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buckybarnesb-tch · 4 months

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Heyy I totally understand how you would feel uncomfortable about the Ed one so could you please do the insomnia one shot i cant wait to read it if you do xx

Internal Clock in Smithereens -Klaus M.

(Sorry this one took so long, I completely forgot I had nearly finished it)

She tried so incredibly hard to hide it.

The first 2 months of their relationship she came up with every excuse in the book to not stay the night at his house. Forgotten things, appointments the next day, family emergencies, and she had to give Klaus credit for putting up with it for 2 whole months before he began taking it personally.

Admittedly he considered she was just more comfortable sleeping in her own bed and so he had gone shopping and gotten the comfiest bed he could possibly find. He knew she liked it because she had drifted off on it for many naps at the strangest times, naps he always felt bad waking her up from for some reason he couldn’t identify, though she never complained.

He had also considered that she was uncomfortable around his siblings and so he set out to ensure they behaved themselves around her and they all did. Elijah loved Y/n, he was thrilled to finally meet his brothers redemption in human form, he knew this girl was it for his little brother and he would do anything he had to, to make sure she stayed with him. Even if that means controlling Kol.

Shockingly enough, Kol loved her as well. She distracted Klaus and kept him off of the youngest Mikaelson’s back, she also kept him in a mostly good mood which saved Kol many a time when he had screwed up again. Rebekah also enjoyed her (though it took her a while to warm up) after learning that Y/n was much different than her Scooby Gang friends and didn’t judge Rebekah. Y/n enjoyed spending time with the Original girl, going shopping with her, having days out just the two of them, basically giving Rebekah the best friend she had always wanted.

All 3 of his siblings would have done anything to make sure Y/n was comfortable in their home.

It was actually Elijah that proposed the possibility of her having sleeping troubles but Klaus dismissed this as he had seen her fall asleep in the oddest places at the oddest times.

When Klaus finally just asked her if she had reservations about being with him, she gave in and stayed over. She didn’t want him to think that she didn’t love him, or that she was afraid of him so she pushed through her discomfort and packed a bag, staying with him for the entire weekend.

The first day after Klaus woke up he had planned a day out for the both of them and though she was exhausted, she powered through. The second night she laid there, staring at the ceiling all night long with Klaus’ arms around her without the option of even reading on her phone, only getting about an hour and a half of actual sleep.

It was the third night that she finally snuck from his arms and ended up in the family room, reading a book. Klaus woke up around 2am and ventured off to find her, thoroughly confused as he could clearly see how exhausted she was when he looked at her eyes.

‘Love? What are you doing out of bed?’ He asked and she jumped, startled as none of the vampires in this house make noise when they walk. She had gotten used to identifying everyone she’s ever lived with by their footsteps but she can’t do it here.

‘I couldn’t sleep is all. Go back to bed Nik, I’m okay.’ He shook his head, moving to her and taking her into his arms with no effort at all.

‘I’m not going without you. Come on, I’ll make you some hot tea and you’ll fall right asleep.’ She shook her head this time and tried to get him to put her down. ‘I can compel you to help you relax…is that what it is? Are you scared of being here? I promise you that my siblings-‘

‘Nik! It has nothing to do with your family, I-‘ she heaved a heavy sigh, forcing her way to her feet and sitting back on the couch while he crouched down in front of her, taking her hands into his.

‘What’s going on, Love? I don’t understand-‘

‘I can’t sleep.’ She admitted, actually feeling good about finally saying it out loud to him. ‘I have had really bad insomnia since I was a kid. It started when I was 6, it’s why I end up napping in such strange places. I get so physically tired that my body eventually just passes out…it made for some interesting jokes with my family my whole life. That’s why I didn’t want to stay here, it’s even worse in unfamiliar places and I didn’t want to keep you up.’ Klaus paused, just watching his girls eyes as they looked over his face nervously.

‘Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n? It’s not a big deal!’ He eyes hardened and she glared at him angrily. ‘Let me rephrase that. It’s obviously a big deal that you can’t sleep. It sucks and I wish you didn’t have this problem, but it’s not a big deal to me.’ He hated how she looked up at him in that moment and he wanted so badly to comfort her, moving himself to the couch and pulling her onto his lap, kissing her head tenderly.

‘It’s embarrassing. Do you know how funny everyone thought it was when I was a kid? They got annoyed that I would be up watching TV all night but then be laughing about a new picture they took of me asleep leaning against the couch standing up. It was like my issues were a huge joke to tell at parties. My parents showed those humiliating pictures to everyone that listened, she sent one into school for my yearbook childhood picture. I don’t tell anyone…I should have just told you but I didn’t want to risk you finding it funny. God knows Kol would never let it go-‘

‘No one here will tease you, I’ll make sure of it. Now, let’s go get you to sleep. I don’t know how long compulsion will last but you’ll be able to get some rest. No more embarrassment over this, you had me worried sick, do you hear me love?’ She nodded, allowing her Hybrid to sweep her off of her feet and carry her back to his overly comfortable bed.

It turns out compulsion only works for about 3 hours at a time but considering how shitty her sleep normally is, it does wonders for her. Klaus is more than happy to wake up and compel her once again into sleeping for a few more hours and now that he can, he all but moved her into his home with him.

Apparently even a fucked up internal clock doesn’t stand a chance against a hybrid.

(This isn’t my best work. I wasn’t really into it and I feel like it really shows (even if it was already meant to be a short fic) but I hope you at least enjoy it a little bit)

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5mis4tunes · 10 months

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Chuuya Nakahara CAN dream. heres my PROOF. // stormbringer spoilers!!

[tl;dr - THINK ABT IT WITH CONTEXT!! PLEASE]

everyone who argues that its 'canon he cannot dream' uses the same point. the first line of stormbringer is "Chuuya Nakahara didn't dream." [page 14] which is an understandable misconception, but you're not thinking about the context. first of all, the phrasing is important. its not that he cannot dream, its that he didnt. he isnt incapable. i think this sentence is more-so to bring up his nightmares, he didnt dream, BUT, he had nightmares. what is actually happening in this scene is clarified in the third and fourth paragraphs.

"Swirling within his chest were the remnants of some intense emotion, although he couldn't remember what emotion, exactly. He'd been like this every day as of late. Chuuya gave up trying to remember and left his bedroom to take a shower."

the inference you can make here is that something in his sleep caused him to feel like this, but the second he woke up he was unable to recall exactly what it was. the only plausible explanation for this is that he had a nightmare. "For him, waking up was like a bubble emerging from within mud."

also, the specific "as of late" sentence is also proof that this only has to do with his nightmares. he cannot remember his nightmares. they are traumatic flashbacks, so his mind blocks them out when he wakes up. this is especially important to support why he doesn't remember his past, as he proceeds to shower and "He thought about who he was while the hot water poured down his body."

my next point is how embarrassed chuuya got when the albatross said, "Were so used to you randomly being in a bad mood once every month or so, but I gotta ask: Did something happen? A bad dream, maybe?" [page 21]

which is followed with "A bad dream. The instant he heard those words, Chuuya turned around, furious. "Nothing happened!" His rage violently shook the glasses in the pool hall."

i feel like he wouldve reacted differently if he was simply incapable of dreaming. its like he got embarrassed because he just realized what he had forgotten. what a silly defensive guy.

and my final point is that it just wouldn't make sense? at the end of stormbringer it suggests he is a human, so why would he be unable to dream? its something that doesnt make sense with any of his lore. my nightmare explanation makes a lot more sense for his character.

[this point is better proven that even if you don't remember ur dreams, as a human being you dream every single night regardless.]

SOO THIS is my essay that proves chuuya nakahara is capable of dreaming. the idea that he cant is really just a misconception from the line being taken out of context.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya #nakahara chuuya #chuuya lore #chuuya headcanons #chuuya hcs #bungo stray dogs #stormbringer #stormbringer bsd #bsd verlaine #arahabaki #soukoku #skk #chuuya x reader #chuuya x dazai

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tokkishouse · 1 year

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heyyy, okay so I read the cute lil Tighnari post and I died a lil (a lot actually, it was so cute pls my heart can't take it) If you have the time could you pls post more abt him 👁👁

I physically need more of that man, it doesn't really matter if it's sfw or nsfw or both. I just need more posts on this man or I will fall over and die 🛐

You 🤝 Me --> Needing more Tighnari content Say no more babes.

(Sfw) Tighnari as a Boyfriend

Characters: Tighnari x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, subtle yandere themes

WC: 0.8k words

Fennec foxes mate for life. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Tighnari is loyal to a fault. Some of the villagers and even fellow rangers may try to woo him, but his eyes are focused on you and you alone

This also applies in the opposite direction-- if anyone flirts with you, he's by your side and growling at the offender, canines bared and ready to bite. Poor Al-Haitham got a bit of a shock when an off-handed, semi-flirtatious statement earned him a bone-chilling glare from Tighnari and the feeling of claws around his neck. Please give this man all of your attention

Gets very excited if you groom his ears and tails-- he likes to keep them nice and presentable for you and what better way to do that than to have you preen as you see fit?

Speaking of grooming-- if you do a particularly favorable job at it, he'll purr. Idc if foxes cant purr, Tighnari can. It's barely audible, trading sound for power as it's strong enough to be felt all over your body. Once he's purring you've won-- you could ask him anything and he'll probably say yes to it

Always brings you something from his expeditions-- from flowers to unique plants and strange creatures-- as long as he's vetted it to be safe, Tighnari will bring it home for you to keep. His tail curls up in anxiety as he watches you carefully inspect the gifts he brings home, but it always relaxes when he sees your delighted smile and you look at him with such adoration keep your eyes only on him

Speaking of his tail, it's the biggest indicator of his mood. If it's still, he's either in a neutral state or very focused. If it's swaying back and forth, he's calm and perhaps happy-- the faster it sways the happier he is. If it drags behind him on the floor like it has no life, he's upset. And if it curls up very tightly he may be a tad excited.

It also naturally seeks you out. If you stand next to him, it automatically wraps itself around your leg, waist, or just all over your body. You're familiar and safe, and it's a way of staying as close and connected to you as possible. It does make for some unfortunate moments when one of you decides to move abruptly, tugging the poor thing hard and lightly spraining it.

He will lecture you if you get in trouble or hurt yourself, but not out of anger-- only frustration and worry. He loves you very dearly and he doesn't want to think of a world without you. Tighnari's lectures are just another way of him expressing his concern for you and your safety. This also means that before you go anywhere, even if it's down the road to a local merchant, he'll make sure you have an emergency pack fully stocked. He can't have you tripping over a root and injuring yourself, and without anything to self-treat, now can he?

The cooler seasons are the best time to cuddle with him-- the fur on his ears and tail get slightly thicker to adjust to the falling temperatures, which makes sleeping curled up against the tail all the more comforting. Its extra warmth makes cool breezes and nightly chills a thing of the past.

While he does have a nickname or two for you, he doesn't call you by it often. Saying your name is loving as it is-- it's your name. It carries the weight of your history and how far you've come-- who you are. To him, that is the most precious thing and every time he says your name, all that information floods his brain as he conjures up the image of you, his lovely partner. During more sappy and romantic moments though, he will throw in a nickname for you here and there.

He may tease and be sarcastic with you, but if you express your discomfort, he'll stop immediately. However, if you can match his snarkiness and shoot back your own witty retorts, you'll have him completely ensnared. An off-handed comment turns into a full-blown snark fest with neither of you willing to give up until you leave the other completely stumped. It makes those around you either annoyed or amused. After all, anyone that can keep up with Tighnari's wit is sure to make a worthy opponent.

All in all, Tighnari is a very caring boyfriend with his own quirks. If you're lucky enough to be chosen by him, you'll have quite the satisfactory relationship-- one that only inspires joy and free love. Just be mindful not to set off one of his more fox-like instincts. It often can get...messy.

Requests (both sfw and nsfw) are open~! If you want a nsfw version of this lmk

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact tighnari x reader #genshin impact tighnari #genshin headcanons #tighnari fluff #tighnari x reader fluff #tighnari headcanons #tighnari x reader #tokki writes

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crepuscularious · 5 months

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mansion

another imagine inspired by a song LMOAFJSOFA

in this, miguel is a ceo of alchemax, ironic isnt it? lol, i couldnt think of anything else

also how come doja is the most problematic artist but could still manage to keep a song stuck in all of our heads?

lastly, thank you!?!?!? i was so surprised my shit is suddenly getting like 100 likes and reblogs, im kinda running out of ideas for songs but yall could req anytime. to the most sweetest fluff as well as the most sluttiest smut! <3 thank you!

ceo!miguel x fem!reader

"baby, can you call me back? i miss you. its so lonely in my mansion"

you had married a man who you hardly even known at first, no lie. you guys met through an app and it just stuck. you went through all kinds of dates and all kinds of sloppy, full of drool kisses. he later revealed to you that he was a rich man who was a ceo. apparently, he never showed his face to the public, he was some kind of lady gaga 2.0

miguel was the sweetest, yes he was protective, and gets mad easily, but he knows his limits, especially towards you. someone hurts you? off with their heads! someone said you werent good enough for him? off with their heads! you get the point

it has been a week since you last saw him, normally he would let you accompany him everywhere, whether its a personal matter or he needs to go overseas for his work. but this time, you had stayed at home

"im sorry, amor. i really want you to let you come with me. but you know how it is at work, i wont be able to spend time with you there anyways" those were the words miguel said before leaving.

now, here you are. waiting for your dear husband, patiently, a little horny, but most of all, lonely. you couldnt help but sleep with his pillow wrapped around your arms and a leg on top of it, pretending youre snuggling up to him at night.

