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DADDY'S HOME

FT. GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, GETO SUGURU

content warnings: yandere themes, past mentions of abuse, noncon, baby trapping, dubcon, manipulation, stalking, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, ooc characters, crying, redemption arc?, murder, abuse, rushed writing. dead dove do not eat.

notes. my first post in april. been struggling for awhile and having writer's block plus having the new addition of two chunky puppies that looks like potatoes with legs. requests are slowly being worked on and i deeply apologize for the delay. thank you!

synopsis: long they searched for you and only to find out you have a child. their child. would they be still the same person who had hurt you or a changed man for the sake of your child?

GOJO SATORU

“where's your mom, little guy?”

there is no doubt about it. the child in front of him is his. it is like looking at the younger version of himself except for the hair, dyed black to conceal the snow-white hair identical to him. how fast can he come up with the conclusion that the child is his?

gojo was careful of the past hookups he got tangled with. there's no way he will knock some random stranger and be forced to take responsibility for a child he didn't want. there is only one person he did get pregnant, you.

his wife who escaped left him a few years ago with his unborn child growing inside your belly. funny how all those escape attempts you'd done in the past, you only succeeded once and that is when you're pregnant and then after that you disappeared like you didn't exist in his life but gojo isn't that willing to let you go. he will find you. there's no force or power in this life that can stop in him and only fate to intervene and guide him to you which leaves him in this current situation.

the sun begins to set and the clouds turned into a mix of oranges and red. the swing makes a creaking sound as it sways back and forth along with chains clanging with every move. resonating into the emptiness of the park and his son only ignores him. barely glancing at him while staring at the distance. waiting. waiting for his mother. waiting for his wife to pick him up.

gojo chuckles at the cold treatment his son have been giving him. hadn't been the most affectionate person just like when he's at that age. unforgiving and arrogant. he looked at the ground beneath him. a brief memory flashes by before looking at his son again. leaving the swing at a flash and sprinting towards someone. he follows the little boy and gojo smirks. fate do favor him.

“mama!” your little boy called to you. almost jumping in your arms and you fumbled a bit. balancing the plastic bags in your hold to pick up your son. threading his hair with your fingers and kissing his forehead like you always do.

“satoshi! sorry for making you wait. mama had errands to do. how are you?” in which your son looks at you with a huge grin in his face. making you smile in return and he whips his head to look at the swings and you followed his sight. there he is, your nightmare. the reason you have your son.

the temperature drops with every second as the wind blows stronger. you hugged your son tighter to you. your body freezing with your mind telling you to run and with a deep breath. you squeezed your son before taking a step backwards and turning around. never looking back.

he watched as his son went to you and you picking him up and you realizing that he's near you. just within arm's reach and that fear coming from you. good to know he still have a hold on you.

calm down! you tell to yourself while you carried satoshi away from that man. you know you can't hide from him forever. you will just run again. no matter how many times. you did it once — what's the difference of doing it again.

you write a mental note to yourself to pack your bags after this. you're not going back again to him, not with your child. you don't want him to go through the same things he put you through. he was already dead to your son and to you and he's merely a ghost who terrorizes you. when you got home, you made sure to lock all your doors before making dinner and tucking your son to bed and then you grab the bags.

after packing up the last necessities, you slowly trudged your way up to your son's room and your heart drops when you see him looming besides your son's sleeping figure.

“quite bold of you.” he began to speak and your lips tremble. he didn't face you and kept looking at his son. your face bereave with anger. “s—” the words die out before he interrupted you.

“going as far to dye my boy's hair. almost thought he's not mine and thinking you found yourself another man to take care of you. breaks my heart to kill him and take you.” caressing his son's hair. satoshi remained asleep despite the scene unfolding.

“satoshi doesn't need someone like you. we don't need you. stay away from him. from us.” you murmured. careful not to wake satoshi up and find his father. you don't need someone like gojo to be around satoshi.

“can't i?” said satoru. slowly standing up and making his way to you. “cause the last thing i remember, you were still mrs. gojo. pregnant with my baby.” you let out a silent yelp when he suddenly hugged you.

“let go.” you firmly warned him. squirming from his grasp but he only held you tighter. “i won't. now you're here with me. you don't know how much i have missed you.” he breathes out. his hand in the back of your head until it slowly descends on your back. squeezing the dips of your hips and you silently gasp. trying to keep the tears at bay. his nose in the pulse of your neck. breathing in your scent. “you won't deny me.” he whispers and before he could fully go down in you. he hears the bed creak, followed by someone shifting and a sniffle coming from his son. his hold got loose on you and with that, you pushed him off. joining his son in his bed to comfort him.

satoshi sniffles, his eyes fluttering and showing the blues that he inherited from his father. “mama?” he calls you and you immediately shush him. “mama's here, satoshi.” you coo. pulling the covers and tucking it beside you and satoshi latched into you. his eyes beading with tears. “it's just a nightmare, satoshi. nothing's going to hurt you.” you lied. there's only one who could hurt you both. the man who put you in hell for his own. he can do that to satoshi too and you won't let him.

although gojo had longed and wanted to take you there at the moment, he let you tend to his son. set aside the urges of longing for you who left him. a discovery he just had found hours ago. he's a father now. his back presses at the cold wall behind him and he melts at the tender moment before him. this is what you had been doing for the last five years and is it that long. five years. five years had gone by and he missed it. he wasn't there to take care for you and watch his child grow up. you stole the years and the moments where he could be with you and his son.

there's the gnawing feeling that eats him inside. the betrayal simmering in his chest the day you left him, days after he received the news that you were carrying his heir. it feels like an eternity after that.

when satoshi finally settled and you can hear the tiny snores coming from him. you slowly removed yourself from his side. it took awhile to pry his hands clutching your top before replacing it with a pillow. you kiss him in the forehead and it's finally to face him.

you're beneath him. his head hung low while he stares deeply at your eyes. both of your hands are pinned beside you. he glances at your bedside table. littered with pictures of you and satoshi. it makes his heart bleed to see him absent from all of it. he wasn't even there to see satoshi as a baby, taking his first step and see him grow to what he is now. it's all because you choose to leave him.

“you raised satoshi well.”

“i did. i'm not raising satoshi with you around.”

gojo hums, “oh, really? he didn't ask who might be his father is?” quite curious about it and he knows what you're about to answer and you didn't disappoint.

“i did. told his father was dead because you don't exist to us. to satoshi. why bother with us who don't want you?” you bravely stared back at his eyes and you thought this is going to be satoshi when he grows up to be satoru's age.

“i am bothered with it. my wife leaving me out of the blue with my child inside you. i told you, didn't i? i will always find you.”

you take a deep breath to keep the tears from spilling out of you. “five years. five years, satoru. you should have moved on. find another woman who can give what you want.”

“they can't if they are not you. why would I want myself another one when i know my wife and child are alive. how could you be so cruel to me, (y/n). you're my one and only.” gojo holds your cheek in his one hand while his eyes roam to your face and then landing in your lips.

he's been dying to kiss you for a long time and he can do it again. it feels like the first time he had kissed you. soft. gentle and sweet. it hurt him a bit to see you bite your lips with your eyes closed but he didn't care. he knows this was also the same way you reacted when you both created satoshi.

a familiar warmth creep up on him. his once cold heart melting at the contact of your lips against his. heart thrumming in slow beats. shallow breaths fans your skin and he gazes at you, with the same adoration present in the blues of his eyes.

“leave, satoru.” you protested but gojo ignores it. “no, i won't. you're stuck with me.” you cry softly when he kisses you again. hands wandering all over your body and whispering filth of how he missed your body.

“satoshi's sleeping next room.” he shushes you. “i know, that's why we have to keep quiet. you sure can manage that, mochi?” he didn't change with his nicknames and you were left weak and hopeless against his touches.

that night he ravaged you. marking the expanse of your skin. praising how you were still his wife and you never changed. the plushness of your body and just everything about you. motherhood is kind to you. he says. your body is made for him, nurturing his child and you freeze when he talks about putting one on you again. saying that he will give the next his all love with you present and you will both take care of satoshi and his sibling. you were terrified. tasting freedom once and he's back on you again to take it. escaping will be harder and you don't think it'll allow you with again.

in a blink of an eye, you were in your own prison again. you find yourself staring at the familiar garden and you think five years will change it. he kept it the same as the last when you left with promises that you will both be watching as your children played.

satoshi's hair had gone to its natural color. he's the spitting image of his father much to his delight but his child remained wary of him. even he's staring at the older image of him. he remained by your side.

“will i have a baby brother, mama?” he asks you while you were resting. “i don't know, satoshi. do you want a baby brother?” caressing your swollen belly and you fought the tears. satoshi noticing the tears pooling in your eyes, instantly expresses his concern. “no...no. mama is just a bit tired, satoshi. don't you worry about it, okay?” you assure him. “is it the baby?” you nodded at his question. he pouts at your answer. “then i don't want a baby brother.... or a sister!” he exclaims before jumping to hug you.

“satoshi, don't be mean to your baby brother or sister.” your husband pulls satoshi from you. “i hate who makes mama cry.” gojo chuckles at him. “me too, satoshi. let's protect your mama, shall we?” he embraces your son. satoshi nods, and you die a little inside.

you will spend the next years playing house with him with a new addition to this family. you still can't accept this. his words haunts you and you just can't.

gojo caresses your belly. looking at you with a smile on his face. “can't wait for this little one to arrive.” he says to you and you crack a smile at him. the thought of escape no longer lingers in your mind. not that you can think when you have a child with him and one coming.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami didn't take you leaving him to be so distressing. his life revolving around you and a baby on the way. it's going to be complete. a life with you and it took one night for you to leave him without a trace and so he goes back to working overtime.

the first days were grueling. searching for everywhere. going as far in finding information with your relatives who had given up on finding you. there's no sign of you. he spent the days and night thinking about you. worried about how you're doing without him. what about the baby? if the baby was to survive and reach the age of consciousness will his child think of him? the thoughts are endless and he don't think he can live another day without you.

the fluorescent lights are too bright for his eyes that has been drowned by the darkness of his room. his headaches becoming unbearable as the minute passes by and the stench of the hospital adding to his already dulled senses. cheeks hollowed with his sunken eyes. dragging his step to move forward. he shouldn't be here but if he wants to continue his job, a prescription would be nice from a professional.

after a scolding from the older doctor, balding with a pot belly. yapping about his health while he wrote his prescription. consisting of vitamins and stuff he didn't bother to read cause he will only give it to the pharmacist and continue his own source of living.

he was nearing the exit when a particular sign caught his sight. pediatric & maternity ward. he stops for a moment. wondering if you were here and he's accompanying you to get the first check up of your pregnancy and then an appointment for your ultrasound. hear the first heartbeat of his child and know the due date of you giving birth.

it's almost a year since you left him and he was to blame. nanami knows it was wrong to keep you for himself. telling that the outside world is dangerous for someone like you and he's facing the consequences of hurting you.

you must have given birth at this day and the baby must be four-months old. his heart grows heavy the more he thinks of you and his child. he began to walk away, the ward giving him pain and the regrets showing up. before he could step outside the doors from the ward opens and he hears a voice that he misses dearly.

when he turned around, he had to rubbed his eyes to ensure his vision wasn't playing him. there you stood, a nurse assisting you and talking on what he can assume as good wishes to you.

his breath hitches and when the nurse bid you farewell before going back to her duties. you smile back at the nurse and your attention is back in your baby. adjusting the blanket to provide warmth for the infant and when you were contented from it, you raised you head to look at your way. beginning to walk and you notice him.

you stopped when you recognize him. out of all the places to meet him, a hospital it is. worst is — you have your baby with you. hesitating to move forward or turn around and look for a another exit but it's him. it's nanami. you couldn't forget him and his ways of making you feel trapped.

what feels like an eternity and standing like a statue you continued to walk. abandoning the fear of being under him again. you could just ignore him and go home and so you did.

it hurts so much to let you go and he didn't have the strength to confront you. knowing that you'll run again and he don't want to scare you and make things worst. it pains him and yet, he was at peace. a heavy weight being lifted from his chest and he thinks he can breath properly again.

it took him awhile to get back in his daily routine when you were still around. he'd gotten better. there's no longer the dark lines under his eyes and he seems productive nowadays. he knows you won't take him back and he can't do that again to you. he won't give you a reason to loathe him again — not when his child is present in both of your lives.

he got your address effortlessly and now, he's standing in front of your door. holding a bouquet of flowers and he's adjusting his tie before knocking in your front door. he hears the shuffle of feet and the lock clicking. revealing yourself in front of him.

in a span of a year, you slowly managed to get back on your feet. body aching while you wash yourself clean and heal the wounds you inflicted in yourself while you were in his captivity. you needed to change — if you were going to bring this baby in the world. a brand new start for yourself.

when you met him that day at the hospital with his child cradled in your arms. it won't be too long for him to get you back and you feared for the safety of your child. you know nanami isn't that heartless but considering how could he be selfish at times — you knew what fate would await for your daughter.

not until he came knocking at your door. you weren't prepared for it and you did what only you can do — shut the door. it didn't happen, his arm blocking the door. “please, darling. let me explain.” he pleaded and it kinds of break your heart to hear him pleading but you're too hurt to give in. “leave us alone, kento.” you say to him but he's persistent.

he won't be leaving anytime soon, you think and maybe he'll force his way and escalate into something that can harm you or your child and you give in. you pull the door open and nanami sighs in relief when you opened the door for him.

“what do you want?” you bite your tongue when you said it. he didn't need to answer, you know what he wants.

“can we talk?” although he's a little worried about how you will react about it considering his past mistakes and he knows you're not going to open up at him anytime soon.

he didn't missed the change in your attitude. what hostility forming into you change into something of a hesitation. chewing into your lips as you decide whether you were ready to talk to him until you nodded. granting him to explain what he was about to say to you.

“come inside.” you softly mutter as you turned your back around him.

the full force of his regrets came crashing down at him from how the way you treat him. a reflection of how he badly treated you from shielding you against the world when it was him who was truly hurting you.

“so...” you started to speak at him. “what brings you here?” why are you this!? you thought to yourself. screaming internally at the the questions you were asking to him. how come you are this weak when it comes to this. you needed to be strong. prepare for the worst.

“you. i came here for you and for the baby. forgive me, darling but is the baby mine?”

you flinch when he questioned your baby's parentage and the bottled up feelings you were suppressing instantly bursting into the scene.

“is the baby yours?...” your words drawl out. “is the baby yours!? i didn't know that you could be this stupid, kento?! you kept me chained for years and knocked me up with your baby and you question me about her! how could you....?” so much for suppressing the feelings you couldn't say to him for a long time.

a wave of regret washes over him and you were right. he is stupid. you were crying because of him again. you were shaking like a leaf while tears continuously flowing out from your eyes. your sobs are muffled and tears are soaking his shirt. his chin resting in the top of your head while he held you close. he wishes he could take your pain. redeem himself from his old ways of treating you bad.

“you come here telling me you want me back and you want to be a part of her life.....” days. nights. you were thinking of him despite what he had done to you. “i told you, i didn't want her. didn't want a child for me to raise... cried myself to sleep every night after escaping you.” it was true. how you feel your baby growing inside you every seconds of your life, it terrified you. thinking how can you raise the baby.

kento's eyes softened. he didn't know it would hurt so much like he felt when you left him. you were getting the brunt of it more than he did. he thinks back from the days of how he treated you and the whole duration of your pregnancy and you giving birth alone. you must been so scared and alone.

all of that, the words of what you said sinking deeper in his skin. remorse and regret is evident in his face while he held you.

“i didn't know.” he whisper, his voice above a breath. “i didn't know you felt that way, darling.” the endearment of what he used to call you and calling you again with it again cause more tears to spring in your eyes. oh, how you love and hate him at the same time.

“i didn't know i could hurt you this bad, i—i was only thinking that if i have you back, everything will be fine. i didn't realize i was hurting you this much.”

he slowly moves away from you. reaching tentatively to hold your hands and his heart breaks to see the face he loves so much to be this hurt. “i want to make things right, darling.” there's a slight tremor in his voice. “i know i can't undo what i had done to you, but please, let me be here for you, for our child.” he holds your hands gently. “i'll do whatever to earn your forgiveness.” you were taken aback from all of it but deep down you could never trust him or forgive him. you didn't respond and you can only shake your head not until you hear crying in the nursery room where your baby sleeps.

“if you want to be better, leave us.” you began to walk away and as much nanami wants to snatch you again, you stop in your tracks. “and maybe, i'll let you back to us.”

“for now.” you added.

he kept true to his words. it's hard but it can never compare of what you had been through and he respects the boundary you were setting. he sent you flowers during the time he wasn't around and it was not enough, he needed to see you and when he did, he was granted to see his daughter, hold her in his arms.

the baby looks like you except for the blonde hair and it was just like he dreamt. a family with you. she's perfect. perfect as her mother who graced him with her presence and this baby, he will protect this child with you.

he finds you crying. masking it as dust getting in your eyes but nanami knows you like the back of his hand. after tucking his daughter back to her crib, he joins you. sitting beside you and it broke his heart a million pieces knowing you were still in the process of forgiving him.

he's a father now but he is still your husband. “i'm so sorry, darling.” he whispers, holding your hand in his. pulling you closer to rest your head in his shoulder but nanami had longed to kiss you again.

he cups your face in his hands. caressing your round cheeks and despite wanting to recoil from his touch and avoid his gaze, some part of you wants to be held like this and you can't lie to yourself that you missed him despite everything. tough love it was or is it there still love in that?

“let me make it up you.” you shaked your head. closing your eyes and a tear escaped from the corner of your eye. nanami frowns. sighing before pressing his forehead into yours for a moment before pulling away to kiss your forehead.

this is nothing, he will endure it for a very long time until he can be yours again.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

he call it a happy accident. toji happens to beat that self-proclaimed sorcerer piece of shit and now, that shit is meeting his creator. he pays the body no mind when that leather wallet of this weakling drops beside his body. well, it's not the body is only cold. he expects to find some cold, hard cash there and he gets more than that. a picture of his wife and toji clicks his tongue. kicking the son of a bitch's body. annoyed that his wife is playing house with a another man that didn't even manage to put a scratch on him.

an idea appeared in his mind and toji smirks. he could pay this wife of his a visit. you would be so happy to meet him.

he came knocking at your door and the look you expressed is the best you can ever muster in a true horror of him finding you, it didn't disappoint.

“hey there wife. remember me?” he said in the most cocky voice he can muster and look at you, you're almost shaking in your boots but toji is surprised as you are when you were holding a toddler in your arms. a dead ringer of him. round, emerald eyes with the same eyelashes and face as his. clutching your blouse with a pacifier in his mouth.

his sight narrows to his son and to you. his once surprised face being replaced with a bored look and you couldn't even bring yourself to close the door. you don't know what he's thinking and so he got you when you're weak.

“you birthed a brat and it's mine?” it's not a question really when he comes doing this. his hard body pressed against your soft one. trapped in the cold table where you prepare him tea. insisting that he's a guest in your house and you must be a good host to serve him.

toji sighs, a low grunt coming from him. “you could be so mean if you want to. hiding my child and you come playing house with a man you replaced me with.” your blood runs cold with every words he said and the hands wandering all over your body until it came creeping below your blouse and his rough hands are squeezing the flesh of your stomach. you closed your eyes shut.

“he's a good man. which you will never be and you killed him.” your lungs contracts before releasing a breath that will took you days, months or for years to tell him that and you said it in one breath.

his eyebrows twitch. a look of disdain dawning in his face. just because you tasted freedom and you're acting like a goddamn independent bitch. you deserved to be punished.

the tea's now forgotten cold. you're pinned in the counter top with toji's cupping your jaw in a deathly grip. the skin of your wrist turning into a another shade. the circulation cut off and it begins to numb.

“who said about me being good man? he's a weakling who can't even protect himself and that weakling lead me to you and you're his what? his bitch? a body to warm his bed? when you should be doing it to mine!? you're one ungrateful bitch.” toji chuckles and he smirks triumphantly.

“my kindness needs to be paid, princess.” and here he goes calling you with the spiteful nickname to you.

he didn't give you the time to reply and forcefully kissed you. you almost choked at his whole body weight crushing your own. you couldn't even move your face to the side and reject that kiss of him. you didn't need him and your mind froze thinking of megumi.

you don't want him to see you in this position with his father. you kissed back, giving him what he wants so you can tell him. resistance is futile with megumi present in your life now.

toji grunts. you can feel him smile against your lips and when he breaks the kiss. you stare at him with your eyes pleading. “megumi.” and toji got the message of what you're talking. he glances at the door of the kitchen and he can the tiny shadow of his son walking, although a little wobbly and using the walls to balance himself. he scoffs at his son, ruining his reunion with his mother and toji is quite annoyed by it but it didn't stop him from feeling proud of birthing his son.

toji lets you free and your knees wobbled, giving out on you and you were left kneeling at the cold floor. megumi spotted you and in his own steps made his way to you in which you hugged him tightly.

“you ain't going to introduce him to his old man, wife?” you pursed your lips at his question and ignored him. rubbing megumi's back and shutting his father out and it ticked toji to just take his son away from you but resisted the urge to do so. knowing he can use this to keep you to him again. you would be so obedient with a little threat.

“careful now. you don't want me taking our little megumi away from you.” he warns. “now, put megumi to sleep and we can continue this little reunion of ours.” you nodded and you immediately scamper away from him and you see the front door. you can run but he'll catch you. you accepted your fate now and you would take the brunt of his punishments cause you're a disobedient wide who didn't care about your husband's desire.

it would be a waste to chain you again. toji thought. you're a mother now and he got a son with you. he don't want any interfering from how you will raise his son. he couldn't think about anything and maybe after you put megumi to sleep. he could think the ways he could keep you by his side again. for now, he'll just be a little patient and he can have you again for himself again.

