#it’s hard + scary but it will be okay + I’m practicing being brave

[nataliewaitegf]

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[silverhairsimp]

Soccer Practice

I took my dogs for a walk around this park that had so many soccer teams practicing and this idea came to mind. I have't written anything in over a year and just pumped this out in 30 minutes, so please me nice to me 🥹 This was supposed to be a quick little drabble and here we are at 1.5k words. not proof read.

PS: shout out to @saradika for the banner access <3

Pairing: Kiri x Kat x Reader Summary: Your husbands take your daughter to soccer practice, but what happens when their little girl starts growing up and getting too independent for her dads? Content: Reader & Kat have a biological daughter. Kiri, reader and Kat are married. Fluff, fluff, fluff. I hope this makes your heart happy.

You remember when she first found a love for the game. It was unlike anything you had seen before. You first found her running around in the playground with her friends after school, kicking that tiny ball back and forth. If you’re being honest, she wasn’t very good right off the bat, but who is? When it came time to talk about joining a real soccer team, her nerves got the best of her. “Do I have to, mommy? It’s scary… what if I mess up” she had been so afraid of not getting along with the girls on her team, or not being good enough. But her dads were right there to reassure her. “Yer my kid, aren’t’cha?” Katsuki would put his hands on either side of her as he sat her on the counter, giving her that little pep talk, “Y’know what that means, right?” She rubbed her eyes with her little hands and nodded her head, “means I’m gonna be the best..” she’d mumble and the grin on her dads face was unmatched. “Got that right, squirt. Now c’mon, go get your daddy and we’ll practice in the backyard.

You watched with a smile on your face as Eijiro and Katsuki, your two husbands, kicked the ball back and forth with your daughter. When Katsuki would push her too hard, Eijiro was right there to pick her back up and reassure her everything was going to be just fine and that she’s going to do great: “Your still learning, sweets. Don’t get too worked up about it, just keep goin’, okay?” Eijiro was so good with her. And while your daughter might biologically be Katsuki’s, she’s got Eijiro’s personality and his big heart to match.

When the time came for her very first competitive soccer practice, she was so nervous. Trying to keep a brave face as you sat her on the counter next to the sink in your bathroom and styled her hair in two braided pony tails. “Your dad’s are gonna take you today, okay baby? I’ll have dinner ready to go when you get home. Sound good?” You asked her and she nodded her head, quietly asking for her favorite after such a big day. You made her a promise to her her favorite on the table as soon as she walked in the door and agreed she could take a bath after practice too. 

The three of them were loaded up in the car, your six year old sporting a little pout with bleary eyes almost the whole way. It didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of her dads wanted to bring any more attention to it as she tried so hard to keep it together. When they finally pull into the parking lot in front of the giant field, she unfolded her tiny hands and waited for one of them to open the door and unbuckle her seat belt, immediately looking to hold both their hands as she walked in to find her team. 

“There they are, you ready to go?” Eijiro would lean down and ask her. She’d give him a little frown and squeeze his hand a little tighter, “You’ll stay, right? You’re not gonna leave me here alone?” He’d wrap her up in his big strong arms and “Promise we’ll be right here on the sidelines watchin’ ya… See? Dad even brought the chairs.” It used to take her 20, sometimes 30 minutes to work up the courage to get on the field, no matter how much encouragement the two of them would give her, she was still so nervous. 

Her coaches were great, doing their best to integrate her into drills that she felt comfortable with, encouraging some of the other girls to ask her to pass. The first week definitely wasn’t the easiest, but she always had her dads, and you, encouraging her to just show up everyday. 

As the weeks went, she got more and more comfortable, started making more friends and was overall enjoying it so much more than she had before. She couldn’t wait for practices. Now, when you styled her hair in her bathroom, she’d rave about all the girls she was going to ask to pass with, who she was going to score on and you had to remind her to not talk about ‘breaking anyones ankles’ like her dad told her to do. Of course, Katsuiki’s defense was that he meant for her to do it to the other team… not her own. 

There was a very clear switch in her demeanor. When they drove to practice that day, she wore a smile on her face, wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was and upon pulling into that same parking spot they always had, she was reaching for her own seatbelt. “Dad!! Open the door!! Hurry up!” She’d tell Katsuki as soon as the car had come to a stop, not even put into park yet. He’d have to gently remind her no to tug on the door handles like that and they still had 15 minutes until practice started. “I know! But I wanna go! My best friend said we were gonna shoot on the cage before practice starts!” He and Eijiro exchange a look, silently wondering when and where this ‘best friend’ came from and how just a few weeks ago they weren’t sure she even liked soccer anymore. 

Eijiro was the one to get out first, opening the door for her, only for her to jump out on her own and make a b-line for the open gate in the fence. “Look both ways!!!” He’d shout at her when she ran through rows of cars without looking first.

Instead of holding her hand on the way in, they’d each hold their own chairs, wondering: “When did she get so independent?” Eijiro would ask. “She gets it from her mother.” Katsuki would respond with a smile on his face. “Kinda makes ya feel like we’re not needed anymore…” 

They’ve both got a gloomy look on their face, their little girl had grown up before their eyes in a matter of weeks… It was a hard pill to swallow, and as they sat and watched her practice with a proud smile on their face, they couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad that their baby girl doesn’t need them like she used to. 

On the way home, she babbled on and on about her practice. “Did you see that goal I scored?! Or when I passed the ball through that girls legs?! That was so cool, wasn’t it dad?”  They’d both nod their heads, each letting her know how proud they are of her and to keep up the hard work. 

You could tell something was different when the three of them arrived home that night. Your daughter was glowing, raving about all the same things she had in the car to her dads. The latter sat quietly at the dinner table, moving around the veggies on their plates. When she cleared her own plate and padded off to the bathroom to take a shower, because she was ‘too old to take baths anymore’ you couldn’t help but ask: “What’s gotten into you both?? She had a good practice didn’t she?” “That’s the thing…” Katsuki would start, “it was so good. She doesn’t need us anymore.” “What on earth are you talking about?” You’d question with an huff and your hands on your hips. “He’s right, she doesn’t even need us to walk her in anymore. She just runs in on her own.” Eijiro would add with a pout on his lips, the same one your daughter would sport when it was time to get ready all those weeks ago. 

“Don’t you two think you’re being a little melodramatic?”  You’d cross your arms over your chest and shake your head with a smile. “Just because she’s growing up, doesn’t mean she isn’t going to need you both.”

“I didn’t sign up for this ‘growin’ up shit—” “Language, Katsuki. And you kinda did when you knocked me up. That’s sorta what happens… look at the three of us, from high school, to college, to married with a kid. We grew up too.” Eijiro would argue that you weren’t helping because now all he’s thinking about is when your little girl gets to be a high school and college graduate, and they’re going to have to walk her down the aisle someday. “All I’m trying to say is that she’s always gonna need you, both of you. She’s learning to figure herself out and she found something she loves and enjoys. You both should be proud of her for that.” You stand between them and place a kiss on each of their lips as they each loop an arm around your waist. They are proud of her, beyond proud even. But as they sit here with you between them, listening to your little girl as she turns on the shower, they can’t help but think about how they are so lucky to have you. You really had been the glue that tied them all together, and you truly are the best mom in the world. The more they think about it, it’s only a matter of time before they’re both begging you for another one, and this time is Ei’s turn. 

[carnivorousyandeere]

tw: dubcon

my lil dream is darling admitting to marcus physical contact/physical affection/sex??? makes them uncomfortable becos of their past (if you know, you know) but it's something that torments darling becos it makes them feel like a freak. like darling wishes they could be more physically affectionate with hypothetical significant others and be able to have sex like others have sex.... and marcus instantly is like (: interesting (: well we could defo do something abt that (:

IDK YOU SAID SEX THERAPY AND I IMMEDIATELY GOD I WANT IT SO BAD

marcus starts off with just soft light touches and darling is trembling becos touch from others has always hurt and it pains marcus to see darling like that but now he gets to introduce gentle touch to them. he skims his hand across their skin and darling is so brave, eyes fluttering close, focusing on the touch.

then it escalates from there every session. marcus is always so gentle, so encouraging, so loving. they hold hands for long periods of time. they hug. after a certain session, they start sitting side by side every single session. eventually, even that escalates to darling sitting on marcus' lap, his arms wrapping around her waist.

idk abt marcus but MAYBE he likes the way that every single session, darling trembles under his touch but darling puts on a brave face anyway. like a rabbit that so desperately wants to run away from a predator but, instead, decides to face it head on. something abt it whets his appetite?

eventually, darling happily tells marcus that they've started to really recover and that they've incorporated what they've learned in therapy. they've started being okay shaking hands with friends! isn't that great??

of course it is! except, no, internally, marcus isn't okay with it. becos he liked being the only one. he liked his darling exclusively being his. so he ups the stakes.

he starts slipping his hands under their clothes, fingers skimming across their hips, across their waist, across their thighs. darling trembles, wondering if this is right but... marcus knows best doesn't he?

then marcus cups darling's cheeks and soundly kisses them. darling wants to pull away but marcus is stronger and so, instead, trembling so very much, darling returns the gesture. becos..... marcus...... maybe..... marcus knows what he's doing...... right?

and then marcus tells darling next session they'll really practice intimacy and darling can't tell if the feeling in their stomach is anxiety or butterflies.

ANON WHO ARE YOU. WHO GAVE YOU THE KEYS TO MY BRAIN?? Same wavelength it’s kinda scary 😳

Iykyk— I think I get what you’re putting down. That wasn’t exactly my experience, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.

( MDNI )

CW: dubcon, abuse of power/authority, EXTREMELY unethical therapy practices, manipulation

Marcus has you in his lap, facing him, positioned just so that you won’t feel his hardness. He doesn’t want to scare you by having you feel that— this is about you, about making you feel better.

You cling tightly onto his shoulders, eyes shut and lips trembling as his hand travels under your waist band to gently stroke you through your underwear.

He leans in to press a soft kiss to your hairline, reminding you as he always does that it’s okay, you’re safe with him. He won’t hurt you. You can ask him to stop any time and he will. You nod, eyes still screwed tightly shut. Marcus keeps his pace steady and touches light, waiting for the tension in your body to unspool and melt into a different sort of tension.

When he notices your breathing become shallower, Marcus pauses and moves back to cup your face in one hand. Your eyes flutter open, dark and hazy.

“Do you need me to stop?” He asks softly.

“…..No,” you whisper, before letting your eyes close again and nuzzling into his hand. “Please….?”

He smiles softly at how cute you are, despite the pain of seeing you so obviously struggling, and leans in to kiss away the little tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“It’s okay if you’re enjoying this,” he whispers. “It’s okay to feel good. This is supposed to feel good. You deserve to feel good.”

You shake your head no at that, beginning to really cry.

Marcus shushes you, wiping the tears away, “But it’s also okay for it not to feel good. You’re allowed to feel however you feel, and if it doesn’t feel good we’ll stop.”

When you don’t respond, Marcus sighs a little, fighting the urge to hug you closer to comfort you. “It’s alright, that’s enough for today. You did so well for me.”

He tries to move you off his lap to sit next to him and bring you some tissues— he can’t possibly let you leave his office like this, so wounded and vulnerable— but you just cling tighter to him and shake your head again, eyes still screwed shut and head turned down in shame.

“P-please… please don’t stop, Marcus…”

His heart stutters in his chest. How could he possibly refuse your heartfelt plea?

[evansbby]

Ok but Older! Ari training tiny reader to take his BIG dick. making her ride dildos everywhere and whenever, even leaving them in her tight little pussy and just telling her to go on with her day. Him just chuckling as he watches her whimper and squirm, struggling to take even the smallest size in deeper. He'd be so filthy, calling her a good girl but also teasing her for not being able to take it, calling her a slut and little girl. Just major emphasis on SIZE KINK and beefy ari.

Oh yes yes yes! Ari + size kink practically goes hand in hand! Like, just imagine him being so turned on by the fact that you’re so much tinier than him, that you can’t handle him or take his size… and everything he’d do to help you take him inside you…

Warnings: SIZE KINK, beefy Ari, daddy kink, dumbification, dd/lg undertones

“That’s it baby, ride daddy just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?” Ari cooes. He’s holding your waist firmly, lying down on the bed while you straddle his hard abs. With ease, your big, beefy daddy is moving you over his six pack, grinding your wet pussy against every ridge of muscle on his toned, hairy stomach.

“Ah, yeah! F-Feels so good, daddy!” You moan, trying to move your hips faster, grind your clit against his abs more vigorously except he’s too strong as he holds you at bay, making you go at his pace — which is torturously slow.

“Not so fast, sweet girl. Don’t wanna overwork your tiny body do you?”

You press your lips together, hating how he teases you. “Daddy, please! Th-This feels good but… But I wanna have big girl sex! Want you inside of me for real!”

Ari’s rule is that big girl sex — penetration — is for, well, big girls. And you’re just a tiny baby according to your daddy. He says it’s too dangerous for babies like you to get fucked by a dick as big and thick as his.

“You know the rule, baby. You can’t take daddy’s big dick. You started crying last time, remember? So keep that pretty mouth shut and continue rubbing your little baby pussy on me, since that’s all you can handle.”

Your lower lip wobbles, “Want daddy’s dick inside me so bad, though!” You whimper, “N-Not fair. All other daddies fuck their baby girls. My friends told me! An’ I’m the only one who hasn’t! Not fair, daddy! Not fair!”

Ari is still moving you on top of him — it’s so easy because you’re so small. His muscular stomach is glistening and coated with your juices — he’s made you squirt twice already. Your daddy is very generous when it comes to pleasuring you — he just won’t fuck you.

“Don’t get whiny with me, sweet girl.” Ari warns, his huge hand cupping the back of your neck and pulling you forward till your lips latch on to his in a fevered kiss, “Last time, daddy could barely stuff a finger inside your virgin pussy before you started crying and begging me to stop.”

