#all other asks will be answered around the usual time but i had so much to say about this and didnt want to forget

[ang3ltine]

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— "𝖠𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇" - Bob Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts

Golden Retriever x Black Cat trope

Being recruited by Valentina as part of the new Avengers (z) team was never part of your list of agendas. Yet here you were, doting on an awkward brunette.

a.n - This is a short scenario that got me all giddy while writing this, so I hope you Bob fans enjoy this as much as I did!

Warnings - minor spoilers! trauma, nightmares, making out, hickeys & yearning Bob! Lots of fluff too

A few months had passed since the 'incident' on the streets of Newyork where almost half the city was engulfed in complete darkness.

You mostly blamed this on Valentina since she pushed her ideals of the sentry project onto Bob. Now you, along with the others tried your best to make him feel welcome and wanted, despite his 'minor' flaws.

Now that you all moved into the newly refurbished Avengers tower, you had to adjust to your new life. This was never part of your agenda but you're one to complain.

Especially since you got the chance to dote on a certain brunette, who you undeniably cannot ignore since he's always trailing after you wherever you went.

Yelena had introduced you to Bob properly after the whole incident and he's been glued to your side since then. You were more on the nonchalant and cool girl type while he was the polar opposite.

But he still admired you nonetheless. Not to mention, you also get endlessly teased by Yelena and the others.

More so than usual when she noticed that Bob tends to follow you around more than her now. Not that she cares, she was more than happy that he was trying to get closer with someone else other than her.

Yelena had joined you in the main kitchen after training together. You reached into the refrigerator to bring out your bottle of water when she asked an unexpected question.

"Do you like Bob?" She asks straight up, catching you offguard in the process.

"As friends? Yeah ofcourse." You muttered underneath your breath then took a chug of your water.

"Pshh friends? Friends don't eyefuck eachother across the room." She mused while leaning against the refrigerator door with an amusing smirk.

You choked a couple of times while Yelena pats your back before adding another comment. "It's okay! No need to feel ashamed."

"What're you talking about??"

"Okay maybe not, but you two would still make a cute couple." She mused while flashing you her iconic smirk.

"Oh...I don't know about that 'lena. He's just someone I care about alot you know?"

Before you could carry on the conversation, your eyes shift past Yelena's shoulders. Sure enough, Bob was awkwardly standing in the hallway.

"I uh - I didn't hear anything."

Yelena steps back to let Bob in before mouthing a quick 'goodluck' to you. God that girl was going to be the death of you.

The only times he wasn't with you was when you went on missions, which is when he'd spend most of his time in the tower with Alpine.

After a gruelling and unbearably long mission, all you wanted to do was to take a shower, eat dinner then go to bed.

"Ugh...Ava, what time is it?" You groaned while rubbing your temples to somehow lessen your headache.

Ava, along with you and John were on the quinjet, which was preparing its landing sequence on the helipad of the tower.

She glances at the time on her watch before answering with a yawn. "It's a little past midnight."

"You think anyone's awake right now?" John joins in on the rather dull conversation. The ship was on autopilot and had finally landed when he finished his sentence.

"Mhm I highly doubt it," you replied with a strained voice as you stretched your limbs. Almost every inch of your body ached, and your muscles were extremely sore.

As soon as the hatch opened, you dragged your tired body through the hanger. The endless corridors of the living quarters almost made you lose your mind, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally made it to your room.

You hesitated for a moment, noticing the door was slightly ajar. Figuring it was just you being paranoid, you swiftly flung the door open, only to find a familiar set of eyes blinking back at you.

Bob stood almost a feet away from you with a pillow in hand, the poor man had flinched at your sudden appearance. Almost immediately, he let out a string of '"sorry's'' since he invited himself in without your permission.

"Hey-- Bob, it's ok. You can stay in my room as long as you like." You say in a hushed tone while placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently so he'd calm down.

He found it hard to focus on your face as his eyes shift downwards in shame. "I just... I wanted to talk to you as soon as you came back."

"We can talk-" you intercept almost immediately. "But would you mind if I took a shower first? Then we can talk afterwards ok?"

Bob finally lifts his eyes off the ground to look at you before nodding. "Uhh yeah... yeah, I can wait."

You reached up to ruffle his slightly messy hair before retreating to where your walk-in closet was. Bob took the leisure of sitting back on your comfy bed as his eyes followed your every move.

"Ah, this will do," you muttered to yourself while fishing out your sleep shirt and a pair of shorts. Except, it looked bigger than usual?

"Oh right uhm, I think that's mine..." Bob mumbles hesitantly when you notice that it was, in fact, not yours.

Bob had the tendency to leave his belongings scattered in your room, including his large sweatshirts. He'd vist you almost every night since he'd constantly have nightmares, and you would comfort him whenever you could.

"You wouldn't mind if I wore this would you?" You turned around with the sleep shirt pressed against your chest to show it off. It was a deep blue navy colour, simple, yet comfortable.

"Uh yeah! Go ahead." Bob replies with open arms and his usual widespread grin. You returned the smile before grabbing your towel and headed into the washroom.

You quickly scrambled out of your suit and chucked it into the laundry basket to wash later. Bob could hear the sound of falling water through the doors of the washroom as he looked around.

That's when he realised he made quite a mess while waiting for you. So he took his time going around and picking things up from the floor to put them back to the right spots.

After half an hour or so, you stepped out with the towel around your neck after wringing out excess water from your hair. You had the power to control the wind, so it was easier to dry your hair, which was awfully convenient.

"Bob? You here?" You called out after noticing that he was nowhere in sight. The lack of response concerned you as you frantically searched your room for the man.

You finally found him in the far corner of the room, huddled with one of your plushies and was fast asleep. The racing of your heart only quickened once you hear him mumbling your name in his sleep.

"Oh Bob..." you shook your head amusingly as you bent down to his height to lightly shake him awake. It only took a few seconds before he stirred, you felt bad for doing so but you didn't want him to sleep on the floor.

"Do you wanna sleep here tonight?" You asked quietly since he was still half asleep, trying to process what you were saying. He nods his head after a while, placing the plush toy back where it was in the pile before reaching his arms out for you to grab.

You do just that and lead him towards your massive king sized bed. Just earlier on today, you had changed the sheets to satin ones, so it was even more comfortable than usual.

The lights were dimmed but not completely off since you learned the hard way that Bob hated the dark. So you switched on a nightlight by your bedside for extra light just in case.

Bob settled into the crispy sheets that had been untouched since your arrival. He scoots over a bit while you slipped in next to him.

Although, you two were in quite an awkward position after a while. Since you had to prepare a schedule for the next day, he was pretty much beneath you. You were struggling not to crush him while he only made things worse. His arms were wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him so he could soak in your warmth while you worked.

"Sorry Bob, just give me a few more minutes." You sighed while typing away on your phone. Bob only hummed in response while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"By the way...do you want to talk about the nightmare that you had?"

"Mm...yeah." Bob replied with a muffled voice as the vibrations tickled your skin, making you squirm slightly. "Alright, tell me what happened."

That's exactly what he did. You listened carefully as he mentioned all the bad things that he had seen in the nightmare.

That's one of the reasons why Bob admired you. You were straightforward with him but caring.

Many would think that sort of activity was only reserved for relationships. Which was partially true, you in fact, did harbour feelings for him. But you chose to keep them to yourself.

What Bob needed was someone who was patient and not pushy. For now, you were content with just being 'friends.' Even though it was far more than that.

It was around 7am in the morning by the time you awoke. The soft golden rays of sunlight shone through the blinds of your room, giving your room a soft glow.

Little did you know that a blonde haired assassin had come to your room during the night to ask you something, only to find you with your limbs entangled with Bob's.

Yelena being Yelena, took the opportunity to snap a few pictures on her phone before leaving. Already planning on using them for blackmail or to tease you whenever she pleased.

Speaking of Bob, he was fast asleep as you peer down at him. You became quite flustered since his face was fully pressed against your chest. He probably thought that it was his pillow, yet you were too afraid to move him. Instead, you opted to run your fingers through his dark chocolate locks.

They were soft, as usual, but still, you tried to detangle his hair gently since there were a few knots. It wasn't long before he started to stir, causing you to freeze in the process. You move away from him slightly to give him some space as he slowly processes where he is.

"Morning sunshine... did you sleep well?" You whispered gently as he peers up at you through his lashes, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His voice was hoarse while he spoke,

"G'morning...yeah I slept well, and you?"

"Ahh, me too..." You responded while brushing stray hair away from his face, it had gotten slightly longer than before. Which gave you the idea of maybe trimming the front bangs later on, with his consent, of course.

Your fingers lingered on his cheek for a brief moment, before retracting your hand. Bob was disappointed to say the least when he felt the warmth of your hand no longer present against his skin.

"Let's get freshen up and head down for breakfast. How does that sound...?"

Bob nods in agreement after rubbing the sleep from his eyes while you slowly got up.

He found himself practically swooning over you while he observed the way you stretched, letting your hair fall across your shoulders. Sure it was messy since you had just woken up, but to him, you looked heavenly.

You felt him staring but you chose not to think much of it. Bob's cheeks had a slight hue of red when you did manage to look back down at him, bringing a small smile to your face at his bashfullness.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Bob immediately shook his head before you positioned yourself above him. You reached down to place one hand on his cheek to feel the light stubble against your skin.

This time he doesn't let you retreat that easily as he tugs you down gently. A bold move indeed, especially for you.

At first you weren't sure how to respond, the air around you suddenly felt awfully scarce as you were beginning to find it hard to breathe.

Even though he was the one who had instigated the sudden act of intimacy, he too grew a sense of shyness.

To test the waters, he lean in closer, bumping your nose against his and letting your lips hover over his. Your eyes flickered from his lips back up to meet his. If anything, you were more than happy to back away if he felt uncomfortable.

But Bob did want this, so he took the initiative to press his lips against yours. You let out a surprised sound before melting into the kiss.

His lips were slightly chapped, but that didn't bother you. You smiled against his lips as he was struggling slightly, honestly you didn't blame him. He probably hasn't kissed anyone for a while.

But eventually he got the hang of it. He picked up the pace while you struggled to keep up. Turned out he's a quick learner since he copied the way your lips moved against his.

You wasted no time reaching to the back of his neck and slipped your fingers into his dark hair pulling him in impossibly closer.

Soft whimpers escaped his mouth in between each kiss while you soaked in every one, pushing him to kiss you deeper. Sighs and moans of content or pleaure are passed between both your lips and his. The two had to fight to not entirely lose yourselves completely within pure bliss.

You nipped his bottom lip slightly before leaving a soft trail of kisses from his mouth down to the side of his jaw.

"Hm? What're you doing?" He drawled while your lips leaves his briefly, almost bringing out another whine as he feels you lightly kiss the juncture of his neck.

"Mhm, just need you - ," you hummed against his supple skin. You left open-mouthed kisses against a specific area on his neck before gently taking his skin between your teeth to leave a mark.

The feeling was too overwhelming for him yet he found himself bringing you in impossibly closer while you worked. After leaving a significantly dark hickey on the side of his neck, you move back towards his lips.

Which he happily accepts. Head tilting the side, his hot breath mingling with yours, he kisses you with much fever.

Yet keeps it sweet and gentle at the same time. Lightly sucking on your bottom lip while running his thumb against your cheek.

The kiss was filled with raw emotions, all the times that he wanted to tell you of his true feelings were poured into it. You too shared the same amount of passion when you deepened the kiss even further.

Sadly, the need to breathe was apparent after what seemed like forever. You flutters your eyes open before pulling away to take in Bob's appearance. He looked so effortlessly pretty.

His cheeks were rosy and wet from his tears and hair was disheveled, but he still managed to look perfect to you. Before you could say a word, some unexpected words leaves his lips.

"I...I love you," he whispers while you processed what he just said. A small rush of warmth filled you at the sound of those meaningful words as you fought back the urge to kiss him again.

"I love you too..." you whispered before dipping your head low to pepper his face with kisses, making him laugh in the process.

"C'mon sleepy head, let's wash up." Bob reluctantly accepts the offer and tugs the end of your shirt while following you into the washroom.

He was still trying to recover from the small makeout session as his legs almost felt like jelly as he walked. Which was new for him.

An array of skincare products lined up before him as you reached into one your drawers to bring something out. You had given him one of your waterproof headbands to wear so that his hair wouldn't get in his face in the process.

One of the reasons why you did a skincare routine specifically for him was because he enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by you.

So it was no surprise when he leans into your touch with excitement while you applied the cleansing foam on his face. A satisfied grin played on his lips while you rubbed the product into his skin, making you feel all giddy inside.

After the two of you washed up and got dressed, you then made your way to the kitchen to have breakfast.

Not even a second went by when Ava gave you one of her snarky remarks as soon as you walked in with Bob in tow.

"Ahh the couple's here to join us." You rolled your eyes playfully at the sarcastic comment as you turn to face the women in question.

Little did she know that she was, in fact, telling the truth. But you weren't going to give her that satisfaction.

"Oh shush, you're just jealous that I'm not giving the same attention to you." You retorted with the same amount of sass.

"Wow, Touche." She responds while sipping her coffee.

"Bob? Do you want pancakes?" You turned your attention back to the brunette who was patiently waiting for you.

"Yes please," he replies with a tight-lipped smile, already feeling shy from Ava's comment of referring to you both as a couple.

"Pancakes it is then."

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[bloomseishiro]

Hi! Can I request some BLLK drabbles (with whichever BLLK characters you like) where the boys see the reader in tight clothes for the first time? Like, the reader usually wears baggy clothing or stuff that hides their curves/body figure, so it’s a total surprise! It doesn’t have to be a dress—tight shorts and crop tops work too!

Anyways, I love you and your fics! You’re doing amazing, hunny! 💕 Keep doing what you’re doing—your stories make me smile and feel the thrill!! 💓🩷💗

what a surprise — he sees you in tight clothes for the first time

౨ৎ ft. nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

a/n. THANK YOU SWEET ANON FOR THE REQUEST!! i had sm fun writing this and ur kind words def made my day ^-^ i chose the three characters i’m most comfy with heh one day i will expand!! >.>

contents. fluff, pre-relationship, timeskip/pro soccer player bllk boys, reader wears a tight dress for rin and nagi’s + crop top/short shorts for sae’s, these are suggestive so rated 16+ pls ! 

NAGI SEISHIRO

Nagi isn’t one to go to parties often. But this one was for Reo’s birthday and you were begging him to go. 

He thought it would be less of a hassle to simply agree with you and make an appearance. Besides, he could always bring his phone and hide in the corner of the room, if needed. 

