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dissociativewriter · 3 days ago

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Young Luke and Kieran AU, Sylus x nonMC!Reader | fem reader, not proofread | 787 words | Crow Family Masterlist

author’s note: HEAVY cute aggression in this one yall (the twins are so cute i need to adopt them and smother them in hugs and kisses omg), this is very cute and fluffy and sappy

requests open for crow family shenanigans!

Bedtime at the Qin household was never easy, Sylus had warned you.

“I really hate to leave you alone with them for the night,” he explained apologetically. “I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t an emergency.”

You waved him off. “It’s no problem. I love spending time with them!”

“I know you do. They love spending time with you, too.” Sylus smiled.

It faded, though, as his brow drew together. “Remember, they do have a knack for disappearing, so try to keep an eye on them. Last time I lost them, Luke apparently jumped off the banister,” he sighed, flinching as he recounted the memory as if it hurt him. “And Luke likes the crust off his bread. Kieran says it’s fine, but he really doesn’t like the crust either. Oh, and! Kieran is probably going to ask you for a glass of warm milk before bed. He saw someone in a children’s book do it and… now he thinks it’s what people do.” Sylus shrugged helplessly before continuing with a serious tone. “Do not give it to him. He’ll be very hard to resist, he’ll give you puppy dog eyes and everything, but you have to stay strong! The milk upsets his stomach. If they ask you to—”

“Sylus!” you laughed, putting a hand on his arm. “You worry too much. The twins will be safe with me, I promise.”

His shoulders dropped as all his tension eased. “I know. I trust you, I do, it’s just…” A deep breath. “This is my first time leaving them with someone else. I’m a bit scared, to be honest,” he whispered.

You softened at his quiet admission. “That’s why you’re such a good dad to them,” you murmured. His gaze snapped to yours, a faint pink tinging his cheeks.

You furrowed your brow for a moment before huffing out a laugh. “Luke, Kieran, you can come out now.”

The twins shuffled out from behind the couch, heads down in shame. “How’d you know we were there?” Luke whined.

“I’m fine with the crusts,” Kieran muttered.

“No, you’re not! You hate them, too!” Luke accused.

“They’re fine! I’m not a baby anymore, I can handle the crusts,” he said.

“Are you calling me a baby?” Luke cried.

“I’m not the one that asks Sylus to cut the crusts off every time I want some bread!”

“Shush.” You shook your head. “Say goodbye to Sylus, then we’ll get some dinner.”

“Bye, Sylus!” Luke grinned.

“Be safe! I love you!” Kieran hugged his leg.

“Wait, I love you, too, Sylus!” Luke grabbed ahold of his other leg.

Sylus chuckled, patting both their heads. “I love you both. I’ll be there when you wake up.” Sylus leaned down, pressing a kiss to their foreheads.

The night with the twins passed about as you expected. You had to pull Luke off the banister twice, be the seeker in a game of hide and seek (which you lost), and deny Kieran some warm milk before bed (which was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do).

Now, you were sat on the edge of Luke’s bed, tucking in the blankets as they both sleepily chatted about what they would do tomorrow. “Can’t we watch a movie tonight?” Luke asked.

“No, you both need to get some sleep,” you said firmly.

“I’m not tired!” Kieran grumbled.

You stared at him blankly. “You’re yawning and you can barely keep your eyes open.”

Luke sank back into his pillow in tandem with Kieran. “Can’t we at least wait for Papa to come home?” he asked slowly.

“Papa…?” you repeated.

“I want to see Papa,” Kieran agreed. “Papa… Sylus…”

You couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your lips.

As it was nearing 10:30, Sylus came through the door, crimson eyes immediately finding yours where you were dozing off on the couch.

“How were they?” he asked.

“No casualties.” You shrugged.

Sylus breathed a sigh of relief.

“Something interesting happened…” you began, fighting off your smile as you walked towards him.

He stiffened instantly. “What happened?”

“They called you Papa,” you said softly.

Sylus was quiet for a moment, the words settling over him. “…they did?” he finally asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded. “Right before they fell asleep, they were asking for Papa.”

Sylus’s bottom lip quivered. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, turning away from you. “I need a moment.”

You put your hand on his trembling shoulder. “You are their father, you know.” You gave a small smile. “You take care of them, protect them, love them. And they love you, too,” you said simply.

Sylus looked back at you, eyes glossy. “They really are my boys,” he murmured. “My little crows.”

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popcornpoppypop · 14 days ago

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The Old Man and the Time Bomb

Summary: Jess and Robby go out for Mexican food. Jess has a seizure. Robby doesn't panic until she's safe at PTMC. When she comes to, fear rears its ugly head.

Warnings: Epileptic seizure, depression, death mentioned (no one dies), service animal

A/N: I'm back in the fucking building. This OC just has me in a chokehold, and she is too fun to write, I can't ignore her. Let me know if you want more with her!

“Okay, class! Eyes on me!” Jess stood at the front of the classroom, a gaggle of rowdy middle schoolers chattering to each other. “If I don’t get eyes on me and mouths closed in five seconds, no movie next week.” Jess put her hand on her hips.

“Sorry, Miss Kahan!” They yelled as they settled in their seats.

“Okay. I know you’re ready for summer. Me too. But we still have a few weeks left and it’s my job to cram some knowledge into those brains of yours before you let them rot during vacation.” Jess sighed.

“I want you to read the last chapter in The Outsiders over the weekend.” She was met with groans and complaints.

“It’s not that bad. I could be making you do hard labor.” She smirked. “On Monday, we’ll have a round table discussion about the themes. I want you to think about what characters you connect with and why. You don’t have to write it down but,”

“Do it anyway!” They finished the sentence for her.

“Just put in a little more effort and you can feel good on the last day.” Jess smiled. The bell rang and they gathered their things.

“Can we say bye to Roger?” One girl piped up.

“I suppose you were good enough.” Jess nodded. “Roger, hop up.” Roger jumped up to sit on the table in front of the class. He softly wagged his tail as each kid petted him and said goodbye.

Jess sat at her desk, piles of papers surrounding her, mocking her. She hated the paperwork part of her job. She just wanted to teach, not grade. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She was grateful for the break.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I forgot to ask if you wanted me to pick you up or not.” Robby’s voice had a magic to it, Jess was convinced. She would feel her shoulders relax the second she heard it.

“I’m good either way.” Jess said.

“You always say that. I hate it. I just want to know what you want.” Robby laughed.

“You’re grumpy.”

“You always are.”

“Come get me, cowboy. I’m just grading papers.” Jess sighed.

“How bad is it?”

“Well, they got To Kill a Mockingbird better than Lord of the Flies. I suppose that’s a good thing.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I still wish it was better.”

“End of the year, makes everyone lose focus.”

“Yeah, but I still have to keep grades up or I get yelled at.”

“You can only do your best.” Robby said.

“Oh wow. Such sage advice. I feel all better. You should put that on a card or something.” Jess snorted.

“Ha-ha. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Robby hung up. Jess let her head fall into her hands. Roger sat at her feet, looking up at her.

“You want to grade these?” She asked him.

Robby had been to pick up Jess a handful of times, but he still felt awkward walking the halls of school after hours. He always wondered how schools all smelled the same. He knocked on the door and popped his head in.

“How’s the grading going?” He smiled as he walked in.

“Could be worse.” Jess sighed, turning her chair to face him, her glasses perched on her nose. She had untucked her blouse, and it hung loosely now. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, stray hairs framing her face.

“Jesus, this is really doing something for me.” Robby’s voice was low and gravelly, his pupils wide.

“You hot for teacher, Dr. Robinavitch?” Jess cocked an eyebrow.

“Desperately.” He hummed.

“Keep it together. You so much as put a hand on my ass and they’ll kick me out.” Jess chuckled.

“Then let's get out of here.” He held out his hand for her, pulling her to her feet. She pulled him down to kiss him.

“You’re driving. I’m getting a margherita.” Jess said, grabbing her purse and Roger’s leash.

“Yes, ma’am.” Robby chuckled as he followed after her.

The restaurant was nice. It was the best Mexican food in town and Jess loved it. She had gone to it constantly in college. She’d spent plenty of time putting back plate after plate of tacos during hangovers. But it was quiet and the lighting wasn’t harsh.

“I just can’t get Charlie to focus. I know he can do it, but he’s just not putting in the effort. I don’t know how to help him anymore.” Jess sighed as she sipped her drink.

“Sometimes you gotta let them fail. I have to do that at work with the med students sometimes.” Robby shrugged.

“I’m not as cold as you. You hard ass.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“Please. You’re worse than me.” Robby chuckled.

“How is Santos?” Jess smiled.

“Better. I hate that I had to humble her. Tried to avoid it.” He shook his head. “She still hasn’t forgiven me for putting her on the hopeless case.”

“She’ll figure it out. She’s smart. Just because it was the lesson she needed, doesn’t mean it’s what she wanted.”

“Wow. You should put that on a card or something.” Robby smirked.

“You’re an ass.” Jess sighed.

“You like my ass.” Robby bowed his head to force eye contact.

“Oh, flirty tonight. Okay.” Jess laughed. “I can flirt.” She smirked. A cop car went driving by outside, lights flashing.

“Always so competitive.” He chuckled. Jess was going to retaliate; her response locked and loaded. But she started to feel off. She fought through it.

“Well, when you’re the best you start to like proving it.” She gave a half-hearted smile.

“You okay?” Robby saw her eyes change.

“Yeah…maybe.” She cleared her throat. Roger stood up and jammed his nose into her thigh three times.

“Shit.” Robby threw the napkin off his lap and went around the table to her side.

“No. I don’t want to do this.” Jess whined.

“It’s okay. Just take a deep breath.” Robby put his hand on the back of her neck.

“My bag. My midazolam.” Jess groaned, her mind leaving her. Robby rifled through her bag and pulled the nasal spray out.

“Lean back. Good.” He sprayed up her nose.

“Ugh, taste so bad.” She groaned.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Robby said, pulling his phone out and turning the camera on.

“It’s not working.” Jess mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Robby told her.

“Everything okay?” A waitress came over, a nervous look on her face.

“Yeah, um, she’s going to have a seizure.” Robby said.

“Oh my god. Should I call an ambulance?” the young woman asked.

“Not yet. I’m a doctor, I’m going to help her through it. But can you just stand nearby in case I need something?”

“O-okay.”

“Just stand a few feet away. What’s your name?”

“Lexi.”

“Can you have your phone on you? Thank you, Lexi.”

“Mikey…” Jess’s head lolled back and forth.

“I’m here, you’re okay. Let’s get you on the floor.” He said, guiding her to lie on the floor, putting his jacket under her head. Roger lay across her legs. Jess’ body started convulsing, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Robby went into work mode. Turning everything clinical, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. He held her body, making sure she didn’t hurt herself. He kept track of time. When she wasn’t stopping after four minutes, his blood ran cold.

“Lexi, I need you to call an ambulance. Bring the phone over so I can talk to dispatch.” He said. The girl scrambled to dial the number, her hands shaking. She couldn’t be more than 19, Robby thought.

“Here.” She put it on speaker.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I have a thirty-four-year-old female, history of epilepsy in a seizure. It’s approaching five minutes since onset. Nasal Midazolam was administered to no effect.” Robby rattled off.