GETO SUGURU

it was a mix of being ashamed and scared.

you knew this day will come when suguru and his child will reunite once again. the last he seen you was a baby bump visible in your dress in which he was happy. it did take root. a new lineage for the age of sorcerers.

dusk beginning to settle in the skies and you were supposed to fetch your son in the front yard telling that supper is ready and to your surprise. you found suguru standing tall, head low to face your son. a smile plastered in his face the whole time talking to your son and then he notices your stiff figure standing in the pavement before slowly walking towards them.

“i am your father. did your mommy told you that?” he asks and your son is processing what the words could mean. taking a glance between you and to his father. waiting for an answer in which you remained silent and only to tell him to go inside and wait for you.

suguru smiles. the smile that you hadn't seen for years and you can't deny that it still have an effect on you. “missed me, (y/n)?” the curse user spoke to you. his black and long hair swaying in the rhythm of the gentle breeze blowing.

“not really.” you honestly said to him and suguru's eyes changes into something dark from how you responded. “guess you got tired of all that luxury or everything's not enough for you.” he tuts. following the changes that is present in your face but he only received a curt shake of your head.

how shallow is that. you were like a pet to him. something he owned. a possession. he didn't like you being you and so you were lavished with expensive stuff that would keep you chained from the compound and to his little family. family. one you never had and never truly belonged in his place however you laid with him every night and the result, your son. living and breathing.

once you found out you were with child. it was a realization that you were never free and it hit you that this child will suffer the same fate as you and so you walked out. never looking back with the sole intention that you will raise this child with a perspective of the world and not to be influenced. his own and so you lived for years in peace until he showed up.

a shiver went down your spine from the contact of his fingers tracing to your soft jawline. electric and shocking. with a touch you will obey him but it's different. you're a mother now and something so good will only bring you to your own demise and it will extend to your child.

it is but you missed him touching you. a slave for his affections and you weren't really different from your past self. mustering the courage is the same as surrending yourself from the man who you treated as your world.

closing your eyes and you raised your head to meet suguru's eyes. purple it is. “you would understand why i left you, suguru. i can't raise ryū in that place.”

“and you think excluding me from ryū's life will change it?” not breaking eye contact while he caress your round cheek.

“yes. you're mad suguru and i can't change that.”

suguru chuckles. how motherhood impacted your ways of thinking. finding it so endearing to see you standing up and you wouldn't believe it that he's much more in love with your or whatever he was feeling. he knows it's bad for him and to you. “look at that, motherhood did you good. mad? i'll show what's mad, my dear wife.” he leans to whisper something to your ear. “i will let this go once and then prepare yourself. you will be back to me and with ryū, there's no chance of turning your back away from me.” he softly threatens to you and it weighs heavier. a contrast of the mellow tone of voice he was using.

“see you soon, (y/n).” kissing your cheeks before waving a hand to say goodbye to your son who was staring behind the windows.

suguru left after that and you knew what's about to come and you wished none of that will happen but suguru was always true to his words and you abandoned hope.

he will come back.

[solelifauna]

When you say the love interest might be worse, does that mean "being mean to reader" wise or "being possessive over the reader" wise?

ERMMM...both I'd say. The love interest for the Werewolf AU is Jon Kent. He's about the same age as the reader and older than Damian by one year (From the time-skip space mission that he went on that aged him). But bro, this boy is fucking nuts.

Yes, Kryptonians aren't werewolves in this universe, but Lois Lane is. And a strong one at that, coming from a military family and all that jazz. So Jon Lane Kent is literally one of the strongest beings on earth, being half-kryptonian and half-werewolf.

Now i know what youre thinking.

But wouldn't Jon also be outcasted from werewolf society/wouldn't the bats not like him cause he's a half-blood?

WRONG!!! Yes, Jon is a half-blooded werewolf, but the other half is Kryptonian, one of the strongest species in the universe. If anything, his breeding makes him a very respected figure and the Bats definitely find him worthy. He and Damian are still the best of friends.

Now Jon's relationship with (Y/n). Yikes. Funnily enough, it was (Y/n) who started crushing on Jon first. She'd see him around the manor often, and she'd watch as he interacted with the Waynes or messed around with Damian. From what she could see, he seemed nicer than her family, so maybe she could be friends with him right? Plus, he's super cute!

And of course, this doesn't end well. I mean, this is a dark au. First off, Superman doesn't quite see humans as equals. Werewolves, they have his respect, and all the other races too. Yes, Clark Kent's adoptive parents were humans, and yes he loved them, but they were weak. Fragile even. And he made sure to instill that teaching in Jon as well.

Did Jon love his grandparents? Absolutely, but that meant that Ma and Pa stayed confined to Smallville and their house. They were too weak, they needed to be protected.

Lois also helped push Werewolf culture onto him as well. Weaker werewolves and humans were subservient to the stronger, and if necessary, could be killed and eaten. Jon didn't quite get the eating part, finding it quite gross actually, until he had his first taste of flesh. And, yikes, the boy was hooked.

In his mind, humans were either things to be taken care of (like pets) or food.

What's even more scary is that he's sweet around his family and friends, but those he deems as lesser? Well, let's just hope you don't catch him in a bad mood or piss him off. Which is why when weak, pitiful, abandoned (Y/n) Wayne comes up to him, he's insulted.

Why on earth did you even think you were worthy of talking to him?

Yes, he's seen you watching them, lurking around the manor, keeping your distance. It was quite annoying actually, he could practically hear your heart leaping out of its chest every time you saw him. He knew your intentions, trying to make friends with him.

He just looked down at you, eyes pooling with something nobody could explain, whilst you smiled at him and made small talk. Or tried to make small talk.

"Damian, should I snap her neck? Or is your family still insistent on the old laws?" Jon says.

You freeze, eyes widening in fear. Ah...you've made a severe lapse in judgment.

So much for a new friend.

"You know what? How 'bout I just go?" You quip nervously before trying to run off.

It's too bad Damian grabs you by the back of your shirt, basically choking you in the process. You let out a strangled noise as your body loses balance and lurches backward. When Damian lets go, your having a mad coughing fit, trying to get as much air as you could into your lungs.

Damian only makes an annoyed sound while Jon watches, a sick type of glee in his eyes. "When the time comes friend, you may feast with us. Now (Y/n), apologize to Jon."

You do not even have to think twice about that. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have approached you, I'm sorry." And at this point, you're crying. (reader is 14 when this happens)

And god doesn't that make Jon smile. He wouldn't deny, that you were pretty (I mean, you do have half of Bruce Wayne's DNA). But as much as he'd consider coveting you, you weren't worth that honor, no, he'd much rather taste your sweet, sweet flesh. (He could practically smell it wafting off you).

But alas, he'd have to wait.

But of course, in normal yandere fashion, he goes from wanting to eat you to wanting to eat you. The obsession starts to change around (Y/n)'s 16th birthday party that the Waynes throw. It's customary that all children do some public ball or whatever, so this was yours. Jon and his family are there obviously, and you're there as well, looking as miserable and tired as usual (and still somehow being the most beautiful thing in the building). However, he sees you light up in a way he's never seen you do before when your (what he's guessing) friends show up. They're human. They're weak, like you.

Seeing you interact with them, hearing you talk normally(super-hearing, duh) without fear, watching the way you laughed...He realizes he wants. And he wants bad.

Looks like you've got a new problem now.

Anyways, this is all I got!! I don't want to spoil the story more than I already have, but yeah, say hello to "absolutely bonkers Jon Kent". Hope you enjoyed!!!

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice day

I'm just wondering if you can make a yandere ghost or price with a s/o who has a other boyfriend fic?

Thanks<3

(if you don't have time for this, it's okay)

— Such Waste

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, suggested age gap, swearing, talks about reader who grew up in an abusive family; current-bf is abusive/has an unhealthy relationship; reader is slightly naive, violence, and detailed blood..

A/N: this one was pretty hard for me to finish so sorry if it's dull or simply not well; I'm not very happy with it lmao. Enjoy! :]

Inserting the key into the door with a small click!, and opening it to your usually, scattered apartment, you sighed — heavily. 

Today was grueling. Not only was your work office incredibly demanding, but it was possibly draining what was left of your very soul. Your bones and stiff muscles were hurting. Begging for you to get more sleep than having 2 – 4 hours of naps every day.

You took off your shoes by the front door and put your belongings on the table; re-footing your steps backwards, to put your keys on the bookshelf for remembrance. Though, you were rudely interrupted as your phone buzzed multiple times, and you let out yet another sigh. 

In your bones, you had a feeling — an immediate feeling of who it was.

Grabbing your phone in the back pocket, you whisked it out and typed in your passcode before seeing multiple, if not, tons of missed calls and text messages from your current boyfriend.  

Liam: Are you srsly ignoring me? It was a joke. — sent at 8:23 pm

Liam: baby, come on. You passed your break. Just answer me. — sent at 8:57 pm

Liam: answer the fucking phone! Are you dumb? Pick up the phone!!!! — sent at 9:21 pm

Liam: if you don’t answer, it's over. — sent at 11:48

You rolled your eyes, feeling anger rise in you again. You chose to send a small message. Who would’ve thought the blue-eyed, blond hair and a tooth gap combo of a man would be the best fit? Not you, apparently. 

You: Got caught up with work. Sorry, we can talk more about this tomorrow. I’m gonna head to bed. Night.  — sent at 12:19 pm

While Liam was a nice guy, he was slightly controlling and immature. Always wanted to know who or where you were, why you were hanging out with people he didn’t know, and if you loved getting unwanted attention. Sometimes, fights got so bad that your elderly neighbors had to call the police to separate the two of you for a few nights. 

Poor Lucy. Wonder how she still deals with you being next door.

Groaning, you put your phone back into your back pocket, before your hands rubbing over your face in exhaustion. 

Not only was your boss extremely cranky and rude today, but everyone was on edge due to his behavior. You couldn’t even talk to your coworkers without them using the excuse of ‘I have to leave’ whenever he steps foot into the room. Plus, the stress of bills, your current boyfriend, and the harassment was getting to your breaking point. 

God, you hated this job. But it paid your bills. That’s all you cared about, right?

You scoffed, feeling your back prick and pop in places that sounded like it shouldn’t. Looking at the fridge in your kitchen, you slumped over and walked over to it, talking to yourself as you opened it, reaching down for the leftover pizza box that you didn’t get to finish last night.

Barely eating a few pieces, you were already heading down the hallway to your bedroom, peeling off your sweaty work clothes. However, something stopped you in the tracks that made your heart jump right out of your chest and into your mouth. 

Roses. Roses were on your bed. Sure, it was beautiful. The lilac, reddening color shining in your room was gorgeous. 

But who put them there?

You stared at them. Who the hell was in your apartment? Was it maintenance? Maybe a surprise gift they gave out for people living here in the poor-run down apartments?

No. It couldn’t be. Rarely do they ever give you things — especially flowers. What and who the fuck?

“Do you not like them?” 

You jumped at the sudden rough voice, dropping your pizza on the floor and whipping around, seeing a giant man sitting in your favorite chair in the corner of your bedroom; wearing a thick, menacing skull balaclava, piercing your skin like a knife. 

“Who… the fuck are you!” you shouted. Your feet stepped back, watching him as he repositioned himself — his elbows now resting on the armrests of the chair, and leaning forward into the obvious comfy chair. You couldn’t help but judge the guy. Who wears a skull mask other than on Halloween? Was he a killer? Going to slice you—!

“I would think you’d know that with the stuff I gave you.” 

A chill ran down your spine. So was this — no, this was the guy. 

The man who left your favorite chocolate on your window seal each morning, the sweet notes of compliments, sometimes bearing suggestions on things you should wear that day. And the huge bouquet on the front door, which was soon transported to your dinner-table, that was left every Friday.

Oh, my g-d.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, finally looking at his outfit, seeing the Britain flag sewed on his Khaki pants. It’s military. What the fuck did you do? “Did I break the law?” you hushed out, terrified at the man.

However, the man in front of you snickered. “Doubt you’d have the guts to break the law, sweetheart.” 

“I– what?” you looked at him dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this guy? 

“Ya’ heard me, only have a speeding ticket,” he remarked, making you dart your eyes toward behind you to the hallway, seeing the front door before back at him. “Pretty impressive for your age, if ya’ ask me.”

Your brain short-circuited. “How… do you know that?” you posed, feeling your breathing quicken. “I have so many questions,” you added. But yet, the man stared at you with his darkening eyes. Didn’t help that your room was dimmed. You really should’ve fixed that light. 

He stared at you before speaking up. “Bet ya’ do. I’m all answering them as long as you get rid of that cunt of a boyfriend.” 

“E… ‘cuse me?” you stammered, taking another step back. But, your anger got ahead of you; your eyebrows knitted against each other. “I can assure you that he treats me well.”

Though, the man just scoffed and stood up as your throat closed at the sight of the man. Why the fuck was he so tall? “Sure. Keep imagining that sick fantasy image of yours, and you’ll wake up in the hospital with a broken nose.”

You wanted to defend yourself. But he was right. Breaking your index finger hurts like a bitch. The frequent fights were exhausting. The last time you tried talking with Liam about visiting a close friend an hour away ended up with his hand reaching out towards your wrist, twisting it with a large sprain and a large hospital bill. 

The yelling. The self-blame. The hours of constant harassment with texts and calls. The horrible smell of booze. You really fucked up your love life, didn’t you? 

“But,” he started, a thick accent voicing in as he stepped closer into your direction. “I can treat you better, love. Someone who won’t hurt ya. Treat you like the doll you are.”

You narrow your eyes at him, nervously biting at the inside of your cheeks as you wait for him to continue. 

“I’ll make sure to treat you well. Something you haven’t been lucky to feel. Your parents were mean towards you, no?” he asked questionably, and it made your heart drop to your stomach. “But, I can take care of you; better than anyone has.” 

So many questions raced through your mind as your eyes darted at the floor then back toward the man. Like a rabbit, you stiffened. Confused. Body shaking as the predator approached. 

“I don’t… even know who you are,” you replied, tightening your hand into a fist. Your heart was speeding, hands and legs shaking with fear. Your throat stiffened. He could clearly see it — and yet somehow, his eyes got softer; those brown pupils having a sad and apologetic look. Almost like a dog trying to comfort you. 

You don’t know you’re crying until you feel a gloved thumb wipe them away, causing you to flinch. Realizing that the man was now in front of you, you tried to step back, but your ankle hit the bedroom wall, securing you in a close habitat. 

But, with everything going on, you didn’t have the energy to push him away nor look up at him. Continuing to look at the floor as your mind circled around on whom the fuck was this man? 

“Look at me, will ya’?”

You hesitated. Didn’t reply. But as he said your name, a shiver traveled down your spine, and you looked at him – his predominant features coming in. Even with your anxiety and fear swirling in your stomach, you looked at the creases in his eyebrows, the clashing scars near his temple, eyes, and brows. His jarring eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow, seemingly gentler, almost like they were trying to welcome you into a trap. 

You stare up at him with half-lidded eyes. And with a gasp, you felt his hand take your chin, his palm almost eclipsing the lower half of your face, and turn your head right into the direction he wanted you to: staring at him in the eyes.

“I promise. I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassures, though, it doesn’t help as more tears drowned down on your behalf. 

And yet, you couldn’t fathom his words. 

“I don’t–” you started, taking a deep and sharp inhale, “–trust you, I don’t even know your name. How can I know you’re… not some, serial killer?” your question was weak. And stupid. But it was the only thing you could think of out of the bluster. 

His eyes narrowed at your reply before answering at your ‘plea’. 

“I suppose that’s a start,” he huffs.

You looked at his eyes, before narrowing down at the mask. And clearly, by your eyes and non-answer, he nodded at your invisible ask. 

Stepping back, the man’s hands traveled to lift the mask upwards. He revealed the point of his chin, the skin equally rough, like his demeanor. 

He didn’t stop from continuing, exposing more of his lower lip. The skin there was rugged and scarred, little creases in the flesh. Scars that made your heart thud awkwardly. At his cupid’s bow, where you saw a huge scar, it made you gasp quietly out of wincing. The thick mark going upward on his left lip, so callused and rough. It looks like it still hurts.

Finally, he pulled the mask fully off, revealing his natural-resting face, thick eyebrows, and the two large scars right above his filled brows. It helped a bit that he revealed himself, but you were still unsure how to… understand the situation.

He said your name, and it made you look at him. “Rest your worries when you’re by me, yeah?”

Those words fell into your stomach and twisted like a towel being squeezed. Though, somehow, in a way, you felt safer. A hesitant silence settles between you both, before you decide to speak up.

“Y–ou won’t hurt me?”  

Those stunning brown eyes take a moment to gaze into yours, searching something deeper in your meaning. Instead, all you could muster was eye contact that kept flickering to the floor and trying to calm your quickened breathing.

“What kind of man would I be if I did that, hm?” his voice is airy, tone-flimsy when asking his question. 

You swallowed thickly, “I want to know your name.”

“You do know my name, sweetheart,’” he coldly corrected you, “—use that smart brain of yours.”

Seconds blurred by you, trying to think – imagine what could or would be his name. But nothing came up. Nothing came to your brain, which, the man in front of you, hummed in acknowledgment at the state of your confused state. 

“Shame you don’t remember,” he started, a smirk curling on his face. “It’s Simon.”

Memories you didn’t know at the time came forward. 

Many things are given by that name — your favorite fast food being delivered to your home after a bad day, bouquets in expensive vases being delivered every week; cards given with clothes and money. And somehow, your insurance was now covering things they didn’t. 

Oh, and let’s not forget about the lingerie being sent. A note of: I hope to see you wear this tonight. Signed with initials: SR. 

At first, you thought it was Liam – but he was a cheapskate. Never liked spending money, especially on you. 

Your eyes widened, a bubble trapping itself in your throat — it was him. Police didn’t help, saying something along the lines of, ‘until they hurt you, we can’t do anything’. But when did they ever help? 

“So… what do you want, then?” you whisper, suddenly breathless with this proximity. You can see the gold-brown of his eyes clearly, the halo of honey flecks that cover the circumference of his pupil. His eyelashes flutter when he blinks, so pretty and… oddly feminine. 

“You.”

And just as he rasped that word, the banging on your front door started. The familiar yelling of Liam drowned out your thoughts, and his screaming made the two of you snap your head in the direction of the front door. 

He yelled out your name, and you flinched. Already feeling the bruising grabs, the constant screaming where your ears ring for hours. Oh god, what the hell did you do? 

“You– need to leave,” you ushered out, hands and legs shaking for the splinting images that shot through your head. 

He was banging on the door, jamming his fists; the handle being shaken so hard that it rattled stuck. It was all too much. 

Simon said your name, but you shook your head. Denying his existence. Danger was near, nobody would help save you. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, heneedstoleave—!

He grunted your name louder, and you looked at him with teary eyes; the small rivers turning into full tsunami’s. You couldn’t think. Breathe. He was here. Going to hurt you. He was going to die. So were you.

The door broke, the familiar thundering footsteps shook from across the house. And before you could react, Simon pushed you behind him — shielding you away from your abuser.  

“You—!” Liam screamed into the bedroom, a bottle of beer in one hand and his other clenched into a fist; his blue eyes burning into your stomach. You choked out a sob as he stepped further, but stopped at the sight of Simon. For once, Liam looked retched at his own thoughts. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he yelled, and the man only narrowed his eyes at Liam; challenging him with his height and quiet demeanor. 

“Get the fuck out.” his rough and dark voice sent shivers down your neck, making every hair stand up.

Liam scoffed, a plethora of curses voiced out, before he shut up. Your eyes narrowed, and as you looked at his shocked face, you saw a gun in view next — Simon’s finger gripping the trigger, aiming it at Liam’s head. 

Your heart leapt out. Fight or flight mode flicking on.

“Come on, man– we, we’re playing. Right—?” he chuckled out, and Simon grunted. 

In the dimmed room, you can see his high cheekbones and the absolute rage that is evident on his face, even hiding behind his mask. His hands are clenched around the gun tightly, finger curling even tighter around the trigger. 

“I’m not going to ask again; leave the fucking apartment.” 

Liam falsely chuckled, “O-or what? You’ll shoot me? Doubt you have the balls, my… guy.”

Within seconds, the gun went off — making you scream, closing your eyes, and covering your ears. Your fingernails scraped at your ears, making them ring. It hurt, not a single thought. Oh god, what the fuck happened? 

“—uck!” was all you could muster before you knelt to the ground, wrapping arms around yourself; teeth clenching down your lips as you felt— tasted blood. 

After a few minutes – or seconds – you open them up and find Liam, leaning on the wall for support, bleeding through his arm. There was so much– on the floor, on his hands. His eyes were widened, looking at the man in front of you; anger yet fear rising. 

He started hiccuping — more blood dripping down to the floor as he clenched his nearly wound. 

“Don’t ever let me see you again.”

Simon’s rough voice of threatening sent shivers down your body. Your breath hitched. Your body starts to shake as your eyes widen. Simon’s threat was enough for Liam to nod instantly, giving you one look before running out; not giving you a second look as it may not leave tonight with his face intact. 

You were about to say something, but the man cleared his throat and looked down at your shaking form. “Ya’ okay?”

You looked up at him, slowly nodding. In return, he said nothing, making you feel his eyes take in every detail of you. To your face and pupils, to your shaking legs and ragged breath. Yet, having never meeting you before, he gladly handed over his hand down to you. 

Looking up at his scarred hand, you hesitantly looked at it — large fingers, nails scratched and clear hangnails. You didn’t know what to do, other than grab it and strand up with his help. 

“Get your things.”

Your eyes narrowed, breath heaving. “Why?”

 He looked at you, brown pupils dilated. They were so feminine– pretty. His breath hitched, and a large hand grasped your shoulder. 

“Cause’ you’re gona’ be coming with me, forever.” 

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[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Teach My Mouth a Lesson

Toji x fem!reader

Synopsis: You've caught the interest of your friend's sleazy dad. And he's caught yours.

