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call-memissbrightside · 11 months ago

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As a single parent, you worked overtime to make sure your son had a great Christmas… toys, clothes, all a good mixture of needs and wants.

The warm mug of much needed coffee was cuffed in your hand as you pretended to be at awe of all the presents Katsuma unwrapped.

His excitement made up for being woken up so early, a sleepy smile on your face as you watched Katsuma thank you over and over again for all the things you got him.

Christmas was usually a quiet thing in your household, Katsuma would unwrap all his presents, you’d unwrap whatever craft he made you in class, then the two of you would cuddle on the couch to watch Christmas cartoons. Katsuma would fall back asleep tucked into your side, and Christmas would be over.

Yet—

You hadn’t thought of what Christmas would be now that Katsuma had his father in his life.

A text from Katsuki in the early morning hours explained how he’d be a bit late coming over, something about a bank heist?

Right when Katsuma opened his last present did the doorbell ring, both of you perking up.

“It’s Daddy!” Katsuma’s excitement spiked, and he tumbled over all his toys and wrapping paper scattered across the floor to open the door.

“Ho ho ho brat!” Katsuki’s voice boomed, heavy boots from his hero costume mimicking the jolly man’s costume.

You explained to Katsuki that he shouldn’t go overboard with presents, Katsuma really didn’t need a swimming pool nor an electric car because he was just five, so you really thought he’d simmer it down when it came to gifting presents.

You were dead wrong.

“It’s a puppy!” Katsuma jumped around as his father carried in a small puppy in his arms, you noted how he must of just came back from a mission due to the fact that he had scratches and a rising bruise forming on his face. Nonetheless, your ex looked just as happy, carefully handing over the pup to Katsuma.

“A dog?” You were going to kill him.

Katsuma begged for a dog or any pet every year, but you just couldn’t do it. You worked all the time and lived in an apartment, plus all the responsibility would fall to you because Katsuma was five.

Katsuki had his famous smirk on his face, red eyes taking in your disbelief.

“Yea,” he said nonchalantly. “It’ll live with me, but can come visit when I come over.”

Relief made you fall back against your couch, visions of chasing around a teething puppy evaporating as quick as they formed.

Katsuma forgot all his other presents, now all his attention was on the small puppy.

“Mommy hold it!” He shoved the poor puppy in your lap.

Sensing you weren’t as excited as Katsuma, it curled up in your lap and fell asleep once you started petting his head as your son quickly excused himself to go, quote, “take a leak!”

Laughing, you looked at Katsuki. “You’re rubbing off on him.”

Katsuki snickered, collapsing next to you on the couch, clearly tired but still reached out to stroke the puppy on its head.

“Damn right, he’s my kid.” Katsuki smiled.

He truthfully hadn’t been this excited for Christmas in years, and seeing his sons reaction to his present made up for the fact that he had to fight off some lousy villains in the morning.

“A puppy? You trying to make me look bad?” You joked, still in disbelief that Katsuki ‘won’ Christmas. Not that it mattered, but you knew when Katsuma was asked what he got for the holiday, he’ll bring up the puppy rather then all the other toys you got him.

Katsuki tipped his head back to laugh.

“It’s my first Christmas with him,” he shrugged. “I wanted it to be memorable.”

Katsuki took something out of his pants, before handing you a small box.

“Oh Katsuki, you didn’t have to—,” you were quickly cut off.

“Just open it woman, sheez,” katsuki rolled his eyes.

Opening the box, you gasped, inside was a beautiful necklace with Katsuma’s birthstone and a small ‘k’ dangling next to it.

“So you’ll always have him with you, even when the brats at my house playing with my awesome present.” Katsuki knocked your shoulder with his.

You were touched by the sentiment, and the necklace was beautiful. It was thoughtful, and sweet, but you had something up your sleeve.

“Box on the left, it’s yours.”

Katsuki groaned as he got up to retrieve it, but returned to sitting next to you.

“Katsuma? Are you okay?” You called out to your little boy, slightly worried he was taking some time in the bathroom.

“I’s okay mommy!” His little voice called out. “I got a big dump!”

You and Katsuki both laugh, and the hero opens up his present.

It was a photo album of Katsuma over the years, you smiled fondly of all the photos you remember taking of your baby as Katsuki looked at every page. The last four pages had recent pictures of Katsuki with his son, some sly photos you took when they were together.

“I’m always going to be sorry I held Katsuma from you when he was born,” you explained, the similar guilt weighing heavily on your chest. “But,” you jutted your chin to the photo of Katsuki helping Katsuma ride his bike, “I hope we can make more memories together.”

Katsuki was silent. You worried for a moment you did something wrong when he didn’t say anything. Then—

The puppy barked unhappily from being startled when Katsuki hugged you tightly to his chest.

“Thank you,” he mumbled against your forehead. “This is the best present ever.”

You smiled, eyes becoming teary.

“I guess I ultimately won Christmas,” you teased.

Katsuki barked out a laugh, letting you go and petting the puppy again lazily, flipping through the pages again of the scrap book.

“I guess I can live with taking second place.”

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gojonanami · 11 months ago

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i want to spoon the dilfs 🥺

would you mind writing some stuff where the guys get to be little spoon at some point?

thank you bbg ilysm

i have so many thoughts about this

NANAMI

there was nothing more nanami wanted then to be held by you after a long day — especially if he had overtime. you always could almost see it written all over his face when he came home — brow furrowed and shoulders slumped. so you’d help him — help him get undressed, start a hot bath, wash him, and then get him into bed for a nap before dinner. usually nanami was the one with an arm thrown over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, but on days like this, he wanted to be held. you slip under the covers beside him, your chest pressed to his back, as you wrapped your arm around him, your face buried between his broad shoulders. and he never had never felt so loved before — even so safe. because he knew he could just be — just exist — and that was enough for you. and for him

GOJO

gojo would insist on being the little spoon, loving the feeling of your arms around his middle, your face buried in the nape of his neck. he’d tease and say he only could sleep soundly with your arms around him. as much as he loves to engulf you with his long limbs, he loves the feeling of you pressed against him — a reminder that you chose him, just as he is, not as the strongest, just as gojo satoru. by morning, he’s rolled over to face you in his sleep, face buried in your chest, his warm breath tickling your skin.

GETO

after amanai’s death, suguru had a lot of nightmares, waking up in cold sweats and seized breaths. the only thing that gave him any comfort was your body next to his in his bed. it started when neither of you could sleep, spending the night in his dorm, until the two of you had ended up in bed together, lying beside each other. his back was to you, and you woke to the sounds of his rapid breaths and murmured words, and you curled around him, your arm around his middle, as you pressed yourself to him. you murmur quiet reassurances in his ear, until his breath slowed and he fell back asleep. and you'd spend almost every night like that after that.

CHOSO

choso loves being the little spoon, after everything that happened in shibuya and beyond, he has a lot of anxiety about you and yuji getting hurt. being the little spoon reminds you that you're right there, and you're fine. he loves feeling you play with his hair as you press yourself to his back, pressing sweet kisses to the back of his neck. he loves waking up with your face buried in his back, your soft breaths warming his skin, before he finally turns to press a kiss to your lips to rouse you.

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tetzoro · 3 days ago

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˖˙ ꔫ — A STARRY SKY AND HOPEFUL EYE

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : nightly routines revolve around keeping watch with zoro, but today is extra special as you get to start his birthday off right with an intimate moment and a special gift.

꒰ contents ꒱ : zoro roronoa x reader ; alcohol mention. elements of hurt/comfort, tooth rotting fluff + filled with love. — WC : 1133

happy birthday zoro ♥︎

“I'm here, don’t be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you.” A familiar, gravelly tone pierces through the thick fog of fear that was slowly consuming you. Zoro’s voice was every bit of him as ever — strong, driven, confident, protective.

It serves as a reassuring melody that tugs on your delicate heartstrings, commanding the attention that you so readily give. A gentle reminder that you’re secure in his arms and safely tucked away from the winds of change and everything else that the Sunny is drifting past.

But it held a serene tenderness that would only surface when the two of you were alone and under the stars, sailing across the open sea where the only witness to your love was the pearly moon that dreamily hung overhead.

You hum softly as you begin to fully wake, feeling the words rumble from his chest and caress your back, soothing all of your fleeting worries away. Zoro had a gift when it came to chasing away demons, a renowned hunter that would protect you from anything that dare brought you harm.

“‘m sorry.” You pivot a little, readjusting yourself to nestle into him better. “I didn't mean to fall asleep.”

“What did I say about apologizing?” He roughly gruffs out, a direct juxtaposition to the careful way he was cradling you. “Another nightmare?”

“They come and they go.” The fear of the dream subsides as you take in the night that beautifully envelops you both.

The stars begin to unveil themselves, gleams of hope scattered across the inky black sky. The sun had long since gone to rest but the night prevails as the two of you keep a watchful eye.

The vibrant colors that once bathed the sky in orange and pink hues were now stripped back without the comfort of the sun.

Keeping watch was a task you and Zoro would often face together. The norm was that each person would take two hours to complete their shift but overtime, yours had blended together. From the birth of midnight into the early cusps of the morning, this little cozy corner of the world was yours.

Countless times you’ve found solace in each other’s quiet wakes. Words would come far and few in between in favor of soaking up the comforting presence that bloomed whenever you were together.

Even still, the whispered exchanges were something that never failed to fill you with warmth in spite of the desolate chill of night.

“Get some rest. I'll make sure they don’t come back.” Zoro’s lips faintly brush against your temple in an attempt to ease your troubled mind. Everyone fell victim to the darkness that plagues dreams and he knew all too well the toll they could take.

“I wanna stay up with you.” The looming winter breeze glazes over your face, kissing along your skin in such a way that has you huddling to the source of warmth that surrounds you. “It's your birthday so I want to savor as much time with you as I can before the others wake up.” A pause. “Besides, I got you a little present.”

Zoro shifts a little so he has a clear view of your face, sharp gaze set on you. Mirth swims in his steely eye as he makes contact, lips twitching heavenward.

“A present, huh? Is that why you locked yourself in the crows nest yesterday?” It was true, you had shooed everyone away from the room under the guise of training. But Zoro knew better — you’d never deny him the chance to train with you but he didn’t push it, opting to train on the deck instead.

“Maybe….” You trail off, smiling sheepishly before sliding off of his lap to reach for the gift you had stowed away earlier. The shimmering moon provided enough light for you to see, casting a luminous glow that blankets you both in a loving embrace, glittering with an ethereal magic that only the depths of night could merit.

“You gonna show me or what?” He smirks, his face closer to yours as you settle back in front of him. You nuzzle his nose with the tip of your own, an act of affection he’s grown used to over the time you’ve been together.

Silently, you hand him the small box and your heart thumps viciously against your chest. He opens the tiny, yet neat packaging and is quiet for a moment as he examines what lays within.

In the box was a carefully leather braided bracelet with a singular bead woven in.

“You like it?” You falter for a moment. Before he can answer, you begin to nervously ramble. “I tucked my vivre card in the bead. That way if we’re ever apart, we can always find each other again.”

There's another pause and the only thing you can hear is your heart screaming for relief as it pounds against the cage of your ribs. Like clockwork, it eases back down as Zoro's face glimmers with an expression you hardly see, one that’s reserved for you during your most intimate moments.

“Hell yeah I like it.” Zoro's cheeks blossom into a soft pink, calloused thumb gliding over the textured leather. His voice becomes nothing but a fresh breath of air. “This is special.”

“It’s…” The word ‘nothing’ escapes you because it couldn’t be further from the truth. It means everything to you. Plus, he’d only chastise you for downplaying such a thing. “Good, I'm glad you do.”

“Put it on me.” Zoro demands, pulling you up into his lap. You hold onto his hand and gently wrap the bracelet around, the pads of your fingers trailing along his skin and he has to hold back a shudder. With a few simple motions, you tighten it so it’s secure and snug but not too much.

The sunless sky shines again as Zoro smiles at the gift, the light warming you from the inside out and chasing away the chill of night.

“Thank you.” Zoro wraps his arm around your waist, nuzzling his face against your cheek and leaving a kiss there in his wake.

“Of course.” Tension rolls off of your shoulders with the acceptance he so readily gives you. All day, anxiety flooded your veins and took the breath from your lungs as you tried your best to make the perfect gift for him. You even went as far as — “Oh! I almost forgot. I got you something in case you didn’t like it.”

Zoro makes a noise of protest but it almost immediately dies out as he sees you pull his favorite brand of sake out from where you hid it — comically wrapped up in a pink bow.

“Well I'd never say no to this.” He lets out a puff of amusement, taking the bottle from your hand and opening it with ease. “What do you say? Up to share a little drink with the birthday boy?”

“Duh.” A giggle spills from your lips as you watch him hide his smirk with the neck of the bottle, taking a healthy swig. Some of the sake drips down from the corner of his mouth in which you easily scoop it up with your finger, bringing it to your own lips to clean it off.

