#AND now my hairs wet and I don't have the spoons to dry it . tired of this fuckass world

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True Or Tale?

〚 Day 12 - Old Wives Tale〛

〚 Pairing - Florence Pugh x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Maybe old wives' tales have some truth to them. 〛

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“You’ll get sick if you go out in the cold with wet hair.” Florence mumbled as she read off the random article on her phone, “I’m blaming this crap on that.” She said with a small sniffle, rolling over on the sofa so that she was laying on her side instead of on her back, her head still comfortably in your lap. 

"I think that's just an old wives tale darling," You hummed in reply, as you reached forward to grab some tissues, handing one to her before sniffling into your own, "We've both been running around at those press tours all week, we probably picked up something there, I doubt the rain helped at all though." 

The rain had been relentless during the press tours, drenching everything in its path and turning the bustling streets into a maze of puddles. Despite sharing an umbrella and trying to stay dry it seemed neither of you managed to escape the persistent pouring. Getting sick did seem to have its plus sides though, for one the two of you had an excuse to stay inside all day and just hide away from the world and secondly, it gave you both the opportunity to spend some private quality time together – even if it was punctuated by sniffles. 

Florence shifted slightly, her head still resting in your lap as she mustered a weak smile. "What would you say to me going and grabbing us some of that ice cream we bought?” 

You raised an eyebrow, unable to deny the temptation of the cool treat, “Oh, that does sound good actually,” You gave into a small smile, “It’ll help your throat a bit, are you sure you want to get it? I can go grab it.” 

She waved your worry away with a casual hand. "I’ll be fine darling, I’ll survive the journey to the kitchen, don't worry your pretty little head about that.” Florence grinned as she slowly sat up, wincing at the ache in her sinuses. "I'll be back before you know it, darling." She gingerly got to her feet and shuffled towards the kitchen, her oversized sweater sleeves falling over her hands. 

You heard the soft clinking of utensils and the refrigerator door opening. A brief silence was followed by the muffled sound of Flo sneezing loudly. It was a sound that made you chuckle softly despite the situation. 

"Bless you darling!" You called out from the living room, your voice filled with affectionate amusement before you reached forward to grab the remote, casually beginning to scroll through the channels as you looked for something to watch. 

Florence's voice carried back to you, slightly nasally, "Thanks.” She smiled, coming back into view holding two bowls, each having numerous scoops of icecream. She’d given you strawberry whist she’d gone for vanilla. 

You both began to eat in contented silence, occasionally sharing soft smiles and stolen glances. The ice cream was a temporary relief against the aching of your throats, and you savoured every spoonful. 

After a while, Florence set her empty bowl aside and turned her attention to you. "Feeling a bit better now?" she asked, her voice still slightly congested but she did sound a little cheerier now. 

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her enveloping you. "Yeah, you and icecream seem to make everything better." You replied, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. 

She leaned into your touch; her eyes filled with affection. "You're such a sweetheart," she murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

Time seemed to slip away as you continued to watch TV, as you cuddled into your girlfriends side you were powerless to stop your eyes from growing heavy and tired. You let out a soft yawn, and Flo sat up a little, looking down at your curiously. 

"Getting tired, love?" she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. 

You nodded, unable to stifle another yawn, “A Little.” 

“Okay, stand up for a sec’.” She instructed, which you did so, watching as she handed you her blanket and led down fully on the sofa, patting her chest as you titled your head, “C’mere, lay down on me.” 

It was impossible to hide how your lips perked up into a small smile as you laid down on her chest, wrapping the blanket over yourself, in turn covering her too, tucking it in at the sides. “Thank you.” You murmured softly moving to rest your head on her chest "I’m glad we're in this together." 

She nodded, her hand coming to rest on your back as you cuddled into her, closing your eyes,"That’s true, I mean, misery loves company, right?" 

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not my normal shiz, but like, i was watching something and was reminded that, Hygiene and Stuff, is an executive function, and one i struggle with

growing up my parents had to fight me to get me into the shower, until very recently i didn't shower but once every 2-3 weeks, I'd use a washcloth to clean anywhere that might have smelled put on deodorant and all that jaz, but i did not have the spoons to take a shower, showers sucked as a kid, and as a tween and even now i still Do Not like them, i hated brushing my hair as a kid, i hated having heat tools used on my hair, to make it look "neat" and because i didn't brush my own hair, my mom would do it, and it hurt, she'd rip it out in the process, which made me hate it more, and did this make my parents decide "maybe hair down to their ass is a bad idea for this child who hates to bathe or brush their hair?" no, i was not allowed to cut my hair short until i was 13, then i wasn't allowed to cut it again until i was 17, showers are easier now because i don't have long hair, taking care of it is something i take pride in, and i hate blow drying it, it's loud and hot, and i fucking hate it, until i was 15 i had to blow dry and straighten my hair after every shower, and i had to straighten it every day i didn't wear it up, i hated doing both of these things, and i was assumed lazy for it(even though i now put more time and effort into my hair MORE THAN WILLINGLY), because it was a perceived norm hygiene is important, and you should do what you can bring yourself to do, but keep in mind that as long as you wash your hands and your bits, don't get up in peoples business when you know you're struggling with keeping clean, and don't spread stuff, it's no one else's business, and you Aren't an awful dirty person for struggling my recommendation is to find what parts you are struggling with, and minimize those issues don't like feeling cold after a shower? make sure the rooms nice and warm, put rugs down that you can put in the washer, get a nice fluffy bath robe. don't like how clothes stick to you right after no matter how dry you try and make yourself? don't wear clothes, maybe wear a robe if it is loose enough not to stick to you, or go into a room by yourself and be naked to let it all airdry for a while, or if you live alone just go on with your activities naked for a while, if you have this issue and the previous issue, maybe sit in front of a space heater with a towel wrapped around you, not to close though, you don't want to burn yourself don't have the energy for a shower? how is the shower draining you especially? cut those parts out. is it the standing in place? sit down, be it in the tub if its clean or on a stool, or even on a washcloth if you cant clean the tub and don't have a stool that you can use in the shower. is it washing your hair? you can just rinse it for now, maybe take a rinse shower mostly and take a hair washing shower less frequently, or if its dealing with wet hair in general, just put a shower cap on and deal with it when you have the energy, it's Okay. is it the washing your body? just wash the important bits for now, it's fine, most people don't have gunk and grime on them and just letting the soap and water run over the rest of you isn't the worst thing, yes it's best to scrub all over but it's okay if you only have the energy for that every once in a while. is the sensory experience of it tiring? what is especially icky sensory wise? is it the noise, the wetness, the tub, the lights in the bathroom? do your best to dim those sensory inputs, if at all possible theres not much to be done about the wetness, i'll admit, but if you can get in and out quickly you wont have to deal with it as long if its the tub, maybe you could put down a mat of some kind that can be thrown in the washer if its the sound, maybe some earplugs if its the lights, turn them off, and get a light that doesn't bother you, it doesn't have to be that bright, just bright enough not to get hurt, and to be able to tell what products you're using, like a battery powered camping lamp with the color of light you like would probably work in general

things like this take a lot more spoons than people who don't struggle with them make it out to be, and I'm sorry you're struggling, I'm still struggling, but it's okay to make the task easier, and it's okay if even that's not enough to be able to do it right then, it doesn't make you bad, or defunct, or lazy, or gross, it makes you a person who's struggling, and that's Okay

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ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: Warm Food w/ Sick!Dean Winchester

a/n: ahh late late late, i know i know, but this whole flu business has been kicking my butt, but now i feel significantly better to start uploading again, even though they may come slowly still seeing as though my life never sleeps! here's this hurt/comfort, sick!fic madness!

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As bad as it sounds, one of Dean's many flaws is that he refuses to accept help or admit when there's something wrong with him, but it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he was sick. Nose red with irritation and mucus, his forehead was scalding to the touch, his voice scratchy due to its dryness.

At first, the man had insisted that he was fine, even though you had to put up with almost an hour of him sniffling before he had gotten up to finally blow his nose. You had tried to tell him that his beer wasn't very hydrating, but he didn't listen until he had ran to one of the many bathrooms in the bunker, inevitably throwing up his guts. You were with him every step of the way, rubbing his hunched over back as he dry heaved.

He leaned on you the whole way back to your shared room, gently setting him down on the bed as you undressed him. "I don't think I have enough energy for that tonight, sweetheart." He said teasingly. You shot him a glare as you tugged off his heavy boots. "Shut it, Dean." You said halfheartedly, worry twisting in your gut as you kept a close eye on him.

"Baby, you don't gotta be worried, I'm fine." He then proceeded to cough into his elbow, the sound real nasty as you winced. "Just lay there Dean, I'll be back." He just grunted, rolling over onto his side. It was the first time that whole day that you hadn't heard any complaints come from him, that was what made you nervous.

You rushed to grab a bunch of medicine, most of the brands ranging from nightquil to ibuprofen. Gripping a Gatorade tightly, you hurried back to your room where you found him already passed out asleep.

You shook him awake, handing him to gel capsules before handing him the electrolyte filled juice. He quickly fell asleep again all the while you snuck away to the bunkers kitchen where you proceeded to make chicken and rice soup, figuring it would be something easy on his stomach and it most definitely would help ease some of that nastiness in his throat.

You were satisfied with yourself to say the least, already feeling the '#1 Girlfriend' badge weaseling itself onto your night shirt. You had always enjoyed taking care of Dean whenever you could, but it was mostly when he allowed you to do so, sometimes even begrudgingly coming from his end.

You were hoping he would be able to sleep for a little bit longer, but alas, you heard wretched coughs echo down the hallway, alerting you of his presence. You quickly scooped some of the food into a bowl, wetting a hand towel and throwing it over your shoulder. You didn't care that it soaked your shirt as you padded your way back to where your boyfriend laid.

"Deano," You called out softly. "I made you some food. It should help." He only groaned in retaliation, remaining unmoving. "Baby, please sit up for me." You pleaded. He easily obliged, letting out tiny sounds of discomfort as he manuvered on his achy muscles. "Thank you." You said in quiet satisfaction. He looked weak and tired, the lamp illuminating the side of his sullen looking face.

You brushed some sweat soaked hair off of his forehead and you gently held the bowl in your hands. You scooped some of the rice and broth onto the spoon, shoveling it into his mouth. He swallowed it, letting out what sounded like a sigh of relief as his body sunk against the headboard.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

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When y/n is drunk (Haikyuu boys edition) 

So in a few days it's gonna be Bokuto's birthday, I'm just missing all my boys recently. Have been so busy irl, it's tiring me out (￣ω￣;)

So here's a repeat of when y/n is drunk, but with the haikyuu boys!

Characters: Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima x F! reader TW: slight NSFW

Bokuto Koutaro

"OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU NOW BABY OWL? I'M COMING TO GET YA! WAIT FOR ME PRECIOUS" he was shouting over the phone when you called him, telling him you were very drunk and just wanted to go home.

Funny thing was, he does know where you're at and whom you're with, but this boy just panics when it comes to you.

He runs over in mismatched socks and sliders because he cannot be bothered to find the matching socks at home. Sometimes he even wear mismatching socks out, he low key thinks it looks cool.

His hair is a mess or sometimes still dripping wet if you call him while he's in the shower.

Pulls you into a warm embrace the moment he sees you. He smells so soft and good, always.

"I'm here baby owl!" his huge palms soothe your back and he'll show his hand to everyone and anyone that tries to give you or him a drink.

He carries you to his car bridal style and you have to remember to ask for a bag for the car ride, else you'll end up puking out of his car window like that one time.

He runs a warm bath for you and comes running to bring you everything you need, like your little cute servant.

He then dries your hair, or attempt to, it's either he burns your scalp a little or the insides are not dry..

But rest assured, after it all, he pulls you into bed and wraps you up in his arms, snuggling you and spooning you. Maybe a little petting here and there.. This boy finds it such a turn on when you're all drunk and cute.

Well, if you and him are both out drinking, he's probably about as drunk as you are since he tries his best to drink up for you.

You both wake up in your own shared bed somehow, with the clothes from the night before and the only motivation you both have to drag yourselves out of bed is to share a bath or shower together.