But when Nagi sees the dress you’re wearing to the party, he decides maybe agreeing to come wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

“Does this dress make my butt look big?” you ask from his room, popping your head out of the doorframe. 

The two of you are getting ready at Nagi’s apartment, mainly so he can’t flake at the last minute, and he had stepped out earlier to give you privacy while changing. 

At your question, Nagi looks around lazily before his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you. The dress on your body is short and tight, leaving nothing to the imagination when it comes to the shape of your waist and hips. 

Nagi swallows with uncertainty. It’s different from your usual attire, that much even he could recognize. 

“Yes,” he manages to answer your question honestly. 

You beam as if that's just the response you’re looking for. “Great! I was going to wear my usual clothes, but Reo said we should dress nice since his family invited some celebrities.”

Nagi nods in acknowledgment. “Your dress is nice. But your usual clothes are nice, too.”

Hiding a giggle, you tug the dress down so it covers more of your thighs. Nagi can’t help but notice how shiny and supple your skin looks there. 

“Do you like one more than the other?” you ask playfully. 

He shakes his head hesitantly and he feels heat rise to his cheeks. “I like…both.”

“I’ll make sure to mix it up sometimes, then.”

ITOSHI SAE

Sae isn’t a saint. He’s never claimed nor pretended to be. While his focus has always been on soccer, he wasn’t one to turn down one night stands so long as they were conveniently timed for him. 

All that to say, he’s seen plenty of minimally-clad bodies before. But he’s never felt the dryness in his throat that he does now. All from seeing you in those denim booty shorts and cropped baby tee. 

Of course, the ridiculous shirt has, “Make Men Cry” written across your chest, only accentuating the curves you normally kept hidden even more. You may very well be able to reach that goal if you keep walking around like that. 

His face is neutral; only Sae himself feels the slight clench of his jaw as his eyes trail across your figure. 

“Do I look bad?” you blurt hesitantly, tugging at the hem of your shirt that landed just above your belly-button. Your fidgeting only serves to draw more attention to the exposed, soft skin on your stomach. 

Sae blinks slowly. “No. Who said that?”

“No one, but you just keep staring at me…” 

“Not because you look bad,” he corrects. “It’s because you look hot.”

“You think?” you ask shyly, peering up at him through your lashes. “My friend and I went on a shopping spree and I wanted to change up my wardrobe. Just sometimes, at least.”

Sae makes a mental note to thank your friend. “Well, if you need more clothes, you can use my card.”

“I’ll make sure to get more of these cropped tops. Since you seem to like it so much,” you tease.

“For whatever reason, only on you.”

ITOSHI RIN

Awestruck doesn’t begin to describe how Rin feels when he sees you in a silk dress that gracefully falls against all your curves. 

Galas are a pain, a stupid event he would skip if not for his PR team’s incessant prodding, but at least he managed to drag you along with him for this one. 

He didn’t, however, actually expect you to dress the part. He would’ve been fine if you had shown up in the oversized shirts and baggy pants you typically wore, but he was completely caught off guard at the sight of you now.

“Can you help me tighten the back?” you ask bashfully, turning around to reveal the almost-backless dress that held itself together by a few measly strings. “I don’t want it to fall off at the gala…”

Rin’s ears heat up and he mentally slaps himself for picturing that. “Yeah. C’mere.”

You aren’t one to wear revealing clothes often, and this is the most skin he’s seen since he ever met you. His fingers ghost the back of your spine as he fastens the strings into a little bow. His fingers jerk as he skims the softness of your skin and he clears his throat to distract himself. 

“Is this good?” he asks hoarsely. 

You tug at the straps to make sure it’s secure and nod brightly. “Yep! Thanks, Rin. Do you need help with anything? I can tie your tie in return!”

Panicked, he shakes his head and quickly fastens his tie himself. It’s the fastest Rin has ever gotten it done. Once finished, he catches you staring at him with a funny look. 

“You’re acting silly,” you say, sticking your tongue out.

“Sorry. I know. I’m just not used to you looking like that.”

Your gaze meets the floor as you shuffle your weight from foot to foot. “Is it weird?”

“It’s unfamiliar. But you look…” he trails off, cheeks a bright pink. “You look really pretty.”

You blink in surprise and an equally embarrassed look graces your features. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he coughs. “Not that you’re not always pretty. Just…it’s different.”

“Yeah,” you repeat, giggling through the shyness. “Well, if you want to see me like this more often, I guess you have to invite me as your plus one to more of these events.”

“Do you want to attend more of these with me?” asks Rin in surprise. 

“Not particularly,” you admit and Rin scoffs. “But maybe it’s worth it to see your cute reactions.”

His face heats up once more. “Shut up.” 

You laugh at him, placing your hand on your hips and only drawing more attention to your curves. Maybe Rin doesn’t hate galas, after all.

[razielim]

This is a very real but very specific social space. I've seen such spaces online but irl never had a conversation that didn't resolve with some sort of understanding that I both value science and have personal beliefs that I expect to have the right to entertain.

In any case, I haven't had much "Are you sure?" pushback when I say "I believe souls don't exist." Most follow-up questions are more along along the lines of "Wait, I can't imagine that - how would that work?" which is when I make it clear that I can't imagine souls existing, so we're in the same boat of total mutual cosmological incomprehensibility.

To "What if you're wrong?" questions (which I think are different from "Are you sure?" because "being wrong" in this case is them worried about me not hedging my bets on the afterlife versus anything to do with science), my answer is usually that faced with irrefutable proof of the existence of the supernatural, I would likely experience severe existential distress adjusting to my new reality, and possibly would never be able to adjust at all. That is a very reasonable outcome to expect. I then ask them if they wouldn't likely feel the same if they had to, hypothetically, experience undeniable proof the supernatural doesn't exist, and I have never had anyone who was spiritual enough to ask me these questions NOT understand what I meant and how I felt about my strongly held beliefs. Agnostics tend to say they'd be fine either way, and I'm not mad at them for that. Good! Thrive. Couldn't be me, tho. I'd fucking explode.

When it comes to the experience of belief, I generally have more in common with spiritual folk than agnostic folk, even if the agnostics in question are agnostic atheists. Which is weird since I tend to have much less (or nothing) in common with spiritual folk when it comes to exterior things like social mores, explaining phenomena, openness to different cultural perspectives, etc., but the fact is that believing nothing exists can be a strong belief, and someone having that belief (or not) doesn't have to define who they are, what kind of person they are, or how committed they are to keeping a curious and open mind to the world around them because all belief is interior.

I know what I know (current and past science, experience), and I believe what I believe (the physical world is all there is). The idea that simply experiencing an interior life that is separate from science is somehow "smug" is, to me, very sterile, perhaps bleak. Might as well never be spontaneously perverted about the bizarre or unexpectedly moved to tears by beauty if everything interior to you must somehow be moving in tandem with the rigorous scientific method. (What am I gonna do? Recreate the experience twenty more times to make sure the thing is sublime, and mark myself down as having been wrong the first time if I don't cry the other times? Like, obviously I jest, but...)

As far as I'm concerned, there is absolutely never any reason to bring up what I believe when talking about what I know, and anyone who takes what I've expressed about myself and tries to meld the two realms by appealing to "reason" or "justification" is trying to push their beliefs (interior life must be harnessed and ruled firmly by the exterior life) in a way that oversteps polite discussion, straight into prescription. Either I (very fortunately) exist in social spaces where having this boundary is respected, or I simply have never lingered in social spaces where it wasn't respected long enough for it to make an impression upon my certainty.

So while atheists definitely have trouble in other ways (to me, I'd say all of my troubles relating to atheism are purely political), I don't know that the dunking that people do online talking about whether or not atheism is cohesive with science is representative of the experiences atheists actually have. My irl conversations are hardly representative either, but aside from the fact that I don't typically volunteer my beliefs if they're not relevant because I'm not trying to sell them, I haven't ever felt like I'm "not allowed" to act like I'm sure of my beliefs once I've voiced them. Certainly not in progressive spaces, and not even in conservative spaces, where the sincerity of my beliefs can be unexpected and baffling but often fertile common ground. Any criticism I ever get is against my atheism non-Christianity itself, not against my solidity.

There's something about atheism that I've repeatedly tried and failed to put into words on several posts on this blog but I think I finally got it.

Atheists are the only religious minority who, even (or sometimes even *especially*) in ostensibly progressive spaces are not allowed to ever act like they're sure of their beliefs.

[lnfours]

okay fianlly ! i bring to you —

— "if i fall asleep, don't hang up." "i never do, love."

— noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?

alr i’m excited for this one ♡

sasha!!!! i’m so sorry this took so long, but i’m back and i hope you love this as much as i do!! thank you for being so patient with me 🥹🤍

cleaning out my inbox

your phone had rung late in the evening, once you had already followed your nightly routine and climbed into bed. you had your book in hand, the tv on for background noise, ready to relax after a long day.

you let out a sigh of slight annoyance when you heard it ringing from your nightstand. it quickly disappeared when you saw his name on your screen. you smiled softly, sliding the answer button to the right before his face popped up on your screen.

“hey,” you smiled at the curly haired man on your phone.

“hey,” he said, a tired smile on his face as he adjusted his arm behind his head, “what’re you up to?”

you held your book up to the camera and he nodded, squinting at the time in the corner of his phone, “shit, it’s that late over there already?”

“quarter to twelve,” you said, “but it’s okay,”

he shook his head, “‘m sorry, i wasn’t even thinking-“

“lan,” you chuckled, “it’s okay, just.. if i fall asleep, don’t hang up.”

he smiled, “i never do, love.”

you couldn’t help the way your cheeks turned hot, your smile growing a little wider as you bit the inside of your lip.

“what’d you get up to today?” he asked, the sound of the sheets rustling echoing through the speakers being a giveaway that he was trying to get comfortable.

“the usual,” you said, “work, came home, cleaned, ate dinner, got ready for bed, and now i’m on the phone with you,” he hummed, knowing your weekday routine pretty well, “what about you? how was media day?”

he chuckled, shaking his head, “‘m reminded every time i’m in front of the press why i like my privacy. you’re my peace and i wanna protect you from… all of this.”

you two had agreed to keep whatever this was between the two of you. take your time, not rush into labeling things. feeling things out, crossing the line you two danced around for years beforehand. the fans knew who you were, they’ve known you as long as they’ve known him, but as far as your relationship, that was just between you two and a select amount of your friends who you knew you could trust.

“is it that or do you just not wanna share me with anyone else?” you smirked, jokingly. he laughed with you, the two of you smiling at each other after a while.

“miss you,” he smiled softly, “i should probably let you get some sleep.”

you hummed, glancing at the time, “probably should,”

“i love you,” you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to him saying it, “i’ll call you tomorrow when i’m done at the track.”

“can’t wait to hear all about it,” you smiled, “good luck tomorrow. i love you.”

“goodnight, baby,”

“goodnight, lan.”

[itzpookiepooh]

I didnt know you did requestss, I love your writing so much! if it's not too much trouble, I'd love to see you write the guys' reaction to an mc who's just comically clueless? doesn't catch hints, and flirting goes over the head. even when they've already stablished a relationship, they still doesn't see it coming when the guys want a kiss or more and it always makes mc freeze for a sec like "ooh" and it's just funny. the lis have to very direct, its like mc is on loading screen 99% of the time lmao sorry if its complicated or too specific

Oh, Me!

Thank you so much! I got you don’t worry!

Caleb loves you he swears he does but you were just so clueless. Any advance he try you would not understand at all. He tried to kiss you you’d coincidentally move out of the way. If he tried to flirt you would laugh it off as if he was cracking a joke. Today he was planning on asking you out and everything had to be perfect…for his sake.

He set out a perfect dinner and wondered how to come about everything. You were ready to eat, you had been hungry all day especially since Caleb insisted that you don’t fill up on anything. You tapped your finger on the table waiting for the food to get here. Caleb was nervous practically sweating bullets.

“Hey pipsqueak…” He trails off placing a hand on the table. You turn to him fluttering your lashes with big clueless eyes.

“What’s up?” You ask, he gulps before answering, “I like you. I mean really like you.” His voice shaky with nerves.

“Well I’d hope so we grew up together.” You laugh and tap his hand playfully. He sighs, there you go again.

“No like I really like you like I want to be with you.” He explains both elbows now on the table as he does so. You blink at him still not getting it. Are you not together right now?

A dramatic sigh leaves Caleb as he leans back dramatically in his seat. He throws himself forward and grabs your hands.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He says bluntly. You chuckle before answering, “Oh I get it. You’re practicing!” She taps the said of her head and makes a duh motion with her mouth.

Caleb wanted to pull his hair out. You were so…special. So clueless and yet so smart at the same time. He could only blame himself for this because he asked you last week but the way he asked made it seem like he was practicing on you. He grabbed your cheeks making you look at him.

“I like you, love you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I’m real life right now.” He emphasizes making your eyes go wide as if you just figured out a worldwide mystery.

“Oh! Yes of course.” You answered making him sigh in relief. Finally!

Zayne is use to you being mildly confused. It was what ultimately drew him to you other than your caring nature. Him telling you he wanted to be with you was one thing but now he had to go through the process again. He sighed at the thought but it was worth it in the end.

So on a walk, hand in hand, he took a deep breath. This was it. You were enjoying the scenery around you as the quiet evening sky fell over you. The sunset painting the sky beautifully. He admired you as he holds your hand tighter.

“I want to tell you something.” His usual low tone flows through your ears. You look up at him with hopeful eyes.

“I want to take a step toward our future.” He tells you as you glance at him occasionally.

“Like getting a dog! I’ve always wanted a dog!” You excitedly bounce holding his hand to your chest. He blinks before shaking his head at how you threw him off.

“No I want us to be closer.” He tells you as you continue to walk. You think to yourself before snapping.

“Like getting a smaller bed!” You chuckle as if you were the brightest crayon in the box. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I want us to move in together.” He tells you bluntly. You squeal in excitement, “Like roommates!”

“Why would we be roommates?” He pauses to question you. Why wouldn’t you be roommates? That’s literally what two people moving in are like!

“Because we live together….” You both just stare at each other.

“I’m your boyfriend.” He states the obvious. You nod firmly. “Exactly like roommates version.” You agree.

“Oh my gosh.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

Rafayel was on the verge of pulling his hair out. He had been flirting with you all day and you were just not catching on. If he could pull his eyeballs out he would. He called you cute and you said thank you and complimented him back. Fine, whatever. He wrapped his arm around you during the movie and you scooted over thinking you were in his way. He kissed the icing off your face and you told him he could’ve just used a napkin so he wouldn’t get dirty. He couldn’t win.