He leans in to give you a sweet, sake infused kiss. The slight burn of the alcohol dies down as his eager tongue swipes along your bottom lip, soothing the flames away and drenching you in adoration.

In a few hours, the rest of the crew would wake and who knows what they had planned for Zoro. But right now, with the stars as your only witnesses, this moment was for just the two of you.

And Zoro couldn’t imagine a better way to start his day than having his favorite person in his lap, a bottle of sake in his hand, and the warmth of love that buries itself into his heart when he looks at the gift you made him.

thank you so much for reading ( ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩) i hope you enjoyed ! ♥︎

#◟˚. ☁️ ⋆ daydreams.#dividers by cafekitsune #a little in awe i was able to finish this despite it all . but writing this felt like a little reward 🌟#zoro x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #zoro roronoa x reader

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hoodielord · 4 days ago

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Grim and Hood

Nightwing

Gotham Bay Monday 9pm

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

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

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

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

“What are you?!”

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

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

“ Hey Wing.”

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

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

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

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

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

“ Hey Grim, you good?”

Grin nods and hands Hood the vial.

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

Hood let out a chuckle at Grim’s remark.

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

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

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

“Is he alright?”

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

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

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

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

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After a few rings, she picked up.

“Hey, Spoiler.”

“What’s up Hood?”

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

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

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

“Deal!”

“Awesome, so here is the plan.”

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Tuesday 1am, Jason’s apartment

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

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

“Yeah, I already have that covered.”

“What do you mean?”

Jason didn’t answer.

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

“Nothing too bad.”

“Jason.”

“It’s fine, get some more sleep.”

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

“Get back here, intruder!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“tt.That explains nothing.”

“Zero net gain of info there, Jay.”

Both of them ease slightly in their stances.

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

“Oh. this is your other little brother.”

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

“ Damian, he’s my friend.”

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

“Let me guess you got injured?”

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

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

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

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

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Noon, Wayne Manor. Dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That bad, huh?”

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

“ What did he do to deserve that?”

“Used and misplaced Danny’s socket set.”

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

“Oh God, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noon same day, Jason’s apartment, Steph

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

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

“Hey, I was promised waffles!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Danny knows you’re Hood?”

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

“Does Tim know?”

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

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

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

“Nooo!”

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

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

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

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

“No”

Two days later, Gotham bay, Roy

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

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

“Hey Roy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey Grim. You there?”

“Hood?” his voice was quiet.

“Yeah it’s me. You okay?”

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

“Why don't you sit for a bit.”

“Yeah..”

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

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

“Jaybird, is he alright?”

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

“Bill!”

“Yeah, Boss?”

“What happened?”

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

“ He’s calming down now.”

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Hood and Roy looked over the wreckage.

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

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

“Jesus fuck!”

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

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

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

Hood started laughing harder and Roy laughed too.

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

“Grim.” They said, shaking his hand.

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

“Jaybird I am better than okay.”

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

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

“I mean whatever works.” Grim shrugged.

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

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

“I am now regretting letting you two meet.”

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

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

“Spoilsport.” Grim huffed.

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

“Are you doing okay Grim?”

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

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

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

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kakushino · 11 months ago

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Being a papa is not that bad

Platonic relationship - Giyuu and his daughter

The girl wraps him around her little fingers and never lets go.

Tags: hurt/(comfort), fluff, pregnancy mention, Giyuu being a girl-dad, 3rd person POV (F!Reader as background character), Giyuu being whipped (OOC because he's with his kid c'mon) Word count: 1,4k

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AN: So the age of consent in Japan was 13 til recently (it's 16 now), which is super weird, but I had to check before I wrote this to fit the KNY timeline. This is set in Taisho era so everything is legal, tyvm. Shamisen is a japanese string instrument.

Now have a hurty fluff.

Written for Girl dads collab of @suyacho

Having a child before Muzan was dealt with was not in his cards, at least that's what he had thought… until a tryst with one of the kakushi happened and he was to become a father. It was humiliating - his lack of control - and the guilt he felt towards the kakushi for ruining her for any other future was great, weighing him down more than the mantle of a Pillar.

He hadn’t wanted to marry so young either, but shame would have destroyed him, his shame would have destroyed her - he thought - so he married her on a white January day, her belly round and full with his child- his child!

It was born a week after his eighteenth birthday. He wasn’t there for it. He wasn’t anywhere in the prefecture the Butterfly mansion was in either; he was on the other end of Japan taking care of a demon, while another future ghost to haunt him was being born.

Giyuu arrived back at the Water estate at the end of March, his wife sleeping beside the baby on a futon. He had only wanted to check if his wife hadn’t burned the house in his absence but the sight struck a cord in him, like a shamisen being plucked by Fate's fingers, playing him to its pleasure and none his own.

The baby was… cute; hair midnight black, tiny hand clinging to its mother’s hand, a picture of perfect innocence that reminded him of the reason why he fought so hard, why he hunted demons for living.

This. All of this.

His eyes focused on his wife; it was still strange to refer to anyone as his. Her eyes had deep bruises under them, indicating a severe lack of sleep, her hair disheveled, and sleeping yukata askew. One of her breasts had a wet spot on it - she must be dripping milk, he realized.

Giyuu had likely not seen her in a less put-together state and yet, she was pretty. His lips pressed together as he mulled over that thought, silently slipping from the room to bathe and sleep as well.

They would talk in the morning, he decided.

Giyuu left three days later.

He didn’t get to speak to his wife, because the moment he stepped in to hold his baby for the first time, she gave a sigh of relief and fell asleep right away - sitting up, leaning on one of the columns holding up the roof. How could he wake her, when she was so obviously clinging to the last fraying strands of her sanity?

He took a seat beside her and stared at his child - his child.

Kocho had left him a message, somehow knowing Giyuu would have no social graces nor time to speak to his wife. It read:

Congratulations, Tomioka-san. Your baby girl was born healthy, and the name picked for her is Shizuku. Treat her well. - Kocho Shinobu

Tomioka Shizuku.

He would treasure her above himself.

Though he promised himself that, Giyuu remained mostly absent from Shizuku’s early life, working overtime to keep his prefecture as demon-free as he could; he even set up a nightly patrol near his residence with Ubuyashiki to keep his flesh and blood safe.

The times he came home, he spent every waking moment with his child - playing with her, teaching her to call him papa, to say her own name. He drew pictures with her, helped her take her first steps, took her to town on 'adventures'. He was dutiful; no matter the task, if it involved his Shizuku, his child, he would do it.

As she grew up, now nearly three years old, he often took her to the garden, training but making in fun for her - so far, Shizuku liked it the most when he did pushups and she ‘braided’ his hair while sitting on his back. She also loved to watch him practice swordsmanship, absolutely captivated by his movements with the bokken, little mouth hanging open as she sat in the shade of a tree. After his katas, which often earned him an applause for his 'performance', he had a ‘tea party’ under the same tree with her, telling her stories - embellished, of course - about his demon slaying, how he learned total concentration breathing, and other such tales from his life - all wrapped in a fairy tale way.

Giyuu thought Shizuku took them as just stories.

Until…

He was getting ready to leave - Ubuyashiki had called a Hashira meeting - when he reached for his haori only to find it gone. Frantic, his thoughts went to his wife - did she put it in the laundry? Only, checking the 'dirty' basket, it wasn’t there; checking the line of clothing hanging outside, it wasn’t there.

Where is it?!

A panicked search inside of his estate yielded nothing. He couldn’t even ask his wife because she was in the town - he was set to leave when she returned so there could always be someone in the house for Shizu-

Shizuku!

Where was she? Nowhere inside. The garden?

Giyuu swiftly made his way to the place he spent most of the time with his daughter.

Sure enough, Shizuku was there, his haori dwarfing her frame as she tried to replicate his meditation exercises. Relief flooded his chest, a smile overtaking his face as he stepped closer to her.

“I believe you have something of mine, Shizu-chan,” he said, crouching in front of her, not making any move to take his clothing back.

The little girl quickly reached behind her for the bokken - which she also stole, he noted - and leaped at him with a mighty battle cry. “I’m the great Wa’er Pillar, demon! It’s you who stole som’thing from me!”

Acting startled, Giyuu put his everything into making the landing soft for her as he ‘tumbled’ backwards, ‘crying’ out dramatically, “Oh nooo- this foe is too strong for one as puny as I! This must be my end!” His uniform was probably dusty now, but he could shake it out later.

“Ahahaha! Fear me - and die!” Shizuku had let go of the bokken during their ‘fight’ so she used her tiny fists to beat his chest, laughing and squealing in joy at having bested the ‘demon’.

Seeing her smile made his departure all the more bittersweet.

Any day he could die, but this joy would guide him in the moments he breathed.

Giyuu sat up, laying her onto his thighs and tickling her neck, a soft smile still playing on his lips at her adorable face, so much like his own. Blue eyes the same share, black hair in two small braids he had done for her that morning - his daughter.

“Now that the demon is slayed, the mighty Water Pillar needs to go on to do his job, my little clam. So I will be confiscating the haori you’re wearing,” he told her, tugging the garment off her body easily as it was so big on her, leaving her pouting.

“Do you really need to go?” Her pout was not making it any easier.

Nevertheless, he remained patient and gentle. “I’ll be back soon, so don't worry, Shizu-chan.” Giyuu picked her up with one arm, throwing the haori over his shoulder with his other hand, and carried her to the engawa. Shizuku sat dutifully and let him dust her off. “Besides, you have your mother here.”

He took off his jacket and shook out the dirt, nearly missing her whisper. “But mama is not papa.”

Giyuu put everything together on himself - her soft sniffles nearly clogging his throat with heartbreak - and crouched in front of her, taking her hands in his. “Shizu-chan, do you know what papa is?”

She nodded, “A pillar.” Tears glistened on her face.

“Yes, but papa is also brave.” What a big fat lie. “And do you know what Shizu-chan is?”

“Nu-uh.”

He squeezed her hands briefly. “You’re just like papa - a brave warrior. I need you to be brave for me, Shizu-chan. I need you to protect our home while I’m gone. Can you do that for me?”

She wiped her face with one of her sleeves and nodded. “I’ll be like papa and protec’ mama.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Having a child before Muzan was dealt with was not in his cards, he used to think, but perhaps, being a father was not all that bad.

dividers by the amazing @benkeibear

network: @enchantedforest-network

Part 2 will be focused on Giyuu's relationship with his wife (the mother) when? idk

#starting off with a bang #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu #kny giyuu #giyuu fluff #kny fluff #demon slayer fluff #tomioka giyuu x reader #girl dad giyuu #desi the blue eyed kakushi #kakushino

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confietti · 11 months ago

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Attention

“Where the fuck were you?” You stood up, arms crossed around your chest as you stared in disbelief at your husband.

He’s been working ‘overtime’ for the past 2 months and at first, you understood but now it was starting to get to you.

The first few nights he returned not that late, maybe around 9-10 pm. But then he started coming back later and later, and not paying you any attention at all.

Now it was 2 AM almost 3 and you were standing in the living room in your silk robe trying to figure out who your husband was anymore. You never thought his work could make him this unrecognizable.

“Work.” He said bluntly before attempting to push past your shared bedroom, you stopped him.

“Kento it's almost 3 in the morning and you’re telling me you’re just coming back from work? Don't bullshit me. I can barely recognize you— is that alcohol? Were you out fucking drinking?”

As you scolded him he showed nothing but disinterest. It's like he wanted you to stop talking. “I just went to the bar with Shoko and ‘em~ it’s not that big of a deal, honey. Calm down.”

With the look you gave him after he said that he knew he fucked up. “Calm down? You haven't given me even 5 minutes of your attention in months, Kento, and the first fucking thing you say to me after coming home almost 3, and drunk at that! you tell me to calm down?! Since you don't want me to worry about you, why don't you go live with Shoko ‘and ‘em’ instead?”

he watched as you said this with tears in your eyes before going back into the room and throwing a couple of pillows and a blanket at him before slamming the bedroom door and locking him out.

Nanami sighed as he adjusted the cushions and pillows to make himself comfortable on the couch. He regretted everything he just said to you, he vowed to make things right in a couple of hours. But until he crawled underneath the covers and fell asleep.

The next few days were the worst. You gave him the cold shoulder and wouldn't speak to him even if your life depended on it. You refused to stay in the same room with him for more than 15 minutes, you were washing the dishes? You'd drop them and come back to them later. You were eating dinner? You’d take the food back in the room and eat it there. You even went as far as to cook in smaller portions so that he had nothing to eat at all times. You were pissed and he knew it. He made several attempts to talk to you and even texted you just for you to leave him on read.

ken 💕: Darling? I'm so so sorry for what I said, please speak to me.

ken 💕: I'm back on my normal hours if that makes you feel any better.

ken 💕: I love you.