Breakfast in beds are for sure.

Kuroo Tetsuro

"Be safe until I come get ya, I'll be there real quick, kitten." He'll be there in 30 mins tops.

Just when you were about to reach for another glass, he takes it away from your hand, "ahh-uh kitten, time to go home~"

He grabs your bag and says goodbye to your friends, giving the smile that says 'I'll kill y'all if anyone makes her this drunk again'.

Helps you out of the place and holds your hair if you need to puke. Will also have a bottle of water ready for you and cleans you up before carrying you in his car. Also has a bag ready for you in case you want to throw up again.

You can ask for the moon if you're drunk, because Tetsurou Kuroo will give anything to you. You look all cute and vulnerable he just wants to protect you from everything in the world.

This smart ass knows how to do your bedtime routine for you and will clean you from head to toe. Dries your hair nicely and you low key try to get drunk because when he does your hair, you wake up the next day with good hair day.

Of course some groping when he dresses you up, he has no self control when it comes to your body. But he'll never force himself on you when you're drunk, unless you want to. But you'll definitely get it the next day. ;)

He never lets you get drunk when you're with him. He's a good drinker since his job consists of him meeting clients and socialising a lot, so he's kinda trained.

Tucks you in and holds you in his arms like you're the most precious thing in the world and whispers sweet nothings to you.

Tsukishima Kei

Hung the call on you when you called. But just when you're about to call a cab he appears and throws a hoodie over you.

"let's go." he sighs.

He acts all annoyed but he's such a sweetheart. He opens the doors for you, puts his hand over the car frame when you enter so you don't hit your head, and buckle your seatbelt for you.

Ties / clips your hair up for you in case you want to puke, and then runs a warm bath for you. All you have to do is sit or lie down and be served. He wears your pjs for you and dries your hair so gently, his long fingers running through your scalp.

He'll NEVER do this when you're sober so you're surprised he actually knows how to do it right. You never know but he's always quietly watching you.

He even wears your night socks for you or do whatever night routine you have for you, although it's not 100%. He always grumbles or tease you when you're doing it or act like he doesn't care but when he really had to do it, he started panicking a little, wondering which goes first and next.

He also panics about which are the right socks or panties you wear to bed.

Of course he'll grumble about it the next day like you're the most troublesome person in the world and he was SUPER bothered but you know your Kei, he's willing to do all these for you but he was just worried for you.

When you both go out together, he'll stop you from drinking past your limits unless it was a special occasion, your birthday, anniversary or if you were extremely sad over a matter.

Always whispers "I love you" to you after he's tucked you in to bed.

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Helloooo~ can i request nagito X fem!reader who take a lead, like she always protect him or carried him like bride when he sick or injured or...after she being a top when doing seggs(when he cant walk after reader put a toy) sorry^^;...hehehe not really nsfw but i want in romantic ways because i like female be a lead♡♡... i hope you like this idea and i don't mind if you want to make scenario or headcanons... i love reading your post!!♡♡♡

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A/n: Heya! Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this fanfic. I had no clue what to write so I began improvising. Again, thank you for your request! Hope you have a great day!

Thank you for being patient! I was thinking of some scenarios fit for this request (and I got sick- but I think I’m ok now!)

Oh and I almost forgot to tell you, this happens when everyone’s not dead yet and.. Killing game. Yeah. Hope it’s alright for you.

There's also a bonus part-

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Title: “I’ll always be by your side.”

Pairing: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

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Warnings: some grammar errors, (In the bonus part, mentions of bruises and being tied up)

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst in the bonus part,

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

Reader: Female

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Komaeda yawned as he turned around the bed, his face facing yours. He stared at you with a small smile. “Good morning my hope..” He murmured, giving you a kiss before snuggling you.

You gave a small groan before hugging him a bit tighter. You slowly gained consciousness and opened your eyes. “Good mornin’ Nagito..” You greeted, your tone slightly in a whisper. “Had a good night's sleep?” You asked. You felt him nod as he backed away a bit. “How about you?”

“It’s always a good night when I’m with you.” You answered. Komaeda chuckled before trying to sit up, but failed when you pulled him down to you. “Come on, we got to eat with the others.” He tried to reason, but not resisting your hug.

“Let them.. I don’t care.”

So you and Komaeda stayed like that for a few minutes. When the morning announcement came, you both ignored it and continued to stay in you and Komaeda’s comfort zones.

You were almost drifting to sleep with Komaeda again when...

“Hey Lovebirds! Wake up! The morning announcement was announced a few minutes ago! Get your butts out of the beds and let’s eat!” A male voice shouted from the other side of the door.

“Don’t shout at them Kazuichi! They might be sleeping.” A female voice whisper-yelled at Kazuichi. “Sorry..”

One of the two knocked on the door and the female said “Y/n? Komaeda? Are you there? We’re going to eat and we’d like you two to join.”

“Maybe they-”

“Alright! Alright.. We’re up. We’ll join soon.” You answered.

“Great! We’ll see you both in the restaurant!” The female voice chirped before leaving with Kazuichi.

Komaeda stood up and walked to the closet, and began changing. His back facing you. You looked away for a minute before looking back. He was changing his shirt, now shirtless. You grinned and walked towards Komaeda.

Komaeda heard shuffling from the bed, telling him you're either standing up or just still sleepy. You wrapped your arms around Komaeda and kissed his neck. Komaeda let out a giggle as you continued to kiss his neck playfully.

Soon after, you finally stopped and unwrapped your arms around him, letting him continue to change.

Once he was finally done, you changed your clothes and began walking with Komaeda. Hands intertwined.

You both arrived in the restaurant and were met with Koizumi. “Good morning Y/n! Komaeda! Why were you two late again? Didn’t Byakuya tell you to never be late?” Koizumi greeted as she sat on a chair, you and Komaeda right across her.

“I wanted to sleep in.. Anyways, where are the others?”

“Them? Oh, they left a few minutes ago. After they ate, they just left. Well, Byakuya told me to wait for you guys and tell you not to-”

As you and Koizumi talked, Komaeda slowly ate his food, lovingly staring at you. Seeing as you smile and make cute faces that Komaeda adores so much.

After eating, You, Komaeda, and Koizumi bid goodbyes as Koizumi separated from you and Komaeda, telling you that “I promised that I’d hang out with Hiyoko for the day. See you guys later!”

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You and Komaeda were walking through the beach when you saw a frisbee coming Komaeda’s way. Out of instinct, you pushed Komaeda out of the way. The frisbee avoided Komaeda but hit your arm.

You hissed in pain and held the part of the arm that hurted. Once the pain lessened, you checked the arm to see that nothing bad happened.

Two people, mainly Akane and Nekumaru, ran towards you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- uhh.. Woman.?” Akane apologized, forgetting your name. “It’s Y/n..” You deadpanned, temporarily forgetting the pain. Komaeda walked to the frisbee and took it then gave it to Nekumaru, thanking him in return.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Nekomaru asked loudly, making you slightly flinch at the volume. “I’m alright, I’m alright.” You answered. “WE’RE VERY SORRY WE-”

You interrupted him and exclaimed “It’s fine! Don’t worry. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You glanced at Komaeda, seeing him next to you, looking at you in worry. “Aight then.. See ya later girly and white haired dude! Sorry!” Akane said before running off, with Nekomaru following behind.

Komaeda gently held the arm that was hit with a frisbee and blamed himself. “Ah I’m so sorry Y/n! My luck’s getting worse. It’s my fault you got hurt. I should’ve gotten hit.”

You took your arm out of Komaeda’s hands and cupped his face. You and Komaeda stared at each other before kissing for a short while. “Komaeda. Don’t blame yourself. Please.”

You pecked his lips again. “Are you hurt?” You asked him. “But I should be the one-”

“Are you hurt, Nagito?” You asked again. He shook his head ‘no’ and you smiled. “Good. I took the hit for you just to protect you Nagito. You almost got hit with a frisbee. I wouldn’t want something bad for you to happen. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Komaeda was silent. He couldn’t open his mouth, but even if he did, Komaeda couldn’t find the words he wanted to tell you. So instead, he hugged you. You hugged back, giving him a little squeeze. “Let’s go back to the dorms and cuddle, yea?”

Komaeda hummed in agreement then yelped as you carried him bridal style to the dorms. Worried, Komaeda asked you if he’s heavy and to put him down if so. “Your light as a feather. Nagito. Don’t worry.”

As you sped up the pace making you jog with you holding Komaeda bridal style. Komaeda looked at you worryingly, so you slowed down a bit to his preferred speed. You and Komaeda laughed happily since you both were having fun.

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You gently placed Komaeda down on the bed with you lying beside him. As you were spooning him (You were the big spoon while he was the small spoon), he began to move a bit then held your hand that was near him then gave it a small kiss.

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You were in your room with Komaeda hugging you from the side as you two were talking to one another. Out of the blue, your stomach growled. Komaeda chuckled as you looked away sheepishly with a blush on your face.

“Are you hungry, Angel? Do you want me to buy some snacks for you?” You nodded embarrassed. Komaeda chuckled again and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “No need to be embarrassed, Y/n. I’m just going to buy food for you.” He said while he sat up from the bed, looking at you.

“Can I come with you?” You asked, hoping you would join.

He shook his head ‘no’ to your dismay. “It’s alright, my hope. I can do this by myself. I don’t want to tire you. You seem tired.” You pouted, a bit disappointed. Komaeda reassured you that he’ll be fine, so you finally agreed. You stopped pouting then rolled over the bed.

“Would you want me to buy your favorite snacks and drink?” Komaeda asked as he was walking towards the door. “Yes please.”

“Alright.. I’ll be back soon, Love.” Komaeda bid goodbye before leaving you all alone in the room.

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You waited for what felt like hours. You kept turning left and right on the bed bored. No one to talk to. Nothing to entertain you. ‘I guess a small nap wouldn’t hurt..’ You thought before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Or that’s what you thought.

You opened your eyes in frustration that you couldn’t sleep either. “Great... Now I can’t sleep. And I'm bored!” You shouted. You slightly jumped when you heard a drop from the roof.

Soon after, more and more rain drops started to fall down and you immediately knew it was raining. You stood up and walked towards the door, opening it and stepping outside the room. The rain was heard louder. You sat on the room floor, and your legs outside. You bring your legs closer to your chest and wrapped your arms around it. Resting your head on your knee, you watched the rain falling from the sky as you waited for Komaeda worryingly.

“Y/n?” You heard faintly. You thought it was your imagination and ignored it. But you heard it again but more clearly. “Y/n!” ‘Komaeda?’ You murmured as you looked around your surroundings confused.

You stared at a figure that was slowly growing in your vision. The more you stared at the figure, the more you recognized the figure as Komaeda. In panic, you immediately went inside the room and found (Coincidentally) an umbrella. You went outside, opened the umbrella, and ran towards Komaeda.

“Nagito! You’re soaked! Hurry, let’s go inside.” You quickly dragged Komaeda inside the room in panic. You made him sit on your bed, not caring if it got wet, and gave him clothes to wear. You looked away and found a blanket while he changed.

Once he was done, you gave him the blanket, which he gratefully took, and wrapped it around himself. While you were placing the wet clothes somewhere, Komaeda said. “Why are you protective? I don’t mind but I don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Nagito. I wouldn’t want you to just.. I love you alright? You worry me sometimes.”

Komaeda softly smiled. He started to stand up but you stopped him before he did. “Sit down. I’ll take care of you.” You took a bath towel and began drying his hair with it. “I love you too, Y/n.”

Your heart fluttered. ‘You’ll be the death of me if you continue being cute! Not like I hate it though...’ You smiled. “Oh. I almost forgot. Here.” Komaeda moved and grabbed a bag and gave it to you. You took it and opened the bag. Inside contained your favorite snacks and drinks.

Your smile widened as you tackled Komaeda to the floor. “Thank you!” You began kissing all over his face. He smiled as he relished the moment. Every time he was near you, he felt bad. He felt like he was inferior. But every time you show your affection, his worries always goes away. He felt safe with you.

