#i always get this lump in my throat and my heart starts pounding bc i feel so stepped on.

[silenthillbunni]

i genuinely hate my sisters sm rn. they never leave me alone. they constantly disrespect me and walk all over me. it's so exhausting to deal with everyday.

#i always get this lump in my throat and my heart starts pounding bc i feel so stepped on. #it's sm the little things they do #like i had my door open just now and my sister walked by it and hit it so it slammed shut #like ???? just leave me alone. they dont respect me even to 1% #it prob sounds silly but im extremely sensitive and these r basically just micro aggressions but it's so tiring

[volleychumps]

« Progressive Rivalry

Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅

~ just why do you keep running into the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well?

format: One-Shot 

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope 

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“Oh look, my best friend’s here.” 

“Fuck off.” 

A sarcastic grin tickles your lips as you place a hand over your chest, pouting mock-affectionately as the dark haired spiker wipes at his sweaty neck with a damp towel. You adjust the gym bag on your arm as the rest of your team begins to warm up, already used to this turn of events. 

“Aw, Iwa! You always manage to warm my cold, dead heart. If you have a crush on me, just say so. Are you some kind of stalker?” 

“Hah? A stalker? You wish.”  Iwaizumi stands as the red-headed one and popular brunette behind him stifle their amused laughter into their fists. “Who would like looking at your ugly mug all day?” 

The spiker’s failed attempt to intimidate you with his height had your smile widening in challenge, the insult not hurting a bit.  In fact, you lean a little closer, fake sniffing as if he had genuinely hurt your feelings. 

“Yep. I definitely want this temperamental six year old in the body of a seventeen year old to show an ounce of interest in me. How’d you know?” 

“How can I not show interest in things that perturb me?” 

“So you are interested.” You wink. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head over using words that are too complicated for your brain.” You lean around him to shoot a sweet smile to his teammates, ignoring the flash of irritation across Iwa’s face. 

“Issei, Oikawa, Hiro!” You flash a thumbs up, your pretty smile almost blinding. “You guys were cool.” 

“Y/N-chan~ you’re such an angel!” 

“Angel my ass.” 

“Oh. You’re still here.” Your voice falls dejected as Iwaizumi gains an irk mark on his forehead. Glancing back at your team, you smile and wave at the other three. “Gotta go warm up, cheer for me!” 

“Good luck!” Matsukawa calls after you, merely grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him an irritated stare. 

“Not gonna wish the love of your life a good game?” Hanamaki questions, already beginning to walk off while smirking into his water bottle as his dark-haired friend merely scoffs. The teasing from his trio of “friends”  wasn’t anything new. 

“I don’t think that thing is capable of loving.”

“Yeah yeah, you love her, we get it.” 

Iwaizumi groaned inwardly, sitting down tiredly on the bleachers to rest up as your team littered your side of the net. His jaw clenched when you offered him a lazy wave, kneeling slightly in your position as a libero. 

There were many things Iwaizumi had could say about your character or even the irritating smile on your lips at his blatant annoyance, but he couldn’t deny how well your team mixed. Oikawa whistled lowly as Hanamaki absently mentions to Matsukawa about how the other team hardly stood a chance. 

Iwaizumi blinks, feeling a pit of annoyance in his gut as the boys in the stands whistled at every save you made, the pit deepening even further at the smile you cast in their direction. 

“You’ll get frown marks Iwa-Chan!” 

“Shut the hell-” 

“Oh shit! Y/N!” 

Iwaizumi’s head whips back in the direction of your match at the sound of Hanamaki’s exclamation just in time for the collision. 

And then his breath caught in his breath so abruptly he almost choked. 

You clutched your ankle, teeth biting so deep into your lip so hard Iwa swore he could see a bead of blood as you withheld an obvious wail of pain. Your teammate knelt by your side with a hand clamped over her mouth in shock, Iwa being able to make out from your teammates’ panic that someone had accidentally shoved you so hard to the side you swore you heard your ankle snap in an attempt to stabilize yourself. 

“Y/N-chan!” 

“Is she okay?” 

But Iwa wasn’t listening, all distaste for you seeming to drown out of his system as he wondered, 

wondered why the hell he cared so much about the girl who tried her hardest to get under his skin. Your witty retorts, your wide grin, the softness of your irises, and the pang in his chest every time you jokingly bumped your shoulder against his in passing- 

that same girl who’s cheeks were now shining with spilled tears causing him to rise to his feet. 

“Oi Iwaizumi, where are you going?” 

He didn’t spare a glance to your teammates as they silently made way for the wide-shouldered spiker, dark eyes assessing the damage as he bent down, swooping you up into his arms as if you hadn’t weighed a thing. He ignored the stares and wolf whistles from his team as he hurried out of the gym and in the direction of the infirmary towards the specialists who were trained for these events, heart tugging at the sound of your whimpers. 

“I’ve had dreams about this.” You mumble, eyes clenched shut as tears built up on your closed eyelids, arms wrapping around his neck tighter as you buried your face in his neck. “Please be hot, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“You’re still joking at a time like this?” Iwa’s voice cracks at the proximity, wondering why on earth his chest was pounding in his ears as your eyes shot open. Immediately, you begin to squirm, your face heating up as Iwaizumi continues his hurried stride, barely sparing you a glance. 

“You’re taking me?” 

“No.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me!” 

Iwaizumi leans his head in the opposite direction, away from the volume of your voice, but he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of amusement on the right side of his lips as you seemed distracted by the obvious pain in your ankle. Mission successful. 

He ignores your protests to set you down, frowning at your claims to wanting anyone else to have taken you. Even the brunette one.

“See, now that’s just plain insulting.” Iwa’s eyes narrow at you as he finally sets you down on one of the cots, about to walk off to find the doctor before a hand weakly tugs at the bottom of his jersey. 

“....I think they’ll come soon. Can you...just stay? Just until they come?” 

Iwaizumi blinked. Then blinked again. 

Iwaizumi clears his throat, recovering from his shock before pulling up a stool and grabbing a nearby first aid kit. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gentle touch causing your cheeks to flare up as your eyes took on a vulnerable edge. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” It was genuine curiosity, anything to alleviate the strange heaviness in his chest when he acknowledged that fact that you despised him so.

Your eyes widen at the sudden attack, wincing a little as the cotton pad dabs at your lips, soaked in alcohol. “Why do you?” 

“I don’t hate you.”

“Oh-” 

“I just think you’re annoying as hell.” 

“Well I think that not a single thought goes on behind those pretty eyes.” 

“So you think my eyes are pretty?” 

The silence is heavy as you shake your head no quickly, causing Iwa to click his tongue and scold you to stay still as he keeps his eyes trained on your-

oh god he’s looking at your lips. 

“Yes.” You’re almost whispering, shyly avoiding his widened gaze as you lean away from him.

He stumbles over his words at your direct response, unprepared for the way in which you lean a little further back, eyes nervous and not at all the sarcastic gleam he knows as he swallows back the lump in his throat. 

“Well,” and then his hand is cupping the side of your face as he tugs you closer, confusion swirling in his head as his heart surges him forward, practically mumbling against your lips in a daze before he could stop himself. 

“I think you’re prettier.” 

He wanted to smirk at how he could practically see smoke puff out of your head. 

“Even if you hate me?” 

“I’m honestly not sure I ever did.” 

The distance is closed by you, a hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark locks as his thumb strokes your cheek, lips moving feverishly together as you attempt to pull back-

If he let you go, would you go back to hating one another? 

only for him to kiss you back even harder as if he was satiating some sort of hunger, a smile growing on your lips before a shot of pain shoots through your leg, bringing you back to reality as you whine against his lips. Iwaizumi gasps, ignoring your giggles and assuring words that you’re fine, carefully laying you down on your back while elevating your ankle. 

“Y/N.” 

“First name basis? Look at us skipping all the necessary steps.” you tug your hair out of it’s knot, attempting to redo it with a hair tie between your lips as the pain in your ankle falls to a dull throb. 

“What did....are we...?”

“Does the Iwaizumi Hajime want to know if we’re a thing or not?” Your smile has his cheeks flushing, stare becoming irritated. 

“Oi. Nevermi-” 

“Yes, idiot. Now run along and fetch my things, will you?” 

He rolls his eyes at your playful wink, ensuring your injured ankle was positioned properly before beginning to exit the infirmary-

“And Iwa?”

“What is it, doll?” 

Your chest leaps at the nickname, Iwaizumi beginning to smirk at the change in expression on your face before you clear your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

It was one of the most sincere things you had ever said to him. 

Your unexpected boyfriend kissed you on the lips a second time after a few strides, any confusion within him seeming nonexistent as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you gazed up at him had his chest doing somersaults, wondering if you were both just denying the attraction you felt towards one another before fate took its turn. 

“Nah, I should be thanking you.” 

“For what?” 

“Hurting your ankle-” 

“Get out.” 

Iwa’s feeling like an idiot with the lilt to his lips when the door slides shut and something hits the door where his head would have been, the slight smile fading back to his usual scowl at the sight before him. 

His three friends had identical grins on their faces, Matsukawa holding a #1 fan balloon and Hanamaki decked out in merch from your school. He narrows his eyes at the bouquet of flowers tucked behind Oikawa’s back. All obviously from the themed store of the tournament. 

Guess he didn’t need to worry about whether or not you would enjoy his idiotic friends’ company. 

“So you're whipped. Didn’t see that one coming.” 

“Whatever.”

“Iwa, where are you going?” 

“...to go get her things.” 

“You so love her.” 

“Shut the hell up and don’t enter her room until I get back.”

It was only when the dark-haired spiker turned the corner, looking behind and in front of him before his back hits a nearby wall as he attempts to calm his heartbeat, swearing he had never felt such a wild surge of energy through his veins as his lips tingled with the taste of you. He sighs, touching the hair tie that he stole from you when he kissed you a second time from within his pocket, wondering just when his hatred melted into the exact opposite. 

He was so whipped.

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Hi all! How are you lovelies doing? I’m going to be on here more often, thank you for 9k and your patience with me has helped me so much! This was one of my requests that I wanted to use to slide back into the swing of things, so I hope you enjoyed! <3

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[forsworned]

can i request a Rengoku x fem or male reader where he becomes completely smitten with the reader after they always make him snacks (and then some). mayybe he confesses in the end, idkk✨

[♥] love confession. {renguko kyoujurou x reader}

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff!!

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Renguko Kyoujurou/Reader

Word count: 1,839

a/n: ahhhh!! i'm so sorry this took me so long to make. i hate writing when i'm not in the mood bc it signifiicantly depletes the quality of my writing and that's just no fair for you guys, i hope ypu enjoy this :) requests are open!

To say that Kyoujurou simply enjoyed snacks was an understatement. He was a snack fiend. He had a bad habit of carrying snacks anywhere and everywhere. Compliments to Mitsuri for making him pick it up.

[Name] would watch him pull them out of his sleeves. His uniform pockets and occasionally from in between the buttons of uniform. On multiple occasions, he’d sneak some mini taiyaki and other times senbei. When she was around him and she’d catch him, he laugh at himself and offer her some, which of course she would never deny. Kyoujurou was too cute to deny in her eyes.

Until one day, she had noticed that he hadn’t been snacking all day. Not once, not even a nibble and even that was enough to spark some suspicion on her end.

[Name] pondered all the times she had seen him that day and each time she had remembered, he seemed a little sad. Was it because he ran out of them?

Just then she had conjured up an idea. What if I made a bunch of his favorite snacks? That would definitely cheer him up!

Honestly, [Name] would do anything to see him smile and she would stop at nothing to get it. And slowly, but surely, that is exactly what she did.

It became a daily routine to bring Kyoujurou any snack she knew he would enjoy. And of course, he would accept every time because he simply could not get enough of [Name's] homemade snacks. Every time that he would ask what she would add to her food, she would insist that the secret ingredient was "love".

Which would obviously fly over his head (god bless his heart) because Kyoujurou was so oblivious it hurt. But like [Name] had firmly stated with all her heart. She wouldn't stop at nothing to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Kyoujurou. So like any corny, cliche storyline, [Name] had told Kyoujurou that she planned a sort of taste testing for an upcoming cooking competition she had.

But like the good spirited man Kyoujurou was, he happily agreed. He would do anything to help his fellow comrades out. [Name] could jump for joy, but she held it in and instead gave him a time to meet up her place. Kyoujurou smiled his usual smile before bowing.

"See you then!"

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

By this time, she had already been in the kitchen for over two hours now whipping up a bunch of Kyoujurou's favorite snacks. The oven dinged signaling that her sweet potatoes were done. She pulled them out and set them down on the counter. [Name] was delighted with herself because not only was she done, but she had successfully prepared everything. The sweet potatoes were roasted to perfection and she set the scallion butter she also made on the side.

Now she had sakura mochi, senbei and takoyai. She wanted to keep it both sweet and savory so that he could enjoy both equally. All that was left was to surprise him.

[Name] pulled her pocket watch out of her breast pocket and checked the time.

He should be here any minute.

Her heart was pounding in her chest the more she thought about it. Somehow she had mustered up the courage to ask Kyoujurou to come to her humble abode--alone. And (mostly) happily obliged. There was still the lingering sadness about him that made her heart ache.

"[Name]?' She heard his voice call out and her anxiety peaked as she rushed to the door with a scarf in her hand.

"Yes, stay right there, please!"

And immediately he halted all actions and words. [Name] opened her door to see the fiery blonde smiling brightly at her and her breath caught in her throat.

"Hello, [Name]." His expression now slightly surprised, mouth in an "o" shape as he points to her cheek. "What's this?"

[Name's] cheeks dusted with a pink hue as she swiped her face and looked at her finger to see flour on it. She seemed alarmed which was enough to cause him to laugh at her.

"You wanted to show me something?" His voice soft now. And it took every once of [Name] to look him in the eyes and when she did, she could tell the same sadness was clouding his gaze.

She gulped and nodded her head as she pulled put the scarf. "You gotta put this on first."

Kyoujurou's cheeks visibly pinkened but he agreed and bent his head down as [Name] gently wrapped the makeshift blindfold around his eyes. Her fingers brushing against his skin was enough to send a shiver down his spine as she felt the wisps of her hair tickle her skin. She tightened the knot and Kyoujurou felt a lump form in his throat.

Her hands now in his as she tugged him along to her kitchen. Neither of them spoke as she led them there. Just two hearts thumping silently against their chests, unbeknownst to one another.

"You can take it off now." Her voice barely a whisper, but he heard quite well.

Her unraveled the loose knot and his eyes were now fully uncovered. Kyoujurou felt his heart stammer a bit , while his fiery orbs widened in blissful surprise.

"Surprise!" She cheered and she jumped with arms wide.

Kyoujurou did not move, just simply stood there speechless. His eyes carefully scanned the counter that was filled with his favorite treats and then to [Name]. He didn't know how to feel in that moment. He didn't know another human being was capable of making him feel a million and one emotions all at once. No one had ever done him such a courtesy and it made his heart swell.

His silence caused [Name] to twiddle her fingers nervously awaiting a response.

"Do you not like it?" Her voice was a squeak now. He gulped as he blinked back the tears stinging at his eyes. And then he did something that [Name] least expected. He had enveloped her in his warmth and squeezed her with such tenderness that she had never felt before.

"Thank you, [Name]." He breathed out. His chin sat on her shoulder blade as he closed his eyes and a small tear slipped out. He quickly wiped it away before pulling back and looking at [Name] who was staring at him with broadened [e/c] hues.

"No one has ever done me the honor of blessing me with such a thoughtful surprise." His smile was bright and cheery as ever. [Name] felt like her heart was going to implode.

"I'm in love with you."

She just blurted it out. Not intentionally. It just kind of came out. So abruptly in fact, that Kyoujurou immediately started to burn up. No one had ever confessed to him (false, many have confessed but he always took it as admiration and would pat them on the shoulder and smile completely oblivious).

"Eh?"

Was all that came out of his mouth. He didn't know [Name] liked him like that?! Sure she was super pretty, but Kyoujurou always thought she would take a liking to Giyuu since she was always poking at him trying to get him to talk. It's not that he didn't find her attractive, he very much did. But, again, it just absolutely threw him off because in his mind she could have any man she desired. But him? She liked, no--loved him?

"Ah! I mean--I--"

[Name] was at an unfortunate loss for words and she couldn't do anything to take it back, so she just braced herself for the consequences.

"Y-you're--" He pointed to her. "in love with me?" He then pointed to himself in shock. And [Name] thought she was going to pass out.

"Uh, yes. I am in love with you, Kyoujurou. I hope that this doesn't ruin our friendship..."

[Name] felt defeated at this point. She really couldn't tell if he felt embarrassed because he didn't return her feelings or not. Kyoujurou finally swallowed the lump in his throat. He noticed that [Name] was on edge and obviously needed an answer and none of his antsiness.

"I didn't think I was your type. I am extremely flattered." He deadpanned as he bowed respectfully in most erect manner.

[Name] felt an embarrassed sweat drop on the back of her head form.

"Y-you are?"

"Yes! I would find it most desirable if we formed an intimate bond!"

"Uh, Kyoujurou."

"Yes!"

"You can stop bowing now."

"Right!"

Kyoujurou was met with [Name's] glimmering eyes and flushed face and he saw her for more than his fellow comrade.

"Do you mean that." She hesitantly stepped forward. He courageously embraced her face with the rough palms of his hands against her smooth skin.

"Yes, I do. It would be an honor to have you by my side. If you would let me, of course." His voice smooth and even as he spoke. An illusion Kyoujurou had to conjure up to steady his beating heart.

"The honor is mine."

[Name's] face leaned forward and he felt her breath delicately aerating against his skin. And that's when his illusion broke because Kyoujurou had turned just as fiery red as the hair on his head and turned away in agitation.

[Name] was confused by his sudden humiliation. Did her breath smell bad?

