force after the lock had gotten stuck.

Immediately you could tell something was off, the place seemed colder than that morning and it didn;t have to do with the fact the thermostat had broken a few months ago. All the lights were off and there was no noise coming from within, a telltale sign that Lewis was somewhere within whether he was listening to music or talking to someone. 

That was ok, though, he might’ve been at a meeting like the one you’d had, though you doubted there would be less than 7 zero’s on his contract. But that’s the difference between a big team and Alfa Romeo, you work with what you get.

You looked to the side table, placing your keys in the bowl, noticing the absence of Lewis’ keys. But that made sense if he was at a training session or a meeting, so you continued into the apartment, losing components of your outerwear as you went. 

You’d lost your scarf and blazer as you’d made your way to your bedroom, prepared to change from your business outfit into one of Lewis’ many shirts when you opened your closet. A quick rummage and you couldn’t find any. Weird.

You checked again before moving to another part of your closet and noting the lack of his hoodies or jumpers, which was even weirder as you’d stolen a few of them last week. You turned and moved to your dresser, an old antique wooden piece you’d picked up from an op-shop a few years ago after seeing it and falling in love.

You’d opened your drawer specifically for pajamas and found everything you’d acquired through your time of living independently but Lewis’ shirts. Moving to the many drawers Lewis used specifically when he’d stay over, a small inkling of panic settled in your stomach however you ignored it and opened the drawer.

Nothing. There was nothing left in the drawer. You quickly opened all his other drawers, almost pulling them out of the dresser with the force you were applying. All of them were empty. This caused the inkling to grow to an uneasy pool. Maybe he’d taken them to wash them at his place?

You stepped back from the dressers, incredibly confused and vehemently denying the growing panic in you. You walked, not ran, into your bathroom. The lonely toothbrush sitting on the counter sent a strange feeling, almost like adrenaline, rushing through you. Opening the cupboards under the counter you noted the loss of his extra face wipes and the moisturizers he insisted on using. 

You ran to your kitchen, not seeing anything off, before slamming into the back of the couch in your open plan apartment in your haste to get into the living room. The action caused pain to ring through your shins but you barely registered it, the missing cd’s that normally sat on the table your tv was balancing on that he had insisted were better than Spotify the only thing you were focused on. 

A quick look down the hallway to the door of your apartment only furthered your dread, noticing details you hadn’t seen before. The missing stack of shoes that he normally toed-off at the door and the missing extra wallet he left on the side table in case someone broke in almost confirmed your fears.

But what really set in the fact that he’d packed up and left was the missing leash that normally hung from a hook you’d installed specifically on the back of your front door. The inscribed ‘Roscoe’ on the hook seemed almost mocking from your place on the couch, but you couldn’t really acknowledge it, the tears filling your eyes blurring your vision.

You stood up from the couch and stormed back into the bedroom, slamming the open drawers shut, not hearing the splintering of the vintage wood. You picked up your phone from your bed that you’d tossed earlier in your haste to become relaxed, and opened your messages.

He hadn’t sent anything to you explaining his leaving and when you went to send a text (‘??? Where are you’) the message that you’d been blocked popped up at the bottom of the screen. You could only stare at the screen for a second, the implications of what he’d done sending emotional shockwaves through you. 

You barked out a sardonic laugh, your hand flopping from its position in front of you to be held uselessly at your side, your phone slipping from your grasp onto the floor. The world went still for a moment before you lifted a hand to cover your vision, the tears slipping from your eyes wetting your hand.

You sat alone on your bed that had, not even 24 hours ago, contained what you had thought was your future. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry at this point, the grief for something that was evidently never meant to be controlling your thoughts. A long deep sigh left you before it was interrupted by a sob. And then another sob.

You ended up falling asleep alone that night, still dressed in the smart pants and white shirt you’d worn to your meeting. Your only lullaby was your sobbing, not the sound of his gentle humming, something which you kept reminding yourself of. 

Valtteri had commented that you’d seemed sad the next time he’d seen you but neither of you had addressed it past that, him knowing when to keep his mouth shut. He especially knew to shut up after the intense glare you had fixed him. 

The season had started again and, while you were prepared for your duties as a PR agent, Valtteri’s full calendar being proof enough for that, you weren’t sure you were prepared to see Lewis again. Especially after the news that he was already seeing someone else had come out a week before the first race.

You’d returned Valtteri’s knowing glance with as much strength as you could muster and promptly ignored his further pitying look, choosing to feel sorry for yourself at home that night. You’d also ignored his attempts to try to get you to talk to Tiffany, you liked the woman but you didn’t think you should burden her with your ridiculous, because that’s what it was looking back, delusions that you could’ve been something more than just a summer fling to Lewis Hamilton.

You’d successfully managed to avoid Lewis the whole first couple of races, eventually beginning to see fleeting glances of him throughout the paddock. Seeing him for the first time with his partner had hurt but, looking at her, you couldn’t exactly blame him.

She was gorgeous and, after you’d done a bit of searching, was exactly his previous type. She was wealthy and had a respectable job, someone worthy of being with him. You’d made sure to avoid him after that.

You kept on at work though, determined to be the best goddamn PR Agent Alfa Romeo had ever seen. And you were succeeding. Valtteri was getting brand deals and after more positive press around him and his dedication to the sport regardless of his company, you were finally able to relax. 

And by relaxing, you meant getting wasted at a bar. In fairness, last time you’d relaxed you’d ended up more broken hearted than you’d ever been, so releasing some steam at a bar had seemed an appropriate route.

And it was, being able to drink away your sorrows and spill your guts out to a bartender in a small rundown pub in the middle of Canada was the perfect way to unwind. You hadn’t told the whole story of course, you resented the guy for what he did to you but you didn’t want to tarnish his reputation, but it was nice to tell it to some random person who probably didn’t even understand the way you were switching between Swedish, English, and Finnish. 

You’d woken up the next morning with a heavy weight off your shoulders and a nice Canadian man in your hotel bed, sending him off with a promise to call before promptly adding his phone number to your phone. Valtteri could tell something had changed when you’d walked into his driver’s room the next day, prepared to tell him about his schedule. You greeted his questioning look with a smirk and he shook his head, a disbelieving look on his face.

You’d found that you hadn’t thought about Lewis the whole day, when you’d settled into your hotel bed the night after the race. A warm feeling had spread through you at that, the knowledge that the man no longer consumed your thoughts making you feel good inside.

The next race weekend you were ready to go, the British GP making you pumped. You weren’t so pumped when Valtteri DNF’ed and were mentally preparing answers for the Finn as the race continued, briefing him on every response you could think of in relation to the gearbox issue. Zhou Guanyu did well in his race though, so the garage was quite excited for him, even though Valtteri hadn’t finished.

When the interviews had rolled around after all of the celebrations, you were following Valtteri on the walk to his first interview, eventually stopping to the side of him as a mic was held in front of him and the cameras had started rolling. 

Typical questions such as if he was happy for his teammate and if he was happy with the car were asked, some weirder questions such as if he thought the car’s not-working had to do with some obscure political issue before eventually the interview was wrapped up and the Finn moved on to his next interview, you following him.

You could see other drivers beginning to arrive in the area, being interviewed before you quickly looked away, not wanting to see if he was close. You’d managed to avoid him thus far today, how hard could a few more hours be?

You’d thought that before you heard the faint but tell-tale bark of Roscoe and you had to force yourself not to turn around and run to the dog. Lewis had mentioned bringing the dog to his home race at some point while you were together, so you weren’t exactly surprised at Roscoe’s presence. 

Valtteri’s interview was continuing in the background of your mind as you thought over the nights you’d spent cuddled with Roscoe and Lewis. Did you miss him or Lewis more? Did Lewis even miss you?

Valtteri nudged you in the side, his eyes wide and you snapped back to reality, staring at the interviewer.

“Pardon?” You asked, politely trying to make it seem as though you just hadn’t heard them and were paying attention.

“I just asked if Valtteri preferred Mercedes or Alfa Romeo.” The interviewer filled in and you turned to Valtteri, a questioning look on your face. Surely he could handle that question? He vehemently shook his head. Alrighty then.

You brought out both your hands in front of you, prepared to gesture out an answer for Valtteri to say. But before you could a large force had pounded into your back, knocking you to the floor and landing on top of you. The weight was heavy but it was warm and… was it licking you? “Roscoe! Oh my god, I am so sorry!” A voice came from behind you.

Oh no.

While you had been mentally preparing an answer for Valtteri, Lewis had been walking around the media area, Roscoe in tow on a leash. The dog had been restless ever since he’d entered the pen, Lewis echoing that sentiment as he saw a brief glimpse of you. He wanted nothing more than to run to you but he couldn’t with media responsibilities weighing him down.

Eventually the interviewer’s fill of Roscoe was full and he was able to do a little bit of wandering around the area. Lewis had handed the leash of the now-agitated Roscoe to Angela as he went to go answer some more questions, the press incredibly curious about the dynamics of the car.

Angela, bless her soul, had tried her best to wrangle the dog, but his continuous pulling and barking was beginning to annoy some of the media. Seeing this, Angela had decided to just let the dog pull her away, Roscoe almost dragging her as he went. 

He had pulled her almost completely across the room before he got too violent and managed to rip the leash from her hands, leaving Angela stumbling in the dust as he began to run. Lewis had watched this happen, and continued to watch in horror as Roscoe ran up behind you.

One gigantic leap and you were pushed to the floor, the big bulldog nuzzling into your neck. The world seemed to almost go quiet before Angela ran over, trying to grab the collar of the rabid dog, asking if you were ok.

Lewis had started to move over, dismissing the reporter who he was talking to as he made his way to his dog and his ex-lover. He saw you roll over on the floor, a small sad smile on your face as the dog began slobbering over you. A few more steps and he was in front of you, scolding Roscoe and apologising as he effortlessly grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him back.

You tried not to look in his eyes, knowing all your effort of trying to get over him would be null if you saw his face. You ignored the hand he extended, instead smoothing down your clothes as you sat on the floor, only pulling yourself up when he awkwardly lowered his hand, framing it as if you just didn’t see.

He knew though, he’d developed the unfortunate skill of reading you.

You didn’t look at him as you assured him you were fine and that he should continue with his interviews, only sparing a glance at Angela who looked at you with a regretful hint in her eyes. You didn’t want to think about that more than you had to, waving them off to more interviews. 

You turned around before you could see Lewis leave, thankfully not seeing the longing he had displayed over his face as he turned away, back to his interviews. 

Would you have been able to hold it together if you’d seen the look he’d shot you? No. Were you when you watched it back after the weekend? Also no.

You turned back to Valtteri, cracking a quick joke, before he got back to his interviews. You spent the rest of that day picking gravel out of your palms, trying to forget about the whole interaction. You wouldn’t let this break your progress, the handsome Canadian man in your contacts getting a ring that night as you tried to distract yourself.

After a few days of you cursing Roscoe for trying to see you while also feeling as though you should arrange some sort of custody agreement so you could see the beautiful beast, a notification had popped up on your phone. It was a recommended tweet, a news article about how Lewis had apparently split from his “new fling”. 

That sent you spiraling, questioning why on earth the algorithm had thought to show you this and wondering what you’d done wrong in your past life in order for this to be what was happening to you.

You’d only become more confused a day later, when Angela had sent you an email, saying that Lewis would like to meet up and apologise because of the media backlash. The thing was you’d seen no media backlash, people just finding the dog's enthusiasm funny. 

If there was any sort of trouble, you’d have seen it, it was your job after all, so you were left sitting on your couch, pondering what was the point of the meeting she was trying to set up.

You’d aired the email for a few days, wondering what you should do. You wanted to say yes, to talk to Lewis again and ask him what had happened, but you didn’t want to get hurt again. And you knew you’d be hurt when you saw him doing perfectly fine without you.

The fact that Angela was waiting for you to respond didn’t cross your mind till you received a text from an unknown number, politely asking you to respond. The older woman had waited till she knew you’d read the text, about five minutes, before sending a more desperate text. That had your eyebrows raising unwillingly, confused about why she had sent three “please”’s in one paragraph.

Regardless you fell victim to knowing how hard it was to try and manage a driver's personal and professional commitments and said yes. Only because you felt bad for Angela was what you kept telling yourself.

Eventually the day had come and you were dreading it, lying on your couch until the last second possible. The thought of canceling had popped through your head multiple times but it was too late now. The only way you could back out is if an emergency happened or you died on the way to the private restaurant Angela had insisted on booking, saying that even though the meeting was supposed to be platonic, it shouldn’t be aired to the public.

A deep sigh left you as you pulled yourself up and walked to your bedroom, dressing yourself in business clothes. You wanted to put effort in, but knowing that you’d definitely be embarrassed if you showed up glammed out and he showed up in a shirt and jeans, you decided against it. It was a business dinner anyway, simply to smooth over a wrong that had been committed against you. 

But it wasn’t a wrong, it was Roscoe pushing you over, which could hardly be considered a wrong and was more the dog testing the things he could get away with.

The real wrong was what Lewis had done to you. You hoped that you could get through the ordeal without talking about it, showing up and then posting a picture to Lewis’s instagram or something about how it was all good to appease the critics.

Except there were no critics, it was just Lewis wanting to have dinner with you. Or maybe it was just Angela trying to meddle. Maybe he was going to try to apologise for him ghosting you? You didn’t know if you would accept it.

You might’ve been able to accept it if he’d been honest from the start, telling you that he wouldn’t want you past the end of the break so you could quickly shut down the relationship before it started and move on with your life.

