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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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Baby Eyes | Mafia Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Some non-con, blood, murder, Mafia Bakugo, Fem! Reader, bdsm, sexual intercourse, size kink, degrading, orgasm denial, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, etc.

Words: 2,896

A/N: thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate. It is really fun doing this collaboration with you. Daisy’s Event

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Vegas.

Many dream of this city. The gambling, the drinks, the money, the night life. It has it all. Your dreams and worse nightmares can be made here all within a single night. The world may be cruel, but Vegas is even crueler. At least, it is for Y/N.

Your pistol was held tight in your trembling little hand. You have not been properly trained for this moment since in your late teens. The weapon felt foreign to the touch. You are now in your twenties and you are usually not doing this line of work, but since you wanted to disturb your significant other while he was working, he handed you the gun for you to handle.

“Since you want to be such a fucking cry baby, here.” He growled, shoving the pistol into your pounding chest. You gasped.

“S-Sir, I—“ You stammered, using the name he loved to be called by you. You would help it lessen your punishment, but the man did not budge.

“Don’t keep me waiting, brat. Finish this piece of shit off swiftly and quit your damn crying.”

You watched as he left into the city lights of Vegas before turning your attention back to the male before you. The man begged for mercy beneath you and your mouth feels dry.

“P-Please, ma’am. I-I have a w-wife and t-three beautiful c-children. I’ll g-give you your m-money next week. I-I promise.” The fearful man stammered amongst the abandoned dark alleyway. You have heard this speech by many like him when Katsuki brought you on his missions. It should just fall on deaf ears, but tears still brimmed your eyes as memories flooded back to the forefront of your damaged mind.

These memories are the reason you are in this predicament. You begged and squealed, running towards Katsuki and hanging onto his arm when he directed you to stay in the car. You two could have been gone by now, but you decided to intervene. Now you are here, about to commit another murder.

Your father was in this same position a few years ago. Begging for mercy before Katsuki slaughtered him right in front of you. Your cries still echo this alleyway during late, breezy nights. People think you have been disposed of as well. That is what eventually happened to the remainder of your family, but you are just under a new identity.

The barrel of the gun digs deeper into the victim’s temple. You attempt to find your strength to pull the trigger. You need to before Katsuki returns. He does not like waiting and you really are pushing what is left of his buttons today.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper out, closing your sorrow filled eyes and pressing down on the trigger. The feeling of blood splattering amongst your cold skin brought back even more unwanted memories. Falling to your knees, you began to cry hysterically in front of the fallen corpse.

Heavy footsteps came up behind you after a few moments. Katsuki has been watching the whole time and you know it. This is what made the experience even worse. You know his judgment is coming. He gave you a task and although you succeeded, it isn’t good enough. He hates your emotional ways. ‘Baby eyes’ as he would say. Always crying over something or someone.

A big calloused hand entangling into your hair with a deep sigh following. You could not look up at him. You hate him right now. You need to, at least, but the feeling of his large fingers stroking your scalp delivered comfort. A comfort he gives and takes away on a whim.

“Took you long enough.” Katsuki grumbled. You gaze up at him with a pitiful look he knows all too well. There was a certain aura to you that changed when your mind drifted to that night. The night he murdered your family right in front of you and all you could do is watch in terror.

“I-I’m sorry.” You muttered out, already accepting that Katsuki is annoyed with you. This is not your first murder and sure will not be your last. He has groomed you long enough for you to know your role.

Katsuki kicked the man’s head with his large foot so he could see the man’s pleading face. Katsuki is cruel in that way. He loved seeing his victim’s expressions in their final moments. Especially when his beautiful woman killed them.

Digging into the man’s pockets, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and black leather wallet to review what was contained inside it. The little cash the man held is now in Katsuki’s possession.

“Marlboro Reds,” Katsuki commented as he slipped the cigarette in between his moist lips and lit it up, “nice.”

Turning around to face you after letting the nicotine enter his system, he looks down at you. Grabbing your chin, you are forced to meet his gaze. You tremble under his touch.

“What did I say about that crying shit?” Katsuki recalls one of your many lectures.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, a little too loud for your own good. Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed together, not pleased with your tone. His hand found a way to your neck, giving you a nice squeeze as he guides you up to your feet.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki growls, his red orbs shooting venom into you. Your arm is now tight into his grip as he leads you to the parked all black Lamborghini.

You climb into the passenger seat while Katsuki climbs into the driver’s. You used the napkins in the glove compartment to clean up your soiled face. Katsuki is already on his second cigarette as he drives to the mansion you both share. Considering how fed up he is with you and your antics, you are surprised that half of the box is not gone by now. You know you are in for it once you arrive home.

Katsuki pulled up to the house after some time. Your tears did not pause once the whole way there which only agitated Katsuki even more. He did not say a word as you know to follow the tall man inside. Straight up the spiral marble staircase to the master bedroom, you begin undressing as Katsuki does not appreciate the mess in his living space. Along with the fact you are always to be naked within the bedroom. That rule was set once you turned eighteen years of age.

You sat on the edge of the bed, not enjoying the look in Katsuki’s angry eyes. His muscular arms folded against his chest as he leaned against the wall, glaring into you. You feel small — as usual — within his presence. He is making sure you remember your place.

“What the hell were you thinking out there, Y/N?” Katsuki begins after moments have passed.

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, twiddling your thumbs in your bare lap. Your insides are curling with each passing second. You are not sure why you did what you did, honestly. You have seen numerous people plead for forgiveness at Katsuki’s feet, but Katsuki is always going to be a merciless man. Your body acted before your brain could compute. You just wanted to save him. Salvage your loved ones death in some way, shape, or form, but it can never be done.

“You have to give me a better excuse than that. This little rebellion you're on lately isn’t doing nothing but getting you into heaps of trouble.”

“It’s not a rebellion!” You snap back, tears still spilling from your orbs. “You killed my family, Katsuki!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, used to this statement coming from you. “Here we go again.” He scoffs with a tsk following shortly after. “We’ve been over this, Y/N. Your father sold you and your family out for cash. If anything, you should be fucking grateful I even let you live.”

“Grateful?” You repeat in disbelief, a half hearted chuckle escaping your lips. Maybe it was because Katsuki let you take another life, maybe your parents' spirits are coming through, or maybe you’re just so fed up with him, but a sudden burst of confidence runs through you.

You stand up, strolling over to the man before you. His jaw is clenching as he examines each cowardly step you take towards him. You glare up to the man before you, quivering before his mighty presence.

“You killed my family, Katsuki,” you repeat through gritted teeth and clenched fists, “I’ll never forgive you for that.”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki challenged, his profound amused smirk appearing. The look in your glossy irises said all the words you didn’t have the courage to speak. “Good thing I really don’t give a fuck about your forgiveness, princess.”

Katsuki’s words soaked into your veins like venom. His smug looks always made you want to beat it off of him. Ever since you have met him. You both know you have no match against him. He will always win. Always.

You have been stuck with him since you were fifteen years old. You two never had any relationship or any sexual conduct until you were the legal age of eighteen. You would be lying if you said you didn’t fall for him over the years. He is all you know and Katsuki grew to like you over the years. Though he trained you to be the woman he wants you to be for him, you do throw a tantrum or two when needed.

“I hate you.” You sniveled.

“Sure you do. Let’s clean up that pretty face of yours so I can stuff it, eh?” Katsuki chuckled, cupping your chin with one hand so he can wipe your nose with a handkerchief with the other. You attempted to break loose of his firm grasp, but the male was not even phased.

“I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.” You admit allowed, still keeping the same angry tone within your words.

Katsuki arched his eyebrow, releasing your face from his grip and discarding the used cloth into the waste bin. “Considering the show you put on out there tonight, you’re lucky I’m not doing worse to you. I can always make that pretty ass of yours bruised too if you’d like?”

You immediately shake your head no. Your bottom is still a bit sore from two weeks ago when Katsuki put you over his knee. You are just now able to sit normal again. You do not need to go back to that.

“No, sir.” You stutter out, backing away from him and putting your hands behind your back. Katsuki is already pouring himself some whiskey into a whiskey glass that you make sure is always waiting on his dresser. He always enjoys a good drink after a long mission.

You take his black suit jacket off of him like expected and lay it on the dirty laundry hamper. Katsuki is already sitting on the bed, sipping on his alcoholic beverage, waiting for you to get to work. Kneeling before him, you begin unzipping his slacks and tugging down his underwear to reveal his erected cock. You take a moment to contemplate your future actions. You really did not want his dick in your mouth, but like Katsuki said before, you do not have a choice in the matter.

Your train of thought is derailed when Katsuki tugs on your hair. “Isn’t going to suck itself, brat. Get to work.”

Mentally groaning, your tongue swipes his length before placing kisses on the tip. Slowly, you begin taking in inch—by—inch. Saliva slid down his cock by the time you had it in your throat. Choking noises fed Katsuki’s already inflated ego.

“Can’t talk much with my cock down your throat, huh?” He teased, taking another sip of his whiskey. “For someone who claimed they didn’t want my cock to begin with, you sure are deep throating it rather quickly.”

You ignored his usual insults as you came up for air. You let out small coughs then go in for more, every vein being pleased with your tongue as you take it all in. Katsuki groans in pleasure as you pick up the speed. His cock is coated in your saliva as you did not slow down once to catch air. It wasn’t worth the ego boost he would feel from knowing he is too big for you.

Katsuki’s whiskey went unfinished as he could not focus on drinking it. Cum soon fills your hollow cheeks and down your throat as he releases into you. Not a drop was missed as you milked his cock. You were rewarded with a head pat.

“On the bed,” Katsuki instructs, “all fours.”

“Do I have to?” You whine. Katsuki vigorously grabs your chin, staring down into you. The room is dark, but his crimson eyes seemed to glow.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get on this fucking bed and shut your Goddamn mouth.” Katsuki hisses, sending chills down your spine. You do as you are told like he taught you. Arching your back, your ass is now in his perfect viewing. Katsuki’s clothes discarded to the hardwood floor below, his dick already erected at the sight of you.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Katsuki asked, rhetorically. He spreads you open more for his personal view. “Yeah, that’s it.” He comments, overviewing all of you. One of his hands stroked his cock while the other pressed on your begging clit. You let out a soft moan, hoping he didn’t hear.

Placing his hands on your hips, he drags you closer to him. Leveling you with his cock, the tip slowly slips into your entrance then proceeding to pick up full speed. Your cunt swallows all of him, hugging his cock with each rhythmic thrust. You can feel your tight walls get stretched by his girth with each entry he makes, not even giving you time to get used to his size as he exits to repeat the same process. No matter how many times you two have sex, you will never get used to Katsuki’s length and size.

“Katsuki—“ You sob in pleasure and in pain.

“Shut it, slut. You’re going to take all of my fucking cock and like it. I’m going to fuck the brat out of you tonight.” Katsuki demands, pressing down on your spine so your ass is more perked up for him to smack periodically. Your cries and moans are muffled into the European satin sheets below. You grip onto them for support as Katsuki does not slow down once.

Your pussy pulsates with each thrust. It was about to give out on you and cum all over his cock. Though you did not want to give him the satisfaction, your cunt had other plans as it became tighter around Katsuki’s length.

“Aw, is someone going to cum?” Katsuki coo’s condescendingly, beginning to go agonizingly slow.

You lift your head to beg for sweet release. “Please let me cum, sir. Pretty please. I need to oh so badly.” You sobbed. His silence made your insides do flips. His slow strokes did not once stop and his nails dug into your thighs.

“No.” Katsuki finally denies as he knows you cannot take anymore. You gasp, your heart stopping for a split second.

“Katsuki, please.” You hiccuped. “I really need to.”

“Should’ve thought about that before throwing a tantrum today. Good girls get to cum.” Katsuki shrugged, using his long muscular arm to push your head back into the mattress. “Now shut the hell up while I fuck you senseless.”

Just like Katsuki stated, he fucked you until his high was met. Of course, he did not make it easy as he was about to bust, he would go slower to edge himself. He wanted this to be a punishment to remember. The whole time, you behaved and did not cum. No matter how many times Katsuki tried to get you to slip, you refused.

“C’mon and cum, brat. Y’know you wanna.” Katsuki would tease with immaturity. All you could say was incoherent “no thank you’s.” A soft rub on your ass was telling you that you passed his test.

Countless minutes, maybe even hours, have passed until Katsuki decided he was ready to release himself. “You can cum now.” He finally grants. You did not get to even process his words as your pussy released onto his cock. Babbles of pleasure and gratitude escaped from your lips.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki praises, his cock now removed from you. You whine at the hollowness you felt.

“Lay on your back.” He instructs, doing his best to keep it together. You follow his request and switch over to your back. “Play with your tits.”

Your fingers grab onto your sensitive nipples, swirling on them before giving them a nice little pinch. Katsuki stood over you, stroking his cock that is covered in his pre-cum.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” Katsuki praised once more, analyzing your lewd faces as your fingers played with your breast.

“Mm, cover me with your cum.” You encouraged, rubbing your thighs together and pushing your breast closer to one another. Katsuki became feral as cum squirted onto your chest and stomach. Just the sight of you is making Katsuki forget today ever happened.

Just like always, baby eyes.

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theghostofblackbunnymask · 3 years

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do you think you could do an A5 and A7 angst with c!dream. thank youu <3

Author's note- Y/N is related to Tommy and Wilbur.

Warnings- Abuse (Physical), Yelling, Threatening, cursing, Death (Mentioned briefly)

Y/N was sitting in a tree with Tommy, watching the sunset as Teommy ate an apple and Y/N ate a carrot.

"Y/N, we really miss you back in L'manberg, why did you leave it?" Tommy asked.

"Just, I don't want to die..."

"Well, where are you staying?"

"Somewhere," Y/N said as the leaned on the trunk of the tree.

Tommy through his apple away and looked at Y/N.

"Y/N. You know who Dream is, right?"

Y/N flinched at the mention of the man's name. Sitting up straight she said.

"Uh, yeah..."

"We're at war with him and his friends, I don't think it's safe for you to be alone..."

"I'll be fine Tommy," Y/N said as they moved their long gloves slightly to scratch their arm due to nervousness.

Tommy glanced at Y/N's arm and saw a bruise.

"What's that?" Tommy asked, pointing at Y/N's arm.

"What's what?"

"Your arm, what's that on your arm?" Tommy asked, gently grabbing Y/N's wrist and slowly moved their gloves up, only to reveal bruises, burns, scars, rope burns and bite marks.

"Y-Y/N-"

Y/N pulled their arm back and moved their glove back into its original spot.

"I-I gotta go," Y/N said before they jumped off and ran off.

Tommy was going to chance after them, but he knew he wasn't fast enough to catch up.

"I wasn't even supposed to be out, Dream please don't be home, please..." Y/N said as they ran back to Dream's house. When they got closed to the house, they saw a familiar green hoodie.

"Where were you?" Dream asked, standing up and walking towards Y/N, towering over them.

"I-I..."

"Nothing to say? Pathetic..." Dream said as he grabbed you by your hair.

"I know you were with Tommy," Dream said as he pushed Y/N inside the house, making the fall to the ground.

Dream stepped on Y/N to prevent the from escaping.

"It would be such a shame if something were happen to him..." Dream said, before he whispered in Y/N's ear.

"If you don't behave your going to have more scars on that pathetic body of yours."

Dream stood up and kicked Y/N in the stomach over and over again until they were coughing up blood.

"Get up."

Y/N curled up into a ball and cover their head.

"Are you deaf? I said stand up!" Dream said, making Y/N flinch.

Dream punched Y/N in the face and gave them a black eye.

"If you stand up in the next second you're fucking dead, got it?"

Y/N stood up shakily, looking down at the ground that was covered in blood. Y/N collapsed into Dream's arms due to blood loss and them being very tired. Dream picked them up bridal style and patched them up before placing them in their shared bed. Dream pulled you close as he fell asleep.

The next day...

"Get up, we're paying L'Manchildberg a little visit..." Dream said, kicked the bed to wake Y/N up.

Y/N got ready and walked out of Dream's room.

"If anyone ask, tell them you fell, got it?" Dream whispered in Y/N's ear with a serious tone.

Y/N nodded as she followed Dream outside of the house. Dream, Sapnap and George planned to pay L'manberg a visit, giving them one last chance to back down and give up.

"WILBUR! COME LOOK!" Tommy yelled to Wilbur.

"What is it Tommy?" Wilbur asked.

"Dream's here!"

Wilbur froze when he heard Dream was here.

"Go get the others, Tommy..." Wilbur whispered.

Wilbur walked outside of L'manberg with a bow and arrow in his possession. Dream stood their with Sapnap and George next to him, Y/N was behind Dream, making Wilbur not notice them.

"What do you want Dream?"

"What I want is for you to give up! You know that you'll never win Wilbur, just admit it," Dream said as Tommy came out with the others behind him.

"WE AREN'T GIVING UP NOW! WE AREN'T COWARDS!" Tommy yelled, shooting an arrow above Dream's head.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, don't want to hurt your older sibling, now would we?" Dream said, smirking.

"Sibling? Y/N isn't here, wait... HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THEM?!" Tommy asked.

Dream began to chuckle darkly as he grabbed Y/N by their wrist and pulled them so they were in front of him.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Wilbur asked.

"Why, they're my significant other..."

Tommy and Wilbur stood there in shock.

"But... You said that you didn't want to be involved in this... It was because you were dating the enemy!" Tommy said, pointing an arrow at Y/N.

"Tommy don't, there has to be an explanation," Wilbur whispered.

"Y/N... Were you staying with Dream this entire time, why?" Tommy asked.

"I-" Y/N said, but stopped when Dream glared down at them.