“Baby?” you looked up from your spot on the couch to see your husband with a bouquet of roses. He looked so.. Exhausted.

He has bags under his eyes and had he been… crying? “I know you probably don't want anything to do with me right now but can you please listen to me?” You nodded in response.

“Thank you. I realized what I did to you was completely immature. After work, Shoko and Gojo carried me out for a few drinks because they saw that I was pretty tense. I lost track of time and how much I drank, I’m sorry. And about me working overtime… I stopped doing it. I’m back on my normal hours.”

He said all of that while blushing and scratching the nape of his neck which made you smile. You got up to hug him and whispered into his ear “After you put the roses in some water meet me in the bedroom so you can apologize to me fully.”

you gave him a smirk with a light nibble on his ear when you pulled away, grazing your hand over his crotch and walking back to the bedroom. Nanami swore that he'd never moved that fast for anything in his entire life. He quickly shoved the roses into the vase you two kept on the kitchen counter and made his way to the bedroom.

The sex that night was phenomenal. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, eating you out even though you insisted that it was fine. By the time he finally pushed himself in you it felt as if you were gonna break him in half.

He silently cursed under his breath for not fucking you sooner. Nanami made love to you so tender and sensual that night, murmuring little “i love yous” into the crook of your neck and told you how sorry he was too. The next morning he made sure to take the week of the give you all of his attention. Boy, you loved him more than anything.

!!! Not proofread !!!

a/n: suggested to me by my moot @/twicelles! i’ve had this in my drafts for about a week lol.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #≡; ꒰ ° val's works ꒱#jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk kento #nanami x reader #original character #female reader #black reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x you #nanamin

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redrose10 · 1 day ago

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Can you do an enemies to lovers with #18 Let’s play a game… with Yoongi please. 🙏😊

This is kind of like a lovers to enemies to lovers thing. I hope that’s okay! It’s also longer than I intended…

< Sprinkles >

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, tiny hint of homophobia, Divorce, Smut (oral, unprotected sex, breast play…)

Enemies to lovers

#18 “Let’s play a game…First one to make a noise looses.”

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Yoongi: I swear Y/N if she’s not ready when I get there…

You: Omg Yoongi it was one time and she had an accident right before you got here. Let it go already…

You sighed as you tossed your phone aside. He was on his way to pick up your daughter for the week and apparently was set on never letting you forget the one time he got stuck in rush hour traffic on his way home because your daughter wasn’t ready as soon as he got there.

Things hadnt always been this bad between the two of you. At one point you were a loving happy couple and that only increased when your daughter, Hana, was born. Yoongi was the most the incredible husband and father and you couldn’t imagine your life any other way.

But a few months after she was born things started to fall apart.

Hana suffered from acid reflux so she was up most of the night crying. You and Yoongi took turns tending to her but by the time you would finally fall back asleep she’d wake up again and it was your turn to get up. Yoongi was working overtime trying to support all of you so that you could stay at home with the baby as long as possible so 99% of the household responsibilities also fell on your shoulders. You had reached a level of exhaustion you didn’t know was possible which led to the two of you not having much alone time together and any time you did spend in each other presence usually involved an argument of some sort.

They started as common arguments between couples like housework, bills, and making time for each other.

But over time the arguments turned into petty little things…Yoongi blinked too much, you used too many periods when texting, he didn’t like the way you said the word rainbow, he wore his green sweater too much.

The final straw was the argument on this birthday. You had put together a surprise party which he never showed up for. Instead he texted you that his boss wanted to take him out to dinner and he was really working hard towards a promotion so he didn’t want to say no. He promised to spend the entire weekend with you and Hana to make up for it.

You were beyond upset, but you understood he was just trying to better your lives so you did your best to cool down. It wasn’t until later that evening after everyone had left and Hana was asleep that you finally broke. Yoongi’s boss, Mr. Kim who you were friends with on social media, had posted a photo congratulating Yoongi on his new promotion. At first you were ecstatic. He had worked so hard for this and maybe now he could remove some of the stress and have more time at home. But then you saw it…or her.

Park Duri. She was technically Mr. Kim’s assistant but for some reason was always involved in Yoongi’s schedule. He talked about her a lot. You’d met her a few times and she seemed nice but you always got an uncomfortable feeling whenever you were around her and Yoongi together.

It infuriated you but mostly just hurt you that she spent your husbands birthday with him and also witnessed him get his promotion all while you sat at home eating cold left overs alone.

What brought you to tears though was seeing his arm wrapped so tightly around her shoulders while she leaned into him. He had the biggest gummy smile. He looked so happy. A happy you hadn’t seen in him since the day Hana was born. He certainly never looked that happy around you any more.

That night he stumbled into the bedroom after having one too many drinks in celebration, passing out on the bed without saying a word to you. That night you made up your mind. The next morning you called a lawyer and filed for divorce.

Things were bitter between the two of you ever since. The only positive was Yoongi was still a very present and loving father which is all you could ask of him. You just wished the two of you could be in a room together for more than a few minutes without blowing up at each other.

“She ready?”, he questioned as soon as you opened the door.

“Well hello to you too.”

“Hello my dearest soon to be ex wife. How are things down in hell where you come from?”, he spat clenching his jaw.

“You know what Yoongi why don’t you go fuc-“You had to stop your comment as you heard your daughter come running to the entrance way.

“Daddy!”, she shouted as she jumped into his arms.

“I missed you so much Hana Banana.”, he said giving her cheek a kiss.

“Tell your mother goodbye.”, he mumbled already half way down the hallway. You gave your daughter a hug and told her to behave before handing her the pink overnight bag she had and watched as she skipped down the hall with her hand tightly gripped onto Yoongi’s.

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You were nervous like extremely very incredibly nervous. You and Yoongi had to meet with your lawyers today to try and hammer out the last few details of your divorce. If you could get this done then you just had to go back in a week to sign everything and the divorce would be final.

“No absolutely not.”, Yoongi said making your eyes roll.

“Why not Yoongi? You get custody of Hana 50% of the time. I’m not asking for any money other than requesting we split all bills for Hana 50/50. I already have my own apartment and so do you. We have separate cars and separate bank accounts. What else could you possibly want?”, you shouted getting very irritated. Every single time you guys had tried to come to a conclusion in the divorce Yoongi found a way to drag it on just to spite you.

“I want something in here about us not letting Hana meet our future partners without the other parent meeting them first.”, he said pointing at the contract.

“What!! Absolutely not? You’re not MY father and have no say in who I date.”

“No but I am Hana’s father and I deserve to know about the men that you’re bringing around her. I shouldn’t have to find out from our five year old how you’ve been bringing some guy named Jimin, who’s apparently very handsome, around the apartment. I mean come on Y/N…we’re not even officially divorced. I never took you for that type.”

“And what.type.is.that?”, you hissed.

“The type to go around fucking other men before they are even officially divorced from their husbands.”

“EXCUSE me!! First off Jimin is Hana’s ballet teacher who’s been coming over to give her private lessons. She has a little crush on him. Maybe you’d know that if you actually talked to her and asked her questions about her life. Secondly, you have a lot of nerve accusing me like that. If I was sleeping with Jimin, which I’m not, at least I waited until we were separated.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”, he asked hurt and offended because he already knew what you were getting at.

“Oh cut the bullshit Yoongi. I know you were cheating on me with Duri and who knows who else. That’s why you always came home late smelling like another women’s perfume. That’s why we stopped being intimate. That’s why you stopped telling me you loved me. Isn’t it Yoongi?“

You were so angry by this point you couldnt see straight but it felt good to get that off your chest until you could feel tears forming. You hated crying in front of others, especially Yoongi.

Your lawyer Jin cleared his throat before giving wide eyes to Yoongi’s lawyer Namjoon. “Umm maybe we should continue this next week.”, Namjoon whispered somewhat afraid to get in between you two.

“Yes good idea.”, Jin said packing up his brief case. You stood up as well slinging your purse over your shoulder.

“Y/N wait”, Yoongi said but you stopped him, “No go fuck yourself Yoongi. I’m done.”

“Right back at you.”, he scoffed as you slammed the door behind you.

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“Tae, he knows he’s supposed to run it by me first if someone else is going to be picking up Hana other than him.”, you said feeling bad for the irritation in your voice. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault at all. He put his hands up in defense, “I know I know. He said it was urgent and he would explain it to you later.”

You wanted to say no but Hana had already seen him at the door and was currently dancing around the house shouting party at Uncle Taes’s and you did trust him completely so you gave in and let him take her with a mental note to scold Yoongi later.

While you missed Hana dearly during these times you did appreciate having some alone time so you were sat on the couch in your comfy pjs with a glass of your favorite wine as you got caught up on a drama you had been sucked into.

The doorbell rang forcing you to get up and answer it and you really wished you hadn’t.

“Yoongi? Hana is with Tae.”, you said feeling a slight increase in panic.

He nodded, “I know.”

“Oh my god are they okay? Did something happen?”

He chuckled, “They’re fine.” He even showed you a photo he received of Hana giving Taehyung a full beauty makeover. You felt relief at seeing her okay and happy.

“Okay then why are you here?”, you questioned.

He held up a bag from your favorite bakery a few streets away, “I want to talk. No lawyers…no shouting…no arguing. We just need to talk like civil adults.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know Yoongi. That sounds like a bad idea. At least the lawyers could call the police when we kill each other.”

He chuckled at that, “Please Y/N.” For the first time in a long time you saw something in his eyes other than anger so you agreed and let him in.

After a few cookies and a few episodes of your drama you turned to him, “Alright, what do you want to talk about?”

“Well…first I want to apologize for what I said during the meeting with the lawyers the other day. I guess I was just kind of hurt and maybe a little jealous because I thought you had already moved on with someone else. But after thinking about it…I have no place to feel like that so you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. I just think we should agree to not introduce anyone to Hana for a while.”

“I agree…but I’m not interested in dating anyone right now. But if you…if you want to then I don’t care.”, you quickly added though he shook his head, “I’m good. I want to focus on work and Hana for a while.”

You nodded in agreement.

“I uh I also want you to know that I never cheated on you. I swear on Hana. I’ve never even thought about it.”, he said while pulling on his earlobe, a nervous habit of his.

“You came home smelling like perfume, many times Yoongi.”

“I know…I know but there’s an explanation for that which isn’t me cheating.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh I can’t wait to hear this one.” You could tell he wanted to say something back but bit his tongue making you feel a little guilty.

“Y/N, do you remember on our first anniversary I gave you those flowers.”, you nodded, “Well I didn’t pay for them…actually I never paid for any of them.”

“You thief! Seriously Yoongi you were risking going to prison over flowers?”

“Will you shut up and give me the chance to explain?”, he barked. You huffed but leaned back into the couch.

“I had severely under estimated how expensive flowers had become. Thanks to all of our bills and our furnace breaking the week before I couldn’t afford to buy them. I started crying in the shop because I felt like the worst husband ever. The elderly woman who owned the place asked what was wrong and after some convincing I told her. She told me how her husband used to bring her flowers every week and it gave her something to look forward to no matter how tough of a time they were going through. So she gave me a small bouquet to give to you. I reminded her that I couldn’t pay but she said she only wanted a hug. So the next week after I got paid at work I went back to get you more flowers and pay her back for the first bunch but she wouldn’t accept my payment. She only wanted a hug. She did that every time that I went in there and that’s why I came home smelling like perfume. I never cheated with her…I mean… she did grab my butt once but I wouldn’t really count that.”

You chuckled at the mental picture before remembering, “And Duri?”

“Duri wouldn’t have wanted me even if I did want to cheat on you with her. She was a…she was not into men so you would’ve had a better chance than I did. She just liked me because I was one of the few people in the office that didn’t judge her.” This new information caused you to feel so many different emotions some good some bad.

“Y/N I never cheated on you. I’m sorry that I made you doubt that.“

“Okay yeah thanks for clearing that up. I’m uh I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

“I’m also sorry that I stopped initiating anything intimate. It wasn’t you at all. I was just always so tired and stressed and then if I did want to do something you just seemed so angry and distant with me or Hana was acting up and I didn’t want to push you into any thing. But most of all I’m sorry that I stopped telling you how much I love you Y/N. There’s no excuse for that and I regret it more than anything.”

His words replayed in your mind over and over, “Yoongi did you mean you loved me?”

He shook his head, “I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will. That’s why I’ve been trying to drag on this divorce. I’ve been selfish because I didn’t want to let you go…but Monday…Monday we can call the lawyers and I’ll sign the papers. I won’t make you suffer any more.”

“I…I love you too Yoongi.,” you stiffled unsure of when you even started crying.

Quickly he pulled you into a hug, “Hey hey it’s okay. Don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.”

“What do we do Yoongi?”