A thought that’d you always try to flush from your mind sprung to the front of it as you wondered. Maybe you were being too harsh. You’d never explicitly expressed what you were, maybe you had just been overthinking it the whole time you were together. Or rather, not together. 

But that would’ve been unfair to you anyways, you reassured yourself. Him letting you get a taste of his future before exempting you from it was a cruel thing to do to anyone.

A ring from your phone let you know that you should’ve been out the door at this point. You quickly cursed before grabbing your essentials and running to your entryway, pulling your shoes on, before grabbing your keys from the side table. 

After locking your door, you ran down the stairs to your apartment building and hailed a taxi. Luckily traffic wasn’t too bad, so you were able to arrive at the restaurant on time, quickly hurrying inside and getting led to your table.

You never had to worry about being late though, as Lewis wasn’t there when you got to the private booth. It was fine, he came from the other side of town so he’d probably only be a few minutes late.

It was about twenty minutes later you’d sighed and decided to ring Angela. Ironically, she didn’t pick up. You couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that left your throat, shaking your head at the sad reality of your situation.

Ghosted by two members of Mercedes. Maybe it was a good idea for Valtteri to move when he had, otherwise they may have just stopped picking up the phone. You gave him ten more minutes before trying Angela again. The same response. 

At this point you were sick of being made the fool of. Perhaps it was your fault for believing your dispute could be resolved, your fault for believing you were worth showing up for. You stood up with a pressure at the back of your eyes and began the walk from the private booth all the way at the back of the swanky restaurant to the exit.

Before you got even five meters from your table, the door to the restaurant slammed open. Everyone turned to stare at the heavily breathing world champion as he took a second to recoup himself. He didn’t let himself look at anyone in the restaurant as he straightened his suit and turned to the host, who looked a little shell shocked. A quick exchange later and the host stepped back from the little podium he was stood behind. 

You quickly scampered back to your seat, making it just in time and plastering an unimpressed look over your face. Looking back up, you could see Lewis scanning all the patrons of the premises before his eyes paused and locked onto you. 

The simple action of making eye-contact, a luxury which you had refused yourself during your bump with Roscoe, sent a lick of emotion down your spine. You couldn’t exactly read his face, you didn’t know what he was choosing to display or doing unwittingly after being played by him for months, but you believed he was relieved. 

When he arrived at the table he waved off the host with a small ‘thanks’ before sitting down in the seat opposite to you. It was silent for a few seconds, you both continuing eye contact. You were trying to find anything you could recognise in his eyes while he was just looking at you, at your face. 

“I’m sorry for being so late.” He spoke finally, a slight tilt growing at the corners of his lips. You didn’t respond and the awkwardness won him over after a few more seconds, something that was quite uncharacteristic of him. He coughed.

“The lift wouldn’t work, I’d left my keys, then no one would pull over. I tried to call you but my phone died, so I just ran trying to get here.” He said and averted his eyes, a mannerism you’d recognised as a nervous tick the couple of times you’d seen it. You didn’t know how to reply so you let your emotions take hold.

“Your call wouldn’t have gone through.” You said blankly and he looked back to you, before chuckling awkwardly. You didn’t find it funny.

“You would’ve had to unblock me first.” You needlessly elaborated, getting some sadistic enjoyment out of the way the man squirmed. He continued his awkward laughing, you joining in to laugh sardonically.

You didn’t know where this feeling, of needing him to a sliver of the uncomfortableness he’d caused you, had come from. The feeling you got from his discomfort wasn’t pleasure though, it felt empty as though it was pointless in the long run. You supposed it was, he wouldn’t remember you in a few years and your small petty actions wouldn’t even matter when he married the princess of some country. 

He cleared his throat, drawing your attention from your musings to his face.

“I wanted to apologise.” He stated bluntly and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, no shit. He caught your expression and winced. 

“I should’ve had Roscoe on a tighter leash and not have given him to Angela. It was my fault-” You tuned him out as he continued, shaking your head in disbelief. Yeah sure, it was why the meeting had been arranged, but you’d genuinely thought he might’ve talked about the elephant in the room at some point. Maybe you were judging harshly though. Maybe after a few minutes he’d start talking about the model he’d piped the other day or the Albanian billionaire who wanted to be his sugar mommy.

You’d forgotten that he could read you like a book and had stopped when he realised you were no longer paying attention. He reached over the table to wave a hand in front of your eyes, an action that was very rude, and you reacted accordingly. You turned to face him, affronted, and he smiled at your expression before his face turned serious and he breathed a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to talk about what had happened.” He said finally, staring down at the table, and you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your buttons. You started to talk, the words leaving your mouth before you could properly think about them, hurt blurring your thoughts.

“Of course I would love to recount the time I came home and I found my place ransacked.” You said, the fakeness of your enthusiasm leaking into your words causing him to flinch.

“I’d love to talk about the messages I sent you before I realised I’d been blocked. Sure, let’s talk about how, not even two weeks after telling me you thought we’d have a future together, you’d completely left me, without a word of discussion.” You finally let out, almost strangling your throat closed so as to not let more of the hurt out. This was a work-related dinner after all and you didn’t want to draw more attention than Lewis already had.

His face had fallen, an incredibly unfamiliar look coating his face and you tried to stop yourself before you spoke, trying to tame the biting uncertainties in your head.

“Was it because I’d moved companies?” You questioned and he looked up. “Should I not have followed Valtteri?” Your question floated in the air and he shook his head, a sorrowful expression taking over his face.

“Then why?” You asked after a second and he paused, not responding. You, tired of his silence, thought about all the reasons you’d gone over in your head, and settled on the one that made the most sense to you. Looking back, it was probably the most unrealistic, but it made sense to the angry and sad mindset you had.

“Was it because I couldn’t afford everything?” His head snapped up, shock colouring his features. “I could’ve moved to a new apartment if it bothered you, having to stay over at my place. I knew you didn’t do a lot of things that break because I couldn’t pay, but you could’ve told me if you wanted to. I do have a savings account I could’ve dipped into.” You said quietly, looking down at the table, all the fight having been sapped from your body. 

You were tired. You didn’t know what the time difference was between you and Canada, but you were sure that you could set an alarm and wake up to spill your guts to the stranger, it was better than telling anyone you knew. 

Lewis called your name but you didn’t look up from the table, hoping to not see any form of confirmation in his eyes. He reached a hand over the table, this time to not be rude but to lift your chin up and look in your eyes. He contemplated for a second before speaking softly.

“I thought it was what you wanted.” He said and you reared back, completely shocked before he continued.

“You kept going to meetings with Alfa Romeo and I thought it was your subtle way of telling me to fuck off. You know, that you had more important things to worry about than a driver from your old company. We’d never talked about what we were and I just thought…” He paused for a second here, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at the wall before looking back into your eyes.

“I thought I could bite the bullet, leave before you could tell me to go. And it worked in the end, you’ve been doing exceptionally well. I haven’t seen a bad story about Valtteri in months.” He said and withdrew his hand as he leaned back against the chair behind him.  You processed his words for a moment before he cleared his throat, drawing you back to look at him.

“I would never, by the way.” He disclosed quietly and you tilted your head. He continued. “I don’t mind if you have the money or not, for that break your apartment was the best place for me.” 

The use of the present tense threw you off for a second, leaving you to rearrange yourself in your seat and clear your throat as you thought of a response. You couldn’t, opening your mouth but no words coming out. He’d stunned you into silence. You finally found your voice after steeling yourself for a second. “W-what about umm… what was her name?” You asked, a stutter permeating your words. He just sighed, letting his head fall slack to stare at the table. 

“It was a mistake.” He said quietly, and guilt for the poor girl rushed through you. “I thought that after I’d let you go I should at least try to find something as a replacement.” He looked up at you.

“I couldn’t though, no one could match to you. But I couldn’t leave her without a reason.” 

He leaned further back in his seat, his voice terse as he spoke. “She gave me plenty of reason after I caught her in bed with her ex.” You winced at the tone of his voice and gave him a second to collect his thoughts. Even if he was trying to break it off, it’s never a good feeling to be cheated on. 

You spoke up after a second, trying to clear the silence between you and deciding he should know about your fling after you’d ended if this dinner was going to way you thought it was.

“I met a man in Canada.” You said hesitantly and you saw his shoulders drop.

“Oh.” He said quietly, before shaking himself out as if he was a cat and plastering a smile on his face. Lewis made eye-contact and asked you a question.

“What’s his name?” Fake-enthusiasm permeated his question, as though he was trying to hide his disappointment. 

You didn’t want to address that, though you knew you had to. Could you take him back? You didn’t know for sure if he would leave you again, which scared you. The whole idea of taking him back scared you, though the thought of more time with him that wasn’t spent trying to avoid looking his way made you hopeful. You tried not to feel that way, knowing that you shouldn’t base your happiness on the man.

But he had apologised and explained his reasoning. As much as you wanted to curse him out for not talking with you, it did make sense. Feelings of inadequacy were present in every person, no matter how remarkable they were.

Look at you, already being hypocritical over your own words. You’d said you didn’t know if you’d take him back, but now you were already planning it. Was that pathetic? You didn’t like to think it was, but maybe you were wrong, ignoring your dignity in favour of the man.

God, if only the world was more simple and less complicated. If only you hadn’t gotten locked in an elevator, if only Roscoe hadn’t been as adorable as he was, if only you’d said no to this dinner. If only you’d just talked about your feelings from the start instead, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

Too late now though, you supposed, snapping back to the present and leveling eye-contact with Lewis. You contemplated your words, knowing they’d probably either be the start or the end of your time with him.

“I don’t remember.” You said finally, staring at Lewis’ face as a smile that he tried to contain spread over it.

“You don’t remember his name?” He asked, almost trying to confirm his words and you shook your head. He couldn’t control his smile, trying to mask it behind a cough. You only started to grin in response, looking into his eyes as they slowly turned back into half-moons.

A cleared-throat startled you both out of your bubble and you turned to the waiter, who looked as if he had just watched a soap opera play out in front of him. He awkwardly held out menus to the both of you and you quickly accepted them, apologising for making him stand awkwardly for so long.

When he’d left you both had looked at each other and exchanged smiles. The dinner had continued and it was as lovely as Lewis himself. That is to say, very lovely. 

After paying and making the walk to Lewis’ house, you both stumbled into Lewis’ abode, not able to keep your hands off of each other. However a large obstacle had stopped you from taking it further, namely the heavy weight of the british bulldog that decided to settle himself on top of you the second you’d walked through the door.

You could barely hear Lewis’s laughter over the sound of Roscoe licking the side of your face, you muffling your own laughter into the carpet. 

When you’d next seen Valtteri, he’d only taken one glance at your neck before shooting you a smirk, the knowing glance he had on his face making you roll your eyes as you pushed him to his interviews.

i got stuck halfway through but i just wanted it overrrr. Hopefully it's not too bad, let me know in the comments.

[lonelychicago]

inspiration saturday! 💌

so i started this au inspired by the movie suck me shakespeer and im excited... so here's a moodboard and a lil snippet!

ex convict! buck and er doctor! eddie

“What do you mean you buried the money at a construction site?” It takes every cell in Buck's body not to smack Ravi right on the head.

Ravi sputters and his eyes widen comically. Buck would laugh if panic wasn't already choking him inside. “I didn't know! You told me to hide it, so I did!”

Buck raises his eyebrows and looks at the brand new hospital across the street, and then at Ravi, then at the hospital again and one more time back to his friend.

“And do you see why burying it at a fucking construction site was a bad idea?” He says between gritted teeth.

“I didn't think they were actually going to construct anything.” Ravi defends himself. “You know how it is. These guys take forever. How was I supposed to know they would be done by the time you got out?”

“You didn't even think to check?” Buck asks incredulously. He forces himself to take long, deep breaths and counts to ten in his head. It's probably not a good idea to kill Ravi right now, when Buck is just freshly out of prison.

Besides, he has a meeting with his probation officer tomorrow. Showing up with bruised, bloody knuckles to her office would probably not be the best look for him.

"Well, we've gotta figure out a way to dig it up," Buck announces after a few minutes, a plan already starting to form in his head.

“How?”

“The money is probably buried in the basement, right?” Buck asks. If he just had access to it he'd be able to dig his way to the cash. “I just have to… get there.”

They both frown and stare at the hospital, Buck sees a group of what looks like interns hurry inside. Doctors and nurses come and go and some ambulances pass by. If he could just figure out a way—

A janitor would have access to every room in the hospital, right? And Buck needs a job to meet his probation requirements anyway.

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[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || three

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

okay if we were being very honest, e/n was an attractive guy. well-liked by everyone, especially yn's parents -- mother. he had a good office job, loved the idea of starting a family and was rather... old-fashioned in his thoughts.

e/n had asked her out 2 years prior. she agreed because she was desperate to please her mother. but it wasn't as if she didn't like him. she did. just... not as much as she would have preferred. he was all those good things, but he didn't let her be free. he always talked her down when she brought up her art or passions. but he made her parents happy. so she suppressed it.

when he cheated on her, she didn't feel any sadness. not much resentment either. but when he stole her apartment from her, she lost her shit.

"what do you mean i can't take my apartment back? MY NAME IS ON THE LEASE!!"

"i did not sign that! that's a forged signature! how many times do i have to tell you, i have no recollection of EVER signing my apartment off to him! god why won't you even investigate the signature!"

not only did she have to deal with this bastard's theft, but now she had to deal with him at work too.