"Wait... Y/N, was it Dream who did this?" Tommy asked, directing his eyes to Y/N's arm.

Wilbur, Dream, George, Sapnap, and everyone else was confused by what Tommy asked.

"I... I... I can't... I-I..."Y/N said as tears began to come from their eyes as they began to shake.

"I d-don't want to be h-here anymore... I never wanted this..."

Tommy looked Dream dead in the eyes with anger.

"It was you, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"Tommy what are you talking about?" Wilbur asked.

"Yesterday, Y/N and I were talking and they pulled their gloves up to scratch their arm after I mentioned that we were at war with Dream. I pulled their gloves off and their were bruises, marks, and scars all over their arm. After they ran off in a panic."

Wilbur looked at Dream and back at Tommy. Dream placed a sword to Y/N's neck as Tommy and Wilbur looked at the four of them.

"I guess you won't give up... Be prepared Wilbur... You'll regret ever starting this country..." Dream said as he walked off, Sapnap and George following after.

Y/N stood their like deer in the headlights, tears rolling down their face as they cried. Tommy and ran towards Y/N and hugged them.

"Let us help you, please..." Tommy said.

"Y/N GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS OVER HERE!" Dream yelled.

Y/N looked at Tommy and Wilbur before running after Dream.

"Wilbur, do you think Y/N will be ok until this war is over, so we can go save them?"

"I'm not sure Tommy, but I hope so..."

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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i’ll wait and i’ll listen

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of deafness/hearing loss, cursing, i think that’s it

recommended listening: new song | maggie rogers & del water gap

a/n: hi! first and foremost, i want to say that this is based off my own personal experiences with a deaf father, and it is in no way a reflection of how other people or families with hearing issues operate. this is just how we live and how my dad goes about life. with that out of the way, enjoy some soft nolan content i threw together in 45 minutes. pretty sure i made this gender neutral, but please point out any mistakes!

There’s no legitimate reason for you to be so apprehensive about Nolan meeting your parents.

He’s a great person who is all you could ever ask for in a partner. The two of you get along like peas in a pod, and honestly most of the time your relationship feels like two friends hanging out. Of course there’s a bit more romance involved – but being with Nolan is so easy you barely have to think about it.

Your parents aren’t the issue either. They’re both incredibly supportive of your relationship, and anything else you do. If it weren’t for them, you never would have left home – they’re the ones who packed the car and drove you all the way to Philadelphia. You never would have met Nolan if they hadn’t practically forced you out of the house and into the world.

Truthfully, both parties would probably get along great. Your mother is kind and welcoming, and your father has interests similar to Nolan’s. Your younger siblings adore him – they came to visit one weekend and you took them to an afternoon game at Wells Fargo Centre, and afterwards the four of you went out for burgers. Since then they talk to him regularly, and have been begging for you to return home with Nolan. You can tell your parents are getting antsy too – after all, you’ve been with Nolan for nearly two years.

Yes, Nolan has a busy schedule that doesn’t allow for much travel, but there have been plenty of opportunities over the years for everyone to get together. You’re the one who always comes up with a reason for him not to meet your parents. One time you were ‘sick’, another you were too busy with work to make the trip home. It isn’t that you’re worried they won’t approve or that Nolan will resent them. You’re apprehensive about bringing Nolan around because you’re worried there will be a communication barrier.

Your dad is deaf, and Nolan doesn’t exactly enunciate his words well. His voice is also exceptionally deep, which doesn’t help much. It isn’t a secret, your father’s hearing issues, and you’ve spoken to Nolan about them numerous times. Most of the time it’s you fretting about it getting worse and he listens intently while you sob into his chest. Since the hearing loss came from years of working around loud machines, it was gradual, which was frustrating for him. You were in high school when he got hearing aides, but eventually they lost their desired effect. Now your dad relies on reading lips and other non-aural markers like hand gestures to fill in the gaps.

“Babe, I have to meet them at some point,” Nolan says through a mouthful of pasta. “Especially since I plan on sticking around.”

Your mom had called earlier in the afternoon to ask when you were coming home next. The upcoming weekend is free in your schedule, and when you told her she insisted you bring Nolan. He’s out for the season with the migraine related issues so you couldn’t exactly lie and say he was going to be out of town. Instead, you fed her some bullshit excuse and said you’d check to see if he could move some stuff around.

“I know,” you sigh. “I just don’t want you or my dad getting frustrated if talking doesn’t go smoothly.”

Nolan pushes his chair back from the table and walks to stand behind you. He rubs your shoulders soothingly and leans down to whisper in your ear. “There are a million and ten other ways I can communicate with him Sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”

Deep down, you know he’s right. There’s no reason the two of them can’t communicate, even if they can’t do it verbally. After discussing it more and ironing out all your doubts, you call your mom back to let her know both you and Nolan will be coming. A small weight lifts from your chest, knowing that you’ll get the first meeting over with, but dread slowly creeps in. There are so many ways it could go wrong.

☼☼☼☼

You and Nolan stand on the doorstep of your childhood home hand in hand. As if he can sense how nervous you are, Nolan squeezes gently, reminding you of his unwavering presence.

“Whatever happens isn’t going to change the fact that I love you,” he says, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

To steady yourself from the negative thought swirling in your brain you lean closer to Nolan. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and uses his free hand to knock on the door. Less than two seconds your sister is bounding towards the door and flinging it open.

“Mom! Y/N and Nolan are here!”

She steps to the side and lets the pair of you in. You shrug off your jacket and hang it on the rack behind the door – Nolan copies. As soon as you’re inside the entryway your mother is wrapping you in a massive hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home darling,” she says, arms tight around you. “Was the drive okay?”

You go to answer her question but her attention is turned to your very tall boyfriend who is standing beside you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You must be Nolan. It’s so nice we could finally meet. Y/N has told me a lot about you.”

Nolan clears his throat before speaking, his deep voice echoing slightly off the ceiling. “All good things I hope,” he laughs, looking to you for reassurance.

Nodding your head, you join in his laughter. You travel farther into the house, giving your brother a fistbump when you pass him in the hall. When you moved out your parents converted your room into a sophisticated guest bedroom, so there aren’t any embarrassing posters from your teenage years on the walls for Nolan to make fun of. You quickly unpack your suitcase, wanting to get back downstairs and spend time with your family. It’s been a while since you’ve been home, and you missed them more than you thought.

“Is your dad here?” Nolan asks, hanging the couple of sweaters you guys brought up in the closet.

You glance at the clock on the wall, you shake your head. “He’ll be home from work just before dinner.”

The two of you head downstairs to chill with your siblings, but not without sharing a few kisses that make your spine tingle. At your brother’s insistence the four of you head to the basement to partake in an air hockey tournament. Though Nolan can hold his own in the NHL, he’s rather miserable at this iteration of the game. Your sister eliminates him in under five minutes, and after a hard fought battle you defeat your brother.

Nolan tries to coach you before the gold medal game but you laugh him off. “Nol, you were terrible. I think I can hold my own.”

He breathes out harshly through his nose, but you know he isn’t upset with your teasing. “Fine,” he mumbles, “See if you can win without my all-star advice.”

Your sister manages to win in a shootout. It was a close game, and you challenge her to a rematch after dinner. She accepts, insisting you’ll lose again. Nolan bets he can race her around the property, so you move outside. Your mom lets you know dinner will be ready soon, and you throw her a thumbs up.

Though your sister is a fast runner, she’s got nothing on Nolan’s six foot frame. He passes her with ease, cheekily throwing her the finger as he rushes by. You’re the finish line and instead of stopping when he reaches you, Nolan throws you over his shoulder and continues running through the yard.

Your laugh rings out as you kick your feet. “Put me down!” you shriek. When he makes no attempt to prove he listened to your cries, you try again. “Nol, come on, put me down. If you fall it’ll be really bad.”

Knowing you’re right, Nolan stops moving and gingerly places you on the ground. His hands move to cup your face and he plants a warm kiss on your lips. You refuse to let it get too far, but you lean into him slightly and sigh when he pulls away.

In the distance you hear your mom calling for dinner. “Kids, it’s time to eat,” she says. “Your father just got home.”

Your heart beat rises exponentially, and your steps drag slightly as you get closer to the door. Nolan notices, but doesn’t say anything. Instead he flashes you a smile that’s reserved just for you and makes your heart melt.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure I don’t mumble.”

In the dining room, you guide Nolan to sit beside your dad. You figure it’s the spot where he has the best chance of hearing your boyfriend, and no one seems to protest. They give each other a polite nod while the rest of you rush to place everything on the table and serve the food.

Once everyone is sitting, Nolan takes the initiative to introduce himself. “It’s nice to meet you Sir,” he says a bit slower than his normal speaking voice, making sure to clearly enunciate his words.

There’s no response from your father, and you suck in a breath. You watched him focus on Nolan’s lips while he spoke, but you fear he still couldn’t quite understand what your boyfriend said. It takes a few more beats for him to process what was spoken, but then your dad is cracking a smile and holding his hand out for Nolan to shake.

“Glad Y/N isn’t hiding you from us anymore. I thought the first time I’d meet you was at the engagement party.” His voice is a few decibels louder than everyone else’s, due to not being able to hear himself, but Nolan doesn’t seem to mind.

They slip into an easy conversation about work and hunting, asking each other a million questions. There’s barely room for any one else to contribute but the rest of you don’t mind – it’s been a long time since your dad has been able to go this long without asking someone for assistance. Of course there’s a few bumps in the road – Nolan not speaking clearly or looking elsewhere while telling a story, but that was to be expected. You step in when needed, repeating phrases and recreating scenes with hand actions. Overall, the meal goes swimmingly, and the two men leave the table eagerly to swap stories.

You spend the time catching up with your mother, and she gushes over how Nolan is handling everything. “He’s doing so well,” she exclaims. “He’s so patient with your dad, waiting to make he understood what was said before continuing, and he doesn’t have an issue repeating himself a few times. You really lucked out Y/N.”

“I know,” you say honestly. “He’s simply the best.”

It’s a few hours later that Nolan finds his way back to you. You arch your brow, wondering what he got up to, and he explains that your dad took him for a walk in the forest to show him the deer he’d been tracking the past couple of weeks. It’s heartwarming that they get along so well, and you feel a little silly for fretting over what would happen.

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“Your dad is nice,” Nolan shrugs as you crawl into bed beside him. “I could hardly tell he was deaf most of the time.”

You tuck yourself into his side and hum. “He does a great job of not letting it define him,” you agree. “But thank you for being so patient with him.”

A small peck is placed to your shoulder blade and you sigh at the contact of Nolan’s lips on your skin. “He did grumble about how my voice is too deep,” he laughs. “Said he could barely hear me. Once I knew that I made sure to speak clearly and let him read my lips.”

You’re speechless. None of your friends or past romantic partners had made that much of an effort to treat your dad like he was a person. They got short with him for needing them to slow down or repeat themselves, and often would refuse to see him again. It’s part of the reason you were so hesitant to introduce Nolan – you wanted to protect him from another person who might treat him differently because he can’t hear.

“I really fucking love you,” you whisper into the darkness.

You can practically hear the grin in Nolan’s voice as he speaks. “I really fucking love you too.”

The rest of your stay will go just fine, you think as you drift to sleep. There was nothing to worry about, and you can’t wait to watch a friendship blossom between your dad and boyfriend.

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kouomi · 3 years

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Summary: Atsumu looks back on your relationship and finds himself longing for the person he called home (Miya Atsumu x f!reader)

Warnings: lil bit of fluff, heavy angst, mentions of death, fighting

Word count: 2,708

A/N: italicized parts are in the past! lil heads up this is not edited!! Someone please hug Tsumu cause I made myself sad writing this

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Posted: March 14th 2021, 8:30 AM EST

“‘Tsumu!” You gasp as your flung onto the couch, a chorus of laughter following your cry. The two of you tumbled around for a few moments before Atsumu pins your hands to your side, a leg on either side of your hips as he grins at his victory.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, knowing all too well what the mischievous glint in his eye meant. Your warning is too late, however, as his hands move to attack your sides sending you into a flurry of laughter. Tears pricked at your eyes as he mercilessly continued to tickle you, his own laughs of amusement being heard over yours.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard ya.”

“You win! Stop!”

Seemingly satisfied with your call of forfeit Atsumu draws his hands away from your sides, only to fall on top of you making a squeal pass your lips. His arms loop around your waist as you tried to shove

Atsumus eyes nervously scanned the large crowd as he stepped out on to the court, the loud cheers and blaring band falling upon deaf ears as all he could hear was his thoughts whizzed by faster than he could focus on one. It was his first game of high school and while he was able to hide it well, below the surface of his facade he was swelling with nerves and worries. What if he messed up his serve? What if he did something to lose the game for the third years? What if something he did this game made the entire team turn on him like they did in middle school?

Before he could fully process what was happening the referee passed him the ball, hundreds of eyes following its course into his hands. Taking a deep breath, Atsumu spun the ball in his hands.

Don’t mess up.

How many steps do I take?

Is this too far?

What if I throw it up wrong?

Don’t. Mess. Up.

“Go Atsumu!”

The sudden call of his name pulls him out of his thoughts, his attention being drawn back towards the crowd. After a few moments of searching his eyes meet yours, a sense of calm washing over him as you smile back at him. She came, he thought to himself, his own smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. With you there, surely everything would be

“Y/n, can ya please let me in?”

“Go away!”

Atsumu sighs as he leans his head on the bathroom door, his hand once again trying the handle though the lock prevents it from turning.

It was a stupid fight, one that’d been building up over time that suddenly boiled over causing you both to explode at each other. Both of you had said things you didn’t mean, harsh words being thrown at each other since you arrived home. Your throats had gone raw from trying to speak over each other but you both refused to back down, tunnel vision preventing you from hearing one another out as you pressed to prove you were right.

Looking on what you’d said now having been sitting outside the bathroom for about an hour he understood why you’d been upset and, while he didn’t quite want to admit it, you were in the right.

While he knew this now, it didn’t help what had gotten him in this situation in the first place. At the peak of your screaming match he found himself blinded by anger and words he’d never thought he’d ever say to you passed his lips, rolling off his tongue before he realized what he was saying.

“All I’m saying is I want to spend some more time with you! Is that really too much to ask?” You asked, exasperated.

“Ya knew when we started dating how busy I am!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Why are ya suddenly so mad about it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you spend more time with your fan girls than with your actual girlfriend!”

“Really? Yer pulling that? It’s not my fault yer so needy Y/n, I’m not gonna drop my practices just to make ya happy all the time!”

“If you think I’m needy why don’t you go date one of the girls who keep throwing themselves at you?”

“Maybe I should! They’d probably be less annoying than ya!”

“‘Tsumu, wait-“

“What? Finally realizing how easily I could replace ya? Yer the one who suggested it, remember?” He scoffs, ignoring how you’d shrunken, “Ya should be thankful for the time ya get with me, cause if not there’s other girls who could take yer place. I don’t need ya.”

As soon as he said it he froze, almost not believing that those words had actually come out of his mouth. The look on your face unfortunately proved it to be true, however, as he could see the way it seemed as if all of the fight and anger had been drained out of you leaving you with a hollow expression. You but your lip as you shook your head and shoved your way past him, ignoring all attempts he made at stopping you as you slammed the bathroom door in his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry okay? Can ya unlock the door so we can talk?”

“Leave me alone, Atsumu.”

He felt a pull at his heart at the slight crack in your voice followed by quiet sniffling, guilt threatening to swallow him whole as he realized you were crying because of him.

Unable to put up with you locking yourself away any longer, Atsumu grabbed a bobby-pin from your room and got to work unlocking the door with it, successfully doing so after a few minutes. Almost as soon as the door swung open he’s kneeling on the ground beside where you were curled into a ball, frantically scanning his mind for something to do.

“Y/n...” He says, reaching a hand out to brush your hair away from your face.

He cringes when you flinch, temporarily drawing back before reaching out again this time wrapping his arms around your shuttering frame. Though you temporarily resisted, ultimately you found yourself melting into his embrace as you adjusted to wrap your arms around his torso. Atsumu pulls you into his lap, one of his hands cradling the back of your head as you cried into his shirt while the other ran up and down your back. The two of you sat there until your tears slowed to a stop, Atsumu not daring to move a muscle in fear of scaring you off.

“You really are an asshole, Atsumu.” You mumble, your grip on the fabric of his tshirt tightening.

“I know.” He sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that. Yer the best girlfriend I could ever ask for, no one else even begins to compare. And yer right, I’m not spending enough time with ya but I’ll try to, okay? I love ya so much.”

“I

The two of you lay on the couch in your living room, the only sound being that of the TV you’d turned on for background noise when your boyfriend had appeared at your front door. You’d anticipated his arrival, having watched the game against Karasuno on your phone the day before and such expected the defeated and angry atmosphere that surrounded him.

Atsumu lay on top of you with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, holding himself in place against you. One of your hands rested on the back of his head that rested on your chest as the other ran up and down his back, paying attention to rub in the patterns you knew he liked. He hadn’t said a word since he arrived other than a short “missed ya”, having passed all welcomes in favor of clinging to you, his body melting into yours. After the loss at nationals he had wanted nothing more than to curl up in your arms, the long trip home seeming to go slower as he counted down the seconds until he could finally be here.

“You did really good.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he tensed slightly. “I’m proud of you.”

“It wasn’t good enough.” Atsumu says, voice weak compared to its usual light hearted tone. “I lost the game for everyone.”

“You weren’t the only one playing, ‘Tsum. It isn’t all one person’s fault. But you are one of the reasons you guys were even able to get that far, yeah? Don’t beat yourself up over one play.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he processes your words, as if trying to decide if he’ll believe you or not. He moves his head upwards so he can nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, the feeling of a tear falling onto your skin pulling at your heart as you give him a small squeeze.

