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Tristan
Favorite thing about them: His personality. I know many people joke around about him just being sad but he is more than that. (He is also insane-) What more can I say, I just love people who are very thoughtful and calm.
(Also his bow/harp its design is really beautiful)
Least favorite thing about them: I actually donât really have one⌠maybe let him be more insane like he is shown in the movie
Favorite line: his voice line for Lancelot đ âLet us once again converse in elegance about forbidden love together! Though now I suddenly feel though all eyes upon usâ
BrOTP: Lancelot and him are funny as friends and I think together with him he can often let his rater cold and distanced personality set aside.
OTP: I donât really ship them like actively but Bedivere and Tristan are probably my fav for him. They both should heal!
NOTP: I donât really have a ship I hate for him. Just keep it normal and ur good
Random headcanon: as someone who did archery I just headcanon that he actually put his hair in a ponytail cause shooting with hair open is absolutely annoying. I know he doesnât do that but I shall teach him the benefits to it.
Unpopular opinion: Tristan should have gotten an Saber version more than an Archer. I will die on this hill and wait for an version of it.
Favorite picture of them:
#i would go on my knees for that man and kiss his hand and bow#cook him a nice meal and let him talk#asides yea I really love him <3#the only thing i didnt understand about him was that scene in the movie#where he was alone with Gawain and âcut his eyes?â you couldnât see anything someone please explain it to me#also Iâm begging everyone to read more about him#he is very underrated!!!#fgo#fate grand order#fate#fate go#tristan#ask meme#anon
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sukuna lets yuuji wear his jersey
a/n: this drabble contains angst that i didnât want to spoil in the title (iâm so bad with titles yâall PLS bare with me okay)
college!sukuna masterlist
You know how football players usually give their jerseys to their girlfriends? College!Sukuna gives his to his little brother Yuuji.
Youâre not big on sports, but Sukuna asked you to watch Yuuji a couple of times because he had âpractice at the ass crack of dawnâ. Seeing how ripped he is (you may or may not have walked in on him shaving his beard one time while he only had a towel wrapped around his waist) you already thought he did some kind of sport, but you never cared enough to ask him about it. Itâs not until 6 months into your forced proximity that you come to know heâs actually really popular on campus.
It happens randomly. You just finished playing monopoly with Yuuji and youâre listening to your sweet little companion tell you he wants to help you cook this evening. Youâre discussing what meal to cook when Sukuna comes home, late, as he did every day this week. He throws his gym bag near the living room door, gets his shoes off and grunts as a form of acknowledgment.
âYou know, dogs usually bark more than you to say hi. Imagine being worse than an animal,â you say, not even looking at him, picking up the little plastic houses distributed on your table.
âImagine never shutting the fuck up,â he answers, ruffling his still wet hair from a shower he must have taken not too long ago, not sparing you a glance either. You scowl, watching the water droplets fall on the freshly cleaned (by you) floor. Well, you have to admit he does look hot in his black hoodie. Black compliments his face tattoos really well, you think.
âBro! Language!â His mini counterpart exclaims from in front of you, putting his hands on his hips, frowning. He looks like an old lady. A really cute and young old lady.
âYeah, Sukuna, language,â you snort, flipping Sukuna off behind your back when Yuuji isnât watching. The tattoed man, still standing by the door, narrows his eyes at you when you turn your back on him. Yuuji goes into his room to put the game away and leaves you two alone.
âYouâre lucky I need the fucking money to live here or I wouldâve fed your body to the really nice dogs who say hi by now,â your roommate says lowly, coming behind you and pushing you out of the way to lay on the couch. He pushes you harder than usual, so you stumble and bump your thigh on the table, muttering ouch and pouting. Youâre pretty sure he didnât control his strength like he usually does in your playful banters. You sit down to rub your sore spot, waiting for Yuuji to come back and start cooking with you, while he just puts his hood on his head and closes his eyes.
âIs this how you treat a lady?â You mumble, at which he scoffs, not even bothering to answer. As a natural conversation starter, you try to think of something to say. You think he looks like he could use a conversation, anyway. Heâs been more distant this last week, but he always had his emo moments, so you didnât think too much about it. Today his mood is darker than usual though, and for some reason, after six months of living together, that doesnât sit well with you.