“Where are you located?”

“Maria’s on main street.”

“Okay, I have a unit on it’s way. Are you keeping her away from anything that could cause physical trauma?”

“Yes. I’m Dr. Robinavitch from PTMC. Let them know that’s where we’re going.”

“I’ll inform them. They’re ETA is three minutes.”

“Thank you.” Robby said.

“Here, for her foam stuff.” Lexi handed Robby a clean rag. He wiped at her mouth.

“Will you go and wait for the ambulance at the door, they should be right up the road?” Lexi nodded and ran off.

“Come on, Jess.” Robby begged as he held her convulsing body close.

“Dr. Robby, this your girl?” One of the medics came bounding over.

“Jess. Yeah.” Robby nodded.

“We got her.” He smiled. “Get the IO started I’ll pull up the meds.” He ordered his partner.

“She’s had a dose of Midazolam.” Robby said.

“Yep, it was in the call. You can just be her partner, you don’t have to be her doctor.” He nodded.

“Easier said then done.” Robby scoffed.

“I hear ya.” The medic laughed. “Meds given. Get the nasal canula on her.”

“Jess, can you hear me?” Robby held her face in his hands as she stopped shaking. He was met with a groan.

“Let’s get her on the gurney.” The medics loaded her up and they all started for the rig.

“Lexi, thank you. You did great.” Robby smiled as he ran after them. The young woman smiled and waved.

The ride to PTMC was only four minutes. To Robby it felt like an hour. Jess still hadn’t regained consciousness. Every second that passed made him more anxious.

“Dr. Robby, I need you to jump out first.” The medic nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” Robby jumped down and watched them unload Jess, Roger trotting next to her. They wheeled into the ER.

“Jess Kahan, history of epilepsy, seizure lasting six minutes.” They rattled off.

“Dr. Robby? Do you know them?” Whittaker asked.

“Yes. Where’s Dr. Abbot?”

“with another patient.”

“Get him.” Robby barked as they went into the trauma bay. The nurses started rushing around, getting her settled onto the bed.

“Hey. What the hell happened?” Jack came bursting in. “Jess? Can you hear me, kid? Come on your stubborn ass can’t wait to throw some insult my way.” He rubbed at her sternum.

“Cop car, triggered it. But she’s been stressed and she had alcohol. I should have fought her on the drinks.” Robby shook his head, getting upset with himself as the adrenaline faded.

“Yeah, like that would have gone over well.” Jack snorted.

“It was six minutes. She needs-”

“Nope, you can’t give orders here. I know what she needs too, brother. Take Roger and wait outside. He always gets upset during this shit.” Jack nodded.

“I want to stay.”

“I know. I don’t need you breathing down my neck. Respectfully, Dr. Robby. Get out of my trauma bay.” Jack pushed him back. Robby knew what he was doing, knew it wasn’t personal. “Roger, get out of here, buddy.” Jack motioned for him to move.

“Come on, Roger.” Robby grabbed his leash and walked out. Dana came rushing up to him.

“Hey, saw her pop up on the board.” She pulled him to a chair to sit.

“It was six minutes.” He mumbled. Roger put his front half on Robby’s lap as he whined.

“Shit. This the first time you saw it?” Dana scratched at the dog’s ears.

“No. Our second date she had a small one, lasted a minute. But it wasn’t bad. This was bad.” Robby cleared his throat.

“Hey, she’s tough. She’ll be okay.” Dana nodded. Robby let out a long, exasperated breath. Roger yawned and whined. “You two are two peas in a pod.” She smirked. “No wonder she wanted you. The human embodiment of her dog.”

“He’s cuter.” Robby shrugged.

“Can’t argue that.” She said, watching as Robby shrank before her eyes. “I’m going to make you some coffee. Get him some water.” She patted his shoulder and walked off. Robby watched them work on Jess from the desk, absent-mindedly stroking Roger’s head.

“She’ll be okay.” Robby murmured to himself. He saw Jack laugh and knew she had started to gain consciousness. He took Roger and ran back in.

“Jess?” Robby leaned over the bed. Her eyes were red and half-opened, face pale.

“Scared ya?” She grumbled, her voice rough and garbled.

“More than a little, yeah.” Robby nodded.

“How much of a control freak were you?” She mumbled.

“I didn’t let him. Kicked him out.” Jack said.

“Oh. Well, then. Someone found his balls.” Jess attempted to smile.

“You’re getting an MRI for that one.” Jack snorted.

“Cruel.” Jess sighed.

“Glad to see your personality is still intact.” Robby smiled.

“You look like shit.” She raised her hand to his face.

“That’s on you.”

“Roger?”

“He’s here.” Robby gave the command for him to jump on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, good boy. I know you hate the ambulance.” She scratched his chin. “Make sure he gets food soon. He can have a sandwich, I don’t care. Not peanut butter though, too much sugar.” Jess nodded.

“I’ve got him, don’t worry. You just worry about you.”

“Boring.” Jess snorted.

“Alright, they’re taking you up for imaging now. Have your teary goodbyes and all that shit.” Jack said.

“If I remember correctly, last time I had a bad one, you were the one crying.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Jack chuckled as he left.

“If you don’t have an apple juice waiting for me when I get back, I’m breaking up with you.” Jess smirked.

“Yes, ma’am. I can come up with you, ya know?” Robby held her hand.

“Naw, you’ll make everyone nervous. I don’t want to deal with that. Besides, you gotta feed my dog or he’ll never forgive you.” She squeezed his hand.

“Alright. Be nice.” Robby kissed her.

“I always am.” She said as the tech wheeled her off. Robby stood in the trauma bay for a minute, feeling like he had just run a mile.

“Come on, cap. Drink your coffee.” Dana pulled up back to his chair. “She’s doing okay. You can relax.”

“I can’t.” Robby sighed. Jack walked up, tossing two sandwiches at Robby.

“His favorite is ham,” Jack noted as he worked on his computer. Roger sat up, looking from the sandwiches to Robby.

“Alright, bud.” He chuckled as he unwrapped the food and handed it to the dog. “She seemed with it. Probably no damage.” Robby sighed, speaking mostly to himself.

“I’m telling you this because I think you should know, I don’t think she’ll hide it from you, but I could tell she was nervous. She had weakness on her left side, particularly her leg.” Jack sighed.

“What? You didn’t say anything in there.” Robby looked up at him, his brows scrunched in a mixture of anger and fear.

“She didn’t want me to say anything until she was getting imaging.”

“What the fuck, Jack!?”

“Look, she’s a proud woman. She is strong and stubborn and hates it when people look at her like an invalid. She knew if you knew, you’d get that look on your face that everyone gets. She doesn’t want pity. She barely wants empathy.” Jack was protective of Jess. Always had been, but as the years went by and they grew to actually know each other, he saw her more sisterly. He knew he shouldn’t; he was her doctor and nothing more. But she had a way of wiggling her way into people’s lives and not leaving. At some point, he stopped fighting it.

“I don’t get that look.” Robby snapped.

“You do. Everyone does. It’s worse from you because she loves you. She never wants to see it on the people she loves.”

“You should have said something, I would have gone with her!” Robby felt himself getting unreasonable, but couldn’t stop it. Roger sat at his feet, licking at the exposed ankle.

“I did what my patient requested, and I’d do it again. You aren’t her husband, Robby. You don’t have rights here. Even if you were, I still wouldn’t have said anything. You know I’m right. You’re too upset to see reason.” Jack bit.

“Alright, boys. Calm down. He’s right, Robby. Drink your coffee.” Dana sighed.

Robby took Roger and went out to the ambulance bay. He needed to cool off. He paced back and forth, every terrible scenario battering his mind. Roger kept watching him as he walked next to him, aware of the man’s distress.

“Dr. Robby, everything okay?” Mel’s voice broke his train of thought.

“Yes. Just thinking.” He grumbled. Mel stood watching him pace like a tiger in a zoo.

“It’s hard. When someone you love is ill.” She said, her arms twisted around each other with her hands clasped in front of her.

“I’m fine, Dr. King.” He huffed.

“When my mom got sick, I had to hide how much it affected me so I could care for Becca. Maybe it was also to protect myself. Anyway, it didn’t help anything.” She sighed.

“I don’t want to do whatever this is.” Robby stopped. Roger whined at his feet.

“I know. But I wanted you to know that, if you aren’t fine, it’s okay. Maybe, tell her that you aren’t fine. Before it builds up into something you can’t control.” Mel shrugged. “She’s back from imaging, by the way.” She walked back inside without another word.

“Fuck.” Robby hated when his residents schooled him, even if it happened often.

“She’s in room 2.” Jack didn’t look up from his computer, still upset with Robby. He’d be over it in an hour, but he wasn’t fighting it.

“Thanks.” Robby brushed past him to the fridge at the nurses' station, grabbing an apple juice and heading for room 2.

“I told them that girls never like stupid boys, and within a week, grades went up.” Jess laughed as she regaled Dana with her story.

“Your methods of motivation maybe controversial, but damn if they don’t work.” Dana gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“You should see what I do to get Mikey to clean my gutters.” The wicked smile he couldn’t resist plastered across her face. His anxiety started to melt away.

“Mikey?” Dana looked up at him, her face bursting at the seams from trying to keep herself from laughing.

“Don’t.” Robby warned.

“I get special permission on account of me su-”

“Okay! Dana, can we have a minute?” Robby stopping Jess before she embarrassed him beyond repair.

“Yeah, sure,” She giggled. “Jack will be in once the radiologist’s report is in.” She shook her head, laughing as she left the room.

“I was going to say such a good girlfriend.” Jess teased.

“Sure you were.” Robby sat next to her. “Your apple juice.” He handed her the bottle, his fingertips trailing down her arm.

“My hero.” She took a long sip, the sugar almost immediately making her feel better. “I feel alive again.” She flopped back onto the bed.

“How’s the leg?” Robby cocked an eyebrow.

“Ah. Abbot told you.” She rolled her eyes. “At least he waited.��

“You don’t need to hide things from me.” Robby gathered her hand in his, his thumb tracing absentminded patterns.

“I know. I’m just not used to someone who can handle this shit.” She looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

“I’m here for all of it, Jess. But when you don’t tell me things, it makes me worry.”

“I’m just waiting for you to run, I guess. It’s a defense mechanism. I’m usually everyone’s worst date story.” She looked up at him, there was a vulnerability in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

“Well, you’re my best date story. If that helps.” He smiled.

“No way.”

“Why?”

“You’re telling me that Mexican food and me pissing myself, is the best date you’ve had? That’s sad.” Jess chuckled.

“Stop. You know what I mean.” He lifted her hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss to her skin.

“What a sap.” She felt herself start to tear up.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“My leg feels weak. It’s probably just post-seizure weakness. It happens sometimes, especially after big ones.” Jess dismissed.

“Sure.” Robby nodded, seeing through her words. “We’ll figure it out, if it isn’t.” He wished he were better at comforting her.

“You don’t need to promise anything.” She wouldn’t lift her eyes to meet his.

“I don’t make promises that I don’t intend to keep.”

