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max verstappen, blueberry bars, belgian waffles, tim bits with margarita and root beer. like, reader is max's naive and innocent best friend and he does this without her knowledge, asleep or drugs. she ends up preg and max convinces her that it sometimes happens and promises to take care of her.

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want to submit an order? the bakery is open! submit your orders and i'll try to get through them as fast as possible. been a bit of a slow period because of the holdays/end of the year, but i'm making a comeback with 'em since they are very popular with ya'll! i was immediately drawn to this one, i love a good dark fic and i knew i had to write it! so thank you, thank you! enjoy <3

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” + belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + tim bits: "stupid little thing." + margarita: unprotected sex + root beer: filming/recording served by max verstappen!

tags: smut/pwp, dark fic/dark themes, filming/recording, unprotected sex, breeding& pregnancy, best friend!reader, non-con somophilia, innocent!reader, mad!max, drugging

the sight of you was beautiful, there was something about your sleeping form that drove him mad. max knew that he could have any woman he desired, but why would he desire them when he could have you. you pulled him in, but even after years of friendship. you never seemed to notice max's advances, and he was getting desperate.

earlier in the evening you complained about not being able to sleep. you were visiting your best friend who was happy to house you in his apartment in monaco, so when max handed you a dainty little pill and told you to have a good night, you happily took it. and when your soft snores could be heard from the doorway of the bedroom, max felt himself getting arousing.

you looked like an innocent princess, and max believed himself to be the prince who will protect you. even if that meant having his hands under your shirt while you were asleep. a prince deserved a reward didn't he?

you laid under the sheet, which max pulled off slowly. you were in a thin tank top and underwear. he felt his heartbeat leap at the sight of you. he took out his phone to take photos.

he chuckled to himself lowly, "i cum in that every night." a cheeky joke as he had spent the last week slipping you a little pill and having his wicked way with you once you were asleep. you were quite nice when you were asleep, so much softer. it only made max yearn for you more. he wanted you, you were just too beautiful. he groaned as he felt tension in his sweatpants, "stupid little thing."

there was hunger inside of him, he needed you. wanted you in carnal ways that he couldn't put into words. the sight of you, he took more photos as he got his cock out of his sweatpants and rubbed it against your now bare stomach. he shuddered, "beautiful little thing. so stupid. need someone to protect you. you need to be saved don't you? well that's what i'm here for." he then got your panties down around your ankle and exposed your entire form to him.

it was only right for him to admire every inch of you, you were going to be his wife. the mother of his child. he said softly, “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” and you shifted a little, it excited him as he got between your legs. he felt the rush through him as he sank his cock into you.

he had been doing this every night for a week now. every evening like ritual, he made sure you were tucked in, only for him to peel back the sheets and fuck you with a feverish want while you sleep. max had enough of beating around the bush with your love, he was a man of action.

and all he needed was for two little cells to meet before that action became a plan. some would call it baby trapping, but he'd call it a promise of commitment. you weren't going to do it alone, you'd have max every step of the way. he'd even retired to make sure that you and his baby were taken care of.

he could feel the pleasure through his body as he moved against you. he held your legs wrapped around him as he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. he snatched his phone up from the bed and snapped photos and took a small video of his cock being rocked in and out of you. he let out a small groan as the pleasure seeped into his blood. you felt amazing, he eyed your sleeping form as he picked up the pace a little bit more. he filmed a little more and let himself just enjoy the feeling of your slick cunt.

it was like a warm vice that pulled him in further. he took it as a sign that your body wanted it. you wanted this too, to carry his child. of course you did, you were so innocent and sweet. bordering on naive that max knew that you'd want a baby. a chubby little verstappen baby at your hip, you'd make a good mother.

and max knew that, even if you didn't at that moment.

he groaned lightly as he held onto your hips. he felt the climbing warmth in his body as he fucked you. feeling your body against his. your sleeping form was like the future in his eyes. he could imagine your wedding, having your family. you being the perfect wife for him. it was only destiny for the two of you, you had been friends for ages.

he knew everything about you, no other man would be able to compare. to think they could would be stupid to think, you were meant to be with max. for him to dote, love and protect. you didn't need to do anything else besides be his wife and the mother of his children. he had already made enough money to sustain a full house for three lifetimes. you deserved a man who could provide, max knew you 'dated', but they never lasted long. they didn't deserve to be with a woman like you. an angel from the heavens brought to earth.

"i love you." he said, "even when you don't see it. i know you do, i know you love me. you want me badly, but you don't think you're good enough. hopefully when i get you pregnant you can realize that i love you. i need you." his breathing was heavy as he thrusted against you.

there was no protection between you two and honestly he didn't need it. 'protection' wouldn't get you pregnant, wouldn't keep you as his. plus, it felt so much better bare-back. to feel the closeness to you. fill you with his seed and let it take root inside of you. then maybe you'd come to your senses.

maybe he could've done it a different way, but why would we do that? you looked so peaceful, he knew you weren't getting sleep. and max, the dutiful husband, would always make sure that you were alright. he just happened to want your sweet cunt wrapped around his hard cock at the same time. who could blame him, your pussy was the kind to salivate over like a hungry dog.

to love you, in his own twisted way, was a sign of utter devotion. even in your sleep, he would protect you. he knew what was right, and had convinced himself that breeding you while asleep was the best course of action. it'll prove that max is the man you need in your life, the protector. you were so innocent at times, anyone could hurt you!

but not max, at least in his logic.

you cunt felt amazing around his cock. his heart hammered in his chest a she rocked against you. he panted heavily as he moved against you. he held onto your thighs firmly and the dirty talk spilled from his lips. it was hard to make it stop at the feeling of your cunt like a vice around his cock. he rutted up into your further, as deep as he could go, as he said, "you're a fucking good girl. always did everything right, you were so trusting. that's why i have to keep you with me. close to me, where you belong. you're my wife, i knew that from the moment i met you. but the older we get, the further you're getting. time to bring you home. you, me and baby." his voice was hushed, but his words were protective and loving. or his version of loving.

if anyone saw or heard what he was doing. they'd be in shock, but they didn't understand. they didn't get how much you meant to him. he spent so much time trying to find you in other women, but why bother with them when he had you. all of you.

and soon there would be a product of your love. your union together. that only made him work his hips faster against you. you remained limp under him as he drilled his cock into you. your let out a small moan in your deep sleep and it made max near drool as he finished inside of you.

he thrusted quickly against you and felt all semblance of control start to slip. he was left hungry, near feverish from the intensity of the pleasure. he loved it, just as he loved you. of course the love of his life would have a cunt that drove him to near insanity.

he soon finished inside of you after the pleasure took hold. he clutched onto you tightly and felt the intense heights of pleasure. he let out a loud moan before he slowed to a stop. he wiped his sweaty brow and eyed your still sleepy form. it made his cock twitch inside of you for a moment.

he leaned in to kiss you on the lips before he pulled away to get you re-clothed and tucked back in. before he left the room, he kissed you on the face once more and said,

"everything i do. i do for you."

you were in tears weeks later, you showed max the pregnancy test when fear in your eyes. and while you looked distraught, max looked excited. the test clattered on the floor as max took you in his strong arms and kissed your face.

"how..how did this happen?" you asked meekly.

max replied with a wide smile, "don't worry about it! it's our little miracle! you and the baby won't go without. we'll have to get a bigger place, and move your stuff back home. or i can buy you new things since you'll be going through so much change... and then of course, i have to marry you. it's only right!" he was already talking like you two had planned this pregnancy.

but it was hard to do much thinking when max held you so protectively. you held onto the front of his shirt and rubbed your face against his chest. you exhaled deeply, still feeling shaken to your core. you held on tightly like a lifeline, knowing that max's child was growing in your womb. a part of you wondered if the things you were feeling late into the night weren't dreams after all. <3

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godmadeaterribleerror · 1 month ago

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Chapter 3 - The Same Way I Think of You

Mini-Series Masterlist

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader (platonic), angst, fluff, mutual pining, lightest smut, Dean's got the Mark of Cain, uh oh.

Summary/Warnings: Dean tries to adjust the betterlust, and you get worried. Usual Warnings.

Author's Note: Sam you are God's strongest solider.

Title from Bang the Doldrums by Fall Out Boy

Word Count: 5.3k

Read on A03!

Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

It only took two days to find a pattern and routine that the betterlust liked.

Dean had started simple. Lock himself in the garage, blast music loud enough to drown out any other craving in his body—cravings to touch soft skin with scars he’d recognize anywhere, cravings for a voice that haunted his dreams and screamed in his nightmares—and slink back to his room in the dead of night, when She and Sam were already asleep. It was shockingly easy to avoid Her, and Dean owed it all to how much of a pathetic, lovesick fucking animal he was. He already knew Her whole schedule—when she woke up, when she ate, what she usually did all day, and when she went to bed—because he used to plan his own time around it. Not exactly, couldn’t have her catching on, but close enough to easily find himself in the kitchen right when she was eating, or get up an hour before her to put on coffee for them both, or accidentally wander into the war room when she was doing research.

Which means that, now, he had all the tools he needed to do the exact opposite. To never see Her pretty face, because if he did Dean was certain the betterlust would knock him to his knees. Dean could go to the bathroom when she was probably busy with something else, grab supplies when she was almost certainly asleep, sneak around the kitchen when he knew She’d wouldn’t be there, and never get close to putting Her in danger. He’d make himself waffles or burgers, or take a piece of pie from the fridge—She or Sam must be stocking it with the expensive shit, because the pie always tasted damn near homemade—then slink back to the garage and lock the door behind him.

He’d considered moving his mattress in here, or simply sleeping in Baby, but the betterlust had hated that. It had insisted on his bed. On the one bed Dean had ever been allowed to call his, and not a flea-ridden motel’s. The bed that got to be in his room. Dean’s room, and no one else’s. Not Sam’s, or his Dad’s, or another nameless body who passed through it in the night. Just Dean’s.

And maybe one other person’s, if She’d wanted that.

And She wouldn’t.

So it stayed just Dean’s, which was good enough for the betterlust, and he’d catch his mandatory three to four hours before running back to the garage at the crack of dawn.

He lived a whole week like this. Working on Baby, and eating pie, and sleeping. When the betterlust started to push cravings for affection to the surface, he’d shove them back down his throat and spine with an extra burger or quick drive.

He had a handle on this. He wasn’t all that happy, but Dean wasn’t supposed to be happy. He was content, and not all that angry at anyone but himself, so that had to count for something. He wasn’t being a problem, or a poison, and damn it, eventually the betterlust had to get the memo that the one thing it wanted most wasn’t on the menu, and that craving would fade. Dean would be able to go back to Her and Sam, and tell them he felt good.

Sam would give him look of doubt, and She’d have a pretty, worried frown on her face as she asked are you sure?

Feel pretty sure. Dean would throw her a wide grin, and gesture to himself like he was a prize for Her to win. He could be, but that wasn’t the point. Don’t I look it, Sweetheart?

Her eyes would widen in that adorable way that happened every time Dean tried to flirt with her. The way that would spark his heart into a higher gear and make his lips ache to be pressed against Her’s, all while reminding him that She was still too good for him, and still wasn’t comfortable with that part of Dean—because who would be when they’d seen the rest of him—so he couldn’t have Her.

Sam would look Dean over with a cautious gaze as he said are you sure, Dean? Because if this didn’t work, I can call Rowena-

I’m good, Sammy. Dean would wave him off, and end the argument right there with no bloodlust, only the betterlust.

She’d nod, on Dean’s side. It was always pretty awesome when She was on Dean’s side, because she’d give Sam a look that said push me on this and I’ll shave your head, and that would be it. She’d make a soft half-joking, half worried check in of on a scale of literal hell to watching Scooby-Do in the Dean cave with pie, how good are we talking?

He’d wink, and say solid kid in a candy shop, but I could get up to Scooby-Do and pie if I had company.

And he’d grab the pie and popcorn, and She’d start the TV, and Dean would have it all under control.

He didn’t have it right now, but he would. Right now he could indulge in the fantasy of Her body pressed up to his—in a very boring and platonic way—and Her arm reaching over his body to grab the popcorn. Dean could think about their legs accidentally tangling together, or Her falling asleep on his shoulder, or kissing her brow before carrying Her to their room-

Her room. Dean would have to carry Her to Her room. Not his, and definitely not theirs. And apparently he couldn’t even get lost in the daydream, because now his head was pounding and his skin was trying to crawl off his body to find Her and touch her.

He just needed to keep pushing, until the betterlust understood. Just Scooby-Do and pie—alone in the garage—would have to be enough.

It’s around noon, which means Sam’s probably doing something smart in the library, and She’s in the library annoying Sam. Dean misses watching this part of their normal routine, because Dean gets to see Her grin and laugh, and Sam always makes one of his bitch faces, but doesn’t shut Her up because they all know he’s secretly enjoying Her describing—in pointless depth—the plot of some random tv show. Either that, or Sam can always see what he calls Dean’s Puppy-love Face, and knows how quick it will turn into a scowl and grumble if he makes Her go away.

Dean knows it’s probably the second thing. His brother’s stupid matchmaker bullshit at its height, because after She leaves Dean always gets a pointed look and jerk of Sam’s head to go follow Her and confess, which will never happen.

But Dean also knows that Sam doesn’t bring his laptop into the library this time of the day, because he made that mistake once and She spent the whole time asking them questions to find out what type of movie they were.

She was an art film—which made sense to Dean, because She was interesting and beautiful and he didn’t really understand Her at all—and Dean was a low budget 70s sci-fi. He’d hated that answer, and told her to he needed to take it again. She’d said she liked that answer. She said Dean was resourceful, and did a truly amazing job with his limited options, and was always reliable. That she could watch low budget sci-fi over and over and never get sick of it.

Suddenly Dean had been pleased with his answer, and decided that the quiz had been absolutely correct. The quiz had said Sam was a vampire romance novel adaptation, so its accuracy was probably questionable, but it didn’t really matter, because She’d smiled at Dean in that moment. She’d smiled, then Sam had declared he’d never let her near his laptop again, so now that very same laptop was going to be in Sam’s room. And they were going to be in the library.

And Dean was going to watch Scooby-Do and eat pie, all by himself.

He doesn’t have to worry about going into the bunker from the garage, because they shouldn’t actually be there yet. Sam should be in the kitchen, making rabbit food for his nerd session, and She should be in her room doing… Whatever she did in Her room. Dean doesn’t allow himself to think about her room at all, ever, so now wasn’t the time to start. It would just spiral into questions of What does she have in her room? Are there small pieces of Her Dean would get to hold in his hands on her dresser? Does she keep Her clothing in her dresser, or scatter it across the floor? Would there be enough space for Dean’s clothing in her room? She never sleeps in the same position in a motel, because She thinks she needs to always be facing the door, so how does she sleep when she’s safe? On her stomach? On her back? Is Her bed soft? Do her pillows smell like cherries from that fruity girl shampoo she uses? Do her sheets smell like shea butter, because she uses that shit like it’s a religion? Would Dean be able to get Her sheets to smell like him? Would he be able to get Her whole room to smell like him? Be filled with him, fill Her with him-

Fuck. He needed to get his head in the game, because he’s frozen in the hallway, and she could walk out of Her room at any minute. It’s far enough away from Sam’s that she won’t hear Dean opening and closing the door, but that had been close. Too close. This was the exact goddamn reason Dean couldn’t trust himself around Her, because then his whole existence would devolve into those types of questions, and he’d never get a single thing done. Dean was barely functional around Her in the first place, and with the betterlust in the equation, he’d never have enough control to pull himself out of What was she doing in Her room? Was she getting changed? Was she naked, only five doors away? What did Her underwear look like? Dean had seen Her bras before, patching her up after a hunt, but he’d never seen her underwear. That was probably the right call from everyone, though, because Dean could not be trusted around Her underwear. Hell, he couldn’t stop thinking about if it was lacy, or red, and how wet it would get if he touched Her, but most importantly, was it made of a rip-able materiel-

“Dean.”