Your moment was immediately interrupted when Komaeda sneezed. You gasped, carrying Komaeda to the bed. You went around the room to get anything you needed for Komaeda, medicine, water, etc. Then gave it to Komaeda.

“You could’ve hid under a roof and waited there till the rain ended y’know?” You told him. Komaeda looked at you and smiled. “I know. But I was near here. You saw me remember? Plus, I didn’t want you to starve.”

You looked at him lovingly then gave him a short but passionate kiss, to his dismay and relief.

“Thank you. Love.”

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Bonus:

[Warnings: Komaeda getting tied up by Kazuichi and Nekumaru(This is before the killing game starts- just saying.), mentions of bruises, ]

You were walking around the island without Komaeda. You wanted to hang out with Komaeda but he wasn’t in his dorm. “Where could he be?” You murmured, slightly confused and worried. Is he alright?

You saw Kazuichi walking from the Rocketpunch market with a rope in hand. “Kazuichi!” You called, hoping that he knew where Komaeda was. Kazuichi jumped at someone calling him, clearly surprised. When he noticed you, he immediately put the rope behind his back. “O-oh hey Y/n! Didn’t see you there. Heh. Oh hey, Where’s Komaeda?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you... So you didn’t see him either?” Your smile faltered. “A-ah.. I-I think he might be in the... Uh.. His room! Yeah! Did you check?”

“I did. But he wasn’t there.” You sulked.

“No need to sulk Y/n! He might be somewhere on the island that you haven’t seen yet. The island is huge after all.” That seemed to make you determined again. You nodded then bit him goodbye.

A few minutes had passed when you finally went to the last place you haven’t gone yet, The hotel’s old building. As you went into the dining room, or what you think it is. It was pretty dark, you went near the wall and began finding the light switch. Internally celebrating when you finally found it then flipping it on.

“Oh, you guys are back already- Huh?”

You turned to the source of the sound and gasped. It was-

“Nagito!”

You kneeled in front of him and began untying him from the rope. “Are you alright? What happened? Who did this?” You began asking him questions while checking if he had injuries, to your distress, there were bruises..

“I’m fine, Y/n. Thank you for finding me. I thought I would be here for a while.” He smiled as he took the now loose rope around him and tossed it somewhere. “Who did this to you?” You asked sternly, your face filled with anger.

Komaeda was taken aback by your behaviour. “A-ah. W-well..” He stuttered. “Who did this? Tell me Nagito.”

Komaeda went silent, staring at you innocently and worryingly. You noticed then began taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Ah sorry.. I’m just angry that someone would do this to you.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. It happens sometimes.”

“No it doesn’t.. Rarely. Now please tell me who did this to you.”

“It was Kazuichi and Nekomaru-”

“So it was them huh?” Your face darkened once more. You rounded up your fists when you remembered that Kazuichi was holding a rope earlier. “Y/n. Try to control your anger. Calm down..” Komaeda tried to help you calm down.

“Why? Why did they do this to you? I know you didn’t do anything right?” You asked him, wanting comfort and affirmation from Komaeda. You cupped his face and caressed his cheek while you waited for his answer.

He told you his opinion and that you shouldn't take everything he said seriously because he might be incorrect. Komaeda kissed you then pulled away a minute after. You both rested your forehead against each other as you stared at his eyes, not looking away.

“Thank you, My angel. I don’t know what I could do without you.” Komaeda said.

You sent him a small smile and murmured to his ear “I’ll always be by your side.”.

You then backed away and stood up, giving Komaeda a hand. “Now, let’s treat your bruises now alright?” Komaeda nodded, then took your hand to stand up. He yelped when you carried him bridal style. “Are you alright?” Komaeda nodded again. “Okay, hold on tight. I wouldn’t want you to fall.”

He rested his head on your chest and smiled as he slowly drifted off to sleep. You smiled as you glanced at him.

“Good night Nagito.” You murmured.

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E/n: I hope this was to your liking, My mind went blank when I tried to think of some good scenarios.

Gosh this was like- 2400+ words. Ngl when I read it again, it’s not as bad as I thought.

[shadowsinger11]

Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Major fluff and also smut, oral (female receiving), first time with your adorable werewolf boy, the good stuff

A/N: Heyo did you really think I'd spend years in the fanfic world without writing content myself? I think it's time I finally share some of my writing on here. Wattpad was my old love but it now brings cringy memories of me thinking I can write lmao. Enjoyyy

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Being friends with the infamous Marauders sure was an adventure.

No matter how many times you'd get in trouble because of their mischief-making, you couldn't help but love those dorks, always being ready to defend them if punishment was to be expected. In return, Peter, Sirius, James and Remus absolutely adored you and they basically adopted you as their own the minute you first stood up for them in front of your stoic and most of the time quite unfair Potions teacher. This was the beginning of a bond which neither of you thought you'd create. It didn't take them very long to trust you since you had proved multiple times that you're on their side and the boys loved having you around.

The whole school was aware of how close you were with the three pranksters but almost no one bothered to differentiate them - to Hogwarts, James, Remus, Sirius and Peter were just "the marauders". Very few people knew them individually and thought of them as separate people without having to associate one with the other two.

Needless to say, you were one of those very few people.

You loved each of the boys for their own personalities. They were so different but together they balanced each other out and that's what made them an unstoppable team.

Even though you had a strong friendship with all three, your connection ran much stronger with Remus. Due to him being way more caring and emotionally mature, he was able to understand you better and provide the best advice. At first you saw his intelligence as intimidating, worrying you'd accidentally embarrass yourself in front of him, but then you realised how much of an idiot Sirius could be around him so you began to get more comfortable. With time you also understood that Lupin was basically just a fluffy smart puppy.

His friendly but somehow shy personality was enough for you to trust him in no time and after awhile so did he. At first Remus was very hesitant to reveal his secret to you but instead of being scared or disgusted when you found out he was a werewolf, you were more intrigued than anything else.

Since then he'd be way more open about his feelings with you thus your friendship grew even stronger. You'd also feel free to share with him your struggles and count on him to help you out and cheer you up. Sometimes he'd take you out for a butterbeer and you'd spend a chill evening together in a cozy café.

If you were tired though, Remus would love to just lie down in his bed with you and cuddle.

Normally he enjoys being the big spoon, but he later found out he'd much rather bury his head in your neck or chest and wrap his arms around your midsection, tangling his legs with yours. This way he felt like he could truly protect you. You would always blush when he suddenly nuzzled his face into your chest, especially at first because you weren't sure what his feelings for you were.

When he later told you he was in love with you, it took you by surprise but the idea itself didn't surprise you. It just felt right.

Now the cuddling sessions felt much more intimate to both of you.

Remus could hear your heartbeat getting faster when he would occasionally press kisses to your neck or chest while basically being wrapped around you.

It filled him with pride when he looked up and saw how flustered you had become because of the gesture.

You would look down at him in admiration and run your fingers through his messy brown hair, trying to play off the fact that your mind was buzzing with thousands of thoughts. There was no hiding this from Remus, he could see your blushing cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes.

Sometimes he'd love to tease the hell out of you by continuously kissing and nipping at you sensitive skin until your breathing got uneven or you accidentally let out a moan.

The latter would give him a huge ego boost and he'd look all smug about it. He'd usually just genuinely smile at you but when he'd smirk at you during these moments, it made your knees buckle.

You'd discreetly try to relieve the tension between your legs by slightly rubbing your thighs together but Remus always took notice.

When it came to you getting dirty, it started off slow.

You were softly kissing on his bed, you straddling his lap.

Your kisses became more urgent and needy as you grabbed his soft hair. Remus tested the waters by moving his lips down to your neck. He knew you'd become flustered but he wanted to see how long he could keep doing this to you for.

Soon you were tugging at his locks and panting heavily, instinctively rubbing your clothed pussy up and down against his crotch.

Remus found himself getting hard on the spot. He wanted to have you right then and there but he knew he had to be careful with you.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" he asked, gesturing to your house themed shirt.

A little hesitant, you nodded and he peeled the clothing off your body. You helped him take off his own shirt as well, his Gryffindor uniform finding its place next to yours on the floor. However, you still had your bra on.

Once he reached to unclasp it, your smile faltered.

"What's wrong, my love?" he softly asked, looking up at his lover in concern.

"Nothing! I just… I don't think you'll like what you'll see…" you muttered in embarrassment. You had learned to dislike your body overtime, thinking your appearance would never make a guy find you attractive or desirable, but Remus was determined to help you change your mindset. He pecked your nose and looked into your eyes.

"My darling, I assure you there's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, look at my scars. You still love me with them, huh? You like how I look," he stated, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "Even if you don't like your imperfections, I love them and I'll teach you to love them too. Now please let me admire you, sweetheart."

Always soft spoken, he never failed to make you melt with his words.

Now, a bit less hesitant, you let him take off your bra.

Once you were uncovered for him to see, he slowly trailed his fingers up your waist until he cupped your breasts. His fingers felt warm and soft against your skin. When you looked up at him, his reaction surprised you.

His eyes were significantly darker, eyeing you up and down hungrily. Something between a whimper and a growl escaped his throat and he whispered, seeming out of breath.

"My love, you're stunning."

His mouth found your nipple and you gasped in surprise, hands grabbing his shoulder as he sucked greedily. His fingers rolled your other nipple and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You threw your head back as moan after a moan started falling from your reddened lips.

"R-Remus…" you breathed, mind dizzy with pleasure.

His eyes shot open and he looked up at you, "Yes, my love? Did I hurt you? Am I going too fast for you?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh, "No, you're doing great! I'm quite enjoying myself actually." You playfully bit your lip, ruffling his already messy hair. He smiled, seeming way more relieved. Remus had to get used to you moaning his name and the thought of it filled him with joy.

He carefully laid you back down on the bed, capturing your lips in a long, deep kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, tasting them as if for the very first time. When you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, you gladly let it in and your lover wasted no time to explore your mouth. The kiss swallowed your desperate moans and your hips involuntarily buckled to meet his.

Remus took the hint but instead decided to prolong this further by setting between your legs and dry-humping you. His clothed dick rubbed deliciously against your pussy and you were sure your panties were soaked at this point.

"Remus, please…"

Even though he enjoyed toying with you, Remus was pretty impatient himself so he pulled back and slipped down your jeans. He spread your legs wide and his lips twitched in amusement at the damp spot on your panties. He ran his fingers up and down your core and chuckled when you whimpered.

Remus finally peeled off your panties and stared at your red, swollen and incredibly wet pussy in all its glory.

And you saw it again - that same animalistic look of hunger on his face.

He licked his lips and growled quietly, making your thighs tremble before placing each of them over his shoulders.

Remus blew hot breath on your core and you sighed in anticipation. He used two fingers two spread your folds and inhaled your hypnotising scent.

Remus used the tip of his tongue to gently flick your clit and you yelped, you thought you could cum right there but he stopped. He licked a generous amount of your juices and slowly dragged it up before adding his lips to the mix and starting to french kiss your pussy.

Your head fell back down on the pillows, hands coming down to massage his scalp as your needy moans echoed in the room. Your hips involuntarily moved up to meet his mouth and he hummed in appreciation, the vibrations spreading waves of pleasure through your body.

Remus slightly pulled back and watched as he slowly entered two fingers into your pussy, a thick layer of wetness coating them. He moved them in and out carefully as he asked, genuinely concerned, "How does it feel, darling?"

At this point you were not in the state to form a proper sentence, "So good, oh my god… please keep going…"

Remus smiled to himself and went down to business, quickening the pace of his fingers. His tongue came up to play with your clit again but you truly lost it when he added a third finger, thrusting them rapidly as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking harshly and massaging it with his tongue. You came hard with a loud moan, your juices gushing all over his fingers as Remus kept eating you out like a starving animal. He only stopped when you tugged at his hair since your clit had become sensitive and he crawled up to you, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"How was I, darling?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," you giggled, pressing a kiss to your lover's lips and he was quick to return it. His hands began to wander your body, eager to feel all your curves. His fingers left goosebumps everywhere they touched; your chest, your breasts, your neck, arms, thighs… Remus made sure to mark every single spot with his fingers and lips.