“Well…we can continue with the divorce if you want or we can try again. Go slow. Maybe see a couples counselor. I think having this talk really helped us so I think talking to a professional would be a good thing. But it’s up to you. I want to save this…I want to save us but I won’t force you.”

“Yeah I think…I think we should try to work on things.”, you nodded. He smiled and you smiled both breathing a sigh of relief.

Then Yoongi fidgeted with his fingers as he looked around the room that had suddenly become more awkward., “Well uh I guess I should get going. I need to save Taehyung from his baby sitting duties.”

“Oooorrr maybe you could stick around a little longer. I think Taes having the time of his life.”, you chuckled before flipping your phone over show him the text of a photo of Tae on the couch and Hana cuddled up next to him as he gushed about how wonderful she is.

He smiled at the cute photo before agreeing to stay since he really didn’t want to leave anyways.

Maybe it was the bottle of wine that you two had during the movie or the months and months without being touched or just being exhausted physically and emotionally that was causing your brain to go haywire but suddenly you could sense every little movement from Yoongi.

The way his chest moved up and down as he took slow breaths. The way he sat kind of slouched with his legs spread out. The way his fingers kept inching closer and closer to the bare skin of your thighs. It all sent a fury of emotions through you as you could feel your arousal building, almost making you feel silly for being so weak for him.

But you two had barely agreed to work on things less than a few hours ago so you tried your best to ignore the desires within you.

You knew that Yoongi was having similar feelings as you when his fingers continued to move slowly up the side of your thigh until his large hand was firmly situated on the top of your leg, his fingers began gently toying with the bottom of your shorts as if he was testing the waters to see if you were going to stop him. When you didn’t, he got a little more brave slightly pulling on your bottoms but then he suddenly pulled back.

“Y/N…I…We can stop if you’re not into this. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that...It’s just been so long.”

“I know it has been. Maybe…Maybe I want this too.”

He scooted closer until you could feel his warm breath hitting your cheek.

“Y/N, maybe isn’t enough for me. I need a yes or a no.”, his voice deeper than usual.

You thought for a moment. You thought about the positives and negatives. He started to move away taking it as a no when you stopped him. Quickly you lifted yourself up and straddle his lap before kissing him, “Yes I want you. I want you Yoongi. I want you so bad.”

That was all he needed to send his lips searching for yours. His hands grasped the end of your shirt and began pulling it up, you shimmied to help make it easier for him.

In one swift movement you were left completely bare in front of him thanks to having forgone a bra earlier in your search for optimal comfort.

He sat staring at you making you flush red.

“Fuck I’ve missed these.”, he smiled squeezing your breasts. “Yoongi don’t make it weird.”, you chuckled yet doing absolutely nothing to stop him especially once his mouth connected to your left nipple and he began gently biting down, something he knew you loved.

The more you moaned the more it egged him on to bite and squeeze and suck and leave marks all over your naked breasts. You started to grind down on him using his growing erection to provide some friction to your wet core. The sensation making you both throw your heads back.

“Want to make you feel good.”, you mumbled against his neck leaving kisses as you went.

“You’re already making me feel good Sprinkles.”

On your first date you got really excited to find out the cafe had sugar cookies covered in sprinkles. Yoongi thought it was the cutest thing ever and had in turn started calling you Sprinkles.

Your heart jumped at the use of your nickname that you hadn’t heard him say in so very long.

It wasn’t until you felt his hips buck up into you that you were brought back to reality, “No I want to make you feel really good.”, you whispered already on your knees while your fingers quickly worked on his belt and zipper. As you finally freed him you were reminded about just how big he was.

You saw him smirk as you stared somewhat in shock, “What don’t think that pretty mouth of yours can take me any more?”

You didn’t say anything. You wanted to bite back but instead you dove in. Your tongue licking a strip on the underside. You went right into a rapid pace, sucking, licking, paying close attention to the head just like he liked.

You took pleasure in watching him come undone above you. His cheeks tinted red, his legs spread far apart giving you ample room, you gripped onto his thighs as his head rolled back on the couch. He ran his hands through his hair getting lost in the feeling and savoring the sensations of your mouth taking him fully.

Suddenly his hand came and fisted a chunk of your hair, “Y/N, Stop…you gotta sto-“

You couldn’t get your mouth off in time before he started convulsing and a warm salty liquid coated the back of your tongue.

While it definitely was a confidence booster to know you could have that kind of an effect on him it was still funny to you and you couldn’t stop giggling, especially when you saw how embarrassed he looked.

“Shut up. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything but my hand.”, he grumbled.

“No no it’s okay Yoongles.”, you giggled until your giggles turned into a scream as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Once you were laid down on the bed he wasted no time in tearing off your shorts and removing his shirt leaving you both completely bare.

“Fuck look how wet you are.”, he sighed as he ran his fingers through your folds.

“Mmmm yes Yoongi.”, you moaned finally feeling a little relief until he abruptly stopped and pulled away.

You whined at the loss of contact earning a low chuckle from him.

“Please don’t tease. I need you so bad.”, you said as your hips began shifting looking for pleasure.

Yoongi being the way that he was decided to only tease you further. This time with the head of his already hardened again cock as he would barely give you the tip just to pull away leaving you needy and empty.

“Fine keep doing that…Maybe I’ll go ahead and call Jimin. I bet he wouldn’t tease me.”, you spat somewhat playfully somewhat loosing your mind.

Without warning Yoongi slammed into you fully sheathing himself. “Oh fuck Yoongi.”, you cried blissfully at the burning stretch.

“Yeah you like that. You think it’s nice to talk about other men while I’m fucking you.”, he growled, “I’ll make you forget he even exists. Fuck Y/N.” He was fucking into you with such a quick forceful pace that your whole body was being pushed up against the bed until you couldn’t go any more.

“Don’t stop. I’m about to cum. Please Yoongi.”, you cried.

“Yeah, then cum for me.”, he said, “let me feel you squeezing my cock like you want it.”

That was all it took until you were pulsing around him squeezing with everything you had as your body reveled in the feeling. A feeling you had long forgotten about.

Once you had come down from your high he wasted no time before he was pounding into you again trying to chase his own release.

“Whoa whoa.”, you said and he instantly pulled out looking at you with a worried expression, “What? Are you hurt?”

“You get to cum twice while I only got once? That doesn’t seem fair.”, you smirked while he looked at you slightly annoyed.

“I mean I think I deserve another one…or are you too out of the game to be able to make your girl cum more than once in a night.”, you playfully quipped.

Yoongi ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in irritation, “You know you’ve become quite the mouthy one Sprinkles.“

He slowly stroked himself a few times knowing it was going to be difficult for him to hold off his already close orgasm.

“How about we make this a little interesting?”, he said lining himself up with your entrance.

“I’m listening.”, you said half moaning at the sensation.

“Let’s play a game…First one to make a noise looses.”, he said, “Loser has to cook dinner next Friday for date night.”

You head rolled back, “You’re on.”

“And I expect fresh baked brownies with my meal when I win.”, he arrogantly said as he slammed into you again.

He was watching himself disappear inside of you and reappear covered in your juices as a way to try and keep his focus when you decided to play dirty.

You squeezed your walls around his length as tight as you could trying to get a moan or a hiss but he was good. Instead he looked up giving you a look that said two can play that game.

He kept eye contact as he brought two fingers to your swollen clit rubbing figure eights to add extra pleasure as his mouth latched onto your right nipple. You bit down onto his shoulder to stifle the sounds your mouth was begging to make.

The two of you lasted at this for several minutes before you had a realization.

Yoongi was going slow, taking his time, gently thrusting in and out of you, which you knew meant he was close and trying to hold out as long as he could.

And then you decided to make the move that you knew would surely make him come undone and spill a litany of filth from his mouth.

You hooked a leg around him and with all the strength you had you pushed home and flipped over so that he was on his back and you were on top, his dick remaining inside you the whole time. You nearly laughed out loud when you saw the surprised look on his face but you managed to stifle it.

You started bouncing up and down on his cock with a rapid pace. Your were so close to your own orgasm. Your thighs were burning but you could feel his hands eagerly grabbing onto your body trying to stop it. He was so close too.

Carefully you leant forward just enough that you could suck little marks into his skin while still riding his dick. The angle allowing your tits to lightly brush up against his skin with your movements. You gave him a couple extra squeezes for good measure and next thing you knew his hands were on you holding you in place as his own hips bucked up into you, “F-Fuck Y/N. Fuck I’m coming... I’m coming. Baby fuck. I tried. I’m sorry.”

You could feel hot liquid already dripping out of you and making a mess on him as he helped you ride out your own high that quickly followed.

When your breathing had calmed he helped you off of him and quickly got you all cleaned up before laying down next to you on the bed.

“That was uh…I think we needed that.”, he said giving your hand a kiss.

“Yeah it felt good. I think that maybe we lost ourselves in being parents and forgot that we have needs too. Let’s…not do that again this time.” He nodded, “Speaking of which I should probably go relieve Taehyung. I told him I’d only be a few hours at most so he’s probably not happy.”

“Yeah probably. Hey make sure Hana eats something other than takeout this week please…and she has a dance less with Jimin on Wednesday so maybe be nice when you drop her off.”, you said following him to the door.

“Yes to the no takeout and we’ll see but no promises to the Jimin thing.”, he grumbled.

He put on his coat and shoes and gave you a kiss and was just about to walk out the door when you stopped him.

He turned to look and found you smiling hard.

“What?”, he asked confused.

“For dinner next Friday…I expect fresh baked sugar cookies with my meal.”, you giggled as his face fell remembering that he had in fact lost the game.

“Fine…sugar cookies it is…ooorrrr you know we could go best two out of three.”, he said already reaching out for you.

“And don’t skimp on the sprinkles.”, you shouted quickly shutting the door before you could give into his little game.

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nicksbestie · 7 months ago

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Next Stop - C. Sturniolo

three times chris reminds you that your stop is next, + the time he gets off with you

Summary : You get distracted easily, and almost miss your stop going home from work. Luckily, there's someone who reminds you often.

Warnings : none <3

Word Count : 2268

Pairing : Chris Sturniolo/Reader (eventually romantic)

A/N : i am so excited to write this!

one

You had a long day at work.

That’s why it happened, that’s why you fell asleep on the bus. You didn’t fall asleep on the bus and nearly missed your stop because you were up nearly all night finishing work before its deadline arrived because you have a terrible habit of procrastinating things until the last minute. You were just tired, took the first seat you could find, and in the midst of the happiness of being on the way home, and the relaxation of being able to sit down and not have to focus on any work, you fell asleep. That’s exactly what happened.

You had nearly been late leaving work, something you never were, because the second that you could get out of that hellhole you were gone. It was incredibly rare that you didn’t leave on time, because you worked so hard during the day to make sure that you never had anything that would keep you working overtime. And the longer you were at work, the more chance you had to miss your bus home, and you did not want to make that long, lonely, and honestly, quite scary, walk back to your apartment. You’d done that before, and it was not a night that you cared to remember or relive.

You’d gotten an email about twenty minutes before your shift ended, detailing another document that you needed to complete before you left that day. Your manager was a pain in the ass, as if he got paid for that instead of his job. If he did, he’d probably be rich and could quit. You’d glanced over the document, knowing that you could complete it before you got off, and you did, but you dropped an entire file of papers right as you were leaving. You had to stop and pick them all up to put them in your work bag, and that caused you to miss the elevator down to the first floor. So that caused you to have to wait for the next one, and then it was raining as you got out of the building.

You got to the bus stop with plenty of time before the bus got there, and you got on as quickly as possible, tired of being in the rain. You were simply exhausted in general, and as soon as you sat down in a seat, you set your work bag down in your lap, pulling your headphones out and plugging them in, staring out of the window as you played some music through them. You watched all the other vehicles go by, all of them beginning to blur into one long stream of darkness. You were seated close to the front of the bus, and you were grateful for that, so when your stop came, you could quickly get off. You saw a reflection in the window, across the aisle. It was of a boy, around your age, maybe a year or two older. You didn’t think much more of it, simply enjoying getting to relax, but you relaxed too much.

You jolted awake to see the boy from the reflection standing over you, gently shaking your shoulder. He had an apologetic look on his face, and backed up as soon as he noticed you were awake.

“Sorry, but your stop is next. I didn’t want you to miss it.”

Looking up, you saw that the bus screen clearly displayed your stop next, and without even bothering to think about how this boy had known that, you got up, quietly thanking him, and picking up your stuff so that you could get off of the bus.

two

You’d fallen asleep. You couldn’t believe you’d fallen asleep, at your desk no less. Luckily, you had completed all of your work by that point, but you had dozed off right after. You’d been incredibly tired lately, and you really had no excuse for it. You’d been sleeping a lot, but clearly not getting enough good rest. You just wanted to close your eyes for a couple moments, and somehow you’d ended up falling asleep, and only woken up because the last person in the office had left, and slammed the door way too loudly. Realizing the time, you quickly rushed out of there, luckily right on time today. You managed to get on the bus just as it was about to leave, breathing out a sigh of relief as you threw yourself down into a seat, work bag on the seat next to you.