“Wasn’t crying! Just had something in my eye!” You lie, now circling your hips rhythmically into the hardness of his abs, loving how his body hair feels against your clit. Ari is the manliest, most beefiest and perfect daddy ever and all you want is for him to finally fuck you and claim you as his for real.

“Now you’re lying to me,” Ari smirks, licking a tantalising stripe up the side of your neck and making you shiver, “You must be the dumbest little baby alive to do that. Okay then, if you’re feeling so brave, how about you let daddy work that dildo inside of you? The one you ran away from last time?”

Your blood runs cold and you find yourself shaking your head vigorously, holding onto Ari’s bicep and gazing up into his blue eyes, “Nooo daddy, not that! It’s scary!” The silicone dildo had hurt so much when Ari had put it in you last week, and he’d only got a quarter of it in before you’d sobbed and ran away.

“Scary, huh? That dildo wasn’t even half the size of daddy’s dick, so how can you expect to have big girl sex, hm sweetie? God, your little baby brain really doesn’t think things through, does it? Well, it’s a good thing daddy does all the thinking for you. Now grind faster, dumb slutty baby. Daddy wants you to cum.”

Ari starts moving you faster on top of him, as if you’re nothing more than a doll to him. A little rag doll that he can move at any pace because of how big and strong and commanding he is.

“Ah, okay daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mm, that’s right baby! Soak me again, daddy wants to see you squirt one more time. Maybe then your baby pussy will be wet enough to take a quarter of daddy’s dick. And then you’ll be ready for big girl sex.”

Ari smirks when you cum, and you’re whimpering and screaming his name as you clutch his bicep and pull yourself closer to him, burying your face in his expansive, hairy chest as he holds you close and pats your head as if you truly are a baby.

“My little baby, you’ll have daddy’s dick soon enough,” he whispers in your ear, “Just have to stretch out your little baby pussy first, don’t we? But don’t worry — daddy’s gonna take such good care of you, and soon all your holes are gonna be used and abused by your daddy. You just wait, baby. You’ll see.”

BYE DJWBXJSJW THIS COULDVE BEEN SO GOOD BUT IM SO TIRED IM SORRY BYE

[foibles-fables]

Hello! I hope this is okay, you gave great advice to a nonny a while back so I was wondering if you could maybe help me too. I’m kind of a late bloomer and didn’t realise I was gay until my mid twenties. And now I’m scared of starting to date girls because I have zero experience and I always feel like everyone expects me to have it all figured out because I’m 26 and I really don’t. Talking to girls still makes me nervous and I’m not super confident in my sexuality so putting myself out there is just really hard because I feel like I can’t live up to everyone’s expectations and won’t learn how to properly ’be gay’. If that makes sense. Do you maybe have some advice for me? :/

Hi nonny!!! First, let me say how unbelievably PROUD I am of you for starting to figure out your authentic self. ❤️❤️❤️ It's a huge and daunting feat, so if nobody has told you that yet--including yourself--I want to make sure you know that someone is!

I've found that for queer people--especially queer/lesbian women, which is an assumption I'm making from the language you used in your ask, please correct me if this isn't the case--age isn't necessarily correlative to romantic/sexual/relationship experience at all. Everyone's path of self-discovery and queerness is different. "I'm 26, therefore I should be Better At This" might sound right in your brain--but objectively, it's not so correct when you look beyond the heteronormative expectations of heteronormative society. Realizing and then embracing your sexuality can be really hard and takes time, and I think a lot of people share your feelings and fears about being a late bloomer (especially in any offline communities you might be a part of!).

My best advice is to be kind to yourself! This is a brave and vulnerable thing you're doing. There's no "proper" way to be gay. I very much understand the pressure you're feeling, but try to think of your sexuality as an aspect of yourself instead--not something you have to learn from or prove to anyone else. You are gay, and you are you. Simply for that, you're already exceeding expectations. That's the bottom line. ❤️

Putting yourself out there is so so so scary, and I want to validate that! But sometimes, if you're in a safe environment and feeling into somebody, the only way to do it is to do it scared. It might take a little practice and a little time! But I think you'll find that approaching someone as your genuine, gay, maybe even nervous self will benefit you to no end.

My ask box and DMs are ALWAYS open, and I wish you the very best of everything!! Be good to yourself! ❤️❤️❤️

[oldcoyote]

thetimesinbetween replied to your post:

(1) please feel free to utterly disregard any/all of this!

(2) i saw this and my heart & soul squeezed because that fucking SUCKS, that breaks my heart, and i want to. like. stuff you in a burlap sack and throw you over my shoulder and take off running. GET OLDCOYOTE OUTTA THERE <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(3) your brain might be straight-up, like, panicking/sabotaging your happiness in hopes of re-establishing whatever emotional state it has decided is safe. (the vibe: “oh, you’re feeling HAPPY? don’t you know it’s NOT SAFE to be happy? if you’re HAPPY, what NEXT? if you’re HAPPY, then you’re CAPABLE, you’ll have to DO [SOME SCARY THING]. AND you’ll have to do [WHATEVER] and in order to do [THAT THING], you’ll have to BE VULNERABLE.” and so on and so on.)

(4) to be clear, i could absolutely be wrong about this!!! it’s your brain!!! *my* brain loves to do this shit and in my opinion IT IS THE FUCKING WORST.

(5) ok i am currently in a DBT skills group. (this is where me and like 8 other people who are also Severely Struggling and #mentallyill all get together and learn from our 2 intrepid and deeply gay instructors how the fuck to cope, in practical ways, with being alive. and perhaps even. like. build lives we enjoy.) anyway, so, in this group, i learned about a (frankly sort of mindblowing) mechanism called “opposite action.” which is basically a way to decrease the intensity of an emotion.

important caveat: opposite action only really works when (a) you yourself WANT to decrease the intensity of the emotion in the first place, (b) the emotion in question isn’t, like, totally aligned with reality in the first place OR, even if it is aligned with reality, acting on it still wouldn’t help you. (like, imagine this sort of thing: ’ugh it totally makes sense that i feel this way, and it totally makes sense that feeling this way makes me want to do X, but doing X is really REALLY not gonna help me right now, fuuuUUUUUCK.’)

wow. i am not an expert. this is hard to explain. i looked for youtube videos on this for like. half an hour minimum. and they all sucked. YIKES. ✌️sdfsas;kjsasdfs. so, if you are fascinated and/or this seems useful, here is a uhhh fuckin pdf full of charts and bulleted lists: static1.squarespace.com…

if you start on p. 251 of the PDF (“Overview: Changing Emotional Responses”), that should actually properly explain what i’m talking about. I wish I could beam knowledge that I have directly into your brain bc opposite action is very cool actually, and i have done it multiple times and found it helpful, but i am literally linking you to a textbook rn i am so sorry lmao. again please feel free to ignore this :’) <3 <3

(6) in conclusion, absolutely fuck anything sabotaging your joy. you were HAPPY!!! you LOVED doing this thing!!! i want to be like, “i bet you are not stupid actually and also i remember liking your writing, way back when, and i bet it is not bad so THERE,” but like. that doesn’t even matter!!! you could write and then never reread it and never share it, and if it made you enjoy being alive, that’s already Everything.

loving something you are doing while you are doing it…that’s the juicy fucking meat of life!!!!! i am glad you had that & i hope you will have it again & i trust that you will. and just generally i’m rooting for you <3 okay goodnight <3 /end

bless you for all of this, and for the link, i will absolutely check it out and see if it works for me! it sounds SUPER useful and god might be exactly what i need because these emotions are Not Serving Me at all and i want them taken out and shot fjkdls i just want to feel like i used to feel about all this but i don't think that will come until i can write, and publish, and have people read it and be like This Is Not Awful Actually but in order to get there i have to be brave enough to put it out there and I am NOT right now i am a snivelling mess

anything that can help me get out of the snivelling mess stage is more than welcome <3 and beyond that, just, thank you so much for taking the time to say all this it made my day and makes me feel so much better already

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

I’m really scared because I haven’t had my period in over 50 days but I don’t want to tell anyone and be forced into recovering in a space where I can’t control it and having other people constantly monitoring me. I’m trying to eat better and find specific foods high in fat and protein like salmon and eggs but I really struggle with eating meat and protein dense foods because when I was younger my mom always told me it would make me fat. I’ve been slowly increasing my calories but it’s not working and I’ve actually lost weight since doing this and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this and there’s no one irl I can tell, does anyone have any advice? -💚

Hi anon! I don't know what ED services are like in your area, so it's hard to know what to recommend to you. A lot of inpatient ED treatment centers can be extremely helpful, especially to those who need medical supports where they're at in their recovery. However, a number of times, depending on your specific issues and the resources in your area, people with EDs will go to a more general psychiatric inpatient facility. The quality of the experience you have at any sort of facility largely depends on the facility itself, as well as general healthcare knowledge and systemic supports in your area.

However, if you'd be willing to seriously commit to outpatient treatment, you might be able to get supports to do it that way. I know it's scary to consider asking for this, but if you're getting sicker while trying to heal on your own, you may need to seek help to save your life, anon. I do want to also say that even if you would prefer outpatient support, if you find yourself unable to make progress in outpatient, or if you end up needing more medical support than you can realistically get in an outpatient setting, you may have to go to inpatient. I know this is scary, but medical support can save your life if it turns out to be what you need. It's better to find out than to ignore it until it's too late. There's no shame in not being able to do it on your own, it's really hard. It's brave to seek help.

Now, who to tell? It sounds like your mom has not really worked to cultivate a healthy relationship between you and food. It also sounds like she might not be the person who would listen to you if you told her that your pursuit of weight loss has gone dangerously far. I don't know her, though, so you can think about whether or not you can go to her first to seek help. While your family's reaction may be different than the one you feel you need, understand that it takes time to fix a difficult relationship. Who knows? It's going to be a journey, but at the end of all this, your mom might actually take this as a wake-up call as to how she's raised you to feel about food, and about her own relationship with food. Is there another trusted figure in your family you can tell? A safe authority figure at school? Who will receive you most compassionately while still prioritizing getting you lifesaving care?

Fat is not your enemy. I know it's hard to believe that right now, but fat is highly preferable to feeling scared about your medical future and being unable to stop this to save your life. The fats in things like salmon and eggs help your body sustain energy, and contribute to brain function. Weight gain is not your enemy, your fear of getting fat taking priority over your fear of dangerous medical problems is your enemy. I know it's hard to feel that way, but your worth is so much more than a thin body. Can you try to start out by listing a few things that you love about yourself? If you're not in the habit of doing this, it may take a while, but that's okay, you can practice.

Whether you do seek help or continue trying to do this on your own, I hope you develop some acceptance for your body, whatever it needs to do. And I hope you get your period back!

[wonderlandleighleigh]

(Based on the Paul McCartney and Elvis Costello version My Brave Face.)

He drives her off pretty handily about six months into their relationship, and you know what?

Fine.

That’s fucking fine. It frees him up to actually live his life and not be tied to her ever-growing schedule of work and family, and that’s

Fine.

He gets to hang out with his friends me. Party a little more.

He resists the urge to party too hard. Whether he has Midge or not, he needs to stay off the dope so he can actually function. Helps to keep him out of jail, too.

But it’s good.

It is.

It’s good.

It’s not.

It’s not good.

It actually stinks.

It stinks not having Midge anymore, and he finds himself missing everything about her about a week into their break-up. Finds himself burying his face in the pillow she used most often at his place. Finds himself cooking for two people instead of just one.

It’s almost annoying how much he misses her laugh and her voice and her smile and the way she’d bump his hip as they did the dishes together.

And he tries to figure out how to fix it, you know? Flowers. Jewelry. Something.

He settles on a note. Simple. To the point. Sincere.

Dear Midge

Midge

Dear Upper West Side

Miriam

Fuck.

Okay, so for all of Lenny’s talent with words, he’s truly bad at this. I mean, he’s never done it before. Never written out a full list of crimes and apologies. Turns out it’s not as simple as set up and punchline.

He starts there.

Midge -

It turns out that writing a heartfelt, deeply personal apology is not something I’m practiced at. So this will probably not be up to my - or your - standards, but here goes.

I hate that I made you cry.

I hate that I drove you off.

I’m sorry.

I truly am. I feel like the worst kind of villain: a cowardly one. And I know that asking you for a second chance is presumptuous and insane because who in their right mind would give a second chance to the man that told her she’s the reason his life is dull and boring? That the path we were on wasn’t worth pursuing?

The very idea that my life is dull and boring is a cracked one, and I regret ever letting it get hold of me.

Things are just.

Different.

It’s different and that’s scary because as I said before, I am a coward, and change can be nerve-wracking to a complete and utter nut like me.

No, that’s a cop-out of a reason.

The real reason it’s so scary is that it’s real. Cooking meals together. Hanging out with the kids. Doing the dishes. Movie dates. Holiday dinners.

It’s so real.

And I don’t know that I’ve ever been that real with anyone before. My first marriage was all noise. A cacophony of bad behavior, and I think I got used to it. That felt like normal. So being with someone who just wants to work on her act or flip through fashion magazines while I read my own books quietly next to her feels

Scary.

But this week made me realize that the absence of you is much, much more frightening.

Can I take you to dinner tomorrow night?

-Lenny

 He leaves it in her mailbox the next morning, unnoticed, wandering off back to the Village, and waits.

[elenavampire21]

I tried my hand at my first Ethan hunt fanfic. if your under 🔞avoid full of smut and warning mentions of injury.

@worldofheroes @helloitstsyu @love2write2626 @elenavampire21

Love blossoms out of nowhere for Ethan hunt

Y/n Dunn was excited because she officially became a new recruit to the IMF team and one day make her big brother benji Dunn proud. Luther was showing you around the headquarters and he showed where benji worked and what his role was in the team.