Dean felt like his skin was flying off his body as he turned, grabbing his gun and aiming it at whatever the hell was in Sam’s room-

“Dude, calm down, it’s me!” Sam’s hands were in the air, his face pale as he looked over Dean’s rigid stance. “Shit, you’re not, you’re still you, right-“

“Of course I’m still me.” Dean lowered his arms, and shot Sam a glare. “I’m not gonna just become a demon overnight, Sammy-“

“Sorry, I know, it’s just.” Sam let out a long breath, shaking his head. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Dean muttered, even though something vile was crawling around inside his gut. “Just reacted, didn’t mean to, uh.” He swallowed, and the crawling thing began to twist. “Do that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam shrugged, shuffling out of the shadows at the edge of his room. “I should’ve probably known better. I mean, I’d do the same thing.”

Sam wouldn’t do the same thing. Sam would’ve recognized Dean’s voice immediately, because Sam wasn’t a creep who’d be thinking about their best friend’s underwear. But Dean let out a dry, empty chuckle anyway, and took a half step to the door.

“Cool. I’m just gonna, uh, waffles-“

Sam’s eyes narrowed, and the asshole moved to block Dean’s path to freedom. “It’s noon.”

“So? Last I checked, we’re adults. I can eat waffles whenever the hell I want-“

“But you don’t. You always eat waffles for breakfast.”

Dean waved him off, pushing down how the betterlust was suddenly pounding at his stomach for waffles. “Whatever, it’s not like you always, I dunno, stand in dark corners and sneak up on unsuspecting people-“

“This is my room.” Sam crossed his arms, and didn’t waver. “I can do whatever I want in here. Which brings me to the question, why are you in my room, Dean?”

“I,” Dean looked around the room, trying to keep his face neutral as he frantically searched for a good excuse. “Books.”

Sam raised his brows. “Books.”

“Yeah, I’m bored.” Dean held Sam’s skeptical glare, giving his most casual shrug. “Gonna pick up reading-“

“Dude.” Sam gave him a flat look. “That’s gotta be one of your worst lies ever. And we lie a lot.”

“Shut up, I could read a book-“

“Not when you’re currently under a curse that makes you only want to do things you like. You have your own books, Dean, if you wanted to read, you’d use them.”

“Fine.” Dean sighed. “I was looking for a pillow-“

“We have plenty of pillows that aren’t in my room. Try again.”

“I needed a chair-“

“No you-“ Sam cut himself off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are you being such a dick about this. We don’t see you for like, a week, and then I catch you sneaking around my room?” Sam said Her name, and Dean’s heart faltered in his chest. “She’s really worried about you, Dean, and I need to be able to tell her we talked and that you’re fine. But I can’t do that if you’re going to be so,” Sam gestured at Dean, shaking his head with another noise of exasperation. “Weird.”

Dean couldn’t speak. Sam was looking at him like he expected a response, but Dean couldn’t do anything but remain rooted in place, trying to fight the feeling in his chest and head—rotten and aching and rolling around in a sound of you’re fucking sick, Dean Winchester, you made Her worry about you while you were thinking about her bed and how she smells and her underwear—as the betterlust rioted inside his body. Trying to infect Dean’s last bit of will, override every smart and rational part of his brain that knew he wasn’t allowed to have Her, and force him down the hall. To Her room, to the kitchen, to the library, to wherever the hell She was so Dean could hold her and kiss Her and tell her to never worry about him, because now Dean was touching her, so everything felt good again.

It was intolerable. Every single nerve in Dean’s body felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t get close to Her, if he didn’t hear her voice or see her face. And this was just from the thought of Her, from Sam only saying Her name. Dean wasn’t sure how the hell he’d get through this, not when he really couldn’t have Her. He needed to get out of here, to lock himself away with every other thing that fed the betterlust until he got a dam grip over his own body and stopped feeling like death-

“Dean.” Sam was half shouting, his face drawn in worry as Dean forced himself back to focus. “What the hell is going on with you-“

“I can’t,” Dean raised his hand, shoving the betterlust deep, deep down into a locked chamber near his heart, and forcing careful, slow words onto his tongue with a long, slow breath. “I can’t tell you-“

“You’re freaking me out, man-“

“Because I don’t know!” Dean barked, running a hand over his face in an attempt to wipe off every bit of odd, stinging heat on his brow. “I mean, I do know, but I can’t explain it, Sam. The spell worked, but I don’t, maybe it worked too fucking well. I can’t, I don’t know how to get a goddamn grip over it-“

“You’re not supposed to have a grip over it,” Sam said, his voice suddenly gentle and still coated in stupid, pointless worry. “It’s still the Mark, Dean, it’s just refocused-“

“Well, it’s refocused on the wrong fucking thing! I want, I want something I’ve never even had, so I need your laptop to give it something I can give it-“

“Dean, whatever you need, I’m sure we can find it-“

“The laptop.” He snapped. “It’ll fix this.”

“That’s…” Sam paused, frowning. “That’s not what you want though, right? It’s not the, um, craving?” Sam said Her name, and something hot punched Dean in the gut. “I think she said we’re calling them cravings-“

“Yeah. She did. We talked about it.” Dean had to keep his words short, or he’d start vomiting out things he wasn’t allowed to say. “And what the betterlust wants, I can’t give it. No one can. So,” he nodded to Sam’s laptop, resting on his bed. “If you want to help, let me take your stupid laptop.”

Sam didn’t move, his frown only deepening. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to deny the, uh, the betterlust something it wants-“

“What the hell am I supposed to do about that? I told you, I can’t have it-“

Sam said Her name, and the betterlust clouded over Dean’s skull.

“Sam, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re saying-“

“It’s just us.” Sam sighed, moving to his bed. “You don’t have to lie.”

Dean fists clenched, something tightening around his throat as he watched Sam unplug his laptop. “Shut up-“

“Dean.” Sam gave him one of the most exhausted, flat, annoying looks Dean had ever seen on his brother’s face. “C’mon, man. Just, for five minutes, pretend we��re like, emotionally healthy and trust each other. It’s her.” Sam said Her name again, and he needed to stop fucking doing that or Dean might actually die, the words begging to fall out of his mouth like an exhale or vomit.

“Fuck I, I can’t control it, Sammy. And it’s dangerous. For myself, for,” he swallowed, muttering Her name. “And if you’re about to give me one of those lectures about feelings, I am not in the damn mood-“

Sam turned around, and pushed the laptop into Dean’s hands. “I’m not going to lecture you. You know what I think, and I know you’re going to be a stubborn idiot and not listen to me when I tell you that it really wouldn’t be that bad-“

“This is sure startin’ to sound like a lecture-“

“But,” Sam gave him a stern glare, and it was times like these Dean hated that the man was so fucking tall. “I don’t think now is the time to work on it. I’ll tell her you’re fine, you’ll get a handle on the betterlust, and we’ll figure this out, because that’s what we do. Just,” Sam kept his grip tight on his laptop, frowning down at Dean’s outstretched hands. “Don’t do anything gross with it.”

Dean rolled his eyes, yanking the laptop into his arms. “I’m not gonna be gross-“

“Uh huh.” Sam gave him a flat look, bracing his hands on his hips. “If I get that back only to find a bunch of porn-“

“Then you’ll thank me for showing you the only pair of boobs you’ll ever see- Hey!” Dean dodged Sam’s hand, reaching out to grab the laptop. “This was a gift, man, you don’t get to take it back-“

“It was not a gift, it was a loan. And I’m serious, I don’t want to have to wipe that thing because you downloaded a million hentai videos with viruses-“

“Don’t worry, Sammy.” Dean took a large step back, placing his hand on the door, pausing to make sure She wasn’t outside, and pushing it open. “Your computer is in safe, very chaste hands. I’m a downright angel. A saint, some would call me.”

“I cannot think of one person who would call you a saint, Dean- Dean-“

He’d taken off, half running down the hall to return to the safety of the garage, and Sam’s voice—calling after him—sounded more annoyed than angry. Like he knew he was fighting a war he’d already lost.

“No porn!”

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Sam says Dean is fine. That they’d talked, no murder had happened, and Dean was weird but in a normal, Dean way. That the betterlust has done its job, and he’s not avoiding you, but just busy. That the betterlust has given him a wave of energy, so he’s using it to get things done.

But here’s the thing about living with the Winchesters. At first they’re unreadable—just two brooding, hot men who seem to speak in almost exclusively grunts and strange looks—but then you figure out how to pull one brick from the wall, and the whole thing comes toppling down. You know everything about them, and they don’t think you know everything about them, and everyone is happy pretending that they’re still mysterious and mythical to you.

They’re not.

They’re unbelievably predictable.

Dean has a routine of work he does on Baby—he’d explained the cycle to you once, and you hadn’t followed a word of it, but his hands kept moving and he looked so pretty and his voice was so deep, so who can blame you—and a seemingly chaotic daily agenda that took you about a week to figure out. It’s—even in the bunker—the pattern of someone who lives on the road. He does laundry at midnight because there will be less people, even though the only other options for people are you and Sam. He eats lunch around 11am, because that’s when diners start serving lunch. He goes to the bathroom early in the morning, because he’s getting ready for a long drive he doesn’t have to take.

And you could make the argument that you know Dean so well because of the whole being hopelessly in love with him thing, but Sam’s no better. If you know Dean like the back of your dominant hand, you know Sam like the back of your non-dominant one. You could pick Dean out of a crowd anywhere—because some very, very annoying part of your brain is always searching for him—but you wouldn’t need to pick Sam out of a crowd. You’d just have to cup your hands over your mouth, shout something stupid, and he’d appear behind you to tell I don’t think that’s true. You could follow Dean around like a puppy for the rest of your life, but Sam would be right at your side, bitching and moaning about you not just telling Dean how you feel.

You won’t. You’ll keep looking Dean in the eyes after he comes back from another hookup, laugh at his jokes, and pretend you’re not dying. Not being stabbed right through your chest when he smiles at you, because he’s bragging to Sam about things you want to experience but never want to hear about. Pretending your skin doesn’t grow warm and electric when he brushes his hand against yours on accident, that it doesn’t make your lungs swell with an overdose of air and your brain turn to an intoxicating hum of Dean.

And Sam will keep looking at you with raised brows and a pointed expression, and tell you that Dean will realize eventually so you should just get it over with now.

And you’ll keep glaring at him and remind Sam that he only knows because you explicitly told him. That, unless you tell Dean, he’s never going to have a clue because you’re a fantastic liar. Both the brothers seem to forget that, while they know you, they still don’t really know how to read you.

But you can read them. You know Dean’s every tone, and Sam’s every expression, and their every habit and quirk and pattern.

And Dean’s never busy.

And Sam is fucking lying to you.

You don’t know why he’s lying to you, because Dean’s welfare isn’t something Sam lies to you about. Sam lies to you about his own relationships, or his mental stability, or about doing the dishes, but he doesn’t lie to you about Dean. He’s never looked at your nose—which he only does when he lies—and said Dean's good.

He’s never used that too gruff, bland, painfully rehearsed tone that screams liar to you when he’s talking about Dean. He doesn’t know you’ll immediately figure out that he’s lying, but that just means the lie is more thought out. That he’s practiced the lie, and thinks you won’t catch on.

Sam’s lying about Dean, and you can’t tell him you know he’s lying, and you’re really, really worried. Because Sam says the betterlust is under control, but you haven’t seen Dean for a week. Sam says he’s working on Baby, but you’re pretty sure Dean’s cycle is at its slowest point. Sam says Dean’s just busy, but that man doesn’t get busy unless you’re on a hunt. He lounges around, bothers Sam with you, watches TV with you, eats dinner with you, drinks with you, and talks to you until you’re both a little buzzed and stupid.

But Dean’s not talking to you. You haven’t been in the same room as him since you got back to the bunker, and Sam suddenly seems intent on fucking keeping it that way.

“I,” you glance up at the door to the garage, holding your knees to your chest. “I think I’m just going to go talk to him. See if he needs anything-“

“No!” Sam half leaps to block your path, and you’re not even fully out of the chair. “I mean, uh, it’s okay. He’s fine. Don’t worry about him.”

“But-“

“Do you want to hang out? While I work?”

That makes you certain Sam is lying. Sam’s never exactly enthusiastic about your habit of bugging him while he works, even if he knows it’s just your excuse to either talk to Dean or talk about Dean.

If Sam’s an onlooker to you staring at and weakly flirting with Dean, it ends with him telling you to confess, you flipping him off, and Sam muttering that he wishes you guys would at least be dramatic in the kitchen instead.

If Sam’s a captive audience to you moaning about how much you love Dean, it ends with him making a sour face and telling you that you should make some friends who Dean isn’t related to.

And you always tell him that, if Sam wants you to fuck off, he should say that. And he never does, so you’re there every time, and Sam is mock annoyed every time.

Which is why he never asks you to hang out. You hang out no matter what, and you’re pretty sure Sam secretly prays for the day you forget to flop into the chair across from his, singing a pop song off-key until he rolls his eyes and indulges you.

Sam should not be already indulging you already. You hadn’t even started singing yet.

And that’s exactly why you sit back down. Whatever Sam is up to, whatever’s wrong with Dean, is serious enough for Sam to blatantly lie and throw himself in harm’s way—listening to you talk about Dean for two hours straight—to keep you from knowing.

But you don’t let it go. You pretend you’ve let it go, and Sam buys it, but for the rest of the day your mind is in the garage with Dean, trying to figure out what he needs. If the spell failed, and the bloodlust is back. If the spell worked, but too well, and now Dean doesn’t want to do anything but what he loves, which doesn’t include talking to you or, apparently, Sam. If Rowena taking your hair fucked it all up, and now Dean is trapped doing things he doesn’t love. If he’s in pain, or tired, or angry. And, most of all, why wouldn’t he want you to know. Dean tells you everything, and whatever it is, you’ve seen him do worse and still emerged from the other side in love with him.

Maybe he’d be more willing to listen if you tell him you love him. That he doesn’t trust you and it’s breaking your heart because you love him, and whatever it is, you want to help. You always want to help. Dean could be pushing his guts up his throat, and you’d still want to help. Because you love him.

He wouldn’t believe you. Half the reason you’ve never told Dean you love him is because you’re certain he won’t believe you, then tell you he doesn’t want your pity, then push you away. And you’d lose him forever, because you’d leave and he won’t love you enough to try and bring you back.

But you have to know what’s wrong. It’s eating at your intestines and ribs, because Sam and Dean are hiding something and they don’t trust you with it and Dean’s in pain and you can’t understand why.

You need to look Dean in the eyes and either hear him lie to you—just like Sam, but with a likely devastating impact on your organs and bones—so you know that he really, truly won’t tell you, or watch him decide that he can trust you with whatever’s hurting him and let you help.

It would be easy to do if the asshole wasn’t so obviously avoiding you. If you hadn’t heard him sneaking around the halls like he wasn’t supposed to be there, if he wasn’t suddenly never in your path throughout the day when he’d been previously a key factor of your every moment. He’s hiding, and you don’t have a single clue how to confront him when Sam is acting like going near the garage will give you Herpes.

You know Dean’s sleeping in his room—you can hear him snore through the walls, and when you grab his laundry the pile has grown—but you’re not brave enough to walk into his room and confront him. You don’t think you could live with yourself if he felt violated by that, and even if he didn’t there’s a pretty strong chance just the sight of a sleeping Dean Winchester would make you fall to your knees and forget how to speak.

You haven’t seen him in the Dean Cave once, which is incredibly disturbing, and takes ambushing him while he’s relaxed and two beers into a movie is off the table.

You could get him in the kitchen. You haven’t seen him eating—you haven’t seen him at all—but the pies you’ve been making for him can’t just be disappearing overnight. And there’s still a little too much coffee in the morning—just enough for you to pour into your mug and wonder if this is what Dean would taste like if you kissed him —but it’s colder, which means he’s making it earlier.

