#and probably fast food for dinner on the drive home

[tootiecakes234]

Busy

NSFW(MDNI) ; Character Aged Up

Kinda fluffy, kinda smutty...

It was Saturday afternoon and you were on the couch all comfy. You had cleaned and cooked dinner. Now you were impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to get home.

The two of you have been dating for 2 and a half years now and living together for 6 months. You decided to take that step because you wanted more time together. Between your job and Katsuki's as a pro hero, you guys were always trying to find time for each other. Moving in had made this a lot better, but this past month has really been hell.

Kat left for a week on a mission out of the country, and a day after after he got back, you had to leave for a business trip for a few days. As soon as you thought the worst was over, there was attack after attack from the League of Villains. He was getting called in to work even on his days off.

The time apart was driving the both of you a little crazy. Your mood has been down and you haven't wanted to do much besides stay at home and sulk. You knew Katsuki was getting to a breaking point because you were hearing more complaints about him than usual.

He'd never admit it, but you are a big factor in him keeping his attitude in check. You had a very calming affect on him, so when he goes too long without real time with you, he reverts back to his asshole tendencies.

You are completely caught up in your show, when you hear the front door slam shut.

“Katsuki, why are slamming the door?” All you hear is him in the walkway tugging off his boots and grumbling to himself.

You get up and walk over to where is and all the frustration on his face starts to melt as soon as his eyes land on you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you walk over to him and slide your hands into his sweaty hair. “You stink ‘suki”

“Wow thanks. I just worked an 8 hour shift kicking ass all day” he rolls his eyes, “sorry hard work doesn’t smell good.

Even though you complain you don’t move away from him. You feel like you haven’t seen him more than an hour at a time recently.

“You should shower and then come out and eat. I made your favorite for dinner.”

“Yeah, I smelled it outside the door and my mouth was watering. I didn’t have time to eat lunch today.” He says a little hesitantly because you’ve chewed him out more than once over skipping meals when he puts his body through so much.

And you probably would have again, if you didn’t see the exhaustion in his face.

“Then do you wanna eat first, then shower. I don’t want you to pass out in there.”

“If you shower with me you can keep watch. Make sure I make it out alive.” He says as sweetly as he can muster right now.

And you do shower with him. You end up washing his hair for him and giving his shoulders a little massage that almost puts him to sleep standing up.

After that you get dressed and go dinner plated for the both of you. While you’re in the kitchen Katsuki hangs off of you like a backpack everywhere you go refusing to let you go.

You have 0 complaints to offer because you’re both touch starved by this point.

You end up eating thigh to thigh in the living room on the floor with some trashy show on. Katsuki inhaling his food in 3 bites and then nodding off while you attempt to finish yours as fast as you can before you completely lose him.

You get up and take the plates to the kitchen and Katsuki is standing at the bedroom door waiting on you.

“Baby, I’m not really sleepy yet. If you want to lay down, I’ll come in a little later.”

“We’re not going to sleep yet. I haven’t held you,awake anyways, or been inside you in almost 2 weeks.” He comes over and starts pulling into the bedroom. “I have a plan. First, I’m gonna make you cum… on my mouth. Then I’m gonna make both of us cum with me inside you.” By this point, you can already feel the wetness starting to pool inside your undies.

“And then, depending on how much energy I have left, I might repeat steps number one and two” this makes you giggle a little and his eyes are twinkling and mischievous. More bright and alive than you’ve seen them since he got home.

“By then, I promise, you’ll be so exhausted all you’ll wanna do is cuddle with me until we pass out.”

“You’re really cocky for someone that was just falling asleep. You probably won’t even have enough energy to complete step one”

By then he has you right on the edge of the bed. He pushes you so you fall back against the mattress with light “uumph”

You look up at him standing there all shirtless and sweatpants hanging low, and the hard outline in those sweatpants.

You think to yourself He might not have to touch to complete step one.

“Y/N the world would have to fuckin spontaneously combust to make me deviate from this plan.” He says as he crawls over you on the bed. “Now, you can either slide these fucking shorts off or I can tear them off you. Your choice.

*little did you know that Katsuki turned off both of your phones while you were in the kitchen and his work phone. He was being literal when he said nothing was getting in the way of this… not tonight. You he would MAKE time for.

Katsuki Bakugo Masterlist

*ummmm this was long but I’m trying to find my groove so…. Thanks for baring with me🤭

[katsu28]

slow down, be here

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: after a long, frustrating day of training, a night in with you is just what lando needs to leave it all in his rearview mirror (2.4k)

warnings: teensy but of swearing, reader is in university but major is unspecified, lando being a certified menace

a/n: i was gonna post this sometime next week but the lando girlies (aka me) need some comfort after today's shitshow. may or may not have been entirely inspired by that video of lando in the white singlet. that look (however fleeting) did things to me okay

You’re sitting at the kitchen counter when you hear Lando’s key in the door, one leg drawn up towards your chest, the other swinging aimlessly as you revise your notes last minute. 

Well, more specifically, when you hear him drop his keys on the floor in search of the correct one right before he inserts it into the lock. You’ve loved him and lived with him long enough to know it’s something he does everyday without fail. Whether it’s because he’s got clumsy hands or he’s Pavloved himself into dropping them at the same spot, you don’t think too much about it. The key drop signals that Lando is home. 

What also signals that he’s home is the way he lets out the strangest sound you’ve ever heard as he lets the door swing shut behind him after he’s let himself in—something between a sigh and a whine mixed with a guttural groan. 

“In here!” You call, taking the cap of your pen out from between your teeth. It only takes a few seconds until Lando emerges from the hallway, socked feet dragging himself towards where you’re sitting with a soft smile aimed at his rumpled state. “Hi, love.” 

He plops down on the stool next to you unceremoniously, hooking his foot under the bar of yours to tug you as close as possible to him on instinct. His chin finds the dip between your neck and shoulder to nestle into, and the deflating sigh he lets out once he’s situated himself to his liking sends a shiver through you. “Hi.” He mumbles, voice muffled. 

“Heard you’ve had quite a day.” You stroke a hand over his curls, smoothing them away from his forehead gently. Oscar had shot you a heads up text a little bit before Lando had arrived, saying that Lando might seem a bit put out when he got home. Something about a handful of tests not going the way they wanted, strategies not working out the way they planned. It sounds like enough to drive anyone crazy, but Lando is the type of person to take things especially hard. 

Lando lets out a vague sound of acknowledgement. You can tell he’s exhausted and frustrated, and you know exactly what he needs to wind down after days like these. “I’ll order takeaway for dinner. You go shower. It’ll probably be here by the time you finish up.” 

He gives a more content sigh this time, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. The tips of his hair tickle your cheek as he does so. “You’re a gem, darling.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know.” You tease, pushing him away playfully. He’s smiling big at you when you meet his gaze, something beyond fondness behind his eyes despite the tiredness as he does. “What?” 

“I love you.” 

“Love you too, stinky. Now go. Wash up before I make an executive decision and order sushi.” 

That gets your boyfriend scrambling to his feet fast, aiming a horrified look your way as he books it down the hallway. “You monster!” 

You chuckle quietly, busying yourself with finding Lando’s favorite Italian spot on your delivery app. Soon enough, the food is ordered and all you have to do now is wait.  

Lando reemerges from the bedroom just as you pull open the front door to grab the food from the delivery person. He figures you’ve got it handled by the way you’re chatting nicely with them, so he busies himself with drinks. 

There’s a bottle on top of the fridge that looks vaguely fancy, and though Lando doesn’t know much about wine, Charles had gifted him the bottle a while ago for his birthday. He trusts Charles’ taste. 

He does his best to sound out the French on the label and shrugs, snagging two wine glasses to go along with it. By the time he finishes pouring a generous amount in each glass, you’ve just closed the door, joining him in the kitchen with a massive bag of food. His brows fly into his hairline at the sight. 

You twist your lips to the side in thought, wrinkling your nose as you study the bulging paper bag. “I might’ve ordered too much.” 

“Good thing I always rise to the occasion.” 

You glance up at him, setting it down on the counter in favor of sidling over to where he is, not even fighting the smitten grin stretching your lips as you maneuver yourself between him and the marble. 

His curls are damp, messily towel ruffled and starting to frizz as they air dry. He already looks more at ease, comfier than ever in a pair of loose black sweatpants and a white singlet. You make a mental note to remind him to wear white more. It makes his tan skin glow, and it makes you not want to take your eyes off him. 

Your fingers skate along the exposed skin of his chest, stopping once to push into those dimples in his cheeks that you love so much before moving up to link around the back of his neck. His hands find their way to your waist at the same time, sliding coyly under the hem of your shirt to rest on your bare skin. 

In one fell swoop, you’re up on the counter, Lando nudging his way between your knees. He kisses you languidly, like he has all the time in the world to explore your mouth; long, slow kisses mixed in with brief pecks until you’re all but melting against him. He’s familiar and solid under your touch, all flexing muscle and warm skin as your hands run along his arms. 

After a while, Lando’s focus shifts to trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. On instinct, you tilt your head to give him more space to work and he takes it gladly, focusing on that one spot just below your ear that he knows for a fact works on you every time. 

You sigh appreciatively at the pressure of his lips against your skin, the way his teeth nip at that sweet spot but his tongue sneaks out to soothe the sting just as quick. 

Your fingers dig into his biceps as he continues his venture, but when he starts kissing along your shoulder, you squeeze a little harder. As much as you want to continue this, you remember you’ve got food waiting for both of you. He stops immediately, perfect lips pouted, eyes wide when he comes back up to gauge your reaction. 

“Eat first, kiss later.” You explain, peeling him off you (albeit a bit reluctantly) before hopping off the countertop. He whines something unintelligible as you unload the food, but as soon as you push a container of his favorite pasta towards him, he seems to forget his disappointment. 

The silence as you eat is comfortable, both of you seemingly more hungry than you thought you were as the food and wine begin to disappear. All the while, the space between the two of you grows smaller and smaller, until your elbows start to bump each other with each bite you take. 

You’ve mastered the art of enjoying each other’s company without having to say a word. 

“Were you revising earlier? When I came home?” He asks after a while, jabbing his fork in the direction of your notes. A few strands of pasta splatter onto the counter with the action and you tsk, nudging him with your foot. The last thing you want is sauce all over your papers. 

“Yeah, I was. Just some final practicing, see if anything needs tweaking before I have to present my thesis.” 

“I’m sure it’s perfect. You’ve been working on it for ages.” 

You spear a chunk of tomato with your fork, dragging it around in the sauce aimlessly. “I dunno. Everything is there, but it still feels like something’s missing.” 

“Present it to me.” 

“What?” 

“Pretend I’m the university board, or whatever, and present it to me. Maybe you’ll figure out what’s missing if you act like it’s the real thing.” 

“Really? You’d do that for me?” 

Lando scoffs, looking offended. “Baby, I’d do anything for you. Go on, do your little scholar thing for me. I’ll be the best fake board you’ve ever seen.” You gnaw on your lip, unsure. The idea seems silly, but it’ll probably work. “C’mon, bub. You’ve got a genius brain up there in that pretty head of yours, let me see it in action.” 

“Okay. Okay, fine, but you can’t be mean! You have to be nice, ‘cause I’m already freaking the fuck out about having to present next week and I don’t think I can deal with—” 

“First of all, I’m never mean to you. Second of all, get the fuck up there before I take my offer back.” 

You stick your tongue out at Lando whilst you grab your papers at the other end of the counter, feigning swatting him with them as he bounces his way over to the couch. He settles in right smack dab on the middle cushion, grabbing a pillow to hug while you do a quick once over of everything. Then you’re ready. 

You stumble through your introduction a little bit, but the words start flowing a few sentences into the body of your research—days, weeks, months of work having burned them straight into your brain. The longer you talk, the more comfortable you become, which gives you the confidence to set aside your notes for once. Part of you feels like you’re about to clam up and forget everything any second now, but you don’t. You forge on like you were born to. 

All that comes to a halt when you hasten a glance over at Lando, who’s staring at you without a thought behind those gorgeous eyes of his, smiling goofily at you. 

“Lando!” You whine, pouting. “Have you even heard a word I’ve said?” 

Lando blinks a few times like he’s coming back down to Earth, letting a sheepish grin creep its way across his face. “Not really.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I’m sorry! You just look really pretty when you talk about things you’re passionate about. It’s hard to focus on words when I look at you.” 

Well, you can’t exactly be mad at him when he’s sweet like that. Besides, you didn’t think he’d understand half of what you were saying anyways, and you’ve found the answer to your problems. Nothing was missing. Lando was right, you’re fully prepared for your thesis presentation. You just needed to get your nerves out of the way. 

“Worst fake board ever.” You huff. 

“But I just said you look pretty!” 

You prop a hand on your hip. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Norris.” 

“Oh yeah? Nowhere, really?” He rises from his seat, creeping towards you with that glint in his eyes you know far too well. You know what he’s about to do, and you’re about ready to make a run for it. 

He bridges the gap between the two of you faster than you think possible, catching you around the waist right before you can make your great escape down the hallway, hoisting you off your feet with ease despite your wriggling around like a fish out of water, and hauling you over to the couch. He tosses you over the back of it just as easily, following suit before you can scramble away. 

Realistically, you should've anticipated the whip fast reflexes of a professional racing driver. Having a faster reaction time than the average person is part of the job description. 

“Lando, no!!!” You squeal, already breaking into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. 

“Maybe flattery won’t get me anywhere, but I know what might!” He pins you down against the cushions with your knees clamped between his own as he digs his fingers into your sides viciously, ignoring your pleas in favor of grinning wickedly. 

“I give up! I give up, please—” You gasp, squirming under his relentless torture. One of his hands comes up to pin both your wrists down easily, probably so you don't punch him in the face trying to escape. (You’ve done it once before, purely by accident, but Lando’s never let you forget it.) 

“Say that you love me.” 

“You already know I do!” 

“Wanna hear you say it.” He insists, jabbing you in the side threateningly. 

You shake your head frantically. You’re near tears at this point, stomach hurting from laughing so much. There’s no point in dragging it out any longer, especially when sweet, sweet freedom is as easy as telling the love of your life that you love him. “I love you!” 

“What was that?” He tilts his head, brows raising expectantly. 

“I love you, Lando Norris.” You repeat, as steady as you can despite your breathlessness. That seems to satisfy him. 

He gives it up entirely, wedging himself between you and the back of the couch, making himself comfortable as you try to catch your breath. You roll over onto your side so you’re facing him, allowing him more space to nuzzle against you. “You’re a dickhead.” 