“It’s just- it was-“ He stutters, his words shaky and ultimately cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he tries to hold back his tears.

“I know.” You murmur, “But you’re still the best setter there is, y’know? And the best boyfriend, best teammate, best looking; you’re so much more than that one game.”

“...Best looking twin?” He asks quietly.

You laugh, “Yes.”

The sound fills his ears, providing him with a sense of comfort no words or actions had been able to. You always knew the right things to say, to do, to comfort him and make him feel better when he was at his lowest and felt ready to give up. Something about you warded off all of the negatives and filled the air around you with warmth. Something about you felt like home. Something about you made him sure that one day, he was going to m

that’s how things between the two of you went, always being cut off too soon. All of his memories with you, each I love you, each kiss, each quiet afternoon spent cuddling on the couch watching movies, everything was ended before it was supposed to. Even your relationship went that way, being cut off, suddenly forced to a stop before it could even really begin. Each memory was halted right in the middle, part of each story missing making them feel impartial and almost fake with holes in their plots and the endings missing. Everything was so vivid, yet so vividly fading at the same time it terrified him that he was losing what little left he had of you. Details faded away so all he was left was glimpses of a memory that didn’t even feel like his anymore; left looking through a foggy window on to a life he wished he still had.

Every day without you felt bland. No longer did he have your soft voice scratchy with sleep whispering in his ear in the mornings; your fingers lacing with his as you wandered around the shops; your body searching for his warmth during the night. The apartment that had once belonged to the both of you was now void of your glowing presence, the air stiff and too quiet without you. His happy, care-free smile had faded from his face and become less frequent as he found himself wondering what he was supposed to do without the one person he could call home.

“I got invited to play for the Olympics next year.” Atsumu says, not quite as enthusiastic as it should be, “Ya always said I’d get there one day.”

No response comes.

“It really sucks without ya here, Y/n.” He continues, feeling his throat start to constrict, “I miss ya. A lot.

It’s already been a year, can ya believe that? I don’t want to believe it. A whole year with ya gone. It’s just... not right.

Sometimes I forget for a few minutes, and I think yer gonna be there when I open the door just like ya always were. It scares me, cause I can’t remember everything, even yer voice is a little gone without the videos. I could never forget yer smile though, even with all the pictures. I think that’s my favorite thing about ya.

I really took everything for granted. I wish I could go back and just hold ya, one more time. One more kiss. One more time hearing ya say I love you. Just something to hold onto. It’s not right, nothings right without ya here. Ya were the reason I was always so happy, ya made everything seem so much brighter, but now it’s just... bland. It’s like I can’t be happy without ya, I don’t wanna be happy without ya.” He stops to wipe his face of the tears that’d begun to fall, though new ones quickly slip into the tracks of the old.

“I wish you’d just come back. Sometimes I get mad at ya, for leaving me here alone, but ya know I can’t stay made atcha for long. It just hurts, knowing yer not coming back... Yer not coming back.”

He hits his lip, the air in his lungs feeling to heavy as if it’s trying to suffocate him from the inside. Everything falls on him at once, like a thick sheet of snow covering everything in sight and leaving him cold and numb yet burning and screaming at the same time. You’re gone. His Y/n, his beautiful wonderful, amazing Y/n, was gone. Everything hurt, every breath, every small movement of his body as it shook with sobs, every nerve; everything hurt as he longed for something that was so painfully taken away.

“Please Y/n/n... I don’t know what to do without ya.” He cries, eyes squeezing shut, “I miss ya, just please... come back to me.”

Still no response. The only sound being Atsumus cries muffled by the snow he sat buried in.

Atsumu barely notices the hand placed on his shoulder, only acknowledging the other person when they call his name.

“Hey.” Osamu starts, glancing down at his brother with eyes heavy with concern before flickering back up. “Do ya wanna minute?”

He doesn’t respond, another cry being answer enough as he feels his body collapsing in on itself. Risking his legs giving out beneath him, Atsumu stands and throws his arms around his twin, desperately clinging to him as if trying to find an anchor to the world. Osamu didn’t say anything as he held the blonde, feeling his own tears prick at the corners of his eyes at seeing his brother so torn and distraught.

He’d known this was going to happen today, that no amount of words would even begin to fill the void within him and every attempt at comfort would fall upon deaf ears so he didn’t try. Instead, he sat there. For a time unbeknownst to the pair they sat on a bench Osamu was able to coax Atsumu towards, no words daring break the silent agreement they’d made to not speak. They sat there until Atsumus heavy sobs eventually eased to a dull crying and he pulled away, eyes meeting his brothers for a moment as if to thank him before he let his head fall back on to the bench to face the sky.

“Come on.” Osamu said quietly, standing and waiting for the other to follow. He does after a moments pause, eyes lingering on the grave he’d sat beside and tracing over your name before he lets out a heavy, shaky sigh and started walking away, ignoring his mind that screamed at him to stay.

“Let’s get ya home.”

Atsumu obliged but he knew that part of him lay within you, that where ever you went, no matter how far was where his home was; that, without you, away from you, he’d never truly be home again. So he left, leaving with you the pieces of himself he’d given away and the memories that failed to fully reanimate with hopes that maybe, if he couldn’t be with you now at least you could find your way back to him, waiting for you to fall into his arms and bring him wherever you had settled; the place he so desperately longed for: home.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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To Choose (2)

See the first part here~

The first part was one of my first creations on this blog in March, so here’s to nurturing this blog for almost six months. The writing development might be drastically different from the time between these two pieces, but enjoy this angsty ride.

To the twenty one of you who have asked, here it is ladies and gents<3

Warning(s): angst, slight cursing

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“Oi. There you are.”

Your legs still as tension floods your body, your teeth finding your lip as the familiar voice makes a quiver in your chest appear. The blonde’s voice takes on a warning tone, and you look around for help as Tsukishima’s irritation grows at the sight of your turned back. The blonde crosses his arms, hands slipping from the warm confines of his pockets as he’s faced with another occurrence of trying to pin you in place.

“Y/N, you can’t keep running away-”

“She can so!” The duo is quick, and you barely manage to make out heads the color of dark hair and orange hair, one slinging an arm through yours to drag you in your escape and one simply placing a hand on your shoulder to pick up the pace in his longer legs. Hinata grins widely from your left as Kageyama simply nods to you from your right as a thankful grin remains fleeting on your lips.

“This is childish.”

“Stop chasing girls that don’t want to talk to you then, looney.”

“What did you just-”

“Y/N-chan...” Hinata sweatdrops at his mistake, turning to face his head forward again after antagonizing the blonde. “We should hurry, no?”

“Idiot.”

“Kageyama!”

Hinata’s whine falls on deaf ears as you take the chance to glance back, barely catching a glimpse of the stoic blonde who watched you run away from him for the third time that week, clicking his tongue in obvious annoyance.

The glance was so quick you hadn’t even realized the freckled boy slowly lower the hand he had lifted in greeting as you brushed past him, also having lacked any communication with you since that night.

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“You two don’t have to help me, you know. I was joking when I said help me avoid them, it was a joke.” You hand Kageyama his milk carton after bending to grab it from the machine, sighing.

“Us first years have to stick together against the wreath of Tsukishima!” Hinata clenches his fist as you tilt your head, awkward smile on your face.

“You mean wrath?”

“Eh? Is that how to say it?”

Kageyama shrugs at the apricot-haired boy as he pokes his straw into his milk, looking at you with a strange interest in his blue eyes. “But wouldn’t it be better for you to just make a decision?”

You pout, covering your ears as you turn around with flushed cheeks. “I can’t hear you, so that means no decision has to be made.”

“Yeah, pretty sure that’s now how that works.” Kageyama scolds you, your friend chopping you lightly on the head with the side of his palm. You turn towards your two friends with flushed cheeks, thankful you had befriended the height-differentiated duo in your first escape from Tsukishima, Hinata thinking it would be fun to try and piss of Tsukishima- and eventually, Hinata and Kageyama began appearing to hang out with you during free periods or lunch time, a good distraction from what was going on in your slightly disastrous love life.

“Yamaguchi’s been really sad at practice, Y/N.” Hinata nudges you as the bell rings, signaling lunch was coming to an end. “You should talk to him.”

“...and Tsukishima?”

“Nah, he’s fine.” Hinata shrugs, beginning to walk off towards his hallway before Kageyama drops his voice, brushing past you to follow his wing-spiker.

“He hasn’t been. I suggest you figure it out before one of them gets seriously hurt...as your friend, I don’t like to see you like this, so hurry up and be happy already.”

You blink, bewildered at the alien-like words that slipped the introverted boy’s lips, as Kageyama speeds up his pace to walk side by side with Hinata, the tips of his ears turning red as you smile softly to yourself. A heavy weight settles on your chest as you clench the shirt material that rested above your heart.

Just when do you stop running?

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The night was cold.

You wrap your arms loosely around yourself, stopping when your feet root themselves in front of the playground in your neighborhood, finally alone with just you and your thoughts. No shy, pure-hearted freckled boy looking at you with that hopeful glint in his eyes. No hard-shelled, slightly sadistic blonde who can’t face his feelings for you, on your heel.

You wished you never caught any sort of feelings, and that those three children at this playground years ago could keep everything platonic forever.

But time wouldn’t allow that, as the freckled boy looked at the (H/C) one, while the (H/C) one looked at the blonde one-

And platonic was suddenly no longer an option.

Your legs swing aimlessly as your hands grip at the cool chains of the rusted swing set, reminiscing on the purity that was the past. The blame was on you for ruining that bond, confessing your feelings without realizing the rift it would cause between the three of you. You hung your head in slight shame, realizing you had confessed even with the suspicion that Yamaguchi loved you, a fact you refused to accept.

And then you were back to all those years ago, as a nine-year old Yamaguchi kneels before you with bandages for your knees while a taller nine-year old Tsukishima laughs in the background at your pain. When Yamaguchi had ran off to get the teacher, Tsukishima had thumped your forehead, wiping your tears with his sleeve while still laughing at the pout on your lips.

“Stop crying already, ugly.”

I don’t mind being the bad guy, because the nice guy never wins.

You cover your face with your hands at Tsukishima’s words echoing in your mind. Stop it.

“Y/N-chan! I got the teacher!”

Am I helping you...get over Tsukki?

Stop it.

I’m sorry. I don’t really have time for things like that…

Please.

I’m happy you’re even considering me. Come on, I’ll buy you dessert.

“...Y/N-chan? It’s late, what are you doing here?”

Freckles. Bandages. Signature worry in his tone when it came to you.

And then you had your answer, the feeling washing over you like a tide within the ocean as you shakily reach your arms out, scared the pain of how frail that answer made you feel would send you hurtling.

Yamaguchi stills in place in the midst of draping his jacket over your shoulders, the front of his shirt becoming soaked with tears as you wrapped both arms around his mid-section to pull him tightly to you. Something within him seems to sink as he smiles, putting a single hand atop your head as he wills the crack out of his voice, light tone too forced as he steadies his breaths.

One more time. He would hold you like this for one more time.

“It was never me, was it, Y/N-chan?”

Your sobs seemed to begin to wreck through your body as Yamaguchi merely chuckles softly, closing his eyes as his hand finds the back of your head, a pair of lips gently pressing atop your head.

“It’s okay. Sh. I knew it wouldn’t be me.”

“Tadashi.” You grip the back of his shirt, whimpering into his chest as the coolness of the swing set chains suddenly become unnoticeable, your other hand gripping said chain even tighter.

The hope rose in his chest pitifully.

“I’m sorry.”

And then it sank.

And Yamaguchi said nothing, swallowing back the lump in his throat as tears trickle down freckled cheeks, thankful you couldn’t see them as he holds onto someone who could never be his.

Still, he smiled into your hair, smooth circles on your back while the warmth of his jacket cascaded the coldness of your body, basking in the feel of you in the arms that always protected you-

as you rejected the boy who loved you first.

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“You cried.”

“Thank you, captain obvious.”

Tsukishima slips his phone back into his pocket, deleting the message for you to come out as he sees your absolutely wrung-out form walk up to your house at this hour of the night. He frowns in slight worry as you wipe hastily at your eyes. The blonde pushed off from his leaning position against the entrance to your home, standing straight as you attempted to brush past him in the moonlight.

“Not tonight, Tsukki.”

The blonde catches your wrist, and you weakly try to pull your grip away to no avail.

“I’m not waiting for you forever, idiot.”

“Then don’t. Stop waiting for me, and go to someone else.” The defeated tone sinks into your voice as hazel eyes widen, snarky features falling to a serious one.

“What are you talking about? Is this about Yamaguchi?”

You lift your head slightly, meeting his confused gaze with a sad one, a small smile stretching tiredly across your lips as previous tears begin to dry in cold air.

“Ne, Tsukki. Can we go back in time?”

“What-?”

“Can all of us- you, me, Tadashi- just stay the way we were to begin with? No more of this love shit-”

“Y/N-”

“Why did it have to be you?”

Silence. A loosened grip on your wrist.

“You were always so mean to me. You didn’t want anything to do with me when I confessed. You only wanted me when Yamaguchi started acting on his feelings, so why?!”

Your voice is risen now, tears brimming your eyes for god knows who many times that night as a glint flashes over Tsukishima’s glasses. You clench your fists, hysteria in your voice as you laugh in disbelief, a familiar heat brimming your eyes.

“Why did it have to be-?!”

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, pressing your back against the entrance of your home with a single hand on your waist, silencing you efficiently as you look doe-eyed up at him, using his sleeve to wipe your tears away in a sense of familiarity as your tears continue to stream helplessly. Hazel eyes bore into you as he leans down, irritation evident in his irises.

“For the love of god, shut up.”

Slender fingers find your jaw as he tilts your head upwards, crashing his lips against yours roughly as you clench at his shirt, the blonde not batting an eye at the wetness of your cheeks. He holds you against him tighter, the hand not holding your jaw lifting from your waist to the small of your back to press you against him, your breaths mingling when he pulls back.

The tears were less now, your breaths struggling to remain straight as Tsukishima’s words fan over your lips.

“You think you’re the only one who wonders that?”

Your eyes widen, but you say nothing.

“God, you were always this whiny little girl ever since we were kids, too dumb to see the way Yamaguchi looked at you.” His grip on your jaw tightens as his eyes harden, flashing back to the hidden time where he stifled what he felt for you after seeing that glint in his friend’s eye.

“But I did. I saw it all. I convinced myself that you two could have each other, but you know what?”

You close your eyes with a sigh when his lips find your neck, lips moving against your skin.

“I’m done convincing myself. You choose me, right?”

Yamaguchi flashes in your head, but you were so immersed with Tsukishima, the image seemed to fade as soon as it had flashed. You find yourself nodding with a whimper, the blonde seeming to smirk at the movement before pulling back slightly.

And you’re shocked at the relieved expression he has on before he leans his forehead against yours, nose barely touching yours as his grip on you weakens. You weren’t going anywhere.

“Now, was choosing that hard? I told you, Y/N-”

Conflict swirls in your heart as Tsukishima claims your lips once again.

“The nice guy never wins.”

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“Ready to go to school, Y/N-chan?”

You blink at the sight before you, smiling at the fact that things were moderately back to normal. Tsukishima barely glanced up at you as Yamaguchi grinned at you with a wave from the bottom of your stairs at your doorstep, and you shut the door behind you as you approach with a small wave back.

“Kageyama wanted me to grab him milk on the way.”

“Since when are you friends with that idiot?”

“That idiot is on your team, so be nice.”

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, slipping his hand into yours as you walk, making you tense up a little before relaxing your palm into his hold as he strolls casually-

Yamaguchi glancing at the clasped hands with a tug at his heart before a smile replaces the crestfallen look on his face, walking to your other side to talk to you with a brightness in his voice.

He would watch you from afar, yet at a distance you were familiar with as you continued your love for his best friend. Loving you from a distance as something more to you, while treating you as his best friend from inches away, pretending as if there hadn’t been a sliver of a chance that your heart would lean in his direction.

And every time you turned away from him to look at the blonde who held your heart since the beginning,

Yamaguchi Tadashi was back seven years ago where everything first started, fighting a losing battle with eyes that only yearned for you.

“You coming, Yamaguchi?” Tsukishima tilts his head back to the freckled boy who had fallen a few steps behind, swirled in his symphony of thoughts, as Yamaguchi blinks out of his trance. He grins despite the weight on his chest, picking up the pace to walk at your side, like always.

“Coming! Hey, can we grab some breakfast if we’re stopping at the convenience store?”

And just like always, he would always fall one step behind.

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AJSHKJASK ouch this kinda hurted me doe- I have a few ideas for an alternate ending if it’s wanted!! I had to choose the route that made the most sense to me, so I’m sorry if this made you guys sad:(

Still, I love “To Choose” and how ever many parts it needs with all my heart.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Bandaged Tummy

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: This probably would’ve worked better as headcanons so uh... Sorry.

You don’t know how everything could have gone wrong so fast. You were brought along for safety in numbers and now you sit on your knees, hands pressed against Tomura’s side that stains your hands with a burning blood. You heave above him, eyes watering and tears falling and mixing with the blood that coats your arms.

He takes gasping breaths, croaking and a horrible sound that fills your ears. You watch him with wide, frantic eyes, bottom lip trembling and the sounds of action behind you fall deaf to your ears. There are flashes of blue, orange and green that mix into a horrible shade that illuminates his skin in a deadly glow.