“You can intend to keep them all you like, but when it gets hard, intent doesn’t mean much.” Her voice was sharper than she meant it. Roger jumped onto the foot of the bed, a small groan coming from him.

“Why are you acting like I’m going to leave? Have I given you reason to think that?” Robby felt the frustration rising again.

“Everyone does. Everyone always does. When you realize that I might drop dead someday, with no explanation, you’ll think twice about this. And you should.”

“Wow. That’s cold.” Robby scoffed. There was a knock on the door and Jack appeared with a tablet in his hand.

“Got the results back. Shit. Did I interrupt something?” Jack felt the wall of irritation as he entered.

“No.” Robby snapped.

“What you got, Abbot?” Jess cleared her throat.

“Your brain is as normal as you can manage. No bleeds or damage can be seen from the images we got today. You have Todd’s Paralysis, nothing a little rest can’t cure.” Jack explained.

“I’ve never hated anyone more than fucking Todd, whoever the fuck he is.” Jess grumbled.

“We’re going to monitor you for the next hour, make sure you don’t seize again. But I’ll let you go early if this guy takes you home.” He nudged Robby with his elbow.

“I’ll watch her.” Robby nodded.

“Don’t sound so excited.” Jack huffed.

“He’s upset that I’m a realist.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“Pessimist.” Robby said.

“Sure. Whatever. I’ve done this before, don’t forget. Jack’s seen the boys who leave as soon as the nurses take over. Never hear from them again. I’ve watched as the infatuation turns to apprehension and disgust.” Jess hissed.

“Boys, boys. Not men.” Robby spat.

“Oh, right. You think you’re more of a man than them? Because you stayed? Because you fed my dog a sandwich? Is that how low the bar is?”

“I don’t think, any of this is constructive or whatever the therapists say. Maybe you should take a breather.” Jack cleared his throat.

“Why are you doing this? Huh? What did I do for you to act like this all of a sudden?” Robby flailed his arms as he spoke.

“I’ll be back when you two calm down.” Jack scurried out of the room.

“Nothing! You just can’t handle the truth! I get it! I do, it’s a hard pill to swallow!”

“Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this! How do I convince you that I’m staying!? I don’t want to go anywhere!” Robby rubbed a hand over his face.

“I don’t know!”

“You’re just as scared as me, that’s what this is!”

“Yes! I’ve been terrified since I was eleven and shaking on the floor of Mrs. Perkins' classroom! I’m scared of this getting so good I can’t live without it and waking up from a seizure half myself or never waking up again!” Jess sobbed.

“Jess…” Robby jumped up and wrapped her in his arms. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept going.” He murmured into her hair.

“I pushed you.” She cried. “I pushed, because I just…I never know how to act when people care.” She looked up at him, wide-eyed and red-faced.

“Me either.” Robby hummed.

“I…I think I love you. I don’t want to be the reason you grieve one day.” She hiccupped. Robby tucked her hair behind her ears.

“I know I love you. I know you’re scared. But, if you go before me, I’ll see it as a privilege to have loved you so much, that I’m riddled with grief.” Robby kissed her forehead.

“The old man and the ticking time bomb. Who goes first?” She smirked.

“Couldn’t stop yourself, huh?” Robby chuckled.

“I can’t give you what other women can.” She sighed.

“I don’t want other women.”

“I can’t be the homemaker. I can’t guarantee a clean house or a cooked dinner.”

“I don’t want a homemaker. I’m in my fifties, not from the 50s.”

“I won’t have kids. I won’t put them through this.”

“I don’t need kids to have a fulfilled life.”

“I kick puppies.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to get you to stop countering me.” Jess pulled him down to kiss her. Robby happily obliged.

“I think Roger might have something to say about that last one.” Robby laughed.

“I will give you more dogs, though.” Jess smiled.

“I like dogs. I get to pick the next one.” He gave Roger a pat on the head.

“We’ll see.” Jess ran her fingers through his hair.

#the pitt #the pitt fanfiction #dr. robby #dr. michael robinavitch #dr. robinavitch #dr. robby fluff #dr. robby x reader #robby robinavitch #dr. michael robinavitch x oc #michael robinavitch x reader #dr. michael “robby” robinavitch x reader #noah wyle #tw epilepsy #tw death #tw depression #tw service animals

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dumpywrites · 5 months ago

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Ugh! - Jeon Jungkook

Prompt: “Aren’t we done?”

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Pure fluff, tsundere Jungkook?, exes that are so not done with each other lol

Pairing: Jungkook x she/her reader

Word count: 2.8k

a/n: I wrote this while picturing pouty and bratty Jungkook, so instead of simp Jungkook we ended up with somewhat of a tsundere one lol

It had been officially the first day of waking up being single again after not in seven months. Previously you had been single for a while too, so it was not like this was something new for you, it was just… odd. The wound was still fresh after all.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the first thing you saw was your puffy eyes. You had been crying, bawling your eyes out to sad songs, basically putting alcohol to your freshly cut wound. Life must continue. Even if you were in the verge of losing your mind, you still had to wake up.

It was your first (and apparently last?) big fight your now ex, Jungkook. You for one, never liked how the guy would doomscroll through tiktok and instagram for hours and hours and ignored you. Not only that, he ended up losing sleep too. Yes, you had your own fair share of consuming social media, same as everyone else, but you never let it disturb your health. Still, he never changed for the better, since the beginning you found out about it.

So when one day you found out the guy was sent to hospital due to exhaustion, your first reaction was to be upset and pissed, instead of a more logical reaction. The fight ended up spiraling, branching into digging old unresolved frustration you had, worrying about his well being. Jungkook being a stubborn guy he was, turned full defense mode. Then the word was spoken.

Everything had now led you to this exact moment, where you had to open your door to your ex in the morning, while looking like a complete mess.

“Do you really need to come this early in the morning?!” You asked, annoyed.

Jungkook was in his usual black oversized hoodie. You could see his beanie peeking through from underneath, it was in the same pitch black color. He looked like he didn’t even take a shower before showing up. Eye bags could be seen decorating his round doe eyes.

“My PS5 is here.” He argued.

“I can just mail it to you or something.” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, I wanna play the new game I just got!” He walked past you, totally ignoring your scoff.

“You can’t just do that.” You sighed, following him from the back.

“You’re dramatic.” He said as he unplugged the console from your TV.

You watched as he took the controllers and the cables and collected them all in his arms. “You need a bag with that?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

Once he was done, man stood up as he somehow managed to grab everything in his hands. He looked like he was struggling, but you knew the man too well that he would never let you know about it. Your eyes fell on a few of video game CDs left on your drawer.

“You sure that’s everything?”

“Yeah.” He looked at you with a frown.

“If you say so.” You eyed the games again and shook your head. Somehow refusing to say a thing. “That’s all?”

“Uh-huh.” He said, not moving from where he stood.

“Then?”

“Then what???” The audacity of this man to sound offended.

“Why aren’t you leaving?!”

“Just making sure I didn’t leave anything.” He said and finally made his way to your door.

There was a very faint hit of his fragrance came to you as he walked right past. You hated how your heart could betray you so quickly because it got you so worked up over the smell.

You walked him to the door with words unspoken. You swore you saw him almost bending down, like he was gonna kiss you goodbye. It was probably a muscle memory, but he managed to stop himself before doing anything.

“Bye.” He quickly said.

“Bye, Jungkook.” You closed the door behind you, avoiding to spend any more second in his eyes.

The first few days after breakup were supposed to be the hardest. At least that was what you heard from your friends. So, in order to distract yourself and to avoid spending your free time crying, you invited some of your friends to join you for a short karaoke session after work.

“Explain to me why are you inviting us and why are you paying again?” Somi asked.

“Jungkook just dumped her.” Mingyu snickered.

Somi gasped. “I’m so sorry to hear that, are you okay?”

“I dumped him.” You glared at your other friend, correcting him. “I need a distraction.”

“Karaoke, is your idea of distraction?” Mingyu looked at you in disbelief. “Your ex literally has a whole karaoke bar in his house—“

“Shut it.” You put your hand over the guy’s lips, cutting his sentence short. “I can just go with Somi if you don’t want to.”

“Fine, I’m sorry!” The taller guy whined and followed you and Somi to the karaoke room.

Doing karaoke was fun, but it did not do any help. Every song seemed to constantly remind you of him, and you spent the whole two hours holding and containing yourself so it would not show.

You decided to record an Instagram story. Deep down there was this tiny bit of hope on Jungkook seeing your story, since you didn’t block him and all. Maybe if he saw, he could see how you could have fun without him just fine.

“I think I lost my voice…” Mingyu said as all of you exited the room.

“No one asked you to sing three Adele songs in a row.” Somi laughed.

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard you sing like that!” You laughed along with the girl. “Thanks for coming though, that was—.”

You were stunned upon seeing who was right in front of the entrance. Your boyf— ex, was walking back and forth, looking antsy. The extremely baggy t-shirt he wore was flowing due to the wind blowing outside, along with his hair.

“Why are you here?” He asked, posing a dumbfounded expression.

“That’s my line.” You folded your arms.

“Can’t I go out with my friends?!” He rolled his eyes.

“Jungkook, you have a karaoke room in your house.” You rolled your eyes. “Plus I don’t see anyone with you.”

“They’re not here yet.”

“Uh huh.”

Somi and Mingyu both eyed each other, seemingly holding their dying laughter.

“Are you not gonna go inside?” You asked him.

“Are you not gonna go away already?!” He retorted back.

Maybe you were being sensitive, but there was a slight pang in your chest, hearing him telling you to go away.

“Jungkook my dude, I honestly thought you were brighter than this.” Mingyu chuckled, dragging you by your shoulder. “Come on miss girl, we are going home now.”

Somi politely smiled at the guy before running to catch up with you and Mingyu. You glared at him one last time before turning your glance away.

It was two in the morning that you heard your phone rang on a random Wednesday. You were barely awake and your room was dark enough that made it hard for you to see the caller name. But the heart and bunny emojis were a dead giveaway. You still had not changed his contact name.

“How do you insert back a hoodie drawstring?”

You looked at the hanging clock on the wall again after hearing that ridiculous question. “Do you know what time this is???”

“You borrowed this hoodie last time so maybe you ruined it.”

“Jungkook, you can’t be serious right now.” You sighed. “That was like what, a month ago?!”

“Yeah, but I haven’t worn it since.” He retorted.

“Can’t you just look up youtube tutorials or something? I can’t believe you called me just for this…” You complained.

There was a short pause from the other line before he spoke again. “I’ve tried it, it’s still won’t go in. You fixed my other hoodie before too.”

You sighed again. Knowing the guy, you were sure he was pouting and looking miserable. “Hook a safety pin on one end of the string, that way you can easily slide it through the hole.”

“Alright, I’ll go get a safety pin.”

“Cool, I’m hanging up now.”

“You’re not gonna wait until I’m done with it?”

“Do I have to?!”

“Right.” His voice went low. “I’m sorry, thanks for picking up the call though.” He said before ending the call.

Later on you spent the next hour fighting with yourself on whether you should text him just to ask if he managed to fix his hoodie or not. You ended up falling asleep before you actually send any chat bubble.

Time passed and the next thing you knew, you were batshit drunk, asking for another shot at the bar with your already ruined makeup.