“Nearly missed it.”

You turned around at the voice, noticing the same boy who had woken you up last week sitting two rows behind, and one aisle over. You smiled a little bit, not being able to find it in you to be annoyed at his comment, given that he had a bright smile on his own face.

“Yeah, almost.”

“Glad you didn’t. Would’ve been a long walk.”

You didn’t know why you were so open to chatting with this complete stranger, but you figured you owed him the politeness. After you had entered the conversation, you found that you were actually enjoying it. You talked for the whole bus ride. You found out the guy’s name was Chris, and that he had three brothers, two of them being his triplet brothers. He worked at a restaurant that was actually quite close to your work, which explained why he was always on the bus when you were. He got on one stop before you, and got off one stop after you. He’d seen you on the bus a lot, and that was how he knew when your stop was.

He actually seemed to be a very nice guy, and the conversation flourished. You shared what you both did for work, a lot about your family and friends, and it really was like you had known each other for ages. You didn’t notice how quickly the bus ride went by until he was pointing towards the bus screen, where the stop before yours was flashing on the lights.

“As lovely as it is talking to you, you have to get off of the bus soon.”

You sighed, smiling, a part of you disappointed in having to leave.

“So I do. I loved talking to you too! I assume I’ll see you on the bus again at some point?”

He returned your smile, handing you your work bag.

“I’m sure you will. Have a safe walk home, okay?”

“I’ll do my best. You too!”

You discovered random photos of Chris in your camera roll when you got home, and they made you laugh. He must have taken a bunch of them while you were putting your headphones back in your work bag. Unbeknownst to him, you favorited them all.

three

You were blaming your tiredness on a bad week. That’s all it was. That had to be all it was because being this tired was completely out of control for you, but you couldn’t deny how the day at work made you want to quit and run away forever. If money weren’t a problem, you would do it.

You got out of there on time today. You weren’t running early, and you weren’t running late either. You left there at five in the evening, on the dot, and you were ready for the day to be done. You were so exhausted that you didn’t feel that much at all, nothing except for the lack of energy in your veins.

Stepping on the bus, you could barely even muster a smile at Chris, sitting in his normal seat. As he saw you, he smiled, but it immediately faded when he saw your face. You looked drained, sad, even, and he wasted no time in getting up to sit next to you, in your usual seat. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, reflecting your own.

“What’s going on?”

You felt pitiful in your response, and you had no idea why you were even opening up to him. You’d only talked to him once before, but somehow, you felt like you trusted him wholeheartedly already. You felt comfortable speaking to him, even though it was through shared whispers on a semi-crowded bus.

“I’m just so tired.”

He nodded understandingly, and in his head, he was fighting the urge to just hug you, but he knew a lot of people didn’t like to be touched outright without being asked. So, he took a chance, and asked.

“Would a hug help?”

You sighed, nodding.

“A hug would be great.”

You let him wrap an arm around you, and he let you rest your head on his shoulder. His hug was just as comforting as he looked. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt insanely comfortable with him, and you were so tired that you didn’t have the energy to even think about why that may be. You just let it happen, and so did he. Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the exact same thing.

He noticed how you didn’t offer up any more information, and he also noticed how your breathing evened out, and your arm around his back relaxed a little bit. Looking down, he noticed that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He found it nothing but cute. There was no part of him that could deny the fact that he found you attractive, and he had since the first time he saw you on the bus. He couldn’t believe that he had you asleep on his shoulder, so wholly trusting of him despite barely knowing him, but he had no intentions to disturb you.

He sat there, scrolling on his phone, letting you rest on his shoulder as he waited for the stop before yours to pop up on the screen. He silently begged for the bus to go slower, for the bus to hit every red light possible, for the speed limits to drop, because he wanted to soak in every minute possible that he was getting to spend with you.

Unfortunately, the stop before yours popped up too early for his liking, which meant that it was time to wake you up. As he slowly adjusted you, you woke up, having never been the deepest sleeper, and your face flushed red as you realized that you had fallen asleep on him. You opened your mouth to speak and he cut you off, that same smile back on his face.

“I get the feeling that you’re about to apologize. You don’t have to. Your stop is next, don’t want you to miss it.”

You sighed, getting up, and already missing the comforting feeling of resting against him.

“Thank you. I’ll see you again?”

“Can’t avoid me for long. Walk safe, okay?”

“I will.”

You smiled, waving at him as you got off of the bus, ignoring the happy feeling that went through you when he gave you a huge smile back.

+ one

You got on the bus and were shocked to not see Chris sitting in his normal spot on the bus, and you couldn’t deny that you were slightly sad about it. However, your spirits rose once more when you saw that he was getting on one stop after you. He noticed you, and immediately sat down next to you.

“Thank god you’re here.”

You smiled at his comment.

“Missed me that much?”

“Yes. I did, actually.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, a gentle smile on his face. You talked like you did on the second bus ride you noticed him on, and it felt like a conversation that lasted forever and also lasted just two seconds at the same time. Chris couldn’t deny that he was undeniably attracted to you. You were pretty, funny, and he just loved being in your presence, even though he didn’t have much time with you so far. He really hoped that would change soon, and as the bus approached your spot, he interrupted your conversation.

“This is normally when I tell you to walk home safely, isn’t it?”

You smiled, a thing you did a lot around Chris.

“It is. I suppose you should be saying it?”

“I was actually hoping I could say something different today.”

You raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on your face, deciding to humor him.

“Oh? And what could that be?”

“I was hoping I could get to walk you home today.”

You had a look of surprise on your face, but not one that displayed that his suggestion was unappealing.

“Are you asking me to let you come back home with me?”

You had a joking tone to your voice, but you were halfway serious about it. You weren’t opposed, though. Chris was incredibly sweet and attractive, and a night with him sounded like fun, even if it was just a night.

“Not necessarily. I could walk you back to my place, but you’d be subjected to meeting the other people who live there and have the same face as me.”

You laughed, standing up, and grabbing your things.

“You can walk me home. And come in, if you’d like to.”

“I would love to.”

You couldn’t deny that things had moved incredibly quickly between the two of you, but years down the line, when you got to tell the story of the way he held your hand the entire way home, made eating microwave food on the couch seem romantic, and even managed to steal a few kisses from you before the night ended, the speed of it didn’t seem to matter.

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maxislvt · 2 years ago

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Missed You

Summary: After being away on a needlessly long mission, the only thing Wanda wants is you.

Warnings: unedited because I wrote this is a total of 4 hours, omegaverse, smut, knotting, riding, might bondage (Wanda's magic), nipple play (no breast mention), omega Wanda typical levels of dominance, brief angst, brief discussion of infertility (reader)

Author's Note: Sorta considering making this into a more connected story that kinda follows r and omega!Wanda from AoU to MoM 🧍🏽 hit me up if you're interested low-key

Wanda found a lot of joy in dominating you.

After a long day of being underestimated by alphas and having her plans ruined by their thick headed incompetence — she could trust you'd be snuggled up in her bedsheets to make her happy again. You'd be working overtime to restore her faith in the world today.

What was only supposed to be a two day mission unfortunately turned into almost a week of reorganizing and trailing because a certain agent couldn't handle taking orders from a beta or omega. Losing focus because of a rut cycle was one thing. That was beyond anyone's culture and suppressants didn't always work. Not listening because of something as silly as "alpha instincts" was stupid completely unprofessional.

The extension meant you were forced to suffer through your rut entirely on your own. Wanda's pettiness and Natasha's professionalism couldn't let such foolishness go without punishment. A meeting with Fury would be another 30 minutes away from you, but it had to be done. You deserved her in the best mood she could possibly be in. Wanda wasn't going to let some idiot get in the way of that.

After justice had been served, she made a beeline for your room. Wanda was shocked to find it empty. She checked the gym and the kitchen and yet you were still nowhere to be found. It was strange. You normally jumped into her arms the second she got home. The only other place you could've been was her bedroom but you rarely went in there without her.

Wanda slowly opened the door to her room and peaked inside. It was a rather nice surprise. You were snuggled up in your own little nest on top of her bed. Alphas didn't nest so it was a nice surprise to see you make your own.

She crept closer to your sleeping form and climbed onto the bed. Wanda placed soft kisses on your cheek in order to wake you up. "How's my favorite alpha pup doing?" She whispered in a sugary sweet voice.

Your heart fluttered before your eyes did. A blush spread across your face as you realized you'd been caught. "Um, sorry about this. You were gone and I missed- I…I don't know it just felt right…" Subconsciously, you sink further into the mattress out of embarrassment. "I was gonna clean up before you got back but I fell asleep."

A smile appeared on her face. "Oh baby, you don't have to apologize. I'm just happy you're comfortable." It's a cute little moment and Wanda doesn't want to ruin it but seeing you so vulnerable and relaxed reminded her why she went looking for you. One of her hands ran up and down your stomach. "Do you want me to scent your nest? Most omegas find their nests more comfortable when their alphas scent is stronger."

For a moment you just soaked in the affection that Wanda gave you. "Mhm, this stuff doesn't smell like you anymore." Your body melted into the bed as Wanda's sweet and spicy scent filled the room. Wanda's body heat and scent were almost enough to send you back to the land of dreams. Before you could, a painfully familiar heat began overtaking your body again. It was searing hot and desperate — worsened by the proximity to your mate. "I think…I think you messed up my rut cycle."

Wanda tilted her in confusion. "What's wrong?" She could've been cruel and played dumb until you properly asked for her, but she decided to play nice. Her hand slid down to your crotch and groped the erection forming in your pants. "You certainly don't have issues getting it up." Your boxers were practically ripped off your body. She straddled your thighs and immediately put her attention on your cock. Already hard and desperate for release. "Tell your omega what's wrong, I can't help you if you don't speak up."

A shiver ran down your spine as Wanda's palm slid up and down your shaft. "Um, it uh it just- ah!" You were putty in Wanda's hands already. She had you shaking and stumbling over your words with just a few touches. The pleasure you desperately craved days earlier was finally at your fingertips. it was almost too much for you to bear. "I- I was fine this morning and I thought it was over, but you're back and it's really bad!"

Wanda hummed as if genuinely contemplating what you were telling her. "It's probably just your rut trying to even out still. Bruce did say it'd take a while for it to be normal again." Either she was right or her mere presence had somehow cranked your hormones up to eleven. Neither sounded that bad to her. She placed a soft kiss on your painfully red tip and smiled. "Tell your omega how bad you need her. Do you want to try knotting me again?"

It seemed to be more of a plan than a question as Wanda already started the process of stripping herself. Wanda loved hearing you insist and rush out an answer, but there was no reason to drag out the situation much longer.

You slipped into Wanda's cunt with ease. She was so warm and tight — it was a miracle you didn't cum in the spot. The thought of barely lasting five minutes had you scrambling to lift her off. "C-can we try another way? I don't think this is really fair to you-"

Wanda pushed you back down. Her magic wrapped around your wrist and pinned them to the head board. "Shush, I know my little alpha is sensitive right now. Just focus on trying to knot me, ok?" She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around your neck. Fortunately for you, Wanda decided to take pity on you and set a slow pace for you. Staying in control became increasingly difficult. "If we keep this up, we'll be in sync before you know it."

She nuzzled into your neck, covering you in her scent. Then she immediately slid down to focus on your nipples. "I think I should play with these more, they're so sensitive." The smirk on her face was cat-like and evil. Without much warning, she began to tweak and tug your nipples. Every whine and whimper that came out of your mouth tightened the knot in her stomach. "My little alpha pup is so sensitive at times." She chuckled before giving your nipples a hard tug.

"Noo, don't do that please!" You whined out. Your hips started to squirm and cant up. "I'm gonna cum, please let me cum inside." An unfamiliar swelling started at the base of your cock and slowly began to grow. "I think it's happening!" Your head fell back against the pillow. Overstimulation was going to be the death of you. "It's too much."

Wanda continued to rut against you. "No no, it's okay just keep going." She cupped your face, forcing you to look at her. Intimacy was always her number one priority. "Look at me, baby. You're doing such a good job." She let out a throaty moan as your knot finally slipped inside of her. "Oh baby, you're making me feel so full. I'm proud of you!"

You buried your face into your omega's neck. A low whine forced its way out of your mouth as your cum painted Wanda's walls. "Fuck that feels so good," You rushed as your knot finally slipped inside of Wanda.

The painful stretch of your knot was all Wanda needed to tumble into her own orgasm. Her walls fluttered and her hips began to mindlessly rut against you with no direction. "You're making your omega feel good, I love you so much." She peppered kisses all over your face as she rode out her high. Wanda fell forward the second her orgasm was over.

Both of you were covered in sweat, tired, and absolutely ruined.