“How clueless are you?” He asks you on the cusp of irritation. You tilt your head confused on why he asked.

“I’m not.” You tell him. He huffs narrowing his eyes at you.

“I’ve been flirting with you all day and you haven’t noticed me ONCE!” He complains slamming his hands on the bed.

“Really? When?” You ask him as he names off every instance today. “That was you flirting?” He felt a pang in his chest.

“Are you playing with me or something?” He deadpans but you were so very serious.

“Nope sorry.” You tell him as he pouts. He gets up and kisses you putting you in a daze.

“I’ve wanted a kiss this whole time.” He pouts holding your cheeks.

You blink slowly at him before nodding, “Noted.”

Sylus is such a sweetheart. A patient, loving, sweetheart. You were so clueless to his advances and it was kind of funny to him he won’t lie. He flirts with you and you take it literally. It made him and the twins laugh so hard to the point of tears.

You walked by him as he was reading and he decided to test you. He knew how you’d react and that was the fun in it. You were going out for the afternoon and were fixing your jeans.

“Do you have any room in your jeans for me, sweetie?” He smirks at you putting down his book. You raise an eyebrow at him. Of course you didn’t these were already tight as is.

“No? Why would you want to wear these with me in them?” You replied genuinely confused what his problem was.

The twins were wheezing from the doorway. You were always like this. They didn’t know if you were joking at first but now they know you’re dead serious. You look at them with your hands on your hips, concerned. What was so funny?

“What?” You didn’t appreciate being laughed at. You wanted to get the joke.

“Sweetie I’m flirting.” Sylus tells you through his laughter. A lightbulb goes off as your mouth makes an ‘O’.

“Oh…sorry.” You sheepishly replied. Sylus didn’t mind he thought you were hilarious.

You and Xavier are the same amount of aloof and everyone knows it. Xavier was subtly trying to flirt and you were not getting it. He thought he was pretty smooth though even if you didn’t get it. You were dressed up nice already for your date. Xavier couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he wanted to ravish you.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented you making you get shy. You wave him off, “Thanks.” His eyes grow dark as he thought of what to say next.

“It would look even better on the bedroom floor.” He smirks at you making you freeze and stare at him.

“What?” You raise your eyebrow. He smiles softly at you as if he didn’t say anything.

“I said it would look even better on the bedroom floor.” He repeated making you stare at him blankly.

“I don’t get it. Why would I do that? That’s making a mess.” You tell him crossing your arms. He chuckles before walking up to you and whispering in your ear.

“Oh! Xavier don’t be nasty!” You smack his arm making him fall out laughing. You were flustered the rest of the night because he kept flirting with you.

This took a minute but aye I hope I got it right 😅

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

butterflygirl738 (6)

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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"It was a nice day," S says as he checks the rear view mirror.

You twitch out of your trance. Your eyes are itchy, the way they get after a double shift. You suppress a yawn and nod.

"Very nice, thank you," you agree and twiddle your fingers in your palm.

"But you're anxious to get home..." he says.

"Well....my mom..." you begin. "I'm not trying to ditch you--"

"Ha, I know. I'm selfish. I've had you all day." He keeps his eyes on the road. "Should we stop and get her something?"

"Um, that's. Mm. I'd love to but..."

"Might be suspicious. Got it." He clucks. "Well, what about tomorrow? You got plans?"

"She has an appointment," you say. "Check-up."

"Ah, makes sense," he says. "When is it? Maybe after..."

"Yeah, er maybe. But... how long are you here? What about New York?" You wonder. The big city, his company, all that is still a mystery to you.

"It can wait. Besides, the hotel has wifi. I got all night to catch up emails."

"Oh, right." You stare at the street ahead.

"Tomorrow?" He prompts before the silence drags.

"Tomorrow. After noon? Should be done by then," you assure him, twisting your fist around your finger.

"Can I ask you a favour?" He slows as he gets to your street.

"A favour?"

"Yeah. Nothing big. Promise." He turns the corner and keeps a snail's pace.

"Alright," you utter.

"Will you bring a few bills tomorrow? We can go through them. Sort that out--"

"S. No. I can't--" 

"But that's the deal," he insists. "How can I help if I don't know the situation?"

"I... I don't know. It's a lot."

"A lot you shouldn't be worried about. You should be focused on your mom. Not money." He stops in front of your building. He angles in his seat and puts his hand on the back of yours. "This is what I'm here for. To take all that off your shoulders."

You exhale and swallow dryly. "It feels like too much."

"Not to me." His thumb rubs the seat, close to your shoulder. "Look, I'm just me. I got more than enough for that. I want to do this. I want someone to share this with. To spoil, if I can."

You look at him. He's too good to be true. After all the bad days, all the set backs, all the red numbers, you just can't believe it's what he says it it.

"I'll bring one," you offer.

"One?" He echoes.

"Mhmm," you nod.

"The highest one then," he says. His tone is even but demanding. 

"Okay."

"Okay," he repeats and clears his throat. "Look, sweetheart, let's not ruin the day. Go inside, spend some time with mom. I'll text you."

You chew your lip. You should tell him. It won't help if he thinks you're ignoring him.

"Maybe not." You fidget. "I'm... I'm almost out of... I uh, the internet is down and I pay per message."

"Hm, why didn't you mention it before?" He challenges.

You sink down, pushing your shoulders high. "It's embarrassing."

He sighs. 

"No problem. Tomorrow. After noon," he pats the seat and rescinds his hand. "Hope the appointment goes well."

"Me too," you murmur in dread.

You undo your seat belt and grab your purse. You sit up and glance at him. He watches you expectantly but you're not sure what he's waiting for.

"Good night," you say.

His jaw ticks, "good night, sweetheart."

You smile weakly and get out. You shut the door gently and turn to step over the curb. You march up to the front doors and peek back. You wave then go inside.

You feel bad now. Like you're abandoning him. After such a nice day, you're just strutting off without giving him anything...

Your chest knots up as you climb the stairs. It isn't just him, it's the lies. You're not sure you can keep this up but if you don't, what are you going to do? You can't pay him back and the missed hours at work won't do much to help that. And if you keep calling in, well, you might not have time to make up for what you missed.

You're confused. This was supposed to make it all easier but it all feels so much more complicated. Why can't life be as simple as the chrysalis in the hamper? 

🦋

"Will you come in with me?" Your mom asks as they call her name.

You nod and stand with her. It's not like the early days. When she went on her own. She didn't tell you the diagnoses right away. Not until the first treatment. That was a horrible day and there's been many of those since.

You follow the nurse to the sterile room. You sit in the chair in the corner and your mother sits in the chair by the small counter top. You're silent. Both anxious.

Dr. Vincent enters. You almost feel like you should stand. You cross your legs and return his greeting. It's not a very good morning but you won't say so.

"So, Noreen," he says to your mother. "I have some news."

Your mother looks at him from her chair. She looks small like a child. You've never seen her afraid but in that moment, you see her eyes gleam.

"You're a candidate for stem cell transplant." He says.

Your mom looks at you and back to him. You don't know what that means either. You remember they mentioned it early on but it never came back up.

"No more chemo. At least for now. We think this is the opportune time and it could help with recovery in the long run," he explains.

"Oh, right," she breathes. 

"We'll send you for a few scans to see how things are looking but your last images were positive."

"Uh huh, okay," she blinks. "Is it very expensive?"

He hums. "It can be. Depending on insurance. Of course, it would be my recommendation for you to go with it. Chemo is showing results but in my experience, this is the best course of action. If you wish to continue as you are, it's entirely within your discretion."

You're both quiet.

"I'll provide you some information on it before you go. How about that? Give you some time to think." He says.

"That's good," you say as your mom stays silent.

"Alright, then, we'll do the usual," Vincent diverts. "Let's get you on the bed."

You sit patiently as he checks your mother over. He's quick and efficient. He has a full waiting room, even this early in the morning. You thank him after your mother does and he leaves the room.

She steps onto the stool and down to the floor. As you approach her, she sighs. She doesn't say anything as she leads you out of the room.

As she stops at the admin desk to get the folder of pamphlets, she bids them a good day. As you come out into the gloomy of the rainy day, you take her hand. She stops and stands at the curb, looking out into the distance.

"I'm tired, pie."

"I know, mom," you say.

"What do you think?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe... we should read the stuff."

"It'll be expensive."

"It's all expensive," you mutter.

She drops her head. "My last days and I have to watch my daughter work herself half to death just to suffer more and more."

"Mom, please, he said things are looking good--"

"Maybe but I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

You swallow as your eyes burn. "It's... it's your choice. Always your choice." You look away, trying not to cry.

"Honey," she squeezes your hand. "I don't want to give up. I know you won't, either, but you're tired too. It hurts me to see you like this."

"Mom," is all you can eke out.

She lets go of you and looks at the folder. She exhales. "I'll read it over."

"We'll read it together," you offer. 

"When's work?" She wonders.

"Noon," you answer. Not work, per se. Just an obligation.

"Enough time for breakfast," she says. "My treat."

"Mom," you say.

"I know, I know. But I just want one last cinnamon bun before I go," she insists.

🦋

You're trembling. You haven't been able to stop since you left the apartment. You couldn't let your mom see the panic. She's already having a rough day.

You stand under the awning of the building, waiting. S drives up and you run out without pulling up your jacket hood. You feel in your pocket for the pamphlet.

You get in the car and flick the moisture from your cheeks. You gasp. "It's really coming down."

"You don't have an umbrella?" S says.

"Forgot," you shrug.

"Mm, well, looks like a day best spent inside. I was thinking, they got pretty good food at my hotel. We could have lunch."

You hesitate. The thought of his hotel room makes your stomach stir. You remember what he said. 'We'll see where it goes'. It's feeling more and more like there's only one way this goes.

"Sure, whatever you like." You sniff.

You buckle up and sit back. You tilt your head up.

"Long morning?" He asks as he pulls into the street.

"Yeah... a little."

"Bad news?" He asks cautiously.

"Mm, news... stuff to think about."

"Right," he steers on as the wipers swing back and forth. "Well, just relax. Once we get to the hotel, you can get dry and clear your head."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You close your eyes, content to let the rain and the motion soothe you. It's a moment to prepare yourself.. Maybe once you tell him, he'll change his mind.

When the car stops, you snap up as if you were sleeping. Your mind slows as the world does the same. S smiles at you and reaches behind your seat. He grabs an umbrella out of the back.

He gets out, shielding himself from the downpour, and comes around to open your door. He walks you up to the hotel doors and folds up the umbrella before he enters the lobby. He points you to the elevators.

"Got some work done this morning," he proclaims as you get on. "You were asking about my company."

"Oh, right. I was. Curious, I guess. I don't know anyone who owns one."

"You do now," he chuckles. "It's not as glamourous as it seems. This is as much time as I've had to myself in... a decade?"

"Really?"

"Not to complain. I mean, certain things I don't have to worry about. It's not a bad life. Solitary," he shrugs and the doors open.

He guides you along the hallway to his suite door. He lets you in ahead of him. He puts the umbrella in the tall vase by the door.

You unzip your jacket and hang it. You look down at your jeans. They're soaked. You rub the damp fabric.

"I got a spare robe in here, if you want to let those dry," he says.

"Sure, uh, probably," you agree.

He takes off his shoes and you step out of your boots. You linger by the door, shyly glancing into the suite. He stands up and combs his fingers through his hair.

"I'll get the room service menu," he grins and struts away. "Make yourself at home."

As he looks around, you reach into your jacket pocket. You hide the pamphlet behind your back, clasping your wrist tight, and tiptoe further inside. He waves the laminated menu at you.

"Right here," he puts it on the small round table between two chairs. "I'll get that robe."

"Sure."

You wait, reluctant at the edge of the sitting room. A couch and a clamshell chair in velvet. It's all so nice.

He comes back in.

"If you want to change before you make up your mind--"

"Uh huh, yeah."

You keep the pamphlet behind you and take the robe. He points you to the bathroom and you scurry into it. You lock yourself inside and strip off the wet jeans. The texture leaves your skin itchy. Ugh.

You hang them on the bar meant for towels and pull on the robe. It's soft and roomy. You tuck the pamphlet into the pocket and face the door.

You emerge as S sits at the table. You walk carefully, paranoid that the robe might fall open despite the tight knot around the middle. You sit down and lean over to read the menu. It's a good distraction.

"I recommend the mac and cheese, as simple as it sounds," he taps with his finger.

"Oh, I like mac and cheese," you say.

You continue your perusal. You'll probably just go with what he says. Your appetite is lost in the storm of your inside.

"So, uh, did you bring that bill?"

You sit up stiffly and blink at him. Your hand goes to the pocket of the robe. You gape at him. How do you do this?

"We can wait--"

"No, I can't. Not-- no. Because..." you stammer as your heart races. "Because it's... it's too much and... you can say no and... I'll be okay. My mom will be okay. I'll figure it out. I will."

"Woah, woah, sweetheart," he gets up and comes around the table. He gets down to his knees as he puts his hands on your arms, his thumbs caressing you. "It's alright. I asked you to--"

"No, no," you jitter as you reach in the pocket and slide out the pamphlet, slightly damp from the rain. "It's... it's more... it's..." you look down at the paper as you clutch it in your hands. "The doctor said it will be good but..."

He drags his hands down your arms to your hands. He eases the pamphlet free. He sits back on his heels and opens it. He reads it over as you cover your face.

"I think I should go--"

"I can do it," he says calmly. "One hundred? Easy."

"One hundred thousand!" You drop your hands. "S!"

"It's just money. This isn't about that. It's about your mom, isn't it?"

You stare at him. You don't understand how he can be so generous. It's just take, take, take, and you have nothing to give. And the more he gives, the more you depend on it. The hole only gets deeper and deeper.

[hellfiremunsonn]

Not So Into It. Eddie Munson x Reader.

Not So Into It.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Sometimes you try to push through when you shouldn't and Eddie notices right away.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: Fem reader though no real fem descriptions used, pet names obv. Not entirely explicit. Reader tries to endure the rest of sex though she's not really feeling it anymore. Eddie is super sweet and makes sure she knows its fine whenever she wants to stop. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: Slightly self indulgent (as most of my fics are) I've realized recently that I've pushed through having sex with partners despite no longer being in the mood, because it's 'easier' that asking them to stop, and making them upset. (rather the fear of making them upset) so I was day dreaming about how Eddie would react and then started writing this. Also I did not make a header for this and it feels naked and I hate it so I'll probably add one later maybe or not idk I have ADHD.