He quickly got rid of his boxers and your mouth watered when you saw his glorious length spring free. He wasn't very long but he was exceptionally thick and your pussy begged to have him buried inside you.

Remus began to grind down between your legs, looking up at you once more, "Do you truly want this?"

"Absolutely," you sighed, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured against your lips and slipped his cock inside of you. His thickness stretched you out much more than his fingers, your pussy eagerly welcoming every inch. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of being full up to your cervix.

"Does it hurt, my love?" Remus asked, checking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

"Not at all," you smiled. "You can move now."

And with that Remus laced his fingers with yours in a firm, but gentle grip and started to slowly pull out and then thrust back in deep inside until he filled you completely. And again. And again.

Your bodies moved in a passionate dance, your hips lifting up to meet his as he kept pushing into you.

Remus' grunts and gasps joined your moans and whimpers as you both clung desperately to each other. He picked up the pace, hips snapping into yours as his thick cock slipped in and out of your glistening pussy. Your back arched, your breasts brushing against his chest with every move.

Remus removed one of his hands and slipped it between your bodies to rub nice tight circles on your clit.

"Remus, I'm-"

"I know, just breathe."

The volume of your moans increased and so did the speed of his thrusts and fingers. You looked down at where your bodies met and you moaned at the sight of his thick cock frantically entering your wet pussy, hitting all the sweet spots. With one harsh thrust he spilled his seed deep into you which triggered your own climax, your pussy clenching tight around his cock and milking him for all he's worth.

Remus kept thrusting in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm, and then finally slipped out, lying next to you and hugging you to his chest.

You both started to laugh. You felt tired, absolutely spent, but you were also energised and refreshed.

"Did you enjoy it? Was I okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" Remus asked again while pulling the covers over you two.

"Remus," you placed your hands on his cheeks to make him face you. "I just had my first time and it was mind-blowing. You did amazing, I assure you."

He seemed visibly more relaxed now and looked down at you with such pure love you had never seen before.

"I am honoured to be your first and I'm immensely glad I satisfied you. You deserve to be taken care of in an appropriate manner."

You smiled at him, letting your fingers dance seductively along his chest, "Then what do you say you take care of me appropriately again?"

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[ikemen-girl]

IKEMEN SENGOKU: Suffering...

Mitsuhide×MC

Genre: Hurt/Comfort...

Trigger warning: Mention of death.

A/N: I know this is the last day of the year 2020😂, I am wishing you all a very happy new year in advance & I am extremely sorry for breaking your delicate hearts but I really wanted to write it since a long time as our soft & sneki boi deserves all the love in the world. So let's begin this story with our favourite kitsune! I hope you like it❤! Comments are appreciated❤🙏🏻.

"We made it back!", loud cheers erupts as Mitsuhide's army entered the castle gates of Azuchi.

"Lady Akechi, they are here!", a maid informed her excitedly about the return of Mitsuhide, unharmed and successful.

She has been waiting eagerly for Mitsuhide since the last night knowing that he will return from his mission today. He informed her before departing that he will return in a week once he completes his mission.

She had prepared everything for his return to see fulfill his need for relaxation after a small yet gruesome mission, she wanted nothing more than his happiness.

"My love", she murmured beaming with happiness hearing the news of the arrival. She practically jumped on her feets as she ran fast through the hallways towards the entrance of the Azuchi Castle.

"MC, I know you are happy but safety first!", shouted Hideyoshi as he spotted her.

"I am sorry Hideyoshi but I can't stop, Mitsuhide is back!", she replied laughing at his friend's nagging.

"That's my lass, Cheer up Hideyoshi!", Masamune howled with laughter placing his hand on Hideyoshi's shoulder standing besides him.

Meanwhile, Nobunaga took the chance to eat his favourite konpeito leaning back on his armrest with a smirk on his face as Hideyoshi was busy elsewhere paying no mind to his other vassals staring at him.

"If she trip on her way, it will be a huge pain..", Ieyasu sighed yet there was a small smile on his face as he noticed her happiness as she ran outside.

"I am extremely happy for MC!", Mitsunari smiled brightly causing Ieyasu to go, "Ugh! Not again!".

She spotted Mitsuhide besides Kyubei quickly as they both made the way through the castle's entrance.

"MITSUHIDE!", she exclaimed happily as she threw her arms around him the moment he came walking directly towards her.

He wrapped his arms around her and she pulled back to look at his face, "Welcome back, Mitsuhide!", she smiled happily at him.

She didn't miss the crease in his eyebrows that appeared for a moment as soon as she said that to him & she wondered if she did something to upset him but when she peered carefully at his face, his smile was clearly strained, there was not a hint of a warmth in his eyes, as he stared blankly into distance.

Mitsuhide caught her staring at him and he quickly patted her hair, "Ah! Thank you!", he replied but it felt off to her but she held his hand as she lead him inside the castle.

"Hold on Mitsuhide! Just how many times should I tell you to inform us of the dangerous stunts you pull? You disappeared without so much as a word again.You are so reckless for your own good, you better explain---", "Not now, Hideyoshi!", Mitsuhide cut him off coldly.

Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu, Mitsunari were all taken aback by the sharpness in his tone for a moment.

"Mitsuhide..", she gently placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"I knew it, something is not right, Mitsuhide isn't the one to lost his cool easily, which is so unusual as he generally brushes off Hideyoshi playfully but there was a edge of anger in his tone today", she thought.

He took a deep breathe, regaining his composure, "Hideyoshi, I came from a long journey, I will listen to your nagging tomorrow", he said it with his usual foxy grin.

"Kyubei!", Mitsuhide called his most trusted vassal.

"Yes, Milord!", Kyubei responded quickly.

Mitsuhide cast a glance towards him and Kyubei nodded.

"Got it Milord! I will report to Lord Nobunaga in your stead!", replied Kyubei.

Mitsuhide nodded as he looked back at her, who looked surprised to say the least, as usual.

She was always weirded out that Kyubei could always read his thoughts even when Mitsuhide didn't say a word.

"You both are so awesome! I wish I could also read Mitsuhide like you, Kyubei!", she said happily.

Mitsuhide raise a eyebrow at her amused but let out a sigh.

"Oh you flatter me, milady!", Kyubei responded with a warm smile.

"Sorry Hideyoshi but we should better go now..", she said holding Mitsuhide's arm.

Hideyoshi nodded as she lead Mitsuhide inside glancing back to cast a apolegetic look towards them.

"Chill Hideyoshi! He probably must be stressed!", Masamune reassured him as Hideyoshi looked on worriedly. "I must say that I have never seen him looked so angry", Ieyasu commented. "Yes, Lord Ieyasu, I was little scared for a moment there...", Mitsunari added. "Oh for the love of---", Ieyasu grunted.

Back in their room, she gave him fresh clothes silently and Mitsuhide took a warm bath while she went in the castle kitchen to carry a tray of warm vegetable soup, tea and sweets for him which she prepared.

"Hm? Where did she go?", Mitsuhide wondered as he came back after his bath.

Mitsuhide was sitting at his desk, his hair wet, he was lost in his thoughts with a grim expression on his face as she stepped inside with the tray.

"Mitsuhide, you will catch cold this way..", she kept the tray on his desk and went on to dry his hair with towel gently and started combing his hair like he did for her countless times while Mitsuhide simply closes his eyes when she is at it.

"Here, open up!", she brought a spoon of soup towards his lips.

"Little one, I am not hungry..", Mitsuhide sighed with a tired smile on his face.

"Come on Mitsuhide, Kyubei told me you haven't eaten since last night, it's not good for your health, okay, just a little bit, I made it for you, please...", she looked at him with a warm smile, pleading eyes to which Mitsuhide can never refuse, so he opens his mouth slowly.

Her face lit up as she feeds him happily and he finished everything despite refusing to eat initially.

She started massaging his shoulders to which he let out a relieved sigh of pleasure. "Mitsuhide..", she spoke slowly to express her concern. "Hmm?", Mitsuhide replied.

She sat down infront of him and held his hands to give him warmth while posing a single question with a very gentle voice, "Was this mission too hard on you?" She didn't miss the way, his shoulders twitch at her question.

Mitsuhide was taken aback, he expected that she would be asking that if he is alright or what happened at the war, he certainly didn't expect her to strike a chord with the question about his feelings. He felt a lump in his throat as the painful memories flashed infront of his eyes.

"You surprised me once again, my silly little mouse..", said Mitsuhide with a tired smile.

"Mitsuhide, I know you always tell me that your missions are a secret for me as you are concerned about my happiness but today I am worried about you and your feelings, I want you to rely on me more, remember when you came to give me this hairpin on that rainy day, I told you that I don't want you to shoulder everything on your own & suffer alone, the only thing I wish for everyday is your well being, afterall how I can be happy when you are clearly troubled?", she said cupping his cheeks in her soft hands and looking deep into his eyes as if she was trying to look deep inside his heart.

Upon noticing a bit of hesitation in his gaze, she retreated her hands back, she didn't want to force him so she smiled at him gently, "It's okay if you don't want to share right now but I am here to listen to you anytime when you feel like it..", and she started to get up to prepare futon for the night but Mitsuhide grabbed her wrist.

"Mitsuhide..", she murmured surprised.

"Let me be selfish today and express everything to you as this mission was...too rough..", said Mitsuhide, she felt his hand trembling, his voice a low whisper, his gaze wavering with emotions.

"You are not being selfish, I am here for you..", she replied.

She immediately sat down infront of him, held his hands to keep them from trembling urging him to continue nodding her head, giving him her full attention.

"So 6 days ago, when I was on my mission to infiltrate a small castle of a daimyo and seek out the information about the potential revolt of him against Lord Nobunaga, I met a small boy around the age of 12 named Haru, son of the daimyo, he was quite smart for his age, he would sneak outside the castle to teach the poor kids about the basics of archery and shooting while training himself, used to distribute the foodgrains to them with a bright smile on his face. When I asked him, he told me that it made him happy to see the big smile on their faces at the thought of having dinner with their families and they will not go to bed with empty stomach, he taught them the basics so that they could protect themselves in life-threatening situations & not just simply crushed by others. He was too kind & innocent yet he had a strong determination seeing a world of peace someday & held strong sense of justice. We became quick friends, he was very unique kid in good way, his eyes used to shine with confidence. He told me that his father was very cruel and he believed that he will do anything to see his goals accomplished. And his suspicions proved true..", told Mitsuhide closing his eyes for a moment.

She took in a sharp breathe, readying herself to hear further. He continued, "Just 2-3 days later, he was caught by several guards for sneaking out everyday & helping the poor, his father...his own father....that daimyo...smashed his knuckles..". "What?! Didn't his mother stop his father? ", she exclaimed horrified at the thought. "His mother died while giving him birth...", Mitsuhide replied. She gasped, sadly. "Yet that kid smiled tearfully without any regrets and proudly stood by his own values, I couldn't tolerate this behaviour and quicken my investigation, gathered enough evidence against him for plotting against Lord Nobunaga and torturing innocent people. The very next day, when I along with Kyubei revealed our identity & attempted to bring him to Lord Nobunaga, that man went berserk and started ordering his vassals to protect him and shield them from us & disappeared, out of nowhere Haru appeared & told me about his secret place of refugee, we followed and found him at last, but that sick devil, he..he..", Mitsuhide voice cracked. "That daimyo used his..own son...to protect himself....& Haru was shot by one of our own soldier accidentally..", said Mitsuhide as he took a deep breathe as if saying any further will break him completely. She gasped with horror as tears streamed down her cheek hearing about the cruelty of a father towards his son, indescribable sadness filled her heart.

"The sad look in Haru's eyes as if he couldn't believe his father used him as a bait...blood seeping through his clothes...it was too much for me to bear...", said Mitsuhide clenching his fists.

"How can a father do that to his own son?!", she exclaimed angrily holding his hands, as tears rolled down her cheek.

