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hanjisungslag · 17 days

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attack on titan headcanons #10

synopsis: how the characters react when you, their s/o, gets hurt. 🩹

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: i am cooking up a storm, so watch out for that & also hit double digits!!

☆ eren jaeger

bro is INFURIATED

“WHO DID IT HUH?! ILL KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS-”

oh.. you got injured in training? poor babyyy☹️

he’s super sweet and gentle with you.

if anyone tries to go near you though.. he’s super scared they’re gonna accidentally hurt you😭.

so he’s always at the edge of his seat ready to rescue you if needs be.

he gets all of your food, water, clothes, bandages etc.

then the nurses catch him doing it and have to YANK him off of you, once again.

☆ mikasa ackerman

so incredibly caring and concerned 🤍

she was the one who found you on the expedition with a broken leg

she refuses you to the hospital

lets the nurses do their jobs (thank god)

she really wants to be able to help nurse you back to health as well though..

she gives you the next best thing aka massages.

she literally comes in everyday and gives you 3 massages minimum a day

she’ll also sleep in the hospital with you most days.

☆ armin arlert

nothing less than an angel.

for however long you’re in the hospital, he’ll bring you flowers

in there for 3 weeks? new flowers every week.

in there for a week? new flowers every other day.

reads you books every night to help you sleep

sleeps there EVERY single night

always gives good morning and good night kisses

keeps you updated with what’s going on with everyone and training to make sure you don’t miss out.

makes sure to surprise you by bringing your friends there too!! it was a super sweet surprise.

when you’re sleeping, he goes around asking nurses if they need help😖.

☆ jean kirstein

UGH TERRIFIED FOR YOUUU

he has to hype himself up before going to see you in hospital because it just breaks his heart.

but being able to see you, hug you, know that you’re being taken care of makes him feel wayy better.

he’s just happy to see that you’re not too badly injured.

just a sprain from training!

he likes to draw things for you from the outside

or you guys draw together.

yk that cute game where one person draws a squiggle and the other person has to make into a drawing?

yeah, you guys do that. and it’s frickin adorbs😡

☆ connie springer

you went to do some late night training by yourself

and cornelius found you on the ground. in a lot of pain.

he rushed you to the first aid

fastest anyone has EVER seen that man run

you got cleaned up but had to take a break from training until you were better.

definitely tries to make you laugh all the time

even with your injury, he still wants to see you happy and smiling 🤍

☆ sasha braus

aw bless her cotton socks.

your injury wasn’t fatal enough to warrant a hospital stay

but the nurses said to stay home and rest up!

you had to take care of your scar

in her own time, sasha headed over to first aid to ask the nurses how to help you properly☹️.

you literally do not lift a finger!!

she does everything for you, like cleaning it up, wrapping it up etc.

and she’s really good at it and all…

☆ reiner braun

he’s like a scared little boy.

he’ll sit by your side and tell you it’s all okay

but when he’s alone.. HE GETS SO UPSET

sometimes he’ll take ‘bathroom breaks’ just to pull himself together because he hates seeing you in this state :(.

really affects his everyday life

but he hides it well.

BIGG celebrations as soon as you’re out of hospital

is literally like a servant, will get you everything and anything you want.

☆ bertolt hoover

GAH SO ANXIOUS!!

he bakes you cookies for being so brave☹️.

he stays with you all day long until the nurse finally tells him he has to go.

it breaks his heart leaving you but he gets up bright and bloody early to see you in the morning

like i’m talking the second the hospital opens up.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s not nervous,

your injury wasn’t fatal or anything.

she’ll still visit you, of course ;)

she also makes sure to tell you how brave you are

since you are scared of hospitals.

she’ll giggle at your wimpy-ness though.

like you were getting patched up and you were just like trying not to scream

and she was just standing there chuckling at you.

☆ levi ackerman

so so so scared, secretly.

he has lost one too many people

but to lose you? that would completely and utterly BREAK him.

it was a pretty gnarly injury as well…

which was rather terrifying for both you and him

but he’ll keep a cool persona around you.

if he’s unable to visit due to work, he’ll ring the hospital and asks how you are.

he’ll always make time to come see you though, no matter what!!

☆ erwin smith

he hears from his assistant that you’ve been put into hospital

he runs STRAIGHT over and makes sure to comfort you.

he’ll stay till dark when you’re asleep and pay the nurses a visit too

he asks them to take extra good care of you.

if he’s unable to see you, he makes sure to call you up every single day

or at least have SOMEONE come check on you.

☆ hange zoë

GAH!! FREAKS OUT!

hange has seen it all at this rate

but doesn’t seem to heavily affected.

they’ve never really had anyone close to them be extremely injured

they were sooo scared though :(.

it was really sad for everyone to see hange’s energy so low but

they couldn’t help it!!

all they could think about was their poor love in hospital :(.

when they’re around you though, they try to stay positive! and tells you all about their work to keep you both distracted.

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peachy-hk · 1 year

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Rewind.

Miya Osamu x Reader, angst.

Warnings: cheating, gn reader, timeskip spoilers, and cursing :)

(theres also foreshadowing of suna x reader but we're gonna leave that for another time)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Read part one here and next part here.

How are you supposed to feel when somebody leaves you?

Sadness is given, anger is given, and regret...

Regret is circumstantial.

Weeks after you left the life of Osamu Miya, he still sits in his apartment, rotting in regret.

Why did I do it? Why didn’t I say no? Why didn’t I leave?

Would you still be here?

“Just this once”, he tells her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as they enter the hotel lobby. The hotel is in the middle of town, so he makes sure to cover his face as much as possible. The last thing he needs is to have someone recognize him getting into a hotel room with someone who very clearly isn’t his partner.

“Just a room for the night please” he speaks quietly to the clerk, sliding his personal credit card across the counter to her. “What name would you like it under?” she asks back with a smile.

He pauses for a moment, wondering if he should really go through with this. The part timer standing in front of him was not worth risking his years of marriage with you for, but he chooses to live in the moment and continue with it anyway. “Atsumu Miya.”

He didn’t mean for it to turn out like this. The friendly banter during training was never supposed to turn into cheating on you. He never planned to take that girl into a hotel. He never meant for anything to happen with her.

How can he possibly tell you all of that when you’re not even around anymore? Every physical trace of you is gone from the house you once lived in together. Your clothes, your flowers, your cooking, all of it, it’s all gone. You had come back when he was at work and taken everything. He was heartbroken that day, coming home to a house that had nothing to show of your presence.

Defeated, he slumped into his bed . His eyes heavy, and dark circles prominent as he had lost countless nights of sleep without you next to him. He grabbed your pillow and hugged it tight to his chest, pretending that you were there, inhaling the last of your scent that still clung to it.

He wondered if you had eaten, or where you were staying. He also thought about giving you a call to ask about having a chat to work things out, but you had already blocked his number.

Instead, he choses to call someone he knows will be able to comfort him.

He calls his brother, Atsumu.

“You got some nerve taking this long to call.”

“So you know?”

“Of course I know. I’m your brother.”

the two sit in the call for a minute before Atsumu breaks the silence.

“Let’s meet tomorrow, coffee at our usual spot. Is 10 okay for you?” He asks.

“Yeah, see you at 10.”

Osamu can admit, he’s seen better days. His hair is unkept and his facial hair is overgrown. He can’t be bothered to deal with it all, it’s not important in his mind right now.

“Hey,” he says with a huff, sliding his body into the cushioned booth Atsumu was already sitting in, “you look good, did you order already?”

His twin gives him a nod, and lets out a sigh. He doesn’t know how to start this conversation; he doesn’t know how to confront his brother.

“ ‘Samu I don’t even know what to ask you, how could you do that? What happened?” he speaks, clearly frustrated.

“I don’t know what to tell you either ‘Tsumu. I didn’t want anything to happen with that part timer, I had no intentions of hurting y/n, you of all people would know that.” he says back. he’s talking as if you’re here. As if he’s finally getting the chance to explain himself to you, not Atsumu.

“It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t your intention, you still hurt them. Can you imagine what it was like to open my door to them with tears streaming down their face, barely able to form a sentence? Do you realize how painful it was for them for you to call her instead of comforting them that night? What were you thinking?” He argues, getting more frustrated with his brother.

Osamu sits their in awe of his brother. You have all been friends since high school, but he never knew that he had this kind of protective relationship with you. His mouth dries up, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t even think i was thinking that night. I panicked and called her to yell, to be angry. I didn’t want to take my anger out on y/n so I took it out on her instead, ok? Call me dumb and a fool for it but I thought it was the better thing to do in that moment.”

“Are you fucking stupid?”

Osamu’s eyes widen at the sudden change of tone. Sure, he and Atsumu have argued over the years, but he’s never gone this far. He has never used this tone with him before.

“You thought that calling the woman you cheated on them with was a better thing to do in the moment than to apologize, to explain, to do ANYTHING else?”

“Did you even apologize?”

He sits there. Reliving the night you walked out on him. Rethinking everything he said, and realizing that not once, did he say he was sorry.

He looks up at the other side of the booth. Atsumu’s hands are crossed, and he is clearly disappointed by his brothers reaction. It’s not like Atsumu didn’t know this. You had spent the night sobbing and reliving it over in his apartment. He had Suna go out and buy food for you and told you to stay for as long as you needed, even offering to move you in. He knew you were probably still at home with Suna crying in his arms, while he came out and dealt with his brother.

"You fucked up 'Samu." Atsumu sighs after letting this phrase out his mouth. It's been something that he has been thinking over for the past hour before this confrontation. Does he side with his brother or with one of his best and closest friends of his life? He knows that his brother is in the wrong, but blood is thicker than water, right?

"You think I don't know that?"

"I think you need to have someone else wake you up and tell you shit for real. At face value. You're here whining and complaining, doing absolutely nothing to actually fix the mistake you made. I know you can't fire the part-timer now because of conflict of interest and whatever power imbalance legalities there are behind that, but have you at least tried making boundaries with her? Have you made efforts to minimize your damage to Y/N? Have you tried doing anything but moping around and acting like with enough of it they'll feel some sort of pity for you and come back?"

Osamu feels like he just gotten slapped across the face by his brother. Maybe even more like a punch to the gut, or a stab in the back. He's left with his jaw dropped, and his head empty.

'I tried 'Tsumu! They blocked me on everything and I had- actually I still don't have any way of contacting them! I don't know if we're going to get divorced, or if they're going to come back and make me go to counselling . I don't know what to do."

"They're not coming back Osamu. You fucked up, hard. There is no coming back. There is no counciling. It's over. You threw it all away. You threw my trust away too. Why the fuck did you use my name on your hotel room?"

Atsumu huffs, realizing that there really isn't anything left to be said.

"I doubt there's really anything left, but I'll come over tomorrow to pick up anything Y/N may have forgotten to grab." He says before walking out the cafe and into his car.

Osamu watches this happen from the booth Atsumu was sitting in with him seconds before. He watches as another one of the most important people of his life walk out on him.

He is crushed to say the least.

part 3 coming soon ??!!?!?!

Per request a tag list has been opened! comment to be added to it :))

#haikyuu x reader #hq angst #haikyuu angst #miya osamu angst #osamu angst #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu #miya osamu

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slowee00 · 5 months

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SNEAK PEEK ARC 2 - SYSTEM X

This is a sneak peek of arc 2. It is almost complete and it’s gonna be a short arc but the others are gonna be longer. I swear. Anyway enjoy and feel free to like and repost. It just me motivation.

MASTERLIST

Takes place after the protagonist’s recovery.

You smiled at the grumpy nurse who gave you a not-less-smile. You've been in the hospital for over 3 month now. Your recovery- to most- was a miracle. Doctors were over joyed at your recovery, and nurses were more then happy to help you move with therapy. You wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for the amazing doctors and nurses by your side.

Amazing what they can do.

"Leaving finally?" She asked, grabbing papers. Her voice filled with annoyance but you found it was a mask to hide her excitement.

"Yup! discharged finally," you said before handing her a gift bag. "For you, for helping me."

She smiled. A genuine one. "When you enter this field, helping someone is a must not a choice. I helped you because it's my job..." she took the gift bag and hid it behind the serving desk.

"Thank you. Whatever it is, I love it." She chuckled before handing you papers.

The bill probably.

"A young man already paid for it." Your nurse said before walking away from you to her new patient.

"A young man...?" You muttered. Paid? Someone paid for it? Sure as hell wasn't you. So who? Quickly you opened the bill, scanning the page for a name. Anonymous it read. How the hell did someone pay over ₩40,000,000 for let alone someone like you?