“I’m your dickhead, and you love me.” He replies smugly, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His arms worm their way underneath you and link up behind your back, legs tangling with yours. At this point, you’re not sure where you end and he begins, which is just the way Lando always likes it. 

“Against my better nature, I do.” You sigh, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. He hums sleepily, exhaling in deep comfort. “I’m sorry you had a rough go of it today.”

“S’fine. Nothing you’ve got to be sorry about. You’ve already made it better.” He mumbles. He already sounds like he's about to drift off.

“D’you want to talk about it?” 

Lando lifts his head to look up at you, blinking slowly. He offers you a small smile. “Not really. Just wanna lay here with you and forget about it all.” 

“Okay.” You say softly. 

You might not be able to help him with everything in life, but this, you can do. You thread one hand through his hair, smoothing through his curls in that one way you know he loves. Your other hand comes up around his back, fingers scratching a gentle path up and down his spine. 

If Lando was a cat, he’d be purring right now. 

Instead he opts for an appreciative groan, pushing his nose back into the warm nook he’d created. His lips press against your skin—once, twice, a third time for good measure. “Thank you.” 

Whether he’s thanking you for scratching his back or for just being here for him on the days he feels like he’s not at his best, you’re not sure, but either way you give him a tight squeeze and another kiss in lieu of a response. 

You’ll do anything if it means making sure he knows you’ve always got him. 

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[enigmaris]

Reading a lot of DPxDC fics lately, heres my take on the Danny is Damian's twin AU:

Danny was injured to near death and left for dead by the League as a young boy. Ra's only wanted one heir and Danny was less bloodthirsty than Damian, so it was decided that Danny had to go.

Danny is found and taken to a hospital in Illinois, barely alive. He is saved and wakes up with basically no memories of where he was from and speaking a rare dialect of arabic that none of the cops investigating his case can identify. What words Danny does know in english are concerning so the cops figure Danny was being held by some sort of murder, death cult.

The investigation runs cold and Danny is sent to foster care once his injuries heal. He is then adopted by the fentons and moves to Amity Park. As he grows the only clear memories he has of his past is another boy his age who he felt safe with. He knows the other boy is important to him but not why. He cant even really remember his face, certainly not his name. Danny always felt shitty that he couldnt remember the other boy because if he did, then the cops would have rescued him from the murder death cult too. Instead the other boy is presumably there and getting hurt all the time like Danny was.

Danny gets his powers like normal at 14 and decides that now that he has superpowers he absolutely has to save that other boy. Sam and Tucker help him gather clues, he starts to remember a bit more. He remembers the word ahki and realizes that the other boy is his brother!! Which just really enhances Dannys need to save him from the murder death cult. Eventually Tucker finds a picture of Damian Wayne and Danny is like thats him. Thats my brother.

Wait.

Bruce Wayne is his brothers dad???

Bruce Wayne is a rich fruitloop like Vlad obviously, so he is probably a member of the murder cult. Danny has to rescue his brother from the illuminati.

Cue Sam going to a socialite dinner in gotham much to her parents delight. Getting close to Damian by talking about animal rights, slipping him some sleeping pills in his vegan food. Tucker hacking into the gala and causing a commotion. Danny lugging an unconscious Damian out of the Gala and into the GAV ( no, his parents dont know why he borrowed the car or where he is).

Damian wakes up and immediately tries to attack Danny thinking hes a clone. Danny is like woah shit no its me! Its your brother. Damian is like Danyal is dead. Danny is like obviously not. Now chill out im rescuing you from the cult.

Damian, who has been secrectly mourning his twin for years, has never heard anyone call the League of Assassins a cult. He has to reevaluate a lot of things while Danny drives the GAV out of Gotham as fast as he can. Danny explains his whole backstory and how he is sorry he didnt come to save Damian earlier, his memories were gone but he had never forgotten how important Damian was to him. Damian doesnt do emotions on a good day and is unable to handle that like a normal person.

"Father isnt part of the cult, Danyal."

"Hes a billionaire from Gotham, of course he is!"

Damian who has fought many rich people from gotham, all of whom were evil, tries to find an explanation that isnt 'our dad is batman'. Danny isnt listening to any of it, promising Damian that he will be safe from the murder cult in Amity.

Damian eventually gets out that their mother was in the cult and their father didn't know about them. Danny pulls the GAV over and looks at Damian.

"Did i just kidnap you for no reason?"

"It was a kind gesture at least Danyal."

"Fuck. I just kidnapped bruce wayne's kid in the middle of a gala, am i super villain now?"

"Not if you take me home. Father will understand Danyal."

"I dont want to go to jail!"

Damian gives Danny the address to Wayne Manor and Danny drives to Bristol.

When they walk inside Damian now has to explain the whole 'had a dead brother i never told you about' thing to a less than amused batfam.

Danny introduces himself to Bruce and says that he has an adopted family back in illinois, but that he would be happy to get to know Bruce, also sorry about the kidnapping i dont normally do that i thought you were part of the illumimati and i had to rescue my brother.

Bruce just hopes this kid is normal.

(Hint: he's not)

[starlostseungmin]

husband!hyunjin

✰ notes: here concludes my husband!skz series with hyunjin. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing everyone! not proofread and not edited. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

seungmin , chan , lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix（ hyunjin ）

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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which you’d do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, “Will you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?” 

Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes. 

Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingーmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when he’s tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. He’d refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you. 

Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because you’ve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets. 

Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when he’s done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories. 

Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when he’s just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch. 

Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you won’t die since he would end up grieving so hard. “It’s just a mild flu, Hyunjin.” “Are you sure?” 

Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and you’re the one who actually gets in between. 

Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.

Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh. 

Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc. 

Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown. 

Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you. 

Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever he’s abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and can’t wait to go home. It’s also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, “This reminds me of you.” “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Let’s visit this place together soon!” “I’m sure you’d like these souvenirs I got you!” “The food out here is great! Treat me here soon!” 

Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he won’t listen and insists on accepting them. 

Husband Hyunjin who doesn’t admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. He’s also the type that is hard to make up with but he can’t keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” 

Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Don’t worry.” You’d say but you know that is not enough for him so he’d show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).

Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He won’t let go of you easily and you didn’t even make any attempts to leave him. 

Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for. 

Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldn’t even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows. 

Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, “I love you.” 

Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. “I fucking love you so fucking much and we’re married, you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not!” 

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[shushmal]

Happy turkey day to those that celebrate, I’m thinking about Steve who has absent, borderline neglectful parents but THAT’S ACTUALLY OKAY it’s actually perfect on holidays because Steve’s pretty extroverted and probably has a large group of friends extending from close to “we’re on the same basketball team and Steve will high five your face if you don’t get your hand up fast enough”

so really all he’s gotta do it bat those puppy eyes at some unsuspecting mom and BAM invited to holiday dinner. He probably does rounds, and thankfully he has teenage boy metabolism because he probably manages to fit 7 different moms’ dinner in in one day

And sure, after he graduates he’s not sure if it’s good manners to show up at old teammates’ doorsteps. BUT THEN Mrs. Henderson looks at him mid-November and totally claims him for the day where she’s hosting her brother’s family too. Except Dustin brags to Lucas and Lucas gets jealous so Steve then also has to show up at the Sinclair’s in the evening. Max is already there so Steve drives her home that night with leftovers. (Mike is very secretly butthurt about all of this and is really nasty to Nancy the weeks of thanksgiving and Christmas.)

(Robin’s family doesn’t DO thanksgiving but instead goes camping for the week. Robin hates this, and they wouldn’t let Steve join them even though he had his own tent so she hates it MORE. She tries to mutiny but her mom gives her these sad teary eyes and cries about Robin growing up too fast and robin’s fate is sealed. She and Steve instead have their own tradition of movies and junk food the weekend after, so Robin gets reintroduced real food again. So while Buckley’s aren’t on the thanksgiving rotation, Robin gets special Christmas privileges and Steve stays over on Christmas Eve.)

So by the time Eddie is in the picture, Steve already has standing expectations for his presence that’s not just a drive-by plate cleaning, and he’s kinda sad, he and Wayne don’t usually do much and Wayne has to work usually. But actually how dare he be sad, because Steve’s like “🤨 you’re coming too, stupid” and he Eddie and max go to each house like trick or treaters but for turkey.

Then Steve gets close with Eddie’s friends and they have to start splitting holidays like children of divorce.

One time Steve gets it in his head to hold friends giving the week before. He never does it again.

[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

pairing(s): jim halpert x reader

words: 998

warnings/tags: established relationship, dwight being dwight.

you were typing at a rare fast speed, keyboard drowning out the sound of kelly squealing over the new season release of her favourite show. you didn’t even notice jim’s presence until his foot is nudging your chair, chuckling when you drag your eyes from the computer and to his smug face.

“can you sign these off by the end of the day? i need to pass them onto michael before five…” there was a hint of teasing in his tone, smiling at you. it been a few months of secretly dating, and the butterflies of a newfound romance were still swarming every time he looked at you like that.

“i have a few things to get through but after i sign these i can hand them to michael myself, saves you the task,” you smile back, overly sweet in sarcasm when his eyes glimmer. “oh great, well thank you, y/n.”

you smile in response, your gazes not leaving one another as he backs up towards the door to leave to the main office, not before smiling awkwardly at a peering kelly and glancing at the following camera.

“isn’t he like, so cute?” asks kelly. and you knew what she was doing, she was into ryan – which you heard all about – so she was playing matchmaker with you as she usually did.

thankfully it wasn’t with dwight this time.

“i guess.” you say back, typing on your computer with a wide uncontained smile, uncaring of the camera because at least kelly can’t tell your expression from behind. “why don’t you ask him out? i think he’s totally into you,” kelly continues and you look at the camera hesitantly before replying, “i don’t know, i’ll see.”

the next time you see jim is when you’re refilling your teacup, swirling your spoon around the aromatic herbs with a sense of boredom when your head turns to the sound of the door opening.

“hey, you,” jim smiles and you return it. he starts pouring himself a new coffee, shoulder pressed to yours in the empty kitchen. “what are you doing tonight?” you ask, pretending you don’t already know.

“oh, i don’t know, probably order some cheap takeout and watch the new movie i rented,” he says, as if you’re not involved in those plans, “what about you?”

kevin walks in the room, awkwardly smiling at you both as he heads to the stocked fridge and you try not to make it noticeable how much you’re staring at jim. his lips curling into a smile, raised eyebrows and some light stubble around his jaw ready to be shaved making him look better than normal, if it was even possible.

i clear my throat, “oh uh- dinner with some friends, then gonna go home and watch a movie myself.” jim nods at your lies, winking as kevin sits at the table, too busy struggling to open his boxed food to notice.

“have fun with that,” jim says when you begin to walk away, his usual smug smile making you want to kiss him there and then. you glance at kevin, who is in his own world, so quickly you lean up and kiss jim’s cheek. his cheeks turn red fast as his eyes widen, “how dare you,” he teases in a whisper as you walk back to your desk.

his eyes always look at you the moment you enter the room. the clock on the wall close to turning five when you enter the office from your desk at the other side of the floor. jim fidgets with a pen, stopping everything he’s doing when you walk through the room.

you smile at him knowingly, walking past him with a load of papers to take into michael’s office and he spins in his chair to stare at you when you shut the door. he can’t wait to sit out by his car to drive you back to his, finally being able to hold your hand and kiss you.

“never going to happen.”

jim turns back around, sighing as he clicks his mouse, “what’s that, dwight?” dwight rolls his eyes, invested in his work but too observant of everything else at the same time, “you and y/n.”

“oh really?” jim says, heavily amused. “y/n’s smart. too smart to date someone like you, jim,” dwight chuckles to himself, scoffing and sending a look of ‘am i right, pam?’ to reception as pam just watches in amusement with a shaking head by the constant bickering.

you walk out the office, sliding your hand over jim’s shoulder with a squeeze that only he notices and he smiles widely as the clock finally turns to five. jim didn’t mind what was being said, knowing he’d be in your company the rest of the weekend.

michael immediately sends everyone home – never a man to keep people late, stanley moving faster than anyone out the door as everyone bids their goodbyes.

jim shrugs on his jacket, watching as you wait in the kitchen area – laughing along to chatterbox kelly until everyone else is away. he loved it, the sneaking around, no one else knowing you were his or he was yours.

“you know what dwight, i think you’re right,” jim muses, minutes later. “i know. i always am. what am i right about now?” dwight says frustrated, scarf wrapped around his neck as he grabs briefcase, not correlating jim’s words to the previous conversation.

“have a great weekend,” jim replies, placing a hand on dwight’s shoulder, while smiling – eyes not leaving your frame. dwight gets defensive, pushing jim’s arm away, “bye, weirdo.”

soon, kelly walks away, waving jim off so it’s just you, him, and michael. and you walk towards him in excitement, both of you looking to michael from his desk, “see you monday, michael!”

“have fun, you guys,” he responds as you walk off. the moment the elevator door opens, jim’s tugging your hand into his, guiding you into the elevator. a stream of laughter follows, lips that missed one another meeting in a loving kiss.

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Just Admit It

part 2 of do you need me!!

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Falling asleep in Alexia's arms seemed to be a cure all- you'd woken up a few hours later and the pain in your head had dulled significantly. Alexia was just so relieved that you were feeling better, and didn't want to ruin your good mood by bringing up how you'd acted earlier. So, even though your reluctance to allow her to take care of you worried her deeply, she let it go, vowing to keep a close eye on you.

You wished that that had been the end of it. It should have been; your migraines were normally really rare. You'd never had more than one in the span of a few months, normally going a while in between episodes. Which was why you just dealt with them; they weren't a common enough occurrence for you to go to a doctor or something.

You must have been extra stressed, though, which you knew was the cause of your migraines. Between a hectic club schedule, and an insane international one, you were exhausted. Seeing how stressed Alexia was only made you feel worse, until you were a walking ball of anxiety going into the holiday break.

You and Alexia had just played last game of the year, a champions league group stage game, extremely ready to relax. It seems your relaxation time came a little late, though, because you felt the beginnings of a migraine starting to pulse in your brain on the drive home.

You were determined to keep this one to yourself. What had happened a couple weeks ago, letting Alexia see you in that state, could not happen again. Even if she told you she didn't mind. Even if she'd specifically asked you to tell her the next time you didn't feel well. You just couldn't. You kept quiet all the way home, heading inside and immediately curling up on the couch while Alexia sat next to you.