You didn’t know why you decided to go drinking alone. Work was getting to you and all the pent up stress was just too much for you to bear for the day. At times like this you would usually call Jungkook, and man would show up at your doorstep no questions asked. No matter the time, he would always be ready to cheer you up. Now with him gone and him being the main reason you were miserable as well, alcohol was calling your name.

As the bartender fixed you another shot, you took out your phone from the back pocket. Your vision was a bit blurry but you could still make up what was on the screen. There was an unread notification from Jungkook, blabbering about the games he left at your place and that he wanted to pick them up.

Without much thinking you replied with, “Can’t. Too busy drinking my feelings away.”

Not even thirty seconds later, a call rang.

“Hello?”

“Where even are you???” Jungkook asked. He sounded serious, the tone of his voice was laced with worries.

“I’m at Joe’s.” You giggled, clearly not thinking straight. You were still sober enough to know what you were doing, but not enough for you to make a logical decision.

There was a long sigh from the other line. “I’ll pick you up.”

“N-No! Kookie— I mean—“ The call was already dead when you protested.

Your rescue came just around ten to twelve minutes later. Your rescue came in a form of a beautiful man dressed in washed out grey hoodie, ripped jeans, fluffiest hair, who just happened to be your ex. He came to the bar and leaned over to ask the cashier about your order, paying for them. He sighed and turned to your direction again.

He took you by the wrist. “Let’s go.”

You, undoubtedly still affected by alcohol, started to feel all kinds of things. Looking away, all you said was “No.”

But you let him drag you from the seat, just silently holding your hand and guiding you to his car.

The drive was silent and Jungkook didn’t even bother to turn the music player on. You avoided looking at his direction as best as you can, instead you tried to focus on fidgeting your own fingers.

“You sure you can manage on your own?”

You only nodded.

“I know I’m not one to talk but please take care of yourself. Don’t go drinking alone like this ever again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.” He sighed, running fingers through his locks. “You sure you can go to your room alone?”

“Why did you come?”

Jungkook looked at you, as if you were speaking in foreign language.

“Aren’t we done?”

Truthfully, you didn’t want him to leave. Seeing him this close all you wanted was to jump into his embrace and to never ever let go. But as drunk as you were, you were still confused, hurting even. He was so eager to say yes when you asked for a breakup. It just did not make any sense to you as to why he kept reappearing in your life, as if he never wanted to leave in the first place.

“Kook, aren’t we done?” You repeated.

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “Look, let me just help you inside.”

And so you let him grabbed you by your shoulder, helping you inside your apartment. He guided you to your couch and fetched a glass of water. You took a few sip of the water and leaned back against the sofa, closing your eyes due to the dizziness.

“You good?”

You were not. How dare he, asking that question, knowing he was the main reason you were far from being okay in the first place.

“No.” The alcohol in your system was making you honest.

Jungkook looked hesitant, but he took a seat next to you. “Want me to stay?”

You couldn’t voice a respond, instead your thoughts wander at the video games that he left, still sitting prettily under the television, now seemingly forgotten yet again. You refused to say a thing. Somehow you hoped it would be his another excuse to keep contacting you.

“I’ll help you change and then I’ll leave. Okay?”

You barely nodded. He grabbed you by your wrist and helped you to your room. Throughout your relationship you never really got drunk. That was why it when he helped you out of your clothes and gently changed it to a new one, even went for a cotton pad and a makeup remover (after looking for it for a solid five minutes) and helped cleaning your makeup, it made you fell in love with him all over again.

He watched as you rested your head against your pillow, eyes barely opened. He looked around the room, finding something to do, anything. Anything just to keep him staying longer.

“Thank you.” You said in an almost whisper.

“Can I stay?”

Your eyes widened just a bit but you couldn’t find yourself to refuse his offer. You nodded and hugged your plushie close.

“I’ll help you change the bedsheets tomorrow.” He said as he joined you in bed next to you.

He was hesitant at first, but ended up putting his arms over your waist. Both of you fell asleep with him resting his head on yours. The alcohol was definitely playing its part cause if you were sober, you knew you would just spend the rest of the night wide awake, heart bursting out from your chest.

The morning came with a headache served next to it. The first thing you notice was a light snore, and the next quick seconds you noticed a tattooed arm draped around your body. Looking up all you saw was his long eyelash and his slightly ajar mouth that you wanted so badly to kiss. You did let Jungkook stay the night after all.

Feeling your body shifting, the man spoke with his eyes still closed shut. “You awake?”

“Yeah.” You replied. “I need to go brush my teeth…”

Instead Jungkook held you tighter. “Trust me, I’m insecure about my morning breath as well but give me a few more minutes.”

You didn’t say anything back, too afraid he could feel your heart beating rapidly, in which he most probably could.

“Can I stay?”

“What do you mean? You’re already here.”

“No, I mean stay with you.” He finally opened his eyes, vision immediately towards you. “In our relationship…”

Your eyes widened.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m a stubborn person and I worry you a lot…” He sighed. “I’ll try my best to change, and for that I need you with me.” His arm moved to grab your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

A tear unknowingly escaped your eye and you giggled. The whole seven months of dating him, you had never seen this side of him. Not even at the day he confessed his feelings for you. You never knew how he could be so… sweet. Even sweeter than what you were used to.

“Hey, don’t cry! I’m sorry…” He swiped your tears with his thumb quickly.

You responded by hugging him, burying your face on his chest.

“Uh, so does this mean…?” The boy asked skeptically.

“I miss you.” You said with voice muffled by the material of his t-shirt.

A small chuckle left him and his body relaxed, hugging you back. “I miss you too, you have no idea.”

You smiled, pulling away slightly to look at him. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna forget about your games again.”

He smirked. “I knew I left them when I first took my playstation.”

“Then why didn’t you take them?!”

“I was dragging this out as long as I possibly can.” He sheepishly smiled, cheeks turning pink. “Why do you think I was even at that karaoke bar that day?!”

“I knew that was fishy!” You laughed. “Aww, you really did miss me, huh?”

“Yup.” He squeezed you in a big hug and peppered your face with smooches.

“Jungkook!” You giggled.

He suddenly moved to being on your top and caged you in between his arms. An evil smirk visible on his lips. “Ready to see how much I miss you?”

Safe to say he made you stay on the bed just a few hours more.

Thank you for reading! 🎮

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #jungkook x y/n

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women-are-hot · 1 month ago

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You can write something along the lines of jessie and reader realising themselves that they like one another then like someone else seeing that too

HEAVEN • J. FLEMING

pairing: jessie fleming x female!reader

summary: what the request said

warnings: idiots in love basically. amercia?

a/n: bye, i found this in my drafts and decided to post it.

when jessie fleming joined the portland thorns, you didn’t expect to talk to her much.

she was a famous player, quiet and focused. you worked as a video analyst. someone who stayed in the background, editing clips, tracking runs, and staying out of the way.

but jessie wasn’t what you expected.

she didn’t act like a star. she was quiet, yes, but not distant. she walked around the training center with her hoodie up and her head down, like she didn’t want to be seen. you understood that. you were the same.

you met properly after a practice one day, when you were both hiding from the media.

you were sitting on the floor in the hallway, eating a granola bar and trying to fix a broken file. jessie walked in, looked surprised to see you, then pulled out her earbuds.

“you hiding too?” she asked.

you looked up. “i work here.”

she smiled a little. “that doesn’t mean you want to talk to reporters.”

you nodded. “true…”

jessie sat next to you, pulling her knees to her chest. she didn’t say anything else for a minute.

then you offered her half of your granola bar.

she raised an eyebrow. “what’s in it?”

“mostly glue, i think,” you said. “with a little protein.”

she laughed softly. then took it.

that was the beginning.

—

you and jessie didn’t become friends quickly. it was slow. quiet. small things.

she would wait for you after practice. she would ask about her sprint stats, or sit next to you on the team bus, even when other seats were open.

you would send her game clips with little jokes written in the notes. sometimes she’d send a meme back.

it wasn’t loud or romantic. it was just… good. safe. easy.

when it was just the two of you, something relaxed. you were both shy around other people, but together, you joked more. smiled more. you felt like yourself and you were starting to think she felt that way too.

—

one rainy afternoon, you were working in the film room when jessie walked in.

she didn’t say much. just came in, looked at your screen, and sat next to you.

“is that my running data?” she asked.

“your slow-motion jogs, yes,” you said.

she gave you a look. “you know i hate when you call them that.”

“it’s my job to tell the truth,” you replied, smiling.

she laughed. a soft sound, but it made you warm inside.

jessie leaned in a little closer, watching the screen with you. her shoulder touched yours. neither of you moved away.

you thought:

maybe I’ll say something. maybe this is the moment.

then morgan weaver, jessie’s teammate, walked into the room.

“jessie!” she said, smiling. “you hiding in the film cave again?”

jessie stood up fast, like she’d been caught. “just… checking something.”

morgan looked between you two, then smirked. “sure.”

jessie walked out without saying goodbye.

morgan looked at you. “you know she only ever comes in here when you’re here, right?”

you tried to act casual. “maybe she likes stats.”

morgan raised an eyebrow. “yeah. or maybe she likes you.”

you looked down at your keyboard.

you didn’t say anything. but your heart was racing.

—

that night, jessie sent you a message.

it was a cartoon of two shy people looking at each other without talking. the text said:

“introverts in love.”

you stared at it for a long time.

then replied:

you: “that’s us, huh?”

jessie: “only if you think so.”

you: “i do…”

jessie: “…so do i.”

you smiled. for a while, you just looked at your phone. it felt simple. it felt good.

—

you didn’t talk about feelings right away after the “introverts in love” text.

jessie still sat beside you at lunch, still dropped by the film room and leaned over your shoulder like it was no big deal. still smiled at your dumb jokes and walked next to you in quiet, easy silence.

but something had shifted. small, soft, but real.

then one afternoon, after training, she stayed behind while you packed up your gear.

you turned and found her standing in the doorway, hoodie half-zipped, water bottle in hand. she looked a little nervous.

“hey,” she said.

“hey,” you smiled. “here to critique my edits again?”

she stepped in a bit closer. “no. i… was wondering if you wanted to get coffee with me. like. not just coffee. more like… date coffee.”

you blinked. then blinked again.

and then, thankfully, you smiled.

“i’d really like that,” you said. “like, a lot.”

jessie let out a quiet breath, like she’d been holding it for hours.

“cool,” she said. “okay. cool.”

you both just stood there, smiling like total dorks.

—

it wasn’t anything fancy. a quiet little coffee shop near the river. soft music, tiny tables, no one really paying attention.

jessie wore a gray sweater. you wore something that didn’t have your staff badge on it, which felt like a big step.

you sat in the back corner and talked. about nothing. about everything.

she laughed when you told her about the time you deleted a whole week of training footage. you listened as she told you about her favorite childhood memories.

when the shop closed, you both just stood outside under the streetlight, not ready to say goodbye.

she looked at you, hands in her coat pockets. “this was really nice.”

you nodded. “yeah. i liked this. a lot.”

pause.

then jessie stepped closer. your heart jumped.