Content: age gap (reader is mid 20s, toji is late 40s), self pleasure(toji), he's kinda mean, voyeuristic scene (reader watches toji)

Wc: 1.5k

Part Two

A cold iced coffee sat nestled in your hand, pulling it to your lips as you listened to your best friend complain. About her father no less. It was usually the same. "He only calls after I beg him to." And, "Can you believe he missed my birthday again?" You didn't really have room to comment, not having the best relationship with your own father. Plus it wasn't really new information, he was barely in her life as it was. "Doesn't he usually miss your birthday?" You commented and she only pouted. "I thought it'd be different this time." With a sigh, she fiddles with her drink before her eyes widen. "Let's go shopping!"

"Again?" You shook your head, bringing the cold, foamy liquid to your lips. It's not like you really had a say, her hands already wrapping around your arm as she tugged you, almost making you drop your coffee.

You spent the day in store after store, watching as she tried half the clothes on and only buying a handful. You got some cute things too but ultimately were a little more frugal with your money than she was. She was always spending whatever she made as soon as her paycheck was deposited. By the time you'd finished, the sun was setting and she was dragging you, yet again, to a bar. It's not that you were opposed to drinking, it just didn't take much to make you tipsy let alone full-on drunk. Which is exactly what happened.

Both your friend and you, hailing a cab as your combined giggles filled the chilly air. She managed to clumsily tell the driver her address before you two sang, off key, some random song that happened to be stuck in your head.

The cab came to an abrupt stop, the driver giving a glare to both of you before she randomly threw a few twenties at him as you fumbled out of the car. Giggling and bumping into each other as she barely managed to get her keys, it took four tries before she finally slotted it inside the lock. "Shhhh," she giggled. "I don't know if-hicc-my Dad's home." Your alcohol filled brain scoffed at the carefulness. "What's he gonna do?" You giggled, and she joined before she excused herself to the bathroom. You rested yourself against the kitchen counter, head hanging backwards as you watched the ceiling spin.

"The fuck are you?"

A deep voice swarmed into your ears, making you jump as you leaned your head forward. A tall, beefy man stood in front of you. Jet black hair that went in all sorts of directions. But that's not what you noticed first, no. He was shirtless. Thick muscles lined his torso, arms, and chest. Fuck, he was built. He snapped in front of your face, "Hello? Ya deaf? Who the fuck are you?" You swallowed the lump that'd formed in your throat as you tried to talk. Failing miserably. Your brain couldn't even process that this was more than likely your friend's dad. "The girl who lives here…her friend."

"That so?" He clicked his tongue as he ran a hand down his stubbled chin. "Told her not to bring loud ass troublemakers in here."

"Excuse me?" You answered, annoyance making its way into your voice. Standing now, your hands balled at your sides, trying your best to be intimidating. Kind of hard when the man you're trying to scare has at least a whole foot, maybe more, on you. "My house, my rules. Got a problem?" He sneered, looking down his nose at you. In your inebriated state, it only made you more annoyed. "Yeah actually. You can't talk to me like that. You don't know me." He scoffed, "Scuse me Princess, didn't mean to insult the invisible crown you put on that pretty little head of yours."

Your eyes widened, stomach filling with a warmth as it proceeded to do somersaults. What the fuck? Your body was betraying you but you weren't about to let this dick know that.

"Whatever," you responded back, crossing your arms. A smirk played its way onto his lips. You didn't like the look of that. "She come home with ya?" He walked into the kitchen, switching on the light and illuminating the area. Now you could truly see every dip and curve, bump of his muscle. Fuck, who sculpted him? The clink of a beer bottle being pulled from the fridge pulled you from your daze. "Bathroom. She's in the bathroom." He hummed, tipping his head back as he popped the lid off with his hand. His throat bobbed, a few drops of the liquor ran down his chin. But he made no attempts to wipe it off.

"Ya sure you're her friend? Feel like I woulda remembered a laugh that obnoxious."

And there he went again, he truly was as much of an asshole as your friend said. "Like you'd know, you're barely home. A real deadbeat." You crossed your arms, a sick angry feeling filling your gut. He didn't say anything, the silence was deafening until you heard heavy footsteps. Toji moved through the kitchen and stopped just in front of you. His fingers grasp your chin, causing you to gasp as you look up at him like a deer in headlights. "Got a mouth on ya.." His rough thumb pressed against your bottom lip. "Someone should fix that."

A loud crash sounded from the bathroom and he pulled away. "I swear to God, if she broke her fucking neck." Toji sighed, craning his neck to get a better look at the bathroom door. Which in turn, gave you a better look at him. Heat was radiating off his skin, his enormous pecs were practically the only thing in your line of vision. Soon the bathroom door slammed open and you hadn't noticed till now, but he'd moved back to behind the counter. "Shit," your friend giggled. "Hope that didn't wake up my-" She paused, eyes slowly blinking as she assessed the situation. "Dad!" She screamed, rushing over to wrap her arms around his neck. "Can't believe you forgot my birthday," she pouted. Leaving her father to roll his eyes, pushing her off him. "Ya get enough during the year, you don't need a celebration." Your friend only pouted more as she crossed her arms. "S'not fair." Her bottom lip wobbled but Toji didn't buy any of it. "Not gonna work," he replied, taking another generous swig of his alcohol.

"Ugh, asshole." She turned on her feet, heading up the stairs. He shook his head, "Bitch." And he only received a finger in response. What a strange dynamic.

"Ya gonna go with her or stare holes into me for the rest of the night?"

You blinked, eyes coming back into focus. "Like I'd stare at you." You tried your best to sound annoyed, ignoring the lingering heat you felt in your stomach. Had he really grazed your lip with his thumb like that? The feeling was still there. He only hummed, dragging his eyes up and down your body. "Just fucking keep it down ya?" Toji finished off his beer before crushing it, tossing it into the trash and headed back upstairs. And you finally felt yourself breathe for the first time.

'What the fuck?'

You thought, trying to shake it out of your mind as you went upstairs too. Giving about a minute or two after her dad had left, you trudged up the stairs. Any alcohol that was in your system had subsided, leaving you a fuzzy mess. And you couldn't help but sigh when you entered your friend's room, where you found her passed out, face down in the bed. With heavy limbs, you pulled yourself to her bed and laid down. Tugging some of the blankets before falling asleep.

It was roughly 2am when you woke up, the heavy weight of your friend's leg on your stomach had triggered the urge to go to the bathroom.

With a huff, you moved her off and walked out of the room. Eyes halfway closed as you walked to the bathroom. Doing your business with a yawn, sight and hearing both a little muffled and blurry from just waking up. After finishing up, you open the door only for you to pause. Low grunts and moans made their way into your ears. Curiosity burned and you softly shut the door, tiptoeing towards where the noise was coming from; the living room.

Holy fuck.

You quickly covered your mouth to prevent your thoughts from escaping your mouth. There, on the couch, was Toji. Hand slicked with spit as he stroked up and down his thick cock. God, it was huge. How did he even walk around with that thing? You wondered. You couldn't tear your eyes away. His rough thumb pressed against his slit, smearing the beads of pre that formed there around the tip. Long, thick, veins ran up the length, pulsing each time he ran his hand over them. You should stop watching. This was private…and he was an asshole! You reminded yourself. But your pussy had other ideas. Already, you could feel yourself get wet watching as the scene unfolded.

His head rested on the back of the couch. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he fucked his fist. You pressed your thighs together, easing the growing ache.

"Ya just gonna watch, or are you gonna join me?"

A/N: There will be a part 2, promise♡

[carlsdarling]

Hear me out stepdad carl x reader where carl is married to readers mom but carl and reader are having an affair carl is in he’s early 20s and reader is 19

Triangle

Carl has married Y/N`s mom, but Y/N also likes Carl a lot... Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

DESCRIPTION: smut, nsfw, age gap

You angrily slammed the door behind you and ran across the meadow to avoid hearing the moaning from your mom's bedroom. As so often, she was sleeping with Carl in the middle of the day, and the whole thing pissed you off. You hadn't liked it when your mom and Carl started dating about a year ago. But the fact that they then had to get married had topped it all off.

You had been completely stunned when your mum told you at dinner. Your fork had fallen clattering onto the edge of your plate. "Mum!" you said in horror. "What are you doing? Are you completely nuts now?" you shouted at her. "Carl is more like my age! It's embarrassing when you guys get married! For God's sake, have your fucking affair if you must, but don't marry him!" Full of rage, you had thrown your sandwich across the dining room so that it smacked against the wall and slid to the floor in a trail of mayonnaise.

"Y/N, how are you talking to me?" your mom said indignantly, clutching the edge of the table so that her knuckles protruded white. "I never knew you were so bigoted! And they always say your generation is so open-minded and progressive! But no, you're full of prejudice just because of the age gap!" Hurt, she cleared the table.

"I told you to fuck Carl if you must," you argued spitefully. "He's an adult, I don't care! But if you marry him, you'll make a fool of yourself! He'll cheat on you with a younger girl, and it serves you right! And people are already gossiping and making fun of you!"

That wasn't true, you hadn't heard any such rumors, and besides, your words were mean and unfair, and you knew it. Your mum Kelly looked smoking hot. You couldn't tell she was 42; she was slim, fit, had no wrinkles and kept herself in shape, and she dyed her long hair regularly. Plus, she was fun and not at all stuffy. But Carl was 22, a mere three years older than you, and you just found it embarrassing that the two of them were getting married.

At least, that's what you claimed. The real reason, however, was different - you had the hots for Carl yourself, and you didn't want to live under the same roof as him and your mom and witness the constant kissing, groping and fucking.

So you roamed around Alexandria aimlessly for two hours until it started raining and you scurried back home. You unlocked the door; at least there was silence now, except for the sound of the shower. You cautiously glanced into your mother's bedroom, but apparently she had already left for the store to do some shopping. Then you saw that the door to the bathroom was ajar, and you could spy Carl, who must have just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror. Still annoyed, you pushed the door open.

Carl glanced at you, startled, hastily wrapping a towel around his hips. "Well, Daddy," you teased him, leaning against the doorframe.

"Stop that, Y/N," Carl growled.

"Why? You're officially my stepdad now. That's what you wanted." Lasciviously, you let one strap of your summer dress slip off your shoulder.

"Actually, I was going to marry Kelly," Carl dismissed you. "You were just there."

"Oh, come on, Carl," you teased him further. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about it at some point." By now you were standing in front of him in your underwear. He was tempted, you could tell from the look on his face.

"'Get dressed now,'" he demanded, but his voice sounded shaky. "I'm just a man, too. This isn't fair."

"She won't know," you coaxed him, and walked backwards to your room, not taking your eyes off Carl. He followed you hesitantly. Abruptly you stopped, wrapped your arms around him, and kissed him. At first it seemed as if he wanted to push you away, but then he let himself go for it. Your tongues played with each other as you staggered over to the bed, and you removed the towel from Carl's hips. He was already aroused, no matter how much he might deny it: he desired you.

"We don't have much time," Carl said nervously, his dark hair still damp from the shower.

"It's okay," you murmured, writhing teasingly under him, pointing to your nightstand. "You'll find condoms there." The whole situation, even the possibility of getting caught, drove you totally horny. Carl hastily put on a condom before gently penetrating you, looking at you as he did so. "You don't have to be so careful Carl, I'm not a virgin anymore," you gasped, eager for him to finally start pounding. For so long you had longed to finally feel Carl inside you, to smell him and taste him, and so envious you had been of your mum.

Carl was a skilled lover; he watched your face and changed the angle of his thrusts several times until he found your most sensitive spot. "Oooooh, Carl," you whimpered, "Like that! Go on!"

He moaned, and you clawed your fingers into his slender hips. "Don't scratch me, please," he whispered. "Or she'll notice." Carl sped up his movements, his cock sliding into your wet pussy like you were made for him. He held himself back until you were cumming sighing and whining underneath him, then he rode out his own orgasm.

Exhausted, you lay next to each other afterwards. "We can do this more often," you said playfully.

"Don't you feel bad at all? Kelly's your mum," Carl asked, frowning, cleaning himself up.

You screwed up your face. "Do you love her then?" you dodge the question. "She's so much older than you."

Carl considered for a moment. "Yes," he then said. "At first it was just sex, and I found it exciting that I could get an older lady interested in me, but then... she's fascinating, she's got a great personality, and she's attractive. I don't know what will be in ten or twenty years, but for now we love each other."

"Don't you think I'm prettier than her?" you pouted.

"It's unfair to draw comparisons. You're much younger than she is," Carl murmured, pulling you close again. "But we can do this again occasionally if you promise to keep it to yourself."

"I promise," you said, smiling.

[melishade]

Hello.

I feel bad for Megatron in the timeline with Elite One. Megs must be currently consumed by guilt

Previous Episode of the Beloved Timeline

That and he's 100% sure she is going to fucking kill him.

There is a reason she is a high ranking Autobot in the first place. Sure, Elita was a social butterfly, but she is extremely clever and a down right menace. According to the Covenant of Primus, she helped conspire to overthrow the Quintessons and helped with colonial expansion of Cybertron. I also like other iterations of her being a badass fighter. I like to picture that she took down 50 Decepticons by herself as she tried to escape before Megatron had to intervene and subdue her himself. And the reason why she was in her situation in the first place was because of Megatron, so the minute Elita sees Megatron again, those Kill Bill sirens are going off. Megatron is doing everything he possibly can to avoid her.

But we'll deal with that later.

For now, after Optimus has to answer those questions from the Survey Corps, dodging as many inappropriate ones as he can. Historia and Ymir decide to make their demands while everyone else is here and announce that surprise moment of Historia wanting to marry Ymir. Ymir agrees and they do the wedding in secret. Hanji adds to Optimus that he can invite Elita as his plus one. Optimus is a little irritated at the notion, because he knows for a fact some of the Survey Corps are going to be treating him differently for a little while. But the thought of spending time with Elita again does make him feel happy.

He does return to her and being to explain what is happening with Historia and Ymir, which Elita is confused by because being sparkbonded is a private matter. But Optimus has to explain that there are differences in human culture and Cybertron. Optimus explains the logistics of it and Elita respectfully declines. Elita explains that she would probably just hog all the attention. She does remember when she was last here and the commotion she caused. Also, she hasn't exactly talked to anyone in 20 years, so her social skills are practically shot. And the humans look dangerously similar to the titans and it's not something she's comfortable with. She only feels easy around Optimus because of familiarity.

Optimus is slightly disappointed, but respects her decision none the less. He's just happy that she's back, and tells her to take the time that she needs. Elita does ask about the difference between the humans and titans and ultimately what has been going on with him and Megatron since being on this world. Optimus decides to explain it piece by piece as to not overwhelm her in one go, because learning this shit himself has definitely taken its toll.

"How is it that bad that you're fazed by it?" Elita questioned.

So, day by day, in preparation for the wedding, Optimus helps out there and later explains what's been going on. And the more information she receives, the more mortified that she is. Like this is some messed up shit!!!! But it's fine. It's fine! Totally fine!

"Elita, you do not have to-!"

"It's completely fine, Optimus!" Elita forced a smile, "Not only is my beloved forced to fight again, this world is more backwards than I thought!"

The Survey Corps are disappointed that Elita won't be attending the wedding, and they try to capture sneak peeks at her, because some of them didn't get a good look at her. Eren was really the only one. Hanji is very persistent, and Elita swears she can feel eyes burning into her back. But they do notice that since Elita has been around, Optimus' mood has significantly improved. Like he is definitely more sociable and talkative, and she's not even around!

Day of the wedding, Optimus bids her farewell, and Elita...decides to take a look around this place. This is the most relaxed that she's been in ages. She still hasn't seen Megatron yet. She wants to kick his ass. As she's walking around, she does mind her step and avoid the humans, but they do notice her and can't help but stare. They are aware that people like Optimus don't eat humans, but to see a titan in the walls walking around without a single alarm going off and a shot being fired is odd.

Elita is curious about the top of the walls. She's always wanted to know what was up there. Elita took few steps back, got into a starting position and bolted towards the wall. She managed to jump up and get some good distance before climbing it with ease and little damage. When she reached the top, she could hear cheering and clapping and looked down to see the humans that had been following her just praising her. Elita can only wave sheepishly before walking along the top of the wall and taking in the view from so high up. And it was breathtaking.

As she's walking along the walls, she comes across military men in uniforms with roses on them. They are a little tense when they see her, and Elita is just as tense, but Commander Pixis greets her to ease the tension (with Anka and Gustav keeping a very close eye on him). The two talk and Elita does learn more about the humans in the wall through the Commander. With what Elita knows; however, there is one burning question she has in her spark:

"Do you intend to continue the ways of your ancestors?" Elita demanded.

Pixis paused and looked up at her.

"I understand that your memories have been wiped of this knowledge, and you have only now just learned about it. I also understand that the sins of your ancestors should not reflect the innocent here and now," Elita explained, "But knowledge is power, and power can corrupt. Optimus has the habit of seeing the good and potential in everything, willing to grant opportunities for change."

Elita raised a servo to her spark. "Despite how I feel about Optimus, it is not a principle I can always agree with in such strenuous times. I need to know if Optimus' faith in you is well placed and you will not default to the carnage of your ancestors."

Pixis noticed the rather emotional look in Elita's optics at the name of Optimus, and how fond it looked. And suddenly, everything clicked. Why Optimus was in such a better mood, why the Survey Corps have been acting rather mischievous, why Megatron wasn't even here right now and avoid this place like the plague.

"I see," Pixis smiled before looking on ahead, "I wish I could speak on behalf of all who live within these walls, but we humans are fickle beings. Self preservation and greed is in our nature. When pushed to the brink of annihilations, there are those who would tear each other apart to survive, and those who choose to fight for those who cannot. Personally, I would like to continue fighting for a better and peaceful and free world. Only for the sole reason that my comrades who fought for that same dream, did not die in vain."

Elita is quite moved by the answer and laughs. "Well, at the very least, your answer is an honest one."

Elita thanks Pixis before jumping off the wall and landing on her feet with grace before returning to her temporary home. Pixis can only say 'well done Optimus' to himself.

The next day, Elita decides to introduce herself to the Survey Corps, thinking it would be best way to go considering she's decided to stay and help. And the Survey Corps couldn't help but notice the way Optimus beamed at the sight of Elita.

Side note: Anka threatened Pixis when Optimus informed them about Elita and she immediately pulled him aside.

"If you so much as look at her wrong I will castrate you and throw you over the walls, you drunken bastard," Anka seethed.

"Eh, not the worst way I've imagined going out," Pixis shrugged.

(Interactions between Elita and the Survey Corps will definitely be for the next ask)

[cloudninetonine]

*walks on in, pats Wild on the head, offers you tea, downs coffee like a shot, sits down tiredly * Heya folks, so how we feeling about that trailer huh Lu and Zelda fandom?

*reads what Hylia did to Prime, sips more coffee* So what you're saying is that Hylia straight up Pure Vessel'ed the guy like how the Radiance did the Pure Vessel in Hollow Knight, got it, even more reasons for Una and Player to body her, and me actually- *cracks knuckles* Time to put those age old judo lessons to good use and make some fried chicken, you know I'm half tempted to write some headcanons on that now Cloud- but this ain't about him for now, next ask maybe.

Now some Lora and Operetta shenanigans for the lols:

-There's this mechanic in Cadence of Hyrule that, if Link, Zelda or Cadence die, they can be revived by the Fates or gain strenghtment's and items by meeting them (which are highly implied to be less strong versions of Farore, Nayru, Din and Hylia, who Octavo bodies by stealing their Threads of Fate to make the Golden Lute, forcing them to move to it's rhythm like everyone else hence why I think Cadence of Hyrule is an inflection point between Legend's and Hyrule's time, since by Legend's they're slightly more forgotten but by Hyrule's they're not even mentioned, Octavo just did what we all arguably wanted: straight up vibe checked the gods, the one good thing Vaati's bloodline did besides giving us Four's Shadow Link), although you lose items upon death so you can't get too comfortable specially if you have really good gear like the Glass Weapons, so neither Lora or Operetta are really impressed by them and are also very casual about death, Player probably already knows this if they played Cadence of Hyrule, imagine if Lora or Operetta straight up die near the Chain, and either one or both plus Player are just, casual about it specially when afterwards (maybe midburial or the Chain trying to figure out what the heck they're going to do with the body of one of their own or with the Princess of Hyrule herself) they just, spring back up after a few hours.

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Player, ignoring the freak out of the Chain as they casually snatch the weapons from Lora's and Operetta's downed bodies and neatly setting them inside, as well as a few supplies: Chill everyone, they're fine.

Wild, having flashbacks: What do you MEAN fine Lora just took a Guardian beam and Operetta got stabbed by a Lynel-!

Legend, glaring: Why the FUCK are you looting their corpses?!

Player, inching backwards with Lora in her arms when Hyrule tries taking him for a burial: It's not looting! They're fine, give them a few.

Lora, mildly annoyed as he wakes up and freaks out the rest of the Chain as Player sets him down: Alright, OW. *Looks at Wild* Was this what downed you the first time around? If so then I can definitely see why you don't like those things. Definitely not going to do a performance blunder like that ever again. Your monsters are officially the worst.

Four: What the- you were dead, we literally just saw you die!

Operetta, dragging herself out of the grave Warriors put her into, brushing dirt off her hair: Death is a social construct, now where is-

Player, handing her a spear: Here.

Lora, politely staying put so Hyrule can check him over, but scanning around for something: And what about-

Player, also handing him a sword: You really didn't think I'd let you guys lose those did you? Those are hard to get.

Lora, giving them a grin: And this is why you're my favorite dance partner.

Operetta, giving Player a considering look, before turning to Lora: Hey, Lora, you know I love you like a brother right?

Lora: ... Usually I'd say yes, but this feels like it will be followed by something I won't like to hear.

Operetta: Just answer the damn question Coloratura.

Lora, rolling his eyes: Yes yes, I know don't worry.

Operetta, nodding: Good, glad we have that covered. *Turns to the rest of the Chain with narrowed eyes* If none of you shape up and have the balls to confess and start a courtship with them, then either I'll help set them up with Link or add them to the royal family myself via marriage. Either way it's a win for me, you're heroes of courage! Show me that you fit the job description.

Lora, choking and dying again in the back with a stunned Player:

(No kidding she probably would just to mess with Lora or help things move along).