"How was tod-"
"Fine," He interrupts you. You're stunned by his roughness.
âListen, tomorrow I was thinking of going-â
âCan you shut the fuck up?" He curtly barks, one of his eyebrows ticking.
You frown. "Hey, I was just-"
"Iâm not joking. Shut up. Stop talking for one fucking day. God, youâre so fucking annoying,â he grits out, scrunching his eyes even more. At this, you close your mouth fast. Well, maybe he didnât look like he wanted to have a conversation, at the end of the day.
After his outburst, the silence inside the living room is deafening.
You donât want it to, but the tone he uses stings, even if you try not to let it get under your skin. You thought you two had become close enough to joke around this way, but you apparently guessed wrong. You just wanted to help, and he just shut you completely out. You just wanted to be a good⌠friend? Are you even friends?
Yuuji gets back and you stand up from the floor, going toward the kitchen. You wince when you put your weight on your leg.
You inhale deeply, reigning yourself in. âWhat do you think about⌠quesadillas?â You ask the little one calmly, and you see him beam.
âYes, please! I want to learn how to make them good like you-â
âKid, thereâs a game tomorrow. Wanna come?â Sukuna interrupts you two. Heâs still sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, but now he has his arms crossed too.
âHell yeah!â Yuuji answers, jumping with his little fist in the air. Sukuna hums.
âGotta tell coach. You still have the jersey from last time, yeah?â He asks, getting up from the couch and rolling his left shoulder. When it pops, he grimaces in pain a little.
âOf course I do,â the kid proudly says, looking up at his big brother with stars in his eyes. Standing next to each other they look like the ghost of the past and the ghost of the future from A Christmas Carol. Yuuji is dressed in bright yellow while if Sukuna had any more black on him heâd be a shadow. A chill runs up your spine. Spooky.
âGood,â Sukuna rasps out, solemnly getting the palm of his hand on his little brotherâs head.
You start preparing the ingredients for dinner. âAre you eating with-â
âIâm going to sleep,â he interrupts you once again. He still hasnât looked you in the eyes since he entered the apartment. You turn away, not wanting Yuuji to feel the shift in your mood by looking at your face.
âGoodnight, bro,â Yuuji says cheerfully. Your other roommate rushes inside his room, locking it from inside, and you and Yuuji are left standing in front of the stove in silence.
âOh. Well,â you start talking again awkwardly, a fake chuckle coming through. âI guess that means heâs not eating with us,â you tell Yuuji, getting back to preparing the ingredients for your dinner, now for two.
âItâs a big game, you know,â Yuuji whisper shouts from next to you, overstuffing his quesadilla. âI already knew about it, but it feels nice when he asks me to go,â the kid continues, a small smile ever present on his lips. Your gaze softens.
âWhat sport and position are we talking about?â You ask him, handing him a piece of cheese to chew on while you finish preparing everything.
âHeâs a quaftef bafck. Heâf capftainf too,â Yuuji answers between bites. So heâs a football player. His strength makes sense now.
âYou seem really proud of him, Yuuji,â you tell him sweetly, adoring the way heâs trying to get his point across by waving his hands in the air a lot.
He gulps down the cheese. âYeah, big bro always lets me wear his jersey. He told me that if someone annoying has to be wearing it, then he might as well give it to me,â he smiles, big, while you inwardly cringe. Couldnât be Sukuna if he didnât say something that felt more like an insult than a compliment.
âWhy is it an important game?â You ask, preparing one more quesadilla.
âBecause he just became captain! Itâs his first game as a captain!â The kid tells you, jumping a little on his chair and watching you, excited. Oh, is that why he looked like a bird just shat on him the whole week?
âWell, then you have to be his top supporter, donât you think?â
The next morning, you wake up early to go grocery shopping. You wanted to ask Sukuna to come with you yesterday, but after the way he probably didnât even notice he treated you, you really donât feel like it. You get out of your bedroom door and are met with the sight of Yuuji already wearing his brotherâs way too big jersey. You snap a pic when heâs still turned around. He looks so cute.