Your memory was fuzzy. Apon months of physical and mental therapy, your memory flashed every now and then. You can hardly remember the two figures in your room after your surgery. And as to how you were hospitalized remains a mystery. Who would do something so brutal? Maybe someone knows who you are and is now targeting you or it's just karma coming to say hello.

The nurses informed you that friends came over to visit but you were quick to say you had no one to call friend in Korea. Which led you to believe that they were involved with your hospitalizations.

So why the flowers? Why the blank card? The flowers you got because it’s a sign of support in recovery. But you have no one close enough to give you anything, let alone flowers. But what leaves you confused was the card. The blank card.

And to make matters worse, you got fired. The owner said to keep a reputation for the store, they had to fire you. Which was stupid, your hospitalizations didn't make headlines as accidents like yours are rare in Korea. Either it was masked by someone and told reporters to report something else or no one knew at all. So who or what made your boss fire you? It was hard enough to find a job and now your left with nothing. If all means, you were kinda happy the anonymous person paid for the bill or you would have to pull a line of credit to pay it off.

But you still had to pay for the coach bus ride back home. Your accident was so bad that they had to bring you to a whole different city for surgery. 2 hours away. Going under over 10 hours of surgery all together. The magic doctors have.

It was only a couple weeks later- after being discharged, was when you found a new job. A flexible one. One that you can enjoy. One many wished to have.

Dog sitting.

"She's happy to see me again, isn't she?" You laughed, asking the owner of the Chihuahua, holding the small dog in your arms who was wagging her tail aggressively and attempting to lick your face. Black and white breed with large eyes and her tongue that hanged from her mouth. "Yeah whateves, you can have her if you want, she's a pain in the ass anyway..."

She said, standing in her house taking a puff of her cigarette while you stood outside of it.

Your smile dropped.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Tomorrow at 8pm!" She yelled before slamming the door on your face. "Ok!" You yelled through the door, looking down to the small dog, you scratched her head- which she seemed to enjoy. "I can have you huh?" You really wanted to. By looks, she wasn't clearly groomed properly or often.

"If I had money... I'll do it if it means you're happy..." you mumbled, kissing her head.

Marshmallow, a Chihuahua- you think- you don't know the type of breed. Who cares. It's a dog. They can love you as much as you love him or she. You dog sit for a lot of other dogs, but Marshmallow is your favourite. She doesn't listens, eats a lot, sleeps, and looks and acts goofy. Just like yourself.

You found yourself in front of your car. Your car that sat in the parking garage since your incident. They cleaned everything. Not even letting the evidence team through and clean the crime scene immediately after you out of there. So to begin with, your case was nothing but ignored or erased. You definitely knew that you fought the culprit through, and definitely going to confront them about your car bill having to remove your insurance days prior.

Finally reaching your apartment door, your hands full with dog food and Marshmallow's bed as the owner wanted the dog gone for at least 24 hours. Kinda makes you question as to why Marshmallow's owner even own her.

She barks at your feet before you successfully opening the door, her tiny feet tapping the cold tiles before going silent due to the apartment's carpet. Immediately running to the couch to lay down.

Across from her was the flowers the two 'friends' dropped a couples days after your surgery. Nearly dead actually. The blank card tho, you figured it out. It's blank to the naked eye but visible under blue UV light. Smart cookies. On the card was a phone number. That's it. You've never called it or reported to the police. They didn’t help in the first place, so you were left on your own.

You just finished taking off your shoes, throwing them into the closet. "Marshmallow get off of the couch!" She didn't listen at first, but you smiled when she jumped off of the cushions to join you passing the couch. She jumped up, upper paws gripping your leg as she barks frantically.

"What...?" You mumbled placing down the supplies on the table beside you. Looking at the table you noticed the new large hot sauce bottle you recently purchased. "Hungry?" Your thumb caressing the bottle, remembering it was your adopted father’s favourite, shocked to see they sold it here in Korea.

"Let me get you some food..." you muttered. "Miss L/n-" your eyes went wide and Marshmallow barked before you turned around quickly, chucking the bottle at the presence behind you.

Not to your surprised, they caught the bottle smoothly. Without a care in the world with their arm covering their face. The hot sauce bottle in a tight grip as their steel rings colliding with the hard plastic. They wore full black. A large black dress shirt with a silver chain and fancy baggy black cargo pants. With their hair full pitch black with parted slick bangs. They slightly dropped their arm.

They smiled. Or... he smiled.

"Hi~" he greeted in a happy-silly tone.

Your memory is still a blur for the past months but when you saw his face, you remembered it immediately. No, you didn't need drugs or surgery to remember his face.

Mr. Park motherfucking Seonghwa.

Dropping arc 2 on 20th

I swear. I’m done my exams.

Taglist (don’t be shy and I’ll add)

@yayaistime @mermaid17venus

#ateez seonghwa #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #marvel universe #ateez au #ateez jongho #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #system x slooore #system x #slooore #slowee00

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masterwords · 1 year

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destruction

Just an image that's been floating around in my head today. It's not even a story. Derek having angst and feelings at Hotch. I wrote this in 10 minutes so forgive the quality. (~870 words, Hotch/Morgan)

It's late, Hotch can't sleep. That in itself isn't surprising, especially given the circumstances, but he's still frustrated by it. The pain is a slow burn in his belly, the kind that improves when he paces and intensifies when he stops, so he's wearing a track in the carpet from the couch to the kitchen and back.

A knock at the door startles him. They haven't been home long, no way there's another case. His mind flickers over Foyet's face, each knock screams danger.

But he opens the door anyway, because he's too tired to do much else. “Derek?” he asks, staring down the man in the leather jacket who looks like he's seen a ghost. His eyes are raw and red and there is a bottle of bourbon hanging limp in his hand. “Are you alright?”

“We need to talk,” he drones in a quiet monotone. “You know, earlier Rossi told me to tell you I didn't think you took enough time off and I thought nah...you know what's right...I trust you...” Derek brushes into the apartment like he owns the place and throws himself down on the couch, right next to what he can only assume has been Hotch's bed. He doesn't know, he hasn't seen this place in weeks. “But after today, I'm not sure I do.”

Hotch looks at the clock and grunts. It's too late to have an argument. “Can this wait?”

“For what? Never gonna be a good time, Aaron, you know that...waiting's only gonna let you come up with ways to brush me off.” Derek takes a sip of the bourbon. He isn't drunk, he's barely had any but it seems to be amplifying whatever he's feeling tenfold. Hotch brings him a glass and sits down beside him.

“Okay.”

He can see the tears in Derek's eyes but can't fathom why he's so upset. Not right now. In truth, he's finding it hard to see past the pain and the exhaustion.

“You walked into the house with an armed murderer today without any protection.”

Hotch hums and nods. “I can't explain why, but it occurred to me that wearing the vest may be a sign of hostility. I wanted Call to trust me.”

“Yeah. Sure. Right.” Derek's voice is grim and he pours the bourbon into the glass this time, setting the bottle down on the table. He doesn't drink it though, he just swirls it around and around and loses himself inside the ripples. “Look man. I'm not gonna tell you how to do your job, but I am gonna tell you what I saw. I saw a man who thinks he's got nothing to live for walking into a situation that he knew was likely to end in gunfire. Without the only small amount of protection we have. That about right?”

“I didn't give it that much thought. It was a decision made in a split second. Maybe if I'd taken another moment I would have made a different call but it turned out as well as I anticipated. There was no way Call didn't shoot his father, no matter what I said or did.”

Derek laughs and sets his glass down on the table, swiping at the tears in his eyes. He doesn't cry often, and Hotch wants desperately to reach out to him but this feels like the wrong time to even try. There is something Derek is dying to say and it's right there, hanging by a thread. “I watched my dad bleed out on a city sidewalk because he didn't...he just made a decision and went for it. I watched him die right there, Aaron...it was senseless! It didn't need to go down that way. But it did, dammit, and I'll be damned if I watch that happen again without doing something about it.”

“What happened to your father was not your fault, Derek. You were a child.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know all of that. You think no one's ever said that to me before? But I watched you walk into that damn house today and I coulda stopped you. Rossi held me back and I shoulda fought him but I didn't. And that's why I'm here now. You pull another stunt like that and...” He's about to make a threat, but with what he's not sure. He doesn't want to threaten Hotch, he just wants him to listen.

Hotch sighs and scoots closer, a little hesitant, and rests his hand on Derek's leg. He's silent for just long enough to watch the anger pulse and then fade to some kind of almost tangible sadness. “I'm sorry,” he says finally, grabbing Derek's hand and wrapping it in both of his. “I will do better. I promise.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep, man.”

Hotch nods solemnly. “I'm not promising that I'll be perfect, Derek. I'm in a bad place right now and I might make mistakes, but I promise to do my best.”

Derek sniffles and leans toward Hotch, lying heavily against him. Hotch presses a soft kiss to the top of Derek's head and rests his cheek there.

“Just keep your fucking vest on next time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

#derek morgan #aaron hotchner #hotch x morgan #hotchgan #self-indulgent mini story #wanted some derek feels...made some very dramatic derek feels #criminal minds #fanfiction #ANGST #and feels

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bisexualamy · 6 months

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Transition Update #65: One week post-op phallo (part 1) Cliff Notes

Hey what's up it's your recently bedicked boy. I'm sleepy but I like having these records for both myself and others so I'm gonna do some bullet points. This is gonna be very casual.

I had my first post-op yesterday but I have another one in a week so I'm gonna talk about both of them together.

As a reminder here's the phallo stage list (this ref is a lot easier than me trying to re-explain what they did, bc I am not a surgeon and idk what the official names of any of this is called). Italicized stages are completed stages.

Stage 0: hysto and partial vgectomy (done back in January) Stage 1: meta, UL creation, complete vgectomy, “tee up” stage 2 so I can spend as little time on the table as possible Stage 2: take the graft and create the phallus Stage 3: scrotoplasty, glandsplasty, finish UL Stage 4: erectile device, finish scrotoplasty and glandsplasty

I am technically 10 days post-op but eh it's basically the same. I spent three nights in the hospital before they discharged me. I've been home for almost a week now and I'm happy to be here. The nurses and hospital staff overall treated me very nicely and I had as positive an experience as I think you can have in a hospital.

I am able to stand and walk around on my own but not for very long. I get fatigued if I'm not able to rest for most of the day. Sitting is still very painful so I am usually standing (infrequently) or lying down/slouching in bed.

Overall I'm not in a lot of pain and I've been managing my pain mainly through a lot of advil and tylenol.

I have a catheter and I've had one since day 1. It's coming out next week so that'd be 16 days post op. The catheter doesn't hurt very much if I maneuver it into the correct place but I like to be able to hold the catheter bag myself and empty it myself bc I know how to do it in a way that isn't painful.

My body has not somatically caught up w the fact that I have a dick yet. It took it a few days to realize that I didn't have my other parts anymore. My pelvic floor muscles were very confused and were involuntarily contracting a lot the first 48 hrs which was unpleasant but they've since stopped. Most of the time it kinda feels like I have nothing. I'm wondering if the catheter is also party of the reason for that.

The surgical team says I'm healing super well and on the faster side, which is awesome to hear.

I got to see my dick for the first time yesterday and it was super cool! It looks like a dick!! (Like a pre-puberty dick but that's kind of what they were going for to tee up the rest of the phallo). I did not have a true metadioplasty. I had a partial meta and full vgectomy but they left a lot of the surrounding external tissue from the old parts to help with the next stage (I believe). If I had a true meta everything would be much more dick-like.

The surgical team also says my UL went super well and once they take the catheter out they said I can try peeing standing up!! Which is so cool!!!!

The gender euphoria has not set in yet bc of all the medical stuff that is sort of interfering with my ability to relearn my body. I was warned by friends this would happen so I'm trying to take it in stride.

Anyway that's all folks.

#transition stuff

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anditvanisheslikemist · 1 year

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Oct. 31: Your Favorite Trope

I made it! 31 prompt fills in 31 days. For some of my favorites, let's go with Warm Blankets & Soft Fever Whump.

From @oh-no-my-hand-slipped’s list of prompts. Hindsight ‘verse (AO3). Jamie/Izzy. Read it on AO3 or below. List of all of my October prompt fills.

I'm going home… will you be there?

Izzy frowns down at the text. Nico looks over from his desk. "What's wrong?"

"Jamie's going home sick." He hadn't been feeling great this morning, but he wouldn't have gone in at all if he'd known he'd only make it to 10:30.

"That's too bad. You were planning to do a half day anyway, right?"

"Yeah, I've put in enough flex time these past couple of weeks." She bites her lip. "I'm debating just going home now."

Luna wanders over to Nico, and he pets the spot between her ears. "Don't you have a meeting?"