You were the first to speak after a best of silence. "Is this…is this gonna get you pregnant?" The two of you had yet to discuss what you wanted for yourselves. Retirement, college, kids — all that stuff seemed like something for the future. It wasn't a good idea to make those decisions so quickly.

Wanda shook her head. "A knot doesn't work if you can't get pregnant beforehand." She kissed your cheek. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Just relax for now, okay?" A family would've been wonderful, but you weren't capable of getting Wanda pregnant and Avenging with a family wasn't ideal. The truth left Wanda's eyes stinging, but she trusted that the two of you could make something work.

You could see the sadness growing on Wanda's face, but decided not to make it worse. Instead, you wrapped her in a tight hug and scented her. "You can be the big spoon when I can pull out if you want…"

Wanda leaned back and looked up at you. You took care of her even when you were covered in sweat and ass naked. A loving smile spread across her face. "I don't know, I might stick to being the little spoon from now on," She said teasingly. Wanda laughed at the pout on your face. "I'm kidding. I couldn't let my favorite teddy bear go without cuddles for too long."

You let out an embarrassed huff as a blush spread across your face. "You're so mean sometimes."

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goldengleams · 4 months ago

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can you write i sleep better when you’re next to me with Jamie drysdale please

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prompt: "i sleep better when you're next to me." with jamie drysdale!

“And the Philadelphia Flyers have defeated the Los Angeles Kings in overtime, 2-1!” The announcer declared. You were happy as you watched your boyfriend Jamie skate off the ice. He hadn’t scored, but he had played a really great game and it made you smile. The screen shifted to commercials after the interviews and closing and you reached to check your phone.

1:28 AM.

You sighed. Even though you didn’t have to wake up for work in the morning, since it was the weekend, you always stressed about your sleep schedule being off whenever Jamie was on a roadie. Especially a west coast trip.

You scrolled on social media for another hour on your phone before you settled on watching an episode of Friends on your laptop. You hoped that it would lull you to sleep.

Ten minutes later, a notification came across your phone screen.

From: Jamie Drysdale

Made it back to hotel, call you in five :)

You heart fluttered. You missed Jamie terribly whenever he was gone and you had become a little dependent on hearing his voice before you fell asleep.

Buzz, buzz.

You slid your finger across the green answer button and your laptop lit up with Jamie's face. He looked exhausted, but he still smiled at you, his hair hanging by his face.

"Hey baby, good game! You played great," you praised.

"Yeah, things are finally looking up for us." The Flyers had been having a rough few weeks, only managing to win a handful of games at home. Jamie had told you that morale had been low but his team was trying their best, and you were just happy to see them get a win.

You and Jamie chatted a bit before you could see he was getting sleepy, his eyes becoming droopy as he laid in the hotel bed.

"Why don't you get some rest? I'm sure you're exhausted after the game," you said quietly. While you didn't want to hang up with Jamie, you knew that he needed rest.

"And it's almost three in the morning there for you, you're gonna get some rest also, right?" You were quick to nod but Jamie gave you an unbelieving look. "You know you don't always need to watch the late games, and besides, you need sleep."

"You know I sleep better when you're next to me," you sighed. You snuggled deeper into your pillows and gave Jamie your best puppy eyes. "Come home soon?"

Jamie chuckled. "You know I will, only a few more sleeps until we're together again. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too."

#nhl hockey #nhl #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale fic

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lovelyflora21 · 2 months ago

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Strangers

Summary: She was still herself, he was still him. In the same place. Yet, isn't it strange how people can change?

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Tags: Angst, hurt, no happy endings (?)

A/n: A rather lengthy continuation to my previous fic, inspired by Celeste - Strange. Would recommend listening to the song whilst reading this to really get the feel of it ;)

Wc: 1,8k

P.s. Let me know if anyone wants to be added to the tag list! <3

Tag list: @lysa1201 @lysol1201

I tried for you.

What Leon said that night, the way he looked at her with complete utter disdain; mixed with a cacophony of heavy breathing and slurred speech of spiteful, venomous words spewed her way–safe to say, it was enough to turn that tiny little voice inside her head louder. Ten times louder than the conscience, the soft spot she’s always held for him.

That maybe everything she did for him was, in fact, all in vain. That it was a complete waste. She was wasting her precious, precious time and energy; her life, on a drunkard. An asshole of an alcoholic, once applauded for his bravery and prowess as an agent–akin to that of America’s very own zombie-killing, man-made Superman.

God, mama was right! I should’ve dumped him. What was I thinking?!

Were what had crossed her mind as she skipped down the stairs of his apartment’s fifth floor’s stairwell. She clung onto her bag and pride, more on her pride (what was left of it anyways) than her bag really, as she rummaged through the tote bag for her car keys. She had tears welling up in her eyes, her throat burning and constricting in a measly effort of holding herself together. From sobbing her poor heart out. From breaking down on the stairs and pitying herself.

Tried to see through all the smoke and dirt. It wouldn't move.

Everything else was a blur then. The drive back home. The whole thought process on deciding to finally and completely vanishing from his life. All that in a span of minutes. Most would criticize her for being too overboard with her impulsivity, for making a big deal out of nothing!

Oh spare me the theatrics! She could still hear Leon’s voice; nagging in the back of her mind, it would have been his reaction, if he had known of what she was about to do to him or saw an ounce more of her true reaction in response to his cruelty.

But as she drove through the traffic and streets of DC’s avenues, her heavy-with-tears eyes dropped to see his name popping up on her phone; his number texting and calling her numerous times–his picture flashing, showing off his stupid fucking cocky grin–it silenced the other voices that were doubting her decision. And suddenly what she was about to do was justified and she saw nothing wrong with it.

So when it turned red, she reached for her phone; looked at his number and picture one last time before she blocked it–blocked him, and shoved the phone back inside the bag.

The first night, she couldn’t cry at all. She tossed and turned in bed then eventually fell asleep. But the next few days? Oh they were torture. Hardly sleeping, hardly eating; the blunt of the impact finally hitting her head on. Her feelings, emotions and sound mind were colliding against one another. Everything was everywhere all at once. Anger, disappointment, hurt, sadness, grief and shame. Surging all at once then fading away just as quick into numbness and denial. Then she’d crash out again, and again, and again. Rinse and repeat.

So she did what Leon S Kennedy would’ve done. Drown herself in work, overtime after overtime. Back to back meetings, projects, RnDs. Anything to get her mind off of him and that night. One thing for sure though, she was done.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Before she knew it, she earned herself a promotion, alongside an offer to relocate somewhere else; she was given the liberty to pick the spot. To pick which branch of her office she would be relocating to.

Without doubt and further, deeper questioning; she said yes. Again, some would have considered her impulsivity a major flaw but to be fair, this was the opportunity she had been looking for. Especially after that night and after Leon.

Albeit the suffering and grief it brought upon her; that night brought her an epiphany. A revelation, that her whole life had revolved around him and him alone. She was never the center of her own universe, no–it had been Leon.

It was a mistake.

So now, with Leon gone and out of the picture; she had nothing to revolve around. There was nothing left for her here anyways…

She was never one for spirituality but it got her thinking– that the opportunity presented itself just in time. It was perfectly aligned with her, as if the universe had given her its blessings to move forward. Even without him.

As if it was a way for the universe to tell her.

He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun. You are.

So when it was all said and done, when everything’s packed into the back of a moving truck and she’d bid farewell to friends and colleagues; she moved. Out of DC and to Francisco.

And things were okay again. Late nights weren’t so heavy and she wasn’t so burdened with all-consuming thoughts of him. Mornings came by easier for her. She began liking the way coffee smelt, the way the flowers bloomed and the plants flourish, she began liking the taste of sourdough bread with runny eggs on top.

Casual dates were a thing for her now. Enjoying herself and her time as an individual rather than a thing attached to him.

And before she knew it, a year had passed.

Life was great. She was flourishing, bright and blooming.

The sun was high above, her locks cascaded like waters down her neck. She wore a white dress, the patterns were small flowers in the color of muted salem. She had the day off, needed to pick up on groceries and flowers for her vase in the living room and kitchen island. She’d grown to fall for flowers ever since she’d moved to Francisco.

As she was looking at the arrangement of fruits set before her, smiling at the older lady; she couldn’t help but to notice a man staring at her then approaching her.

Hey there.

So when her eyes found him, clad in blue instead of black; they widened for a second. Taking in the phantom of what once was the man she’d loved and devoted herself to.

They stood there, just…staring…

Then there was silence.

Say, isn't it strange? I am still me You are still you.

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So they sat there, across one another. This was their second meeting. In a cafe, her favorite. She’d suggested the place. They opted for the outdoor seating instead, feeling as though the walls around them were too overwhelming for her. Too suffocating, especially when she would be near him.

Her white shirt was slightly crumpled, tucked inside her blue denim jeans that clung to her perfectly. Her bag was set by her ankle, under the table.

She crossed one leg over the other, her eyes never leaving Leon’s. Who had his own ocean blue eyes on her.

Leon had begged her for this chance. Said he wanted to talk to her, needed to talk to her. And she gave him the same grace she would’ve wanted people to give him. Less of a second chance and more towards the urge for a proper closure, really.

Leon Scott Kennedy was never one to be curious. He’d learnt from his line of work that curiosity can and will kill the cat. And yet when it came to her, he was as curious as ever. So many things he wanted to say, to ask, to question, to find out, to know and last but never should be the least; to understand. Why did she disappear on him like that? Where has she been?Why San Francisco? How did she end up here? Is she with someone else? Is that why she was here now? Was she now a happily-married woman living the white picket fence dream?

But only one thing came out of his now slightly chapped-lips and dry mouth.

I am so sorry.

Back to our roots What did we lose? What did we lose?

He began, stammering as he leant forward across the table that barred him from feeling her warmth. From feeling her kindness, her love, her tenderness and the familiarity of her.

It’s in the past.

Her voice was…soft. But it lacked the love and gentleness she once held for him. Her eyes were distant…as if staring at a far away dream instead of him.

I shouldn’t have said what I said, I was an alcoholic and an asshole and I didn’t deserve you.

You really didn’t.

Then there was silence again. Leon’s breath caught as he heard her utter those simple words with such indifference it sent shivers down his spine.

There was no malice, no anger, no bitterness lacing her words yet all the same it wounded him so. In ways he never thought nor imagined possible.

Isn’t it strange? How people can change.

Give me one more chance, let me make things right.

His pleading was met with silence. Then there was a soft tapping noise against the table, Leon’s blue orbs flitted to her manicured nails for a second before coming back to her face. They were painted beige.

If I could, I’d pull your strings for one more dance.

I…I’ve changed. I’m not drinking anymore and I’ve been going to therapy and I’m not missing out on them anymore. I swear.

It was pitiful how he dragged on and on about how he was a changed man. But seeing she was not budging at all, made Leon’s stomach twist and turn.

I can’t.

Tell me what I need to do to make this work, to make things right.

She simply shook her head, a defeated and reserved smile graced her lips. God, those same lips Leon had missed so much. How he wished he hadn’t taken her for granted.

It’s for the best.

And with that, she gathered her bag and herself. She mustered up enough courage and willpower to heave herself up to her feet. Even outside with the wind breezing past them and the world still revolving around them, she felt just as suffocated and as still as ever. She refused to look him in the eyes, refused to study the way his face fell and his eyes glazed with tears.

I look at you, with nothing to say.

Leaning down for one last kiss, she placed a chaste and small peck on his cheek. Feeling the stubble caress her skin and mouth. She dared not bid him farewell, nor did he. Neither lovers dared to lift their faces to meet one another’s gaze, afraid it might shatter whatever defense they had left.

Isn’t it strange? How people can change From strangers to friends Friends into lovers

So she walked away, never looking back.

And strangers again.

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 4 months ago

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His Second Chance on Love

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: What Once Was by Her’s)

Everyone said bye to each other and went separate ways. You continued to walk down towards the train station, your hand holding the strap to your bag tightly that rested on your shoulder. You pulled your hair tie out of your hair and ruffled the back of your head.

“Just one more night,” you said to yourself. You squinted your eyes at the bright sun blinding your sight as you walked. Cars drove by and people were rushing to their jobs. You slowly walked to your destination.

It was a crowded morning, a little more crowded than usual. You stood up from your seat when an elderly woman entered the train. You held on to the handle to keep balance and watched the speeding window view until the train stopped. When more people left, more entered inside. You yawned and closed your eyes.

But a sudden call of your name made your eyes snap open. You looked around but didn’t notice anyone you knew. But when you heard the voice again, your heart dropped and you looked in front of you.

“K-Kento…” you whispered quietly. Nanami gave you a soft smile. He wore a beige suit, blue button up, with an orange-black spotted tie. His hair was parted and pushed back. You don’t think he even changed one bit. Even when three years passed, he appeared the same.