Word count: 764

You've been at it for maybe about fifteen minutes now. The roll of eddies hips as he thrusts into you lazily, occasionally picking up speed before slowing back down. Kissing you all over, and murmuring words of filthy praise.

And it's wonderful it is; And the foreplay before hand was even better, but now you've sort of just, lost interest in it. But Eddie is fucking into you so nicely, and he's so worked up that you don't want to stop him.

Especially because he spent so much time working you up on his fingers and with his mouth, so only for you to 'spoil' it by stopping so soon felt mean. So instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into the crook of it, trying to encourage him to go faster, to chase that release you know he wants, and you want to give it to him. 

It doesn't take Eddie long to notice that you're no longer into it when you sort of go quiet. You're not clinging to him like you usually do, and when you do make any noise, it's not full of pleasure and want, it's more involuntary. He pulls back enough to catch a glimpse of your face, watching how you close your eyes almost immediately, biting at your lip as if you're pretending it feels good. 

"Babe?" Eddie murmurs out, a little breathless and hoarse, slowing his hips until you open your eyes. 

"Yeah baby? Why'd you stop?" you say cheerfully, cringing at the sound of your own voice because you know it doesn't sound very convincing. 

"Are you okay?" He asks instead of answering your question, his eyes searching your face for something.

"Yeah" you reply quickly, because you are technically okay, you just don't really want to be having sex anymore. 

"You're not really into it right now though are you?" It's more of a statement than a question, because he knows you.

You hesitate for a moment, debating lying, but how could you when you have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world looking down at you like that. "Well... N-no not really, but it's okay you can finish, I don't want to like blue ball-"

"Blue ball me?" He scolds, rolling his eyes before pulling out of you slowly, pulling his boxers back up over his hips and moving to sit next to you. 

You cover your face with your hands. Face heating up in embarrassment and guilt. "I'm sorry" you mumble, feeling an annoying wave of emotions creep up on you. 

"Sorry? baby you've got nothing to be sorry about" Eddies confused, and his heart hurts seeing you upset, especially over something like this. "It's okay that you wanted to stop, it's always okay when you want to stop" He says firmly, pausing so you understand the sincerity of his words."I just wish you had said something sooner" he murmurs softly, reaching up to gently tug your hands away from your face, sighing when he sees your wet eyes and the tears that roll down your temples. "C'mere" he says while tugging at your hands once more, pulling you over to him until your head rests against his chest, warm where your cheek is pressed. 

"I just didn't want you to be upset" You mumble. You know it's stupid, because Eddie has never once been upset when stopping before and you've never felt like you had to perform for him, but you just couldn't help the lingering guilt of past experiences creep up on you. "You d-did all that work for me, it's not fair that you have to stop"

"Baby I'm going to stop you right there... no pun intended" He giggles. "I don't care if I do all the work and then some, I like pleasing you just to please you, it barely has anything to do with me, and if I was really that desperate, I could literally just go jerk off" he says this so easily, because truthfully it is, and deep down you know that, because consent and love are two beautiful things especially when combined. 

"Now why don't we get you dressed back up on some comfy clothes, and we can cuddle for as long as you want. Sound good?" He trails his fingers across your hairline, down from your temple to your jaw and back up until you give him the smallest nod. He kisses you on the forehead and helps you get dressed before pulling you back against his chest where he holds you until you feel just a little bit more normal again. 

[secondsistershelby3]

A MONSTER BUT NOT FOR YOU [2]

Pairings: Joel Miller x immune!Reader

Summary: you were born and raised in shit, like so many other people born during the apocalypse, you knew that things would be even more difficult since that fateful day in 2015, but did you ever imagine that people would no longer see you as a human being, or maybe someone would?

Warnings: !SPOILER TLOU!, typical violence of the last of us, angst, blood, quite specific descriptions gore, age gap, SMUT, 18+, obscenity, !Legal!, flashbacks, I will try to make Joel behave in a fairly canonical way

Note: I'm glad people enjoyed the first chapter, I had this idea in mind for a while but I never had the courage to write it because I thought it was a bad idea

MASTERLIST

Part 1 - Part 2

Boston, 2023

Your skin was cold as ice, almost as if you were dead, even though it was hot in Boston. You felt almost helpless, as if you hadn't moved in a week. At the slightest noise you jumped up in the air thinking that whatever made the noise was coming into the room with you. The room was dark, except for a few slivers of light that came in from the window during the day, the chains had left a mark on your wrists from how many times you had tried to free yourself. There was only silence

"uuuggh WHAT THE FUCK!"

well not completely silent, since every day you heard a voice complaining and pulling on the chains in the room next to yours. You could hear them always asking her the same thing: "count slowly and clearly from 1 to 10", "now hold out your hand" "say your name slowly", you always heard her answer.

Count, Veronica, count Veronica, count Veronica, always the same answers

For you, they only came in to feed you, they looked you up and down and then they left. No tests, no questions, no 'courtesy'

You didn't speak, you only used gestures: you kicked, you gave the middle finger, you spat, you pulled but not a single word. You had been in that shitty room for a little over a week.

No torture, nothing like that, it wasn't because you were weak.

It was because they hadn't fed you since they put you in this room. Not the food that is usually meant, something else that you wanted to repress for days but that in the end you had to give in, a souvenir of that night, along with others.

You had your knees pulled up and your arms around them, trying to stay "conscious", in case someone came in.

The door in front of you opened and you threw yourself back against the wall, panting and feeling your face throbbing, as well as your arms and legs.

"you're still… well you" Marlene approached slowly, still remaining at a certain distance.

"you're not going to say anything today either?" nothing. That bitch didn't deserve a word from you, she just had to give you some fucking blood tests and blood samples, instead here you are.

"I know you don't like this, but if I had told your sister and brother they wouldn't have let me do it, and this operation is important and we're sure we can do it with you" you were sweaty, out of breath but you still managed to give her a threatening look and suddenly you tried to sprint with your little strength but the chains were too short and they pulled your wrists for the umpteenth time. Marlene remained still where she was.

"you'll understand that all of this is for the greater good" you remained on your knees staring at a fixed point while you heard the door close and you returned to the dead silence, you don't know how much you would have resisted your impulses and you didn't want to find out.

—

"I told you that you couldn't trust Marlene, damn it!" Thomas whispered to Denise as they walked quickly to the building where they had left you because Marlene wanted to do some "tests"

"She seemed trustworthy, I.. I thought I could trust her…" Thomas turned quickly towards his sister, making her stop suddenly "that's why we shouldn't trust the fucking Fireflies" Thomas looked her straight in the eyes and sighed before starting to walk again.

Denise loved you and only wanted the best for you but she thought she could trust her, they both trusted the Fireflies, but for a while you had your doubts about that group, but they gave you extra rations, a comfortable place to sleep and in exchange they wanted you for a blood sample or test, but never for that long. They had to understand that Marlene wanted to screw them

While walking through the streets of Boston the two ran into some F.E.D.R.A. soldiers that surrounded where it looked like there had just been an explosion.

"it must have been those fireflies again" Thomas sighed - "yes.."

they only had one thing in mind, to have a talk with the boss of the fireflies

—

You hadn't counted how much time had passed since Marlene had spoken to you. But you knew that you were getting worse by the minute, your veins were pulsing all over your body and your almost primal instincts were struggling to get out and you were about to let go of everything, close your eyes and abandon yourself to the darkness.

But gunshots prevented you, you raised your head suddenly and opened your eyes wide, the gunshots continued and were reciprocated, you also heard people shouting commands from one side to the other, people running on the stairs, going up and down.

And then the door opened

"sir there's a little girl here"

it was your chance to recover and escape, but it wouldn't have been nice, not for you, nor for this F.E.D.R.A. soldier.

The darkness obscured most of your body.

"are you infected?" the soldier continued to slowly approach

"I'm sorry…" you whispered

"what-"

screams

gunshots

grunts

blood…

so much blood

the soldier was dead.

—

Tommy moved carefully as he entered the building with Denise and as he closed the door trying not to make any noise he felt a tap on his shoulder "Tommy…" his sister Denise's whisper scared reached his ear

"What-" as soon as Thomas turned he saw two dead bodies in front of the stairs. One was a firefly, the other was a soldier of the F.E.D.R.A.

"fuck…they got in" - "and if they got in it means they'll find her" they looked at each other at the same time and hurried up the stairs, fuck being silent, the F.E.D.R.A. had found the fireflies and that meant they would find you too.

Thomas went with the gun pointed in front of him as he checked every corner before moving forward, Denise looked at his balls with her revolver.

As they climbed another flight of stairs they heard the first voice

"Joel!"

fucking Marlene.

Thomas turned to Denise and put his index finger in front of his mouth to signal for silence. They stood against the wall as they walked forward, the voices getting closer and closer

"Ellie" was still Marlene's voice, it sounded authoritative as if she was scolding someone.

Thomas leaned forward slightly and saw 5 people, Marlene, next to her presumably a firefly, a girl who couldn't have been more than 15 years old on the ground, a man and a woman next to her. He could shoot one of the two unknown adults and they might have had a chance. Thomas took a breath and aimed the gun at the adult man, he put his finger on the trigger.

"Thomas, wait!"

Everyone turned around and the two smugglers immediately pointed their guns behind them.

"Don't shoot Joel!" Marlene stopped them immediately.

"Where the fuck is our sister Marlene?!" Thomas continued to keep his gun pointed, Denise did the same standing next to him.

"everyone put your guns down first, we're not enemies" Thomas raised his eyebrow

"oh no? so taking my sister as a guinea pig by surprise isn't being enemies?! - "now calm down and put your gun down Thomas and I'll give you your sister back" Marlene held one hand in front of her for safety while the other rested on the wound

Thomas looked from Marlene to the two strangers. "they have to put them down first"

silence fell in the hallway. "Joel does as he says" Joel glared at the head of the lights "Do it!….please"

Joel looked at Marlene and then Thomas and motioned for Tess to put her gun down, Thomas and Denise put theirs down in return.

"where is she?" asked Thomas as he slowly approached the group, continuing to check the two in front for safety. Marlene nodded towards the door next to the girl on the floor.

Denise looked at her brother and rushed to the door, took a deep breath and turned the doorknob and pushed it, letting light into the room.

Denise opened her mouth wide and gagged when she saw the scene in front of her, she put her hand in front of her mouth to keep from vomiting and turned her head to the side. Thomas put a hand on his sister's shoulder and tried to get his courage up to go in.

A F.E.D.R.A. soldier was lying on the ground with part of his guts hanging out, he had bite marks on his neck, his intestines were hanging out of his body. There were bullet holes on the walls, there were several.

Thomas turned his head to look for you but he didn't see you "fuck..fuck, fuck"

He immediately turned to Marlene and went angrily towards her, but the woman next to her raised her gun towards him "what have you done?!" Thomas had a look more than furious

"Thomas" Denise looked behind Marlene

"no christ now she have to listen to me, she have no idea of ​​the seriousness of the actions she have done!-"

"Thomas!" - "WHAT?!" he turned her head towards her sister angrily. Her sister had a worried look as she pointed her head towards the stairs, behind Marlene.

When your brother turned his head in that direction, he finally saw you, you had blood on your clothes and a little on your face, you were breathing fast, your face almost tired "holy christ.." he whispered before rushing towards you, your sister did the same, Thomas put his jacket on you. They just hoped that the two of them hadn't seen the body in the room.

"we had a deal Marlene, a fucking deal!" - "I had to do it, I needed you to help me carry the girl" Marlene sighed in pain with her hand on her hip as she looked at Thomas

"and I still need her" Thomas' eyes widened with an almost amused expression

"are you kidding us!?" your sister spoke to that statement

"my soldiers are dead and having your sister is more than indispensable, and I need you too" Marlene turned her head towards the smugglers

"Who is she?" asked the woman

"to you? She's a cargo"

"we don't smuggle humans and not with other kids" - "but how old do you think we are excuse me?" your brother looked at the stranger with anger

"he had to escort her to the government building, I had squadrons and armored vehicles but not anymore and you are the only ones who can do it"

"you are fucking crazy" your brother laughed

"there will be some fireflies there and they can escort you to Wyoming, that's where you want to go, right?" Your brother had an arm around you as he looked at you. Yes, they had wanted to go there for a while, they had heard that there was a community of survivors and they could finally be safe but they didn't know how to get there, but they didn't know if they could trust Marlene as much as they do now.

"and for you there will be more than a battery, I can give you also an armored vehicle with a full tank, weapons, supplies, I swear" Marlene turned her head towards the two smugglers then pointed her finger at you

"she may seem like a little girl, but you don't know what she is capable of, she is as much as you if not more, it will be more than essential" you looked with a cold gaze at the two strangers in front of you

"who said we accepted?" - "I swear I'm telling you the truth Thomas, I know what I'm getting into if I don't tell you the truth this time"

Thomas looked at Denise as the smugglers walked away to talk "I don't want to put her in danger" your sister spoke

"I can do it" for the first time in a week you had uttered a word "if this takes us to Wyoming…I can do it" you turned your head towards your brother more than determined

You walked down the stairs with your brothers behind you while you looked at Marlene without saying anything.

You had been locked up for almost 14 days but you finally got out but how long would it take you to get into trouble with these new "companions"

—

I swear the interactions with Joel will come, but first I wanted to introduce everything a bit

[brinasheqrt]

Feral

pairings - sabrina carpenter x masc!reader

warning - angst (happy ending) , kissing

wc - 1.3k

Sabrina couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in her stomach. She hated it, honestly. The feeling of jealousy was something she wasn’t used to. But here she was, sitting at the edge of the couch, trying her best to look calm. Trying to keep her cool while you, her girlfriend, stood there, laughing with that other girl.

The one who had made it a habit of leaning a little too close to you whenever the two of you hung out with friends. The one who always made jokes at your expense, her voice a little too flirtatious for Sabrina’s liking.

The one who, for whatever reason, could never seem to take a hint. Sabrina had tried to brush it off at first, but now, sitting there, her fingers clenched into fists, she knew she had to do something about it.

You hadn’t noticed her staring from across the room, too caught up in the conversation, your back turned to her. She hated how she couldn’t stop her gaze from following every little thing you did. How the other girl’s hand brushed against your shoulder, how you laughed a little too loudly at her joke.

It was all a little too much for Sabrina, and she was on the verge of snapping.

“Hey,” Sabrina finally muttered, standing up. You turned to her, but your attention quickly shifted back to the girl who was now standing too close to you, her hand still resting on your arm. Sabrina felt her heart race, but she fought the surge of emotion with every fiber of her being.