She sighs. "Yeah, I probably shouldn't cancel that, huh."

Nico makes a noise of agreement, or affirmation, and goes back to his spreadsheet with Luna curled up on his lap. Izzy replies to Jamie's text: Not quite yet. Should be home around noon. Unless you need me sooner?

A buzz a moment later: I always need you 🖤 But yeah, I'm fine. See you in a bit.

She takes a second after she parks to text Jamie that she's home, and then sets down her bag in the entryway and quietly makes her way upstairs. She was thinking he might be asleep, but he's sitting on the edge of their bed, hair wet from the shower and dripping onto his bare shoulders.

"Jamie?"

When he looks up, it's slow and looks painful. "Iz."

She comes to sit down next to him on the bed. He's got on a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else. When she touches his arm, he starts shivering and can't stop.

She wraps the extra blanket from the bed around his shoulders and presses a hand to his forehead. "You've got a fever, love."

He nods vaguely. "That's what Matty said."

"Matty sent you home?"

He coughs into the blanket. "Yeah."

"That's good. You look like you feel awful." He shivers and nods. "Here, get under the covers. Have you had anything to eat yet?"

He doesn't move. "No. Don't want to go to bed yet, though."

"Why not?" She runs her fingers through his hair.

"'s only noon. Can't stay in bed all day."

"I mean, you could. We can do the couch instead, though, hmm?"

He lets her hand him his warmest, fuzziest pajamas and sweatshirt, and a stack of soft handkerchiefs, and leans on her arm while they go down the stairs.

"Hang tight, I'll make you soup." She kisses his forehead and heads for the kitchen. It's just from a can; it'll be quick.

Once it's heating up on the stove, she steps back around the corner to get an eye on Jamie. She'd expected him to be lying down, but he's sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, shuddering through absolutely drenching sneezes into the first of the handkerchiefs.

"Oh," she murmurs, and comes to sit down beside him and puts a hand on his back. He lifts his head enough to give her an exhausted glance, then has to snap back into his hands for the next hhhhEDZHHH'ue. "Bless," she says, and kisses his shoulder as he blows his nose into the handkerchief. It looks done for already, and it's only been five minutes. "I think there's gonna have to be tissues involved, love. You've got a good stash of handkerchiefs, but at this rate it's not even gonna last you the night."

Jamie sighs and rubs at his face. He's always said that tissues hurt his nose.

"I think we have some of that stuff that Nico suggested. Says it's lotion, but it's basically just Vasoline. Except it sticks better, so you can't just rub it off."

He nods, and coughs, and blows his nose again.

She kisses his temple. "I've got to go check on the soup."

Jamie eats slowly, hindered by not being able to breathe through his nose, and by the time he's done his eyes area slipping closed.

And the steam has made his nose run.

He sets aside his bowl, breath already hitching, and scrabbles for another handkerchief. Izzy quickly puts it into his hand.

hhhh…. hih. hh-ih? Izzy rubs his back encouragingly. hhhh'ITSCHHH'uh! Immediately into h'EHT'chhhmph. ng'XXTCH-hoo! His nose is running madly, and he's panting, squinting a little like the fit left him dizzy. He blows his nose and coughs, and groans a little in the aftermath.

"Come here," Izzy says, and puts a pillow in her lap. Jamie, still sniffling, lies down on it with his knees to the back of the couch, face pressed against Izzy's stomach. She pulls the warm blankets from the back of the couch over him. When Jamie's breath starts to hitch again, Izzy grabs the rest of the stack of handkerchief and the box of tissues from the coffee table and sets them beside her.

hhh… ih'HITCH'shmph. Drenching, again, and barely covered. ihhh…ch'JSCH'iew!

"Bless you." The belly of her sweatshirt is going to by soaked by the end of the night. Jamie blows his nose again, exhausted. "See if you can sleep." She's rubbing gentle circles on his forehead. It's making his nose run even more. "I've got you," she says.

Jamie swipes at his nose again, clearly well on his way to sleep, and Izzy plucks a fresh handkerchief from the pile and holds it at the ready. "Love you," Jamie says, like he's already mostly asleep.

Izzy shifts a little bit to settle in for the long haul. All night, if that's what he need. "I love you, too."

#sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz #anditvanisheslikemist writes #hindsight 'verse #october prompts

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mighty-poop · 1 year

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Going through the 5 stages of grief in a matter of 2 days: a ramble of epic depressive proportions

So my cat is.. dying.

My kitty cat is 16 years old since this summer, she’s been my bestest, longest lasting friend since I was 10 years old. Cats are better than humans: they’re very clear about their boundaries and love you unconditionally. They don’t care about your gender, your weird hobbies or the fact that you’re not good at social interactions. No, I will not take criticism.

my cat, like most cats, is the best cat in the world. She cuddles me when I’m sad, she follows me to the bathroom and watches me do my business, and then expects me to follow her to her litter box. It’s the best kind of friendship. She gets up in my face and purrs, loud. She likes sitting with me more than anybody else and yes, that makes me feel superior, thank you. Again, i will not take criticism, fuck off, dad.

she’s a lil’ old lady and has been surprisingly healthy and spry for her age. She still caught me birds now and then and left them on my windowsill proudly. I love her. So fucking much. I love her with my entire being. But at her age, the inevitable of course was imminent.

a few months ago, she had her first stroke. I had had an awful day when i got home, and I immediately noticed something was wrong. Usually when i arrive home by car, she’ll be waiting for me outside and come running towards me, meowing to open the door so she can get to her food. She recognised the car i drove, she recognised me. I love her. But this time, she came over very slowly and with measured steps, her hind legs seemed to not be following the way they should. So i get her inside and i call an emergency vet because it’s a saturday evening. She walks around as of drunk and her eyes can’t focus. By the time we get to the vet with her, she’s almost completely back to normal, just tired. The vet does some tests but he’s fairly certain she had a stroke caused by either internal bleeding or an attack. At her age, that’s not abnormal and all her other vitals are extremely healthy for an old kitty. He tells me there’s not much they can do except expect that it will happen again (now that she’s had one, the chances of another stroke are higher), hope the damage to her brain isn’t too bad and that she’ll recover. And with that, we’re sent home.

I don’t leave her side for 3 days, I’m so scared it will immediately happen again and this time i won’t be there to help her in time. After a few weeks, i lose my paranoia and lives goes on.

2 days ago, she had another stroke. Same symptoms: walks around as if she has no sense of balance, eyes can’t focus and keep darting around, loss of appetite and refuses to drink. She’s alert, though, and cuddles me when i give her scritches, does her business when i walk her towards the kitty litter, meows when she gets touched where she doesn’t want to be touched. She’s more lacklustre, though, and i can tell she’s either tired or in pain, or both. When my family gets too loud, she hides where she can, even though she can’t jump and it’s not safe for her to go up and down the stairs.

mom and I are gonna take her to the vet tomorrow, to see if there’s anything they can do, but I fear it’s gonna be bad news…

I’ve already been told there’s nothing that can be done against strokes and the after-effects of them so if she’s not recovering from an obvious brain injury, what can they possibly do to fix it except operate on her? Maybe if it’s a tumour, they can take it out and that way the damage can be fixed?

i dunno…

i think the vet is gonna see her symptoms, hear how old she is, and call it. Which….. hhh, is fair. And it’s all I’ve been thinking about.

because on one hand, it does feel like releasing her from suffering. She can’t walk properly, she’s tired and she can’t keep herself straight enough to eat, or drink, or walk without getting help. That’s no life for a cat who’s used to getting literally everywhere. Keeping her like this would be cruel.

on the other hand, it doesn’t at all feel like that, and more like I’m sending her to an execution. I keep thinking about having to force her in a carrier to go to the vet, having her be stressed and scared, to then hear they’re gonna put her down. It’s gonna be traumatising, both for my cat and me. The thought of having her in my arms and feeling her slip away, in a stale veterinarian room, makes me want to die. But sending her off to the vet with my mom and not being there for my cat in her final moments, also sounds awful. The fact that i know the date of my cat’s death is awful and males me wanna rip my hair out. I give her scritches and she looks up at me like I’m the safest place in the world, and she has no idea and she won’t understand what I’ll be doing to her-! I hate it, I hate this so much and I love her and I don’t want her to die. But i also don’t want her in pain. What has to be done, has to be done, but it’s going to be the worst few hours of my entire life.

words cannot possibly describe how much this cat means to me. it feels like I’m losing a limb. She’s such an intricate part of my life, of who i am. She’s been there more than my family has been, longer than my friends. She’s completely uncaring towards everything i hate about myself, and loves me because I’m warm and comfortable and know where to give her the best scritches and because she knows i love her too. How am i ever gonna refill the huge crater she’s gonna leave in me? How am i supposed to go to work the next day and perform at my best?

I hope, to whatever deity there may be out there, that the vet will know how to fix this, or will see signs that she’s recovering that i missed, and that all my worrying and my crying and my not sleeping has been for nothing. If not, let this be an ode to the best kitty in the world, who I love the most in the world.

#Pet loss #depression #Grief

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kitsunes-multiverse · 2 years

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Got You in My Sights

Chapter 10: Looks Like You Just Said You Loved Me

"Ughhh, my head..."

Kitsune woke up, immediately hearing Jesse's groan of pain. She opened her eyes, looking down at her lap. At some point during the night, Jesse managed to fall asleep on her lap. Evidently, he had a bit of a hangover.

The young woman smiled, starting to speak softly as she ran a hand through his hair. "Morning, Jesse. Did you sleep well?" She asked, Jesse looking up at her. He hissed at the bright light peering into the room via the windows.

"Ughh... I slept well, but I didn't wake up well.." He muttered.

"Heh, that's fair. Stay here, I'll get you some water and close the blinds." Kitsune stated, gently moving him aside before standing up and walking over to the window.

Jesse sighed, covering his eyes with his arm in an attempt to shield them from the brightness. "Thank you, Kitsune. I appreciate it." He stated, before starting to try and recall last night's events.

...Unfortunately, it seemed as though nothing was coming to mind. All he could really remember was him having a few drinks. How many did he have, anyways? Oh god, hopefully he didn't do anything foolish.

"...Say, er, Kitsune?" He called, moving his arm away as he sat up. He turned his head into the kitchen, watching as the redhead got him some water and painkillers. "What exactly happened last night? I can't remember very much." He asked.

"Nothing too deviant, if that's what you're asking." Kitsune chuckled a bit. "But no, in all seriousness, you got a bit wasted so I took you home, you told me about your past, and you eventually fell asleep." She explained.

"Ah, alright-" Jesse quickly did a double take, his eyes slightly widened. "Wait a moment- I told you what?"

"Mmmhm. Yeah, you uh... You got pretty emotional." Kitsune admitted, walking back over. "But don't worry! I don't think of you any differently at all. If anything, it sounded like you really regretted it." She stated, sitting with him as she handed him a glass of water and a pill.

"I see... Well, even though I can't remember it, I appreciate your support. Thank you for sticking with me." Jesse smiled a bit, before downing the pill with a sip of water. "Honestly, I'm somewhat relieved. For a moment I was worried that I wound up telling you I was in love with you-." He cut himself off, covering his mouth as he looked away.

Kitsune blinked, looking over at him. "That's... an oddly specific example, Jesse. Is there something you're not telling me?" She asked, the grin in her voice prominent. She wasn't smiling just to tease him. She was genuinely happy and hopeful. If this implies what she think it did, then that must mean he reciprocates her feelings.

"Uh, n-no, no it's nothing!" Jesse stuttered.

"Jess, come on..." Kitsune placed a hand on his shoulder. "It sounded like you just said you loved me. Is this true..?" She asked.

With a deep breath, Jesse turned to look back at her with a reddened face. "It's... It's true... I really am in love with you." He confessed.

Kitsune smiled, leaning over and kissing his forehead. "I love you too, Jesse. Truth be told, I'd been trying to flirt with you for quite some time."

"Wait- you were? Did I really not pick up on that?" Jesse questioned.

"I meeeean..." Kitsune paused, waving her hand in a circle as she averted eye contact. "Last week, I said: 'I really like how polite you are, Jesse. Polite guys are my type, y'know?' And in response, you said, and I quote-" She cleared her throat, making her voice sound deeper in an attempt to sound more like Jesse. "'Politeness is always a good trait to have. I can see why they'd be that for you.'"

"...Ah, apologies. I didn't realize that's what you were trying to do." Jesse apologized, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

"Heh, it's ok Jess. Don't worry about it." Kitsune replied, standing up. "Anyways, I'm gonna go home and wash up- and I gotta feed Boo as well. Catch you later?" She asked.