And where Ethan would be practicing his self defence skills trying to get better. Luther took y/n to meet Ethan.

“Y/n this is Ethan hunt, Ethan this is Y/n Dunn benji’s sister and she’s a new recruit and that you’d be fine if I let her shadow you and get a feel to be part of the imf team.”

Ethan looked at Luther as they made their way back to join benji.

“nice to met you y/n but why would I need a new partner I’m happy working on my own or with the team I’ve got, how’s your fighting skills y/n”.

Y/n smile “better than benji’s and maybe more better than yours, I could easily take you in a fight hunt.”

Luther stayed quiet and inside was impressed with y/n’s Witty comeback to Ethan.

Benji gave his sister the death stare and yelled “my money’s on Ethan beat you first sis.”

Ethan raised a brow “so you literally think you’re so better than me how was your aim of a gun can you hold one properly.”

She smirked “the teacher said I had thee best aim and had an even better angle of the gun than you.”

Ethan gritted his teeth and thought *god she’s so cocky will easily get shot first*

Luther stepped in “okay y/n, Ethan lets go and discuss the new information for the mission and I’ll give y/n a run down of what we do at the missions.”

As Luther and Ethan headed to the projector which shows the layout of the building that benji has put up on.

Luther turns to Ethan “I like y/n she’s brave, knows how to handle a gun and has a witty sense of humour.” Ethan looks over to y/n. “She’s okay but her witty sense of humour will easily get her killed and we hardly know if she can fight and keep herself disguised when things get fast and how would she cope in taking orders to go into a room or place full of other horrible Men that wouldn’t have one single problem of hitting a beautiful girl like her.” Luther looked at Ethan “dude what was that you said at the end.”

Ethan thought and realised “I didn’t mean it in a loving way just she’s way to pretty to be part of our team and might get taken for advantage.”

Luther shakes his head “Yeah you kept thinking that.” Luther walks over and sits next to y/n whilst Ethan beings giving and going over the info and details of this mission.

Once everyone was briefed on the location and the ins and outs of the mission.

they all headed to the van. Luther and benji sat in the back and y/n was sat next to Ethan who was driving.

y/n was feeling quite scared but excited to show her brother she could become part of the imf team and family.

Whilst Ethan was concentrating on the road he glances at y/n “listen I know your first mission will be scary and look you’re not alone where all here.”

Y/n let out a little giggle “thanks Ethan but I’ll be fine.”

He tried so hard to hide the smile as he literally thought y/n’s little giggle was so cute and thought get a grip hunt.

As they arrived at the building benji gave everyone their ear pice to communicate with them all, Luther, Ethan and y/n headed in. Benji was nervous for his sister because this is her first mission he went to make sure they could hear him.

“Ethan can you hear me.” He placed a hand to his ear “I can hear you loud and clear benji.”Luther can you hear me too”.

Luther also held his ear “yup can hear you clear.”

Benji checked on his sister “sis can you hear me loud and clear please be careful can’t lose you.”

She held her ear and smiled “benj you ain’t gonna lose me and I can hear you perfectly well I’ll be careful.”

Ethan signalled for Luther to check the room or the left and let them know which Luther headed that way. He then signalled to y/n to take the central route from where they’d just come from and he’ll head and take the right side.

Y/n nods and grabbed her gun and headed for the central route she slide across the walls and carefully opened the door to the rooms and searched that they were empty. She walked back out to continue checking the rooms were all clear. She eventually came to the room that held the crucifix- designed key that would unlock the Al’s secrets.

Y/n carefully walked in and knelt down to open the safe an retrieve the two keys to bring back to Ethan.

when she sensed somebody had entered the room. From the van benji had visual one the three of them he noticed his sister wasn’t alone. “Luther, Ethan which one of you can be the fastest and got the the central room it’s the 4th door my sister is in trouble.”

Ethan froze when he heard the sheer panic in benji’s voice and said “don’t worry I’ll get her.”

He quickly turned and ran towards where y/n was. Y/n gently got up after putting the key into her shirt pocket still holding her gun with shaking hands.

Gabriel had pulled a knife out “you’re new and very pretty and I know you’ve got something of my now be a good girl put your gun down and hand me the key or this’ll end badly.”

Benji was shouting to Ethan through his ear pice how far he was to getting there. “Benji I’m literally running upstairs to get to the room don’t worry.” Y/n placed her gun onto the floor and held her shaking hands up she whispered to benji “I love you bro sorry I disappointed you.” Benji held back tears “sis you’ve never disappointed me don’t worry Ethan’s on his way why’s your gun on the floor.”

He tried to do a facial recognition on the person in the room when benji yelled to both Ethan as lucifer had come back to the van as everything was fine.

“Ethan you better fucking hurry and save my sister before that bastard Gabriel kills her.”

Ethan froze and a shiver went down his spine at that name and he whispered “shit she’ll struggle to fight him.”

Y/n held up her fists “you really think I’m that gullible and stupid I’d had you the crucifix- designed key that would unlock the Al’s secrets, hell no.”

She throw the first punch and knocked Gabriel into the wall and did and amazing high kick better than the one Ethan gave Sean at the beach, she read about Sean from sneakily reading benji’s files.

Gabriel picked himself up off the floor and lunged to stab y/n but she ducked and pushed him to hit the safe hard on the head. Y/n thought she’d killed him when all of a sudden she felt pain in her chest she slid down the wall and the last thing she heard was benji screaming her name and the gunshot from Ethan then everything went black.

Ethan knelt down and gently lifted y/n into his arms. She groaned and half opened her eyes “I don’t need your help I can easily walk why did you save me thought you where perfectly fine one your own or with Luther and benji.”

Ethan had slowly carrying y/n down the stairs to the outside and where the van was parked.

“I saved you because I knew you were too stubborn to die and I like you alright and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you’re not there.”

Y/n tried to laugh but felt the searing pain in her chest. You know, I like fighting against you. I like this.”

Ethan smirks “if you die, I swear I’ll kill you.” He safely made it back to the van and slid the door open and gently got in and cradled y/n.

Luther had a big grin and benji just started at Ethan like he was literally gonna kill him with his bare hands.

Ethan looked up at them both “what the hell is both those looks for.”

Benji groaned “that is the worst admitting you loving my sister and I swear to god you hurt and make her upset I’m the only one who gets to hurt you got it.”

They all managed to get back to the safe house Ethan helped y/n get inside and took her to the back room where she’d be sleeping and his room was just right next door. Y/n just looked at Ethan “how bad is it am I gonna actually die or be left with a massive scar.” He gently opened her shirt and grazed his hand over her chest and could sense she was in pain but hiding it .

“No you’re gonna heal but stop playing the stoic hero for one dam minute and tell me where it hurts.”

“It really hurts in my chest I know it didn’t hit anything life threatening or else I wouldn’t be here bickering with you.”

Ethan put some cream and a bandage on the bullet wound and began to slowly get up when y/n grabbed his arm and he saw the panic and shock and how vulnerable she looked.

“Please stay with me I don’t wanna be alone I’m scared of the flashbacks that’ll come at night.”

Ethan gently sat back down on the bed and pulled y/n closer into him and soothed her hair “sssh sssh I’m staying with you and I will never let anyone hurt you again because y/n I love you” he slowly leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

Y/n caressed his face during the kiss and moved to sit of his lap. She pulls away and Ethan gently slips her shirt off and kisses around the bandage y/n hisses with the pain.

“Ssh ssh love I’ll kiss the pain away okay,and you’ll be safe in my arms don’t worry about the nightmares I can always take your mind off them.”

Y/n got up off Ethan’s lap and closed and locked the bedroom door.

She faced Ethan and bite her lip to which made Ethan feel hard he gave her a smirk

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.” He quickly removed his shirt the revealed his toned muscular body.

Y/n know exactly that she was teasing Ethan that she cheekily bite her lip and leaned forward and seductively says “make me.” He crawls over and gently grabs her face and leans very close “you think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want.” Y/n brushed her lips over his. “Tell me how much you love me because think you said it first.”

Ethan sat up and grabbed y/n’s hips and laid her onto the bed and slowly kissed her neck and runs his hands up from her waist to softly squeeze her breasts.

Y/n moaned and arched her back and Ethan whispers deep into her ear “sssh babe you’re gonna have to be quiet don’t want lucifer and benji to know I’m fucking you rough.” Ethan continues to squeeze one of her breast whilst he takes the other one into his mouth “ahh fuck god Ethan quite being such a dam tease, I want you to show me just how much you love me.”

He looks up and removes his mouth and smirks “if you don’t like my teasing,then why are you moaning.”

Y/n grabbed and flipped Ethan over so he was laying on his back and she seductively licks his ear which makes Ethan groan loud. “You like,it that much mmh.” She begins to start rocking her hips against Ethan and can feel just how hard he is. He admires her and grunts out “you gonna help me with the zipper of my trousers.” Y/n makes quick work of removing his trousers and boxers and looked at Ethan “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

Ethan held onto y/n’s waist and helped her lower herself onto his dick which made y/n moan loudly and gasp.

“I know baby, I know. I’m right here just breathe and you’ll soon enjoy it, I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through.”

Y/n began to slowly bounce up and down on Ethan’s dick.

“Ethan ahh I don’t think I can stay quiet please, just give it to me I seriously need you.” Ethan softly kissed her and then held her closer as she was bouncing up and down on his dick. Thankful benji and lucifer went to do shopping not sure how long they’d be staying.

The whole house was filled with Ethan and y/n’s screams and the creaking and banging of the bed.

Ethan had changed positions so y/n was laying on her back

And Ethan was pounding into her and kept squeezing y/n’s breasts and dominating a kiss both of them using tongues.

Y/n pulled back from air “ahh Fuck Ethan I’m so close I have to cum please.”

Ethan felt his body go limp “ahh shit me too, ssh hey baby just look at me, baby, that’s it just one more thrust them we can catch our breaths” Ethan did one final thrust and they both screamed each other’s names as the came. Ethan slowly slipped out of Y/n and was breathing heavily and his whole body was sweating he turned his head and smiled at y/n

“So good for me, look at how much you came for me.”

Y/n snuggled into Ethan and kissed him. “Mmmh thanks for taking my mind off todays drama and my injury, but hate to say it hunt but benji’s gonna kill you once he found out you fucked me because if I recall he said if you hurt or make me upset he’s the only that gets to kill you.”

Ethan smirked “one I didn’t make you upset I made you scream and we both enjoyed going rough and you never moaned it hurt or I would have stopped.”

The door to the safe house opened Luther quickly shut to door and locked it then went to put a fire on benji was in the kitchen putting food away he then headed to see y/n’s door was locked he knocked. “Hey sis that’s us back how your chest got some painkillers, have you seen Ethan he’s not in his room.” Ethan was teasing nibbling y/n’s ear and she was stuttering and trying not to moan “u…ugh my chests fine Ethan put cream and a bandage then left.” He licked and nibbles on her ear and caressed one of her breast “ahh…oh mmh maybe…eeeh… check the baaa.bathroom or. Theee. Attic.. probably filing the mission informs into the boxes.” Benji frowned and was worried “sis and you sure you’re not In pain sounds like your struggle with pain. She glared at Ethan “no benj I’m fine I’ll be out in say 20 minutes.” He walked away still worrying about how his sister sounded.

Y/n glared at Ethan “you nearly got me fucking caught with my brother what the hell you nibbling and licking then caressing my breast you hunt are so dead now I believe we’ve got about 20 minutes so chop chop and be a good boy and let me fuck you until our 20 minutes are done.”

She pushes him back and forcefully pushes his dick inside her and rocked her hips faster and rougher before capturing Ethan lips with her’s so the moans would be drowned out and they both were meeting each other’s rhythm’s they moaned into each other’s mouths and she collapsed next to Ethan heavily breathing and sweating. Ethan turned to face y/n also heavily breathing and sweating brushes a strand of hair off her face. “Holy shit that was extremely better than our first go we should probably get up and show our faces for dinner.” Y/n grabs and puts her underwear back on and looks for her bra and was about to ask Ethan when she turned round to see he’s got it dangling on one finger “Ethan give me my bra now.” He playfully shock his head “mmmh no.” She sighs and gets out of bed bends down to grab her a t-shirt out of a suitcase showing off her breast “well then I guess I’ll have to go to dinner without a bra and no mister there will be no sneaky touching and don’t you dare undress me with your eyes.”

[eloquent-vowel]

I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

Click here for my masterlist of other fics and check in my bio for requests if anyone wishes to ask!

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

[mythiccheroacademia]

— what you fight about (pt.2)

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕚’𝕞 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪.  𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕪'𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 <𝟛 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕤/𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕥 ℙ𝕋𝕊𝔻, 𝕒𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕥 :/

Tamaki Amajiki:

you love everything about tamaki

all his faults and his strengths

but sometimes…it feels like you’re the only one keeping it together

and to always be the strong one is hard

It had been a difficult two weeks since your last mission.

Perhaps you were naïve to believe you wouldn’t experience a death any time soon. However, you had been bright and hopeful. The hero you worked as a sidekick for rarely got involved in super-high level threats. You dealt with misdemeanors and a few moderate-sized threats.

Maybe you were being stupid. Nevertheless, the tragedy hit you hard. Both physically and mentally.

You were out until you could safely use your quirk again. In the meantime, your fiancé had done all he could to take care of you. But he was worried.

Tamaki couldn’t help but panic. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you better. Honestly, he wanted you back to normal. He just didn’t know how to do it. You were always the strength of the relationship.

He felt so pathetic over his inability to help, spending hours on the phone with Mirio and Neijre crying over the issue. Afterwards, he’d crawl into bed, cheeks wet with tears, and despite your sadness, you’d wrap your arms around him.

You’d comfort him like you always do and it’d make him feel even worse.

You knew he was trying his best and appreciated that. Though, there was a point to which it all got to be too much for you to handle.