You go toward him, who is conveniently also toward the apartment exit. He hears your footsteps and looks at you expectantly.
âCan you help me tie the scarf?â He asks you, said scarf still in his hands. It's full of little drawings of tigers, which he told you are the mascots of the football team.
âOf course Yuuji. You look so good today, I bet your brother is really happy, mh?â You smile, getting at his eye level and wrapping the piece of cloth around his neck.
âI think heâs almost ready too!â He says, raising his eyebrows. Then, he assumes a confused expression. âWait, arenât you coming? I thought we were going together.â
You hesitate.
âI have to go grocery shopping today,â you answer, averting your gaze.
âCanât it wait? Itâs a really big game,â Yuuji pouts.
You hesitate again.
âI donât think your brother wants me there, Yuuyuu,â you softly smile, trying to be nonchalant, finally securing the scarf and standing back up. You try not to look into the little boyâs eyes, because youâre sure you arenât that good at masking your feelings.
âBut he was-â
âBrat, are you ready?â Comes Sukunaâs voice from down the hall. You push Yuuji toward the approaching footsteps, mouthing Go! Heâs talking to you! The child looks back at you like he wants to tell you something, but you ignore it. You hastily open the door to get out, managing to catch Sukunaâs gaze only a spare second before closing it behind your back. You stiffen. Then, you walk away.
Inside the apartment, Sukuna puts on a confused expression, matching his siblingâs one.
âWhere did she go? Nevermind. Weâre late, Yuuji. Run, or Iâll leave you here,â he hurries out, grabbing his house keys, hands sweating and feet carrying him to the stadium, while Yuuji tries to follow him.
When the Itadori brothers come back home, Yuuji screaming and Sukuna grinning like a madman for his teamâs victory, youâre not there.
âAwh, I wanted to let her know you won,â says Yuuji pouting. In your place, thereâs a sticky note on the fridge, which looks like itâs been there since this morning. In the haste of leaving, they both didn't notice it.
Go Tigers!!! P.S. for Sukuna: I left some quesadillas in the fridge. Good luck, captain.
Yuuji claps his hands, saying you must have made more yesterday after dinner when he was asleep, happy to be eating something good two days in a row. Meanwhile, Sukuna canât take his eyes off the little piece of paper.
âYo, do you know where she went to this morning?â He asks Yuuji, who is getting out a plate to microwave the food.
âShe said she went grocery shopping. She said you didnât want her at the game,â his little brother responds, lightly and not worried at all, like this is a reoccurring conversation.
âWhat?â Scoffs Sukuna, baffled, whipping his head toward his brotherâs. When did he ever say something like that?
âWell, she said she thought you didnât want her there,â specifies Yuuji, shrugging, getting two forks and two knives to put on the kitchen table. âI tried telling her you bought her a ticket too! But I donât know, she seemedâŚâ he stops, thinking about the correct words to say, now looking directly at his big brotherâs eyes. âShe seemed sad,â he finishes, muttering.
Right then, a tube of cream for bruises put near the coffee machine catches Sukunaâs eyes. He grits his teeth. He thinks back to yesterday, and to the way you rushed out this morning. To the way you obviously tried to ignore him when you locked his gaze. To the way your ticket never left his pocket, because he never properly asked you to come.
Suddenly, the words on the sticky note burn on his skin like a fresh tattoo.
Shit.
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Eddie seemed to have zero impulse control when he's not actively thinking about it. After Vecna Eddie moved in with Steve because he and Wayne didn't have a new place yet, plus, Wayne was living out of a motel. It was not a place for someone with wounds like his. Also, he was still waiting to be cleared of all charges. Steve was well enough to take care of Eddie. The metalhead was still in a lot of pain and on as many painkillers as he was allowed the first time that it happened. Steve was leaning over to fluff his pillows, and his lips were close to Eddie's face. It was all Steveâs fault, really. Eddie was thinking about how pretty his lips were when he decided to grab Steve by the back of the neck.
"What are - MMHH!"
Eddie brought his lips to his, and it was the sweetest kiss that Steve had ever experienced. It had left his lips feeling all tingly. Steve could easily pass it off on the fact that Eddie was high, and that was exactly what he did do. He never brought it up or told anyone about it. . .not even Robin. He really couldn't ignore it, though, when it happened a second time.