Alexia wasn't stupid, and she knew you very well. She knew you weren't feeling well, could tell from your silence in the car; normally you'd be all hyper after a game, changing the song every other minute and talking nonstop about whatever came to your mind. She loved hyper-post game y/n, who always managed to bring a smile to her face, no matter what mood she was in. Your lack of energy in the car was concerning, as was your behavior upon arriving home. Normally, the two of you picking dinner consisted of you going back and forth until one of you was so hungry that you just agreed to something you didn't want. Alexia pulled out her phone, prepared to start listing ideas, expecting this to take a while.

"What about sushi?" She suggested, half joking because you really didn't like sushi, and would normally complain about having to pick something random off the menu.

"Sure." You responded quietly, and Alexia's head raised to look at you, thinking she must have heard wrong.

"Okay... do you want fried rice?" she asked, eyes studying you closely.

"I'm actually not that hungry, I'll probably just make a sandwich or something" you replied, and Alexia's eyebrows rose even farther up on her face. Ordering food out was... your favorite thing. Choosing to eat something from home instead of getting something from a restaurant was unheard of. She had half a mind to check you for a fever, but she was already suspicious that your head was hurting.

She took in your appearance, really looking at you. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if allowing your eyes to be open all the way was too much. You unconsciously rubbed your left temple with your finger, and your jaw was completely clenched. It was clear that you were in pain. Alexia set her phone down, scooting a little closer to you.

"Are you feeling alright?" She asked, bracing herself for your response. Sure enough, your whole body tensed, and she watched your face as all traces of discomfort were wiped away.

"I'm fine, just tired." You assured her, not really aware of how aware she was of how you were feeling. Alexia decided to push, just a little.

"If you're sure. You can tell me if you're not feeling well, cariño. I won't be mad." Her voice was soft, as if she was talking to a cornered animal, and you were suddenly fighting the inexplicable urge to cry. You want to tell her, you really did, but you couldn't. You didn't want to be too much, and you'd already been far too weak in front of her before. You forced yourself to meet her eyes, willing yourself to not feel anything as you took the love and worry she held on her face.

"I'm fine, amor, seriously." You responded, fighting to keep your voice steady. You were careful not to promise anything, not wanting to break it. You were fine. Your head hurt, and the lights made your eyes ache, and the room was starting to spin lightly whenever you moved your head, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. You gave Alexia a half smile, and she sighed, smiling back. You could tell she didn't really believe you.

If you were going to be stubborn, you could be stubborn. Alexia was dead set on you coming to her this time, on forcing you to realize that you needed her, and that was okay.

The rest of the evening passed slowly. Alexia put on some random reality show that she insisted she only watched for you, even though she'd let out comments like, "well maybe if you weren't such a douche, derek, everyone wouldn't hate you" completely unprompted. You promised her you'd eat after the episode ended, her food arriving in the middle. Instead, the credits played, and you avoided her eyes as you spoke.

Standing up only slightly unsteadily, you said, "I think I'm gonna go to bed Ale, I'm really tired." The pain in your head had only intensified and you were desperate to escape to your bedroom where you could hide your tears in the pillow. Alexia looked up at you with surprise and concern.

"You haven't eaten anything, y/n, and it's only 8:00."

"I know, I'm really not hungry though. Goodnight baby, I love you." You didn't even kiss her goodnight as you headed to bed, knowing that if you tried to bend over to do so, you'd probably end up face down in her lap. She looked after you, bewildered. She really couldn't understand why you were so reluctant to tell her that you weren't feeling well.

You changed into pajamas and curled up under the covers, surprisingly finding yourself rather sleepy. Your head hurt, a lot, but somehow you felt yourself drifting off.

Alexia tried to stay up till a normal time, but she couldn't resist climbing into bed with you. At least in your sleep, you couldn't push her away from you. So, at 9, she headed into the bedroom, finding you asleep, head buried in her pillow instead of your own. She smiled, taking in the sight of you completely dressed in clothes from her side of the dresser. She was tempted to pull clothes from your side of the dresser as revenge, but instead settled on a pair of her own shorts, and the stupid fuzzy sweatshirt you loved. She didn't like wearing it, and she hated sleeping in it, but the look on your face when she put it on last time, as if you'd maybe begun to understand a fraction of the love that Alexia had for you, was enough to get it on her tonight.

She slid into bed next to you, fitting herself into the small space you'd left her when you'd taken over her pillow. You had the hood of one of her hoodies pulled up, and under it your face was flushed, you looked warm, so she carefully pulled the hood down, allowing fresh air to hit your face and hopefully cool you down. You grumbled slightly, shifting over until you were practically laying on top of your girlfriend. Alexia held in a laugh, and snuggled into you. She felt sleep tugging at her, and she hoped when you both woke up in the morning, you'd feel better.

-----

You didn't. You woke up only a few hours after Alexia had come to bed, in blinding pain. Your head had never hurt this bad before, no migraine had every felt this intense. You knew you should do something, wake Alexia up probably, but you really couldn't move. You were laid on top of Alexia, head tucked into her neck. She was sound asleep, one arm wrapped around you, holding you securely against her. You tried to shift, just a little, but the slight movement intensified the pain in your head, until you were biting your lip to keep from crying out. You couldn't stop the tears, though, and they fell steadily onto Alexia's neck.

Alexia woke to the sensation of something wet on her neck. She was incredibly groggy, and she just barely registered that you were laying against her.

"Why is my neck wet?" She grumbled, speaking in her normal voice, although much more garbled than normal. At the volume of her voice in your ear, you let out a whimper of pain, unable to contain it.

Alexia was fully awake in a second, remembering that you'd gone to bed not feeling well, the sound you'd just made alerting her to the fact that you were silently crying into her skin. She didn't move though, only starting to rub your back softly.

"Hey, bebé, what is it?" she cooed, keeping her voice at a whisper. You didn't respond, shoulder still shaking with silent cries, and she grew even more concerned. "Please tell me what's wrong, I can't help unless you tell me," she pleaded.

The desperation in her voice got to you, and you managed to roll yourself off of her, onto your back, with minimal sounds of discomfort. Alexia rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you. She kept her touch feather light as the pads of her fingers lightly wiped away the tears on your face.

"Open your eyes for me, please?" You did as she asked, thankful for the darkness. Your face was screwed up with pain, eyes red and puffy from crying. "Now tell me what's hurting," she said, because there was no question you were in pain.

Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at Alexia, trying to find the words to express what was going on.

"M-my head," you told her, voice breaking as you spoke through your tears. "Migraine. Really bad."

"Oh, bebé, I'm so sorry. What can I get you? Medicine? An ice pack? Anything," she seemed so eager to help, to fix it, and you felt even worse about what you were about to say.

You'd never felt this bad before. You could barely think. What few thoughts you could form, all told you that you needed to go to the hospital. You knew once the words were out of your mouth, Alexia would freak out, and there'd be no going back. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, before speaking.

"Ale, you need to take me to the hospital." She was silent for a few moments, and you opened your eyes again to look at her. The fear painted across her face was horrifying.

Your words stunned her. For you, stubborn, independent you, to tell her she needed to take you to the hospital, you must have been in indescribable pain. She allowed herself to panic for only a moment, before she took a deep breath, and burst into action.

"Okay, hospital, I can do that. Should I call an ambulance?" She tried to sound more put together than she felt.

"No, too loud. Drive me?" You were back to speaking in half sentences. She would drive you, she really would, but she took one look at her hands, shaking uncontrollably in panic, and she knew she shouldn't get behind the wheel of the car. Maybe she should have been better in a crisis, maybe she would have been if it had been anyone else. But it was you, and you were her weakness. She didn't want to worry you, though, and she knew if she said she was panicking too much to drive, you'd worry, even in this state.

"Okay mi amor, let me change, and we'll go." You mumbled an agreement, and she climbed out of bed, grabbing her phone. She headed into the closet, shutting the door behind her before flicking the light on. She dialed quickly hoping to god that Mapi had her ringer on.

"This better be good Putellas, I swear." Mapi's voice came over the line, grumpy and harsh.

"Mapi, I need you to drive me and y/n to the hospital." Alexia felt tears pricking her eyes, and she blinked them away, knowing she needed to keep it together.

"Por qué?!" Mapi responded, sounding much more awake. Alexia heard shuffling over the phone, and a yelp that was probably Mapi waking Ingrid up.

"She has a migraine and she said it's really bad and she needs to go to the hospital."

"She asked to go?" Mapi sounded surprised.

"Si."

"Shit, okay we're coming now, we'll be there in a couple minutes." Like Alexia, Mapi recognized how bad you must have been feeling if you had asked to go to the hospital. Neither of them had ever been so grateful to live so close to each other before.

Alexia headed back into the bedroom, having changed while on the phone into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"Mapi's coming to drive us, she'll be here in a minute. I'm gonna pick you up to carry you to the car now, vale?" She whispered the words against your forehead.

You replied with a soft, "Okay," pain lacing your voice. You didn't care that Alexia had called Mapi, you didn't care about anything as long as you didn't have to go in an ambulance with the sirens on. As carefully as one would pick up a newborn baby, Alexia gathered you into her arms, holding you tight against her, carrying you out of the room and to the front door. It opened right as she got to it, and Ingrid was standing in front of her, spare key in hand, hair sleep tousled, but looking alert.

"Take her to the car, I'll grab your wallet and keys," Alexia nodded, sliding on shoes before heading out the door, thanking the universe that she had such good friends. Mapi was waiting by car, pulling the door open, wordlessly helping Alexia slide into the backseat. You sat sideways on Alexia's lap, head tucked back into her neck as your tears hit her skin over and over. You clung to her tightly, hands fisted in her shirt, as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing loudly. The walk to the car had been enough to almost make you pass out, but you'd held on to consciousness.

Ingrid climbed into the front seat then, quietly telling Alexia she'd locked the door behind her. Mapi pulled the car out of the driveway, looking in the rearview mirror every so often, studying your form curled up against Alexia. She'd never seen you like this, and she'd never seen Alexia this panicked either. Ingrid was thinking the same thing, and she reached a hand back, giving Alexia's knee a squeeze.

"Everything is gonna be fine, the doctors will know what to do, they'll fix her up fast." Ingrid kept her voice low and reassuring. Alexia nodded, slightly frantically, holding you tighter against her.

The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever, Mapi taking care to drive as carefully as possible, since every jerk the car made caused a whimper of pain to spill from your lips. Alexia paid no attention to the dark city passing her by, her only focus on you in her arms.

Mapi pulled the car right up in front of the doors to the emergency room, and Ingrid was flying out of the car, opening up the door and helping Alexia get you out. Mapi drove off to park the car, while Ingrid walked the two of you inside. Luckily, it was pretty empty, and the nurses ushered Alexia to put you down on a bed in a room almost instantly. She explained the situation, as you were clearly in too much pain to speak, and the nurses were nodding, hooking you up to all sorts of things, before telling Alexia to wait in the waiting room until they had run some tests.

She hesitated, looking desperately at you. You looked so small in the hospital bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the harsh lights, hands balled into fists. There were 5 people working over you, all seemed calm and not worried, but Alexia still had to fight the urge to climb into the bed with you, and pull you into your arms until you stopped crying. She felt a hand on her arm, tugging her into the hallway.

"C'mon. She'll be okay, you need to let them work though." Ingrid stated, encouraging Alexia to follow her out into the hall. With one last look at you, she let Ingrid pull her out of the room and walk her back to the waiting room. They found Mapi there, arguing with the nurse at the desk, trying to figure out where you went.

Alexia took a seat in a chair, sighing heavily, and burying her face in her hands. Ingrid and Mapi exchanged a look, taking seats on either side of their captain. Mapi rested her hand on Alexia's back, and was startled when she heard Alexia sniffle into her hands.

Ingrid rolled her eyes at the look on Mapi's face, who looked completely stunned to see her best friend crying. Sure, Alexia never cried, ever, but this situation definitely warranted it.

"She's gonna be fine, Ale. She's in a lot of pain, but thats how migraines work. They'll give her something for it, make sure nothing else is going on, and discharge her." Ingrid told her, clearly trying to make Alexia feel better.

"She's right. Y/n has had a stressful month, this is just her body reacting to it. She'll be fine." Mapi continued, pulling herself together enough to comfort her friend.

Alexia lifted her head then, and both other girls wanted to cry themselves at the look on her face.

"I've never seen her in that much pain before. And for her to ask me to take her to the hospital, she must have been in so much pain." Alexia's voice was shaking when she spoke, wiping her face with her hands to rid it of tears. Mapi and Ingrid looked at her sympathetically.

"I know, but they've probably already got her all drugged out, she's probably not even in any pain anymore. She's funny on pain meds, remember when she got her wisdom teeth out?" Mapi tried to lighten the mood. Alexia smiled slightly, remembering how goofy you'd been. Her friends had helped, she felt marginally better.

And Mapi was right. The doctors had ruled out any serious brain issues, and given you a nice big dose of painkillers. You felt the ache in your head fade as you yourself drifted off again. Your last thought before you fell asleep was that you hoped they'd let Alexia back soon, and that she'd brought the fuzzy sweatshirt she wore to bed, because you were kind of cold.

-----

When you woke, it took you a few minutes to remember where you were. Your brain felt heavy, but not in the painful way it had before. You tried to blink your eyes open, but they weren't really cooperating yet. You tried to bring a hand up to rub at them, only to find that you couldn't move your right arm at all. Using your left hand, despite the IV, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, and cracked them open. You looked down to see what had taken your arm hostage, and found Alexia passed out on it. Her cheek was smushed up against your sheets, both arms wrapped around your one, while her hand somehow held tightly to yours.

You were suddenly overwhelmed; by both the love you felt for the girl laying at your bedside, and the love you felt from her. Tears sprung to your eyes again, and you sighed, slightly annoyed with the amount you'd been crying recently. She stirred at the slight sound you made, eyes blinking open, slightly confused, before she shot straight up in her seat. Her hands released yours, and they hovered frantically over you, as her mouth opened and closed. She was groggy from sleep, and alarmed that you were crying, and her brain was not moving fast enough to decide on a course of action. It would have been funny if she hadn't looked so panicked.

She found her voice then, raising her hands to cradle your cheeks. "Are you in pain? Why are you crying? I should call the doctor, let me find a nurse," her words came out a mile a minute, and you smiled at her, placing your hands over hers.

"Relax, amor. I'm not in pain, sit back down." She looked at you doubtfully, slowly sitting back in her chair.