"M-my apologies. I just got a little apprehensive when you got close." He gulped dryly as he peeped at her expression, but [Name] just burst into laughter.

She didn't think she had the capability of turning Kyoujurou into a flustered mess, nevertheless here he was doing just that. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"We don't need to rush anything, Kyo." She held a hand over mouth to hide her delight.

His blush intensified at the nickname. How much more was she going to embarrass him?!

She grabbed his hand and led him to the table where she was going to set everything up.

"Let's eat."

He followed her lead and sat adjacent from her and instantly his mouth watered as she set the dishes in front of them

"Thank you, again, [Name]. Really."

[Name] waved a hand as if to reassure him it was nothing as she took a chunk out of her sakura mochi. He quietly took a bite from his sweet potatoes and he was filled immediately with the void he had developed from years of coldness.

Soft, supple lips found themselves on his cheek and he felt his face flare up mid bite. [Name's] melodious laugh filled the room as she confidently took a bite from his chopsticks. Oh yes, the tables have indeed turned.

"Thank you for coming." She flirted as she made her fingers walk on his lap. His eyes followed them as they got closer to his upper thigh and he wondered where the shy [Name] had went. Another fit of laughter bubbled out of her throat as she faltered to the tatami mat.

"You are so cute, Kyo!"

It was only the beginning of [Name] driving Kyoujurou insane.

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[inkykeiji]

write it!!!! imagine dabi being a bratty dom bc hes jealous of natsuo aaaaaa

i can see him pout and he like "not i wont kiss you, go ask natsuo"

aaaaah it’s not exactly bratty dom dabi but,,,, it is dabi touya getting v jealous n possessive over u getting along w natsuo 🥰

❅ cw: toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), face fucking, mild degradation

❅ words: 1.3k

Usually, he loves your laugh. Usually, your giggles evoke a warmth unlike any other that seeps deep into his chest, to the very core of his body, and then spreads to his fingers and toes, engulfing him. Usually, your laugh makes him laugh, no matter how bad a mood he’s in.

But not today.

You’ve been huddled up with Natsuo on that fucking couch for over an hour now, asking him question after question about med school, entirely captivated by his answers, shy giggles slipping through your lips as you admit that you didn’t know that or that you had no idea that’s how it worked, Natsuo absolutely preening under your praise.

It’s disgusting.

He’s gonna grind his molars into complete dust at this rate, jaw sore from being perpetually clenched, eyes dry and burning from unblinkingly glaring at the pair of you, all while you stayed blissfully oblivious. No, you were too wrapped up in Natsuo to notice—to even care at all—that your boyfriend’s about two seconds from driving himself completely insane, blunt nails sinking into the fleshy heel of his palms hard enough to leave deep, dark purple indents in their wake.

It’s disrespectful. As far as Touya’s concerned, your attention should be on him at all times. Never on another man, especially not his fucking brother.

But it’s when you ask to see Natsuo’s tools that finally has Touya shooting up, crossing the living room in a few long strides and wrapping a large hand around your bicep. A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes widen in shock, the hand squeezing once, forcing a soft whimper from the back of your throat.  

“Tou—” your voice cuts off as you look up at him, blue fire blazing in his eyes as he gazes down at you, nostrils flared and sharp jaw set as he exhales, the breath slow and controlled. A hard lump forms in your throat as you hold his eyes, heart pounding against your ribcage.

He’s fuming.

He says nothing as he gives one harsh yank on your arm, hauling you to your feet with enough force that it has you stumbling into him. Another rough jerk on your arm has you following behind him, Natsuo beginning to say something but cutting himself off immediately at the snarl that rattles in Touya’s chest.

“Wh-What’s—” you’re asking as he all but shoves you into his old bedroom—into the bedroom he and Natsuo used to share—tripping over your own feet a little.

“Don’t,” he spits, voice dark and low, the word coated in venom. The door slams shut behind him, a booming sound that echoes all throughout the Todoroki house. “You know what’s fucking wrong,”

“Touya, I…” you blink a few times, shaking your head slowly in confusion. “I don’t understand—I was just talking to Natsuo—”

“I was just talking to Natsuo,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes, voice pitched higher to mimic yours. “Yeah? Were you? Were you just talking? Was that hand on his knee—does that count as just talking, too?”

Eyebrows knitting together, you steel yourself, straightening up a little. “You were right there; you know we were only talking—”

“It wasn’t only talking to him,”

“Please, he’s your brother—”

Moving in a flash, he crowds you up against his childhood bed, the back of your knees pressing against the edge of the mattress, legs finally giving in as he continues to push forward.

“It doesn’t matter!” he’s roaring as he moves, towering over you, hot breath fanning over your face as trembling hands fist in the comforter, placed on either side of your hips, arms caging you in. Wild eyes search your face in a frenzy as he glowers down at you, breath leaving his nose in sharp, uneven huffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sapphire eyes hold yours for another moment, your ears beginning to ring from the tense, heavy silence, before he tangles a fist in your hair, yanking hard.

A loud cry falls from your lips, but he ignores you, straightening up to his full height again as he keeps the fist rooted firmly in your locks. The swift action forces your body to be jerked forward, face bumping against his lower stomach.

“Get on your knees,”

“What?” the word slips from your lips subconsciously, partially muffled by the material of his black t-shirt, mind hazy from the pain, and you whine again as he tugs.

“You heard me,” he growls. “Get on your fucking knees,”

Your body slides down his, slipping into the small space he’s provided for you between the bed and his legs, your knees on his toes.

“Make it up to me,” he orders, the hand knotted in your hair pulling your head to force your face up. “Show me that I mean more to you than he does. Prove it.”

It’s absolutely ridiculous—of course he means more to you, you only just met Natsuo a few hours ago—but the words get caught in your throat as your fingers move on their own, hastily undoing his belt, powerless to disobey a direct demand.

The large buckle jingles delicately with your movements—unzipping his black jeans and tugging them down just enough to free his cock—and the sound makes your stomach swoop.

You know the routine by now, not daring to touch him, traitorous mouth beginning to salivate at the sight of his thick cock, flushed and leaking. Little hands find their usual place on his thighs, bracing yourself as he takes his cock in his free hand, smearing precum across the seam of your lips before tapping the head against them once, and they part immediately.

A dark chuckle rumbles deep in his chest at your obedience, your heart deflating a little when his usual praise doesn’t follow.

There’s no warning—there never is—only his other hand threading through your hair and stilling your head as he stuffs his cock down your throat in one swift thrust, groaning loudly as you choke around him.

The pace is brutal—like it always is—Touya’s hips snapping hard and fast as he rams his cock into your warm, wet little mouth. You’re whining around him, the sound muffled and interspersed with the sickening slick sounds as he fucks your throat.

Drool oozes from the corners of your mouth, sticky and dripping off your chin, and you force your jaw open wider, blinking hard to clear your bleary eyes. Glistening tears stream down your cheeks, and Touya practically whimpers at the sight, the speed of his thrusts increasing.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes out, voice fading into a whine. “There’s my good little whore—” a choked moan cuts him off. “Can’t talk to Natsuo now, can you? Bet you—fuck—Bet your little brain can’t even think about him, not when my cock’s shoved down your throat,”

You’re gagging around him now, tears steadily flowing from your eyes as you desperately try to inhale enough air, whimpering around him in response—yes, yes, yes, you, you, you.

And it’s the whimpering that does it, paired with the way that you’re looking up at him with those gleaming eyes like he’s a fucking god, taking everything he’s giving you so well like the good little girl you are, that has him filling your throat with hot, thick cum, nose pressed against his pubic bone as rough hands hold your head steady, cock throbbing on your tongue.

Pathetic little gasps hitch in your chest the moment his grip loosens, slender fingers flexing in your hair, and your head falls forward, body slumping against his legs and forehead resting against his lower abdomen as you try to catch your breath. The mingled sounds of your combined panting echoes out among the room, small hands fisting in the material of his jeans, weakly pulling him closer, practically hugging yourself to his legs.

“Oh no, baby,” Large hands yank you up by your hair, pulling you to your feet, an ear-piercing yelp leaving your lips. “We’re just getting started,”

Glassy sapphire eyes dart towards the neatly made bed across the room, a devious smirk forming on his lips.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya #DABI ANON MY LOVE IF U SEE THIS #this was uhhhh inspired solely by you so um #thank you <333 #also i havent read through this yet #going for a run now i shall read n all that later #tw toxic relationship

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

Can you please do one where y/n tells Harry that she’s bi, harry’s supportive but then she tells him that he’s the only one who knows bc she scared her parents would find out and do something bc they are very homophobic?? Plssss plss

I tried to make this as accurate as I could, but I am not a member of the LGBT+ community, so I’m really sorry if this isn’t an accurate portrayal!

bisexual

warnings: anxiety, coming out, mentions of homophobia

word count: 1.3k

You had to tell him. You knew you had to tell him. You just didn't know what to say. How do you even start a conversation like that? "Hey Harry, by the way, I like men- and women?" Maybe not like that. Or, actually, maybe just like that. Maybe it would be better to just say it fast? No beating around the bush. Just go for it. You knew he would be supportive. You knew he wouldn't look at you any differently. Still, you couldn't manage to shove your nerves down.

And it wasn't just Harry. There was also the matter of your family. Your very conservative family who definitely wouldn't accept this part of you. You could already hear their responses if you were ever to tell them. "Oh, Y/N, you're not bisexual. It's wrong, and we raised you better than this. What will our friends think? What will the church think?" You really didn't need to deal with that, not when you were having a hard enough time understand it on your own. You didn't need the added confusion and judgement and intolerance you knew your family would give you. Nonetheless, you didn't know how much longer you could keep this hidden from everyone. It felt like you were lying to the people you loved. You didn't care as much about your family not knowing; you knew they wouldn't be accepting anyways. But you hated that you were keeping this from Harry. So finally, you decided to get it over with. You felt the anxiety twisting in your stomach every time you saw him, wondering if now was the time. You knew it would only get worse the longer you kept it in, so you needed to get it off your chest, and soon. You were pulled out of your spiraling thoughts when the front door slammed open. You were on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, deep in thought and staring at the paused episode of Grey's Anatomy as you chewed on your bottom lip. You had stopped the episode almost an hour ago, because you couldn't focus on anything. You had decided that today was the day to tell Harry. It was the perfect time, you thought. Things had been really good between you lately. Harry wasn't too stressed at work, and neither were you. Anyways, what's that saying? There's no time like the present. "Hi baby!" Harry chirped, sauntering into the living room. He leaned over the back of the couch, putting his arms around your shoulders as he kissed your cheek. "Hi," you squirmed away from him, giggling as his hair tickled the side of your face when he moved closer to you. Harry took it upon himself to flip over the back of the couch, landing next to you (and partly on top of you) with a clumsy movement. It took a few moments of shuffling and laughing as he tried not to hit you with his lanky arms or legs, but he finally settled himself with his head in your lap. "How was your day?" He looked up at you with a lazy grin. "Good," you smiled down at him, threading your fingers through his messy hair. "How was yours?" "Also good," he closed his eyes at the soothing feeling of your fingers. "I got a lot done. Might have some new songs for you to hear soon." "Really?" You asked excitedly. You were one of the first people who got to hear the finished products, and it was such a special feeling for both of you. "Mhm," he nodded. "I think you're really going to like one of them." "I think I'm really going to like all of them," you corrected. "Right," he laughed. "That's what I meant." The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, your fingers still stroking through his hair as he breathed softly. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to look up at you again. "You can start your show again if you want." Harry acted like he didn't care about the show, but you both knew he was into it. He got really involved and you definitely saw him crying during a few of the main character deaths. "Oh- that's ok, I wasn't really watching anyways." "No?" You shook your head, looking away from him when he sat up. He turned to face you, resituating so your legs were on his lap. "Why not?" "Just thinking," you said, looking down at your fingers. He followed your gaze, sighing softly when he saw you were picking at your cuticles, a telltale sign of anxiety for you. "About?" he questioned gently, using his hands to pull yours apart. He did this whenever he saw you picking at your skin, and it make your heart squeeze every time.  "I kind of... I have to tell you something," you said, inhaling a shaky breath. "What's up?" He ducked his head down to meet your gaze. His features filled with concern when he saw how your eyes were filling up with

tears. "What is it? Did something happen?" You shook your head, wiping your sleeve over your eyes quickly. "No- well, not really." "Not really? Are you ok?" "I'm- it's not... bad," you tried to reassure him, but the terrified look on your face was probably not very convincing. You took another deep breath, trying to slow your heart which at this point was pounding out of your chest. You felt sick with nerves when you finally looked up at Harry. "You- you have to promise me something." "Of course, baby, anything," he said, clasping your hands in his. "Promise me you won't... you won't think less of me, o-or love me less." "Of course I won't love you less," he leaned closer, and the look on his face was heartbreaking. He looked almost as upset as you. "Please, just tell me what's wrong?" "It's just- I've been thinking, for a long time now," you began, looking down at your intertwined hands when his gaze got too intense. "And I think- I think I'm bisexual," you whispered. You could almost feel the tension melting away from his body. "That's what you were so scared to tell me?" He asked gently. You nodded, still avoiding his eyes. "Baby," he ducked his head to look at you. You lifted your own, finally meeting his gaze. "Why did you think I would love you less because of that?" You shrugged, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat as more tears filled your eyes and your vision blurred. "Come here," he said soothingly, pulling you into his arms. You didn't even try to hold your tears back anymore, instead just letting them flow out onto his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you close, rocking back and forth gently as you cried. His heartbeat was the most comforting thing you had heard in a long time. Once you finally calmed down a bit, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this," he spoke softly, not loosening his grip on you. "I'm sorry you were so scared to tell me. Did you think I would be upset or something?" "No," your voice shook slightly with the remnants of your crying. "Not really. But my parents will be, and everyone else in my family. They'll tell me I'm wrong, and that they're disappointed in me, and... they won't love me anymore," your voice trailed off as you thought through all the possibilities. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "That's awful." You nodded. "Which is why you can't tell anyone," you looked up. "You're the only one who knows, because they genuinely might disown me," you said, fear evident in your voice. "Of course I won't say anything," he soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's not for me to tell." You nodded again, smiling slightly when he thumbed away a stray tear on your cheek. "Thank you for being so supportive." "Of course, lovie," he smiled. "You can always talk to me, okay? You can always tell me anything, because I will always love you."

#Harry Styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles/you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/reader fanfiction #harry styles/you fanfiction #one direction #one direction fanfiction #coming out #bisexual

[billiedeanhwrd]

i only want you

ally mayfair-richards x fem!reader

summary: after being distant for a while, ally finally opens up to you about what's going on at an emotional breakfast.

warnings: age difference (legal), lowkey a vent

word count: 1272

a/n: i haven't had the chance to write bc of school stress and personal issues lately, so enjoy this older piece. it's been sitting in my drafts for a while now. i wrote it when i was really sad and heavily sleep deprived so pls excuse how bad it is, but i wanted to post something at least :)

gif credits to @thatsmypeach

"do i hold you back?"

ally's question cut through the uncomfortable tension that had settled between the two of you since you've left the office party last night. she's been acting a bit more distant lately, but you weren't sure how to approach the subject, so you didn't, instead you waited for her to come to you with what was weighing her down.

she had barely shown you any affection in the past 2 weeks and every time you tried to have a romantic moment with her, she blew you off. you assumed it was stress, but there was a heartbreaking fear creeping up on you that maybe she acted like this because she didn't love you anymore, maybe you weren't good enough for her anymore.

your lack of knowledge on how to handle this and your insecurities held you back from pointing out the elephant in the room, little did you know, the same thing was happening to your girlfriend.

last night was the essentially very similar to other nights you went out, you came together and you left together, but something in ally's behavior was alarmingly different yesterday. ally detached herself from your grip on her hand as soon as she saw a potential conversing partner and left you standing alone at the bar, she wouldn't normally do that, always so eager to show you off and publicly announce you as hers.

you were trying your best not to think of the worst case scenario, unsuccessfully sadly, until a group of young interns settled down close to you at the bar and you decided to join in on their drinking games, thinking fuck it, might as well enjoy myself as you sauntered towards them.

you ended up having more fun (& drinks) than you expected, drawing attention to you and your group of new found friends multiple times when your laugh echoed through the building. you didn't notice how ally was watching you from afar, jealousy, but mostly fear bubbling up inside her.

she was always watching you, the sight of you making her heart ache, she loved you after all... and that scared her, so she put some distance between you two, which was quite the challenge given that you were ozzy's babysitter and lived with your girlfriend and her son.

she longed to be close to you, missed you so much, it hurt her physically. she needed to be close to you so desperately, but her insecurities and late night worries held her back, her trust and abandonment issues that resulted from her last relationship impacting her more than she'd like to admit.

from the get-go she had been slightly insecure about the age difference between you two, i mean for god's sake she was a mother and an accomplished politician and you were college student. It took her a while to confess her feelings for you and even after months of dating now, the insecurities didn't leave.

"what?"

her question almost caused you to spit out your cereal, visibly confused you narrowed your eyes at her, practically begging for an explanation to such an absurd question.

ally put down the coffee she had been nursing for a while now, too lost in her thoughts to notice her morning beverage getting cold.

she tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and shifted around slightly on her chair, her eyes darting up and down between yours and the kitchen table.

"i realized recently that you spend so much time with me and ozzy and the people i get along with, that you barely get to go out and do all the typical college stuff, wild parties and interacting with people your age... you know, that kind of stuff"

her hands now folded on the table, she started picking at the skin around her nails, one of the many nervous habits she still had that you picked up on.

you sat across from her, confusion still written over your face with a dash of hurt. you crossed your legs and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heavily pounding heart.

"please, continue", you said in the most unaffeted tone you could muster, nodding your head in her direction to encourage her to keep going.