“Tomura,” you whimper, pressing your hands deeper against his side, desperate to stop the blood that manages to slip between the gaps of your fingers. “Tomura, please,” you beg him, vision growing blurry. “Just keep looking at me, stop- stop closing your eyes,” you gasp out. He closes his eyes and you can feel him grow cold under you, his breaths weaker and eyes starting to close.

“”S hurts,” he slurs, his fingers jerking at his side and coming to a still. “‘M tired.”

“Sh, it’s okay,” you coo. “Just- Don’t sleep, okay? Keep looking at me, please.” Your words repeat and you pull him closer to your body, his blood staining your clothes and the metallic smell reaches your nose and you sob more. “Tomura,” you whine, shaking your head and more tears fall from your face and land onto him, the clear fluid disappearing into the mess of his blood.

“What’s,” he murmurs, hardly any sound leaving past his lips, “going on?”

“We’re winning, it’s okay,” You tell him, moving the hair out of his face, forehead and pale hair stained in blood. “Just keep yourself awake. We have to see this through, right?” You nod your head, a strained smile forcing itself on your face that quickly falters. “Stay with me, okay? Come on, Tomura. Please. I need you to stay with me. I don’t- I can’t lose you, please.” Your body hunches over his in a protective shell and you sob above him, closing your eyes. “I love you Tomura, please. Just stay awake. Don’t leave me. I love you, please.” You heave over him, sobbing, tears slipping down, painted in golden ichor, and disappearing into his side.

“So you have a quirk,” Shuichi says, more of a statement, rather than a question. His arms are crossed, nails tapping against his scales. There’s blood on his shirt and you look away. “Would’ve been useful if it had shown up before.”

“I-” You want to defend yourself, but even you’re still unsure of what happened. Your heart still races, palms still clammy and shaky. Your stomach hurts, twisting and knotting, making you feel as if you’d spill all the contents inside of you at any second. “I didn’t even know,” you mutter. You had never shown any sign of your quirk growing up, you had the extra bone even. And yet, everyone witnessed as you cried above Shigaraki, tears mixing with his blood, and healed him.

“There’s no point in looking at the past,” Atsuhiro comments, looking over to you. You can see his finger twitch and you lower your gaze. “At least we know they can heal now. It’ll be useful.”

There’s tension, thick and unyielding. Your mouth is dry, a heavy taste on your tongue as if filled with cotton balls. You’re exhausted, bones weighing heavy and dragging you deeper into the couch. “I-” your voice cracks and you give out a meager cough- “I’m sorry. I didn’t know and-” tears well in your eyes and you lower your head, hands fisting together on your thigh. “

“There’s no point in crying about it,” Dabi’s voice rings through. A tear falls and catches on the back of your hand. “Like Compress said, at least we know now.”

“But do you even know how it works?” Himiko asks and you can feel her gaze on you. “If you just got it-”

You shake your head “no” in response and you hear her sigh.

“You cried when you healed Shigaraki, so if you cry some more maybe you’ll heal?” Jin adds, and you look up. “You think your spit can do it too?” He adds and you crinkle your nose.

“I don’t know.” You dab at your eyes with the back of your hand and lean against the couch cushions. “I don’t even know if I can do it when I cry. Like on command I mean. What if it’s an emotion related thing? Or- Or-”

“Whatever it is, it’s useful.” You startle and all eyes turn around to look at Giran who stands alone. “You’ll have to work on it but it saved Shigaraki’s life,” he trails off, lighting a cigarette. You open your mouth and he holds a hand. “He’s fine. Rough shape and all, no heavy lifting, you know the works but he’ll live. The doc left through the back door. Made sure of it.”

“Can we-”

“Visit him?” Giran raises a brow. “I don’t see why not.” He blows out a wisp of smoke and you pull away. “I’ll be taking my leave if the rest of you are fine.” He waves a hand and goodbyes are thrown out, only responding with another simple wave goodbye and the door closes shut.

“You ever wonder what he does when he’s not with us?” Himiko asks, rubbing at her bandaged arm.

“I try not to,” Jin replies.

You stand from the couch. “I’m going to go visit Tomura.” You look around as if waiting for permission to be granted or denied. “Okay?”

“Go ahead.” Dabi brings his legs up to rest where you once sat. “No one’s stopping you.”

You nod and mutter a simple “thank you”. You leave the room and walk over to Tomura’s room. Your steps are slow and sluggish, a tugging feeling on your chest and you’re unsure of how he looks now. When you last saw him, he was pale and covered in blood. You wonder if he’ll still look the same. If he’ll still look half dead.

Your knuckles rap softly against the wooden door. You rest your forehead against the door and close your eyes, rapping your knuckles once more. Softly you hear a grunt of acknowledgment and your eyes close.

“I’m coming in, okay?” You whisper, waiting for another grunt of confirmation. It’s wheezing and it sounds painful and you enter the room, the dim glow from the hallway light spilling into the room before you close the door and once again enveloped in darkness.

Your eyes adjust quickly and you walk towards the lamp, fingers fumbling around with the knob until it turns on. Tomura closes his eyes in irritation, mouth pulling into a grimace and you apologize. You look down on him and suck in a sharp breath. He lays on his back, bandages once pure white, now stained in red wrapped around his midsection, a dark bruise forming under his eye and gauze covering a gash near his chest.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mutters and your eyes meet his. His eyes droop and he turns his face to the other side of the room. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to check in on you.” You rub at your arm and stare down at the bandages that seep with crimson. “I guess my quirk didn’t work all that well, huh?”

“What?” He stares back and you. “No, uh,” he shakes his head, “you got rid of the bigger wound but there were more cuts and-” he’s interrupted by a coughing fit, wincing as his chest contracts, a hand coming up and fisting over to place itself over the gauze.

“Tomura!” You yelp, coming down, mindful to sit next to him on the bed. Your hand goes to cover his and for a brief second you pause only to continue and wrap your hand gently around his wrist. “Are you- Do you need water?”

“No,” he wheezes, “I’m fine, just- fuck,” he hisses, burying himself deeper against the bed. “Let’s talk about your quirk.”

“Straight to the point, huh?” You half joke, pulling your hand away from his wrist and setting it down on your lap and your other hand wraps around the wrist, mimicking what you had just done. “I promise, I didn’t have one. Or I didn’t know that I had one. I don’t know what triggered it. Well, I have a feeling it was due to emotions but that’s only a theory.” You look up at him and struggle to meet his eyes. “If I had known, I would have told you.”

He stares at you, eyes darting around your face searching for something, and you tear your gaze away from his. “I believe you,” he mutters, closing his eyes. “You- Thank you.”

You look at him and smile softly. “You’re welcome.” You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip. “The doctor said no heavy lifting-”

“Yeah, I was awake for that bit.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, nodding your head, “you blacked out,” you whisper. “I- We thought you were done for.” The bed creaks and you turn your head, watching as he scoots himself further up on the bed. “Tomura,” you hold your arms out, hovering over his arms, “what are you doing?”

“I’m tired of laying down,” he says, moving up from the bed, wincing as he does so. “Help me up.”

“Stop straining yourself.” You help him move up, frantically adding pillows behind his back. “I thought you said you listened-”

“I’m not straining myself, I’m just moving up the bed.”

“You’re going to pull on your cuts,” you whine, pulling your arms away when he leans against the wall. “Can you just-”

“You aren’t allowed to yell at me,” he says and when you look up at him, you see him with a grin.

“You are not using your whole “I’m the leader” card on me right now.” You glower at him, your lips pulled into a thin line. “I may be a healer, but-”

“I remember what you told me,” he adds, eyes glinting with something mischievous and you feel blood rush to your face. “You know, while you cried-”

“I should go!” You stand up from the bed, shoulders stiff. As you turn, you feel something tug on the hem of your shirt. You turn around and see his fingers pinched, pulling on your shirt to lower you back down on the bed. “I was scared, okay? I thought-”

“You thought I was dying and confessed your love to me?” He has a cheshire grin on his face and you tug your shirt away from his grasp. “Not exactly the best timing, don't you think?”

“You’re being awful on purpose,” you groan, sitting back on the bed, covering your face in your hands. “Can I take my confession back?”

“No,” he adds quickly, his grasp leaving you. “You told it to me when I was dying so now I get to hear it again.”

You take a peek at him through the gaps of your fingers and slowly peel your hands away from your hands. You squint your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. “You scared me, you know?” You can feel a lump in your throat and your eyes sting with fresh tears. “I could- You were dying in my arms. Your blood was-” your voice cracks and you take a wheezing breath.

You double over, holding yourself in your arms and you take deep, quick breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. You feel knuckles drag against your back and you swallow tightly turning to look at him with red rimmed eyes and a sniffling nose.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, letting his hand drag down your back and rest above his stomach. “I didn’t want to put you through that.” He turns his head and his apple bobs in his throat, cheeks hollowing as he tries to think of what to say next. “I won’t put you through that again.”

“You promise?” You whisper, turning your body to look at him fully, wiping the tears in your eyes away with the back of your hand.

“I promise,” he says, meeting your eyes and he bites his bottom lip. “Tell me what you told me again.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumble, shaking your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Why do you even want to hear it?” You ask, trying to drag the answer out of him.

“I was dying. I get to hear it now that I’m with the living,” he reasons, giving you a smile.

You take a deep breath and look at him. “Only if you tell me why,” you try to bargain, keeping your gaze steady on him.

“I almost died and-”

“Yes, but you didn’t. So, come on,” you roll your hand, a teasing smile on your face, “I want to hear it too, you know.”

He rolls his eyes. “Only because we finally have a healer on our team.” He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “Because I also have strong feelings towards you. Happy? I also return your affections and love you.” He huffs at you and shakes his head, a smile starting to tug at his lips. “So out with yours.”

You smile at him and bite at your bottom lip. You look behind to the door and back at him. With the small boost of confidence he has given you, you lean forward and kiss at the corner of his lips. “I love you too,” you tell him, lips brushing against his.

“I think I missed what you said,” he whispers, turning his head to look at you in the eyes. “Can you tell me again?” You nod your head and his lips press against yours, leaning towards you, deepening the kiss and you move your hand to hold onto his wrist, rubbing at him with your thumb.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura imagine #tomura shigaraki imagines #bnha shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura #bnha imagines #i hope you liked it!!#i feel liek i couldve done better but head became empty

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gamequeenanya · 3 years

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Remus' "Poker" Face (ler Remus, lee Roman, lee Logan)

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Stretching out his legs in front of him, Remus hummed to himself, bored. It was too boring, dammit! What could he do to make things more interesting...?

A sly grin came to his face. He knew of one thing that could be entertaining. Sure, it was a little vanilla for his taste, but it would bring a shock to the others for sure! He giggled and tip-toed off.

'Hey, Roman!!' he squeaked. 'How about we play the Bertie Butt's Every Flavor Jellybean Challenge!'

Roman rolled his eyes. "You always win that! All the flavours taste good to you!"

"That's not true! What if I get a disgusting flavour like watermelon?"

"What if I get an abhorrent flavour like vomit?!"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Oh stop being so dull and live a little!"

With that he poked Roman with his finger. He didn't think it would hurt, but he jumped anyway.

"Seriously...?" he said, raising an eyebrow. Then realization set in his eyes. After all these years his brother still had a certain sensitivity... He grinned evilly. Roman noticed and panicked, trying to run but flopping on the floor. Remus straddled him right away and lifted up his shirt. He blew raspberries all over his belly, causing him to squeal and thrash madly.

"You fiend!" Roman cried between squeals. "Desist at once or I shall slay thee with my sword!"

"Don't think I haven't imagined it..." Remus said gleefully.

"Ugh! Is there no way to upset you?"

Remus shook his head. "Now then, let's see here! There's still a cavern I haven't explored..."

"Don't you dare!" Roman shouted. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Touching down in his belly button, Remus poked and swirled around, causing his brother to positively scream! He wiggled around, hoping to dislodge him, and finally shook him off. Rising to his feet. Roman raised his hands and snarled at his brother.

"For that, you shall pay!"

Chasing Remus around the mindscape, he hoped to get his revenge, but the man snapped his fingers and suddenly he was gone. Great, now where could he have wandered off to?

Roman searched through the dark areas of the mind hoping to find his brother, but instead he heard a scream from the light side. Oh no.

Three shrill shrieks came from the light side. Remus had grabbed each side, one by one, and lifted their shirt, wiggling his fingers on their sides and poking their belly buttons!

Remus currently had Logan in his arms. The others had retreated behind the couch, anxious, and yet awaiting their next turn.

"Boop, boop, boop!" he teased, poking his belly button and tickling his tummy with one hand, and wiggling the fingers of his other hand into his armpit. "Haha, never knew you were this ticklish, teach!"

"HEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!! MAHAKE HIM STAHAHAAHAP!!" Logan cried, tears falling from his eyes.

Roman chuckled at the antics. Should he help the poor man? Then again, perhaps this could be amusing! He sat down to watch the action!

Logan didn't stop laughing for a long time!

#sanders sides tickling #lee logan #lee roman #ler remus #ticklish logan #ticklish roman #this is what happens when you start a story months ago #lose interest and then come back to it later

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twinklecheeks · 4 years

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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 9

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there are any. I’m just illiterate lmao.

Warnings! Pregnancy, PURE FILTH, KINKY AS SHIT, I SWEAR THIS MESS IS NASTY, NSFW. I’m being SERIOUS. Most of this chapter is sex.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Word Count: 1.7k

Jeff’s Birthday 12/15/19

David: *Vlogging* Everybody get in the room quietly

Zane & Toddy: *has buckets of ice water*

Everybody: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JEFF. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

Jeff: *under his blanket and pillows* Guys. I’m old now. Let me sleeep.

Zane: Wakey wakey baby

Toddy & Zane: *throws the ice water on Jeff*

Jeff: WHHAT THE FUCK

*Everybody runs out of the room laughing*

Jeff: So now that I’m awake, are we all gonna snowboard today?

Y/n: I can’t, so I’m just gonna stay here.

Carly: Erin, Corinna and I will stay back with her.

Y/n: Great, people are feeling sorry for the pregnant girl.

Corinna: Not true. I also hate the cold and I don’t wanna fall down a hill.

Jeff: Okay cool. We’re gonna leave in 20 and y/n, call me if anything happens.

Night time

David: I know we already sung it this morning but-

Everybody: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JEFF. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

Jeff: I just like to say thank you so much guys. I know that I’ve been such an asshole the past couple weeks but now that I’m 30 and we’re entering a new decade in like two or so weeks, I want to make things right and also I’m going to be a father to two little girls. Y/n I know of personally apologize to you already but I just wanna say in front of everybody here. I am so sorry for everything I have done to you. I will admit, I am scared to become a dad, I will protect you and the girls with my life. And thanks to everybody that came here. This friend group has changed my life for the better.

Zane: Can we stop with this sappy shit and eat some caaake.

David: *vlogging* VARDON THROW THE CAKE

Jeff: wait what

Vardon: *throws the cake*

Jeff: *dodges the cake*

*little cake fight happens in the kitchen*

David: hey y/n, can I talk to you?

Y/n: Sure..

David: I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday. After hearing what Jeff said and the way you looked at him, I’m guessing you’re still probably in love w/ him.

Y/n: ummm…

David: I don’t blame you. He is the father of your kids and he most likely still has feelings for you too. Can we just move on and be friends again?

Y/n: I’d like that very much.

*after Jeff gets cleaned up*

Jeff: What did David say to you?

Y/n: that he wanted to move on and be friends again. So now, I’m officially single.

Jeff: So does that mean I can win you back?

Y/n: woah woah woah, slow down there Wittek. You're still on a trial run.

Jeff: Is there anything I can do on this trial run to make me a lifetime member?

Y/n: *getting horny* Maybe… I mean, technically you’re already a lifetime member. I’m pregnant w/ your kids.

Jeff: Sooo… I’m not crossing any lines if I do this? *pushes y/n down gently on the bed and hovers over her*

Y/n: Ummmm….. no.

Jeff: I bet your tits have gotten a lot bigger since I saw them last. I’ll only continue if you’re okay with this

Y/n: *smiling shyly* Oh gosh yes. Please continue

Jeff: *takes off y/n’s shirt* Wow, no bra? Were you planning this? *smirks*

Y/n: No but this better fucking happen because I’m gonna beat you if it doesn’t. My tits have gotten so sore since I got pregnant.

Jeff: *sucks of the right nipple and massages the left* Mmm, they taste sweeter from what I remember.

Y/n: *moans* Mmmm.. fuuuck. Daddy you can suck on my tits all you want.

Jeff: *laughs* Daddy? Someone’s got a daddy kink now?

Y/n: Oh shut up. Let’s be honest, you had a breeding kink before because you always loved cumming inside me before I got pregnant.

Jeff: touché… and I still will cum inside you at the end. I like to finish what I started babe *winks*

Y/n: You kinky whore.

*pulls Jeff in for a needy kiss*

Jeff: *takes off your leggings* Damn babe no underwear too? You were definitely planning this.

Y/n: *getting impatient* Jeff please eat me out.

Jeff: No problem. *kisses his way down to your pussy and his warm tongue licks from your entrance up to your clit.*

Y/n: Oh my god pleease don’t tease me Jeff.

Jeff: Anything for my queen *slowly circles his tongue around your clit* I love how you were always wet for me. *eats you out*

Y/n: *cries out in pleasure* I’m trying so hard not to cum so early.

Jeff: Cum anytime you want baby.

Y/n: Oh GOD I’M CUMMING.

Jeff: *fingers her and sucks on clit*

Y/n: *trembling* mmm I feel like I’m still cumming.

Jeff: You ready?

Y/n: *smirks* I’m always ready for you.

Jeff: You’re making it hard to be gentle w/ you cause I wanna fuck you so damn rough, but I don’t want to hurt you. And you also won’t be able to walk normally..