“Yeah?” You turned to Sabrina, your voice light, but Sabrina saw the slight tension in your shoulders, the way you avoided her gaze for just a moment too long.

“Are we gonna head out soon, or what?” Sabrina asked, her tone a little sharper than usual. She didn’t know why, but everything about this moment felt like it was pushing her to the edge.

“Uh, yeah, just a sec,” you answered, giving Sabrina a tight smile before turning your attention back to the girl. Sabrina felt her stomach drop. There was something about the way you were acting, like you were more focused on her than on Sabrina.

That was when it happened. Without thinking, Sabrina strode over to you, her hands finding your waist and pulling you into her with such force that you stumbled for a second.

“Hey, I’m still here,” Sabrina muttered, her voice soft but with an edge of frustration. You blinked, surprised by her sudden closeness.

“Sabrina?” you asked, brows furrowing as you looked at her.

“Yeah, I’m right here,” she said again, almost too calmly. But in her eyes, you could see the storm that was brewing. “Does she always get to have your attention?”

You frowned, taken aback by the words. “What’s going on?” you asked, your tone confused, but Sabrina’s grip tightened around you.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” she said, her breath shaky now. She was furious. She hated feeling like this. “You’ve been all over her all night, haven’t you?”

“I—I haven’t,” you protested quickly, pulling back slightly, but Sabrina wasn’t having it.

“No,” she hissed, “don’t do that. You can’t even look me in the eyes, and yet you’ve got time to laugh and touch her like that.”

Your chest tightened as you realized what was happening. “Sabrina, please, calm down—”

“No, I’m not going to calm down!” she interrupted, her voice growing louder as the frustration bubbled up. “You think it’s fine to let her get so close to you, acting like you’re not with me? It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore!”

You froze, your eyes wide with shock. You had never seen Sabrina like this before. Never seen her so… possessive. So… jealous.

For a long moment, the two of you stood there in silence. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. Everyone else at the party had stopped talking, the energy shifting as they watched the scene unfold. You could feel their eyes on you both, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from Sabrina.

“Why do you care so much?” you finally asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Sabrina’s expression faltered, and she shook her head like she was trying to push the emotion back down, but it was already out there.

“I care because you’re mine, damn it,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, the vulnerability in her words surprising both of you. “You don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to flirt with her, to pretend like I’m not standing here.”

The confession hit you harder than expected. You never realized how deeply it had been affecting her—how much it had hurt her every time the other girl leaned in just a little too close to you, every time she took a joke one step too far. And now you could see it in Sabrina’s eyes. She was so… hurt.

You stepped closer, your voice softening. “Sabrina, I wasn’t trying to upset you. I—” But Sabrina shook her head again, stepping back slightly, her arms folding across her chest.

“You weren’t trying to upset me? You think I don’t notice that you’ve been giving her more attention than me all night?” Her tone was still sharp, but now you saw the cracks in her armor. The walls she’d built up to hide her emotions had started to crumble, and in their place, there was a rawness you didn’t know Sabrina had in her.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, reaching out to take her hand. “I didn’t mean for it to look like that. It wasn’t intentional. I just—she’s my friend, and I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Sabrina whispered, pulling you closer. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against your ear as she added, “I mind, baby. I mind so much.”

You stood there in shock, realizing just how deeply Sabrina’s feelings for you ran. The jealousy, the possessiveness, it all came from a place of love. And suddenly, the weight of everything fell into place.

You cupped her face gently, pressing your forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, Sabrina. You’re the only one I want.”

The moment hung in the air, heavy and filled with unspoken words, until Sabrina’s lips crashed onto yours in a fierce kiss. It was everything: desperate, angry, and full of longing.

When she finally pulled back, breathless and flushed, Sabrina looked at you with a soft smile, a little embarrassed but still full of intensity.

“You better remember that,” she murmured, her thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“Always,” you replied, pulling her in for another kiss, this one slower, more tender.

Sabrina chuckled softly, a sound that melted away all the tension. “You know,” she whispered between kisses, “next time she does that, I might just have to show her who’s boss.”

You laughed softly, holding her close. “I’m all yours.”

And in that moment, everything was right again.

[yaoi-enthusiasts]

wake me up

cw: sleep sex | oral | cream pie | fingering | squirting | MDNI

Your husband Kento Nanami, a jujutsu sorcerer, that title meant one thing: unpredictable home time. Despite his contract specifying a 6 PM sharp departure, he couldn’t simply leave if he was engrossed in a mission. But tonight was different. He requested a day off, intending to train with the students at the school. “Satoru, I need you to handle the missions tomorrow. I promised my wife I’d be home for dinner,” he grunted to the white-haired man. “Oh Nanami, you just have to ask,” Satoru would pick lightly at the grumpy man,

Knowing your husband was getting off work today at precisely 6 p.m., you felt a surge of excitement. “Finally, I feel like we haven’t seen each other in weeks,” you exclaimed. It had been quite hectic since adding Yuji and Nobara joined the first years, and Megumi was no longer the only one.

“Ken should be home soon,” you thought to yourself. You found yourself checking your phone every five minutes, making sure you didn’t miss a text, a call, or the time. 

6:00 PM

You spent the entire day meticulously preparing for his return home, eager to shower him with a delightful surprise. You diligently cleaned the house, prepared his favorite meal, indulged in a relaxing exfoliation session, shaved, and even went and got your nails done. All day long, you had been yearning for his presence, hoping that he would finally have his eyes solely on you, not on those tedious reports he usually gets stuck doing at midnight. 

This morning, he was unusually affectionate, slowly caressing your thighs, his lips tracing the nape of your neck, and drawing sweet circles at your thighs. His other hand lightly groped your breast, and he was painfully hard, yearning to sheath himself inside you. It wasn’t quite time to get up, which only made him more excited. He had time to pamper you with his love, stuffing his fingers into your heat. Suddenly, his phone started ringing. 

Letting out a frustrated moan, he pulled his soaked fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering. His line of work required him to answer his phone even off duty, which always frustrated you to no end. Grunting as he walked over to his ringing phone, he muttered, “Fuck. Who the hell could be calling me?” He snatched his phone from the dresser and growled, “Fucking Satoru.” He groaned once again. 

“What is it Gojo-San?” Nanami ask begrudgingly, “Nanamiiiiii-“ Satoru says in a shrill

You didn’t hear all that was said, but as soon as the call ended, your husband stood up and kissed your forehead. “I’m so sorry, my love,” he said, “but I have to leave. I promise we’ll finish what we started when I get home.” He smiled faintly.

“Everything okay?” you ask, wrapping the sheets around you as he enters the shower to prepare for another day of slaying curses. A job you despised, but you knew that his office job was suffocating him and devoid of any purpose in his life. 

“Yeah, just some curses. Nothing to be worried about. Satoru is out of town for something last minute, so I have to take the new kid, Yuji Itadori, with me today.” He says while washing his face. You see the bubbles of soap form and sink into his skin, eventually draining down the drain. You look down and see his member hard as a rock, which makes him look frustrated. 

“Are you sure we can’t fix that before you leave?” You smirk, “Don’t tease me, or you’ll regret it later.” He groans, and you watch as he gently strokes it in the shower, knowing he’s about to burst any second. He yearns to bend you over right then and there, but he knows if he does, he’ll be late and won’t be able to stop. And then, there it is, he’s finished all over his hand, and the water washes it off. 

“Could’ve been me,” You moan, “Get out before you tempt me anymore.” He says, looking away from you. You do as he says. You already know how hard working your husband is, you wanted nothing more but to show him how much you appreciate him, how much you admire him, and that he didn’t have to worry about a thing. 

Little did you know that your husband would be working overtime today, and you would be fast asleep by the time he returned home. 

Hubby🩵: Baby I'm running late today, I promise I will be home as soon as I can. I love you. - 6:02PM

As you lay in bed, watching some trashy reality TV, time just seemed to pass quickly, trying to stay awake, you look over at the clock, “Maybe he’ll be home soon, I mean he will have to heat up dinner, shower, eat, he’s going to be exhausted when he gets home,” you thought, eyeing the clock,

11:46PM 

Cuddled up to your husband’s pillow, and the red wine filling your senses, you felt yourself start to doze, your last thought being, how much you wished your husband was lying beside you right now. 

It was 1 in the morning, and Nanami finally made it home. Feeling sluggish and ready to lay in bed next to his wife and feel her warmth, he was thoroughly exhausted from the day. He had been injured, had to do a report, and had to explain to Yuji how this cycle never truly ends. He wasn’t only physically exhausted, but mentally done for. 

“I need to shower.” He mutters to himself. He steps into the guest bathroom, which he usually does after a mission, because he doesn’t want to get your shared bathroom dirty. Washing off his day, feeling his muscles finally loosen up, he stood there what felt like an hour. Tired, so so tired. Finally stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist, pushing his hair back out of his eyes, he heard his phone vibrate against the counter of the bathroom sink,

*Dumb Ass is Calling* “This motherfucker,” Nanami nearly smashed his phone from the grip his hand had. 

“What on earth do you want, Satoru?” Nanami hisses. “Hey, hey, calm down, Nanami-San. I just wanted to express my gratitude for taking Yuuji and taking care of those curses. Please get some rest and some well-deserved ass. Ijichi informed me about your rather grumpy attitude today, not that, it isn’t out of the ordinary for you. I suggest you take the day off tomorrow.” Satoru chuckles to himself, “I had planned on doing that. Now, fuck off.” Nanami hangs up,

His phone beeps, showing that he received a text message,

Satoru Gojo: YOUR WELCOME, have fun😼

Nanami: 🖕🏻

Satoru Gojo: 🫶🏻

He finally turns off his phone, holding onto the towel around his waist, and walks out of the restroom down the hall to your shared bedroom. He knows you’re asleep; there’s no way you stayed up this late for him. As he walks in, his eyes find your bottom half is covered by the blankets, while your top half is completely nude, and you’re sprawled out, star fishing like you do every night. Usually, you’re star fishing on him. 

“Fuck, where are your clothes?” he mutters, his erection growing. He climbs into bed, leaning in to kiss your lips, then your cheek, and finally your neck. “I can’t do this while she’s sleeping,” he groans, god was he unbelievably hard.

You had always told him how you would love to wake up to him in between your legs, but Nanami was always so gentle with you, never wanting you to be shaken by such a scene, which you loved about him, he was so respectful to you, and treasured your body, but you sometimes just wanted him to take charge and do something that wasn’t so good boy behavior. Recalling the conversation as he stroked himself next to you, “Damn it.” He says to himself, taking the blanket off your body.

Seeing your white laced panties, he was surprised his cock hadn’t bust from the scene alone, his cheeks red, he felt like a college student who had sex for the first time. “Such a pretty little thing aren’t you?” He whispers in the crook of your neck, climbing on top of you, placing kisses down your neck, going down to your breast, lapping his tongue around your nipples, blowing on them to make them hard, he placed his teeth in between your nipple, slightly biting it, he pulled a moan out of you, your dreaming form was falling apart, and he had barely done anything yet. 

“Mmm dreaming about me baby? You should wake up so you can catch the live action.” He says swirling his tongue around your areola. He craved for much more, bringing himself down to your heat, he was slow in his movements, sliding your panties down swiftly, he was desperate to get a deeper taste, “If you knew how much I’ve craved to taste you all day,” He says as he began opening your folds with his fingers, gently placing his tongue on your clit immediately. 

He knew your body more than you did, and he definitely knew where you liked it the most. He quickened the pace of his tongue, sucking on your clit, your sweet moans filled the room despite you still being asleep. He doesn’t stop, wanting to taste your nectar all over his tongue. He starts to rub his index and middle finger on your clit, rubbing it up and down quickly, as his tongue dips into your hole, tasting you deeper. Your eyes start to flutter open, and you’re moaning more now, seeing your husband in between your legs. “Ken-kento. What are you- what- ugh yes.” You try to ask what he’s doing, but he has no desire to respond back to you, and you have no desire to care, his only desire is to make you cum over and over until you have melted into him, and your only desire was to cum over and over. 

That knot in your stomach was progressively getting tighter as you felt him suck and finger your gummy walls, before you could tell him you were close, you felt the dam break, and you gushed around his fingers, and finishing all on his tongue, as he flicks his tongue up, tasting every drop coming out. 

“Ffffuuuuucccckkkkkkk” you groan bucking your hips up, practically humping into his face. “Yes baby just like that.” He says, still rubbing your clit, and abusing your hole with his tongue. He had one of your legs pinned down with his free hand, and the other one, was pinned down by his elbow, as he was still flicking your clit with his relentless tongue. 

As he continues to abuse your poor clit into overstimulation, you feel yourself about to come undone once again, giving him exactly what he was wanting. Crying out, tearing spilling from your eyes, the feeling in your stomach was so much more intense than your orgasm before, trying to pull away, he only held on tighter, lapping you up like he was starved, like this was the only way to save his life, after a few more flicks of his tongue, your vision started to blur, and you gushed out a clear liquid, that had him in complete ecstasy, “KENTOO-!” You loudly squealed, “stop, oh my god.” You cried out. Looking up tp see his face dripping with your liquid, you blushed deeply, as your chest raised up and down, trying to breathe, coming down from the highest of highs you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, that’s was sexy baby,” He says licking his lips, wiping his face with his towel. “Nanami-“ you pant, “Yes baby?” He says, moving up to you, positioning himself to enter. “I missed you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he brings his head down and starts to kiss you, sticking his tongue in your mouth. “I missed you too baby.” He kisses down your neck, sucking on it, leaving purple love marks all over. It would serve a reminder tomorrow of how much he missed you, and also how much more he was going to add. 

“I tried staying up,-ugh, Kento I tried staying awake,” You moan, as he starts to slide himself inside slowly, he was big, despite how many times you two were intimate through your marriage, you could never truly get used to his girth. Slowly pushing himself in, he let out a moan, something you didn’t hear much from him. “I’m sorry baby I was late- ugh, today was so-fuck, - it was- so-s-so stress-stressful.” He moans, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing cock, he felt like he could burst at any moment. 

“Damn baby you feel so so good.” Kento says finally pushing that last inch inside of you. Stretching you out at full capacity. “This sweet pussy has been on my mind since this morning. Can’t believe I went the whole day.” He pants, starting to thrust faster, “yes Kento, just like that.” Your moaned in his ear only spurred him on, if you thought this was the only round, you were crazy, “Fuck me baby.” You say looking into his eyes, scratching his biceps, leaving your mark on him, in the same way he left his mark on you.