"would you rather be with someone your age?", her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, just the thought of losing you and confirming what she feared breaking her heart.

another question that sent your heart rate up, how could she even think that?

"is that why you've been so distant lately... because you're scared i'm planning on leaving you for someone younger?"

ally nodded and wiped the tears away that were now flowing freely down her cheeks.

you jumped up from your seat at the table and kneeled down in front of your girlfriend, taking her hands into yours after she turned towards you.

"ally, i love you", you reassured her, your voice coming out staggered due to the lump in your throat while you were fighting back tears. "i would never want to be with anybody else", you soothed her while wiping away her tears. "you're not holding me back—", you continued, stroking the palm of her hand with your thumb, "—i'm not missing out on anything by being with you."

"but you were having so much fun with those interns last night...", she said sniffling, letting her head fall to hide her incoming tears.

"i was—", you gently tilted her head back up, "—and if i feel like partying or hanging out with other college students i will... but i'd much rather spend time with you."

you pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and waited a little for her to calm down. when her breathing returned to normal and the crying stopped you spoke up again, "i missed you a lot lately"

"i missed you too", she sheepishly admitted.

"i'm sorry for not telling you how i was feeling, i didn't want to be a burden", ally continued, justifying her lack of communication in a way that made your heart ache.

"babe, you're never a burden to me", your eyes welling up with tears again and anger forming in your head at ivy for making her feel this way.

"you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with, but i want you to know you can share anything that goes on in your mind with me, because i care, so so much", you emphasized, starring into her eyes.

"i care about anything and everything concerning you and i never want you to keep thoughts like these from me because you think you'd be a burden, i love you more than anything, ally", tears were flowing down your cheeks, this moment making you too emotional to hold them back.

ally patted her lap for you to sit and you flung your arms around her neck as you settled in her lap. ally held onto you as if she never wanted to let you go again as you both cried in each other's embrace.

after a few minutes of just holding each other and relishing the feeling of that emotional safety you both offered each other, you removed your head from her shoulder and stared into her eyes.

"do you promise to not hide this kinda stuff from me again?"

"i promise", she nodded.

and with that your lips collided and she kissed you so deeply, so passionately and with so much emotion you thought your heart would explode at the love you felt for the woman beneath you.

#ally mayfair richards x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ally mayfair richards #ahs cult #american horror story #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson fanfic #sarah paulson #my works #angst #fluff #age difference #ahs fandom #ahs fanfiction #ahs imagine #ahsfx #fanfiction #writing #wlw #lesbian #ally mayfair richards imagine #american horror story imagine #lesbian imagine #ally mayfair-richards #ally mayfair-richards x reader #emotional #soft

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

COMING HOME

Jackson “Jax” Teller x Reader

Anon #1 asked: Jax teller x reader a smuuuuttttttt one pleaseeeee

Anon #2 asked: Oh yay! Bc I really wanted to request something, although if you're not comfortable writing it I totally understand. I wanted to request Jax Teller x reader where the reader is being mistreated (how ever ur comfortable writing that) by a boyfriend and she escapes to the club house where Jax is there late one night, and he ends up taking care of her and comforting her. She tells him she broke things off & he ends up telling her how he feels and it's really fluffy? Or some variation of this.

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author comments: First time writing for Jax and I don't know what the fuck I did. The story of my life. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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When you want to realize, you're stopping dead the wheels of the car in front of the Teller Morrow workshop. Your eyes are filled with tears, running down your cheeks and getting mixed with the blood on your face. It hurts a lot, even the smallest movement you make with your face. There's a gap under your left eye, product of a hit that Larry gave you with one of his golden rings. He also broke your lower lip by a similar punch. You know that tomorrow it's going to be worst. But you can't handle it anymore. Every night is the same shit. Alcohol, drugs and take out his anger with you. 

The main door of the clubhouse gets opened. You stand close to your car, with a hand supported on the hood. Your cry stops for a second, watching Jax giving some slow steps towards you somewhat confused. When he notices the blood, he runs faster than never almost colliding with your body. Cupping your cheeks into his hands, the man has a quick look of your face, clicking his tongue before taking off his jacket to place it on your shoulders. You haven't noticed that you're wearing nothing but a long shirt. No pants, no shoes. Nothing. Jax lifts you up between his arms, letting you get a little relaxed knowing that you're already safe.

“What happened?” He asks without looking at you, and his jaw tightening.

You just shrug your shoulders in silence, while he leaves you over his bed. You're not trying to protect your boyfriend, you don't want to see him again after all the pain he provoked you. But seems pretty obvious what happened and why you ran away from your house. Jax have always been so kind and gentle with you, that you thought he was the one who could protect you. You met him almost six years ago, just by a coincidence, and you started to be friends since the first moment you impressed him talking about his bike. And of course, he never liked Larry, knowing the piece of trash he is.

“I'm sor—sorry. I didn't know whe—where to go”.

“Home. You're at home, okay?” He replies, leaning towards the mattress with a knee nailed in to leave a kiss on your forehead. “I'll be back in a second, don' move”.

You simply nod, trying to clean your tears and staining the back of your hands with some blood. Not much after, he comes back from the bathroom carrying some cotton, alcohol and stitches to fix you up. It hurts. The hydrogen peroxide in contact with your skin itches too much. And you're ashamed because of Jax is seeing you falling into pieces, even when he warned you about that guy and what he could do.

“I will leave by morning. Just… please, let me stay tonight”. You beg desperate, pulling away from him your gaze as soon as he finishes of putting the stitches. 

“You can stay here all the time you need. There are enough empty dorms. And I will take care of you, so Samcro will too”. Lifting up your face by two fingers under your chin, he forces you to look at him. “I'm gonna give you some clothes, so you can take a shower, okay?”

Helping you to get up from his bed, Jax lets you go barely a few seconds. Enough time to find another shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You take it from his hands, almost caressing it ephemerally, before walk into the bathroom closing the door behind your steps. The warm water finally relax your body, falling all around you from your hair to your toes. You know that the nightmare has ended and that your, now, ex-boyfriend is not going to bother you anymore. Although you can't help but feel somewhat restless, wrapping your body with a towel and sitting on the toilet, having a deep, deep breath. 

When you're ready, wearing the clothes that Jax gave you and having a last look in the mirror of your bruised face, you walk out of the bathroom. The man hangs up a call before you can hear anything he's talking about.

“Better?”

“Yes… Thank you”.

“This has to end, (Y/N)”.

You nod licking your lips, standing up close to the bed.

“Tomorrow Chibs, Happy and I will go with you to pick up your things. You can stay here, if you feel safe”. He sentences, knowing that you don't have any option, even if it's the best one. “I can't… see you again like that”.

“I'm sorry, Jax…” You say again, sitting slowly by his side.

“I'm being serious”.

“I know”.

“I told you”. 

Seems like he's getting desperate, rubbing his face with both hands and pulling away the short hair back to his nape. You can't help but hug him, wrapping his shoulders with both arms as you sink your face on his neck. It feels good. His smell is enough to make you lost all the fears that were running through your body, knowing that everything is going to get better. 

“That asshole doesn't deserve you. You're much more than a one-night-stand. You have to know it”. He mutters holding you a little more tightly.

“Ja—”

Before you can say anything else, not even a word, he lifts up your chin colliding your lips with his. Your heart jumps, racing faster than you could think. And it takes you some seconds to react, but you kiss him back. Slowly. So slowly, enjoying the taste of beer and cigars, while his nervous hands holds your hips wanting you closer if it's possible. When his tongue finds yours looks like an explosion inside your mouth. You were desiring it since you met him, and seems like he was feeling the same way. 

“Stay with me”.

One of his hands cups your cheek, tangling the tiptoes in some bristles close to you ear. His nose touching yours, eyes closed, drinking each other's breaths. 

“I want you to stay with me, lemme' make it up to you”. 

The mutter colliding in your lips makes you nod in silence. Running down his callous hands by your sides, Jax lifts up the Reaper Crew shirt to throw it somewhere, enjoying the views of your bristling nipples calling him. He leans forward to them catching one between his lips and the other with two fingers. One being bitten, the other being pinched. And a soft moan growing in your mouth. He knows exactly what to do, wetting it with his saliva and touring your skin with the tip of his tongue. His free hand travels down right to the waistband of your sweatpants, going under it to lightly touch your beaten clit needed for any kind of caresses. For Jax feels so good find you so wet, only for him. Something that he has been wanting so fucking bad since a long time ago. He curves his finger inside your pussy, slowly, trying to learn every single inch of it and its tightness. 

Your hips moving unconsciously looking for more friction when you feel how he is getting harder every second you're on top of him, gasping and begging for more whispering. After taking off his shirt, the man bites your lower lip, pulling away his finger from you just to make you lay down above the mattress. He finally undresses you, being exposed to his blue eyes getting darker and watching how he licks his lips.

“Touch you as I would do it”.

You don't say nothing, opening your legs for the SOA' president and placing them to both sides of his body kneeled on the bed. He's going to remember it his whole life, looking how he follows every move your right hand does. It goes down by your stomach before continuing for the pelvis. You can feel the heat that emanates from your thighs, when you dig a finger in your pussy. Yes, it's wetted like never before. And you start to jerk yourself off, maintaining his lustful gaze, somewhat faster than he did before. The first moan appears when you see him rubbing the lump on his crotch, so needed to feel it inside you.

“Fuck, Jackson…”

“You like it?”

“Yes… Yes…” You try to nod, going a little bit deeper, almost arching your back. “Can you… Can you… Hm… I want a second finger, please…”

“You got it, baby”. He answers hardening his tone.

And you step in another one, containing yourself of gasping too loud, not knowing if someone else is in the clubhouse. You pound your hot pussy imagining that is his cock, spreading more your legs to let Jax sees how much you want him. Your palm almost hitting your entrance, intensifying the uncontrollably sounds your vocals chords utter. You want a third one and a fourth one thrusting you, to compensate that it's not his hand, nor his dick, burning in pleasure and desire.

Jax frees himself of the jeans, showing you that huge erection with some veins marked in, making your mouth watering by imagine how it could feel pressing it to your throat and filling you completely till drown you. His long fingers moving his own sensitive skin from top to bottom, as fast as you're fingering your pussy. 

“Put a third one, baby”. He asks you licking his lower lip, not being able to raise the look of your hand.

You obey as the good girl you are, screaming out his name when you push it harder into you. You can't help but intensify the erratic move, provoking him to do the same. You're about to come, squeezing your legs over the sheets, when the older grabs your forearm to pull it away making you growl somewhat upset. 

“Lemme' taste you”.

You can't talk. You just nod in silence, watching how he lies down between your legs, putting his arms under them but nailing his hands on your abdomen. His tongue goes slow from your back entrance to the other, tasting and drinking your fluids until he reach your swollen clit. His beard gives you some tickles every time it touches your thighs. Jax gently bite that sensitive part of your body, tangling your wetted fingers in the blonde bristles.

“Cum in my mouth, (Y/N)”

Even if it's a petition, it finally sounds like a command, thrusting two fingers decorated by two gold rings under his tongue. Into you. 

“Fuck, Jax!” You cry out, pushing his face closer among your legs.

His tongue feels delicious, moving so fast around your entrance that you can't handle it for much more, while his fingers completes the next level of pleasure you have never felt before. Arching your back at the exact moment your anatomy shakes because of his mouth, he presses his nose against your skin touring your pussy to taste your cum. He can assure that he has never tried something better.

And the man doesn't let you any time to recover yourself, when he's already helping you to sit up.

“All in fours, my love”. He whispers close to your lips, before leaving a smooth kiss on them.

You do, turning your body to support your weight on your palms and knees. Chest resting above the pillow, spreaded legs and waist raised up. Positioning his body not fully naked among your thighs, Jax guides his dick all over your ass and pussy to tease you a little. You can hear the sound of a spittle, feeling it colliding to your entrances, and the saliva running down to the bed, knowing he's gonna fuck you without having to ask for it.

So he does. Nailing his hands on your hips almost hurting you, he digs his cock among your folds, making you scream with broken voice. Far away stayed the slow moves to make you feel loved, pounding you so hard that the headboard collides with the wall. Your moans getting tangled with his guttural growls wandering around the dorm. His lower abdomen hitting your ass once and again, resting your forehead on the pillow, as he goes deep into it. You want more. You couldn't be tired of his thrusts, being satisfied for the first time in years. 

Jax is so big. More than he wants to hide under his typical jeans. And it feel so good when you find yourself close to the edge again. The orgasm finds you some hard pounds after, crying loud his full name and making him smirk proud of it. 

“I want to cum in that delicious mouth yours, baby… Can I, uh?”

It's pretty fun how he has been giving you orders the whole time, to now ask you for something. How could you even say ‘no’? You raise a hand back to his chest, making him know that you want it too. Quickly, Jax pulls out his throbbing erection, jacking himself off while you lie on your back and he practically sits on your breasts. Taking your nape with his free hand, he lifts up your head until his red glans is above your open lips ready to receive his cum. You step out your tongue at the moment he finally fills your mouth with his hot seed, right to your throat. Jax has to slightly lean his neck back, cursing himself for not being able to see your face. But he does when you swallow his juices, before sucking his cock. Stealing him a loud moan, you press your wall with his glans, tasting the most sweet than bitter fluids on it, licking his skin with your tongue and wetting it with your saliva.

“Good girl, take it all”.

Leaving it there until an arcade appears, you feel one of his hands touching your pussy again, soaking it with your jizz before lying by your side. Then, he brings his fingers to your mouth, enjoying the way you have to lick them so calm and slow that you could make him fall into the ecstasy again. His lips finds yours, with that mix of alcohol and your delicious cums on your tongues.

Jax takes the advantage of get full undressed, before getting comfy close to you, with tired and short kisses traveling all around your face.

“Will you lemme take care of you?”

You nod in silence, trying to catch back your breathe and placing a shaky leg surrounding his waist. He caresses it with his right hand, putting the left arm under your neck to hold you closer.

“I love you, (Y/N)”. He mutters into your lips, drawing a goofy smile on the corner of your lips.

“I love you, Jax”.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jackson jax teller x reader #jackson teller #jackson teller x reader

[moeruhoshi]

Just had a thought while working on the previous NaLu week Day 3 one-shot that I started and totally meant to finish

And then I ended up changing the entire thing pfft bc this seemed soooo much cuter

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Natsu wasn’t an entire believer in the notion of love at first sight. Attraction, sure, but love was just so much more complicated.

It couldn’t have been captured in a phrase or an idea, as everyone loved who they loved in their own way. He didn’t even know how he would fall in love with someone.

Maybe it would be how the way they laughed, the way they smiled and smelled, or the way they were so gosh darn irresistible to pay attention to. 

But to experience that rush of excitement with just one look, well, Natsu thought that was beyond him. Or so he thought.

It wasn’t like he doubted the concept, just that he didn’t think it was the way he’d fall for someone. Character was much more important than looks in his mind, so he wasn’t scoping for the hottest piece of ass on the streets. Loke would beg to differ when concerning this subject. 

But when he saw her, just one look was enough to take his breath away. 

They had crossed paths in the park while Natsu was out walking Happy. No leash, of course, since the cat wasn’t the type to go too far away. They were walking and talking like usual, discussing what kind of fish they were going to get on their way home.

It was five seconds, maybe six. He turned a corner and their eyes locked, the scent of her soap wafting under his nose as the breeze tousled her hair. 

He felt his heart thump, his stomach squeeze with an odd feeling, and the want to look back at her pounded in his head. 

Natsu couldn’t help himself. And it only proved to make him blush even more when she turned her head to look back at him too. 

He was too embarrassed to stop and go back, leaving with the clear image of her own blush and half smile she offered him. 

That was a devastating mistake. He couldn’t understand the absolute yearn he felt to see her again; he didn’t even know her for goodness sake.

The whole way home and the lonely night afterwards, he couldn’t get a wink of sleep. He wanted to know her name, he wanted to make her smile again. And gosh, did he want to know what kind of soap she used. 

Natsu wasn’t accustomed to this desperate feeling in his heart, he actually disliked the desperation that clawed at him. He was unlike himself and felt a bit lost since he couldn’t concentrate. 

He was frustrated, restoring to the advice of his best friend, Juvia. She was the only one he knew who truly believed in love at first sight, ever since she met Gray when they were kids. 

The bluenette was ecstatic to tell Natsu not to doubt what he felt, to just go along with the influence of his heart. Some things didn’t need to make sense right away, especially when they were related to love. 

He was uncomfortable with the idea she suggested, to go back to the park tomorrow in hopes of. seeing her again. Well, he was going to go, since he and Happy always took their morning walk in that park. But to go there with the ulterior motive to potentially follow a stranger around...

The blue cat was oblivious to Natsu’s wandering eyes the next day, his gaze pointed towards the scattered flower petals that resided in small patches on the ground. 

The pink-haired boy felt his lips twist and a huff of air pushed through his nose like a puff of smoke. 

“Fuckin’...ugh...” He didn’t like how squirmy he felt, or the impatience that refused to quell within him.

 “Maybe we should go home a bit ear––” Natsu began to say as he turned to look down at his faithful companion, rolling his eyes with a light laugh as Happy was jumping around in the flower petals.

“Alright, buddy, just a bit longer then,” He sighed with a smile, not noticing the little white dog running at full speed towards him.

“Plue, Plue! Would you––Would you please stop running?!” Natsu flinched as he felt something soft and hard run into his ankle, a sharp whine expelling from the little furball that came out of nowhere.

He quirked a brow at the dog turned on its side, dizzy and whimpering as his little paws twitched.

“...You alright there?” He asked, lifting up the tiny dog to make sure it was still somewhat conscious. 

“I’m so so sorry, my puppy always manages gets out of his leash! He doesn’t even look where he’s going,” The blonde whined, gingerly taking hold of her limp dog who began to wag his tail as she pat his head. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Natsu said, shaking his head as he spoke through the lump caught in his throat. “I’m no worse for the wear, I just hope he didn’t hit his head too hard.”