Y/n: And who says I want it gentle? *winks*

Jeff: You’re gonna be the death of me doll.

Y/n: *gets on her knees & unzips his pants* I’ve missed your cock so much daddy. *You suck the pre-cum* It’s bigger than I remember.

Jeff: You’re daddy’s little pregnant whore aren’t you?

Y/n: I’ll always be your whore, cum slut, doll, you name it. *licks from the base of his cock to the tip* No one can suck like I can. *You hollow your cheeks so you can suck off as much as you can. His cock hits the back out your throat; you start to deepthroat Jeff*

Jeff: *grabs y/n’s hair & bucks his hips* Only daddy can fuck your mouth, cum inside you and get you pregnant, you got that?

Y/n: Of course. I’ll always take your cum.

Jeff: Get on the bed. On all fours.

Y/n: *Gets on the bed* Just fuck me rough daddy.

Jeff: *slams cock into y/n, gives her a bit to adjust* What’d say doll? *slams it into her again*

Y/n: Jesus fuck. I’ve missed you so much. No one can fuck me like you can.

Jeff: I remember you liked it when daddy fucked your ass doll. Remember?

Y/n: *trembling* Please fuck my ass and then my pussy*

Jeff: *slowly pushes cock into her* FUCK. Shit I almost feel like cumming rn.

Y/n: Fuuuuck me- too. SHIT oh MY UGH. I haven’t done anal in so long.

Jeff: *goes faster* oh fuckk… Your ass feels so amazing.

Y/n: *being a moaning mess* Cum inside my ass Jeff!

Jeff: Don’t worry doll. I’ll cum in both. *goes faster* Fucking SHIT. Sss-o ttight *cums inside y/n*

Y/n: *screams into pillow* SHIT SHIT SHIT IM CUMMING.

Jeff: *Quickly pulls out of ass and fucks her pussy* I’m still rock hard for you baby

Y/n: *Has 3rd orgasm right after the 2nd* Jefff!

Jeff: *cums inside her* Jesus.

*both are sweaty messes wrapped in the blanket*

Y/n: *cuddles with Jeff* Well that was-

Jeff: Kinky-er than usual. I didn’t think I liked to be called daddy.

Y/n: *laughing* Oh god don’t remind me.

Jeff: I’m gonna take a shower, wanna join?

Y/n: What, so you can make me cum for a 4th time tonight?

Jeff: No you little nasty. We’re sweaty and gross. We gotta wash off our sins.

Y/n: *gets out of bed and tries to stand up*

Jeff: I told you you won’t be able to walk.

Y/n: Oh shut up and help me.

The next morning

Y/n & Jeff: *wakes up at y/n’s phone ringing*

Y/n: It’s my doctor. *picks up the phone and puts it on speaker*

Doctor: Good morning y/n, how are you feeling?

Y/n: I’m feeling great.

Doctor: Well that’s good. Is there time for you and Jeff to come by my office today?

Y/n: *confused* Umm no. We’re out of town and won’t be home for another 2-3 days. Is there something wrong? You can just tell it to us over the phone.

Doctor: Well… Okay. The only thing that came up in both of your test results was that you and Jeff are carriers of a mutation of the GJB2 gene. Normally, that gene has a protein that plays an important role in the development of the cochlea, which is in our ears.

Jeff: Can you please get to the point.

Doctor: So because you both are carriers of the mutation of the gene, there’s a chance that one or both of your girls will be born partially or completely deaf.

Y/n: Wh-what?

Jeff: Is there no way in knowing if they are beforehand?

Doctor: The only way in knowing is doing a hearing test on both girls when they’re born. If one or both are born deaf, there’s options like the cochlear implant. I’ve seen this used on babies as young as 5-6 months old but that’s in the UK. Here in the states, babies would have to be at least a year old. Just remember that I’m saying there’s a CHANCE. I’m not saying that they will be born deaf.

Y/n: Ooo-kay. Th-thanks for calling. *Hangs up the phone* D-deaf? Our girls are gonna be born deaf?

Jeff: *holds y/n* Hey hey hey, she said there’s a chance. Since there’s a chance, we gotta be prepared. We gotta do our research and see what the best options are. We might also have to learn sign language and also teach them. Y/n I know you’re terrified and I am too but we have to look at the bright side.

Y/n: And that is?

Jeff: That we’re gonna have 2 beautiful baby girls.

Y/n: *smiles weakly* Should we tell the rest of them?

Jeff: Let’s wait a bit until we tell them.

Y/n: Okay.

Ummm… Yeah so that happened… Don’t say I didn’t warn y’all in the last chapter. Jeff is really stepping up after only a few days. What do y’all think of my little plot twist at the end? Also, Jeff still hasn’t told his parents! How do you think they’ll react.

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zamoimagines · 4 years

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Someone Else’s Baby

Word count: 1,807

Pairings: Venable x reader, Reader x OC

Chapters: 1, 2

Summary: Things between you and Venable had ended rocky. When Venable realizes that she’s still in love with you, she travels to find you to make things right. You’ve moved on with someone else. Mina is determined to win you back and give you the love you deserve.

A/N: Here you guys go! It’s been a long wait, but here’s chapter two! Sorry that it’s short but I have a lot more to write up. Enjoy! I hope you guys like it!

A loud crack of thunder rumbled outside of the airport. Most of the other travelers looked nervous, but Wilhelmina wasn’t too worried about the weather. As long as she could get back to sunny Los Angeles and never come to this state again, she was happy to travel in any weather. She turned the page of the book she was reading before the intercom blared a voice from overhead.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing quite some severe weather up in the skies. All flights to Philadelphia, New York, and Los Angeles have been canceled until further notice. Please visit one of our customer service desks to reschedule your flight.”

Everyone around her began to groan and mumble. Wilhelmina’s eyes widened at the sudden news. There was absolutely no way that she was going to be stuck here. Frantically, she reached for her cell phone and called Jeff’s number. When the line connected, she could hear hooting and hollering in the background of the call.

“Miss Venable! What the fuck is up, man!” Jeff cried out.

Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. They must’ve gotten another shipment of coke while she was gone.

“Mr. Pfister, I need a private jet sent to me as soon as possible.”

“Hey! Mutt, Venable’s heading back!”

“YAY!” Mutt yelled into the phone. Venable took the phone away from her ear for a moment so she wouldn’t go deaf.

“Let us talk to Y/N! We wanna know how you wooed her back!” Jeff added.

“She isn’t with me-”

“That’s okay, we’ll talk to her when you guys get back!”

“No, that’s not what I meant-”

“We’ve got a whole wedding to plan, Jeff! We have to come up with a color scheme!” Mutt said with a slurred voice.

“Gentlemen!” Venable shouted into the phone. The people around her stared at her in confusion. All she could do was scowl and turn away from the looks she was being given.

“I’m coming back by myself. She’s moved on.”

The other end of the phone call was completely silent. Venable could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

“If you could just send the jet for me, it would be greatly appreciated. I would like to come home.”

“I thought you had a flight back?” Jeff muttered.

“My flight has been canceled, Mr. Pfister, and I need to be back in my office today.”

“CANCELED?! IT’S FATE!” Mutt yelled once again. She could hear Jeff excitedly laughing as well.

“Miss Venable! Don’t you see it! The universe is fucking telling you to go after her!”

“That’s definitely not what a canceled flight means.”

“Venable, I gotta give it to you straight; Before you met Y/N, you always had a stick up your ass. You never had any fun, you were always working, and I don’t think I ever saw you smile.”

“Yeah, you were a complete bitch!”

“Mutt, shut up!”

All their talk wasn’t making her feel any better. She only felt worse about herself. A single tear rolled down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away.

“What are you trying to say, Mr. Pfister?”

“I’m saying that Y/N completed you. You were so happy, and so in love! You can’t just let it all slip away because you guys had a falling out.”

“What does that have anything to do with my travel back home?”

“That’s the thing, Venable. You’re not coming back home.”

Venable’s heart raced in her chest. They were most definitely trying to torture her, in no way was this any helpful.

“You’re not serious,” Venable growled.

“Actually, I am! You have another two weeks in the Midwest, missy. I’ll call the hotel and tell them that you’re extending your stay.”

“Mr. Pfister, wait-”

“We’ll send some money to your account for food and shit.”

“GOOD LUCK VENABLE!!!” Mutt screamed into the phone. Before Venable could protest, the two hung up on her.

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After the phone call, Venable had stopped by her hotel to drop off her things. She couldn’t stand the thought of sitting around her room and wallowing, so instead, she changed blouse and high waisted pants. Her hair was tied up in a bun; she could care less about the way she looked. Though, with the extra money, she figured it would be good to get out to the grocery store and get little things to eat while her bosses were tormenting her.

Midwestern grocery stores weren’t nearly as packed as the ones she’d gone to in Los Angeles. In fact, the little building she decided to go into barely had any customers. She could get used to staying here. Wilhelmina skimmed at the aisles and tried hard to find something to get her by. She mindlessly filled her cart with random items as she continued throughout the store. For a moment, she paused to look down at everything in the basket.

Raisin bran, a couple of cans of soup, and a bottle of red wine. She sighed heavily. Even her shopping cart was depressing. How was she even going to try to eat anything? Her heart was so broken that it was taking all of her energy to get out and even be here. What would Y/N say…

What was so much better about that blonde? Y/N had never mentioned finding a single blonde attractive as long as Mina had known her. Yes, the new woman was peppy… and positive, kind, and she had a very warm smile. But wasn’t that off-putting? Wilhelmina had never seen someone so happy. What the hell was wrong with her?

She was thrown from her thoughts as she felt her cart crash into something. Mina had run her cart into the wall of the bakery. She groaned in embarrassment. Her thoughts were getting the best of her.

“Oh! Hey there!” a familiar voice called out.

Why was that voice so recognizable? It was a little too bubbly. When Wilhelmina glanced up, she felt a fire brewing in the pit of her stomach.

There was the exact woman she’d been thinking about. She couldn’t even remember her name.

“Please don’t come over here, please don’t see me..” Mina thought to herself. It was too late, the blonde was already making her way over.

“Miss V! I didn’t think I’d see you here!” she exclaimed.

Wilhelmina gripped the handle of the cart so tight that her knuckles turned white.

“Hello… Kara.”

“It’s Keri!” she replied with a giggle. “You’re too funny! Y/N told me you were a hoot.”

“Did she now,” Venable replied in a short tone.

“Love the outfit, by the way. Not a lot of people can pull off that much purple, but you look great in it!”

She was so nice to her. What a fucking bitch.

“Thanks,” Mina replied. She didn’t really care if she sounded genuine. “If you’ll excuse me, I really have to get going-“

“Wait! What are you still doing here?” Keri cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you were leaving yesterday?”

So full of questions. What did Y/N see in her?

“My flight was canceled. Now, I really am a very busy woman-“

“What a coincidence! I cannot believe this, you have to come to the little get together we’re throwing tomorrow night! Here,” Keri had this glimmer in her eyes as if she was doing something good. She quickly pulled out a pen from her purse and yanked on Venable’s hand. The fire in her stomach was growing into a volcanic eruption.

“I’m gonna give you my number. Text me in an hour… Let’s make it a surprise for Y/N!” Keri exclaimed as she wrote into Mina’s skin. “Seriously, she would love to see you. Even if you can’t stay for long, it would mean the world to her if you came.”

As much as Keri was a villain in Mina’s eyes, this was an opportunity that quite frankly had been handed to her. So much could go wrong… What if Y/N didn’t want to see her? Venable couldn’t stand getting her heartbroken again. If she could just tell Y/N the way she felt… that would be all that mattered. At least she would know.

“I… I’ll have to see if I can make it.”

“For sure! Just let me know. It was good to see you, Miss V!”

Keri turned on her heel and was instantly gone. How the fuck did she walk that fast?

Wilhelmina gazed down at the phone number on her hand. She couldn’t find the nerve to be mad at Keri any longer. This was her chance. Perhaps the world was giving her a sign of hope. She never really believed in fate, but this felt different. Her chest felt tight with anxiety.

Venable picked up a few more snacks before heading to the checkout. She was so antsy that she threw random items that she didn’t even think about into her shopping basket. The redhead quickly purchased her things before making her way back to the rental car Mr. Pfister had gotten for her.

The rain pelted against the windshield, echoing loudly from inside. Wilhelmina couldn’t even turn on the car. She stared blankly out of the window. Was this even a good idea? What if she just got rejected once again?

But… What if she won Y/N back?”

“If there’s a god,” Mina began, closing her eyes and leaning her head toward the sky in the sunroof, “Tell me what to do.”

The winds roared outside as the rain came down even harder. Venable’s eyes opened softly. In front of her was Keri, walking out with her groceries. Something was stirring inside of Mina though she wasn’t sure what it was.

Almost without thinking, Mina picked up her phone and dialed the number on her hand. She stared at where Keri was to ensure that the woman was genuine about inviting her. To her surprise, the blonde answered.

“Hello?”

“Keri? This is Wilhelmina Venable.”

“Oh! Hey, what’s up?”

“I…” she hesitated. What else did she have to lose?

“I looked at my schedule… I believe I’ll be able to make it to your event.”

A squeal could be heard on the other end. Venable winced at such a high pitched sound.

“That’s amazing! Oh, Y/N is gonna be so excited! Keep your phone on you, I’ll send you the address and everything through text. This is gonna be great!”

“I’ll make sure to be there.”

“Ugh, you are too cool, Miss V! Oh! The party’s dressy, but casual! We can go shopping if you want-“

“That won’t be necessary, but I appreciate the offer.”

“Of course! See you tomorrow night!”

Venable could hear the sound of a click. There was no turning back now. And the most ironic thing?

She needed a damn dress.

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multibug · 4 years

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6. au day (streamers/long distance friends) - (ladynoir)

if this one gets enough love, i might turn it into a regular series! i love the idea of this and have so many ideas so please let me know if you’d like to see that!!!

this is pre reveal pre relationship by the way!

AO3

“Carapace, you better revive me this instant or we’re breaking up,” Rena Rouge screams through Adrien’s headset, virtually rendering him deaf.

“There’s a guy on me, Rena. I’m trying,” the other boy on their team huffs, which doesn’t dissuade Rena’s yelling at all.

In fact, she gets even louder. “Cara, he’s literally dancing on me, oh my god if somebody doesn’t save me before I get fully killed.”

“We’re on our way,” Adrien tells her, though he’s not exactly telling the truth.

Him and Ladybug are sitting in a small box they’ve built after finishing a fight with other players. They were about to go help their teammates when Rena started her rampage on Carapace and they decided it was more fun to sit back and watch them struggle.

At Adrien’s words, Ladybug does an emote that makes her laugh and her character sounds like a donkey wheezing its way through a fit of giggles. Adrien copies her, and before he knows it, the two of them are laughing into their headsets which spurs on groans from Rena and Carapace.

“Well maybe if the two of you wouldn’t have gone ahead of us without telling us,” Rena grumbles sourly.

“Oh stop being such a crybaby, Ren,” Ladybug tells her through her laughter, her and Adrien quickly exiting their box as Nino gets hit and loses damage. “Just because you died to fall damage again and got carried into a box by another player to get danced on—”

Rena makes an inhumane noise, her character spinning on the screen as if she’s thrashing her mouse around. “Let me live, Ladybug! Not all of us have the grace you do when it comes to playing this game.”

“True,” Ladybug agrees, managing to make her way into Rena’s box before Carapace does—Rena’s not going to let him live that down. “If you want me to revive you, say Ladybug has a thick ass and Chat Noir doesn’t.”

It’s Adrien’s turn to groan now. “Hey, that’s not nice, Bug! My ass is thick and you know it.”

It goes silent for a few seconds.

“Do I, Chat? Do I really?” An ounce of amusement is evident in Ladybug’s voice as she talks, Rena’s health counter ticking close to her death. “You wish,” she says, instead.

Rolling his eyes with a grin, Adrien drops the conversation and playfully pouts after Ladybug revives Rena once Rena says her silly phrase. “Rena, I thought you loved me,” Adrien fake-cries with a pout, knowing his chat will clip it and send it to Rena. “I thought what we had was special.”

“Sorry, cat. Carapace is the only man for me. If he ever leaves me, though,” Rena trails off, fully healing her character.

“I’m going to build up and jump off if you keep talking like that,” Carapace replies, building up three times before Rena knocks it down, blowing a kiss at him in game.

“As if I’d ever trade you for a furry, babe.”

The whole furry talk is so funny to Adrien, because he knows he’s not. All four of them picked animals to go by—Ladybug’s being the exception. Adrien’s secret identity is a cat, Rena’s a fox, Ladybug’s is self explanatory, and Carapace is a turtle.

Letting go of his push to talk button, Adrien regards his chat for a moment, sending a pout their way. “I’m not a furry, right chat?”

As always, their flood of yes doesn’t surprise him.

“Traitors,” Adrien hisses, his character getting the last kill to win the game. “The lot of you. Every single person in this chat room is a traitor."

Hundreds of variations of love me, senpai’s scroll over his screen. “I’ll turn off stream, you nasties!”

