For cartwheels

word count; 1062 – gn!reader, inspired by my desperate dream of doing a cartwheel

Tsukishima Kei was so happy to get home after a long day at the museum where he worked, desperate to spend the evening inside in your company. Unfortunately, he married you, so he could never get the peace he wanted for free.

You were standing awkwardly on the lawn in front of your house when he exited the car. Your husband walked closer slowly as if approaching a dangerous animal. “Why are you out here, brat?” he asked affectionately, but then he saw the tear trickling down from your eye. “What’s wrong?”

With a sniffle, you lift your arm and wipe at the tear before pouting at him, shoulders shaking a little but he wasn’t sure if it was sobs or oncoming laughter because it seemed like a mixture of both. “I so desperately want to do a cartwheel,” you explained, letting another tear fall.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, wondering if he heard you right as he straight up stopped and just stared at you.

“I suddenly got this intense urge to do a cartwheel, but I can’t do a cartwheel!”

“Have you tried, are you hurt?” he asked, this time wondering if maybe you had tried already and that was why you were crying.

“I just told you, I can’t do cartwheels. I’m stuck walking around like some lame person.” you insisted, walking around in a circle as if for emphasis. He covered his mouth with his hand, acting as if he was thinking and even putting the other hand on his hip for the act, but really he was just trying not to laugh at you when you were feeling so emotional. He didn’t understand why this made you cry, and he probably never would. There are many times in this marriage where you tested his patience, but he never loved you any less.

After basking in this weird energy for a minute, he put his bag down and started rolling up his sleeves. “Just try it.”

You wrung your hands and swayed your body a bit like a little kid who is about to ask their parent for something. “Will you try with me? I’m scared that the neighbours will see me do it alone and think I’m weird.”

“God forbid they think that,” he mumbled sarcastically, making you lightly slap his chest. He blinked in disbelief, so close to just saying no, but there was something about the way you looked at him like he could save your entire day. “I can call Yamaguchi and ask if he wants to come over for a playdate?” he asked, bratty as ever despite his affection for you.

“I want you! This is what I married you for,” you said, always turning overly dramatic when Tsukki fought against you.

Once again, he deadpanned as he looked at you, silently asking if you were serious. “You married me to do cartwheels together in our garden?”

You grinned innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “Amongst other things.”

His eyes fell closed, pinching between them with his pointer finger and thumb. Tsukishima actually couldn’t believe he was about to agree, except yes he could. He was so smitten with you that there was no doubt in his mind he would eventually agree anyway. “Fine, but you have to make dinner after I break both my arms and legs.”

Completely ignoring his dramatics, you clap your hands excitedly. “You’re the athlete, you have to go first.” His eyes were cursing you, but he still got ready, breathing in and out as his eyes measured the space he had. You giggled and stood at the side, cheering for him like a cheerleader. “Go, Tsukki!”

“It’s Kei to you,” he said, breaking his concentration again because nothing was worth his time more than bickering with you.

“Do the cheerleaders at your games call you that?” you argued with a scrunched nose, reminding him you could be just as stubborn.

“No, but I’m not married to them!” he said, finally reaching the level of exasperated.

You giggle, always happy to hear him say you’re married. “Let’s go, baby, while the sun is up.”

It’s such a bratty line that he considered refusing again, but he finally got ready so that the two of you could get it over with. If you hadn’t been cheering for him, you would have heard him mumble a quick “Lucky I love you” before he finally lifted his arms and tried to do a cartwheel across the grass.

It wasn’t that bad, honestly. He did just fine at first but then forgot to steady himself and one leg just followed the other and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the ground with his glasses askew. You cheered loudly as Tsukishima straightened up his glasses and huffed. “Was it exhilarating?” you asked, holding out a hand to help him up.

“I’m never doing it again,” he insisted while you pulled him up. He squeezed your hand and gestured with his free hand towards the open space. “Your turn.”

An excited giggle left your mouth as you moved to where he stood previously, but your face fell abruptly when he just watched you silently. “Are you not going to cheer?”

He pursed his lips and lifted a hand like the Statue of Liberty, followed by a weak “Go, go, let’s go!”

That was more than enough to satisfy you, as you put up your hands and skipped for a step or two before tumbling across the lawn. It didn’t last for long, and you weren’t particularly good at it. But your laugh when you landed was enough of a sign to Kei that his mission succeeded. You were happy.

He helped you up and pulled you to his chest. The neighbours were totally watching you. “Was is exhilarating?” he asked you back.

“My butt hurts,” you complained, but it was still mixed with laughter.

He chuckled. It sounded like music to your ears. The soft kind of chuckle that caressed your heart and reminded you he was the one. “Mine too, honey.”

As you started making your way inside, Kei had his arm over your shoulders and yours was stretched across his back while he told you about his day. All you could do was stare up at him in wonder. That’s the man you married. In sickness and in health, for cartwheels and other things.

masterlist

/I got to the part where the reader asks him to join and suddenly realised I had no idea what character I was writing for, so I started imagining every moody haikyuu character doing cartwheels.

PART 3 TO BESTFRIENDS BROTHER PLSSSS

Temptation- Ethan Landry x Fem!reader - Part 3

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You're Quinn's best friend, who can't hold back their urges for Ethan any longer.

A/N: This doesn't contain smut, it's just more of a wrap up for the story. It's really angsty, a smidge of fluff. :) Thank you guys for reading it!

As Quinn looked back and forth between you and Ethan, you couldn’t say anything. She has a wrath that is terrifying to go up against. Ethan was bright red as he realized his mistake, but you could tell he was panicking. He knew that the possibility of the two of you being together just plummeted through the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Well, is anyone going to say anything?!” Quinn yelled. Her nostrils were flaring as the silence added fuel to the rage that was building inside her.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, turning back around to take the pancakes off the pan before you started a kitchen fire.

“What do you mean, it’s not a big deal?! You’re fucking my brother!” She jumped up, walking over to Ethan.

“You’re such a fucking loser. You can’t find a girl on your own that would actually want to be with your pathetic ass, so you go after my friend?!” She snapped at him, and your mouth flew open before you even had a chance to process your thoughts.

“Don’t you fucking talk to him like that! He’s not a loser, and I want to be with him. You’re so caught up in trying to find someone for me to hook up with, that you don’t even care how I feel about anything. It’s like the main focus in your mind is me getting laid, when you know these guys you’ve introduced me to have NOTHING in common with me. Ethan and I could work. I could be happy, but I’m too focused on trying to keep you happy that I’m putting my own happiness to the side. It’s what I’ve always done, before anything happened with Ethan. I’m fucking done with it!”

After you finished your rant, you grabbed Ethans hand, leading him outside before Quinn could say anything else. You went to the patio beside the pool, before breaking down and sobbing in his arms.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, gently rubbing his hand on your back.

“I know she’s my best friend, but I can’t take it anymore. You’re the first person I’ve had an actual connection with in a long time. I’ve had a crush on you for over a year, but I had to push that down to keep her happy,” you cried.

“You’ve wanted to be with me for that long?” he asked, curiosity playing in his tone.

“Yeah. I don’t know, I like that you aren’t like anyone else I’ve been with,” you said, as he pulled back to wipe the stray tears sliding down your cheeks.

As you stood there in Ethan’s arms, Quinn was watching through the patio door. She might be pissed, but she does love you and want you to be happy. As she watched Ethan comfort you, she saw a different side of him. She also realized that you must feel strongly enough about him to snap on her the way you did.

She opened the patio door to walk out to where you stood.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Her tone was completely different from before, which made you want to give your best friend a chance to explain how she feels, and you could tell her how you feel.

Ethan pulled away from you to take a seat in one of the patio chairs as you and Quinn walked to the other side of the pool. You both sat down on the edge of the pool, sticking your feet in the cool water.

“Why did you lie to me when I asked you if you had a thing for him?” she asked, significantly calmer than the yelling match that took place before.

“Because you act like he’s the worst person in the world,” you said, eyes tearing up all over again.

“Siblings don’t have to like each other, you know?” she said with a small laugh.

“It’s not like you just don’t like him, you hate him. I hate it when you talk about him the way you do. You see an annoying brother, I see a sweetheart that wants so badly to be cared about,” you said, kicking your feet under the water.

“I was livid when I realized that you hooked up with him, but after seeing him comfort you like that, I know he cares about you,” she sighed, looking across the pool to see Ethan.

He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he was watching the whole thing. He was trying to read your body language to know how it was going, a part of him was still scared that you’d want to cut things off with him out of respect for his sister.

“Ethan, come here,” Quinn yelled, him quickly getting up and walking over to the both of you. He pulled his sweatpants up to his knees before sitting on the opposite side of you, placing his feet in the water.

“What’s up?” he asked, Quinn rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you the way I did,” she said, the words tasing like vinegar as they left her mouth. She’s never apologized to Ethan for anything, but for you, she was willing to try.

He was taken aback at her words, not really knowing how to respond. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“I know you want the best for her, and that’s what I want to be,” he said to Quinn, your heart starting to swell at his words.

“A few conditions, though. I’m not losing my best friend to my brother. I’ll share, but you’re not going to take her away from me whenever you want. I don’t want you guys fucking when I’m here, because I don’t want to hear it. And Ethan, I swear if you hurt her, I will kill you,” she said, a small smile painted on you and Ethan’s faces.

You didn’t need her permission to be with him, and you had all the intentions of trying to sneak a relationship. Now that you don’t have to keep a secret from the person you tell all your secrets to, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your chest.

“I promise, I won’t hurt her.”

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request this idea with male reader who used to be in a relationship with Makarov, like what would the 141 team be like if they found out about reader past with him and not good one like abusive but they managed to get away and change their identity kinda thing? And that's how they managed to join the 141.