“He’s got a thick skull,” She laughed and shook her head, Natsu’s chest tightening at the sound. It was like a melody of light bells, a sound he’d surely never get tired of hearing. “Well, thank you for catching him. We should be on our way,”

“Ah, wait!” His hand shot out to grab her arm before he could register his movements, Natsu feeling his nerves fall apart as she turned to look at him.

“What is it?” She asked, a light blush dusting on her cheeks. 

His face felt too hot for comfort as he worked up the courage to speak, to say something that wouldn’t make him seem like a total fucking idiot. 

“Do you...well, um...I think you’re––you’re really cute, so I was w-wonderin’––”

“I’m Lucy,” She giggled, lifting her phone out of her back pocket. “I’d love to give you my number if that’s what you were asking me for?”

“Y-Yeah...thanks...” He chuckled, trying to shake away the excess nervousness that sat in his bones. “Sorry, I don’t really do this kind of thing,”

“I don’t mind,” She smiled softly. “It was really sweet of you to work up the courage like that. And if you’re too nervous, I can make the first call?”

“I’ll call ya, for sure,” He grinned, swallowing the thick lump in his throat as she bat her eyes up at him. 

“I’ll be waiting then,”

#nalu #nalu fanfiction #nalu fluff #fluff fic #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #natsu and lucy #lucy and natsu #natsu x lucy #lucy x natsu

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//accidental irritations. akasshi keiji//

Request: hello!! Can I request what a first fight would be like with akaashi? From angst to fluff Bc my heart,,,, 😔🤚

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: someone put this baby to sleep please ;-;

You weren’t sure why you were surprised.  You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that this was something he would do.  He worked hard, you knew that.  He was ambitious and you knew that too.  He had a bad habit of not knowing when to stop, so the general negative aura that surrounded the setter should’ve been your sign that he was overworking himself again.  

Akaashi did this every now and then, especially around finals time.  He would stay up for hours, scanning his textbooks for anything that he might have missed that could possibly be on the test, copying his notes all over again into a separate notebook (he always that the repetition helped him, you just thought it was extra), flipping through stacks and stacks of flashcards until he got them all right.  He’d average around three hours of sleep a night unless someone physically made him go to bed and even then he would find himself tossing and turning for hours on end, unable to find the confines of sleep.  

But, seeing you boyfriend just, sort of, crumple onto the gym floor?  Well, it was not at all what you were expecting from your calm Thursday afternoon.  A stunned silence had fallen over the gym, everyone in complete shock that their composed setter just went down as easily as a sandcastle being washed away by incoming waves.  And when Akaashi didn’t move for a few seconds?  That’s when the mutual panic set in.  Sneakers all running over, frantic questions being shouted from the members.  “What happened?” “Did he hit his head?” “Should we call an ambulance?”  “Is he breathing?”  “Where’s Coach?”

You pushed your way through the group of boys, kneeling down next to Keiji’s body.  You would’ve loved to have been more help, but the worry took over you and all you could remember from your first aid training was how to properly apply gauze.  There was a cool rag pushed into your hands by one of the other managers to be applied to his forehead.  

“Keiji,” you say, tapping his cheek with your finger.  No response.  You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the desperation rising in your throat as you repeat his name.  “Keiji!”

His face contorts into discomfort, eyelids stuttering as his eyes shift beneath them.  Slowly, his lids start to open and he’s squinting into the bright overhead lights of the gymnasium.  Akaashi pushes himself into a sitting position, taking the cloth from his head, Konoha’s hand on his bicep in an attempt to keep the setter steady.  It takes a minute before he even says anything, just taking in the distressed expressions that formed a circle around him.  “I’m fine.”

“Dude, you’re really not.”

“Yeah.  Fine people don’t just pass out.”

“Akaashi, you should probably go home.”

There was a pounding in Akaashi’s temple, only further worsened by loud echoing concerns of his teammates.  He leans forward, his palm rubbing small circles into his forehead to try to alleviate the feeling.  Your hand is on his back and Keiji can’t help but to relax under the tenderness of your touch.  He felt like shit, truly.  His whole body hurt and this creeping wave of nausea kept climbing into the pit of his stomach.  No matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t get the world to stop spinning around him.  So, when he felt you scoot up beside him, he immediately took the opportunity to lean his body against you, breathing deeply as he tried to ground himself again.  

Your hand snaked up to his hair, tangling your fingers into the soft curls.  “Keiji?” You ask gently.  There’s a soft hum in response to signal to you that he’s listening.  “I think we should get you home, okay?”

But, he just shakes his head, uttering again that he’s fine.  That he just lost his balance and tripped as if he was blatantly unaware that he had lost consciousness.  

There’s a cumulative sigh.  Everyone was expecting this response, but it’s only when Bokuto squats down in front of him that Akaashi’s eyes move from where they had been trained on the ground.  “I know you want to stay, but, come on, man.  We all just watched you go down and it freaked us all out.  You’re obviously not feeling good, so you’re either sitting on the bench the rest of practice or you’re going home,” the captain states, an overwhelming sense of concern lacing between his words.  

Akaashi wasn’t happy about it, but he let you call his mom to explain the situation, asking if she could pick him up early.  There wasn’t much of another option, really.  What was the point in staying if he was just going to have to sit out?  He already hated that the team was forcing him to sit on the bench while you went to get his stuff out of the club room.  He was fine.  He could get his own bag, but despite all of his objections, you were passed the keys to collect his things.  Akaashi felt like such a child.  Everyone looked at him like he was some fragile doll that would combust any second.  He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how out of proportion this whole situation had gotten.  It wasn’t anything serious, yet he was being treated like a baby.

But, when it was finally time for him to go, rather than just accepting your hug and small peck of goodbye, he laced his fingers with yours, a small plea buried somewhere behind dark irises.  Okay, so maybe he wasn’t being as tough about this whole thing as he would have liked, but he was just desperate to be comforted in the confines of his own bed rather than in the middle of the humid gymnasium.

But, you just kept nagging him.

You kept trying to weasel it out of him, the explanation as to why this happened in the first place.  You had felt his forehead.  He didn’t have a fever.  It wasn’t that hot, so he couldn’t have overheated.  It didn’t make any sense for him to just collapse out of nowhere like that.  But, no matter how many times you would ask, he would respond with a simple, “I’m fine” annoyance creeping into the edge of his voice with each reassurance.

You should’ve expected the snap, really.  He had been irritable most of the day and the incident in the gym only worsened his mood, but Keiji had never been one to raise his voice, especially not at you.  So, when the raven-haired setter released a loud groan, hands rubbing his face, frustration echoing in his eyes, that should’ve been your sign to stop talking, just let the subject drop, maybe come back to it when he was feeling better.  But, you didn’t.  You just kept pushing and it’s not like you wanted to piss him off; you were worried.  Seeing him just fall to the floor so easily without any warning had scared the shit out of you.

“Have you been eating well lately?  Maybe your blood sugar dropped and that’s why you passed out,” you say as you sit across from him on his bed. 

“Please, for the love of God, stop.  I have told you at least twenty times already that I’m fine!  Stop asking!”

“Keiji, perfectly healthy people don’t just pass out!  I just want-”

“If I knew what happened, I would tell you, but I don’t!  I don’t know why I fainted.  I barely remember doing it, so please, get off my back!  You’ve been nagging the shit out of me ever since we got here.  If I knew that you were going to be like this, I would’ve just let you stay at practice!  I don’t feel well and I just wanted to be able to lay down, but I can’t do that because you’re being obnoxious!” 

There was a deep scowl in his brows that you didn’t see from him often.  It usually appeared when he was deep in focus, but here it was, directed towards you.  It took you aback, the sharp bite of his words.  “Keiji, I-”

“No!  I’m not going to deal with this right now!  I’m tired, Maddi!  I don’t want to deal with you right now!”

The flash of hurt across your face brought Akaashi back to reality and out of whatever hellscape his head had been in.  You didn’t cry or make any outward sign of being upset, but he knew you by now.  He knew that the minute your eyes went to the ground, there was something wrong.  You had folded your hands in your lap and he was sure that if he looked away, you would begin shrinking.  

“Maddi, wait.  I- I didn’t- Hang on,” he stumbles, scooting closer to you in an attempt to comfort you by pulling you into his chest, but rather, you simply shy away from his touch.  Akaashi pulls his hand back, looking away, swallowing the heavy lump in his throat.  “I’m sorry.”

“I’m just- I’m worried, Keiji.  I was scared and I didn’t know what the hell was wrong so I didn’t know what to do.  I’m sorry that I annoyed you, but please, I just want to know what’s going on,” you mutter, barely meeting his gaze.  

He nods solemnly and there’s a heavy sigh that leaves his mouth.  “I think I just didn’t get enough sleep.  I’ve been trying to study for finals and, I guess- I don’t know.  I guess that I just, sort of, tried to do too much.”

A small gasp of surprise escapes his lips as he’s tugged into your arms, letting him rest his head against your chest, but he’s quick to melt into your embrace, taking comfort in the feeling of your fingers running softly through his hair.  “You need to take care of yourself, Keij.  I know that you want to succeed and do your best, but your health is more important than a grade,” you whisper.

You can feel him not against you.  “I know, and I don’t mean to.  I just- It just happens.”  He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back so that you’re laying down against the mattress with him.  Within a matter of seconds, he’s tucked into your side, seeking the comfort of your body against him.  “I’m sorry for scaring you and the others.  It kind of freaked me out too.  I think that’s why I got so mad, because I didn’t really know exactly what was going on either.  So, I’m sorry that I snapped at you, really.”

“It’s okay, Keiji.  I’m sorry too.  I shouldn’t have kept pushing you.  I’m just really glad that you’re okay,” you say, softly brushing the curls from his eyes, a small smile on your face.

“I love you, you know?”

“I know.”  There’s a soft shine in your eyes and you lean down to place a short kiss to his lips.  “I love you too, Keiji.  More than you know.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #akaashi #akaashi keiji #keiji #akaashi x reader #x reader #imagine

[giddyupponyboy]

“In The Dark.” - Johnny Cade Imagine. 

@bc-melody​ asked:  This might be kind of a strange/specific ask but can I please request an imagine where Johnny finds and comforts the reader after she’s been jumped? I live for sad and cute Johnny moments. Thanks so much 😘

Warnings: almost rape, swearing. 

a/n: I hope you like it! It doesn’t get too dark in my opinion, but if anyone is triggered by anything rape related, it’s best not to read, just want y’all to be safe!

Alright leggo 

Walking alone at dusk probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but she did it anyways. She had to go from her friend’s house to Johnny’s. This was a special occasion; they usually didn’t spend time at his house but his parents wouldn’t be home until after the weekend. Something about visiting his grandparents a state over. Whatever the reasoning was, she was ecstatic about spending time with him.

Johnny told her to call him once she was done at her friend’s house, but he lived on the other side of town and didn’t have a car. She knew Johnny could hold his own, but she remembered the time he was alone and he got jumped. How the soc beat him so bad that it left a large gash down the side of his face. He’d been jumpy ever since the incident, not wanting to be outside too late unless he was with people he knew. And he’d never go anywhere without his switchblade, if he didn’t feel it in his pockets, he’d frantically pat himself down until he found it.

She felt guilty, she didn’t want him to go out of his way to go get her. So, she decided to walk there herself. She figured Soc boys wouldn’t jump her. She was just a girl, she wasn’t part of the feud between the soc’s and greasers anyways.

She left her friends house right at sunset, but the remaining daylight quickly retreated, the darkness filling the sky. She was a little paranoid, but she kept her head down and walked fast, not looking anywhere aside from the side walk. The odd car drove by her, but so far it was a pretty quiet walk.

She had made her way into rougher neighborhood, getting close to Johnny’s house. She sighed with relief knowing that she was almost there. She quickened he pace as she made her way down the familiar streets. Just a couple more turns and she’d be at his house, safe and in his arms.

A car approached her. Nothing out of the ordinary, it’d been happening all night. But something was…off. This car started driving slowly behind her. Too slow to pass her. She kept her head forward and quickened her pace slightly, hoping that they’d eventually drive off.

“Hey, doll.” A voice called out. She didn’t look back. She pressed forward as her heart began to pound in her chest. “C’mon, turn around. We ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

She quickly reached into her bag, grabbing a set of her keys and putting one between each of her fingers. She gripped it tightly, and broke out into a run. “Hey!” the voice called. She heard the door slam behind her as she ran further down the street. But she just wasn’t fast enough. The boy quickly caught up to her and swiftly grabbed her, holding her in a loose chokehold. The action caused her to drop the keys. “Where you runnin’ off to?” he asked as the car pulled up. It was full of soc’s.

“Please let me go. I was just mindin my own business.” She said in a shaky voice. Her fingers gripped the boys arm tightly. “Please.” She asked again, tears brimming her eyes.

“What’s the deal with her?” The driver asked through the window. One of the boys climbed out of the backseat and walked up to them, standing in front of her.

“She’s pretty. You taking this one, Michael?” He asked his friend, grabbing her chin and taking a good look at her. She forcefully pulled her face away as tears ran down her face. “Hey missy, don’t get too feisty now.”

She swiftly kicked him in his bits, causing him to crumple to the ground, writhing in pain. For a moment she felt a great deal of satisfaction as she watched him curled up on the sidewalk. But that was quickly replaced with a wave of fear again as she felt the arm tighten around her neck and drag her away.

“Park the car!” the boy dragging her yelled to his accomplice. He dragged her down the street as she flailed about in his arms, trying to dislodge herself from his tight grip. But it was no use, he was simply too strong for her. “Just wait there for me!” he called again, struggling to keep her under control. 

She watched as the car pulled over and parked. The driver climbed out the window and rested his arms on the roof of the car. “You actually gonna do it this time? Or you gonna chicken out like you always do?” He laughed. The boy she kicked waddled over to the stationary car, hands covering his manhood which was still very much in pain. 

“It’s happening tonight.” The boy called back, continuing with her down the street.

He dragged her to an abandoned shed not to far from where she had been jumped. She had walked by it on her way over there. He pushed her inside and she fell to the ground, scraping the palms of her hands and her knees. She heard the door close softly behind them. Her stomach dropped as she realized what was about to happen. She turned around and was met with a switchblade to her throat. “You pull anything funny and I’ll carve you up so you won’t be so pretty no more.” He said lowly.  He stood up before her, his tall figure seeming even taller to her as she sat helpless on the cold ground below. Moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating his figure, his switchblade shining in the darkness.

“Take it off.” He said, no emotion in his tone. A lump formed in her throat as she sat there, looking up at him. She couldn’t believe this was happening. A numbness took over her body, she couldn’t move.

“I said take it off!” he said again, more forceful this time. “Your skirt. Now.” He was hungry like a wolf that hadn’t eaten in months, rabid and hungry for the next morsel of food it could sink its teeth into.

Tears flowed down her face as she slowly pulled her skirt down, not bothering to take it off completely. It remained wrapped around her ankles. She wiped her eyes as the tears continued to flow.

“Now your shirt.” He said. She obeyed, slowly slipping her shirt off and tossing it to the side. She felt helpless. If she had only left a little earlier, given herself enough time before the sun had set, then she wouldn’t be in this mess. She’d be with Johnny, cuddled up with him in his bed, not having any care in the world.

The ground was cold beneath her bare legs, but she blocked it out. She was there, nearly naked in a shed with a strange boy who was about to do the unspeakable. But her mind was with Johnny in his warm bed. Wrapped in his arms and having sweet dreams. And it was nice.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the boy got close to her again, his fingers looped under the hem of her underwear. He gazed at her but she refused to look anywhere near him. He waited for a moment, his breathing deep and rhythmic, as if he was trying to steady himself.

“Fuck.” He whispered quietly. He removed his fingers from her underwear, but suddenly pulled out his switchblade again and held it to her throat. “Do not come out after me, you wait until you hear us drive away, okay?” He asked. “Or there’s gonna be hell to pay.” He said, pressing the blade slightly deeper into her neck.

She nodded.

And with that, the boy was gone, the shed door closing behind him.

“I did it guys!” she could hear him say triumphantly. There was cheering that followed. She heard a car door slam and tires screech off. She waited until she couldn’t hear the engine anymore, but when she tried to move, she simply couldn’t. She was frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She was grateful, as it could have gone a lot worse, but the incident traumatized her.

She sat there, half naked on the cold ground, sobbing quietly.

A short time later, she heard the door creak open. “Hello?” A familiar voice asked.

“Johnny!” she cried, sitting up. The light from the moon spilled into the shed from the cracks and Johnny saw her state. She was curled up on the ground, her torso and legs bare, and her knees dark from the scrapes. 

He rushed beside her. “(y/n), oh god (y/n). What happened to you?” he asked. He pulled her skirt up and reached over to grab her shirt. “Thank god I came lookin’. I thought you got lost.”

“I-I got jumped.” She choked out between sobs. “I-I’m sorry, Johnny.” She gripped tightly on to his shirt like it was the last thing she’d ever touch.

“Hey, hey.” He said, trying to ease her. “Don’t apologize. Lets get you dressed before anythin’, It’s kinda cold out here.” He helped her put her shirt back on. “Those assholes are gonna pay the price. What did they do to you?” He asked.

“He grabbed me in a choke hold.” She explained. “Then, he brought me in here.” She cried harder.

“Did he touch you?” Johnny asked frantically, trying to hold back his anger. Not at her, of course, but towards those low lives that found joy in terrorizing her.

She shook her head slowly as the tears flowed down. “No. He just threatened me, then left.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I told you to call me, (y/n).” 

“I didn’t want you to worry, and I know how you feel about walking by yourself. I didn’t wanna put you through that.”