That only encourages them more.

ladyboob: which one of you changed my name tell me before i rage the heat of a thousand suns

turtle boy: wasb’t me ms. ladyboob pls don’t send me to the principal wasn’t*

ren: name change? whatever are you talking about?

turtle boy: way to give yourself away there rena

ren: lalalala i can’t hear you

right chat: Dorks. Wait, who changed my name? Give it baaaack. I’m not hip. I don’t know how to change nicknames.

ren from ren and stimpy: that’s what the person who changed ladybug’s name would say okay which one of you hoes

ladyboob: definitely not the person with ladyboob as their name huh

ren from ren and stimpy: fair that’s very fair lb turtle boy are u ready to go to the movies or not we’re gonna miss it

turtle boy: im literally outside rena

ren from ren and stimpy: oh shit im out later ladynoir!

right chat: Did she just call us Ladynoir?

ladyboob: first its ur chat and now rena’s in on it next they’re going to shove us into a room together and tell us to make out

right chat: ;)

ladyboob: shut up

DIRECT MESSAGES @Ladybug aka ladyboob, Ladybug, special agen…

Ladybug: hey

Chat Noir: Bug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladybug: too many !’s calm down tiger one day i’ll get you to drop the grandpa typing

Chat Noir: Grandpa typing???? I type exceptionally well. You’re just jealous.

Ladybug: jealous of sounding like a 40 yr old trying to learn how to type for the first time? no thanks

Chat Noir: So mean, Bug! What’s up? Ladybug: nothing can’t a girl talk to her best friend?

Chat Noir: You only private message me when something’s happened. Or if it’s personal.

Ladybug: liar liar plants for hire

Chat Noir: It’s pants on fire, Patrick.

Ladybug: ughhhhh its just stupid thirsty boys in my twitch chat they keep coming into my chat and telling me to take my shirt off or take off the mask so they can fantasize about me when they’re y’know

Chat Noir: What the hell? Do you want me to come into your chat the next time you’re streaming? I’ll say something, I don’t care. I’m sorry, though.

Ladybug: if ur not live then could u? like i know its a lot to ask but i trust you more than anyone so also you just being there would help

Chat Noir: Don’t worry, Bug. I’ll be there. I’d do anything for you.

Ladybug: thank u kitty ur the best friend a girl could ask for

Chat Noir: If anyone’s the lucky one here, it’s me. You’re the best, Ladybug. Such a beautiful human, inside and out.

Ladybug: shut up u stupid cat before i cry u dont want that on ur hands do u?

Chat Noir: Noooo!! No tears. :(

Ladybug: too late im a sobbing mess my makeups ruined how can i go on like this?

Chat Noir is calling…

Ladybug’s laughter immediately fill his ears as she picks up, settling the worry lingering in Adrien’s chest. “You didn’t think I was actually crying, did you kitty?”

“It’s hard to tell through messages,” Adrien murmurs a bit embarrassedly, rubbing at the back of his neck, even though she can’t see him. “I wanted to make sure, okay?”

“God, you’re so sweet,” is what she replies with, in a fond tone that sinks its teeth into Adrien’s heart and does weird things to his stomach. She’s just a friend. She’s just a friend. She’s just a— “One day we’re going to meet, and I’m going to give you the biggest hug.”

Allowing a smile to form on his face, Adrien hums, tapping his fingers into his desk. “You’ll need a step ladder to reach me, Bug.”

“That’s it, I’m hanging up.”

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bittysvalentines · 4 years

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You Can’t Hear My Soul

From: @eatallofthepumpkinthings

To: @corgiberus

Rating: T

Tags: Soulmate AU, Angst, mentions of anxiety, mentions of loneliness, mentions of defamation of character, mentions of paparazzi being rude, OC, ASL/RSL/Sign language, NHL Chowder, NHL Whiskey, Open Ended, mentions of Zimbits

Note: Sorry I can't write fluff! I hope you like it anyways.

Alexei wakes up groggy. The night before he'd tried to stay up until midnight, his heart racing with anticipation, yet he'd fallen asleep at some point. As soon as he is awake enough to realize why he's so groggy, his heart starts running again and his face splits with a grin. Immediately he feels for that space in his head where the connection to his soul mate should exist. When he finds it, nestled just behind his eyes, his heart sinks.

There is wind blowing past his ears and he knows he won't be able to hear his soulmate. He'd hoped that they'd fall into that small statistical chance and have the same birth date. He knew it was unrealistic, but he still had hoped to hear his soulmate. He often stayed up at night wondering if their voice would be airy and melodic or deep in soothing. Would they be Russian like him, or would they be foreign and the translation weird and distressing. Of course, it wouldn't matter if his soulmate was foreign, living half way across the world even – but it would be so much easier if they were Russian. If they were, then the likelihood of them being close by would be higher. They could be together sooner.

His daydreaming didn't matter now. The connection was open. He could tell his soulmate all about himself and maybe they'd come and find him before their 18th birthday. Even if they didn't come and find him – he had to stop himself . There were only 24 hours in the day and he'd already wasted several sleeping.

“HI! I'M ALEXEI!” He shouts into the connection. His cheeks heat. Why am I shouting? I'm going to sound desperate. he thinks.

He tries to reign himself in, but he knows its going to be difficult. “Uh sorry for shouting. I'm just really excited to talk to you. I've been dreaming about this day for a long time. I can't hear you now. But I'm sure in no time I will be able to hear you. We will talk non-stop on your birthday. I just know it.”

He stays up until midnight telling his soulmate everything about his life.

********************

Months pass and Alexei's hopes fade. He throws himself into his hockey career again. His father is right, if he's going to transition to the NHL he should do it now. He's been working with agents and talking to teams. By the end of the regular NHL season he's secured his spot with Falconers.

********************

Nervousness sits in the pit of his stomach everyday. Without any games to play, he refocuses his energy into learning English. It's profoundly frustrating. After a particularly disastrous lesson, he decides to take out his feelings the only way he knows how – on the ice. He's laces up and heads onto the iced over pond behind his family home.

Who knows when I'll get to do this again, he sulks.

He's skating laps, pushing himself as fast as he can. Suddenly he's tripping over himself. There are words flashing behind his eyes. As he falls forward, he becomes aware that the room where his connection lives is open and the wind rushing past his ears is just from the fall.

“Hello, can you hear me?”

“Are you awake? I hope I'm not waking you.”

“I'm really excited to talk with you Alexei.”

As he catches his breath and tries to push up off his knees, his mind is racing. After a few minutes he realizes he hasn't said anything back and he probably should do that.

“OH, HELLO... Hi. Uh... Happy birthday!” He replies awkwardly.

“Thank you! I'm so happy to finally talk to you.”

Alexei is excited but he is so very confused.

“Why can't I hear you?” he asks.

“WHAT?” his soulmate replies.

“It's like I'm seeing your words. I... I don't hear them. Is there something wrong?” Is he sick? He's heard that colds can sometimes mess up these conversations. Or maybe it's because of his concussion. He hopes that that isn't the case. Concussions have all sorts of long term affects, and in his line of work, its likely he'll have another if not more.

Suddenly he feels a door close. He frantically feels behind his eyes for that space where his soulmate just was but its gone. The void is overwhelming and he's back on his knees. What just happened?

********************

Alexei's 19th birthday couldn't come sooner. He's managed to stay up all night this time. Midnight finds him sitting up straight as a board, staring out the window of his senior teammate's guest bedroom. The city lights are stunning. He feels the connection open and he's speaking as fast as he can. Every question that's swirled in his head for the last few months spews out of him. He gets silence in reply and in just a few minutes the door is slammed closed, the connection lost. He cries himself to sleep.

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When he decides to put his mind to something, Alexei always manages to see it through. Going into the NHL, learning English, making friends with his teammates, becoming rookie of the month – he set his mind to those things and he did them. He makes his mind up to be as positive as he can about his soulmate. He may not know why they've hung up on him, why they've not talked to him, why they haven't tried to find him, but he knows he can't control what they do. He can only control himself.

With his mind set on positive, when his soulmate's birthday comes back around, he keeps it casual and light. He talks about his life. He talks about hockey. He talks about his teammates and friends. Every birthday flies by like this. His soulmate never speaks, but the connection stops closing right away.

********************

A few years go by. The Falconers win the cup. But his soulmate never talks to him.

********************

There is a movie playing on the plane. It was a tough game against the Capitals and every muscle in Tater's body is beat. He thinks that the movie is a romantic comedy, but he isn't really sure. The actors all seem to be mumbling or talking too fast. Lulling his head to the side, he asks Poots to translate again for the 5th time.

“Dude, Aren't you paying attention?”

“Yes, I'm just very tired.” He gives him his best puppy dog eyes.

Poots smiles. Tater sees a light go off in Poots head and suddenly Poots is climbing over him and stumbling towards the front of the bus.

“Hey who has the remote.” Someone produces the remote up front. Tater watches Poots struggle with it. Eventually Snowy gets up, rather reluctantly, and helps Poots with whatever he was doing.

When Poots returns, Tater turns back to the movie and is amazed. There are words steaming at the bottom of the screen, highlighted in black, and in Russian.

“Now I don't have to translate.” Poots says victoriously. Tater nodes dumbly. This is what my soulmate's voice looked like.

********************

Its been awhile since he's thought this much about his soulmate when it wasn't his or their birthdays. Stewing on this new information is easy. Making any sense of it, that isn't easy. He tries to Google for some answers but he must not be using the right search words because none of the search results make much sense to him. Once again he finds himself wondering if there is something wrong with him.

After a couple of weeks, he decides to talk about it. He trusts his friends, and the old guys have worldly experience. Maybe one of his teammates will know something that can help.

He's hanging out with the guys, having a few beers when he musters up the courage to bring it up. They're all silent for a few minutes. It unnerves Tater. Am I the only one this has ever happened to?

“Maybe they speak a different language?” Poots says.

“If they speak a different language he should just hear them in Russian. That doesn't explain why he sees the words and not hears them” Snowy refutes.

“Oh right”

“Ive never really heard of anything like this before” Marty says. A couple guys nod in agreement.

“Maybe they're sick all the time?”

Thirdy brings up, “I read a story once that a guy started hearing his soulmate's voice in a whole different language than either of them knew and it turned out he had a tumor.”

“I just had a scan when I had that minor concussion” Tater replies exasperatedly.

“Maybe they're deaf?” Jack offers.

“What?” Everyone turns to Jack.

“I read a book on historical figures with disabilities and it explained that many deaf people and their soulmate's see each others thoughts.” That makes sense.

He goes home and googles some more.

********************

On his next birthday he tries to casually slip in “Are you deaf?”

It doesn't come off casual. Thankfully his soulmate responds.

“Yes”. Then the connection drops.

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His family and friends start to worry about him as the years go by. Its not uncommon for people in their early 20s to be single or dating around. But when you're close to 30, people notice. His parents set him up with a Russian National figure skater. She's nice enough but they don't last long with their mismatched schedules and distance between them. He hooks up regularly with a goon on the Bruins for almost two years before he gets traded to the Lightning and meets his soulmate.

On home game nights, when his teammates head home to their soulmates, he returns to his empty apartment. The silence is overwhelming. When he feels like the loneliness will crush him, he turns on ASL and RSL tutorials and clumsily signs along.

********************

It's the off season. Usually he tries not to schedule anything on his soulmate's birthday. But admittedly he's starting to give up hope. When Jack invites him to his summer home for a cookout and a friendly game of hockey with friends, he accepts. Its made easier by B's promises of pie and jam. He's pretty excited until he gets there and is slammed with regret.

Milling about and taking pictures are several PR people from the Sharks, the Aces, the Baby Penguins, the Belleville Senators, and of course the Falconers.

“Sorry guys, I was just so excited.” He overhears Chowder saying. A few Samwell alumni and Falconers are huddled around Chowder and the keg.

“It's alright Chowder. This is good PR.” Whiskey assures him aloofly.

“Yeah and its not like they are staying the whole party – right?” Poots asks.

They all shrug.

Tater makes his rounds. He gives crushing hugs to his teammates, the wellies, and the players from other teams that he has grown to care about. He shuffles in and out of the house. He helps Bitty keep the tables full – and subsequently helps to empty them of their contents. He plays games on the living room's Nintendo Switch, pongs it up with the Pong Master, and gives piggyback rides to the various little ones. He's enjoying himself, but he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched.

He's pouring himself another beer when he glances up and catches the stare of a Shark's photographer from across the room. The guy is lean, with broad shoulders, and flaming red curls. He's also wearing a serious expression aimed right at Tater. His unnerving blue eyes bore into Tater and suddenly Tater feels very self conscious. He trains his eyes on his cup as he takes a drink. When he looks back up, the photographer's face is buried by his curls. The guy is looking down at his camera. Tater is suddenly filled with the fear that he'd just had his picture taken. For years tabloids have tried to make him out to be a heavy drinker. It wasn't true and he didn't need a photo of him chugging a beer to stoke those flames.

He makes his way across the room and stops a few feet from the photographer. “Hey” he says lamely. He was upset a moment ago but now up close, with the man's pale face turned towards him, he can make out the freckles on his nose. He always had a weak spot for freckles.

He was hoping the guy would at least say hello back. Instead it seemed like Tater had returned the favor and unnerved the guy. His eyes were wide and frantically searching around the room, looking everywhere but at Tater. Finally they seemed to settle on something behind Tater. Turning Tater sees Chowder and his soulmate chatting with another couple.

“Uh, hey Chowder” Chowder turned to Tater and Tater pointed his thumb at the photographer. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out movement behind him, but by the time he had turned back to the photographer the movement had stopped and Chowder had materialized between them.

Then Chowder started introducing them and signing.

“Hey Tater, this is Cody. He's one of our team photographers. Cody this is Alexei Mashkov.”

“Nice to meet you” Cody signed. He offered a handshake.

Tater shook his hand, then he signed back “Its nice to meet you too”

“Oh you know sign language?” Chowder asks exuberantly.

“Yeah, a little” Tater replied sheepishly.

Cody's expression relaxs somewhat, but he still looks apprehensive.

“How do you know sign language?” he asks.

Surprisingly without hesitation Tater responds “I learned it for my soulmate.”

He regrets it almost immediately. He had almost managed to forget that it was his soulmate's birthday. It felt like he just dropped himself in an ice bath. Cody looked about how Tater felt.

Chowder doesn't pick up on the tension.

“Is your soulmate deaf?” He asks.

“Yeah”

“I didn't know that! Are they here with you? I don't think you've ever introduced us! I know Caitlin would love to meet them too!”

“Well I haven't met them myself so.”

“Oh”

Tater wishes the floor would open up and swallow him.

“I'm sorry” Cody signed. His face looks pained, like he felt what Alexei was feeling.

Chowder offers an escape. “We should probably get padded up for the game. I think I overheard a couple guys talking about starting it soon.”

Tater was about to agree, when Cody cuts in. “Wait, can I get a picture of you both before you're all sweaty.”

Tater chuckles at that. “Sure”

Cody maneuvers them to stand beside some of the Zimmerman's tall houseplants and underneath one of the living room's skylights. Tater is a bit disappointed when Cody takes a few steps away to take their picture. Up close he could see the sun bouncing off of Cody's curls. He even got to see his eyes light up when he joked that Chowder and himself should pose like a falcon and a shark respectively. He's still smiling when he aims the camera. Tater is smiling too.

Cody raises his hand and counts down from 5. With the click of the camera shutter Tater sees words flash behind his eyes.

“Wow he really is a sweetheart isn't he.”

Tater's heart jumps and flutters wildly. He watches Cody's face transform from embarrassment to terror, flaming red cheeks turning to ghostly white. They both stand still, staring at each other.

Finally, Tater asks “It's you isn't it.”

“Yes”

#tateroc #bv2020 #bitty's valentines #omgcp fandom #omg check please!

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Eyes like yours

[AO3] || [discord] guess who didnt want to write important things like the next chapter of song? or any of my other unfinished drafts? guess who wanted to write a whole new thing based off a song by shakira? it’s me

Hyrule Castle was under siege.

In the blink of an eye, monsters and fire laid waste to the green of the undisturbed fields that surrounded the castle. It was terrifying how quickly the pace of battle moved and washed over the Hyrulean forces, but Link moved quicker. Where the other trainees stood by in the safety of the walls of the castle, Link was out in the thick of it, fighting side by side with his more seasoned captains without a second to waste. Every second counted.

It might have been his first time taking the lives of enemies, but his actions didn’t go unnoticed as he cut his way through the waves of the grotesque monsters. The general herself, Impa, took note of how he took charge of the situation; she mentally thanked the three that there was still hope in light of these rapidly darkening times. She marched over to the rookie soldier after cutting through a duo of raid captains that dared to cross her, and planted a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“There’s no time to thank you properly, trainee,” she began as Link turned to face her, “but the princess is farther out in the field. We need to regroup. The only thing keeping us from accomplishing that is capturing one of the enemy’s vital keeps.” The Sheikah’s eyes scanned the field, drawing the Hylian’s gaze as she pointed to closed doors on the other side of the field. “There! I don’t know what is in there, but start there and I will assist you once our men have control of the field. Understand, soldier?”

The recruit gave a stiff nod and a salute. Impa returned the gesture. “May the goddesses smile on us all.” She turned on her heel back to aid one of their knights in the distance who was beginning to become overwhelmed with another wave of enemies. Link wished he could help there, but the entire weight of the battle weighed on his shoulders with this new task he was given. He swallowed thickly; capturing this keep could easily help them win or lose this war.

Link burst through the large doors of the abandoned fort, finding it seemingly empty. Impa said it was a vital stronghold for their assailants, but there was nothing to show for it; not even a blade of grass was out of place against the pavement. The Hylian’s senses told him to stay on high alert regardless as he inched across the stone path to the other pair of locked doors. His instincts were screaming at him that something was wrong.

He didn’t make it too far — a sound whizzed through his ears and a heavy spear collided into the ground inches away from where he planned to take his next step. He stepped back reflexively when rocks splintered in every direction, and his sight went skyward to the source. A large shadow of a man stood on the top of the stone wall of the keep. He paced along the edge like a predator, staring down at the lone soldier below — at least, Link assumed he was staring. The glare of the sun shrouded him in darkness, making it difficult to discern certain features.