-Operetta would absolutely shank both of Villain Hyrule's Zelda's if Lora didn't already ballet or tango all over them just because they're her best friend's descendant, Cadence would help and persuade Octavo to help too, something tells me the Villain Chain and the Singularity would be very confused.

-Since Player is associated with Geese, and Swans are basically angrier versions of geeses (no joke, there's some black European Swans here in a park near my place and I've once seen those suckers body a man), Lora and a ballerina Player performing the Swan Lake Pax de Deux:

https://youtu.be/077BgT3h6As

Occasionally Operetta cuts in just to spice things up, taking the role of the prince for the giggles, also, can absolutely see Lora and a ballerina Player accidentally default to ballet moves mid battle to get each other away in his Hyrule, he'll lift them up, they'll tug him down, he'll spin them, they'll kick a bokoblin in the face middance (preferably with heels for maximum effect), or they'll tango with each other and they won't even realize they're doing it because they're so used to dancing with a partner they won't even get it, like they'll just straight up do the Firebird Suite or something: https://youtu.be/EC6MmmLKEmA

And literally any and all Links are just punching the air.

They'll also speak exclusively in musical references once Lora is all caught up with Player's musicals:

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Lora, deadpanning at Legend and his distrust of Player: You know, you keep calling them a witch, but I haven't seen them doing anything wicked yet.

Player, a little shit: I don't know I'm feeling a little Wicked right now, I could probably put you under a spell.

Lora, A Theater Nerd: Oh? Perhaps like nothing could bring you down?

Player: And I could probably do it non-stop!

Lora: You're like me, never will be satisfied by just a little huh?

Player: Not as long as you're mine.

Lora: Then how could I possibly say no to this?

Player: You couldn't, you got me helpless after all.

Hyrule, straight up stomping on Legend's foot, hissing: You just had to get them started again didn't you?

They're straight up unknowingly flirting with musical references (either platonically or not) and either some member of the Chain unknowingly joins in because they've been bit by the musical bug and delights the two theater nerds or the Chain straight up suffers until they run out of references to make.

-Lora definitely tries to set up Hyrule and Player every chance he gets, I don't make the rules.

I'll probably figure out more stuff for them later before this gets long.

On another note, Ancient Au crumbs:

-It's basically confirmed Fia/Seraph probably could use magic without the aid of a Sheikah Slate due to how his hand behaves, so he likely could do it on his own as well, I can definitely see him teaching Player how to tap into Zonai magic and, to escalate things further as she literally helped create it, Una teaches then how they can hack into Sheikah Tech since I headcanon it's a mix of Zonai magic and Sheikah magic and technology (Player riding into battle on a Guardian Una helped them hack into when the murder horse or their fluffy wolf buddy isn't nearby my beloved-)

-Dia (short for Ferdiad aka Fia's Ganon, named after one of the two warriors who could match Cú Chulainn) probably didn't stay with the Gerudo long after he earned his freedom in the coliseum, he likely met Fia after he earned his freedom as well and, after running through the same gladiator cycles, I feel like he'd snatch up any other unsuspecting and victorious warrior he could and form a mercenary band so they wouldn't have to return to that life again, probably asking Fia to tag along and Fia agreeing, because that way not only could he be near his shield brother but he could also keep finding strong opponents along the way which is a win-win, it was during one of those travels where they met Una who, after testing them both via what might have been a tech powered Lynel or a prototype of the Guardians, asked Fia to be both a bridge between her and the Zonai (since he's Macha's brother, Macha being his Aryll/Linkle and the Zonai leader through right of conquest) and her personal guard because that would give her more freedom to move around outside the castle and have the added bonus of no one trying to push guards on her and she having to come up with more and more ridiculous trials so she can turn them away, he agreed and they started traveling together or saw each other during their travels, until during one of those together Fia got the Master Sword, which is when Dia started getting worse due to Demise's curse intensifying and him being unable to resist after a while. Una tried separating him and Demise's spirit like how most Zelda's are separated from Hylia, but Hylia blocked her abilities off mid way when she saw what she was doing was not killing him, which caused the First Calamity. And for trying to go against 'fate' (but really just because Una defied her, rejected her and straight up tried to shank her because Una refused to kill Dia if there was any possible avenue of getting her shield brother back and didn't take well to Hylia trying to take over her body to do it or trying to have a go at 'encouraging' Fia), she blocked off her powers until she finally caved, when she saw that her shield brother was less Dia and more Calamity Ganon and after Fia/Seraph had to get a new arm and there wasn't much of a choice anymore. Plus I headcanon Una would be a history nerd the same way Flora is towards science, so she could probably trace back all the problems with all of the Links and Zeldas back towards Hylia and Demise if she kept digging, so she straight up loathes and dislikes them both equally.

(Not pictured:

Una, on her own murder horse with Craein, sharpening her spear, towards Fia, Player and the Villain Chain, in a Mean Girls tune: Follow me folks we're commiting deicide and vibe checking a goddess.)

She probably feels bad for Flora, because she feels it's her fault she wasn't able to get her powers earlier, but is also proud of her for doing it eventually and is super supportive of her scientific pursuits, also snorts at the whole 'praying to Hylia to figure out how to unlock her powers bit's because, and I quote "And what does your father know? No Zelda could hear her, she won't help you with that, you're a scientist aren't you? So do like I did, think like one, experiment, go wild, you didn't do anything wrong or aren't worthy or anything, you just need to look at it with a fresh perspective."

-Remember when I mentioned the Grettir thing? Grettir the strong was a warrior in an Icelandic Saga, know primarily for his many ghost punching feats, one day he killed an specially corrupted undead being (sound familiar?) Who cast a curse on him, the undead saying that while he couldn't take his current strenght away he could do other nasty stuff after the ghost wrestling with his second dying breath, declaring that Grettir would never be as strong as he was when facing him (Glam the undead by the way), that all his good deeds would turn sour and foster hatred and rejection towards him, and for bonus spice Glam nightmarish eyes will haunt him forever from within the dark and that Grettir's life would spiral into torment and isolation until he eventually died alone. By the way that's the etymological root of the word glamour.

That but it's Fia after the Calamity is sealed under the Castle, maybe he was either cursed or corrupted and, after tying up as many lose ends as he could with Una so Wild would have an easier time (not that it worked), and it motivated him to kill himself beneath Hyrule Castle to keep Dia down a bit longer, where Wild would eventually find his body and arm (and presumably where Player may meet him for the first time), just really ramp up the angst, maybe he did that so hopefully Wild would be spared that.

-Context on Craein, they're Ancient Au Player aka The Player with the no good, awful, very bad day of instead of being transported to the Chain and the Hyrules we know, they were Isekaied to Ancient Au with little to no context to help them with. Like think about it, Player, as a Zelda fan, was lucky to be transported mid LU and to Hyrule's we know, Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, even BOTW which is arguably the most dangerous one, they know them like the back of their hand due to playing a lot, they were lucky not to end in times we know little about like First's or the Hero of Men's, Craein didn't have that luck and so they had to adapt quickly and alone before running into Fia (well, more like he chased them down while they cursed him out because they were trying not to get involved in the plot, it's a whole story for another ask if you're interested), even joining a group of Gerudo bandits as a bard/distraction because Player probably would know a lot of stories (be they Hylian or myths from our world), they eventually get close to Fia, Una and Dia and help things run along before dying some time after Fia/Seraph lost his arm from getting corrupted by Malice and Hylia refusing to allow Una to heal them because Dink was interfering, they become a blight and either Fia or Una put them out of their misery, after their work is done presumably Player's Aid happens, Craein means 'Crane' and they're essentially the equivalent of 'guiding birds' in Irish Myth for being associated with knowledge and Lugh. They're essentially a more feral version of Player that, while not very good at fighting, can definitely hold their own, they're still a gremlin and besties with Fia and Una, but much more jaded due to the nature of Ancient Au, also probably was touched by Zonai magic rather than Sheikah magic.

(Not pictured:

Player, mildly horrified: Who the heck are you?!

Craein, laughing hysterically as they finger gun back from atop Fia's murder horse, after having ridden them straight into Dink and their hood fell off: You but more ✨Traumatized!✨~ Deck Hylia for me if you do see her alright? Also, stay away from any Malice you see, capiche?

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Villain/Yandere Chains: Oh by the goddesses, ♥️Player♥️, I have fallen for you-

Craein, slinging Player over their shoulder and going towards Fia on the murder horse, the man unamused and cracking his knuckles and Una straight up pulling a knife from her dress: Well don't. Stand the fuck up and leave them alone. Stand up!

Craein would straight up body any of them and Hylia, they're on their thirteeth reason after the Ancient Au and fear nothing anymore)

And that's that for now, tired and my brain is failing me, more Ancient Au and Cadence of Hyrule crew shenanigans another day, hope you're having a good day!

-Just a Tired Summertime Musician.

HEYA SUM GOOD TK SEE YOU DROP BY AGAIN!

First, I would like to start off that this version of Hylia is basically the version who just went "Ya know what, free will is for losers." And become known as the Tyrant Goddess in hopes of making the Golden Three proud by demanding complete obedience of everyone by deciding that she'll only let things considered "good" be part of her perfect little world. (She forgets that our Golden girlies don't care and she's just fucking over her people)

I'll be calling this version Martinet- girly almost completely tippes the scales of balance because she's got this deluded belief that she's doing the right thing by oppressing everyone and making them live under strict rules- Demise is literally the only thing keeping Martinet for turning not only Hyrule but the entire world into a police state.

Bro is still affliated with darkness too, all the Ganons are, he's just trying not to have the golden three wipe the entire face of existence because Hylia doesn't know how to behave.

So yeah, love that for her /s

ANYWAY

I feel with Player knowing that the two would come back from the dead it would still make them have a mental break seeing their corpses collapse onto the floor- sure, with age comes desensitisation but it's not stopping Player from flinching each time.

Also Player after Operetta's words just "🫢🫢😶😶🔇🔇"

Also also- Let Lora and Player be drama needs, they deserve it and a ballerina dance? Perfect for them, enough doubt Player can bend that way they'll certainly still try NFMWMDMSM

LOVING THE RETURN OF OUR FAVOURITE PREQUEL WILD CHILD 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 HE HAS BEEN MISSED AS HAS UNA AND DIA

Also loving Craein, give Player their protector, they've had enough, they've put on 20 years while still being 19 going on 20 NDNNQNXJW

[masonscig]

7/8/21 for your ask game! i'd love answers for both of them buuuuuut if i have to pick 8 and 21 for sofia and 7 for mason?

(if you like children i'd love to see your answer for 23 (for mason especially) too! but i know it's a topic some people feel strongly about so absolutely no pressure there <3)

- cami

CAMIIIIIIIIIII MY LOVE when i saw this in my inbox i was so giddy over it <3 MWAH kisses to you !!!

7. do they have any fears?

oooh this is such a good one... this question begs another one tbh, if you're fearless, then what truly scares you? when you're not used to processing feelings, because things don't bother you, what happens when they do? i think for mason, he's scared of the weight of his own feelings. it's not one that he's aware of at all – i think that's what adds to the scariness of it. it's a fear that creeps up on him when he doesn't expect it – it's subconscious. like why does he care so much that sofía is constantly in harms' way? why does he feel like his world crumbles when he sees her injured in b3? (we all know the answer to this but ofc he doesn't. dummy)

8. what do they think of unit bravo?

I LOVE THIS okay so sofía is getting closer and closer to admitting that they're her family and that she loves them – at first, she was welcoming and friendly with them like she is with everyone else, but it's kind of a customer service-esque facade. not a lot of people get to see past the professional mask she presents! individually, she definitely had a bit of a crush on nate and felix at first but quickly quelled those feelings in exchange for friendship – she's not very close to adam, but they're growing on each other. her first impressions of adam and mason were very similar – she didn't really like them. but by book 3 she considers felix and nate close friends, adam a respected teammate, and mason... it's too complex!

21. what does their apartment look like?

sofía's apartment is definitely her sanctuary! she never really felt at home in her mother's house, so she's bent over backwards to make her space home-y. dark interior, lots of bookshelves, and is always clean. with the bookshelves and the framed art + wall decorations, it can look a bit cluttered, but it's intentional! not quite maximalist, but it could be that someday LMAO (mason is very at home when he comes over KMDKDFD)

also 23 under the cut since this is getting long !!

23. how are they with children?

sofía is great with kids! moreso tweens than toddlers, because she spent a lot of years tutoring (all the way up till she was promoted to detective, actually), but if she had to choose an age group to babysit, it'd be 10-13 year olds. she's babysat for verda and eric before a couple times before, though, and they warmed up to her quickly! sofía also doesn't babytalk kids, bc she'd hate for them to think she was talking down to them (she remembers it happening too often when she was young by rebecca) so most kids in her life confide in her like she's their cool aunt KMDKDMKF for mason, i think that if he were tasked with taking care of a kid against his will, he would get it done, but he wouldn't be happy about it. i can't imagine that mason has been around anyone under 18 for a long time – his job doesn't call for it, so why does he need to be skilled in childcare – so it's a learned skill imo. i don't think he's malicious towards kids, he's just indifferent LMAO he's not awful with them, it's just that when you barely understand adult human needs... how on earth could he anticipate the needs of a child yk? this isn't part of the question but i wanted to specify anyways KMDFKMDFKM but i don't see mason and sofía having kids at all – they're happy with being godparents, and babysitting friends' kids at any time, but neither of them feel equipped enough to become parents tbh. plus, they don't feel like they're missing out on anything by not having kids, and... i don't want to get too into mortality talk since i'm dragging this ask out (SORRY), but as of rn sofía doesn't turn so... i don't think she would want to put that on potential kids yk? making the loss more painful than it has to be

twc ask game

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Right, so I did something properly mental the other day - I roasted some garlic. I know, absolutely groundbreaking stuff from your resident culinary genius. Thing is, I'm about as much a "garlic girl" as I am a bloody unicorn. Sure, I'll tolerate it in my pasta sauce like a normal person, but I'm not out here writing sonnets about it on Instagram like those insufferable food influencers who'd probably garlic-infuse their own bathwater if it got them enough likes.

Got the idea from some YouTube short because apparently that's where my life decisions come from now. We never did this growing up - Mom was more of a "if it's not from the meat section, we're not eating it" type. But I thought, fuck it, might as well give it a go. Had to make a whole lasagna to justify it though, didn't I? Because apparently just eating garlic bread alone would be too simple. Plus my husband loves lasagna. Me? I'd rather eat x from Account's mystery meat pasties. Speaking of which, saw this video about last meals and some nutjob picked endless lasagna. Mate, if you're about to shuffle off this mortal coil, at least pick something that doesn't taste like disappointment wrapped in pasta sheets.

But here's where it gets proper strange. Few years back, I was interviewing for this job after my ex proved what a massive bellend he was. And who's sitting there but this YouTube bloke I used to watch - you know the type, looks like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards but somehow pulls it off, always had this ginger cat wandering around in his videos.

The moment we locked eyes, I knew he recognized me recognizing him. Got this smirk on his face like he'd just won the normal-person lottery. Kept giving me these looks during the interview too, like the ones my husband gives me when he's thinking about doing unspeakable things to me in the kitchen. (Not while I'm cooking though - we learned that lesson the hard way.)

Didn't get the job, obviously. Apparently being attractive and competent is a disadvantage these days. But Captain Content Creator slipped me his number on a Dr. Pepper cup like we were in some indie rom-com.

We became mates after that. Turned out our grans were in the same knitting circle, because of course they bloody were. Then one day he rings me up sobbing because his girlfriend's been riding the London Eye with some American exchange student, if you catch my drift.

So there I am at his, learning to make fresh pasta like some discount Nigella Lawson. He'd learned it in Florence, probably while that same girlfriend was testing out Italy's local talent. It's all very dramatic - make a flour volcano, crack in some eggs, knead it till your arms feel like they're going to fall off.

Then... well, then everything went to shit. He got murdered at a petrol station, of all the fucking places. Just some random Tuesday night, wrong place, wrong time, wrong end of some psycho's gun. His whole family fell apart after that - mom got cancer, dad went and died skiing (which is possibly the most middle-class way to go), and his brother's just... existing, I suppose.

So yeah, lasagna. Made it from his recipe, spent half my Sunday watching pasta sheets dry like some kind of culinary voyeur. Turned out about as well as you'd expect - mediocre at best, definitely not worth the effort. But isn't that just life? You spend ages trying to recreate something perfect from your past, and it ends up tasting like regret with a side of disappointment.

Oh, and there was this other bloke - proper ghost story, that one. Went thrifting, bought him a camera because apparently that's what passes for romance these days. He mentioned his nan's stuffed shells, so naturally, I offered to recreate them like some demented pasta necromancer. Then he vanished faster than x's dignity at the Christmas party. Twenty quid worth of rennet down the drain and enough pasta to feed a small Italian village sitting in my freezer.

Mom ended up eating it though. Actually said it was "good and soft" which, coming from her, is basically a Michelin star.

So what's the moral here? Fuck knows. Maybe it's "don't try to impress men with pasta" or "don't trust YouTubers with pasta recipes" or just "don't make pasta, full stop." But we'll keep doing it anyway, won't we? Keep trying to make something meaningful out of flour and eggs and memories, even though we know it'll probably end in tears. Or murder. Probably tears though.

[vatt-world]

hi

And Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Know 'em both.

History?

Know it.

Wolf?

Heart, Mambo, plus I know all the new scenes

backwards and forwards.

Uh, please.

I'm sleeping with the director.

I basically blocked the whole show.

Well, I'm still the understudy last time I checked.

Honey, when Rebecca Duvall goes down,

everything's up for grabs.

You're gonna have to pry that part

out of my cold, dead hands. [Glasses clinking]

Mm. Really?

Well, I have one word for you… "Unstable."

/// was foolish. I made mistakes.

And get your ass to my rehearsals on time,

and stop messing about with your understudy.

In fact, stop messing about with me.

Another op'nin' of another show,

in Philly, Boston, or Baltimo'.

I like that. - I like you.

A chance for stage folks to say hello.

Another op'nin' of another

Take it, baby.

show.

// Listen, I have a really good idea

for a song, for Karen and Ivy.

We agreed the shadow selves weren't gonna sing, remember?

This is different, and it's already finished.

It's a number we wrote for Heaven on Earth

that got cut at the last minute.

It's a great number.

I'm not putting in a new song during tech, Tom.

Could you at least try to be open?

Why?

Ted, hey.

You're not called for another hour, are you?

I have to talk to you--both.

Everything okay? - Great.

Well, great for me. I got a pilot.

A pilot, great.

It starts shooting next week in Las Vegas,

//

I'm nervous.

You get nervous? You're Rebecca Duvall.

Yeah.

When I was your age, I thought I'd reach this plateau

and fear would stop.

I'd finally stop worrying.

But it never does.

It never goes away.

Great. - Yeah.

Sorry.

I can do this. - Honey…

Now? - Yes. // No one saw fit to tell me that my leading man has left the show?

Yeah, we just didn't want to worry you.

Worry me? Half my scenes are with Ted.

We preview in two days,

and you dump this on me in front of the cast?

I need a minute.

Rebecca! - Derek, I don't understand!

Rebecca, wait. - You don't help me.

You don't talk to me.

Because I don't have time, okay?

Look, it is tech. It will make you crazy.

It's all about the set and the lights.

That's what it is, all right?

Listen to me.

You go to wardrobe.

There's a hundred costumes that need fitting, okay?

// You know, Marilyn was always afraid of being a joke.

Well, that feeling of not being authentic,

having something to prove…

Use it.

Good.

Oh, and if I were you…

I'd think about using your star power.

Don't throw it around, though.

Revel in it. Find the joy in it.

It's your escape from the terror.

Okay.

Uh, that's usually my thing.

What? Oh, I was just--

It's okay.

There's nothing going on between derek and rebecca.

Everything okay? - Yeah. // I heard from Tom this morning how well things are going.

Derek staged the new number for the ensemble.

Things must be going well. If you have time to run into new york.

I'm just gonna say it. // But ultimately, it was your mistake.

Now, I don't think it's fair

to keep an entire production hostage over--

I'm not holding anyone hostage.

I have millions on the line.

I have everything on the line.

So do I! - Eileen.

Hi. What's, uh, what's going on?

// They call her Marilyn Monroe.

She's gorgeous. I bet she's really gonna hit.

Blondes are a dime a dozen in this town.

You're never gonna hear from her again.

I don't know, I think she's--

Okay, stop. S--just please stop.

It's not terrible.

Do not tell me it is not terrible.

It is truly dreadful.

Isn't my entrance yet?

Rebecca, how's that change coming?

I never said I was a writer.

And Julia isn't here to write it.

By the way, now she's probably never going to come.

If we hire michael, I don't know what she's gonna do.

There is no "If" about it.

She's gonna have to suck it up and be professional.

We can't expect Rebecca to rehearse without a leading man.

And I am not doing three weeks of previews

without a book writer or a lyricist.

Rebecca… Rebecca.

What is going on?

The evening gloves are hard to get on and off when she's sweaty.

// Tom, do you honestly think

I have never thought about all of this before?

I made a decision to do what I love to do,

and I accept everything that comes along with that.

Whatever happens next, I accept it.

This is what theater is.

It is joy one day, and it's gone the next.

It's like a religion,

and I don't apologize for wanting to be a part of that,

and I don't wish for something more.

I really don't.

You are…

my best self.

Oh, lord! // I just asked you to marry me, and you ran off to go to some party.

I didn't know there was a party.

Well, fine, but when you found one, you thought,

"Great, let's go and have a good time.

Forget about the stupid sod who wants to marry me."

Stop it. That isn't what happened!

Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed for you?

I could be in Washington,

but instead, I stayed in New York

and let Denby take a crowbar to my career

so you could be in this stupid show.

Don't ever call this show stupid.

Fine, it's a brilliant show.

Whatever.

You never said anything to me about Washington.

You're not the only one who can withhold information.

R.J. helped me to find a job in D.C.

Ugh, great, R.J. - Yeah, R.J.,

R.J. who at least makes the effort to listen to me.