How they find out is all up to you

I love all your ideas oml

Mentions of reader being abused, Soap and reader arguing, hint of trauma mention, comfort, angst

Arguing with your teammates was very rare, at least for you, but it was always scary

It brought back memories

The 141 knew you had been in a relationship before coming here but that’s it

They never knew who or why you two broke up

You had actually never argued with them until now

“Christ, lad, you can’t just run out like that, you coulda gotten killed!” Soap scolded you

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to” you said in a meek voice, head down, hands clasped together

“Look at me when I’m talking to you! Lad you nearly got blown up! You can’t be so stupid we could’ve lost ya for fucks sake!” You knew Soap was just stressed, he cared for all of you deeply and the thought of losing any of you made his heart ache but it’s words hurt more

You couldn’t help it let tears well in your eyes, body shaking, head throbbing

You looked up at him after wiping your tears discreetly

The rest of the team looked on quietly, all stressed and awkward

“Why are you so quiet? Answer me!” Soap stepped forward to you to try and out a hand on your shoulder

He had no intention to hurt and you knew that but your instinct made you back up and throw your hands up to defend yourself, covering your face and chest

Everyone seemed to notice this

They all paused as your breathing became rapid and your heart jump to your throat

Then came the cliché line

“Did that bastard hurt you?” Referring to your anonymous ex

You didn’t see who asked you but from the Manchester accent it was obviously Ghost

Your breath was still rapid and your body ready to either run or fight

You eventually shrugged, not wanting to say yes, fearing it be too much for you, but not wanting to say no, as you wanted to tell someone, to reach out for help

“[name]… what happened?” Price asked you cautiously

You couldn’t speak, your whole body tense

“Lad, I would never hurt you, not like that bastard” Soap whispered

You nodded

There was silence before Gaz spoke up “what was his name?”

You felt your heart drop from your throat to your stomach

Before taking a deep breath you spoke up

“Makarov…”

You knew they would hate you for this

“The Makarov?” Ghost asked

You nodded “but he forced me to I had no choice he said he would hurt me if I didn’t” you desperately tried to explain

Before you knew it Soap hugged you

“It’s ok lad, we know you would never do something like that, I’m so sorry you went through that, you didn’t deserve that” he comforted you

You stammered before breaking down

“I had to run away, change my name, hair, everything” you sobbed into his shoulder “I was so scared” he let you soak his shirt in tears and snot, at this point all that mattered was your safety

“Oh [name]” Soap held you tightly

You pulled away and wiped your face, sniffling

They all engulfed you in a group hug, their holds suffocating you

“He can’t hurt you anymore, you’re safe, we’re sorry we got angry, we where just worried about you” Price comforted you

For the rest of the day they babied you, even if you told them you where fine they did everything for you, tending to even the smallest of your wounds, washing your clothes etc

They just loved you so much and really thought (knew) you deserved the world

Hello author! Hope you are doing good. Can I request something kinda hurt/comfort?

Like Bucky accidentally (not the bratty kind. actually accident) breaks one of your rules and expects the worse. But you see that it wasn't intentional and encourage him to use his safe word so that he knows that he can pull his consent anytime. Just comforting him after this.

Still My Good Boy<3

⚠️TW: little!bucky, dom!fem!reader, mommy/mama kink, crying.

☁️Summary: Bucky sneaks out the room past bedtime because he left his fav stuffie in the living room. He breaks a vase while doing so, and he expects the worst punishment from you. You remind him that accidents happen and that he’s still your good boy. <3

📝A/N: Thanks for the request babie! I’ve actually read some of your fics before and I absolutely adore them. I hope you like this one :)

Link to the mentioned stuffie: https://www.walmart.com/ip/Looney-Tunes-Animal-Adventure-19-Bugs-Bunny-Plush-Toy/121652361

“Oh, it’s 10 o’clock already! Time for bed, bubba.” You say, and Bucky runs to the bedroom and into bed.

“Good night, mama.” Bucky whispers with a soft smile as you tuck him into bed.

“Good night, baby.”

You kiss him on the head before turning off the light and heading back to the living room to do some important computer work. You turn on a show on Netflix as you work.

For some reason, Bucky just can’t seem to get comfortable. He’s gotten used to sleeping without you some nights, so that couldn’t be the problem. What could it be? Oh, his stuffie is missing!

Bucky sits up and feels around the bed with his hands, trying to find his Bugs Bunny stuffie.

“Can’t sleep without my stuffie…” he mumbled to himself, turning on his night light. He searched under his blankets, his drawer, and even under the bed! But Bugs was nowhere to be found, and that made Bucky very scared. That means that he left it in the living room, and he wasn’t supposed to get up after bedtime unless he had to use the bathroom or there was an emergency and needed mommy’s help.

Bucky really didn’t want to make you angry. You were his mommy, and he never wants to disappoint his mommy. He gets back under the covers with a sigh, trying to fall back asleep. When that doesn’t work, he tiptoes towards the door to hear what you were doing. When he heard the theme song to ‘Friends’, he opens the door quietly and crawls out of the room and into the living room.

The kitchen and living room lights were off, your laptop and the TV were the only light illuminating the area. Bucky crawled slowly, trying to find his Bugs Bunny. He peered from behind the side table, hoping that you wouldn’t see him.

Your eyes stayed concentrated on your laptop screen, only looking up when something humorous happened in your show. Bucky took advantage of this, and began to crawl behind the arm of the couch.

There it was! His Bugs Bunny stuffie was propped up on the other side of the couch, on the opposite side of you. He could grab him and go back to bed like nothing happened!

Bucky scooted closer and reached to grab his stuffie. When he finally got it, his vibranium arm bumped into the vase on top of the side table, making a loud crashing sound.

You immediately jolted out of your seat and ran to turn on some lights. You were surprised to see Bucky cowering in the corner of the living room, hiding his face as he sobs. There are ceramic shards across from him on the floor, which explains the loud noise.

“James… what did you do? Why are you up at this time of night?” You called him by his first name, so he knew you very disappointed in him. He just wanted his stuffie!

“M s-sorry mama! Left my Bugs Bunny out here like a dummy and you’re not sleeping with me so I need him!” Bucky cried.

“Please don’t punish me mommy, just wanted my stuffie!”

You crawl on the floor next to him, making sure not to step on the ceramic pieces on the floor, and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Look at me, bubba.” You whisper softly, knowing that loud noises terrify him when he’s in subspace. He looks up at you slowly, his puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

“I’m not gonna punish you, baby. I know it was just an accident.”

Bucky continues to sob into your chest.

“You can use your safeword anytime you want. If you’re scared I’m gonna punish you too hard, if you’re uncomfortable… anytime you need, baby.”

You feel him nod his head in response. Your soft coos soothe him, and he nuzzles closer into your chest.

“Sorry about your vase, mama. Sorry I’m not your good boy anymore…” Bucky whimpers.

“It’s okay baby, accidents happen. Still my good boy…” You coo as you stroke his hair.

His soft whimpers continue as he hides in your chest. It’s around 11:00 pm now, way past bedtime. You might as well clean up the mess tomorrow. You nudge him off you softly and get up, and Bucky whines from not feeling your warmth.

“Up up, baby. Let’s go night-night.” You say and make grabby hands down at him. He takes them and follows you into the bedroom. You both get in the bed, and he nuzzled into your chest again, sighing in content at the feeling of your warmth. He finally has his stuffie, so it shouldn’t be hard for him to sleep now.

“Love you, mama..” you hear Bucky say in barely a whisper.

“Love you more, baby boy.” You kiss him on the cheek, and you drift away to sleep with your baby in your arms.

Some visceral-in-doses angst

Words We Don’t Mean

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: angst, cuss words, pregnancy

“Should we get married?”

Mat breaks the silence, also breaking you out of your light sleep. You were both in bed, trying to sleep because it was really late. Now that you’re further in your pregnancy, sleep doesn’t come so easy as it once did. You were almost fully asleep, but his question was enough to wake you up.

“What?” You ask.

“We should get married, shouldn’t we? I mean you’re about to have our baby,” he rants.

“Is that your idea of a proposal?” You question, voice laced with annoyance.

You couldn’t believe this was something he was thinking of.

“No, I’m just asking if you think we should get married because we’re having a baby,” he says.

“Are you hearing the words coming out of your mouth?”

You sit up so you can glare at him.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? Mathew, you’re basically saying that the ONLY reason we should get married is because we’re having a baby,” you spit out.

You know it’s mostly because of your hormones being crazy, but you could feel the tears starting to sting in your eyes. The lump in your throat sits there heavily. Your hands gravitate to your bump, feeling an overwhelming need to protect your baby.

“Well it’s not the only reason, obviously. You’re just trying to put words in my mouth,” he accuses.

“No, I’m not. Just the other month we were talking about marriage, and you said that you weren’t ready to get married. I was completely fine with your answer. I feel the same way, so you saying that we should get married is honestly bullshit,” you say, trying to remain calm, but your voice starts to rise.

You caught him in his little lie, and you weren’t going to let him get away with it.

“Fine, but why is it bad if I’m just asking you.? It’s not like I’m demanding for us to get married right now!”

Your tears start to fall, frustrated that he’s not being considerate of how his words might make you feel.

“Why did you feel the need to even ask?”

“Some of the guys were just talking about their lives, and it just made me think about how we aren’t married, but having a baby,” he explains.

“Since when do any of us care what other people think?”

He just shrugs, staying silent because he’s afraid of saying something else wrong.

“I don’t think we should get married just because we’re having a baby, unlike you, I want to marry somebody because I actually love them and want to spend forever with them,” you sob out.

“I swear I didn’t-“ Mat tries to bring you into his arms, but you get off the bed and cut off his sentence.

“Don’t bother. I can’t be around you right now,” you say through sniffles, grabbing your pillow and throw blanket so you can sleep somewhere else.

a/n: To whoever requested this, I’m sorry it’s so late, but hope you enjoy it!

pt. 2

14: “Please. Please don’t leave me. I need you.”

17: “Why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?”

Tag: @motorcitygem

Themes: angst

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating

Word count (Copeland): 676

Word count (Cage): 742

So we have a two parter here! Copeland will be first, and then Cage. I’ve made this full of some wonderful angst (broke my heart in the process). You want sad? I give you the ✨sad✨

Happy reading 🖤

Link to masterlist

Copeland:

The house was quiet when you returned, almost too quiet. The tv wasn’t even on which was strange as Adam would have it on in the background while he did other things such as attempted cooking, or reading. Strangely enough he wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Adam, baby? I’m home, are you upstairs?” You called out, removing your coat and shoes by the door. No response.