*incoming call from: mi vida ❤️*

miguel looks down at his phone, even if he was in the middle of a very important meeting, he would stop anything for you. what if it was emergency? what if she was bored? or worse, what if she was in the mood for phone sex!?

"hello, amor? whats wrong, mi vida?" miguel asks, holding a finger up to the line of his workers sitting down, as well as the person who was presenting a presentation to him

"i miss you, when are you coming home?" you asked, an obvious pout on face

"mi corazon..." he said in a certain tone, as if he was telling you he already answered this question a thousand times and was tired of hearing your pleas of coming back home.

"im sorry, i know youre busy. i just miss you, i cant sleep at night, you know" you said

"i know, mi vida. please understand, i love you so much. ill come back as soon as possible. okay?"

this scenario happened a few times for a week. he told you he was coming back in two days, but days has passed and hes still no where to be found. not to mention the very small texts he has been sending you

you were so saddened about everything, you missed your husband, very dearly. you just wanted to cuddle and squeeze him to death

*calling: mi guapo <3*

the text on your phone said, but he doesnt answer and it goes to voicemail

"baby, can you call me back? i miss you, its so lonely in our mansion"

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bish-plz-haha · 9 months

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Chapter 11

"He already ate. Like, I cant believe that. He has a very precise schedule. I'm surprised." Harry rambled. Ron took a bite from his sandwich, nodding along with Harry's story.

"Maybe he just didn't want to come. I mean, I dont think either me nor him would feel comfortable if he did come with us." Ron said, eyes sliding to the side as he called the waiter over. "Can I get some more water please?" Ron asked her. She smiled, grabbed his glass and walked away. "Anyway, why would you even invite him?"

"Because he has become a close friend of mine."

"Harry, since when has Malfoy been your 'close friend'? Huh?" Ron grilled. Harry sat back in his chair, shifted, and once again sat still, staring down his friend.

"Really?" He grumbled. "Ron, I've gotten to know him. He's not the same person we used to know back at school. I have explained it to you again and again. When are you going to trust my judgement?" Harry's voice raised as he continued. Anger boiled in his blood as he looked on to his friend who sat across from him, a blank stare on the others face.

"Harry. Really? Are you serious? Taking Malfoy's side? Believing he has changed? He cant change! People like him will always be asshole rich kids who take their daddies money and dont give a shit about other people!" Ron exclaimed. Both had realised they were attracting attention, but neither of them cared enough to do anything about it.

"His dad broke out recently and he's been staying with me, Ron. I know the kind of person he is. I dont let just anyone stay with me!" Harry yelled as he stormed from the restaurant, leaving Ron behind him to stew in his own anger.

"I cannot believe him!" Harry exclaimed as he walked into the potions lab. "I mean, he thinks he can tell me how a person is after not talking with them and getting to know them." Harry slumped into a chair and sighed heavily, disgruntled.

"Alright, hello to you as well. Do I even want to ask?" Draco asked as he placed his pen down on the desk and clasped his hands on the table. Harry just shook his head and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. They sat in silence for a while - Harry thought it was five minutes or more but his perception of time was displaced after dying.

"Ron. We had lunch. But it turned into a heavy argument." Harry finally said. Draco nodded.

"I cant believe I'm asking this, but over what?" Draco sighed. Harry had taken to playing with his hands, picking at his nails or twirling his thumbs around.

"You." Harry muttered.

"What was that?"

"I said you, you git!" Harry exclaimed loudly, exacerbated. Today was getting to him. His anger was out of control and he didn't know if he could rein it in by the end of the day. Harry just really wanted to go home, hide under his blankets, sleep, and not emerge until next year.

"Is that why you're so angry?" Draco asked. Harry shot him a glare. Draco threw his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I can feel your emotions. And I can feel that you are seething with rage. Maybe you should go home and get some rest." Draco suggested. Even with being in close proximity to the blonde, Harry's anger overpowered the happy mood he had been feeling the entire day.

Harry sighed. "I was thinking the same thing. I'm going to talk to Head Auror Robards; take the rest of the day off. Or at least until I can get my anger under control. I've never felt this angry." Harry said. Draco could feel what the green eyed man did and, in truth, in the few months he had been linked to him by whatever it was, he had never felt him as angry as he was now. Almost like he had an intent to kill. And Draco did not want to be in the middle of that crossfire. Even back in their school days Draco had never seen him this angry. "Thanks." Harry said as he left the room. The man was more calm than he was when he entered but the anger didn't subside.

As Harry made his way to the head aurors office, he walked by two aurors idly talking.

"I cant believe that he quit, ya know. He seemed to really enjoy the job." One said. He was a tall man with fair skin and black hair. He was wearing a standard work suit with a purple tie.

"He didnt quit. He took leave. Something about clearing his mind or whatever." The other man told him. Harry recognised the man as Ron's partner. He couldnt remember his name for the life of him, as much as Ron complained about the guy. But Harry had no interest in him or his name. Harry was tempted to stop and ask about who they were talking about but instead, he continued on to Robards office as his anger began seeping through once again.

"Head Auror?" Harry called as he knocked on the door. Harry waited for him to call out from behind the door and when he did, Harry swiftly opened the door and walked in. "Head Auror, I would like to ask for some personal time. I have a situation I need to deal with." Harry said. The man just looked at him with a blank stare. Anger boiled up again but Harry pushed it down best he could. This wasnt just anyone he was talking to. One wrong move and he could lose his job.

"What would your response be if I told you Auror Weasley was in here about thirty minutes ago asking for the same thing." He said. Harry was taken aback by the statement. Was that who the two aurors were talking about?

"I would say that we both have some personal issues to work out." Harry kept his tone level even as the anger rose.

"Oi, watch it boy." Robards warned. He sat back in his chair, clasped his hands together across his abdomen and stared at Harry. After a moment, he sighed and leaned forward, placing his clasped hands on the desk. "Granted. How much time are you planning on?"

Harry hadn't thought this far. "Two weeks?" He said. Robards gave him a tense nod before opening his desk drawer and pulled out some papers.

"Sign here, here, here, here, and initial here." He said. Harry did as told and then left the room. He grabbed his things from his office then apparated home from the ministry's apparition point. When Harry walked through the front door, Daisy greeted him with a grin on her face.

"Welcome home, sir!" She excitedly exclaimed. Harry gave her a faint smile and a curt nod before heading for the stairs. "Harry Potter?" Daisy asked as she peeked her head through his door about five minutes later. He hadn't a chance to even take his jacket off.

"Yes, Daisy?"

"Does Harry Potter need anything?" Her voice was low and timid. A voice someone would use as to not startle a sleeping dog.

Harry flopped back onto his bed so that he was looking at the ceiling. He contemplated if he wanted her to bring him anything; perhaps one of the sleeping draughts he had in the downstairs bathroom cabinet. He finally said, "No thank you. Just to be left alone." She nodded, though Harry didn't catch the worried look on her features as he continued to look nowhere but up.

"If Harry Potter does need anything, just call for Daisy." She said and finally left him alone. Though he wasn't sure it was a good idea to be alone, he was thankful that she agreed. Harry closed his eyes, trying to calm himself before he fell asleep.

"All I'm saying is it's a bad idea!" Exclaimed Ron in a whisper as they quietly walked to the room that held the mirror of erised. The invisibility cloack covered them as they wandered the halls of Hogwarts, alone, in the dead of night.

"It'll be fine. Calm down." Harry said with a smile as they reached a large, old wooden door. Harry grabbed the handle and pushed, revealing a room about twice the size of the Dursley's house.

In the giant room stood one lone object. The mirror of erised. Though it didnt look like how he remembered it. The mirror he remembered was large, stood on two legs, and a film of dust and dirt from years of disuse covered the glass. This mirror, however, was mounted to the wall and had an awful design on the frame. As they got closer, Harry shucked the cloak off of them and slowly but cautiously approached it. The first engraving was of two people who had the head of goblins but bodies of normal people holding long swords with two others - who looked like normal people - defenseless. The engravings went in a pattern around the whole frame. The next in the chain was of the swords moving towards the defenceless persons. And the third image depicted on the frame was of the person with the sword holding up the others head. As Harry stared longer at the frame, red liquid started to spill from the decapitated heads. Red ran down the mirrors edges and dripped slowly to the floor.

"Harry?" Ron questioned as he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry jumped, breaking his gaze away from the mirror and to his friend. He took a quick glance back at the frame, noticing that it was normal once more, then returned his attention back to the redhead. "Yeah?"

"You probably shouldn't look in the mirror." He stated with a horrified look on his face. Harry was stubborn. The demand to not look in the mirror made his curiosity pique until he decided he was going to look in the mirror itself.

There, on the ground of the forest, he himself laid unmoving and deathly still; not even his chest was rising and falling, he noted. On his shirt, right where his heart lay underneath skin and rib, was a burn mark. It was small in the centre and extended outward like an explosion. Harry felt a sudden stabbing sensation as he continued to watch the scene unfold. A man in a long cloak approached his lifeless body, the wand in the mans hand pointed to him before he raised it to the sky.

"Victory!" He shouted, though Harry couldn't hear what else he was saying over a roaring crowd. After that, the mirror switched to a funeral. His funeral.

"It's a shame for such a bright and talented young man to lose his life. And for our victory, no less." Hermione was standing at the podium in the front of the room. Her face wasn't that of a sad person, no, it was of someone who was very much filled with glee. "Today marks the day that Harry Potter is dead. Finally for good." She smiled at the crowd then, as if she were looking straight into a camera, her eyes pierced through the mirror and into his own. "Sleep well, my friend. You deserve at least this. After all, you're the one that brought this hell to our doorstep." And like that, the entire crowd turned, eyes glaring right at him.

Harry bolted upright, looking around the room as he felt his chest for any sign of trama. His body was covered in a cold sweat. Daisy was by his side with a damp rag in her hand and a startled look crossing her face.

"What are you doing?" He asked her.

"Harry Potter has terrible fever. Daisy is taking care of Harry." She said. Harry nodded and laid back down. She placed the rag over his forehead and handed him a glass of water. He began to sit up to take a sip but she placed her hand on his arm, shook her head, and pushed him to a lying position once again. "Daisy magicked the glass to act as beaker. The glass wont spill." She looked quite pleased with herself as she told him about it. He raised the glass to his lips and tilted it so the liquid would flow. And, as she said, nothing was spilled like a child in a crib drinking from a beaker.

"Thank you Daisy." He said. He laid in the bed for a moment before another question popped into mind. "What time is it?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon." She told him matter-of-factly.

"Wait, that cant be right. I left work around two-thirty."

"Harry came home and sleeped through the day. Almost twenty four hours Harry has sleeped." She said. Harry quickly sat up, the pounding in his head - of which he hadn't noticed until now - intensifying.

"You're joking right?" Daisy shook her head with a timid look blazing in her eyes. "I've been asleep an entire day?" Again the house elf nodded timidly. Harry sat still for a second, not moving a muscle. Just processing the information. "I'm going to take a shower." He said finally. Daisy apparated away. Harry wasn't sure where she had gone until he heard his shower running and then she walked into the room.

"Shower is warm enough for Harry." Harry thanked her and stepped into the bathroom. He closed the door quickly behind him, stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the warm water.

Draco walked through the house. Silence filled every room except for Harry's. He had come down with an illness. He said he presumed it was the flu but didn't know precisely. Draco himself had never been quite that sick but he had had some nasty illnesses.

"Daisy, would you please take this to Harry. Some tea would probably help his throat. Tell him it has extra honey just to be sure." Daisy nodded as she took the cup from Draco and disappeared. Draco made his own tea and sat in the drawing room. He looked over his lesson plan for Friday which was two days away. He read and reread it four times over before nodding in approval at his work.

The next few days passed with building anxiety until finally Friday came. Draco was up two hours early. The anxiety set in heavily, not allowing him to sleep. Draco had made his way down to the kitchen to make himself an early cup of coffee. As he entered, he greeted Daisy who was fixing breakfast for the pair of wizards.

"Master usually is not up this early. Is master alright?"

"Just some anxiety about teaching a class today is all." Draco told her. "Nothing to worry over."

"Master will do okay!"