"If you aren't in pain, why are you crying?" She asked. She was surprised when you blushed, no longer meeting her eyes.

"I just woke up and you were here with me, and... I don't know. It was overwhelming. In a good way. I just love you, a lot." You stuttered through the sentence, before lifting your eyes to meet hers again. her gaze had softened, and you melted at the look on her face.

She pulled you in then, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. She pulled back after a minute, peppering little kisses all across your face until you were laughing, and she had cracked a smile. Quickly, though, her face turned serious again.

"Of course I was here when you woke up. Where else would I be?" She asked, seeming genuinely unsure of where else she would possibly have been.

"I don't know. You still surprise me sometimes, with how much you care. I don't always expect it." You responded. You weren't sure if you were just feeling sappy, or if the drugs were making you talk, but you found yourself overly willing to be honest with her.

"Bebé, why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well last night?" She replied, eyes searching yours.

"I didn't want to bother you, you were tired too. And, I guess I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?"

You took a deep breath, picking at a stray thread of the thin blanket laying across your legs. "Worried that if I let you see me like that, all weak, you won't want me anymore. Why would you want to take care of me?"

Alexia was quiet after you spoke, and you made yourself look back up at her. She looked like she was thinking hard.

"Nothing you could ever do would be too much for me. Nothing. Not being sick, or in pain, or sad, or angry. I want you just as much then as I do when you're happy. And I always want to take care of you. You are mi niña bonita y perfecta. I want everything with you, even the stuff that isn't so fun." She spoke slowly, determined that you catch every word. "Okay?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and nodded. "Okay. I promise to try to do better, and let you help me." You figured it was the least you could do, after the little speech she just made. A speech that made you want to run home and grab the ring you'd hidden in the back of your closet, and ask her, right then and there.

Alexia smiled, satisfied, leaning in to kiss you again. You asked her what the doctor had said, and she told you that he thought you hadn't rested enough after the last migraine, and you'd obviously been extra stressed recently. That, combined with the lack of sleep you'd been getting due to early trainings and late nights filled with... other forms of exercise with Alexia, had compounded to give you the migraine you'd experienced.

He recommended a neurologist, who could help you manage them, and also that you find a better way to deal with your stress than... not dealing with it at all. You were free to go once the drugs wore off though. Alexia made you promise to see the neurologist before she brought up the topics of visitors.

"Ingrid and Mapi are still in the waiting room. They were both pretending not to be worried but Mapi has been pacing pretty much since we got here, and Ingrid's gotten all snippy, the way she does when she's worried." You laughed, picturing the scene clearly. You told her to go get them, and she left to do so.

While she was gone, you thought about that ring in your closet again. You had big plans for it over the summer, but you wondered if maybe you couldn't wait until then. You might have to plan something sooner, or risk blurting it out while waiting for the right time. Either way, you were more sure than ever that Alexia was it for you, and more convinced that you'd ever been that you were it for her.

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     Y/n knew about her boyfriend’s photoshoot with his members. He had told her about it and offered to bring her along. Unfortunately for her, she had class. So she had to wait like the rest of the public for the photos of her boyfriend.

     Well, not entirely. Jeongin had taken a few photos for her every time he had a wardrobe change. Wasn’t great when they came in mid-day while trying to get through a class. One particular was him in jeans and a white button-up shirt that was halfway unbuttoned. His beautiful chest and skin exposed.

Y/n💝: YANG JEONGIN Innie💞: Wow, screaming my name already Y/n💝: Don’t tease me while I'm in class😖 Innie💞: Mmmm but it’s so fun              Are you almost done? Y/n💝: Yes, got half an hour left Innie💞: I’ll be done in an hour 😉 Y/n💝: Not gonna be tired after your long day? Innie💞: So you’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me when I get home? Y/n💝: 🥴            Yes sir Innie💞: 😉

     Y/n sighed and put her phone down. Just half an hour left of her class and probably another hour to an hour and a half before her boyfriend got home. 

     Her main focus was to get through the rest of her class. And not think about her boyfriend's teasing or his exposed chest. It was easier said than done. Being horny early twenty-something-year-olds was great but shitty sometimes. 

     She was happy the last thirty minutes went by quickly. She practically threw her stuff in her bag and bolted out of the room. It was her last class for the day and she was free to finally go home. 

     She took the drive back to their apartment and could not get in the door fast enough. She’d worry about assignments later, she was on a mission to get changed and order food for dinner. Lord knows she wasn’t cooking and her boyfriend had zero cooking skills. 

Innie💞: finished early! should be home in 20 Y/n💝: alright. I ordered your fav for dinner. shower together when you get home? Innie💞: yes please baby

     Y/n smiled at her screen, getting both their house clothes out and putting them on the bed. She cleaned up around the place for a bit till the food arrived at the door. Y/n thanked the delivery man and put the food in the microwave to keep it warm. 

     Jeongin walked into the apartment a few minutes later. Kicking off his shoes and putting his bag on the hook before trudging over to the couch. Y/n walked into their living room as he plopped down onto the cushions.

     “Hi, handsome,” Y/n kissed his forehead before walking around to sit next to him. He'd come home wearing the button-up and jeans. Fucker knew what he was doing. 

     “Hi baby,” Jeongin smiled as he pulled her shirt, indicating for her to come closer. 

     Y/n scooted closer to him before he wound up pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her. Y/n smiled as she cuddled up into him, “Hungry?” she asked

     “Not right. Snacked before I left.” he said, “Just want my girlfriend.”

     “Mhmm. want how?” She asked kissing his neck.

     Jeongin smiled as he moved his hands to her hips, slowly grinding her against him, “I’m sure you know baby. that was you replying to my text earlier.”

     “You just want me to take care of you.” Y/n laughed as she moved her kisses down to his chest as she slid off his lap. 

     “Well, couldn’t have you on set with me.”

     Y/n got down between his spread legs, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and then his jeans. Jeongin lifted his hips so she could pull the material down. His half-hard cock pitched a tent in his boxers as she brought her lips to kiss his lower stomach. Leaving a couple of love bites on his abs as she worked her way up to his chest again.

     He smiled before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her away from his skin, “Strip for me baby?” He said it as a question but Y/n knew it was more of a command.

     Y/n nodded as he released his grip before standing in front of him and stripping her clothes off, tossing them next to him on the couch. Jeongin pushed his boxers down to join his jeans as she got back on her knees in front of him. He smiled and petted the top of her head before pushing her down slightly. Y/n grabbed the base of his cock and angled it to her before taking him into her mouth. 

     “Mhm, that’s my good girl,” He hummed as she sucked him off, had that previously held the base of him moved down to massage his balls.

     He kept a hand on the back of her head, not for any particular reason. It did come in handy when she swallowed around him and he needed something to hold as his sensitive tip hit the back of her throat. “Fuck baby,” He groaned as he gripped her hair.

     Y/n pulled up and looked at him as she resorted to pumping his wet cock with her free hand, kissing the side of his shaft.

     “Can I ride you Innie? Want you inside me.” She begged

     “Haven’t prepped you, baby,” Jeongin huffed as he got his breath, trying to hold back from coming.

     “Please Innie. I don’t mind being stretched on your cock,” Her tongue came out and licked his dripping tip.

     “Fuck babe, gonna make me cum all over that pretty face if you keep begging like that,” His hips stuttered up into her fist 

     “Want you’re cum in me Innie,” Y/n pleaded

     “On the couch, on you’re knees.”

     Y/n followed his instructions and got on her knees next to him, hand still pumping him. Jeongin pushed her head back down onto his cock. Y/n moaned around him as she started sucking again. Jeonign used one hand to hold the back of her neck while the other moved to play with her folds. He could feel how wet she already was, just made it easier for him to slide two of his fingers into her.

     Y/n moaned as loud as she could as he scissored her open. “You can ride me once you make me come in that pretty throat of yours, baby,” Jeongin told her which made her more eager. Sucking him off with new vigor.

     It was a matter of moments before he was twitching in her mouth. Y/n took him down to the base a few times before he held her down and came down her throat. Y/n moaned as his warm cum flooded her mouth. 

     Jeongin pulled her off of his cock once he was sure he was finished. Y/n swallowed his load before he grabbing the front of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Y/n moaned as his fingers picked up their pace of fucking her open for him. Jeongin pulled her back onto his lap then slipped a third finger into her.

     Y/n melted against him as her hands held his waist loosely. Her walls clenching around his three long fingers as he hit her g-spot. She rutted her hips against his as he pulled away from the kiss, “Gonna come on my fingers baby? Or do you wanna come on my cock?” He asked, releasing her neck from his grasp.

     Y/n sucked in a deep breath as he grabbed her chin and made him look at her, “Cock. Please Innie. Wanna come on your dick.”     “You’re listening so well tonight. Can you do that all the time for your Innie?” he laughed as he pulled his fingers out of her.

     He smacked both her ass cheeks as hard as he could before grabbing his re-hardened cock and lining himself up at her entrance. He kept a tight grip on her as, spreading them apart as he sunk her onto him.

     “There we go,” Jeongin groaned as he started moving her hips up and down. 

     “Let me, please baby.” Y/n asked as she held onto his shoulders

     “You wanna ride me baby? With no help?”

     “Yes. Wanna take care up you.” 

     “So sweet of you baby.”

     Jeongin stopped helping her move her hips as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He thought she was going to continue her slow bouncing and rocking pace, but he was surprised when she started bouncing up and down on him as quick as she could.

     “Shit baby,” Jeongin moaned. His cock was a little sensetive from his previous orgasm.

     He gripped tightly onto his hips and threw his head back. Her hands moved to either side of his neck as she kissed all along the skin, occasionally biting and sucking on the skin. Surely leaving a mark for his makeup artist to cover up later.

     His hips bucked up into her on reaction. It was sporadically, no rhythm to his thrustign as she bounced up and down on him, keeping a rhythm as her walls clenched around him. His own dick starting to twitch in her. Hands leaving a bruising grip on her hips. Y/n sat up on him, holding onto his shoulders to balance herself as she focused on her rhythm.

     Jeongin moved his hands up from her hips. One moving to grope her breasts and toy with her nipples while the other wrapped around her neck again. Using it to move her up and down. He felt her legs shaking next to his has her pace became more erratic.

     He started picking up his own rhythm of thrusting up into her as she finally came around him. She kept trying to bounce on him as best she could as he released his hold on her neck asnd breast as he came inside her, just has she came down from her high and leaned into his chest.

     Both took a good few moments to catch there breaths before Jeongin managed to grab the throw blanket from off the top of the couch and drape it over them. “You alright babe?”

     “Yeah. How about you?” She asked looking up at him

     “Much better,” He smiled and placed a kiss on her lips

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[luffyvace]

How aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

y’all seem to really like the crush headcanons i did so now i’m doing him when he actually tries to court you and when your actually together :)

this is still going to be canon aizawa btw

also still fem reader in mind

okay so now that aizawa is trying to court you, like in love and wants to date

he’d be forward about it

probably waits until your at his place or yours

then as your doing whatever he’ll ask

“y/n i have something important to tell you”

“yeah? what is it, it’s not bad is it?”

“no, i actually just wanted to know if you’d like to go out somewhere with me. a date.”

your reaction may vary from shock to a knowing smile

either way you accept politely (how could you reject such a fine man?)

so you both talk about the date and end up planning it out right then and there

you decided that weekend would work fine

so after that’s settled you talk about each other’s feelings, how and why they came to be

you figured out you fell first but he fell harder :)

so your first date would be out somewhere simple yet fun and with a little less people

so there’s this place called cat island in japan

yeah

its perfect

(i hope your a cat person)

it’s exactly what you think, there’s cats everywhere search it up

there’s more cats than people actually

its heaven for him

you guys have a fun field day with cats then head back to your house

chatting and looking at the pictures you took

and yeah!

again he’s straight forward with courting

so now we’re on relationship

you guys are definitely closer now

i’ll go through a normal day for y’all then relationship things

so

aizawa gets up early for his job

he’ll get ready and text you to see how your doing then go to work

if you work at ua with him and live together

he likely gets up first if not y’all are up at the same time

when he’s ready he’ll wake you up if you like to sleep in

and warm the car while he waits if it’s winter (yippie he’s freezing so you don’t have to)

y’all drive to work together

you can text him throughout work but he won’t reply unless it’s important or a genuinely good question

he won’t slack off the job (EVEN THO HE SLEEPS ON IT)

anyway

if you work with him he’ll text you on break if your not already in the staff room

or if you have separate jobs he’ll still text to check up on you

makes sure you eat something

is today stressful so far?

why? vent to him.

he truly cares about your physical and mental health

once you both get home from work he’ll run you a bath and cook dinner

he’s a average cook, can cook basic things

if y’all don’t live together he’s more likely to order take out though

not always junk food sometimes he’s just tired and orders a salad. he’s upset because he knows he can make it himself but he’s just so tired

so he appreciates if you turn the tables and treat him to a bath and hot meal (if y’all moved in together)

but if y’all got your own places sometimes if your both still energized you’ll come over to one another’s house

if y’all live together he falls asleep real fast

won’t mind if you snuggle next to him

except for when he gets hot

then he turns over ����

sometimes he’ll try to stay up to have those late night convos with you but don’t get mad if he falls asleep, it’s by accident. y’all can always continue the next night :)

he won’t snuggle you btw

just because he naturally stays on his side of the bed

he ain’t a wild sleeper

he flips from side to side

its rare to catch him on his back for more than a few minutes

LUCKY YOU HE’S NOT A BLANKET HOGGER

if you are tho

he’ll get annoyed the first few times but he won’t say anything about it

after a few nights he just gets his own blanket

if your a wild sleeper this annoys him more than hogging the blanket

he’ll tell you, you keep kicking him and slapping him in his sleep and it wakes him up

yknow your boy likes some good sleep so he doesn’t stand for you wakin him up

suggests to get two beds

but you don’t like that idea

so he’ll probably end up putting pillows in between you or sleeping in his sleeping bag on the floor 😭

if y’all stay at different places tho

its rare for y’all to have a sleepover

he doesn’t see the point in having two different houses if you just want to sleep at his

would think about moving in together

but he won’t bring it to the table unless he see’s a opportunity or feels you’d feel comfortable/like that

if you do manage to convince him he’s not staying up and playing or smth he’s literally going to sleep

if your a wild sleeper he won’t do it again

otherwise you may be able to convince him like 2 or 3 more times

dont tell mic though if mic teases him he’ll never do it again

not to spite you but out of annoyance from yamada (mic)

he just won’t feel like it anymore

btw keep your room clean or be scolded

”clean your room y/n there’s no reason you should have clothes and clutter everywhere.”