But he’s making it.

So if you can time it right, you can stake out the kitchen and get Dean to talk to you. Even if it doesn’t end up answering your questions, at least Dean will have talked to you.

Because that’s really what you’ve missed the most. Through the months without Dean, the time where Dean wasn’t really Dean, and all the bloodlust, you’ve really just missed him talking to you. In an easy, natural way that always made you fall in love with him a little more, and made you more certain in your choice to never, ever tell him. You won’t lose him.

But you seem to already have.

So, nothing bad can really come of chasing just a few more words from Dean.

End Note: The Eric Kripke curse got me, and I had to add another chapter. Dear fan fiction and writing gods, please let this end in five chapters. I've learned my lesson and will never try to estiamte the length of anything again. Amen.

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hoodielord · 2 months ago

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Grim and Hood

Nightwing

Gotham Bay Monday 9pm

Dick didn't know about Jason's gang or much about his crime lord work in general. But now is a better time than later to learn. Jason had been watching a shipment of chemicals that scarecrow had supposedly ordered. But another issue had come up where Jason was needed. So Jason sent some members of his gang to help with the shipment.This just so happened to include Jason's second in command.

Dick wasn't expecting this. Jason's second in command was around Jason’s age. He’s a head shorter than Jason.They are lanky though and pale. They wore a skelton mask that covered the lower half of his face. They moved like Cass or Duke; clung to the shadows and moved silently most of the time. It was surprising given their white hair. When it was time to move into fighting they were brutal, not deadly, but enough to break a few bones and incapacitate men twice as built as they were. Everything about them screamed meta.

This skeleton was definitely a meta of some sort. Quickly they climbed into the rafters of the warehouse. Green eyes glowed as they swept through the warehouse. They were hunting for something. Skeleton’s eyes snapped to a man running for the exit.

Like a whip they zipped through the rafters and descended on the man. The man shrieked in surprise and swung. But his arm never hit them. No, their arm went through them like he wasn't there. The man freaked blindly and swung at him screaming.

“What are you?!”

The skeleton mask’s fist slammed into the man’s face and the man crumbled. Skeleton dug through the man’s pockets and pulled out a glowing green vial.

After the fighting was done and the shipment was secured Hood arrived.

“ Hey Wing.”

“Hey Hood. So who's that?” pointing to them as they worked on helping the injured and tieing up the goons.

“That’s Grim, he does most of the work when I'm not around.”

“ Hey boss, everything's secure!” One of the gang members calls.

“ Good. Okay Sam and Ralph will make sure the shipment is handed off. Bill makes sure these idiots are hauled away by the cops. The rest of you can pack it in for tonight.”

The rest of the gang moves out or to their posts. Except Grim who walks up to Hood.

“ Hey Grim, you good?”

Grin nods and hands Hood the vial.

“This is probably the new prototype the demented sock puppet was working on.” Their voice had an echo but maybe more like many different voices were speaking as one.

Hood let out a chuckle at Grim’s remark.

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

Despite, the mask you could tell Grim was smiling but his expression faltered and he wavered.

He mumbles something about overtime and then proceeds to face plant right into Hood's chest.

“Is he alright?”

Hood sighs “ Yeah, he should be alright. He just fell asleep.” Hood mumbles something about bribes and revenge.

“Do I wanna know what you’re planning?”

“Not unless you want the same thing to happen to you,” Hood says as he picks Grim up and throws him over his shoulder.

“See you later, Wing,” Hood said before calling the gang for a car.

----

After a few rings, she picked up.

“Hey, Spoiler.”

“What’s up Hood?”

“If I make you waffles tomorrow would you help me get revenge on RR?”

“Hell yeah! Wait. What kind of revenge?”

“I am thinking more of your kind of revenge.”

“Deal!”

“Awesome, so here is the plan.”

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Tuesday 1am, Jason’s apartment

“Hey, your coworkers said you have the rest of the week off,” Jason said from the kitchen.

“Cool…your brother needed to chill with the overtime. I feel like I did in high school dealing with ghosts.” Danny mumbled from the couch in the living room.

“Yeah, I already have that covered.”

“What do you mean?”

Jason didn’t answer.

“Jason, what are you going to do to your brother?”

“Nothing too bad.”

“Jason.”

“It’s fine, get some more sleep.”

A few seconds pass and then there is a crash in the living room.

“Get back here, intruder!”

“You're literally the one that crawled through the window!”

Jason recognizes that voice and rushes to the living room.“If you don’t stop right now I am not helping clean the barn this weekend!”

Danny was standing on the couch with a crystal blue sword in hand as Damian looked ready to strike but stopped midswing.

“You promised to help! You dare break your promise! And explain, who is this harlot?”

“Who is this kid and why does he speak like he’s from a period drama?....The fuck is a harlot?” Danny said, still holding tight to his sword ready to block the swing.

Jason sighs,”Demon brat, this is Danny. Danny, this is Demon brat.”

“tt.That explains nothing.”

“Zero net gain of info there, Jay.”

Both of them ease slightly in their stances.

“Demon Brat, why are you here? B do something stupid again?”

“Oh. this is your other little brother.”

Danny released his grip on his sword and it began to dissolve into nothing. At this Damian tightened his grip on his sword.

“ Damian, he’s my friend.”

“Fine…It was Grayson. He was too stifling after tonight." Damian put his short sword away. Jason and Daiman walk into the kitchen as Danny slumps back into the couch.

“Let me guess you got injured?”

“I only required three stitches. He is overreacting.”

“Fine. I got tea. You can only stay for an hour though. Don’t need all the bats to show up on my balcony.”

“That is acceptable ... .You're expecting someone else?”

“Steph is helping me with something…. You’ll see later.” Jason said with a grin.

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Noon, Wayne Manor. Dick

Dick was at the manor because he was preparing to cover for Bruce as Batman when he was off-world dealing with a Justice League issue.

The door into the dining room swung open violently followed by Tim marching in covered in neon green glitter. There was so much glitter that it trailed behind him.

“ You look like you’re trying to cosplay the riddler. Did Steph do that?”

Tim just grumbled and held up a light purple sticky note.

‘Yep, definitely Steph.’ Dick thought, grabbing the note.

The note read: ‘Jason said you gave your R&D department too harsh a deadline for a project and they had to work double overtime on it. So you get a glitter bomb! 😛 P.S. No, I am not helping you clean it. Yes I got bribed. No, I am not helping you get him back.’

“Why would Jason care about your R&D department? Also double overtime? That's harsh.”

“One of his friends is a part of it. And I wouldn’t have had to do that if the client wasn’t a total ass about it…Maybe I should send them a glitter bomb….. Anyway, I gave the department the rest of the week off.” Tim mumbles as he rests his head in his arms on the table.

“First of all , I think the glitter bomb is a bad idea. Secondly, Jason has a friend working at W.E.?”

“Yeah, one of the top engineers. His name is Danny ... .Never introduce him to Steph. I will never see the end of the glitter or worse.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah. He found out someone was stealing his pens. He replaced the ink in them so that the thief was writing in glitter gel ink on official forms. Then there was the time he set up a code on another engineer's computer that would randomly call him an idiot.”

“ What did he do to deserve that?”

“Used and misplaced Danny’s socket set.”

Dick laughed. “Well it’s nice that Jason has another friend.” Dick paused after a moment and said, “We should never introduce him to Roy either.”

“Oh God, no.”

Thinking about it now Danny was probably Grim. But Tim didn’t need to know that now but knowing him he probably already did.

“You should probably go change.Alfred not going to be happy to see all the glitter too.”

“He should make Jason and Steph clean it.” Tim groaned.

At this time Damian walked into the dining hall and stopped to state at Tim with a knowing grin.

“Gremlin, did you help Steph and Jason with this?”

“No, I would not stoop to that level. Todd had mentioned he and Brown were working on something together.”

Noon same day, Jason’s apartment, Steph

Steph was always up to pranking Tim, well anyone in the Batfamily except Alfred really, but she wanted to know why Jason was defending the R&D department with this revenge thing. So after the prank was pulled she swung by Jason’s apartment.

She climbed into the living room through the fire escape window.

“Hey, I was promised waffles!”

Someone sat up on the couch with wide blue eyes staring at Steph. A mess of black hair flopped in different directions. They have an iron grip on the back of the couch. They're lanky and thin, practically swimming in a 3xl t-shirt. That’s not Jason.

“Nobody I know uses the goddamn door!” Jason yells stomping into the living room.

Danny and Steph point at each other and turn to Jason.

“Steph, this is my friend Danny. Danny this Steph. Who I am going to personally show the definition of defenestration.”

“Hey you’re the one that promised waffles. And here I helped you with your revenge.” Steph defended herself.

“Revenge? Waffles? Waffles sound good. Revenge is best cold though or something like that. Waffles not so much. ” Danny said half asleep and then promptly fell back asleep.

“Is he alright?” Steph said, leaning over the couch to see if he was.

Jason sighs “He hasn’t had enough sleep in this past week. Come on, I'll make you your waffles.”

In the kitchen Jason gets to work making Steph her waffles. After a few moments she asks “soooo…is he the reason that you had me glitter bomb Tim’s office?”

“Yep. Last week Danny was helping me with tracking the shipment of Scarecrow's fear toxin that we took care of last night.”

“Danny knows you’re Hood?”

“Yeah, I met him as Jason first then as Hood, he works with the gang.”

“Does Tim know?”

“I mean its a matter of time. Anyway, this week Tim had the R&D department, where Danny works, do more overtime to finish this project hence the glitter bomb.”

“You are the only nerd I know that would use the word hence…. I would never call Alfred a nerd.”

“Understandable but if you call me a nerd again I am burning your waffles.”

“Nooo!”

“Hey how come Danny looked like he was about to run when I yelled?”

“That’s because the gremlin decided to stop by earlier and then proceed to try and hunt Danny for sport.” Jason said, placing the first plate of waffles in front of her.

“Ha, yeah that explains it.” Steph said, taking a bite of her well earned waffles.

“Soooo want to tell me why he's wearing your t-shirt?”

“No”

Two days later, Gotham bay, Roy

Jason had asked for some help with some experimental tech he was working with. He wasn't expecting to find a new buddy to talk shop with.

Arriving at the warehouse he spots Hood waiting for him by the door.

“Hey Roy.”

“Hey Jaybird, so what’s the tech you wanted to show me?”

“It’s inside, a member of the gang is looking...”

Hood was cut off by a small explosion from inside the warehouse. Hood and Roy burst into the warehouse. Smoke curls through the air as they rush in.

“Grim! Where are you? Grim!” Hood calls as he moves through the crates and boxes.

“Damn it! Where are you? Danny!” Hood was panicking; it wasn't like him. Who was this Danny person?

There’s a fire up ahead with smoke curling up to the roof. A few shouts from different gang members rush to find the fire extinguishers. Like a bullet, one of the members with snow white hair dressed in all black, rushed forward. They seemed to blast the fire with a wave of ice as other members came in with fire extinguishers.

“Grim!” Hood yelled as the one dressed in black seemed to stagger after the fire was out.

Hood rushed forward grabbing them by the shoulders and steadying them.

“Hey Grim. You there?”

“Hood?” his voice was quiet.

“Yeah it’s me. You okay?”

“Yeah I'm okay.” he still didn’t sound all there.

“Why don't you sit for a bit.”

“Yeah..”

“Okay I’ll be checking everyone else okay?”

Hood helped Grim to one of the crates to sit. Hood and Roy walk away as Grim calms down.

“Jaybird, is he alright?”

Hood sighs “He will be… explosions at close distance send him off sometimes.”

“Bill!”

“Yeah, Boss?”

“What happened?”

“Grim was working on the device when he just froze suddenly and freaked out, getting everyone away from it. Then it exploded. Nobody’s hurt. How’s he?”

“ He’s calming down now.”

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Hood and Roy looked over the wreckage.

“Well I don’t think we are going to get anything from this Jaybird.”

“The device had a secondary trigger.” a voice came from behind Roy.

“Jesus fuck!”

Grim jumped back a little at Roy’s outburst. Hood just laughed at them both.

“Are you sure you’re not a new Bat or something?”

“No. Why would I dress as a bat furry?” Even with the skeleton mask you could tell he had a smirk across his face.

Hood started laughing harder and Roy laughed too.

“I’m Arsenal.” Roy stuck his hand out to Grim.

“Grim.” They said, shaking his hand.

“Grim works as the gang’s second in command. He’s also the tech expert on hand. And this is Arsenal who’s okay with tech.”

“Jaybird I am better than okay.”

“I once saw you jam an arrow into a computer that you couldn’t hack.”

“I didn't have enough time! Plus it worked didn’t it?” Arsenal

“I mean whatever works.” Grim shrugged.

“See Jaybird he gets it,” Roy turns to Grim “Hey wanna hear about the high powered flamethrower I made?”

“Hell yeah. I made a laser gun out of a microwave once.”

“I am now regretting letting you two meet.”

“Too late!” Grim and Roy exclaimed. Grim’s eyes lit up, literally they were glowing green.

Hood sighs “Okay but let’s work on the problem at hand first.” he then turns back to Grim, “Also if you ever work together on something I’m telling your sister.”

“Spoilsport.” Grim huffed.

They went to work on the remains of the bomb looking over the components.

“Are you doing okay Grim?”

Grim hummed at his question. “Yeah… this is just my luck huh? I got a week of overtime and almost blew up…”

“But you didn’t. You saved them before it could hurt you or anybody.”

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc #IDK why most of roy's part was mostly dialogue #I definitely have more written but i wanna edit it first #i am trying to write dead on main but romance is not my strong suit.

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unluckilyimnot · 8 months ago

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Hii love your writing sm! Can you write how would rin,sae,karasu and otoya react if them and the reader went on a date/stroll around the park and a lady who is selling roses approaches them and asks them if they woud buy one for the reader??

roses – rin, sae, karasu

m.list | rules

Note: hiii thank you for your request ! Here it is hihi for the fun fact, it happened to me once on a date with a guy (he didn’t say yes btw, it was like our second date something like that) sorry I couldn't think of eita's reaction ;-;

Rin Itoshi

Rin blushed a little and if he could, he would’ve turned his face away for you not to see this. You patted his arm sweetly before locking your arm with his. You were sure that his nervous self would panics at this situation.

“Sorry ma’am, that’s maybe too soon for that –” but Rin cut you off.

“Here.” He handed cash to the lady and she let you choose one of them with a smile.

You let go off his arm while looking a little. Your eyes met with hers and she flashes you a big smile. “You find a good one here.” she said with a wink.

You could feel your cheeks heat up as well and wave her goodbye with your fresh flower in hand. It smells so good, you were kinda sure it was from her garden.

Looking up to Rin, you pushed it under his nose ass well. “It really smells good.”

Sniffing a little, Rin only nods, still not looking at you. You almost started to feel bad.

“Thank you.” you whispered, laying your head on his arm. It wasn’t early in the relationship in fact, you just knew Rin was uncomfortable with this type of things. You never expected him to say yes. That for sure made your heart flutter.

She was totally right, you had to keep him.

Sae Itoshi

As soon as the lady came closer, Sae turned her off with a strict gaze. He’s not into this kind of stuff anyway, and it’s not a flower that can reflect how much he loves you. It fades away at some point, and he wishes to offer you the best things in life, not something that dies anyway.

He was about to go on with his day and forget about it already when the lady spoke to you.

“If he doesn’t even consider it, maybe you should find someone better.”

“Maybe you’re right.” you added, giggling with her to tease him a little.

You forget for a little how Sae takes things seriously. If you think that you have to reconsider his love over a flower, he’ll make sure to prove you wrong. Mostly her, in fact.

Turning around on his heels, he looked dead in her eyes and said, without even thinking twice this time, “I’ll take them all.”