Mirio and Neijre came over to help put up some Christmas decorations. You wanted to cancel. Today hadn’t been a good day. However, Amajiki began to worry over your mood again and so you held your thoughts to avoid his tears.

But it seemed like your tears were the ones you should’ve been worried about.

You sat down on a chair and held your head. The world was spinning, and your ears were ringing. Your eyes burned so badly you felt they’d melt out of your head.

“Bunny!?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I just need a minute.”

“What can I do?” Tamaki rushed to kneel beside you, fear shining in his glossy eyes.

You shook you head balling your fist near your lips to keep in a cry. “I’m fine, baby,” you sniffed, but that was a lie.

Your head was swimming, buzzing, and filled with nothing but noise. No matter how hard you tried to make it go away, you just couldn’t. You couldn’t deal with that or—

“I-I’ll take care of you. Just p-please tell me what to do!” he begged. You could feel his anxiety seeping into your body and it nearly sent you over the edge.

“Tama, please.”

“I can—I can do something. Anything. Anything you want. An-and—"

All you could think about was how you failed the mission, the girl, her parents, your team, your friends, the public, and—

“Amajiki.”

“B-bunny, I know I haven’t been a good fiancé l-lately, but I-I promise I’ll—"

“AMAJIKI!”

Tamaki jumped, eyes wide and body frozen as he took in the near panic in your eyes.

“I CAN’T—” your voice was shrill before you hiccupped, choking back a sob. You squeezed the air by your head, hoping to ground yourself to something that wasn’t there.

“I just can’t deal with you right now, okay? I-I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Your breaths left in puffs as you silently watched his mind work to process your words, and when it did, you saw his heart visibly break.

He grabbed his hand to cradle it into his chest like it was wounded. When he spoke, it was barely a whisper, not even a decibel above faint.

“N-no, it’s…I—I’ll give you some space.”

He tried to offer a brave smile, but it wobbled too much to do anything. The tears that ran down his cheeks seemed to suffocate him, and Tamaki couldn’t bite back his cry in time before he quickly left the room. Mirio worriedly gazed at you before running after his friend.

Your eyes remained transfixed on the space where your fiancé once stood. It wasn’t until moments later, when you felt Neijre’s comforting hands around your torso, that you doubled over and wept.

Togata Mirio:

he’s optimistic

too optimistic sometimes

you love the light he brings into your life

but it’s at the cost of him dismissing your feelings and worries

You checked the backseat when the car stopped at the red light to ensure your sleeping son was still there.  

“Two minutes and 20 seconds. That’s a new record babe,” Mirio chuckled.

“Very funny.” You threw an unimpressed glare at your husband before turning back into your seat. “But can you blame me? After the heart attack I had this morning, I wanna chain him to my chest and never let go.”

The blonde hero hummed thoughtfully. “That’s only slightly psychotic.”

“Mirio.”

“I’m kidding!”

You huffed and looked away. You were a bit annoyed over the nonchalance your husband seemed to have over what occurred today.

Your son had presented with a quirk and, to your horror, it was similar to Mirio’s—if not even more dangerous. When you came back to find your baby fading away before sinking into the ground, you screamed like murder.

Mirio had never phased into a room so quickly in his life.

After getting both you and your kid (mostly you) to calm down, you went straight to the hospital to make sure everything was still intact. They gave you some quirk inhibiting medication for your kid, a quick pep talk, and you were on your way back home.

The hectic morning made your son knock out as soon as he hit the car seat. You wanted to follow suit but were too paranoid to do so. In fact, you wanted to hold him—just in case. But Mirio insisted the medication would hold him until you got home. Then he cracked a joke about your kid turning into tumble weed and laughed like it was the funniest thing he ever said.

And he kept making jokes. Like this was funny.

Forget annoyed. It was pissing you off.

Mirio peeked a quick glance over your stiff figure. A small grin graced his lips, and he placed a comforting hand on your thigh.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I know you’re scared. I’ll chill with the jokes. Just promise not to blow a gasket on me, will ya?” he smiled.

You averted your eyes away from the moving tress to look at him well. “You could take this a little more seriously, you know?” you said.

“I assure you, I am 100% serious.”

He couldn’t even say that with a straight face. You rolled your eyes, groaning into your head tilt.

“Ooou you get on my nerves—”

“Sunshine, it’ll be fineee,” he happily assured. “It’ll just take some practice before [S/N] gets control of it.”

“[S/N] literally turns invisible before he permeates through surfaces. That’s so scary. I can’t do anything for him unless you're there and even then, that might not always work out. We need to figure something out.”

“His quirk is really not too far from mine. And you remember all the funny things that happened when I was a kid.”

You incredulously looked at him. “Yeah, all the funny near death experiences!”

“And I turned out fine!” Mirio laughed.

You wanted to rip your hair out. There was literally no getting through to him.

“Forget it. I don’t even know why I bother.” You scooted away from his hand, crossing your arms in frustration. “It’s not like you take my feelings seriously anyways.”

That last part was meant for your own ears, however Mirio heard them loud and clear. He turned into the neighborhood, brows subtly scrunching together.

“Now that’s not true. I care about that a lot actually.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Well that was not the answer he expected.

There were a couple minutes of uncomfortable silence before the car reached your garage and was turned off. You two looked forwards for a moment before someone spoke.

“I feel like we should talk about this,” Mirio slowly said, turning to watch for your reaction.

You gave him a glare that caused him to goofily purse his lips. You then got out of the car and went to go unstrap your son so you could hold him until the events of the morning faded from your mind.

As a last resort to make you smile, Mirio permeated his torso through his seat to give you the cheesiest grin.

“I love you, honey bunny~” he sung.

To which he earned a car door slammed in his face.

Dabi:

he’s selfish

you know it and he does too

yet you still stay around because you love him

but it seems like he couldn’t care less about whether or not you do

You impassively sat on the couch of your small apartment. Your hands were folded across your chest, teeth chattering against the raw skin underneath your nail bed. For a minute straight, your knee bounced in place before you stood up and took to pacing in order to release the energy bubbling in your chest.

It felt like hours before your apartment door opened.

Dabi threw his keys onto the closest surface and shrugged off his heavy jacket. You didn’t realize you’d moved before you took the jacket to hang on the wall.

“It’s cold as shit out there,” he shivered.

“Yeah, there’s supposed to be a blizzard sometime soon,” you replied, yet it sounded distant. However, Dabi didn’t seem to notice.

“Can’t wait,” he huffed. A mischievous glint grew in his eyes as he pulled you into his chest by your waist. Usually that would’ve made your thighs tense with anticipation. But all you could do was stand there like dead weight—and again, he didn’t notice. Did he ever? “But I guess it won’t be too bad if I have you to keep me warm, hm?” he smirked.

You stood stiff as he kissed your lips and tears burned your eyes as he moved to your neck, hands affectionately squeezing your hips. The bubbles in your chest rumbled and popped like angry bees when you realized he hadn’t noticed. He never noticed it. He never noticed anything about you. Just like he hadn’t noticed—

“Dabi, what day is it?”

His lips continued to pepper your skin with licks and nips, mindlessly working to find your sweet spot again. “Mmm…Thursday, sweetheart.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I am too.” Dabi looked up and met your stone cold face that looked angrier by the second. He quirked a brow. “What’s up with you?”

“It’s our one year anniversary, you asshole.”

You pushed him away, stomping towards your room. However, Dabi grabbed your arm, pulling you back into the conversation. But instead of hearing an apology, you received an inattentive eyeroll.

“Don’t be like that, doll-face. It’s really not that deep.”

“Excuse me?” you spat. “You said the same thing ever since our 6 month and I let it go, but now you wanna act like this isn’t a big deal? You know how much this means to me.”

“And you know that’s not my style. I don’t care about shit like that.”

“Well I do.” You moved out of his grasp and put distance between yourselves to help you think.

Dabi ran a hand through his hair, stress in his movements. “Are we really gonna do this right now, Y/N?”

“Yes! Because you don’t get it!”

Fed up with the argument already, Dabi threw his hands in the air, letting his frustration carry the words through his lips. It had been an awful day, his staples were aching from the weather, and this was making everything worse.  

“I already missed the damn thing, what do you want me to do!? You want me to say I’ll make up for it?”

“I want you to care, Dabi!” you desperately exclaimed. “I want you to care about me, about this relationship. Damn it, I want you to care about anything else besides what’s in my pants for once in your life—”

“Well that’s all I wanted until you started asking for more shit and I gave you that. What more do you want from me?” he sneered.

There was a silent pause between you two. You blankly stared at the man you’d come to love despite the hell he put you through. When you observed the honest irritation in his eyes, everything became clear. It was in that moment you realized it wasn’t that he never noticed. It was that he didn’t care. He never did.

That’s when you felt the deep ache of heartbreak nestle between your lungs.

“What more do I want from you,” you repeated, tasting the words. You numbly laughed and nodded your head, silently accepting his truth.

There were no tears, just bitter emptiness.

“Well, uh…you don’t have to worry about that anymore. You won’t be roped into another anniversary with me again.”

It was a moment too late when your soft whisper broke through the angry storm that clouded Dabi’s head. His face sunk with the exhaustion of a man well beyond his years.  

“Y/N, baby, can we just talk about this—"

“Leave the spare key on your way out.”

And before he could utter another word, you shut your bedroom door like it was never to be opened again.

[sunatooru]

I was wondering if I could send in an emergency request, I don't want to bother you so pls ignore it if you're busy

Tw/ arguments, panic attack

So I was having an argument with my friend and they said some hurtful things and mentioned how I was insecure even tho it had nothing to do with the argument??, and so I told them to leave me for a while to cool down

but they just kept following me around all day and it got really stressful because they wouldn't leave me alone until I finally broke down.

I started having a panic attack and crying and I kept telling them to leave me alone but they still didn't leave.

Also there wasn't anyone with us idk if that makes it better or worse

They were yelling at me and asking why I was crying and that just made it worse. I was yelling and shouting at them to leave me alone and to get out and that I didn't want them but they still stayed.

And then they started walking towards me and telling me I that just need a hug and that I'm just stressed out

I was in the corner of the room and I had nowhere to go so it started freaking me out because I was cornered and I didn't want to be hugged or touched my them. I don't usually yell and I had never yelled so loud before, and my friend knows I don't liked to be touched my them so I thought they would understand but they didn't

I started to get overwhelmed and panicked even more and I felt like I couldn't breathe

And then they hugged me and it felt really suffocating it was really hard to push them off me but I eventually did. They wouldn't leave the room until they had to go, and eventually I calmed down after they left (since they were the trigger)

It was a very overwhelming and scary experience

So I was wondering if you could go do mattsun, bokuto, iwaizumi, and maybe kuroo if you can, how they would react in such a scenario, and how they would get the person to leave, and how they would calm their s/o down.

Hii sweets, I'm sorry you went through all that. That friend sounds terrible, especially not leaving you alone and making you feel overwhelmed. And pls don't feel like you're bothering me haha I'm here for you and whoever needs comforting <3 I hope you're feeling much better and that these help in some way xx

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Warnings: gn!reader x mattsun, bokuto, iwaizumi and kuroo, arguing with a friend goes out of hand, reader breakdowns and feeling overwhelmed, crying, mentions of panic attack, hyperventilating,

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Matsukawa

* He generally doesn’t try to come between you and your friends if you fight as they never really get out of hand

* so when the the argument between you and your friend ends up more than a little bicker, he steps in

* He can hear you crying out to be left alone but your friend ignores you

* He marches towards you both, stepping in front of you as a shield

* If your friend tries to push past him, they can’t

* His body rigid as he looks down at them, his face unimpressed by their childishness

* “You’re quite brave acting like you’re not the one hurting them.” He raises his eyebrow

* Will continue to block you friend with a little ‘oops’ when they walk into him

* When he catches you scrunched up in the corner, he feels his heart drop

* He knows you don’t like being touched in this state so he grabs a glass of water and tissues for you

* He puts them in front of you and whispers that they’re gone now and it’s going to be okay

* “Everything they said was wrong. Don’t listen to them, okay? You’re wonderful, in so many ways, I can’t even describe. If they were really your friend they should’ve understood your behaviour. Drink some water and take some deep breaths for me.”

* He’ll wait until you’ve drank at least have the glass and then count your breaths

* He won’t try to force physical contact unless you indicate for some

* And when you do he gently dabs your face clean and caresses your check

* “My pretty baby.”