Even with all the people inside, you can feel tension in the air. You wondered if it was from you or maybe from him. Your heart sped and your hands trembled. You couldn’t find your voice and just looked at him.

“Do-Do you have time?” he asked softly. It brought you back to reality. You gave him a cold glare. The train stopped and you let go of the handle.

“No,” you said and quickly left the train, bumping his shoulder.

Nanami shook his head and immediately turned around and left. He paused and watched you quickly walking away. Before the crowd of people could block you away, he followed you until the two of you were outside.

“Wait!” Nanami yelled and held you by the shoulder to stop you. He turned you around and was shocked when you gave him the coldest look.

“Nanami-san,” you said, his last name feeling so foreign escaping your lips. Both of you winced slightly at the sound of his name. “Just leave.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re three years too late.”

“I know.” You turned around again, but Nanami held your wrist. You couldn’t pull away with his strong grip. You struggled, but he refused to let you go. “Hear me out, please.”

“God! Kento just leave me alone! You’ve been doing it for a while and now you want me to stay and listen to you?!” Nanami sighed. He knew that you were right.

“If I let you go, I won’t see you again,” he said. “I won’t ever get the chance.” Your vision blurred with tears but you refused to let them fall as you shook your head and harshly pulled away from him.

“No, those are excuses,” you said.

Nanami watched frowned and shamefully looked away from you. He was about to make you cry. He broke your heart. And he knew you were right.

“Please. Five minutes.”

“I can’t. I have to work tonight.”

“I—“ Nanami sighed and nodded. “Then, if you ever change your mind, I’ll wait at our frequent cafe. Sweet dreams, love bug.”

He turned around and left. You stared at him with wide eyes. You let your tears fall silently as he walked away. Memories of the pain he caused you made you shake your head and turn back around to go back home to sleep.

But you couldn’t. You tossed and turned in bed. Nanami ran through your mind. You would mutter out curses every now and then.

“Kento! Are you coming home?” you asked excitedly on the phone. It was a Friday, and he usually comes home early or on time on a Friday.

“I can’t tonight,” he said tiredly. Nanami rubbed his tired eyes.

“Okay, Kento,” you replied. You frowned. It’s been a consecutive three months. He’s been working a bunch of overtime. When you needed him, he wasn’t there. On your nights off, you often fell asleep before he came home.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “This project I’m doing might just be it for the promotion.”

Like every project.

You thought bitterly. You sighed on the other line. You stared at the calendar in your kitchen. You looked at the oven and stove where you were making dinner.

“I’ll leave dinner in the fridge for you. Goodnight, Kento.”

“Goodnight, love bug.”

Another shift over. You tiredly walked to the train station. But you stopped. You looked up and saw the cafe that you and Nanami would often go to. Amazing coffee, amazing pastries, and amazing sandwiches.

I’ll wait at our frequent cafe…

You stood there still. You debated if you should go in or not. Memories flooded again. Three years of happy and sad memories.

“It’s been almost a year, Kento!” you yelled.

“And I’m trying to make sure we can be secure in the future!”

“What future?! A future where I’m constantly waiting for my future husband to come home from work? Where I sit at home and wait? We’ve been dating since college, Kento. I don’t even know if you still love me right now,” you said with tears streaming down your face. “Did you know that you missed my birthday, your birthday, our anniversary? You left me alone on holidays!”

“For our future!” he yelled. You jumped back. He’s never raised his voice at you before. It made you cry more and Nanami remained silent. Quickly, you wiped them away.

“I don’t want this kind of future with you, Kento.” You saw the distraught look on his face but he immediately looked relaxed when he looked at you.

“I-I can’t stop you, love bug.”

You shook your head and held your bag tighter. You walked by and couldn’t help but take a peek inside through the windows. Inside, at the corner, Nanami was drinking his coffee. He was on his laptop, assuming he was busy working. You looked at him closely. Soft, fine lines were apparent on his face. His eyes were tired, his back tempted to slump in relaxation.

“Five minutes,” you mumbled and hesitantly walked inside.

Nanami noticed you pause. He kept his eyes on his computer, praying that you would stop inside. If not, he knew that he would try again and again and again. His leg started shaking with nerves. All he could do was hope.

“Five minutes.” His heart sped up with anticipation. You walked towards him tiredly. Your hair still in a messy bun, your scrubs wrinkled and half untucked. “You I said five minutes. Start.”

He mentally cursed at himself as he was lost for words. Nanami cleared his throat.

“Take a seat first,” he said. He stood up immediately and pulled a chair out for you. Silently, you sat down. “Do you want tea?” You shook your head. Nanami nodded.

“I was wrong,” he said. “You were right. I’m a man with excuses. I prioritized work when I should’ve prioritized not just you nor myself. But I should’ve prioritized us. And when I came home and everything was gone, realization hit me. That I love the woman that I had only love and care for is now gone from my life. That I hurt you and made you cry so much because I was ignorant and selfish.” You were silent. You looked at the time and back at him.

“One minute.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, love bug. I just want you to know that I still love you and that I miss you. And I’ll do anything and everything to make it up to you. If you tell me to quit my job, I’ll quit. You want me to stay home, I’ll stay home. You need me, I’ll be there in a heartbeat. And—“

“Time’s up, Kento,” you said, but you didn’t stand up like Nanami expected you to. He frowned. You weren’t the cheerful woman he grew to know. But either way, he still loves you.

But you sat there silently. Your hands laid on your lap and you felt them shake. You held in the tears that wanted to spill out, but you made sure that it didn’t happen. You made sure to show Nanami that you were strong. That you didn’t need him. You don’t. You didn’t want to need him.

“A-Are you alright?” he asked softly and slowly. You shook your head. “Let me bring you home.”

“No.”

“Sweetheart—“

“I don’t need your help, Kento,” you said. The words leaving your lips broke both of your hearts. “I didn’t need you for the past three years.” You looked at the clock. You needed to get home. You looked at him with sad eyes and stood up. “Goodbye, Kento.”

You left the cafe at that. You let your tears flow. You replayed everything that he said. You wished he realized it before. You wished it never ended.

“Wait!” You felt your arm get pulled back. You were turned around and you see Nanami look at you with wide eyes. “Don’t leave.” He hated seeing the tears he caused. He held himself back from wiping them away.

“Kento please—“

“One chance,” he said. “Give me a chance to make it up to you.” You pulled your arm away and immediately walked away. Nanami sighed, watching your figure disappear in the crowd.

A few days passed. You dragged yourself back to work. You tiredly greeted your coworkers before clocking in. You suddenly heard your co-worker call your name. You turned around and looked at her.

“Someone delivered these flowers for you. And the past few days when you were off, you got cards and chocolates.” Your eyes widened. Your co-worker gave you a sly smile. “Secret admire? Who is it? Someone from here for sure.” You blushed.

“I-I don’t know,” you replied shyly as you held the bouquet. Sunflowers, roses, and lilies. Your favorite. Your coworker brought the rest of your gifts. You picked up a card. Your heart stopped.

Love bug,

I won’t give up.

Kento.

But you couldn’t let him distract you. You put the gifts aside and looked at the computer, reading on your assigned patient before getting report from the nurse.

13 hours. Your shift was long, you were still sitting by the computer after you gave report to the nurse.

“We’re just maintaining his vitals,” you said. “I’ve been titrating his meds. The epinephrine is slowly going down and they’re doing well on a lower dose.”

“Okay,” the nurse said. “You’re back in the morning?” You nodded and logged out of the computer. The nurse looked at the desk you were nearby. “New boyfriend?” You shook your head. Her smile widened. “Secret admirer? Is it the attending?” You blushed.

“N-No,” you said. You will admit, the attending is handsome. But you found it hard to have new feelings for anyone else.

“Well, get home safe and get your rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You nodded and gathered everything before going to the locker room to get your things.

You sat on the bench and stared at the flowers and the cards. All the cards noted that Nanami didn’t want to give you up, how much he loves you, and how sorry he is. You took a deep breath before leaving. Mentally, you cursed. You didn’t realize that it was going to rain. You stood by the front, sheltering yourself, and grabbed your phone. You were about to get a ride, but you felt something go over you. You looked up and followed the arm holding the umbrella.

“Kento…”

“I’ll take you home,” he said. “My car’s up front.” You were tired, so you nodded. “Give me your flowers, I’ll hold it.” He took the gifts and kept the umbrella over you, letting raindrops wet his shoulders and upper back. He opened the door and you entered inside. You took the gifts from his arms and placed them on your lap while he walked over to the driver’s seat. And quietly, he drove off while you gave him directions to your apartment.

“Thank you,” you said.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re not working?”

“No, I took the day off,” he said. You nodded. Nanami glanced at your tired expression. He frowned. You were more tired than usual. “Do you work often?” You nodded. “A-Are you working tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll drive you. You’ll have more time to sleep and get ready.”

“Thank you for the offer.”

Nanami parked in front of a nice apartment building. He was relieved that you weren’t anywhere that would concern him. He quickly got out of the car while you gathered your things. You heard him open your door and saw the umbrella over so you wouldn’t get wet. You couldn’t help but blush. The things Nanami had always done for you before.

“You don’t need to walk with me inside. Thank you, Kento,” you said tiredly. You watched him give you a small smile and nod.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart,” he said softly. You watched him walk back to the car. But he didn’t leave. He sat there and watched you, waiting for you to safely go inside the building before he left. So you did. And reluctantly, he drove away

Nanami would wake up early everyday for the past month. He wanted to make sure he made it to the cafe by the time your shift ended. He wanted to make sure that you were okay. And maybe you would see him and stop by. But his heart dropped when he saw you walking side by side with another man in scrubs.

His eyes remained on you. You were nodding while he spoke. A soft smile appeared on your lips. And your eyes moved towards the window. You stopped walking, both of your gazes locked on each other. He watched you turn away and look at the man with a smile. He continued to walk ahead, but you stayed for a moment longer before walking away. Nanami grabbed his things and ran after you.

“Who was that?” he asked when he held your wrist. You stared at him flatly.

“Why is it your business?” you asked. “We’re not together.” Nanami kept his eyes on you, his grip slightly tightening. “Let go of me, Kento.”

“I can’t. Especially not knowing if you two are going to—“

“He’s just a friend,” you answered softly. You averted your gaze. “He wanted tips. He likes another friend of mine.” Nanami hesitantly let you go, feeling embarrassed for letting his jealousy get in the way. “No reason for you to get jealous.” Nanami blushed.

“I-I mean…we’re single. You’re beautiful and sweet. Who wouldn’t want to be with you,” Nanami said. You shrugged and looked at him.

“You.” It was sudden when your tears fell from your eyes. Your eyes widened and you quickly wiped them away. “S-Sorry…” You felt his hands wrap around your wrists and gently pulled them away from your face.

“Don’t be,” he said. Slowly, his hands moved up to your face and used his thumbs to wipe your tears away. “Please? Just one chance, sweetheart.”

“Kento…”

“Take your time to think about it then,” he said. “I don’t want to push you away again. Can I at least take you home again?” Slowly, you nodded. Nanami softly smiled and held your hand, leading you to his car.

The drive was silent. This time, Nanami remembered where to go. You sat there with your head leaning against the wall, your eyes staring up at the sky.

“It’s scary,” you said once Nanami parked by your building. “It’s hard to have feelings for anyone else. And I kind of hate you for that.”

“I can’t either nor did I want to.” You and Nanami slowly looked at each other. “I got to my goal and it meant nothing because you weren’t around to share it with. Life with you isn’t life at all.” You cleared your throat and straightened your back.

“All I ask is for you to prove it,” you said. “In any way that you can. Prove that you changed.” Nanami smiled and nodded.

“Then, I’ll walk you back.”

Nanami picked you up to and from work every shift. And every now and then, he took advantage of knowing your address to stop by and bring or deliver you food. You let him take you out to eat every now and then. And you would call him to ask to go shopping with you. You receive good morning and good night texts. He always asked how work is and after your busy nights, you received foot rubs and back massages.

“You look so happy girl!” You looked up from your computer and chuckled to see your co-worker friend.

“You do too, Shoko-chan! Are you and Haibara-san official yet?” you asked curiously. Shoko blushed and nodded.

“Two days ago. I was just about to tell you.” Shoko leaned in closer to your face and smiled. “So, who is he? Do I know him?” You slowly nodded, nervous to tell her. You remembered the profanities and anger Shoko showed from your break up with Nanami.

“K-Kento,” you answered. “He-He changed.” Shoko raised an eyebrow, her frown prominent on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“At first, I didn’t want to give him a chance,” you said as you typed your notes. “But he never stopped. So I decided to give him a chance. We’re not official or anything but—“

“Are you sure? I don’t want him to hurt you again.” She watched you struggle through work. She saw the tiredness in your eyes and the weight that you lost. You looked so lifeless. Your red and teary eyes before coming into work. The lability you had in your mood that appeared now and then.