The man lurched forward to meet the ground, and Link’s grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. He ignored how heavy it suddenly felt in his hands as he watched the taller man move with grace to pluck his weapon out from the cracked earth. Adrenaline flooded the Hylian’s veins now that he could fully see his enemy: his built physique, macabre armor, dragon-shaped helmet, deadly weapon in hand — everything was set to strike fear into anyone lesser. He steeled his resolve and kept his sword drawn.

The red-clad knight circled the trainee soldier like a lion. He made no movement to strike. It was intimidating how slowly he stalked around him, just waiting for an opportunity to make his move, and Link knew that he wasn’t fooling anyone with an act of bravery. The man tsk’d with an amused grin on his face, watching the blade in the boy’s hand beginning to shake.

“They dare send only one lowly soldier to take my keep?” His low, mocking tone echoed off the walls, worming into the Hylian’s mind, taunting him. “I do not know whether to be flattered that they finally threw me a bone,” he suddenly frowned, coming to a stop in his pacing, “or insulted that they sent someone not worth my time.”

In a fit of anger, Link blindly ran forward to strike the man down. Rage cried out of his lungs and filled the silence between them, but was replaced with a cry of pain as his side was struck with a hard kick. He crumpled to the ground and watched his only means of attack be swept out of his reach. An armored boot filled his view before it moved, finding a home placed firmly on top of his sternum. The man’s growling was the only thing Link could hear besides his own strained whimpers as he scrambled underneath his boot, his breath being crushed out of him.

“Pathetic,” the knight hissed, digging his pointed heel into the thick metal mail, trying to expose the fleshier bits of his prey’s chest. Some links of the chain gave out under the rough treatment. Pained cries fell on deaf ears. “You’re nothing but a boy playing a sad excuse for a soldier.”

Link screwed his eyes shut, trying to collect himself with the combined force of the crushing weight on his chest and with hearing his enemy’s words. It struck a chord deep in him — he was praised highly among the rest of camp for his swordsmanship, but falling so quickly in battle drowned him in shame. It was pitiful that he wished for this stranger to kill him quickly to spare him the humiliation of returning to what would be left of the castle with his tail between his legs, not only failing his general, but all of Hyrule.

Suddenly the weight was lifted off his chest, and Link’s lungs burned with the rush of air. It was all the reprieve he was given when he was forcefully pulled up by the collar of his blue and white tunic, nearly nose-to-nose with the enemy.

“You must be new to the ways of war,” the knight crooned. “Running headstrong into the fray without so much as a helmet.” He turned the soldier’s head from side to side with his other hand, looking him over with vague interest. “Pity, you are a pretty thing. Stupid, but pretty nonetheless.”

Link couldn’t hear the words the man muttered under his breath. He was completely entranced with the way how the pointed tips of his eye markings moved over his cheeks with each carefully selected word. It drew his attention to eyes which he couldn’t see from a distance, but with him being so close, the Hylian could see underneath the pointed snout of the dragon-shaped helmet. If he couldn’t breathe before, he certainly wasn’t breathing now.

The man’s eyes were an even deeper black than the paint that shrouded his eyes, an expanse of a void that Link felt so lost in, but he was fixated on the way his eyes seemed to pierce through his very soul, irises swirling of emerald and gold, and even a ring of fiery red along the edges. It was unlike anything Link had ever seen before: so daunting, so primal, feral, instilling fear through his veins —

— but also leaving him awestruck in its own twisted sense of beauty.

A strangled gasp managed to worm its way out of the Hylian’s throat as he was pulled off the ground again by the neck, held an arm’s length away from the enemy. He kicked furiously at the air, the toes of his boots barely scraping against the pavement, being held higher and higher up into the air. The knight laughed cruelly at his struggle.

“I’ve wasted enough time with you, boy.” The air crackled with an energy unknown to Link. An aura of red magic covered the knight’s arm holding Link hostage, striking panic through Link as the temperature rose to a dangerous degree, the clawed gauntlet threatening to burn through his tunic and mail. Another swirl of magic caused his arm to distort into something akin to a dragon’s limb — or at least, that’s what Link could only imagine it being — and gripping the Hylian’s throat even tighter. “I’ve only come to fight worthy foes!”

If the dragon squeezed any further, it would surely kill him in an instant if he didn’t suffocate first. Adrenaline surged through him to fight for his life — have to run, get away, do something! — screaming at every one of his nerves to act. His arms slipped through the spaces between the dragon’s claws, hands desperate to scratch his way out of the other’s grip, red scales flaking off with each futile swipe. Link’s racing heart and panicked breathing filled his ears, falling deaf to the man’s threats.

A searing pain struck across his left hand even through the leather of his glove. Link wasn’t sure if the light blinding him was a signal that he was knocking on death’s door, but whatever it was, it also blinded his assailant; its rays dared to rival those from the sun. The ground rushed to meet Link’s body as he felt himself drop to the ground again, no longer being held in a crushing choke hold or close to the heat of his enemy. Through his rattled mind and the ringing in his ears, sound slowly came back into his senses, filled only with curses and snarling from the disoriented knight on the other side of the keep.

Link sat up quickly while he had the chance and scanned the pavement for his weapon. If only he had his sword…

“You—” the man growled, rubbing any streaks of light that distorted his vision, “you can’t be!”

“Soldier!”

Quick footfalls approached the two of them, and soon enough, Impa stood between them, hand steadied on the hilt of her blade and shielding the Hylian from any more torture from the red-clad knight. Her eyes stared at their enemy with a piercing gaze, daring him to make another move.

“Volga.”

‘Volga’ scoffed in response to being called by anything other than his full title. “I am not here to entertain you, Sheikah.” His eyes fell to the boy that lay behind her. “I may have… underestimated Hyrule’s forces. But I promise you this, I will not make the same mistake again.” With a roar and another swirl of magic, a pair of leathery wings stretched outright from Volga’s back. Impa’s stance grew tense as Volga pointed his spear at them — specifically toward Link’s direction. “You haven’t beaten me yet. Next time we meet, boy, I will cut through your shields and mount your head on a pike!”

With that decree and a beat of his large wings, Volga retreated into the sky. Embers filled the space where he had once stood, leaving Impa and Link in a keep that now belonged to Hyrule’s forces. This was the turning point of this battle, but it was far from over.

“The princess still awaits us to regroup. We haven’t won yet.” Impa turned to offer her hand, which her recruit gladly accepted. He couldn’t meet her gaze as he rushed over to where his knight’s sword had lay discarded a few feet away from them, holstering his blade back in its place, half-expecting an earful of reprimands —

Impa placed a hand on his shoulder, much to his surprise. Link tilted his head to look at her in question. The general’s hand pulled his left arm away from his side to reveal the source of the burning pain from earlier, the only thing that spared him from an premature death: the glowing mark of the Triforce on the back of his glove.

“But now that we have found you, perhaps we just might win.”

Link’s fate was now set in stone. There was only one thing that thrilled and terrified him both at the same time: coming face-to-face with Volga again.

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CONSUMED THE FIRE - Episode 001 of GKWC

GOAT KING WRITERS CLUB, The loosest storytelling Podcast in all the land, were we don’t let Grammar get in the way of a good yarn.

CONSUMED by Nathan Hull

I had been typing frantically for hours, maybe even days. The never ending task of reporting the news consumed me.

Word after word, it was nothing but a blur of letters on the screen. I don't think i glanced away for a second. I was deep into my work, hands trembling from near exhaustion. The second bottle of house brand scotch two thirds empty, seven packs of cigarettes down. Light trickled in through the slit in my curtains signaling the start of another day. It didn't matter to me time had lost all meaning.

I sent the article through to my editer and demanded another job, ignoring his pleas for me to slow down "Just send through the fucking assignment" I yelled down the phone, knocking the bottle of scotch from my desk. The frustration almost over flowing into frenzy I stormed out of my small home office into the filthy kitchen adjacent.

Upon entering a pain I'd never felt before shot through me, i ignored it and swung the fridge door open, grasping at the six pack of beer sitting alone on the shelf. I stumbled back dizzy before falling into oblivion. It felt like the floor had disappeared I heard the bottles smash but felt nothing at all, just a calming warm sensation pulling me gently into slumber, a peaceful darkness replaced the manic flashing of ideas that had been fueling me for far to long.

I awoke to silence and the bright florence lights of a hospital ward beaming obnoxiously into my eyes. I had snapped, trying to finish a never ending task is a sure fire short cut to madness and apparently I had reached that level. The Dr explained that I had collapsed due to sever exhaustion and that a dangerously large mixture of alcohol and prescription grade amphetamines had been reported in my system. He gave me a stern lecture and ordered I rest up for some time to come.

I begrudgingly took his advice and relaxed with the days News Paper skipping through the first few pages like a book I had read many times before. At page eleven however I stopped a small laugh burst through my lips, there it was the most ironic thing I had ever seen. A small article titled "Local journalists dangerous decent into chaos" a two hundred word piece about yours truly.i smiled, how beautiful it was, i had been so consumed by the news that eventually, i had become the news.

THE FIRE by Sean Conway

The fire is burning through the bush quicker than I was expecting, the heat is not the most fearful part but the thunderous noise of the wood burning, sounds like a thousand cat of nine tails cracking all around us.

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT, WHY DID YOU ASH ON THE GROUND” Devon, the lippy British back packer bellowed “it’s just a little bit of fire mate, relax” I replied reassuring him through my tears unconvincingly. “WE’RE GOING TO DIE, WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE” Devon kept screaming in an urgent cry. Jesus Christ this back packer has not stopped complaining since I met him at the hostel, I wanted to tell him to fuck off but I had more important things to worry about, like getting out of this mess and suing the tobacco companies and the government’s cigarette pack warnings for not once making me aware of the potential for bush fires by their product. They literally have warnings for everything else except the one thing that can kill you immediately.

Ah man when I sue these political fat cats I’m totally going to buy a sweet double storey house with my winnings, I imagine suing for Bush fire warnings would be a landmark legal case, I’d probably make the front page of the Newspaper. I might even have enough money left over to buy a chrome Lamborghini, fuck yeah that would be sweet!

“WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE?” cried out Devon waking me from my daydream and bringing me back to this deadly reality.

This whole waiting around to die must be playing with my head because I have never thought this before and it seems weird thinking this now, but fire is hot, like ridiculously hot. I looked over to Devon as he continued frantically searching for a way out of the path of the fire “Hey Devon, how hots this fire ah” I said as it fell on Devon’s deaf ears, he blatantly ignored my observation. Sure these are dyer times but that doesn’t mean you have to be rude.

I guess Devon is done searching for a way out because he is collapsed into a ball on the ground “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die OH MY GOD I DON’T WANT TO DIE” Devon screamed over dramatically to the skies like a soap opera star, fuck his voice is annoying.

The situation is becoming increasingly stressful and the anxiety is starting to get to me, I really need a cigarette but knowing Devon he’s probably going to have a bitch and moan about it, but fuck him I paid $50 for these Winnie Reds and I’ve only smoked one. I am not going to die letting a perfectly good packet of cigarettes go to waste.

Reaching into my pocket trying to retrieve my lighter without Devon noticing, Jesus where the fuck is it? Are you serious? in all the commotion I must have lost it. It’s moments like this that make me appreciate how crazy and random the world is sometimes, we’re literally surrounded by fire and if we weren’t on the verge of being burnt alive in this hell hole I would consider myself lucky.

The first breath of that sweet sweet Winnie red is always my favourite, it’s almost magical how that first intoxicating breath can make even the most terrifying situation bearable “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS CUNT? YOU’RE SMOKING! YOU’RE SMOKING!” Devon screamed as he rose from the ground with murderous rage “Do you Poms do anything other than fucking complain” I belched back through a cloud of Winnie Red Smoke. I’m really sick of his whinging, I would have given him a piece of my mind but I was too busy trying to do the maths in my head on how long it would take for me to smoke all these cigarettes before the fire consumed us, but before I could figure out the answer Devon’s hands stained from fake tan are wrapped around my throat. “What are you doing?” I gargled, the heat of the fire made his hands super sweaty, It feels like an eel and smells like coco butter, two things I despise especially when they are crushing my wind pipe. “Get off me Devon, your hands are sweaty and gross” I said chokingly and wishing I said something tougher “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU” Devon spat in a salvia filled scream. Man I wished I had said something cool like that rather than your hands are sweaty and gross. I should really fight back but what’s the point, this will probably be a better way to go out, better than cooking alive in the middle of nowhere. I also think I should punch Devon in his Geordie Shore face because in these stressful times he has been a bit of a cunt, that’s how a hero would go out.

I mustered my remaining strength and clenched my fist as hard as I could and wham right in his kisser, to my surprise this worked because Devon jumped off me screaming in pain, he sounds like a dying lama “Ahahalaladahdahdal”. I must of really brought the pain for him to make such a cowardly cry.

The noise Devon is making sounds more and more pathetic, being the asshole that he is I thought he’d be use to people punching him in the head “YOU BURNT MY FACE YOU CUNT” his venomous mouth spit. I must have punched him with my cigarette still lit in my hand. Looking at the ground and seeing the remains of my crumbled cigarette infuriated me, it didn’t matter that I still have a full pack in my pocket, Fuck Devon! If I can’t beat him physically then I will have to beat him mentally, by saying the most badass line imaginable before we both disintegrate to dust “GET USED TO IT ASSHOLE! BECAUSE IN ABOUT 2 MINUTES YOU’RE GOING TO BE NOTHING BUT FUCKING ASH” I screamed aggressively but chuffed with myself for thinking of such a badass line so quickly “so will you, you fucking twat” Devon responded throwing me off my guard with his even quicker rebuttal “Yeah well, fuck you” I responded immediately knowing I had ruined the badass line prior and losing this battle of mental warfare.

Devon is celebrating his verbal stoush win by charging at me like an angry Bull in Pamplona. The thought of having Devon’s gross manky swamp hands wrapped around my throat again was what was helping me fight him off, but it was too late his uncooked sausage paws latched onto me sending shivers down my spine. The only thing going through my mind is how disgusting his sloppy hands are as I slowly fade in and out of consciousness.

The fire must be really close now because I can feel beads of sweat pour off his head from the heat, I felt Devon release his hands from my throat, I’m not sure if I’m dead but I’ll pretend I am so Devon doesn’t put his icky squid fingers around my throat to finish the job.

Playing possum was working until I was awaken by a liquid spraying on my face “AH WHAT THE FUCK DEVON ARE YOU PISSING ON ME?” how much more disgusting can this cunt get? “I’m not pissing on you look” Devon said pointing to the Heaven’s as the water started flowing down our faces like a baptism from God. “What’s happening?” I mumbled, this must be the DMT releasing into our brains because we’re dying, I listen to a lot of Joe Rogan so I’m familiar with this situation, “I don’t know I don’t know” Devon responded in his cunty British accent. The fire around us was being extinguished as the water continued raining down on us, I quickly got my Winnie reds and put them in the front of my pants so they wouldn’t get ruined by the water.

Out in the distance, through the Smokey haze I can see the flashing of blue and red lights, that could only be from fire trucks. “WE’RE SAVED, WE’RE FUCKING SAVED” Devon shouted with tears of joy and excitement. I was less excited because staring at the flashing lights of the fire trucks I came to the sudden realisation I probably didn’t have a case against the tobacco companies and the government fat cats and I was probably facing a lengthy jail sentence for negligence for starting a bush fire.

“OVER HERE OVER HERE” Devon began screaming to the fire fighters “over here over here” I screamed with a lot less enthusiasm. I’m not sure if it was the fire or the choking or the overwhelming confusion of being saved and facing a long prison sentence but something is making me woozy, like that fine line of feeling drunkenly happy to spewy drunk.

Waking up in an ambulance is not a new experience for me, but being surrounded by fire fighters and ambos looking at me like a freak show attraction is definitely an odd feeling. “So what happened, you guys have no idea how lucky you are to be alive” the Fire Department Chief said to us in a stern but congratulative voice. Lucky wouldn’t be the word I would use to describe the situation, I’m facing serious jail time, I haven’t been to prison before and wasn’t looking forward to finding out if all those prison rape stories are true. The idea of it made me more and more anxious.The only thing I could think to do was reach into the front of my undies and pull out my full pack Winnie Reds cigarettes, must look like a creep to the fire fighters and Ambos, but I’m too anxious to care “Do you have a light?” I said to the group surrounding me. The spark that was lit in front of my face didn’t do much for my anxiety but I thought it was fitting that what was potentially my last cigarette as a free man is being lit by The Fire Department Chief.

Breathing in that sweet sweet Winnie Red takes the sting out of any uncomfortable situation “So what happened out there?” The Fire Department Chief said with a controlled curiosity. I was sensing their excitement so I took a long deep breath of that Winnie Red for dramatic effect, blowing out the smoke I could feel I was giving off a real James Dean or John Wayne kind of vibe.

“Well fella’s, here’s the story”

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Brown Sugar and Honey

Chapter 1: The accidental meeting of a lifetime

Prologue

It was like any other day when you met him. A busy work day at the hospital and after that your shift of 3 busy hours at Arkham. The criminals there were unique but passionate. You didn't treat them any different though. And unknown to you that was refreshing for most them. Being able to see your smiling face and hear sarcastic jokes was a good change of scenery from the dry, condescending doctors, nurses and officers.

You were walking through a dark alley; a short cut to your home. You knew someone has been following you but if they wanted to hurt you they should of done it already. Glancing over your shoulder you saw a male silhouette in the shadow. You didn't recognize them and let out a sigh in unexcitement already knowing what was going to happen before his hand was around your neck.

“What's a pretty little thing like you doing out this late.. Don't you know there's dangerous people like me out at night?” he whispered into your neck as he forced your arms above your head.