"do you know where's the bathroom?" (random museum goer)

she kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

"oh yn! I didn't know you worked here." - e/n

"hi e/n. what do you need. and where's your side chick." - yn

"she went to the bathroom. i wanted to see you." - e/n

"when the fuck are you going to leave me alone? you already stole my house. what else do you want?" - yn

"yn, you're being ridiculous. just come back to me. i'll ditch her for you. i just wanted to try someone new. you're not exactly a... fun partner you know? fun in that way." - e/n

"leave me alone. i already have a new apartment. just please. i don't fucking like you anymore. just leave me alone. stop harassing me, okay? your idiotic excuses and reasonings don't make ANY sense at all. just go." - yn

"so why haven't you told your mom about our breakup? hm? do you really not like me anymore?" - e/n

"i've told you time and time again. i don't talk to my mother. at all. if you care so much, just tell her yourself. why we broke up. hm? or do you want me to get byeongho to tell her. because I will. i'm not telling her because i'm trying to help you save face. if i tell her, your father will know. and he will not be happy. i'm trying to do one nice thing for you despite you fucking another girl in OUR BED." - yn

and just like a saviour, minghao was running up to her.

"yn, your boss told me to look for you about managing my exhibit. oh. hi e/n. get lost, thanks." - minghao

"mind your own business, [redacted slur]" - e/n

security kicks him out.

"thanks, hao. my day has been ruined because of him." - yn

"i'll buy you lunch? i don't think you've had lunch yet." - minghao

"thanks but i'm good. i don't usually have lunch anyways. i'm going to head home. my shift is over." - yn

"did wonwoo tell you our friend was staying over at your place today?" - minghao

"huh. who? he didn't tell me." - yn

i guess he forgot - minghao

"lee chan, or dino. the soloist. so don't be too shocked if you see him walking around." - minghao

"right. i'll see you tomorrow for lunch, minghao. go hang out with jun." - yn

"he's filming a movie right now. how am i supposed to go see him?" - minghao

"figure it out!" - yn

she forgot about dino and walked into the bathroom not knowing he would be there. luckily, he was half-clothed.

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synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[littledollll]

Hi! Your writing is stunning! Well, and truly so! 🌱✨️☁️

Are requests open? If so, could you maybe write an Angst fic of where a shy student!reader comes into contact with the Hyde and gets scratched up on their arm or something while escaping and tried to hide it with their blazer until they can try and sort it in their dorm, too worried to ask for help, but gets found by Larissa Weems along the way, so they try and play it off as something small and unimportant while trying to keep it hidden?

Multitalented

Larissa Weems x Student!Reader

A/n: absolutely baffled at the amount of requests I find I missed so this is why my requests were closed! I wanted to catch up on these<3 I have some I have ideas for, I have some that are just little imagines and others I have no idea what to write for but we’re going strong!

Warnings: injury, process of cleaning said injury, platonic pairing, only slightly angsty

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You have no idea how you managed to get away. Scratched up but you weren’t sure how much really, you just felt a stinging pain on your arm that you decided to cover up so you could tend to it later. Adrenaline kept you from feeling anything as you ran back to the school grounds.

Half and half because you were terrified of the monster and also the possibility that somebody had noticed and notified the principal that you were gone, you had half a mind to stay in the woods, surely your fate with the monster would be better than whatever principal Weems had in store for you if she found out you were out after curfew.

You had the amazing idea of deciding it would be “cool” and “challenging” to explore the towns forest at night, while a dangerous monster runs rouge, great idea, definitely. You didn’t expect to get injured during your little adventure, stupidly enough.

You didn’t notice a tall figure standing next to the door as you tried to quietly make your way in and almost screamed when you bumped into the principal. “Holy sh- what are you doing here principal Weems?” You said as you tried to recuperate your breathing from all the running you just did.

“I was told somebody wasn’t in their dorm at room checks, I had already searched the whole school and was about to head out to keep looking. I supposed Im lucky to have you run into me instead.” She was clearly not happy with you. “Why don’t you follow me into my office?”

“Um actually! Maybe if we could have our conversation first thing tomorrow? See I’m really really tired and I want to go-“ as you turned to leave Larissa grabbed a hold of your arm, making you wince and then struggle to cover it up. Larissa quickly retreated her hand before sighing, “I know for a fact that hiss was not a result of my hold.”

“N-nope! I just fell on the way here because I was so worried about getting back in time! Can I go now?” She didn’t have to say anything to convey a clear “No.” your way. “You fell and somehow managed to only injure your forearm?” Yeah she was about done with your bullshit. “My office, now.”

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“Take the blazer off and let me see.” Was the first thing she said once you were both inside. “I don’t think it’s necessary- really principal Weems I’m fine!”

“It is my job to care for you students and make sure you are safe. Your parents trust me to ensure you are in one piece when they visit, something you, as one of the older ones should know. Clearly that is not the case, so show me. Now.”

Reluctantly, you pulled it off. You really didn’t have another choice but you missed the look of concern of look from the principal once you did, busing yourself with neatly folding said item on your lap, trying to avoid her and the scolding you expected to receive.

She moved to take a closer look. “I know it’s taboo to talk about but-“ with a sigh she stood to full height. “I know. Sit on the couch, we can talk about, it, after I make sure that scratch is disinfected.”

“Stay right here, I’m serious, trying to runaway will get you in even more trouble than already awaits you. Don’t even blink.” Larissa said as she walked off to the bathroom getting a first aid kit.

“Did you blink?” Was the first thing she asked when she got back. “Maybe..?” You answered with your own question, completely confused. She chuckled and pulled the chair to sit in front of you. Asking for your hand, you gave it to her still hung up on this random change of attitude.

“When I was a student I had a teacher that would say ‘when the exam starts I don’t want anyone talking, no noise can be heard, don’t even breathe!’ Then she’d wait a few seconds and ask ‘why are you guys breathing’ acting completely confused, it wasn’t the funniest thing ever, obviously, but it would always get a giggle out of us.” It was nice to get to hear about her past. Made you remember that there was a time when she was one of you, it honestly made you ease up, feeling slightly less anxious now.

You giggled but sat there confused, you wondered why she was telling you this, not that you minded, it was nice to see a different side from the strict principal. “I asked her once, why she always did that. She said it would serve as a type of icebreaker, so we would be less anxious during the test.”

“Not once did you notice I was cleaning your wound that whole time.” Wait what? “With alcohol wipes and everything” you furrowed your brows at her, making her chuckle.

After making sure your scratches were clean she took her time wrapping them up. “You will change these twice a day, more if needed, and come to me if you need any help.”

“I didn’t know you were the academy nurse too, principal Weems.” she was quite good at this, though you’d guess you at least need a first aid certification to be a teacher or principal.

“Apparently I’m quite multitalented” she mused, making you smile. “I want to see these as they heal, so come by at least twice a week.” There it was, her assertive and demanding tone once again.

“Please understand, whatever is out there is causing a great deal of issues for this academy. I will go to my grave swearing it has nothing to do with us and I assure you of that as well, but convincing Jericho press isn’t as easy as just swearing or making a promise. This is why you’re not going to the nurse. I’d like to know you understand why I’m doing this.”

“Of course, I understand principal Weems. I’ll be on my way then.” Just as you were about to leave she spoke again. “We will find out who or what is responsible for this, I promise. And I do always keep my promises.”

[theygotlost]

ohhhhhh my god guys I gotta give you an update but i need to explain my entire job history for the past year first cause its a little confusing uh.

so feb-may I did this internship at this real estate digital marketing firm and I was just making social media graphics there. just instagram stories and shit. and it was boring as hell but I needed to find a job cause I was graduating, and I was hoping they would hire me but they didnt have the space for a new full time employee at the time so... that was a bust.

in june and july I was applying to jobs foreverrrrr and getting nowhere so I said fuck it i need SOMETHING to hold me over, so I started working in the print department at staples as you are all well aware. at least it would be relevant enough to put on my resume cause I do want to make print graphics right? so its something.

then like 6 weeks ago my manager from the internship reached out to me and said she wanted to take me back part time after all. so for the past month and a half I've been working 2 part time jobs, one at staples and one at this marketing office doing the exact same fuckass ig stories as before. i wont lie its been exhausting and unsustainable so I was still applying for other full time design jobs cause I had no idea how long I could keep this up.

about 3 weeks ago I got an interview for one of those jobs I applied for and they explained that they were actually looking for a senior designer which obviously im not qualified for, but they liked my portfolio enough that they wanted to consider CREATING a junior designer role for me which was CRAZYYY to hear... it's a hawaiian bbq restaurant chain and I'm definitely wayyy more interested in designing for food and beverage stuff than real estate, plus a few other aspects about the job sounded really appealing to me and the interview went great so I was really hoping to get that job. but then I didn't hear back and Im so desensitized to getting ghosted after interviews i stopped getting my hopes up a long time ago.

a week and a half ago management at my real estate job told me that they were finally ready to bring me on full time, and since it didnt seem like I had any other prospects I wasnt really in a position to turn it down, so I immediately accepted and put in my 2 weeks at staples. this saturday will hopefully be the last day i ever have to work retail forever. I didnt make any announcement here when I found out because its honestly been making me depressed thinking about doing nothing but making fuckass instagram stories for ugly real estate companies 40 hours a week and people congratulating me on it would just make me more depressed. I wasn't supposed to start full time there until the monday after thanksgiving so ive still been doing my double part time grind.

but then......

whats that....???

THE HAWAIIAN BBQ RESTAURANT ENTERS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!

after weeks of no response the hr guy finally gave me a call just now to tell me I GOT THE JOB?!??! i genuinely honestly did not think they were gonna give me an offer and was just gonna move on with my life 😭 so now im gonna have to walk into my office tomorrow morning and say SIKE!!! and theyre all gonna be so mad at meeeee but this is genuinely such a better position for me I didnt think this was gonna happen for another year at least....

tldr I thought i was gonna be stuck with a job i dont like but I ended up getting the job I want!!!!!!!!

[thelizardperson]

having work life balance as a student is so fucking hard

like how am i supposed to have a clear end to my work time when i am literally given work im meant to do at home, you know, after I already spent all day in lectures and recitations and office hours

and like the weekend is a perfect time to get some work in because i dont have those scheduled school hours, and i don't my job either.

so then when am i meant to rest? After an assignment is submitted? Oh but then you should be getting started on the next one because "we assign you this amount of time for the homework because we expect you to use all of it" - starting a few days later is too late.

And of course there's the time i need to simply be a functional person - commute time, time to eat, time to sleep, time to exercise (though I often stop doing my physical therapy [even though this is what makes me not experience pain when doing daily activities] once the semester ramps up) - so what's left?

so I burn out.

and now that im here, how in the hell can I do everything? I have no motivation. I am told to prioritize the things that make me a functional person - eating, sleeping, seeing my friends and loved ones - but i run out of time to do my work. I have an exam tomorrow that I've not studied for. A problem set i had two weeks to do due the day after which I barely have ideas for half of.

how the hell am i supposed to do this

[the-kipsabian]

theres two things that i hate the most about being sick

1. the feeling of being sick where everything hurts and no part of my body works without pain

and 2. having to call to places and cancel appointments hngggg

[tatakaebomb]

Addicted

ꕥ Pairing : prisoner!Sanzu x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Who thought it’s a good idea to leave a psychopathic murderer in a room alone with the warden?

ꕥ Word count : 2.3k

ꕥ A/N : [part 2] - with Mikey

ꕥ TW : choking, dacryphilia, non con, dub con, gun play, blackmail LMAO, cervix fucking (?), spitting in mouth, manipulation, brat sub!reader, mean dom!Sanzu, sadism, spanking, slight brainwashing, swearing, overstimulation, drug mention, character death (not anyone important), degrading, authoritarian sex, air restriction, death threats, mouth fucking (fingers), dumbification ig?, 18+

You lean back in your chair, sighing as you stare at the massive stacks of paper on your desk. There is suppose to be new inmates coming in tomorrow, and you procrastinated looking through their files till the last day.

The door to your office swings open, and your coworker lets himself in without bothering to knock with a tense look on his face. You look up from the paper and raise an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

He fiddles with his hands, looking down at the chair in front of him.

"Miss Y/N, inmate 357 got into another fight, we believe the other inmate is...dead"

You narrow your eyes, inmate 357 also known as Sanzu Haruchiyo, a lunatic murderer with a very big ego on him, not to mention former most wanted gang member of Bonten.

He was a handful. To him , his life sentence only meant a waving green flag to act up as much as he could. Its not like he's getting out anytime soon.

He got transferred to your prison only a few months ago, and ever since it's been chaos every few days. Inmates feared him, hell, your own officers feared him.

"How the fuck does this happen?" You place the paper down on the desk, pushing back in your chair as your hair comes undone.

"We are still investigating the cause of the conflict miss, the other inmate got stabbed repeatedly in the-"

"Ugh, spare me the details - just bring him in"

The officer bows down nervously before making his way out of the office, stumbling on his feet.

Fucking incompetent, all of em.

They can't keep one inmate in check, and with every instance Sanzu came to your office, his ego just gets bigger. Even when you do sent officers to his cell, he demands he ll only "talk to the boss".

You sit and wait around till eventually a guard opens your door and brings him in handcuffed, scruffy pink hair falling on his face as he grins.

"Sanzu Haruchiyo" You declare, staring daggers at the man in front of you.

He takes a seat down in front of your desk, his bright blue eyes droopy as he gives back a snarky reply.

"Am i in trouble?" He makes his voice higher pitched, his mocking tone managing to piss you off instantly.