‘That’s so weird’ you thought. Normally he’d, at the least, call out to you in acknowledgment that he heard you. But absolutely nothing! From upstairs floated a suspicious sound down to your ears. A sound that you heard in your nightmares. It was a faint noise but it was just loud enough for you to understand what it was; you could hear him crying hysterically. Rushing up the stairs and half falling over yourself, you got to your bedroom as quick as you possibly could, swinging open the door to see him sat on the edge of the bed.

His eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, body shaking. When you walked closer to him, he didn’t even look up. He knew you were there but it looked like he was afraid of letting you see him in this state.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You tried to encourage him to look at you by gently lifting his chin with your cupped hand. But as soon as his eyes met yours he let out a strangled sob before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing his face into your tummy to avoid looking up again. Just hearing him cry was enough to shatter your heart, let alone hearing him sob. You rubbed your hands on his back in an effort to console him, whispering gentle words of comfort. It took a good five minutes before he had calmed down enough to explain why he was in such a state. And as he explained, the mood began to turn sour.

“I’m so so sorry, I should have told you sooner. It’s just…I thought it would be a one…one time thing but I just. I couldn’t help myself. I’ve slept with another woman…and we’d been talking for the last few weeks. I’m…I’m so sor-“

“Hold on, let me get this straight,” you interrupted, stepping away from his desperate arms, “you’ve been talking to some woman for weeks and you slept with her?!”

“Y-yes but-“

“And on top of that, you weren’t going to tell me that you’d been talking with this bitch until you realised ‘oh shit, I might actually lose my girlfriend of three. Fucking. Years.’ Did it ever occur to you at any point that I might find out? Whether it was in two weeks or two years, the truth was going to come out?”

“I mean…please, I can explain-“

“Nah, nah you don’t get to explain shit to me,” you spat out, “I think you’ve said enough today.”

You stormed out of the room, disbelief and heartbreak settling in with each step back down the stairs. The sobbing started back up, and the pleas began spilling out his lips: “Please! Please don’t leave me! I need you…”

You chose to ignore them as you pulled your shoes back on, yanking your coat off the hook. It hurt so bad to hear him break down and you barely had the courage to turn your head to face him, half hanging out the now open front door. He knelt on his knees near the entrance, babbling incoherently to you. The only thing you could make out was the repeated words of ‘please’ and ‘don’t go’.

“Go to hell.” Was all you said as you slammed the door and walked away from the life you both had built. As you walked down the street, unsure of where to go, the tears started. Was it the right decision? Should you have heard him out? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that in that moment you needed to be as far away from him as possible.

Cage:

It had been three weeks of hell since you and Christian split up. A massive part of you still needed him in your life. This wasn’t something you were ready to give up on. He had told you that he felt that your relationship had hit a natural end, that he just wanted to be friends. At least for a little while. What had kept you hanging on was that little comment he made before you departed from each other for the last time: “maybe one day…we could pick this up again. But for now I think this is it for us.”

You never realised you could miss someone so bad but here you were. It had been an hour since you texted him, asking if you two could talk. Preferably in person. You could see he had read the text and you assumed he was on his way. But as your phone buzzed in your hand, you realised that wasn’t going to happen. Instead he chose to call you. Feeling disappointment in your chest, you answered after a few rings. As you brought your phone up to your ear there was a moment of silence before you asked if he was coming, a part of you hoping he’d tell you he was nearly there with flowers and chocolates.

“Look…I know what you’re hoping for but I’m sorry. I’m not going to come and see you. Not right now.” He answered quietly, sadness and guilt lacing his tone. He felt bad as he didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew if he saw you then he might do something he’d regret later: he’d re-enter your relationship. And then he would have to break your heart all over again, because his feelings had not changed.

“Oh…I see. Christian listen. I…I just wanted to say that…”

“Don’t say it.” He interrupted, voice becoming sharp, “I know what you’re going to say, so please don’t say it.”

“No, I have to. It’s eating me alive, please-“

“You really don’t have to though. It’s not going to change how I feel, it’s not going to make it better. So it’s better if you don’t say it. Save yourself the heartbreak-“

“But I still love you!”

Silence. It didn’t even sound like he was breathing. For a moment you wondered if he had just hung up on you but there was no sound to signify that happening. Your mouth went dry as the realisation of what you had blurted out meant now. By doing this, you had managed to push him even further away. Deep down you knew this would hurt him so why you did it, you couldn’t say. Or justify for that matter.

“I’m…Christian I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“Why can’t you understand that I don’t love you anymore?!” He snapped, voice cracking on the other line. “You’re always doing shit like this where you go against what I say, even though I tell you not to do it! If you had fucking listened to me and left me alone, we wouldn’t be here! But no. You had me call you just to confess a known fact. Why? So you could hurt me? Is that it?”

“No, no Christian! It’s not like that!” You begged, “please don’t think that, I would never intentionally hurt you-“

“Oh no, sure! Not intentionally! You only have good intentions for me, don’t you?! But I can’t get mad at you for saying you still ‘love me’ because you didn’t mean to hurt me!”

He went silent, breathing hard. Something he would do when he would try to calm down during arguments. You could imagine him rubbing his forehead with his eyes clenched shut as he tried to regain composure. He hated getting angry and arguing but…you deserved it. You knew you did.

“Christian…” you started but decided against continuing. Perhaps it was best you just left him instead of trying to keep talking to him tonight. But you wanted to apologise, to admit you were wrong and he was right. As tears began to stream down, you went to apologise.

“Christian, I’m. I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t hear your apology as he had hung up the moment you said his name. Leaving you in a crying heap as you sat and had to deal with the fact that he was gone. And something told you it was for good.

{ I’ve decided to read the tf infiltration mini-series because the description “Ratchet is arrested by Prowl for breaking cover to rescue humans” has me INCREDIBLY curious so, my highlight thoughts/comments below are going to be made as I read!

an ambulance comes out of no where in the middle of the desert and its got a gun, subtle

zoom zoom very fast

today on confirming ‘ratch is not male but accepts whatever pronouns ppl give him’

i love how he often Specifies when he is using a human phrase, like not always but it seems to be common in media that he wants to be sure you understand he isn’t being literal, this is a socializing attempt but also we are not actually on a limb obviously

how many hidden guns do you have ??

this made me laugh just POOF from no where yes hello obviously i AM a human driver of the NORMAL vehicle it didnt drive itself ehem

also EVERY TIME I SEE SB GIVE HIM A HOLOFORM ITS DIFFERENT and that just further supports my ‘ratch literally does not care how he looks as a human as long as it’s a plausible temporary disguise’ which is why letting his adopted kids help him with designing better ones is my favorite hc development here

also he clearly hasn’t set expressions for this one there is only one expression default and it is very strange to see throughout but it was remarked upon and also that’s entirely believable as a problem with early holoforms hFKJSHD SO IT’S VERY WEIRD BUT IT’S A TECHNOLOGICAL WEIRD and i can accept that

english and technicalities with holoforms are difficult okay give him a break

RATCH IS ANALYZING THESE HUMANS’ PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THE WHOLE TIME AND RECOGNIZES THEIR FEAR LEVEL AND ACTS BASED ON THAT IM JUST-- SOBBING

there!! he !! is!!!!

HOW MANY GUNS DO YOU HAVE???

ratch: I’d rather not be referred to as an aliendeathwarmachine I am a doctor thank you

ahfkjsdhf the Sass is surfacing

i am very disappointed ratchet’s response wasn’t “I’d like my one phone call” and then he just calls optimus and puts him on speaker while he explains to the Higher Authority Bestie instead but I suppose that would have been too simple plot wise

anyway this sounds like ratch has made code violations not just with humans but for others species too before, he can’t help it he values all the lifeforms okay

i love him So Much have I Mentioned That

also there is a note about ‘you’re going to call op right’ and prowl is like ‘no’ and im just YOU REALLY THINK RATCHET DOESNT HAVE HIS DIRECT COMMLINK-- nevermind ironhide’s calling instead while ratch is babysitting humans good thank you

help him

RATCH AND BEE CONTENT? EXTRA BONUS POINTS

themst

YEAH I JUST GOT SHOT IN THE SPARK BY A TANK IT’S FINE BABY I WILL BE OK

absolutely enjoying ratch and bee content, pls help parent

RATCH YOU SAVED THEM PLEASE YOU DIDNT PLAN FOR ALL THIS TO HAPPEN STOP TAKING ON MORE GUILT YOU DONT NEED

op is literally only here for the last page but I greatly appreciate that in response to ironhide’s message about ratch getting arrested he showed up in person from wherever he was and for his ONE SINGLE PAGE that could have Just been dedicated to op, instead ratch is directly behind him hkajfhsdf very nice thank you artist

Whumptober Day 15 - Poison Breaths and Gritted Teeth

Prompts: Breathing Through the Pain

Rated: explicit

Warnings: lady whump, graphic childbirth, difficult childbirth, blood

Word Count: 1,543

Summary: Anaria has gone into labor, but something is terribly wrong, and she fears she won’t make it out of this.

A/N: There is no death in this story, and it has a happy ending.

Girad gripped Anaria’s hand tight.

“Anaria, breathe, just breathe.”

“Do you want to try doing this?!” she shrieked at him. She tilted her head back, moaning. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She really hadn’t meant to yell at him like that. “It just hurts.”

“I know, my love. I know.” 

“Anaria, you have to push,” Anika told her. 

“Again?” Anaria asked, exhausted, pain rippling through her body. Her hair was clinging to her, soaked in sweat. She’d known they’d called childbirth “labor” for a reason, but hadn’t realized just how laborious it would actually be. “Shouldn’t the baby have been born by now?” she asked breathlessly before groaning. Oh the pain she was in.

Anika frowned at that question, turned to the other healers. They left her bedside, talking.