"She's right, ya know." Harry announced his presence. Draco and Daisy turned to look at him. Harry smiled at them as he leaned on the door frame. "You'll be alright. Just remember to breathe and not to worry so much." Draco drew in a deep breath, exhaled, and nodded.

"You're looking better." Draco noted. "And yes. You two are very much right." Draco sighed. After breakfast, Draco had quickly grabbed his things and rushed to the door, pausing in front of it with his hand on the handle.

"You alright?" Harry asked as he walked up beside him.

"Uh, oh yeah. I'm fine. I'm just thinking. I'm probably going to need a drink after today." Draco told him. Harry chuckled and nodded along.

"I get that. Come out with Hermione, me and Neville tonight."

"What happened to you're normal drinking buddy?"

"Yeah," Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ron and I aren't really speaking at the moment."

"Ah. Well, anyway, no thanks. I'll just get something and bring it here. You and your friends have fun." Draco gave him a small smile and opened the door. They walked out together and apparated away to their respective locations.

Draco looked up at gates leading to the old castle. The iron bars stood as sturdy as the day he walked through them for the first time. Up on the hill, the castle loomed like a cloud through the thick - and admittedly, eerie - fog. Drawing in a deep breath, Draco set off up the trail leading to the old building.

"And that's how you make an anxiety potion. I'll talk to the headmaster about letting you all have it for exams." Draco concluded as the bell rang overhead. As the class of first years packed up their things and exited the room, Draco sighed and slumped into the chair.

"That was some fine work today, Mr. Malfoy. And I will take into consideration about the anxiety potions. It's your own recipe correct?" McGonagall said as she walked to the front of the room. Draco looked up at her and nodded. He hadn't seen her enter the room. She smiled before a serious look came across her features. "Draco, have you ever thought about being a teacher?"

"Thank you, Headmistress but no. It's not my thing. I had a hard time getting through today as is." Draco told her honestly. She smiled at him and nodded.

"If you ever think about a move to teaching, there's always a spot open for you here." She smiled at him.

"Thank you again Headmistress." Draco said as he stood and gathered his things. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hot date tonight." The Headmistress chuckled and ushered him out. He nodded in thanks to her before leaving.

Before making it home, he stopped by a liquor store a block from the Grimmauld place. Draco bought some whiskey and gin before walking back to house. He made his way inside and greeted Daisy.

"I'm home." He called.

"Welcome back." A voice called. But it wasnt Daisy. Harry emerged from the living room and smiled at Draco. Draco looked around, searching for any sign of someone else in the house. After noticing no one else, Draco looked to Harry.

"Thanks." Draco kicked his shoes off and walked towards the kitchen, Harry followed closely behind.

"So, what's in the bag?"

"I stopped by the liquor store down the street before coming home. Picked up some whiskey and gin for later. Told you I'd need a drink after today." Draco said seriously. Harry chuckled and nodded along.

"Well, we better get started on those bottles then." He said as he walked around and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. He placed them down and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Draco's bag. "Let's drink." Harry smiled at him.

An hour and a half later, both men were drunk as can be. Draco was giggling at Harry's story. "Then, I hit him over the head with one of the iron pipes. That's the story of my first raid!" Harry laughed. Gulping down the last remnants of his drink, Draco poured some more whiskey into his glass and sipped it.

"Ya know," Harry slurred, his tone suddenly serious, "my aunt and uncle tried to disown me more than they already had when I came out to them."

This piqued Draco's curiosity. "What do you mean?" Draco questioned.

"I'm bisexual. More of a preference for men if we're honest. But I thought I was gay. And told them. And I always liked rebelling against them because they were so horrible." Harry told him. Suddenly, Draco felt more sober as he listened to the golden boy drone on. "They couldn't do anything they hadn't before. But once I met Cho, I realized I was bi. Never told those old bastards though. Ruined the fun that way."

Draco was speechless. He himself had never gotten around to telling his parents either. Mainly in fear of being disowned. But that was with his father around. Draco had thoughts of telling his mother. Ever since his father was sent to Azkaban. She was an understanding and caring woman and Draco was sure her love for him ran deeper than his choice of lover. "I-" Draco cut himself off. He wasnt sure if an apology was suitable in a situation such as this but it felt like the right thing to say. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, no. It's fine. I started being my self once eighth year started. I lived at Hogwarts full time through the summer leading to eighth year and on until we graduated." Harry told him - as clearly as he could with alcohol running through his system - with a smile. "It was actually the best year I had. I got to actually be a kid. I hung out with my friends down by the lake a lot. I goofed around. It was a really good year." His voice suddenly had a serious tone. "Minus the constant reminders around the campus. But ya know. It happened. Even if we did lose some great people." Harry trailed off for a moment, just looking at the golden liquor in his glass. "And that's not as bad as having to deal with someone trying to kill you for seven consecutive years." Harry laughed.

"That's good. I have yet to tell my mother, ya know." Muttered Draco as he took a small sip from his glass.

"'Bout wha?" Harry questioned.

Draco chuckled at the pronunciation but said, "My sexuality. I came to terms with it in second year. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Well, minus the whole death eater thing." Draco mumbled.

Harry leaned forward and placed his hand on Draco's knee, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. "That wasn't entirely your fault. From a young age you were groomed to be just like your father. You did know right from wrong but you were a kid looking for something. Just like we all were. You just happened to take the wrong path." Harry told him. "Perhaps what you were looking for was validation from your family." Harry mumbled.

Draco managed a small, wan smile before he continued what he was saying. "I want to tell my mother but I'm scared." Draco's voice was shaking as he looked into Harry's eyes. He knew fear was front and centre but he also knew that Harry didnt need to see it in his eyes to know. They could feel the other's emotions. And Draco was sure it was evident in his tone and eyes, regardless of the bond.

"If you want to tell her, I can come with you as support. That is, if you want." Harry seemed to know the gravity of the situation they were talking about. He seemed more sober now as he looked between Draco's eyes. Draco was glad that he hadn't asked what his sexuality was either. He hadn't told anyone. Not even Pansy or Blaise.

"Yes please." Draco felt vulnerable. And he didn't like feeling vulnerable. But right now, in the presence of the golden boy - the boy who lived - Draco knew he wasnt being judged. The man's eyes were soft as he looked at him, judgement nowhere to be seen on his face. Draco sadly smiled at him before taking another sip from his glass and finished off the liquid. It burned going down his throat but he was okay with that. It numbed his emotional pain - even if it was just for a little while. "Alright, um," Draco cleared his throat after a moment of silence. He wasnt sure he could label it as an awkward silence but there was tension in the air. "I'm heading off to bed. Goodnight, Harry." Draco rose from his chair and walked to the kitchen, staggering here and there, to place his glass in the sink before making way quickly for his bed.

#hp drarry #hp au #hp fandom #hp fanfic #hp #fanfiction #mine #draco x harry #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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okay hi i started typing this a bit ago, forgot about it, opened firefox to see i was typing this, forgot again, and finally now i’m finishing this!!! typing typing yesyes. i am here for possibly shitty advice on rapidly changing moods.

(unrelated the fridge in my dorm started making the fridge noise and it’s such a jam)

okay so 1. i’m no therapist and 2. when i looked online it was the same ol “sleep well, exercise! and socialize” which tbh is not the kinda advice i assume ur lookin for.

so here’s some advice that might be bad might not be, or just tips i guess, that i follow at times. depends i guess.

oh yea and idk what ur mood stuff specifically is and this won’t work in ever scenario but yea

when i’m like at home and feel fucky wucky in my moods based on like mundane things. or just having a moment™️ i try to like 1. emerge myself in some kind of world like a book or show or fic. 2. if that’s not strong enough i try to make something with my hands to clear my mind (honestly both of these don’t always work but when it’s like late at night and i’m just at home it can help)

when i’m in a social setting i try to like do the mindfulness. idk what it is really but i try. doesn’t work often but if i can like calm myself enough internally to look normal externally that’s a win. like making ur moods more dull to have a smoother process of reacting externally i guess

zoning the fuck out. okay so sometimes zoning out can be shit. however if i’m in a social situation and finding it hard to keep my emotions and emotional responses in check i try and zone out and day dream to kinda like numb the mind. like putting a muzzle on this bitch. again doesn’t work all the time but it’s something! plus it’s easy to get yanked out of the zone™️ if someone like talks to me but it can do something

walking. going for a freaking walk!!! but tbh sometimes that makes my mind run more wild. so idk walking is a wild card. but like i mean if i feel all over the place it can help (especially being outside, i love nature and she fucking hates me. we’re besties)

okay i realize i have no substantial advice but uh . yippie!

also yea no need to answer, gonna send you an ask being chatty about systems for the heck of it because the recent post u made. rjskskfr yay

hi bestie im gonna answer ur other ask when my brain feels less like goo but im gonna answer this one now bc twirls my hair...I need it rn LOLLL

very unsure what the fridge noise is but now that i have heard that phrase i feel like that is the sound u make when unaccompanied. i feel like ur resting noises are like, cat purrs, bird chirps, fridge noises, and whatever synth or shit that lemon demon has going on

these r good tips!!! for me i feel like im unfortunately the type where like... the best remedy is things like walking (very good) or just! going to bed. which isnt very helpful bc i cant fall asleep at like 5 PM exactly or else i wont sleep at all but sometimes u know. the moods are hitting and i cant do anything and i just gotta nap. u get it

i will try some of these though espec when im like in school and stuff!!! TY friend <3

#nightmare.ask #sleepy anon ☁️#do i tell u that i appreciate u enough is that a thing. i hope so #im ok rn btw i just swing from very healthy levels of self confidence to like distortions and mood goes w that #i will be fine 👍

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rotato-potato · 4 years

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why is it easier to say yes to doing ppl favors that might make u kind of uncomfortable than to just. say no

#im vague posting all over the place but like #my friend from high school is trying to use me to see her boyfriend behind her parents back #bc in the past i would just say yes whenever shed ask me to do things like this #bc technically i could so what was i gonna say no??#also her parents were terrible so i felt bad for her #but she like did this under the guise of her wanting to hang out with me #well actually first she was like my house hasnt had wifi for 3 days can i sleep over #and i was like maybe tomorrow? its not a good time (meaning: its christmas we have plans and this is not an emergency)#and then she was like it would be fine i wouldnt get there until late and actually #i really just want to spend the night with my boyfriend without my parents knowing so its not about me wanting to hang out with you at all #and idk all these years later it just feels shitty that shes still doing this #anyway #i was like sorry i really cant help so thats that #and now we’re going to watch little women so that will boost my mood #she speaks

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a obey me hc where the MC is a leader of a very big mafia gang in the human world?

YES !??!?

(ahaha this def isn't the plot of one of my scripts where i run a mafia gang because i thought it would be cool and it's amazing you requested this)

tags: mentions of weapons, mild swearing, protective brothers and datables (i didn't include luke because it's a mafia gang thing and he's precious child and i want abt to put him in harms way)

a/n: i also didn't write the thoughts for dia, barb, simeon, or solomon because i honestly couldn't think of anything i'm sorry

MC as a Mafia leader in the human world

When you came to the Devildom, you were in another world, rendering everything in the human world useless. You spent so much time trying to adjust, that your life in the human world was almost forgotten.

Almost.

It wasn't long before Lord Diavolo announced you would be going on a trip to the human world. Suddenly you remembered everything you would go back to. If only you were aware of the chaos that would unfold. When you got to the human world, in your town you previously lived in, there was maybe a minute of peace before chaos erupted.

Once you stepped out of the alleyway that Diavolo teleported the group of you into, nearly half the people on the street turned and looked at you. Some of them ran, others pulled out their phones and made calls, and about four or five came rushing towards you asking where you'd been.

You recognized the men that had the gall to come up to you, they were some of the more high ranking commanders. However, your second in command was not among them. The brothers protectively stepped around you, not knowing who these people were. Clearly that was the wrong move.

In an instant the street was clear of citizens and there were members of your gang with their weapons drawn or their hands near their weapon. Diavolo stood behind you, glaring at the men in front. Simeon and Solomon were on edge. The atmosphere was tense. Barbatos was the first to speak.

"I'd advise you stand down," He spoke with a hum in his voice to the men in your gang.

"I could say the same to you," Said a voice emerging from the other side of the street. Slowly the person walked forward. It was your second in command.

"Who are you to be acting like this around our commander ? They disappeared four months ago and show up again like nothing ? Forgive us if we're a little curious," Your second spoke in a teasing manor, eyeing everyone carefully.

Lucifer -

- commander ?

- who ? mc a commander ? of what ?

- who are these people and where did they come from ?

- *protection mode activated*

- the only reason he's not in demon form and ready to attack is bc diavolo is here

- looks at all his brothers and makes sure they understand exactly what he means with one look

- this man is next to dia full on ready to fight

"Who are you calling com-"

You interrupt Lucifer.

"Everyone stand down, this is all just a bit misunderstanding," You say as quickly as possible to stop any conflict. Everyone directs their attention towards you.

"Commander who are these people ?" Your second asks.