"Oh- yes, of course. As a matter of fact, why don't you come by tonight for dinner? Perhaps that way we can talk to the girls about... the new situation." Jesse offered.

Kitsune smiled. "Sounds good! It's a date. See you tonight, Jesse. Love ya." She kissed his head again as she ran her hand through his hair before heading for the front door, waving goodbye.

Once the door clicked, Jesse laid down on the couch again- a content smile on his face. Seven years after being put through unspeakable pain, and now he finally has a girlfriend. This was it. He finally had the family he was longing for all this time.

It may have taken a long while, but good god it was worth it.

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hazzabeeforlou · 4 years

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#i was just gonna go to sleep without mentioning this and blah with all the drama rt now it’s not like an important take or anything just #a reminder #today and the last week has been really hard for me. ive wanted a puppy for five years and to finally GET what you want most is amazing but #my body has like decided that thats what it was staying held together for and now that i have her im falling apart. everything hurts #more than usual. and it’s chronic so thats saying a lot. i tried practicing today now my painting is done and it was like 10 of 10 pain #i could barely sit there and i just. really felt like giving into whatever release this is. and i felt like #‘i dont need to stay alive anymore.’ and then obviously i was like WOAH where tf did that come from that’s not normal. and i think it’s just #the convergence of everything? the election? the boy at work who flirted with me and i felt so... nothing. so small and girl and sweet all #the things i hate myself for when im alone. the things i wear in public as a front. and now at home too #my parents surprise voted early today and i cant bring myself to ask ‘did it work? did all the arguing and articles and commentary on news #work? did you actually vote for the not fascist?’ i cant do it. i dont want to know. it hurts too much it just hurts too much and i cant.#i miss being gay. you know #you know what i mean. i miss being alone i miss knowing who i am i miss my old life no matter how lonely it was #and i decided hey ill log on here before bed and you know? what brought me comfort? these two ridiculous boys we all love. thier flirtings #and flamboyantry. and their story. god how grateful i am to have them to escape to. to see gay puppy love and revel in it #in the beauty of it the embarassment the goofiness the joy #they gave us that and so much more #and i love having someone to root for. someone like me. watching Louis’ situation and just EDGE OF MY SEAT cheering him on to win like #the king he is. so grateful for that. and this fandom. and this place. and now im gonna go to sleep silent crying so i dont wake the puppy.#love u all #personal #tw mental health

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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sluttyten · 3 years

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sicheng, 10

Sicheng + “you’re mine. and i’ll make sure you don’t forget.”

“You’re mine, right?” Sicheng asks you one quiet night. He’d been asleep the last you checked, and you were playing with his hair as you sat up in bed watching TV.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” You brush your fingers over his cheek, and look down at him to find he’s already looking up at you. “And what are you talking about? Asking if I’m yours? Who else’s would I be? You are my boyfriend.”

Sicheng hums happily. “I was just dreaming.”

“What kind of dream?” You comb your fingers lightly through his hair. “A good one?”

Sicheng sits up, reaching up to clasp your hand in his against the side of his head. He turns his head to the side, brushing his lips against your wrist. He explains, “You were leaving me.”

“Well, I’m here, and I’m not planning to go anywhere.” You sigh gently as he continues kissing along your forearm. “Must’ve been a bad dream to make you all affectionate like this.”

His mouth skips over to your shoulder, tender. “Don’t like the thought of losing you.”

“Sicheng,” you twist your hold into his hair lightly, dragging his mouth up to yours. “What are you talking about?”

You’re not going anywhere. Even if he doesn’t understand the full extent of that, you don’t understand how he could think that you would leave him. You’re here. You’re in his bed. You’ve been with him for ages now, you’re in love with him. The only thing that makes this worry over your loyalty to him make sense is jealousy.

And now, as he moves over you, as you both slide down the bed so you’re lying on your back, you smile at him. “Was I leaving you for someone else in that bad dream?”

Sicheng scowls.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You laugh. “Who was it? One of the guys?”

You watch the green light of jealousy growing in his eyes. You prod him a little more, just wanting to see where you can push him.

“Oh,” you laugh again, “It was one of them, wasn’t it? Which one, I wonder? I mean, I’m close with Kun, so maybe he’s the one that would be able to—“

Sicheng crushes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. “You’re mine,” he all but growls. “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”

Sicheng has a thing for marking you up—living hickeys staining your skin, fingerprints bruised into your hips from holding too tight, raw red marks on your wrists and ankles from ropes that were just a bit too harsh on your skin, and the pretty drag of nails over your back or thighs or shoulders. He likes seeing his mark on you, and you like having them there, little reminders every time you look in the mirror, every time you feel the little twinge of sensitivity. Little reminders that he’s yours.

So the prick of his jealousy drives him to ravage you in the best way. His lips burning across your collarbones, chest, shoulders, over your breasts and ribs and your stomach.

“You’re mine,” he tells you when he comes back up for a kiss, and you cling to his hair, holding him there to taste his jealousy, rich on his tongue. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“You gonna tell them?” You ask him. “Or are you going to let them hear me? Hear how good you make me feel? I’ve overheard Kun, that time when we came home early, babe, and he could—“

Sicheng slaps his hand over your mouth. “Hush.”

You open your mouth, attempt to say something else, but then Sicheng reaches down and grabs your ass. “Mine, baby.”

He flips you over smoothly, dragging your ass up by your hips. You moan, rolling your ass back against him. Sicheng palms your ass, thumb dipping down in that crease, down to your pussy.

“You know no one else can make you feel as good as I make you feel, baby.” He plays with your pussy, massaging your ass, grinding against the back of your thigh where you can feel him growing harder and harder as you push back into his touch and do your best to not let him hear the needy moans you’re holding back, let him think he needs to give you more.

And it works because he does give you more.

Sicheng’s tip presses against your entrance beside his thumb, and he just stays like that, not moving, just teasing you with what you could have, and at last you break, at last you moan his name.

“That’s what I thought.” He sounds so filled with pride as you moan and attempt to twist around to look at him, but then his hands are on your hips with his bruising grip that you love to feel still the morning after, and he thrusts into you.

“Mine, you’re all mine. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else.” He leans forward to say the words directly into your ear. “When you feel my hands on your hips still tomorrow, and when the bruises from my lips linger in your skin for a week, you’re gonna think of me, baby, won’t you? Not Kun. Not Johnny. None of them. Just me.”

Each word, he punctuates with a deep thrust, the smack of skin on skin. He straightens up, giving himself a better angle to drive you wild.

You get off on the ripple of slight pain as he drags his nails from your hips down the sides of your thighs, as he starts fucking you with sharp snaps of his hips against your ass.

You reach under yourself to touch your clit, and your moans leave your lips in raspy breaths. Your body rocks forward on your knees with each thrust, and the headboard of the bed rattles against the wall, loud enough that if anyone else was home in the dorm tonight, they would definitely know what was going on. But it’s just you and Sicheng, just the way you like it.

Sicheng cums first, quicker than you expected, though probably driven there by his jealousy, the idea of leaving you marked up and dripping with his cum. He pulls halfway out, so when he draws back to sit on his ankles, his cum oozes out of your still desperate to be filled pussy.

“No, no,” you moan, clenching, trying to hold his load inside you.

“You want more? Want my cum in you, stuffing you full? Say it, baby. Say it and I’ll give you more.” Sicheng drags his fingers between your legs, collecting his cum. “Whose are you, baby girl?”

“I’m yours. Only yours.” It is something that was never really in doubt at all.

“That’s right,” Sicheng says brightly. “All mine. Now turn over for me.”

You fall into your side, twisting quickly into your back with your legs still spread for him. Sicheng fingers his cum back inside you, swirling his thumb against your clit while his fingers keep working his cum back into your needy pussy, and when he’s satisfied with that, he takes his fingers away, and fills you with his still erect cock again.

Your nails drag over his shoulders and back, surely marking him up in your own way, and he buries his head against the sensitive skin of your chest, sucking and biting. His hips clap against your ass, and your thighs and hips ache as he pushes your legs higher and farther apart so he can hit deeper and

You cum with a cry of his name, fingernails pricking his skin, and that sharp pain brings about his second orgasm. Your bodies keep moving together on auto, chasing after the sweet ecstasy of each other, until at last Sicheng slips out of you, and he falls to the side, trapping one of your legs beneath him.

“How was that?” He asks you, “Do you feel good? You did good, looked so pretty on my cock. Took me so well.” He strokes some of your hair back out of your face, kisses your cheek. “I just hate the idea of you not being mine. Please, don’t ever leave me.”

“I love you, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about, Sicheng.” You kiss him again, pressing against his chest, sliding your arm over him. “I am at my happiest when I’m with you. In every possible way, I’m happy, and I know that I belong with you because like you said, I’m yours, but you know what, you’re mine too. You’re like the other half of me, the stars to my sun, the light to my dark. You’re mine, too Dong Sicheng.”

“I’m yours.” He kisses you, and squeezes his arms around you, embracing you tightly to his chest. His heart beats against yours, his stomach and chest and legs are so close to your skin that there’s not a space in between.

You know in the morning your chest will be covered in bruises the shape of his mouth, and you know that you should really check out the scratches you left down his back, but for now you stay like this, tangled together in each other’s arms, hearts pounding and happy in the knowledge that you belong entirely to each other.

Requests are now closed! Thank you to everyone who sent these in, I’m just finishing the last drabble requests in my inbox!

#asks #winwin drabbles #winwin smut #nct drabbles #nct smut #Dong Sicheng with a marking kink is like 10/10 what I’m here for

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x0xqzra · 2 years

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✐TRYING❦ - Kageyama Tobio x Fem Reader

TW: sexual topic, yelling, crying, pregnancy, blood, angst to fluff, my own version of timeskip kageyama (that means this may not be connected to the manga/anime plot)

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You and Tobio are married for 5 years, you are now 28 and Tobio 31

You and Tobio tried to have a baby by the time you are 24 but nothing really happens. You and Tobio visited so many doctors but they all say that nothing is wrong with you or Tobio

You guys try and try until one day the both of you just got tired

You're sad about it and it's hard for you to accept the fact that you probably not gonna be able to have your own child but you are always seem so calm about it

There are times Tobio gets mad at himself and just over work his body till he faints while you just sit there comforting him, praying and hoping that you'll somehow gonna get pregnant

It's been months since you both never talk about that topic again but that doesn't mean that you and Tobio are not active sexually

These past few weeks, you always feel nauseous, you pee almost every 10 minutes, you missed your period and your breasts are swollen

You immediately thought that you are pregnant but when you bought the pregnancy test and test it out, it turns out negative so you are left devastated

You think that maybe it's just because of the stress that you are feeling because of the pressure about wanting to get pregnant so everytime you feel that way you just drink a medicine and it usually lasts for 6 hours before you feel sick again

This night is one of the night where Tobio overwork himself, you got a text from Tobio saying that he'll come home late from work

It's currently 23:40 (11:40pm) but Tobio is not home yet, you pick up your car key and wear a jacket. After that you drove to Tobio's office

When you arrive at his office you're surprised to see no one in there as you are about to leave his co-worker calls you

"Wait! mrs. Kageyama!" a girl around 20 calls you

"uhh yeah?" you respond confuse

"ohh I'm Yazashi (my own character), are you looking for mr. Kageyama?"

"yes, I'm wondering why he isn't in his office, do you know where he is?"

"ahh, sir Hinata and sir Tsukishima came here and based on what I heard they went in a bar near the 5 star hotel"

You smile at the girl "thank you for telling me, I'm gonna go there now" you bow at each other as you said that

When you arrived at the bar, you smell a strong scent of alcohol and that makes you wanna throw up, after minutes of finding Tobio, you finally see him

Your point of view

I was about to go to my husband when I noticed a girl sitting on his lap

She's sexy, she's beautiful, she has fair skin, she has a flawless hair, every millisecond I look at her I feel ashamed of myself 'is it possible that Tobio might be cheating to me?' 'does he really want a baby that he'll cheat to have one?' 'did I become that unattractive for him to find someone else?'