Well, maybe you should go be with R.J. then!

I was with her! // tech love u finished pilot nervous dump stop trying we can get something else hostage please stop book writer learning love to do party

previews few notes fool's paradise killed new ending alright attention are u ok moving target totally unprepared

You need me?

I just had a few notes I wanted to go over…

About that follow light.

Follow spot.

You're adorable.

So you didn't think you had enough on your hands.

Ivy, Julia, Michael Swift, first preview tonight.

I have to make sure Rebecca has everything she needs.

If this blows up in any way, Derek,

I'll strangle you.

Here comes Ivy. How are you? // listen up, please. We have a lot to do today.

Now, I don't want anyone living in a fool's paradise,

but I would say we're in pretty good shape

for our first preview tonight.

All right, all right. Quiet.

You know I hate enthusiasm.

Very funny.

Hello, my darling.

Okay, we're gonna bounce around

a little bit on the notes today,

of which I have a significant number,

but as you all know,

//

You can't end a musical with a suicide.

But that's what she did. She killed herself.

There's a lot of theories about what she did.

I thought you wanted it darker.

I want it to work, darling, all right?

What if she had a reunion with her younger self?

What if Norma Jean came to visit her?

They did that in the HBO movie, didn't they?

Ashley Judd.

You saw that?

I saw everything. And you know what?

In everything, she dies.

Well, maybe she did,

but Bombshell is going to run forever,

and every night, that audience is going to rise to its feet

in a standing ovation.

Now, this is a three-performance weekend,

and we're gonna need that new ending

by Monday morning, and that's all there is to it.

She died!

She's really never been this mad at me.

You guys are like a married couple. // Rebecca needs my attention,

and I'm giving it to her.

Is there any other approach?

Is that all this is to you?

We're opening a show,

and you and I are professionals.

Yeah.

Yeah, we are.

That's why we do well together.

No one applauded. //

Are you okay?

Fine.

You don't seem fine.

Are you sleeping with Derek?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, are you interested in him?

No. It's just, Ivy's been seeing him,

so I'm surprised.

I didn't know.

Which one's Ivy again? // That's a big decision,

but there's work we need to do on the ending.

So don't leave town. No tweeting.

Keep your cell phones on. This is a moving target. // And second, Ivy… Ivy knows it better than I do.

You're the understudy.

No, they don't rehearse understudies

until after previews.

Aside from that week when Rebecca was late,

I haven't done it, and I'm totally unprepared.

Rebecca's probably coming back.

I want her to come back. I want her…

bombshell

[geeky-politics-46]

You Belong To Me - Part 2

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Part 2 to "You Belong To Me".

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Much to your surprise, & Stephen's, you discover you are pregnant. With twins. As the pregnancy progresses you start to feel everything is not as it seems.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - fingering, dubious consent, deception, manipulation, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, jealousy, language, toxic relationship, kinda cheating?, mention of potential pregnancy complications (minor)

Somewhat canon divergent as I wanted Tony alive, felt America should still be there, & I needed Wanda for the plot. Also some inspiration from AHS. Thank you so much for all the love you guys have given this piece. It means so much to me. At popular request this will now be a probably 4 part series.

"So how bad do you think he's gonna freak out?" 

You sat still stunned next to an equally shocked Wong in the library of the Sanctum Sanctorum, staring at a small white stick. It was resting on a fluffy pale blue/green hand towel. One end of the stick was covered with a royal blue cap. The towel created a sharp contrast against the rich polished aged wood of the table, the cap & the stick in contrast to the towel. The thing you both couldn't stop staring at however were the 2 pink lines visible in results window on the stick.

Wong pursed his lips for a second. Trying to figure out what response would be most likely from your boyfriend, Stephen Strange. 

"Well, I think you should definitely make sure he's sitting down first."

Without even turning to look at you he reached over to pull your hand away from your mouth. You had already chewed the cuticle on your thumb raw, you didn't need to get it bleeding. It was a habit you fell back into when you were anxious. Both Stephen & Wong had gotten into the habit of making you stop when they saw you doing it.

You huffed at him, less for making you stop & more because you didn't know what else to do. "I should make you tell him. You're the one that burst into our bedroom without knocking after I read the test results. What if you had walked in on us doing... something?"

"Yeah, I burst in because you screamed bloody murder. I thought you were being attacked. We still don't know who or what that was that trapped us last month, & things have been happening more often lately." 

You nodded slightly & grunted in agreement. Yeah, you couldn't be too mad about it. He was just trying to protect you. You also knew he was under threat from Stephen to watch you like a hawk when he wasn't there. 

"Plus it's not like I haven't walked in on you 2 doing things all over this place. More times than I care to think about. I still can't sit on that loveseat downstairs."

You turned to give a perturbed look at your friend, who to his credit did look slightly traumatized as he recalled the various places & positions he'd found you & Stephen in around the Sanctum. 

All of a sudden a golden spark appeared mid-air & quickly expanded to create a portal. Stephen quickly stepped through it, hands full with books & papers. The portal closing down as he started walking away from it.

He turned his head towards the 2 of you, both looking like you'd been caught red handed. You didn't dare reach for the pregnancy test to try & hide it. You were better off pretending it wasn't even there. 

As he moved to walk past he observed the scene & acknowledged you both, "Wong. Sweetheart." Before turning back towards where he was walking. 

You were about to exhale in relief that he hadn't seen the test when you saw him freeze dead in his tracks. He stood still for a couple beats & then started walking backwards. Turning his head back toward you once he stood in front of you. His eyes were giant.

He shifted everything in his hands to one side & pointed at the stick, "what's that?" His voice hesitant & curious at the same time.

Wong chimed in first, "what's what?"

Stephen narrowed his eyes at Wong & shot him a look that said 'do not screw with me on this'. He then turned to look you straight in your eyes before asking more pointedly.

"Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Umm... yeah." You tried to answer nonchalantly. As if he was asking about a book or an apple instead of a pregnancy test. 

"Is it yours?" He wasn't even sure why he was asking that. 

"No, it's Wong's. Yes, of course it's mine. I've been feeling really off the last couple of weeks, & I took the test more as a 'well that's an easy thing to rule out' thing &..." 

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth & sorta shrugged your shoulders. Did you need to say it? Surely you didn't need to say. You aren't sure you were ready to say it out loud yet. You went exactly unhappy about it, but you weren't exactly happy either. 

You certainly hadn't planned on it. At least not now anyway. You were always careful to never miss a pill, hell you even took them at almost the exact same time everyday. You knew they weren't a 100% guarantee, but you did everything in your power to get it as close to 100% as you could. Had you taken any antibiotics or something else that could have interfered with your pills? No. You or Stephen would have known. 

"...&?" Stephen's eyebrows raised in expectation. Waiting for you to finish your sentence. At this point he knew what the test said, but he needed to hear it out loud. He needed you to say it. 

Wong took the opportunity to answer for you. Throwing his hands up, a fake overexaggerated smile on his face, & said with a half statement half question, "congratulations!!!"

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Stephen had been surprisingly calm when you told him you were pregnant. Well, when Wong told him you were pregnant. Luckily the shock more or less wore off by that evening.

You were even more surprised when you woke up in the middle of the night to Stephen's hand resting on your low belly, a far off look in his eyes. He had a few silent tears running down his cheeks. A small smile on his lips. Quickly wiping away the tears & turning his expression stoic once again when he noticed you watching him. Pulling his hand away from you as he did.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him in a warm loving tone. 

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" 

You brushed his hair back & away from his eyes before bringing your palm to settle on his cheek. He leaned in to your touch & pressed a kiss to your palm. 

"Yeah, I do baby. You may not be the most outwardly loving person, but when you love someone Stephen you love with your whole heart. Nothing would stop you if they were in danger. That matters a hell of a lot."

"You know that whatever you decide I will be okay with. It's your body, it's your decision. I will support you & love you no matter what, but... I can't stop thinking about what having a baby, a family, with you would be like. I'm scared shitless, but I really want to do this with you."

"Yeah? Something about this just feels right doesn't it? I don't know why it does all of a sudden. I love you so much Stephen, & I want to have a baby with you. This baby."

You finished your declaration by placing his hand back on your low belly. Over the tiny thing that would develop & grow into your baby. A small piece of each of you forever joined. 

"You are gonna be an amazing mom, & I am gonna try not to be a total disaster of a dad." 

You rested your forehead against his as he sniffled. Failing to hold back his emotion. The two of you giggling at the new path you just agreed to walk together. Neither one of you ever thought you would ever go down this path. Until now.

His lips soon found yours. You could feel him smiling as he pressed sweet & loving kisses all over your face. His arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist. Pulling you down to lay on top of him. 

"Oh man, we are gonna need to baby proof everything around here."

His statement had you laughing. Your head falling forward against his neck. Nuzzling in you hummed in acknowledgement. Then you start nipping & kissing at him. Paying special attention to the spot that you knew got him going. 

A soft little moan escaped his throat. His arms wrapping around you tightly before you felt his hips buck up once into yours. Feeling him starting to harden underneath you made you grind back down against him. Your reaction brings a proud smile to his face.

"Ooo, those pregnancy hormones getting you all frisky already? Well you just let me take care of that. I'm gonna take good care of you sweetheart. I promise... But, I think maybe you should start calling me daddy right now." 

Stephen quickly flipped you over & playfully pounced on you. You both stayed lost in each other for the next couple of hours. He told you he loved you more times than you could count, & made you cum almost as many times. By the time you finally untangled from each other you were completely exhausted. It had been a very stressful day, but you were happy to have spent the last of your energy on Stephen. The love of your life.

As you snuggled into the covers you kissed Stephen's shoulder one more time before letting your head hit the pillow. Smiling as you closed your eyes thinking back to the moment all this probably happened. 

"Guess you got what you wanted with that whole 'fuck a baby into you' thing, huh? Took me by surprise, but fuck that was the best sex we've ever had. Definitely."

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to face you. He didn't remember saying that. Or anything like that.

"The incredible sex we had that day you had off. When you got back home." Your voice slowly grew quieter as each word passed through your lips, succumbing to a heavy sleep. 

It took him a moment to process what you had said. He had come home that day to find you fast asleep in your shared bed. You were naked, & he just assumed you had fallen asleep waiting for him. Maybe you had been fantasizing about him that day. Playing with yourself while he wasn't there. 

That thought tugged at his mind. He hadn't been there for you. He had been so wrapped up in trying to find the reason for his recurring nightmare. He hadn't been as attentive to you as he should have been. He was falling back on his old bad habit of pulling away when he was scared. He didn't want to tell you that the dream was of him losing you. From now on he was going to be better. He was going to be there for you. For you & for your baby.

A small smug smile now gracing the face of the sinister looking man who stood watching all of this from his own universe. Making sure his plan went smoothly. Thinking about the day he set everything in motion to get the thing he wanted most. You. 

He would be replaying that day he spent with you in his head once again. Savoring all the little noises you made. The way your skin felt against his. The way your lips felt. You had said it was incredible. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. 

As much as he despised watching another man touch you, defile you, he was playing the part perfectly. Being too stupid or naive to not see what was happening right before his eyes. Soon he would see.

Soon you would be free of that variant, you would be where you belonged. With him. 

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The first ultrasound went perfectly. Your pregnancy was confirmed, as was your due date, & a conception window. 

You weren't surprised to find out it was indeed that same week Stephen had attempted to take a day off. It had been a particularly busy week for you 2 bedroom wise, the pinnacle of which was that spectacular afternoon romp. 

Although a fresh wave of shock hit you both when you learned you were actually having twins. Not one baby, but two.

Wong promptly voiced his hope it was one of each, a boy & a girl. He also hoped they took after you, & not their father. He then proceeded to spill the beans to most of the other Avengers. Wanda was giddy since she was a twin. Peter was already begging to babysit, swearing that Ned & M.J. would be there to help. Then the shock of all shocks, Tony actually hugged Stephen while Pepper was already busy planning your baby shower. 

It was quite a sight seeing the world's mightiest heroes, super soldiers & assassins alike, argue over who gets to hold the babies first, who isn't allowed to hold them at all, & who will be the favorite aunt or uncle. They were all overruled on that last one by America & Wong. 

It was still early in your pregnancy, still well in your first trimester, & you tried not to put the cart before the horse. You wouldn't be finding out gender for a while still. You still told Thor that you would take his name ideas into consideration, nonetheless. Surprisingly, he suggested his brother's name. It was all very sweet.

All things considered though, your surprise pregnancy was off to a great start. You saw a love in Stephen's eyes for you that you had never seen before, & for a moment your world felt perfect.

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It wasn't long after that day that the dreams began. 

For a while they all started the same. Playing out like a scene from Phantom of The Opera.

You would find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, but now the age of the building was painfully clear. The formerly pristine building now dilapidated & crumbling. Paint & wallpaper peeling away from the walls, like skin shedding. Once polished wood now dull & splintering. Chunks of the walls & the roof were missing or the concrete was shattered like a spiderweb.

The chill in the once warm building only being amplified by the fact that you were always wearing only a silk nightie, never the comfortable shirt or pajamas you had gone to bed in. It was short with thin straps & usually white or ivory, occasionally black, trimmed with delicate lace. You felt exposed even just standing in the large room alone.

Only you weren't alone. You were never alone. He was always there, waiting for you.

Stephen was always there. Somerimes he lurked in the shadows before stepping forward. Sometimes he stood waiting on the grand staircase. Sometimes his voice echoed through the room before he appeared right behind you.

It was Stephen, but it wasn't. His skin was pale & dull. His eyes that were normally a sparkling sky blue were now a cold icy slate. His hair was out of it's usual perfect placement. Both his hair & his goatee were a bit longer. All of the warmth had been stripped from his face.

The first handful of times you dreamt of him a chill would run down your spine whenever your eyes would first find his. Goosebumps prickling up over your exposed flesh & your nipples becoming hard, visible through the thin silk.

His eyes now roving freely over your body. Part of you wanted to cross your arms over your chest & shield yourself from his predatory gaze, but part of you liked the hungry way he looked at you. Your body usually started to respond to him before you could make up your mind. It was still Stephen, & your body still wanted him.

Despite his ominous appearance, he always greeted you lovingly. Usually with a "hello sweet kitten" or "I missed you my love", as he brushed a thumb over your cheek & brought his lips to meet your neck. Inhaling deeply & taking in your scent before exhaling with a throaty groan. You were unsure if he could smell your growing arousal for him or if that was perhaps precisely what spurned on his reaction.

What happened next was always different, & in the beginning it consisted of actions far more than words. One goal was always apparent though. He wanted to worship & pleasure you.

Sometimes he would drop to his knees in front of you before trailing his hands & his lips up your legs before pulling one over his shoulder. Licking his lips as he eyed  your bare cunt already wet & now displayed for him. His fingertips gripping into the soft flesh of your ass to steady you as he brought his mouth to you. Always looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction as he began his first long slow lick over your pussy. From the base of your entrance to up & over your clit. Making sure there was no spot left unlaved by his tongue.

After that he became a man starved. Sucking & licking at your dripping sex with a ferocity that put you on edge within a couple minutes. The more you moaned the more ravenous he was. After a while when your fingers gripped tight in his hair, his hips begin thrusting against nothing as he growled & snarled against your pussy lips letting his nose nudge at your clit. Filthy praises falling from his mouth before bringing you to your breaking point with only his mouth.

"Your pussy tastes so good my love. So sweet & perfect. Want you to cum on my face kitten. Cum all over me. Fuck I need it kitten. Need you."

Other times he would lay you down on the stairs. Kissing you passionately as his long skilled fingers worked in & out of you. The sinful wet sound that was made with each curl of his fingers inside you making you both more needy. Again he would whisper the lewdest things to you in the most adoring way. Pulling whimpers from you as he thrust harder & faster, his thumb dragging over your clit.

"So tight sweet girl. This pussy is just for me isn't it? Listen to that. She's so wet, & she's squeezing my fingers so tight. So perfect. Love you & love this tight little hole. Wanna stay buried in it forever."

It didn't stop there either. He had you bent over the banister face & fingers working you to climax over & over. Pulling you down to ride his face as he lay on the marble floor. Sitting in his lap on the stairs with your back to his chest, one hand fingerfucking your juicy pussy & the other down your nightie teasing at your nipple. He has made you cum countless times on every surface in the foyer & in every position he can think of.

He had also begun professing his love for you during your nocturnal romps. Saying that he would destroy a thousand universes & collapse every dimension if he had to to be with you forever. It only added to the intensity of the dreams.

You assumed pregnancy hormones are what's causing the vivid dreams. You knew when hormone levels change, your libido does too. You can only imagine it would be amplified when you were pregnant with twins. If this was the trade off for weird cravings & some morning sickness you were okay with it. 

The sex you were having with Stephen when you were awake was even better lately too, more intimate & passionate. He was more outwardly loving too. Standing behind you & wrapping you in his arms as he talked to Wong or Tony. His hands resting on your belly that was now slowly starting to grow. Holding your hand & kissing you more when you were out together. It was a win/win as far as you were concerned. You were suddenly drowning in affection from your man, the father of your babies, both awake & asleep.

Even though there were some days you woke up to him staring at you with a worried look. He always brushed it off as you were saying weird things & talking in your sleep. His expression grew even more clouded when you said you were dreaming about him. 

On those days he seemed unusually anxious. Like there was something waiting around every corner. You thought it was the realization of becoming a parent seeping in. The sudden contradiction of seeing you, thinking of you as both a lover & a mother. To be honest whenever you had a bad day recently that was the reason why.

After about 2 months of nightly rendezvous with your dream Stephen you start to wonder why your brain had decided to have only you on the receiving end so far. Not that you weren't enjoying it, what woman wouldn't, but you certainly enjoyed taking care of Stephen too. Getting him to whimper & moan your name. You also realized that you had never fucked your dream Stephen, & that you really wanted to. 

Whenever you had tried to touch him in your dreams, stroke him through his robes or started getting down to your knees to suck him off he always pushed your hand away or pulled you back up. Saying it was about your pleasure. You knew he wanted you, & that he was so hard each time it had to be painful. Occasionally getting carried away thrusting & grinding against your hip. The only thing stopping him from cumming was the fact that he inevitably got you there first.

You wanted to pleasure him. You wanted to fuck him. You needed to. 

The next week you didn't dream of Stephen at all, the first lengthy span without your nightly forays with him. You were missing him terribly. You found yourself snapping at Wong & Stephen, even at Peter & America. 

You began pulling away when Stephen went to hold you. Telling him his cologne had started making you nauseous. You even found yourself sobbing on the bathroom floor because you missed him. Despite the fact that he was right there. You didn't understand why this was happening. Why did you crave the man in your dreams like he was a drug, when you felt a growing aversion to the man on the bathroom floor with you? They were the same man. Weren't they?

You had thought your ultrasound appointment would make you feel better. Closer to Stephen again. Seeing the product of your love for each other still safely growing in your womb. Or at the very least maybe you could find out if these feelings & mood swings were normal. The crying was mentioned in the books, the desperate need to have your partner's darker dream self to rail you into next year was not.

Stephen felt you were struggling too. He just didn't know what was causing it. He feared it had something to do with whatever had been so interested in you it had bested both the current & former Sorcerers Supreme just to get to you. 

Your behaviour had changed recently. When you slept your astral form fought against your body, like it was being pulled from you. The few times he had witnessed it it scared him. Then the way you looked at him had changed. Seemingly overnight. It didn't feel like normal pregnancy problems.

He & Wong had begun scouring even the smallest shred of text trying to find something, anything to help them find a lead. Wong loved you like a sister, & having recently decided himself that he was the rightful godfather to your children, he wasn't going to let any harm come to either of you. They were close to asking Bruce & Tony for help, not sure exactly what they even could do to help.

Both of you sat in the exam room, nervous energy rolling off you both. Well, he sat. You were laying on a table covered in paper & had to pee like a racehorse. Stephen could sense your unease. You looked over to find his eyes trained on you. He stood up & pulled one of your hands to him, holding it to his chest. Moving to run his other hand through your hair & kiss the top of your head.

He kept his face in your hair & whispered "I know that you're having a hard time right now, & I know I can't magically make everything better because I checked." 

He smiled when he heard you snort a laugh at his comment before continuing, "but I will do everything in my power, & in Wong's power, to make this easier & more comfortable for you. I don't like seeing you upset sweetheart. Okay. I love you." 

You let him cradle your head to his chest.

"I love you too Stephen. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to everyone. I just haven't been sleeping well I think."

"Well you are having 2 of Stephen's kids. I expect that's a lot of sarcasm for 1 person to carry." 

A voice from the doorway pulled both of you to look that way. Christine's head popped around the door as she gave it a little knock at the same time. A large friendly smile on her face. 

As stupid as it sounded, now that she was happily married felt far less threatened by her. She really was very sweet. One of those people you can't help but like even if you don't want too. 

She had made a point of telling you how good you were for Stephen & that you had the patience of a saint to put up with him. You actually enjoyed spending time with her. You had even had a couple girl's lunches & dinners together.

She quickly stepped to the side moving into the room as the door opened farther & your doctor came in behind her. Your doctor gave a couple quick hellos to everyone in the room & went through a quick reminder of how everything worked.

While the doctor started prepping the ultrasound machine Christine walked over to you & Stephen. She gave you a tight little squeeze before addressing Stephen directly. She was mostly grilling him about how he was taking care of you. However you couldn't help but start to dissect the expressions on their faces, looking for any hidden emotions. 

He was smiling back at her. A genuine wide smile that made the crows feet at the outer corners of his eyes appear. His blue eyes trained on her as she spoke. 

His hands were still holding you but his fingers no longer moved back & forth to soothe you. 

A wave of green started pulling you down deeper & deeper into a pool of sudden jealousy with each second. You were starting to spiral, even as part of your brain tried to bring you back to reality.

Of course he had been infatuated with her. She had a warm sweet smile that reminded you of a Disney princess, she was smarter than you could ever dream to be, & just to top it off she was so beautiful she could be a model tomorrow. How could you even think you could ever compare? Maybe you were a placeholder, someone to keep him from getting lonely until he could maybe have another shot at her. Would he leave you if he had the chance to be with her? Would he leave your children? 