“can i…?” she started.

you nodded before she finished.

she kissed you, slow and soft and a little shy.

and when she pulled back, you were both smiling.

something had changed, and neither of you wanted to go back.

—

you tried to keep it lowkey after that kiss.

really, you did.

but you weren’t that sneaky. and the team? definitely not blind.

they noticed the way you always walked in together. how you handed her her water without being asked. how she laughed at your jokes now. your jokes.

but it all came crashing out after a game at home.

you were helping jessie with her cleats in the hallway, leaning in to say something. she kissed your cheek before walking off. just a quick, natural little thing.

unfortunately, morgan weaver and sophia smith saw the whole thing.

complete silence.

then-

“OH MY GODDDD!” morgan yelled, echoing through the walls.

jessie froze. you nearly dropped the gps tracker in your hand.

sophia blinked. “wait, are you guys… are you dating?!”

you looked at jessie. she looked at you.

then she just shrugged and said, “something like that.”

—

after that, it was over. no hiding.

morgan made fake wedding invites. sophia sang dramatic love songs in the gym.

but they were happy. the whole team was. because they saw it too. how she smiled more now, how you were a little bolder when she was near.

and even though it started small and quiet and careful, it had grown into something real.

and real things don’t need to be loud to matter.

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sdmnpact · 2 months ago

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Protective.

Wroetoshaw x Reader

[] Part Two of Mean

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You and Harry have been dating for four months now. He is just head over heels enamored with you. Just like Ethan, Harry became super protective over you. He really wants to keep you out of the limelight at all costs. With Ethan, people knew that you were his one of his best friends but that's all you were, friends. Now you were also Harry's girlfriend.

Harry knows how many fan girls he has and knows that things can get out of hand if people knew he had a girlfriend. He sees the hate Freya, Faith and the other sidewomen get and doesn't want you to have to go through any of that. Besides you already get enough hate as it is hanging around Ethan.

Harry loves you so much and is just very protective over you- maybe too protective at times and it's not like he's possessive either, he just wants to keep you happy.

He's struggling to keep doing it because he just wants to hug and kiss you whenever he wants. He's even hiding it from the crew, only the six other sidemen and their missus know.

You attended the charity match and sat with Faith and Olive. You were obviously there to support Ethan but only you guys knew it was more for Harry. After the match he fought so hard to not run up and kiss you or give you a hug while spinning you around.

He stole glances at you throughout the whole match. Sidemen twitter also realized this and came close to finding out about you two because of the amount of time he looked in your direction.

"Why does Harry keep looking that way?"

"Does he like Y/n?"

"Maybe a family member was in the audience?"

"I think he couldn't keep his eyes off a girl in the audience."

"Why was he staring at Faith so much?"

Those tweets and others along those lines filled ukyt twitter. Harry realized that he was too bait with it. You told him that you should just tell people but he was hesitant.

Finally you and Harry were out one day and ran into some sidemen fans. After being so protective over this secret, and fighting to keep it hidden, you run into some fans and the secret was ruined.

Well not ruined, because you were tired of this secret.

The moment the fans came up, Harry pushed you away and told you to leave.

You didn't move and stayed there. He looked at you, worry evident in his eyes but you didn't budge. You actually reached for his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it, reassuring him.

He was tense but you felt him calm down with your hand pressing against his.

"Oh my god Harry, nice to meet you!" The fans raved about your famous boyfriend. You loved hearing this up close. The way he made people happy just brought you so much joy.

"How's it going guys!" He said cheerfully.

He took pictures with them and talked with them for a bit.

"Oh my god Y/n! Are you guys dating?" One of the girls in the group asked you shyly.

You smiled. "Yeah, we are." You said proudly.

"We saw you guys back there, you guys are so adorable together! Can I take a picture with you?" You were a bit taken aback because no one ever asked for a picture with you but if you're gonna be Wroetoshaw's girlfriend you might as well get used to it.

"Of course!" You said excitedly. You took a couple pictures with the girl as you looked towards Harry. He looked very worried and nervous but you shook it off.

"Okay well bye! Nice meeting you all!" You both said goodbye to the fans.

"Baby, what was that?" He asked slightly upset.

"Harry, let's just tell people. I'm tired of hiding. I wanna be with you, I wanna hug you in public, I wanna meet the rest of your friends. I just want to be in a normal relationship with you." You admitted.

"I know. I'm so sorry I've been treating you like this. I just want to protect you from this life."

"I understand that and I appreciate it but I think I'll be able to handle it. The other girls handle it and they seem fine."

"Yeah but you're my princess, I love you too much to let anything happen to you."