"Even though...even though I killed that bastard, we did everything in our power to save his life but Haru..he was...gone....he went limp in my arms, his eyes lost his shine..his last words....were...that he wish...for a loving family & peace in his next--", Mitsuhide's voice broke completely & his shoulders trembled as tears burst through his eyes. Her heart ached seeing him in this state. She gently wraps her arms around him and guided his head to rest on her chest as she rubbed soothing circles on his back while other hand gently caressed his hair. He completely slumps in her arms as if he is worn out completely, clinging on her arms desperately as if his life depended on it, his sobbing shredding her heart into thousand pieces as tears roll down from her cheeks.

"I couldn't save him, MC....I couldn't..it hurts so much..remembering his lifeless eyes...which were once..filled with warmth....he reminded me so much of myself...I have seen so many people dying...but I wished so badly to save him...I wished...that he could...fulfill his..dreams...yet...I-I...was so scared....I was so desperate..I-I tried so hard..I hated that ominous feeling..I hated it so much...you greeted me home today but....he was greeted by death that day....", muttered Mitsuhide between his heartwrenching sobs, clutching her sleeves, her kimono soaking his tears through. "I know you did your best Mitsuhide..I know you did..", she whispered back sadly rubbing his back gently.

"I feel so scared...I feel soo scared...what if someday you...I couldn't bear that lifeless look of Haru's eyes in your eyes....I can't...I will die..", his breathe hitched in his throat & his voice chokes at the end while he squeezed his eyes shut, hands pressed over his ears as if shouting at his thoughts to shut up.

"Deep breathe...Mitsuhide, don't be scared...I will be by your side no matter what happens...we will live through these turbulent times together..", she said wiping his tears with the pad of her thumbs, looking into his sad eyes, caressing his face with soft kisses, removing his hands froms his ears and lacing his fingers with herself.

"You can listen to my heartbeat, hm? As long as you are with me, it will never fade..you can listen to it whenever you want...", she whispered sweetly trying to calm him fears, holding hin close to her chest.

"I will never let harm fall upon you..I promise you...", Mitsuhide nodded as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I have full faith in you, Mitsuhide...", she whispered kissing his eyebrows gently.

"I wish wherever that angel is now, his last words become true...", she said it like a prayer all the while rubbing Mitsuhide's back.

"I wish that as well..", Mitsuhide murmured as he continued holding her.

"MC?", he murmured.

Hm???", she asked.

"Thank you for today and I love you dearly, my little mouse..", said Mitsuhide as he slowly started relaxing in her arms.

"I love you too....thank you for relying on me..", she said with a gentle smile wiping his tears. She could see his emotions laid bare, he looked truly grateful for her staying by his side.

She hugged him for quite a while when she realized Mitsuhide stopped crying.

"Mitsuhide?", she whispered.

There was no response but she could feel his quiet and steady breathing.

"He fell asleep...", she said gently, pleasantly surprised.

She gently lowered his head on her lap as now he was deep asleep, his eyes puffy from crying his heart out yet it seemed that he was free of a burden, he was relaxed.

"Take your well-deserved rest, Mitsuhide, thank you for sharing your pain with me, I pray to god that he protects your gentle soul, I wish I could protect your kind & caring heart from all the cruelties, even though that is impossible for the type of work you do, I will also protect you with everything in my power, I know your work is scary, I know that you try your best in making everything alright, I know you understand the weight of one's life when you hold your rifle and have your goals clear in your mind, you needn't worry, I will always care and bring you out towards light holding yout hand when you feel engulfed by the darkness because I love you, I will be your strength..", she whispered loving as she softly caressed his hair and put a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"It reminds me of that night when for the first time, I broke down completely and you comforted me, seems now today, our roles were reversed....You are looking so innocent and vulnerable right now..", she said with a soft smile as she gently caress his cheek.

"Goodnight, my love!", she smiled gently looking at him as she kissed his forehead and she started playing with his hair looking at him, eyes full of love while Mitsuhide drifted off in land of dreams on her lap.

~The End~

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Could you please do whitey winn fic about him being really tired after working and him and his s/o cuddle (akrosndianfiqndoandian I feel like whitey winn would be a little spoon idk why-)

I stood over the kitchen sink washing up dishes and Cutlery hearing it clatter and splash in the warm water as I did, having to hurry for these last bits as it would be warm much longer. Looking out the small wooden window the light of various coloured glass bottles lined on the windowsill to reflect sweet pleasent light in mornings as the sun rise. But now the sun was setting and was hidden away the other side of the house, the town of labelle darkening as slowly but surely the sun slips below the desert horizon. Suddenly the door opened and I looked over in shock to the wooden door facing out towards town, the small lanky figure in the doorway holding open the door. His boots stepping up onto the wooden floor out of the dusty desert dirt, the boots speckled with some dust, dirt and mud from walks, scuffed slightly from riding his horse, they clacked a little where the tall soul and heel of the boots met the wooden planked floor. His pants tight to his skinny legs tucked into his boots tightly, the pants hugged his non existent curves up to his crotch and hips, them hugging the curves of his butt rather closely. His two gun belts sat posied on his hips crossing over his fly. His once white button down concealed by his grey jumper the glint of his deputy badge on his pocket. His neck sun tanned and covered with thick layers of dirt and dust to stubborn now to remove without a wire brush and patients, his lip and chin graced with messy stubble. His eyes scanned the room momentarily from under the brim of his hat that pulled his loose blonde waves back away from him.

"Good evening Mr Winn" I smiled sweetly to him, he made no response to me he simply stepped inside more shutting the door slipping his hat off putting it squarely on the coat hook beside the door above the brown leather jacket he didn't take today. He stepped over to the bed and went face first into it. "Bad day?" I asked

"I can't even begin to explain to ya darlin'" he mumbled his face in his pillow

"Bullshit?' I asked and he nodded "okay" I smiled going over and forcing him up to his feet not difficult as I think I've had sadles that weight more then whitey does soaking wet. I wrapped his arms around my waist his fingers interwining with his own at the small of my back his head laid on mine where he didn't actually want to stand on his own "how about I put on a little cassarol, Run you a nice hot bath, you can tell me all about it, then a nice Early night?" I suggest "hey? That sound good?"

He nodded and mumbled something incoherent into my hair so I smiled giving his nose a little kiss letting him sit back in the bed as I went to heat up some cassarol and put the water on for him to have a bath. As they both simmered I sat beside him moving his head to my shoulder

"So? You Wanna tell me about it?" I smiled

"Bill headed off about nine to go see his children, then had some boys in the bar kickin' up a fuss 'bout nothin'" he explained "then dam leapold came in the office whinin' 'bout the fuckin' kids in his shop again, and I told him for the nineth fuckin' time this week there ain't shit I can do 'bout it, he's got that much of a soddin' problem talk to there Mamma's" he explained "then all this dam mr ward business, been lookin' after him all day, dam ladies can't get enough of him. Then bill came back ridin' my ass 'bout somethin' I don't even know what I think he just had an ass" he explained "then I cleaned up and came on home to ya y/n"

"Aww whitey, my poor baby" I said kissing his head playing with his hair a moment before the water was done so I dragged out the tub and filled it up letting it cool a moment "come on whitey, you gonna cane have your bath?"

He sighed and got up taking off his gun belts wrapping them around the bed post, he kicked off his boots across the room then pulling off his jumper and somehow his shirt in one tug throwing them towards the laundry he rubbed his eyes as he came over checking the water

"Do I have to?" He asks

"When did you last bathe whitey?'

"Few days ago..." He lied

"Whitey Winn don't you dare lie to me, it was last week you dirty bugger now go on else no cuddles" I warn him gathering up his various things

"Fine" he sighed pealing his pants off him and climbing into the bath, he let out a rather happy sigh the moment he sat in the hot steamy water

"That better?" I asked

"Umm" he nods his eyes closed a little

"Good boy," I smiled taking what was left of the hot water and filling my Bucket grabbing as much cleaner as I could to wash his clothes from today "I think you work to much" I said

"I've always worked this much" he answered as he actually began to wash

"Yes but maybe that's not a good thing" I explain "whitey you've been working your little butt off as long as I've known you, maybe you won't be so tried and stressed if you just slowed down ever once and awhile"

"I know y/n, it just ain't that easy darlin'"

"Whitey I'm not asking the world, I just ask you slow down a little, you work too much you'll end up working your dam self into the ground" I explain hanging up his pants as I was done washing them leaving them on the clothes horse to dry by the fire for tomorrow "you'll keep working and working and before you know it you'll look up and they'll be shoveling the dirt on you" I laughed

"I can't slow down y/n I'm the deputy, and with bill wonderin' off and all" he explained "it's all I've worked for my whole life"

"Alright, when you're sheriff then? Will you slow down then?" I asked

"Y/n I'll be sherrifs of labelle I can't slow down or back off like bill does I couldn't leave my deputy to that, let alone if I'd even have one with the boys around here" he explained as he was all done so he climbed out the bath got dry and sat on the bed in his cosy PJs

"Then when whitey? Not now, now then so... When?"

"I don't know y/n," he says I sighed finishing up with his clothes and leaving them by the fire giving him a little dinner and sitting beside him

"Whitey... I just worry about you, you're working yourself way to hard." I told him as he finished up his food as he was very hungry so I took the bowel back to the sink "if you don't slow down... You might not find time for other things"

"Other things?" He asked

"Whitey you've been labelle's deputy as long as I remember." I laughed leaning on the sink "if you don't slow down you'll end up like bill whitey. Distant, distracted, tried, working day after day until they dig you a grave" I explain "that's not what you want, is it?"

"Of course not y/n" he says getting up to hold my hands

"But if you keep working so hard, and being so tried all the time then, you won't have time for the... Other things. You know" I smiled "kisses, and cuddles, and long walks by the river" I encouraged between kisses "or even little ones of our own?"

"Of course I want all that darlin', I wouldn't have married ya if I didn't. Just... A little more. Then I'll slow down a little I promise, and we can get workin' on our little family" he smiled kissing my lips softly and sweetly

"When?"

"Until bill retires. I'll slow down until then I promise" he says kissing my head "now I was promised a cuddle"

"Alright" I smiled getting changed into my nightie as he got tucked up in bed so I turned out the light and climbed in beside him into our little bed "we should probably invest in a bigger bed"

"Why?" He asks

"I don't know how well we'll do making babies in this crappy thing" I laughed

"True, maybe we should... Move house? Somewhere bigger. With sperate rooms so that whitey jr won't hear us makin' his little sister" he suggested

"Maybe" I smiled

"Y/n..."

"Yes Whitey?"

"Could ya... Do that thing ya do for me sometimes, when I'm tired?" He asks "since I had a bad day and all?"

"Alright" I giggled moving my hand towards his

"Ohh no, not that darlin'" he laughs grabbing my wrist

"Oh sorry" I blushed

"It's okay, I meant the other thing"

"Of course whitey" I smiled kissing his lips gently he smiled as I did when we pulled away he turned to face the wall and I went close to him nuzzling in his skin wrapping my arms around his chest kissing his shoulder, I wrapped my legs up with his own gently spooning him, I could see his smile and his cosy he was. Whitey always liked to be a little spoon when he's sleepy or it's been a rough day or so.

"Goodnight darlin'" he yawned

"Goodnight whitey" I smiled pulling him closer "love ya" I Whispered in his ear

"Love ya too" he smiled

[mrlove-loveme]

MLQC: After Hours

NSFW/18+

Themes: doemstic living and steamy sex

Pairing: Victor x MC

Writer's notes: I think I went into too much detail for the sex scene idk i've never written smut before (also i did some of the drawings before i actually wrote it so the first one is a bit inaccurate ;-;) click on pics for better quality

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It's been such a long day at work. We had our talent booked for next week cancel us so I had to run around searching for someone to fill in the spot. Thankfully, Victor was able to give me some advice and the following week's talent agreed to move to next week instead, so that gives me a little more time to find someone. I'm just glad I'm home.

I search in my purse for my keys. They always somehow end up at the bottom. I finally find them and unlock my apartment. I flip on the light and take off my heels. "I'm home," I say to the empty apartment. I frown to myself. He promised he'd come today. I check my phone but no messages. "I guess not," I exhale.