You gasped before laughing out loud this time, tears already showing in your eyes. You grabbed his arm, shaking your head.

“Come on Sae, I’m kidding it’s fine !”

“No. I take it.”

That’s how you end up with around fifty roses and you were already thinking about where to pt them around your place .

Tabito Karasu

The second Tabito saw the old lady, it clicked in his head. He just had to find something to keep you occupied for a few minutes.

Bringing back the fact that you were hungry a while ago, he let you wait in the line for soame waffle and ice cream, faking that he had to call someone back quickly before he could come back. You didn’t ask anything about it, it happens quite often with his job. You understand that.

Little did you know, he rushed to the old lady the second your eyes fell on your phone. She wasn’t expecting him, he could tell when he heard her gasp.

“Sorry I surprised you, but he would really like one for my s/o without them knowing,” he explained, eyes wide open enough to make her giggle. She nodded of course, handing him two flowers.

“The second is a gift, they’re very lucky to have you, young man.” Her tender smile, showing him how age marked her yet never touched her kindness, made him soft as he thanked her with a warm smile as well. He’ll make sure to let you know.

You covered your mouth in shock when he tapped your shoulder before handing you the two roses. You didn’t expect him to find her himself for you.

“You didn’t have to !”

“One is from her, it’s a gift.” he chuckles, greatly appreciating the kiss you laid on his cheek to thank him.

I hope you liked it !

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bowsnstrings · 19 days ago

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🎶🎼🎀Hit The Right Note!🎀🎼🎶

Onyankopon x original character

Warnings: 1.6k words! mentions of weed, mentions of food, descriptions of sex, (pnv) unprotected sex, original character with original descriptions.

Ony always had his brightest ideas when he was with Princess. Well mostly when he was high and around Princess. He couldn’t help it though, it was two of his favorite things combined, it was bound to make good things happen.

He was smoking in the studio listening to some new beats he was working on. Princess sat close by on his new loveseat he bought for her to sit on during late nights in the studio. He was trying to take a break after getting frustrated, huffing out a cloud to the ceiling as he reclined back.

Princess had suggested food to brighten up his mood, their cheat days “suddenly” aligning perfectly, so they settled on breakfast for dinner. The only thing open at midnight was Waffle House so they packed up and left for the night.

Ony let her pick the songs on the car ride, and she randomly picked Aaliyah’s classic. He laughed the hardest he had in a while when they realized how crazy they were for going to Waffle House at nearly one in the morning, but that was nothing new being around her.

“It feels like you try’na be New New or something.” Ony quipped at her for her song choice, poking her in the ribs at the red light to hear her giggle.

“Ony! Stooop!” Princess whined, smacking her lips, her lipgloss reflecting the red from the traffic light. Fuck, she looked good, wearing his most expensive jersey, hair just thrown into a ponytail. She was hard at work with him in the studio, putting her pen to paper too.

They pulled into the lot and sat in a booth, no security, no cameras, no fans. No one else was in there but the employees, and funnily enough they treated them so poorly that it was like they weren’t celebrities either.

Ony got his hashbrowns with cheese, bacon, toast, and waffles, happily scarfing down all of his food across from Princess. He was chewing as he watched her take her first bite, and then it happened. She gave a long humm, lower in her usual tone but still over the larynx. Still sweet sounding, but much dirtier.

He almost mistook it for a moan. He swallowed his food quickly, blinking at her in disbelief across the table. “Ony? Earth to Ony? Onya? Hello?” She called out, waving her hand to catch his attention.

That’s when Ony pulled out his notebook, quickly jotting down what she had just said, and following it up with some new lines. They stayed in that Waffle House, Ony writing, crossing out words, creating double entendres and punchlines until the workers were really giving them dirty looks.

He finished the song before they made it to his home, Ony rushing to pull her inside while Princess sleepily yawned at four a.m., still wondering what Ony was up to.

“Baby, I wanna put you in my song.” He leaned over her shoulder, rubbing his hands down her sides. “I want your voice, a piece of you in it forever.” Ony whispered to her gently.

Her hands rubbed up and down his neck, she stretched like a cat in his hands, and was purring too. “Okay, Ony.” She sighed into him, her body pressed against his. That was nothing, she’d been on plenty of his songs before.

“I want you to moan for me, Baby. On the song.”

Princess gasped softly, taken aback, but didn’t pull away. Still against him as his arms moved down soothingly. They came back up under her arms as he pulled away to look at her, worried that he was going too far.

“You don’t have to-”

“Okay.” She slumped back down, hiding her face from him in her hands. Her stack of bracelets shone in his face as he stood there in shock at how fast she agreed.

“Okay, what?” He asked to be sure, he had to be sure about this, and she did too.

“Okay, Ony. We can do it.” She blinked heavily, droopy lovesick eyes that were trying to avoid his. “Just promise me you won't let my Grandparents find out about it. Say it’s fake or whatever.” She rambled out, looking down at her feet.

“You really want to, Mama?” He put his hand under her chin, lifting it until they saw each other clearly. The only light was the moonlight from outside, but Ony was still able to see the way she held steady. “You can always say no. Even if we start and you want to stop.”

“I want to, Ony.” She eased out her words in one breath. Stepping back until her legs touched the bed behind her. Her hands shaking slightly as they reached for the hem of the jersey, pulling it up before pausing at her belly button. “Only if you keep loving me so good.”

“I promise.”

The rest is a bit of a blur now, hard, meaningful kisses exchanged as they helped each other strip out of their clothes. He needed to be able to hear her loud and clear, so he had his voice memo app open on his phone, recording right next to her face.

Her cheek laid on her hand, turning into the sheets in a beautiful arch for him. Ony rubbing a hand over her ass as she kept upright on unsteady legs, chest pressed to the mattress as she presented her pussy for him.

She was huffing out breathless pants, rocking side to side trying to soothe the ache between her legs as Ony stuffed her full. As soon as he tried to get the last three inches in she’d wiggle left or right. At first he couldn’t help but get mesmerized by the way her hips moved, teeth clenched tight trying to muffle his own sounds. Now, he was losing patience, needing to fuck her good.

The way she looked was downright filthy now, something straight out of Ony’s wet dreams as he pulled out, watching how soaking wet Princess’s pretty pink hole was as she tried to clench down on nothing. She was whining for him, wanting him back in, but still scared.

“So..so- hngh!”

Both of them were drenched in her, his fat tip catching on her entrance as he groaned, forgetting about the recording momentarily. Her puffy folds warm and inviting as Ony pushed back in slowly, hearing her shrill begging, keening musically as she was stuffed again and again.

“Common, Baby. You can do it, just let it out for me.”

His hands grabbing her waist to pull her into him, his hips pressed right against her until her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Ony! Ah! Too much-too full, hah hahh-”

No, not right, too high. Too short too. No, he needed the right one. Organic, natural, deeper. Ony wanted her to let out that part of her that was buried deep, he wanted her to really let it out.

“Ugh, please- please- pleaseeee!”

“Please what, Ma?” He tossed his head back after punching into her with a rough thrust, her legs scrambling to close. He forced his hips forward more, grabbing her ankles and holding up her calves as he rolled his hips in waves. “You can cum, you know you can cum.”

One of his calloused palms travels up her leg, rubbing so close where she needed him to touch. “Uh, uhh-” Princess almost did it, turning away into her elbow at the last second, hands gripping the sheets for dear life.

“You can do it, Baby. Just need me to help you, hmm? You need me, Baby?”

Smack, smack, smack. Ony’s hips driving in faster than before, both of them panting and sweaty, breathing heavily as Princess moaned and whined. None of them were right yet, he needed to get that hit, that next number one!

Ony quickly leaned down, one hand snaking around to grab her face, lifting it to his phone’s speaker where it was still recording all the sinful sounds in the room. It was a dripping mess between her legs, they were slippery as he dragged his fingertips up her thigh to her clit. He pressed down hard with his middle finger, following her as her hips tried to pull back, using the opportunity to plug forward again.

Princess screamed when he quickly began sliding his fingers back and forth, firm strokes that had her seizing up. Her knees trying to press together and her pussy trying to push him out as she squirted through her orgasm. Her back truly arched for him as he lifted her face higher, still rubbing at her clit.

“Breathe. Breathe for me, Mama.” She followed his order as soon as the words floated into her ear. A big deep breath into her lungs, gasping for it, then as she breathed out, there it was. That perfect moan, long and steady, right into the mic, but just for good measure he kept rubbing and got another one too.

Princess didn’t remember anything else after that, not even when Ony bathed her down and dressed her back up in warm clothes. Afterwards he left to head back to the studio, but not before swarming her face in soft kisses and tucking her into his bed to finally get some sleep. As soon as he got back in he set himself up to record and in four short hours the song was done, mix and mastered too.

It was safe to say that Princess was thoroughly embarrassed to hear herself sound like that ever, even though Ony reassured her that she sounded beautiful. It was downright pornagraphic the way she moaned, and Ony only accentuated her voice to make it really pop through people’s speakers.

They dropped the song that same day Princess approved it, and overnight it was a hit. Millions of people were trying to guess who’s voice it was, tweeting, commenting, spamming Ony day and night to find out. He’d take it to the grave, but whenever someone would ask where he came up with the idea he’d always say, “It’s just what my dream woman sounds like.”

Hey everyone, sorry for taking so long to post, I'm trying to get through finals and a class I'm taking during winter break. Give me like one more week for the next fic, but for right now here's a little something I wrote last night! xoxo - Bow🎀🫶🏾

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six-eyed-samurai · 3 months ago

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a amajiki x reader where reader is on her period and has really bad cramps and mood swings and amajiki has to ask mirio and nejire for advice

SUMMARY: Very apologetically Tamaki has no idea how to handle your shark week, so Mirio and Nejire are here to help him out! A/N: Very apologetically I too am not sure if things were accurate I'M SORRY I DON'T EXPERIENCE THIS so I'm literally trying to remember what my ex gf was like FORGIVE ME ALSO FOR BEING SO LATE I HAD TO STOP HALFWAY BECAUSE OF EXAMS WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, period, maybe inaccuracies (refer to above)

🌸Let’s set the scene.

🌸Please pity him. It was in the middle of a cafe date that suddenly you stopped slurping your drink, freezing with a funny expression and your waffle piece halfway to your mouth. Obviously Tamaki’s voice peters out and away as he sinks into his jacket….oh crap, did he say something wrong? Maybe his breath smells bad?

🌸Then you ask to borrow his jacket. He gives it over, relieved, thinking you must’ve just been cold or something - wait, why are you tying it around your waist and heading to the toilet?

🌸When you finally come back out you awkwardly ask to cut the date short with much apologies, but you really wanted to head back and change….why? Oh right, your period kind of….leaked.

🌸”….”

🌸”Sure, sure! All’s to worry, not to fine!” Tamaki’s just happy it isn’t because of him - it’s your third date after a year of hopelessly pining and finally using up all the courage he had in this lifetime to confess and ask you out.

🌸Then it actually hits him.

🌸Silly boy’s even more panicked than you are, and YOU’RE The one on your period. It’s mostly because he wants to help you cover up and not have the date ruined but he has no idea how, not having much experience in this - come to think of it, Nejire never brought up her period with him and Mirio, so honestly he had no idea what he was doing.

🌸Hell, he’s suddenly forgotten how the menstruation cycle works - where did all those science lessons go??? Help???

🌸You have to assure him it’s not a big deal, his jacket is enough, could he help get a doggy bag for the waffles and get the drinks though?

🌸After he drops you off by your dorm Tamaki is immediately whipping out his phone and googling about periods, but it’s only explaining to him why and how it happens…wait, you’ll get mood swings, headaches, loss of appetite, lethargy and cramps? And girls go through this every month?

🌸That sounds worse than a villain attack; Tamaki’s respect for you probably broke the meter.

🌸He’s gonna be the supportive boyfriend! This is his chance to show you you didn’t make any mistake in choosing the quiet weirdo to be your partner! Tamaki nods, trying to hype himself up.

🌸Problem is…what is he supposed to do…

🌸Nejire and Mirio are more than happy to play wingmen once more, of course!

🌸All his plans collapse when you didn’t show up in class the next day however. Not only that, you’re pretty dry when he texts you and you’re - you’re ending the conversation first?!

🌸*>>sry im not feeling my best rn and dont wanna take it out on you*

🌸*>>ill talk to you ltr?*

🌸Tamaki ends up overthinking as usual, picking away at his lunch so obviously, leading to Mirio and Nejire’s interrogation and him spilling his guts. He wants to go check on you to see if you’re fine, but do YOU want him to go check on you?

🌸Nejire scoffs and tells him of course you’d want him to check on you! Girls could get clingy on their periods, of course you’d appreciate it if he came over…hey, you both could always do a stay at home date, nothing fancy! You’d surely be up for movies to cheer you up - Nejire would gladly lend Tamaki her account, no payment required.

🌸What’s he supposed to do? Nejire’s winking not so subtly as she slyly suggests cuddling under blankets with - oops, he looks like he’s about to faint now. No surprise, Tamaki nearly had a heart attack when you both first brushed fingers.

🌸Tamaki’s social anxiety having him debating between being the object everyone in the corridor must surely be gawking at or running somewhere far far away? No worries either, Mirio’s there to stop him from getting a concussion slamming his head against the wall.

🌸Mirio helpfully knocks very loudly on your door, calling out Tamaki’s name when your groggy voice drifts out. He gives his stunned, dark-haired friend a thumbs up and shoves a box of chocolates into his arms, mouthing “give this to her!” before taking off.

🌸Regrettably Tamaki’s first words to you were not…er…

🌸”You look terrible.”

🌸Immediately Tamaki backtracked, yelping about how it was probably the dim lighting that made him see things wonky, he’s SORRY, he didn’t mean it he was just surprised, please FORGIVE him, uh, uh, please have this box of chocolates as apology! 🌸Oh dear, he’s just too cutely flustered to be mad at, so you accept the box (thrown at you accidentally) with a hoarse laugh, self-consciously trying to smooth down your mussed hair and wrinkled sleeping clothes, asking what brought him here.

🌸Tamaki didn’t miss the way your arm was wrapped around your abdomen, or the way your eyes were a little screwed up from the pain and sleepiness, but he decided to go ahead and ask anyway if you were okay and why you didn’t show up to class today.

🌸Awkwardly you explain your cramps were really bad and after going to Recovery Girl she decided you were better off resting than doing anything physical for the day, admitting you probably shouldn’t have succumbed to the temptations of cold boba the other day.

🌸”Can….can I…can I stay with you? I brought a movie and uh, chocolate and I can bring blankets we could make a fort if you’re not too mad at me-”

🌸”Mad at you?” You tilted your head, surprised and confused. “Why would I be…oh. Is it about our earlier texts?”

🌸He nods, and you reach out to take his hand comfortingly. “Dummy, I know it’s probably a lot for you, but no matter how bad my mood swings are, I’d never get mad at you, alright?”

🌸Tamaki must have some real good karma from his past life to deserve an angel like you.

🌸”So…about that movie date?”

🌸The next day Mirio and Nejire eagerly await news of what had transpired; Tamaki hides his face when you grin brightly and say “I wouldn’t mind having cramps that bad again if he’ll come and cuddle me like that.”

#Sunny's Works #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki x you #tamaki amajiki x y/n #mha x reader

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dawnoftime22 · 1 year ago

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i don't know.

| N.R

Warnings: long windup to a mental breakdown, loss of breathing, numbing day, vent fic, maybe some bad writing here and there? r loves waffles

Summary: When everything, such as emotions, ends up building away a little too much, the days start to blur together until you soon break. But Nat was there every part of the way.

Word Count: 3k

Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort(?)