"They're my friends, there's no need to be hostile. Everyone stand down," You say, looking around at all the people. They immediately lower their weapons, some of them even holster them. Your second on the other hand, known for standing up to you, doesn't lower their weapon.

"All due respect commander, but I won't stand down until I know they aren't a threat," You second looks you dead in the eye. You sigh. You then direct your attention to the boys surrounding you.

"Guys, back off a bit please. I'm fine. They aren't a threat," You say, tired.

The brothers ease up a bit, but you can still see the tension in their muscles. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon stood behind you protectively still, but also stepped back.

Lucifer steps forward and makes eye contact with you.

"What's going on MC ?" Lucifer asks.

"Okay so, gang this is Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel, Asmo, Barbatos, Belphie, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and Diavolo. Boys, this is my gang," You say while pointing to everyone and talking as fast as possible.

Mammon -

- he eased up on his defensive stance, but he never let your hand go

- as to be expected because you're HIS human

- anyways

- gang ??

- what do you mean gang ??

- like a club or should he be running

- very confused boi but just wants to protect you no matter what

Mammon squeezes your hand lightly. You look at him.

"What do you mean gang ?" He asks.

"I- uh.. well you see, it's exactly how it sounds," You respond.

The confusion on Mammon's face only grows.

"I am the leader of a gang. Here in the human world?" You say while shrugging your shoulders.

The boys all look at you like you've grown a second head.

"You run a gang ?" Mammon says after a moment of silence between all of them.

"Is that so surprising ?" Your second asks.

Leviathan -

- surprising ??

- surprising ??????

- the same mc that would stay up until two am playing animal crossing with him ?

- the same mc that bought him plushies of his favorite characters ?

- mc who would cosplay with him

- how could someone who makes sure he takes care of himself and basically babies him but on a friend level, be the commander of a gang ?

- lowkey thinks it's badass because he is the grand admiral of his own army

- gets distracted and starts fangirling over you

"How long have you been the commander of a gang?" Levi excitedly asks.

"Two years, before I went to the devildom that is," You respond, slightly bouncing off Levi's excitement.

"The what?" Your second asks, interrupting.

"The- oh. Wait a minute," You say and turn to Diavolo.

"Am I allowed to tell them ?" You half whisper to Dia.

"If you see fit. This situation is entirely new to me," Dia half whispers back. Barbatos leans in and joins the conversation.

"I sense utter loyalty to you, MC, if you trust them then I advise we should too," Barbatos speaks quietly.

You turn back to your gang.

"Okay so the reason I vanished for four months is because I went to 'hell' as an exchange student. Now I realize that may sound crazy, but these guys are all demons," You say while roughly gesturing to the brothers, Dia, and Barbatos, "He's an angel," You say and point to Simeon, "And he's a human, but immortal, I think. I don't really know Solomon is the textbook definition of an enigma," You say while waving at Solomon in gesture.

Your gang stares at you, bewildered. The person next to your second starts laughing hysterically. Your second glares at him but the laughter doesn't stop.

Levi, knowing exactly how it feels to be laughed at and not believed, starts talking.

"Need proof ?" He asks. In the blink of an eye he's in his demon form.

Your gang steps back, eyes wide, their hands near their weapons.

Satan -

- there's no way satan isn't dragging you back to his room after this to talk about your gang

- thinks it's attractive as hell, MC in a position of power ? that's the stuff

- takes a moment to register why levi is in his demon form, but feels his wrath and changes too

- steps closer to you

- he's still mad you never told him, but he won't take it out on you

- honestly just wants to know the truth

After Satan changes too, the rest of the brothers join in

Except Lucifer, who looks very displeased. Diavolo laughs at Lucifer's discontentment. Satan smirks as well, knowing he made Lucifer angry.

Your second is the first to speak.

"Okay what the fuck," Is the only thing said.

"MC did explain that we're demons, were you listening ?" Satan asks coyly.

"Right then. So it's actually true ?" Your second asks, looking at you.

"Yes, why would I lie ?" You say back.

There is a moment of silence. No one moves or says anything.

"So I take it this means we can't tell anyone ?" Your second asks.

"No, you cant. But I know you're all more than capable of keeping secrets," You laugh a little. The atmosphere lightens up. Your second laughs with you.

Asmo -

- your laugh is so adorable to him

- not the time thoughts

- he also thinks it's attractive you run a gang

- admires how you were able to change the atmosphere and how these people listen to you

- will totally tease you and call you commander

- joins in on lightening the mood

"Right then, how about we all go get a drink and discuss the events of the last four months over dinner ?" Asmo says.

"Is there even a restaurant big enough to hold all of us ?" Satan asks.

"Yeah, we can use the base," You say.

"Of course, it's still the same as you left it commander," Your second joins in.

"Then it's settled, let's go !" Asmo smiles.

Beel -

- definitely not opposed to having food

- is a little hurt you didn't tell him, but ultimately understands

- he wants to hear about your adventures

- wonders if he can spend more time with you to hear about said adventures

- does this mean you can fight ?

- if so can you train with him ?

"Does this mean we get human world food ?" Beel asks, looking at you.

"Yep !!" You respond.

Beel changes out of his demon form with a smile on his face.

"I'll also show you guys our base of operations and give you a tour. I can also show you where I used to live too !!" You say excitedly.

The other brothers change out of their demon forms.

Your second starts to walk and lead the way to the base. Everyone follows.

Belphie -

- to be honest he doesn't care you're a gang leader

- he just wants to sleep and spend time with you

- if those two things coincide then good for him

- he does think it's cool tho

"So, you're gonna tell us everything right ?" Belphie asks.

"Yes. I'll tell you guys about my life here and then I'll tell my gang about my life with you all," You say.

"Good, as long as things get cleared up," Belphie says and yawns.

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SORRY IT GOT REALLY SHORT AT THE END IM REALLY TIRED BUT THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!

- cas :)

#mars on earth #obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon headcanons #obey me headcanons #leviathan headcanons #lucifer headcanons #asmo headcanons #beel headcanons #belphie headcanons #satan headcanons #omswd #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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andy robertson with your new baby?? seems like. an ADORABLE dad and you write the cuuutessttt fics so just anything with andy and your new baby girl would be so so so adorable pls and thank uuuu

baby girl

“Shh, shhh,” Andy coos softly at his tiny little brand new baby girl. The little pink bundle of warmth and love was making the beginning of some unhappy cries. The shirtless new father bends over to carefully scoop his two week old newborn baby to cradle gently against him. “Mama’s sleeping,” he whispers quietly as he begins to bounce ever so slightly with a sway to help calm her. “Oh aren’t so you bloody adorable.” He mumbles, his smile so huge it actually hurts his cheeks. “And got your mummies pretty eyes. Lucky you.” He chuckles, brushing a soft finger over her even softer cheek.

“Got your nose, though.” Your voice adds, thick with sleep. Andy sniggers, “Mama is not sleeping.” He corrects before he turns around to face you standing there, beaming tiredly at him. “You okay?” He asks you sweetly. You shrug your heavy shoulders with a sigh. “Sore boobs.”

Andy grimaces, furrowing his brows. He wishes there was some way that he could help you with all of these things that he just had no ability to actually help with. He can’t make your stitches ache any less, cant stop your boobs from burning and certainly can’t do anything about the fact your daughter is a very hungry little thing. The only thing he can do is make sure he’s awake at every possible opportunity to take her when you’re sleeping while he’s got the time to do so.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “Is there anything I can do?”

You shake your head, smiling softly as you walk over to them. “You could massage them for me?” You tease, wagging your eyebrows in a tiredly suggestive manner that makes Andy laugh and then hum softly. “I could do that.” He winks, closing the space to press his lips gently against yours. A little coo sounds from between you, though, making you both smile and break the kiss. “Nah, just need to feed her.” You shrug. Andy nods, passing her over into your arms.

While you take a seat down on that rocking chair to breastfeed your daughter, Andy leans against the chest of drawers that her changing table is on top of. The new father crosses his arms over his chest, smiling as he just watches you. It’s the most mesmerising thing that he’s ever counted himself lucky enough to witness. “You’re staring.” You note sweetly, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head at him. Andy simply shrugs and smiles even bigger.

“I just love you.”

“This is Hampden Park.” Andy begins, walking out to the empty pitch in the middle of the stadium. “It’s where our national team plays. Daddy captains the side, can you believe that?” He gasps soft, smiling at his tiny baby daughter as she simply stares up at him with her big eyes that look so much like yours. “Yeah, me neither.” He laughs.

Andy looks around the empty stadium, spotting and maybe more laughably hearing John McGinn at the coming out of the tunnel to start stretching with Kieran. “That’s your uncle John singing, unfortunately. He’s funny though, i think you’ll love him but certainly not for his singing ability." He notes softly. John rolls his eyes as he walks up to the Scotland captain, taking this opportunity to get a good look at his newborn daughter. "She's gorgeous," John smiles, not even looking up at Andy as he follows his his prior statement, "Complete opposite of you mate, thank god for that."

That gave Andy his turn to roll his eyes, scoffing at the tease from probably his funniest teammate who laughs as he jogs off to go warmup with the rest of the guys who were now emerging from the tunnel.

"You are gorgeous." Andy says sweetly to his daughter, "Just like your beautiful mama, yes you are, yes you are." He babbles in his baby voice before he presses a gentle kiss to her soft forehead. “I hope you love it here as much as i do.” He adds, bouncing gently as he walks around so she remains as calm and quiet as she has since he brought her out here. You’re watching him from the side of the pitch, sitting with the other wives and girlfriends but you’re not focussing or listening to a word they’ve said. It’s impossible to take your eyes off of Andy and your daughter. He looks so content, so precious walking around talking to her. It’s so beautifully obvious how much he loves her and it’s the same way that everybody can also see how much he loves you.

“And one day,” Andy coos to that sweet, brand new baby girl, “If you want, you’re gonna lead out the woman’s team here and then you’re gonna lift the world cup trophy and i’m going to be right there-” He pauses to point out to the best seats, right where you are sitting. “Front and centre with your mama cheering you on eh? Doesn’t matter what you do, sweetheart. Daddy is always going to be right here cheering you on ‘cause you’re my baby girl and i love you so so so much.” He kisses her head again, looking at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world and truly, she is. She’s his perfect little baby girl. She looks just like you and makes his heart hurt from happiness just like you do. She is literally perfect.

“And you’re gonna be good for your mummy?” He muses, smiling at you as he walks towards where you standing now by the barricade waiting to take her back so he can go and warmup. “She needs her rest,” he says quietly, stopping a few feet away so he can look as though he’s just giving her a little kiss on his cheek when he actually tilts his head down so he can undetectable whisper, “has to be in a good mood when i ask her to marry me.”

His baby daughter just looks up at him with eyes wide in wonderment, very much like the way Andy looks at you. Seeing you as a mother, just getting to be part of witnessing the way you love her is more beautiful than he could ever have imagined and as Andy passes the nearly sleeping baby over to you, seeing the way your eyes light up and the pure joy in the way you kiss him before he leaves to warm up, he knows he’s more than ready to make you his wife.

#andy robertson x reader #andy robertson imagine #andy robertson imagines #footie fics #football fics #footballer fics #football imagines #footballer imagines

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ssplague · 3 years

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Chapter 0ne

“And so it begins”

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

Warnings: Gaslighting, manipulation, power play, light degradation

The day before the two of you left for UA; Your best friend gave her word to your mother that she would always look after you. Now that the two of you are in your third year she’s officially FED UP with your attitude and childish antics. Mentioning her dilemma to your shared group of friends results in the most unlikely person offering to be her solution to the problem that is YOU.

A/N: The girl in the banner is NOT how the reader is “supposed” to look, it was just a drawing I did specifically for this. You look however you want to, I don’t really make any specific references to your appearance in this story.

🌅

Its Saturday morning; Ive been awake for about five minutes now, but I’m not ready to open my eyes and embrace the conscious world just yet. Hearing the door of my room unlock and open does the trick though. Only one person (other than myself of course) has a key to my dorm room.

“I made breakfast for the both of us, its your favorite” announces Euphie as she walks in, kicking the door shut behind her. I sit up, just as she’s pushing my black out curtains to the side I let out a hiss of disdain as sunlight immediately begins to permeate the room.

“Thank you Euphie” I say with a yawn.

She hands me a plate before settling down on my bed, acknowledging my thanks with a nod as we both tuck in.

“We have plans this afternoon, can you be ready by at least 12:30? No need to get super made up but at least out of your pajamas?” Euphies voice is gentle, but I catch the underlying “I’m not asking, but telling you” vibe she tries to hide.

“For sure”

She smiles at my seemingly agreeable mood so early in the morning and we easily segway into our standard start of the day discussions. “Are we um…Are we going to be busy all day? I….I kinda planned on going to hangout with-“ Euphie cuts me off as she picks up our plates: “No worries you’ll have plenty of time for that, I promise!” Giving me a wink before shutting my door.