"Aww, Harry, I love you too." You guys hugged and kissed. Finally a public kiss. You heard faint 'awws' come from the group of fans as they were still close by. Your heart was so full in this moment. You were just happy you can finally show the world how proud you are of your man.

~~~

A/n

I've just realized the timeline does not make sense but it's a fic so do with that what you will 😭. Hope you enjoyed!

#wroetoshaw #harry lewis #harry lewis fic #wroetoshaw x reader #w2s #british youtubers #fanfic #sidemen #sdmnpact

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oceantornadoo · 8 months ago

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pockets of possessiveness (john price x lieutenant f!reader)

you knocked on his door with your pillow in hand, feet freezing on bare tile. after a second, you heard a gruff “come in”, and pushed open the door to the sight of your captain smoking a cigar with paperwork spread around him. he looked up at you syrup-slow, eyes dragging up and down your body.

“whose clothes are those?” you peeked down at the oversized tee and boxers you wore. “mine.” he grunted. “y’ make it a habit buyin’ shit that doesn’t fit.” you rolled your eyes, stomping over to the couch you came for. “yes, actually. i like to buy oversized shirts and men’s boxers are extremely comfortable and cheap.” his hat was off, which meant you could see the slight rise of his eyebrows, disbelief in his vision. “‘s long as they aren’t johnny’s.” you took a while to answer that, instead dropping your pillow on couch and making yourself comfy, taking out the blanket he tucked away in a box underneath. “‘m not dignifying that with a response.” a small smile tugged at his lips, fond affection spreading slowly. he turned his desk lamp away from you so the harsh glare was no longer in your eyes. “g’night, sweetheart.” you closed your eyes. “night, cap.”

it was way too early in the morning for someone to be bothering you on your day off. you felt a presence standing over you and groaned, hand reaching out to push him away. “go back to sleep, sweetheart. was jus’ sayin’ bye.” your hand landed on his bicep, tugging him down to crouch before you. blearily, you opened one eye, watching the movement of your hand travel to his neck, wrapping around the strands with his hair. he understood you immediately, moving closer til your foreheads touched. you sighed on contact, his smell of cigars and pine seeping into your skin. “got to go, baby. i’ll lock the door so y’ can sleep ‘s long as you want.” you whined a little, then acquiesced with a nod. “‘m not sleepin’ with johnny.” he let out a big sigh. “i know.” you were both silent for a bit, breathing in each other’s presence. for a second, you could imagine it was under different circumstances. with no ranks between you and only lazy sundays like this. instead, you dropped your hand and he rose up, pinching your hip in goodbye.

“y’r not goin’. it’s a suicide mission.” you huffed at his attitude, crossing your arms over your chest so he couldn’t see your hands trembling. “but it’s made for my skills, cap. why else would they assign it to the team?” you looked to the rest of your task force around the room, making eye contact with them individually. “anyone?” gaz tried to speak and you shut him up with a look, already knowing he was going to take his captain’s side. johnny was oddly silent, eyes tracing patterns on the floor. “captain’s right. ‘s yer death if y’ go.” ghost’s voice was low and gravelly in the silence of the room. that was it - overruled by your fellow lieutenant. with him on your captain’s side, you had no shot. “fine. i’ll just not do my job.” you avoided john’s gaze, instead staring a hole into the side of simon’s face. the idiot turned and faced you, cocking his head in silent argument.

i hate you

no you don’t

you’re wrong

you know i’m right

whatever. you’re still on my shit list.

the meeting ended and you beelined for the door. despite your fervent strides, john caught up with you, tugging you into the nearest room (your quarters), before you could run away. you unlocked the door without acknowledging him, letting him follow you into your sacred space and locking the door after him. “‘s for your safety, sweetheart.” you whipped around, pushing him into the door with a finger on his chest. “no, john, it’s for you. you not trusting me, not trusting my skills.” he grabbed your finger with his hand, dwarfing it in his rough warmth. “‘s not that i don’t trust you. i don’t want- i can’t see you killed.” somehow in the darkness of the room, you could see his eyes pleading, an unusual vulnerability for your captain.

“you can’t be this possessive and still not fuck me, captain.” you mocked him with his rank, pointing out the one big problem between you. “y’ know it’s more than fuckin’, sweetheart. woulda done it a while ago ‘f it was jus’ that.” oh. oh. you had guessed, slightly, but to hear him say it was…new. “next time, can you tell me that before going all caveman in front of the team?” his grip on your finger had loosened, his hand spreading out your own so he could link the two together. your palms were over his heart and you could feel its heavy beating calm slowly. “y’ didn’t know?” you shook your head, eyes focusing on the sight of your hands intertwined. your left hand to be specific, his fingers rubbing your ring finger absentmindedly. “don’t want t’ see you hurt because i care for you. and i don’t mind using my position t’ ensure it.” he leaned in, and for a heart stopping moment you thought he would kiss you. instead, he kissed your forehead, lips resting for a second. “we okay?” you nodded against him, feeling the scratch of his beard. “yeah, john, we’re okay.”

john was two seconds away from tugging you off the dance floor, ripping off the scrap of fabric you wore, and taking you in front of the entire club. you had begged the team to go clubbing after the mission, and with gaz and johnny on your side, your prayers were answered. you’d found the perfect thing to wear in a local shop - a scrap of a dress in your favorite color that showed off almost all of your skin. of course, you’d done shots with gaz and johnny, and now the three of you were on the dance floor, dancing the night away. “gonna break that glass, captain.” ghost nodded towards the tight grip price had on his whiskey, knuckles white and strained. he loosened slightly at his lieutenant’s words, gaze never leaving your figure. “fuckin’ hell.” ghost muttered, tracking the figure of his captain’s obsession. johnny had joined you from the back and gaz from the front, the three of you grinding like there was no tomorrow. johnny’s fingers gripped your waist while kyle’s brushed your shoulders, occasionally running up and down your arms. “cap-“ but he was already moving, glass empty and dropped on the table as price made his way to the dance floor.

“‘m cutting in.” your captain peeled his two sergeants off you, sending them scampering and snickering with a glare. “didn’t know you danced, john.” he didn’t, just stood unmoving with arms akimbo and possessiveness flaring in his eyes. “come on.” you grabbed his arm and dragged him through the crowd, finding a dark corner for the two of you, away from the team. “took you long enough to come get me.” you giggled. he raised an eyebrow, resting his hands on your waist as you swayed to the beat of the music. “y’ sayin’ that was all for me?” you nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. instead of replying, he flipped you around, tugging you into him until there was no space between you. you started grinding, not the false imitation of what you were doing with johnny and kyle, letting the beat move your hips. “a worse man might take advantage of you, darlin’. so pretty an’ willing f’ me.” he was right next to your ear, beard scraping your soft skin.

“doesn’t make you worse, john. it makes you human.” huh. he’d never thought of it that way, that he was just a man instead of a captain. he contemplated it, that gray area, as you moved one of his hands from your waist to your lower stomach, pressing it above your core. “‘s not taking advantage, john. i’m not drunk, just tipsy.” he pressed harder against you, drawing out a moan in the darkness as you felt that familiar coil of arousal. you could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans, the thin material of your dress barely a barrier. “don’t want our first time to be in a filthy club bathroom, baby. when i fuck you, i’m goin’ to take my time.” he grinded his palm into you, noting the hitch in your breath as he found your cunt, hidden behind two layers of fabric. it was building up, your nipples hardening and scraping against your dress. he was rock hard now, hips loose and all yours. you couldn’t quell that one voice in the back of your mind, though. “will it- will it just be once? when you fuck me?” he shook his head, spinning you around until your back was to a wall, your captain pinning your hands up and looking down at you with a hungry gaze. his hips were still pressed into yours, cock rubbing against your cunt. “y’ gonna get it through your head. you’re mine and i’m yours.” his eyes were searching yours for confirmation that he hadn’t been grasping at straws. you nodded quickly, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him closer. “mine. yours. when are you gonna kiss me, john?” you whined that last part, turning on your biggest puppy dog eyes. he almost growled at it, you so helpless under him. the invisible limits he had on himself, on a relationship between a captain and lieutenant, broke easily under your heady gaze. he leaned in slowly, cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your lips. and finally, finally, he kissed you.

it was slow and soft and john, the taste of whiskey rushing through your mouth. you were in a bubble, tugging your pinned hands out of his grip so you could pull him closer. his hips slotted further into yours but his lips told a softer story, biting and licking, exploring yours. you never wanted to stop, content to lie here forever and never let him go. “y’ taste like my dreams, sweetheart.” he whispered, just for you. he tasted like your future.

#price #price call of duty #price is right #captain john price #john price x y/n #john price x you #john price x f!reader #tornadothoughts #captain johnathan price #captain price x reader #captain price #john price x reader #price x reader #price x you #price x y/n

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arrowthrewme · 2 months ago

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Emo x Reader x Jock

WARNING: Possessive language, some swearing, MASC READER ("Text" means it's their thoughts)

It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Death Wish

To say Mùchén and Stephen liked seeing you in their clothes was an understatement. You just looked so cute wearing Stephen's jersey or Mùchén's MCR shirt. But though they agreed on that, they didn't agree on who deserved the right for your beautiful body to don their clothes. ------> One unremarkable Monday, you walked into school wearing one of Mùchén's sweaters. It was a comfortable, striped thing, whose sleeves ended at your knuckles. The emo boy trailing beside you, blush adorning his usually deathly pale face. His dark eyes glancing up and down at his sweater and back to your smiling face (God, how he loved it).

Everything was going normally, putting both your jackets away into your locker (he "lost" the keys to his). However, normality doesn't ever last long for you. Soon, the giant of a jock called Stephen leaned next against your locker. Smiling giddily at the sight of you. That was until he noticed the--in his opinion, shitty--sweater. His smile formed into a forced one.

"Hey, baby, what's that horrid thing?" He asked bitterly, but desperately trying to hide it.

"Oh, this? Mùchén gave it to me since I forgot my own sweater."

"Oh, how just great." Stephen remarked, sending glares to the emo boy smirking next to you.

Noticing the glares, Mùchén's smirk quickly dropped, looking down at the floor while fixing his emo fringe. He still felt proud, but Stephen was scary! He's a skinny guy who can barely handle when someone yells at him. To him, Stephen might as well be Satan. ------> At the end of the day you say goodbye to your dear emo boy. He sulks around you for a minute or two. Hoping that his pout and watery eyes could somehow change the fact he has to go visit Grandma. He loves her, but not more than you! "I think that's enough," you laugh, pulling away from yet another hug Mùchén pulled you into, "don't make your parents wait even more." The emo boy whines. "Can't you come with?" "Mùchén." You playfully warn, making the boy's shoulders drop in disappointment. You were destined to be part of the family soon! It's not fair!! "Fine...Bye, lǎogōng." He waves sadly as he mopes away. Making you giggle softly. Just as your mind began thinking about a moment's peace, a familiar muscular arm wraps around your shoulders. "Hey, sweets!" Stephen winked. "I don't have any training today, want me to lead you home?" As if you had any choice in the matter. What if something happened to you? He couldn't live with himself! Just like he couldn't live with himself if he had to see you wearing that nerd's sweater any longer. "It's getting a bit chilly, isn't it?" He remarks, feigning a shiver. Before you could respond, his arm jacket was wrapped around you. His large hands buttoning it up happily. "Not to worry! You'll never get cold on my watch." He winked again. "That's what that damn bastard deserves. Thinking his clothes were worthy of your precious body wearing them. So arrogant. "You're finally free, my baby." ------> As the car drove, Mùchén looked out the window. Your favourite song playing through his headphones as he played with a bracelet you got him. His mind filling in the feeling of loneliness as best it could with memories and daydreams. He hated being away from you, from your warm touch and lullaby voice. His dark eyes drifted along the walls of his school. Watching as people talked outside, unlocking their bikes, got into cars, you wearing Stephen's jacket and walking with him – wait. WHAT!? His daydreams came to a stop as his eyes followed you and Stephen. You and Stephen...walking together...his arm around you...you wearing his stupid fucking jacket. His heart ached at the sight, tears beginning to form once again. This- This has to be some joke...right? There's no way in your right mind would you let him, that idiotic jock, do this. Stephen must have- He must have forced you! Of course! There's no reason to panic. You're just trying to protect yourself. You're such a brave darling! His brave boy! "That's my lǎogōng."

#x male reader #male reader #original character #soft yandere #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere emo boy #emo boy #yandere male #yandere jock #jock x male reader #emo x male reader #my oc - Mùchén #my oc - Stephen

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the-meme-monarch · 1 month ago

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Are you gonna have your take on Tenna stand in for canon Tenna or find some way to repurpose them? I really enjoyed your take and I’d hate yo see it get thrown out.

my original plan was just. yeah bye bye my tenna design is defunct im never drawing her again. I planned to draw my tenna beating the shit out of canon tenna as a final goodbye to her but i never did. but frankly i still like my design better than canon tenna I’m Sorry(i felt so clever abt the rabbit ears) so i figured the least i could do was give him a lot of the tv motifs /embellishments that i drew my tenna with (the rca cables on his belt, the power button belt buckle, the color bars colors on the inside of his suit, the plug tail, the cattail cane, i was going to give him the Also color bar colored rings but I didn’t like how they looked on him