“you don’t even need half of this stuff, just clean it.”

now to genuine relationship things

well for one i’m telling you he won’t call you pet names

just

“y/n”

”why should i call you ___ if your name is y/n”

doesn’t see the point in them

you may be able to convince him a few years into the relationship to call you “babe” or anything simple and sweet but that’s it

maybe a “n/n” occasionally

if YOU call HIM pet names tho

he wouldn’t mind :)

still doesn’t get it tho

just don’t make it anything too sappy

he’ll funny look you if you do

especially at work

or around mic and all might

would prefer if you stuck to the simple ones or a nickname tho

another thing

if your a hero, a reckless one at that, he’ll worry for you and scold you if you get injured

please don’t give this man a heart attack

”you need to be more rational”

if your already a rational person thank goodness

he’s glad he doesn’t have to babysit a whole class of students and you

random

but

if you like coffee or tea he’ll make you some before/when you get up

if you don’t live together he’ll bring you a cup if you both work at ua

if you work on weekends (idk how some people do it) he’ll bring you a cup on your lunch break

giving each other massages>>

he’s really good at it too

he’s a good person to vent to as well

especially about the stress of work because he felt that

he’ll take you on dates randomly even if y’all are in a relationship

not every week

but he’ll take the time out to spend it with you if he has some

he’s a traditional gentleman

and by that i mean buy you flowers and gifts

but not just “roses 🤓☝️“

he’ll actually take the time to learn your favorite flowers and buys you reals ones to take care of

if you don’t have a green thumb how else will you learn?

so he’ll buy them anyway

helps you take care of them though

he waters them and reminds you to if you live separately

he buys you little trinkets and gifts that BENEFIT you

not just something that’ll “collect dust” as he says

like if you tell him your vacuum breaks down every few months

he’ll RESEARCH one that doesn’t, is inexpensive and cleans well

and buy it for you :)

overall he’s a 10/10 boyfriend 100% green flag

ladies and gentlemen (and whoever’s in between)

get yourself an aizawa

enough said

have a good day/night

[plutowrites]

Of Magic

note: whew dusted off the ole keyboard for this one. if i'm rusty, you gotta allow it. i love this one sm. because i love nanami kento. that is all.

pairings: dad!nanami x (fem) reader

contains: fluff. nanami being the best duh wbk. modern au.

You hear a faint scraping noise from the kitchen as you quietly enter your home, holding your breath while gently closing the door behind you. It's 9:53 PM, and although wishful thinking has you hoping the girls are fast asleep in their beds, you know they're probably waiting for you to come and kiss them goodnight. In your opinion, Kento outshines you in almost every aspect of parenting, but bedtime belongs to you. He just can't do stories like you can—nothing beats the silly voices you give to each character. Your voice range is impeccable.

However, it is late, and you've had multiple conversations with your children about not waiting up for you tonight; one when they had just woken up, another during breakfast, and the last reminder during the car ride to school before dropping them off. They know very well that you had a company event to attend outside of work hours and wouldn't be home until late at night. But still, a small (horrible) part of you wanted them to still be awake, just to hear their cute giggles and feel their tiny, warm hands wrapped around your neck in a tight hug. 

"How'd it go?" Kento asks, closing the lid over the Tupperware filled with tonight's dinner, which looks (and smells) like beef and broccoli stir-fry. You stand in the kitchen with a puzzled look on your face.

Instead of answering his question, you point to the food in his hands. "They ate the broccoli?"

Nanami turns to face you and frowns. "Of course they ate the broccoli."

"What?! They never eat broccoli when I'm around."

"That's only because you don't eat broccoli, honey. You're their hero; they wouldn't even touch chocolate cake if dearest mommy turned up her nose at it."

"Dearest mommy, huh," you repeat after him, a grin slowly spreading across your face. Kento wraps one arm around your shoulders lazily, pulling you into him and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"They should be asleep—"

"Nice."

"But they're probably not," Nanami finishes. You lean your head back to look at him. The beginnings of a smile dance on the corners of his lips.

You fake gasp. "How naughty."

"Soooo naughty."

"I'll go check on them when I go up there to change my clothes." Kento lets go of you and runs a hand through his hair. Noting the exhaustion on his face, you add, "You should rest now that I'm home. I can pack the girls' lunches for tomorrow too."

He shakes his head. "They're already done, but did you know they're really into star shapes now? It was just hearts last week. I can do hearts. I did hearts like a pro, actually."

"Are stars really that hard to do?" You ask, tongue in cheek.

He shoots you a look. In your husband’s defense, he really did cut hearts into foods like a pro. Every single item that went into the girls’ lunch boxes that could be carved into the shape of a heart, was in the shape of a heart. You always watched Kento from the couch in the living room as he meticulously sliced and diced away to make his girls happy.

You pat your hand across one of his cheeks and coo, "You're the best dad ever, literally." You draw out the word literally, eliciting a snort from Nanami.

"I had to ban that word today."

Now it’s your turn to laugh—your oldest daughter learned the word 'literally' in school this week and hasn't stopped using it since. It's sort of hilarious how she sneaks it into every other sentence. You tilt your head to the side and reply in the most serious tone you can muster, "Thank you because it was literally driving me, literally, insane, literally."

A chorus of giggles erupts from the top of the stairs, followed by a thundering rumble of footsteps descending. The moment in the kitchen, interrupted.

Nanami shakes his head gently and sighs, "Hmm, I wonder if they’re awake."

You grab the back of his neck, yank him closer, and plant a loud kiss on his cheek. "My babies are spoiled like little princesses. They need entertainment to go to sleep, and I am their jester. I bid you farewell."

"You’re going to read them a bedtime story?"

"Yes, I am going to read them a bedtime story..."

"Now? At 10:00 PM? And you call me soft..."

“You are, don’t even start.”

After a beat, Kento says softly, “You're so good to them, you know? They’re so lucky to have you.”

Hearing those words from him stops you in your tracks. They wouldn't mean nearly as much coming from anyone else as they do coming from Kento, simply because he is the best father. 

He’s so patient, and kind, and understanding. He lets the girls wear whatever madness they want, and is completely fluent in their ramblings and mumbles— far better than you. He knows exactly how they like their oatmeal, and memorized the milk to cereal ratio they must have in their bowls or else the world stops for them; he knows exactly what to say when they're feeling upset to calm them down.

He learned how to bake white chocolate raspberry muffins because it’s their favourite. He learned how to do funky hairstyles just because a crazy hair day at their school was on the horizon. He even learned how to patch holes in their clothes instead of telling them not to lay and roll around in the wood chips at the park because he couldn't bear to cut into their fun.

If Kento didn’t know how to do something, he learned. He was always trying. 

To you, your husband is a hard-working, dedicated, outrageously beautiful force of a man.

To your children, he’s nothing short of magic.

[kcalsforhim]

˖⋆࿐໋ friday 13th of december

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i woke up on time i can recall i even woke up early enough to have time to do a full face of makeup and well, be there on time

this mornings weigh in made me feel disgusting… but.. it’s ok, i told myself. i got ready and left my house with a pretty outfit that would be more beautiful on somebody skinnier than me ;; i truely disgust myself hahaha

college went fine, i actually got some good good work done in my first class, i made the entire thing in ice cream colors.. brown pink and soft pastel yellow.

4 zero sugar energy drinks

my second class also went ok. during my first class i put all 4 of my energy drinks on the table and that made everyone laugh so they put their drinks too which resulted in this photo being taken. peep my mutual putting his thumbs up lol. during my second class i finished a concept of my assignment and i got to starting the lineart of the final project but im still far from done.

after college i went with my best friend to the store and he got me these hairclips, im very happy with them. he probably knew i was hella triggered watching him spending a lot of money on someone that is not me but i hope that person is happy with what she’s getting.

i went to the store and i bought an onigiri cause i was craving it. when going home i debated if i should walk home after i get out of the train or if i should take the bus since i already had 10 k steps.. but i saw a triggering tiktok so i decided to walk. while walking i felt sickly and tired, i barely felt present all day and this walk more than ever was me just skipping through time in 0 degree weather… but anything for some extra steps.

dinner / omad : a bowl of pasulj (bean soup), 1 piece of schnitzel, some mayo, burek mom made with idk some vegetable filling. a rice cake with jam. an onigiri

cals : 752

if you care about the soup or schnitzel read yesterdays post. the burek was good, my mom always makes good tasting variations of it. the mayo was to dip my schnitzel in idk. i finally learned how to properly use our new microwave so for the first time in a while all of my food was actually warm. like fr fr.

i let myself have that onigiri cause i walked home. i know i shouldn’t be rewarding myself with food i know it’s gross but give me a break. i wanted to have a kinder bueno but i told myself i could have it the next day if i just fasted for the rest of this one. i finished a litre of pepsi zero to cope lol, it helped.

before bed i read my old story chats about my favourite characters, it gave me comfort when i needed it the most, as i was really hurt by something at the time (still am) and i needed something comforting. i shared some of the dialogue with eli who was keeping me company at the time.

total cals : 752

total steps : 15.2 k

song for today, recently i’ve been feeling more and more shameful about how i look and how i feel, it feels so good to be sick yet i don’t feel sick enough, i feel painfully average even knowing im now the smallest person in my class… i still feel like i could get thinner, dangerously so.. and im nowhere near there. i have a thighgap my ribs show my collarbones show but i just look thin, not sick. it’s driving me up a wall. atleast i’ve been binge free for a while now and i’ve been ignoring my random cravings more and more…

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[pentrologram]

What Normal People Do - 4

Dinner at Simon and Johnny's!

totally didn't mean to forget about this for two weeks.... hopefully this is enough sustenance! i recently started school again, so updates will likely slow.

also i'm a firm adhd (and dyslexic) johnny/autism simon truther so if something doesn't make sense, it's probably because i'm thinking of them as neurodivergent. ao3! ghost/soap/gn!reader (established ghoap)

I Promise, I'll Be Worth The Wait

Simon and Johnny have been learning your schedule.

For a few mornings in a row, while Johnny is still asleep, he can hear you in your room, just a wall over, shuffling out of bed and putting your kettle on before he hears the hum of your TV going, presumably keeping you company as you get ready for the day.

You get back home every day around 1650. Johnny pokes his head over to say hi quickly before leaving you to decompress. You’re always asleep by 2300. Then you wake up at 0600 the next morning, and you’re out of the flat by 0730.

They know your whole schedule by the second week. By then, they have become fixtures in your life, as reliable as the old Honda Civic you’ve been driving for five years. You can easily knock on their flat with the knowledge that they’d be happy to help, whether it be a cup of sugar, advice on how to fix your blender that somehow got broken in the move, or just a little company.

It was no surprise when they invited you over to their apartment for dinner, making sure to plan it perfectly so you aren’t fatigued or grumpy from work.

Johnny is keyed up during the two days following the dinner, constantly asking Simon questions at the worst times possible. Such as how the other night while Simon was awake and Johnny, for once, couldn’t sleep:

“Si.” Johnny shook Simon’s shoulder, earning a grunt from Simon. “Do ye think bonnie likes pasta?”

“Fuck if I know.” He grumbles. “Go to sleep.” Johnny mutters something about being discriminated against but he does, eventually, go to sleep.

Or when they were going grocery shopping:

“Oh, oh! Bonnie’ll love these!” He said, holding up a pack of digestive biscuits, making Simon sigh.

“Yeah, Johnny. I’m sure they will.” He says flatly before looking back at the bread. Five minutes later, Johnny shoves a roll of Smarties into his face.

“Nobody don’t like Smarties.” He says, almost proudly.

“Justify it however you need.”

Johnny is still not satisfied when they’re making dinner (together, as Johnny had insisted), rattling off about every piece of information he’s gleaned from you so far- where you’re from, your favourite colour and food and your birthday, too. No doubt, Johnny is smitten with you.

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t know how to feel about his boyfriend getting a crush on someone new- he was falling hard and fast while Simon would only really call his attraction to you surface level. Sure, you seem like a rather intelligent person and potentially someone he could dare to trust, but he isn’t as outgoing as Johnny is. He can’t know someone for a month and then want to know everything about them- it just isn’t how his brain works.

And if he’s being really, really honest, he’s scared. Johnny’s never been so enamoured before. It’s always been a fleeting attraction, long enough to last a week or two. He feels a little sidelined, jealous, even. Enough so that while following this line of thought his hand slips as he’s cutting carrots for the shepherd’s pie and accidentally nicks his thumb, snapping both Johnny and himself from their thoughts.

“Aw, Si!” Johnny exclaims, immediately putting his potato masher down and reaching for the first aid kit they keep stored underneath the kitchen sink. He coos all about his poor Simon while running Simon’s thumb under cold water and then delicately putting a bandaid over the wound, his warm hands over Simon’s cool ones. It’s then Simon acknowledges that maybe he simply missed Johnny, as all of his time recently has been spent obsessing over you. He can’t help it, Simon knows, but still.

“Gotta be more careful,” Johnny says when he’s satisfied with the condition of Simon’s thumb. He grunts and that is that.

Johnny is like a dog that night, chasing his tail while he waits for Simon to join him in bed, mad with excitement. He needs a steady hand when he’s like this, Simon finds- something mindless and easy enough to tire him out.

Tonight that means that Johnny is cradled to his chest, two burly arms keeping him in place. Pressure on the body helped regulate, as he had learned in a seminar he had dragged Johnny to once.

That pressure now works wonders, because Johnny is out like a light despite all of his fidgeting. In some ways, it feels like he has a magic off-switch for Johnny, which really shouldn’t be as cute as it is.

He hums under his breath while Riley noses open the door, jumping onto the bed and curling right in between their legs. Maybe she could smell something coming off of Simon and came in as a precaution. The thought makes Simon look up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, alright. I didn’t need to sleep anyways.” He whispers.

The next morning Simon makes the finishing touches on the menu for the night. Johnny’s been texting you since he woke up, probably distracting you from your job. Even still, he doesn’t have the heart to make him stop. At some point you stop texting Johnny because he gets up just to start bothering Simon- “What’s that, Si?” or “Gimmie a kiss, ye’ve been ignoring me,” or “Did ye take the dog fir her walk?”.

When Simon is content with the state of their house at 1300, Johnny jumps his bones and drags him to the bedroom out of sheer boredom. Simon keeps his entire 95 kilos on Johnny for the better half of some three hours, out of spite, mainly, boring Johnny to the point where he fishes out his phone and does… whatever it is Johnny does on his phone. Simon never really took to newer phones, nor what the younger people did on those phones.