She didn’t even know who I was referring to, or what I was going to say….

At 12:55 Euphie reappears to rush me out of my room.

“Hey I forgot my purse I-“

“Don’t need it”

“But my wallet is-“

“Not necessary”

Her tone is clipped, and she has a death grip on my wrist as she quite literally drags me down the hallway. Initially I was taken aback, not being used to receiving this type of treatment from her. My bearings have started returning along with growing frustration each time one of my questions are receiving one word answers, or met with a complete dismissal. Reaching my limit I fail to notice that she’d began to slow down, and I’m wrenching my wrist free of her grip at the exact same time she’d come to a stop.

“What in the fuck is your problem?! You told me that we had plans to go out this afternoon, and you’d treat me to whatever I want!

This-“ I’m interrupted again.

“I certainly wouldn’t do anything for a fuckin’ brat throwing a tantrum like this”

My eyes snap to the side where I see the irritated scowl of one Katsuki Bakugou, as he leans against his door frame glowering at me. Embarrassment further fuels my anger as I turn toward him, pointing an acusatory finger as I begin “No one fucking asked you, stay out of it Katsu-“.

Kirishima suddenly emerges from Bakugo’s room, giving Euphie an enthusastic greeting

“Hey there! You look nice, ready to head out?”. The red head is flashing his signature shark toothed grip at my best friend as he offers her his arm. “You know it” she giggles, taking hold of his muscular bicep. The two of them start to walk off, confused and furious I start to head after them, but a large hand grips my shoulder grounding me in place.

“Bakugo told me he wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on you while Kiri and I went out this afternoon, this way you’ll stay out of trouble and get to keep the plans you’d made with him, bye!” The closing elevator doors add a sudden finalization to her brief explanation.

“Plans?” Bakugo questions while uncermoniously yanking me backwards.

I stumble back, falling through the doorway and landing flat on my ass in front of the now closed door (Which he is standing in front of). Glaring up at him as he continues: “She must have me confused with the local brothel, because thats the only place I’d imagine wearing a skirt as short as that would be deemed appropriate”. His insult doesn’t deter his crimson eyes from roaming the length of my body, lingering on the aforementioned skirt. Getting to my feet, he walks around me and move towards his desk, taking a seat behind it.

“Oh fuck you Katsuki, you can be a real dick sometimes, I dunno what stupid Euphie told you about keeping and eye on me, but I dont need a fucking baby sitter! So ill be off now” with a huff you turn towards the door. “________, I’m not in the mood for bullshit today so just sit down and shut up” he growls, not turning to look at you. He always feels embarrassingly giddy when you adress him by his first name, thats why he insisted you call him by it. That in itself should be an indication of how he seems to favor you.

It makes him almost feel a bit guilty for using a harsh tone when he’d spoken to you. Despite how he treats others, Katsuki is hardly ever outright mean to you; He’s never even given you a derogatory nickname like he has for everyone else. Today’s an off day though…He’s just not used to running on little to no sleep. That paired with his already non existent level of patience makes for a blow up. Especially when YOU were the cause of his latest bout of insomnia….turning to look at you has his thoughts beginning to wander.

Those lips of yours flapping away as you berate him…

They sure would look a helluva lot better wrapped around his-

“-Not even fucking listening to me are you?!” You snarl, starting towards the door again. “I cant believe I woke up this morning wanting to hangout with YOU, guess I’ll change my plans and hangout with someone not so shitty to me…. Like Deku!” A loud crash comes from behind you. The now enraged man had stood up so abruptly, it sent his now vacated chair careening into the wall and toppling over.

“You really just cant help yourself can you?”

His voice is so eerily quiet as he turns to face you, something unidentifiable flashes in his rapidly darkening crimson orbs. You couldn’t exactly identify it, considering it disappeared as abruptly as it had originally came.

“Course you cant, I already know that”

A menacing smile appears on his face as he takes his first step toward you, immediately triggering your natural “Fight or flight” response.

“I know what you need”

He’s only an arms length away when you start to step back.

“You dont know shit”

You somehow summon the courage to speak, but are unable to summon any false bravado to keep you from betraying how unnerved he’s got you feeling as he takes another step.

“I know that your best friend cant stand what a spoiled fuckin’ brat you’ve become, I know she’s so fed up with your shit that she’s about to write you off completely”

The defiant expression you’d worn all this time finally starts to falter.

This marks the first time Katsuki has ever seen how you look when your confidence begins to ebb away, only to be replaced with a mixture of uncertainty and fear.

His sadistic side emerges with glee as your now saddened doe eyes meet his.

“You’re constantly disregarding everyone’s opinion of you unless it aligns with your own, but you dont even know what to think of yourself now that your faced with the possibility of being alone now…do you?

You remain silent, taking yet another step back as he continues speaking.

“You need someone who isn’t afraid to correct you, but they’ll have to of earned your respect….So when you inevitably step out of line, you wont put up a fight when you get put over their knee”

Your back hits the wall.

You swallow down the panic that slowly begun to rise from your chest up into your throat as you realize there is nowhere left for you to go.

“You desperately want to be a good girl, just dont know how to be one, huh princess?”

It’s so adorable the way your bottom lip juts out, but at the first quiver it quickly gets sucked between your teeth.

“That’s why you’re acting out right now isn’t it?

I bet you drench your cute little panties every time you get a rise out of me. Always hoping that its going to be the time I yank you the fuck up and put this brat in her goddamn place, hah?”

You shamelessly lean into the large hand thats now cupping your cheek, letting out a sigh as his thumb caresses your soft skin.

“Mhmmm”

It’s horrifying how easily you just admitted your most guarded secret! The triumphant smirk he sports makes it even harder to accept.

His tone is surprisingly gentle when he starts addressing you once again;

“I can do that for you baby….Let me be the one that finally brings the princess down on her knees”.

Your eyes are practically sparkling at the feel of a sudden pressure being applied to your throat. His calloused fingers squeezing the delicate skin of your neck, effectively making it harder and harder for you to breathe. The thrill of this foreign feeling is instantly addicting.

“Tell me if thats what you want: If its not then shake your head and we never speak of this again”

Bakugo has to at least give the illusion that you have a choice in the matter. Even though its more than obvious that you need want this just as much as he does.

“I want it, I want you” your words come out in a breathy whisper as he releases his hold on your throat.

“I wanna hear you say it princess, what do you want me to do with you”

“I want…no I NEED you to….t-to make me into your good girl please…”

He gestures for you to continue, his raised brow implying you must be forgetting something.

“Please make me into your good girl….Daddy”

The pleading expression and twinge of desperation in your voice stirs something deep inside Bakugo. It was something akin to the last vestiges of some ancient seal had disappeared: The monster that it had rendered dormant had finally roused from its slumber, intent on wreaking havoc.

“You do understand that you’re mine now right ________? Every part of your being belongs solely to me”

Gorgeous ruby eyes scrutinize your face carefully, searching for a single trace of fear, uncertainty, or possible apprehension. All they found was admiration and girlish excitement, and this earned you a genuine smile from the almost always scowling young man.

“Yes, every part of me belongs to you now Katsuki”

“Better get used to this then”

Before you could inquire what he was referring to, he was kissing you.

❤️‍🔥

A/N: So concludes chapter one

Oh god I hope this is well received.

Should I get a tag list together? Is it too soon? If anyone would be interested leave a comment. SMUT in the next chapter, we’re moving faster here because let’s be honest; Smut is what all of us want! 💦

#katsuki bakugo #bnha #daddy bakugou #bakugo x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #husbando #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #tw daddy kink #tw gaslighting #bakuhoes #Plaguescorrection

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isa-ghost · 3 years

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Hooby Heeby Time to Watch Mandela Catalogue

THINK

Ah fuck me this weird grainy TTS voice shit always spooks me

But in that way yall JSE followers usually see me being horny for Anti. Its that Good Spooky

Hold the fuck up I gotta grab me some chips n dip we strappin in

OOH WE DOIN SOME DOPPELGANGER SHIT, POGGERS

Tag urself I’m bighead man in the middle

TELL an authority member about your encounter. Hm no I dont think I will, we’re gonna be besties and do crime

Identify the class type?? Ok so this is some SCP shit now

...Wait I’m thinking of Anti bc of that oh.

THE WAY I CRACKED THE FUCK UP AT “KILL YOURSELF” I WASNT EXPECTING THAT LMAOOO

NAH. NAH THAT FACE AT 2:22 IS STRAIGHT UP JUST SOME WALTEN FILES SHIT NAH. I SEE YOU

Type 3: Slender Man

hey not to be rude but fuck that thing in the corner he needs to make like socialism and distribute that tall equally. to me. give me some tall

VOL 1

Gotta say, the patriotic music in the background of this urgent emergency broadcast message is really fucking funny to me

Can’t use psychological warfare on me if I do it to myself already *that What meme music plays as the camera freezes on my dumb face*

T.H.I.N.K. THIS TOWN AINT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TEW OF US /spits into bucket

Oh fuck yeah we in that analog horror babieeee

Idk Victim 2 kinda hot

Cesar huh 😏

Cesar haunted house poggies

Am I gonna regret jokingly simping

MICHAEL JACKSON??

OH NO GIRL THAT STUTTER BEFORE THE CALL CONTINUED SOUNDED LIKE THAT FREAKY AUDIO FROM THE WALTEN FILES THAT I WAS YELLING ABOUT A WHILE BACK

I have decided I do not like the stairway cam

New gender unlocked: Suddenly Open Door

O NO CESAR TURNED INTO A FOOTPRINT

“It followed me home, Cesar”

Me, chugging my flavored water rn:

I DONT WANT YOUR PRESENT UNLESS ITS A SEXY DEMON OC I CAN SIMP FOR

...I was mindin my business watching and my Discord crashed. When I paused my Discord came back and as soon as I unpaused MC again it crashed again. Hm.

WAIT WHO LAUGHIN LIKE THAT ITS KINDA SEXY 😳

You cant give me unhinged man laughter I just simp

UH OH! YOU MADE A SERIOUS FUCKY W U C K Y. NOW YOU HAVE TO GO IN the forever box.

When am I gonna stop memeing and start shitting in fear

HEY WHATS WITH AO ONI FACE ASS, NUH UH FUCK YOU BRO

But nobody came :)

HEHE ITS THE FUNNY TTS VOICE IN THOSE MEMES

When the caller has an emergency, contact the weewoo wagon

OH MY MANS CAN HOLD A LOW NOTE GO TTS MAN GO

Do not help a caller reporting an alternate encounter?? Bitch that sounds like something that should be your job. >America moment 🙄

“Nothing is worth the wait, nothing is worth the wait” Oh hello that’s getting saved as an idea for my OC shit later

Toddler stress responses?? Oh we in some psychology now, this my major :00 *waits for the horrific shit to happen*

I THOUGHT THE CLICK BETWEEN THE AUDIO PLAYING AND RECORDING RESPONSE TIME WAS A GUN COCKING FLAKSDF DONT SHOOT THE BABY

SHEEPIES :D

There’s a man in the closet? Its 2021, let him come out. He’s valid

Gonna be real with you I paused here for at least 10 min bc my streamer distracted me with a fart video

*sees hooded smiling man* *and then goes to sleep the end!!!!* HM YEP THATS NOT BAD AT ALL

iM SORRY BUT HOODED MANS EYES LOOK GOOFY ASF IM DYIN HIS SUDDEN APPEARANCE COULDNT SCARE ME

Why he look like a drug addict tho. He want sum crack

Curse my Gen Z humor, this is literally so funny to me and for what

OVERTHRONE

OH HEY ITS THE FAITH GAME TTS GUY WASUP DUDE

Hm that whispering’s not very pogchamp

WELL THATS A WHACK ASS MOOD CHANGE END CARD

INTRUDER ALERT

Who is this man, he looks like he did a crime

This TTS voice sounds like a Karen

Me coping with the creepy baby crying by focusing on how that saturated af pic of the crib makes it look like the blanket is just a giant slice of cheddar cheese:

Wtf is this music >_>

Yeah no I expected the hanging whoop there it is

GOD NO I HATE THIS EMERGENCY BLOOPING BECAUSE AS A KID I WAS TERRIFIED OF TORNADOES AND IT’D SCREECH ON THE TV WHEN SHIT GOT RLLY BAD

OVER 3000 CHILDREN MISSING W H A T

Okay how does all of this stuff connect bc I’m gettin interested and my crackhead hours are winding down

M.A.D

Okay the man in the corner boutta catch these fuckin hands

I am ironically so tired after the busy day I had I s2g I’m gonna pass out soon and some weird shit’s gonna go down in my dreams wish me luck

#mandela catalogue #Isa Liveblogs #idk guess thats a tag now #only other thing ive liveblogged is Sean's Undertale playthrough and NITW tho #tw disturbing imagery #JUST IN CASE #long post

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fxckingghxst · 3 years

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A Different Life

pt.1 || pt.2

Pairing: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

Genre: My Hero Academia!AU, Villian!Corpse, Villian!Reader, angst

Warning: none

WC: 2k

Request: hello ! I would like to know if u could write a corpse husband × Gender neutral reader one shot based on the anime my hero academia? reader as a quirk that makes it so they melt everything they touch and you can choose corpses quirk. they are both villains and are trying to leave their villainous past together but ultimately cant do it. it could be fluff turned angst

A/N: so Corpse’s quirk I chose was that he lets out a vapor that can effectively “kill” someone. He doesn’t actually kill them, but they become paralyzed as a toxin enters their bloodstream and goes right to their brain. The person “drops dead” and their heart rate slows down and their motor functions are damaged so even if they were to move afterwards, they’d be slower and wouldn’t be able to use their hands very well. Hope this makes some sense! Also i ended up rewriting this a few times because I’ve been in an oddly good mood lately and the angst wasn’t flowing right 🤥, so I hope this was angsty enough 😓. Thanks for the request! I had lots of fun writing it for you <3.