I came back to reality when I feel my lower abdomen aching as I scream out of pain tears running down my face

I see Tobio running towards me holding me by the side of my shoulder. My vision become blurry the noise disappear and eventually everything become black and I'm indulge by silence

Tobio's point of view

I'm currently in the bar with Shoyo and Kei, sipping beer from time to time

"so how's your little girl Kei-kun" Shoyo said making me look at Kei

"she's good, she can walk now actually" Kei said smiling to himself

"ahh I can't wait for our baby to come out" Shoyo said

"do you know the gender already?" Kei asked

"no, my wife wants it to be surprise" Shoyo said happily

"what about you Tobio? planning on having one?" Kei asked looking at me

I take a deep breath before answering "we're actually trying for almost 4 years now"

"so... Any progress?" Kei asked

"we actually kinda gave up a few months ago, but these weeks I've noticed that she's been having pregnancy symptoms but I didn't tell her that I noticed, because knowing her I'm sure she wants to surprise me if ever she finds out she is, I'm so happy, that is when last week I found a negative result pregnancy test in the trash bin" I told them as they look at me sadly

"c'mon Tobio-kun I'm sure you'll become a dad soon, just don't give up" Shoyo said cheering me up

We are talking about our life now and our life before we met our love ones laughing at our behavior before and the embarrassing things we do in highschool, that is before 3 girls sit on our lap grinding at us as we push them off of us

The girl on Kei's lap seems to be gone but the girls in my and shoyo's lap isn't moving as we keep trying to push them off making it look like we are grinding our members at the girls

"ahhhh!!" we hear a scream and I look to see (Y/N) holding her lower abdomen and looking like she's in pain, I push the girl in my lap hard as I run towards my wife and hold her by the side of her shoulder

I look down to see blood running down her thighs as she pass out making my heart clench already knowing what's going on

I pick her up and place her on the back passenger seat of the car and I drove off to the hospital

When we arrive at the hospital nurses quickly place her on the bed moving her in the E.R (emergency room) and telling me to stay outside the room where a line of chairs are in front

I bounce my knees, my hands grabbing my hairs praying for my wife to be ok

After a few minutes Kei and Shoyo arrived at the hospital sitting beside me, Shoyo comforting me by running his hands up and down my back

"you guys should go it's 3 am your wives are probably worried" I said looking at the floor

"call us if you need anything" Kei said as I nod at him

"don't worry Tobio-kun she'll be alright" Shoyo said and all I can do is smile at them as both of them goes home

A couple of minutes later a doctor came out of the room and I stand up

"she has a minor spotting, right now she's ok, but I don't think she'll be ok if she keeps taking medications and she has a sensitive pregnancy so as much as possible do not let her feel any kind of physical, mental, and emotional stress, I need to go now, if there's anything you need to ask I'm at room 241" he leave

I enter the room to see her asleep, I came beside here and kiss her hand softly

"I love you so much, I love you and our unborn child, I'm sorry for what happened, I can't live without you, I will protect you more especially now that you're pregnant"

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checked-windows · 3 years

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IN SERVICE

Aaron Hotchner x trans male reader

Warnings: references to addiction.

Jack had told his dad about his new friend 'Nero' and kept going on about him and his dad who was also 'so cool'. Aaron Hotchner had listened intently nodding when he felt like it was needed.

A few days later Jack was telling him. About how Nero had knocked him over and he'd scraped his knees. Aaron had been worried at the bandage that was wrapped around his sons knee. It had been Nero's dad who had patched him up and scolded the other boy.

Another week past and Aaron was taking Jack to the park for a team day out to enjoy the sun and a rare day off. They were all sat on a blanket watching the kids run about with a ball when a speeding mass of grey collided with Jack and had him pined to the grass. Aaron was on his feet in seconds panic rising in his chest making him feel sick.

"NERO!" a voice called from the side and a man was hauling the mass off of his son by its collar "Do you ever listen? You okay kiddo?"

"I'm fine Mr (l/n) ! Hello Nero!" Jack answered petting the large dog.

"Nero, apologise to Jack" you ordered and the dog licked Aaron's sons face. Jack was giggling and you finally released the dogs collar, smoothing down the fur "Run away again and your going to live on a farm"

Aaron was standing in mild shock when you turned to him with a sheepish smile.

"I'm so sorry about him. He seems to have taken a liken to Jack" the man said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's OK. I think I got a fright" Aaron responded "Aaron Hotchner, you must be Nero's dad then"

"That's me! (y/n) (l/n)" you answered and Aaron finally took you in fully. What he had originally thought was a strange shirt turned out to skin, littered with tattoos of all sorts, down your arms and across your stomach and chest. A shirt was tucked into the waistband of grey shorts. But it was two faint scars across your chest that drew Aaron's attention. He quickly snapped his eyes back up to meet yours and a small smile.

The dog was sniffing at Aaron's pants and you huffed a laugh.

"Maybe it's just Hotchner's he likes so much" you pointed out. Aaron reached out to let the dog sniff his hand and stroked over his head softly.

"What breed is he?" Aaron found himself asking.

"Tamaskan" you answered "They are bred specifically to look like wolves but honestly he's just a big softy"

Aaron seemed to remember that he was with the team and froze for a second.

"I'm going to get him home. It's hot out and he's gonna need a nap, you should get back to your team. Tell Jessica I say hi"

"Yeah I will do" Aaron said and you beconed the dog to follow, waving to Jack as he led the Nero away. Aaron turned back to the team who were pretty much leering at him at this point. He huffed at them with a glare that had no real heat behind it. Aaron began taking Jack to the park more to even catch a glimpse of you but fate never seemed to be on his side. A large part of him wished he had given you his card or something to contact him on. The agent eventually just excepted that he would most likely never cross paths again.

Emily Prentiss stepped into the tattoo parlour slowly a familiar dog catching her eye as she moved to the front desk. This would be the eighth shop that she had tried, the rest were either booked up or refused to do the work.

"I'm just going to send you straight through. We should be able to sort you out" the receptionist stated shoving things in her bag. Emily followed her gesture into the main part of the shop, the dog nudged her hip and lead her towards the man sitting on a swivel chair. You hair had been dyed an electric blue but when you looked up she knew your face, even only from a brief view. You breifly recognised her.

"How may I be of help?" you asked with a smile, Nero sided up next to you and you buried a hand into thick fur.

"I want to get a tattoo, over a brand" she said and you nodded. This was the 8th time she'd had this conversation and expected you to shut her down.

"Cool. How big of a brand are we talking?" you asked "And depending on the scarring it will most likely have to be greyscale but I can add a pop of colour if you wish"

Emily's eyes widened a bit and her shoulders slumped with relief.

"Are you OK?" you asked going to reach out but changed your mind before making contact.

"I was expecting you to tell me that it wasn't possible. That's what everyone else has said" she said. Nero rested his head on her thigh, she hummed stroking his head.

"I find tattooists in the area are a bit iffy about tattooing over scar tissue. I am too but I'm sure I can work it out for you" you said "How big are we talking roughly? And where is it?"

"I'll just show you" she said shucking off her blazer and unbuttoning her blouse to show the brand on her chest. You winced slightly before scooting closer and tilting your head to get a better look.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you asked and got a nod in return. You pulled on a black latex glove, and gently touched the brand, poking at the skin "Is this painful at all?"

"No, I can't feel much there anymore. I think the nerves were burned" she answered and you put a bit more pressure on it to see if she flinched away but she sat still and you nodded.

"Oh I'll be able to tattoo over this easily" you said pulling the glove off and throwing it in the trash "What do you think you'd want to cover it with?"

"I was thinking a bird or something" she answered quietly.

"A bird? I can do that gimme like 30 minutes to draw something up for you and you can tell me what you think." you said spinning the chair away from her to grab a notepad and pencil "Also I'll need your full name and some form of ID to photocopy. For our records"

"Are my credentials OK?" she asked and with you nod pulled them out of her pocket.

"Thank you" you said and peeked in the leather holder "Emily Prentiss"

You moved away to copy her details before coming back and handing it to her.

"I strongly recommend going to get something to eat while I'm getting this sorted for you. I wouldn't want to phone Mr Hotchner to say one of his agents has passed out in my studio" you were smiling and Emily followed the order. Going to the cafe around the corner sending a text to the team group chat.

E PRENTISS: I found out where Hotch's eyecandy works.

P GARCEA: ohhhhh! Where!?

A HOTCHNER: Not my eye candy.

E PRENTISS: Lucifers tattoos. He's dyed his hair blue.

D MORGAN: I was thinking about getting a new tattoo.

P GARCEA: very interesting indeed :)

Emily laughed at her phone and realised her 30 minutes were up and headed back to the studio where Nero met her at the door and lead her back to his human who was finishing wrapping the chair. You looked up and laughed.

"Clearly he likes you, Mr chauffeur" you laughed and the dog bounced away to his bed in the corner.

"He's very well trained" she pointed out sitting down when you patted the padded chair.

"Only when he's wearing his vest. When he's not he knows he can misbehave cause he's not working" you said and sat on the swivel chair again holding something that looked an awful lot like a hospital gown out to her. "Nero is a service dog. He helps me with daily tasks like remembering to eat as well as being out in public spaces. He's also very good as noticing the signs of a relapse"

Emily shot you a look while he was flattening the stencil over the brand on her chest trying to keep your hands as gentle as possible.

"How's that for you?" you asked.

"That's perfect, it covers it amazingly" she said and got a grateful smile in return, you spun around and pulled out a fresh pair of black gloves from the box and started the needle.

"You good? Needing anything before we start?" you asked.

"Yeah and no I'm good" she answered. And you started the tattoo, she could see your chest moving when you breathed and moved hair from your forehead with an arm.

"I can hear the cogs turning in your head. Ask the question that's bugging you" you said keeping your head down

"You were an addict?" it left her mouth with far less tact than what she would have wanted.

"Yep. Nothing too hard but enough that I couldn't function as a 'normal' person, I couldn't hold a job this studio saved me" you said and wiped the ink gently "Nero keeps me functioning and safe"

"Well I'm glad your better now" she said and you smiled.

"Cravings come and go but I'll be fine. Oh if you find yourself talking your team don't mention this to them, Nero likes Jack" you said and laughed. The conversation lulled and the sound of the needle filled the room.

"Do you want to take a break?" you asked and got a nod in return "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, no it's OK" she answered. You removed the gloves and throwing them away before stretching out your legs and grabbing a bottle of something green out of a mini fridge. Nero whined loudly and you laughed.

"I'll be back in 5. He needs to pee" you said tapping you thigh so that the dog followed him. Emily noticed the badges pinned to the dogs vest, each clearly outlining the position of service animal and 'do not touch'. You wandered out a door and were away for close to 10 minutes before coming back you looking at the dog with a scowl.

"I cannot believe you did that. Pissing on a car. You're better than that" you huffed before sitting back on your chair and putting a fresh set of gloves on. "Ready?"

"Yeah. I think so" she answered.

"We can stop here and continue another day" you offered leaning back slightly.

"If I don't finish it today, I never will" she responded and you shrugged before putting the needle back to her skin. An hour and a half past before you were putting the needle down and cleaning her skin gently.

"All done" you said "You wanna see it?"

"Please" she breathed and you pulled a hand mirror off the tray next to you holding it so she could see. "It's beautiful thank you"

You smiled and let her keep looking while you tapped a tablet before handed it to her and she looked at the price.

"$200?" she asked eyes widening. You nodded slowly "Surely it's more than that"

"We have a deal on. Half price for cover ups on hateful or hurtful tattoos. I know the brand isn't a tattoo but I'm sure it's definitely hurtful, especially to the wearer" you said before directing her how to pay. Emily tried not to cry as joy filled her heart. She tapped the tip button and typed in $100, paying and handing the tablet back to him. You didn't notice to begin with until you did and smiled softly at her.

"Thank you" you said and put the tablet down "Try not to put a lot of pressure on it and if you need to put a vest on put some tissue over it in order to keep it happy"

She hugged you gently with another 'Thank you' before leaving the studio.

You were suprised when more FBI agents flooded the studio one after another, sometimes weeks apart. You didn't mind in all honesty, they were all lovely people and learning about them was an interesting endeavour , Derek Morgan had a son but loved his job equally, Jennifer Jaraue wasn't too sure of her own sexuality but had two sons to worry about, Penelope Garcia tried to see the good in everyone and everything but had definitely seen too much in her life, David Rossi (hadn't gotten a tattoo) but had spoken to you for a solid two hours about your' life and how you were doing a nice thing for his team and Spencer Reid had come in to get a constellation over scars on the crook of his elbow and told you the story behind them. You had felt something snap in your heart for the doctor once he had told you about Hankel, Spencer had been forced into addiction, you had not, you had chosen it.

More time past before you bumped into Aaron again, and by bumped we meant Nero had threw himself full force at the FBI agent bowling him over. You knew immediately who it was even before the man's shout of indignation reached your ears and raced after the dog screaming his name.

"Nero! I see you pup" Aaron laughed ruffling the dogs fur. You stopped next to them and hauled the dog off panting for air.

"I swear he just loves you and Jack" you huffed and helped the man to his feet. The man laughed and shook his head.