Fear made Anaria’s heart pulse at her ribs. That couldn’t be good. 

“Just look at me,” Girad said. He knelt by the bed, still holding her hand. With his other hand, he mopped up some of her sweat with a cloth. “It’s going to be okay.”

“It shouldn’t be this painful,” Anaria squeaked out between sobs. “Not with all the poppy they gave me. Something… something’s wrong.” She could feel it in her body. Something wasn’t right. 

The healers returned to her bedside as another spasm clutched her, a scream coming from her mouth as she writhed on the bed. One healer was leaving, and Anaria didn’t know why.

“Where is she going?” she asked once she could find her breath. She’d requested all women healers for her birth. 

“Getting your father,” Anika answered. “No more pushing for now, alright? I just have to take a look.”

“Great,” Anaria gasped out sarcastically. “My father. That won’t be embarrassing at all.”

She spread her legs as Anika got down onto the bed and lifted her dress. It was a simple, red gown, but despite the color, Anaria could tell there was blood on it. She looked to Girad anxiously, and he held her hand tighter. She was fine with his grip.

Anaria yelled as she felt Anika’s hands touch her there. Oh, that hurt!

“What are you doing?!”

“I can’t see the babe’s head,” Anika told her. She looked harder. “You’re dilated, but something’s not right.”

“I fucking knew it,” Anaria muttered, once again looking at the ceiling, as if that would distract her. Gods, she was exhausted. Exhausted and in agony. All she wanted to do was sob and squirm and scream. But she had to hold still for Anika. And besides, she didn’t want to scare her husband. 

Anaria and Girad had been wed as soon as Anaria knew she was with a child she could carry to full term. It had been a large ceremony, a celebration to the end of the war, a celebration of peace and allyship. It made everyone hopeful that humans and the Nessari would not fight again, that they could mend their relationship. 

Anika got off the bed, wiping her bloodied hand on a cloth. She looked to the other healers, and they were once again off towards her balcony, talking.

“What are they talking about?” Anaria asked Girad anxiously. Of course she was anxious! She’d just been told something was wrong with her labor.

“Shh, they’ll tell you. I’ll make sure,” Girad said. He kissed her hand, smiled at her, but Anaria could see the worry in his gaze. 

“Maybe… maybe humans and Nessari aren’t meant to be,” Anaria said.

“Anaria, what do you mean?”

“Nessari births aren’t usually this complicated,” Anaria explained. She’d studied anthropology: she knew these things. 

“But certainly in your studies you’ve come across ancient connections between humans and Nessari,” Girad said, trying to ease her mind.

“I have…” Anaria was thinking, but it was so hard with the pain blocking out almost every thought. And the panic. She was starting to panic. “They… agh!- never mentioned anything about childbirth.” 

“Anaria.” Anika had returned with the healers without her even noticing. She turned her head tiredly towards her.

“Yes?” she asked, glad that Anika hadn’t referred to her as princess, as the other healers were wont to do. She didn’t like her title. It felt derogatory to her. 

“The baby is facing the wrong way,” Anika explained. “I think I saw part of their back, but not their head. They’re almost in the right position.”

Anaria was flabbergasted. She’d known something was wrong, but hadn’t guessed at that.

“What do you mean? Why would I go into labor if they weren’t in the right position?!” She almost screamed it. Gods, the pain was becoming unbearable, even to her, and she’d survived torture and captivity. At least this wasn’t some sick game being brought on her by someone else.

Or maybe it was.

Maybe the gods did not want human and Nessari to be allies and friends, and this was their way of telling them. 

Now you’re just getting paranoid, she told herself. Paranoia was something that came naturally to her since her captivity, however. How could it not? 

The doors to her chambers suddenly opened, and Sol was rushing in, feathers fluffed out, hair a mess, like he’d run or flown there. 

“What’s going on?” he demanded.

“The baby is not in the right position,” Anika responded. She was speaking calmly. How? 

Anaria arched her back and screamed as another spasm jolted through her. Gods, she was getting sick of this! 

“And have you tried to move them?” Sol asked, worry clear in his tone. 

“Not yet.” 

Anaria didn’t know what attempting to move the baby would entail. She was scared, so very scared. She could feel her energy waning. 

“What… what are you going to do?” she asked, voice so small. She hadn’t heard it that small in a very long time. 

Anika was putting one knee on the bed, folding up her wings so as to make room for Anaria. “You’re going to have to relax,” she told her. “I have to try to move them.” 

“You’re… you’re going to put your hand in my wife?” Girad seemed to realize before Anaria could. 

Oh… That was going to hurt… 

Anika was indeed rolling up her sleeves, readying herself for it. 

Sol had come over to the other side of the bed, politely not looking anywhere near Anaria’s nether region. His eyes were on her face, and her other hand was in his.

“You’re going to be alright, Anaria.”

“Father, I’m scared,” she admitted tearfully. “Please, I’m scared.”

“It’s going to be okay,” Anika said, voice reassuring. “Just breathe.”

So Anaria tried her very best to breathe and think of nothing but that. Anika let her enter a sort of trance-like state before putting her hand in her. And it made her flinch and jolt and yell, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected it to be.

Anaria focused on the hands in hers, on the two men who loved her most in the world looking at her. She wished she had Hali with her, knew she would be anxiously waiting right outside the door. The healers hadn’t let her in for fear of crowding the room, something Anaria still wasn’t happy about. So they would allow her father in here, but not her lover?

Anaria didn’t know how long it took to move the baby, only knew pain and breathing. It was like each breath was laced with poisonous agony. She was still crying. 

Anika withdrew her hand with a huge sigh of relief, wiping off the blood that almost went down to her elbow.

“They moved,” she announced. “They’re in the right position.” She was smiling, and Anaria would have, had she not been so exhausted. Girad kissed Anaria’s hand again, while Sol kissed her forehead.

“I told you it would be alright,” Sol said, tears glistening in his eyes. 

Anika patted one of Anaria’s hands. “Now you really have to push,” she told her. 

Gritting her teeth, Anaria began her work.

---

Anaria didn’t know how long later it was, but she held her baby boy to her breast, letting him suckle. The healers had cleaned him off and handed him to her once they were done healing the damage that had been done to her genitals. That had been more than uncomfortable, but not even nearly as bad as the labor itself.

Hali, Girad, and her father surrounded her, crying tears that must have been of joy. Girad and Hali were each kneeling on one side of the bed, Sol standing by Girad. Girad was very, very gently stroking a finger down the baby’s head, almost stunned by the sight of his son.

“You did amazing, Anaria,” Girad breathed in awe. His voice got a little choked up on her name. “So amazing.” 

Anaria smiled at him. “Well, you helped.”

“By holding your hand,” Girad said, shaking his head. “You did all the work.” 

Anaria rested her head back against the pillows. She was exhausted, but still wanted to hold her baby. The feeling of him suckling at her breast was a comforting one, especially after how hard her labor had been. She’d thought she was going to die at one point… But here she was, surrounded by family, the newest, living member cradled gently in her arms.

Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story] 13 Ultimatum

Roman POV

Slowly I walked through the aisles backstage while my angel clung to me for dear life. It hurt me so much to see her so devastated. She didn't deserve to be treated so disgustingly. Not from anyone and certainly not from that bitch. How dare she? How desperate and crazy did one have to be to sink so low?

I kicked open the door to the locker room and took a quick look around. There were only a few of the guys here. I sighed, because I was actually hoping that no one would be here.

"Can you please leave?" I asked in a more than strained voice.

They immediately sensed that I was not in the mood to argue and just left the room. Well, all but one. Seth, stayed behind. His gaze wandered back and forth between me and Y/N. Immediately he frowned in concern.

"What happened?" he wanted to know.

"Later. Can you do me a favor? Please get Stephanie. Tell her it's urgent. Thanks," I replied.

Seth nodded, looked at us for a moment longer, but then went on his way as well. There was no way the conversation with Stephanie could wait. I wanted this fake snake gone. Even if I might have to take extreme measures to do so. It did not matter to me. All that mattered to me was Y/N.

"It's all right, angel. We are alone. Don't worry, I'm with you," I whispered, hoping she would calm down a bit. But I doubted that would happen anytime soon.

"Why? Why did she have to do that? I don't understand!" she cried with her head on my shoulder as I sat down on the old, worn leather sofa that stood in the corner of the locker room.

"She's just jealous. I promise you, Y/N, that she will never come near us again," I said softly as I continued to stroke her back. I could feel how irregularly she was breathing.

"It's already too late. Now everyone knows that I lost my family. She made me say it out loud. All she wanted was to humiliate and expose me. And she succeeded. I was finally feeling better. I was starting to come to terms with the loss of James and my sweet little Eric.

I could breathe freely here because no one was looking at me with that look. It felt so good. Now that's over. It will be just like back home. I can't be reminded of this loss over and over again. It hurts, Ro. It hurts so much. Make it stop," she sobbed.

Seeing her like this broke my heart. Just like the day she told me her story for the first time. I would have done anything in the world to take away her pain.

"I know, baby. And it will always hurt that they are no longer with you. But you know they'll always be near you. James and Eric will forever be a part of your life. But you have to move forward. You are so strong. Look how far you have come. You've taken your pain and turned it into the strength to move on," I explained and then kissed her forehead while gently rocking her back and forth.

After a few minutes I felt her relax. That was good. I hummed softly to calm her down a little more.

Then the door opened and Seth came in followed by Stephanie and my mom.

"Roman? What's going on?" asked Stephanie.

I got up and gently laid Y/N down on the sofa. Only then did I see that she had fallen asleep. My poor angel. She was absolutely drained emotionally. But even though she was asleep, the tears were still running down her cheeks.

"I really need to talk to you and there's no way it can wait. Mom, can you please stay with Y/N and come get me right away in case she wakes up?" I replied.

Along with Seth and Stephanie, I left the room. I had to take a few deep breaths to pull myself together.

"I want, no, I demand that Brenda will be released effective immediately," I said.

"What, why?" asked Steph, confused.