That was it, that was the string that kept your husband in control, once it snapped, he and you were done for. Your pussy was about to be his flesh light, and you were going to feel every bit of what he was going to give you. 

His hips pulling back, he thrusted back into you just as quick, beginning to thrust deep and precise, kissing your G-spot with each thrust, you had came 3 times in the last 30 minutes, you didn’t know how your body was still going, you reasoned it to be the lack of intimacy, you were in need of a recharge, and this was exactly what you needed to cure the insatiable feeling. 

Nanami kept edging himself, you knew he didn’t want it to end, he would fuck you fast and hard, and as soon as he felt like he was about to bust, he was slowing down. “Kentoooo- cum inside of me,” You began to moan out, “Not yet baby, I’m not ready for this to end,” He groans, feeling himself overstimulating himself. “Baby you feel so good. We fit perfect for each other. You belong to me, do you understand?” He says, you know it’s not a question, it’s a fact. You are his, and he is yours. And he will kill anyone who tries to get in between you two. He even thought about killing Satoru, for calling him before he was supposed to even be up getting ready to leave this morning, it through his whole day off. 

“Kento, I love you.” You moaned into his ear, cumming again for the 4th time, “yes princess, cum for me,” He grunted into your ear, finally about to reach his high. He didn’t slow down his thrusting into you, absolute no desire to stop. “In or out?” He stammered, looking into your eyes for clarification, “In, please cum in me.” Your moaning had him reeling in the pleasure, it was enough to make him spill everything he had inside, and more.

As he peered into your eyes, as his thrust became sloppy and not so precise, you were cumming again, harder than ever, gushing and contracting around his cock, that was when he finally couldn’t hold himself together, shooting his hot cum deep inside of you, you felt your chest rise up and down, and the sweat from his forehead dripping down to his chin. You both were a complete utter filthy mess, and you loved every bit of it. 

“Damn, that felt amazing.” He pants, staying on top of you, not yet taking himself out of you. “It was.” You were panting to, you didn’t think you’d catch your breath for a while. “I just showered too.” He laughed, finally rolling off of you, pulling you to him, to kiss you. 

“I’m sorry I was so late today, today was long.” He sighs, kissing your nose. “That’s okay baby. I understand.” You say nuzzling your head into his sweaty chest, not even caring that you both felt sticky. 

“Princess, let’s take a shower before bed. I’ll change the sheets when we get out.” He says lifting you up, seeing his cum drip from your core. “Fuck that’s so sexy.” He whispers to himself. Stepping into the warm shower, you felt your muscles loosen, and the sweat roll off your skin, you heard your husband clear his throat, “Princess?” His eyes dark, and god his voice so sinful, “I know you’re tired, and I’m tired. But, I’m going to need you to bend over and hold that rail.” He commanded, you look over and you see his cock rock hard again. 

“Yes sir.” You smirk, you silently thanking the universe you told your husband to give you head while asleep. It was going to be an exceptionally long shower & long night. 

[911coded]

I Can Go Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home. Where Is Home?

I don’t usually write after episode one shots, but I was inspired by this post and helped by @bidisasterevankinard when I couldn’t remember if Buck and Bosko had even spoken to each other. Also, I’ve never written drunk dialogue before and ended up modeling it after myself. I will slur one sentence, forget words, make up new ones, then speak the next sentence in full English. 🤷🏻‍♀️

The next night after shift, he pulls over into an empty parking lot before the turn to his house and sits in it, this feeling. Forget having trouble sleeping there, he doesn’t even want to be there. Will Eddie and Chris be waiting? In the moment, seeing Chris again for the first time in a year, he was able to push aside this feeling. But it’s curdling in his stomach like that time he accidentally drank spoiled milk and he’s afraid he will vomit up all the pain and anger he’s been trying to carry. The anger is new, must be at the next stage, or might just be Eddie’s fault. That’s it, he’s finding someplace to sit and have a drink, he can uber “home” when he can go straight to bed.

The badge and ladder bar only a few minutes from his house wasn’t full, but enough people were milling around inside to get lost in the crowd. Buck thought he recognised the handful of firefighters surrounding the pool tables, but only from scenes, not anyone he knew personally. A couple of minutes after sitting at the bar and scanning the crowd, the bartender made her way over to him. He handed over a card to start a tab, ordered a beer to sip, and a hand full a shots to get started. After he tossed the first one back, he looked the bartender in the eyes. “This is a terrible idea, but I’m about to make this all about me. I’ve had a shit few weeks, my captain died, and I’ve spent so much time trying to keep my team together, this is the first time I’ve had a chance to be still without a list to work from. This is either going to make me feel better, or a whole lot worse. If I start crying to the point of embarrassing, please call my ICE contact, but no one else, even if he doesn’t answer. He’ll answer, though, he always does,” he explained. The bartender stared back at him, silent and stoic, but nodded at him seriously. He nodded back and picked up the next shot.

After the fourth shot, “ICE. Fuck ICE. We should come up with a new name for your emergency contact, workshop it, spread the word.” The bartender tilted her head in question with a quirked eyebrow. “Hmmm, bet I can make it go viral. I have-I have a lot of instagram followers. Bobby would like that. We didn’t talk about it, and I don’t think I ever heard him curse but Bobby would say it too, cause fuck ICE.” Buck waved a hand emphatically and the bartender grabbed a glass before he could send it crashing to the floor.

The bartender was good. She kept the shots coming but made sure he paced himself and occasionally placed a glass of water in front of him with a blank stare until he drank it. “He was a good guy, but he was wrong, they don’t need me. Not now. But maybe I need them? Maybe that’s what he meant? It hurts to need people, though. Hurts when they shut you out, when they leave,” Buck continued with a sniff. Someone settled in the stool next to him and flagged down the bartender who had taken a moment to serve some young women at the end of the bar.

“Buckley? Hey man, you’re crying.” Buck turned to the voice and squinted at the woman sitting next to him. He knows her. Maybe? Oh.

“Bosko? Oh.” Buck touches his face and he can feel the wetness there even if he hadn’t noticed that the crying had begun. “Must not be too embarrassing yet since the bartender hasn’t called my ICE. Fuck ICE, we need to work on that.”

Bosko snorts in amused bemusement. “Yeah, fuck ICE. What are you doing here alone, Buckley? Where’s the rest of your crew?” she asked. She settles into the barstool and turns to face him.

“Don’t know, they aren’t really talking to me right now. I’m sad wrong? Or too concerned about if they are sad? Not sure yet. Eddie is at my place and he is talking too much. Ashhole. Sad wrong for him, too. Make everything about me, selfish. Captain Dad dies but not about me. Said-said I dn’t do enough, could do better. Got in my face, no sorries, just more mean. You were there, you saw. Once is an incident, twice is a-a coinkydink, three times is a pattern; I shouldn’t have to be afraid that my friend is going to hit my face in my own-my own cooking room. Did that once, 0/10 stars, would not recommend. At least he said sorry, made effort to make up. Am I still crying?” Buck asked, trying to make sense but pretty sure he was failing, nothing new there. Bosko had a fierce frown, not scrunchy like Tommy’s.

“Did dickhead Diaz hit you? Is that why you’re in here mourning your captain alone instead of with your crew? Do they know?” she asked, looking around to be sure she didn’t see any firefighters from the 118.

“No, that was Chim, brother. Long time ago, said sorry. Meant it. We’re good. Chim angry at Bobby for dying but not mad at me. Eddie mad at me. Dickhead Diaz, good one,” Buck replied with a giggle.

“I worked with that asshole for months, he didn’t know anything about me but somehow thought we were good friends. He told me all about you, his family, and his kid, but not once did he ask me about mine. Friendship is a one way street for that guy, and if you don’t stay in that perfectly shaped box he put you in, he gets frustrated and angry. He’s a dickhead, I told him we were not friends and walked away, haven’t heard from him since,” she shared.

“No, wouldn’t, didn’t need you anymore. Had me back. Sad. No, stupid. We should start a club. Edmundo Diaz sucky friend club. We need more members. Oh Josh! And Tommy! Was jealous of Eddie taking attention of hot pilot….with a cleft. Edmundo stopped talking to Tommy too! Said it was about me, but thas dumb. Dumb. Am I embarrassin’ yet? Time to call Tommy come get me?” Buck asked with a flutter of his lashes.

“Buckley. Dickhead Diaz doesn’t know how to have conversations that aren’t about him. And he has really good aim, so every fight is an opportunity to cause the most damage. Don’t let him do that to you, man, nobody deserves that, okay?” Bosko insisted.

“Ok. Don’t deserve damage. I’ll be okay. Bobby loved me. Two outta three works, I guess.”

Bosko sighs with a sad shake of her head and flags down the bartender. “Did he give you his phone? I’m pretty sure it’s time to call his ride,” Bosko said. When she turns back to check on him, Buck has folded his arms on the vaguely sticky bartop and is using them for a pillow, blinking slowly at her like a cat. The bartender shakes her head and when Buck actually hears her speak, it’s almost enough to get him to sit up again.

“It’s in his shirt pocket. I’ll close out his tab.” With that, Buck and Bosko are alone again.

“I think you’ve hit the embarrassing stage now, bud, how about I call your ICE?” Bosko asks, as gently as he had ever heard her speak.

“Fuck ICE,” Buck mumbled, blinks getting further and further apart, but he reached into his pocket and handed her his phone so she wouldn’t have to fish for it. His attention wandered and he vaguely heard Bosko’s side of the conversation enough to know that Tommy answered. “Yay!” he exclaimed softly, and raised an arm to fist pump that weakly thumped back to the bar top.

The bartender came back with a receipt, his card, and another glass of water. “Sign. Then drink. Thank you,” she demanded, then gave one more nod now that she had imparted her instructions and wandered away to do bartender things.

After he gulped down half the glass of water and signed a somewhat legible signature, he turned to look at Bosko. “I think she might be the strangest yet most interesting bartender I’ve ever met and I’ve been a bartender. A lot.” Bosko rolled her eyes but nodded anyway to concede his point. It may have been moments or hours when Buck felt a familiar warm hand rest on his lower back and the tension Buck had been carrying around for weeks seemed to seep out of his pores. Tommy. That’s what he had needed this whole time. Dumb. Should have known.

“Evan. Are you okay?” Tommy asked, forehead scrunched up in concern.

Buck twisted up into a mostly sitting position and beamed at Tommy which seemed to shock him into silence, if the wide eyes blinking at him were any indication. Bosko snorted and rolled her eyes at him again.

“He’s fine Kinard. He had a deal with the bartender to call you if the crying became embarrassing,” Bosko answered for Buck who was still beaming up at Tommy dreamingly.

Buck pointed at Bosko. “Yes! I’m sad and making it about me, but that’s ok. It’s my turn and it helped. I think. And Bosko’s here! We didn’t talk when she was my replacement but I think I like her and the bartender is really interesting,” he informed the still bemused Tommy.

“And hot,” Bosko pointed out with a smirk at Buck who had given up on sitting straight and was slumped against Tommy.

Buck’s forehead creased with an offended pout. “Well, yeah, but interesting. More important. Don’t obje-objec….that word. More than pretty. INTERESTING. But I’m done now. Tommy, I’m tired, take me home? Not with Eddie. Don’t-don’t want to see him. Dickhead,” he pleaded as he increased the pout by a factor of ten and fluttered his eyelashes in Tommy’s direction.

Bosko snorts out another laugh and holds out a hand to shake. “Buckley, take care of yourself. I’m sorry about your Captain Dad, he was a good man. Call me some time to hang out, you are a fun drunk. Kinard,” she said and with a friendly nod, went back to her friends at the pool tables.

Buck turns back to Tommy and looks up at him with the look that he knows turns him to mush. “Thank you for coming to get me, Tommy. You always come when I call, you’re the best. Take me home and tuck me in? I always sleep better with you and I’m so tired,” he pleaded.

Tommy sighs with a small smile and hauls Buck out of the barstool and on to his feet. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll take you home and you can tell me more about Dickhead Diaz in the morning. I’m glad you called me,” he assures Buck and guides him out the door to his truck to go home.

[erwinsvow]

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/783483947154849792/reading-that-last-anon-ask-made-me-think-of-nicky

Ughhh I just love this so much!!!

Like Pope is confused, everyone else is confused and she’s just so sure in what she wants, so forward and flirty with Pope, bc how could you not be? he’s perfect!

And seeing him nervous and stuttery, and crushing is so cuteeee (like him when he called Amy and met up with her in season 6… going to the restaurant hours before to make sure it was perfect, ahhhh I’m getting side tracked, but I love him so much!!)

He’s such a loverboy and he deserves a horny younger woman who is obsessed with him (…it’s me, he deserves me)

literally this!!!!!!! woke up extra early so i could take a study break and answer some of these but i would looooove if nympho gf (can i call her that. is that fine?) gets pretty worried after her attempts aren’t working for a while. like discouraged and then kind of like oh, he doesn’t even like me, that is embarrassing. & then maybe you take it down a lot of notches to save yourself further embarrassment and then obviously at first he was just confused and ? about the whole thing. still doesn’t get why you picked him to give all your attention to. does not like the comments from craig about “dude, are you gonna hit that or what?” and how you don’t seem to care what anyone has to say about him and still flock up to him daily like you’re not scared of him!!! like you’ve never been scared and have no reason to be scared. and then the more you’re around the more he can appreciate how you do, in fact, really like him. asking him how his day was everyday. walking away from conversations with his brothers if you see him. finding him at every party and sitting quietly next to him instead of socializing with other people. and then eventually he just found some peace in listening to you yap about your classes and this dress you bought when he finally asks you on a date and how you like the shirt he’s wearing and there was one at the mall you should have gotten for him. and he’s just content to sit and stare and listen while you talk but you get sad and worried when he doesn’t ever make another move.

so you just conclude you’re annoying him and try to lay off and then one day at another one of Smurf’s parties he finds you in the usual place you guys sit just drinking a beer and staring at the stars, after a week of not really talking to him and fuck if it doesn’t burn!!! he doesn’t even realize what’s happening or get why you stopped because your attention had been really really sweet and he was getting very used to it and then it just slowed down (you still say hi and ask him how his day was but you stop with the flirty jokes and the arm touches and staring at him like you’re thinking about all the ways he could bend you over. he misses the arm touches the most though.) or :( he thinks it’s just you discovering something else about him that made you scared and youre just doing what everyone else does—leaving. i stand by the fact that nympho reader is only a nympho for andrew like she’s not interested in anyone else and doesn’t enjoy parties or being over if he’s not there. so that night is no exception and you sit and wait to see if andrew will come talk to you like all the other times but you give up when you don’t see him after an hour or two. have a headache from the gross beer and how sad you feel and stupidly you think if he’s not at home, maybe you can sleep in his room and drive home in the morning since they all know you anyways. and you know no one is gonna go in his room, youd be safe to crash there. so you do and when you wake up Andrew’s sitting next to you so you have to sleepily apologize and tell him in your tired state how you thought no one would bother you if you slept in here. and i think it kind of lights a fire in him lol to think that you feel protected just being in his room, not even in his presence, that you still went there even when you couldn’t find him earlier (he was in the garage taking his frustration out with power tools). cue sleepy heartfelt confession and kiss and make up time!! <3 how long could either of you keep it up when you clearly miss each others company so much. and then the next time everyone sees you two you’re hanging off his arm and showering him in PDA and you start wearing his shirts and a little A necklace and getting chased around in the forest and fucked against trees!!!!! yayyyyyy

[cgibyangel]

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧

Alert: Angry Xavier, hurtful, kiss(!!!), mention of evol, Xavier declares his love for you.