No. He wouldn't do that. Would he? Part of your mind yelled back no, trying to pull you from your destructive paranoid thoughts. You were well aware that you were reading far too much into it, & that Stephen's interactions now with Christine were simply as a friend. Yet part of you now questioned even the smallest gesture. Told you to push Stephen away before he could confirm your dark thoughts & tell you the thing you most feared.

Thankfully, your doctor interrupted both the conversation & your mental spiral. Christine told Stephen a quick goodbye & gave you another small hug, saying to call her if you needed anything & Stephen couldn't help. You thanked her, even though at the moment you would rather put your hand in a bear trap than let her into your house. With that she excused herself & headed back to do her rounds.

The doctor began applying the conductive gel to your stomach as you held your shirt out of the way. Stephen leaned down to kiss your forehead as you jumped at the cold sensation. The fetal heartbeats automatically became audible as the doctor placed the transducer over your uterus. 

"Alright, 2 heartbeats. One seems to be stronger but both are in regular rhythm. Nice clear sounds. Let's see if we can get a good angle to see both of them clearly."

She turned the monitor so you & Stephen both had a clear view. Not that you could quite tell what was what. It was easier than last time though. The blobs were starting to look more like people. 

The doctor began shifting the transducer back & forth on your skin. Tilting it one way, then the other. The longer she moved it around the more her face started to worry you. A neutral expression dropping in on itself. Her eyebrows furrowed a little & her lips pressed tighter together. Eventually Stephen cleared his throat as a way of questioning what was going on.

She finally decided on a position to hold the transducer in & turned her attention back to you. She made sure to put on a reassuring face & it made the bile start to rise in your throat. 

"So pregnancy with twins can be a little different than a regular pregnancy, more difficult, for the obvious reason that you are trying to split the resources between 2 babies instead of one. Something that can happen is that one fetus can begin to develop & grow faster than the other because they are taking more of the resources mom is providing. The other fetus staying smaller. That seems to be what we have happening here with your twins."

She directed your attention back to the ultrasound monitor & began pointing to different areas of the black & white image displayed. 

"This is baby number 1. You can see a bit more detailed development, even some little fingers right here, but what is very apparent is its size relative to baby number 2. This right here is baby number 2, as you can see this fetus is significantly smaller than its sibling with less development clearly visible. This is called selective fetal growth restriction."

You noticed Stephen's hand was gripping your's tighter than before. The question both of you had was clearly readable on your faces. Before either of you could make yourself ask it out loud, the doctor began to answer. 

"Now just because baby number 1 is hogging the nutrients right now doesn't mean that the other baby or mom is in imminent danger. Most times what happens is that the distribution evens out & baby number 2 catches up. Baby number 2 might still stay slightly smaller but develops normally & birth goes smoothly. There are of course some cases where that doesn't happen, & both mother & babies are at risk. So I want to keep a close eye on you as your pregnancy progresses. This does put you at higher risk for some complications as well as being potentially put on bed rest prior to birth, & potentially need for preterm delivery. I also recommend that if by your next ultrasound we are not seeing much progress catching up from baby number 2 we do some more testing including a fetal echocardiogram & DNA testing."  

At that point you stopped listening, you heard what she was saying but you couldn't process the meaning of the words. You remember her handing you the ultrasound pictures & scheduling your next appointment. It was going to be far sooner than you originally thought. You remember getting home. It all felt like it was in slow motion or you were suspended under water. Your mind was on the 2 little ones in your womb. They were all that mattered in the moment. The mood swings & breakdowns, the weird territorial thoughts with Christine, none of that mattered. 

When you got home Wong & America promptly stole the ultrasound photos from Stephen & began cooing over them. They would undoubtedly be plastered all over the fridge doors in the Sanctum, the Avenger's Compound, & the Kamar-Taj. 

You & Stephen spent the evening together in your room. You just wanted him to hold you. Even though you knew that he would now be up in the middle of the night doing the work he should have been doing then. 

This wasn't a serious complication with your pregnancy & Stephen did his absolute best to assure you that everything would be alright, but as hot & cold as your moods were swinging even the smallest things felt like earthquakes. You weren't sure.

Even though your brain was still racked with worry over your babies, at some point you willingly fell into a deep sleep. It had been an exhausting day. Partly because the two little monsters you were carrying took up most of your energy. Partly in the hopes that maybe tonight you would see him again. That maybe the man you had been missing so much, dream Stephen, would be there to comfort you.

As soon as your mind slipped through the veil between the world's of the waking & sleeping, into the subconscious mind, you found yourself in a familiar place. You were in the crumbling Sanctum once again, but this time instead of the grand foyer you found yourself standing in the bedroom you shared with Stephen.

This was the first time you had seen another part of the Sanctum in your dreams, & it's appearance matched the foyer. The drapes were merely tatters of fabric, the wooden bed frame rough & battered. Even the linens on the bed looked a bit threadbare. The light in the room somehow accenting & pulling even more focus to the large bed that sat in the middle of the room.

You reached over the footboard of the bed & ran your fingers along the heavy fabric of the duvet. Your fingertips feeling the small snags & tears of the old ornate covering. You usually never touched anything in your dream besides Stephen himself. Or if you did you were usually too far gone to pay much attention. It was all so incredibly detailed for a dream. It felt so real.

You pulled your hand back from the bed & hopefully, or maybe tentatively called out. "Stephen? Are you here?" 

You were only met with silence. You called his name again, hoping that he was here somewhere. Waiting. Willing him to be there. Needing to get your fix of him.

"I've missed you terribly this last week, kitten. Did you miss me?" He entered the doorway of the bedroom & slowly walked to stand behind you. He let his arms slowly thread around your waist, placing his hands to rest on your growing baby bump. Bringing his lips to your neck & starting to place small featherlite kisses.

"Missed you so much Stephen. You have no idea. It's been so hard. Why does it feel so different to be in your arms here, in my dream, that it does when we are awake?" 

You were still trying to workout the feelings you were now suddenly beset with. The aversion to Stephen during the day, the sadness that clouded your mind when you weren't here, the sudden suspicion & anger towards Christine, & the new fear for your babies. They began to drift away like clouds when you were here. Eventually all you could feel was him & the pleasure he gave you.

"Well my love, I guess you could say that we are pieces of each other. Forever linked in both dreams & when awake. By now you should know that his devotion, his desire for you cannot compare to what I can give you. To what I would give to our little ones. You saw the way he looked at Christine earlier, deep down he will always be hung up on her. He doesn't know that he has a goddess in his bed every night. I will never let you feel like anything less. I will never so much as cast my gaze onto another."

He had finally acknowledged your pregnancy. It had never been mentioned before. A few lingering touches on your belly had been the extent of it. A small moan left your lips as your head dropped back to lay on his shoulders. Letting Your hands rest over his on your bump.

At some point you stopped listening to exactly what he was saying. Letting the melody of his voice wrap around you. His touch was like a hit or heroin right to your bloodstream. 

If you had been listening your blood would have run cold at some of  the words he said. Making his true origin & intent known once he knew he had you snared in his web.

"You are so strong my love. I know today was frightening. Our child clearly overpowering that with his weak constitution. When I placed the charm to help my own seed take root it was never part of my plan for you to conceive with him as well. For him to have you as well. It's just one more thing that he has messed up. I will cherish that child too though. It's still a manifestation of my love. Of our love."

"Need you Stephen. Need to feel you. Need you inside. Please let me please you first though. I need to touch you."

"That is exactly why I was forced to stay away from you kitten. I needed you to need me. I needed you to crave me the way I crave you. Now, my good girl, take what you want.  I want to watch you as you please me. Show me you are mine. Show me your devotion."

You bit your lip & turned to face him. His nostrils flaring as you brought you hand to caress his half hard cock through his pants. Groaning lowly as you felt him grow stiffer under your touch. You swore he felt bigger than normal. 

Gripping onto his hips for support you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, staring up at him with big doe eyes silently asking for permission to undo his pants. Your hands caressing his thighs as you waited. He purposely held back for a moment, suspense bubbling beneath your skin until he nodded & began running his hands into your hair. 

You quickly set to work undoing the buttons as he started removing the rest of his robes. Soon leaving him bare in front of you. His hard leaking cock was flushed & standing proud before you. He was deliciously thick & long, A long raised vein was visible throbbing along the underside. 

Sticking your tongue out you placed a long slow lick along his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head & sucking lightly. Humming in delight at his taste on your tongue. You brought one hand up to grip the base of his cock as the other one moved to cup his balls, rolling & massaging them in your fingers. 

Licking up & down the sides of his shaft before sliding him down your throat. Slowly starting to bob up & down taking all of him inch by inch. Gazing up at him through your eyelashes as you felt his length hit the back of your throat. You held yourself there & worked to swallow around him. You managed to pull a ragged whimper from him. The erotic sound making you moan in response. The vibration it sent through his cock made his fingers move back to grip your hair tighter.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a perfect sweet angel, & yet you suck my cock like such a filthy little whore. You love it don't you? I can smell that pretty pussy getting all drippy just for me."

Sucking him down over & over, the slurping sound you made getting louder with each action. His hips starting to thrust him farther into your throat making you gag lightly every time he bottomed out. Making sure to lick up over his tip as you came up each time. Eventually pulling back to swirl your tongue around the ridge of his head. 

You knew he was getting close to losing control. Unsure if he would stop you or let himself cum down your throat, you pulled your mouth off of him completely. As you started stroking his cock that was now slick with your spit you dropped your head down to eagerly lick & suck at his balls. Your tongue sweeping back & forth repeatedly. Teasing the same spot right between them. Your entire body was now hungry with need for him. 

You needed him to fuck you. You needed to feel him. So you started whining little pleas against the velvety flesh of his member. Dragging your lips back & forth with wet kisses & small sucking pops before swallowing his length between your pleas.

"Wanna fuck you Stephen. You've never fucked me here before. Please. I need more of you. I need to feel you. Need you in my pussy."

After taking his cock down your throat one more time he began to pull you up from your knees. He crushed you tight to his chest. Noticing how different this felt now that your belly was starting to swell. He let one had rest on your low back holding you against him, the other slid up your arm to tilt your chin upwards. So your eyes met his. A dark desire burning behind his blue irises.

"If you want me, I need you to tell me that you want it. That you want me. Beg for me to own you completely. Tell me you are mine & you will only be mine." 

His voice had now sunk into a lower octave. His movements became like those of a jungle cat. His muscles constantly coiled & ready to pounce.

His lips began caressing yours soft & gently as he slid his palms up your thighs, pulling the silk fabric of your nightie up your soft curves before pulling back to lift it over your head. Discarding it somewhere on the debris laden floor. Your body now completely displayed for him. Taking a moment you let each other explore the planes of each other's bare flesh. Looking each other up & down.

Your voice soft & breathy following his command, "Please Stephen. I want you so bad. I want you to take me. All of me. It's all yours. Fuck me Stephen. Please fuck me." 

As he brought his lips to yours you let your fingernails start to dig into his biceps. His body gently guided you to the bed, magically pulling the covers back with a wave of his hand. His eyes never left you. Your kisses deepened & became more passionate as you both climbed into the bed.

Stephen grabbed at your breasts & began placing open mouthed kisses on your neck as he lowered you to lay on your back. His solid frame poised over yours, his lips shifting down to run across your nipple. Swiping his wet tongue over it as he passed. His fingers moving lower to slide against your labia. Soft, warm, & sensitive to his touch. Each stroke of his hand coaxing the wetness from between your lips.

Once his fingers were coated, you watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. Using your arousal to stroke himself. The sight of your slick glistening on his cock making you groan needily & press a deep kiss into his lips.

He began guiding you onto your stomach, bringing his knees to rest in between yours. Once he was positioned kneeling behind you, Stephen pulled you up to lean against him. His chest pressing hard to your back with one arm wrapped around your chest & his other holding your waist. His hard cock now slotted between your wet pussy lips gliding through your soaked folds with each rock of his hips.

The friction of his cock felt both delicious & somehow forbidden. The lure of it making you all the more desperate. You started to scratch at his thighs trying to get him to angle his cock up & into your aching hole. A pained "please Stephen" falling from your lips in between moans.

He momentarily stopped all his movements pulling a desperate whine from you. To take you properly, to start the process of pulling you from your universe into his, he needed you to declare your desire to be his & his alone.

So with his lips pressed to your ear he whispered, "Tell me you're mine darling. Mine & only mine. Tell me you want to be with me for eternity. Just you & me, & our babies. All you have to do is say it, & then I can give you everything you dream of."

His words held the same allure of the apple that tempted Snow White. The shiny promise of a perfect life with Stephen & your children. The picture playing behind your eyelids felt all the more real as his warm hand that wrapped around your wrist moved to hold your growing belly. A happy life with Stephen had grown to be the thing you desired most.

So you said yes. You gave yourself over to him. You bit into the luscious red apple presented to you. 

"All yours Stephen. Always. Want to be in your arms, with you forever. You & me & our little family."

A deep dark growl erupted from his chest as he pulled back & plunged himself deep inside you. He fucked you deep & slow. Each thrust practically lifting you up off of your knees & up off the bed. Your bodies stayed pressed together, his grip around you only tightening as he got closer to his climax. The only movement he made was to lower one hand down to toy with your clit making sure your pleasure stayed in sync with his own.

Even as his speed increased his thrusts stayed as deep as they could. Wanting to keep as much of his cock in your warm wet heat for as long as he could. Your body shuddering & on the verge of tears as you felt a heat explode inside you. Your cunt fluttering & clamping down around him causing him to cum right behind you. His cum coating your inner walls & claiming you from the inside out. Just like he had done in your bed before.

He brought your limp body to lay down in front of him. You were barely hanging on to consciousness, & still blissfully unaware this was far from a dream. 

Now would come the hard part of telling you that. Telling you that he was every bit as real as the other Stephen was, & that you had just promised yourself to him. That he was in fact the reason you were pregnant, even if his variant got lucky & his sperm managed to hitch along for the ride. 

You had said the things you needed to say. That exclamation of love, the wish to be with him, that would allow him to finally finish pulling you from one universe to another. As soon as you gave birth he would bring you home along with your newborns. The rest of his empty universe would no longer matter. His world would once again be full.

He brushed back a piece of your hair & swept it away from the space behind your ear. On a little patch of skin, just below your hairline, in a spot not easily visible, he let his magic create a small glowing symbol. A rune that marked you as his. An invisible claim to create a deeper connection that bound you to him & warded away others. 

Smiling to himself he leaned down letting his lips touch the seemingly invisible mark. He couldn't help but think of all those nonsense fairytales kids are told growing up. He was a far cry from a prince even if you were his princess, but he couldn't avoid the symbolism that his magic was now sealed with true love's kiss.

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It was unbeknownst to you or Stephen that in your universe at the very same moment the two of you slipped over the edge together, Wanda was snapped awake in a cold sweat. Sitting up stick straight desperately clawing to hold on to the image she had just been shown. Her skin was prickling & her breath was quick. Like she had been pulled from a nightmare. Except she wasn't that lucky. She knew this was no mere nightmare.

Vision quickly sat up next to her, he didn't actually sleep but would put himself into a standby mode while Wanda slept so he could be next to her, taking a moment to asess her demeanor. He reached a hand out & placed it on her shoulder. He gently started rubbing his thumb back & forth trying to soothe her. 

He spoke in a soft voice, encouraging her to open up about what had her so unnerved. 

"Wanda, darling, what is it?" 

Placing her hand over his she turned over her shoulder to face him. Her eyes were wide & brimming with tears that had yet to begin falling. The normal flush of her cheeks had drained as she processed what she had just seen in her mind.

"Something is terribly wrong."

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One Dance (Last Part) || Doctor Strange x Fem!reader.

Word count: 7.6K WARNINGS: None? A/N: To all the people who's read part 1 and 2, thank you so much. I enjoyed reading your comments, I really appreciate the each and everyone of you. I really had a hard time writing this one. I tend to ovethink the character's emotions, making sure it's accurate and realistic, I lost a bit of sleep on this one. So many ideas just came in my head, which might resort to me writing one-shots.

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"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for (Y/N, L/N)?" A young part-timer in a baseball cap asked the receptionist, a medium-sized assorted flower box in hand. It was filled with preserved white hydrangeas, lavender baby's breath and pastel pink roses. The other nurses and doctors turned their heads to look for you, it was probably the hundredth time someone's sent you flower boxes and other people are starting to get curious about the secret admirer behind it. 

"Again? Give that to me. She's doing open heart surgery right now, I'll pass it on to her after."  Juliet, your best friend and the cardiac ward's nurse unit manager, reached for the box, being careful with it.

"Oh uh, and this too." The kid sets an envelope sealed with wax and slides it across towards your friend then left without saying another word. 

Juliet's brows arched, feeling that that was weird. She took the envelope as well and went to the women's changing room where your locker is and left it on top of yours. 

••• 

You stood beside Dr. Blake, one of the main consultants in cardiology. You were performing this surgery under his supervision and he wasn't surprised when you needed no prompting about the delicate procedure of the coronary bypass. 

The first three months were tough but after your emotions had settled, you wasted no time sticking your nose into research and books that you've put those feelings under the carpet, making yourself believe that you're finally free from the grief of losing your relationship with Stephen. And because you focused on your work, you’ve excelled in your profession at an alarming rate, very noticeable amongst your peers.

"(Y/N)!" Dr. Blake found you and ran to catch up, you turned around to see the man jogging towards you. You began walking again after he caught up, "So, do I have an answer yet?" He asked.

You raised your brows, looking up at the taller figure beside you, unsure of what he meant by that, "Answer to what exactly?" 

"The New Year's Eve ball at The Peninsula Hotel?" He reminded you with a sheepish smile. Don was roughly the same age as you, a brilliant doctor like Strange was but minus the ego and arrogance.

Your eyes lit up as soon as you remembered, "Oh right! I'm sorry I completely forgot about that… I don't know, Don." You gave him an apologetic smile, "I agreed to work on one of the intern's research papers–"

Don clicked his tongue and stood in front of you, "(Y/N), it's only for one night, it won't hurt to come. Plus, I reckon your intern will go out partying and you'll be at home doing their work? Sounds unfair to me." He squints his eyes, tapping his chin playfully.

'Could Dr. Blake please come to Cath four please. Dr. Blake please come to Cath four.' The PA announced through the speakers.

"Think about it, you have one day left." He began to walk backwards pointing at you before running away to where he was needed. 

You sighed and headed towards the women's locker. You fished your phone out of your pockets to find a text from Juliet, it said: 'Hey Miss Popular, I left yet another beautiful box of flowers over your locker, and a letter. If you're in the mood to spill some tea then I'm in my office. xo.'

You hurriedly enter the locker room to find the flowers there, as well as the letter. Whoever was sending you those were really persistent, you opened the letter carefully, not wanting to ruin the beautiful seal, you pulled the letter out and there was a message in the middle of the textured paper.

'At new year's eve, meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses.' 

You chuckled to yourself, knowing full well about the identity of this person.

•••

You slapped the letter down on Juliet's desk before sitting down, looking at you surprised, "It's Dr. Blake." 

Juliet's eyes flickered between you and the letter, eyes widening and snatching the letter to read it, "Meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses." Juliet gasped in excitement, "Oh my god! But how do you know?"

"He's been pestering me to be his date at the new year's eve party, even just a few minutes ago. Ugh." You combed your hair back with your hands before burying your face in the crook of your elbow, shaking your head at Juliet who had her lips pressed as if trying to prevent a squeal. 

"(Y/N), you can’t stand him up, not when he made all of this effort. It boggles my mind how blind you are to his signs." She leaned back and crossed her arms.

"He's been giving me hints? I honestly can't tell, he's so nice to everyone. I can't tell the difference." You shrugged.

"Ugh… Jesus help me. Okay, first of all, his body completely turns to face yours when talking, two, he always drops what he's doing every time you need help and three, whenever you approach him and his friends, they leave, it's like they're giving you some alone time." Juliet said, almost growling, trying to get it through your dense head.

"And you know all of this because?" 

"I'm very observant, love, there’s not a thing I don't know about what's going on in my ward." Juliet leaned in, narrowing her eyes at you, "So are you going?" 

"Okay fine, only if you are!" You took the letter back and Juliet pulled a smile of success. 

"Me? Miss out on one of the biggest parties in New York? Are you really my best friend (Y/N)?" Juliet blew a raspberry and waved her hands dismissively.

•••

The elevator doors slid open into the basement parking lot, the place was full since it's now the morning of the thirtieth. You just couldn't wait to go home and sleep, you've had two long operations and your body is knackered. You carried the flower box with one arm as you approached your car. Turning your head cautiously because of the random noises that echoed in the quiet space. You picked up your pace and unlocked your SUV, carefully placing the flowers on the backseat of your car. 

You turned towards the driver's seat, then noticed a piece of paper that was pinned under the wipers of your car:

Of all the things  I can do on this earth, I just want to build a bridge from my heart to yours.

You read the note, looking around suspiciously before crumpling the paper and shoving it in your pocket. A lot of weird things have been happening to you lately, this one included. It feels like everytime you say you needed or wished for something, it coincidentally happens. 

One time you were studying in the library, and quietly told yourself that you needed coffee when out of nowhere, a group of volunteers started giving free coffee for everyone. 'Take it easy.' Was written on the cup, as if reminding you to take a break from being stuck in a book.

The next one was when your car broke down and you had no choice but to catch the train instead. Something urgent came up at work and they needed you asap, you were running to catch the train, its doors almost closing when suddenly the electricity malfunctioned for a few seconds causing the train doors to reopen, giving you time to hop on, preventing you from being late.

The most memorable one was probably when you were out on a jog, feeling at your lowest after failing to save a patient, blaming yourself even if it wasn’t your fault. You were catching your breath, on the verge of a breakdown when a stranger came up to you and gave you a single flower, which was coincidentally your favourite one. She gave you a piece of advice, "Some things are out of your control." She said, giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder before walking away. A beautiful emperor butterfly landing on your flower shortly after.