“Next time, don’t you dare go walking around anywhere at night without me with you. You don’t know what kinds of people you’re gonna run into.” He slowly lifted her up and put his jacket around her shoulders. “I’m gonna call Dal and we’re gonna find the son of a bitch that did this to you. There’s gonna be hell to pay.” Johnny said with fire in his eyes. They walked back to his house together and Johnny held her tight, not wanting to let go. She remembered to pick up her keys she’d dropped earlier.

They were only five minutes away from his house. Five more minutes until she would have been safe with him. If only she had left earlier. He led her inside. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said.

Johnny helped her to the bathroom and lifted her up on the counter. He searched the cabinets for some band aids and carefully covered her knees. 

“There,” he said. “All better.” 

She gave him a sad smile. Her eyes were swollen from crying and his heart hurt for her. He pulled her into a hug, standing between her legs as she sat on the counter, his head resting comfortably on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered, trying not to cry. He felt like a bad boyfriend. He was supposed to protect her, and he failed. He let her get hurt and he felt helpless, there was no way to reverse the trauma she experienced.

“It’s okay, Johnny. It’s not your fault.” She assured him. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been alone.”

“Don’t blame yourself (y/n). Please.” He lifted her off the counter. “I love you, and I promise for as long as I live, I ain’t ever gonna let anyone hurt you like that again.” He kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you too Johnny.” She said. 

“Tonight, we’re gonna relax, just you and me. Then tomorrow, you’re gonna tell me what that fella looked like, and what kinda car we drove. Then me and the boys will handle it from there. That guy’s gonna wish he never set a finger on you when we’re done with him.” He cupped her face and pressed his lips firmly to hers. Her heart ignited with happiness. She kissed him back with urgency. 

“You’re too good to me.” She said, pulling away slightly. Their faces were still inches from each other. He gazed into her eyes as he spoke

“I think I ain’t as good as you deserve. I’m gonna do better though. Starting with fucking up the guy that fucked with you.” He said kissing her again. “No one does that to my girl and gets away with it.” 

#Johnny Cade #Johnnycake #johnnycade #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade imagines #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #TheOutsiders #The Outsiders #the outsiders preferences #the outsiders ships

[zabdidaddi]

zabdiel de jesús - i’ll wait

A/N: this fic is the first in a new series that @tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo​ and i are working on and it’s based on the video of joel tryna hug zabdi bc i still can’t get over that lol. so in accordance with our series, joel is the reader’s best friend here and the reader has a crush on zabdiel

pairings: reader x joel pimentel - best friend; zabdiel de jesús - crush

warnings: ok the ending wasn’t how i planned it and it’s lowkey sad / slight angst towards the end maybe? idk but it’s mostly just fluff

word count: 1k

“Zabdi I just want a hug,” Joel whines. The three of you are supposed to be watching a movie but for the past hour or so, you’ve felt as if you were the only one watching it. You and your best friend Joel had been planning a Harry Potter movie marathon for the longest time and he had begged you to invite Zabdiel because Joel claimed that he loved the series as well. Of course, you agreed…mostly because you had a crush on Zabdiel, but you weren’t going to tell Joel that. However, much to your annoyance, the two of them have just been bickering throughout most of the movie.

Sighing, you peel your gaze away from the TV screen and see Joel trying to wrap his arms around Zabdiel who is struggling to wriggle out from his grasp. The sight of the two of them makes you laugh, which draws Joel’s attention to you. “(Y/N) help me pin him down,” he pleads. With an evil grin, you leap up from where you’re sitting on the couch to help Joel.

“Ay, (Y/N) no,” Zabdiel groans, giving both you and Joel an exasperated look while still trying to pry Joel’s arms away. You grab Zabdiel’s wrists to try to stop him from moving and Joel finally manages to wrap his arms around his torso. A moment later, Zabdiel slumps down in his seat in defeat and glares at you.

“It’s Joel’s fault, not mine,” you say innocently, raising your hands in mock surrender. Zabdiel’s eyes narrow at you and suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, pulling you over to him. “Hey!”

“It’s your fault too,” Zabdiel says, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from running away. You let out an involuntary yelp as his hold on you makes you lose your balance and fall on top of him. Blushing, you try to sit back upright but you feel Joel’s arms go around you as well. 

“Group hug!” Joel smirks mischievously and you roll your eyes. All of a sudden, you realize how close you are to Zabdiel - your face is just inches from his and you’re practically sitting in his lap. Nevertheless, Joel’s arms are wound so tightly around the two of you that you can’t do anything about it anyways. 

“Joel, esto es muy incomodo,” Zabdiel complains. “Para mi y para ella.” Joel pouts but reluctantly lets go a moment later. 

“Fine, I’ll just hug (Y/N) then,” Joel grumbles, but to your surprise, Zabdiel keeps his arm around you.

“No, ella es mía,” He jokes and wraps his other arm around you for good measure. 

“Wow, so neither of my best friends want to give me a hug? Fine,” Joel huffs in mock annoyance. Laughing, you reach your arms out to him but Zabdiel glares at you. 

“No,” Zabdiel says, holding you even tighter to him. “I already said tu eres mía.” His words make your heart flutter, but you just raise your eyebrows and shrug. You settle into a more comfortable position and rest your head against his chest. Once he’s sure that you’re not going to slip away again, his arms around your waist relax a bit. As you snuggle closer to him, you feel a sudden urge to confess your feelings. You’ve liked him for a while now, and this moment just seems to be the perfect time to finally tell him...

“Zabdi?” You whisper, tilting your head up to look at him. When he glances down at you, you feel his heartbeat pick up.

“Hmm?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his eyes search yours. You open your mouth to speak the words you’ve been waiting to say for the past few years but nothing comes out. The spark in you that flared up dies down just as quickly. What were you thinking? Zabdiel is literally a celebrity and he has probably had more hookups than people you’ve ever met in your life. You’ve had to remind yourself of that countless times. But sometimes, in the fleeting gazes the two of you exchanged, you think - just for a moment - that he might like you back. 

“Nothing,” You say after a while and lay your head back on his chest. There’s nothing more you want than to tell him that you really like him, but you can’t seem to muster up the courage to do so anymore. So once again, you wait for him to tell you that he likes you too. You always do. 

“Estás bien?” He asks gently and you feel the vibrations from his voice. You nod and keep your gaze trained on the movie, ignoring the tears prickling your eyes. Neither of you say anything afterwards but for you, his presence is more than enough. After a few moments, you feel your thoughts start to drift away and your eyes flutter shut. As you drift off into a light sleep, you don’t notice Zabdiel gazing softly at you in his arms. 

“Ooh, you’re whipped,” Joel teases Zabdiel who shushes him. Joel’s expression softens a little as he glances at you, then back at Zabdiel. “She likes you too, you know.” Zabdiel avoids his gaze and gives a slight shake of his head. His heart aches to tell you that he’s in love with you, but with you being Joel’s best friend and living thousands of miles away while they were touring… 

Closing his eyes briefly, Zabdiel tries to disperse the thoughts of being with you. When he opens them, he gazes at you, taking in each of your features one by one as if seeing you for the last time and imprinting them in his mind so that he can picture your face again when he’s away. He swallows the lump in his throat and tears his gaze away from you. Even if you can’t be together, he tells himself, at least you’re here with him now. 

And that would have to be enough. 

#cnco #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #cnco fic #cnco imagine #cnco fluff #erick brian colon #christopher velez #richard camacho

[ickle-ronniekins]

crush, fred x reader

request: from anon: I don’t know if ur accepting requests right now but if you are, could you write about Fred having a crush on a girl that happens to be best friends with Ron? Btw I hope that things with your boyfriend are beginning to get better x | hi darling sunshine! of course i’ll write that for you! & yes, requests are open indeed :) aw thanks lovey, we’re always working at it, also this is hella long i got so carried away i am so sorry lmao x also idk how i feel about this ugh cause i tried to make it sound like the reader and ron are best friends but reading it back i’m kind of like ??? but also i rewrote the first portion like literally four different times UGH i struggled with this one but it was a good struggle anon THANK U for the request!

prompt: none

warnings: instability bc weasley perfection? IDK MAN

You and Ron were sitting in the Great Hall, watching as brave students from each house and the other wizarding schools placed their names into the goblet, hoping to be chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. “I wish I could enter,” he told you.

Just then, Harry appeared beside you both. “No you bloody don’t,” he told him and laughed.

“Yeah, Ron, you’ve got to be barking mad to want to enter,” you said. Just then, his older twin brothers ran into the Great Hall, ringing in cheers from everyone around them. They were both holding something in their hands. You just rolled your eyes. “Case in point, Ron. Look at those two.”

Fred and George were showing off whatever concoction they’d brewed up when they came over to the three of you. George asked, “Don’t think we can do it?”

“No,” the three of you said together.

Fred overdramatically fell backwards and into you—pretending to be offended by your doubt that they were going to successfully be able to place their names in the goblet, whilst somehow being able to trick Dumbledore’s age line.

“Y/N,” Fred whined, “I’m heartbroken. Literally heartbroken that you don’t believe in us.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t believe in you, Freddie,” you told him and his eyes were swimming with excitement. “It’s just that I believe in Dumbledore more.”

Ron and Harry began laughing next to you when the twins began to shake their vials. The surrounding students were becoming more and more excited to see what was about to happen, and many people began whispering animatedly. The goblet was showing off a deep blue color fire, and Fred and George were more than ready to place their names in.

“Just wait,” Fred told you and swung his arm around your shoulder. “In three days time I’ll have been chosen to compete in the tournament, and by the end of the school year, I’ll be the champion, and you’ll be so impressed that you’ll fall head over heels.”

You scoffed at him. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” he told you, “It is. Ready, George?”

“Ready, Fred,”

“Bottoms up!” they said together.

And that’s when hilarity ensued.

Later that evening, in the common room, Fred, George, Harry and Ron were playing a game of cards, while you, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting around the fire, chatting about the upcoming tournament and the Yule Ball.

George was scratching his face and saying, “I still have remnants of that bloody beard from this afternoon. Who knew our aging potion wouldn’t work?”

Ron laughed. “Everyone, mate.”

“Oh, it definitely worked,” Harry retorted, “just not the way you wanted it too.” Him and Ron started snickering like little girls.

Fred wasn’t listening. He was shuffling his cards slowly, sort of in a daydream like trance, and Ron was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

He was too busy peering at you to notice anything else around him. He was focused on the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders in soft curls, the rosy pink your cheeks turned after being out in the cold, your voice bouncing off of the common rooms walls every time you let a giggle escape your lips, the clothes you wore other than your Gryffindor robes.

“Hello?” Ron said, slapping Fred across the cheek.

Surprised and brought back to reality, Fred placed a hand to his cheek. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

George just laughed. “We’ve been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes, Freddie,”

Fred softened and turned back towards you. “Oh,” he said, completely forgetting the moment. He watched you still, and when you looked up from your conversation with Hermione and Ginny and caught his glance, you beamed at him. It’s almost as if you could hear his heart begin to pound.

He turned back towards his friends and told them, “Erm, guys—I’ve something to tell you,”

George, Ron, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit. The common room fire was roaring and the students around were buzzing, but Fred Weasley was nervous. He was actually nervous.

George smirked when he told him, “Yeah? Go on then.”

Fred swallowed over a lump in his throat. He made sure that you were out of earshot. “I’m...kind of mad for Y/N.”

The three boys sat for a moment and then burst out into laughter. Fred furrowed his brows, obviously offended by their laughter and his humiliation, when Harry spoke.

“We know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, mate, the whole bloody world knows,” George told his twin. “You’re not exactly subtle with it.”

Ron snorted before saying, “Yeah, and your flirting isn’t the best, either.” Fred punched him in the arm. “Don’t worry, she hasn’t said anything to me about it. Pretty sure she doesn’t even realize it’s flirting—” Ron couldn’t help but snicker, and Fred punched him in the arm again.

He turned back towards you, watching you again, wanting nothing more than to run over, spin you around and kiss you, but he held back the urge. He placed his hand under his cheek and rested on it, peering at you with admiration. To the boys, he said, “So what the bloody hell do I do now?”

“What you’re good at,”

Fred looked towards his twin with confusion written on his face.

“Be honest, do your thing and tell her.”

You were suffering silently in Potions with Ron. Across from you, Harry and Hermione seemed to be brewing something perfect, while yours, on the other hand, wasn’t looking terribly great. Ron kept groaning and letting his head fall onto the desk.

Snape was in a particularly bad mood that Wednesday afternoon, for whatever unbeknownst reason. He had given you all the hardest potion to brew, with directions that weren’t clear in the slightest, and left you all to the cauldrons. And the punishment for not brewing it absolutely perfectly? Two weeks detention.

You wished you could be outside in the snow, walking through Hogsmeade, heading into Zonko’s, warming up in The Three Broomsticks with a butterbeer. Anything but this.

“I hate this bloody class,” Ron said as he added a sprinkle of something to the potion that prompted it to turn a nasty, purply-brown color. Ron scowled and peered at the directions on the board once more.

“Just think—in a week, we’ll be at the Yule Ball, dancing the night away, not worrying about this stupid lesson,” you told him and grabbed his hand before he disastrously placed way too many porcupine quills in the potion. “No, no—two, Ron, not five.”

Two did the trick. The grody, brown looking potion in front of you seemed to take a turn for the better when it slowly became a nice looking green color, which is what it should have been in the first place. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey, who’re you bringing to that, anyway?”

“I dunno,” you told him truthfully as you added another mistletoe berry into the potion. “Why? D’you want to go with me, Ron?” you teased.

“Ha-ha,” he said sarcastically, and you could’ve sworn you saw him glance admiringly at Hermione, who was almost finished brewing her perfect potion. Ron cleared his throat when he noticed you saw him. He continued, “No, really, who do you think you’ll go with?”

“I dunno, Ron!” you laughed. “I genuinely have no idea. Why are you pushing this?” You saw his cheeks turn rosy and he seemed to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He was hiding something. “Ronald Weasley, what do you know?”

“Nothing!” Ron jumped up. Snape looked up from the other end of the room where he was observing the Slytherin’s potions. He shot the both of you a look of pure disgust, and went back to his observations. Ron swallowed over a lump in his throat when you kept prodding him with your wand. He rolled his robe sleeves to his elbows and breathed out slowly. You loved how nervous Ron got when he was keeping a secret, because truthfully, he wasn’t very good at keeping them. He kept pushing his long hair out of his eyes and tapping his feet against the floor. When you wouldn’t let up, he finally blurted out, “Enough with the third degree! Freddie’s mad for you, alright?”

You were so taken aback, literally, you almost knocked your cauldron onto the floor. Luckily, behind you, Dean Thomas caught it with mere milliseconds to spare. “What?” you asked Ron. “No he isn’t,” you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Ron’s nervousness seemed to slip away when he laughed and said, “Don’t make me say ‘I told you, so’.”

It’s as if Ron’s words made them appear, because Fred and George slipped into your Potions class, somehow, without Snape seeing. At least, at first.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing in here?” Ron and Harry asked them.

George just rolled his eyes. “I tried to stop him, but he took my advice way too literally.”

“What advice?” You and Hermione wondered aloud at the same time.

Fred stepped closer to you and your heart started to pound. In the middle of class? Was he kidding? With twenty or so other students there? And Snape?

“You’re coming to the Yule Ball with me,” he told you straightforwardly. It wasn’t a question and you didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter.

You asked him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he told you confidently. “Yeah, it is because I’m mad for you,” he winked, “and I know you’re mad for me, too.”

You could feel your lips curl into a sensual sort of smirk. Just then, someone from Slytherin yelled out and pointed towards the twins, and Snape turned swiftly from the back of the dungeons. You could’ve sworn you heard him yell out, “Weasley!” but you were too distracted to even care. All you cared about was the boy in front of you—with his long red hair, his heart melting half smiling, and the fact that he was a bloody idiot sneaking into your class. You didn’t care about anything else. Your heart was racing. The dungeons were bustling with chatter now—about Snape being even more angry than he already was, and about those older, redheaded Weasleys that somehow managed to make their way into a busy Potions class.

George was kicking Fred’s leg, saying, “Bloody hell, mate, let’s go!” but Fred didn’t move. Instead, he stood there, waiting for you to say something, anything.

“So?” Ron, Harry, George and Hermione all asked together.

You looked at them and then back towards Fred and asked him, “Well what took you so bloody long to figure it out?”

His smirk only grew, his eyes enticing you to run out of that classroom and back to whatever empty room you could find. But just then, Snape reached the top of the classroom and tried to grab Fred by his robe sleeves.

George kicked Fred once more before sprinting out of the classroom, and before following his twin, Fred squeezed your hand and said to you, “Being chased by Snape is totally worth it, by the way.” He slipped out from underneath Snape’s grimy fingertips and left the Potions professor seething at the seams.

Professor Snape turned to you, red faced and livid, and announced in front of the entire class, “A week’s detention! Was it worth it, Y/L/N? Was it worth it for that Weasley boy?”

But Fred was still there, outside the classroom. He was careful not to be seen, but he was still peering in at you to make sure you didn’t receive too bad of a punishment for his shenanigans. You knew Fred would probably manage to sneak his way into your detention, too. You smirked at Snape and then turned your attention to Freddie in the corridor. Without skipping a beat, you winked and responded, “Totally worth it.”

#fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #fred and george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley reader insert #hp imagine #hp imagines #harry potter imagines #do we like this #or????

[ladybugsfanfics]

(red flags look like normal flags when you’re wearing) rose-tinted glasses

pairing: Tom Hiddleston x platonic!reader

style: one shot

WC: 2.7k

summary: requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Reader is small and have an Danish Dog, thats actually an giant drool dog. While she's taking the dog to the park he start running with Bob while on the tab and he keeps pulling her until Tom saves her. Then Bobby start growling at her, and they think that is bcs he's jealous...”

warnings: angst, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, ABUSE, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, ANIMAL ABUSE, please note the abuse, this fic contains it

A/N: this was really hard to write and i want it to be clear that ive never been in an abusive relationship so ive done my best to portray it and how hard it is to break out of it, but i dont have firsthand information. please let me know if something seems unrealistic or weird. i want you all to know that there are explicit abuse, but that it's not very violent but it still has an emotional impact. please don't read if you know it won't be good for you, and there is a happy ending even tho ive made the relationship between reader and tom platonic (that's more for realistic purposes).