Bokuto

* He wasn’t with you when the fight started

* He only saw what was happening when he came to see you and heard you yell

* He instantly runs towards you, stopping in his tracks when he realises your friend is there too

* When you yell again he knows that you want them to leave

* He does his best to get your friend to leave, repeating that it’s what you want and that they should listen

* When he finally gets them to leave, he frowns at your shaking body

* He squats down in front of you, arms hugging his knees

* “Baby..” he whispers so softly

* “I made them go. It’s going to be okay now.” His voice is gentle, he looks over you and chews his lip

* “I promise. I’m here now and I’ll make you feel better.” He claims and inches his hand closer to yours on the floor

* He keeps it a few centimetres away and wait until you close the gap - an indication you’ve relaxed a little

* He’ll link his pinkie with yours until you’re ready for more

Iwaizumi

* Iwaizumi always protects his loved ones

* So when he sees your friend invading your space after you repeatedly tell them that you need space, it angers him

* He takes in your tense posture, red eyes and tear stain face

* He looks dead into your friend’s eyes after shooting out an arm to stop them from taking another step towards you for a hug

* “I think you’ve given them enough. Leave them alone.” You friend just stares at him and reluctantly leaves, but not without telling you they’ll call you

* He turns to you and hates the way you’re sobbing

* “Love…we don’t need to talk right now but take a seat for me, please.” He requests and points towards the bed

* He sits next to you, close enough to be there for you but always far enough that you’re not overwhelmed again

* “I don’t think you should be friends with them.” He rubs his face and looks at you

* “If they cared about you, they wouldn’t have said anything like that or make you feel worse. They don’t deserve you. You don’t need to say anything…but I’ll be here.” He assures you

* You both sit in silence besides each other, his shoulders relaxing when you start breathing regularly again

* He can’t fight the smile growing on his face when you lean over and rest your head on his shoulder

* He kisses your forehead, getting closer and letting you hold onto his as you like

* Definitely puts your favourite movie on and grabs some snacks if you don’t feel like moving, or doing anything

Kuroo

* He was meeting with you anyways so he came around yours a little earlier, a surprise wouldn’t hurt

* What he wasn’t expecting was to see your friend cornering you as you start hyperventilating on the floor

* He rushes in and shouts at your friend

* “What the fuck are you doing? Can’t you see what’s happening right now?” He scorns at you friend, glaring hard as he practically scolds them out of your place

* He curses when he turns back to see you, quickly falling on his knees and trying to grab your attention

* “Baby, breathe with me, okay? Follow me.” He holds eye contact with you and starts inhaling and then slowly exhaling

* He continues this until your erratic breathing subsides

* He then finds some tissues and gently dabs at the corner of your eyes

* “I’m here baby, I’m here.” He mumbles, sitting opposite you and giving you a small smile

* “I don’t know what happened but you didn’t deserve it. If your friend does that again…” he inhales deeply

* “Please call me if it does. No matter what, I’ll come for you.” He declares

* After a while, when he sees you slowly feeling better, he’ll suggest making dinner for you both

* A special candlelit dinner, some music in the back and a tight hug promising you that you did nothing wrong and that everything will get sorted out

[sunnysviolin]

Omotober Day Six

“Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'

'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”

― George R.R. Martin

The walk home had become much more fun since they had met Aubrey. Before they met her it was just him and Kel. That wasn’t to say Sunny hadn’t had fun on those walks. Kel was his best friend, and he never pressed Sunny out of his comfort zones. He did pretty much all of the talking between the two of them and only stopped periodically to check in with Sunny or get an encouraging nod. Sunny loved to listen to Kel’s ranting and wild made up stories, and he usually ended up drawing them once they got back home. But now that Aubrey was there too, it wasn’t just a walk. It was a performance.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

They continued back and forth, practically tripping over each other in their haste to respond. They had seemingly forgotten anything was around them but their ranting, facing one another as they walked and expertly avoiding obstacles with the practiced ease of those who were used to doing two things at once.

Aubrey had only joined their friend group a week or two ago, but she fit so seamlessly in with them it was hard to remember she hadn’t always been there. Kel had found a sparring partner in her, Mari finally had a little sister to spoil and do girly things with, and Hero could have made friends with a brick.

As for Sunny? Well he wasn’t too sure exactly what he thought of the girl, but he enjoyed having her around. He had never been a fan of loud noises or anger, but somehow with Aubrey it was different. She never stayed angry for long, and even when she was mad, she had never been scary.

“Did too times a million!” Aubrey declared, and Kel gave a disgusted growl, throwing his hands up in the air. She smiled smugly and stuck her tongue out at him, which only started their argument anew as Kel’s fire was rekindled by her slight.

Sunny smiled to himself as their back and forth sped up even more, and he continued to walk innocently at their side. As long as he didn’t call any attention to himself, they wouldn’t remember to drag him into it and try to get him to pick a side. Sunny couldn’t exactly remember what started their argument, or why they were still going at it after being at each other's throats since they had all gotten on the bus, but their shouting was funny.

An unexpected bark broke through his happy haze, and Sunny froze. His good mood evaporated and in its place was cold fear, dripping down his back and gluing his feet to the sidewalk. Hector bounded closer, tongue waving in the wind as he ran towards them. Kel cut off his argument with Aubrey and called for his brother. He intercepted the dog as it got to him, holding his collar fast and keeping him back from Sunny.

Aubrey gasped and clasped her hands together, squealing at the arrival of the furry terror. She skipped over, elated by the new arrival.

“Oh my gosh, who is this?” She asked, holding out her hand towards him. Hector was distracted from his mission to squirm out of Kel’s grasp and sniffed her hand with a laser focus. Once he had determined she was friend and not foe, Hector refocused his efforts to escape.

“This is Hector. He’s my dog,” Kel said, his words punctuated by pauses as Hector jerked them back and forth trying to get his freedom. Hector was only a dog, but Kel was also only a nine year old boy, and trying to hold onto an energetic ball of fur was quite the exercise.

Sunny tried to remember the steps Mari had given him for when he felt like this. Calm down.. Focus. No, he had to focus first, right? He couldn’t remember, and if he couldn’t remember the order, then it wouldn’t work. Sunny shut his eyes tight, letting black starbursts try to distract him from the pain in his chest. It didn’t work, then he was just scared he wouldn’t see if the dog came near him. He opened his eyes again. Kel was watching him with a worried look, and shame colored Sunny’s cheeks. It was bad enough to have such an overreaction to something completely normal, but Kel’s eyes on him somehow made it even worse.

“So cute!” Aubrey shrieked, not noticing what was going on between the boys. She squatted down and let Hector lick at her face, giggling in joy and scratching behind the dog’s ears. She took his face in her hands, speaking to him in a sweet baby voice, “You’re just a little lovebug, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kel said, trailing off. He was clearly distracted by trying to manage everything around him, “Where is Hero?”

Said boy was hurrying up the street, an electric blue leash in his grasp. He was panting from exertion, the same way he always did when what they were doing required any exercise, and Sunny vaguely wondered if Hero had his inhaler with him. It was just running up the street, it shouldn’t trigger an asthma attack, but Sunny also knew that stress sometimes made them worse and could make just breathlessness pull into a full attack. On top of the fear and on top of the shame, now he also had to deal with guilt wrapping around his shoulders for causing Hero to have to run out and help him.

“I’m so sorry guys, Mari and I left the door open to get a breeze and I wasn’t paying attention to where he was,” Hero explained as he clipped the leash to Hector’s collar and pulled him into a heel. Hector walked in circles around Hero and tugged to try and get closer to the group of kids. The second Hero had him, Kel was back by Sunny’s side, blocking him and Hector with his body and quietly checking over his best friend. From around Kel Sunny spotted Mari walking over at a much slower pace, and the steel in his spine began to melt. Mari meant safety.

“Why are you sorry?” Aubrey asked, cocking her head to one side and looking around. She finally saw Sunny hiding behind Kel and she seemed even more confused.

Mari arrived with a gentle smile, walking around Kel and hugging Sunny close without words. He wrapped his arms around her automatically, breathing out a sigh and letting the tension fall out of his shoulders and onto the ground. He had felt better when Hero had intervened, but Mari was the one that made him feel safe again. If she was here, nothing bad would happen.

“Calm down. Focus,” She whispered, and the order clicked into place in Sunny’s mind. Once he knew that, he took an experimental breath. It was easier. He could do it.

“Sunny’s afraid of dogs,” Kel explained as the sibling had their moment, “We always keep Hector in our parents room when he’s around,”

“I completely lost track of time,” Hero said apologetically, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. Now that Sunny was taken care of, Kel knelt down by Hector and shushed the still whining dog, scratching underneath his chin the way he liked. Hector’s leg began to shake erratically and he held his head high to give Kel better access.

“It was an accident,” Mari replied, keeping Sunny close to her. When she worried she liked to have him right beside her, and he never minded. Beside her was the best place for him.

Aubrey hummed to herself, clearly taking in all of the information. She pulled her mouth into a thoughtful frown surveying the scene around her. The young girl walked away from where the brothers were and over to Sunny and Mari. She stood in front of him with her hands behind her back rocking back and forth on her heels.

“He’s a nice dog,” Aubrey stated, shooting Sunny an encouraging smile. She kept her voice sweet and light, the way she always talked to him. He bit the inside of his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with the girl. The shame sitting in his belly got worse.

He knew that Hector was a nice dog. Hector was the only dog that Sunny could even get relatively close to, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a dog. He was loud, and he jumped, and he licked, and the energy was just...too much. Sunny didn’t even have a good reason for being afraid of dogs, he just was. He had always been, and he always would be. It was frustrating. It was humiliating.

“It’s okay, Sunny,” Mari soothed, as if she knew what route Sunny’s mind was bringing him down. She patted his shoulder and turned to Aubrey, “It’s just something that he’s uncomfortable with, it’s not something that has to change.”

Aubrey loved Mari. She liked all of them, but Sunny knew that it was more with Mari. Aubrey looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars, and her word was law. They had only known Aubrey for a short time, but he already knew that she would never disagree with his sister.

That’s what made her next words so shocking.

“My mom says that fears should always be confronted. You can never bring light into the dark unless you open the door.” Aubrey stated, the words clearly rehearsed from hearing them over and over. She ended by holding out her hand towards Sunny, her smile never wavering.

“Aubrey...” Mari started with a sigh, her voice kind but delicately firm. Sunny knew what would come next from that tone.

Mari would gently put Aubrey down from the idea and bring Sunny back to the shelter of their house before anything else could happen. She would wrap him in blankets and hot chocolate and love and he would never have to confront what scared him so badly. It was the option he knew, the one that he should take. It made sense and it was safe, responsible even. It would be foolish to break out of what he knew and go beyond into the unknown.

But Aubrey was still holding her hand out. She still believed in him.

Sunny took her hand before Mari could finish her thought, letting himself be pulled out of his sister’s arms. Aubrey hummed a happy tune as she walked them away from Mari and back towards the boys. They were staring at Aubrey in silenced shock, Kel managing to keep a tight grip on Hector’s collar in spite of being clearly lost for words.

Aubrey, unphased and unafraid, changed her grip on Sunny’s hand and turned it so the back of his hand was facing Hector.

“So what you do is let him smell you. That way he knows you’re a friend, and you know that he’s okay with you being close to him.” Kel and Hero had taught this to him over a dozen times, but trying now wasn’t quite so stressful.

It had to be the way Aubrey held no fear or concern. Every time he had tried this before, his sister and friends had reassured him they were holding Hector tightly and that should anything go wrong, they would be here. The possibility of going wrong was what scared Sunny so badly, but that possibility wasn’t present now.

Hot puffs of air hit the back of Sunny’s hand as Hector eagerly sniffed the offered appendage. Kel still had his arms looped around Hector’s neck and Hero was holding the leash, and nothing had gone wrong yet. A pink tongue darted out and licked at his fingers, and Sunny pulled away. It wasn’t the normal jerky motion that was usually accompanied by a sudden breathless panic, he just didn’t like that feeling. Aubrey giggled and reached her own hand out to pat Hector on the top of his head.

“If you pet him, he won’t be able to lick at you,” She commented, and Kel took the silent direction to turn Hector close to him so Sunny could reach his body, “He’s really soft!”

She was right, Hector was soft. His fur was thick and glossy, clearly cared for and brushed thoroughly to keep it this nice. Sunny had seen Kel brushing Hector in the backyard plenty of times before, but now he could see the appeal of putting in all that work. Experimentally he scratched his fingernails against the dog’s body and he was rewarded by Hector giving a full body shake, turning so Sunny could get to his other side.

This was nice, unexpected, but nice. Mari was coming over now, putting a hand on Aubrey’s shoulder and beaming. Sunny turned around to look at the two of them and awarded the girl’s with one of his rare smiles, both of them lighting up at the unexpected happiness on Sunny’s face. Aubrey let go of his hand and turned all of her attention onto Hector, distracting the pooch with her baby talk.

“Are you fwiends now wiv Sunny? Yes you are, yes you are you sweet little baby,”

Sunny pulled his hand back, but he didn’t retreat. He was focused on watching Aubrey. Strong, confidant, idealistic Aubrey. Sunny finally figured out what he thought of her.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you have a crush on college student renjun so you make use of your best lamest flirting attempts and surprisingly they work?!

pairing: renjun x gn!reader

genre: college!au, romance, pure fluff

warnings: very lame jokes, mentions of a cruel prank in the past (someone asking out renjun as a joke, pls never do that to people!), lots of awkwardness & sweetness, a bit of swearing, reader has an obsession with renjun’s pretty hands

word count: 4.7k

It had been a while since you had a crush so strong you even had a hard time focusing in class. Usually, you were a very good student, diligently taking notes and participating when the professor asked questions. But that was until you saw Renjun for the first time. 

It was like something possessed you and suddenly you couldn't think about anything else but his pretty, gentle face, his angelic voice and his lovely hands always drawing something in his notebook. It certainly didn't help much that you were seated right next to him during your shared lectures. It most certainly didn't help that you forgot all your vocabulary when you were in his immediate vicinity. Usually, your teachers and friends described you as well-spoken and eloquent, always knowing the right thing to say. 

But that was, of course, until Renjun. All words disappeared from your poor brain whenever he was around. And it's not like you didn't want to talk to him, get to know him better. But you physically couldn't bring yourself to form a coherent sentence. You kept telling yourself it was just a silly crush and it would pass in time. But the more time passed, the stronger you felt the need to do something about your feelings. Naturally, you couldn't speak, but there was still something you could do. Something you probably did best. Write.

So one day, after what felt like an eternity of yearning, you finally gathered the courage to act on your emotions. Taking a small sheet of paper out of your notebook, you wrote a little something. It was probably super lame but apparently, even your writing skills were affected by your crush on him. As soon as your "masterpiece" was done, you slid it towards Renjun before you could chicken out and change your mind about this whole thing. The note had the following text:

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your drawings are almost As pretty as you. P.S. Key word: almost ;)

The second he spotted the little note which was folded in a hurry, he opened it curiously. Once he read its insides, you could hear him snort under his breath. Was it that bad? You couldn't help but worry. Then, he took his own pen and started writing something under it. That was a good sign, right? You were feeling hopeful. Once he was done, he slid the paper towards you. You opened it in a rush. His response was:

Hey! Are you bullying my art?!?