You sat in your car in deep thought about the weird coincidences, "I just need sleep." You pinched the bridge of your nose, "This is nothing." You started the ignition and drove slowly out of the car park. The radio transitioned from white noise to clear audio as you exit the parking lot. Your phone failed to connect to your car again, leaving you no choice but to listen to what the radio has to offer. 

'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you. I should be over all the butterfl–' You flicked the button on the wheel to change the station, you avoided listening to love songs because everytime, your mind lands back to Stephen and for the last eight months of putting your feelings aside and distracting yourself with work, you weren’t really a thousand percent over him– even though that's what you've been telling you friends.

'But if I let you go, I will never know what my life would be holding you close to me–' Flick. 

'So tell me what I'm to do whenever, I'm missin' you? Tell me, do you love me? I, I–' Flick. 

'Maybe it's intuition, but some things you just don't question, like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant–' Flick.

'So why does your pride make you run and hide? Are you that afraid of me? But I know it's a lie, what you keep inside, this is not how you want it to be.' You glared at the radio and slammed the off button, giving you serene silence. You released a heavy breath as you delicately stopped your car at the red light, feeling annoyed that the universe might be teasing you. 

A convertible pulled up beside you, a middle aged man singing his heart away as music blasted from his speakers,"Although we've come… to the end of the road, still I can't let go, It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you!" 

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes and banged your head on the steering wheel.

•••

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but still you couldn’t fall asleep. You turned to your side again, opening your eyes this time. In the corner of your room, you noticed the box full of Stephen’s belongings that you didn’t have the guts to return, scared that you might come back to square one if you see him up close.

You remembered standing at the landing of The Sanctum for who knows how long, carrying a box full of Stephen’s belongings. You could hear and feel your heart pounding in your chest and felt nauseous, trying to find the courage to walk up and knock at the door, but instead you left carrying the things back with you and now you’re wondering why you didn’t just leave it. Maybe because at that time, you wanted him to have a reason to come back to see you and fight for you, take you back. You had it all planned out in your head.

You came to a conclusion that he was probably mad at you that he didn’t find the need to take his things back, but you kept it anyway just in case and now here you are, eight months post parting ways and it’s still here. No calls, texts, no signs of taking it back. You thought to yourself that it was probably time, time to close the door and open a new one. Your new year’s resolution will be to throw his things away and truly free yourself.

Your hands slid under your pillow and grabbed your phone to text Don.

To: Dr. Blake Hey, just letting you know, I’d like to attend the new year’s party with you.

It hasn’t been a minute since you sent the text, and you already got a reply from the man.

From: Dr. Blake Really?! Oh I mean, awesome. I’ll pick you up at 8pm.  Wait. Why aren’t you sleeping after a night shift? Don’t reply and go to bed.

You giggled at his texts and left him on seen. You swiped back, scrolled all the way down your messages to find yours and Stephens, your thumb hovered over his name and deleted your messages and before you knew it, you fell into the rabbit hole of deleting everything that had Stephen in it. 

•••

Stephen stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie without the use of magic this time, hair neatly styled with his signature grey streaks pulled to the side. It was New Year’s Eve, he and Wong had been invited by the Mayor to attend this year’s party after defeating Gargantos six months ago and America, being his sneaky side-kick, found that you were in the guest list.

Tonight is also the night that Stephen would walk himself back into your life, formally. It’s been him all along behind the scenes, making sure you had a great day. At night when you don't have a car to use, and you walk home alone in the dark, he stays close by to make sure you get home safe. He secretly buys you coffee when you’re at your favourite cafe trying to catch up on sleep during your break time. He was behind those reminders to take it easy on yourself whenever you studied, because he knew how taxing your profession can be. All of the things he took away from you such as security, making you feel special, wanted, he wanted to give back. 

The day where you were contemplating whether to give his belongings back, he actually saw you from the window. He watched as you got folded by your uncertainty and walked away with the box still in your arms. He could’ve called you, yes, but he also wanted to give himself some time and make sure that his feelings for you were genuine. Hurting you twice was the last thing he wanted to do. If he was going to walk right back into your life, he wanted to offer himself to you fully, that is… if you still wanted him back.

Suddenly he heard a soft knock on the door, “Hi Stephen, it’s me.” America’s little voice said from the other side.

“Come in.” Stephen replied and turned around just as America entered his room, “How do I look?”

“You look really great! It’s weird seeing you and Wong all dressed up,” She laughed sheepishly and gave the man two thumbs up, “How are you feeling?”

Stephen paused to think of an answer, “Terrified.” He said nonchalantly. Outwardly, he showed confidence, unfazed by anything that may come his way but inside he felt like his own chest was going to collapse on him.

“You don’t look like it.” America furrowed her brows, “Anyway, I just came to tell you to break some legs!” 

Stephen snorted while adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve, “Do you mean, break a leg?” 

“You know what I mean!” America left his room complaining about the weird metaphor, her voice getting smaller as she got farther away, “Honestly, I don’t understand why you’d wish someone would break their legs… what if they actually break their legs?” Stephen shook his head and laughed at the kid whom he’s grown very fond of over the last few months. 

•••

Back in your apartment, you also stood in front of your vanity in a black velvety manhattan slip dress that hugged your curves so beautifully. Your hair done up in a bun with curled loose hair falling at the side of your face. You decided to go for a natural make-up look to accentuate your red lips that matched well with your all black outfit. 

Your doorbell rang and you walked towards your security cam, seeing Don on the other side. You opened up the door, plastering a smile on your lips as you greeted him with a cheek to cheek kiss, “Hi! Oh my god wow, don’t you look handsome.” You grinned and stepped aside to let him in, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” His eyes running over your figure from head to toe, “And you look good in that dress.” He complimented you as he walked towards your couch, observing his surroundings since it was his first time being there.

You ran in your bedroom to grab your purse, phone and wool coat, “Let’s go!” 

You didn’t expect the car ride to be so awfully awkward. He would start a conversation and it would end abruptly, then you would start one and that ended abruptly as well. The music didn’t even help ease the awkwardness, you could tell he was feeling the same since his forefinger was tapping the steering wheel. Fortunately it didn’t take long until you arrived at the Hotel, Don asked you to stay put as he went around the car to open the door for you, offering his hand which you gladly took while he helped you to step out of his car. 

He handed over his car keys to the valet and approached the staff accepting invitations from guests, “Invitations please.” She politely asked.

Don pulled his invitation from the inner pocket of his blazer, while you took your out of your purse, “Dr. Blake and Dr. (L/N)! Welcome, please head towards the elevator, the party is on the 25th floor. Enjoy your night.” She returned the invitations to the both of you.

Don offered you his arm before walking in, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You laughed softly, and locked your arm around his, as you headed together for the elevator “So, What’s going to be your New Year’s resolution?” You whispered in the elevator filled with other guests.

“Hm, I think I’d like to focus on other things that aren't related to work.” He whispered back, slightly leaning his head towards you with a small smile on his lips. The elevator arrived at the floor, the music from the band could be heard from the hallway playing classical music. Don allowed you to step out first before you linked arms with him again, “What about you (Y/N)? What’s your New Year’s resolution?” 

You took a deep breath as you began to speak, “I thought about finally opening a new chapter in my life.” You pulled a half-smile and dropped your gaze. 

You walked through the tall entrance leading to the ballroom, the lights were warm and dimmed, purposely giving a romantic ambiance. You scanned the vast room from the top of the staircase and saw people mingling, some dancing to the music. Your eyes caught the familiar face of your friends sitting at a round table, your eyes lighting up when you saw Juliet waving at you enthusiastically. 

You looked exceptionally beautiful tonight and turned a few heads as you walked past other guests. When you reached the table where the others were, Don pulled a chair out for you, thanking him as you took a seat, “Good evening guys.”

“Wow (Y/N), wow. You look so stunning I might cry.” Juliet wiped a fake tear.

“Oh speak for yourself Juliet, you look like a model.” You returned the compliment.

There were a few important people in the room and Don excused himself, “I’m just going to say hi to the hospital’s director, I’ll be back.” He squeezed your shoulder before approaching the circle of men chatting with each other. 

“Sure.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning your attention back to Juliet. The girls waited for the man to be far enough that he won’t hear your conversation.

“Sooo, are you going to tell us about the car ride on the way here?” Bea wiggled her brows at you teasingly. 

“Please, don’t get me started. It was really awkward.” You hid your face in your hand, “We only had small talk, and that’s it.”

“That’s normal, I mean it’s your first time seeing each other outside of work and in a confined space.” Juliet warmly reassured you, glancing at your date from time to time, just like the other girls.

“Oh my god, look, he won’t stop looking in your direction, I say he’s smitten,” Rosie softly tapped the back of your hand. You lifted your gaze and met Don’s eyes, he smiled at you from where he is and you returned one to him.

“I can’t take this romance, I’m going to need a mega pint of wine.” Juliet jokingly cringed at the exchange of looks that was happening before her. 

“Get up and socialise then, you aren’t in your office Juliet, you can’t sit here all night.” You teased her back, the others laughing with you after teasing her to get out of her seat and approach a girl that matches her type.

“Holy shit. No way.” Bea almost dropped her jaw, you followed the direction she was looking at and found Stephen walking in and standing handsomely in his well-pressed suit and tie. He scanned the room while readjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. The world felt almost as if it went into slow motion the moment your eyes locked into his blue ones from afar, your smile twitched as you felt the centre of your chest ache. The nerve of him turning up like this after eight months and looking fine as hell. When a female approaches Stephen, you quickly look away and start another conversation with the ladies, forcing yourself to smile and look unbothered.

•••

Stephen entered the ballroom with Wong following not too long behind him. His eyes surveyed the room, looking for you until he found what he was looking for. His eyes dilated at the sight of you, amongst other beautiful women in the room, you shined the brightest. He almost felt annoyed when someone took his attention away from you. 

He caught you stealing glances at him as we walked down the stairs, chatting with another woman. The urge to walk over to you and drag you away to somewhere private was so strong, but he needed to find the right timing for that.

Once the majority of the guests had arrived, the programme began and dinner was being served, you were left with Don beside you as the girls left for their designated seats with their own dates. There were speeches and funny stories from the mayor and sponsors, “In this New Year coming, let’s live life to the fullest.” The Mayor ended his speech and raised his glass of champagne, “Cheers.” 

“Cheers!” The crowd, including you replied, glasses clinking with one another. You cautiously looked around, it's as if your eyes moved on their own looking for Strange whether you liked it or not. And then there he was, seated at the front, drinking a glass of martini still looking at you with those annoying blue eyes.

The music began again, Don turned to you with a shy smile, “Care for a dance?” 

“It’ll be a pleasure.” You gave him a sultry smile, taking his hand as he guided you towards the centre of the dance floor. You expected to dance under the slow music with your date however, the DJ changed the music into a party song as the band took a break.

“Alright, I’m ‘bout to fall asleep, let’s get some real partying started.” He shouted, hyping the crowd and began to play Low by Flo Rida. Don slowly turned his head towards you, clearly he didn’t expect this to happen either. 

Don pulled a silly yet serious look on his face as he began dancing, using hip hop moves only an amateur would know how to do. He was clearly trying to make you laugh after picking up the drop in your mood, “Boots with the fur.” He sang and you threw your head back in laughter, covering your mouth with your hands as he made up silly dance moves in front of you.

•••

Stephen and Wong sat closer at the front where the special guests were. He wasn’t able to keep a conversation the whole night with other people since he was too busy keeping his eyes on you, waiting for the opportunity to catch your gaze once more, but as the night progressed, it never happened. He couldn’t even count how many dances he’s respectfully declined.

Stephen saw you on the dance floor, slow dancing with your date to ‘Lady in Red’, laughing along with whatever joke your date was telling you, “She looks so happy.” Wong, who was also watching, commented. 

Stephen released an exasperated sigh, before taking a sip of his whiskey, his fiery eyes made it clear that he was jealous, “Yeah, she does.” He’s almost having second thoughts about approaching you. 

Wong gave a look of concern towards his friend who was now in deep thought, “I’ve seen that look before. You’re contemplating.” 

Stephen clenched his jaw and sighed once more, “I don’t think I can keep the promise I made to the other (Y/N).” He admitted, anxiously twirling his drink. 

“I’ve been observing you the whole night Strange, there wasn’t a second where you took your attention away from her. Clearly you’ve found your happiness right there, are you just gonna let some other man take her away?” Wong asked, his tone serious yet soft, he didn’t want Strange to feel like he’s being lectured.

“And what if her happiness is the cost of mine? I don’t want to take that away from her.” Strange frustratedly replied.

Wong scoffed, “Then do the best you can to make her happy, show her that you’re worth her time. You can’t do that by sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself.” Stephen stopped swirling his drink and looked at Wong who shrugged at him, “Am I right or am I right?” Wong added.

Stephen drank the rest of his whiskey and stood up, straightening his jacket and walked towards you and Don with purpose. You saw Stephen heading for you and panic flashed all throughout your body. Stephen lightly tapped Don’s shoulder, causing the man to break away from you and face Stephen.

“Hi, Doctor Stephen Strange.” He introduced himself to Don and offered the other a handshake. Don’s eyes widened in surprise and took the man’s hand, firmly shaking it.

“Oh my goodness, It’s a pleasure to meet you Doctor Strange. Let me just say I love your work. I’m Donovan Blake.” Don smiled at Strange, clearly ecstatic to meet your ex. 

Stephen glanced at you, “Thank you Doctor. How are you (Y/N)?” He asked you so casually that you felt the urge to slap him across the face.

“I’ve been well, thanks. And you Doctor?” You asked him back with a dead-pan expression. Don’s head turned between you and Stephen who was having a staring contest, noticing that there was tension present between the both of you.

“You two know each other?” Don asked innocently, looking at you this time. 

“Yeah, old friends.” You quickly answered before something else comes out from Stephen's mouth. You could feel Stephen forming a smirk at how fast you were shutting him down. 

“Mhm. Old friends.” Stephen agreed firmly, his eyes leaving you for Don, “I was actually about to ask if I could steal your date for one dance.” 

Don opened his mouth to say ‘Of course’ but you cut him off, “I would rather have a drink-” You faked a smile towards Stephen, tugging your date on the sleeve to leave when you noticed Don giving you a confused look, “I mean, I don’t want Don to feel-” 

“(Y/N), it’s okay. I don’t mind.” Don chuckled, “I’ll see you at eleven-thirty.” He lifted your hand towards his lips and gave the back of your hand a soft kiss in front of Stephen, who looked away and waited for him to leave. 

At the same time, the song you were dancing to with Don finished and the band played a new song, “Alright folks, for those of you who want to fall in love tonight, this song’s for you. This is called, ‘Until I Found You.’” 

Georgia, wrap me up in all your, I want you in my arms, oh let me hold you~ 

“Can I just say, that dress you’re wearing is stunning on you.” Stephen took delicate steps closer towards you, his warm hands splaying across the skin of your bare back, whisking you towards him, closing the gap between your bodies. 

 I’ll never let you go again, like I did~

You quietly gasped, a heady flush spreading all over your body. Your arms reluctantly wrap around his neck, stubbornly avoiding to look at the face you've yearned to admire for a long time. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, “Thank you… you don’t look bad yourself.”

Oh I used to say~

You hear Stephen chuckle, his cheek pressed at the side of your head, “I see that you’re still trying to humble me?” His deep, lovely voice sent a thrill down your spine.

I would never fall in love again until I found her.

“Is it working?” You scoffed and asked in a quiet voice, trying your best not to sound nervous.

“Not really.” Stephen replied, “Because I think I'm making you feel nervous.” The air was cold and yet you felt heat exploding from the pit of your stomach rising to your face as you felt his solid gaze towards you. 

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

He guided you into a spin and when your body crashed back to him, he held you tighter than the last. A combination of his alluring scent, the weight of his gaze, and the nonexistent distance between you is so overwhelming that it almost makes you dizzy.

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her, I found you~

You took a deep breath after what seemed like forever, giving yourself to gather your emotions before you answer him, you tilted your head up and you lifted your eyes to meet his and battled them, “I’m not nervous.” You denied, forgetting that he was so much taller compared to you.

Stephen studies your face, lips twitching and whispers, “I am,” He drops his gaze to your mouth leaning in close enough so when he spoke, his breath would caress your lips. Jesus Christ.

You snapped your head away from him, feeling self-conscious that your friends might see how close he got; your breath getting caught in your throat, feeling ashamed that they might judge you for dancing with your ex-boyfriend.

Your heart was racing when you felt his lips almost touching yours, “Are you messing with me right now?” You were doing everything in your power to look at him unimpressed, but the fact that you felt intoxicated by him, leaving you craving for more, was leaving you feeling miserable.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, “Do you really think I’m only dancing with you for my own entertainment?” He gently put his hand down your arm, and you felt goosebumps forming on your arms, as well as shivers rushing up your spine. Eventually, he ended up taking your hand, putting it over his heart, which was rapidly beating in the presence of you.

You searched for Don who was casually chatting with other guests, feeling relieved that he was occupied. You were spun around, leaving you with no choice but to concentrate on him and his words, "Don't look at him, look at me." He coax gently, his voice dangerously huskier than before, "Do you still think I'm messing with you?" He pressed your hands harder over his heart.

Lord have mercy on my soul. You felt the rhythm of his heart against your palm, almost beating in synchronicity with yours, “I can’t- You can’t do this to me. This is unfair, Stephen.” You unravel your arms around his neck, you softly push him away while shaking your head.

His hands fell from your back, your skin missing its warmth in an instant while your mind fell  into a spiral of confusion with your emotions as you weaved through the sea of people, leaving him alone on the dance floor.

You rushed to the ladies' bathroom where Juliet followed soon after, "(Y/N), are you okay?" She frantically asked as she barged in, catching you attempting to calm yourself. 

Your eyes burned with vexation, "I hate him– I hate how he makes me feel this way, I hate the way he looks at me, I hate how my body reacts when he touches me, it's like all my senses are betraying me and he knows it!" 

Juliet could only watch you empathetically, she approaches you by hugging your side, "You never stopped loving him, didn't you?" She popped the huge question.

You nodded as much as you hated to admit, "Gosh, I feel like a hypocrite. I left him because he couldn't get over his ex and here I am on the same boat as him. Can't get over my own ex." You laughed, in ridicule at your situation. 

"You're not a hypocrite, need I remind you that you're not stepping on anyone else's feelings? Because you're not, you're just confused," She lightly shook you, "Do you want him back?" Your friend asked yet another huge question, a question you haven't prepared an answer for.

You threw your head back, preventing your angry tears from falling, "My new year's resolution was to completely let go, but then he decides to show his stupid face in that annoying suit. Why am I getting the urge to slap him across the face?"

Juliet gave a look, finding your anger quite cute, "Because you think he's hot," You glared at Juliet, "and I think he is as well, but I've never seen you get so worked up over another man. You can't deny that you're still into him. Just face it and talk to Stephen and if he says he's still hung up on his ex then tell him, bye bitch, I got plenty of people lined up for me."

•••

You found Don waiting for you at the empty rooftop bar, though the fairy lights all around were on, there was nobody there but the two of you. Don was sitting at one of the sun beds, you smiled at him as you quietly approached and sat beside him, leaving your wool coat beside you.

"So, half an hour until the New Year, how are you feeling?" He broke the silence. 

"Nervous but I'm looking forward to what it has in-store for me," You paused, "So why are we really here Don?" You asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore. 

He chuckled, "Wow straight to the point— Well, I just wanted to tell you that I've had such a pleasure working with you these past three months. You're an amazing Doctor and you continue to surprise us with your passion and talent and because of that, I might’ve caught some feelings for you along the way." He worked so hard to find the right words and not stutter as you listened to him intently.

"So this is what it's all about, all the flowers and chocolates–" You chuckled but Don gave you a confused look.

"What flowers?"

"The flower boxes? You've sent like heaps of them, with notes of encouragement?" You repeat yourself. 

Don shook his head, "I didn't send you any flowers ye—" His phone rang in his pockets, "Sorry, I got to take this, it's the hospital." Don stood up to take the call.

"Yeah, sure." You replied in a low voice, trying to put things together, you played with your fingers as you got lost in your thoughts. Don glanced at you several times and took a few minutes on the phone before coming back with a disappointed look on his face.

“(Y/N), I have to go. There’s been an out of hospital cardiac arrest, can we do a rain check?” He asked, reaching for his jacket that hung on a chair and apologised. "I'm so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I understand, go.” You held his hand and reassured him with a kind smile. Getting a little embarrassed, he replied with an apologetic smile. Your sigh was accompanied by the sting of cold air touching your skin as you sat in silence. As you stepped out of your chair, you found yourself looking at the spectacular view of the city from the balcony railing, everyone was awake, waiting for the new year to arrive. Your sentiments were enhanced by the view, the weather and the reset of the earth's orbit around the sun. Your mind’s feeling nostalgic about the good things that happened to you and you begin to feel grateful for meeting amazing people, including Stephen.

“I hope he’s got one hell of an excuse.” Suddenly, Stephen interrupted your train of thought, making you jump lightly and turn around, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” As Stephen continued to walk, he paused for a moment, hands in his pockets, and then he continued back to you. 

“He does actually, out of hospital cardiac arrest.” You answered without looking at him and went on admiring the city while he was admiring you.

Stephen nodded, now looking at the sparkling horizon as well. Even though there was no awkwardness between you, the silence between you felt heavy, especially since both of you still have some things on your minds.

“(Y/N),” “Stephen,” All of a sudden, both of you spoke at the same time, causing you both to laugh casually, Stephen insisting that you go first.

“It was all you wasn’t it?” 

“Can you elaborate on that?” The man asked with his eyebrows raised. 

“The chocolates, the flowers, the notes. All the weird coincidental things that've been happening in the last few months. That was all you, wasn’t it?” You elaborated just like he asked and he nodded.

“Yes, that was all me– well this kid actually helped me– but I’m trying to make up for the things I wasn’t able to do when we were with each other,” he confessed, casting a quick glance at your face.