The tall man startles as the bark sounds through the park. You widen your eyes at the sight of the little brown the male walks with. 

No, no, no , you think. 

Your dog, or actually your boyfriend’s dog, is rather big. The giant of a dog also barks whenever he sees brown dogs (as if the dog can be racist, honestly you have no idea how it works, but there are many things that can be the reason), and the dog that man walks with―  

You don’t want to think about it. 

Nor do you get the chance as your tight grip on the leash seems to be your downfall. The dog has almost leapt into the air as the barks rip through the quiet silence of the park. 

“Yoshi! Stop!” you yell, but to no avail. He keeps running, stronger than you even as you put your heels down on the ground and try to brake. 

The tall male has turned around. You send him a pleading look as your dog, almost literally, attacks his little one. In the sudden change of speed, where Yoshi goes from running and barking to hopping around and barking, you trip over your own feet and find yourself on your way to face planting with the ground below. 

A pair of strong arms around your hips keep you from falling and you’re put back up on your feet with your back pressed to a muscular chest. As you regain your balance, the arms fall away. They don’t go far, only to grip the leash of your dog in an attempt to help your arm not dislocate. 

“Thank you,” you say as you crouch down to keep Yoshi under control. He’s stopped barking, and with your soft strokes along his neck, he stops hopping, too. 

“You’re welcome,” replies your saviour. 

Standing up, you find a handsome male looking at you. Curly ginger hair, the most reassuring smile you have ever seen, and gentle blue-green eyes that makes you feel at ease. The way his eyes trace over you make you drag down the sleeve of your jacket slightly, and then you return his smile to the best of your abilities. 

“He can be a little unruly at times, I’m so sorry.” You press your lips together in a tight lipped smile, shaking your head to let your hair come back to the front and cover your neck where your scarf fails. “I think something might’ve happened when he was a puppy because he only reacts to brown dogs.”

The stranger’s smile crinkles his eyes and he lets out a slight chuckle. Your heart beats faster at the sound. You will it to shut up. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” You swallow the lump in your throat. Throat dry and heart steadily beating faster, the pounding like a drum inside your head. “I’m sorry, again. For the whole… thing. But I should get going now.” 

With a little tug of Yoshi’s leash you turn to continue down the path you were headed. A wait from Tom has you turn back around. He steps closer to you, tugging with him his own dog that so far seems rather docile and that you find super cute. 

“Could I possibly get your number?” he asks. 

If your heart hadn’t already lodged itself in your throat from talking to him, it definitely shot there now. With a steady breath (as steady as you can) you nod. “Yeah, sure.” And you take the phone Tom hands you. 

It takes no time typing in your number, but you nearly drop the phone when Tom’s dog starts barking at you. Big dog eyes that look at you, nose high in the air and the barking growing steadily louder as he continues.

Tom frowns at his dog as he accepts his phone. He shakes his head and tugs at the leash, telling ‘Bobby’ to quiet and that there’s nothing to bark about. “I’m sorry,” he says. “He’s probably a little jealous.”

You try for a smile and a soft laugh but it comes out more strained. “Yes, jealous. Makes sense, I guess.” With a deep sigh, you turn to look at Tom again. “Again, so sorry. I guess I’ll hear from you. Bye.”

And now you leave with Yoshi in tow before Tom can stop you. 

You wonder what he’ll do if he finds out you won’t answer his messages. Wonder if he’ll do the same as your boyfriend does whenever you forget to answer or don’t do something as he wants. 

After all, fear was the only reason you did give Tom your phone number. That reassuring smile fools no one, and those gentle eyes are the same gentle ones he uses in front of others. 

Sorry, Tom, but I won’t exchange him for someone worse . Even if I might deserve it . 

 ---

The door is unlocked when you get home. The shoe rack kicked over and the few sets of jackets that hung in the closet have found their way to the floor. Your heart stops beating as fear settles in your gut. 

This is never good, but neither is cleaning it up before he allows you to, so you kick off your own shoes and let your jacket fall to the floor instead of hanging it up. You unclasp Yoshi’s leash and let him pad into the living room and greet his owner. 

Clenching your eyes shut, you regret letting the dog go in before you. The whimper has tears forming in your eyes. You will them back. You can’t cry. Crying just leads to a worse… you don’t know exactly what to call it. 

“Babe?” you call as you take the steps in after the dog. 

Your boyfriend’s rage filled face meets you. He’s locked the dog in its too small cage, and he hits Yoshi on the snout rather hard as the dog lets out another whimper. 

“Babe, huh?” The retort has your gut churn, nervousness courses through your veins. “What the fuck took you so long?!”

There goes the level voice. You keep from closing your eyes, embracing for impact. He likes it more when you face him head on, as if it’s some kind of challenge. Pressing your lips closed, you let your eyes wander over his face. 

You note the down-tug of his lips, the anger boiling like a hot fire in his eyes, and the flare of his nose as his form towers over you. “Bitch, I asked you a fucking question! What the fuck took you so long?!”

“Yo-Yoshi saw a… a dog. I-I couldn’t hold him back and we-we went on a detour.” God, you sound weak. I am weak , you think, too weak . 

“Couldn’t hold him back, my ass.” He takes a step closer to you. Your body moves on its own when it takes a step back. It continues until your back collides with the wall and he locks you in. “Give me your phone!”

You fish your phone out of your pocket and pray to God Tom hasn’t texted you. You haven’t gotten the chance to block his number yet and if he has texted you, well, life for the next three days will be even worse than usual. You’d deserve it, too, probably.

Fear the only thing holding your body up, you hold your breath as he checks. First when he throws it away with a silent grunt and it lands on the couch, and he doesn’t yell, do you let yourself breathe again. 

“Fucking good for you there was nothing there.” His voice is a rough whisper, hoarse and with an underlying tone of want. He doesn’t say more before he presses his lips to yours, pinning your arms to the wall and pressing your head against it. 

When one of his hands falls to your hip, pressing you close to him, pressing you close to the growing bulge in his pants, you know it’ll bruise. Just like you know the grip on your wrist will bruise and that you won’t be able to walk in the next twenty four to thirty six hours. 

You know because that’s how it always is. 

How it always has been. 

 ---

[07.47] Unknown number Hi, this is Tom. I didn’t have time to send a text yesterday, but I still wanted to tell you that I would like to meet you again. Hope that’s possible. - Tom

[08.29] Unknown number I know you haven’t replied yet, and it’s probably because you have yet to wake up, but when you do, would you be up for a cup of coffee? Either lunch or breakfast, whatever sounds best for you? - Tom

[11.32] you Hi, Tom. This is Y/N. Very sorry, but I can’t meet with you. I have plans all week and the next months. Work is taking my time, so is having a boyfriend and friends. Very sorry about my dog, again, but thank you for saving me from the ground. Have a lovely life.

🛇 Blocked

To move this conversation out of Archived and get messages again, unblock xxxxx-xxxxx 

 Unblock

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You’re unsure what it is that has you think the thought. It pops up from nowhere, really, but it still sounds… reasonable. 

With aching moves, you pack your things. A suitcase is more than enough for everything you own (your boyfriend keeping your hobbies to a fair minimum), and everything for Yoshi.

As you pack the bare essentials, your body shakes. Every few pieces of clothing thrown into the suitcase lands outside on the floor and your heart hammers in your chest. In the bathroom, finding your toothbrush, you hear a noise from the hallway and your heart shoots into your chest. Rushing out and to the living room, you only find Yoshi with one of his toys. 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes. Fear an ever lurking presence. Putting the leash on Yoshi, you hope he isn’t close. You fumble with the clasp and use far longer than you would have liked to put it on, but thankfully, the dog’s big eyes and somewhat smile and the wagging of his tail, helps put you at ease. 

His work day still has three more hours, meaning he won’t be here for another four. That should be enough time, right? More than enough time…

You leave the door unlocked, having left the key to the apartment on the kitchen counter. If anyone robs it… you fear the repercussions, but by the time he comes home, he shouldn’t be able to find you. 

Even as you walk with Yoshi and the suitcase down the street, finding a taxi and asking him to take you to the police station, you don’t know what has settled in you. You don’t know where this is coming from. This… courage.

You’re unsure whether it was the show you saw last night where the relationship between the two romantic leads, even when they were alone, never had any hitting or bruising or anger in the same way he shows. Or if it was Tom, and the way his face still sits at the back of your mind. How you’d compared his gentle eyes and reassuring smile to his fake mask in front of others. 

Has it really taken you so long to see the difference? To see that Tom’s, despite how instilled with fear you were, actually showed genuine compassion and care, and his is always with an extra layer that it takes a lot of study to see (but what else do you use your time on when you can’t look at others when you’re out?). 

You pay the cab driver as he drops you off and you find your way into the police station. It takes a long half hour before you walk out again and sit down on the curb. It takes another three hours to stop crying and shaking. In those three hours, Yoshi lies his head in your lap and lets the weight of him being close reassure you. A man who tries to help and ask what’s wrong is quickly barked away by the dog guarding you. 

It warms your heart.  

A police officer on her way home asks you what’s wrong, and, as you don’t tell, she tells you to contact someone. She also leads you into the waiting room and tells you to sit there until you find help, even if help doesn’t come from the police. In the hour you sit there, you delete the find my phone app and you block him and everyone associated with him on everything you can remember you share. You wish you’d done it sooner. 

In your phone, you’re left with few options. 

The unblock button is easy to press. The text is everything but easy to send. Your fingers shake as you type, and there are countless spelling mistakes. Finding them all takes a few minutes, and even after telling yourself you’ll send it, your finger hovers over the send button. 

Exactly seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds later (you counted), your finger falls down and you press the send button. Watching it turn blue has your heart beat faster and faster, and you press back the tears pricking at your eyes. Swallowing hurts as your throat is unbearably dry. 

The reply comes a lot faster than you would expect, and it helps ease some of the fear lodged in your body. The tears that fall now are a mixture of relief and fear, and Yoshi lying his head down in your lap again helps you regain your composure. 

Tom picks you and Yoshi up at the police station half an hour later. He offers up his guest bedroom, but you refuse, saying you’ll stay at a hotel until you can find something. You don’t refuse his offer of going somewhere to talk over a cup of coffee.

He helps you find a hotel that allows dogs, helps you check in (unlisted) and joins you for a walk with Yoshi before you find a quiet cafe to sit down at. You sit outside, Yoshi quiet by your feet, but regarding everyone who passes by with a steady look. Being a big dog, you see more than one person a little frightened. It warms your heart.

And the coffee in front of you warms your hands. 

“Thank you, Tom,” you say, after the silence becomes too much. “I haven’t told you anything about why but you’re still willing to help. Thank you.”

Tom smiles. One of his hands leaves his cup and when it comes close to yours, you instinctively flinch―though you don’t move it (that has never gone over well in the past). Tom’s hand hovers over yours and his eyes study you as his brows crease into a frown. Your heart pounds in your chest. “I won’t ask, but I hope I can help. However you need.”

Taking a deep breath, you bite your lower lip and look down at your hands. Both now clench around your coffee cup. The steam rises in the cool air and the smell stirs something in your gut, something that has tears prick at the back of your eyes. You let your hearts incessant pounding die down before you look up Tom. 

“I could use a friend,” you say, eventually. The smile you try to show is crooked and unsure, and you know the fright is visible through it. 

Tom still smiles. His eyes are gentle and reassuring, and it warms you that there actually does exist someone who doesn’t raise his voice at weakness and vulnerability. Someone who wants to help, and who doesn’t demand answers. 

You could use a friend. A friend who lets you find your own way and lets you take your time. 

“Anything you need, Y/N,” replies Tom. “Time, space, money, a hug, a friend . Anything.”

This time, when you smile, it crinkles by your eyes. It’s still crooked and unsure, but most of the fright is gone. 

You’ve finally taken off the rose-tinted glasses.

A/N: you’ve reached the end so please let me know that you’re alright, i care!

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[queen-scribbles]

Redux

“In a Dream” kiss prompt for @storyknitter that ran away with me bc these two are so Soft(TM) with each other I can’t stand it.

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The ship was dying.

The evidence was everywhere; alarms screaming, debris, and dead bodies strewn in the corridors, torn metal and falling beams. The ship was dying, and intent on taking crew and passengers with it.

But there was one in particular it was not allowed to have. She wouldn’t let it.

Jaesa picked her way past corpses and destroyed bulkheads and smoking consoles, following the pull of their Force bond. Tragen would likely give her an earful(or two) for ignoring his orders to leave, but she didn’t care. He could yell at her til the Empire crashed down around their ears, as long as it meant she hadn’t lost him.

But there was so little hope, and it grew increasingly dim the further she crawled into the guts of the dying cruiser. Jaesa coughed and blinked as smoke stung her eyes. She could feel him but it was so faint. What if she was too late, arrived just in time to see him die? Would it be better or worse than not knowing; to feel him slip away?

Their bond flared bright as she approached the engine room, and Jaesa latched onto it. Tragen?!

Jaesa...? His response was confused, weaker than she’d expected. He must be hurt.

Heart pounding, Jaesa scrabbled and slid down the remainder of the ramp, yelping as she gashed her forearm on part of the twisted metal.

He was barely visible when she reached the bottom, pinned by the frame of a fallen walkway, and something in her broke a little at the sight. “Tragen!!”

“Jaesa?!” He clumsily propped himself up on one elbow, loose bits of hair stuck to his face.  “What are you doing here?! I told you to leave!”

He sounded torn between anger and panic and it made her stomach flip flop when she felt his fear.”The rest of them did, but I couldn’t, I had to come back!” For you.

“The damn ship is coming apart, Jaesa, get out of here!” He tried to sit up further, wave her off, and she was close enough to see him wince in pain before it rippled through their bond. 

“Not without you!” she yelled back, tears pricking her eyes as she half-tripped over a beam while moving closer. She dropped to her knees next to him, raked the sweaty hair back from his face. Brushed away blood from a small cut on his cheek. “Not without you,” she repeated softly, staring into his eyes.

They both flinched as something metal and heavy fell with a tearing screech across the room.

“Jaesa, I can’t get it off,” Tragen ground out, one hand pushing futilely at the walkway frame across his hips that had him pinned. “It’s too heavy.”

“Let me try.” She reached out with the Force, desperation driving her, but immediately slacked off as the barest movement made Tragen cry out in pain. “What-” The question died in her dry throat when she saw the slender railing support driven through his side.

“Just go,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “There’s no way you can get me out in time, just go!!”

“I’m not leaving you!” she shot back, voice hoarse and cracking from more than just the smoke in the air. “I can’t!” She tried again, this time reaching the Force in two directions--one to siphon some of his pain through their bond, the other to send the twisted walkway flying across the room. 

Despite her efforts, Tragen still curled forward with the spike of pain higher than she could mitigate. Jaesa pressed a hand to his side and used the Force to dull the pain, start healing his injuries.

“I can’t lose you,” she said, other hand cupping his jaw. “You mean too much to me, I just can’t..”

“Likewise,” Tragen managed, meeting her gaze, muscle in his jaw twitching as he fought through the remaining pain. “Why do you think I wanted you to leave?” He reached with soot-streaked, bloody fingers to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Jaesa summoned a shaky smile, and leaned in to kiss him. His surprise flashed over their bond, but quickly dissipated, and he returned the kiss with a fervor that made her think they’d be having a conversation once they got out of here.

 If they got out of here.

As if to underscore the latter part of that sentiment, the ship lurched under them them, and more metal screeched loose to tumble across the deck.

“We can pick this up later,” Jaesa murmured, breaking the kiss.

“When there’s not the threat of imminent destruction,” Tragen agreed dryly.

Jaesa helped him to his feet, let him lean on her when his knees started to buckle. They looked around for some way of escape, her heart sinking as every direction came up empty. The walkway ramps were all collapsed, doors all blocked by debris they maybe could’ve moved if both of them were in good shape. No, no, there has to be a way, this can’t be it--

The ship screeched, something exploded, and the world went white.

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Jaesa bolted upright, heart pounding and all but drenched in sweat. The cacophony of Marr’s ship tearing itself apart rang in her ears and it took a minute for her to get a good enough hold on the Force she could begin to calm her breathing and distance herself.

It was just a dream. Everything was... fine. She wasn’t dead, hadn’t plunged into that inferno and paid for it.

She rubbed her arm where she’d cut it in the dream and wondered vaguely if there was any meaning to always receiving the same injury. Her heartbeat started climbing again at the memory of too-real pain.

No. Jaesa told herself firmly. It didn’t really happen. That was a dream You aren’t--and never were--on Marr’s ship, you’re--

Where was she? She looked down at the mattress, around at the four bare walls, and tried to fight through the dream-fog. Some planet that started with an O, wasn’t it? Strong ties to the Force?

Ossus? Ossus. That... seemed right. Master Gnost-Dural’s hidden Jedi colony, the first place that had accepted her since... since...

Tragen. Her heart squeezed and she hugged her knees into her chest, swallowed around the lump in her throat. They may not have died together aboard Marr’s ship, but he was still--

Jaesa?

Her head shot up, eyes darting around the room, even though she knew it was empty save her. But she’d heard him so clearly, which had never happened all the years she’d searched. Maybe she was dead. Or still dreaming. Tragen...? she tried hesitantly.

She felt his concern for her, so strong it made her chest ache, but rather than attempt to assure him she was fine--she was a terrible liar--she searched back along their bond, trying to figure out where he was

It felt close, too close to match up with what what she remembered. As if she could reach out and touch him...