A/N: hi my darlings :] its a new year and I just wanted to say I love you all and I am so so proud of you for just being here. you are not alone in whatever you're facing. things are hard sometimes and this was hard to write but you make me smile when I see you in my notifs <3 hugs to all of you, you're doing amazing

I hope this fic brings you comfort as it did for me

| Started on 12/11/2023, 7:29 AM |

| Finished on 08/01/2024, 2:05 PM |

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

"my love. listen to me. breathe, let go, and focus on you and your surroundings. you're safe."

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It was yet another day. Another tiring day. You haven't gone through it yet, but you sure didn't get much rest even though you've slept.

You sigh, and turn your back on the bed. Nat was sleeping beside you, but you were too caught up in zoning out to move closer to her. And you didn't want to wake her yet.

Nothing has even happened today and still, you can't bare to think about anything. Perhaps all your emotions are catching up, and at that thought, you turn your face into the pillow.

Another few minutes pass by with you staring at the ceiling, turning until your leg and arm was dangling off the side of the bed, or face down on your pillow. It didn't take long for your temptation to shuffle closer to Nat to take over though.

You slowly put your arms around her and snuggle closer to her, taking comfort in the warmth of her body. With her being a light sleeper though, she starts to stir awake. Her eyes open and her arms move to hold yours.

"Morning, любовь (love)." She whispered, her voice raspy, but her words filling the room and your heart with warmth with even the smallest way. Maybe this day won't be so bad...Maybe this day won't be so bad.

She turns in your embrace and looks at you with gentle half-lidded eyes, her nose brushing against yours ever so slightly with the fact that you were face-to-face. She could see it in your eyes already, something was off. She moves herself up to leave the softest kiss on your forehead. You could've broken there already, but you didn't. You didn't.

You rest your head against her chest, a small pout making its way to your face. She runs her hand through your hair and holds you for a few more minutes, the both of your breathing being able to be heard as if on whispering volume, but it was there, and gentle.

Soon she pulls away, dragging herself up to a more sitting position, leaving you beside her stomach level. You assume she was about to get up to do her morning routine, and you were about to prepare to pull her back to bed.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asks, and the question almost made you confused, because you were expecting she would go for her morning run, but it seems, she wants to do something else.

With the simple question, you manage to make up an answer. Although it did take you a few minutes, with your jumbled up mind.

"Waffles." She smiles, having heard that answer several times. Nat gently nudges you to move you to the pillow instead, and goes to get up from the bed.

"Wait," you say suddenly, capturing her arm before it could be out of your reach. She turns back to you, a gentle and curious look upon her face.

"Are you staying?" You ask, your voice being nothing more than a whisper. But the little shakiness it holds doesn't pass by her ears.

"Of course I am." It was a rather simple answer. But the touch of her hand against yours and her eyes meeting yours was more than enough of a promise.

She gives you a small smile before going into the bathroom with her towel, the shower soon being an occuring noise coming from the bathroom.

Your eyes glide over to the window, the view being buildings and the sky filled with fluffy clouds. Your mind strayed. The running water was the only other thing you could focus on.

When Nat came out, she was wrapped into a towel. You pull the covers closer to yourself and curl up under them, feeling colder from just the gusts of wind the ceiling fan is making. Were you only sick and gathering a fever? No. No, that wasn't it.

You turn to look back at Nat, and she was fully clothed already. You watch her walk towards the bed, reaching out her arm to put the back of her hand against your forehead. It wasn't warm. She must know something is up already.

"Shower, okay? Or, you won't get any waffles." She says, her fingers moving a stray hair out of your face, but looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"Is that a threat?" You finally give her the smallest raise on the corners of your lips, and it took everything in her not to cheer.

"Yes, it is!" She said jokingly, her voice further away now that she went out the door, but the volume made it so that the words reached your ears. You shake your head, the sound of her voice being the most adorable thing to you.

You lay your back against the bed once more, staring up at the moving ceiling fan. Today is going to be a long day.

Some movement could be seen in the corner of your eye, and you almost thought Nat was back already, but then when you look, you only see a black furry animal coming to visit you.

Liho jumps up on the bed, and stares at you with her yellow eyes. The cat walks closer, and you go to pet it, the soft fur precious against your gentle hands.

It's cold nose touches you, and at it, you smile. You had forgotten cats had cold noses. Liho steps back a bit, and you tilt your head, wondering about her next move.

She leaped to the other side of the bed, going above your legs to reach to where Nat usually lays, and meows at you.

With your head and eyes following her movement, it soon went up to where the bathroom is. You blink at it for a second or two, making up decisions in your head.

Soon enough, you willed yourself out of bed by slowly going to a sitting position, to letting your legs dangle at the side of the bed, and finally, with hesitancy, getting up.

You were about to go search the closet for an outfit to wear, but then you see at the edge of the bed, a folded hoodie and your favorite sweatpants prepared already, by perhaps, Nat.

Your heart warmed at the caring gesture she did. With the more courage, you make your way to the bathroom to take a warm shower, hoping that the day will only get better.

When you got back out, the fluffy towel kept you feeling cozy, and you got your clothes on. By the time you look to the door and walk to the kitchen, Nat was sitting at the kitchen island, ready with two plates of waffles.

She glances up and sees you, a soft smile present on her face. What got you so lucky to have someone like her? You sit down in front of her, and enjoy the waffles she prepared, the soft texture of your hoodie giving as much comfort as the warmth of the waffle soon going in your mouth.

The rest of the day then consisted of you being unable to focus on anything. You couldn't read, and you couldn't do your hobbies without straying off to doing something else such as staring off into space or just laying on the couch or bed doing nothing.

You yawn, for the tenth time the past hour. But you weren't sleepy. Gosh, you were tired though. Nat was beside you on the couch, working on something on her laptop while you scrolled endlessly on your phone.

Her eyes go over to you, before flickering back to her laptop, her hands then moving to turn it off and close it. She turns her head to you, and the attention you feel from the side has you looking away from your phone and instead, at her.

"Do you wanna sit down outside? The sun's going down." She tilts her head towards the door, then goes to glance at the window in the living room, it having a view of the sky slowly changing color.

Your eyes had a certain shine on them when they laid upon the window, the colors and the way the sunlight does a shape of the window somewhere on the floor finally captured an attention of your auto-pilot mind. You nod at Nat's question, a quiet "Yeah," making out of you.

"Look," you say, just as Nat was about to get up from the couch. She looks down and was just as entranced as you were at the scenery in front of her.

"You should take a photo." She encourages you with a small smile and stands up. You take out your phone and find a perfect angle to grab a picture. Also making sure the exposure is on the perfect level.

"I'll make us hot chocolate, yeah? You can go out first so you don't miss the first few minutes." Nat says, going to the kitchen. Liho enters the scene, and lays down on the carpet just next to where it seeped in the sun, and you just had to take another picture.

After you were satisfied, you push yourself up with your hands and make your way to the door, slowly opening it and going out, leaving it open just a crack so Nat could come outside easier.

A golden sunset spreads throughout the place. The sun paints the sky a lovely shade of orange mixed with light blue, and a tinge of pink. You admire how smooth the gradient is.

The wooden texture of the floor makes itself known on your hands as you shuffled to rest your back against the wall of the house, but you slide your hands into your pockets comfortably.

The door opens, and Nat comes outside with two fresh mugs of hot chocolate. One being coffee though, for herself. She was quick. In your peripheral vision, you could see her sitting next to you on the porch, and hand you one mug.

You turn your head to look at her, and you reach up with one of your hands that held you up to grab the hot chocolate. The warmth made itself comfortable in your hands as you clasped it lightly to not burn yourself, but making sure your grip wasn't too loose.

You take a deep breath in, and let it out as a long sigh, not meaning to do it so audibly. Natasha takes notice of this, and her eyes drift from the view of the sunset, over to you, seeing just how lost in your head you were.

"Are you okay детка (baby)?" She starts gently with a simple question. She knows today was one of those days.

"I don't know," you say. It was honest. You don't know what you've felt for a while, but it was certainly gnawing at you for something. Some kind of release. You just didn't have time or energy to in the past few days.

"You've been off the entire day." She adds, her voice laced with concern, but no judgement. She put her mug to the side after another sip, her focus all on you while you tried to keep yours on the sunset.

"I just wanna stay home right now," you whisper. It's not that she was about to ask you if you wanted to go out, but rather, just the fact that you felt comfortable and safe at the moment. This is home. She's your home.

Nat's eyes roam your face, searching for all the thoughts you're thinking. But she couldn't really read your face. Perhaps because, you didn't know what you were feeling either. Sad? Mad? Stressed? Anxious? So many feelings available to name, but all you felt was a sense of heaviness.

"...I feel like falling apart anytime." that was the only other thing you could say. Your voice quiet, so quiet she could only hear it because she was right beside you.

It clicks in for Nat, and she understands fully. She's done it herself, countless times. And you were there nearly every single time. Feelings being kept and slowly overflowing, until everything in the past few months catch up.

You tried everything within you not to. You tried. But it's not possible with how much you've already tried avoiding your emotions. The birds chirped and flew off home while the sun sank down.

Nat hears a small sniffle and a quiet but sharp intake of a breath coming from you, until another slightly louder sniffle comes out, and you turn your head to face her. She sees your eyes glistening with tears, and she takes in her own breath to not cry herself. To see you in such a state left a crack in her heart.

Her arms instinctively goes to pull you closer and hold you, and that was when you broke. You hid in her neck and sobbed in her embrace, your tears staining her shirt.

It was unusual, but not the first time you've broken down like this. Nat was still getting used to saying assuring words, but she thinks about all the things you've said to her before, and tries her best to use it in her own ways.

She gently runs her fingers through your hair, holding you safely. She could feel your body shaking, and your chest going up in hiccups from your breathing between your sobs.

"Oh, солнышко (sunshine)." She whispers softly, so softly. The sounds of your cries made her frown. She knows you can hold too many things in sometimes, but this was...heartbreaking.

Your fingers were gripping her shirt, afraid that perhaps, she'd disappear. But you can hear her heart beating, being so near to her chest while you were at her neck.

When she hears you taking too many, far too many breaths, she knows she has to step in. She leans back a little to see you, and you look up at her with your tear filled eyes.

"Look at me...follow my breathing, alright? I don't want you to lose it." She says, her head moving with her movement, but her voice was gentle, yet firm enough for you to keep a focus on her.

She takes a deep breath in from her nose and lets it out from her mouth, encouraging you follow. You eventually manage to do it, after a bunch of hiccups, and slowly regain your normal breathing. Nat nods slightly, her hands moving up to move your hair back, showing more of your face and hoping it makes breathing easier for you, giving you space.

"Take your time, дорогой (darling)." Her eyes move back to yours, the green in her pupils holding the look of a forest. A peaceful one.

"There you go." She quietly said, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours, the touch comforting you. She gives you a small reassuring smile before going up and laying a kiss on your forehead.

"You'll be okay." Your teeth catches your lip as you look at her, and she can tell there were thoughts racing in your head. She runs her thumb lightly on your lips, making you let go of it.

Once again, a black furry cat enters your vision, and it goes in between you and Nat, making the both of you look down for a moment.

You, with your cheeks stained with your tears, Liho walks up to you and rubs her head and body against yours, the gesture making your heart melt.

A teary laugh comes from you, and you reach out to touch it, the soft fur going against your hand. Liho, too, was concerned it seems, from how long you've been sitting outside, but also moves to go to Nat, checking on her too.

The redhead picks the cat up, petting it for a few seconds before setting it aside. Liho sits down, watching the two of you before her attention went to the streetlights turning on. You two stare at her for a bit until your eyes meet each other once more.

She shuffles closer to you once again and you rest your head against her shoulder, the heaviness in your own shoulders and heart having faded away in the mental breakdown. You felt steadier again, just a little more.

"I love you, okay?" She whispered, her eyes on the wooden floor the porch held, but her focus being all on you.

"I love you, too. So much." You couldn't be more grateful for her. She would always be there for you, whether it be through the hard times or the light and happier times.

Liho turns back to you two and goes to lay down between your bodies. The cat always managed to find a way to come in the right times, too.

With every small step you've taken before, you knew you've come this far not to just stop. Even when it's hard. But even so, you shouldn't always hold yourself too strong. Emotions are complicated. That's just how it is, but letting go could always be a relief.

Here you were in the moment, breathing and living with your heart beating lively in your chest. The gentle touch of Nat's fingers brings you back to reality.

Everything was going to be okay.

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mylittlediarys-stuff · 10 days ago

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Bite Back Part 11

It’s a Sunday morning after the party, and the trio are eating at a local Denny's.

“So, how was your first high school party?” Francesca asked, taking a bite of her waffles.

“Umm… it was surprisingly good, I guess?” Amaka thought about the experience for a moment. She’d spent here time drinking alcohol, testing how much it would take to get drunk, and spent the rest of the night watching people do stupid stuff for entertainment. “I’d rate it a solid 5 out of 10.”

“Five? Why so low?” Ram asked.

“Not enough hot guys to look at,” Amaka said before realizing what she’d just admitted. “Forget I said that.”

If she weren’t darker than chocolate, she’d swear her face had turned red.

“You should say more stuff like that. You’ll make way more friends,” Ram said.

“Maybe even a boyfriend,” Francesca added.

Something about their teasing softened Amaka’s expression. She wasn’t used to people saying nice things about her (other than Alfred).

“Anyway, you drank so much, but you don’t even have a hangover?” Francesca asked.

“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing. Maybe I have a high tolerance or something. Plus, by the fourth drink, I’m pretty sure it was watered down, or someone started adding juice to it.”

She noticed both her friends had mild hangovers, though they seemed better by the time they made it to Denny’s.

“Actually, Francesca, whose car were you driving? Do you even have a license?”

“Nah, I drive without a license. The car’s my dad’s—he doesn’t care unless I get caught, and I doubt that’ll happen. I’ll be 16 in a few months, so it doesn’t even matter,” Francesca said casually.

The words made Amaka choke on her pancakes.

She’s driving illegally! No wonder her turns and stops were so rough.

She wanted to tell her friend how irresponsible that was, but she couldn’t exactly judge. She was literally a tenth-grader who had 20 drinks last night. She was only 15.

Somehow, the group ended up at an old thrift shop. Amaka didn’t feel like going home yet, and the other two didn’t want to head back to their dorms.

“Miss Wayne, have you even been in one of these?” Francesca teased. “Or do you buy all your stuff at Gucci?”

“I prefer Dior or Chanel, and yes, I’ve been to thrift shops. I used to go all the time.”

Ram and Francesca busied themselves looking for outfits for a party they planned to attend next week. Meanwhile, Amaka wandered around, taking in the store.

It smells like death in here.

Thrift shops always had that musty, unidentifiable smell, like someone had died, and no one cared enough to get rid of the body. Despite hating the stench, it brought back memories—good ones. Memories from before she became Amaka Wayne. Back when she couldn’t afford Dior boots.

This smell kind of puts me at peace.

Instead of browsing clothes, Amaka explored the old household appliances and outdated tech.

These computers don’t even look that bad.

Most of the tech seemed to be from late 90s from the early 2000s.

An idea sparked in her mind.

What could I build with this?

Building her own tech was something she’d always been interested in. As a kid, she used to tell herself she’d become the next Tony Stark.

If it works out, I could show Bruce. Maybe he’d be impressed.

Amaka knew she had a bad habit of craving her family’s approval. Ever since she joined them, she’d done everything to impress them—winning awards, getting straight As—but deep down, she wondered if there would ever be space for her in their hearts.

“How was the sleepover, Miss Amaka?” Alfred greeted her when she finally got home.

She’d returned later than expected, just three hours shy of dinner. She and her friends had spent far more time at the thrift shop than planned.

“It was actually pretty nice. Thank you for asking.” She took the bags from Alfred’s hands. The man was too old to be doing manual labor. “But it was quite loud. Where is everyone?”

“They’re in the clock tower for an important meeting. Apparently, there’s a mission tonight,” Alfred said. “Would you like a cup of tea or something to eat?”