"I'm staring to think you enjoy being in my office, Haruchiyo"

You sit up in your chair and scan his features, the scars on his mouth twisting as he smirks and places his cuffed hands on your desk.

You tut and get out his file before crossing your arms as you read off the paper.

" 1st and 2nd degree murder, extortion, posession of weapons, assault, posession of dru-" You look up at him, his head hanging look as he starts faking a snore,

"CAN YOU TAKE THIS MORE SERIOUSLY? YOU JUST KILLED A MAN"  You exclaim, dropping your fist on the desk making him laugh at your anger.

He looks up at you and licks his lips, continuing to giggle as he rests lazily against the back of his chair.

"You've got lipstick on your teeth "

You subconsciously run your tongue over your teeth and look into his eyes, noticing his blown out pupils making you scoff as it finally clicks.

" Where'd you get the drugs from, Sanzu? "

He smirks and continues to stare down at you, his

gaze slightly intimidating you as he fiddles with his cuffs.

" I have the right to remain silent, anything i say may be used against me in a court of la- "

You stand up and lean down on the desk, getting up in his face,

"ONE MORE WORD AND I SWEAR I'LL THROW YOUR ASS IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, IM SICK OF YOU" You let out all your frustration in a loud yell, keeping eye contact with him.

You hear a small click from below but before you could look down, you feel him raise his hands to your face.One tightly around your neck, while one muffling your pathetic cries for help.

You look down at the desk as you struggle trying to break out of his grip, widening your eyes at the small key and cuffs that drop to the floor.

He shushes you grinning as he makes his way over to your side of the desk, bending you down over it before opening the small drawer to your left.

You freeze as you feel the cold barrel of your gun at the back of your head, your body shaking against the weight of his as he bends down on top of you.

"One wrong move and i'll shoot, you understand?"

He whispers in a low tone against your ear, making you shiver and let out small "mhm's" as you nod your head frantically.

He steps back while holding the gun to your head, lifting up your skirt and running his hand over your bare ass before giving it a slap, making you gasp.

"I like you better when you shut the fuck up "

He laughs, pushing your head further into the desk with the barrel of the gun.

"You won't get away with this" You spit out.

He switches hands in a split of a second, lowering the gun to your panties as he tangles his other hand in your hair, lifting you up to look at him.

"What are you gonna do bitch, throw me in the hole for a few days?" He sadistically smiles as you whine and look up at him through your watery eyes, moving your hips from side to side when you feel the barrel lightly tapping on your clit.

"Stop-" You choke out, your breath hitching as he starts moving the metal between your clothed lips. You fight back the urge to hold back moans.

"What is it warden?" You gasp out a quiet "fuck" as you feel him move your panties to the side, the cold air and metal finally meeting your bare cunt.

"Cat got your tongue?" He drops your head on the desk and kneels down behind you, spreading you open. He coos and slowly pushes the top of the gun past your lips, making you hold tightly on the edge of your desk.

"You sick fuck" You bite the inside of your cheek.

"You're dripping wet and you have the nerve to call me a sick fuck, fucking slut"

He lands a harsh blow to your ass before pushing the gun further into you, watching your cunt swallowing the metal as he thrusts in and out at a constant pace. You buck your hips back and fuck yourself back on it, allowing small moans to escape your lips.

A soft groan leaves his lips, lifting his eyebrows as he watches you desperately push your hips back against his hand.

An unwanted whine escapes your lips when you feel him take it out. You look behind you as he places it in his back pocket before grabbing your hips and flipping you over, your legs resting in the air as he pulls you closer to the edge and leans down, his face hovering over yours.

"Open" He places a finger in your mouth.

"Sanzu.."

You oblige, lolling out your tongue as you feel his clothed hard cock press against your entrence.

A trail of spit leaves his lips and drops down to your mouth as he wraps a hand around your neck, his eyes demanding you swallow.

"Take my cock out slut" His words make your face glow red, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He takes the gun from his back pocket and places it back to your head, finger neatly placed on the trigger.

"Hurry the fuck up" He tightens the grip on your neck and lifts you up, making a whine escape from your lips.

He smirks and watches you as you fumble with his fly, widening your eyes when you manage to to drop his pants down. His cock springs up, big tip flushed red and leaking precum.

You look up at him through your watery eyes and nod your head no, making him chuckle a groan as he pushes the whole of his length into you in one move. The air feels like it gets knocked out of your lungs as you feel the tip push against your cervix repeatedly as he starts moving, making you cuss out at the pain.

He raises a hand to your mouth and muffles you, smiling as he watches a tear roll down your cheek.

“Shh, be a good girl and take it for me mm?” He coos at you, making you grit your teeth and nod.

He thrusts into you relentlessly, a twisted smirk plastered on his face as he watches the fucked out expression on your face, the pain slowly turning into pleasure.

“Fuck..”

You moan into the palm of his hand as you feel him hit the spot inside you consistently making your legs shake, clenching down hard as you feel your orgasm nearing.

“‘Gonna.. cum” You mumble out.

“Such a good whore, cum on my cock for me” He groans, throwing his head back as his strokes become sloppier.

You roll your eyes back watching him, a series of curses mixed with his name leave your lips while coming undone making him let out a quiet moan as you grow tighter.

He curses out before driving his cock deep inside you one last time, letting spurts of cum fill you up before pulling out panting. He slips your panties back on, watching his cum slowly seep out into the material as you struggle to keep your legs still from the overstimulation.

He taps your cunt making you squirm and lifts you up, lowering your skirt before dropping the gun back on your desk.

He lifts his pants up and slowly walks back to his chair, making you sit back down and turn around, your hair messily falling on your flustered face.

“You ignore this charge, and i won’t mention to the cops how you came on a murderer’s cock”

He demands, and you lift an eyebrow as you continue to pant.

“Are you insane?”

“You’re the insane one, getting off on-“

“Okay, fine, just shut the fuck up and go back to your cell, don’t let me see your face here again”

You blurt out, tugging a piece of your hair behind your ear as you lift the gun from your desk, looking down at your own arousal staining the length of the barrel.

He laughs and sits up from his chair, pressing his wrists together looking down at the gun and back up at you.

“Pleasure doing business with you, warden”

Your face turns redder as you silently place the gun back into your drawer, standing up from your chair and bending down to grab the handcuffs and key. You gasp as you feel the cum slowly start running down your thigh, biting your lip when your eyes meet his.

You shakily try to put on the handcuffs.

“Your lipstick is smudged, Miss” He snickers as you twist the key before placing it on your desk.

“Fuck off, Haruchiyo ” You give him one last look before he leaves your office with a smirk.

“I’ll see you again soon” He mumbles before leaving the room.

You sigh and place your hands in your hair as you hear a guard approach him from the other side.

You stand up and go to the bathroom, wiping off the lipstick and cleaning up before washing your hands, coming back out to see the previous officer knocking on the door.

“Come in,”

“Miss Y/N, we found-“

“Is this about inmate Haruchiyo?”

You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Y-yes” He stutters out, making you exhale as you place your hands on the desk.

“I want this current investigation dropped, do you understand?”

He raises his eyebrows confused,

“What shall we do then?”

“He’ll stay out of trouble this time”

The officer nods hesitantly before turning around and opening the door.

“I trust your judgement, i’ll let the rest know”

Next day

You stumble through the building, holding a big cup of coffee as you slowly twist open the door knob to your office. Your face drops walking past Sanzu who was snuggly sitting in the chair, a smirk plastered on his face as he turns to face you.

“What the fuck are you doing here again?”

“I fucked up again” He chuckles, and you let out an unimpressed sigh sitting down.

“Sanzu-“

“Im kidding, fuck , i’m here to request a cell change”

He points at the paper in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow,

“To?”

“Manjiro Sano”

“Absolutely not”

He stands up and grabs your chin gently, bringing your face up so you gaze into his blue eyes.

“ Think about it, Y/N ” He whispers, looking down at your lips and back up to your eyes. Your eyelashes flutter hearing your name leave his lips.

“ Nothing to think about, it’s a no”

He hums and slowly drops his hand down to your neck, squeezing it gently before leaning down into your ear,

“I’ll make you cum again, and again..”

Your lips part and you gather yourself as he lets go, sitting back down clenching your thighs together as you grab a pen and scribble down your signature.

He takes the paper and places a kiss on your forehead,

“Good girl”

He smirks leaving the room and shutting the door closed behind him.

Needless to say, he kept his promise and you slowly started bending the rules in his favour for your selfish needs, and before you knew it, you fell head over heels for Sanzu, growing addicted to his touch.

You needed him, and he needed you.

[too-gay-for-marvel]

just this once pt.5

a/n: yall. yall im on a roll. and no i will not apologise for anything that happens in this chapter. also, still learning how to do taglists so if it doesn’t work or you weren’t included, send me a message and i’ll try to get it fixed!

Word Count: 4,285 

Warnings: canon typical violence, non-explicit mentions of torture, mutant experimentation

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6.1 pt.6.2 pt.6.3 pt.7 pt.8)

“I think Fury is giving you a sign.”

Natasha looked up from her paperwork to see Maria leaning against the door frame to her office. She herself had just gotten back from a mission, evident in her slightly mused ponytail and gun still on her hip. A very beyond attractive look, if Natasha had to say it.

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, leaning back in her chair to give her full attention to her fiancee.

“So he didn’t tell you,” Maria said with a nod. She pushed herself off the door frame and moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“I’ll admit that gives me a clue,” Natasha said with a small frown. She didn’t like where this was going.

“He’s sending you on another mission,” Maria replied. “With Y/N.”

“I thought we told him emergencies only,” Natasha mused more to herself than to Maria.

It seemed like Nick was sending the both of you on every mission he could possibly come up with. He needed some information. Then he wanted the layout of a base. Then he wanted some recon on security in another location. All were things that Natasha not only could have done with someone else, but she could have gotten them done on her own.

He seemed to think differently.

“He wants you to leave tomorrow,” Maria continued, bringing Natasha out of her pouting. “Personnel recovery.”

“At least that gives us a few hours together,” Natasha said with a small smile.

“Maybe we can finally get some planning done,” Maria nodded as she stood up. “Maybe a colour scheme?”

“Red and black,” Natasha shot back.

“We’ll argue about it later,” Maria smiled. She walked over and tilted Natasha’s chin up to give her a quick kiss before leaving the office, presumably to get cleaned up.

Natasha looked down at her paperwork for not even five minutes before deciding she was going to rush upstairs and surprise Maria in the shower. She had just started piling the papers up when you walked in, harpoon on hip and soaking wet.

“Did you ask Fury for another mission?” You asked as you plopped into the chair opposite her, water instantly dripping down the sides of the seat.

“No,” Natasha said curtly, hoping she could get you out of her office sooner if she didn’t invite conversation.

“Then why is he sending us together?” You asked. Your fingers started combing through your hair, the webs gathering whatever was stuck. Drops of water splashed onto Natasha’s pristine papers.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said again, turning her lip up when you put a piece of seaweed on her desk.

“I thought you knew everything,” you huffed, staring intently as a shell you had pulled out of your suit sleeve.

“Well clearly not,” Natasha mumbled to herself.

You leaned over to rest your elbows on the desk, your dripping wet hair leaving puddles on the mahogany and her papers. Natasha set her jaw and gave you a look, keeping eye contact. But your eyes gave off that mischievous sparkle, the one that would make any woman swoon. And Natasha’s heart raced.

“Think I can get that in writing?” You asked with a raised brow. “You know, for the next time you act like a know-it-all.”

“Did you just come in here to act like an ass?” Natasha asked as she picked her papers up and started walking out.

“Actually,” you started as you pushed away from the desk and stood up, “I’m here to bring you this.”

You held your open hand out, palm up, and Natasha looked cautiously to see what it was. In the middle of your palm was a whole shell, with a small black pearl in the centre. It looked absolutely stunning, and Natasha reached out to gently take it.

“Why did you bring this to me?” Natasha asked, although she feared she already knew your answer.

“Cheeseburger found the shell the other day,” you shrugged, “and Roger got the pearl out.”

Natasha did her best not to chuckle at the silly names you had given the octopus and otter that usually inhabited your moon pool. Cheeseburger, the octopus, had lost two limbs and had a nasty habit of stealing your cheeseburgers (hence the name), while Roger was an in-progress rehabilitation project. Unfortunately, the three of you were like peas in a pod.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha mused, her eyes still glued to the pearl. “But I can’t take this home to my fiancee.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. The space between the both of you increased as you visibly took a step back, and Natasha missed the closeness. Things had seemed normal only a moment ago, and now she could feel you closing yourself off to her, going cold once again.

“Then give it to Maria,” you shrugged. “Get some brownie points before going off on another mission with her favourite person.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Natasha shot back. “I just don’t want to waste your gift.”

“It was just cluttering up my space,” you replied, voice cold.

“Give it to Yelena,” Natasha said softly, holding the shell and pearl back out for you to take. “She would love it.”

“Yelena,” you huffed with a small smile. A sad smile. You grabbed the shell from her hand rather roughly, causing Natasha to flinch. “Thanks for the input.”

“Y/N,” Natasha started, but you were already walking away in the opposite direction, head high and feet dragging.

Natasha sighed and started her own way back to her floor. She wanted Maria to distract her. From you.

———

“What’s our objective again?” You shouted from the back of the quinjet.

“Personnel recovery,” Yelena answered. “Some scientist wanted out of AIM.”

“Why is that my responsibility?” You continued. Your boots echoed off the floor and you popped your head in between Yelena’s and Natasha’s chairs.

“Because something smelled-”

“Don’t,” Natasha interrupted.