Feeling very disappointed, I throw myself onto the couch. I'm so tired, I slowly start to drift to sleep.

-click clack click clank-

I walk up to a delicious smell and sounds coming from the kitchen. As I sit up, I realize that I'm covered with a blanket. I set it aside and head toward the noise.

As I walk into the kitchen, a tall silhouette is facing away from, gracefully cooking. I go up behind him and wrap my arms around him. I could feel him tense up in surprise, "Hey, that's dangerous!" he says in a worried tone.

"I thought you weren't coming" I say into his back. He then turns off the stove, turns to face me. 

Victor then warps his strong, warm arms around me, "I'm sorry I'm late, I was stuck in the office."

I let go of him and cross my arms, "You could have messaged me!", I pout. I know it's childish of me to act like this, but I was really looking forward to seeing him, especially after the day I've had.

"I know," he sighs. He leans down and kisses my forehead. I can feel my cheeks become flush, and somehow I feel a little better.  "But that doesn't mean you should be sleeping on the couch without a blanket! You're gonna catch a cold, idiot!" Victor scolds me.

"Don't worry 'Idiots don't catch colds'," I say playfully. I can see his face turn into a scold.

Victor pulls me closer by the waist, "You do know that, I don't really mean it when I call you an idiot," he said suddenly very serious. He's looking at me in the eyes very intensely, I'm taken by surprise.

I'm overwhelmed by his sudden intensity that I look away, "I know," I reply sheeply.

"Good! That means you should get a blanket or sleep on the bed next time!" He says as he lets go of me and turning back to the stove to finish up dinner. I'm dumbfounded, it kind of makes me really happy how worried he is that I'll get sick. I can't help but smile to myself. "I bet you have even eaten," he says suddenly.

"No," I respond shyly. 

He sighs, "As expected, well dinner is almost done. Can you set up the table?" I'm still smiling, I feel like I'm getting more and more used to his tsudere ways.

"Hey Victor!" I say standing next to him.

"What?" he responds coldly, and I jump up at him and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you my CEO/ chef boyfriend for taking care of me,'' I say with a big smile before turning away to set the table.

"You and that random fixation of your's," he says smiling. Victor then quickly grabs my wrist before I could get away and kisses me on the lips. His lips are soft, and the kiss was rough yet gentle. I start to move my lips to his rhythm and I could feel the blood rush into my ears. He pulls away saying, "That's how you thank someone," with a smirk.

I am left in shock, completely red in the face, and my brain stopped working. Honestly, I still can't believe we are dating.

We have dinner together, and while is Victor showering I'm wash the dishes. By the time, I'm done Victor is asleep on the bed. "I'm sure you had a long day too," I whisper as I stroke his hair. I then head off to shower as well. After drying my hair, I crawl into bed next to Victor.

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Victor then suddenly turns over and spoons me, his body feels warm and firm with muscles pressed against me, my heartbeat quickens. His hands then sneak under my clothes start to trace the curves of my body. "I thought you were asleep," I turn my head to tell him. 

He starts to kiss the back of my neck and my shoulder, and the kisses turn to suckling. It's a little painful but it also feels good. I can't help but let out a moan; I can feel my nipples begin to perk from excitement. 

Victor's hands then wander to my breast, "Did you miss me that much that you're already like this," he teases, whispering into my ears, turning me on even more.

I turn my body towards him, now facing him, he takes my lips to his. Victor pulls me closer to him until there is no space between our bodies. His kiss is feels almost desperate, I pull back to catch my breath. He's now hovering over me; me on my back, pinning me on my bed. Victor continues kissing me down the nape of my neck, pausing to start suck at my skin. "No!" I say barely audible, but Victor heard and immediately stopped.

"I'm sorry… you don't want?" he asked worried, realizing he got carried away.

"That's not it!" I said, covering my eyes, realizing I made him misunderstand. I remove my hands from my eyes, and I see Victor patiently waiting for me to finish answering."No hickeys" I say shyly "...at least not there, I have work tomorrow," I respond with a blushing face.

He dropped his head onto my shoulder in defeat and sighed "That's all?"

"...Yea" I responded, worried about what was going on in his mind.

Victor then looks up at me, "So is it okay if I continue?" He asked with yearning eyes, and slightly blushing face.

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, "Of course," I say as I pull him down for a kiss. The kiss is tender and gentle, in contrast to the desperate kiss from earlier. Our lips intertwine, becoming more passionate. His tongue teases, in search for mine, its soft and almost sweet. 

Victor hands begin to wander again, under my shirt and up to my breasts. He then pulls away from me, and begins to lift my shirt, "This in the way," he says removing my shirt and then pulling off his. 

He tosses them aside, and he kisses me again only briefly this time. He works his way down, kissing my neck until his mouth meets my breast.  

Victor sucks at my nipple, using his tongue to tease them. He knows its my weak spot, and my excitement only continues to grow. He uses his hand to grope my other breast, playing with my nipple between his fingers. Moans begin to escape my lips, and I can feel him smile on my breast when I do.

"...mmmm.. v..vic..victor" I mutter out, biting at my hand. I see him look up without stopping, as if asking me 'what'. "..I...I want more," I say almost begging. My whole body feels hot, yearn, even desperate. I can feel that I am dripping wet.

"Yea?" He asks chuckling, the begins a trail of kisses  down my midriff, getting closer to my hips.

"..Yea.." I say in a trembling moan, getting even more excited with anticipation.

"What do you want me to do?" He says teasingingly, keeping his eyes on me as he removing my panties with his teeth.

Ugh he really loves to tease me, but I'm so turned on, that it helps me overcome my embarrassment, "I want you to fuck me!" I say wrapping my legs around his waist so that his hard cock is pressing against my crotch. 

Victor is taken a bit back by my assertiveness but only for a second, as lust takes over. He then plants a kiss on me, almost as eager as his initial kiss. His hands wandering down to my crotch, feeling my wetness and spreading it up and down, lubing me up. Victor then whispered in my ear, "That's a good girl," making me even wetter. 

Victor then retreats, moving down and setting himself up between my legs. He then kiss my labia and teases along my slit with his tongue, "viiictoooor," I moan as if demanding for more. 

He chuckles but fulfills my wish, and he begins to tease my clit with his tongue, and my voice let out more moans. His tongue feels so good, rubbing, circling, and sucking at it. I can feel the blood rush all the down to my feet, they feel as if they're burning in ecstasy. I try to hush my voice by biting into my hand again and Victor noticed.

He then uses one of his hands to start rubbing at my entrance, "I want to hear your moans," he suddenly declares as he enters 2 fingers and begins thrusting them. At that point, being eaten out and finger-fucker, I didn't care if my neighbors hear, I gave Victor the satisfaction of my moans. 

My whole body felt hot and tingling, but I wanted too pleases Victor too. I gathered my courage and moaned, "I wanna suck you off."

He stopped, looked at me in utter shock, "What's with the sudden boldness," he asked. I felt embarrassed, my face was beet-red, but I wanted it and I wanted to please him.

"I want to make you feel good too," I uttered as I sat up. I moved closer to him. I tried to mimic him from earlier. I kissed him and then down his neck. My hands beginning to unzip his pants, stroking his cock over his boxers. 

I position him sitting against the headboard, and strip him of his remaining clothing. I position myself between his legs, just as he had, and I take his cock into my mouth.

I begin bobbing my head as one hand helps my stroke the shaft. I look up and see Victor's face twisted up in pleasure. Ah, this is exactly what I wanted to see. I want to see that always stoic face of his riled up. 

I hear him grunt, trying to hold back. But I want to mess him up even more, I put my focus on the tip and my hand continues stroking his shaft and playing with his balls. Some precum enters my mouth, and I swallow.

Victor is panting hard now, that's exactly how I want him. I stop blowing him, and I go to get closer. I position myself over him and adjust him to enter me. As I'm trying to straddle Victor, I see his flush face, and he's holding my waist as I try to ease him inside me. 

Victor is so big, I feel overwhelmed but he's finally all the way in. I'm panting, my head resting against his chest, and his cock throbbing inside of me. "Are you okay?" Victor whispers into my ear, still holding onto my waist.

"..yea..its just...you're so big," I moan looking up at him, know damn well what saying something like that does to him. And I immediately feel him get bigger.

"You…" he grunts out, and I smirk. He then grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. I then begin to move myself up and down his cock. I place my hands on his bare chest to steady myself, to be able to ride better. His hands are still guiding me as if when I get tired he'll take over and help me.

"You're doing a great job love," he praises me, then suddenly I'm on my back, "but let me take it from here," he says as he begins thrusting into me. 

"Ahhhh~" I let out a loud moan, and Victor continue thrusting, panting, with a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. The headboard is beginning to bang against the wall, and even the springs in my bed have become audible, adding to the stimulation.

"Mmmm~if feels so good~" I moan and I see Victor smile. He slows down, and takes his right hand and begins to stimulate my clitorus. I feel heat spread over my body. "Ahhhh-" I let out only for it to be covered up by Victors lips. 

"I love you," he whispers in my ear,  nearly making me cum with just those words. 

Victor then thrusts hard into me, and slowly pulls out only to quick thrust in again. He does this over and over, it becomes overwhelming.

"..m..mm..mmore" I beg. I see Victor smirking.

"Hm?" He asks as he slowly pulls out and thrusts quickly in again.

"..i..i wanna..ahhhh~" my moan didn't let me finish as he had began stimulating my clit again to keep my from finishing my sentence, that jerk.

"You want what?" He says licking the fingers that were just stimulating me. Ugh he is such a tease.

" I WANNA CUM!!" I beg and he smiles pleased with himself.

"With pleasure" he responses as he quickens his pace, thrusting deeper and faster than before. It was so overwhelming my mind began to go blank. I began to feel so overstimulated, a part of me wanted to push him away because I've become so sensitive, I felt I couldn't go on anymore. But the other part of me wanted him to go even faster and even harder.

Victor notices me squirming underneath him from all the stimulation, he grabs my wrists and pin them together above my head, making me still. He leans down and kisses me while still holding onto my wrists, still vigorously thrusting into me. Droplets of sweat from his fringe, fall onto my face. 

Victor looks like he was about to cum too. "Vi..Victor?" I say panting, and he looks up at me questioningly. "Are gonna cumming too? Let cum together," I say as erotically as I can between pants, "Cum for me" I moan. I see him smirk. 

And that look, that look set me off. That cocky smirk, his flushed cheeks, the strain look of lust and pleasure on his face, and love… love in his eyes. The blood rushed throughout my body, sending tingling sensations everywhere, it was overwhelming. Overwhelmingly good, "IM..IM CUMMING!!!" I basically scream out. 

~☆~The next morning~☆~

"MC?...wake up love...MC!" I hear a gentle voice call out to me and a warm hand stoking my hair. As I open my eyes, of course its Victor. He's dressed in casual clothes sitting on the edge of the bed, next to me.

"Mmm..I'm up," I said half awake as I try to sit up.

Victor let out a small chuckle, "Good morning sleepy head. Come on, go get ready so we can have breakfast together before you go to work," he says caressing my face.

I let out a yawn as I stretch, "hmm okay". 

"Good girl," he says as he kisses my forehead and get up from the bed, "Imma go finish making breakfast".

"Okay," I respond and he head out the door. I sit there for a moment, thinking how nice this is: It was a beautiful morning, the sun coming in through the window felt warm on my skin, being gently woken up by the love of my life, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air, and sharing breakfast together before going to work. It may be simple but it gives me so much happiness; I hope everyday can filled this sort of happiness.~♡

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[ukthxbye]

The Art of Replacing

on ao3

The metal thin, delicate, and rose-tinted gripping a diamond yellow as pine and specifically cut rested near weightless in his palm. His eyes near shut as he lifted his hand to their level, tracing the engraved lines in his mind. Every letter attached to voice and breath in memory. He spied his reflection in the stone mirroring it from the plate cumbersome in his pocket.

His hand closed around the ring as the first tooth in her key moved the chambers in the lock, tucking it away in his pocket before the door opened with a click and swooshed closed.