(Because he could never enjoy the mindlessness of a screen. He’s weary and old, he feels it in his bones, his bad back, his knobbly knees, and he knows that emptiness of those ‘TickTacks’ that Johnny’s endlessly showing him will only serve to agitate him. He knows logically he only has a year or two on Johnny, really, but they were such opposites he rarely ever felt it. Johnny has reassured him multiple times about it, but it never stopped Simon from thinking (knowing) that Johnny deserves better than an old sod like him. They might be feral dogs together but Johnny has more humanity than he, easier to nurture and to be put back into society than him.)

Maybe it’s a force of habit but he uses a flip phone that can only call and text (if barely). It suits him just fine, though, making it hard for any distractions.

So maybe he feels a little smug when Johnny goes:

“Shite, they said they gonn’ be here in twenty.” A pause. “Fifteen fecking minutes ago!” And then Johnny is off like a rocket, rolling Simon off of him and then wiggling away and rushing to put on the clothes he set aside for the occasion, cursing rapidly while trying to fix his hair while putting on his slacks. Simon watches lazily before deciding to follow suit and put on his clothes, too.

“Mask or no mask?” He asks absentmindedly. Johnny doesn’t respond, too preoccupied with fixing his bedhead. He decides on no mask.

By the time Johnny deems himself decent, the doorbell rings and he curses before scrambles to open the door for you. Simon takes longer than Johnny to leave the bedroom, taking care to not rush, so when he inevitably enters the living room, you’re chatting with Johnny while pulling off your shoes. It looks like you’ve come straight from work, if the sterile hair and scrubs are anything to go off of. You wave hi to him, a tiny smile on your face.

He and Johnny pull the food from the oven where they’d been keeping warm while you sit, so politely, on the couch. Hands in your lap and feet tucked to the side, you’re a vision, Simon thinks as he puts a plate full of cobbler on their dinky little dining table.

You sit in a circle, the three of you. Simon serves you and Johnny your plates, letting you talk in peace while he listens, maybe chiming in gruffly when he knows what the conversation has shifted to. The conversation flows and ebbs in a way that Johnny alone couldn’t manage- it’s refreshing, having someone new, someone normal at that. Someone who understands the mundane process of civilian life, who, better yet, has only ever known civilian life. There’s a spark of amusement in Johnny’s eyes as he listens to you talk about work and your college and friends and the gruelling weight that is existence. You are heart-breakingly normal and they simply can’t get enough.

When Johnny leaves the table to use the restroom, though, you go quiet. It makes sense, as he has barely said a word to you for the hour and a half you’ve been here. He decides to change this by:

“How do you stop a baby from choking?”

This startles you.

“Uh, CPR?”

“You let go of its neck.”

It shocks a laugh from you, your eyes widening, caught off guard. Simon’s face stays stony but it softens by a fraction just from the sound of your laugh.

“That’s terrible.” You say when you’ve regained your senses, still giggling a little. He shrugs.

“It’s funny.” He counters.

You promptly shovel a bite of pie into your mouth, but it can’t hide the small smile on your face.

Two hours in, Johnny breaks out the wine. It’s not good, per se, but it goes nicely with the food Simon’s made. The wine loosens you up and makes your laughs come easier. You’re so beautiful when you smile; neither of them can help but try to coax more from you. When you’re more properly eased, maybe another hour or two in, you’re laughing at everything.

(“I went to the zoo last week, but there was only one dog in it.”

You’re already giggling in anticipation. 

“It was a shih tzu.”)

By then, dinner is over, and you can’t be trusted to handle with washing up the dishes. Instead, the alcohol made you curious; you had wandered over to their record player and plopped yourself right before the crate full of records they kept. You could hardly recognise any of them, admittedly. You end up being drawn to an album that’s just sickeningly 80s- there’s a wispy, almost hypnotic landscape of a beach with a random red electric guitar to the right while a guy wearing a pinstripe suit with very strong shoulder pads stares off to the distance with a very motivational look on his face. It’s so silly that it makes you laugh quietly before putting it on the turntable.

It’s jazz, you find. It’s comforting and smooth and, wow, you’re feeling quite tired. Maybe they won’t notice if you just close your eyes for a minute.

(They do.)

Johnny coos at you and takes a few pictures of you curled up against the table the record player’s on, nodded off. Then Simon picks you up, Johnny fishing through your pockets for your keys. They carefully deposit you on your bed, tucking you in, before Johnny pens a little letter for you when you wake up.

Hi bon, you fell asleep when me and Simon were doing dishes. i think you were listning to one of our records. it was lovely, though, thank you for coming!!!!! :D xxxxxxxx Simon and Johnny

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[winchesterwild78]

The Hunter pt 4

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: Mention of Death, Angst, Cheating, death

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀 

*time jumps in this chapter, this story is coming to an end soon.*

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

*Time Jump 1 year*

Dean had been promoted to assistant manager of the garage, and you were almost finished with your degree. You loved working with kids, so you were getting your teaching degree. Dean has been so supportive and helped you study. You were stressed, working full time, trying to be a good girlfriend, and taking night classes. 

You were sitting at the kitchen table studying late one afternoon. Having planned a dinner to celebrate you passing a test, you went to the grocery store, and planned to have it ready for Dean when he came home. While the chicken was marinating, you pulled out your homework and started working. 

At some point you had fallen asleep, completely exhausted from the long hours you’d been putting in with work and you going to school. You were sleeping so deeply you didn’t hear the door when Dean came home. “I’m home, sweetheart.” When he didn’t hear you answer he went looking for you and found you asleep on your pile of work, drooling. 

It was the cutest thing he’d seen in a while. He took out his phone and snapped a picture. Dean walked over to you and softly shook you away, “Baby, I’m home. Wake up.” You sat up, wiping the drool from your face. Dean smiled, “rough day?” You stretched and yawned, “No, just busy. I’m so sorry Dean, I had dinner marinating and I must have fallen asleep.” 

Dean pulled you into his arms, “It’s okay sweetheart, just cover it and let’s go out to dinner, or I’ll order something and go get it.” You started to cry, overcome with emotions and exhaustion, “Dean I had planned an amazing dinner to celebrate me passing that test we studied for.” Dean kissed your lips and wiped away your tears, “Hey, come on. Let’s go out and celebrate. If you want, you can cook it tomorrow night.” 

You agreed and grabbed your coat. Dean drove the two of you to your favorite diner. You both ordered a cheeseburger, french fries, and chocolate pie for dessert. Over dinner the two of you talked about work, life, and your future. A woman walked in the restaurant pushing a stroller, and holding the hand of her toddler. She looked overwhelmed and exhausted, trying to keep the baby from crying and the toddler from running away. She sat down in the booth behind you and Dean. 

She placed the toddler in the booth first, and grabbed the crying baby out of the stroller. Your back was to her and Dean was looking behind you chuckling and making faces. You turned and saw the toddler popping their head over the booth and making faces at Dean. Before the mother could stop him, he crawled under the table and came over to you. Climbing in the booth with you he hung on you. The mother was out of the booth apologizing, but you and Dean told her it was okay. 

She ordered food for her and the toddler, while she fed the baby. Her son, who you learned was named Matthew, took a liking to you and Dean. “Looks like you’ve got some competition, Dean.” You laughed playfully. “Looks like it, hey Matthew, that’s my girl.” Matthew looked at Dean and shook his head “no”. When their food arrived, you helped him back over to the booth. You sat with the mom and learned her husband had just died unexpectedly, and she was so overwhelmed with taking care of the children alone. 

Your heart ached for her. When you asked her how her husband died, you weren’t prepared for what she told you. “The police say it was an animal attack, but I don’t think it was. He was acting strange the night he died. He was in his study working, then all of a sudden he said he had to leave to find “her”. I have no idea who he was talking about. The autopsy revealed he had a high level of oxytocin in his system. They never could explain that. When I got his clothes back, there was lipstick on them.”

You took her hand and offered her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. Do you know who the lipstick belonged to?” “No, Eric was loyal and we were so in love. The police think he was having an affair, but I know Eric, that wasn’t him at all.” 

You helped her feed Matthew so she could eat too. You gave her your number and told her if she ever needed a break or help to give you a call. She thanked you and once she finished eating she took over with Matthew.

You returned to Dean who was smiling at you. “What? What’s so funny?” “Nothing, I just love watching you take care of people. You’re amazing, you know that.” You grabbed his hand, “Thank you, so are you. I think we have a hunting problem, though.” Dean’s eyes went wide, “What makes you say that sweetheart?”

“Well Amber’s husband died unexpectedly recently. The police think it was an animal attack, but she isn’t convinced.” You continued telling Dean what Amber told you, “Dean, I think we are dealing with a Siren.” “Really? I guess that would explain the odd behavior and the high level of oxytocin.”

“Should we call Bobby or Jody in on this?” You asked, looking at Dean. “Not yet, let’s do some research first.” You shook your head in agreement. The two of you talked more about the potential case and finished eating. As Amber left, she stopped by your table and thanked you again for your help. You nodded and looked down at her sleeping baby and smiled. She was so beautiful and peaceful looking. Dean noticed how you looked at the baby. 

He knew you wanted children, and to get married. He just wasn’t sure if it’s what he wanted yet. Dean loved you and would do anything for you.You noticed he was staring so you offered him a soft smile. “Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Winchester?” 

“Nothing, just thinking about our future and if it includes children.” His words cut you, “If” you asked. “Yeah, I love being with you, but I see how much of a struggle it was for Amber to juggle Matthew and the baby. I just don’t know if we could do that.” “She’s alone, Dean. We would have each other. We could do it together.” 

Dean shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I mean it’s something we can talk about later.” You nodded, but your heart dropped. The future you envisioned with Dean included you two being married, working at your jobs you loved, and at least 2 kids. Now it would seem he didn’t want the same thing.

The drive home was quiet. You stared out the window replaying Dean’s words over and over again. Dean knew something was wrong, but was afraid to ask what was wrong. He figured it was about children, but he didn’t want to argue. 

When you two got home you walked to your bedroom, grabbed your pajamas and headed for the shower. You locked the bathroom door. You’ve never done that, but you needed space. You needed to think. Dean heard the shower and smirked, walking to the door he called, “You need any..” His words cut off when he tried to open the door and it was locked. 

He heard you inside crying softly. “Sweetheart, please let me in. We can talk this over.” He knocked on the door. “Dean, please just go. I need to think.” You called from the shower, stifling sobs. He knocked again trying to get you to open the door. “Dean, I said go away!” 

Dean let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed his jacket and keys, he slammed the door and left. You heard the door and collapsed to the bathtub floor, sobbing. You loved Dean, but you knew you wanted children. You wanted his children, but now you don’t think that’s possible. So you have a choice to make, stay with the man you love, and not have children, or leave and have children with someone else eventually.

Dean got in the car and drove to a local bar. Since the two of you had been together he hadn’t stepped foot in a bar unless you were with him. Tonight, however, he was alone. When he walked into the smoky bar he looked around. He spotted couples, and single people throughout the bar. Dean made his way to the bar and took a seat. 

He ordered a whiskey and was slowly sipping it. Dean pulled out his phone and saw your picture and sighed. He was about to send you a text, when he heard a voice beside him. “Hello there, handsome. How are you tonight?” Dean turned his head and came face to face with a gorgeous blonde. She had a killer smile, a big chest, that she was showing off, and the perfect body. “I’m doing better now.” Dean smiled at her. She touched his arm and leaned closer to him.

“So what are you looking for tonight?” “I don’t know, what did you have in mind?” Dean asked. 

His mind was racing, why was he going after this woman? She leaned in and kissed him. Dean kissed her back, deeply. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, and he could taste her mixed drink. 

“Let’s go some place where we can be alone,” she whispered in his ear. Dean threw money on the bar to take care of his tab and took her hand. Their hands were all over each other and their lips were too. He leaned her against the car and started kissing down her neck and running his hands up her shirt. 

Dean felt more alive than he had in months. He wanted more from her, and she wanted more from him. They got in the car and he started to drive towards the house.

It was a quarter past 2 in the morning when you finally started to fall asleep. You knew Dean must have gone out drinking, so you closed and locked the bedroom door. You were hurt and pissed he would leave for hours. You know you told him to leave, but you didn’t think he would have been gone for so long. By the time you went to bed you had a headache from the crying, and your heart was broken. You made Dean leave, and he did. You thought he would have fought harder for you, for your relationship, but he just left. 

Not long after you started to drift off to sleep you heard Dean come back home. He didn’t try to open the bedroom door. Instead you heard him going into the guestroom and then closed the door. You rolled over, determined to get some sleep, when you heard giggling. 

You sat up, listening again, because you thought you were mistaken. You heard the giggle and Dean laugh. Tears pricked your eyes and your heart broke. Dean brought home a girl from the bar. How could he?! You grabbed your robe and walked toward the guest room. You opened the door and the sight before you broke you. Dean was almost naked, kissing this beautiful, thin woman who was very much naked. “Dean!” Dean didn’t answer you or stop kissing her. 

She looked over her shoulder at you and smirked. “Dean! What the fuck are you doing?!” He still didn’t answer you, it was like he was under a spell. Then it hit you, Amber’s husband. You looked over at the mirror attached to the dresser and saw the Siren. You grabbed the bat you kept by the door and hit her in the head, knocking her off Dean. 

He stood up and tried to defend her from you. You hit her again. Dean grabbed the bat from you and pushed you into the wall. He lifted the bat above you, the Siren standing near him and urging him to kill you. “Kill her baby, kill her for me. She’s trying to take me away from you.” Dean swung the bat and almost hit you, but you ducked in time. “Dean, stop, please. It’s me, Y/N. Please, baby, stop!” You begged Dean as he lunged at you. 

You ran into the living room and grabbed the bronze dagger Bobby had given you. When Dean lunged at you again, you sliced at him, coating the dagger in his blood. The Siren was right beside Dean, urging him to kill you. You lunged at her with the dagger, piercing her flesh. She screamed in pain and dropped to the ground, dead. 

You collapsed crying and begging Dean to snap out of it. Once she took her last breath, Dean came out of her spell. He looked at her and looked at you. He walked over to you and as he grabbed you, you yelped and pulled away. 

“Shh, Y/N, it’s me. What happened?” You looked at Dean and saw his green eyes full of love and confusion. You knew he was back. You fell into his arms and sobbed. After you calmed down, you told him what happened and. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I was careless and I shouldn’t have left.” 