"I wanted to give you this" he said handing a small card over "It's got my number on it"

"Thank you" you said taking the card and smiling at it before shoving in your pocket. You didn't know if calling him was a good idea but it didn't need to happen because you bumped into him first, full on face into his chest.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry" you rushed before even noticing who he was, it was the laugh that made it through the panic "Oh Agent Hotchner. Hello. I'm sorry"

"It's alright" he steadied you with a half smile. "However while I have you in front of me I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me?" Aaron asked "Dinner or drinks or I don't know something"

"Can Nero come?" you asked raising an eyebrow. Aaron laughed and nodded. Nero sniffed the bottom of Aaron's pants again and their hands brushed slightly.

"Listen, I'm not suggesting that we-" Aaron started but you were moving close to him grabbing the lapels of his jacket and hauling your bodies together, leaning up to press your lips together.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while" you said a blush rising up your neck. Aaron cupped your jaw and pulled you towards him bringing lips back together, tattooed fingers gripping his suit jacket.

"So was that a yes?" Aaron asked breathless. You laughed stepping back to pick up Nero's leash.

"Yeah. It is" you answered your other hand coming up to brush your lips.

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Absentee

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/N fell in love with Jason Todd, she didn’t realize the normalcy she lost would become such a problem in their relationship. And she didn’t know how much pain it would cause to hide her boyfriend’s secrets.

Word Count: 4,600 – One Shot

A/N: This is probably a really personal story. And you all might hate it or not relate to it. But oh well...

Y/N had her music playing in her headphones just quietly enough so she could hear them announce when her plane was boarding.

Between corporate holidays and what was left of her vacation days for the year, she was able to go home for a week and a half.

Only, she was hoping that this year she wouldn’t be going home alone.

But when Jason got sucked into a case two weeks before their flight back to her hometown, she knew there was no way he’d be accompanying her.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just–“ Jason had tried to tell her when she realized they weren’t going to be spending the holidays together.

“You don’t have to apologize. There are more important things right now than meeting my crazy family,” Y/N laughed lightly. “But they’ll be bummed.”

Jason still looked so down guiltily. He knew that Y/N had been downplaying how excited she was for her family to meet him.

Yeah, Y/N was upset, but her family was even more upset. Being in a different part of the country and them never putting in the effort to visit her, they had yet to meet Jason. Even when the two of them had been dating for 10 months.

Y/N had met all of Jason’s brothers, along with Bruce and Alfred. It had all been against his will, his family strategically running into them or invading his apartment when they knew Y/N would be there. Jason acted annoyed by it, but Y/N knew he was happy for her to meet them and without him having to act like he cared.

But Jason had only ever waved on FaceTime to her family or sometimes answered calls from them when Y/N left her phone next to him and went to another room.

It wasn’t like Y/N needed her family’s approval. She knew what she wanted and what was best for her. Their opinions didn’t hold as much weight with her as they thought.

But Y/N also had never introduced her family to a boyfriend before. Things either fizzled out before then or the relationship was so casual that the thought of even mentioning a boy-toy’s name in passing to her family made her want to jump out a window.

———

“So Jason couldn’t get out of work last minute?” Y/N’s older sister, Kate, asked as they drove to her house after picking her up from arrivals.

And so it began.

“No,” Y/N answered. “His boss is sort of an asshole. He’s a workaholic and can’t fathom why anyone else would ever be anything different.”

The truth was that Jason didn’t really have a job. When it came to income, Jason was resourceful. He was still a hitman for hire. But once the killing part of that job stopped – which was long before Y/N ever met him – it didn’t rake in as much money. Most of his money was either stolen from criminals or he would work odd jobs here and there.

However, the lie Jason and Y/N had agreed on was that he was a mechanic. And Jason did know absolutely everything there was to know about cars and motorcycles. He’d even promised Y/N that if she ever decided she wanted him to drop the vigilante life, he would do just that and start his own mechanic shop. But Y/N knew better than to ever ask that of him.

“Cars don’t stop breaking – even around the holidays,” Y/N joked darkly.

“Mhmm,” her sister answered.

Y/N already knew what her family thought of her boyfriend’s “job”: it wasn’t good enough for them.

The only reason they let it slide was because they knew Bruce Wayne was his adoptive father. Therefore they interpreted Jason’s ‘lack of ambition’ as his personal rebellion against his privilege and upbringing.

“Mom said he sent flowers and a bottle of wine to the house today and apologized for not being able to make it,” Kate added.

Y/N quickly looked at her in surprise.

“So I’m guessing from your reaction that it wasn’t your idea,” Kate teased.

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “He didn’t even tell me he did that.”

That was a Bruce Wayne move for sure. It didn’t matter that Jason had a rocky relationship with him, the Wayne charm and manners were deceivingly contagious.

————

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and Y/N decided to finally unpack. And she was surprised to find two of Jason’s t-shirts hidden in her bag. They were her favorites of his, always stealing them. Mostly she wore them to lounge around the apartment or to wear to bed. But her favoritism was in no way hidden.

Jason must’ve snuck them in her bag while she wasn’t looking.

Y/N smiled as she grabbed one of the shirts and raised it to her nose. It still smelled like him.

It was enough to make her feel guilty for not having called him yet. She’d texted him that she landed, but other than that, she’d been pretty silent.

She grabbed her cell and dialed.

“Hey, you.”

He always answered her calls as if they made his day, even if she’d called him multiple times that day already. His reaction to her calls never failed to make Y/N smile.

“I didn’t really expect you to pick up,” Y/N admitted.

“Always got time for you,” he answered lightly.

But then she heard background noise: wind blowing, distant sirens, people shouting at each other nearby.

Jason was on patrol. Or maybe he was doing some recon.

But Y/N knew not to ask.

“I see some of your clothes made the trip,” Y/N commented through a smile. Jason could hear the smile in her voice. “Those t-shirts have a mind of their own…”

“And my mom thought the flowers and card were sweet,” she added.

“I might not have met her yet, but I know that’s not gonna be enough to win her over,” Jason answered darkly.

Y/N didn’t say anything, because they both knew he was right.

“Flight was fine?” Jason asked, changing the subject.

“Mhmm.”

“I miss you.”

Y/N shook her head and laughed. “No, you don’t. I’ve been gone for like 12 hours.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She rolled her eyes. “Always the romantic.”

More sirens could be heard. They sounded closer this time. “Are you being careful?” All playfulness had disappeared from her voice.

“Of course.”

Y/N sighed. “Jason, I’m serious. Please, be safe.”

“I know. I know. Don’t worry about me.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen, J.”

He ignored her comment. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

————————

To say Y/N’s time at home was rough…was an understatement.

If Y/N wasn’t being asked a million questions about Jason, she was being interrogated for why he wasn’t there. And if Jason wasn’t the subject of the conversation, people acted like she was single – some even talking about setting her up.

Y/N realized she preferred the former.

Every year, her family threw a giant party.

And for the past five years, Y/N had always been the only one that was single. All of her siblings, all of her cousins, all of their family friends, all of their neighbors…every single one of them had a significant other during those years.

Everyone...except her. Now, this year, all of them had kids or were expecting.

It was exhausting.

Sometimes Y/N felt like they were all robots programmed to do the exact same things at the exact same time – no original thought to be had.

Y/N would be lying if she didn’t spend most of the party wishing Jason was at her side. He would make fun of awkward situations with her. And he would stick up for her when her family teased her a little too much.

The other thing Y/N wasn’t prepared for was unintentionally studying her family’s boyfriends or husbands. She felt like she was watching everyone’s relationships through a different lens now that she herself had her own. And to put it as kindly as possible…she was not impressed.

Y/N noticed how none of the men offered to help in the kitchen, instead deciding to sit on the couch and watch football and scream at the television. Or how when her cousin handed her son to her husband, and he acted like he didn’t even know how to hold the one year old. And later, when his diaper needed to be changed, he handed him back to his wife as if he had no idea how to do it himself.

Yet her family was stuck on Jason not being able to visit or that he was a mechanic.

What did someone’s job matter if they treated her like she was their world and he the best thing to ever happen to her?

If Jason were here, he would be in the kitchen cooking. And if they had a kid, it would be a 50/50 job – not a burden only Y/N had to bare. He would try to get to know everyone because he would want to know the people who raised the woman he loved. He’d make sure to check in on Y/N every once in awhile, making sure she didn’t need anything.

Thinking about it all made Y/N miss Jason even more.

Needing to get some air, she decided to go outside and let the winter chill refresh her. It had been getting too hot in the house.

Y/N pulled her phone out of her back pocket and tapped Jason’s name.

“Hey, you.”

“Hi,” she sighed.

Just hearing his voice made her feel a bit better and tension left her body.

“What’s wrong?” Jason quickly asked.

“Nothing. Just…wanted to check in.”

For a second, she was going to explain that she had the sudden realization that all the men connected to her family were trash. And witnessing it was making her miss him more. But she didn’t really want to waste her breath and she figured she’d just come off dramatic more than sincere.

“Are you at your apartment?” She asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave for patrol in a bit…”

Then Y/N’s mind suddenly thought, ‘Fuck it.’

“Jason?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“If you were here…” She began softly.

“Mhmm,” he encouraged.

“What would you be doing?”

Jason was a bit confused by the question for a second. But he slowly got what she was asking.

“Well,” he took in a shallow breath. “I would’ve stolen Alfred’s famous chocolate chip cookie recipe and whipped up those bad boys to bring over. And I’d pretend to care about football with your dad.”

That made Y/N laugh.

“I’d help your mom in the kitchen, even when she pretended not to want it.”

“Really laying it on thick, huh?”

But Y/N knew he was right. Jason was the cook between the two of them – and a good one, too. He also was a helper. He couldn’t sit back and watch someone do something while he did nothing. No matter how big or small.

“Shhh,” Jason reprimanded and then continued. “But most importantly, I’d try to get as many embarrassing stories about you as I possibly could.”

“Well, thank goodness you’re not here then,” she teased with a roll of her eyes.

Jason was quiet a second before he asked, “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“All my family’s boyfriends and husbands are losers. And I guess I’m just now realizing it.”

“Ahh,” Jason noted.

Now he really knew why she’d asked her question.

“It’s snowing here,” he told her as he looked out the window. “It’s almost making Gotham look pretty.”

“Are you going to the manor for Christmas?”

“Probably not,” Jason answered.

“Jason,” she grumbled. “What are you going to do instead? Sit in your apartment alone?”

“I’m gonna patrol. Crime doesn’t take holidays, Y/N.”

“Cheesy,” she pointed out. “Please be with your family, Jason. I don’t want you to be alone. OK?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Y/N knew that was as good as it was going to get.

Then she felt something on her cheek and she looked up. “Hey, it just started snowing here, too…” She told him with her head tilted back.

“I love you,” he sighed.

“I love you, too. Be careful tonight, Jason.”

Y/N gave herself a few more moments outside before returning to the party.

When she walked back inside, she immediately heard her name. But no one was calling to her.

She was being talked about.

She recognized her mom and sister’s voices, and then a couple of her aunts. They were talking around the corner, completely unaware that Y/N was in hearing distance.

So Y/N couldn’t help but linger.

“She says he works a lot. Every time I facetime her, he’s never there,” her sister Kate told the women. “I wouldn’t even really know what he looked like if it weren’t for her photos that she’s sent me. He doesn’t have any social media.”

“I just can’t believe he couldn’t get work off. Around the holidays?” Her mom added in utter disbelief. “Sounds like it won’t be surprising when she finds out he’s been unfaithful,” one her aunts commented.

The group hummed in agreement, but also disappointment.

“He doesn’t even live in Metropolis. He lives in Gotham,” her mother supplied, only further backing the idea that Jason wasn’t committed. “God knows why. But I hate that Y/N is constantly going there. No good news comes from that city.”

Y/N clenched her teeth in anger.

If only they knew the truth about Jason.

He was a hero and risked his life every night for an entire city – a city that had done nothing but hurt him. And he was 20 times the man than any of the men in their family.

She just wanted to scream at them for being so judgmental about a person they’d never even met.

But she couldn’t.

So Y/N stormed up to her childhood bedroom and decided she had enough of the party.

She shouldn’t have come home for the holidays. She would’ve rather waited for Jason to get back from his Red Hood work than listen to her family misjudge the first man she ever truly loved and wanted to share with them.

————————

Y/N was so tired when she got off the plane.

She felt like a zombie as she walked to baggage claim to grab her duffle.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find her boyfriend waiting for her in arrivals.

Y/N had told him she would just get a car.

But Jason seemed to have other ideas.

Y/N’s entire face brightened at the sight of him.

She practically ran to him and jumped into his arms.