You looked at him in confusion. How could he have possibly misunderstood? However, he was too focused on multitasking (drawing most of the time and occasionally taking notes based on the lecture) to spot your reaction. You decided you had no choice but to be as explicit as possible and wrote another note:

Nooo, I meant to compliment both you and your art, sorry if it came off wrong and lame :(

When he received it, you could swear you saw him smiling a little, which made your heart melt. How was he so beautiful? Soon enough, his reply came:

That's alright, I'm just teasing...Also, it worked.

You couldn't believe it. It worked? You'd successfully grabbed his attention by using this first-grade flirting method in college? You were suddenly feeling brave and kept writing. It was too late to turn back time.

I just think you're really pretty and cool especially when you draw but I was too hesitant to talk to you directly...

When he read your most recent note, he even gave you a look of disbelief, which you couldn't interpret until you saw his response:

Cool? Wow, that's a first...And it's ok, I don't bite.

You chuckled quietly and suddenly noticed that class was ending soon. You couldn't wait until tomorrow so you hurriedly wrote the content of your next note:

What do I have to do to get your number?

Renjun shook his head in amusement and this time, his reply came quicker than before:

*number enclosed* Here, that wasn't so hard, was it?

You could hear the lecturer saying his words of conclusion and you hurried to respond via another note, because you couldn't trust your voice to actually speak to Renjun. Not yet, at least. So, you wrote:

Thank you!!! Here is mine: *number enclosed*

And just as he received your final note, the students around you started gathering their things. You simply looked at Renjun and you still couldn't believe he'd actually replied to your silly flirting and even gave you his number! You waved him goodbye like a lovesick fool and practically ran outside of the lecture hall. Stage fright whomst? Try having a crush on the prettiest boy in the world.

After you went back home, you debated calling Renjun. Eventually, you talked yourself out of it. What if you said something stupid and embarrassing? With texting, you could at least have more time to think things through before sending them. Actually speaking to him seemed too terrifying a task to accomplish. So, you texted him excitedly and your heart did a back-flip when he replied. Was it strange that you already missed him, even though it had only been a couple of hours since you last saw him? Naturally, you couldn't tell him that, it would probably freak him out. So, you settled for texting (for the time being).

Renjun: Why did you run away after class?

You: I was too nervous to speak to you, I'm sorry!!!

Renjun: That's strange, I see you talking to your friends all the time...Am I so scary?!?

You: Nooo, you're not scary, I'm just being an idiot 😔

Renjun: Top of the class does not equal idiot but I'll let it slide this time

You: Thank you for your generosity!

Renjun: What are you up to?

You: Probably gonna work on that assignment for next week

You: Sorry, I'm so boring 😔

Renjun: First of all, you don't have to apologize so much, you did nothing wrong

Renjun: Second of all, saaame. We can brainstorm together if you want?

You: Sorry, I'll stop. Oops, I did it again. Pretend you didn't see it.

You: Also omg, yes pls, that would be great!

And that is how your friendship with Renjun started. Texting on your phones and exchanging notes during class lasted a week until you finally decided to ask him out. Again, via text, because you were feeling too shy to speak to him. The only other contact you'd had was waving at each other. And it's not like he spoke to you, either. There were two explanations for that: 1) he chose to respect your decision or 2) he was possibly just as shy as you were. Whatever the reason, you thought this could not go on forever so you managed to find the bravery to propose a date.

You: Do you wanna go out with me? 👉🥺👈 

Renjun: Sure, where do you wanna go?

You: Oh, wow, I didn't think I'd get this far lol

You: Where do YOU wanna go?

Renjun: Hmm, there's this new art gallery I've been meaning to visit...if that's okay with you

You: Anything is good with me as long as I get to see your pretty face

Renjun: What

You: I said you're pretty

Renjun: Shut up, oh my God...

You: Do you want me to stop?

Renjun: Say that again

You: You're pretty

Renjun: 😳😳😳

Renjun: I can't wait to see you again

You: Same here

Once you got to the front of the art gallery, it struck you how strange it was that you would speak to Renjun for the first time ever. You mentally braced yourself as you awaited his arrival anxiously. Your nails were digging into the inside of your hands and you were terrified you'd pierce holes through your own skin. You told yourself this was silly, you had no reason to be so nervous. Renjun was a total sweetheart and he obviously liked talking...well, writing to you. You needn't worry that much, you kept repeating in your mind. You were too busy hyping yourself up to notice him approaching behind you. Too busy to be prepared for what came next.

"Hiii," Renjun greeted you with a surprise back hug.

"Oh dear," you jumped in shock as you turned around.

"Did I scare you, angel?"

Shit. Already with the pet names? How were you supposed to survive?

"No, it's fine," you waved him off, trying to play it cool. "Isn't it weird this is the first time we're actually speaking to each other?"

"Um...kinda," Renjun scratched the back of his head. "But I like it, it's what makes this so special."

"Wow, you sure do have a way with words," you chuckled.

"Shall we go inside?" he suggested.

"Yes, please."

As you looked around the art gallery, you kept pointing excitedly at the paintings, while Renjun was quietly evaluating them and telling you interesting stories about the artists. You couldn't help but be amazed by how attractive he was as he exhibited his knowledge. And of course, you couldn't help but wonder at how he was so much more beautiful than all the art you've ever seen. Naturally, you wouldn't tell him that. First of all, because it was too lame to speak aloud. Second of all, because your voice would undoubtedly betray you and crack or something even more embarrassing. As time passed, you were surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, despite your previous concerns. Renjun was very polite and soft-mannered and he made you feel comfortable, while the two of you looked at the paintings and discussed them. Once you'd seen everything, you were starting to feel a bit bummed out that your lovely date was coming to an end. When you were outside the art gallery, you impulsively asked:

"Can I walk you home?"

"I mean...sure. On one condition."

"Anything."

"I get to walk you home next time."

"There'll be a next time?" you whispered hopefully.

"I hope I don't sound presumptuous if I share my observation we both had a wonderful time."

"That's perfectly alright. Your observation is correct," you admitted.

"I live just around the corner, though. You really don't have to-"

"But I want to."

"So do I," Renjun said and the two of you began walking towards his home.

"I was wondering about something...You already know I didn't speak to you because I was feeling shy, but why didn't you? I have two theories, but I'm curious which one is more on point."

"Do tell and I'll try my best to enlighten you," he joked.

"Okay, so theory number one is you were being respectful of my wish not to talk yet. Theory number two is that you're just as shy as I am."

Renjun laughed and you could swear this was the sweetest sound in the entire universe.

"Am I so transparent? Honestly, it's a little bit of both. But there's another part you didn't guess. But it's too embarrassing."

"Come on, tell meee! It can't be more embarrassing than my lame attempts to flirt with you."

Renjun smiled gently.

"Well, to be honest, I couldn't believe you thought I was cool and pretty...I even feared this was some sort of prank. It wouldn't be the first time someone decided to mess with me like that."

"Renjun, are you serious? I don't understand why anyone would...Scratch that, whoever messed with you didn't deserve even a fraction of your attention. I meant every word I said. I really like you...and your paintings. And I'm sorry I couldn't say it aloud earlier. You genuinely deserve to hear nice things more."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," he blinked cutely. "But enough about me. I never told you...how beautiful you are. How kind and smart."

"I know," you waved him off teasingly. "But coming from you, this means a lot."

Renjun shook his head, amused by your words.

"We should go somewhere you like next time. Maybe a bookshop?" he suggested.

"Am I so transparent?" you repeated his words. "But sure, yeah. That sounds nice."

"Well, this is me," he said, pointing towards his home.

"Already? Aw, time sure flies by when you're having fun."

"I'll see you tomorrow in class, right?"

"Of course," you promised and before you could talk yourself out of it, gave him a quick but heartfelt hug. "Bye, Renjun."

"Bye, angel."

After your first date with Renjun, things were going quite smoothly. You finally got over your nervousness when it came to talking to him and the two of you would occasionally whisper things to each other during class. The first time he held your hand under the desk your cheeks filled with colour. Despite your embarrassment, you held his hand right back and granted him with a grateful smile. After that, holding hands in class (whenever you weren't busy taking notes) became like second nature to you two. It just felt so sweet and comfortable to be close to him. You couldn't wait till the next weekend for your second date. Even though you were just going to a bookshop and had nothing that special planned out, you enjoyed being around him so much that you were more than excited for spending time with him one-on-one. No professors or other students to distract you.

When the day finally arrived, you were surprised to find out your anxious self had made a comeback. Even though you were around him everyday and had grown accustomed to holding a conversation, it had been an entire week since your first date when it was just the two of you and you couldn't help but get cold feet as you were waiting in front of the bookshop. This time Renjun didn't surprise you from behind, you could see him approaching from a distance. Mentally bracing yourself for his inevitable arrival, you knew you'd be an awkward mess no matter how hard you tried.

"Hey, angel," he greeted you with the usual hug.

"It's nice to see you again, Renjun," you replied dumbly, briefly melting into his arms.

"You saw me yesterday, remember?" he teased you.

"Um, yeah, but still," you chuckled.

"Is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself," Renjun immediately noticed the change in your behaviour.

"Why wouldn't it be? Everything's peachy," you lied, but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Be honest with me, please," Renjun asked. You suddenly remembered what he'd confided in you during your first date. It was no wonder he had a hard time trusting you after someone in his past had had the nerve to pull such a cruel prank on a soul as sweet as his. You felt guilty for lying rightaway and began explaining yourself.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I don't want to fuck anything up. Like I just did by lying and swearing. Fuck. I did it again, didn't I? I'll shut up now," you were rambling anxiously.

"Relax, Y/N, I totally get it. I was just worried maybe you didn't want to be here...with me."

"What? Nonsense. There's nowhere else I'd rather be. No one else I'd rather be with."

"Well, the feeling's mutual so there's no need for concern. Let's look at those books, yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds good, Renjun."

As the two of you went inside and started exploring the hundreds of shelves together, you felt yourself relaxing a little. Being surrounded by so many familiar titles, so many gorgeous covers was comforting. And as you kept showing Renjun some of your favourite books and telling him about your most beloved characters, he realized you were back to your usual self in no time. Attentively listening and occasionally sharing his opinions on certain authors, you didn't notice how quickly time passed by and how much you had enjoyed yourself and each other's company. Once you had looked through the bookshop in its entirety, you felt like it was too early to put an end to your date, but you didn't want to come off as too clingy or something. So, you simply looked at Renjun, expecting him to say what he wanted to do next.

"I promised you I'll walk you home this time, didn't I?" he smoothly said.

"I believe you did," you giggled. It was so sweet of him to remember such a detail.

"I'm a man of my word so lead the way," Renjun replied, offering you his arm.

"It will be my pleasure," you eagerly took his arm and the two of you began walking. You were deliberately moving at a slow place, simply because you didn't want this to end and felt like prolonging the time around him.

"Your hands are so pretty," you blurted out at one point.

"You like my hands, huh?" Renjun smirked.

"Did I say that out loud?" you were undoubtedly blushing really hard.

"I'm afraid so."

You felt completely mortified as you covered your face with your own hands.

"Hey, hey, it's fine. You can tell me anything. Chances are I'll take it as a compliment."

"Really?" you sneaked a peak. "You don't think I'm weird?"

"Maybe a little bit, but it's one of the things I like about you."

"One?" you blinked curiously.

"You're really fun to be around and you've been nothing but sweet to me. And of course, you're stunning, but that goes without saying."

"Without saying? I don't mind hearing it, though."

"I'll have that in mind," Renjun smiled gently.

"Renjun?"

"Yes?"

"Can you hold my hand?" you almost begged.

"I don't know, can I?" he tormented you with a joke.

"Will you hold my hand?" you corrected yourself.

"All you had to do was ask," Renjun acquiesced and intertwined your fingers.

Walking hand in hand, you eventually reached your place. As you two stared at one another, you refusing to go inside, him refusing to go, both of you refusing to let go of the other's hand, you thought to yourself how badly you wanted to kiss him. You had no idea if it was too early for that but you knew that the longer you tried to postpone it, the more you'd crave him. And you were an impatient person. So you quickly kissed him without thinking much. It was a bit awkward and rushed but at least, you had finally done as you wanted. Renjun looked taken aback and blinked at you a couple of times.

"I'm sorry," you apologized again. "I just..."

He silenced you softly with another kiss, this time more slowly and putting your mind and heart at ease. You lost yourself in the feeling of his plush lips against yours, finally letting go of his hand so that you could wrap yours around his neck. Hesitant at first but growing bolder by the second, you could sense Renjun's tongue testing the waters. You slightly parted your lips, letting him in. As the kiss intensified, you could feel him becoming more eager to touch you, his arms wrapped around your lower back. When you were seconds away from losing your breath, you finally broke the kiss. Opening your eyes to look at him, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He'd kissed you back.

"I thought I told you to stop apologizing so much. Especially, when you haven't done anything wrong," Renjun scolded you politely.

You opened your mouth to argue, but when you realized your immediate response would have been another 'I'm sorry', you closed it. A second later, you came up with a different reply.

"I guess you'll have to discipline me, then," you huffed in a challenge.

"Dumbass," Renjun flicked your forehead.

"Hey!" you complained with a pout. "That hurts."

"What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?" Renjun gave an unamused look.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," you mumbled, not expecting him to actually...kiss your forehead. But he did. And damn your knees for threatening to give out.

"Feel better yet?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"Get inside already," Renjun tickled your sides, nudging you in the direction of your door.

"You want to get rid of me so badly?"

"No, but we can stand here forever if you don't," he rolled his eyes.

"Do you want me to invite you in?"

"Don't tempt me and go," he was impossible to sway.

"Okay, okay," you relented. "See you tomorrow, Renjun!"

For your third date Renjun suggested something different. While your first and second date had all taken place in public locations, this time he offered going to his place. And maybe the shock on your face was too obvious, because Renjun was quick to keep talking and almost take it back.