"She confronted Y/N about things from her past. Very, very personal things. She accused her of lying. Brenda thought she could get me to break up with her. And she practically forced Y/N to speak out publicly about her traumatic past. That crossed a line.

I know you warned her about her behavior towards me. And now I expect her to be kicked out. She is a spiteful, two-faced, arrogant bitch. And this behavior needs to have consequences." I explained to her as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Roman, it's not that simple..." put in Steph.

"Oh it's quite simple. She bullied, humiliated and exposed my girlfriend. Either you fire Brenda. or you leave me no choice but to leave myself." i interrupted her.

"You would leave?" wanted Stephanie to know.

"It's not just him. If that kind of behavior is going to be tolerated, you can take me off the payroll too." said Seth completely unexpectedly.

"I appreciate that, Seth, but you don't have to do this," I said as I looked at him.

"You think I want to work with someone like that? Someone who's willing to take someone down just because they've been rejected? No, bro. I'm on your side." he replied.

Then we both looked at the woman in front of us and waited for her decision. Her gaze wandered back and forth between us. Until she nodded and finally said something.

"Alright Roman. You're right. We have no place for such a toxic person in this company. Consider it done." she said, then walked away.

I gave Seth a quick hug and then went back to Mom and Y/N. Thankfully, she was still asleep. Carefully, I sat down next to her and stroked her over the head.

"Is it true? She lost her husband and her baby? Why didn't you tell me?" Mom asked quietly, and I could clearly hear that she was crying.

"Because it's not my story to tell. Don't worry about it. I will make her feel better. I won't let the woman I love suffer," I replied.

Honestly have so many things to say. I’m just mad and sad. AGAIN, let me rant about Stranger Things, but this time, Volume 2. This is your warning if you have not watched it already and your general warning that these are my thoughts and opinions and as much as I encourage discussion, please do not fight me on this. It took me three times watching it to think about these and actually solidify them. So enjoy? Be mad with me? I don't know. Your choice.

Dr. Brenner / Papa absolutely did not deserve peace of mind and I am so happy El did not give him the satisfaction.

El could’ve explained to Dr. Brenner why she needs to go NOW. She heard the whole conversation from Max’s trailer. She could’ve explained to him that his earlier metaphor of the dam breaking is about to happen if we don’t move fast. But well, Dr. Owens was right on the money when he said Henry’s going to do this even before Eleven can throw a punch.

We all know Will is fruity and for me, he does not need to explicitly say "I am gay." to confirm that. That scene on the drive to Nevada was his coming out scene. I support my baby, I will always do. It hurts to see that Byler can never come out from this as we can also really see Mike's love for Eleven. It was even portrayed stronger when he did that whole speech for her. Also to mention the fact that Will cares for El just as much and would not get in the way of her happiness - her and Mike's happiness in this case. They better introduce a new man for him, one he truly deserves.

Seeing Robin heartbroken when she saw Vickie with an E broke me.

Argyle, the man that you are. The fact that he just accepted all these with ease and even offered solutions. And he even went with them to Indiana? My man.

Hopper did not just get hot. He was always so hot ever since! But guys, he lost so much weight because of torture and beatings and y'all are siiiiiick for saying he's hot now that he's basically malnourished. In real life, yes, David Harbour is fit but Jim Hopper endured a lot for you to say he’s HOT now.

JOPPER IS CANON NOW!!!!!!!

Eddie's metal concert best scene hands down. I love that man so much. It hurts to think what happened after.

The Russia plot did not stick out to me as much but I just have to trust their theory that that actually did help the kids an upper hand.

Antonov's lips are so pink, it's distracting. I wanna kiss him.

I don’t care much about Yuri but I am just glad he had a change of heart. Cutting too close to the sun but changed, nonetheless.

I never understood why Eddie and Dustin just didn't get a molotov as well. That could've helped them a lot. Or have the spears have fire as well?? I'm just so pissed cause they could've been more geared up! And the most prevalent thing is that the Upside Down's weakness is fire?? Like we have known this and why are we not using this information well?

I needed the comedic relief "I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer." gave me.

NANCY, ROBIN, STEVE WERE LIKE CHOKING FOR HOW LONG??? LIKE HOW ARE THEY NOT DEAD??? OR EVEN PASSED OUT UNCONSCIOUS??? I DON'T GET IT.

"He is the monster, Henry. Not you." is giving "This isn't you. Look at me, Henry. Look at me."

Vecna be having a choke kink.

The whole speech of Mike is so corny but it made me SOB. His feelings are genuine and whole. I do not want Mileven to crumble and fall.

As much as I hate Jason and was satisfied to see him disintegrate, he looked so distressed, it made me feel so bad. He is the best example of a greatly written character. HE MAKES SENSE (but not one that favors us). I can't imagine how he feels by all these when he literally has no idea. If he wasn't delusional, he actually had room to grow, dare I say even be part of the group. If it was only explained to him (there was never time), he could've even helped with the plan. But see, I know he will never understand anyway. It was even so soft when he showed concern with Max as of course, he just doesn't get it!! He doesn't understand what's going on and you see another person be in the same position as your bestfriend - eyes white and in a trance. NEVERTHELESS, it is his fault Max was taken. He destroyed her headphones and beat up Lucas. He needs to say hi to Chrissy for me.

Jason's friend though? Like damn, my guy, she's just a child. That was so uncomfortable to watch.

Vecna, my man, you could have executed your plan fast if you stop with the speeches every time. This is a joke. Of course he needs to narrate for us.

Steve's dream of having six little nuggets is the cutest thing. What's not cute is saying you want/wanted it with Nancy. All the Stancy scenes this season was unnecessary. Not everyone needs a romantic interest. Their character development literally started when they broke up. As much as Steve had so much character development and matured and grew, making him STILL head over heels for Nancy just proves that maybe he didn't exactly grow that much then. It would've been better if he ended his whole ass speech by saying Nancy was the one that helped him grow (which he did) and that the dream of his is something that makes him hold on and try to save the world because it is something he looks forward to with someone else now (which he didn't). They could've portrayed a healthy, platonic ex relationship with them. As much as he loved her so much before, he was thankful for that love, that he got to experience it and that he really is prepared when someone else comes along. +

+ Steve is not my favorite this season, that includes him in Volume 1. I love him being a bestfriend to Robin. What's stopping him for being that with Nancy too and not an ex longing for a comeback? Him showing he has not moved on from her also makes the bathroom scene from Season 3 all the more sad. He was already having a confession to Robin in motion but now, apparently, he's back to square one? And just because a lesbian rejected him? I love Steve so much and he will always be my favorite adult teen but babe, you're not it this season. Your whole character is a simp and babysitter of course. His character just seems like it cannot even stand on its own anymore.

Nancy, on the other hand, has developed so much she can even stand alone. She can break up with Jonathan, it would not even matter. But she does not need to get back with Steve. I love Jancy but if it’s for the better they break up, they should. Sometimes, it looks like it. And the way she cares for everyone?  You gotta see her character thoroughly. She's always been the first one to face danger. When she thinks about something, she'll do it at once, no questions asked, without hesitation. Just like what Jonathan said: she never does anything halfway. Her jumping in to go after Steve or being the first one to try and get Robin out of the vines are not necessarily acts of love but of pure instinct and bravery.

Everything is one second short? If Joyce had come a second earlier to help Hopper, that could've hurt Vecna EARLY and could’ve saved Max - that is if their theory is correct. Eddie could've been saved as well? The demobats died shortly after. The trio as well are moving so fucking slow. Mike’s speech way too long too.

I could’ve agreed if you told me Season 1 Mike was the heart of the group, but he is definitely not the heart now. His character to me is very dull and for some reason, felt like is very neglected already. Just like Steve, the character cannot stand on its own anymore. Mike being the boyfriend and Steve being the ex. As for the heart of the group? Dustin definitely is.

Eddie’s hands.

Eddie, wake up :( I don’t like this, Eddie, wake up :( hey? Hello? :( Eddie, my love. I am so sorry. You deserved to graduate. You deserved to snatch that diploma yourself. You deserved a funeral. I hate that I saw no one else mourned for you. I hate that no one fucking cared. You did not have to save the town that hated you but you did. You could've, SHOULD'VE ran. I am so sorry, Eddie. You deserved better. +

+ Dustin holding Eddie and his speech to his uncle broke me so much, I'm still crying about it. But at the same time, I just know his uncle does not even understand what "He fought and died to protect this town that hated him. He's a hero." meant because like what he knew is that an earthquake happened so what needed saving exactly.

Jonathan being the only person showing Will that he cares so much for him is what makes him a good character. He's not the best boyfriend right now but he's a damn great brother. His continuous decision to lie about their plans breaks me. He just knows he can't leave Will, El, or Joyce behind but he loves Nancy too. See the dilemma here?

Max. I can't even. I have no words. You were such an amazing addition to the group. You were the real soulmate of Eleven, you were the glimpse of normal and exciting for her and now, you’re “gone.” I love you so. +

+ BUT, your death could’ve been solidified and I would’ve accepted it. Like what I said before, deaths are inevitable - in real life or tv series. Good guys can not always win. And I hate the Duffers for copping out for Max. I don’t know what their plan is for her next season but I just hate how they left her in a coma. She could have died and yep, yeah, she did. There’s nothing that Lucas could’ve done when Jason was there, plus the destruction of her headphones.

I'm so confused why El was confused on why Lucas was at the hospital. You were there with them? Sidenote: the Hopclair hug is personal to me. My favorite underrated duo.

Basically, I’m mad, sad, and now confused. I have so many questions. Is Dr. Owens still cuffed or does the government have him? What happened to Antonov and Murray? Are they safe too? How about Yuri? Did he go to America too? What happened in the two days time jump? Did they leave Eddie’s body in the Upside Down? How did they even get out? So Suzie is still a side character? Jason’s friends’ did not report what happened in the Creel house before the earthquake, especially that Jason dies and had his body melt in half? I know that they’re hiding from the government still, but all of them are wanted at this point, are they not? I mean they freaking ran away from military. Max’s letters? They actually needed them, why is there no mention of this? Also her mom is not home? Argyle basically left his family too? YSBXUEBCI just so many questions.