“God, I wish they’d at least give us soap or something.” You complain as you realize there was no soap for you to clean your hands with. “Such a shitty motel.” You mumble under your breath before drying your hands and tossing the towel back onto the counter. You walk back into the main room to see Corpse running his hands over his face.

“Hey, you alright?” You ask in a calming voice as you take a seat next to him on the creaky, way-too-soft mattress.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just tired.” His response is always the same, but you can’t really blame him. Tired seemed to be the running theme between you too. You both have been on the run for almost a year now and the cycle never seems to end. Once you think the coast may be clear and you emerge from hiding under new identities, they find you. Whether it’s the cops or the League, they’ve been up your guys’ ass for a long time now.

“I know.” You respond before leaning your head on his shoulder and rubbing his back soothingly. You want to do something. Something to make all this shit stop. But you don’t know what to do. You’ve tried everything. Pleading with the League. Bargaining with the police. No one would take your olive branch and no one would believe you both just wanted peace. You wanted to be left alone. Away from villains and heroes, cops and just regular people in general. You both just wanted to go somewhere far away.

“We should get some sleep.” Corpse’s voice rings as out he gets up and grabs a spare change of clothes. You nod your head and watch as he walks towards the bathroom to freshen up and change. You sigh and change into your pajamas as well before laying down on the dingy bed; the single sheet and thin comforter doing little to keep you warm during these cold nights.

Times like these you wish you had a phone to pass the time. Just something to distract your mind from reality. If not a phone, at least TV, but of course the cable in the room wouldn’t work and static was all you would see on the old chunky TV.

As you closed your eyes to begin falling asleep, Corpse’s footsteps made their way towards you and the bed dipped as he laid down next to you. His arm came to wrap around your waist and pull you flush to his chest, nuzzling his head in the back of your neck before attempting to sleep as well. You couldn’t help but smile as you made yourself comfortable again in the new position. Moments like these made the running worth it. Moments like these that made you long for a different life.

“Already? This early?” Corpse groans, but his smile betrays the tone in his voice.

“Yes, this early.” You mock him and open his eyelids with your fingers, planning on annoying him till he’s fully awake. “Are you awake yet?” You ask as you hold his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together so his lips resemble a fishs’.

“Hmmm.” He groans and shuts his eyes comically tight.

“No, opeeeen.” You whine as you tap the apples of his cheeks repeatedly.

“Fine! Fine, I’m up.” He laughs as his hands move up to grab your wrists, stopping your assault on his cheeks. You loved hearing his laugh, especially first thing in the morning.

“Good.” You mutter before moving closer to give his nose a quick peck and then getting yourself out of bed first. “I’ll work on some coffee.” You announce as you remember seeing a coffee maker on the desk last night.

You open the package of coffee filters and take one out, placing it in the machine along with the coffee grounds and water. You pressed the brew button to power the machine, but nothing happened. You gave it a minute before pressing the button again, but still nothing happened. You were getting frustrated.

“Hungry?” Corpse asks you as he walks up beside you. He watches as you rapidly press the brew button, hoping maybe that 25 was the lucky number before it started to brew, but to no avail.

“Starving. I also need some coffee.” You say with a sigh before turning to Corpse and giving him a smile. He smiles back and you both head out of the motel, locking the door behind you, and making your way to the nearest breakfast joint.

“God, I would kill for some french toast right now.” Corpse comments as you both turn the corner. You snicker at his comment and pay attention to the buildings you're passing, looking for a menu in the window or something that would tell you a restaurant was there.

“Look there.” You say as you point ahead where a chalkboard menu sat outside a building. “Let’s hope they have your french toast.” You add on as you both start walking.

The menu was limited, since the building turned out to be a small cafe, but the smell of coffee had convinced you to stay and Corpse saw something on there that had him practically dragging you inside. It was probably the banana bread. Once up to order, you order a coffee and a pastry while Corpse got, you guessed it, a banana bread and water. You grabbed your drinks and food once ready and sat down at one of the tables. The first sip of coffee instantly revitalized your mood and you could tell Corpse’s banana bread was doing the same for him.

“How's your bread?” You ask with your mouth full of your own food. Corpse only nods his head without looking up from the piece of bread, “Sometimes, I think you love banana bread more than you love me.” You say jokingly as you watch him take another bite.

“I think so too.” He agrees with you and you kick his feet under the table. You both laugh.

“Jerk.” You mumble as you stuff another bite of the sweet pastry in your mouth.

“Don’t be jealous of a piece of bread, babe.” He replies and you just roll your eyes at him while smiling. How you wished every morning can be like this one. It felt so perfectly normal and comfortable to be sitting across from him eating breakfast in a cafe that felt so inviting.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you spot something familiar outside across the street. A person walks by the window and you wait for them to move before seeing one of the very men you were trying to stay away from. Tomura Shigaraki.

“Corpse. We gotta go.” You hurriedly say as you quickly stand up from your seat. He gives you a confused look, before he follows where your eyes are trained on. He’s stunned silent before getting up from his seat and grabbing your hand, leading you towards the counter of the cafe. You’re getting looks from the customers and the staff, but you disregard that entirely as you both push past the door to the back and make your way through the back room. Corpse pushes through the staff, telling them to get out of the way before finding the staff door and pushing it open.

It leads to a back alley where dumpsters reside and trash was littered everywhere with little care. If you weren’t quite literally running for your life right now, im you may have complained about how lazy and stupid people are to leave there trash right next to a dumpster.

“This way.” Corpse says as you both run towards one exit of the alleyways. A figure walks in front of the alley and stops, causing both of you to stop as well. Dabi. Corpse pushes you backwards and tells you to run towards the other exit, but you’re stopped again. It’s Twice. The exits are blocked and you’re sandwiched in between two ruthless men. You chew on your lip as you look around for a ladder, fire escape, a weapon, anything that could throw the odds in your corner. You spot a door on the opposite side of the alley from where you two emerged and have an idea.

“Corpse, follow me.” You say as you tug on his jacket. He’s staring down Dabi and watching him as he saunters closer and closer to you two; Twice doing the same. You try to open the door. Of course it’s locked, so you activate your quirk and melt the handle off and stick your hand through to unlock the door. Pushing the door open and pulling Corpse along with you, you ignore the stares and yells from the chefs of the restaurant you’ve stormed in to and push your way through. You make it to the front of the restaurant and then out onto the street, where you're quickly met with a little girl. Toga.

“I’ve missed you guys! Won’t you come back and let me play with you?” She asks as she pulls her knife out from behind her back and brings it up towards her face. Corpse pulls his face mask down and activates his quirk and lets the vapors from his open mouth ease into the air. His quirk would paralyze her for a few minutes, which would be long enough for you two to get a head start. But Toga had different plans. She moved quickly and brought her knife to Corpse’s hand, the blood gathering on her knife before she jumped back. Corpse held his hand and you both watched as she licked his blood off her knife. “Ahh. My favorite!” Her cheeks flush red and you pull Corpse away despite knowing that something terrible would happen in the next few minutes. You had to try.

“C’mon Corpse, we have to keep running.” You say and he nods his head in agreement. You turn around only to see Toga transform into Corpse and begin to use his quirk against you two, the vapors pouring out of her mouth and into the street, right towards you. You wanted to cry. To scream. Hell, you wanted to kill her. Her, Dabi, Shigaraki, all of them. Can’t they just leave you two the fuck alone?! You were angry and you could feel your palms blistering with the need to use your quirk against her, but it was too late. Corpse went down first, hitting the ground with a thud and you immediately stopped. You try to pull him up by his sleeve, but your quirk melts through the fabric and suddenly you’re breathing in the vapors. The effect is instantaneous and your knees buckle before falling down next to Corpse. You’re facing his legs and you hear footsteps coming closer. Multiple people. Boots, big and heavy steps. Flats, skipping in a childish glee. Sneakers, scuffing against the asphalt.

You use all your energy to pick up your head from the ground. Your head felt like it weighed a ton. Like cinder blocks were holding you down. Corpse’s quirk is really no joke.

“Y-y/n…” Corpse’s voice catches your attention as you watch the three villains approach you two. Dabi leans over you with his hands in his pockets and reaches his foot out to push your limp body over onto your back.

“Well, well. Look what we found.” Dabi’s tone is teasing and terrifying at the same time. This wasn’t how you wanted this to end. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Please.” Your voice barely above a whisper as you felt a hand on your ankle. Corpse. Shigaraki lets out a yawn before waving his hand and turning away from you.

“Bring them back to the hideout. I want them alive. Use whatever means necessary to ensure that.” He says before Toge squeals in excitement. You move your head just enough to look down towards Corpse, his hand still holding onto your ankle.

“Y/n… I’m sorry.”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpsehusband #corpse writing #corpse husband writing #corpse angst #corpse husband angst #corpse x reader #corpse x y/n #corpse fic #corpse imagines #youtuber x reader #corpse husband AU #AU #corpse scenarios #corpse husband scenarios #kay:writes

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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Covenant: Sweet Dreams

Part One | Part Two

Chase Collins x Reader

Word Count: 1,931

Warning: contains physical intimacy and some mature language

Summary: You’ve been away for weeks and Chase has no problems Using to prove just how much he misses you.

It was cold and snowy outside, but the bed was cozy, the comforter wrapped around you thick. Added with a mattress with the right level of firmness and fluffy hotel pillows, and sleep came easy.

In one moment, you were curled on your side, drowsily watching the occasional flash of headlights that filtered in through the blinds. In the next, everything went black. The black was absolute, but not frightening. It was the kind of black that made you feel safe, like when you closed your eyes after a long day and shut everything else out.

Suddenly, you felt another presence in the dark and knew you were no longer alone. A crooning voice whispered in your ear. “Open those eyes for me, pet… there you go… that’s it.”

It took considerable effort but you manage to flutter your lids open like the sweet voice prompted. Something in that voice made it impossible to resist listening to it and you sighed in relief when you felt the voice’s fingers stroke your scalp in reward.

Gathering more strength now that your eyes were open, you turned your head toward the presence and saw that the fingers and the voice belonged to the same person. One that you knew. Knew very well, actually, seeing as how he was your boyfriend.

“Chase, what are you doing here?”

He smiled that signature smile of his. The one that always seemed so sweet at first glance, but masked the edge he normally tried to hide. “What? A guy can’t visit the love of his life?”

His words had you fully awake and you sat up, the darkness transitioning into the familiar view of your bedroom. “Wait. Are you real?” You peered around, your eyesight quickly adjusting. Saw your alarm clock on the nightstand. The piles of clothes that needed to be put away sitting on top of your desk.

He merely laid back on the bed and crossed his arms behind his head. “Well, not physically. But that doesn’t mean it’s not really me.”

You looked again and noticed how the edges of the room looked blurry, like someone had smudged the lines of the ceiling and floor. But everything else appeared perfect and you had definitely felt Chase touching you just now…

“So it’s a dream then,” you concluded. You smacked his chest with the back of your hand after a moment. “You promised to stop being so reckless with your powers, you idiot.”

“This isn’t reckless. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. That qualifies this dreamscape as an emergency in my book.”

He was right about that part. It had been weeks since you’d last seen one another. You had been traveling for research related to your master’s degree program and wouldn’t be flying home for another few days. In hind sight, that fact alone should’ve been enough for you to realize this was taking place in a dream space.

“As much as I love hearing that you miss me, this doesn’t count as an emergency, Chase.” He pouted, resting his head on your lap so he could rub his face into your thighs. “But since you’ve already went and done it… I happy you’re here.”

“Good. That means I can move to the next phase of my plan,” he murmured under his breath as if accidently thinking out loud. Which was a lie, of course. Chase was so self-aware that he never said anything by accident. If he said it out loud, it was because he wanted you to you hear him.

“Next phase?” you asked, playing along with his game.

“Well, you see—I think best if I just show you.” He picked up his head to press a kiss to your covered thigh, making sure to make eye contact with you. There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes.