“No, thank you. I’ll eat during dinner.”

An important mission?

Amaka envied her siblings. It had taken her only three days to figure out that the Waynes had... unusual nighttime activities. When she confronted them about it, they didn’t even acknowledge her discovery.

Though she never admitted it, she hoped Bruce would train her like the others. It never happened. She hadn’t even stepped foot in the clock tower. She once overheard a convection with Bruce and one of brother, Dick Bruce told him how the girl was strong but slow at the same time, they didn’t need an dead weight on the team. Dick agreed and mention t her father that she wasn’t hero material like the rest of them. Simply they believe she didn’t have what they need.

But why would they care about me? Why even bring me here? I’m just a charity case, aren’t I?

notes:

Sorry for not updating for a while but I've been busy with school and applying for colleges. In the next few chapters, we'll see some spider action no more pity party for our girl. Thank you for reading :)

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@mariadvorak @mynameisnotlaura @azure-drag0ness

#batsis x batfam #batsis #spidersona #into the spider verse #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #spider oc #batfamily x batsis!reader #damian wayne

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ruh--roh-raggy · 1 year ago

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Stars Look Nice Tonight (Punk William x Fem! Reader)

Hello hello! Welcome back to my lovely little punk Will series, thank you all so much for the love he's been so fun to write! So, this is a technical part 2 to Buzzed, but this series is going to be a little different than Home Sweet Home. I don't plan on following a linear timeline once I get their relationship fully established. What that's going to mean is we're going to have some plot build up with them being all cute and getting to know each other and flirting and all that good stuff, but the rest of this series is going to be published through one shots. I have a lot of ideas for fics with punk Will hehehe. If you have any requests you would like to see with him, let me know! If you would like to be added to my tag list, also let me know! Thank you all so much for reading!!

WARNINGS: Recreational 🍃 smoking, drinking at a bar, age gap (Reader is in early 20's Will is in his 40's/50's), mostly fluff with some suggestive flirting

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 2,782

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“Are you around this weekend?” You smiled against the receiver you had pressed to your ear. You paused for a moment, not wanting to respond too fast and seem too eager. Over your post concert dinner of greasy bacon and fluffy waffles you and Will both realized one thing, neither of you could get enough of one another. He loved how the sound of your melodic laughter made his heart beat faster, the shy smile you would give him as his hand brushed over yours, how every so often he would catch you staring at his lips with a wistful expression on your face. You were too busy getting caught up in his seductive gaze to notice. He asked if he could see you again. Casually, of course, he doesn’t want you to feel tied down. You had to refrain from practically screaming your acceptance in his face. Now, you were standing in your kitchen almost a week from then, the man occupying your every thought on the other end of the line.

“I should be.” You respond coyly. William breathes out a chuckle, he could practically hear the smirk in your voice. “Got something in mind?”

“I was thinking we could go out for drinks… give me a chance to make up for the one I spilled on you at the venue.” You leaned against the counter, listening to the way his deep voice crackled through the phone.

“If I remember right, you weren’t the one who spilled it on me.” You respond in a teasing tone.

“Still happened because the prettiest girl in the room decided to stop and talk to me.” You freeze, your cheeks immediately growing warm at his compliment. After a moment of your silence you hear Will laugh on the other end of the line. “If you want to throw me off my game you’re going to have to do a bit more than fact check me while I’m asking you out.” He jokes.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you.” You giggle. “I get off at 7 tonight and then I’m free the rest of the weekend.”

“I guess I should plan something a little more special than a grimey dive bar then, huh?”

“I don’t know, sounds pretty romantic to me.” The sound of his laughter makes you smile. “Will… you know I don’t mind seeing you more than one day in a row, right?” Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment.

“I just don’t want you to feel rushed-”

“It’s not like that.” You twist the long, cream colored spiral cord around your finger. “I had a really nice time with you the other night.” You chew your lip nervously before deciding to just put it all out there. “I like you, Will. I want to spend time with you.” Your hands grew clammy as his end of the line remained silent.

“I like you too.” Will was grateful you couldn’t see him right now. His face was hot, there was no doubt in his mind that he was blushing terribly. He couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was acting right now. But, there was something about the soft way you spoke, your small confession still ringing in his ears, he felt like he was back in college all over again. “Do you want to meet me at Ralph’s after you get off work tonight?”

You were taken aback for a second, “you know Ralph’s?”

“What, you didn’t think you and your little baby punk friends discovered Ralph’s?” He asks in a teasing tone. “Baby, I’ve probably been going to Ralph’s since before you were born... Do I know Ralph's?” He scoffs.

“To answer your original question, I would love to meet you for drinks.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you attempt to suppress your eagerness to see him.

“8 o’clock work?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“I’m really excited to see you tonight.” You jump as you hear him slam down the phone as he hangs up.

Will groans as he drags a hand down his face. “I’m really excited to see you tonight.” He repeats in a mocking tone. “Get a grip.”

“Well, hey stranger.” Will straightens up at the sound of your voice chirping next to him at the bar. He stood, sliding out a stool for you. His eyes hungrily raked over your frame, you had put on a slinky little black dress that perfectly hugged all of your delicate curves. He swallows thickly as his gaze trails over your pillowy thighs, he could only imagine how soft they would be clamped around his head.

“You look amazing.” He smiles at you, struggling to keep his eyes on yours, the thin layer of gold body glitter you had applied sparkled in the neon lights that covered the walls. He accidentally caught sight of your cleavage as you wiggled your way onto the stool, the sight alone enough to make his cock twitch in his jeans. You were incredibly beautiful, Will couldn't believed he had managed to earn even a fraction of your attention.

“Thank you.” You blush, looking up at him through your lashes. “You're looking pretty good yourself.” Will had opted for something a little more casual, a nicely fitted flannel that he had rolled up to just above his elbows and some jeans. Your eyes trailed down his arm, landing on his massive hand that dwarfed the beer bottle he was holding. The bartender makes his way over to you, a flirtatious smile on his lips that immediately makes Will prickle with annoyance.

“What can I get started for you, beautiful?” He asks with a wink. “Unless you want to just jump straight to getting my number?” You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Some things never change. You glanced at Will out of the corner of your eye, his gaze was burning a hole in the side of the bartender's face. But, considering the two of you had agreed to keep things casual, he just sat quietly in his seat. Your delicate fingers slid over Will’s forearm, his attention immediately moving to you.

You leaned into him, wanting to give the bartender a full show in hopes he would leave the two of you alone. “What are you drinking baby?” You see Will subtly mouth the pet name you had decided to call him, pure confusion written in his features. You take the beer bottle from his hand, your chest pressing into his shoulder as you cuddle up to his side. You turn the bottle to read the label, it was some foreign beer you didn't recognize. You slowly brought the dark brown glass to your perfectly painted lips, tilting your head back to take a long sip. Your face scrunches up at the pungent, bitter liquid, you shake your head before putting it back in Will’s hand. You almost blew your cover as your eyes met Will’s. You could see his thoughts loading as he processed having you so close to him, threatening to tear a laugh from your throat.

“She’ll have a vodka cran.” He chimes in, gaze never leaving your face. The bartender hurries off with his tail in between his legs, obviously embarrassed that he came on so strong to someone who was obviously taken. “Not that I'm complaining, but what the fuck was all of that?” He asks with a chuckle.

“I came here to spend time with you.” You explain with a soft smile. “Not to be hit on by some sleazeball who’s probably going to somehow manage to fuck up a vodka cran, good choice by the way.” He laughs at your blatant dismissal of his competition.

“It seemed like a pretty safe option.” The two of you sat and chatted for hours at the bar. William filled you in on the fact that he both owns and operates Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a place you had loved since you were a kid, and he found out that you have the much less glamorous title of working at a hardware store. “I can't believe it, you've been working there all this time and we’ve never met.” The two of you had managed to huddle close together, you looked more akin to children swapping secrets on the playground than two grown adults having a normal conversation during a night out, but that was part of the fun. There was something about being around Will that made you feel alive. You weren't afraid to be silly, you weren't worried about him judging your interests, from the moment you had met you felt comfortable being 100% yourself around him, and Will would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same. He thought you were incredible, absolutely breathtaking in every way imaginable. He couldn't remember the last time someone had made him laugh this hard outside of Henry, every so often the two of you would have to pause just to catch your breaths. Will was honestly surprised that you seemed to like him, it had been years since he had met someone he didn't need to wear a mask in front of. Eventually, as it grew later, the bar gradually became more crowded. “Would you maybe want to go somewhere quieter?” He practically yells over the wall of sound.

“Sure!” You call back. “It’d be nice to be able to hear you.” You chuckle. Will settles your tab, refusing to let you pay for a single drink despite your adorable protests. You slowly pushed your way through the sea of people, Will keeping a protective hand on the small of your back as he helped part the way. You pushed into the stillness of the night, a shiver running up your spine at the drastic change in temperature. You stood opposite him, you faced each other in silence for a moment as you thought of a way to extend your evening together. “Not to be your stereotypical twenty something year old,” William chuckles as you break the stillness that had surrounded you. “But, I have a bong and an eighth in my car.” Will glances up at the sky.

“Stars look nice tonight.” A small smile spreads across his lips as his attention falls back onto you. “You're going to freeze to death dressed like that.”

You wave him off with a dismissive sound, “I'll be fine, I've been through worse.”

“I think,” he starts as he takes slow steps closer to you, “you should go get that bong ready to go while I go grab you a jacket.”

“I can work with that.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, shooting him a coy expression.

You pop your trunk, digging through the bags and emergency supplies you had stacked in front of your piece. The glass was ice cold against your palm and you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that you had fully cleaned it after its last use. You let out a small scream as a warm weight falls around your shoulders, the sound of William’s laughter immediately calming you. Your nose filled with the growingly familiar scent, a delighted hum slipping past your lips. You glanced at the denim, a patch you recognized catching your attention. “You know if you keep letting me borrow this jacket I'm going to steal it one of these days.” You tease.

“What a shame that would be.” He responds with a slight roll of his eyes. He carefully takes your hands in his, holding your arms away from your body. “If I'm being completely honest you look a lot better in my battle jacket than I ever did.”

“This is your battle jacket?” Your eyes widen as you ask. He nods in response. “Oh, Will, I-”

“Listen, my days of being a grimy little pit rat whose only purpose is to smoke, fuck, and sticking it to the man are behind me… Well, maybe not that last part.”

“Doesn't seem like you're doing too good at the first part either.” You tease with a small laugh, holding up the bong you had originally been asked to retrieve. “Hopefully I'll find out eventually where you fall in that middle category.” You wink at him before heading to the front of your car, attempting to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning over such a forward statement. You hoist yourself up onto the hood of your car with a groan, sliding yourself back so you could lay against your windshield. Will maneuvers himself next to you, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. He nods for you to take the first hit, flicking the lighter to life and preparing to light the bowl for you. You glanced up at him, stunning silver eyes studying you with a softness you had never witnessed before. You tilt your head back, blowing a plume of smoke up into the night sky. The two of you take turns, swapping the bong between you. A soft smile grows on your lips as you catch Will's lingering gaze. “What's that look for?”

“Can I make a really stupid request?” He asks softly.

“No such thing as a stupid request, but continue.” You turn to him with a smile.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since I saw you tonight… I’d like to be able to kiss you again, if that's alright.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, scanning over his handsome features as your pulse thundered in your ears.

“I think that sounds a little better than alright.” You respond in a low, seductive tone. His hand cups your jaw, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He dips his head lower, his lips just out of reach of your own.

“Has anyone ever told you, you have really pretty eyes?” You breathe out a laugh.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” He shakes his head in response, you notice him swallow, a subtle nervousness in his eyes that you almost missed.

“There are no other girls… only you.” You push yourself forward, a surprised sound escaping Will as your lips land on his. An arm circles around your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. You set the bong down on the hood of your car before straddling his lap. He pulls you flush against his chest, his other hand tangling into your hair. Your arms rest comfortably over his shoulders, he lets out a small hum as he kisses you, smiling against your lips. You pull back with a small gasp as air rushes into your lungs, your pupils blown as adrenaline courses through your veins.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the concert.” You admit breathlessly. William gives you a charming, lopsided smile.

“Well, I guess we’re both in trouble.” He responds with a chuckle, making you let out a soft laugh of your own. “I just don't want you to feel like you have to rush into anything you’re not sure about.”

“I don't feel like we’re rushing anything.” You reassure him. “It feels right, being here with you like this.” He feels the way your shuddering breath ghosts over his lips, his eyes flicking over your face as he drank in every detail of you. His hands knead at your waist, trying to think of how to respond. It’s not that he didn't want you to be exclusively his, he had thought about how pretty you would look covered in bite marks, showing off to the world that the two of you were an item. But you had so much life in you, so much you had yet to experience, could he really be what you want? At the moment he couldn't really bring himself to care. You were sitting so prettily in his lap, your short dress riding up your thighs, his jacket drowning your tiny frame. Who was he to deny an angel what she wanted?

He sighs out your name as his lips find their way back to yours. You tangle your fingers in his hair, his glasses pressing uncomfortably into your cheek. Will tried to elaborate on his conditions in between kissing you. “I want you to set the pace.” He sputters out breathlessly. “If we’re moving too fast… or not fast enough… just tell me…” He slides a hand under your jacked, feeling the soft curve of your back against his palm. His lips leave yours, trailing across your jaw.

“Will?” You ask softly.

“Yes, rabbit?” He pauses immediately, pulling back to make sure you were okay. Your eyes instantly met his, the way they twinkled in the moonlight almost made him melt on the spot.

“Take me home?”

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dottieisdotting · 5 months ago

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at home pampering ; C.B.C

requested?: no

pairing(s):Bangchan x gender neutral!reader

Genre:fluff, little angst (overworking)

warning(s):kissing,neck kisses,back hugs,handling ,BLONDE! Bangchan,head scratches, l bombs

Summary:Chan is overworking himself so reader helps him destress

word count: 956

A/N; another little drabble out. I struggled ngl but it's out and I'm currently still taking requests and writing my own things. feel free to like, comment and repost. make sure you are heated and fed. have a lovely day/night. mwah!

It was a day just like any other,Chan working his arse off in the studio and constantly draining himself of his energy. You had told him many times before but he brushed it off and told you that he was fine and okay.

Now,you never believed him of course, you being his partner you knew the signs of him overworking and pushing himself to the limits.

It was around 7pm when Chan walked through your shared apartment door,ridding himself of his shoes, jacket and placing his keys on the hook. You greet him with a smile on your face and food ready to be eaten at the table.

Chan walks over to you and kisses your temple with a mumbled “evening” you usher him to sit down at the table to eat. He sits and eats,talking about his day then asks you about yours. You tell him what had happened when you went out shopping this morning when he'd left for work already.

He eats and nods and hums every so often to show you that he was listening to you and your little rants of today. He had always loved your rants,talking about anything and everything it made him fall for you more and more everyday.

Soon he finishes his food and sits back,eyes full of adoration for you as you waffle on about a cute dog you had seen today but also mentioning,not to hurt Chan’s feelings, that Berry was a lot cuter. He smiles when you say that and gently grabs your waist,shimmying you over to stand in between his legs so he could rest against your stomach. ”d’you want a bath? I’ll put all my balt salts’n’everything for you”. He nods and you walk through to the bathroom,turning the tap to the correct temperature.

“Chan please come to the bathroom,your bath is ready”. You wait for him before he appears at the door with a sleepy smile on his face,his hair a little messy. ”strip please?”, you ask softly as he follows your orders,rids himself of his clothes and climbs into his bath,ready to be pampered because he deserved it.

You leave a small chaste kiss on his lips and turn to grab the showerhead to wet his hair. You could hear the relief when he sighed as he felt the warm water pool around him, helping his sore muscles. His hair now wet, you grab some of your shampoo and squirt some on your hands, and you rub it into Chan’s hair,massaging it and making it all soapy and sudsy. You giggle softly as his head is covered with bubbles. He smiles too and looks at you. He loved seeing you all happy and relaxed and an extra was he was getting taken care of.