On the balcony.

That was when it flooded back, the last of the sleepy disorientation clearing. She wasn’t on Ossus, not anymore, he’d come back and taken her with him to join his Alliance.

Odessen. That’s where she was now. A shiny new member of Tragen’s Alliance.

Jaesa slipped out of bed and padded barefoot through the darkened halls to Tragen’s room. The door slid open and then closed silently, and, sure enough, she could see him on the balcony, elbows braced against the rail.

He straightened as she approached, but didn’t look away from the sky. “It’s clear tonight; the stars are out.”

She nodded, throat still tight on emotions she couldn’t quite name, as she followed his gaze to the glittering sky. It was a sight to behold, that was true.

Tragen looked  over at her, held out one arm in silent invitation. “Jaesa. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she managed as she all but dove into the embrace he offered. She felt his skepticism as his arms wrapped around her and amended, “Just a bad dream.”

He rubbed her back, kissed the top of her head. “Well, I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. Or if you don’t, and just need a hug.”

Jaesa breathed a shaky not-quite-laugh and just relished the solid reality of his presence, his warmth, for a long moment. But she could still smell the smoke, hear the tortured groan of metal. “It was on Darth Marr’s ship,” she said softly, and he pulled in a sharp breath and held her closer as she haltingly told him everything; how she’d gone in, navigated the wreckage to find him, save him. “But I took too long, there was no way out a-and the ship exploded and--”

“Jaesa, Jaesa, it’s alright,” Tragen soothed, tucking her hair behind her ear on the way to cradle her jaw so she’d look at him. “We’re alright,” he emphasized, his thumb running gently over her chapped lower lip.

“I know,” she said, breath shuddering as she leaned into his touch. We got another chance. “Sorry, it takes a while to truly settle myself after these, but I”ll get there.”

“You don’t have to apologize-” he started, then cut himself off, staring at her intently with furrowed brow. “These? Jaesa, do you have dreams like that often?”

She didn’t respond, just covered his hand with hers to hold it against her cheek.

“Jaesa.” He wasn’t bothering to hide his concern, it shone in his eyes and rushed through their bond.

“Not so much anymore,” she finally whispered, hardly able to meet his gaze.  “But it used to be... used to be a lot.”

Tragen tugged her toward one of the chairs, wrapped his arms around her again once they’d taken a seat. “How often is a lot?”

The gentle tone of his question made the ache in her chest grow; the blatant concern, the remorse he hadn’t been there to help her or comfort her or do something. 

“Every night, at first,” Jaesa confessed, pressing a hand to his chest when he stiffened. Let me finish, she begged silently. “Usually... usually it worked. I’d find you a-and I’d save you and everything would be okay. But some nights were like this, I wasn’t fast enough, the ship was too far gone, and there wasn’t time for us to escape...”

“Jaesa...”

She leaned her forehead against his, ran her fingers through his hair. “They stopped coming so frequently after the first few months. Every night turned into once a week, then into a few sprinkled throughout the month. They never completely stopped, even after I accepted.... accepted I’d missed my chance.”

Tragen cupped her jaw with one hand, the other hugging her close.

“Don’t apologize,” she said hastily when she sensed the intention swelling in him. “It’s not your fault.”

“Still...” he murmured. “That you faced that alone...”

They sat without speaking for a long moment, foreheads pressed together and breath mingling warm between them.

“It all worked out,” Jaesa whispered, stroking the side of his face. “If we hadn’t spent those years apart, would we have realized how we felt?”

“Perhaps not,” Tragen said. He took her hand and kissed the knuckles. “That doesn’t mean I can’t regret what you endured over the course of them. I know your strength, but there are some things no one should have to suffer.”

“Like I said, it all worked out.” She kissed his cheek, bit back a yawn. “And everything’s fine now.”

“Glad to hear it.” He traced his thumb along her jaw, brushed it over her lips. “In that case, we should both get some sleep. I believe my schedule starts quite early tomorrow.”

Jaesa nodded, her fingers curling in his shirt. “Could... Could I...?” Stay with you

Tragen chuckled softly, picking up the unspoken request. “Of course.”

They headed inside and settled in together on the bed. Jaesa couldn’t help a small smile as she cuddled close, Tragen’s heartbeat thrumming in her ear and his arm around her back. Whatever her nightmares said, he was alive, he was here, and he was hers.

That was better than any dream.

#queens fic #kiss prompts #tragen xo'ric #jaesa willsaam #tragen/jaesa #light side jaesa #otp: my north star #swtor #help me #i love them too much #it cracked 2k while i was tinkering with it WHOOPS :D

[prodigalsonheadcanons]

gabby I had this list bc I want them all but...9. “You can’t sleep yet, kid, I need you to stay awake.”

Okay, but in doing so I’ve forever immortalized your typo, I hope the request is worth it  ♡

He was running as fast as his legs would carry him. He was too slow. He knew that he had to go faster, that he had to reach him faster, but it was physically impossible. When he rounded the corner, he saw them at the far end. Malcolm was ducking a punch, stumbling backward briefly before he righted his balance and tried to throw himself back at his assailant. Trying any way he could to get the upper hand.

Gil tried to run even faster. Trying to tell himself he wasn’t too late.

But he was. And he saw it happen in slow motion.

He saw the man grab onto Malcolm’s arms hard. He saw him yank him forward and up just a little bit. He saw him shove him down to the sidewalk….at an angle.

He saw Malcolm’s head hit the corner of the building as he went down.

He saw him immediately fall still.

The assailant dropped to the ground, planting his knee hard against Malcolm’s chest and reaching down to wrap one hand around his throat. The other was reaching back into his jacket. Whether it was for a gun or a knife, Gil wasn’t sure. All he was sure of was that Malcolm wasn’t fighting at all, as the man began to tighten his hold, and crush his trachea. 

He wasted no more time— he’d done enough of that. Now that there wasn’t any risk of catching Malcolm in the crossfire, he stopped running just enough to steady his aim and fire. The bullet found home; the attacker immediately fell to the ground. Gil dropped hard to his knees, shoving the man’s body away. He didn’t even spare him a second glance. His eyes were only for Malcolm. Once he saw him, his heart dropped three stories.

There was a deep, horrible slice cutting right into his head. Blood was gushing out of the injury, already pooling on the sidewalk. The smell of it alone was overpowering and sickening. He could practically taste the metal. He radioed for help, skimping on the details, and trying not to notice as his voice shook when he said medical help was needed immediately. As soon as he got the call in, he was looking at Malcolm, his stomach churning. “Malcolm!” He didn’t rouse. Gil was struggling to stuff down his panic and try to concentrate. But his voice was already trembling violently. “Malcolm!”

Gil was reaching for his pulse, starting to try and count his respirations. When all of a sudden his breath caught when he saw Malcolm’s eyes twitch. They didn’t open all the way— they only opened a tiny crack. Barely anything. But the second it happened, Gil was noticing. His breath was catching in his throat and his heart was stopping when he saw that flash of color. He whirled down, hunching over him more as he tried to catch his eyes. “Malcolm!” The tiniest grimace flickered over his face, but it was bleary and groggy. That was barely there, too. He wanted to grab him, shake him as hard as he could. He wanted to slap his face, demand he look up at him. But he knew he couldn’t do any of that. He had to keep him still. But he barely held himself back.

When Malcolm didn’t react, Gil broke a little bit more. “Malcolm!” He practically screamed his name in his face.

This earned another, slightly stronger grimace.

He sucked in a harsh breath, checking for their backup, not understand why the hell it was taking so long. He looked back down and had to make a specific effort to lower his voice. He spoke softly, and lowly, purely so he wouldn’t yell, or his voice wouldn’t collapse in on itself. “Malcolm,” he breathed out shakily, desperately. “Malcolm, say something.” Blood was only running thicker down the side of his face. It was practically black. “Don’t move…don’t move, Malcolm, help is on the way.” Malcolm’s eyes fluttered closed. Gil cringed before he leaned over him even more. “Malcolm! Malcolm…tell me your name! Are you listening to me!?” When Malcolm did nothing, he raised his voice. “Are you listening to me!?” Malcolm cracked them open again. Gil had to swallow back a lump in his throat before he repeated more firmly: “Tell me your name. Full name, come on. Tell me. What’s your full name?”

It was far too long before he was able to reply. His answer was nothing more than a weak whisper. “Mal…colm…Br—…Mal…Whi—…Br…Whit…” Gil’s stomach dropped. His expression was crawling over with horror. Malcolm didn’t even notice. His stare was blank as he looked straight up. There was a deadness to his eyes already that was terrifying to him. He wanted to shrug off his coat and apply pressure to the injury, but he couldn’t do that if there was a fracture. He just settled for taking it off and putting it lightly against it, hoping it would at least staunch some of the blood flow. But he just felt even more nauseated when he saw how it immediately began to soak with red.

Keep calm. Stay calm— stay calm for him. “Malcolm. Malcolm, what year is it?” he pressed.

Malcolm sighed. His eyes closed again.

“Malcolm!” His panic was growing, and now it was making him sound angry. “The year!”

“Tw—…twen…nnnni…ttt…” He couldn’t do it. He jerked, crying out in muted agony when his head was moved just a fraction of an inch. Gil saw tears were leaking down the sides of his face, only because they made the dark-scarlet blood turn just the tiniest bit lighter. At that same moment, Gil realized his own eyes were starting to burn. That it was getting harder to breathe. A strangled whimper died in Malcolm’s throat. “Hur…ts…!” His voice was broken. Fragmented. It was all he could get out, but it spoke volumes.

Gil cringed, ducking his head and shifting even closer. “I know— I know, kid, I’m sorry— I’m so sorry, this is all my fault…” Malcolm gasped in sharply, grimacing. But after this flinch, his face was clearing again into that numbness. His eyes stayed closed. Gil felt one of his tears finally fall and streak down his cheek. “No— Malcolm, no! Keep your eyes open, you’ve got to keep your eyes open! You gotta look at me, kid, I need you to stay looking at me!” He didn’t at first. More tears rushed down Gil’s cheeks as, again, he practically screamed: “Malcolm, I said look at me!”

He did. He barely wormed his eyes open. There was nothing to see there but agonized, horrible pain. But he looked at him. His expression was foggy and unfocused and much too blank, but underneath that and underneath all the pain, Gil swore that he saw fear there, as well. He swore that he saw the same terrified, confused fear he’d seen when he’d crouched down in front of him all those years ago in his house. He saw the same terrified little boy, looking at him for answers but dreading whatever they’d be, at the same time. And that was the breaking point. Gil’s voice completely shattered, and he didn’t even try to hide it, just like he didn’t try to hide the fact he was crying when he reassured: “Help is coming, Malcolm, it’s almost here so just— just keep looking at me, okay? Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

Malcolm flinched again. Whimpered again. “S’…try…in’…I— sl…eep…” He was methodical. Trying to speak. He was trying to explain. Elaborate. Like he always did. He just couldn’t do it.

Gil shook his head. “You can’t sleep yet, kid. I need you to stay awake,” he begged weakly. Again, Malcolm whimpered, and again, he saw that panic. But it was ebbing away, the more blood he was losing. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed one of Malcolm’s hands in both of his. He squeezed hard. “You’re gonna be fine, I promise. Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Squeeze my hand. Squeeze my hand back, Malcolm.” He tried. He could tell he was trying so hard. But all he could manage was the tiniest twitch of his fingers. Gil’s vision blurred completely with tears. All he could see were smears of color. But he lied for him. “Good…good, that’s— really good, Malcolm. Keep your eyes open. Keep looking at me. You’re doing well.”

Malcolm blinked slowly. He barely managed to get his eyes open again.

Gil squeezed his hand again, and he tried to smile. It was much too feeble to be considered an actual smile. But he tried his best. “Hey…hey, I’m— …I’m so proud of you, Malcolm.” Malcolm stared at him blankly. He wasn’t even sure he could understand him, by now. “I’m very proud,” he continued anyway, repressed sobs hidden away in every syllable. “And I don’t mean just with this— not just for the cases…I’m proud of you for all of it. I’m proud of you for getting this far, I— …I know it hasn’t been easy, but…but you did it, and I couldn’t be prouder.” Malcolm was unresponsive for a few heartbeats. But then there was the tiniest flicker of awareness in the back of his dead-eyed stare. The very corner of his mouth twitched upwards only briefly, into the smallest, quickest, of smiles.

It wasn’t much. But at the same time, it was absolutely everything.

Gil held to his hand tighter, a noise halfway between a sob and a laugh choking its way out of him. From down the street, he finally heard a siren begin to wail. It was heading towards them. It was their help. Fear and worry was still making his heart pound against his chest, but now a strained hope for relief was there, too. “They’re here!” He glanced over his shoulder and saw the lights, growing brighter and brighter. He turned back to Malcolm. By now his eyes were just slits. Half a centimeter open. “Malcolm! Malcolm, you’re going to be okay! Help is here, they’re going to take care of you! You’re gonna be just fine, Malcolm, I promise! You’re gonna get out of this!”

He said all of this loudly, repeating himself over and over.

The only problem was, crouched on the sidewalk over Malcolm, the knees of his pants slowly becoming soaked with his blood, he wasn’t sure who it was he was trying to convince.

Malcolm…or himself.

#I type too much #Prodigal Son #Malcolm Bright #Gil Arroyo #Headcanon #Prompt #Tiny Fic #Made before S104 #Please God let there be no typos #I was gonna make this a full fic but here we are

[camilahq]

time to talk

TAGGING: KJ @itskjapa​, Cami.

LOCATION: Vancouver, BC.

TIMEFRAME: March 15th, 2020

NOTES: Camila and KJ discuss the events of the weekend and establish that they want to be together, but without labels for now.

Cami: Sunday had been miserable. Madelaine had come over with Olive to serve as a distraction to Cami, but her thoughts had never left KJ. Once Mads had left for the night, she'd hardly slept, tossing and turning most of the night. She'd taken a bath at some early morning hour, trying to clear her thoughts and help herself sleep. It had worked, but only for a few hours and by the time 8 o'clock rolled around she couldn't lay in bed any longer. Camila didn't even care to change out of his sweatshirt she had tried to fall asleep in or her black leggings. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail and washing her face, but leaving it free of any makeup, she picked up Truffle and left the apartment complex for coffee. Standing in front of his apartment door now, back inside their complex, she could hardly muster the courage to knock. Truffle was at her feet and she held a drink carrier with a cup of black coffee for him and her usual almond milk latte in her one hand while she raised her other hand to knock at his door. She knew that her eyes still looked slightly red from crying, but she didn't care about any of that right now. All she cared about was KJ.

KJ: Life had a very nasty sense of humor. KJ had felt on top of the world after his date with Camila -- as if for the first time in a very long time, everything had fallen into place. Holding themselves back from any serious conversation the previous weeks, this moment between them had been the complete opposite. There had been minimal physical interaction and the emotional part of their relationship had emerged in a way that had given him hope for something more. Something real. Until it all came crashing down with a handful of texts exchanged that had left the redhead lost and confused regarding the situation. There was an issue he couldn’t pinpoint and Camila had not been eager to help him in the slightest. They needed to talk and any guy on this Earth knew exactly what that led to. Perhaps his feelings were not reciprocated after all. With the same shirt and boxers he had worn the day before, tired features and tousled hair, KJ made his way to the door. Feet dragging on the floor a clear sign he was dreading the moment that would come. There was no word uttered when he finally opened the door; instead, he leaned back against the wall and waited until she would cross the threshold. Avoiding her gaze altogether.

Cami: At the sight of his tired features and tousled hair, Cami almost burst into tears. They both looked about the same and she knew it was all her fault. The silence was deafening as she crossed the threshold into his apartment, Truffle running ahead of her to claim her usual spot on his couch. "I brought coffee," she whispered, barely able to find her voice while trying to keep her tears at bay. Setting the drink carrier on his kitchen counter, the same counter where they had taken those first steps in blurring the lines between friendship and something more, she picked up her latte, taking a sip. Camila knew that she was ignoring the elephant in the room, but she just couldn't find the strength just yet. After a few sips of coffee, she'd be ready to rip off the bandaid, she just wished he would look at her.

KJ: He barely nodded when she mentioned bringing coffee, following her inside the apartment but keeping his distance. KJ knew his actions or lack of thereof were perhaps exaggerated -- though fear was gripping him, anxious that whatever they had been partaking in would end as abruptly as it had started. And perhaps if he kept quiet, it would delay the inevitable. Give him enough time to bask in her presence in an intimate setting for the very last time. Even if nothing about this moment was romantic in the slightest. Reaching for the coffee, the redhead brought it up to his lips and allowed the liquid to glide down his throat. A brief but welcoming warmth that invaded his being. He leaned against the kitchen island and ran a hand through his hair -- trying his best to tame the wild strands and a clear sign regarding how nervous he was. Waiting for the moment when she would finally break the silence and his heart.

Cami: The silence was killing her as he sipped his coffee. She watched him lean against the kitchen island, running his fingers through his hair. “Kaje,” she started, looking at him nervously. Camila wanted to reach out for him, but she knew that she shouldn’t. He was upset and she didn’t want to overstep. “Last night, Jordan came over because he was in town and he wanted to see me,” she continued, biting her lip. “He told me that he had feelings for me,” she trailed off, looking away from him. “It completely took me by surprise, I didn’t really know what to say, so I ran off to my bedroom and he left.” Camila was pacing the kitchen now. “I just needed some time to let it all sink in, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner.”