Jason chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her words muffled by his body.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” Jason said through a smile before he kissed her head.

Y/N didn’t respond, just held him tightly.

“Come on. Let’s get your bag and head home,” he finally told her.

—

“So, how was it?” Jason asked once they got into his car. Y/N shrugged, “It was fine.”

Her lack of details and curt response was enough warning for Jason to realize things were not totally fine between them.

He didn’t bother asking for more details during the car ride home. Instead, he answered all her questions about what he had been up to, how the case was going, if his family was alright.

Once they got back to Y/N’s apartment in Metropolis, the grace period seemed to be over.

Y/N had grown quiet as she moved around her apartment, unpacking and putting all her things away.

Jason walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as she folded clean clothes. “This might be a shot in the dark. But I can’t help but feel that you’re not happy with me,” he finally pointed out.

She didn’t answer or look at him, just kept folding.

“Did something happen while you were at home?” Jason pushed.

She still didn’t answer. So Jason reached for her hands, holding them gently.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I just didn’t expect how hard it was going to be…” she finally whispered with a bowed head.

“What would be?”

“Just going home without you,” she explained.

“Did something happening?”

“I mean, kinda? Not really. They just…” she hesitated. Did she really want to confess all of this to him? She knew it would only hurt him. "They think you’re a bad boyfriend.”

Jason just nodded slowly.

He should’ve seen this coming. Of course her family didn’t think he was good enough. How could they think anything different?

“I’m just…fucking frustrated,” Y/n groaned. “I knew what I was getting into when you told me about your other life and who you really were. I was willing to keep your secret and protect it. I just never thought about how hard it would be keeping it from my family.”

She shook her head. “They think you’re not committed or something. And that…that you’re probably cheating on me.”

The idea of him ever doing that her made Jason sick to his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled.

“What?” Y/N gasped. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But I have,” he argued. “I put you in this position.”

“No, I did. I did when I fell in love with you,” she clarified.

“But I don’t want you lying to the people you love.”

“I’m not telling you this because I’m mad at you or blame you, Jason. I’m trying to tell you why I’m frustrated.”

She rubbed her face. “I just want them to know what an amazing person you are...and how brave and selfless. How you take care of me and love me and…and protect me.” Her eyes began to water. “They’re never gonna know the real you…even when they do meet you. And I fucking hate it.”

“So what if you told them?” Jason offered.

Her eyes widened at that. “Jason…”

“I’m serious. What if you told them?”

She thought about it. But she already knew the answer.

“It wouldn’t do any good. If I told them, then they’d be worried about me. Worried that your other life was putting me in danger. Worried that I would get pulled into it.”

Jason knew she was right.

Her family probably preferred an absentee boyfriend over a vigilante.

“But I see how the shitty men that have joined my family are. And you’re nothing like them. You’re so much better. And they’ll never even know.”

“Come here,” Jason muttered before he pulled her to him.

He let her body sink into his as he held her.

“I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered as he rubbed her back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I always wondered what it would be like to finally been in a relationship – to just have someone on my team no matter what. I went to all those family gatherings thinking I’d never have it. And once I did, once I found you…” Her thoughts died out. “I just never expected it to be this way.”

“Do you regret it?” Jason asked as he pulled away to look in her eyes.

Her brow furrowed. “Regret what?”

“Being with me. Falling in love with me.”

Her heart broke at the question. “Oh, Jason. Of course not. Never.”

“What if I stopped?” He asked.

“No. I would never ask that of you,” she quickly shot down.

“I’d do it for you,” he tried to argue.

“I know you would. But I’m not asking. Because I know what it would do to you. Every time you’d see something in the news, you’d hate yourself. Because you would convince yourself that you could’ve stopped it. And maybe you would be right.” She took in a deep breath. “Red Hood isn’t just something you do. He’s a part of you. And even though I worry about you constantly, I’m never gonna tell you to stop.”

Jason took his time in reading her face.

“OK?” She pushed.

He nodded.

Then he embraced her once again.

“I’m sorry you have to keep my secrets,” he breathed into her hair.

————————————

Y/N walked into Jason’s apartment.

It was a Friday night and they agreed to have her come to his place this weekend.

Jason was always weary of her coming to Gotham, preferring her to stay in the safety of Metropolis.

He knew they couldn’t do the distance forever, and eventually they’d move into together. But he wasn’t ready to leave Gotham yet. And he didn’t want Y/N to lowering herself to such a city.

“J!” Y/N called when she walked in.

He had given her keys to his apartment quite early in their relationship, and told her she was welcome at his place any time. However, he wasn’t a fan of her getting there after dark. Gotham was Gotham, and he didn’t like her wandering around the city by herself just in order to give him a surprise visit.

An envelope on Jason’s kitchen counter caught her attention.

She nosily looked at it and saw that they were plane tickets to her hometown with both of their names on each of them.

She heard Jason walk up behind her. “What’s this?”

“A surprise,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean?” She laughed.

“We’re gonna visit your family,” he explained casually. “I called your mom and sister to find a weekend that worked.”

Y/N was shocked to silence.

“I know I fucked up when I couldn’t go with you during the holidays. I know this isn’t gonna solve everything. But I figured…it’s start.” Before he could say more, Y/N threw her arms around him.

————

Jason Todd knew how to throw on the charm. And no matter how thick he laid it on, it always felt sincere.

Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend interacting with her family.

He knew so much about each of them already, that he knew exactly what to talk about with every one of them.

For their long-weekend visit, they had decided to stay with her sister.

Jason knew she would be the hardest to win over and was the most protective over Y/N. He made it his personal mission to befriend her and show her how much he loved her little sister.

Y/N never said so, but Jason knew how important it was to her that Kate approved of him.

However, Jason hadn’t been able to have a conversation alone with her all weekend.

Until their last morning there.

Y/N was still sleeping when Jason had made his way to the kitchen.

He figured he could make Kate and her husband breakfast after housing them for a long weekend. And he made sure to start a pot of coffee while he was at it.

Halfway through making his specialty waffles, Kate walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted, clearly surprised to find Jason cooking in her kitchen.

“Morning,” Jason greeted.

“This is a surprise,” she said as she looked around the kitchen.

“There’s coffee if you want some.”

“T-Thanks…” she managed to mutter. “Do you need some help?”

“Nope. I got it. You just relax.”

Kate seemed to be unsure of how to behave when she was alone with her little sister’s boyfriend, and eventually sat on the kitchen stool with her coffee.

“Do you cook a lot?” She finally broke the silence with her question.

“I enjoy it,” he answered with a shrug. “I figured it’s the least I can do for you guys putting us up.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jason.”

He continued cooking.

Kate figured this was her opportunity to get to know Jason – and not just through Y/N’s eyes. So, she started asking him question after question, and he seemed happy to answer them. Kate was surprised to find out about Jason’s traumatic childhood, making him realize that Y/N must’ve only shared his relation to Bruce Wayne and nothing more about his life before becoming an adopted Wayne.

Jason wasn’t surprised Y/N kept that part of his life to herself. She was protective of him that way. She always felt like his past was his story to tell, not hers.

“I know missing the holidays didn’t leave the best impression,” Jason told her after they’d been talking for awhile.

“You really mean a lot to Y/N. And your opinion matters more to her than you might think,” he added as he crossed his arms.

Kate seemed a little taken aback by how unafraid he was of confrontation.

He seemed more mature for his age – maybe for hers, even.

“I know I’m not going to win any of you over from just a single trip,” Jason continued. “But I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I get there.”

Kate smiled at that.

“I love her,” he told her quietly, but with determination. “She’s…Well, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Then he smirked. “And I’m not dumb enough to do anything to fuck things up with her.”

He took in a shallow breath. “I just…I just needed you to know that.”

Kate’s heart swelled from hearing her little sister’s boyfriend confessing his love for Y/N.

“Thank you for telling me that,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from crying. “I worry about her. And I hate that she’s so far away sometimes. I miss her.”

“She misses you, too,” Jason assured her.

“Thank you for taking care of her. I’m suddenly realizing you’re the only reason she’s eating anything that’s not out of a takeout container.”

Jason laughed. “I plead the fifth.”

Before any more could be said, Y/N walked into the kitchen as if she was sleep walking.

“Well, look who it is…” Jason teased.

Y/N walked to him silently, clearly wanting cuddles.

Jason chuckled at her, but gave her what she wanted. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He had kept the PDA at an absolute minimum while he had been around Y/N’s family. But he couldn’t help it when Y/N was her sleepy and adorable self.

“You sleep OK?” He tried to whisper to her.

But Kate still heard it and pretended to look down at her phone.

Y/N nodded into his neck, making him chuckle at her more.

This was new for Kate, seeing her sister being loved and loving someone. Her instinct was to say it made her uncomfortable. But it was just something she wasn’t used to.

Soon Kate’s husband woke up and they all ate breakfast together.

And a few hours later, Y/N and Jason were packed and their was a Lyft was waiting outside to take them to the airport.

Jason hugged Kate and her husband and thanked them for hosting them. Then he grabbed Y/N’s bags and gave her a moment alone with her sister as he took their stuff to the car.

“I think I owe the two of you an apology…” Kate told her little sister.

“You do?”

“I think I judged him a bit too much before really giving him a chance.”

Y/N winced, but nodded. “Yeah, you did, actually.”

“He really loves you.”

Y/N smiled. “He does.”

“I just want you to be happy, you know that right?”

“I know. But sometimes you think that what makes you happy is what would make me happy. Our lives are different. And we want different things. Just because my relationship looks different than yours doesn’t mean it’s worse in some way.”

Kate nodded sadly, knowing her sister was right. “I get that now.”

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A/N: I was inspired to write this when I thought about how my own family would react to me having a boyfriend like Jason Todd: a man who was secretly a vigilante and had a past too hard for anyone to ever imagine. Hopefully, other people can relate to this and it wasn’t too personal. 😬

Let me know what you thought!!!

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Her world or mine

I have no idea when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts half done so i finished it and- yh that's about it😅

This was meant to be based upon the song her world or mine but i got off track so its only loosely based upon it.

word count: 3640

Enjoy!

He hasn't used the truck for weeks, he had no reason to anymore, being in it only brought back memories of you. The long drives, the short drives too. The way you would hold his hand while he was driving or how you would remind him to pay attention to the road when he looked in your direction for too long. All the memories were fresh within his mind- almost as if it was yesterday.

Even now, he was only sitting in it, he had to do the beer run and obviously that couldn't be done on a bike, he had to take the truck, but all he could think about was how you used to sit in the passenger seat beside him. He could see it in his mind so vividly, if he didn’t know you had moved on he would swear you were sitting with him.

Looking at the dash his gaze caught the Polaroid photo that was still in its place next to the radio. Your face accompanied a smile whilst his had his usual ‘tough’ man expression, but if you looked close enough, you would be able to see a small smile placed upon his lips. You took it at one of the infamous Mayans parties, he remembered how it took you around 10 minutes to ‘convince’ him to take it, he wanted to take it from the moment you suggested it but he wondered how far you would go to get him to do it

“Please” you had been begging him for the last 5 minutes in attempt to get him to take a photo with you but to no avail

“No” you two were sitting on the bench outside the clubhouse, people surrounding the both of you, everyone was involved on their own conversations so neither of you paid any mind to them. Of course he was still aware of his surroundings but was more relaxed than usual

“But come on” you begged

“No y/n” he kept his face as straight as he could but you could slowly see a shadow of a smirk forming upon his lips

“Why?”

“No face no case” he shrugged with a slight smirk on his face, clearly that was a lie. Not even 20 minus prior you had taken a photo of all of the club members standing outside of the clubhouse per bishop’s request so he could frame it and hang it somewhere within the clubhouse to show off the members.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so adamant? “He questioned

“Because”

“Because what?” standing up he motioned for you to do so as well,

“Just because”

“Come on follow me”

Standing up you took this hand as led you away from the party,

“Where are we going?”

“To take this god damn photo”

Recalling that night he felt a pain inevitably run across his chest, sure you two were only friends when it was taken but that night was the foundation for building the relationship you two once shared.

Why had he been so stupid to let you go?

He knew he would have to drive past your place to get to the brewery, it was inevitable really. There was no other way unless he was going to drive an extra 30 minutes, which he didn't have time for.

when he reached the turn in to your street he slowed down a little, looking at your house from a distance he could see a car he didn’t recognize in the driveway. As he got closer he could see two people on the porch, he immediately recognized you accompanied by some guy.

Of course you had someone else.

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Sitting on the couch you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to him, you missed his smile, you missed the way he would have a running commentary while watching anything on the TV, you missed how he would hold you after a long day, you missed everything about him.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?”