Your nails were long enough to scratch at his scalp softly as he relaxed into your touch,groaning quietly as he closed his eyes. You smile as you see him relax for the first time in a while.”does it feel good,love?” he hums in response as you start to wash away the shampoo from his hair.

Once it was all removed you kiss his forehead,then nose then his lips in a soft, meaningful kiss. You hold the kiss for a few seconds letting him savour it before pulling away. ”Conditioner time, Chan” you state as you grab your conditioner bottle and put some into your palm and slowly and carefully run your fingers through Chan’s hair,coating it in the product. ”Okay baby,just wait a couple minutes,tell me about your day?”

He sits up slightly and turns to face you fully as he tells you about stage prep and sound check and everything that happened as you were completely immersed in his day,looking at him with so much love ”what is it baby?” he snaps you out of your love-stricken gaze with a soft hold of your arm

”God ,I'm in love,so deeply in love with you” you whisper as you lean over and kiss him again. You pull away and repeat the process of washing out the conditioner from his blonde locks.

Once that was done, you let the water out and grab Bangchan a towel and let him change in private to a hoodie and shorts. His natural curls were starting to show and you found it adorable. ”Channie, let me treat your curls” he hums in response and sits on your vanity chair as you stand behind him. ”You need to rest sometimes, baby. You're damaging yourself” you whisper, kissing his head softly as you start to treat his curls properly.

You could feel the tension slowly leaving Chan’s body as your hands ran through his hair with the products. You finish soon after and hug him. He stares at you through the mirror before standing up making his way to the kitchen for some water. He grabs 2 glasses, one for each of you and fills them up with cold water.

Chan climbs the stairs and enters your shared room once more seeing you in the bed wrapped up with a movie ready. He smiles and feels his heart warming at the sight of his precious partner. He places your water on your bedside table,kissing your temple then walks around the bed to his side and does the same. He gets comfortable, pulling you close as the movie starts.

The movie plays and you feel yourself slipping to sleep but not before Chan so you turn off the tv and cuddle into him, kissing his knuckles softly whispering a soft ”i love you” before falling into a deep slumber yourself

#bang chan #stray kids #bangchan fluff #drabble #stray kids x reader #christopher bang

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natasha-in-space · 1 month ago

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CW: emotional abuse, implied past child abuse.

Had a bad day, needed some comfort for myself, so here's some Saeran hurt/comfort for those of us who are struggling with complicated feelings on their parents. I debated posting this one, but I know I'm far from the only one dealing with these feelings, so I hope this can be of some comfort to others, too. Not proof-read, so I'm sorry for any mistakes, repeated words or misspellings!

Saeran always greeted you at the door with open arms, a genuine, warm smile on his face a happy twinkle in his eyes. It was like coming home to a beaming puppy. Today wasn't any different. Despite the cold biting your cheeks and seeping into your very bones, he didn't hesitate to pull you into his chest and pepper your freezing cheeks with gentle kisses.

You probably shouldn't have expected anything less for him. Moreover, you could smell the scent of fresh baked goods waffling in to greet you, reminding you that you were home.

"Welcome back," Saeran murmured with a smile as he pulled back from you, his hands reaching down to take yours and rub his fingers over your cold palms, warming them up. "I baked us some chocolate muffins, your favorite. Saeyoung should come by later with decorations. He said he finally finished on that space-themed fairy lights you two have been cooking up."

After the day you've had, this kind of straightforward, sincere happiness and affection felt almost alien. You weren't one for getting emotional, but you were kind of starting to feel choked up.

"Right... I forgot," you confessed, giving him a small, nervous smile that was hopefully genuine enough to not worry him too much. You didn't want to ruin Christmas preparations for these brothers just because of your voes. "Thanks for the muffins. They smell heavenly. As always."

...Though you lacked the usual appetite for them.

Saeran smiled at you gently, moving to help you out of your coat and winter hat, which you let him, turning around to make the job easier for him.

"Just wanted to see you smile."

Once you were free from the confines of stuffy winter clothing, just your jeans and sweater to keep you warm, he pulled you back in close to his chest, nuzzling your temple.

"I may have made a little accident while baking because I was rushing to get them done for your arrival. But you’re worth the trouble. You always are."

...Alright, he wasn't at all helping you with keeping your years at bay, saying things like that.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your hardest not to burst into tears right then and there. This wasn't really like you. You weren't some fragile soul to go and cry over such simple things. But, after the earlier events of today... his undemanding affection was just a bit too much for you to handle.

"Not... everyone seems to think that."

You cursed yourself as soon as these quiet words left your lips. Great, now you brought it up. You should have just smiled and thanked him. He already did so much for you.

You felt his arms tighten around you ever so slightly in response, clear alarm bells going off behind his eyes. He was always unfairly perceptive when it came to you, after all.

"...Who?" He asked, his own voice quiet and gentle as he searched for the answer in your eyes. You almost wished he would be a little more assertive. Not so careful and tender. That would make it easier to hold back the floodgates of emotions that were crumbling at the seams. "What happened today, my love?"

The question made you grimace, and you looked away. Not because you didn't trust him, but just... everything, really. Well, there's no going back now. Not that you wanted to. Even if you felt kind of shitty, whining about your problems like this.

"It's..."

As you came to terms with the notion that you would simply have to tell him what had happened, you let out a long sigh and slumped your shoulders. So, you did just that.

"I visited my mother today to help her with decorating, remember? She had trouble doing it by herself, so... Yeah. Well... I guess even one small visit can't go right. She asked me to walk her dog, so I agreed. But she didn’t like the coat I chose to wear, said it was too light for the cold. And when I insisted that I'll be fine, and I know what I'm comfortable with wearing, she just... blew up at me. You know, how she usually does. Screamed at me that I'm ungrateful and self-centered, that I can't even do a single thing right, and that she won't be asking me to do anything for her ever again, because I'm so unreliable. At least she didn't throw anything at me, so... that's a plus, I guess."

You knew your joke didn't land. You knew that without seeing his gloomy eyes. You were just trying to joke over your pain. Like you always did. Sometimes, you could almost forget just how cruel and hurtful your mother could be. Up until instances like this just brought you back into your childhood all over again, only with your body being bigger now. You let out another sigh.

"...I hate that I'm a grown-ass adult, and I still feel like a bad, ungrateful kid for wearing a wrong coat. It's so stupid. I'm stupid."

When you're finished speaking, Saeran lets out a little trembling breath and leans in to kiss your forehead. He then releases one of your hands to give your back a little comforting rub. You welcomed that tender comfort. Despite the fact that it made you want to cry more.

"You're not stupid," he said quietly but firmly, before pressing another lingering kiss to your cheek. "And you don't deserve to be yelled at or called all those things. Not for something so small. Not for anything."

With a sigh, he drew you a little closer to him, and you did as he urged, placing your head on his chest. His hold felt almost protective. There was a small pause, before he spoke again, his words careful and measured.

"Sweetheart... can you tell my why you still visit her? I know you love your mother, trust me, I know, but she's... still so unfairly awful to you. I want to see you come home with a smile on your face and a new silly joke to tell. Not so quiet and closed off, like you've done something wrong. She doesn't deserve you extending her an olive branch, when she's not willing to do the same for you."

"-That's the thing, Saeran," you whispered brokingly, leaning into him. You've given up attempting to contain your tears, simply allowing them to fall freely. God, you hated crying. Particularly over this kind of thing. "She isn't cruel. Not anymore, at least. She can be kind. Understanding. I can almost forget everything that... you know, happened before. That she's changed. But then something like this happens, and she treats me like I'm the most selfish and horrid person alive for not immediately switching a coat per her request. And... It's like nothing ever changed. And I hate it."

"My love..." Saeran whispered, his own voice a bit hoarse with the pain he felt for you in this moment. You felt bad for making him sad. His other hand came up to caress your head in gentle, soothing strokes. "You don't deserve to always have the rug ripped from under your feet. You don't deserve to feel hurt like this."

As you stood there, pushed together in a close hug of security and comfort, he sighed again and laid his head on your shoulder.

"...Not by your mom. She is supposed to be someone who loves you and cares for you. Someone who makes you feel safe and wanted. That's... what you told me before, right?"

"...I guess I keep hoping I might feel that one day," you muttered, the words feeling bitter on your tongue. "Well, she did want me to feel safe, I guess. Because I would be cold in that coat or whatever. Though... Maybe I'm giving her too much credit here, too. It was never about me. It was about her not getting her way and being unable to control me. Which is... fucking worse."

You sniffled, a new wave of tears forming right after the latter. You were a mess.

"I'd... rather have her yell at me because she'd worried about me than because I didn't listen."

At least then, in some strange, perverse manner, you would feel somewhat loved.

Saeran winced at that, his minty blue eyes swimming with pain that reflected your own. You were, after all, most likely reflecting something he also thought to himself once. Your pain was a shared one. Just that his mother was long gone, while yours... not so much.

"Oh, MC..." He pulled you in flush against himself, a slight tremor to his fingers as they clutched at you. Some part of you wanted to apologize. By saying all of this, you could very likely trigger some really painful memories for him. That was the last thing you would want. "You know I'd never raise my voice at you, even if you were to walk out in nothing but your shorts and a t-shirt. I'd just run after you and keep you warm. Neither would Saeyoung. Or anyone who truly cares about you. And we do care about you. So much. You shouldn't be made to feel selfish for making a decision for yourself..."

Your shoulders slumped again as you sighed.

"...I know. You're right."

It's absolutely pitiful. The way you were still falling back on justifying it. As if it would be better if she did that for any other purpose. It's not like Saeran would ever yell at you for dressing too lightly. Nor would he turn it into you somehow being entitled and selfish. And yet, you were actively weaseling through every loophole to make this whole thing justifiable. When it wasn't. It never was. However, there was a part of you that wanted to think it was. Just so you could pretend that your mother cared more than she ever did.

You despised that aspect of yourself.

As he maintained eye contact with you, Saeran pursed his lips, lightly sweeping a few hairs from your forehead. You knew he understood. Unfortunately. You wished he wouldn't. You wouldn't wish this cruel dichotomy on your worst enemy, much less someone you love so much.

"...We'll decorate tomorrow, okay?" Before you could protest, he cut you off with a gentle squeeze to your shoulders. "I'll let Saeyoung know you had a bad day. You can talk when he comes over, if you want. Let's just... rest for today, okay? Eat muffins, watch some documentary, go out to watch the stars later... How does that sound, my love?"

You mustered out a weak smile. It wasn't a completely joyful smile, but it was sincere. You weren't ready for that yet. You had to tend to this new wound in your heart for the time being. Perhaps the company of your two favorite people was a good way to start that.

"Okay. Thank you."

Saeran smiled at you, too, softly.

"Always."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #choi saeran #ge saeran #saeran x reader #ge saeran x reader #genuinely forgot how therapeutic self indulgent writing could be

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years ago

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a little love

Summary: You’ve been back with Jake for months and you’ve settled into family life, and it’s very clear how much Eve loves her daddy. OR: cuteness during a family grocery trip.

Notes: Based on the suggestion by @mayhemmanaged :) and then it went from there. Another thing that was meant to be about 500 words that decided it wanted to be longer. I’d be shocked but this happens every single time, so…

Part of the Oh, Baby Universe

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

Words: 1352

Jake glared at the chilled rectangular box that he’d just snatched from the massive aisle-length freezer. His eyes scanned it over, eyebrows pinched and lips curled in barely restrained disgust as he read the printed ingredients on the back of the cardboard. “I can make us real waffles, you know,” he said. “We don’t need processed, frozen, grocery-store waffles.”

He wasn’t a snob, not by his standards anyway. He just happened to grow up with a grandmother who didn’t believe in frozen products and demanded he learn how to make things from scratch. Jake wanted to pass that down to his daughter, even if she couldn’t yet eat the food in question at her five months of age.

“Honey, did you hear me?” he asked, finally looking up from the box. But you weren’t paying him an ounce of attention.

You were focused on the phone in your hands as you unlocked it and pointed the camera at your daughter who was nestled in her stroller.

He set the box in the toddler seat of the cart. “What are you doing?”

You lightly shushed him, nudging your head in Eve’s direction. “Look.”

So he did.

His eyes curiously shifted towards his daughter and he met her awaiting stare straight on. Her lovely irises, green as his, were brighter and wider than usual. Her little lips, plump and pink as yours, were parted in awe.

He understood the reason behind numerous clicks of your phone camera taking snapshot after snapshot. Though, for him, pictures would forever be unnecessary. He’d remember the way his little girl was looking at him for the rest of his life. She looked at him like he was every amazing thing compiled into one; as if he were her hero and her most-loved stuffed bunny and her favorite mashed strawberries. She looked at him like he hung the damn moon in the night sky and it made every composed piece of him burst within his chest.

Jake felt the corners of his lips tip upwards.

“Well, hi there, baby girl,” he chuckled, inching his knuckle forward to run down her plush cheek.

“That is just the sweetest thing," you said as you pocketed your phone. “I can’t believe you ever worried about bonding with her. She adores you.”

The way you said it made the whole notion sound ridiculous, but a piece of Jake believed his concerns should’ve been considered valid. He missed a portion of his daughter’s life. He missed your pregnancy. To him, that was enough, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to fight off nagging thoughts that his child sensed his absence and would one day form some internal resentment. He couldn’t help it, despite your assurance that he was insane for even letting those thoughts into his mind.

But if he wanted to believe you, which he did, it didn’t hurt that Eve managed to show little acts of love to support her mother’s claims. Reaching for him, or smiling up at him, or staring like he was her entire world, or even when he left the room and her sobs began to echo down the hall, shrill and painful to his ears as they were. They proved her love.

Jake pulled his finger back and Eve’s tiny hand rose a bit, chasing after his touch.

“The two of you are going to be as thick as thieves,” you said, shaking your head. “Such a daddy’s girl.”

“Maybe one day we’ll have our very own mama’s boy.”

You snorted as your arms crossed in front of your chest. “Oh please, Jake, you’re a pilot. Any son of ours would be obsessed with you, too.”

A small pout formed on your face that had Jake chuckling again. “Aw, Honey.” He stepped to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, but your woven arms blocked your chest from meeting his. “Don’t be sad,” he said.

Your comments would’ve made him feel significantly worse if not for the hint of a smile breaking through your grumpy facade. He hummed, his fingers just barely dipping under the hem of your shirt to graze across the inch of skin above your jeans, hoping the simple touch would get that smile to finally take over. You were stubborn, though, refusing to meet his gaze for the sake of keeping up the act.

Jake looked left and right to ensure the lack of other shoppers before leaning in close to press a kiss to the side of your neck. Then another. And another.

Your arms untwined and your hands landed on his biceps, lightly squeezing until he sucked slightly on the sensitive skin and your gentle touch turned into a smack. You gasped. From pleasure or shock, Jake didn’t know. Likely both, which made it so, so much better.

“Jake Seresin!” you snapped, smacking at him again until he released you. He laughed but when he looked up, all grumpiness had dissipated and the grin he loved so much shone with the surprise on your face.

“There we go,” he said in satisfaction, lips this time meeting your cheek.

“Too much, mister. What if someone saw?”

“I checked,” he replied, though you still took it upon yourself to verify, your head shifting in all directions as Jake just watched you with his own grin. By the way your eyes eventually landed on your baby, your final argument was likely to be that Jake’s public affection was too much on display for her young eyes, but Eve had drifted to sleep just before he kissed you. He left no stone unturned.

You gave him a single nod. “Fine. But this isn’t the biggest neighborhood in all the world,” you said. “The last thing we need is more people talking about us.”