KJ: The way she said his name pulled him out of the trance he had been in. And he straightened his form against the furniture, brown eyes intently fixed on the cup he was holding -- feeling as if time was his worst enemy. Until Camila finally explained herself. Jordan’s name elicited a quiet chuckle devoid of any humor and he shook his head; mostly at himself. KJ had seen this coming from miles away, though she had found his reaction ridiculous back then. As if the idea of something more with him was laughable. And yet, he was the sole reason she had pushed him away in the first place the previous day. Surely caught up in old feelings she had forgotten about, thinking they weren’t reciprocated. Just like he had felt the past four years by her side. Which made him the footnote in the grand story they had started. His jaw clenched tightly and he willed himself to speak for the first time since she had stepped inside his apartment. “If you’re gonna do this-- do it fast,” he uttered with a lump in his throat.

Cami: Hearing him scoff annoyed her, but she didn't show any trace of annoyance toward him. Camila watched as his jaw clenched tightly and then she heard his voice for the first time. "Do wha-?" she started, looking at him confused before she realized what he was insinuating. "Kaje... I told Jordan I didn't feel the same way. There's a chance I did feel something for him a couple of months ago, but you've been the only guy on my mind for weeks," she started up again, putting down her cup of coffee and moving to stand right in front of him. She reached out to cup his cheek in her hand. "It broke my heart to hurt Jordan because he's my friend, but you're the one I want to be with," she whispered that last part, tears falling from her eyes as she looked at him with all of the love she could muster. "I'm good with us still just having fun and going on dates, we don't have to put anything in writing right now, but you never have to worry about me falling for someone else." Camila had both of her hands cupping his face now, she knew that she probably looked a complete mess but she didn't care. "I fell for you, Keneti James, hard- like right on my ass," she chuckled, tears still in her eyes. "You're the only person I can see myself being with."

KJ: Brows furrowed in confusion as she spoke once more, KJ didn’t dare move from his spot. The last-minute had been a rollercoaster of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle. From believing Camila was ending their relationship, to her announcing the complete opposite. It all felt so surreal that his attention was still entirely focused on the cup of coffee currently in his hold as his brain tried to make sense of all the contradictory information it was filled with. The touch of her hand on his cheek was what finally made him move -- his eyes flickering upward and meeting her own. Witnessing the tears rolling down her cheeks while he pondered if the words still falling from her lips were not a figment of his imagination. This was more than he had imagined he would ever hear her say. And the heart pounding in his chest was ready to burst. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, disregarding the coffee behind him and allowing his thumbs to wipe away the tears. His own gaze being overcome with emotions at the sight. “I’m so sorry-- I really thought... I mean, I shouldn’t have...” The redhead had a hard time finishing his sentences and decided to draw her in his arms for a tight hug, burying his head in the crook of her neck. “I was so scared I had lost you. I want this for us so much. And we’ll take it at the pace you want.” he murmured against her skin, peppering it with kisses as he breathed her in. Simple gestures he had believed he’d never get the chance to experience again.

Cami: Once he looked into her eyes she completely melted as he shushed her and whispered that it would be okay, of course, like always, the tables had turned and he was now comforting her. She blushed as he wiped her tears away and frowned slightly as he apologized. "Kaje, you've got nothing to apologize for, it's okay if you had a few moments of doubt, I'm not upset with you," she whispered, burying her face into his chest as he wrapped her up in a tight hug. It was exactly what she needed right now. She smiled at his words, her face still buried in his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. "You're never going to lose me," she whispered, relaxing even more into his arms as he peppered her skin with kisses. The gesture causing her to hum against him. "I'm sorry I'm such a weepy, snotty mess," she giggled, pulling away from his chest so she could really look at him. "I don't look too hot," she added with a smirk. "But, I want this so much for us too, I just don't think we need to label anything right away. We just have this unspoken agreement that I'm yours and you're mine."

KJ: A light snort escaped him as she pulled away and mentioned her appearance. His brown eyes taking in her tears stained features with adoration. It hurt to know he was partially responsible for the pain she had gone through -- even if only briefly over some kind of miscommunication. KJ promised himself at that moment to never assume anything regarding her feelings and the things she might have shared with other people. Such futile doubts were not worth the tears he had witnessed falling upon her cheeks. “You’re mine,” he repeated in a quiet voice, letting the words roll off his tongue and appreciating the way it filled his ears. Just like the things she had uttered previously, it seemed like a dream. Something he had once pondered on knowing it would never come true. And yet, life had, in the end, decided to not be as cruel. At least for the time being. “Mine,” he said again, this time firmly as a wide smile crossed his lips before he drew her against him for another tight hug. “I’m yours and you’re mine. That sounds like a good plan to me, aye.”

Cami: He wasn’t saying it, but Camila knew he still was feeling bad about being part of the reason for her tears. She wished he wouldn’t do that, feel bad about things out of his control, but she knew it was in his nature. KJ was one of the most sympathetic people she’d ever met. As his gaze situated on her, she couldn’t help but smile. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off her chest after she had said all that she had wanted to say. Now as he was repeating the sentiment she couldn’t help but blush. “All yours,” she added with a grin. She chuckled as he repeated it again, pulling her against him for another hug. “Sounds like a perfect plan,” she whispered into his chest just as her stomach grumbled slightly. “Can we make some breakfast?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile. “Despite being a terrible cook, I can actually make eggs,” she said with a smirk, holding his hand in hers as she dragged him towards the fridge, not wanting to be away from him for too long after the horrible 24 hours she had spent away from him the day before.

KJ: The thick tension between them had finally dissipated to leave a place to their usual banter -- KJ snorted in disbelief at her words, although the expression plastered on his features was one of amusement. “You know how to make eggs?” he inquired in a teasing tone, allowing her to pull him along as she made her way to the fridge. More than ready to put aside for the time being whatever else they needed to discuss regarding that dreadful weekend. Right now all he wanted was to focus on them and make up for his stupidity over the whole thing. Many hours wasted with negative thoughts. “I reckon that’s surely quite the sight. Show me your skills, Mendes.” Taking place on a stool, the redhead kept his gaze on Camila -- the coffee was long forgotten and her simple presence enough to brighten what was supposed to be a gloomy day. The world was still in a crisis around them, but having her by his side made him feel like he could take on everything coming his way. Teeth dragging along his bottom lip, he tilted his head to get a better look at what she was doing. “Maybe you should cook breakfast for me every day. Depending on how good those eggs are going to be, aye. Try not to send us to the hospital.”

Cami: She knew they had more to discuss from their dreadful weekend, but for now she was hungry and she couldn’t have another deep talk on an empty stomach. “Yes, is that so hard to believe?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Watch and learn,” she teased, grabbing the eggs, milk, and cheese from the fridge. Rolling her eyes at his next comment, she turned to glare at him in a teasing way. “I’d love nothing more than to cook breakfast for you every day - but only if you cook me dinner,” she replied with a smirk. “We won’t end up in the hospital, drama queen,” she added, lightly smacking his chest before she returned to her task. Camila pulled out a bowl, cracking eggs into the bowl and adding milk to the mixture before she poured it into the pan on the stove. Mixing the eggs together, she added cheese before taking the eggs out of the pan so that it would melt. Turning off the stove, Cami got bread and made toast and then she went back into the fridge to find some fruit, cutting it up and putting it on their plates. Adding the eggs and toast after. “Breakfast is served,” she exclaimed, looking at KJ with a twinkle in her eye. She took their plates to his table, shaking her hips as she walked.

KJ: The smile that had appeared on his face earlier was still etched on his features and it was nearly impossible to get rid of it. His entire being felt so light and content now, so far from the sadness it had been submerged with -- all KJ wanted was to bask in her wonderful self and strictly focus on the two of them. Just simply be themselves. “We might be able to find a compromise. Just means you’ll have to be around heaps.” The thought of sharing their mornings and evenings whenever they were able to didn’t sound like a bad idea from his point of view. Especially now that they had cleared up the air regarding what they wanted out of this relationship. But they needed to take their time and the less pressure they had, the better things would be in the end. Following suit when Camila made her way to the living room, his eyes trailed down to her backside, fixated on the motions of her hips. “Tease,” he mumbled under his breath, giving her a playful slap on her cheeks before sitting down on the chair she was going to get for herself. Instead, he patted his lap with a bright grin, inviting her to take place on him. “Someone’s gotta make up for yesterday-- leaving me on my own without anyone to watch Netflix with. Sounds like a good start right here.”

Cami: Now that the tension was mostly gone from the room, Camila felt like she could breathe again. "I'd love nothing more than to be around heaps," she said with a smile. They'd been spending plenty of time with each other anyway so it just made sense to spend most of their time together right now. Camila could feel his eyes on her as she walked, swaying her hips. "Takes one to know one," she whispered, shrieking as he playfully slapped her ass. "Hey!" she exclaimed as he took her chair, but her outburst turned into a fit of giggles as he invited her to sit on his lap. "How are we both going to eat if I'm on your lap?" she questioned, turning to look at him. "I agree this does feel like a good start," she stated with a smile. "I am really sorry about yesterday," she whispered, not wanting to get too sad again. "I'll give you all of the Netflix and cuddles tonight, baby."

KJ mobile: With a swift tug on her arm, KJ pulled her on his lap and snaked one of his arms around her waist to keep her close — his free hand reaching for the fork. “It’s called teamwork, Mendes. I feed you and you feed me,” he answered while holding the utensil up to her mouth so she could have the first taste of the cooked eggs. His grin faltered as Camila mentioned the previous day; the thought of it too depressing to focus on. This was a new day and a new beginning for them. “It’s okay, Cami. I’m not that innocent either. Though, let’s leave this where it is for now. I would like for us to spend the most chill day we’ve ever had, aye. Together.” The redhead dropped a brief kiss on her cheek and directed his gaze back onto the plate. The eggs looked wonderful and he was certain the rest of it too. Although, it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her about it. “Gimme a taste.“ The innuendo seeped through the words uttered as he squeezed her side playfully and he opened his mouth, waiting for the food she had prepared.

Cami: Squealing as KJ tugged on her arm to pull her into his lap, she grinned as his arm snaked around her waist. "We're feeding each other now? Isn't that so romantic," she whispered, moving her head forward to take a bit off of the fork he offered to her. "Yum," she hummed in response to the taste, satisfied that she'd done a good job. Camila noticed his grin falter and her hand came up to cup his cheek. "I'm happy to leave it where it is, I'd love nothing more than to spend a very chill day with you, Keneti," she replied, blushing as he kissed her cheek. "The last time we were here, I was giving you a taste of something much different," she teased back, putting some eggs on the fork in her hand and feeding them to him. "How's that, baby?" she asked, looking at him with pleading eyes, waiting for a response. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she had ever been this happy, at least not recently. KJ had turned her whole world upside down in the last couple of weeks and she was going to be forever grateful to him for that. He was truly the sweetest man she had ever met and she felt so incredibly lucky to be cared for by him.

KJ: At the mention of their tryst in that very same room when everything had gotten out of control in such an unexpected way, KJ couldn’t help but laugh -- a light blush creeping up his cheeks. It was always so easy to be bold when she was involved. Though, he still couldn’t believe they had been such heathens in the first place. Never in a million years had he ever pondered on the possibility of doing those things for the very first time in his kitchen. “Nothing’s gonna be able to beat that,” he replied with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows as Camila turned sideways to feed him. It was no secret that most meals in her apartment were frozen or takeout. So it was carefully that the redhead took the bite she offered, only to be very surprised by the texture of the eggs. And unable to conceal it on his features. “That’s very good.” he hummed in appreciation, nodding his head as he swallowed the food. “I’m impressed. Like-- I didn’t know you could actually do something in the kitchen. Especially not after the pasta mess, aye.” Another laugh tumbled out of his mouth just as he buried his head in the crook of her neck; hiding from any kind of retaliation from his teasing. “Those are the only eggs I wanna eat from now on.”

Cami: Noticing the blush creeping on his cheeks, Camila leaned forward to place a kiss to them. She giggled as he wiggled in eyebrows in response to her turning to feed him. Camila noticed how he carefully took the bite that she offered, smacking him playfully in fake offense. "Don't act so surprised, I'm not completely helpless," she exclaimed. "There are lots of things I can do in the kitchen," she teased, wiggling her own eyebrows at the redhead. At the feeling of his face in her neck, she moved her free hand to the nape of his own, tugging at his hair. "I know we're having a cute and cuddly moment right now, but I just want you to kiss me- like a knock the air out of my lungs kiss," she whispered, tugging on his hair so he would look at her. She wasn't asking for anything more, just a kiss. They at least deserved that after all of the confusion and sadness.

KJ: At her request, KJ looked up from the place where his head had found refuge, his gaze immediately meeting her own. For two people who had been so physical in the first place, it was rather surprising their lips had yet to touch. The emotions from the previous day and the misunderstanding had led them to focus on simple gestures along with the need to be close to one another. Though now that Camila had voiced aloud what she wanted from him, there was strictly nothing else on his mind. His brown eyes trailed down to her mouth as he slowly moved forward -- tentatively moving his bottom lip against her upper one, her warm breath invading his senses. She wanted a kiss that would knock the air out of her lungs and he was more than ready to deliver. The anticipation only adding intensity to the already charged moment. Just as softly, their mouths finally met in endless brushes that were savored as if for the very first time. His hands finding a place on her back and drawing her closer. Allowing the pace to gradually pick up until his tongue darted out and sought entrance.

Cami: When he looked into her eyes, she melted. Dark brown eyes staring back into her own, making her smile so big. She could've just stared at him forever, memorizing every feature of his beautiful face. Camila didn't want to cross the line into anything too sexual today, they'd filled plenty of their time with that, now it was time to focus on each other in other ways, but that didn't mean she didn't want to just grab his face and kiss him as passionately as ever. As his bottom lip came into contact with her upper one, her hands came up to his face, pulling it towards her as his hands found her back and pulled her closer to himself. Arching her back as his hands came into contact with it, Camila's hands fell to the hair at the nape of his neck, playing with it as she always did during moments like these. When his tongue darted out of his mouth, seeking entrance in her own, she happily welcomed it. Her own tongue found his immediately and they began to battle for dominance. She couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped from her mouth at the feeling, pulling herself even closer to his body if that was even possible.

KJ: As always whenever they were sharing such gestures, KJ couldn’t even say where he began and she ended -- her body melting into his and their mouths fitting like two pieces of the same puzzle. Demanding and passionate motions they were both lost into, unaware of how much time had passed as he kept trying to get more of the feeling coursing through their tongues. The sounds muffled by their actions making him grind against the shape of her ass, his hands tightening around her curves. Which is when he knew they needed to take a step back and return to something more playful and innocent. Pulling back from their kiss, shaky and shallow breaths filling his ears, the redhead fluttered his eyes open and studied her beautiful features. Even in a world full of chaos and despair, he was lucky enough to have someone as wonderful by his side. It was something he never wanted to take for granted. “I could eat you up.” he breathed out, a small smirk finding a place on his lips before he swiftly moved forward once more and licked her cheek. One of his hands coming up to the back of her head and keeping her in place.

Cami: In true fashion for the two of them, things got hot and heavy fast. Camila was thankful for KJ’s self-control as he pulled away. Her breathing was heavy as he pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes. Usually, she would shy away at someone looking at her for too long, but when KJ looked at her it was different. Camila continued to look into his gaze, smiling sweetly at him. When he broke the silence with his words about eating her up, she couldn’t help the smirk that met his. Before she could make a joke or say something dirty, he was reaching out to lick her face. Camila shrieked at the feeling, trying to push him away as his hand came up to hold the back of her head. “You’re so stupid,” she giggled, leaning forward to return the gesture, licking his cheek. “Ew. Sweaty,” she grimaced with a laugh. “Do I taste sweet?” she asked, looking up at him with her eyes wide. Turning her attention back to their plates on the table in front of them she picked up his fork and scooped up more eggs for him to taste. “We can’t let this food go to waste,” she whispered, moving the fork towards his mouth like someone would do for a baby. “Open up,” she teased.

KJ: Laughing alongside Camila as she returned the gesture, he simply shrugged at her question -- lips pressed together in order to keep himself quiet. He had stopped himself from going further physically and he didn’t think entertaining things verbally was a safe thing to do either. Not when she was still on his lap and her scent was filling his nostrils. Making him want to bury his face right back into the crook of her neck and let their bodies do the talking. “No, we can’t,” he whispered back, squeezing her side playfully before opening his mouth to take another bite of the eggs. They couldn’t let this food go to waste and they also couldn’t dive into whatever needs were lurking underneath their sweet and cute interactions. But the more they fed each other and uttered sweet nothings in between bites, the easier it became to focus on the simple motions they were bestowing on the other. The ardent passion of their kiss had dissipated and KJ was ready to enjoy the rest of the day cuddled up in her arms as they watched TV. With nothing more in mind than the comfort she always brought him whenever she was near.

Cami: Her lips fell into a pout as he denied her an answer to her question, "I know we can't, you'll just have to tell me another time," she whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek. She giggled as he squeezed her side, poking his in retaliation. As they finished their meal together, whispering sweet nothings in between bites, Camila couldn't help but feel completely at peace. The past 48 hours had been absolute hell for her, but she was happy to be here with him, enjoying each other's company. Once their food was finished and the dishes were cleaned up, Camila dragged him towards the couch where Truffle sat waiting patiently for them. "Hi baby girl," she whispered to the puppy in her high-pitched, hyperactive mom voice as she waited for KJ to take a seat so she could comfortably fall back into his lap.

KJ: Following suit as Camila led the way to the couch, KJ smiled at the interaction with Truffle before throwing himself carelessly on the other end of the furniture -- laying down and keeping his brown eyes on her form. Everything had been so draining, and they deserved to simply be together without any tears or explanations. Sticking to the plan he had in mind, he simply tilted his head as she looked up, urging her to join him. Arms wide open to welcome her into a tight embrace and eyes fluttering shut as soon as her body was pressed up against his. This feeling of contentment whenever she was with him enveloping his entire being. He could feel Truffle tagging along on his chest and couldn't help but chuckle softly before placing a kiss on Camila's forehead. This moment, right here, was all he needed today and for the ones to come.

#p008: time to talk.