“I’m sure.” Shoko gave you a small smile.

“Then, I’m here to support you. And if he hurts you again, I’ll be here to cut his dick off.” You laughed and nodded.

“That’s harsh, but I do deserve it if I do hurt her.” Both of your eyes widened. The two of you turned around and Nanami stood there with his beige suit and flowers in hand. “For you, sweetheart.” You blushed and slowly accepted the flowers in your hands.

“T-Thank you, Kento. How did you even—“

“I have my ways.” His smile was sly yet sincere. You couldn’t help but blush. “However, I know I shouldn’t stay for long. I’ll be on my way. I’ll see you later, love bug.” He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he quickly turned away and walked away. You stared at him until his figure disappeared the large double doors.

You looked at the bouquet and caught the note inside. You opened the small card and giggle.

Love bug,

I’ll be here in the morning. I have a surprise for you.

Love,

Kento

“Oh! Surprise?” You nodded. “Any important dates?” You shook your head.

You sat in his car, in a dress similar that you first wore on your first date with him in college. You couldn’t stop giggling. You were excited. It has been a while since Nanami did anything like this.

“What are you laughing about?” Nanami asked as he let out a few laughs with you.

“I’m just excited,” you answered happily. “It’s been a while. You used to surprise me.”

“I did,” he replied softly and moved a hand to hold yours. He laced his fingers with yours and held your hand tightly. “I’m sorry.” You swallowed the large lump in your throat. Memories of lonely nights when Nanami worked overtime. Memories of Nanami promising a date but never coming home.

“Kento? Have…Have you ever…” You started to feel guilty for asking. Nanami took a glance at you. He watched your lips quiver. With his thumb, he gently caressed the top of your hand.

“I promise that I remained at work. Butt to a chair, eyes planted on my computer,” he answered. “I never once had someone else other than you.” You nodded, holding in the tears that formed. “I’m sorry I made you think that.” You only nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder as he drove.

You were asleep when Nanami parked his car. He softly smiled, his eyes never leaving your sleeping figure. With his free hand, he softly caressed your cheek and then kissed the top of your head. You stirred a bit before you slowly your eyes. You slowly sat up and rubbed your tired eyes. You squinted from the bright sun and looked around.

“Where are we? Did you drive us to the beach?” you asked. Nanami nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt. He left the car to go around it and open your side. You smiled and took his hand as you stepped out of the car. Nanami held your hand tightly and lead you to the destination.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I know you don’t normally eat after your shift.”

“Mmmmm I can make room for my tummy,” you answered as you rubbed your stomach. Nanami chuckled. The closer you two got, you noticed something from afar. And when you got closer, you see a small picnic set up in front of you. There was a large bouquet of flowers, soft music playing in the background, and a white basket.

“It’s like our first date,” he said. You nodded. “Come on.” He gave you a small blanket for you in case you got cold. You covered your legs and took the plate that Nanami set up for you. You giggled. A nice breakfast sandwich with a hash brown.

“My favorite. Do you have orange juice?”

“Even better.” He pulled out a champagne bottle and popped it open. “Mimosas.”

“Nanami Kento, you genius.” Nanami laughed lightly and made you glass before serving himself. After eating the two of you cleared up the mat and lied down. He laid on his back, his arm around your shoulders while you lied on your side, your hand resting on his chest. “This is a beautiful surprise. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart,” he said softly and kissed your forehead. You can feel his heart speed up from your hand. You smiled widely. You slightly pushed yourself up with your elbow and placed your hand on his cheek. You can see the adoration and love that he has in his eyes when he looked at you. And he can see the same from you. You felt tears slowly blur your vision.

“You hurt me so much before,” you said. “And even when we weren’t together, I couldn’t stop loving you. I only got used to not having you around. I couldn’t help but think what I did wrong or if I’m lacking anything. The worst nights are when I think you are cheating because another woman has stolen your heart.” Nanami sat up and you did the same. He pulled you in closer to him so you would sit on his lap.

“And I was wrong for making you think such things,” he said. “You were the one I wanted to go to first with bad or good news. I stare at my empty bed every time I woke up and go to sleep. I wonder if you were doing okay. If you were safe, sleeping, and eating. If you were doing things that made you happy. I worked 24/7 to distract myself when you left.”

“Was that even possible?” Nanami just chuckled and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Apparently,” he answered. “I love you so much, sweetheart. For the rest of my life, I will love you and show how much you deserve and are worth. I’ll do anything you ask and give everything you want.” You smiled.

“Then I want you to kiss me and tell me how much you love me. And then I want you take me back,” you said. Nanami’s smile widened. You turned around and the two of you softly laughed. Nanami cupped your face and softly kissed you. Your arms were wrapped around his neck. When Nanami pulled away, his forehead rested on yours. “I love you so much. I can’t take back from what I did to you before but I won’t do it again. You can upright leave because you don’t deserve someone that doesn’t prioritize you and show their love to you. But, I won’t let it happen. I’m going to love you every second of everyday. We’ll get married and live a happy life like we always planned to. As long as you let me take you back, you are mine. Forever and ever.” Nanami let out a chuckle as he wiped your tears away. You nodded in response, not able to find your voice at that moment.

“I love you too, Kento,” you said. “You’re mine.” Nanami kissed you again before the two of you lied down on the mat again. The two of you listened to the crashing waves and the sounds of the birds. He held you tightly in his arms before the two of you packed up and he drove you home for you to rest and for him to stay, waiting for you.

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dorarakei · 1 year ago

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i will be home (nanami x reader)

cw: major shibuya arc / jjk s2 spoilers. fluff-angst. at some point reader becomes depressed and delusional. implied death. my first time writing, i hope you can enjoy it^^

pairing: nanami kento x reader

i recommend to listen to this playlist while reading:

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whenever nanami has to go for a mission, especially the long ones, he never forgets to leave his watch- the classic tag heuer carrera -on your vanity.

at first, he didn’t really understand why you insisted for him to do so. as the matter of fact, he found it rather.. peculiar, that you want to have a hold on his watch whenever he has a mission.

he just knows that it’s something that you really want him to do, and since you want it so much, nanami believes that there must’ve been a strong reason on why you want him to do it, even though you didn’t tell him why.

besides, the little gesture seemed to help you a lot with your uneasiness when he’s needed whether at the school or at any other places to exorcise curses which… overtime, have grown even more frequent and dangerous.

as long as it makes you happy, nanami is more than willing to do it.

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it was already so late (it’s 3 AM something, actually) when nanami finally came home after an arduous mission that lasted for some days… honestly, at this point, he has lost track of the time he spent for the mission. four days? …a week?

he quietly discards his tie and cream suit which had specks of curses' blood.. some of it, undoubtedly, also came from his injuries.

soon nanami found himself tiptoe-ing to the bedroom which he shares with you. for some reason, he’s feeling this… some sort of anticipation.

a funny, fuzzy feeling, if one may say. to finally be back to his home… a home he shares with his beloved. to finally be able to completely rest in his bedroom.. which he shares, too, with his beloved. to finally be able to hold you close, to nuzzle into your neck, to smell the familiar scent of yours (which is completely preferable rather than smelling the foul stench of curses), to rake his fingers on the strands of your hair… and just… just to feel you, warm and breathing.

nanami opens the door slowly, afraid of causing a creek or any other unwanted sounds that will disturb his beloved from her peaceful sleep. he takes a peek before entering the room… and there you are, all bundled in this little cocoon of your blanket. just with the sight of his beloved, being safe and sound, is enough for nanami to relax his tense shoulders and let out a soft sigh of contentment.

after a moment, nanami makes his way again to be near you. not only did he see you, with your mouth slightly agape letting out some soft snores. but he saw it, too. his watch, glistening under the lamp light. no longer placed on her vanity… but now, on the nightstand right next to you. some soft tick tick ticks can be heard filling in the silence of the room.

nanami might think that he’s being sneaky enough to not wake you up. well, he is. but after some years of you waiting for him to come home from his missions until you fell asleep which causes nanami to either wake you up delicately or to carry you back to the bed, you have developed some sort of… otherworldly sense which allows you to feel if he is getting close to you in your sleep.

and so you slowly stirs from your slumber. you know it's nanami- it's absolutely him. you knew it already just by listening to the soft shuffles of his feet on the wood floor, or even from the familiar smell of him.. which got mixed with that particular metallic smell of blood.

seeing you waking up at such a late hour because of him, nanami can’t help but to feel slightly guilty. he quickly cradles you and shushes you quietly- a series of i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i will be so late and i’m fine, sweetheart, don’t worry along with some i love yous coming from him- his lips didn’t stop showering your face with soft kisses.

you give him a tight, desperate embrace in return, as you snuggle yourself to his chest. you feel your eyes start to tear up and nanami’s constant reassurances are making those crystal beads fall down.. your breath becomes somewhat erratic, all you do now is to cling onto him. you desperately grab some parts of his body just to feel that it is him- he’s here, sitting on the bed, cradling you. he’s alive- you can feel his heartbeat you were so worried so sure that something had maybe gone wrong with him-

and yet his reassurances, too, are the ones who give your racing mind some comfort and a sense of security- nanami might be gone for a while with no news whatsoever but you know he will always come back to your arms alive and well, that’s for sure. right now is the proof of it, isn’t it?

slowly, but surely, your breathing started to calm down, though your tears are still dampening his shirt. you can feel his breath and heartbeat getting slower, too… as you feel nanami's warm hands stroking your head and your back, his lips giving you never-ending kisses on your face. you both stayed in the embrace… accompanied by the sound of soft tick tick ticks from nanami’s watch, still sitting on the nightstand.

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weeks has passed since nanami stepped out of your home for something that he calls an urgent mission. you remember the day of his departure very well: nanami looks unusually.. troubled.

well, he usually does become restless when there's something in his mind, especially when it's related to curses. but on that day, 31st august, you remember, his demeanor feels... just different than usual.

even when nanami isn't looking and texting on his phone- which you're sure that's how he coordinates things with his colleagues for the newest mission that you had know idea what it is about- the furrows on his eyebrows and tension on his face remains visible throughout the day. you can't help but to ask him about it.

as usual, nanami just brushed it aside, telling you gently to not worry about it. but you know better than that- along with his knitted eyebrows you realized that even his gaze looks different. there's a tinge of… nervousness? … or even fear? you don't dare to question it…

… and so you didn’t. you know how nanami tends to be reluctant to share details of his daily missions to you. that's okay, you tell yourself. it's just one of his ways of protecting you, to care for you, to love you.

just before nanami stepped out of the door to do his mission, after he embraced you and kissed your lips for (hopefully not) the last time as a goodbye, you returned his affection by kissing his forehead.. right between his eyebrows, hoping to ease him even just a little.

it worked, just as what you hoped. his furrows slightly easens after your soft lips gave it a peck.. and for a second, his eyes widens a bit before turning back to his usual loving, adoring one staring right into yours.

after a moment, he takes off his watch- just like he usually does before his other missions - places it on your palm, and interlocks his fingers with yours.

"i will be home." nanami whispers it quietly, as if it's meant to be only heard by the both of you. you look intently at him, taking in every detail of his face- all the contours, the wrinkles, the corner of his thin lips, everything…

you nod to him, being pliant as ever when it comes to his missions.. but you know that deep down you don’t want him to go. you never want him to.

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you lost track of the time again. you don’t know how long you have been sleeping; but you know it’s long enough that you got a headache upon waking up…

you rub your eyes- trying to wake yourself up- your throat has been so dry, a glass of water would very much be appreciated… ah, is that tears… on your lashes? now that you think of it, your cheeks have been feeling rather sticky and damp… you can certainly feel your face has, for no reason, puffed up too.

wait.. have you been crying again?

well, why wouldn’t you? a few days ago, several people came to your home, claiming that nanami met his end during his mission. a heroic death, one of them said. nanami holds his principles high even until his very last breath- he’s so badly injured yet he didn’t waver, he knows he has to protect the students and everybody else, even though his body was literally-

no. no. you don’t even want to remember what has happened to him… what they have said to you is truly grotesque and insensitive, you think. you refuse to believe in it- even had a hunch that it wasn’t true. he probably just accidentally separated from the group due to how chaotic the mission is and hasn’t been able to contact them. that must’ve been it… yes, yes, he’s still alive- they just can’t find him yet.

you let out a long sigh… all of this thinking made your headache feel even worse… forget about getting a glass of water. it’d be easier for you to just sleep your dry throat away… soon, you won’t even remember that you have such discomfort in the first place.

the soft tick tick ticks of nanami’s watch has been your only companion during these weeks of his absence. it has become your daily reminder of the day when he came back after days of no contact nor any news… his promises and reassurances, too. all of it becomes the only strength of you when you start to grow anxious about him.

…you know he’s always there with you, and you know well that he will always come back to you.

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