Jake sighed. You were so close to letting go the memories of some of his coworkers’ looks and whispers when everyone learned of his surprise baby, but sometimes, despite you shutting them up, you still worried. Less for yourself and more for him, you’d told him. You didn’t want him to face stupid gossip at his job. He didn’t care though, not really. His first step into his home at the end of the workday shed from his body any problems or stressors, whether about his family or not. He’d hear your voice or his daughter’s giggle, and care for anything else went right out the window.

“People are just jealous.” He smirked. “They don’t have a beautiful woman and baby of their own.”

“If you say so.”

“I do,” he said, brushing some strands of your hair back behind your ear.

A ghost of a smile graced your lips once again, but as your gazes remained locked, the subtle upturn of your mouth settled. You only broke the connection to quickly scan the aisle—still bare—then looked back at him and surged forward to gift a kiss he didn’t expect. He almost stumbled, but reciprocated, his hands raising to cup your cheeks and pull you in closer.

When you separated after a minute, he rested his forehead against yours and took a deep breath, chucking on the exhale. “Your concerns disappeared awfully fast.”

“Well, it’s hard not to kiss you when you say things like that.”

“I’ll just start following you around and complimenting you all day then.”

“I won’t argue,” you said. You gave him one final peck, slipped out of his arms, and took your position at the handle of Eve’s stroller again.

As you began to push, Jake said, “About having that boy…”

“Not for a while,” you called over your shoulder. “Not for a long, long while.”

You missed his own pout, but just like yours, a smile was cracking through. He could wait. He had a few things to take care of before thinking about having another baby anyway. A promotion to get, a bigger house to find, a ring to buy.

Jake grinned to himself as he grabbed the slightly less frozen box in his cart and opened the freezer to place it back in its slot.

“Bring the waffles, Jake!”

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A/N: *turn on notifications for this blog or @seresinhangmanjake-library if you would like to keep up with my writing* Also, blame the lack of Oh, Baby!Jake this week on college professors :(

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unintentionaloracle · 4 months ago

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The Things We Do For Love [Fic]

After several pivots (both for pacing and "no wait this thing that happened while I was procrastinating TOTALLY streamlines things" reasons), I finally have this Zowens, Jhea, and a dash of Candy multishipping bad boy done!

Summary: Kevin tries to hook Jey up with Rhea so he can get some alone time with Sami (and get out of the doghouse with him). He's trying his best, darn it. Is it too much to ask for a win?

Kevin felt ridiculous, sneaking around backstage during the last hour of Raw. He knew Pearce was a pushover compared to Aldis, but with his luck he'd catch him on a day where he was actually good at his job. So for safety, he wore a black hoodie. Every wrestler knew they were practically invisible in a black hoodie.

He held the note he'd forged in his hands. It really had to come to this, huh?

Kevin thought back to what led him to this moment, and honestly, he thought anyone in his position would do the same...

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Kevin had met up with Sami after SmackDown in his hotel room. They'd started bickering about the “Everyone but Kofi had it coming when I turned on them” comment (“Seriously, Kev?”) and how “I was being sarcastic, Sami!” The bickering then turned to apologies and assurances that Kevin did regret his actions (especially any that may or may not have caused certain incidents at certain WarGames matches). Which led to...

“You know, you look so much better in that shirt than I do...” Kevin purred as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Sami smoothed Kevin’s former shirt. “Oh really?” He said, strutting over and draping his arms across his shoulders before playing with his soulmate’s hair. “Want it back?”

“No, I just said it looked good on you,” Kevin said, completely serious.

Sami started to laugh, pressing his forehead to Kevin's. Kevin smirked, taking the opportunity to pull him onto his lap. “So you forgive me?”

Sami leaned towards his lips. “Maybe~” he whispered.

There was a rhythmic knock at the door. Kevin groaned.

“Sami, it can wait...”

Sami shook his head. “I can't. It'll bug me. Besides, the mood's gone.”

Not for me! Kevin thought as he sighed and motioned for Sami to go ahead and open the door.

Jey entered in a flurry as Sami pulled on pants. “Okay, uce, got any advice for fighting Bron?”

“Oh, please tell me you're not trying to win the belt to impress Rhea...” Kevin said, flopping back onto the bed.

“I’m not!” Jey insisted. “That's a bonus...” He added quietly (but not quietly enough to avoid an eyeroll from Kevin...that earned him a light smack to the chest from Sami). “I just really want to prove I can finally win a belt on my own, ya know?”

“I mean, you still have to fight the other guys in the tournament...” Sami said. “But sure. I'm always happy to help you.”

Jey pumped his fist. Kevin huffed and rolled over, pouting.

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To make a long story short, Kevin sat though the whole thing–sulking–only to get chastised for it by Sami after, leading to them bickering again. But this time, Sami went to crash in Jey’s room for the night instead.

Needless to say, Kevin was in the doghouse and needed out.

And he needed to make sure Jey wouldn't interrupt him if he got time with Sami again.

Well, Sami would probably like it if I did something nice for Jey...

And that was how Kevin spent the bus ride to Raw with Cody (that Kevin had basically invited himself on because “yeah I'd like to surprise Randy, too!”) scribbling out a terrible love note asking to meet Jey at Waffle House “from Jey” to Rhea. He'd hoped to just pass it to Randy to pass to Rhea, but...

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“Actually, I was about to have a nightmare, so I'm going to have to pass. Sorry...” Randy said, smirking at Cody as he put his hand around The American Nightmare’s hip.

Kevin tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Cody cleared his throat. “Kevin...” He said, motioning to where Randy's hand was.

Kevin finally got the innuendo as Randy got nose to nose with his own on-again off-again it's complicated. (Earning Randy a flirty “down, boy” from Cody.)

“Oh. Gross.” Kevin stated bluntly.

“Sorry, Kevin. You're on your own.” Cody said, looking very not sorry as he turned his attention back to Randy.

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“What are you doing?”

Kevin spun around to see Damian, who immediately snatched his note and read it.

“Dude, I don't think even Jey uses the word ‘yeet’ this much. Why are you running around with fake love notes for Rhea?”

Kevin groaned, angrily explaining the whole situation.

“...And I'm just trying to be a good freaking boyfriend because I know Sami’s upset about his belt and I can't always be there for him! And I'm upset because everyone somehow still thinks I'm a scumbag after I've been clean as far as scumbaggery goes for like, a year and a half! IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR A LITTLE TIME AND ATTENTION FROM HIM!? AND TO WANT HIM TO NOT BE MAD AT ME SO I CAN LOVE HIM, DAMN IT!?” Kevin found himself venting at the end of his exposition without even thinking about it.

“Wepa, Kevin! Take it easy...” Damian said. “I get it. And I was actually thinking of doing something similar,” he said, pulling out a fancy black envelope with The Judgement Day’s logo on it and “Jey” written in fancy handwriting, punctuated with a heart.

“You guys had your own stationary?”

“Only when Edge was in charge. Couldn't get rid of the stuff.” Damian clarified, holding out the envelope to Kevin. “So how about we help each other out?”

“Why would you help me? And why are you trying to matchmake for Rhea?” Kevin asked, taking the envelope.

“Simple, I love Rhea like a sister, man. And I know she's been way more upset about Dom dumping her than she lets on. And I would be, too. The person you love, betraying you in front of everyone, breaking your heart, and choosing your mortal enemy over you?”

Kevin could practically feel Sami’s boot on his face from nearly two years ago. He could see the whole Bloodline standing over him–Sami included–saluting their dumb Tribal Chief. “...It's the worst.”

Damian nodded. “I just think she deserves a decent guy this time. Someone who's actually–”

“Competent?” Kevin offered.

Damian snorted. “Basically. Plus, Jey's actually cute.”

“What?”

“I said what I said,” Damian asserted. “So you leave Rhea to me and you just get Jey to the Waffle House, okay?”

Kevin nodded, a little dumbfounded, and scurried off.

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At Sami's hotel room, he was greeted by Jey hurriedly leaving. “Oh, hey, KO! I was just gonna head out to celebrate my win tonight,” he patted Kevin's chest. “Sorry about how weird it was Friday. Give our boy a little extra love tonight, ya know what I'm saying?” He wiggled his eyebrows before running off, calling back “See ya!”

“...What...” Kevin asked, before remembering the note he was supposed to slip him. He pulled out the envelope. “Wait, Da–Rhea gave me this for–!”

“Don't worry, I passed along “Rhea’s” message for you...” Sami said.

Kevin turned to see Sami leaning on the door frame, smiling as he snatched the envelope. He had already changed into Kevin's shirt (which gave him a tinge of hope) and had his hair down. “Hey,” Sami said.

“Uh, hey...” Kevin tilted his head. “How did you know about–?”

“I saw you sneaking around and Damian filled me in on everything. Everything.” Sami said, no longer leaning.

That snitch! Kevin thought.

“Kevin, I'm sorry about Friday,” Sami said. “I didn't realize you were feeling so rough, lately.”

Kevin slumped in relief. “I'm sorry, too. I know you've been upset about losing the belt...”

Sami nodded.

“But if it makes you feel better, Gunther's got the world title. And you know you can kick his ass. If anyone deserves to be the first man to wreck him twice, it's you...” Kevin said, taking his turn to lean on the door frame.

Sami blushed. “Aw, Kev... And if it means anything, I'm not worried about whether you betray Cody or not or relapse when it comes to being a dirtbag or whatever...”

“Really?” Kevin said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, because I know you've changed. And even if you lose your way again, I know you can go back. Like after you stopped being friends with Seth and trying to prove who Zeke really was?”

Kevin nodded.

Sami cupped his face, making Kevin stand up straighter. “And as for us, I'm not worried about whether that splits us up again or not. Because I know, no matter what happens, we always find our way back to each other, right? Whether we end up making each other better or worse.”

“...Right...”

“And you believed in me–mostly–when I was in The Bloodline. It's the least I can do for you if you ever falter again, right? I'm in your corner, Kevin, no matter where you go. I love you, and that's never going to change.” He said, kissing his forehead. “I'm your problem forever.”

Good. Kevin thought.

Kevin chuckled. He felt weirdly comforted. “Thanks, Sami, I love you, too. And I'm your problem forever.” He said, holding his waist before kissing him. For a minute, he didn't care about his title worries, if Cody and the world trusted him, or any moral conflicts he had. Right now, he felt like a champion.

Sami played with Kevin's hair. “Soooooo...” He said with a smirk. “Where were we Friday?” He said, draping his arms over Kevin's shoulders.

Kevin's eyes widened. His brain went blank for a moment.

Sami tilted his head. “Kev? You okay? If you don't want to, it’s fi–”

Without a word, Kevin scooped Sami up and over his shoulder. Sami let out a surprised noise. Kevin started to make his way to the bed.

“Kev, the door!”

Kevin swung the door closed behind him with his foot.

#wwe #kevin owens #sami zayn #zowens #jhea #jey uso #damian priest #rhea ripley #cody rhodes #randy orton #brief candy mention #the oracle writes

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igglemouse · 5 months ago

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So I guess it is official. I've moved in, I'm pregnant, if that doesn't make things official then what does? There is something missing though, a final piece of the puzzle that prevents the picture from being complete. A ring? Yeah, I guess so, but the thought of him proposing and us being married feels off somehow.

I'd say yes, at least I think so but...any ways, I won't let my mind wander too far down that path and instead focus a little more on whats in front of me and what is on my plate. Chicken and waffles! Sweet sticky syrup paired with the savory of chicken is enough to pull my thoughts away from what might be and focus on where things are.

And right now things are going right into this toilet, over and over and over again. This whole first trimester thing has not been fun, not that I was expecting it to be but this little restroom has become a little too familiar for me.

Still, there is an undercurrent of excitement that is hard to ignore. I've always planned on being a mother and now its happening! Not how I expected it but things don't always go how we expect, right? I'll just take things one day at a time and try to make this experience go as smooth as possible.

One thing I'll make sure to do a lot more of is taking care of my body, after all, I want to make sure my baby will come out with no complaints, but this is a great excuse for some TLC!

So I head to the Desert Spa and Fitness center, settle into a plush chair, and ask for a pedi and a foot massage. Just letting myself merge into the chair and letting my mind drift a little. I hear being a mother is hard work so I'm going to relax as much as I can before it's officially official.

I had no plans on working out today so I tried to slip through the gym area of the building unnoticed but I don't get far before running into Marjorie. I think she lives here? It sure seems that way. She flags me down at once and it would be rude to ignore her at this point.

"Carrying huh?" She says, her eyes zeroing in on the little bump that is there. "That didn't take long."

"Only takes one," I say, my hand instinctively rubbing my belly, an almost automatic response whenever someone mentions it. It's comforting and a reminder that it won't be too long before my new little family becomes bigger by one. "No working out?" I notice she isn't drenched in sweat.

"Umm, no, actually," she hesitates, glances around some as if to make sure no one else is listening. "I've been crushing on a guy here. I didn't want to start sweating and-"

"He could like it, no?" I say, because some guys might like that? Men have odd fetishes sometimes. A lot of times, actually.

Marjorie pauses to think about it. "Hmmm, you know, you might be on to something..."

The moment I step through the front door I am welcomed to the familiar music of Pascal working out. The hum of the treadmill mixed with the beat of his feet pounding right through it. I can't help but admire the dedication but he truly seems tireless. I wonder if this stamina helps him on the field? I actually haven't really watched him play a game yet, that will change, eventually.

While his passion is working out mines is cooking and with plenty of time in the day it gives me plenty of time to just that. There's just so much to enjoy about it and there is a rhythm to it as well. The chopping, the stirring, the scents that fill the air as it all comes together to make something truly delicious.

Today's focus is pizza but I make a few other side dishes as well. I do need to restock my food stand and although my business has been in a slump I don't plan on letting it slow me down.

And yes my counter is a little dirty at the end but that just means I've been hard at work!

With everything cooked and ready to go I head right to the park and open my stand. It's always a pleasure to place the dishes and see who shows up and I can't help but fill that today I will turn things around. Just a hope. I guess and then I'm ready to fill my stand with everything I've cooked and open it for business!

A foolish hope it turns out. Customers trickle by, glance, and then just keep walking and after standing here for over an hour I'm starting to regret the whole thing. Is this the new normal for me? Yes, I know, that old man has been trying to destroy my little business but it can't all be his fault? Perhaps the food just isn't that good? Quality is quality, right? Again, it doesn't do too well and I'm starting to feel like this is a new normal? I'm starting to have doubts. Maybe my food was never good, after all, quality is quality, and maybe after a few plates people just move on from it?

I don't know, whatever the reason, I can't keep this up. The bright summer sun brings on fatigue and let's remember, I'm pregnant, and it's hard having to monitor a stand when you have to rush to the bathroom as often I do because I had to drink water being out in the sun for so long but it sure wasn't going to sit in my belly for long...

It was time to call it a night for Irene although the idea of sleep for her seemed distant. The eight of the day pressed heavily down on her, forcing her to do nothing by lie on her bed and wonder what was next for her?

It wasn't just another job. She couldn't shrug this off and move on and start fresh. No, this was more, this was a career she was fired from, her passion, and it hurt more because she couldn't figure out the why of it.

She replayed the event in her mind knowing now the mistake of trusting Martin. She had been so excited and full of hope when she revealed her dream to him. How she would start her own restaurant one day, and idea she discussed with a friend, Frida Varela, that one name at once souring his mood.

At that moment Martin crushed her dream and did it with a smirk. He enjoyed it, she realized now, laughing at how he had to fire her and finding amusement in the whole thing as if it were some joke of his. What made it worse? He offered to hire her back but only as a waitress, adding a wink that oozed with condescension and and disrespect.

Now she was left with nothing. She had loved her job, she had loved being a chef and she was quickly climbing up the line. She could start somewhere else, she was sure there would be other kitchens that might give her a chance but the idea of starting over seemed distant and she had a feeling that Martin would not give her a good recommendation...

Frida Varela Index ~ Next 6.2

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