i figure if I keep her she’d have to be someone else’s tv. maybe asgore’s? can’t be sans and papyrus’ bc they have a flatscreen. no matter what i worry I’d have overhaul her design to make it work and then it just wouldn’t look like her anymore. her having a centaur body and tummy mouth was bc of the tv stand and drawer, but asgore’s tv is straight up On The Floor. the cattail cane was bc of the basket of cattails next to the tv. idk i really don’t know what to do with her now. idk maybe I’ll say fuck it and start drawing canon tenna as fat and a centaur. who could stop me really. other than him looking exceedingly goofy with those big shoes on four feet

#the art gallery #deltarune spoilers #deltarune #deltarune ocs #the monarch’s court #my voice for him in my head is already howdy welcom home. maybe I’ll give him four legs like him

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danvazini · 1 month ago

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don't worry 'bout no air, baby drown — daniela avanzini x meret manon

in where stepsisters manon and daniela get a little experimental during movie night — (wc) 3.6k

cunnilungus, markings, fingering, stepcest, oral (dani n manon receiving), manon literally hates daniela & vice versa, gp!manon, age gap mention, bratty!daniela, dom!manon, sub!daniela, dacryphilia, hate sex, etc? — now playing drown by véyah

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her mother married her father, honestly they both fucking hated the idea of a step sibling. manon would always get an attitude from daniela, the lating's mother would always say it's okay because daniela was “younger" which manon quickly grew tired of.

at some point, manon started ignoring daniela and once she did, it was like daniela just stopped. they would only get along for the sake of their parents so they could believe they actually liked one another.

the plan worked until the night of the usual family movie night came, and their parents suddenly canceled on them instead of saying something sooner.

“girls, we’ll be going out tonight” — those words made manon feel a certain rage she had never felt before. “what do you mean?” she’d quickly ask, trying to understand.

“we’ll be going out on a date, so i need you both to stay home and watch the house tonight. you guys can come up with your own movie night, right?” daniela’s mother said, her eyes darting between both the swiss and latina women.

manon let out a heavy sigh, but daniela replied “sure, we can. i just thought you guys would spend some time with us tonight” she meant no malice with the comment, but this was something the girls were growing used to and then mysteriously they can’t join on for tonight.

manon’s father opened his mouth, but daniela’s mother answered quicker — “uhm, well… since you two have been getting along we thought that we could just trust you two together for one night” she said, looking at him and back to them.

manon’s jaw clenched, and looked at daniela with pure hatred before looking back at their parents, “sure, we can… coexist for a while. how long will you guys be gone?” the ghanaian woman asked, looking at her father.

“uhm, about that dear…. we’ll be returning tomorrow afternoon” her father answered, making manon roll her eyes. “what the fuck…” she whispered under her breath and daniela looked at them like they were insane.

“why so long? with her of all people.” daniela said, her tone was so rude and had malice leaking through it. — “as if i wanna be stuck with your ass” manon scoffed, and their parents looked at each other.

“girls, we need you to get slong for one night, do the movie night still, have friends over, we don’t care just… please, get along” daniela’s mom said, looking at her daughter then back to manon.

“you can do that for me, yeah babe?” daniela’s mom said, looking at her daughter, and dani sighed, nodding “yeah, we can” and manon just looked at her dad.

“honey, just for tonight” he said softly, walking over to her and daniela looked at her and scoffed “it’s not that bad, stop acting like such a bitch”

and manon looked at daniela before sighing, a smile on her face before saying “actually, you guys should take a week away. enjoy your relationship, i’ll take good care of daniela.”

manon had something in mind, and her father just smiled at her, backing away and saying his goodbyes. daniela felt like her heart stopped hearing that, “wai-“

“okay bye girls, we’ll see you tomorrow” daniela’s mom said as she closed the front door, locking manon and daniela in the same house for the next few hours.

“i fucking hate you, you know that?” daniela broke the silence after a while of just sitting there, “likewise..” manon said, which caused daniela to get up and walk upstairs.

daniela went up to her bedroom, turning on her tv to tune out whatever bullshit manon would be on, but the ghanaian woman came up the stairs and was at her threshold.

“what do you want?” the cuban woman asked, her attitude snappy with her. manon scoffed, “against my own better judgment, they wanted us to watch a movie together, so let’s get that over with then you can be in here.”

daniela rolled her eyes, “fine” and manon turned around, “and they’re watching us so the exact same way we act with them here, we have to act now”

“i know, i know” daniela had a dismissive attitude which made manon want to just lunge at her right then and there and rearrange everything on her perfect face…. wait.

manon stopped in her tracks. did she just…. no… no.. no. — “whats wrong with you?” daniela asked, it’s not like she gave a fuck but she did not want this to be a prolonged situation. one and done, that’s all that needed to happen.

the swiss woman just clenched her jaw, forcing a smile.. “nothing… nothing.” she continued walking to the living room and picked up the remote.

once daniela got inside the living room she just looked at manon, “so? what fuckass movie do you want to watch?” she asked, sitting on the couch, her attitude still evident.

manon sighed and cursed to herself, knowing this was going to be a long night. she pinched the bridge of her nose and sat down beside daniela, “you choose” and she tossed the remote on her lap.

the venezuelan woman just rolled her eyes, and picked a random horror film. manon’s eye twitched at this but she just shook it off, and got on her phone.

daniela ripped manon’s phone from her hands once she noticed, “no phones” she said sarcastically but teasingly, and put it in her own pocket.

manon sighed again, and waited a few minutes before pouncing on daniela and trying to rip her phone from the latina’s pocket.

“give me my fucking phone dani, stop playing around!” manon said, she was frustrated but daniela kept laughing at this. she fucking enjoyed this. — that was until manon pinned her against the couch.

she wasn’t applying every ounce of pressure possible, but she was applying enough that prevented daniela from moving freely. the latina’s smile dropped slightly, manon was staring at her, breathing labored as her eyes burned with anger.

the room fell dead silent, everything seemed muffled. the tv wasn’t as loud as it felt it was just a few minutes ago, the only thing the pair could hear were their own heartbeats.

it took them a while to even notice their own position, manon basically was straddling daniela. the ghanaian woman got off of her and just sat beside her. the latina slightly sat up, her expression was still just as surprised as it was confused.

manon doing that was so subtle but she… she liked it? the latina woman couldn’t think straight and focus on the movie, she continued to think about manon pinning her down like that.

daniela was sitting there thinking for a while, noticing manon was on her phone again, and she snatched it again, this time running away to her own bedroom with it.

manon ran after her, and tackled dani to her bed. pinning her down once again, sitting all of her weight on daniela’s waist. she grabbed her wrists with one hand and retrieved her phone.

daniela squirmed under her, but once manon put her phone in pocket she walked off and daniela whispered “fucking bitch..” knowing how much it’ll piss manon off.

the older woman turned around and walked towards her again, “what did you just call me?” — “what did you hear?” daniela retorted and manon nodded, “okay, i heard you call me a fucking bitch” her tone was more sharp and dani nodded.

“that’s what i said” and manon clenched her jaw before turning back around, “you aren’t even fucking worth it” she went back to the living room, and sat down. — well more so laid on the couch.

daniela followed manon out, but when she went inside the living room and saw manon laying on the couch, she sat on her lap. — the ghanaian woman could only sigh, but she ignored her.

daniela turned her position to face manon, now straddling the older woman. she noticed manon wasn’t paying her any attention, but she didn’t care, her fingers just traced lines on manon’s clothed chest.

the action pulled manon’s attention to her, “what are you doing?”, she asked, her tone was just as agitated. it fired something up inside daniela, and she could feel the tensing of manon’s body.

daniela just giggled, inching her face towards manon, “well.. i just want to bother you” she said, trying to play off the fact that she craved manon’s aggressive touch.

she started whining her hips on the older woman, knowing that she hated when she’d touch her. manon’s jaw clenched as she grabbed daniela’s waist, “stop it.” she said, her voice was so rough and aggressive. — slightly, husky even?

daniela’s eyes stayed on manon’s, her body slightly shaking when manon held her. the older woman’s gaze was filled with pure hatred, and anger.

daniela continued tracing patterns with her fingertips on manon’s chest, looking into her eyes and feeling smaller under her.

manon’s hold tightened but daniela could feel something under her slightly growing harder. manon couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, feeling cock growing harder the longer daniela sat on her.

“fuck, get…” manon said breathlessly, “get off..” she tried clearing her throat to hold her composure but failing, making the cuban woman giggle, “why? what’s wrong? don’t you like me?” she tried playing in with her …. fucking with her.

manon sighed deeply, and looked in the corner of the living room before looking at her. “they’re watching” she darted her eyes up to the camera which pulled daniela’s attention there, making the latina groan.

she got up and unplugged the camera. its not like their parents cared honestly, they only ever had it on for nights the house was empty. so manon and daniela would use it to their advantage — though, tonight was different.

daniela went back to straddling manon, her clothed cunt sitting directly on manon’s erection. the ghanaian woman sighed, trying to keep her composure while daniela kept fucking with her.

“you have a lot of patience now” daniela sighed. she was growing mad because she’s not getting the same energy from manon. — it was making her frustrated, sexually frustrated.

manon just shrugged, continuing to watch the movie, her hands resting against her chest. daniela sighed and got off manon, but she noticed her erection and gasped.

“did that turn you on?” she teased her, which made manon cover herself with a pillow, “shut the fuck up” but daniela didn’t stop. — “no, you liked it” she taunted, and continued until manon pinned her against the couch again.

daniela loved seeing the burning anger and desire mixing in her eyes, manon was irritated, breathing labored and her hold on daniela was rough, the cuban woman could feel her fingertips slightly digging into her skin, making her squirm.

manon looked at for a moment, almost contemplating something but all she said was “fuck it” — she inched her face closer to daniela’s neck, breathing in her scent before gently nipping at her skin.

daniela’s body squirmed under her, but manon continued on. her hold became firmer as she licked daniela’s neck, finding her sweet spots. the latina could only let out soft whimpers, her fingers inched inside manon’s hair and she gently grabbed at it, almost angling manon to where she should be.

the younger woman’s body arched against the older’s when she bit her, manon began kissing down daniela’s chest, her teeth grazing against dani’s soft skin.

the ghanaian woman then pulled her into a deep kiss, her hands, which were rested on daniela’s waist, began moving along her body — daniela felt like she was losing her mind, each and every touch from manon made her body feel like jello.

she helplessly moaned into the kiss, manon’s hands rested on her hips to prevent the younger from bucking them. manon broke off from the kiss to see the flushed mess beneath her, daniela was panting, her cheeks had a slight red tint, she couldn’t keep her hips still, she whined at the loss of contact, her hazel eyes looking into manon’s, pleading almost.

manon’s hands gripped her waist a little tighter, giggling at the way she looked. — “for you to be someone who loves annoying others, you sure are easy.” she’d mock her, and make daniela squirm.

“sh-shut the fuck up!” daniela tried to hold a cold front but knowing she wasn’t convincing manon at all, and the older woman just chuckled. she got off of daniela, slowly tearing away at the sweatpants the venezuelan wore.

daniela fell limp under manon’s touch, she looked in her eyes, seeing pure desire and lust in her eyes. her body twitched as she held eye contact with manon as she gently kissed up her legs, softly licking her skin with each kiss.

the latina felt so submissive under her touch, like each and every feel of manon’s lips coming in contact with her skin made her feel like something was sending electric volts through her body.

her fingers found their way in the back of manon’s head, gripping her neck as she kissed further up her thighs, and her back began to arch. “f.. fuck” she whimpered out.

manon held her thighs open while she continued to kiss, inching closer to daniela’s underwear. she helplessly bucked her hips against nothing, whimpering for more.

“please… stop teasing me..” and manon just laughed at her, sending shivers down her spine. she felt so embarrassed begging manon to touch her — it was almost degrading in a way.

manon’s fingers teased her, the ghanaian woman’s thumb tracing against her underwear. — “pl… please”, daniela breathlessly got out.

manon slowly pulled her underwear down, watching the slick that connected from her pussy to the thin fabric, giggling to herself.

once she pulled them off, she kissed up daniela’s body, starting at her waist, going up her abdomen and stopping at her chest, “remove these”, manon said, tapping the tshirt and bra.

while daniela quickly removed her shirt, manon gently pushed two of her fingers inside of daniela. making the latina’s back arch even further against her body, manon kissed on her neck while she curled her fingers.

as she picked up the pace, she could feel her dick twitching in her pants, begging to be touched.. almost making it impossible for manon to focus. daniela’s hands held on manon’s shoulders, and she tightened her grip.

manon’s other hand was on daniela’s waist, gripping her tightly, slowly moving her hips into her ministrations. manon sped up, and kissed down daniela’s body, going to her clit where she gently began eating her out.

“p-please… i’m so… so close” daniela panted out, her hands going to manon’s neck as she started grinding against her face. the ghanaian woman lifted her head, leaving daniela bucking into the air.

“n-no please” daniela begged, tears welling in her eyes as she grew needier. manon just chuckled and backed up from daniela, undoing her own pants.

she slid off the jeans she wore, her erection obvious through her boxers. “come here” manon said gently to dani, the latina woman crawled to the edge of the bed, looking up at manon, sitting on her knees.