You helped patch him up and the two of you burned the siren’s body. When it was time to finally go to sleep, you crawled back into your bed. Waiting for Dean to come, but he never did. Walking into the living room, you found Dean stretched out on the couch. “Dean, are you coming to bed?” You asked softly. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, sweetheart.” Dean said, looking down. “Oh, okay, yeah I understand. Um, good night, Dean. I love you.” “Good night sweetheart, we will talk tomorrow.” You stood beside the couch for a minute, waiting for him to say “I love you”, but he didn’t. Your heart sank.

You slowly walked back to the bedroom, crawled in the bed and cried into your pillow. Dean heard you crying and wanted to comfort you, but he couldn’t forgive himself for hitting you, or putting your life in danger. He loved you and if he was being honest, he wanted to have children with you. After tonight, he didn’t think that was possible. You could have been killed because of his stupid actions. He refused to risk your life, or the lives of his children. 

He laid on the couch and listened to you cry for hours. His heart broke with every tear that fell and every muffled sob he heard. The urge to go to you and wrap you in his arms grew. He pushed himself off the couch, and made his way to the bedroom. He wasn’t sure if you would let him in, but the ache in his chest, the need to comfort you was too strong. 

Dean saw you laying on the bed, your back to the door and curled in a ball. His heart broke all over again and a tear slipped out. He crawled in the bed and laid behind you. Without warning you turned and buried your face in his chest. Dean wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and felt you relax in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much and I do want to have children with you. I’m just scared.” You lifted your head and looked at him. Your face was tear stained, your eyes red and puffy from crying. Dean still thought you looked so beautiful. “I’m scared too, Dean. I don’t know how to be a wife or a mother, but I know we will figure it out together. I’m scared of dying early and leaving you and our children. Isn’t that what life is about though, being scared to do things, but finding the courage to do it anyway?”

“You’re right sweetheart. I just don’t want to screw up being a husband or father. You and our future children deserve so much more than that.” You looked at Dean, cupped his face, “Dean Winchester, you are one of the kindest, loving, protective men I know. You are going to be an amazing husband and even better father. Look at Sammy. You raised him and he turned out great. You don’t know how to fail. Sure you might mess up, you’re human, but I know you and I know you will do whatever you can to make it right. I love you and I want to marry you and have your children. I trust you with my life, and I would trust you with our children.”

Dean took a shaking breath and he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips, “I love you so much. I would love nothing more than to marry you and have children with you. I know I said earlier I wasn’t sure if I wanted children, but I do. I see a future with you and our children. Living this apple pie life, and occasionally hunting. Our children will live a normal life, Y/N.”

The two of you talked and made a promise to always talk things out, no matter how long it took. You promised not to shut him out, and he promised not to leave and head to the bar. After a few hours of talking, the two of you drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

*Time Jump 6 months* 

You were standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom looking at the outfit you’d picked out for work. Nothing you put on seemed to fit right and you were already nervous. You had finished your degree and were starting at a new job, teaching 1st grade. 

Dean walked in your shared bedroom and wrapped his arms around you. He saw how nervous you were, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek. You leaned into his embrace, “Thank you baby. I don’t feel beautiful.” 

Dean spun you around and pulled you to him, “Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You’re going to be amazing with those kids, and you’re going to be even more amazing with ours.” He placed his hands on your growing belly. You had already started to show, 5 months pregnant with Dean’s little girl. He kissed your lips, “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you something to eat and to work. We don’t want you to be late.” 

You nodded, took one last look in the mirror and cradled your belly. You could feel her little kicks, which got stronger when she heard Dean’s voice. You smiled and left the room. Dean had prepared a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and orange juice. 

Sitting at the kitchen table you started to eat and noticed Dean staring at you. You smiled at him, “What?” “Nothing, I’m just in love with you. I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks. The two of you talked and ate breakfast. When breakfast was done it was time to head to work.

Dean kissed you goodbye and told you to have an amazing day. You loaded your car and kissed Dean goodbye. “I love you Mr. Winchester.” “I love you too, Mrs. Winchester.” You smiled on his lips. As you climbed in the car and grabbed the steering wheel the sun caught the diamond on your finger. 

After the siren, your and Dean’s bond grew stronger. He proposed, you found out you were pregnant about a month later, and the two of you got married. Everything happened so fast, but you were happy, both of you were happy. Dean had been with you every step of the way with the pregnancy, and when he found out you were having a girl, he was even more excited. 

You knew he was going to make an amazing girl dad. 

Driving to work, you knew no matter what you and Dean had each other, your little girl had both of you. As you drove your phone went off with a text message.

Dean: Have a good day. I love my girls.

You smiled and rubbed your belly, “Baby girl, you are so loved and so wanted. You already have your daddy wrapped around your little finger.” You felt her kick and you smiled. “I love you so much, sweet girl.” 

Part 5

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So in the spirit of Valentine’s Day I would like to request Ghost x male reader fic. Ghost and the reader are off for Valentine’s Day and the reader has the whole day planned. First it’s breakfast in bed, then it’s a nice lunch, and last but not least a good home cooked dinner with a little bit of wine. After dinner male reader takes Ghost to their room has him strip, then ties him down, cuts him, chokes him, marks him, degrades him, all while edging him and ruining his orgasm when he gets close. After a while of that the male reader overstimulates and breeds the ever living shit out of him. At the end of the session they are both a mess but the reader gets them cleaned up quickly and the fall asleep in each others arms.

P.s. I hope your health is improving and your not pushing yourself to hard. Also make sure to eat and drink properly. Love ya. 🖤🖤🖤

In favor of the holidays I popped my pussy making this fic for you my friend. Thank you for the little message at the end. To give you news i'm feeling a bit better! I love you too! 🤎🐻🤎

Probably like one of the longest things I ever wrote.

Warnings! HEAVY SMUT, knife kink, name carving, edging, overstimulating, degrading, choking, teasing, handjobs.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X TOP MALE READER

The day before Valentines Price gives the boys a day off, so they can be with family, friends, etc.

Simon is the one driving home as Y/n is deep in his phone in the passenger seat. "Don't you think it's too late to be Valentine shopping." Ghost says glancing at Y/n's phone.

"Yeah, but hey cut me some slack. I'm gonna make tomorrow perfect. For both of us because we deserve it." Y/n answers with a cheesy smile making Simon smile also.

The car ride home was full of conversation and laughter. Both partners talked to the other about whatever was on their mind until they reached home. As they get out of the car Y/n carries all of their bags inside.

"Should we cook or order something?" Y/n asks looking around the house making sure everything's in order. "Let's cook." Simon says taking off his mask ruffling his own hair a bit. "Alright, lets make F/c." Y/n says getting the pans while Simon gets the ingredients for the food. The two cooked side by side helping the other when needed.

Once the food was half way done Y/n gets an idea. "Hey love? Can you take over real quick?" Simon gives Y/n a side eye, but shakes his head yes grumbling something under his breath. "Thanks. I'll be right back." Y/n washes his hands real fast before giving Simon a kiss on the cheek as another thank you. Y/n leaves the kitchen walking to their bedroom before making sure Simon isn't following him or something he closes the door.

Y/n gets on his knees and looks under the bed getting a red heart shaped box from under it. stands up before putting it on his dresser. Y/n goes to his bag zipping it open picking up two knives one big and one small. Y/n puts the knives one on the right side and the other on the left. After that Y/n goes back to his bag getting out a black rope, the one he usually uses on the field. Y/n puts the rope in the middle of the box smiling to himself. Y/n closes the box finding some stuff to decorate it with before putting it in his night dresser.

Y/n walks out of the room going back into the kitchen. "What did I miss?" Y/n asks stalking up behind Simon. Y/n lays his chin on Simon's shoulder watching him cook.

Simon stops what he was doing and turns over to Y/n facing him. Y/n looks down at him with a smile. "I don't trust that smile, Y/n." Simon says feeling Y/n's hands at his waist. Y/n lowers his head giving Simon a passionate kiss using his hands to lift Simon off the ground moving to a clear counter laying Simon on it.

Simon spreads open his legs before wrapping them around Y/n's waist. Y/n stands in between his legs biting down on his neck. Simon tries to move his hands into Y/n's hair, but Y/n stops him holding his wrist down pinning him onto the counter.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me Simon." Y/n darkly says looking into Simon's brown eyes.

Y/n looks down at Simon's hard cock with a smirk and lets go of him walking away from his partner going back to the food. Simon groans getting off the counter walking up behind Y/n grinding onto him for friction.

"Go set the table." Y/n orders him with a smirk. "But--- Yes sir." Simon stops himself from arguing getting clean plates and utensils and setting up the table. Y/n serves the food and puts the leftovers inside a container.

Y/n sits down on his chair watching Simon getting both of them something to drink. Simon sits down in the seat next to Y/n trying to eat the food without trembling. "Fucking hell Simon, come here." Once Simon hears those words out of Y/n's mouth he rushes into his lap.

"Since you only messed up once, i'll let it slide. But do it again you're getting punished." Y/n unbuckles Simon's pants throwing the belt on the floor. Y/n pulls down Simon's pants alongside his underwear pulling them down until Simon's hard cock is out.

"Let's say this is your early Valentines gift." Y/n mumbles against Simon's neck wrapping his hand on his cock giving it a few lazy tugs before jerking him off properly.

Timeskip! Next day!

Y/n walks to the bedroom carefully holding the tray of food. Y/n creaks the door open quietly poking his head inside making sure his partner is still asleep. Y/n uses his foot to open the door fully and walks to Simon's side of the bed putting the tray on the nightstand.

"There." Y/n says mentally before leaving the room. After a while Y/n comes back with orange juice and a bright bouquet of red roses mixed with white. Y/n puts the juice on the tray before putting the flowers next to it.

"Y/n?" Simon's groggily voice rings out catching Y/n's attention. "Good morning love." Y/n says kissing Simon all over his face until he wakes up. "Y/n! I'm awake enough with the kisses." Simon says moving Y/n's face away from his own.

"I made you some breakfast." Y/n tells him helping Simon sit up and lay on the back board. "Jesus Christ ." Simon says with a groan and smile. Y/n puts the tray on Simon's lap.

"Oh here I forgot this." Y/n goes to his bag and takes out a black teddy bear wearing a skull mask. "Soap gave me this suggestion." "Course he did." Simon responds back rolling his eyes in the process. Simon stares at the food with a smile stuck on his face. Y/n sits on the bed next to Simon picking up the fork and stabs it into the sausage lifting it up to Simon's mouth.

"Now you're feeding me?" Simon says in his sarcastic tone opening his mouth letting Y/n feed him. "Shut up and let me spoil you." Y/n says getting more of the food putting it inside Simon's mouth.

"I love ya." Simon says looking to his side smiling at Y/n. "I love you too." Y/n kisses Simon passionately. Y/n pulls away with a smile.

After Simon is done with his food him and Y/n get dressed. "I forgot to thank you for the flowers Y/n." Simon says looking at the bouquet. "No need to thank me. It's Valentine's day i'm just showing you my love." Y/n responds back putting his shoes on.

"Where are we even going." Simon asks walking out of the front door with Y/n following shortly after him.

"An Zoo! But don't worry it's a special one. After that we're gonna have lunch eating with the penguins." Y/n tells him locking the house door behind him.

"Let's just have fun Simon. Relax I got everything under control. Or planned really."

TIMESKIP

It's night by the time Y/n and Simon come back home.

Y/n unlocks the front door opening it for Simon. "After you." Y/n says earning a sarcastic "Thank you." from Simon. Y/n follows in after shutting the door behind him.

"Go to the table alright." Y/n goes into the kitchen already getting the stuff out to cook with.

As Y/n is in the kitchen cooking, Simon finds some romantic candles and lights them putting them around the dinning room. Simon goes into the cabinets getting the most expensive/ fancy wine out. Simon walks inside the kitchen getting two wine glasses out, before walking back into the dining room.

After about twenty minutes or so Y/n comes into the dinning room holding plates of food. "Here ya go~" Y/n says playfully giving one plate to Simon before sitting down next to him. The two of them eat in comfortable silence. It was like there wasn't anything to talk about after from what they did today and either didn't mind it.

Y/n picks up his wine class and raises it up. "A toast. A toast to you and me. to Another perfect Valentine. Cheers." Ghost raises his own glass and clicks it to Y/n's before sipping the drink.

"I got one more surprise for us both to enjoy." Y/n says with a smirk knowing Simon would most definitely enjoy it. "Y/n you already have done so much today, there's really no need." Simon says remembering all of the things Y/n had done. (Even when Y/n almost bought him a penguin.) "Oh shut up. Cmon lets g. Forget everything here we are gonna finish the dinner tomorrow." Y/n says standing out of the chair, Y/n picks up his wine taking a big swing of it while Simon does the same following Y/n.

Y/n takes both glasses setting them down on a dresser before pulling Simon into the bedroom. Y/n shuts the door and turns around staring Simon down. "Strip Simon." Y/n orders walking to his own nightstand opening it pulling out the red heart shaped box out and laying it down on the end of the bed. "Good. I thought sluts like you couldn't listen." Y/n says. "Now, sit on the bed hands behind your back. And legs straight out "

Simon quickly does what hes told laying down in the middle of the bed hands behind his back. Y/n opens the red box grabbing the rope before tying Simon up roughly. Y/n lets out a stiff laugh looking down at Simon. "You're so fucking pathetic. You look so worthless. Letting me treat you like a cheap whore which you are and only going to be." Y/n holds Simon's jaw in a tight grip making him look up at him.

"You love it when I treat you like this huh? Like a cheap toy?" Y/n asks with a smirk on his face. Simon only nods his head yes. In one quick motion Y/n grabs Simon's throat choking him, pinning him to the head board. "Use your words." Y/n whispers into Simon's ear listening to him try to speak. Only gasp and failed words come out of Simon's mouth from needing air.

Y/n lets go of Simon watching Simon try to catch his breath. Y/n eyes travel down on Simon's body until Simon's hard cock catches his attention. "What a fucking slut. You're hard just from that? You're more pathetic than I thought." Y/n teases before getting the box from the edge of the bed.

"I'm not done playing with you yet. Since you're all hard and everything you can wait until i'm done playing. Alright?" "Yes sir." Simon responds back weakly.

Y/n opens the box revealing one big and one small knife Y/n mostly uses for battle. Y/n takes the small one doing a cool knife trick showing it off to Simon. "I'm gonna mark you as mine. Mine and mine only Simon." Y/n says looking for a place to start.