I hate the fact that the Duffers are so scared to kill off people out of the main cast. Trust me, I will cry a river if it happens but it should, and it would, happen. These people care a lot about each other and would literally die for one another and I hate how somehow, it just does not happen. Why the immunity? There's no risks? They all lived happily by the end but all the newcomers were the ones to sacrifice themselves? It does not make sense to me because the new comers are the ones that are not that familiar with the group and they’re the ones to give it their all? Killing off characters is unpredictable and emotional, it causes chaos. The formula of bringing new people to the show and eventually killing them is not the way to go. Some of the main characters are even disposable at this point - not to say I hate them. I love them but it doesn't seem fair that who dies are the ones when they've barely known these people they're dying for. Most of the main in Volume 2 were bystanders and were literally just watching everything unfold. Writers are chickening out but the show is a story of found family as well and if one dies because of love, they will.

I didn’t like it very much. Somehow, it felt predictable and mellow. It was hyped for a month and it did not meet my expectations on what it COULD be - no need for me to say what things should’ve been. It’s just that it could be more.

I don’t think I have anything else to say? But if I do, I’ll get on here then.

survey #081

Where did you get your favorite pet from? I don't like picking "favorites," like I've loved every pet I've had, but I can admit I don't think I've had a bond with another pet like Teddy, the dog I had most of my life, really. I don't believe in soulmates, but especially the day I lied with him as I knew he was dying... that level of love and connection is something I can't explain, neither is the fucking pain I felt knowing he was leaving and I may never, ever see him again, in any realm of existence. That dog was my baby, my best friend. I miss him peeking up at me at the bedside asking to come up because he couldn't jump anymore, I miss him being fast asleep and just snoring so loud like an old man, haha... I just miss that dog, a lot. He was my most precious treasure. ... Oh wow I totally forgot to ACTUALLY answer the question til I re-read it, haha. We got Teddy from a family friend's friend; their dog had a massive litter and I think Lolita knew my parents were thinking of finally getting a dog, so she brought it up. Have you ever called animal control on anyone? No. When I was still a child, a horrible incident happened where my sobbing and screaming mom was very serious in threatening our neighbors she'd do it if their dogs (two big rottweilers, who I am NOT saying are evil breeds because "evil breeds" don't exist) got loose into our yard again, though. They somehow got out of their fenced yard and went on a total murdering spree of our cats, including young kittens... We had a massive outdoor cat problem, which is a VERY serious issue on many levels that I could write an essay on, but regardless, it was obviously a fucking heartbreaking thing for my family, especially us KIDS, to witness. I can still distinctly remember holding a dead gray kitten and crying afterwards. Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing? No. What was the last movie you watched by yourself? Ummmm... that's a damn good question. Hell, I think it was The Shining literally 3-4 years ago. Do you think the drinking age in the US should be lowered to 18? No; there's already too much drunk driving and yeah sure it's very easy to access alcohol, but still, I like to think most people are law-abiding individuals and that lowering would AT LEAST increase drunk driving by a small degree, maybe even more than "small." It's not just driving too, you gotta think about how bad alcohol just is, especially for a developing brain. I just don't see any potential good of lowering the legal age.

What is your birthstone? It's amethyst. Do you know anyone fluent in a really uncommon language? Not that I'm aware of. What was the last thing to embarrass you? This is probably stupid and just my extreme aversion to feeling judged and stuff, but actually the other day while Girt's family was here I shared with Mom that a good family friend/former long-time neighbor found out the gender of her baby and announced the name, and my mom is pretty much ALWAYS into talking about babies, but she acted and talked like she was confused as to why I was telling her/why she should care, which made me feel REALLY stupid and uncomfortable and therefore embarrassed. I thought she'd be interested. Do you get along with your parents usually? Usually, yes. Do you have high blood pressure? I actually have alarmingly low blood pressure, like so low I scare the nurses and doctors I see when they take my vitals; like, sometimes they don't even know how I'm not wildly swaying around or just unconscious. Many times it literally doesn't even register on the machines. I DO get dizzy very, very easily, but I mean, I'm fine, as fine as I know. We know a part of it is my nightmare prevention med, because it's actually for lowering blood pressure, but not taking it is entirely out of the question. I had problems with low blood pressure below then, though, for reasons I'm not sure of. Have you ever pumped gas? I feel like I MIGHT have once with help, but I'm not certain. What’s the last thing that you drank? I have peach-flavored sparkling water right now. Are you affectionate? Very. Ever been on a hay ride? Yep, haunted hay rides during Halloweentime are a big thing 'round here. Do you have any appointments this month? I have SO many doctor appointments these days... I literally see the dentist later today, I see my psychiatrist and temporary therapy once or twice a month, I'm going to a regular physical checkup soon, and I want to say this Friday is when I see the neurologist to do this weird nerve test that involves poking me lightly with needles powered by like very weak electrical pulses or something like that in my legs. It sounds bad, but apparently it's only mildly uncomfortable. It's to see if my leg weakness is actually a nerve problem, which we all (including the neurologist) highly doubt, but we're trying everything we can. Do you like bras that have removable straps? I don't really have an opinion here since strapless bras just don't really work for someone my size; you really need the proper support if you don't want to be stared at and judged. I don't give a shit if other people with large breasts like those kinds of bras, but I'm personally not comfortable with the idea for myself. I care too much what people think. Be honest, who is the easiest person in your life to talk to? Probably Girt, but honestly Mazzy is like, right on his ass. Both I've told serious things to/had deep conversations with where they could have been so much more difficult if they actually wanted to. Tez is also an honorable mention for sure, I've just had less really serious convos with him. Would you say you’re an understanding person? I genuinely think I'm very understanding. Are you a loud person? I know I'm capable of yelling WAY too fucking loud if I'm upset enough, Mom has told me and my throat would agree, but that is something I work very hard to avoid; I can't remember the last time I yelled really loudly. This embarrasses me quite badly for some reason, but Mom also points out A LOT that when I'm excited and/or have something I'm feeling passionate about to tell her, I talk way too loudly; she knows it makes me mega self-conscious though because I don't notice it, so she at least points it out very lightly to me now. Say something about the first person you kissed this year? This mf has the most TERRIFYING Pepe the frog version of a Pikachu plush for no other reason than he thought it was hilarious and it is the most upsetting thing I've ever seen, lmao. Did you talk to your father today? No. Have you ever gotten bitten or your hair pulled while fooling around? The former yeah, but the latter hasn't happened and I don't want it to, I can pretty much guarantee I would hate that shit. Have you ever kissed someone with braces? No. Who do you make fun of the most? Girt, but in a totally non-serious and actually adoring kind of way. He knows I find his hatred for/susceptibility towards horror games/scary stuff just adorable, and I'll tease him over it, but again, not in a mean way at all. There are other things I'll poke fun at him for, but I don't feel like thinking of them rn. Has anyone you dated ever sang to you? Yeah. Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon? I don't have any plans, no. I don't even know what's in theaters. Who is your favorite person to have a serious conversation with? Girt, so long as it's a good serious kind of convo. Do you like going to the dentist? I don't care, honestly. What do you think is the dumbest/tackiest piercing? I honestly really don't like cheek dimple dermal piercings. Who did you last eat at a sit-down restaurant with? I uh, actually am not sure. MAYBE when we went to a Mexican restaurant for someone's birthday? A bunch of people were there, basically my immediate family as well as Ashley's in-laws. Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed? My sister's couch. Is the last person you kissed a virgin? No. Who was the last person to comfort you as you cried? Girt. How many tattoos would you get? I am totally cool with being pretty much covered one day. I don't think I want any on my face, though. Are you in a “I wouldn’t mind if I lost 50 pounds” kind of mood? I would be fucking ecstatic if I lost 50 pounds, I don't have to "be in the mood" for it. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I guess a little bit darker would be fine, but I'm actually fine with being pale, though I wish my skin was clearer so it'd be like, a porcelain look. What is the highlight of your year so far? Um... idk. Would you ever want to swim with the sharks? I don't think so, but it's not something I'd totally cross out as a possibility. Does your mom like the last person you kissed? Oh, she adores him. Always has. What’s the worst thing you’ve gone through in the past year? Being hospitalized for being suicidal. This hospital stay was the worst I've ever experienced, and I absolutely fucking REFUSE to ever go to the local psych hospital ever fucking again, they're shit. Describe how you feel right now in one word? Irritated. All my mom wants to do is fight today, and god fucking forbid I disagree with her. Who last put their arms around you? Girt. Person you used to have feelings for shows up at your house, you say: Well, I'm asking him how the hell he even knows where I live. We've moved twice since splitting from him. Ever been to the house of the opposite sex when no one was home? Yeah, that was very normal when Jason and I were together, especially on the days (which were most) where I'd ride home from school on the bus with him. We always got there before his parents got off work. Is there anyone that hates you right now? She clearly does, and the feeling is mutual. Is the last person you kissed mad at you? I don't see why he would be at all. Has your best friend ever seen you naked? Not completely, no. Do you get mad when your current bf/gf talks about an ex? That's not something he really does, unless it's relevant, which doesn't bother me. It only would if it was something he did a lot and clearly wasn't over them, which he definitely is. How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? I never plan on having kids. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? Uhhhh I'll go with probably, but I don't know that with certainty. [TW: ABUSE] Do you know anybody who was abused? I know multiple people who were, including family. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT, god chopping my hair off was one of the best choices I've ever made. What was the last thing you hid? I uh am not sure. Last time you cried? I teared up a tiny bit yesterday at the end of watching an LP of Resident Evil 8's DLC that just came out. That's the only RE installment that has ever made me cry; I still can't watch the main game's ending without crying some, ha ha. How many rings do you wear daily? One. Do you think a lot when you’re taking a shower? To be totally honest, I just focus on getting it done and being careful to not slip when I need to stand up or sit back down; I have to use a shower chair because of the extreme weakness in my legs. After I finally fell months ago, Mom got one. Showers STILL suck, even when mostly sitting, just because bending and twisting and trying to maintain my balance when doing so is still a challenge. Anyone’s birthday soon? Who? And how old are they turning? Uh, I actually don't think anyone I know has a birthday coming up 'til mine on February 5th. Then my youngest niece was born... two days after me, I think? Has anyone ever told you that you are a bad kisser? No. Do you like Frosties from Wendy’s? Yeah, but they're not my favorite because of just how stupid thick they are. I prefer milkshakes that I can actually drink through a straw, you need a spoon for those bad boys. Have you ever made a drunken mistake and paid big time for it? No. Who do you think you have cried over the most? JASON. Ever gone through an emo or goth phase? Yep; even though I can't afford/am too lazy for the wardrobe part, I'm for sure still goth in my heart, haha. Have you ever had feelings for someone who was seeing someone else? Yes. Where are your parents right now? Mom's in the shower, Dad is at work I'm sure. Have you ever had a crush on a sibling’s friend? No. Do you have a favorite flower? I really like orchids and then specifically pink tulips. What is the best gift someone can give you? Really, their time. We've got a very limited amount of that, so someone spending it on you is a very kind thing. Would you rather be stuck on a desert island with your ex or a python? Jesus, give me the snake ANY fuckin day, lmao. No living species of snake could eat a full-grown (nevermind fat) person, and I can guaranfuckintee that python would want nothing to do with me and thus avoid me. I'd only potentially be in any kind of trouble if I was pestering it. Pythons are literally big, docile puppies, I love them. Would you get a shamrock tattooed to your forehead for $5,000? No, honestly. The money's tempting, but... no, I have zero desire for a shamrock tattoo. What do you smell right now? It's strange actually, I've been smelling something like burnt popcorn for a while now. Idk if Mom made something, but I'm not a fan of the smell at all. Who was the last person to tell you you looked nice? Uh I'm not sure, but probably Girt or maybe my mom?