manon held her chin, a sadistic smile on her face as she looked at daniela. “help me with this” she gestured to her boxers and daniela pulled them down, looking up at manon.

manon’s cock sprung from her boxers, her tip hitting the cuban woman’s lips. daniela pulled the boxers down to manon’s thighs, wrapping her hand around manon’s cock.

“so… so big” she murmured to herself and she continued stroking manon, making the older woman groan. “come on, you can do more than that” the ghanaian woman said, her eyes dark with lust.

daniela put the tip in her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling around it while manon dripped precum into her mouth, “stop.. teasing” manon said, holding back a moan.

daniela takes more of manon’s cock into her mouth, struggling a bit but determined to please her. drool starts to drip down her chin as she tries to fit more.

“come on, you can fit more.” manon said, making a messy ponytail with her hands in daniela’s hair. the latina gags slightly but continues to push herself, her lips stretching around the girth. she manages to take about half before pulling back to breathe.

“mmh... it's so big…” she pants, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the ghanaian woman’s tip, making her giggle. “looks so pretty like this..” manon said, pulling daniela’s hair to make her look up at her.

daniela’s hand was subconsciously stroking manon while they held eye contact, “you can take more than half, can’t you?” she asked and daniela nodded, her determination obvious.

her cheeks flushed red with effort and arousal. she opens her mouth wider and takes another inch, her throat convulsing as she tries to suppress her gag reflex.

“fuck…” manon groaned, pushing herself deeper down faniela’s throat. daniela’s body jerked slightly, indicating that she was gagging. tears ran down her cheeks but she was determined to make manon feel good.

manon held daniela’s head against her crotch, slightly bucking her hips with each moan. daniela swallowed around her cock, breathing through her nose as manon retracted her hips to slam back inside.

the latina gagged again, and manon pulled out, her cock leaking with daniela’s saliva and drool, she looked at daniela’s puffy red lips, her eyes slightly red due to her crying.

manon only fakely cooed to the younger woman before throwing her on her back and getting on top of her, in an instant daniela’s legs wrapped around manon.

manon tapped her cock against daniela’s clit, making her twitch. “n-no please stop teasing” but manon only let out a cruel laugh at her begs, and started grinding her cock against daniela’s clit.

the latina’s nail began digging into manon’s back, her hips bucking up meeting manon’s pace — which was brutally…. brutally slow.

“p-please….” daniela sobbed out, her voice hoarse from just a few moments ago. “please what?” manon asked, speeding up a little bit, having a normal rhythm.

“need you… in me..” she begged, all of it came out as small whimpers and sobs. manon loved the effect she was having on daniela, she teased her tip inside the latina, watching her reaction.

daniela arched her back more, a sob left her throat, “please stop teasing.. i can’t take it” she said breathlessly.

manon pushed herself inside of daniela slowly, leaving her hips still while the latina desperately tried gaining friction, bucking her hips against her.

manon held her down, halting daniela’s movements, “please…” daniela sobbed out, and manon began slowly, thrusting inside of her.

daniela’s wrapped her legs around manon’s waist, pushing the ghanaian woman deeper. manon’s paced stayed insanely slowly, making daniela beg her for more.

manon sped up and daniela’s nails began digging into her back, manon’s hips touching daniela’s with each thrust, going deeper, hitting her cervix.

daniela tried her best to hold back any moans that threatened to slip but she ended up moaning manon’s name pretty loud, so loud it echoed off the bedroom walls.

manon chuckled to herself as she went fast, her hips slamming against the latina. manon leaned down, biting at her neck, small moans escaping her own mouth as dani started tightening around her.

the cuban woman started bucking into the swiss woman’s movements, her moans growing louder as she grew closer, “please i’m so close.. let me cum” — she helplessly begged but manon pulled out, flipping daniela onto her stomach.

daniela whined at the empty feeling, clenching around nothing as her face hit the mattress, she could feel manon’s cock slipping back inside of her while the ghanaian woman’s hands slid up her back, wrapping around the back of her neck as she pushed her head further into the mattress, fucking daniela aggressively.

daniela’s orgasm built up again, her begs muffled due to the mattress, but manon could feel her walls convulsing around her. she could feel daniela’s body beginning to spasm as she came, her hand coming off her neck, pulling daniela by her hair as her cock went in deeper.

the venezuelan woman’s moans were louder as manon fucked her through her orgasm, then manon spanked her, leaving a red hand print of daniela’s ass as she went faster.

manon’s hand wrapped around daniela’s throat and let her hair go as she went harder. daniela gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white the harder she held it.

manon went even faster, wrapping her hands around daniela’s mouth as the latina arched, going faster and deeper. this pushed daniela into another orgasm, but it was all muffled while she struggled to catch her breath as manon held her mouth tighter.

the sound of their skin slapping and the bed creaking could be heard throughout the whole house, the latina’s pussy was dipping in her arousal and cum, making a squelching noise each time manon thrusted inside of her.

the ghanaian woman’s hips began to stutter as she grew closer, her hands going to daniela’s waist as she continued to piston into the woman.

daniela’s moans were breathless, her face laying against the bed, her mascara running down her cheeks and lipstick smeared with tear stains on her face, looking completely fucked out while manon came inside of her.

she could feel each rope shooting deep inside her womb, manon stayed inside her for a while, slowly thrusting her hips before she pulled out, turning daniela over to look at her with a smug look on her face.

“you got what you wanted” manon said and got off the bed to get the things to clean daniela up while her load dripped from the latina’s pussy.

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Atsumu was devastated. Tears started flowing.

He tried contacting you for many days. Now it’s been years.

He misses you. He misses everything. And it’s too late.

He was wrong. What he had with Sakusa wasn’t love. They broke it off — maybe it was better off as just friends.

The truth?

Atsumu got scared. You were his future — the serious, forever kind. And deep down, he didn’t feel worthy. Sakusa offered something easier. Less pressure. Less responsibility. It wasn’t love — just comfort. A safe distraction he mistook for something more. But it was always you. Everything was always you.

He sits in the gym, sprawled out and exhausted. His fame increased. He’s winning more and more games.

But still… There’s something hollow in his heart.

He dreams of you every day.

Oh, how he wishes you'd come back to him.

His teammates tried to help him — even Sakusa.

“C’mon, man, just leave it. There are so many hot chicks out there.”

There were. Many models. Many superstars. But all he had in his mind was you.

He missed your touch. Your cooking. Your comfort. Your eyes. Your smile.

But it was too late.

So he kept his fake smile, his flirty attitude, and worked himself until he was no more.

Then one day, the coach called everyone up in front.

“Gather up. We have a program where you guys will go to schools and teach young kids how to play volleyball. It’ll help the club’s image.”

Bokuto and Hinata were very excited, practically jumping.

Sakusa clearly hated the idea — germs all around him.

Atsumu… well, he looked forward to it. He had nothing to lose.

Everyone was assigned different schools and warned not to get too excited or accidentally throw a ball at a kid’s face.

Atsumu went to his school — a small one, full of lovely kids.

He could tell some of the teachers had the hots for him.

But among all the kids, he noticed one quiet boy.

Something about him felt so familiar.

Then he saw the energetic girl next to him — she had the same eye color as him.

He could tell both were so excited to meet him.

“Oh my god! I’m a big fan!” the girl shouted. “I’m Aoi, and this is Akira!”

“We watch you on TV! You were soooo cool — like whoosh and bam! I wanna do that!”

“Oh, you wanna be a spiker, huh?”

“YEAHHH!! Akira always sets the ball to me — just like you! He’s sooo good at it!”

You could see Akira smiling shyly, trying to look unaffected.

Atsumu couldn’t help but chuckle at them.

They were so cute. They reminded him of… He couldn’t put his finger on it.

Teaching the kids was way more fun than he expected. He especially bonded with Akira and Aoi.

“Bye guys!! I’ll see you! I’ll miss youuu!!”

Atsumu truly enjoyed it.

As he was about to leave the school premises, he saw his two favorite kids (he knew he shouldn’t have favorites, but he couldn’t help it) running.

He was about to call out to them to say a final goodbye — until…

He saw who they were running to.

“Mommy! Mommy! Guess what!!”

Their voices faded.

All he saw… was you.

After years of waiting, everything he had hoped for stood right in front of him.

You looked tired. Thin.

But still… So. Beautiful.

So heartbreakingly beautiful.

His heart dropped.

“Atsumu!! There, that’s the one!” Aoi shouted excitedly, pointing at him.

You looked up.

Atsumu stood frozen, his breath caught in his chest. And you — wide-eyed, stunned — like time had just stopped.

You hadn’t changed. Still so achingly, devastatingly beautiful.

And in that moment, it all made sense.

Why Aoi’s eyes looked just like his. Why Akira’s quiet smile felt so familiar. Why he felt drawn to them without knowing why.

The pieces fell into place

They were his.

His children.

His heart dropped.

He staggered back a step, breath caught in his throat, chest tightening.

“They’re mine.”

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Sickly

Poly!Batboys x reader

Notes: I’m not sure why but a lot of my poly batboys stuff has been Cassian. At this point I should just make these ideas just Cassian x reader but I love including all the boys

Warnings: mentions of medicine and the flu

Kissing and hugging each of your mates goodbye never gets easier. Today was an exception though. You were excited to stay home alone for a few days—alone time is rare since your mates are always around.

Cassian feels the opposite. You saved his goodbye for last knowing how clingy he gets when he goes away.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, sweetheart.” Cassian groans into your neck as he squeezes you. Patting his shoulder you let out a small ‘aww’.

“I’m going to miss you too, baby.” You move to let go but Cassian tightens his hold on you. Rhys lets out a deep sigh. “Cassian, we have to go. Now.”

Cass groans louder, finally releasing you. He ruffles your hair and gives you a small pout. “Bye, sweetheart. We’ll be back in a few days.” He says genuinely sad. You smirk and raise a brow at him. “I know that, do you know that?”

Cassian messes your hair again as Az moves to pull him out the door. “Bye! I love you guys!” You yell after them. “Bye, sweetheart!” Azriel rolls his eyes, “She knows Cass. She will be fine.”

“But what if she isn’t-” before Cassian can get another word out Rhys winks at you, grabbing onto the males to winnow away.

Shutting the door you take the stairs two at a time to your personal chambers. Nuala and Cerridwin had set up a spa night for you and without the boys interrupting you it was sure to be a peaceful one.

Hours later with your hair brushed and braided the twins helped you settle into bed. While your mates would only be away for a few days you were going to revel in this short lived peace.

Your peace was, unfortunately, was shorter lived than you expected. When Nuala came to wake you for breakfast she found you absolutely miserable. Cough, runny nose, aches, and a fever that had her snatching her hand away from your forehead as if you burned her. You had tried to wave it off as nothing but a cold.

“Should I call for the High Lord to return?” Nuala asked carefully. You shook your head slowly so as not to aggravate your sinuses. “No. I’ll be fine, I just need to rest.”

“As you wish, my lady.” Nuala bowed before leaving you.

About halfway through day two you were wishing for your mates to come home and take care of you. You dreamed of Rhys using his powers to take your pain away so you could sleep peacefully. But you couldn’t find it in you to call them home knowing how important their work is.

But today they were finally on their way back. They promised you they’d be back in time for breakfast. All morning, every sound had you jolting to stay awake as you waited in bed.

Your eyes fluttered open as a large calloused hand cupped your cheek, tsking at how warm you felt.

“Hi sweetheart,” Cassian whispered. You mumble an incoherent greeting thanks to your lips feeling too heavy and your tongue sticking to the roof of your dry mouth.

“Has she been sick since we left?” Cassian asked softly, but you could hear the restraint in his voice. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know his jaw was clenched. “Yes,” Nuala replied smoothly, “she didn’t want to call you all home, insisting she rests. Madja has seen her and left tonics.”

Cassian’s fist clenches in your hair, quickly releasing so he wouldn’t hurt you. “Thank you, for keeping an eye on her.” “Of course.” The wraith bows her head, turning on her heel to leave.

Cassian always hated leaving you in case something happened. Even if it was just a cold, Cass wanted to be there to save you from it. The fact that you’ve been suffering for three days without him makes his stomach tie in knots from guilt.

“Can I get you anything? Did you take any tonics yet?” He asks softly.

“No,” you mumble. “Will you get it for me, and some toast?” Cassian leaves a light kiss on your forehead. “Of course I can, I’ll be right back.”

In his absence Rhys and Azriel check on you. The pair dote on you, telling you about the snowfall in the Illyrian mountains. You were starting to wish you went with them, but winter would arrive in Velaris soon.

When Cassian returns he gives the two males a scowl reserved for his soldiers. “Cass, this is not an I-told-you-so moment.” Rhys tells him gently.

“Out, so I can take care of our mate.”

Rhys and Az hesitate, not wanting to leave you while you’re sick.

“You two should go. I don’t want to get all of you sick.” You pout at them, giving them sad eyes for good measure. The pair conceded and left you in Cassian’s care. Az gave you a quick peck on your forehead before Cassian shooed him away.

You watch as Cassian rips your toast up into bite sized pieces to feed to you. You smile at him with hearts in your eyes. Watching the General of the Night Court do something as mundane as angling the straw in your water cup so you don’t worry about spills just makes you fall in love all over again.

Cassian feeds you a few pieces of the ripped up toast before handing you the tonic. As he cuddles up to you Cass lays a cool cloth on your forehead, relieving your high temperature and the splitting headache he knows is coming. A satisfied hum leaves your lips as you snuggle closer to Cassian. “Thank you,” you say quietly. He lightly kisses the top of your head, “Of course, sweetheart.”

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