His kisses moved upward to your hip. To your stomach. To your ribs. To your neck. Until he finally reached your mouth. He kept it very chaste, opting to press a fleeting closed-lip kiss to the side of your mouth. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you shivered.

He pulled back, holding your face securely in his hands. “What do you say, hmn? Shall we continue?”

Before you could consciously think about it, your head was nodding up and down. The mood instantly changed from sweet touches to hungry intent. Black started leeching from the pupil to completely cover both of Chase’s eyes and you knew you were in for it.

You saw was the flash of his fire rimmed eyes and suddenly you were laid flat out on your back. The sheets were cool against your naked skin, bared completely nude for Chase’s own viewing pleasure. A blindfold took away your vision, leaving you in darkness once again. Unlike when you were trying to fall asleep, you were now hyper-alert for any sounds or touches in order to compensate for the loss.

Next, your arms were pulled up above your head. A quick test proved that your wrists were wrapped in sooth silk, likely conjured by your boyfriend, and bound to your headboard; your arms wouldn’t be moving until Chase allowed it. Your heart was already hammering in your chest and nothing had even happened yet.

He parted your legs so that he could position himself in between them. He spread them into a wide ‘v’ and spanked one of your thighs. “Keep them open, okay? Otherwise they get tied up too.”

He moved up your body to hover over your chest and you made sure not to move your legs. Chase demanded obedience and he was petty enough to leave you tied up, and untouched, if you didn’t follow the rules.

He leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, his warm breath raising goosebumps around the area. The touch seemed even more sensual now that you couldn’t see it coming. He alternated between strong sucks and playful flicks of his tongue. Not wanting to leave the other out, his hand crept up to grasp the bud with his fingers, stroking it masterfully until it hardened into a peak.

You sighed in bliss, the thread connecting your sensitive nipples to your sex lighting up. He wasn’t satisfied though.

“I know you’re louder than that. Come on, let me hear you,” he said pinching your nipple. The pinch made you squirm and he followed it with a drawn-out lick to ease the pain.

The familiar duality of hard-soft treatment got you to release your first moan of the night and even though you couldn’t confirm it, you just knew that Chase had a smug grin on his face. “Louder,” he insisted darkly. The rumble of his voice combined with his sinful touches had you mewling, your back arching to keep his mouth on you.

“That’s more like it,” he purred.

With a parting lick, he detached himself completely and you had no idea what he would do next—your hearing no help since your heavy moaning drowned out every other sound. He left you in suspense for a few minutes, your body wound tight, and it wasn’t until you shifted your legs that he made his move.

“Uh uh uh,” he tsked in a sing-song voice. “What did I say? And I thought you were going to be good for me.”

“I do,” you breathed. “I promise I want to be good!”

His nails dug in to the flesh of your thighs, forcefully, his fingers gripping tight enough to leave marks. More silk wrapped around your ankles and it yanked so that you were forced into a split. It wasn’t the max limit of your flexibility, but it was enough to feel a stretching sensation in your muscles.

Without warning, he cupped you in his hand which had you bucking your hips. You were already slick and he coated his fingers, running them over you to make you even more slick while you trembled. Once he was content, he pulled away again and you grunted, restless on the bed.

“Patience, pet. I’m thinking.”

His gaze was laser focused on your sex as he stroked near your groin. He wasn’t sure whether to continue using his hands or if he should switch to his mouth. He was watering for a taste of you, but you really hadn’t earned that treat…

Oh well, he sighed. It couldn’t be helped. You needed to be taught a lesson. Besides, he knew you would look even better once you were a writhing mess.

He curled his fingers and pumped you once. Caught by surprise, you moaned lewdly, your hips canting to follow his movements.

“Here’s what’s going to happen—you’re going count every pump I give you until you get to fifteen. Then, if I want, I’ll use my mouth. Deal?”

It sounded like a trap. There was no way it wasn’t. Being stroked instead of spanked? Chase was a text book definition of a smooth talker who could sell ice to Eskimos. As good as the offer sounded, you knew it couldn’t be as easy as it seemed. Having no choice but to accept, you nodded.

He pumped again, slowly and with a tantalizing stroke at the end that had you straining against the silk bonds. And then he pressed his thumb down on a sensitive spot of nerves and made harsh, tight circles.

“One,” you gasped, lightning streaking through you. If it was that good after only one, there was no way you were get to fifteen without cumming. And that would be all the excuse he needed to deliver a harder punishment. You were definitely in trouble.

He went to touch you again when you were interrupted by a distant knock. Chase went deadly still and you turned towards the sound, still blindfolded. Another knock sounded, louder than the first time.

The restraints holding your limbs disappeared, followed quickly by the blindfold. All around, your bedroom was slipping away piece by piece and faster every second until just the bed remained. Confused, you faced Chase only to see him trembling in fury.

“Dammit,” he snarled. Then it all went blank.

Blinking your eyes, you found yourself back in the hotel room. A bit disoriented, you were awake enough to hear more knocking coming from down the hall. You heard a door open and a heated flurry of hushed whispers as the person knocking was presumably admitted into their room. The door slammed shut and then all was quiet again.

You picked up the clock from the bedside table and groaned in disappointment when it read 2:46 AM. Unfortunately, it would be while before you were able to fall back asleep now that you were wide awake. Down sides of being a particular sleeper.

And not only would you be unable to go back to sleep immediately, you were now left turned on with no boyfriend to finish you off. Your only consolation was that Chase was just as frustrated as you. Perhaps even more so.

It wasn’t often he wore his emotions clearly, especially in the bedroom, but his expletive more than gave him away, his parting snarl still echoing in your ears. He was pissed at being denied. Served him right for using his powers irresponsibly like that.

You amused yourself by imagining that he’d get so worked up, he’d call to finish what he started. A highly unlikely, but very intriguing fantasy. But then your phone lit up from where it peeked out under the covers to announce an incoming call.

You smirked in the darkness.

Looked like your fantasy might not be as unlikely as you thought.

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My first time writing for Chase! Was it alright? Thanks to @dhampiravidi for agreeing that he’s a kinky one. And thanks to anyone who reads!

#the covenant #chase collins #chase collins x reader #imagines #sebastian stan #rated m for mature

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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Happier (10) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: After the events of last night, Tom and Y/N are completely heartbroken. More threats are thrown out. Tom leaves???

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A/N: WOW 10 CHAPTERS ALREADY?! If you made it this far..Thanks for sticking around! What has been your favorite part in the series so far??

Anger

There was no way to describe it. The unsettling feeling erupted between Y/N and Tom after last night. At that point, they weren’t sure of where to go from here, but I guess that’s what happens when one lets their guard down. Once thinking they had a second chance to rebuild what was lost, has now drifted further and further apart.

Y/N knew she should be angry at Unknown, for being the reason why she had to experience heartbreak a second time. Yet, she also couldn’t help but feel anger towards Tom. There had to be a reason behind the kiss, but something inside her didn’t want to let go of the fact that he did kiss Natalie in the end. It wasn’t staged, it wasn’t questionable pictures, it was real and Y/N had the displeasure of seeing it up close.

The images wouldn’t leave her mind, and no one was there to look out for her. Kate was gone, and Harrison and Harry took a weekend for themselves. For the first time ever...it was just her against the world.

Y/N hadn’t moved from her position since she yelled at Tom. Crouched on the floor, her back leaning against the door, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her mind and her heart had left her body, while she was very much alive, her current state might as well deem her dead. She was waiting for someone, something to give her a sign that everything was going to be okay.

Thats when she heard the soft knocks. Three knocks at a time. Once. Twice. Then a third time. Y/N refused to open the door, thinking it was still Tom, but the more she waited the more the enfuriating knocking would not stop. After a couple more, she was ready to open door just to stop it. Another part was also curious to know what Tom had to say about last night. Maybe just maybe they’d get through it again like they did before. Y/N wiped her tears dry, and turned the doorknob.

It wasn’t Tom.

Natalie with her neatly waved, dirty blonde hair appeared at the door, her hand in mid knock. She gently placed it down and gave Y/N a tight-lipped smiled. “May I come in?” She asked in her robust english accent.

“Let me think about it. You’re in a PR relationship with my ex-boyfriend, you stole my ex-boyfriend’s clothes without permission and posted it all over social media when you said you wouldn’t...and let me see I know there was one more thing I was forgetting...” Y/N sarcastically ponders the thought, tapping her finger on her chin. “Oh yeah..you managed to kiss him right in front of me when there was no need for the PR. So if you asking to come into my room as if you’ve been my best friend all my life..You’re out of your fucking mind.” She speaks out bitterly.

Natalie looks at Y/N surprised at the attitude thrown at her. She knew Y/N was one for being a forgiving and generous girl, but today she saw a whole side of her. Natalie smirks at the comment and the result of her stunt. “Okay, then I won’t play the nice gal anymore. Now this is your last warning. Stay. Away. From. Tom.” Natalie threatens, jabbing her finger into Y/N’s chest as she emphasizes the last four words.

It clicked for Y/N as if a lightbulb when off in her head. She always had her assumptions, but Natalie’s threat was enough to prove her theory. “It is you...You’re Unknown. This whole time...From the moment I started to drift away from Tom..It was because of you!” Y/N yells out in frustration.

Natalie laughs manically. “Oh babes. You’re funny if you think I’m Unknown. Im only a part of your nightmare. And it’s going to keep on going and going. I’ll make sure you never wake from it.”

Y/N glares at Natalie, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this..if you’re not Unknown, who is?”

“Like I’d ever tell you who Unknown is. I wasn’t lying about that part though. Unknown is on to me as well if I don’t play my role in this game.” Natalie scoffs as she looks at her fresh pressed manicure.

“If Unknown is threatening you, then why don’t you stop them? Why help make my life miserable when you know all of us are being pulled by the strings?” Y/N interrogates Natalie, furrowing her eyesbrows in confusion. No human being would be that cruel to ruin somone else’s life for no apparent reason. She assumed that Natalie was lying for the sake of keeping herself safe from Unknown, but from what?

“Because you took the one thing I ever truly cared about. Tom and I were doing fine, until you came into the picture.” Natalie glares at Y/N. She wanted to make sure her message was loud and clear. “I want to make you feel the pain and loss I felt when Tom left me.”

Y/N looks at her with digust, almost sick to her stomache the way Natalie talked down to her. “You cant change the way he feels Natalie.”

“No, but it seems like you’re doing that just on your own. Honestly Y/N, how much longer do you think he’ll take the more you push him away? Unknown and I are just the boost, you’re insecurities is what’s doing the magic. God, I cant wait to see how far it goes.” Natalie smirks as she turns toward the door.

“Then why keep going Natalie? You have Tom, the publicity, the looks. What more do you want?” Y/N challenges her.

“Acceptance.” She simply states. “And I wouldn’t bother bringing this up or trying to make ammends with Tom. You know Unknown will continue to pull more strings. In fact, I heard he got so sick of everything, he’s leaving on the next flight for Germany.” Natalie emphasizes, hoping to hit a trigger point for Y/N.

Y/N remained frozen, feeling so defeated as she looked at Natalie one last time before she made her way out shutting the door. Tom left. He left because of her and now she was truly alone.

Natalie skips her way downstairs to see Tom on the phone with his agent. He’s clearly distressed about last night and sitting down with his phone in hand. “Germany?! Now?!” He asks. “I..I cant. I have something going on right now. I have to fix this. I cant leave.” He speaks out as the voice talks over him. Tom was in no mood for games and he certaintly wasn’t ready to pack his bags and leave for an emergency shoot while Y/N locked herself in her room thinking he cheated on her with Natalie.

“Please...I need to set this right. I can’t think about work right now—.” Tom pleads.

“Tom, I get it. You’re heartbroken. Y/N’s heartbroken, but this is important. Not coming through with this could damage your career and cost you millions under contract.” His agent regretfully shares. “Trust me I tried to find a way out for you, but there’s no loophole. Natalie’s agents have it in their control and breaking it could mean all your money goes to them.”

Tom placed the phone on his forehead as he tries to channel and calm his anger. Natalie was getting on his nerves by the second. If it weren’t for this stupid contract, he would have never agreed to the PR stunt, let alone..let her live in their house for as long as they had. “Don’t tell me this all because of the fucking stunt.” He grumbled, trying his best to contain the frustration.

“Yes and no. It’s for the movie. They want to start filming and start setting up interviews for behind the scenes. Natalie will be there too, but I can make sure you are allowed to go alone...if it makes it any better.”

While Tom’s agent tried to make his job less difficult...it really didn’t make it any better. He’d avoid another stunt, but it also meant being far away from Y/N, right when she needed him the most. She had to hear the truth of what really happened that night.

Speaking of the woman herself, Natalie padded her way innocently towards Tom. Her arms crossed, her hair slightly fluffed, almost as if she were trying to show the world how soft she was. “You should go.” She says sweetly in her accent.