TW Vent /talk of impure regression

Thinking about this one time me and my step mom were arguing and she called me “a little girl” and I absolutely snapped. Like I could not do anything but cry and scream at her to stop talking. Which she did, she actually paused and asked what was wrong and I half way explained that I’m not a little kid. She was so understanding and so nice about it with a “okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you. I won’t say that anymore.” And it somehow made me more angry??? Like what do you mean you understand?? Be mad at me like you were! Yell at me again! Say I’m being dramatic!!? Have a (what I deemed) normal reaction?!?

But now I think back and like, she was correct about how to handle that. She didn’t freak out at me sobbing in her passenger seat because she just knew it wasn’t the actual fight upsetting me but the word choice. I find it crazy that some people are okay?? With me having triggers?? They aren’t mad at me?? I’m allowed to be upset??? It still baffles me.

Especially now where I’m feeding into my little side a lot more, or trying to, and I can figure out why those words triggered me so bad. It’s just cause I have so many bad memories associated with being deemed immature or childish (Ahem thank you mother for that one) and now I can’t fathom a reason why it’d be okay for me to like childish things.

I had to deadass convince myself to buy a monster high doll that I’ve been wanting, I had it when I was a kid and got rid of it at 11 cause my mother said I was too old to play with dolls, I listened and threw away all my dolls. The dolls I loved. The dolls I sobbed about because I got rid of them but I never said anything as I was doing “the right thing”, but I wasn’t. I was a kid and got rid of them because of an adult. It’s fucked and it’s fucked that I still feel guilty for spending my money on something I wanted.

And sometimes when I regress I snap out of it because “what the hell am i doing?? I’m acting like a child when I’m not. I have responsibilities and should be doing them. This isn’t okay. This is fucked up and wrong.” When logically it isn’t. I like going small and doing small things like watching kids movies. It’s fun, I relax, I don’t overthink, I simply am small for a bit. But I feel so wrong.

It makes me want to sob, it’s healthy to regress and thinking about how much of a “childish baby” I am when I’m mentally seven is not a good time. It feels like I’m doing it wrong anyways cause I don’t go into baby space and tend to stay on the bigger side and can text/talk normally. But I know I’m not, I’ve been told I’m not, there’s no wrong way to regress, it’s just my own insecurities that I hate.

Okay vent over. I’m just stressed and hating life rn sry to dump this onto to tumblr but this is the only place I talk about my regression at all

oo now i get it!!

maybe svt reaction to their s/o having a bad day?

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contains: gn!reader, fluff

a/n: this was absolutely adorable so i wanted to it justice which is why it took a bit longer

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seungcheol: notices the second you step foot through the door. sits you next to him and asks you to explain what happened. he’ll then start screaming about how he’ll beat up that person/sue that establishment and then slowly calm down as he remembers that this isn’t about him. you guys end up cuddling on the couch as he continues to ramble on about ruining the life of whoever made you sad.

jeonghan: also notices straight away. straight up starts using a baby voice. “what happened to my baby?” would be so sweet, you might end up sobbing in his arms and he wouldn’t mind at all. would hold you tightly while wiping away your tears.

joshua: after like half an hour since you came back from work, he’ll go “did something happen?” and after hearing your story, he’d kiss your forehead and would go to the nearest convenience store to go get your favourite snacks. you guys would hang out in your shared bedroom, talking about anything and everything to distract you from your shitty day.

hoshi: would notice a change in attitude in you and would slowly approach you and ask you if he was the cause. when you tell him he isn’t, he still wouldn’t be relieved as he understands that he can’t even solve your problem. would try to make you laugh and uplift your mood while bombarding you w kisses.

wonwoo: deadass wouldn’t notice. he thinks you’re more quiet than usual just bc🤷🏾 so when you tell him you had a bad day, he’d wanna hit himself bc you couldn’t have been more obvious. would try to teach you how to play a certain game and get you invested in its storyline to make you forget about your day.

woozi: would notice after an hour or so. if you’re the type to be into physical touch, at some point he’ll go ??? and ask you why you aren’t holding him and if you aren’t the physical type, he’d notice due to your expression and tone. he’d ask you if you wanted to go boxing w him to get all that anger n sadness out of your system.

dokyeom: he always has the biggest smile on his face when you get back from work but it would instantly disappear upon seeing your face. he’d cautiously ask you what happened, not wanting to push you too hard. “do you want me to hug you?” and if you say yes, he’ll hold you until you fall asleep in his arms. if you say no, he’ll keep his distances to let you cool down while keeping an eye on you.

mingyu: would greet you and notice there’s something wrong by the way you reply. wouldn’t ask you what happened as he knows you trust him and would come to him if necessary. he’d just spontaneously bake you cookies and when you ask why, he’d shrug w a smile on his face: “because you like them.”

minghao: would ask you what’s up but wouldn’t expect an answer, he just wants you to know that he sees and cares. would bring you to a park so you guys can paint the evening sky in comfortable silence.

seungkwan: everyone says that he’s very empathetic so i think that him seeing you be quieter than usual would also make him go quieter then he’ll go “why are we so quiet?” and after you explain the situation, he sits you down and lets you talk about your feelings while holding your hands.

vernon: he’d actually notice without you telling him and would just hug you tightly the second you walk through the door. would put on comedy movies and would exaggerate his laughs to make you smile.

dino: would real life PANIC!! wants to be a good boyfriend bc he knows he can always rely on you and wants you to feel the same. “what happened?” the genuine panic in his eyes would make you smile, even just a little. after you tell him what happened, he’d start brainstorming about how he could help you solve whatever even tho it was something out of his power.

Touched starved

It was no secret this case had been extra hard on Spencer. Even Y/n, the newest member of the team, knew some bad things happened when he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. Most of the details were covered up though.

Spencer didn’t talk about it much. Only a few words when he felt strong enough. With having only been at the BAU for two years Y/n knew the least of what happened. 

Then again, she was a profiler. She could tell this case was having a more-than-usual bad effect on Spencer. 

It was because of the parallels, she figured. This unsub had been kidnapping and torturing victims. Having to solve it and, more importantly, knowing there was someone out there just like him, was hard on Spencer. 

His brain almost didn’t work as it ran constant flashbacks of what Hankel did to him. Like a horror movie with no ending. 

Everyone noticed, not just Y/n.

She just didn’t understand why they wouldn’t help him. They were all far closer to him than Y/n was. Prentiss, Morgan and JJ didn’t seem to be doing anything to help him but Y/n just felt like she couldn’t let him suffer in silence. She knew Garcia had tried to ask him how he was on the phone but there was only so much she could do from so far away. It wasn’t any of the team's fault though, they knew how Spencer operated.

That was how she found herself outside his hotel room on the 3rd night of the case. After seeing his condition slowly deteriorate throughout the hours they’d been on the case, she couldn’t just sit by. So dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, she knocked on his door. 

“Y/n... what are you doing here?” Spencer asked as he opened the door to see who it was. It was very obvious that in the 4 hours since Hotch had sent them to get some rest, Spencer had not slept a second. 

“I...” Y/n didn’t actually know how to answer his question. Instead, she just walked into his hotel room which caused him a lot of confusion. The puzzled look on his face didn’t stop. “I’m here for you, Spence.” She told him as she sat on his bed. 

“Obviously, you’re in my room but I don’t understand why.” He replied. His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed across his chest. At least he’d changed into a hoodie and pants. Y/n didn’t think she’d ever seen him in a hoodie. 

“Come here.” She instructed and he obliged, walking over to her so he was at the foot of the bed. “I’m here so you can have someone to talk to. Or not to talk to.” She explained. He still, very obviously, didn’t understand. “You haven’t stopped working on this case for almost 72 hours straight, that’s unhealthy. Now, you’re going to relax and just stop thinking about it.” 

Spencer huffed out a sigh. “I can’t just stop thinking about it.”

“Why?” 

“There’s someone out there who can’t stop thinking about it. He’s scared, terrified. And he’s just hoping that we can save him. But everything is telling him that there’s no one left. That they’re going to get there and be left with just his body.” Spencer hunched over as he talked, feeling as small as he looked. Tears were forming in his eyes and he was desperately fighting them. “I can’t stop working on this because we need to find out where he is. I can’t stop working on this because he can’t stop thinking about it. He’s living through the torture but he’s going to give up and want to give in to death.”