Love and Deepspace, pls make xavier real.

Don't judge me, I love Xavier more than any other man.

It's not like him to get angry, not with you, not with anyone. He knows his place in the world perfectly well, and being by your side is something that shouldn't have happened for the sake of fate. Fate he defied, just to see you once more. Still, sacrificing all the little he had with you, he ran his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes and forehead with useless force. As if that would change anything.

Several days had passed since they last spoke normally. The laughter, the mischievous glances, the whispers, the soft humming when they spent too much time in silence and words weren't enough to show the mutual trust they had. Something happened, something changed. It hurt so much that it wasn't like before, and he didn't know what was happening. He only knew it was his fault, and it was killing him.

You were holding your phone that day, laughing several times as you swiped across the screen. Xavier, across from you, didn't understand what was so funny. He took the last sip of his soda, noticing that you weren't even on your first one. What was so funny about your phone that you couldn't even look at him? He was furious, no doubt about it. He got even more furious when he talked to you and felt ignored when you didn't answer. The truth was, you couldn't hear him, and it wasn't like he was even talking loudly! His tone of voice couldn't even be distinguished from the cool breeze in the air. He was too quiet, too...

You had managed to get along with a local girl; she was so funny! She sent you funny pictures of animals all the time, you shared music and similar interests, and they even planned a sleepover that week that you wouldn't turn down for anything. Your new friend was the best, but Xavier... Xavier didn't think so.

He saw in the new girl a strong, harmful intention to separate you from her, and it wasn't his jealousy playing out again. It really seemed like she wanted to take you away from him. Whenever you mentioned Xavier in front of her, she would narrow her eyes and make a barely concealed, disgusted face. Not to mention when you were with him and she arrived, she would automatically have a perfect excuse to take you away with her alone, leaving poor Xavier alone! You couldn't see it that way, because your new friend seemed so kind and selfless.

Maybe Xavier was just exaggerating, you thought.

Yes, he could exaggerate, but he had his limits. That day he surpassed them all.

You decided to share breakfast with him, in his apartment, together and alone as usual (or at least, almost). You drank a fruit tea that relaxed you to the core. You could feel the smooth infusion travel from your mouth to your stomach, sweetening your entire digestive tract. Xavier, for his part, looked like he might smash his cup against the wall at any moment. He stared at you—well, not at you, but at your new and unique sweatshirt.

"Isn't that extreme?" he asked.

"What?" You carefully put the cup down, still tasting the sweet infusion served by your blond and tender friend on your tongue.

He said nothing, lowering his head, even though he felt embarrassed for you not noticing. He didn't need to look at you; he pointed with his index finger at the hand-stitched logo on the sweatshirt your new friend had given you. "MC and I, together forever," and a heart surrounding your name so prominently that it seemed intentional. Of course it was, Xavier thought. No one would be so fanatical as to appear addicted to their friend so soon after knowing each other. He was even more discreet around you! That girl wasn't trustworthy at all for him...

"She's only very nice to me; she doesn't have many friends here in Linkon," you said, sipping your tea once more. "Besides, I think it's sweet that she takes the time to do things like that for me."

He wouldn't have cared so much if you said that; he wasn't that paranoid. But seeing you blush as you took both cuffs of his coat and caressed the embroidery with one hand was like hell. You couldn't help but notice that this new friend of yours was flirting with you, he thought angrily. He decided to stand up and say nothing, not for the moment.

You watched him walk away from you in silence, confused by his attitude. You didn't want to believe that Xavier, after so long as friends, classmates, and colleagues, was jealous of your new friend. Maybe you could get along if you introduced them properly, you thought.

How could that be a good idea? Xavier asked himself as he stood in the bathroom. He couldn't believe you offered him such a thing. He was outraged; he wouldn't accept even if you cried. Well, if you cried, maybe... no! No way!

Your new friend was only friendly toward you, as she avoided Xavier's gaze whenever you were near, and to top it off, the only time you made eye contact was when she openly mocked him for receiving a hug from you before Xavier himself. There was no way he would allow someone like her to take you away from him; not even his friendship would be taken away by someone like her.

He got out of the bathtub, quickly searching for his towel and dressed, almost stumbling. When he got to your apartment, it wasn't you who opened the door. There he was, the devil.

You couldn't see who was standing in the doorway, nor could you see your friend's bitter face when she met Xavier. You only knew it was him when he placed his hand on the edge of the door, and you recognized that only Xavier could cover a person with nothing more than his height.

You jumped up and down, excited and smiling, believing he had finally agreed to make peace with your new friend. Excited, you walked over to the two of them. Your eyes shone with joy.

"If she stays here a little longer, forget about me forever," was what Xavier said seconds before your heart went cold.

Even your friend's expression was disconcerting. You didn't understand what your sweet, adorable Xavier, whom you cherished so much and wanted with you your whole life, meant.

"What?" she stammered, glancing at you quickly when you didn't say anything to defend her. "Oh, I told you he's not a good influence in your life." He patted your shoulder, as if his touch was more of an 'I told you so.'

"Is it me you're talking about? You should listen to yourself for a second and understand your place." Xavier didn't cross his arms in any way. He took a step into your house, something he would never do without your prior consent.

"Please, just look at you. Crying for some attention from my MC, don't you have more friends to beg?" You glared at her, but still, you didn't know what to do.

"MC, we need to talk." Xavier ignored her, looking into your eyes with a hint of pleading.

"Oh, MC, didn't you want to spend the day together? He's definitely getting in the way of our girls' night out."

"Now you're planning your days off without me?" he snapped, a hint of hurt in his voice.

"Oops... seems someone didn't notice there are no more company openings," she mocked, crossing her arms in front of Xavier. "I'm sorry, dear Xav. It seems you'll have to leave soon." She reached for the door again, as if she was going to close it in Xavier's face right then and there.

Your cheeks felt hot; you didn't know why, but you didn't like it. You quickly grabbed your friend's wrist, questioning whether she was really a friend or not.

"I think it's time for you to leave soon." You couldn't look at her as she said that, but you knew how confused or irritated she could be. Oh, yes, she was.

She babbled a few times, looked from you to him a few more times, huffed one last time before grabbing her coat and disappearing down the halls, without even saying a word to you. She wasn't capable of being cruel to you, even if it meant humiliating herself in front of Xavier.

You sighed heavily and glared at your friend, as if he were to blame. Knowing he wasn't to blame for your friend's behavior, you knew he was plotting something to distance her from you. It was obvious after what happened just now.

"Is this what you were looking for?" You asked angrily through gritted teeth, turning toward your couch to regret having invited them both at the same time.

"I... no, I didn't want this, but..." The words came out timidly, as if he was so afraid of what he was going to say. "Yes, it's what I was looking for."

You jumped at the sound of it, turning sharply toward him to see his darkened ocean-blue eyes. It was a little scary to see him like that, as if you didn't fully recognize him, as if the one standing in front of you wasn't your Xavier.

"W-What?" You asked, scared.

"I don't understand how you don't notice. You were going to let me leave your side!" He paced around the room, trying to ease his own tension.

"You're overreacting. I understand that you don't like her, but you're really being dramatic." You crossed your arms, even more annoyed.

"Oh, I'm dramatic, fine! I may be the most dramatic man in Linkon, but you're the biggest fool in the world if you can't see that." She stopped dead in front of you, her face clouded with anger.

"Notice what, Xavier? Notice that someone other than you wants a sincere friendship with me?" You defended your friend, because somewhere in your mind, she looked a lot like Xavier.

"Friendship, sure," he mocked without grace, glancing at random spots in the room so as not to meet your eyes and show you how upset he was now.

You looked at him confused, thinking he was just exaggerating and somehow, in some stupid way, jealous. You didn't want to think badly of either of them, anyway. They were both your friends, with their differences and negative aspects, you loved them both equally.

So you didn't understand why Xavier looked like he was going to devour your soul with so much anger radiating from his being.

"She's just a friend," you defended, punctuating your words so he knew you weren't lying.

"Of course you think that. How many friends must you have had in your entire life to believe that everyone who approaches you just wants to be your friend?" He covered his eyes with his hand, looking embarrassed or even disappointed in you. "You have no idea what friendships are, do you? It seems like they've never loved you enough to show it to you. You even act like a child every time someone is nice to you..."

He didn't realize his words until he removed his hand from his eyes, letting it fall to his mouth. His blue eyes, previously darkened with anger, shone with regret at your watery, crystalline ones.

He knew then he'd said too much. No, he shouldn't have even thought that about you, because he wasn't being honest with you, he was just angry. But... saying that? Fuck, he hated himself so much seeing the hot tears falling down your cheek, one after the other, each one signifying how much more you could hate him from then on.

He didn't know how to apologize. He couldn't even say anything.

A week and a day had passed since that "little" argument.

You no longer saw each other in the hallways at work, or when you took the elevator, much less at lunchtime. You didn't even pass by him. And deep down, you prayed he wouldn't appear near you either.

For his part, he was suffering too much. Not seeing you, not hearing you, not feeling you, was killing him. Almost as if I'd stabbed him with a dagger, or worse. He hadn't heard from you in the last eight days, and he was starting to despair. He sent the first text after everything that had happened, and you didn't like it at all.

Xavier: Are you busy? Xavier: Can you talk for a second?

No, you couldn't talk to him, you couldn't even think about what you would say. You were so upset that you just stared at your phone screen.

Xavier: I was wrong. Xavier: I'm so sorry.

Oh, he's finally sorry? That pissed you off twice as much. A week went by, and he barely even decided to talk to you! You were so offended, you didn't even pick up your phone.

You got out of bed, decided you'd spent enough time suffering alone and should spend some time in nature. Still wearing your comfy clothes, you put on your sneakers and went for a short walk. It wasn't that dark outside, nor was it that cold, just the right temperature! You even saw a cute orange kitten playing in a bush. It was so cute, you couldn't help but pull out your phone to take a picture.

You ignored Xavier's 22 texts and three missed calls and opened your camera, ready to photograph the sweet, playful animal a few feet away from you.

That's when the streetlights began to flicker strangely, and the kitten was gone. In a normal situation, you would have been scared, but at that very moment, you just felt a spark of irritation run from your chest to the rest of your body. You didn't even turn around; there was no need. You put your phone back in your pocket and continued walking straight ahead, continuing on your way.

"I know you know I'm here!" His words grew louder in tune with his footsteps as they approached you. You didn't answer; you had no reason to. "Stop ignoring me," he demanded once, standing next to you, hoping you would at least look at him. "I'm sorry..." His tone dropped an octave, and his gaze seemed to be lost in your face, but you didn't even notice because you didn't want to look at him. "I'm a fool who doesn't deserve your friendship, but at least this once, will you answer me?"

"No." You replied, holding back your laughter and keeping a straight face. Despite your anger, it seemed like you could joke with him and make him feel at least a fraction of what he made you feel that time in your apartment.

"You already did it, well..." He looked down at his own feet, embarrassed, unaware that inside you were splitting your sides with laughter. "Let me talk to you, please, listen to me," he finally begged, standing in your way and preventing you from moving forward, but you still didn't look at him. "What I said isn't what I really wanted to say, honestly. I don't think you're a stupid girl, much less that you don't understand the people around you. I think you're too smart and kind, but that works against you sometimes." You glanced at him without moving your head, still with your hands in your pockets and saying absolutely nothing. You could see how sad he'd been, with dark circles under his tender, chiseled face that left no doubt that he'd had a bad time too. "I don't know why I said what I said, I'm so sorry, I was really upset with her. You're not the problem, it's just..." He swallowed his words, running his hand down the back of his neck and blushing very slightly.

"Just what...?" You waited anxiously for him to say the last thing, finally interested in what he would say.

He swallowed, and you saw him curse a few times under his breath, his eyes closed. "I was tired of her having all your attention, it seemed like you weren't interested in me anymore. I can't stand the thought of someone else looking at you the way I do, and you... letting him stay."

It left you cold. You couldn't believe that in the end, he wasn't just angry, but rather jealous of your new friend. You couldn't help but misinterpret that. The hairs on your head were blown to your forehead and part of your face by the sudden breeze that hit your skull, giving you a colder feeling than before. Xavier's timid hand approached your face, and with his gentle fingers, he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear with the familiar tenderness that characterized him when the two of you were alone.

"I hope that served as a confession." He chuckled, finally showing you that tiny smile of his that touched your heart.

"What if not?" You asked, almost breathless, anxious about what this conversation between you meant. You didn't know what could happen, but you were almost certain you wouldn't regret it at all.

"What if not..." He leaned closer to your face, your lips only a fraction of a second away from his. "...you can blame me later."

His lips relaxed on yours, softening the kiss with the mixture of your saliva as the seconds passed and the kiss deepened. He was the man you longed for the most, the one you trusted the most, the one you loved with your heart. You couldn't believe it was happening, and yet, you didn't want it to end.

"Of course I'll pay for making me cry when I missed you," you said when you broke away, making him laugh and claiming your lips again, even more intensely than before.

[kier-with-a-k]

BACK TO FRIENDS - 2

BTF - 1

Requested by this lovely anon

A/N: Look at me being a writer making a part 2 lmao!

Warning: Slight angst... I think?

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— Y/N’s POV —

"You said, ‘I’d never leave,’ then left me on read"

It’s been three days.

Three days of nothing.

No texts.

No calls.

Not even a stupid meme he’d usually send with “this is literally you.”

I keep checking. Like an idiot.

My phone battery dies twice a day now—screen on, apps open, waiting for something that doesn’t come.

I thought maybe he’d show up.