You did nothing but hum in response

Your brother had elected to stay with you for a few weeks while he was on a business trip for some type of expansion for the company he worked for. Originally it was a good idea, it kept you mind off Ez, but the more time your brother was here, the more he talked about his wife back home and how he couldn't wait to get back to her just made you think about how you don't have someone in your life to look forward to anymore, you no longer had someone you could tell everything to, someone who would stay by your side, someone you knew would be waiting for you when you were away from home. As much as you loved your brother, you were thankful he was leaving tomorrow

“Im gonna go get a drink” standing up you heard your brother mumble something in response but you elected ignored him and heading to the kitchen.

As you approached the fridge you spotted the picture of you and Ezekiel stuck on the door. You were pretty sure it was Coco who had taken when him, you, Ez and Angel went over the border for a day because none of you had anything to do and for some reason Mexico was the first thing that was suggested. You had been meaning to get rid of it but couldn't bring yourself to. Alot of memories were collected between the four of you, some of them you were just not ready to let go of yet.

By now he was probably already in another relationship so why were you still holding on?

Grabbing a bottle of water you headed outside and sat on the porch steps. You knew there was a party at the clubhouse tonight, Angel had invited you to come, but you knew Ez would be there.

Did you really want to see a girl all over him while you're still here alone? Because that would definitely happen

Maybe he wouldn't be there? Or maybe he would be too busy doing stuff to even realize you were there

You were too wrapped up in your own mind to even realize your brother had stepped outside till you heard a creak from the wood behind you

“Y/n?”

“Yeah”

“you okay?" He asked sitting beside you

“yep"

You two sat in silence for a few moments before he started talking once again

“I love you ye? Don’t let that boy ruin you. He lost you by his own fault. You did nothing” he rambled on about how you should have been treated better and how Ez lost the best thing he could ever have. But you knew he was wrong.

Ezekiel always treated you like a queen, your brother met him one time and barely spoke to him for longer than five minutes. As far as you were concerned you brother didn't know anything about him

While he was rambling you were looking into the distance, mainly just looking at the sky but you could have sworn you saw his truck drive past, but maybe you were just seeing things right? His truck wasn't the only one, there were probably millions of them.

The party was in full swing, people were everywhere, the room full of patches from all over. mass amounts of people from charters were visiting in celebration of a new deal with the sons, leaving Ez to tend the bar along with some hang rounds.

Wiping down the bar he couldn't help but think about you for the billionth time today. He knew you two broke things off but it didn't mean you had to leave everyone from the club behind as well as him.

"Bro what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel questioned

"Nothing" shrugging his shoulders he dropped the bar rag and turned to get angel a beer from the fridge behind him

"Stop lyin man, what's going on in that head?" Angel knew his own brother better then to believe 'nothing' was going on with him, something was always going on up in Ez's brain, even if he didn't admit it

"I dunno man, I just think it's weird how y/n left us you know?" Ez shrugged again, handing angel a beer

"She didn't leave us. She’s distancing herself. Got a lot of family shit going on right now" he explained, you kept Angel in the loop with everything, after all he was your best friend even before Ez and you got together, if Ez wouldn't tell you something- Angel would.

"Just think it’s weird" Ez repeated, messing with the bar rag once again

"Ya well she’s coming tonight”

Before Ez could respond coco stood next to Angel

"Who’s comin?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before angel came up with an idea

"Just some random bird for our boy scout to bed"

"My man," Coco chuckled "finally gonna get your dick wet huh?"

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You knew this was a bad idea, you knew he would be here.

Was he going to be with another girl? Actually stupid question, of course he would be

Opening your phone you sent angel a text

‘I'm like five minutes out but i swear to God if you abandon me tonight i will hit you so hard that you can't remember anything for a week’

At least he would walk in with you so you weren’t alone right?

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Angel stood up abruptly in the middle of a conversation he was having

"Where the fuck you going?" Coco questioned, lighting a cigarette from the chair he was sitting in

"Meet a friend"

"A friend huh?"

"Yeah...maybe you'll like her" Angel replied before grabbing his beer and retreating towards the door.

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Walking through the gate you saw the front of the club littered with patches. Some of them were from different charters. Weird, angel never mentioned other charters visiting, by the look of the outside, you could only imagine the clubhouse itself is packed with people.

Scanning the crowd you spotted the person in question walking towards you

“Hey stupid face”

“good evening stupid head”

“that's basically the same thing i just said”

"oh shut up i couldn't think of insult fast enough”

Pulling you into a hug you couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. Angel was always like an older brother to you, an annoying one at that but still a brother.

It had been weeks since you saw him, being back in his company made you feel safe again, almost like a sense of home

He placed a kiss on your temple “We missed you here”

“Yeah, I know” letting him go you looked around, mainly to see if any of the other guys were in sight but also to see if coco was around, expecting to be attacked as per usual.

Angel took notice of you scanning the crowd “He's inside”

“Hmm? Sorry I got no idea what you're on about”

Pulling you into his side he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “sure ya don't”

Walking inside you scanned the crowd once again, thankfully coco was nowhere to be seen for the moment and most of the guys were spread out around the room. Bishop and Taza were playing pool, Gilly and Creeper were sitting at the table in a conversation whilst hank sat opposite them looking at something on his phone, Ez was tending the bar like usual but this time he was accompanied by some hang rounds.

At least there isn't girls hanging off him yet

“C'mon let’s get a drink huh” angel lightly shoved you towards the bar playfully.

“No”

“No?” his eyebrows raised playfully

“No and if you try to make me go over there with you i promise i will embarrass you” you laughed

“Fine”

After he got the drinks you both sat at a table in the corner for a while talking, the majority of the topics were about what had been happening while you were distanced from everyone.

Eventually Coco spotted you two and joined in the conversation. you sat talking to the two of them while everyone else was up to their own things, you didn't mind, the both of them combined made for some very interesting storys, the conversation could never die. After around 10 minutes, Angel had left you two alone saying he “wasn't bout to listen to this shit ''- which was super ironic considering the topic of conversation was about modifications for a new bike coco had brought a few days ago

“How does your bike handle anyway? I heard they are bottom heavy and hard to manoeuvre sometimes” you questioned. overtime Ez had taught you some things about bikes, mainly when he was just rambling about random things not thinking you were really paying attention to what he was saying

“It’s alright i guess, sometimes it slips when I lean too far on corners, other times it tends to not wanna go the way I need to but other than that it handles pretty well, arms hurt like a bitch after long ride though” he explained

Nodding your head you understood where he was coming from, having your arms at that angle for hours must have taken its toll

“Ay '' he nodded his head towards someone behind you, Turning your head you saw it was Ez walking through the door with Angel, seemingly engrossed in some type of conversation they were having.

Despite spotting him earlier you only scanned over his appearance but now you actually took a good look at him, he looked different, not much but still different from before. His hair was in the same style but it little more grown out then usual, his facial hair had grown out a little too. His eyes had bangs underneath them and his face looked drained.

All in all he looked like shit.

“You know he’s not the same without you right?” bringing your attention back to coco you couldn't help but feel like you were to blame, maybe if you fought harder of him you two would have never split.

“You two spoke since?” he questioned

“Nope...I got a few drunk calls saying he was sorry but other than that. No” you shook your head.

After you two first broke up he called you around a week later rambling about something but since he was slurring his words- you could barely understand anything he was saying. You got about 2 voicemails of him saying he was sorry and how he fucked up but- you never spoke to him, never texted him back when he would ask you if you were coming to one of the parties.

“The amount of times we've had to stop him from drunk calling you is unreal”

Playing with the label on the beer bottle in front of you, you thought about what coco said- clearly Ez had attempted to talk to you at some point, but why? The whole breakup was because he needed “space” to deal with some things so why was he trying to talk to you?

“He wanted space, I gave it to him” you shrugged, slowly peeling off the label

“Didn’t mean you had to leave us too” looking up from the bottle you saw coco was now avoiding your gaze

“Yeah...I know” maybe it was wrong of you to drop everyone, but being around them would have only brought back memories of you and Ez. At the time it seemed like a good idea to distance yourself from all of the guys, but now, despite only being here for a hour, you could tell how much you really missed being around them.

“You know he’s walking over here right?” Dropping your head onto the table you let out a sigh causing coco to laugh “I’ll leave you two alone huh?” lifting your head up you looked at him with a facial expression as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ but he did anyway

“Y/n” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t believe he was saying your name again

“Ezekiel”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking” sitting up straight you turned in your seat to look at him. He looked even worse up close- the bags under his eyes were alot darker then they seemed from a distance, they made it appear like he hadn’t slept for days, you couldn’t help but notice he had a bruise slowly forming on top of his right eyebrow.

“What happened there?”

He looked confused for a moment till you pointed to his eyebrow

“Oh I erm…got into a fight.....with a wall” his eyes were trained onto the floor, almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed in response not sure how to respond without laughing

“So how have you been?” he questions

“Good i guess..how about you?”

“Alright I suppose”

What followed was nothing but silence between the both of you, neither of you knowing what to say. The sounds of other people talking and rock music became almost deafening as the two of you stayed silent

“Well this got really awkward fast” you spoke up causing Ez to laugh a little

“Yeah..yeah it did” he nodded

After a few more moments you stood from your chair “I'm just gonna-”

“Yeah go, i get it go ahead” he finished your sentence for you.

Nodding you quickly made your way outside, the yard was almost empty by now, people had either left for the night or had moved inside.

You spotted Angel sitting on the front steps fiddling with one of the rings on his hand while looking at something in the distance. You sat beside him in silence, neither of you even attempting to make conversation but simply just being trapped within your own minds.

When you and Ez broke up you knew things would change, you knew the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have the same conversations you would before, but you never expected them being so awkward.

Maybe it was just because the wound was still pretty fresh, after all it had only been just over a month

After a few minutes you heard the door behind you open as someone stepped out, seconds later a figure sat next to you, looking over you saw it was coco

“What we doin? havin a lil moment to yourselves” he asked lighting up a cigarette and offering the both of you one

“Yep” Angel responded, taking one and lighting it before looking somewhere in the distance once again. All three of you sat for a few minutes just looking at seemingly nothing in particular.

Maybe it won't be like this forever? At some point there has got to be a time where you can come to the club without feeling awkward because ez’s here.

You heard the clubhouse door open once more behind you and once again, you didn't turn around, but coco did

"Ay man sit" you heard him say as he snapped his fingers at space left beside him to whoever stepped out from the door. It didn't take long for whoever it was to sit down.

Much like he did with you and Angel, Coco offered the person a cigarette which they must of silently declined from the lack of verbal exchange.

There has to be a point when you and the club can all hang out together like before....there has to be a stage where you and Ez can talk like normal people without it being awkward….right?

Seemingly out of no were Coco spoke up, nodding his head towards two stacked benches on the opposite side of the yard "You think i could clear those in one attempt?"

Angel was the first to respond "Absolutely fucking not" he paused for a moment- looking where the benches were stacked "but I'd love to see you try"

"I bet $50 you fail and fall face first" someone spoke up, looking to your left you finally realized who stepped out earlier ..Ezekiel

"Bet, ill prove you wrong" coco stood, taking off his kutte and placing it on the stair rail "you two wanna place any bets?" Coco looked at you and Angel

"Nope, I'm good" you shook your head

"I bet $50 that you don't clear it" Angel responded

"You have no faith pretty boy" coco responded, shaking his head as he started to walk over to the benches

"This is going to end in a hospital trip" you stated making both Angel and Ez laugh

All three of you watched as coco seemed to examine the height of the two benches, planning the distance he would have to run to gain enough speed to propel himself over them and how he would land the jump

"You think he's gonna snap his nose again?" Ezekiel questioned

"Definitely" both you and Angel replied

All three of you watched as coco began to run towards the benches, from your angle it looked as if he could clear it....you were wrong.

Seconds later coco was laying face first in the dirt, one leg was on the floor while the other was stuck in a piece of wood on the bench that had broke underneath his weight

"I think i broke my nose" you heard coco exclaimed causing all three of you to laugh. The few people who were still outside drew their attention to the scene and started laughing too when they realized what happened.

"Ill go get some paper towels" you said, still laughing.

Maybe this was a sign nothing had changed between the four of you, that you could all still hang out and do stupid stuff like before

Maybe nothing has to change

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An| hope you enjoyed this fic. Honestly have no idea why or when i started writing this but 🤷🏼‍♀️ . *sorry for any spelling or grammar errors or any parts that don't make sense. only scanned it before posting it*

ALSO- i swear part two to the prank war is coming! Its just talking awhile for me to find a way to describe to things going on as well as being busy with other stuff.

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