“Why? I didn’t ask for any-” 

“Exactly, you didn’t ask but you deserve everything, little things or big, you deserve all the good- great things.” Although his voice was calm, there was a sense of passion in his delivery.

“I went to your place once to return your belongings,”

“I know.”

“I stood there for a while trying to find the courage to knock but I couldn’t,” 

“I know.”

“So, I took them back with me, secretly hoping that you would at least send me a text or give me a call, maybe even show up at my door asking me to give it back to you, I kept it as an excuse for you to come back to me but you never did,” Your voice gave out as if you’re holding your tears back, because now you knew that he saw you but didn’t do anything about it, “And now you show up out of nowhere.”

Stephen dropped his gaze as you explained the reason behind your visit. Hearing the sound of your voice breaking and trying to keep a brave face was like a bullet to the chest, “The reason why I didn’t do anything was because I needed to clear my head. You of all people knew how messed up I was, you asked me to find my happiness, so I followed what you asked of me that night.”

There was a good reason why you kept your mouth shut; you did ask him to find out what makes him truly happy and that is what he did.

With his fingers running along the edges of your cheeks, he cups your face with his hands, his eyes glistening “I'm a huge asshole for hurting you the way I did, you; a beautiful, smart, kind… breathtaking woman, don’t deserve someone like me but If I could repeat it again, I would do the same thing and watch you walk away. Because I would rather have you feel upset than me trying to fix things at the wrong time and hurt you even more in the process.” 

After placing your hands over his, you closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation of his hand resting on your cheek, “So did you find it? Your happiness?” Your eyes fluttering open, you look up into his once again, unable to look away as you gaze into the depths of his eyes.

“Yes, I did find my happiness-” Stephen drew closer to you, he looked at you intently, tucking strands of your hair away from your face, your pensive gaze transforming into a smile as you let him know that you are genuinely happy for him. Something about his gaze has never been captured by you before. The longer you stand under it, the weaker your knees feel.

Stephen wipes a tear from your eyes as you whisper, "I'm really happy that you found what makes you happy, Stephen.”

“I’m looking at her right now.” He proclaimed in his deep voice that could melt ice bergs. Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens as Stephen inches closer. Finding it difficult to meet your eyes as your lips constantly entice his attention, every second spent without tasting your lips was killing him.

"(Y/N)?" Juliet called your name and you pushed yourself free from Stephen's grasp. After seeing Stephen there and not Don, Juliet narrowed her eyes slightly. She also felt like she interrupted something, "Are you… coming back for the countdown?" 

You look at Stephen who looks dismayed as he turns his back towards your friend, his expressions begging you to stay.

You cleared your throat,"Yeah, I'll be right there." You turned your attention back to Strange who stood still, rooted in his position, "I'm going to go back, it was nice seeing you, Stephen." You bit your lip, but Stephen said nothing, which prompted you to begin walking back and following Juliet.

It was a sharp sound of Stephen's rapid footsteps gaining momentum behind you which caught your attention, and you felt his calloused hand snagging your wrist, the next thing you know you're being gently pinned against the wall, "Stephen!" You blurted out of surprise. 

It was like the whole world melted away as Stephen sealed your lips with his, the countdown, the fireworks all turned into nothing but background noise, the atmosphere became ethereal, heavy, and beautiful. Having tasted the taste of soft lips, his kisses began to become urgent; hot and consuming. It seemed like you were losing your grip on reality when he gently slid his arms across the back of your waist securely as your knees collapsed, closing the space between your bodies. His other hand supported the back of your head. It was just as passionate for you to reciprocate his kiss, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders with just as much passion. When Stephen reached the limit of his lungs, he was forced to pull away from you after missing the feel of your lips .

He kept that close distance, his nose lightly grazing your cheek, his breath heavy, "Come back to me. Tell me I'm not too late, please tell me you're not in love with someone else. I don’t want to fall in love unless it's with you, you're the one I want to share my life with. If you give me another chance I'll prove to you how much I love you, my words aren't going to get me anywhere so please, let me show you." Stephen pleaded and took your hands, squeezing it for dear life, scared that you would walk away, “I’m yours.”

You felt speechless, after all you've been through you're finally hearing what the words you want to hear from him. You've never seen him act this way, his whole demeanour screams that he was scared to lose you, again, "Are you really the same man who threw my feelings out the window? Because if this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up. I'll give you this as your one last chance, Stephen, it's a new year, we can start over." You whispered with a quivering smile, standing on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. After hearing the three simple words you said, Stephen slowly sighed with relief, and he embraced you with a smile that grew wider.

The two of you turned around and watched the fireworks lit up and brought colour to the night sky, "Now I have to think of a new, new year's resolution." 

After removing his jacket, Stephen threw it over your shoulder and asked, "Why? What was it?" 

"I was going to throw your things out in the trash." You casually admitted and the look on his face made your laugh, "What? It's taking up too much space. My mom thought I joined a cult." 

Steve laughed sarcastically and squeezed your shoulders, "Wait till you tell her that a cult master is in love with you." 

When you look up at him, you tilt your head teasingly, "Did you just say you're in love with me?" 

"Oh shit, did I? Must've slipped." He hissed softly, "Can I take it back?" 

"Sorry, no refunds."

Stephen asked for reassurance, "Are you in love with me too?" You managed to keep an innocent face, keeping your heart to yourself as you took Stephen's hand in yours.

The cold wind whipped against your arms and you brushed it off. "Oh, it's so cold, let's go in." You went to get your wool coat which you had left on the beds, Stephen eyeing you as you walked by him, still waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N)?" Stephen followed you inside like a puppy, "You're in love with me right?" 

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[writingbymoonlight]

ice skating lesson

ft.: timeskip sugawara x reader

summary: you're going ice skating for your first date with your cute co-worker and enlist the help of your friend, sugawara, to help you practice beforehand. unbeknownst to you, sugawara is in love with you.

a/n: wintery vibes. slightly angsty, mostly pining. sorry.

word count: ~1.5k

“I don’t understand why you agreed to ice skating for your first date.”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim exasperatedly as you tie the laces of your skates before looking up at your gray-haired friend. “He seemed really excited about it and he said he would help me get the hang of it! Plus, he suggested that we get some hot chocolate afterwards! I can’t say ‘no’ to hot chocolate!”

You had a date with a cute co-worker next weekend and the more you thought about it, the more nervous you got. It had been a while since you had gone ice skating and you were worried about continuously collapsing and looking like a fool in front of him.

So, you decided to ask your good friend, Sugawara Koshi, to help you practice a couple days ahead of time in preparation for the date, which he graciously agreed to.

“Oh Y/N,” Sugawara sighs, shaking his head as he stands up from the bench you two are sitting on. “Maybe he thought he’d get to be a knight in shining armor and save you from falling on your butt.”

“Maybe,” you chuckle.

“Maybe you should cancel the date,” Sugawara wants to respond.

However, you add in a cheerful tone, “Still, I think it should be fun. Ice skating seems like a pretty cool idea for a first date, don’t you think?”

Sugawara simply shrugs and tears his gaze away from you, opting to look out at the nearly vacant outdoor ice-skating rink (the only other people around are a high school-aged couple and a mother with her two children). Your words remind him that he has no right to be bitter. He has no right to be jealous. The two of you were not dating.

No matter how much it pained him to know you were going out with someone else, Sugawara couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he loves you. You quickly became acquainted during your first year of high school and for a long time he had viewed you as a close friend. But something changed, and he doesn’t know when. Sugawara still struggles to pinpoint the exact moment he started developing a crush on you.

When he finally admitted to himself a few months ago that he was in love with you, it was simultaneously like a breath of fresh air and being hit with a ton of bricks.

Then Sugawara descended into constantly reciting the same questions to himself: How does someone confess to their long-time friend that they're in love with them? How do I tell Y/N? Can I just say, “Hey Y/N, I know we’ve been good friends since our first year at Karasuno, but now I’m in love with you. How do you feel about me?”

Not knowing what else to do, he settled for pining after you. But now, you were going on a date with someone else and you seem giddy.

And all he really wants is for you to be happy.

“Okay, I think I’m good to go,” you declare triumphantly as you stand up and head towards the ice rink with Sugawara.

The elementary school teacher does not waste a single moment, stepping onto the ice without hesitation. He skates backwards gracefully and watches you patiently, waiting for you to follow him. You, on the other hand, step onto the ice gingerly, not letting go of the low wall surrounding the rink.

“Scared, Y/N?” your friend teases you mischievously.

“You’re making it look too easy,” you complain. “By the way, it’s totally unfair that you’re good at both volleyball and skating. How do you have such good hand-eye coordination?!”

Sugawara chuckles then remarks, “I don’t think my volleyball and skating abilities are comparable. I would say that I’m good at volleyball and alright at skating.”

“Now you’re being too modest,” you scoff.

Sugawara cannot help, but laugh at your adorable pouty face before skating back towards you. Extending his hand out to you, he states, “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

Without delay, you place your hand into his and allow him to guide you. Even though you are both wearing gloves, Sugawara can feel the comfortable and familiar heat of your hand, which causes him to blush slightly. Fortunately, the frigid weather helps make it seem as if his face has gone red from the chilly breeze.

Sugawara makes sure that you're skating near the barrier, in case you need extra support, and meanwhile, he remains by your side, holding your hand and making sure you stay upright. It is kind of a wobbly beginning and you’re moving excruciatingly slow, but Sugawara is considerate and diligent. He offers you numerous tips, such as how far to keep your skates apart, how to point your toes, how to distribute your body weight and how to bend your knees.

Soon you are confident enough to skate at something faster than a snail’s pace, so Sugawara goes back to skating backwards, now with a firm grasp of both of your hands, and he leads you towards the inner rink.

“Since you’re teaching me how to skate properly, does that mean I have to call you Mr. Sugawara, like your students?” you joke with a teasing smirk, doing your best to keep up with the slightly faster speed that Sugawara is skating at.

He rolls his eyes at you dramatically and whines, “Please never call me that.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be Koshi to me,” you reassure with a grin so bright and warm that he thinks it could melt the ice below his feet.

“I’ll always be your Koshi,” Sugawara muses to himself. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever love someone the way he loves you. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is yours and you have the power to fill it with joy or break into a million pieces.

His thoughts are interrupted when suddenly, in a moment of panic over losing your balance, you reach out and tightly clutch his upper arm. You look at him, eyes wide from the slight scare, and your faces are so close that he can see the small cloud of your breath when you exhale.

“Sorry!” you apologize as you stand upright and regain your balance. “You should probably teach me how to fall gracefully as well, huh?”

“Uhh, y-yeah,” Sugawara stutters out, reeling from the sudden close contact with you, “I can do that.”

Following this small incident, you spend several additional minutes practicing and start feeling confident enough to skate around on your own. So, you end up doing laps around the rink together (Sugawara much more elegantly than you) and soon the two of you are the only souls left on the ice. You two talk about all sorts of topics that come to mind, ranging from work to friends to random stuff you saw online. Then there are brief periods of silence, which aren’t at all awkward. They are fleeting minutes of pleasant quietness where words aren’t needed, only each other’s presences are all necessary.

And it was in one of intervals of silence that you look up and see a few flecks of snow delicately dancing downward.

“It’s snowing!” you cry out delightedly, skating out ahead of Sugawara. “There wasn’t any snow in the weather forecast for today!”

You stand in the middle of the rink, looking up at the sight of falling snow with a huge smile and such childlike glee. It is such a coincidence to be ice skating underneath the white flurries and all you want is to drink up and savor this wintery moment.

Meanwhile, Sugawara is smiling as well, but the smile is directed at you. Even though the snow is pretty, he finds the sight of your elation more intoxicating.

All he wants is for you to be happy.

But it is in this moment, watching you from a short distance away, that Sugawara realizes that he would never be content like this. He doesn’t want to just watch you being happy. He wants to be beside you, trying his best to make you happy every day. He now knows that he can no longer allow his feelings to simmer because that would be too painful. He needs to tell you how he feels and give you the chance to decide whether your relationship should remain platonic or become romantic.

His heart is yours to do with as you please.

Sugawara won’t confess to you right now, though. He wants to enjoy this moment.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you inquire, still engrossed in the dark cloudy sky above you.

With his unwavering focus on you, Sugawara gently replies, “Yeah, it is.”

[baka-monarch]

Innocent

Part 2

Trigger warnings: vore, mouth play, dehumanization

Part 1

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For the past week Wilbur had been taking care of Tommy, teaching them things that kids his age should already know, and becoming more attached to them then ever- oh and also he'd been failing at teaching the kid to hide from other humans. Wilbur had quickly learned that this kid had absolutely no fear of humans, which wouldn't be a bad thing if it weren't for the social norms that were eating tinies, killing tinies, and basically torturing them. Most humans didn't view tinies as people (Wilbur included a few weeks ago), so much so to the point that it had taken Wil twelve hours to find a kids show without eating tinies in it for Tommy to watch; and he wanted to make sure that Tommy knew to hide from humans because of it. The problem was no matter how many times he told Tommy to hide, played hide and seek where he'd pretend to be the "big bad human" to teach them to hide, and no matter how many times he told them to stay hidden whenever someone came home- Tommy always, ALWAYS, would run out into the open to see Wilbur whenever he came home from work, and even playing hide and seek. There seemed to be absolutely nothing he could do to teach this kid to avoid humans and he was running out of time. 

Wilbur's roommate Dream had been gone for the past few weeks to visit an out of town friend, and Dream was like Wilbur. He was raised with the same social norms and ate mostly the same things which meant if Dream came home while Wilbur wasn't there and found Tommy- well, Wilbur really didn't want to think about what would happen, but he knew it would be bad. All he knew was that Dream was coming home at the end of this week, and Wilbur still had yet to instill some sort of instinct to hide from humans in the little tiny he'd decided to adopt, and unfortunately he had to work this weekend… so Tommy might end up being alone when Dream arrived… fuck. 

"Tommy…." Wilbur spoke up, looking down at the tiny kid curled up in his hand as they looked away from the TV and up at him. "I have to work again this weekend, do you remember what I told you what to do when I'm at work?"

"Hmmmm oh- uhm, wait for you!" Tommy smiled up at Wil and he couldn't stop himself from smiling softly back, and ruffling their hair with finger.

"Yeah, and what else?" He asked and watched as their adorable little face scrunched up in concentration as they tried to remember, their tiny little cheeks puffing up to show just how concentrated they were. 

"I gotta…. I gottaaaaaaaaaaaaa eat food when the clock is loud!!!" Tommy smiled as he assumed he got the right answer. They weren't wrong, Wilbur did leave out lunch for them and they weren't supposed to eat it until an alarm he had set went off- but that's not what he meant.

"True- but I mean hiding Tommy, you need to remember to hide if someone comes here." Wilbur lifted the kid up to his face to show how serious he was about this- but Tommy only jumped onto his nose to hug it.

"But what if it's you! I gotta say hai!!!" The child whined, and Wilbur couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped him as he went crossed eyes to see them.

"You can say hi once I say it's me- you remember how to know if it's me right?"

"Mhm, you yell AYUP!! Whenever you're home!" Tommy smiled, happy he could remember.

"That's right, so if anyone opens the door this weekend you need to hide until you hear me say-"

"Ayup!!"

"Yeah! You got it bud! You're going to do such a good job!" Wilbur praised them, but silently hoped Tommy actually did it this time unlike all the other times this week when they'd just run up to the door in excitement. 

"I know I am!!! B'cause I'm the amazing Tommyinnit!!!!" Tommy giggled as he tried to climb higher on the bridge of Wilbur's nose.

"Yeah kid… yeah of course you can…."

•••

"Alright Tommy, I'm going to work now- you remember what to do?" Wilbur shoved his trenchcoat over his yellow jumper as he stood at the door, looking into the living room where he could see Tommy sitting on the coffee table watching TV.

"Yep! Hide and wait for you!!!" Tommy yelled back.

"Good- I'll see you in a few hours okay?"

"Okie!!" Tommy yelled, and watched as Wilby went out the door and closed it behind himself. Now Tommy was alone, a familiar feeling to him after spending so long in his cage, but this time he could go around and do stuff while he waited for Wilby!

Tommy walked over to one side of the coffee table where there was a small starch of square sticky paper (what did Wilby call it? Post- pots- pass? Eet? Not? No? It was something weird-). Tommy climbed on top to the small stack, grabbed the edge of one, and started to pull it back while walking backwards. It didn't take long for him to fall over with the sheet of sticky paper, and once he had it he stuck it down to the table. Now for the easy part; AKA, grabbing the led (it's led right? He's pretty sure Wilby called it led) that was off to the side, and now he could draw!

Tommy layed down on top of the paper as he drew, sticking his little tongue out in concentration as he made little marks on the paper. At the moment he was really just drawing whatever came to mind: Wilby, himself, the sheep from inside the TV, his cage- anything that really came to mind. 

He had been drawing for almost an hour before he heard the familiar clicks and scratching noises that meant someone was unlocking the door. It must be Wilby, he thought to himself as he stood up and went to the edge of the coffee table where a blanket was taped down. Tommy quickly slid down to the floor and started running to the door; he felt like he was forgetting something, but it probably wasn't important, and if it was then Wilby could tell him what it was. Tommy only stopped running once he was in front of the door, bouncing on his feet as he watched it open, smiling with excitement to see Wilby-

The big person who was on the other side of the door was not Wilbur. He was shorter and had dirty blonde longish hair, and green eyes. His face was peppered with freckles, and he was wearing a green hoodie. 

Dream walked into the familiar house carrying a backpack full of dirty laundry after weeks of being away with him. He looked around curiously, he knew Wilbur was probably going to be at work when he got back, but it was weird that the TV was left on while they were gone. He shrugged it off, and just closed the door behind himself, and was looking at the floor as he turned around- Dream let out a startled noise at what he saw. There on the floor staring up at him with a face full of wonder, was a tiny, one that seemed younger then most.

"Oh… one must've gotten away from Wil" Dream reasoned to himself and reached down to grab it, satisfied as it didn't even try to get away- actually it started to giggle as he picked it up. 

"Do you know Wilby?" The small thing asked, and Dream was a little confused by the nickname. It was obviously talking about Wilbur, but why would it be calling him that.

"Uh yeah?" As he answered, the tiny only seemed to smile more. Weird, usually it'd be scared by now.

"I'm Tommy, it's nice to meet you, Wilby's friend!" The tiny waved at him, and he just kept getting more and more confused.

"Nice to meet you too I guess…" Or more, nice to eat you, Dream mused to himself. He was sure Wilbur wouldn't mind if he ate this tiny, they were probably just saving it for later anyways- plus eating it would finally end the confusion he felt when thinking that food was adorable when having a goofy little smile like that. With that in mind Dream opened his mouth and tossed the tiny inside, trying to ignore the way it giggled at being thrown. He quickly closed his mouth around it and started to lick.

"Excuse me, big person" The tiny spoke up and he could feel it push back on his tongue a bit, but it wasn't much, almost like it wasn't actually fighting… "Wilby said I'm not supposed to let big people eat me."

"And why's that?" Dream asked, not even bothering to move the tiny out of the way as he spoke, and simply tossed it around in his mouth as he moved his tongue to form words.

"Well, he said mama isn't ready to see me yet!" Mama? Dream asked himself internally. Tinies don't have familial bonds, they're all just little snacks that people eat, yeah they're alive but that doesn't change the fact that it's just an animal meant to be eaten. 

"He doesn't know what he's talking about, I'm sure she's ready to see you." He mused, since he might as well play along if only to not gag if this tiny started squirming.

"Okie!" The tiny shouted and suddenly it stopped pushing on his tongue at all, anything that had felt like the tiny might've been fighting against him stopped, as it just laid on his tongue. Then, when Dream began to lick again he heard some adorable (-not adorable, remember it's just food Dream) giggled from the tiny as he coated it with saliva. He didn't hear the tiny say anything else about the fact that it was about to die until he started to push it towards the back of his throat to swallow, "Bye bye Wilby's friend- oh can you please please please tell him that I went to mama? Thank you!"

With that Dream stopped. He pushed the tiny to the front of his mouth as he started to think about this weird tiny. He didn't know how but it… it was acting like an actual child. Like a real human child. Why had Wilbur really kept it- them? Him? What was actually going o-

"Dream stop!!!" Dream's thoughts were suddenly cut off as he was shoved to the ground and his mouth was for ed open. He coughed a bit after a hand grabbed the tiny out- and when he looked up to see who it was he was surprised by the sight.

"Wilbur!? What the heck!?" Dream shoved the other human off of himself, and didn't miss the way that they hugged the tiny child to their chest protectively.

"I could ask you the same fuuu- freaking thing!!" Wilbur scooted away from Dream and continued to cup the tiny to his chest, blocking them completely from Dream's view with two hands. 

Dream took a moment to process the situation, glancing back and forth between Wilbur's hands and Wilbur's face and things slowly started to click. "You…. When were you gonna tell me you adopted a kid?"

"Well I was hoping to do it after we were both home and I could keep Tommy safe."

"Keep Tommy- keep the tiny- KEEP IT SAFE!? If you didn't want me to try and eat it you should've called or texted me before I got here!" Dream yelled, knowing that this would've been an easy solution that should've been quickly thought of- but of course, Wilbur in his dumbassery hadn't thought of that.

"Him."

"What?"

"He is a him, not an it." Wilbur corrected.

"Seriously!? That's the part you're focusing on!?"

"Yes, because Tommy is a person, a bit dumb for running out to see you, but a person." Wilbur smiles fondly as he says this and ruffles Tommy's hair with his thumb. 

"Sure- but still, why didn't you just message me about him, you still have a phone-" Dream points out and notices an embarrassed look quickly grow onto Wilbur's face. 

"Well I didn't really think of that…" They say and it makes Dream let out a small groan.

"Okay, I'm going to go do laundry, and when I'm done you can tell me all about this… Tommy." Dream stands up and leaves the two alone- but as he glanced back and sees the kid again he can't stop himself as he gains a fond smile. Okay, maybe he was a little adorable...

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