“-fishy,” Yelena finished anyway, and both you and Natasha groaned as she just laughed at herself.

“I’m not paid enough for this,” Natasha mumbled to herself before turning her head and looking out the windows.

“I’ll throttle you,” you said as you lightly slapped Yelena upside the head.

“Listen,” she tried to say around another round of giggles, “if Fury ever told me his plans, I wouldn’t be stuck here with you two.”

“Well why don’t you find out? I wanna know why he’s sending me on this mission.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know? Surely you must have some kind of-”

“Can you both shut up?” Natasha shouted. The both of you grew silent immediately, and Natasha finally let out a breath and tried to rub her growing migraine away.

“Should’ve just sent Nat,” you grumbled. “She’s grumpy enough to scare everyone away all on her own.”

Yelena snorted, and when Natasha shot a look her way, she tried her best to look out the window. You, on the other hand, held up to her challenge and met her eyes. That ridiculous smirk refused to disappear, and Natasha wanted so desperately to wipe it off your face. But instead she just turned back around and looked out the window once again.

The rest of the trip was silent, only the occasional update being spoken aloud. Yelena managed to drop the both of you off and stayed in the jet, more than ready for when you both got back and could get back to the Tower for a well-deserved weekend.

It was a quick jog to the location, with tents and cages set up all around the landing port. The building was a few stories tall, but well fortified with guards around every corner. The majority of cages were empty, but every now and then you could hear a bear, a dog, a human.

“I thought these guys were scientists,” you whispered from where you were crouched beside Natasha.

“They are,” Natasha nodded.

“Must be pretty paranoid then,” you continued.

“You would be too if your work relied on illegal mutant experimentation,” Natasha clarified. You didn’t say anything else, but she could see your knuckles going pale.

“Let’s get our man and go,” you practically growled. “Before I kill them all.”

Natasha knew you weren’t joking.

You both went in opposite directions, you heading to the back door and Natasha heading to the side. There was no guaranteeing that the scientist was even inside at all, but that was the easiest place to check. There was too much vulnerability outside and Natasha wasn’t going to risk getting caught and failing another mission.

“How are we supposed to find one nerd in a facility full of nerds?” You asked over the intercoms, and Natasha assumed you had made it into the building.

“Be nice,” Natasha whispered, “not all scientists are nerds.”

“Bruce and Tony are,” you replied. Natasha pulled herself against a wall when she heard voices. “Everyone here is.”

“Hush,” Natasha whispered. You remained silent as Natasha listened to footsteps getting closer, and then turning into the opposite direction. She let out a quiet breath.

“Do we really want to help someone who’s torturing mutants?” You asked again, a barely contained anger in your voice.

Natasha rounded another corner, trying to come up with an answer for you. You weren’t wrong; she didn’t like the idea either. Why save the scientist when you could save the people instead? But Fury wanted him, and there had to be a reason for it. The location was known, so someone could always come back to save them another day.

“Nick will send us back another day,” Natasha finally said out loud. You huffed on the other end of the comms.

You both continued through the facility, methodically clearing rooms until finally you indicated you had found him. Some wiry man with broken glasses, according to your description. Natasha gave confirmation and headed to the meet up point, somewhere on the second floor. Once Natasha was about to round the corner to the location, she could hear your voice carrying through the halls.

“You’re lucky I don’t wring your neck myself.”

“What’s the problem?” Natasha asked as soon as she saw you.

You were right. The man was wiry and nerdy, something you would expect from a mad scientist in a comic book. White tape was wrapped around the nose piece of his glasses in stereotypical fashion and he was hunched over like the world was resting on his shoulders.

No surprise, considering you were hovering nearly a foot over him.

“He called me an animal,” you seethed, your hands visibly shaking with the desire to have them around the man’s neck.

“Look at your arms and neck, what else could you be?” He asked in a gruff New Jersey accent.

“You want an animal? I’ll show you an-”

“That’s enough,” Natasha demanded. She stepped in between the both of you and pushed you away, not even bothering to get near the man.

“If he has to go with us, then so does one of the mutants,” you said, leaving no room for argument in your voice.

“We can’t risk it, we’re leaving them here,” Natasha said quickly. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand up and her stomach felt like it was dropping.

“I’m not leaving them and taking that,” you said through clenched teeth while pointing at the scientist.

“You’re going to risk my life for one of them?” He asked, his face drawn in disgust at the mere thought that his life was equal to a mutant’s. Natasha wanted to strangle him.

“We will come back for them another day,” Natasha said again, but you didn’t look convinced.

“I’m not leaving without them, so you’re gonna have to wait,” you shot back.

Voices could be heard in the stairwell a few halls away.

“And I’m not risking another mission,” Natasha argued, walking closer to you and forcing you to step backward to keep your space.

“If you think I’m taking that and leaving one of those kids then you’re-”

Click.

The both of you froze, your eyes boring into Natasha’s. A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, so thick Natasha struggled to draw breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach returned.

And then your eyes left hers, trailing down to the too-tight cuffs that were now keeping you chained to the pipes against the wall. They weren’t the usual police handcuffs, but the kind that they had used on Loki after the invasion of New York.

You weren’t getting out of them.

“Natasha,” you started, your eyes moving back to meet hers.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha whispered. She took one heavy step back, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Unlock them,” you continued. Your chest was starting to rise and fall slightly faster.

“Someone will come for you,” Natasha said again with a slight nod.

Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Get back here, Romanoff,” you said as Natasha started leading the scientist down the hall.

Away from you.

She didn’t answer. She just felt her leaden boots take step after step, leading her further away from where you were chained. When she didn’t answer, she heard the sound of metal pulling against metal and your grunts and groans as you tried to yank the cuffs off.

“You can’t leave me here!” You shouted, your voice echoing down the hall after Natasha had turned the final corner.

She heard other voices coming from the same direction as yours, quickly followed by shouting and the solid thuds of blows being landed.

“Natalia!” You shouted again once Natasha had opened the door to lead the scientist out.

Only moments after the door shut, Natasha heard your scream. A scream of anger and frustration, a scream that reached down Natasha’s throat and ripped her heart out. The prick of tears in her eyes left a sinking feeling in her gut, left her feeling empty and a broken shell.

But she had a mission. And she was going to complete it.

She shoved the scientist in the direction of the quinjet and didn’t look back. Ignoring the whining and complaining coming from the man and eventually just throwing him into the back of the quinjet, ignoring the way Yelena jumped at the sudden noise.

“Where’s Y/N?” Yelena asked, moving her head around, trying to see if you were close behind.

“Get us in the air,” Natasha ordered. Tears pricked her eyes once again.

“Are they coming?” Yelena asked again, ignoring Natasha’s order.

“I said get us in the air, now.”

Yelena gave Natasha a look that sent a shiver down her spine, but turned around and got the jet in the air nonetheless. The scientist pulled himself into the seat next to Natasha. He seemed much more relaxed, and Natasha couldn’t blame him. He probably didn’t realise just how much had been risked to get him back to SHIELD.

“You made the right choice,” he said after some unbearable silence. Natasha turned to look at him, her brows pulled together.

“Excuse me?”

“You made the right choice,” he said again with an enthusiastic nod. “You never know what those animals might do-”

He was cut off with a choked gasp as Natasha slammed her elbow into his face, and he quickly lost consciousness.

“Just shut up,” she mumbled to herself, knowing he couldn’t hear her.

It didn’t make her feel any better.

———

It was six weeks before the party had been dispatched to get you back.  The party had consisted of Natasha, Yelena, and Wanda, and there was going to be nothing extra. They were going to get you out and get back to SHIELD, no side missions, no stops, no questions.

Maybe it just so happened that the only way to get you was to burn the facility to the ground and get the rest of the mutants out. Maybe they had called for a second quinjet to arrive to make sure everyone was able to get out safely.

Yelena and Wanda were tasked with getting everyone on the jets and eliminating the few soldiers remaining while Natasha had scoured the facility top to bottom to find you. There was a large portion of the basement that Natasha had found, filled with surgical equipment and things that would have been enough to give anyone nightmares.

And you were there, nude, in a too-small empty glass tank with a chain around your ankle. There were rips and tears in the thin membranes between your spines, and a dark black mark on your left shoulder blade. From her angle, it looked like some kind of gunk was stuck in your gills. You were curled up into a fetal position and kept your eyes glued to the ground directly in front of you.

“Y/N,” Natasha said, her gun still drawn but lowered.

“I should thank you, Miss Romanoff,” a voice called, and Natasha spun with gun raised to find a scientist walk forward, standing near a panel by your tank. “You gave me my greatest obsession.”

“How about you just let them out and I don’t kill you,” Natasha shrugged.

“I’ve learned a lot from our little friend,” he continued, ignoring her. “And you’re in time to see the results of something I’ve been working on.”

“Let them go,” Natasha said again. She cocked the gun, but the man laughed.

“I hear drowning is a horrible way to die,” he said, still ignoring her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw you raise your head and look at her. The dark spots under your eyes were beyond evident, sticking out against the sickened colour of your skin. There was no emotion in your eyes, not even a silent plea for help.

You looked like you had already accepted death.

“How long do you think a sea creature can hold its breath underwater before it needs to breathe?” He asked, his fingers typing against the panel.

“Don’t,” Natasha shouted, her trigger finger pulling instinctively and burying a bullet into the man’s chest. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Water started filling your tank, and you stood up to get your head as tall as it could get. Natasha nodded at you once, and you covered your head as she fired shot after shot at the tank. But there wasn’t even a dent, nothing to indicate that the tank could be broken.

“What do I do?” Natasha asked as she ran up to the tank, watching the water slowly rise to your ankles.

You didn’t speak, didn’t open your mouth, instead pointing as best you could to a discrete pipe against the opposite wall. Natasha looked at it and followed the direction until she saw a lone wheel connected to the wall. A wheel that could control the water flow.

“Stay here,” Natasha told you as she ran off, grimacing to herself. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to go.

She grabbed the wheel and pulled, but it didn’t budge. It felt like she was trying to pull a quinjet with her bare hands; an impossible task in and of itself. Her eyes trailed over to see the water had reached your waist. There had to be something else she could get, something to help.

The thud of your hands on the glass made her turn, and you were pointing in another direction. Her eyes followed, but there wasn’t anything she could see that would immediately-

A pipe.

Natasha sprinted to grab it from the table, nearly dropping it in her haste to get back to the wheel. The water was up to your neck, and Natasha could already see that your gills weren’t filtering anything. They stayed terribly still, and Natasha had to drag her feet to get back to the wheel.

She stuck the pipe into the empty spaces of the wheel and pulled, yelling in frustration until it finally moved. She continued pulling until she heard the flow of water stop, and a tired smile etched itself onto her lips as she turned back around to see you.

But the water was over your head, and now she was leaving you to drown.

She couldn’t break the glass; the water was off and you were still drowning. Your eyes were wide, and the fear of the situation finally made its way onto your face as you curled in on yourself and started pulling at the chain around your ankle, air bubbles escaping from your nose at a rapid rate.

Natasha got an idea. She didn’t hesitate as she started pushing the pipe, the flow of water rushing back. Only this time, she didn’t stop until the pipes rattled with the flow, barely able to contain the volume inside. She pushed until the pipe stuck, and she turned and ran back to the tank.

Your eyes were closing, the air bubbles almost nonexistent, your struggle against the chain ending. Natasha started banging on the glass, trying to keep you awake, but you didn’t move, instead just floating, and Natasha felt her heart sink.

The glass creaked under her fingers. Natasha’s eyes shot open and she watched the glass, noting the single crack that started to web across the entirety of the tank. She barely had time to step aside as the glass shattered, water shooting out and leaving you to drop to the ground.

When you didn’t move, Natasha jumped forward, dropping to the ground and immediately starting CPR. She could feel a rib break, maybe two, but she didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop until you could breathe. You just needed to fucking breathe-

Your body shuddered as you choked, coughing up water before your eyes shot open. Natasha felt herself let out a shaky breath, but she didn’t let herself rest. She grabbed her gun and shot where the chain was connected to the floor, listening to it break before grabbing you and pulling you up.

“You need to lose some weight,” Natasha groaned as you leaned on her side, your feet barely moving.

You didn’t say a word the whole trip out of the facility. Just managed to  drag yourself out, eventually walking more on your own when you neared the quinjet. Yelena ran up to the both of you and got on your other side, sharing a look with Natasha.

“I’ve got it,” Yelena said in a tone that told Natasha to let go and give her some space.

Natasha did, watching as Yelena finished dragging you to the quinjet and putting you in a seat before wrapping a blanket around your naked form. Your eyes fell back to the ground when Yelena finally got the jet in the air, and you refused to look at anyone when you got back to the Tower, leaving Natasha without a second thought.

———

Natasha was sitting at the bar on the common floor, picking apart her food. She had tried to see you multiple times over the past two weeks, only to be turned away by doctors or Yelena. There was something wrong, but Natasha couldn’t find out because no one would let her.

The ding of the elevator had her turning her head, not necessarily eager but casually curious on who had appeared. To her surprise, Yelena walked out with a McDonald’s bag in hand, some drink in the other. She didn’t look happy, but Natasha could’ve expected that.

After all, Yelena hadn’t forgiven her.

“How are they?” Natasha asked.

“Alive, no thanks to you,” Yelena shot back. But she had stopped and was talking back; that was an improvement from the past two weeks.

“I had a mission,” Natasha said, but her voice was small, weak.

“They were part of that mission,” Yelena answered.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said quietly. She said it to assuage her own guilt. It didn’t work.