Tom looks at her in disgust as he tries to back away. “Not like I had a choice.” He leaves Natalie alone, making his way to pack his things. He knocked on Y/N’s door one last time to see if she would answer, but nothing. However, that didnt meant it would stop him from saying what had to be said. “Y/N, look...I know youre extremely pissed at me right now and you have every right to be. But you have to believe me when I tell you that it meant nothing to me at all. I..I..I have to go right now, and leave for Germany, but when Im done with this stupid contract Im coming back for you. I promise.” He laments, sliding a folded note under her doorway.

Unfortunately for Y/N she did not hear a single word that came from Tom. Her body and mental state had made her so overly exhausted, it put her in a state of deep sleep. If she couldn’t face the problems in the real world ar the moment, at least she could escape it in her dreams. So there it laid on the hardwood floor just hidden under the purple tapestry rug, Tom’s heartfelt note waiting to be read.

Tom made it to Germany in two hours time. The whole plane ride, he couldn’t help but wonder if Y/N had listened to anything he said, if she even bothered to read his note to her. He couldn’t worry much about his projects when the woman he loved was hurting again, right after he swore he’d do anything to protect her. The first two days passed ever so slowly. Tom’s anticipation to go back home moved quicker than the seconds on the clock. But here he was, sitting down in a green room waiting to be interviewed, feeling completely useless.

Light footsteps click clacked in the hallway, and the noise started getting closer, it became louder and clearer. Out of the shadows of the hallway was Natalie, dressed in a gold floral dress, with looks that could kill and make any woman envious. “Umm...we still got 30 minutes before we go on.” She smiles, talking ever so gently. Natalie takes the seat beside him on the couch, trying her best to hold on to his hands.

Tom rolls his eyes, yanking them out of her reach. “Stop it Natalie. Im tried of this shit already.” He reacts, distress straining his voice.

Natalie’s smile drops the moment she hears him say those words. “Tom...I was just..”

“No! You are taking this stunt way too seriously. What you did back in London is really shit of you. Taking my clothes, and kissing me without my consent?! What the fuck Natalie?!” Tom raises his voice, the lines on his forehead creasing.

“I thought it was a rather cute thing to do. Besides the people loved it, and don’t act like you didn’t love the kiss. I felt the passion in there.” Natalie justifies, flipping her golden locks as if her action had no consequences.

Tom laughs in disbelief. “Natalie. You ruined my chances with Y/N. I pushed you away the moment you pressed your lips on mine.”

“Why her? Why are you so caught up on Y/N? I told you so many times that she’s not good for you. She’s not even British. I meant what I said about the both of us being great together. Look at the pictures, the reactions. People love us. Thats why we got this lousy interview in the first place.”

“But Natalie...I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this. I love Y/N. I dont care what the whole world thinks. It will always be her.”

Natalie looks at him with teary eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work. After everything she’s been through, after all the things she did for Unknown, Tom was supposed to be with her. “I don’t understand. You were supposed to love me!” She screams, her eyes burning with fury. “I was supposed to win in the end!”

“You can’t force someone to love you Natalie!” He screams back, his face turning redder by the minute. “Im not some prize to be won.” There’s silence in the room. Breaths heaving and panting as they try to recollect themselves. Tom takes another breath before he continues, “Look, we may have been childhood friends and gotten close, but this doesn’t mean we were endgame. Y/N came into my life and my whole life changed for the better with her. It’s like I can breathe, laugh, see the world in a whole new light because of her.”

Natalie sniffles, looking away as she hears the truth that she can no longer deny. Tom was truly in love with Y/N and no amount of backstabbing, threats, PR stunts, or fights could break them apart. They were meant for each other. “I just wish it was with me.” She whispered.

Tom shakes his head, now talking more gently. “I know, but believe when I tell you, I’m not that guy. Somewhere out there you’ll find someone who makes you feel the way I feel about Y/N every second of the day.” He places his hand on her shoulder as she gently touches it and pushes it away. She could no longer be angry, all the anger had left and was replaced with sadness. Natalie couldn’t help but wonder if this is how Y/N felt after everything she’s been put through. Maybe worse more or less, but was this what a broken heart felt like?

It was time for the interview, and as Tom made his way out, Natalie stayed behind. A change of heart was taking place inside her, and with everything that’s happened, she wanted to set things right. “What are you still doing here? Get your arse into that interview.” Her mother grumbles as she yanks her daughter’s wrist to the door.

“Mother...he doesn’t love me.” Natalie, whispers, her voice almost disappearing.

“I told you, he’ll learn. If you weren’t doing such a lousy job, maybe he would learn to love you.” Her mother rolls her eyes, still trying to drag her out to the room.

Natalie shakes her head holding back. “He won’t ever love me. Tom..he’s truly in love with Y/N, and that’s not something we can ever break. Every obstacle makes them stronger, and even now Tom is still willing to win her back. We can’t win mum.”

“Don’t tell me you’re growing a soft heart now. You’re more to blame than me. Naughty girl, always trying to break them up for your own good. If you weren’t so keen on —“

“No mum! That’s what you wanted! You wanted me to get the fame and fortune. I wanted love..but not like this. Not if we’re forcing Tom to love me when he doesn’t.” She wipes the tears from her eyes before continuing, “Im done with this. With everything. I’m going through this interview and that’s it. I want to set things write.”

“Then I’ll just ruin you and your friends with all the secrets and blackmail we’ve collected. You really want to be a part of that game?” Her mother threatens.

“You cant hurt us anymore, mum. No secret and blackmail will ever be big enough to break them. Every stone has been unturned.” With that Natalie makes her way into the interview where she sits next to Tom, in a very platonic way.

“So Tom and Natalie, tell us about your relationship. How is it going so far?”

Tom and Natalie looked at each other, smiling. Almost as if they were telepathically telling the other it was time to tell the truth. No more secrets. No more blackmail. This was it. The end was near.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Hi! I've been binge-reading your fics and was wondering if I could request a second part to the Chris fic of when he finds out the reader is in hospital after a car accident? Thank you! X

A/N- Thank you anon for being so patient.

Part One Here

Carley tried to keep it together against her brother, but it was almost impossible and Chris dropped his head to kiss the top of his sister's head. There sister, Shanna came over and whispered while waving her hand at someone behind Chris. “Her parents are here. Come on Carly, let's go sit down.” Thank you Chris mouthed to Shanna and turned to head off your parents, who came rushing down. “Christopher, what happened?!” Your mother was grasping your father's arm, and Chris tried to keep it together. Blinking rapidly to keep the tears back and his voice cracking.

“A car t-boned her in an intersection, and she's in surgery now. That's all I know, my sister's called me and I came right over.” He offered a hug to your mother, and she clutched to him for a moment, the woman's body now felt frail in his arms, and your father was just shaking his head, trying to come to terms with all that he said. “Wheres a doctor? They have to give us answers.”

Chris helped your mother sit down, and paced back and forth. It wasn't long till a nurse brought your father back, assuring the entire group that the doctor would come to speak with you all once he was finished. Chris fell almost with a crash in between Carly and your Mother, fisting his hands through his hair. His phone vibrating over and over in his pocket, he yanked it out and handed it to his sisters. “Please, just tell whoever there's an emergency and I will get a hold of them as soon as I can.” Shanna was quick to take over, Carly laying her head against her brother's forearm.

Chris, he was just trying to keep a rational mind. The heels of his palms pressing against his stinging eyes. His mind rolling through memories you two shared in private, his favorite ones. Like that time he came home from the Avengers set to find the house all quiet, locked up. Frowning as you assured him you would be home, he was just about to go up the stairs when he saw something bright on the nearby kitchen counter. Going to it, he picked up a water gun, frowning a bit as he then checked the note.

Dearest Poor Chris,

Sorry buddy, I'm in a feisty mood tonight and looks like your caught in the middle. If you squirt that gun in your mouth, you will find that it's filled with Smirnoff, don't judge, it's 5 o'clock somewhere. Come find me, bet you cant. Just be warned I have one to. Good Lucky Baby, don't get shot. 😈

Love regardless of when I win and take you down,

Y/N

Oh, it's on. Ditching his bag, he picked up the water gun and started to stalk through the house. Around corners and behind doors. Chris frowned and considered that maybe you actually weren't home when he saw the back door to the fenced-in yard open. There weren't many places to hide out back so he considered it would be easy to catch you out there. Stalking to the door, he eased it open when he heard a snicker behind him, “Evans, you lose.” and there was a squirt against the back of his neck, and he whipped around, shooting his vodka filled gun at you, getting you in the front of your shirt, making you gasp.

“OH! That's war!” shooting at him again you darted for the couch, ducking behind it. Dodger came whipping around the corner and barrelled right into Chris, making him stumble over him falling onto the couch with a oomph, and you glanced over, rolling over the top and landing on him making him go oomph again as you wiggled in place, smirking down at him. “Well well, looks like I got myself a prisoner.”

“Oh really?” He lifts his pistol and you open your mouth letting him shoot the vodka into your mouth, licking your lips. “Yea really. Your pistol never counted. Now... what shall I do with my prisoner?” You grin, letting your fingers pull into his hair and press your lips to his, giggling against them. “welcome home handsome.” Kissing deeper in light nibbles, Dodger shoved his nose between both of your faces, making you both break away, laughing hard. You reached over and gently pushed him a step back out of your faces and Chris ruffled his ears. “I missed you to buddy.”

“Chris, CHRIS" Carlys voice broke through the memory and red eyes Chris lifted his head. “Yea?” Catching sight of the doctor, he immediately stood up, surrounded by both your family members. “Please, tell us she's okay.”

“She's out of the woods, but her recovery will be very long.” The doctor started. “She will be out of it the rest of the day, but a couple at a time you can go see her.” Nodding, Chris insisted to your parents they should visit first, and after a while, they came back out, your mother wiping tears, but seeming to be better handling it than before, your father, relieved. Then Shanna insisted Chris would go next. Carly right with him.

It hurt, to see you looking so small in that bed. Monitors and wires everywhere. There was a soft gasp from Carly, but Chris never hesitated, he went right to your side and pulled a chair up next to you, His fingers sliding down the unbruised part of your arm. “She-she looks so small.” He said as he weaved his fingers with yours. Carley went up behind her brother and rubbed his shoulders.

“He said she was going to be okay though, just sleeping off from all the sleep and pain meds they gave her.”

Chris nodded, his eyes already had there share of tears streaked down and dried, more falling. “Well I can't let her wake up alone, Y/N will be so scared.” Resolving to stay right there, Carley tried talking to him a bit longer, but her brother was short on words. Finally, she kissed the top of his head and gave a loose hug. “Im gonna send Shanna in here now.”

He hadn't moved in those moments, and Shanna pulled up a chair next to him, smiling softly. “She looks good Chris, strong. Back on her feet in no time.”

“Yes, she is a fighter isn't she.” He couldn't help but smile a bit, one of the reasons he loved you so much, your will to never get up once you set your mind to something.

“She is, it will all be okay. I'm going to head home. Her parents left a while ago, so don't worry about them. Make sure you call Mom okay? She's worried about you. I already got a hold of Scott and Dad, they send there love.” And just like his other sister, she kissed the top of his head and a hug, giving an extra squeeze. “Thank you, Shanna, for everything.”

“Y/N is family too. I would do anything for her.” and with that it was just Chris and You, once in a while a nurse would come in, checking some vitals before leaving the two of you alone again.

Chris leaned over you and kissed your forehead, whispering. “I promise to stay right here Babygirl.” Reaching behind to the back of his necklace, he unclasped it and latched it around your neck, fixing it so it was straightened. “You need him watching over you more than me right now.” Sitting back down, his chair inched over as much as possible, and his mouth pressing to your hand, waiting.

You could only remember the soreness as you started to come back to consciousness, it was all over your body like a searing reminder of what happened. Kind of remember, what did happen? All you could recall was easing the car out at the green light, having to make your delivery at the store when it all went black. A car... a red one came right at your driver side door. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes open and they scan the room, it was darker in there, lights on dim, and it takes a while for your eyes to adjust. A warmth is encased around your hand and you tilted your head to see Chris with his head bent over your hand, almost like he was praying. Your fingers wiggled a bit and he jumped, wide-eyed, looking at you.

“Oh thank god.” He half sobbed, kissing your hand again and reaching over to cup your face, careful of the tubes giving you oxygen. “Babygirl, it's so good to see them eyes again.”

“Chris, how long have I been out? Jesus, I feel like a car ran over me.” You groaned and Chris reached for a call button to bring in the nurse.

“Since early this morning, you got out of surgery a few hours ago Y/N, Fuck, a car did hit you Baby,” Chris told you and you sighed, letting the bit of pain just wash over you instead of trying to fight it, you were too tired to.

“Have you been here all day?” You asked a bit groggy, and he nodded.

“Of course, my girls in the hospital. Everything else can wait.”

That made you grin a bit, you knew Chris loves you with all his heart, he was sure to remind you of that every day. “I'm really glad your here.” You whisper and he brushed his fingers along your cheek and kissed your forehead. “I would like to see anyone try to keep me away.

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