“To be frank, I find more intimidation in a Chihuahua than you. And they're basically growling rat dogs.”

“W-what did you just say bitch?”

“Are you deaf as well? I said I find more intimidation in a Chi-”

You didn't get to finish your sentence because of a harsh slap to the cheek causing your head to snap to the side making you see stars.

“Little girls that talk too much get punished..” he growled into your ear. You wanted to protest and say that you're probably only a few years younger than him but the feeling of cold metal was against your neck. You stiffened immediately, trying to think of a way to get out of this. You wanted to use your powers but at the same time you didn't want to rely on a gift for everything that goes on in your life. “Move and I'll slit your throat.”

“Ahh.. There's knife. Of course there's a knife.” You mumbled under your breath. Cursing your luck, you stayed still as the knife pressed deeper into your neck causing a small amount of blood to pool at the tip of the blade.

The man smirked seeing that you were silent and dragged the knife down slowly cutting your shirt. “Not so tough now are you? Let's see what you look like under these clothes. This is your own fault. If you would just let it happen then I wouldn't need the knife. By the way the names Drew, I wanna hear you scream it while I’m working got it slut?”

By now your shirt was cut half way down exposing your black lace bra that held your brown breast. When he reached out to pin you down however you used it as a chance to stop messing around. Your hand found his wrist and you quickly moved to force it behind his back. You kicked the back of his leg causing him to fall to the ground as you kept a tight hold on him. His arm mad a sickening crack as your forced it up higher with a growl.

“I don't know who you think you are, Drew, but never call me a slut again got it?” But in a blink of an eye you were thrown off and a tall figure in all black stood protectively over you.

“That's enough. Are you ok Miss?” the person said. Looking up you held back a gasp knowing who it was.

“Batman?”

“Miss, are you ok? Did this man hurt you anywhere? I know you had it handled but it doesn't hurt to check.” he asked again not breaking eye contact with the scared man.

“No I'm fine thank you. He only cut my shirt. I’ve met dogs scarier than him to be honest.” You said with a smile as you stood up slowly so you didn't get whiplash.

“Good. Now if you don't mind I’ll be taking him with me to the station.”

“No its ok I forgive him.”

“What?” they both said in shock. Batman finally turning to look at you to check you over.

“Ma’am Are you sure you’re alright? Did you hit your head?” he walked around you checking for any injuries while making sure to keep an eye on the man.

“Yeah I’m fine. Stuff like this happens all the time.” You said with a shrug. Your nonchalant attitude toward almost being raped was shocking and saddening to both men. “I’m just glad my family wasn't around or this guy would end up dead like all the others.”

….

“Wait what?” Drew said finally speaking up.

“If you wanna take him though that’s up to you Batman.” you said with a shrug. With Batman focused on you Drew was able to creep away. Holding his dislocated shoulder he turned the corner and ran away “Welp he’s gone now anyway, it doesn't matter.”

Bruce turned his head to see that man did in fact get away, and he was ready to pursue him but the hand on his cape brought him to a stop, but he didn't turn around this time. Instead, he kept an eye on the other end of the alley as you let go of him to speak. “Its almost midnight. I think it would best for you to go home instead of running after a low life, Bruce. You have a gala to go to tomorrow after all.”

“You’re ri- Wait.. what did you call me?” Bruce felt his blood run cold as he turned to look at you. Only to see you weren't there. No evidence of your existence left behind at all, only his memory.

“Shit.”

Stretching out your neck, you dropped your bag at the foot of your bed and peeled off your soiled shirt. Teleportation is something you didn't like to do often from long distances but it did help when you needed to get out of awkward situations, like the one you just escaped from. You couldn't believe you let that slip, sure you knew for years now that he was Batman but that was a secret you had not meant to expose. It was hard at first but to be honest you knew that chin and jawline anywhere. It looked like it was sculpted by the gods and could cut diamonds after all, and it was on almost graffitied billboard in the narrows. At first you thought it was just a coincidence but then you saw his equipment and car in action a few times on the way home from work, and after some digging you found the net cost of it all after finding out what type of car it was from your sister.

And first of all a custom built Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero is well over 8 million dollars, nobody in Gotham had that type of money expect the .5% and even more digging showed that that much would leave many of them bankrupt leaving behind an even smaller amount of people, and then the only way to find out was just who was willing to give the Bat that much money, Bruce Wayne was the only one to support the Bat. And the cost of everything can't just be given for free, especially not when what someone was doing is illegal. Or when you can’t buy a car like that in cash or wire that much money without the police getting involved. So it didn't leave much room for who else could be doing it.

You kept this to yourself, however. Something like this was pretty serious after all, and even though you didn't support the violence he used, it did keep bad people at bay. A sigh escaped your mouth as you were left in your underwear, taking off your bra, you put on a large shirt that reached past your thighs and peeked out your room. “Ma! I'm home! Are the twins here!?” a scream was heard from kitchen causing you to teleport straight there. “Ma? Are you-”

You didn't get to finish you sentence due to the tray that hit you in the face. Holding your face as you bent over groaning your mother clutched her chest. “CHild wHat have I TOLD you about that shit!?” she cried out still clutching her chest, feeling like her heart would leap out at any moment. “You see!? That's what you get! I ain't gonna say sorry either!” the rest of her words were mumbled in anger at the surprise of your appearance.

“Oh god.. Mommy! WHY!? Seriously? The Tray!?” you groaned out as you held your sore nose, normally you didn't raise your voice at your mother but right now seemed like a pretty reasonable time.

“I’m not saying sorry. Do you see where we live? And you wan go an’ creep up behind people.” she said simply as she turned her back to face you, placing the tray on the counter as she wiped it down. “Since you here season the chicken. I don't wanna do it.”

Unable to argue with your mother and win, you swallowed down your pride and the pain in your face as you obeyed her, putting on the glove needed to season the meat. While you seasoned the chicken to be put in the oven she started the rice and beans. At least now you had lunch for a good 2 days from the leftovers that you'll have from this.

Silence surround the two of you in the kitchen as you both worked on your own assigned part of dinner. The silence isn't bad per se but given the current circumstances it was awkward. “How was work Y/n?” your mother finally said to break the silence.

“Work at the hospital was fine. Arkham was the same as usual, but I got assigned a new person to my rounds.” you explained softly as you placed the freshly seasoned chicken in the roaster pot and putting on the tray cover you were assaulted with on top.

“A new person?”

“Yeah some new girl that actually used to be a doctor there. I'm not allowed to tell you anything more than that though” you explained, as you placed the pot in the already preheated oven. Said doctor was a woman about your age, she was a few years old though, and after giving the Joker therapy she changed and started working with and for him. She even fell in love with his abusive ways. She was kind though, and you felt so bad for her but you didn't show it. She didn't need pity, nor would she want it.

Time passed by as the kitchen got hotter, one of the many results of cooking in an apartment. The two of you continued to talk as you helped make dinner, conversations never going dry as something new popped into both or your heads. By the time dinner was completely ready, rice beans, and veggies included, the kitchen felt like a sauna and the open window didn't feel like much. Since the food was done your mother took a plateful of food and went to her room, most likely to watch one of her shows. Looking at the time it was past midnight, 1 in the morning, and with your jobs, eating dinner this late was a family norm. Your siblings shouldn't be home for another hour, probably to scold you about not waiting for the car to pick you up from Arkham. They cared, that much you knew, but sometimes they cared too much when its not needed. A sigh escaped your lips as you got your own plate and sat alone at the table to eat, a normal occurrence for you.

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Iced latte—final mob!tom

Summary→tom is one of the most infamous mob owners of London when one day he spots a woman in a coffee shop and falls in love with her but finds something darker

Warnings→ sadness, death

A/n→ hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to get up mostly because I wanted to hold onto the series for a long time! It was supposed to be up yesterday but it wouldn’t upload. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this just as much as I did, it was a rollercoaster and I loved making this for you guys! Also I know a bunch didn’t tag so I’ll tag the rest when I reblog it!!

“Alight checkmate.” Lizzie smiles as she knocks your peice off the board.

“How the hell do you always win?” You look up at her and she shrugs and smiles.

You had been playing the same game of chess for a little over an hour with Harry Potter and rain hitting the window in the background. Tom had left for the night, tonight was the night he was going to kill your father, Harrison had been up here but got bored of watching the same game of chess so went back to his room to take a nap.

“It’s one of my few talents.” She says as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Lizzie you have like three talents and catching food with your mouth is not one of them.” You laugh and she hits you with an almond.

“Are you okay with him doing it?” She asks you referring to tom and your father.

“Yes,” You gulp, you’ve never met the man but you still know it’s right. “It’s for the best.”

“I just want you to know that when you kill someone they’re gone forever.” She puts her hand on your shoulder and you nod your head.

“I know.” You tell her. “That’s why it’s okay, my father would’ve used me for power and glory. He would’ve torn my relationship with tom apart and would’ve changed my life for the worse.” You tell her and she nodded knowing you were right.

“That stupid dog won’t stop barking.” Lizzie gets up and opens the door to let Tessa run into the room they’re in. “Is harrison awake?” She asks as she closed it and turned to you.

“No, he said he was going to take a nap, she probably just heard us in here and got lonely.” You scratched the dogs head as she fell into your lap.

“Not because of the dog barking but because I thought I heard someone.” She shakes her thoughts away thinking it was probably nothing.

“You probably just heard the wind, or maybe Harrison is awake.” You shrug grabbing the remote changing it to the prisoner of azaban.

“You’re right.” She says sitting down on the couch. “Maybe we should get some sleep too.” She suggested.

“Yeah you’re—“ you were cut off by the sound of walking. “Haz?” You shout wondering if he came in to check on you two.

Lizzie looked at you in fear, she knew that was Harrison and you knew too but tried to hold it together. Lizzie got up ready to lock the door but right when she got up a man taller than the both of you opened the door.

You’ve never seen Lizzie in terror until now, her green eyes grew wide and her small body froze in fear. She knew the man wasn’t here for her but she had to protect you because that’s what felt right.

“Move out of my way sweetheart.” Sebastian whispered to Lizzie and if it was like her last burst of confidence she’d bulit up she shook her head.

“Lizzie move.” You tell her and she looks behind to you before stepping back still facing the man now almost shielding you from the man.

Sebastian came up to you practically pushing Lizzie out of the way. He came to stroke your face and you managed to build up the courage to spit in his face. He wasn’t going to kill you, he needed you alive and you knew that.

A hard slap came to your cheek, “that wasn’t very nice sweetheart.” He tells you.

You try and stand there with confidence, no fear reaching into your eyes, no scream for help, you wanted to deal with this and pull out every ounce of hate you’ve ever felt and put it on him.

“You’re father wants you and so does tom, I want you dead and you already know that. You are nothing, do you understand me? I was supposed to be in charge of David’s mob never you, it was never going to be you and I will make sure of that.” He says lifting his hand with the gun.

Lizzie saw this as almost a sign, she panicked not wanting him to kill you right in front of her but she made a mistake of her own.She stepped right in front of you shielding you from him. You could see the terror in her face though the glare in his eyes.

“No!” You screamed as he held the gun up now to her chest moving it out of the way but it wasn’t soon enough, the loud boom erupted though the room as the gun had went off. The bullet went through Lizzie then hit you in your left shoulder.

You managed to grip the gun and pull it up and away although he managed to still shoot and he held the gun up pressing down of the trigger setting it off to where it hit right on his shoulder knocking him to the floor as well.

You looked down as saw you Lizzie lay pale on the ground, the black and red carpets now a deeper shape of red then before. Blood oozed out of the both of you, your shoulder dripping onto her. Her eyes were watery and more grey then green in the moment, her hair was still soft brunette as ever, but her skin was cooling by the minute.

“It’s going to be okay.” You cried into her as you pressed down on the wound in her chest hoping to keep her alive a little longer. “It’s going to be okay Harrison is on his way I can hear—“ she cut you off so she could speak.

“I want you to take are of Tom, Harry, Harrison, Sam, I want you to take care of yourself.” She grabs your hand. “I love you and you know that, but I need you to hear it one last time.”

Her grip slowly loosens, it’s as if you were deaf to everything else, you only foucsed in the girl who brought so much light into this life and had given you so much without asking. Harrison came into the room shouting your name but it was as if you were underwater as he did so. His voice was loud as he stepped over a body to get to you and Lizzie, coming behind him was Harry who had stopped at the door to see the sight that unfolded in front of him. The girl he had admired laid dead on the carpet floor of his brothers living room.

Harrison had pulled you off of the young girl who was only 18, he placed his hand over your wound for you had forgotten it was even there. You looked at her as if she was the only one in the world in the moment.

“Shit Harry, get the car she was shot.” Harrison says before he hands you over to harry.

You watched with heavy eyes as you were being dragged away from your best friend and Harrison who was trying to find a pulse on the girl. You felt your body get picked up by two more people as they dragged you outside to where a car awaited for you.

“(Y/n), I need you to stay with me okay keep your eyes open. Tom has been alerted but I need you to be awake.” Harry says as he holds a cloth over your wound and you grip into his arm now realizing the pain of everything. The pain was in your heart and that stung the most.

“Elizabeth...” You croaked out and Harry had found the strength to produce tears of his own.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” He whispers before proceeding, “Tom is coming David is dead okay? Your father is dead. Lizzie will be fine.” He spoke but you had felt yourself already drifting off, it was as if you were tired and tried your hardest to stay awake but failed. Everything was blurry and loud, that much you can recall.

“Good morning Tom,” you placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. Tom slept peacefully next to you stirring slightly knowing that his wife was now awake.

“G’morning my love.” He groans before rolling over and pulling you into his chest giving you a big kiss.

“How’d you sleep?” You asked and he smiled almost drifting back into a sleep.

“Wonderful with you next to me, how much time do we have alone before the monsters come in?” He smiled referring you the young boy and girl who managed to come in every morning to get cuddled or tickled depending on which parent they go to.

“No much time.” You grabbed his face kissing all over before you could go any further you were disturbed by the sound of a small girl running into the room.

“Daddy—“

You awoke in a white hospital room, the sound of beeping filled your ears and the time read 3:45am. The room was empty of people, no tom, Harrison, or even Harry. You wanted so badly to leave but the patch on your upper shoulder held you still.

“Mrs. (Y/l/n)—“ before the nurse in the scrubs could even finish you corrected her.

“Holland, Mrs.Holland.” You correct her and she nods coming over with a clip board.

“Lovely to see you awake, you took a pretty hard hit in the shoulder I see. I have people waiting outside to see you they would like to come in now, I’ve reminded them you need to rest and not to move.” She smiled at you, she was too normal for that the world you lived in currently was far from normal.

“I want to see Elizabeth Manchester.” You tell her and the woman pouts.

“There is no Elizabeth Manchester waiting outside for you, I’m sorry miss.” She says while getting up to the door. On the other side of the door stood a heartbroken Tom, his hair was messy, his eyes were drained, he lacked color in his face.

“(Y/n),” Tom pushes his way into the room seeing you on the bed heartbroken as well.

“Where is She?” You whispered already knowing the answer but wishing it’d change.

“I’m sorry,” He lets a tear of his own slip. “Fuck I tried everything.”

The memories were vivid, everything played back in your mind like a movie. She was gone, all you had was Tom and Harrison. She was the last person you knew that reminded you what it felt like to be normal.

You fiddle with the dimond ring on your finger letting it come on and off, you couldn’t cry anymore, there was nothing left to feel. Tom had assured you over and over again that everything was going to be perfect for this night but you knew his perfect was different than yours.

“Did you do it?” You asked refusing to make eye contact.

“Yes.” he whispers and you let out a chuckle.

“Does it ever effect you? The way you kill people? Do you feel it inside of you or did that feeling spark for the first time tonight?” You asked him and he stared you dead in the eyes.

“I feel everything every time.” He tells you. “But I push it away, you will never see it.” He tells you and you roll your eyes but didn’t want to argue with him.

“I want to talk to Harrison.” You say and tom scrunches his eyebrows. “Now. I want to talk to Harrison now.”

Tom gets up and leaves the room. Your hands move to play with the small locket on your neck that contained a photo of you and Lizzie when you traveled to America one summer. It was the best summer of both of your lives, oh how you wanted to go back.

Harrison walked into the room shutting the door behind him. One thing Harrison had that tom didn’t was the truth about Sebastian. He still had that and tom didn’t know.

“Is he dead?” Was the first words that came out of your mouth.

“No,” He tells you. “He got away but Tom knows he did it but still doesn’t know about you and Sebastian and if he comes back or I find him I will—“

“Leave him alive.” You tell him and he furrows his brows. “I want him to suffer for what he did, he murdered an innocent child. I want him to watch his life fall apart.”

Harrison of course was shocked, he didn’t know if you were just angry or if that’s how you actually felt.

“Do you still love Tom?” He asked out of the blue.

“I will always love Tom for who he was back the day I met him, I will never love Tom for everything he does.” You mess with the ring once again. Silence fills the room before you break it.

“Harrison, promise me one thing.” You ask and he looks up, at this point Harrison would do anything for you. You reminded him so much of his sister.

“If I ever have a kid with tom, make sure to hide me.” You hold his hand. “I want my child far from this mafia but close to their dad. I will never in a million years ask for my child here so promise me you’ll hide me.” You beg, this might be the hardest secret he will ever hold yet.

“I promise you.”

It was a promise that could never be broken, a promise that would keep you safe, a promise that would keep you alive.

You remembered the first day you met tom like the first time you saw the ocean, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. When he entered the room it was like he became the star of everything. Although when he entered your shop he watched you be the star, you will forever be his star. There is always beauty behind madness, his just happened to be making him iced lattes.

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