"We don't have to if you don't want to! We can just watch something at the cinema or whatever. Forget I mentioned it if you're uncomfortable."

You quickly shook your head.

"No, no, I do want to come over! I was just...not expecting it."

"Yeah? You sure?"

"A hundred per cent," you nodded excitedly.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I'm at two hundred per cent," Renjun teased.

"It's not a competition," you reminded him.

"It's not if I'm winning," he kept playing around.

You rolled your eyes.

"So what are we watching?" you asked.

"You can't go wrong with Harry Potter, am I right?"

"You are so right," you squealed. "Which house are you in?"

"Don't get me started. Sometimes I get Ravenclaw, sometimes Slytherin, it's a mess."

"That's pretty cool, though," you were practically staring at him with heart eyes at this point.

"You're a Hufflepuff, aren't you?"

"Am I so transparent?" you complained, this line becoming something of a running gag between the two of you.

"Cute," he mumbled under his breath and you blushed, not managing to maintain eye contact.

When the time arrived for you to go to Renjun's place, you were more excited rather than nervous. He was so easy to talk to and you were genuinely making so many wonderful memories that you had made it your mission to not waste any second worrying needlessly.

"I have arrived," you announced the obvious as you stood at his door.

"I can see that," Renjun chuckled. "Come on in."

"I wasn't sure if I should bring something so I bought some pizza on the way. It's still hot, so I hope you're hungry," you said as you followed him inside like a puppy.

"Oh, that's very thoughtful. And I always have enough space left for pizza."

You grinned and the minute you put the box on the table and your arms were free, you wrapped them around Renjun in a hug.

"You're so warm," you murmured against his skin.

He kissed the top of your head swiftly. Soon after, the two of you were too busy re-watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, eating pizza and holding hands to talk much. Once the movie was over, you realized how badly you didn't want to go home and how cozy leaning your head on Renjun's shoulder felt. And how much you liked him and couldn't stop thinking about his hands, his smile and his overall existence.

"Do you want to go home already?" Renjun asked the dreaded question.

"I mean, not really, but I don't wanna impose myself on you," you whispered.

"Don't be so formal," Renjun replied. "Just stay a little longer."

"Yayyy!" you were quite overjoyed and kissed his cheek. "What do you want to do?"

"Hm, I don't know. I could give you a tour around the place."

"Sure, that sounds fun," you immediately agreed.

"Don't get your hopes up, it's just a regular college guy's apartment."

"I'm sure I'll be amazed by every little detail."

"Even my socks?"

"Especially your socks," you joked.

As he showed you around his apartment, you couldn't help but be amazed by how Renjun-like everything was. From the snug kitchen to his art supplies scattered around. Every corner made the atmosphere feel extremely homey. Until you saw something that you hadn't expected, something that hadn't come up in conversation before. A stunning grand piano. You looked at the instrument and then at Renjun and finally, back at the piano.

"Do you play?"

"No, I just keep things like that as an accessory," he responded sarcastically. "Of course, I play."

"Can you...no, wait," you stopped yourself before making a similar mistake to the one you made a while ago. "Will you play something for me?"

"Right now?"

"If it's not too much trouble," you gave him the very best pleading look you were capable of.

Renjun sighed reluctantly and sat down on the bench in front of the piano.

"Don't just stand there awkwardly, sit next to me," he urged you courteously. 

You followed his advice and took the free spot. However, nothing could have possibly prepared you for witnessing Renjun's skills up-close. Watching him play was like magic. You were simply in awe and couldn't help but stare at his pretty fingers hitting the keys in just the right ways. When he was finished performing the piece, you were too frozen to do anything. Couldn't even manage to clap, even though he deserved it so much. But you were too transfixed by his playing and those damn hands of his you couldn't possibly move.

"Earth to Y/N?" Renjun went as far as snapping his fingers right in front of your face.

"Huh?" you let out.

"Did I enchant you or what?"

"I think you did," you chuckled. "Just...wow. You're insanely good."

He looked away bashfully.

"Thanks. It just takes practice."

"Nah, I've heard people play before but what you have is different. So pure and genuine. Like a blessing. And I'm not just saying that because I think I'm falling in love with you. I really mean every word."

"Care to repeat that?"

"I really mean..." you started, still not registering what exactly you'd said. How far you'd gone. What you couldn't take back.

"Before that," Renjun reminded you gently. "You know. The part about falling in love with me."

"Shit. I was thinking out loud again, wasn't I?" you asked dumbly. "It's too early for that, I know. I'm really sorry. Let's just pretend I said nothing and forget about it, yeah?"

In your panic, you jumped up from the bench and were about to escape like a coward but Renjun grabbed your hand before you could take another step.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, too," he said.

"W-what?" you stammered.

"And I don't care about whether it's too early or not. And I'm not going to pretend I didn't hear it. So the question is...what are you going to do about that?"

"Me? What...am I supposed to do?"

"What you want to do," Renjun clarified.

"Um...I want to keep falling in love with you, Renjun. And holding your pretty hands. Spending time with you. Listening to your angelic voice. What I want...is for you to be my boyfriend."

"I thought I already was."

"You were?"

"We went on a couple of dates...we kissed...Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

"Oh, right," you chuckled. "Sorry."

"Say that word one more time, I dare you," Renjun slowly ran a finger down your lips.

"S-sorry?" you had to test his patience. Before you could argue, he kissed you fiercely, wrapping his palms around your cheeks. You were drowning beneath his touch, which was ridiculous, considering he was also setting your lips on fire. You figured if saying sorry too much was going to end up like this, you would be a fool not to take advantage of it.

"Pretty angel," Renjun whispered against your mouth. "My pretty angel."

You were practically melting and the only thing holding you together were Renjun's arms.

"For fear of sounding lame, I'm inclined to say your pretty angel's almost as pretty as you. Key word: almost," you giggled, recalling your earliest attempts at flirting with him.

"Lies," Renjun shook his head.

"Hey, it worked the first time!" you pouted.

"It only worked because you're the pretty one," Renjun ruffled your hair playfully.

"Oh my God, shut up," you covered your face to hide how red it was.

"Never."

The End

[captainsdolly]

Steve taking your virginity (hc)

Beware of the monster cock y’all and, to quote my bio, I may not be a good writer but I’m excellent at being a hoe

18+ only!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, Steve’s monster cock, daddy kink, size kink, a bit of blood (cuz he popped that cherry), a bit of fingering, dom Steve, innocent reader

Requested by @donutloverxo​

Not proof read, sorry for any fuck ups also the ‘read more’ thingy doesn’t work I’M SORRY 

Steve is a patient man and all he wants is for you to be happy and comfortable

Which is why he has been waiting with trying to get into your panties, what a gentleman

But then, one night, after he comes back from work he tells you he’s taking a weekend off and he wants to take you for a little trip

And now here you are in your bedroom, you glance towards Steve as he’s packing his bag and then you see it

A bottle of lube

Your cheeks heat up and he looks at you, his smile oddly innocent

“Are you okay, baby?”

“What’s that, daddy?”

He looks at the bottle and then back at you, chuckling quietly

“Something extra we might need this weekend”

Fast forward, you’re in a nice B&B, there’s a lake just outside your window, it’s so romantic

But you didn’t have the time to appreciate it because you’re laying on the bed with Steve hovering over you, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders

And you’re squirming because his hand is traveling a bit further than you’re used to

It slides below the waistband of your jeans and your heart stops when he unbuttons it

“Daddy wants to try something new today, baby girl. Something that is meant for big girls only. Can you be a big girl for daddy tonight?”

You playfully shake your head “no” and Steve laughs, kissing your nose, his hands sliding your jeans off of your legs

“No? You wanna be my little girl?” he smiles softly, taking off your shirt

It’s nothing new, he’s seen you in your underwear before, so you think nothing of it when he takes his shirt off too

You absentmindedly bite on your finger as Steve sits up on his hunches, and strokes himself through his pants

His eyes look different though, they’re dark and he looks like a hunter getting ready to pounce on its prey

He takes your hand in his and guides it to his hard on and you gasp, looking up at him with your big, innocent eyes

“Daddy wants to put it in you tonight. Is that okay, baby doll?”

You bite your lip, pretty fucking sure it won’t fit, but you nod

“That’s my brave girl”, he says as he takes his jeans off, he throws his boxer briefs on the ground and you nearly faint just at the sight of this monster cock, angry red, swollen and already leaking

He starts stroking it, grabbing the bottle of lube and explains that “your tight little virgin pussy is going to need a lot of it”

Next thing you know you’re naked and Steve traces his lips along you stomach, but he never gets to your pussy

He pulls back instead, looking into your eyes and he lets out a growl when he sees your cute pout and doe eyes

“Daddy’s finally going to fuck his pure little girl. Gonna take your innocence, baby”

His voice low as his fingers dance around your opening before he inserts one inside

He moans at how tight you are and you whimper, your arms wrap around his neck and he leans down to kiss you

It was supposed to be a small peck but he slides his tongue inside, loosing himself in the feeling of your wet hot cunt around his finger

So he slides another one and you squeal into his mouth

He doesn’t pull back though, his lips still touching yours as he looks at you with fire in his eyes

“Gotta open you up baby. You think you could take me without being prepared first? You’re too little for that”

He scissors his fingers inside you and your legs shake as he pumps in and out of you before pulling out completely

“Daddy... this is scary” you whisper as he moves between your legs

“Oh baby... Do you not want it? Do you want to stop? You can stop me whenever you want”, his voice soft as he goes from daddy dom to soft daddy dom Stevie in a matter of seconds, all it took for him was your weak, quiet voice

But you want it so that’s what you tell him

“I’m just scared it’s going to hurt, Daddy”

Steve hums, stroking your cheek lovingly, as he rolls his hips against yours

“It’ll only hurt for a minute. I’ll stop if you need me to”, and with that he reaches for the lube and applies it on his cock and on your pussy

He slides his cock between your pussy lips and his jaw twitches as he realizes how tiny your pussy is compared to his cock

This thought made his pre cum drip directly on your clit and you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist

He takes the base of his cock in his hand and you feel his tip at your entrance

Your legs shake a little and he kisses your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids as he slowly pushes his tip in

You don’t moan. You don’t gasp. You fucking scream and Steve’s fisting the sheets as he sees how your pussy opens for him

“Stevie, daddy...” you whine, your palms pushing against his shoulders but your legs wrapping around him even tighter so like??

“I know, I know, you’re okay baby, you’re doing so good”, his voice strained and he swallows thickly, not able to tear his eyes from the sight of you pussy practically being split in half

He wraps his arms around you to hold you closer and looks into your eyes as his cock slides in further

His heart breaks a little when he sees the tears in your eyes but you’re not stopping him so he keeps pushing

You feel your walls struggling to accommodate him, you literally feel like his cock is splitting you not even in half but in like four fucking pieces

Your nails dig into his back and he starts kissing you as he finally bottoms out, wiggling his hips a little to make sure it’s all in

You whine as he pulls away to look down and you whimper as he bares his teeth and growls

“Would you look at that, my tiny little baby can barely take it”

He takes your hand and places it on your tummy

You can feel his fucking cock in there and you can see the shape of it when you look down

And then he starts moving, slowly at first, still letting you adjust

You cling to him and he holds you close, but he’s holding back really fucking hard

His thrusts speed up just a little as he feels you relax around him

You’re not in pain anymore but you’re still struggling

And fuck it makes him leak right into your poor stretched cunt

He sits up with a low growl, one of his hands rests on your collar bone while the other grips your hip to keep you in place

His hips snap against you harder and faster and you can hear the bed banging against the wall

Your whines and whimpers turn into moans, Steve’s thumb moves to draw tight circles on your clit

You cry out, your hips would probably jerk but he’s holding you down

“You gonna cum, baby? Squeeze Daddy’s cock even tighter? Show me what that pretty pussy can do, baby”, he can barely speak between his thrusts as he leans back down again, his hips colliding with yours so hard the bed isn’t just moving, it’s fucking jumping

“Oh god, Daddy, I’m gonna cum”, your legs start to shake and your eyes roll back as your whole body starts spasming, wave after wave of orgasm hitting you so hard you think you’re gonna pass out

“Ah, fuck!” He bellows as he feels how tight you’re squeezing him and he wraps you in his arms completely, making sure you stay still as he nears his orgasm

Every thrust is accompanied by a growl and you just lay there limply, your body rocking with his movements and you can barely breath

“Gonna cum in that tight pussy. Make you mine. Tell me you’re mine”, he growls, and you feel him pulsating inside you

“I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you”, your voice weak, you sound fucked out and you barely even know what’s happening

Because you came so hard

Steve lets out a sound that straight up sounds like a fucking howl as his hips snap harshly against yours a couple more times

“Fucking coming!” he bellows, as his thick cum shoots right into you beaten pussy, his thighs tremble a little and he bites down on your shoulder

When he finally relaxes, he lets himself just lay on top of you, as you both catch your breaths

Finally he pulls away and looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips when you open your eyes and look up at him

“Hey”, he says quietly and you respond with a barely audible “hi”

“Are you okay, babygirl? How are you feeling?”, he whispers, slowly pulling out of you

He nearly pushes back in when he sees how swollen and puffy your poor little pussy is

You smile up at him, your eyes hooded and your hair a mess

“Now I really belong to Daddy”

“Yes, you do”, he chuckles, leaning down to kiss you lips softly

He then leaves the bedroom to bring a warm washcloth and as he cleans you up, he can’t help but gently stroke your hair at the same time

Because you’re passing out

And he doesn’t tell you about those couple drops of blood because he knows you’d freak the fuck out

So he lays besides you and wraps you in his arms, not sure if you’re already asleep or not

“I love you, babygirl. I love you so much”, he whispers, kissing the top of your head

“I love you too, Daddy”

You yawn and he coos at you because it’s so fucking cute

He kisses your cheeks and strokes your hair until you fall asleep

And then fucks you again in the morning

[themusicplayedherlife]

Missy’s Lesson Plan

Lesson #1 Listen to Her Worries

pairing: marcus moreno x f!teacher!reader characters: f!reader, marcus word count: 3.6k+ warnings: fluff, awkwardness, bonding, summary: dating is hard; dating after losing a significant other is even harder, but Missy is sure she has a foolproof plan that will help her dad and her teacher finally confess their feelings and get the happily ever after that they deserve! a/n: sorry for the wait! since so many people liked it i wanted to make sure everything about this chapter was decent to post, so ya’ll have @forevans​ to thank or else this would’ve been stuck in limbo for a long time lol--also, im about to dub reader and marcus the thank-you-couple lmfao--you’ll see why

There are three things you are absolutely sure about in your life.