"Lets start with your shoulders. I'm only gonna use the big one just to cut you."

Y/n carefully begins to carve his name into Simon's shoulder. Y/n watches Simon squirm and move around while he tries to work. Y/n moves to the other shoulder carving his L/n into it. Y/n licks all of some blood off Simon's shoulders with a smirk.

Y/n begins to carve his initials into Simon's chest and stomach. Making sure each muscle had his initial. Simon's cock twitch and ache precum already leaking out of the tip making his cock look shiny and all wet.

Once Y/n decides Simon was done with the small knife he picks up the big one. "This one is for just cutting you." Y/n says cutting Simon's thigh as an example. "See, not bad. Because whores like you are into this. You love me treating you like an enemy cutting you." Y/n says with a smirk before cutting Simon all over his body.

"Y-Y/n!~ Pl--ease just fuck me already!" Simon finally cries out with a moan throwing his head back from the pleasure. Y/n puts his hand on Simon's throat forcing him to look at him. Slowly Y/n squeeze and squeeze choking Simon lightly.

"Please Y/n! I-I can't take it anymore..." Simon says groggily from needing air feeling his cock begins to ache. Y/n lets go of Simon's throat before guiding his hand down until he reaches Simon's cock. Y/n uses the precum on Simon's cock to make his hand wet then wraps his hand around Simon's cock jerking him off at a fast pace.

Simon thrust his hips into Y/n's fist eyes watering from pleasure. It doesn't take Simon long until he feels his cock twitch in Y/n's hands. "Y/n! Y/n! I'm bout to cum! going to cum!" Simon moans out squeezing his eyes shut feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n pulls his hand away with a light chuckle before getting off the bed.

"See you in like two or one hour! Depends how long the move is." Y/n says getting a vibrator and lube. Y/n opens the lube and applies it on the toy before moving the toy into Simon slowly.

"Better not cum. If you actually do what you're told i'll breed you nice and deep." Y/n says turning on the vibrator and setting it on its highest setting "Love ya! My own personal fuck toy." Y/n gives Simon a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room and out of the house.

Little timeskip!

After a few hours Y/n comes back into the house holding a tub of popcorn and other leftover snacks he brought with him. Y/n set them all down on the counter before walking into his shared bedroom.

Y/n opens the door seeing Simon moan and whimper tugging on the rope while his legs and thighs tremble.

"And I thought you honesty couldn't do it."

Simon whips his head to the side looking at Y/n's body in the door frame. Y/n walks inside the room shutting it behind him before taking off his own clothes.

"I think you proved me wrong. Little dumb whores like you actually has a brain." Y/n says once hes fully naked. Y/n picks up the control for the vibrator and turns it off.

Y/n unties Simon's legs spreading them wide open before pulling out the vibrator out of Simon slowly. Y/n sits in between Simon's legs lining up his cock to Simon's hole. Y/n thrust his tip inside of Simon before thrusting the rest of his cock inside of him. Simon shoots his load as soon as Y/n was inside of him. Simon paints his stomach and chest white with a long moan escaping his lips. From being edged for hours Simon felt like he was in heaven when he came. Y/n pays no attention and doesn't even give Simon a break from just cumming snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

Y/n pulling out just to slam right back into Simon causing him to moan and scream. Simon's face becomes ruined with tears and drool. Simon's body is moving up at down from Y/n's thrust.

Simon's hard cock is covered in his own cum making the scene even more erotic to look at. Y/n abuses Simon's hole as if he was only a toy not caring about how fast and rough he's being. "B-Breed me! fuckin breed! use me! Plea--se~ just use me. I wanna be your slut! I'm your fuckin slut!" Simon moans out feeling his cock twitch again.

Ghost's moans sounded like he was a pornstar. But his moans were fully real. "Gah!~ Y/n! harder! harder please fuck me harder!" Simon screams throwing his head back.

"Sooo good! Y/n your fuckin me so good!"~Simon listens to the bed creak and shake from Y/n's thrust. And he loves it. He hopes that their neighbors can hear him. He loves the way Y/n makes him feel and he isn't afraid of saying it (or really moaning it.) Simon cums again even harder from his last load even some landing onto Y/n.

The grip Y/n has on Simon's waist is most likely going to bruise, but neither of them didn't care.

Thrust after thrust Y/n feels his orgasm nearing. At this point Simon could barely keep his eyes open. "Breed me! Cum inside me! Please please please breed me Y/n!" Simon begs feeling Y/n's cock twitch inside him. Y/n lowers his body so he's able to kiss Simon. The two makeout sloppily moaning into the others mouth. Y/n finally cums deep inside Simon. Y/n paints Simon's walls white pulling away from the heated makeout laying his head on shoulder as slowly thrust into him.

After Y/n rides out his high he pulls out watching his own load leak out of Simon before finding a plug to keep it all inside.

Simon breathes heavy on the bed watching Y/n walk around the room getting towels for the both of them. Y/n quickly unties Simon and cleans the mess of his stomach and chest.

Y/n begins to clean his own body before putting the towels in a basket to get washed later.

Simon is quick to wrap his arms around Y/n like Y/n was a branch and he was the koala. Y/n wraps his arms around Simon holding him in the same hold Simon has him.

THE END

[vigilanteshtagain]

HEADCANONS BECAUSE I'M BORED

GOJO

- Uses Instagram the way Millennials do (the first and seconds year's get second hand embarrassment)

- Drives like a maniac. Yaga has explicitly forbidden him to drive students around

- NEVER washes his blindfold, and if anyone suggests he should wash it he will get offended

- Cooks very well but settles for takes outs and fancy dinners with his students because he HATES to eat alone and has no one to share his food with back home, makes him even lonelier

- HAS to smell good ALL the time, and has a collection of different colognes, each one for specific ocassions

- Enjoyed taking Megumi to the park and playing with him, and wishes he wouldn't have grown up so fast

- Made hand crafted albums of every single little thing Megumi and Tsumiki have done, bad portraits of him and all

- Kissed sucked Geto's toes at some point, I'm not sorry

- Nevers answers the phone, much to Yaga's annoyance

- His heart warms up whenever his students bring him little gifts, like sweet pastries

- Defends his students with his LIFE, but this is canon already

- Is an ugly crier, like really bad. He yells when he cries. Shoko just stays there giving him the foulest glare.

GETO

- Refuses to cut his hair, no matter how many times Mimiko and Nanako have complained about finding long hairs plastered on the shower walls

- Keeps photos of his time in Jujutsu High in a box, and looks at them on lonely nights (specially photos of Gojo and him SHUT UP THIS IS CANON TO ME)

- Is allergic to nuts

- Has considered getting Mimiko and Nanako a pet, maybe a dog or a cat (I see them more as cats people)

- Definitely drew Gojo's eyes in the middle of class, multiple times because he couldn't get the colors "right"

- Is a tea person

- Sleeps like a victorian child on their deathbed, he's way too dramatic

- Tax evader

NANAMI

- Shops EXCLUSIVELY in brand stores. Dior, Channel, Gucci, you name it.

- Owns an air frier, uses it to it's maximum capacity. As soon as he got one, pots, pans and stoves doesn't exist to him anymore (I don't even know why I included this)

- Is in desperate need of a pet, this man needs some love and comfort in his life but his job as a sorcerer makes it difficult to have one

- Doesn't actually hate Gojo, he just gets heavily annoyed by him. After all, Gojo and Shoko are the only "close" classmates he has left.

- Pets stray dogs and cats on the streets and feeds them whenever he has time

- Actually likes that horrendous tie

- Knows how to play an air instrument, not sure which one but definitely knows how to play at least one

NOBARA

- Follows every beauty and fashion influencer, her for you page is flooded with that

- She's a Tini fan no doubt, La Triple T on repeat for days

- Can't dance to save her life

- Shows her affection through quality time

- Certified Barb along with Yuji, Nicki Minaj's biggest fans. Megumi acts like he doesn't care but he is just as Barb as they are.

- Her cf on Instagram is basically her day to day with the idiots she calls classmates (She likes to document them to have memories for the future)

- Actually very good at math, despite her not liking numbers.

- Gets road rage even if she's not the one driving

- Got Megumi into skincare

- The first one to propose a movie night between the first and second year's, she likes when all of them hang out

- She's the type to create a group chat to plan a birthday party for her friends and organizes everything

- Has a free pass to everyone's dorm, like she sees the door open and enters just to hang out, SHE DOESN'T CARE

- She enjoys training with the second years, specially Maki (NOBAMAKI FOR THE WIN)

- She gives practical gifts

- Gets way too much into TikTok drama, it's the only thing she'll talk about for days and it's overwhelming

YUJI

- Had a dog when he was little, probably named it something cheesy

- Likes reggaeton, in love with Karol G (a ver, quién no?), Jennifer Lawrence who

- Sunset pictures fill up his camera roll

- Doesn't like needles, still gets nervous when he get shots or vaccines

- He does this thing where he chews really fast whenever the food it's too hot to eat instead of letting it cool down. I don't know how to explain it but it's painful to watch, Megumi and Nobara smacks him on the head for that

- Definitely the type to bake a cake for his friend's birthdays, he bakes it with so much love I'm crying

- Gets his feelings hurt rather easily but he is quick to forgive

- Knows every single trending celebrity gossip and talks about it with Nobara and Megumi

- A KING at dancing, he can dance pretty much anything

- He gives very well thought gifts, like he really puts effort and pay attention to what his friends like

- He calls Nanami just to see how he is doing, needless to say Nanami is deeply touched by this

- Snores so bad Sukuna thought he was going to choke the first nights after Yuji ate the finger, now it's just background noise for him

MEGUMI

- Cuddles with his shikigamis on cold nights, and takes his demon dogs on walks

- He's very reliable, the first one out of his friends to find solutions to a problem

- SMART, but this is already canon

- Taught his demon dogs to steal and hide Gojo's clothes just to mess with him, he's a MENACE

- CAN'T TAKE A JOKE, he doesn't understand TikTok references it's so annoying.

- He looks like he's mad all the time when he's out, so bad sometimes people glare at him unprovoked

- The type to say no whenever someone asks him to do something but ends up doing it anyway

- Has thought about getting a tattoo related to his shikigamis in the future, but he's not really sure if he's going to get it done (Probably his demon dogs mark or Mahoraga's wheel because God he thinks about summoning it first thing in the morning, "With this treasure I summon" in italics tattooed on his forearm)

- Neat freak, NEEDS to have his room clean and organized at all times (if he doesn't, that will be his last straw and will summon Mahoraga)

- Gives well thought gifts, but plays it off and says it's nothing

- Bad grammar makes him wince, needless to say he has perfect grammar. His essays are perfect.

- He was that annoying child that corrected everyone whenever they said something wrong, like "Um, actually you're wrong because-", UGH. He's still like that but now he just throws a nasty glare and corrects them.

- His love language is acts of service but quality time is also important to him (despite how he pretends to hate hanging out with Yuji and Nobara)

- A very decent driver, Gojo taught him despite how he drives like a beast

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Sorry this was too long, but one thing led to another. Jjk brain rot is consuming me.

[hihigherdi]

A long time ago when Trump was first in office, I had a sustained two week anxiety attack, convinced we were going to experience a significant war and I had to be prepared. I’d just gotten a big bonus and I spent a ton of it on survivor gear - all of those buckets of rice, beans, dehydrated food, camping gear, solar lights - so much more. I made go bags for work, my car and home. The primary one was stolen when I first moved in here via a break in where thieves stole a lot of stuff people were storing in the garage. The backpack was in my parking spot - poof, gone.

I lugged so much of it here - over the years I’ve slowly simplified it but I’ve been a little afraid to let all of it go. it started this habit of buying extras - why not buy three Justin’s boxes of peanut butter packets even though I only need one? Why not have five ketchups so I never run out?

When R was here organizing, I *saw* it - all of the canned food that had expired, all of the stuff I was keeping in the pantry that I didn’t use because I didn’t even know I had it. She gently said “if you feel like you want to bake cookies, you can just zip over to the store and buy flour.” Part of it was never having enough food when we were little - we could afford it, my mom just never bought enough for us. It’s why I’d drive around on Christmas looking for snack food before all the kids came over. Granted, that could be my food insecurity speaking and my filter was grounded from that, it’s a very likely possibility.

Anyway. R is coming back for my last infusion bringing her BFF A who is an organizer and a professional chef. She’s going to organize so much of my stuff but the deal is, I only have what I really want to keep, consider getting rid of the extras of things I don’t need (including three spatulas, etc) and focusing on keeping what I love and use for myself every week instead of all of the imaginary dinner parties I throw in my head. So that’s what I’ve done today, after…11 hours of sleep? I’ve been slowly whittling it all down and it feels so great. I’m 90% done. It’s not as much as I thought but it’s just so good to let it go.

My surgery is tentatively scheduled for October 01, pending what happens with this biopsy on Friday. That feels lightning fast. My last chemo infusion is next Wednesday - I’m not going to lie, I’m afraid of it based on this last one, I was so debilitated by the fatigue, I had more hair shedding than usual, no appetite and the peripheral neuropathy was hard so I’m going to try to freeze my hands and feet during the infusion to prevent it. It has definitely lessened, thank God but it’s not gone away entirely. It can take a long time.

I cry so frequently these days, even writing that it’s the last one. I’ve held it all together for five months, and I can feel the emotional and mental reserves I’ve leaned on to that beginning to crumble. That’s probably good. Things are starting to get……thin when I’m sleeping. My dreams are wild and I heard repeated knocking three times last night. My cats were on high alert. I pit myself in a golden bubble and reminded myself that I live in a building where people could be knocking at other doors, not likely at 3am but it helped. I stayed up until 4:30am watching The Office and then slept hard until 9am.

I’m numb when I think of the MRI biopsy on Friday, two of my worst things happening at the same time is like a cruel joke (biopsies aren’t painful but just traumatic waiting for the results). I’m strong - I can and will do this. And then chemo, and then the surgery which completely freaks me out - I have a massive fear of “going under” - and then I’ll know what happens after those biopsies come back.

In talking about work, my oncologist recommend that I extend my leave of absence to at least March of next year. The neuropathy is concerning her as are my cognitive tests, and I think for a living. She reminded me how they have taken my body to the point of decline where the basics work but there’s a lot of damage. And the mental damage of all of the biopsies on top of that, she thinks I need time. I agree with her. So I’m going to pursue that, it means I live on a lot less and I don’t think I am guaranteed a job when I go back but I’m not worried about that.