“What happened, Spencer?” Y/n softly asked as the tears started spilling down his cheeks. 

He just stood there blankly. “I can’t.” He sobbed out. 

Y/n knew about his aversion to hugs but she pulled him in for one, wrapping her arms around his slender waist. To her surprise, he leant into the embrace. 

They stayed like that for a while before she pulled back, picking up his hand. She moved back so she was sitting against the headboard and pulled Spencer over, patting her lap. He didn’t even give a second thought to lay his head on her lap. His brain could almost stop spinning as he laid there. 

Y/n moved her hand to his hair, threading it through her fingers. It was remarkably soft and fluffy. 

“What happened to you, Spence?” She asked him again. 

With tears still streaming out his eyes he could answer. “It hurt so much, Y/n. He wouldn’t stop it, no matter how much I begged. I was so helpless there.” He choked out, in a broken sentence due to his heavy breathing. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Y/n comforted again. She tested out the boundaries by running her hand over his cheek and when he leant into her hand she continued to brush the tears off his cheek. “Let it all out.”

“I couldn’t do anything!” Spencer cried. It was the most painful sound she’d ever heard. Someone so composed and always perfect falling apart. He was broken. “I just sat there while he beat me. I can still feel it. When I close my eyes sometimes I see him. It’s so stupid because I know, scientifically, I’m experiencing PTSD but sometimes I feel all the walls coming down on me.”

Y/n’s heart broke for him. “Spencer, it’s not stupid.” He cried even harder at that. 

“I just need to crack the case and save him, Y/n. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.”

Y/n moved her hand to rub his back. “I know you feel that way.” She didn’t really know what to say to comfort him. He was so often the one helping everyone else out. 

“I feel so silly for still being scared too.” He mentioned. 

“Oh, Spence, it’s okay. Hankel is dead and you’re safe now.” She soothed him, still rubbing circles in his back.

He was still bawling his eyes out, feeling unbearable sadness. “I know that. But I still see him and I can still remember every second of it.”

“You didn’t deserve any of that.” She told him firmly. “He was sick, I know you know that. You went through the worst things imaginable and you’re so strong.”

He lightly nodded. “Will it get better?”

“Yes, if you keep talking about it. To anyone. JJ?” Y/n suggested. 

“I like talking to you.” He mentioned it, quieter than before. Y/n could finally smile at that. Despite everything, Spencer was still so kind. 

“Good.” She told him as she moved her hand back to his hair. “I could see it was getting to you. With all the similarities in him drugging and abusing his victims. I can’t imagine what you went through but I’m so proud of you.” She continued, meaning every word she told him. 

The tears had stopped coming so fast now. They were still constant but a weaker flow. “I just felt so helpless when I was there.”

Y/n almost chuckled at that. “Spencer, from what I’ve heard you were the one who told the team how to find you. I think you were so brave and I know they’re all so proud of you.” She told him. 

“Thank you.” He murmured as he moved his head in her lap. She continued to comb through his hair. 

They stayed in the exact position for a while. Until, eventually, the tears stopped. 

Spencer then sat up. His cheeks were flushed red as he made eye contact with Y/n. “I’m sorry I completely freaked out.” He nervously rambled out an apology. 

Y/n couldn’t have shaken her head faster. “Spencer Reid, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“I’ve got to save him, Y/n,” Spencer told her as he moved to get up off the bed, no doubt to go to his makeshift workspace. 

Instead, Y/n tugged on his arm, not letting him move. “I know you’ve got to, Spence. But you can’t do that if you haven’t slept or relaxed in days.” She informed him. He was smart enough, and he had read at least 300 articles on the importance of sleep, to not argue with her. 

“Okay, I’ll sleep. Thanks for coming to see me.” He told her, trying to get her out of the room. 

Y/n noticed. “I don’t think so. You’re stuck with me for the night, buddy.” She told him as she pattered her lap again. 

He looked like he was thinking about putting his head on it but he stopped. “Then you won’t sleep.” He realised.

“Okay then,” Y/n said as she pulled the covers of his bed up and got in. “I hope you’re okay with cuddling.” She was a little worried he wouldn’t be into it, just because of his germaphobic nature. But her worries subsided when he got in next to her and quickly put his head on her chest, 

Y/n moved so she was lying flat on her back with her head on a pillow. Spencer put his own head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist like a baby koala would its mother. 

She moved her arm so she could wrap it around Spencer’s torso and pull him closed but he stopped her. “Can you, uh... could you do it to my, um, hair?” He nervously asked. 

Happy to oblige, Y/n moved her hand to his hair and started to run her fingers through it. “If you just want to lie here it’s fine but we can talk too.” She offered him, still unsure of what he needed. Spencer was so used to closing up that he decided to go against what his brain was telling him. 

“My parents,’ He started, “When I was little we didn’t really do touching... no one’s ever hugged me like this.” The thought of a little kid Spencer not getting hugged broke Y/n’s heart again. 

“Is this okay?” She asked, cautious of where his boundaries might lie. 

“Yes.” He hurriedly answered, not wanting her to stop for a second. “I like it. I just didn’t get hugs as a kid from anyone. And as I grew up I learnt more about germs and figured that’s why my parents repealed me.” He spoke slowly and softly like he was half asleep. Maybe he was. “But I like this. It makes me feel better.” He figured. 

“That’s good.” Y/n hummed. “I’m always here for you if you want to talk or just cuddle.” She told him. 

The smile she could feel against her chest warmed her heart. “I’d like that and please don’t stop stroking my hair.” 

She smiled at that. “I won’t.” She meant it as she leant down to place a kiss on his forehead.

Coors Banquet - Yandere!Johnny Lawrence x reader

part 2 part 3

warning: contains rape, abuse, drinking/alcoholism, breeding kink and spoilers for the Cobra Kai season 2 finale

You were sitting in your apartment sorting through bills when Johnny Lawrence called. Truth be told, you had a love-hate relationship with the man. While he had offered you a job processing paperwork at Cobra Kai twice a week, he could also be a raging asshole sometimes.

“What is it, Johnny?” you sighed, leaning back onto the couch. This better be good.

“I need you to come to the dojo as soon as you can. With all the new students we’re behind on paperwork, and I gotta get their medical information on file,” he stated, ruffling some papers around to make it sound legit. He needed you here, now. It was the perfect time.

“Wha— right now, Johnny? It’s almost midnight. I work tomorrow, can’t it wait?” you groaned.

“I’m sorry, but it can’t. Look i’ll give you a fifty dollar bonus on top of your hourly pay, alright? Just get down here,” he stated, then hung up the phone.

-

As you walked to Cobra Kai’s door, the California night chill hit your skin and caused your teeth to chatter. You banged on the glass door impatiently and Johnny swung it open immediately.

The rubber bottoms of your tennis shoes slapped the mat as you made your way to the back office, barely noticing that Johnny had locked the door behind you.

“Thanks for comin’ by, (y/n). The paperwork is just in the back, on the desk—“ he called, but you had already entered the office.

You felt the blood rush to your head. There was no paperwork; only two solid black karate belts and about ten empty cans of Coors Banquet. You backed away slowly, left heel catching on your right foot. Johnny clamped a hand around your mouth as you let out a loud scream.

“Shut up, okay? Jesus, the last thing I need is my stupid landlord knockin’ at the door. Understand?” He slurred. Of course, Johnny was drunk as usual.

You nodded, still feeling Johnny’s warm hand wrapped around your mouth. A shiver ran up your back. Wait a minute… did you actually like this?

He removed his hand and grasped one belt in his hand, making quick work out of tying your hands behind your back and a belt in your mouth.

You bit down on the belt, tasting only the bitter flavor of hard fabric.

“No hard feelings. I mean, I really love you. That’s why I’m doing this, ya know? Everyone always leaves, in the end. Heck, Miguel’s in the hospital and Carmen never wants to see me again. Kreese turned against me again and not even my own son trusts me. But you? Hell, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Johnny explains as you sob, ugly little cries escaping your mouth.

“You’re just this sweet little girl who happens to live in my apartment building. Who works for me, who always agrees with me. Yes sensei this, yes sensei that,” he trilled, mocking your voice, “God, do you know how crazy that drives me?”

You were only 25, which was young compared to him but not as young as his students. You called him sensei because everyone else did, and it was a running joke since you weren’t his student. You never knew he was so obsessed, so… infatuated with you.

Johnny dragged you out onto the mat, causing you to stumble over your feet again.

“I’m sorry to have to do this. Kick your shoes off and stand here,” he said, leaving you to stand alone.

He landed a swift kick to the back of your shins. You fell to the ground, hard, and groaned in pain.

As you lay on the ground, limp and in pain, the last thing you saw was Johnny pulling up his foot in preparation to land a kick to your head.

-

The first thing you smell when you wake up is the alcohol on Johnny’s hot breath above you.

“We’re going to be so happy, you know that? Robby will finally come live with me, and so will you. And our baby cobra will show LaRusso that I can have a happy family, too.”

Each time Johnny pushes his cock into you, you are filled with more pain than the last. You never wanted this to happen.

“What— baby cobra?” you groaned in pain, blinking your eyes open.

“I’m gonna give you a baby, and we can finally be a family. I can’t wait to tell Robby, a-and Miguel when he wakes up. You’ll be the mother you were always meant to be, and I’ll be the father I never was. The father I never had,” he explains deliriously.

He cums inside you with a heavy moan, arms still positioned on either side of you. He kisses up the side of your neck as you futilely attempt to squirm away from him.

“I don’t want to be a mom yet,” you cry, “I’m still so young a-and I have a-a career ahead of me.”

“Yeah right, a dead-end job working as a receptionist for a family dental office. You couldn’t even afford rent if I didn’t pay you to come around here every week. Anyway, you don’t gotta worry about that anymore. I won’t let you go. Not now, not ever.”

from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.