He’s done that before. When I was going through it, when I needed him but didn’t say it out loud. He’d just know.

But this time, he doesn’t come.

And I don’t reach out either.

Because if I say something… it makes it real.

And I’m not ready for real.

Not if real means we don’t come back from this.

I’m not crying.

I don’t feel shattered.

It’s worse.

I just feel quiet.

Like a room after the music stops, but no one moves to hit play again.

I see his hoodie draped on the back of my chair. The navy one he always wore when he was “too tired to function.”

It smells like him—citrus and sleep.

I pull it over my head without thinking. It’s too big. Swallows me.

But it’s warm.

And I don’t take it off.

I scroll through our messages. Past the playlist links, the blurry selfies, the “wtf is this” texts at 2 a.m.

All of it feels like someone else’s life.

I stop on a picture.

It’s the two of us.

Backseat of Matt’s car.

Sunlight cutting through the window, dust in the air.

His head’s tipped toward mine, half-asleep.

He’s smiling.

I remember that day.

He made fun of my music taste the whole drive and then sang every word anyway.

Back then, I didn’t know I loved him.

I just knew I didn’t want him to not be around.

Now I know.

And he’s not.

So I press the phone to my chest, eyes closed.

And I wish for something I don’t know how to ask for anymore.

---

— Chris’s POV —

"Now you're just somebody that I used to text too much"

I didn’t mean to ghost her.

I swear I didn’t.

I’ve typed out a hundred messages.

Deleted them all.

I went from “Wanna talk?” to “I’m sorry” to “Did it mean something to you?”

But none of it sounds right.

None of it feels like enough.

So I don’t send anything.

And silence builds like storm clouds.

Nick asked if I was okay earlier.

I told him I was tired.

He didn’t believe me.

But he didn’t press.

Matt’s been playing guitar nonstop in the other room. It’s driving me insane.

Everything sounds like her laugh now.

Like her voice saying my name the way only she does—like it’s a secret.

I went to the gas station last night and bought her favorite snacks.

I don’t even know why.

They’re still in the passenger seat.

Untouched.

I thought about driving to her place.

I even started the car.

But I didn’t move.

Because what if she looks at me like I’m a stranger?

What if I already crossed the line I can’t come back from?

I keep thinking about the way she looked in the morning light.

Her hair a mess, face half-buried in my pillow.

She looked like she belonged there.

Like we belonged there.

But then she asked if I wanted food.

So casual.

So soft.

I couldn’t answer.

Because I wanted more than food.

More than comfort.

I wanted her.

All of her.

But I didn’t know how to ask without breaking what we had.

So I left.

And now I'm here.

Typing the same words over and over.

Finally, I type:

Chris: “Hey… can we talk?”

And this time…

I hit send.

---

— Y/N’s POV —

My phone buzzes.

Once.

I glance at the screen.

It’s him.

“Hey… can we talk?”

The air leaves my lungs.

I read it three times.

Then again.

And again.

It’s nothing.

But it’s everything.

I don’t know what he wants to say.

I don’t know what I want to say.

But I text back.

Y/N: “Yeah. You can come over.”

I don’t know what happens next.

But for the first time in days,

I want to find out.

---

— Y/N’s POV —

"I almost said I need you, but I bit my tongue instead."

He shows up thirty minutes later.

Not that I was watching the clock.

I hear his car pull in.

Heart stumbles.

I’m still in his hoodie. Still pretending I’m not thinking too much.

I don’t fix my hair. Don’t wipe the smudge of leftover mascara under my eye.

If we’re going to have this conversation…

Let it be messy.

There’s a knock.

Just once.

Not rushed. Not soft. Just there.

I open the door.

And there he is.

Same curls. Same nervous tilt in his shoulders. Same him.

But something’s different.

In his eyes.

Like he’s walking a tightrope between sorry and scared.

“Hey,” he says.

I nod. “Hey.”

Step aside.

He walks in.

Everything’s quiet except the low hum of the fridge and my pulse in my ears.

He stands in the middle of the room like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

Finally, he says, “I didn’t know if I should come.”

I sit on the couch. “Then why did you?”

He looks at me for a second—really looks.

Like he’s trying to figure out if I’m mad. Or sad. Or just... done.

“Because not coming felt worse.”

He sits across from me, hands clasped together between his knees.

“I messed up. I know that.”

I say nothing.

Let the silence hang.

Let him feel it.

“I didn’t mean for that night to feel like a mistake,” he adds quickly, like he needs me to know. “Because it wasn’t. Not to me.”

I blink.

Still quiet.

Still trying to process.

“Then why did you leave like it was?”

He exhales, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Because I panicked. I woke up, saw you there, and for a second, I thought—‘This is it. This is the moment everything changes.’”

He pauses.

“And that scared the hell out of me.”

I laugh. Not mean. Just… tired.

“You know what’s funny? I thought it meant something too. But then you left without even saying goodbye.”

“I didn’t know how to say it,” he admits. “I didn’t want to ruin us.”

I meet his eyes, voice low.

“We’re already not the same, Chris. We already changed.”

He nods slowly.

“I know.”

Then quieter: “Do you think we can find our way back?”

That question.

The one I’ve been asking myself since he left.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But I know I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

He shifts closer. Carefully.

Like he’s afraid one wrong move will shatter the whole room.

“I miss you,” he whispers. “Not just as a friend. Not as something casual. I miss you. Everything.”

I stare at him.

And I realize I’m not angry anymore.

I’m just... tired of the pretending.

So I whisper back:

“Then stay.”

He blinks.

“You mean—”

“Stay, Chris.”

I pat the couch beside me.

“If we’re gonna figure this out… we can’t keep running.”

He moves without another word.

Sits beside me.

Close, but not touching.

We’re not fixed. Not yet.

But the silence feels different now.

Not empty.

Just waiting.

I lean my head against his shoulder.

He exhales—slow, deep.

Like he’s finally breathing again.

And in that quiet, in that tiny shift of space…

We start to rebuild.

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A/N: I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE! I HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING IT!

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How do you have a son?

Summary: what if our resident lovable genius was the son of our favourite questionable doctor? Or: the ducklings find out that House has a son.

Disclaimer: I did write something like this literally two days ago, so if you saw that….sorry? This has the same idea behind it, so I hope you’ll like it.

Part of the Spencer Reid is Gregory House’s son obsession I’m having

The team didn’t know, obviously. House was such a closed off person, the most they ever got from his personal life was in dirty jokes (and who knows what’s true and what’s not) and in that weird class where he decided to use himself as a patient.

After the whole situation with his parents coming to visit him, they thought they knew everything: ex-girlfriend who he used to accuse of ruining his life but not anymore, weird almost codependent relationship with Wilson, also weird relationship with Cuddy, distant with his parents.

Why would they think he had a kid? He never gave any reason to think that, and to be completely honest, none of them imagined anyone who could stay with House long enough to have a child together.

House knew that they didn’t know, and he was okay with that. Only a couple of person in his life knew of Spencer, and he preferred it that way. But the new case was in a death spot and he was getting bored, and his son was coming to visit, so he decided to drop the bomb. Casually, as if he was talking about Chinese food or one of his soaps.

“What did you just say?” “A…a son?” Chase and Cameron were the first to speak, the former with confusion painted on his face, the latter with a hint of delusion: despite her best efforts, her crush on House was still present, it was just a bit less strong.

“Since when do you have a son?” Foreman was skeptical as usual, never trusting his boss’s weird behaviour.

After that dumb question, House decided he would not make it easy. They had nothing better to do, so what was the harm in a little game? He dramatically turn around towards his fellows, eyes wide and mouth open in exaggerated shock.

“Since when? Since he was born! Foreman, I get that you spent your time stealing car, but I thought you graduated med school. How are you here?”

Foreman rolled his eyes and started to get up, already fed up by his boss’s attitude. Unfortunately for them but fortunately for House, who loved making fun of them, the other two fellows were not satisfied.

“How do you have a son?” Chase noticed his mistake immediately: what kind of question was that? He should’ve definitely worded it differently, but the confusion got the best of him. He only hoped House would let it slide.

But he was House. “What do they teach in Australia?! What kind of medicine do you have? You go to a kangaroo and hope for the best? Do I really have to explain how kids are made, Chase? You see, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much, they…”

“You know that’s not what I meant!” the blonde basically shouted, his cheeks getting slightly redder. House was like his weird surrogate father, and his jokes in hookers we’re already a bit much, he did not want to have that conversation with him.

“I’m sorry, did I interrupt something? I didn’t know the ducklings were ready for the bird and the bees. They always grow up so fast” deadpanned Wilson, who appeared out of nowhere from behind House.

Chase got even redder and sat back in his spot, hiding his face behind his hands.

“So, two down, one to go. Come on, Cameron, what dumb question do you have? You’re gonna make me be late.” “Since when do you care about punctuality? Your work day starts in a range between 10 and noon!” she finally spoke, using it as an opportunity to change the subject. She was not ready to hear House talk about a son and a possible wife or partner, she needed a couple of drink first.

Before House could answer, Wilson asked him curiously where was he gonna go, and repeated her question: after all, after knowing the man for so long, the oncologist knew that there was only a bunch of things that he really wanted to get to in time. One was a date night, the other was a reunion with his kid.

“Spencer is in town” the man replied, with a loving smile on his face. Smile that was soon mirrored by the oncologist.

Wilson loved Spencer like he was his own. He spent so much time with House in their decade year of friendship (and something more) that it was hard not to. The young man was so smart, like his father, and so kind, unlike his father, and spending time with him was something he was always looking forward to.

Seeing the look in his…Wilson’s face, and knowing the man, House spoke before he could. “Don’t worry, I already booked him for a dinner with you too. You know he loves you.”

The three fellows were more and more confused: not only Wilson knew of the kid, he knew him personally and the kid (Spencer, they needed to remember) loved him? The oncologist always had kind eyes, especially when compared to House’s, but in that moment they were full on heart eyes.

“You know him?” “Know him?! He birthed him!”

And with that, House left, leaving behind himself three very confused doctors and an extremely embarrassed one, who still had heart eyes.

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Unraveling you at the Seems

Genre : Haters to Lovers

Notes : Ho...pital, making out, you are still heavily injured, I'm posting this during my break lol, AO3 saw it first

Wordcount : 941

Chapters : 1 / 2 / 3

My Masterlist

Link to AO3

Drip, drip, drip

Sounded in your ears, a comforting albeit annoying sound.

Similar to the sound of the pen scraping paper from the other side of the room. You knew who it was, having heard her talking to a nurse while you were dozing. It scared you, to confront her, to open your eyes and watch the consequences of you actions rigth in front of your eyes. It scared you so much that you have not opened them in the half an hour you were awake, listening to the drip, drip, drip of the infusion. You thougth about opening them when she was away, even planing an escape route, despite not knowing where you were. But…hospitals all had the same build, for sure!

"Your breathing has changed."

You tensed up.

"The nurse has to check on your wounds while you're awake."

You sighed, sitting up. "Can you stop being so attentive for once?"

"My children don't appreciate this virtue either.", she had put her tea cup down, looking as refreshed as ever, though she had not covered up her eyebags with make up like she usually did when you were out. A line carved itself between your eyebrows.

"Where are we?", you asked, then grabed your head at a random headache. "And what time is it?"

She pulled up her chair and sat next to the bed. "It's morning. And we're in Fontaine."

Your head snapped towards her. "How in the WORLD did you get me to Fontaine?!"

"A carriage.", she answered and you groaned. "I have a heavy burn wound-"

"And I have my ways.", she stood back up, walking to the door. "I will get the nurse now, she will have to check on you."

You waited a bit, before nodding. You watched her leave.

----------------------------

"Please take a deep breath for me.", the stethoscope was cooling your skin, Arlecchinos heel tip was tip, tap, tapping on the floor, similar to the Infusion or the pencil.

"Seems fine, now lift your shirt up, please, I will need a clear look at the wound."

You did as she asked and she started pressing her fingers around it. "Do you have any memories? Your husband told me you slipped in and out of consciousness during your ride."

You looked between the both of them, a question on your face, esspecially when Arlecchino tensed a bit. You stopped your grin. Maybe you should say yes, just to mess with her. The thougth made you chuckle, which probably gave you away. "No, nothing. I remember waking up only."

"And nothing hurts?"

You turned your head towards the direction she was going, watching her sit back down on her chair.

"No."

She pulled back, done with her examination it seemed. "It was dangerous to travel that quickly after such a fatal wound.", she criticized, looking at the harbinger for a split second, or maybe it was the window, what did you know? "But, it seemed to have been treated with the proper precautions and luck.", she put the stethoscope around her throath. "If you need anything, call for me, I will do a check up on the children.", she scribbled something down in her notebook before taking her bag with her to leave.

Only silenced followed, though even that was broken since you had to adjust yourself under the blanket. "What happened?"

She rubbed her forehead. "Your family."

You hummed. "What did they do?"

"You're a smart Woman.", she said. "Take a guess."

Your lips were sligthly agape. You leaned back into the lifted bed. As you predicted, they had tried to kill you. What a suprise, is what your body thougth, since you felt like a ligthweigth all of a sudden. You grabbed the sheets after it wouldn't go away. "My family tried to kill me…" You chuckled. "I shouldn't be suprised now, should I be."

"No.", she said. "I would have done the same thing."

You gulped. "I thougth you take care of what is yours."

"Not when it betrayes me."

You huffed. "Killing seems like the greatest betrayal…"

"Not when it is expected.", she grasped your chin, making you look at her. "Not with us."

Then she looked at your lips, having her thumb stroke over the bottom one. You wasted no time, pulling her close before she could escape you, meeting her in a kiss. You could feel her shock in her lack of action at first, but then she melted. You hummed, sligthly teasing, pushing her back a bit, but she took control within a heartbeat, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you up. You only parted as you whinced, she had misplaced her hand, rigth into the wound.

"Hm..", she looked down. "Sorry love.", her hand was wuickly gone, but so were her arms, now resting limp on her sides.

"It's ok.", you say, recognizing that it had not hurt when the nurse touched it. You looked at her hands. Her curse. Sat back down.

"I take care of what is mine, even if it tries to kill me.", she reminded.

You crocked a brow. "Do you tell that to me, or yourself?"

"Both.", she looked you up and down, as if you were a secret that she could not decipher, a lock withouth a key, a pet withouth a master. You crocked your head. Was that how you had looked at her for this whole time? No wonder she had thougth you an assasin. She turned around, back to her table, her work. "Do rest more," her pencil scraped against the old paper. ", we have a lot to discuss once you are properly healed, after all."