“You’re stringing them along,” Yelena said, her voice taking a different tone that Natasha hadn’t been expecting. “Just marry Maria already and end the suffering.”

“I’m not stringing them along,” Natasha defended.

But she knew she was wrong. Yelena was right. And Natasha wasn’t going to stop because what would her life be without you? How could she go about her day-to-day life if she knew you weren’t going to be there in some fashion? Maybe she was in love with Maria and was going to marry her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to throw you away.

“Just be gentle,” Yelena said with a sigh. “Everyone has feelings at stake.”

“And you?” Natasha asked, causing Yelena to freeze. “What feelings do you have at stake?”

A small, sad smile made its way onto her face.

“Desire,” Yelena shrugged, but just like that her demeanour changed. “Y/N said I couldn’t eat before them, and I very much desire this McChicken.”

“You’re disgusting,” Natasha chuckled.

“And this McFlurry. You know the good stuff,” Yelena teased again, causing the both of them to laugh.

“Then go on,” Natasha motioned toward where she assumed you were waiting. “I’d hate for the two of you to starve.”

Yelena gave her a smile, one like the good old days, and continued her walk. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.

“Oh, Fury wanted me to tell you something.” Natasha gave her a look for her to continue. “You and Y/N are going undercover. As a couple.” With that, Yelena continued off, leaving Natasha to deal with the news.

Why couldn’t things ever be easy?

Taglist: @wickedmuses @m-zne237 @noodlybees @causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo @gottacamz @wouldirunofftheworldsomeday @santasbitch @when-wolves-howl @madamevirgo​ @hopingforromanoff​ 

[4dtk]

have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

[etherrreal]

“the things you do for charity”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff Summary: kenma's always been a private person, but it was getting increasingly harder to keep his partner off his streams while you live together; so, he decided to join his two loves together for a 24-hour charity stream extravaganza. Word Count: 3,408 Warnings: some swearing, i suppose there are some spoilers from the manga about adult kenma's job? A/N: i'd give my left tit to play some minecraft or mario kart with kenma tbh -Luna

Kenma's career as a popular streamer was one of the many facets of him that shocked you when you’d started dating two years ago. The two of you had first met in an Animal Crossing discord for your city meant for trading and making friends.

After you had gone over to his island to adopt Raymond from him, he let you keep all of your Nook Mile Tickets with the stipulation that you kept in contact with him to "give him updates" about how the cat villager was doing in his new home. His dorky way of trying to flirt with you was what made you pursue him in the first place, and somehow it had led to a very fulfilling relationship.

It was revealed early on that he was a streamer, but he never expanded on it regarding the actual numbers. Curiosity got the best of you one night, and you decided to google him. Besides also learning that he was a YouTuber, you found yourself in awe at the numbers he managed to accumulate across all of his social media.

And if that wasn’t enough, he was also apparently the CEO of his own business.

Once you moved in together around the one-year mark of your relationship, you got to properly witness the amount of work put into streaming and maintaining a social media presence. This also meant that you got to read the wild comments that were left on all of his platforms–and see the occasional surprise nude picture whenever he opened up his DMs around you.

Because of this, Kenma sat you down to have a conversation about your potential appearance on his social media. You both decided by the end of it that his audience would get to know that he was in a committed relationship, but you agreed it would be best to not show your face or reveal any identifying information of yours.

It had been a year since having that conversation, and you’d both stuck to the agreement closely. The most his audience had ever seen of you was your hand whenever you refilled his water bottle for him.

Of course, it was hard sometimes, especially when you had to remain extra quiet around the house and refrain from yelling out a 'baaaabe' whenever you needed something from him, but since he had his own soundproof office, it lessened the room for any accidental error.

Overall, you were content with never showing your face to his audience for the rest of his career. You knew how nasty the internet could get because of their parasocial relationships with influencers and streamers alike, especially when they discovered those influencers and streamers had a partner who wasn't them, even if they knew they never had a chance. You weren't sure your skin was thick enough to deal with rabid angry stans.

Which is why it was so shocking when Kenma decided one day to nix the agreement.

You were in your shared bedroom answering some emails when he came in. He was dressed in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and tied-up hair; his typical look for a stream.

After some time, you noticed that he was still standing in the doorway, not saying anything. When you glanced up at him, you found him awkwardly toying with the strands of hair that had fallen out of his bun, looking down at the ground like he was just waiting for you to notice him.

"Is there something you need, baby?" you asked. "You're just standing there all adorably shy."

"Yeah, so, um, I'm going to be doing a 24-hour stream this weekend to raise money for charity."

"Oh, really? Cool! I guess that means I'll be going to bed alone that night," you joked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um..." He started before scrunching up his face like he was uncomfortable with what he planned to say next.

"What is it? Do you need me to stock up on snacks and energy drinks? Just send me a list. I can pick  them up tomorrow."

"No, that's not it. I was thinking of making a stretch goal be you coming on stream so we can play Minecraft or Mario Kart or something...I mean, I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable. I could always replace it with something else. I know they've been wanting to see me dye my hair a bright color and dress up like an e-boy, so--"

"Really!?" you nearly yelled.

"What? That they want me to dress like an e-boy? Yeah, Kuroo said it would–"

"No, I mean..." You tried to fight the confused expression that was growing on your face, but your squinted eyes gave you away. "You really want me on your stream? Like face and all?"

"....Yeah, I really want to be able to share this with you. But don't feel like you have to do it just to make me happy."

It was a large ask when looking at the full picture. Kenma had his fair share of fans and "stans" who lacked boundaries, as seen from a select few who visited your home several times this year, or the handful that found you on social media already just from seeing a glimpse of your college ring on the hand wrapped around Kenma's water bottle.

There could be a chance you could receive direct hate on your social media just because you were a person who dated a popular streamer. You would then be in the public eye with little privacy and have a magnifying glass on all of your actions and words. Anything you did would then reflect on Kenma.

What if you messed something up and then Kenma lost viewers? Would they try to cancel you or him for it?

You backed away from all the negative thoughts before you could spiral and looked at the metaphorical 'pro' column.

If you agreed to appear on his stream, you would no longer have to sneak around your house in fear of being heard or showing up in his face cam. You both wouldn't have to feel guilty playing games off-camera with each other because you knew Kenma could be streaming it instead.

And who knew? Maybe his fans would like you. You had to admit, it would be a nice ego boost knowing that you were accepted by so many people.

And, most importantly: you could physically ask him in person what he wanted for dinner instead of texting him and waiting an hour for a break so he could respond, while you sat in the next room, starving, stuck in an endless cycle of wondering whether you should make a snack or if you should just hold off for dinner.

Maybe this was a good idea.

"Okay,” you decided, “I'll do it."

"Oh... alright. Cool." Kenma was trying his hardest not to show how excited he was that you agreed. When he saw the contemplative look on your face, he was sure you would decide that it'd just be too much work and say no. But hearing you agree made him giddier than he would ever admit to.

Despite the cool and collected façade he thought he was putting on, you saw the smile that threatened to break through and the red tips of his ears. You wondered if he felt the same weight being lifted off his shoulders as you did, knowing that, after this weekend, you'd both be finally out as an official couple to the world.

And, of course, the nausea of having to do all of it live in front of thousands of people. No biggie.

Saturday afternoon came and at 12pm sharp, Kenma began his grueling 24-hour charity stream. The bar had an overall goal of $150,000, and it began filling up at a constant pace right from the start. Donations ranging from $5 to $500 were flowing in rapidly, and you were trying your best not to feel nervous.

You both agreed that if he reached $50,000 within 5 hours, you would join him for an hour or two of Minecraft later that night. Part of you hoped that the donations would slow down and plateau for a bit, but when you saw Kuroo had donated $1000, specifically with the message that he hoped to see you on stream soon, you realized that it was a pipe dream.

So, you had to be your own hype person for now, to get prepared to show your face to thousands of people and not disappoint Kenma.

Whether it was the promise of your face reveal or the people who genuinely adored charity, it took only four hours for Kenma to break $50,000.

When he saw the number update live on stream, the viewers witnessed the most amount of expression Kenma had ever shown: eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape, body frozen. You could see the gears struggling inside his head struggling to turn and comprehend what they all managed to do so early on in the stream.

"Thanks so much, everyone, for being so generous today... I guess this means we'll be having my partner on later tonight," he announced. You watched his chat explode with excitement, his special emotes flying in the chat.

You picked up your phone to shoot Kenma a quick text.

[you]:: hope you're ready to put our minecraft beds together in front of thousands of people 😏

Unsurprisingly, he left you on read. But dating him for this long meant you weren't even a little bit afraid of double or triple texting.

[you]:: maybe we can kiss under the light of an exploding creeper 😫

[you]:: or have a romantic walk through our rainbow sheep while a phantom looms overhead 🥰

It was after the third text when you finally saw him pick up his phone to text you back. You eagerly awaited his response, only to cackle when you read it.

[my sugar daddy]:: im going to replace you with hinata as my partner if you dont stop

Instead of annoying him any further, you set your phone to charge on your nightstand and went into the bathroom to get ready for the stream later.

Once you emerged, you picked up your phone to check the percentage and noticed a text from Kenma stating that he'd have you on at 8pm. You decided to spend the time until then cooking up some dinner for the both of you.

It seemed like time flew by because by the time you were done eating your food, it was 7:45pm. Only fifteen more minutes before you were live in front of all of Kenma's supporters. You refilled your water bottle and sat on the couch, staring at the blank T.V. as you practically dissociated from reality until Kenma came out of his office to retrieve you.

You noticed that he looked just as nervous as you did, despite his face not showing it the way yours did. His shoulders were up to his ears with tension, and his hoodie drawstring was pulled almost all the way through due to him fiddling with it.

He turned briefly to you after he brought you into his office, gesturing to make sure you knew to wait until he gave you the cue. He sat down, unmuted himself, and took down the 'away' screen he had for his audience.

This was it. Everything was going to change in literally ten seconds.

"Well, everyone...please welcome my partner, (Y/N)."

You walked cautiously around his large gaming chair and sat next to him in your modest desk chair that he had rolled into the room for the occasion.

Okay, you thought to yourself, now don't fuck this up.

"Hi, everyone."

Nailed it.

There was a painful moment of silence before the stream finally caught up, and you both heaved a sigh of relief when you saw nothing but declarations of excitement. Amongst the 'AHHHs' and spam of emotes were sweet comments about your appearance and how cute you two looked as a couple. You peeked over at Kenma and saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, elated to know that he was just as relieved as you were.

"Okay, let's start with the gameplay while we answer some questions," he said.

The questions and gameplay started out mild; when did you both start dating, how did you meet, who asked the other out first. They even asked a few simple questions about you specifically, like your favorite anime and your star sign. And while you did see a few bans in the chat after some inappropriate questions –no, you will not tell them the color of your underwear– most were easy and simple enough to answer.

Then they started to get a bit spicier.

"Bokutoslefttit donated $69.69 and asked, 'what is your main pet peeve with Kenma?'" he read, muttering a 'wow' under his breath at the username.

"Ooh, how can I be polite when exposing you?" you pondered while beating a cow to death with your sword. "It's probably how loud he gets whenever he's playing games with his good headphones on."

"I don't get loud," he defended.

"Oh yeah, you do. I've had to come in here several times to tell you to shut up like I'm your mother. I did it literally two days ago when you were playing with Lev."

"... Next question."

You rolled your eyes at his lack of comment but glanced over at the chat to pull up a new question. You stifled a laugh when you read, "Girlboss420 asked 'who has a fatter ass, Kuroo or (Y/N)?'"

"I'm not answering that."

"Come oooon, this is a Q&A. Can't have the Q’s without the A’s."

"Nope."

You were about to start reprimanding him for implying that Kuroo's ass was fatter than yours when you noticed he ran past you with a group of pillagers following closely behind. You turned to head into the house but when you opened the door, you noticed it was blocked off by obsidian.

"You are the absolute worst!" you exclaimed.

You made a break for it, sprinting past the shooting pillagers and around to the front of the house. You made it inside with only 2 hearts to spare. You turned, in real life, to Kenma to see him tight-lipped to avoid smiling about his betrayal.

"I'm moving my bed downstairs for the rest of the stream."

You both carried on with the stream without another incident, turning to the chat every now and again to answer some questions. Kenma even apologized to you by bringing home a horse that was named "I'm sorry."

It was about an hour and a half after you sat down when Kenma decided that he needed a bathroom break. Your heart fell to your ass when you realized that you'd be all alone to entertain his chat. You considered saying that you needed to pee as well, if it meant not having the spotlight on you.

Instead, when he got up to pee, you smiled and asked him to bring you back a snack and a refill. Oh, how the turns have tabled.

In the meantime, you decided to scroll through the chat and some of the donations to pick out another question to answer since Kenma was gone. You were initially looking for a funny or vulgar comment when you saw one that had a completely different vibe.

"Kermithateblog donated $25.00 and asked, 'what's your favorite part about being with Kenma?' Wow, that's a really sweet question. Let me think for a moment."

You paused to reflect on your relationship with Kenma over the two years you’d been together. You'd had your fair share of highs and lows like any other couple, but, in the end, you both learned how to work things out so you were both equally as happy in the relationship.

"So, as you guys know, he's a busy boy with streaming, creating content for YouTube, and also being a CEO of his own company, which all takes up the majority of his time," you began. "But when he finally can shut off his screens and crawls into bed late at night, I know that he's 100% there with me at that moment. He is able to give me his undivided attention and make me feel like his love for me comes above his love for gaming."