1. Your name. 2. You love your family. And 3. Missy Moreno is your favorite student.

“Turns out she was just testing us!” She moves around your classroom, picking up scraps of paper and throwing them into the black, durable trash bag she’s hauling around with her, recounting her heroic tale of saving her dad and the other Heroics with her new super powered friends. “A transfer of power or something. Can you believe it?”

Yes and no.

Your heart had literally jumped out of your throat and blood turned cold when Missy was plucked from school during recess—“taken somewhere safer,” the principal had informed you after you stormed into her office wanting to know where your student was and why you weren’t informed.

School was released an hour after that, a way to prepare citizens for the inevitable destruction the Heroics tend to cause in the heavily, populated metropolitan areas, and after making sure every single one of your students had been picked up by a family member, you hurriedly headed home.

You had sat yourself down in front of the television with your mom, worried for Mr. Moreno and the rest of the Heroics (more so for Missy’s dad), feeling completely and utterly helpless.

It only got worse when agents suited in black and white showed up at your doorstep, demanding to know where Missy Moreno and the other super powered children were hiding.

“You lost them?” You had balked—your worry rising to new heights—first Mr. Moreno and now Missy? You didn’t know what to do other than demand how a bunch of agents could have lost a group of untrained children during an alien invasion!

None of them answered you, remaining stoic, and if it weren’t for your mom, you would’ve pounced and clawed the closest agent out of desperation.

The agents only left after turning your house upside down in their search for the children.

And then, after hours of waiting, the news showed the Heroics, Anita Moreno, and the children landing in front of the White House, safe and sound. You almost cried from relief in your mother’s arms.

So, no, you can’t believe it; but seeing her here, this special girl, that has somehow worked her way into your heart from the moment she walked into your life, safe and sound in your classroom, you do believe it.

But you can’t tell Missy all of that when she’s practically bouncing on the heels of her feet, beaming up at you every few seconds to watch your reactions to her story. Instead, you widen your eyes for good measure and your mouth hangs open. It’s a little exaggerated, but you really are impressed with Missy—very much worried, but impressed. “Woah! I’m so proud of you!”

Her grin is so bright and proud, it makes you chuckle under your breath, your shoulders finally relaxing at the rare, childlike mirth dancing in her eyes.

“Are you going to write about it for your report?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

Now that stops you from sorting through the craft supplies, eyebrow raising in surprise. “Maybe?”

“It’s stupid,” she murmurs, focusing a little too much on one area.

“Missy,” you start, patient, “why do you think it’s stupid?”

“It’s just—” she shuffles on her feet and then sighs heavily, looking up at you with dark eyes full of doubt—“what if no one believes me?”

It takes you no time to close the distance between you. You coax the bag out of her hands and set it down on the floor, motioning for her to sit at the desk she had just been pretending to clean. “Why do you think no one would believe you?”

“Because I don’t have super powers.” Her nose wrinkles, looking away from you and to the whiteboard.

“Missy…”

“I know, I know!” she exasperates, having heard this spiel from you many times before. “It doesn’t matter, it’s never mattered, I get it!” You stare at her incredulously, and she is quick to assure you, leaning forward on the edge of the chair. “I do, really! But I—it would be useful, you know?” She slumps back, finger rubbing at a spot on the table. “Proof, I guess.”

“Powers could always be useful,” you agree with a soft laugh. “But not always necessary.” She still doesn’t look at you, and you sigh softly, a small amused smile forming on your lips. “I know you know some of the most amazing, most brave people are the ones without powers.”

She looks up at you, head tilting and waiting for you to elaborate.

“You once told me that aside from your dad, your mom was your absolute favorite hero, remember that?”

She nods, a smile finally appearing on her cherubic face.

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Missy.” You crouch down to her level. “You not having powers doesn’t mean the rest of the class won’t believe you. They know you’re a leader, they look to you not just because you’re Marcus Moreno’s kid but because they believe in you.”

“I knew it was stupid,” she murmurs bashfully, tanned skin brightening as she huffs and folds her arms over her chest.

“Hey, no, none of that. Having doubts or being scared or even jealous is never stupid. It’s perfectly human,” you assure her, her brown eyes searching yours. “In fact, I sometimes feel that way too!”

“Really?” She drops her arms and her pout softens. “You?”

“Of course! Just because I’m an adult doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes doubt myself or feel a little insecure.”

“Like what?” she asks, dark eyes curious and wide.

“Oof, a lot!” Your eyes roll to the ceiling as you think. “I think… one of my biggest doubts and fears is not being a good enough teacher.”

“What?” She gasps, jumping in her seat and eyes narrowing with scary determination to get you to believe that: “You’re an amazing teacher!”

Warmth fills your chest at the sincerity in her voice and eyes. “See!” You cross your arms over your knees, but Missy takes your hand in hers, and you let her, squeezing her smaller hand in yours. “Sometimes, we don’t see ourselves in the same light as others do, and that’s okay. We just need a little reminder every once in a while.”

“Yeah,” she drawls, playing with one of your fingers, “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.” You nudge her nose gently with a hooked finger and she wrinkles her nose in response. “And this is my reminder for you today: I truly believe you’re capable of doing extraordinary things, Missy. Powers or no powers.”

She grins, nudging your nose just as you had. “And I truly believe you’re the most amazing teacher ever.”

Yeah. Missy Moreno is definitely your favorite student.

“I know.” You ruffle her hair and she grabs your wrist to push you away, laughing.

A loud thud by the entrance of the class brings you to your feet, spinning in place and firmly placing yourself in front of Missy and the sudden intruder—only to find a sheepish Marcus Moreno mid trip and hand raised sheepishly.

“I—ah—sorry, I was going to knock, but the door was opened—” he says, quickly crouching down to pick up the empty rack you set up for the kids to place their backpacks and lunch on. “Sorry.”

Missy lets out an exasperated, “Dad!” while your form relaxes (replaced by a new tension squeezing your chest).

Clearing his throat, he straightens up, raising a hand in greeting and an apology. “Sorry,” he murmurs again.

“It’s fine, Mr. Moreno.” You offer him a warm smile, ignoring the little butterflies in your tummy. Turning to Missy, you catch a very much exasperated eye roll that only makes you stifle your laughter behind your hand. “Come on, Missy, get your things.”

She eyes her dad for a moment longer before nodding and hurrying to her table shared with Karina at the front of the classroom, a table away from your desk.

“Thanks for letting Missy stay.” He scratches the back of his head, his other hand resting on his hip as he shifts his weight. “Paperwork took me longer than I would have liked.”

“A hero’s work is never done, huh?” you joke, keeping your voice light.

He cracks a charming smile, the one that always seems to melt your insides into a pile of goo. “Unfortunately.”

Your eyes move to Missy, who is slowly putting her things away, organizing them and reorganizing. Her head tilts slightly when the conversation between you and Marcus pauses, dark eyes trying to inconspicuously look over her shoulder to get a glimpse of you and her father. Her eyes catch yours and widen in surprise before she snaps her head forward, pretending to be busy but not hurrying her movements, either—much to your amusement. What is she doing?

Shaking your head and returning your gaze to Marcus, you’re met by brown eyes full of exasperated fondness, an apologetic smile on his handsome features.

“I heard about what happened,” he suddenly says. “About some of our agents raiding your home.”

“Oh!” You blink owlishly, embarrassment crawling under your skin—what else did he know? “You heard about that?”

“Read about it in the report, actually.” He tilts his head, scratching the stubble on his cheek, and you press your lips together to keep from questioning what else he read in case they didn’t add the part about you losing your cool. “I have agents on their way to help clean up any mess they might’ve made and to replace anything they might’ve broken.”

This man is truly a god sent, isn’t he? “Mr. Moreno, I appreciate it, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he assures you, firm and kind. “It’s our fault you got caught in the cross hairs.” His eyes fall away from yours, and again, he shifts his weight on his feet as he pushes his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose.

You wait for a moment, but when he doesn’t look back up at you, you let out a little defeated sigh, disappointed that the conversation is over. Not that you want to keep talking about agents ruining your home, but you like listening to Mr. Moreno speak. He has the softest, most reassuring voice that makes you feel safe in his presence; like he trusts you.

“Well, again, thank you,” you start as you make your way over to the plastic bin full of craft supplies on your desk and are about to take them to the closet you store them in when warm fingers brush against yours, taking the box from your hands. “Oh!”

“Let me help you with that,” he says, soft and rich, warm eyes full of kindness staring into yours.

“Thank you,” you murmur—and he’s close, not like when he was sitting across from you as you introduced yourself to him and showed him the first progress report of the year, but close enough that you can see the glints of black and umber in his eyes, tips of his shoes barely touching yours, and a small box keeping your chests from brushing against each other.

“It’s no trouble. Least I could do.” He flashes another smile, and again, your heart melts and you have to physically keep yourself from biting your lips by swiping your twitching fingers over your mouth, eyes darting away from him.

Clearing your throat, you say, “Let me show you where I need them.”

He nods and follows after you, keeping a fair distance even after you point at the empty space the bin was in earlier that day.

“Thank you,” you say—again! all you do is thank the man!—as he puts away the bin and closes the closet doors for you.

“Of course.”

“Okay, I’m finally ready!” Missy announces, a little too loud for it to not to be intentional.

“We should start heading out, then.” His hand settles on Missy’s head, steering her towards the door. “Again, thank you for letting Missy stay—really saved me.”

“It was no trouble at all.” You wave him away, following after them to walk them out.

“That was painful to watch,” you swear you hear her whisper to her dad, and he shushes her.

Did you imagine it?

“Ah, actually, Mr. Moreno, may I speak to you for a moment?”

“Of course!” He pats Missy’s shoulder. “Go on ahead, I’ll meet you down the hall.”

She narrows her eyes at him, as if trying to communicate something to him before nodding and walking off. “See you Monday, teach!”

“Bye, Missy! Have a good weekend!” You wait until she’s completely out of ear shot, or at least on the other side of the hall to address your worries to Mr. Moreno. “Missy told me about what happened on that spaceship and I—I’m worried. I know what Missy is capable of, trust me, I know. She’s—extraordinary. A good kid.” You bite your lip, wrapping your cardigan tighter around your frame, the cold wind brushing against your exposed skin. “But I—I can’t help but worry either way. I know it’s not my place—”

“No, no!” He steps forward and a little to the side, blocking the wind from hitting you. “Thank you for caring so much about Missy. I—I always feel grateful knowing you care about her and that she’s in capable hands at school.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, a huge weight off your shoulder now that you know you’re not stepping on his toes.

“I’m worried too, if I’m being honest.” His eyes slide to Missy waiting for him at the end of the hall where she’s rocking on her feet, and you follow his gaze, both of you smiling when she glances up and waves. “She’s headstrong. Once her mind is made up, you can’t stop her.” He chuckles, the sound low and a little self-deprecating.

“I would never ask you to change her mind,” you affirm gently. “All I ask, is that you look after her—not that you don’t already do, because I know you do, but it’s… different out there.”

He nods resolutely. “I promise.”

“You need to stay safe out there, too, Mr. Moreno. I can’t keep having two heart attacks in one day,” you tease, leaning against the metal doorframe.

“I promise you, we’ll stay safe,” he says it so seriously, eyes locked on yours that it practically steals your breath away. “Missy and I—we’ll protect each other.”

“Like you always do,” you hum into the space between you.

“Like we always do,” he reaffirms, just as soft.

“Good.” You stare at one another for a beat longer than necessary, but you look away first, straightening up. “Have a good evening, Mr. Moreno. Drive safe.”

“You too.”

You watch him walk away, waving each time he looks back until he reaches Missy. They wrap an arm around each other and with one final wave, they disappear into the stairwell.

Smiling, you head back inside to get your things.

“So,” Missy starts as they climb down the stairs, “did you ask?”

“No.” He sighs, bracing himself for the ten year old judgement (he can’t wait to see what her pre-teen and teenage judgement looks like, probably even more brutal).

“What?” She pulls away from him as they reach the final step. “No? What do you mean ‘no’? That was the perfect timing!”

He knows it was perfect timing! There were many perfect moments that he could’ve asked if you were doing anything this Saturday, but no! He just had to get distracted by the curves of your lashes and the way your eyes glinted under the setting sun and how your nose wrinkled when the cold air kissed your nose and—“Next time.”

“A deal is a deal, dad!” She reminds him, staring up at him with those eyes that used to remind him so much of her mother, but now they’re becoming less and less like hers and more her own. “You said you would!”

“I know, I know,” he whines in mock defeat. “I just… what if she doesn’t like me?” It’s a legitimate worry, one that has only grown since Missy started encouraging him to ask you out.

“Seriously, dad?” Her hand connects with her forehead. “It’s so obvious! And besides, how will you ever know if you don’t ask?”

“I guess you’re right. Any ideas?”

She cups her chin, thinking. Her eyes brighten. “I do have a plan!”

“And what exactly is this plan?” he asks, a little wary of what his precocious ten year old could possibly come up with.

“Just trust me!” She grins up at him and wraps her arm around his waist, tugging him along with her towards the car. “With my plan we’ll win her over completely!”