The rifling of mail set out for her, an envelope torn open filled the air sharp. He closed his eyes imagining her doing that same thing a year ago. But no, she'd already wandered in and around her home for a bit. A day off. But she didn’t enjoy the day he remembered. Menial errands and seeing Tom at Tesco made it feel wasted she’d told him. He’d insisted to know why it was a bad day and she relented to the questioning even if the answers were vague to her as well.  And that yes even seeing an ex you don’t love still sucked, apparently. Expectations of what life was supposed to be and what it was not he told her in his best attempt of relating. And she nodded then because he was right in most ways, even if he didn’t have the sentiment down yet.

Her footsteps entered the sitting room, a sigh escaping as she shuffled through mail in her hands. His eyes closed, but he sensed her stop in front of him to access his state. A hello darling' crawled inside his forethought but his mouth remained closed and she moved on to the kitchen. The kettle on with care and he surmised she thought him in his mind palace. She picked up the kettle before it beeped, and poured gradually, the noise faint. He told her when he moved in that she needn't be so quiet, he could tune out most extraneous noise but she remained steadfast in her deference. If she only comprehended its paralysing effect.

The tinkling of the spoon against the bone china soaked into his ears, matching actions to images boiled in his mind. Silent in black and white now in full colour overwhelming. A different cup altogether, vintage,  pink and wrapped in flowers and gold. A Christmas present from his mother. She told him it was exorbitant though she could only manage a shocked 'thank you' as her mother-in-law kissed her head with a grin. It was one of too many gifts but his parents so delighted to have a future daughter-in-law at the time to spoil he allowed it.  They received the rest of the set after the wedding. But unlike some who would hide such a fragile piece away in a cupboard or behind plate glass to admire as it collected dust, she made it her evening tea cup. "It's rude to not use it really" she smirked at him when he raised an eyebrow.  His lips curled up at the corners at the new memory crowding out the old one and the soothing sound her lips sipping her tea slow to avoid a burnt tongue.

The images from that day trickle in like a faucet set to drip, and he opened his eyes to a slant to avoid their full influence. Today 365 days ago. The video feed cold and her voice so warm he heard every breath, counted like a beat with the clock. Her jumper still gaudy now, but not striped. One day folding laundry a distracting chore turned into a trigger to his failures mapped like tree rings in the coloured lines. He buried that jumper deep in the wardrobe. She never asked where it went.

Her hair down around her shoulders today, chestnut silk spun around his fingers many nights, framing her face. Her soft eyes prominent with heavier eyeliner she tried on a whim while scrolling around YouTube this morning drinking her tea. Like she is now. He pondered if she drank her tea after that call, or if it was too much to swallow.

He shifted as a tiny sigh escaped from her before the soft clink of the cup on the saucer compelled a blink in his stare.

"It's weird when you stare when you’re in there."

Sherlock's lips fell to a frown as she scraped her bottom lip under her teeth nervous like and he opened his mouth but her words won the race.

"Is it all right if I talk?"

"Hmm?"

"I just... if you were off in your mind didn't want to disturb... but..."

"Molly, I've said it many times. You can always speak, it's your house and I'm your husband. Don't be silly." he laughed, but it stayed heavy in his throat

HIs gaze followed her padding around the counter and her direction aimed him. He braced as she picked up speed, slid her knee into the sofa cushion and crashed her head against his chest, arms wrapped tight. His arms surrounded her, cradling her close enough to feel her heart pressing against her ribs. They stayed this way for several breaths and he buried his face in soaking up the scent of St. Barts and her shampoo in one deep huff.

"It was a bad day,"  he whispered as he lifted his face away, pushing a stray strand from her face as she turned her head to speak, licking lips that went dry.

"Yeah it was," she sighed with an upturned lip.

The quiet spaces they allowed between words and thoughts a developed skill.

"Was it just today... or—"

"I don't know if you…" she stammered and stopped, leaning back sliding a hand to his chest, her eyes set at his sternum where her fingertips pressed.

His hand cupped her jaw, his thumb guiding her chin up and his eyes sought hers. He read the uncertainty. Every emotion in her eyes detailed, named and catalogued in his mind like ash. His chest ached and his brow telegraphed the pang.  

Her mouth opened to speak, but he started first.

"We talked about it many times at this point."

She shrugged one shoulder up, and he stared at her lip crooked as she spoke. "Yes but today... well it was today. And today, actual today was rough but also--"

He murmured "I know."

Her shoulders dropped. "I'm sorry."

"What? No, Molly. Nothing for you to be sorry for. Ever," he smiled, soft, and it grew when she joined him.

She shifted, but he held her tight and she frowned, and he watched her seeking to read his thoughts as her fingers absently stroked his shirt at the buttons.

He ran his thumb in circles at her temple and down her cheek. "I need to tell you something about today."

She squinted as he spied her thoughts travel across every line in her face. In a whispered breath she said, "But you told me every..."

He shook his head slow pursing his lips, and her eyes shut tight. He sensed in fear, but her face softened quick as it tensed her gaze opening to meet his.

"Small detail I left out," he sighed.

She swallowed hard as he continued.

"When we entered the room, there was a coffin. Simple pine and new. Of course my initial fear was someone was in it but my sister let me know the parameters of the game soon enough. I looked at the plaque... and it said the phrase."

She cocked her head,  "What phra--"

"I love you."

Her jaw fell slack before she spoke. "That where Mycroft and John made their assumptions from."

"And one correct deduction," he nodded.

"I was supposed to be in it." She said it so matter of factual that he blinked as his mind processed her reasoning. One he deduced and feared if he lifted the lid she'd be in some state he didn't want to face at the time.

He blinked again his mouth drying with the memory flooding in,  and he managed to stammer out, "I don't… know... I don't want to know."

Molly's hands, chilled fingertips but toasty palm cupped his face, "I'm so sorry, Sherlock"

He pulled his face from her grasp reluctantly. "No… it fine... Um, yes. Well. you know most of the rest after." He waved his hand and shrugged.

"Worst love confession ever."

He frowned to her smirk.

"Matter of opinion but yes," he sniffed.

A breath of silence

" That isn't all is it?" she murmured.

He took a deep breath, "No… so... I told you what my sister said."

"Yes... she was right as much as it was torture to say so to you."

He sought her eyes and whispered, "I tore the coffin to pieces after she said it."

Her turn to frown.

"What?'

He blew out hard, "Smashed it to splinters with my fists."

She gasped not in shock but in realisation he noted. "Oh God... Sherlock... that explains your knuckles.

He half smiled at her ability to add everything up so quickly.

"I just... I wondered about the injury when you took the bandages off a few days later." A slight smile as she found and lifted his hand up with hers, studying for small lined scars and her finger traced the only one he knew existed. She pulled his hand to her lips, kissing the scar.

He reached in his pocket, reliving his hip of the pressure of the plaque and ignored the water at the edge of his eyes as he placed it in her hand.

She heaved a breath eyes staring down, her face reflected now as he watched her trace the lettering with her eyes.  

With his other hand he retrieved the ring from his pocket, clenching it in a fist.

He swallowed a growing lump and spoke what words came to him unhindered. "Molly, every remembrance of that day distressing but I'm striving desperately to replace them on my own accord. Memories were erased before and substituted without my own agency. But I want to forget that fear, though I feel myself fail every moment.'

"We all do and you've done amazing considering," she whispered as she laid her hand over the plaque and his.

He opened his other palm showing her the ring. "Take it. A different promise than what the bands on our fingers say."

She stared for a moment, her eyes tracing the coffin shaped diamond as he measured her reaction.

"What more could you promise Sherlock..." she croaked, her eyes shining now.

"Something better than today."

Their eyes met, both wet and a bit tired he thought. But always hopeful now. Words no longer a barrier nor a detriment.

With a smile and sigh he said it again, low and earnest. "I love you" Her whisper shuttered in reply. "I love you."

With it all said, the final piece placed he took her lips with his and relished the change. Soft and aching gliding into something well practised and resolute.

She pulled back and stared at the ring, now sitting on her right hand where he slipped it as they kissed. She smirked and chuckled. "It's beautiful... and morbid even for us."

He joined her chuckle, eyebrows raised, "And?"

She lifted her eyes and grinned wide, "Makes it perfect." She shifted out of his arms to settle next to him.

"Death do us part?"

"The most morbid part of vows in truth."

She shrugged, snuggling her head more in his chest as his arm settled behind her shoulders. His fingers reached to her wedding band and fidgeted with it.

"So you want to talk about today? The actual day?" he asked as he leaned to kiss the top of her head.

"No, I think a cuddle, bad tv and delivery. Not in the mood to cook."

He squinted," Are you ever?"

Her hand popped him in the chest. "Oi! Pot meet kettle.  I made you chicken parm last week did I not?" She wiggled out of the snuggle and stood hands on hips.

He groaned, "That's practically baking the way--"

"You never complain." She cocked her eyebrow and dared him to continue with a look. "You order then, I'm gonna get into something more comfy."

"Oh?" he teased with a shifted look of interest.

She rolled her eyes at his look but he noticed the gulp, nonetheless.

"Really. Actually comfortable."

He nodded "Good. That jumper is hurting my eyes."

She tutted, tongue clicking slow, and he felt his mouth go dry as she leaned over, obvious in her attempt as she aimed his view to be down the neckline gaped open.

"You like the jumpers... admit it," she said low. Her eyes darkened, and he knew his matched as she slid her hands up his chest and on his shoulders.  

He let his eyes travel lazily down and back to her face before thinking of a response as he leaned in to whisper with a cocked eyebrow, "I like them best off you."

His shoulders grew cold as her hands lifted off. He missed the warmth and his hands shot to rest on the sides of her thighs. She held his gaze and reached down pulling off the jumper over her head. She kept on the shirt underneath but his eyes found exposed skin as she lifted her arms. He noted to kiss that exact place later. She stepped backward out of his grasp and turned on her heels headed to their bedroom. He growled, "Tease."

The jumper landed covering his face, grateful it was lightweight, and she was gone when he pulled it off.

And with that he ordered the food on his phone in the silence. He looked to the kitchen, and the images faded, more indistinct. New memories in technicolour blending over the old at his will. One day he hoped to remember this day. A better day than most.

kudos on ao3

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

🏰⚔️🐲👑🐲⚔️🏰 DMODT 61 - start. Don't act like you're not enjoying Levi trying his hardest...