You gave a pause, trying not to get too emotional. You rarely got the chance to gush about Kenma because you knew how much he hated having attention on him, so if this was going to be your only opportunity to do so for a while, then you were going to take it.

"What y'all don't know is that he is the biggest baby when it comes to cuddling," you laughed. "He is absolutely the little spoon most of the time, and he loves when I stroke his hair and love on him all night. In a weird way, it makes me feel special and loved knowing that he trusts me enough to be vulnerable with me. I cherish the amount of time we have together because of that."

What you didn't know was that he had come back from refilling your water bottle rather quickly and stood outside the doorway to hear your speech. His heart almost burst when he heard your tender words describing how he made you feel. He knew that you rarely got to hear how much those quiet moments at night meant to him because he was guarded with his feelings.

Which is why he started into the room on a mission.

You smiled as soon as you saw him. "Welcome back, babe, we were just talking about--"

He approached you swiftly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hardly even got to bask in the moment before he was pulling away, setting down your water bottle as he sat back down with his controller in hand like he didn't just expose to his audience how much of a softy he really was.

It was in that moment when you realized how glad you were that you’d decided to appear on stream because you'd be able to look back at that clip over and over again to relive the intimate moment.

Noon on Sunday came at last. Kenma would finally be free from the prison of his office. Not to mention he could finally get off his ass and stretch.

Between your official appearance on stream and the sign-off, you popped in a few more times to say hello to the chat when you brought him some snacks and drinks. You stayed up through most of the night, although you accidentally napped for a few hours during the dead of night which gave you a little boost in energy.

In the end, the stream was a monumental success. Kenma had even managed to blow past his goal of $150k and make it to over $200k, which meant that he'd be getting the full e-body makeover for his next week of streams.

By the time Kenma came into your bedroom after freshening up and having a small snack, you were already dead asleep with your laptop propped open to show his now offline stream.

He tip-toed around the bed quietly, closed your laptop, pulled the covers up and over your curled-up body, and slipped in himself. As he settled, he felt you shift and grab at his worn t-shirt, opening your eyes slightly just to confirm that it's him.

He pulled you against his chest tightly, his body finally able to relax. He was sure it wouldn't be too long before he completely fell out.

"That was more fun than I thought it'd be," he heard you utter quietly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." His fingers gently danced across your shoulder blades as you mushed your face into his clean shirt. "I can't believe we raised so much today so quickly."

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You worked so hard on this."

"I also donated $2000 anonymously to speed up the process," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head in hopes to lessen the blow of his secret.

It was quiet for a moment, and he wondered if he’d genuinely pissed you off before he felt the vibrations from your laugh against his chest.

"...I can't wait to ruin your hair, e-boy."

Written by: Luna

[nenes-wifey]

AYE HOW Y DOİN first of all i love Y blog so fucking much and if you stop writing i will stab you with love and affection💅 and May i request ( idk if you still take request's or not you dont have to do it tho ) tsuchigomori x fem reader from 100 dialouge prompts 84 👁️👄���️ ( im a big simp for this Man ) ✨✨

A/N: holy shit I forgot about the dialogue prompts I should do that again soon

84. “They deserve this.”

Today was horrible, some how the universe all decided to work together to make today as terrible for you as possible. It started when you woke up late for your job and had to rush through everything that morning, forgetting any money or food for the day, almost forgetting your phone, and nearly forgetting your shoes. You ran so hard to work that you had to take a minute to calm down and not be sweat soaked in front of students and staff.

It didn’t stop there, you were swamped with work the whole day for no obvious reasons and no matter how much you thought, you couldn’t think of a good reason there was so much to be done. You worked as the school nurse, and you were out of many things in your office, ranging from spare pens to bandaids and ibuprofen, which was a necessity in a nurses office so that caused a lot of hiccups in the day. At lunch you didn’t even notice that you didn’t bring lunch or money since you were still busy working on health work for students.

It wasn’t until late after you were supposed to go home that you noticed just how late it was in the night, when the school’s librarian, Tsuchigomori, had walked into your office.

“(Y/n).” He spoke up after god knows how long and you finally looked up to see him.

“Oh! Hey, Tsuchi! What do you need?” You said with a smile on your face. Just looking at him was enough to make your whole day better, let alone speaking to him.

“Do you have any idea how late it is? You should be long home by now.” He scolded you with a glare. Oh boy, I guess it has been a while since school let out.

“I would go home, tsuchi, but there’s still so much work to do! I need to get it done by today or I’m just gonna get swamped again tomorrow.”

“No way, pack up and get ready. I’ll be waiting outside for you so don’t take long.” He left you to clean up for a while after that.

You eventually walked out with your purse and coat to Tsuchigomori leaning on the wall next to your door, he almost looks like he’s gonna pass out.

“Come with me.” He said and, without even waiting for you to respond, he started walking away, fast. You had to almost jog to keep up with him.

You eventually followed him all the way to a set of doors, the entrance to the 5th wonder of the school, and followed him into the room. He didn’t often let you in here, you two mostly hung out in your office or outside.

“Here, sit.” He gestured to a chair as he spoke and didn’t break stride, apparently going to get something else from somewhere else in the library.

“Hey!” Some of the mokke hopped out from the shelves and crowded around you as you waited. They were so sweet and always made the best company, a few even gave you presents.

Eventually Tsuchi came back with his arms full, all of them. Why did he have so much stuff? He came over and wordlessly dumped blankets and pillows onto you. What??? You quickly popped your head out to see what he has planned but the moment you did, he covered your head back up, filling you with even more confusion.

“Don’t look, it’s a surprise.” He said nonchalantly, and so you waited. And waited. And waited some more.

It felt like forever until Tsuchi finally said that you could come out, but oh was the wait worth it. All you saw was a table full of your favorite things, your favorite snacks and drinks, and Tsuchi had a tablet with your favorite movie already on.

All the mokke were crowded around the table and (mostly) all asking the same thing. “Why?”

“Because,” Tsuchi said as he glanced back at you, “She deserves it.”

Oh boy, now you’re crying. Yep, you’re crying because he’s too sweet like damn today has been bad but everything is so much better now.

You walked over and buried your face in his chest while he rubbed at your back. Eventually he sat you down and held you close. The mokke eventually joined in to make one giant cuddle pile, and maybe to steal just a little bit of your foods.

You fell asleep in your lover’s arms feeling loved and content.

[inlovewithfictionalmensblog]

𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 ; b.r

Pairing- Billy russo x reader

Warnings: angst, mention of pregnancy, morning sickness, and fluffy in the end

Summary:

You and billy have been in a relationship for over 2 years now. You are incredibly in love with him, as well as he is with you. But everything falls, when he 'sleeps' with someone else. Soon, you find out, you have a little russo growing in your stomach. But, soon billy finds out.

(In this story, billy is still dangerous , but frankie and Billy are still brothers. and yep, also lets pretend lisa and frank jr are still alive)

Y/n- your name

Y/l/n- your last name

Y/m/n- your mothers name

Y/f/n - your fathers name.

Being with billy came with many....consequences. billy was a business man, he cared and loved for his work. He worked so hard for it.

Y/n y/l/n and billy russo met at a bar, they talked, drank. And of course flirted. At first it was just flings, y/n needed to get over her ex, and billy needed to let out his stress.

But the two, had no idea it would lead to more. 2 years. Two years since they met, and two years of being in love.

-

"How have you and billy been?" Lyna, y/n's big sister asked.

"We've been good, he's been working a lot though" y/n said sipping her coffee. It was early in the morning, billy hadnt been next to y/n when she awoke.

"Im sure he's been really busy, dont think too much about it, sis"

"I wont, now go. Before George ends up calling you because he forgot how to change a diaper" y/n told her sister with a small laugh.

"Yeah, i don't blame him, nelly can get out of hand sometimes"

"Your the one who birthed her"

"Dont remind me"

-

After lyna left, y/n had spent the whole day cleaning what wasnt cleaned. By the time she was finished it was already 7:00.

Billy was supposed to return at 6:00. She waited patiently in the couch, cuddled in watching a show about drama and romance. Soon, her eyes closed off. And she was soon taken by her sleep.

Billy, was on his way to the penthouse. Nearly on the verge to knock out. Agent madani had visited his office to talk. He felt guilt. He loved y/n, but he had to do what was coming. In order to keep her safe.

He knew y/n could protect herself, afrer all her father and mother was one of the most wealthiest family on earth. She hsed to take fighting classes. And learned how to use a gun professionally. But she was his to protect.

As he entered the penthouse, there she was. Peacefully sleeping. No broken heart...yet. he slowly walked towards the couch, bending down, with sad eyes. He kissed her temple slowly as if goodbye.

He went into the bedroom they shared, changing into a more comfortable outfit, walking into the kitchen pouring himself some whiskey. He felt the urge to punch a wall.

He kept bringing franks words into his mind.

'𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦....𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'

He was already regretting it all. He stood awake the whole night, watching y/n peacefully sleep. He needed to break both their hearts tomorrow.

And he wasnt prepared.

2 weeks ago, they had shared a wonderful day, in each others arms, after an amazing lovemaking. Both moaning each others names.

And now, there he was, thinking about a way to easily break a heart.

-

Y/n woke up, the sun was up. The TV was turned off. She looked around to find a cup in the kitchen counter. She got up walking towards their shared bedroom. But he wasnt there.

She sighed in disappointment, rubbing her head. She felt a feeling of disgust, her stomach felt flipped upside down, in a bad way. Suddenly. Her knees went weak, and she ran towards to bathroom, vomiting. Gagging.

Grabbing a peice of paper cleaning her arm, she brushed her teeth. Billy next to her, with wet hair. And in his suit already.

"Hey" billy lightly smiled. Y/n flinched, not knowing he had even been in the penthouse. She smiled.

"Hi, baby" she said walking towards him. Hugging him, gently. He tensed a little bit. Y/n pulled away staring at him.

"Is something wrong?" She asked curiously.

"Y/n....we need to talk" he said nervously, he walked towards the kitchen. Y/n following behind him.

"Whats wrong billy? Did i do something. Because if i did something i pro-"

"I cheated on you" he blurted out. Y/n looked st him, letting out a laugh, soon the laugh let out seeing as billy didnt show emotion. Not even guilt.

"Wh-what.."

"I've been sleeping with someone, for a couple of weeks now" billy said making eye contact. He seemed unfazed, seemed normal.

"So it wasnt your work keeping you away from me huh?" Y/n chuckled. Tears now threatening to fall. Blinking a couple times forbidding them to fall down.

"Y-"

"Dont say shit russo" y/n angrily said, a couple tears fell down. Making her even more angry. "You've done enough" with that she walked into the bedroom, grabbing a bad, filling it uo with clothes.

"Where will you go?" He asked.

"Thats none of your business" she said looking at him. "I wish i had never met you. If i had known you would do this..i would've never fallen in love with you"

Y/n now walked up to the door, slamming it, she grabbed her phone, calling lyna.

"Hello?"

"Lyna.." y/n called.

"Are you cryi- what the fuck did billy do?!"

"Can i stay with you for a while?"

"Yes, of course. I'll go pick you up right now"

-

Billy had tears down his cheeks, he slammed his fist down the wall making a hole, broke cups.

"FUCK" he shouted, falling down his knees, sobbing.

'I wish i had never met you' those exact words kept replaying, like a show.

-

3 weeks later

-

3 weeks now. Y/n silently sobbing in her pillow, while she unpacked her clothes, she had found one of his shirts. It had smelled like him. Cologne, whiskey, and fire.

Everyday and everynight, she sobbed holding it. Over those 3 weeks, shes been feeling sick and nauseous.

"You sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" George asked y/n who had been cleaning her mouth from vomiting. Again.

"No-"

"Y/n, i have a question" "whatsup. Sis?"

"When was your last period?" Lyna asked, both her hands put together after she fed nelly.

"Why would you ask that?" Both y/n and George asked.

"Because, when i was pregnant with nelly, i was the same. Y/n could you be..."

"Pregnant?...no, i mean.." y/n stopped talking as fear overcame her.

She wasn't ready to be a mother. She didn't even want children. And she definitely didnt want to be a single mother.

"I'll get you a pregnancy test" George said grabbing the car keys speeding away. Y/n was now crying into her sisters arms.

"Hey...shh, you won't be alone. Dad and mom will help you, david, me, george, karen will help you as well. But if you are pregnant...what about b-"

"Screw him! H-h-he fucken ruined me. And if i am pregnant with his child, he'll only break the child" y/n said bitterly. Lyna frowned.

"Your only saying that now. But your gonna want him apart of his or hers life" Lyna said. Y/n hesitated but let out a soft 'i know'

-

"Now we wait" lyna said, waiting with y/n inside the bathroom, George on the other side with his ear in the door.

"Does it say anything yet?!" George yelled from the other side. Y/n let out a breathing laugh, and lyna opend the door causing him to stumble and almost fall.

" you could've killed me!"

"Drama queen"

"I am n-"

"Its time" y/n mutterd loudly enough for them to hear. Y/n sat down on the floor while both lyna and George looked.

Suddenly...

"IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE!" Y/n's eyes widened, and a few more tears left her eyes again.

"Im gonna be a mom..."

"Im so happy for you!"

-

Meanwhile. Frankie, karen and most of billys good friends, reminded him of his mistakes.

Karen had been acting suspicious, and frankie couldn't help but dig in.

Later discovering the unexpected pregnancy of y/n.

"If you tell him, i will cut your balls off" katen warned frankie.

"He deserves to know" frankie hissed.

"He cheated on her! He doesn't deserve anything other than guilt"

"Fine. I wont tell him, but as soon as little billy or little y/n is born, he will have to know"

"I know" karen breathed.

-

It had been around 7 months now, y/ns mother and father had bought her a two story house. Y/n had wanted an apartment for, she only needed it for her and her baby. But y/m/n and y/f/n had decided to give both their unborn grandchild and their youngest daughter the best.

The house was beautiful, had four bedrooms, a beautiful garden, an art studio. Y/n's brothers, derek and chris had helped decorate the babys room. Grey and and black. And navy blue.

Yep, y/n y/m/n y/l/n was having a baby boy.

She had thought of names such as.

Cassius, leo, Christopher, but one made her shine.

Liam. Liam y/l/n

Y/n had still cried, some nights. But she had no other choice but to move on. Even though it was incredibly hard to do so.

Her brand new phone, since she had thrown her old phone that way Billy wouldnt contact her rang.

Karen.

"Hello?"

"Y/n! How are you?!" Karen beamed. Y/n smiled happily.

"I've been good. A little big, but good" y/n let out a small laugh, karen laughing as well.

The smile on y/ns face fell down. She knew she was going to regret it, but she had to know.

"How's everyone?"

"Good. We all miss you"

"I miss you all too. Uhm....hows billy?" Y/ns hesitated. Karen sighed.

"Hes....ruined you can say. Ruthless, only time we see him smile is with lisa and frank jr. He needs you"

"If he did. He wouldn't have slept with another woman" y/n breathed, she choked on her own words.

"Yea, he did. Didn't he" karen said through gritted teeth. "Whens your due date?" Karen asked.

"December 10th"

"Are you healthy, both of you?"

"Dont worry karen, everything is perfect"

"Just playing the Godmother role" Karen let out a laugh.

"Ok well, I'll text you later, my parents are on there way here"

"Alright. I love ya!"

"Love ya too"

-

"Shes making a mistake!" Frankie defensively told Karen. Karen groaned "so did billy" karen defended back.

"She's hiding the fact that she's having his child!" Frankie whispered yelled.

"She has a good reason!" Karen whispered yelled back.

"Whos 'she' ?" Billy asked, walking towards the fighting couple.

"My....my friend, she's..."

"She's pregnant and she's hiding her pregnancy from the father" frank told billy staring at karen then at billy.

"Does she have a reason?"

"Yes. The bastard cheated on her" karen glared at Billy then at frank, who she had mindly already murdered in her head.

"Well...maybe tell her to try and tell him, maybe he didn't mean to cheat" billy said tiredly. He hadnt slept in over 8 months. He hadnt slept since the day he made his worse mistake.

"Any sign of y/n?" Frank asked karen wirh a knowing look. Billys eyes widened hoping karen Did hear from her.

"No. And even if i did, i wouldn't tell you" karen said leaving both men alone.

"Its alright brother, we'll find her" frsnk patted billys back.

"What if.....what if he got to her?" Billy fearfully told frank. Frank blinked, wanting to tell him, to the world what was really happening.

But instead he said. " he didn't, he knows better than to mess with us"

-

Time was going really fast, because now. Y/n was in a hospital bed, holding her baby boy. Liam looked exactly like his father, beautiful pitch black brown eyes, dark drown hair. Only thing liam had from y/n was her nose.

Y/n, wasnt sure she wanted to keep the baby 2 months after discovering her pregnancy. But here she was, holding her baby. Never wanting to let go. She held his small body in her tired one. His small hand holding y/ns finger. She stared deep into her sons face, tears fell down. As a tear fell down his cheek, he let out a small flinch making her frown and cooe at him. She felt butterflies down her stomach. She felt warm, she felt a different type of happiness. One she never thought she'd ever feel. One she swore she would never feel. A mothers love. The love of a mother. She swore there and then, she would always protect her baby boy. No matter whatm she'd die for him. Kill for him.

"I've never encountered something so beautiful" Karen said from the door. Frankie and karen were at the door with small frowns, and small smiles.

Frankie slowly walked up to the tired woman and newborn baby. He had tears in his eyes. His brother was a father. And he wasnt even here.

"His name?"

"Liam, shirt for William" y/n smiled. She cooed down her baby.

"Meet your Godparents" frankie's eyes softened. As karen beamed clapping her hands together.

Frankie swifted in motion wanting to carry the small creature. Y/n let out a small smile, letting frankie carry him.

"Im so gonna kick billys ass now"

Y/n let out a crying laugh.

"I wish he could be here" y/n muttered, quietly. Yet both kare and Frank heard.

"I will protect you my Godson"

"And i will feed you lots of muffins" karen cooed at the baby.

"Did billy know you were coming?"

"No, he has been too busy, resigning the penthouse and trying to finish everything in anvil, he didn't notice us leaving "

"Why is he resigning the penthouse?"

"After you left. He destroyed everything" karen spoke softly. "Did he get hurt?" Y/n asked tearly.

Frankie chuckled. "No but he will once i see him"

-

After meeting little billy, frankie had sped to the penthouse. Knocking rather loudly.

He wasn't going to tell him, about liam. No he had to know himself.

Billy opened the penthouse door angrily.

"What?!"

"Dont boulshit me bill. I found y/n" frank said angrily back at Billy. Billys eyes widened.

"Where? Frank where is she?!"

"If i tell you what are you going to do?"

"What am i gonna do?! Im going to apologize, make her mine again. And make sure i mever let go of her again" billy said through gritted teeth.

Frank smiled a bit. Proud of billy.

"Shes in the new york hospital."

Billy frowned.

"W-why is she in the hospital?" Afraid..billy asked.

"I cant tell you. But i can tell you this. Shes okay, shes not hurt. Just tired. But you will need to see her in 2 weeks"

"What, No! I cant wait that fucken lo-"

"Billy! Just trust me"

Billy hesitated. But nodded. For now, he had to get his shit together. Clean the penthouse. Ckean himself. He looked through his drawers, finding the small box he had, had for over 13 months. He was gonna do it. If she forgave him, he was going to officially and permanently make her his.

But if she didn't forgive him....then he didnt know.

-

After about 2 weeks after giving birth. Liam and y/n step foot at their house for the first time as mother and son. Y/n rook him to his small crib, not the one in his bedroom the one that had been for other places.

She made food for her. And made sure to get prepared for. Breastfeeding.

Billy had to see her. He couldnt wait much longer, he was desperate. So he asked karen and frankie to come with him. They happily excepted.

Since billy was too nervous, karen was the one driving. She had a smile while driving.

"Whats the smile for?" Billy asked.

"I just cant wait for you to fix your mistake" she smiled again.

Frankie smiled at his girl in the backseat.

-

After y/n had breastfed liam, she heard a knock in her door. She put Liam in his crib, covering the top, so he wouldn't be noticeable.

She went to her kitchen drawer getting the gun out.

She looked through the door hole. Karen.

She opened the door revealing not only karen, but Frank....and Billy.

She sighed, looking behind her. Liam.

"Put the gun down sister" karen said getting inside the house. Frankie following. But billy stayed out.

Y/n nodded for him to walk him. In which he did.

"Okay, while you guys talk. Me and frankie are gonna go to the park with lyna and george" karen said.

Karen smirked at y/n while frank patted billys back. Both of them leaving the house.

Y/n sighed.

" i need a drink" she said walking towards the kitchen. Serving herself some whiskey, drinking it all in one sip.

"So..." billy started. He looked at y/n with sadness. All he wanted to do was kiss her at the moment, hug her, hold her.

"So?" Y/n said. She clickes her tounge.

"Y/n....im sorry"

"Sorry doesn't fix anything billy" she said bitterly.

"It doesn't. It honestly doesn't, but that doesn't mean im not sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, more than you could imagine, and wh-when you told you wish you h-had never met me....i couldn't breathe. I understand why you hate me, i hate me too, but please. Let me explain why i did what i did" billy begged. His eyes were full of glossyness, and sadness.

Y/n almost believed him.

"Go on."

"Agent madani, had fulled me into believing she was one if the good guys. But just 1 month, after i did. I found out she worked for Cornelius bond, he has hated me and frankie ever since we quit being marines. Madani manipulated me i to doing things i regret. Including sleeping with her. Everytime she ...touched me" billy said the ending with disgust. "I wanted nothing more but to go to you"

"Why couldn't you just stop her?"

"Because....because Cornelius threatened to kill you. And i know you can protect yourself...but i wasn't gonna risk it. Madani took advantage of me, using me for many things. Tortured me, for the past month. I wanted to tell you, but i co-" as he was gonna speak, tears fell down his face.

The two years of knowing billy. Y/n knew two things.

1. He'd do anything to protect his loved ones.

And 2. He never lies about stuff like this.

Y/n stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of him trying to manipulate him, but there was nothing but numbness and regret.

Y/n got up crashing her body with his. Her hands wrapped beautifully around his torso. Billy did not hesitate to hug back, silently sobbing into her neck.

Billy was never one to cry, another reason y/n knew he wasnt lying.

"Please.....forgive me" billy stuttered. Hus hands wrapping around her tighter.

"I forgive you" she muttered silently. And that...that was enough for billy to feel full again. He pulled away, bringing her into a beautiful passionate kiss. His hands on his cheek, her hands on his wiping off his tears. She had a smile on her face. As well as he did.

"I love you....so fucken much"

"I love you mo-" y/n got interrupted by a small coo from her baby. Her heart beat fastened. She looked back at billy who had a confused face.

She slowly walked up to Liam.

"Over the past 9 months, i have been..." y/n gulped, picking up her babyboy.

"I have been carrying your baby..." y/n muttered quietly. But billy heard her perfectly clear.

Billy now had a pained expression.

"And you never told me?" He said heartbrokenly.

"I was upset billy...i was sad. Everytime i heard your name, i felt sick...and abandoned. I told Karen and frank to not tell you. Of course Frank got really upset with me and Karen...i wanted to tell you. But everytime i brought it up...you always changed the subject i never really thought you'd want a family" y/n told him. He had a tear slowly run down his face. He walked forwardly...slowly.

"Whats his name," billy said looking down at the small bundle

"Liam" billy looked at y/n, with love then back at liam with adoration.

"Wanna hold him?" Billy shook his head lightly.

"I dont wanna drop him" billy spoke quietly.

Y/n chuckled, sitting down in the couch, billy following. She faced billy, taking liam to his arms. Billy stared at liam, amazed of how he and y/n made such a beautiful baby. Billy had even more tears in his eyes.

"You're a little extra sentimental today" y/n smiled. Billy nodded. With a smile.

"I missed it . I wasnt there for you" billy said sadly

"You're here now" y/n told him, wiping his tears kissing him on the head, whiles softly caressing liams faces with her pinky.

Liam, slowly opened his eyes, seeing both his parents. Billy had one had supporting liams head and rhe other holding his body. Y/n, held his head, so that billy could give Liam his finger.

As soon as liam, held his fathers big finger, billy grinned.

"Hello....im your daddy" billy spoke adorably.

-

The three small family were enjoying their time, when Karen and frankie walked in the room. Smiling at the the three.

"I love you, so much" billy told you, with so much love as he kissed you. "I love you more"

[another-rational-deception]

falling asleep on the shoulder of whatever characters you chose :) students, heroes, or villains

Hhhh i love this trope (is that what it’s called?? Idk im dumb but i love this idea, id absolutely do it for everyone if i wasnt lazy)

D*rk content blogs, do not interact with me at all.

Kyoka Jiro, Katsuki Bakugo, Kurogiri, and Tiger’s s/o falling asleep on their shoulder

Kyoka Jiro

First of all- p a n i c

She’s red as a strawberry all the way down her earphone jacks and her face

Please she’s about to short circuit💀🤚🏼

After a bit once she relaxes she’s fine with it. She’s still a little red, she’s just not used to being so close to you

She begins to relish the moment, absolutely refuses to move

Would try to move you so you’re more comfortable but she doesn’t want to risk waking you

She’ll ask someone to bring you a blanket so you don’t get cold (and so she can properly snuggle)

Ends up falling asleep with her head atop yours. Mina takes pictures and sends them to her (after showing literally everyone)

Katsuki Bakugo

When he feels your head fall on his should he almost jumps

Is about to tell you to cut it out when he sees you’re asleep

Doesn’t have the heart to wake you up or push you off

Absolutely threatens anyone who walks into the room

Assuming this is after dorms, he’ll carry you up to your room (or his room) and lay down with you, probably falls asleep himself

Kurogiri

Ok first of all

How?

Isn’t he like made of smoke or something

I suppose we just don’t question it, a cat is a police officer in this fucking world and a bird man has a demon living inside him who’s apparently a little girl

Anyway

You probably catch him in one of the few times he’s not behind the bar, more than likely in his own room

If he has work to do he will more than likely softly remove you and lay you on the bed, and cover with a blanket

If it can wait until tomorrow or he has no work, he’s more than happy to let you rest as long as you need

Moves you to a more comfortable position so you don’t wake with a sore neck

Tiger (Yawara Chatora)

One of three things may happen

He either one- lays his head on yours and knocks out with you

2- uses pliabody to pick you up and bring you to bed, where he might leave you under the covers or lay down with you

Or 3- he’ll let you rest on his shoulder and stay awake as some sort of guard dog (cat?) while you sleep

The rest of the Pussycats think it’s the cutest thing ever. You look so peaceful and happy sleeping against this massive man who looks just about ready to murder e v e r y o n e in this room

He demands Ragdoll send him the photos she took, he’s making you his home screen on his phone