Eren didn't want to leave his nest, or the safety of Levi's chambers. He and Levi had been going at like rabbits since his nest had been built. The comfort it brought was amazing, he felt safe and secure from the whole wide world, and laying around naked seemed to drive Levi absolutely crazy. His alpha couldn't get enough of him... their nest a mess of fluids that neither of them could be bothered cleaning, because that meant someone else touching their bedding. Levi had learned the hard way not to touch his nest, the alpha had gone to move one of his pillows to make it less of a trip hazard. Eren had literally bitten his ankle for it. After that, his mate never touched anything without asking first. Today was finally the day of Erwin's funeral. Levi had fallen asleep still firmly knotted inside of him, then they'd simply picked up where they'd fallen asleep... which hadn't been all that long ago. Brought to orgasm again, Levi slid from behind him, pulling him down to lay on his side, then finishing so they were spooned together. The purrs rumbling up from Eren's throat as Levi went straight to kissing his nape and rubbing his stomach... that currently felt like it was filled with butterflies. Today he had to stand in front of everyone and admit the truth. He'd be destroying Erwin's image, which was fucking him up more than he wanted to admit. Levi knew. Levi had promised to stand right beside him, and not to leave him alone at all. All night he'd clung to Levi between trips to the bathroom. He couldn't keep dinner down, his nerves and the fake contractions that had plagued him for days left him a mess. Maybe it would have been better if Armin had come to visit him, but Historia had been their only visitor. Mikasa respecting Levi's wish that no alphas enter his chambers, so had sent her to check in with him before she flew out. Marley's troops had made a retreat from the island, yet no less than 40 battleships sat just off the coast to the south. Given her time limit had passed, Historia was flying over where Freya and Steege would be joining her to escort Dina back to Draecia. Dragging him from their nest, Levi swept him up into his arms. Each time the alpha did, it terrified him that he'd drop him. It was like Eren was exactly small, and being so close to his due date, he was scared something would happen. That Levi would slip or drop him, and their baby would die. Yet he couldn't trust himself to walk either. He needed every ounce of strength he could gather for today. Carried into the bathroom, Levi sat him in the shower. The alpha had taken a chair from dining set so he didn't have to remain on his feet in such a slippery space. A near accident with cum across the stones had Levi fretting rather adorably. There was nothing sexier than an alpha that adored his children. Luca didn't miss the move from the nest to the shower. Eren's nest was set up on the floor to prevent falling out the bed by accident, leaving Luca to claim the bed for himself. How their son slept through Levi thoroughly drilling him, Eren had no idea. He'd felt guilty about it, biting his lip to muffle his moaning, rearranging the fourposter beds curtains, gave them a slight bit of privacy... but that didn't always work. More than once Luca had shut himself away in their bathroom. Levi sitting down and have "the talk" with Luca who looked both confused and revolted. Like he couldn't believe that people put "that" in "there". The pair of them looked perfect together... too perfect sometimes as it flared jealousy within Eren. He wanted to be cuddled between his son and mate, he wanted their attention all for himself... He really was a horrible person. He couldn't monopolise or interfere with Levi and Luca's relationship. Luca was finally seeing just how amazing his father is... but no one ever said jealousy was a rational emotion. Settling Eren down in the shower, Levi ran the taps of the bath for Luca. Their son really loved bubble baths, and trying to catch the bubbles that floated up, while Levi leaving him for a few moments gave him time to "secretly" pee in the shower. He'd tried to hold it before than learned his lesson the hard way when he found he couldn't and he couldn't escape the shower. The omega was humiliated when peed on Levi's chest after the alpha sucked his brains out through his dick. Naturally Levi had raised an eyebrow, while Eren had internally died of shame. He'd cried for an hour straight over it all. Levi playing the perfect alpha and assuring him he found it hot. Whatever it was, they didn't have time for any of that this morning. They needed to reach the cathedral before Erwin's body did to ensure all the preparations were made. Eren was sure no matter what happened, it'd be a hard day for all of them. * Washing Eren's hair, Levi smiled to himself. Eren was leaning back into the touch, as soap suds ran down his breasts and stomach. It wouldn't be long now. His mate grew sweeter and softer by the day. That and he'd basically become just a dick on legs for his lover. Not that he minded. Eren had been so wet lately, that he could literally eat him for hours without his slick running dry. Today would finally be the last hurdle before Eren gave birth, and as such, absolutely nothing could go wrong. Leaning in, Levi stole a quick kiss, Eren smiling instantly against his lips "What was that for?" "Because you're so fucking beautiful" "You're horny, aren't you?" "No. I'm stupidly in love with you. You look ready to go into labour right here" "Don't give them ideas. I'm tired of fake contractions, they're damn uncomfortable" "Are you sure they're fake?" "Yes, I'm sure. They're irregular. Though, they do say that nipple play with help induce labour" Levi kissed Eren's soft lips again, his face flushing slightly over his own perverted nature. More than once he'd sucked from Eren, letting his lover's milk spill down his face. It drove Eren absolutely crazy, especially when he fingered him as he did. It was like Eren's body didn't know what to do, leaving his love a perfect purring mess "I really hope not. I want to meet them, but not mid-funeral" "I promise you I'll cross my legs and hold them in" "You're so stubborn that I wouldn't put it past you" "I aim to please" "You do. You're very pleasing" "I'm glad you think so. I'm so nervous about today. I feel like I'm either going throw up then pass out, or wet myself and then not be granted the escape of passing out" "You'll be fine. I'm going to be right beside you" "Promise me that if I wet myself, you'll give me a quick and merciful death" Levi frowned, pulling back enough to look his love in the eyes "You're not going to die. I won't let you die. I can't live without you" "Bad joke?" "Yeah. I guess I'm more nervous than I thought" "Don't say that. I feel shit as it is" Rubbing Eren's cheeks with his thumbs, Eren's scales looked beautiful with the drops of water clinging to them, the black magnified in each and ever drop. Moving up, he pressed a soft kiss to Eren's forehead, leaving his lips against his skin "You do feel warm" "No. Uh-uh. Don't tell me that" "Stay close to me. If you start feeling ill, we'll leave early" "We can't leave early. It's Erwin's service" "He wouldn't want anything happening to you or the baby" "I feel sick, but it's pregnant gross. My stomach feels revolting" "It doesn't look revolting" "You're such an arse" "That's "you're such an arse, master", don't think I don't know you've got a whole kink going on. Calling me "master" and "sir", what am I going to do with you?" "Rinse my hair for me? I'm getting uncomfortable" "Of course" Kissing Eren's forehead again, Levi really didn't like the warmth he found there. It may indeed be stress, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be monitoring it carefully.

[kotoriqueen]

OR: Klunk ~ hang out together one day and don't realize until later it was a date the whole time. either orchestrated by one of them or totally by accident. they overcompensate by trying to make the rest of the date over-the-top-romantic. ❤

They were given a free day on the castleship while Allura and Coran run some tests on the castle and do some updates on certain things. The training deck wouldn’t be free for this time, because the training gladiator would need some updates after somebody electrocuted it last training session. (”At least I hit it!” Pidge defends themselves. “I’ll help fix it though!”)

With the training deck not being free, there’s nothing for Keith to do. So all he has to do is polish is Marmora knife, sitting on the couch in the common area, jacket over the back of the couch as he does so. The door swishes open, and Keith looks over to see Lance and Hunk walk in. This isn’t a surprise normally, but the two of them have swimsuits on and towels over their shoulders. 

“What’s up with the swimsuits?” 

“We figured out how to use the pool,” Lance says with a grin. “Or, well, Hunk did. Had to switch a few things, and we got permission from Allura to mess with the controls in there before we did it but.. we can swim now!”

“And we were coming to get you,” Hunk adds in. “This isn’t an invite you can decline either.”

“Then you two were going to drag me there if I said no?” Keith questions, and the two nod. “Alright. Fine. Let me change.”

Lance and Hunk cheer, following Keith to his room and waiting outside in the hallway for him to change. The three of them go down to the pool together, with Hunk sitting on the sidelines and keeping his feet in the water while Lance and Keith challenge each other to swimming laps. They eventually get tired of it and swim over to the side, elbows resting on the deck as they look up at their boyfriend.

“Come on, Hunk. Get in the water,” Lance says, grabbing onto his arm and tugging at it. “You can splash Keith! When his mullet is wet, he looks like a drowned rat.”

“I do not.” Keith says, brushing back his wet bangs. Hunk and Lance freeze, cheeks growing red. “..What?”

“Lance, I will definitely splash Keith if he continues doing that. But you have to save me if I die from how attractive our boyfriend is.”

“Deal.”

“Wha--” Hunk leans over, hand in water, and splashes Keith before getting into the pool. Keith shakes his head and brushes the hair out of his face again. “Hey! I didn’t agree to this!” 

“No one agrees to a splash fight! It just happens!”

---

After pool time, they dry off and change, going for the kitchen. Lunchtime was near, and Lance and Keith offer to help Hunk out. He’s a little skeptic at first, but he allows it, thinking what was the worst that could happen? 

Everything goes well at first. Until Keith spills something and it hits Lance in the chest. He didn’t mean it, really. And he goes to apologize but then Lance throws food goo at Keith’s face.

“Oh no. No food fight in my kitchen,” Hunk says, stopping them right there. He grabs a towel, already starting to wipe off Keith’s face. “Let us cook in peace, please. Especially if you two want to be taste testers for something I’m trying to make. Unless you want to get kicked out of my kitchen.” 

“..We’ll be good.” Lance and Keith say together and go back to helping Hunk. 

Half a varga later, Hunk makes something that resembles pudding. He takes it out of the fridge and sets it on the counter, gesturing his two boyfriends over, two spoons in hand already having the pudding on the spoons for them.

“You’re not allowed to ask what it is before you taste,” Hunk says. “Now open your mouths.”

They do so willingly, and Hunk feeds them at the same time. They take the spoon from him though, trying to figure out what he made exactly. They’re both quiet for a long time, smacking and licking their lips, trying to guess.

“It tastes like both a mix of vanilla and chocolate?” Lance questions. “But..”

“It tastes like pudding.” Keith says and Hunk nods, showing the two the choco-nilla swirl in the Altean bowl. “How--”

“Kaltenecker makes milk. So he is actually a she,” Hunk starts explaining. “And the last planet we were on had a marketplace, and I gathered up a lot of things. Some things looked different in shape and colour and it was a lot of trial an error before I actually got something that tasted like chocolate and vanilla.”

“Hunk, you’re a genius.” Lance tries to lean over to get another spoonful but Hunk whacks his hand. “Ow!”

“No. You’ll ruin your appetite. This is dessert - not what we’re all having for lunch.” 

“Just another spoonful--” 

“No. And puppy eyes do not work on me, Lance.”

“Quiznak.”

---

It’s after lunch that the training deck is back up, and Keith rushes to go train, but Lance and Hunk follow. 

“..Why?” Keith questions as he takes out his Marmora blade, the blade extending as he does. “Me training isn’t going to be interesting.”

“Yeah, well, we want to spend time with you? We have nothing better to do because Coran and Allura are running tests on the lions too,” Lance says with a shrug. “Besides, wouldn’t mind seeing that Marmora blade in action.”

Keith shrugs, and the two sit on the sidelines as Keith fights against the gladiator. Meanwhile, Lance and Hunk are being sports announcers.

“And we have Keith Kogane, using his Marmora blade on the Gladiator!” Hunk calls out. “It started off as a small dagger, but Kogane has awakened it and now it’s a sword!”

“It looks like a very strong and sharp sword, too,” Lance adds in. “It could slice and dice that gladiator in seconds.”

“Let’s hope Kogane doesn’t do that, or Coran will have to fix it again.”

Keith feels like he’s going to end up laughing from the two, and they make him lose concentration, so the gladiator charges at him with a pole. One second, Keith dodges. The other, the gladiator hits him dead on in the stomach. Lance and Hunk wince.

“Oh, that’s not pretty!” Lance calls out. “I’m surprised the gladiator didn’t make Kogane into a Paladin-kabob!” 

“Kogane is crazy strong anyway - did you see those abs? They can take anything.” Hunk says and watches as Keith charges, ducks, and then slices the gladiator in the chest. “Oh, look at that agility! Kogane is well known for it. He could beat a cheetah with that agility!” 

“Oh my god, you two shut up.” Keith says, but his grin is wide and he’s laughing a little. “Please. I’m trying to focus.” 

Lance and Hunk look over at each other and get up for a moment, slowly starting to walk over to Keith.

“Well, gee, Kogane can fight a gladiator but can he defeat--”

“The tickle gladiators..” Hunk finishes.

“Oh god. No. No no.” Keith pleads, dropping his knife and backing away as his boyfriends come closer. “Guys--”

He trips, and falls onto the training deck floor. Lance and Hunk use this perfect opportunity to attack, peppering Keith’s face in kisses and hands tickling his sides and stomach. Keith’s laughter is crazy loud, and he’s kicking his legs as he begs for them to stop. Eventually they do when they notice how red Keith’s face has gotten. 

“You guys are the worst..” Keith tells them between pants.

“You love us.”

---

It’s later in the evening after dinner when the three of them are gathered on the couch, watching a movie on Pidge’s laptop. Partially through the movie, Lance realizes something.

“Guys. Did we just go on one big date today?” 

Keith and Hunk go quiet and think about it. They were kind of fluffy and romantic today, weren’t they? From going to the pool together, to cooking together, having a tickle fight on the training deck--

“Fuck, you’re right,” Keith says. “Now we’re on a movie date.”

“We have to make this more romantic though.” Hunk tells them. “But how..”

“Cuddle session?” Lance offers.

“..Cuddle session.”

They end up on the floor, snuggling one another as they continue watching the movie. Hunk’s one big teddy bear for Lance and Keith, and Hunk’s stroking their hair as they watch the movie together. They end up falling asleep like this.