Eddie was feeling a lot better and could move around the house a lot more. Steve had finally been able to cook dinner for the both of them after living off other people's cooking and takeout while they both healed. They had finished eating when Eddie lumbered over to him and spun him around, cupping his face.
"That was the best home-cooked meal I've ever eaten - MUAH!" Eddie exclaimed, kissing him square on the mouth. "You go settle down. I'll handle the clean-up, big boy."
Steve had frozen a little. Surely, Eddie knew what he was doing? Since he hadn't brought it up, Steve decided not to bring it up either. . .except when it happened a third time. Eddie was completely healed, and he was able to be let out of the house since he was he officially cleared of all charges. He wanted to meet up with Corroded Coffin at Gareth's since they refused to come over to Steve's house despite the fact that Steve had told them they were welcome anytime. Even though he understood where they were coming from, it still stung that they refused to even try to get to know him. Anyways, Eddie was on his way out the door except for the fact that his keys were lying on the counter.
"Hey, did you forget something?" Steve asked.
"Oh, right," Eddie said, twirled around and kissed him while scooping up the keys. Then he was gone.
Okay, he really couldn't ignore it this time. Steve really needed to talk to someone about the kisses and about how much he liked them. He needed to know what that meant, and he knew exactly what kind of conversation this would turn out to be.
"Eddie keeps kissing me," Steve said as soon as Robin got in the car.
"I'm sorry, what?" Robin said, blinking.
"You know how Eddie's really affectionate," Steve replied. "Does it bother you when he kisses you?"
"Oh, you mean like kissing on the forehead and the cheek? No, I think it's sweet, actually," Robin said and rolled her eyes. "Are you feeling a little insecure in your masculinity because a man is getting a little affectionate with you?"
"What?! No, I don't mind getting affection from a man, Robin. You know I hug Argyle all the time," Steve said. "I'm just wondering why Eddie kisses me on the mouth and he doesn't do that with anyone else."
"Stop the car!" Robin screamed, and Steve pulled over the side, parking the car.
"Jesus, Robin!" Steve exclaimed.
"Eddie's been kissing you on the MOUTH?!" Robin asked.
"Yeah. He doesn't do that with you?" Steve asked.
"No, I think that's a treat only for you," Robin said.
"But why? We're both straight," Steve said. "I mean, I'm not trying to complain or anything, it's nice but why is he doing it?"
"You like it when he kisses you?" Robin asked.
"Yeah," Steve shrugged. "If I were into men, I'd be asking him on a date, but I'm not gay, Robin. . .well, maybe just for Eddie. Is it possible to be gay just for one person?"
"I mean, maybe, but I doubt that it's the case here," Robin said. "Usually, I would probably let you figure this out for yourself, but considering how long you kept it hidden that you like Nancy Drew, it might just take a while. . .do I have permission to rip off the band-aid?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess," Steve asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, how the hell were you so sure about Vickie and completely clueless about yourself?" Robin asked.
"Are you still on it that I totally called it about Vickie being a lesbian before you did?" Steve asked.
"She's not a lesbian, dingus," Robun said.
"Okay, I was pretty sure that you two were dating. Robin, she's clearly into you, so I'm pretty sure you have a shot," Steve said.
"Yeah, we are dating but she's not a lesbian," she said.
"I'm so confused," Steve said.
"In more ways than one," Robin said.
"Robin, we're going to be late for work," Steve said.
"Vickie is a bisexual," Robin said. "She likes more than one gender."
"Oh. . .oh, like David Bowie!" Steve exclaimed. "Right?!"
"Right," Robin said.
"Oh my god!" Steve said. "My Tom Cruise obsession suddenly makes sense - I didn't want to be him - "
"Not to mention, all those times you've stared openly at Eddie along with his posters of Eddie Van Halen and Kirt Hammel. . . "
"Kirk Hammett, Robin," Steve scoffed. "Eddie would rip you a new one for getting that one wrong."
"But you knew it because Eddie did," Robin said.
"I like him," Steve said with wide eyes.
"Yeah, buddy. Are you going to need a minute?" Robin said.
"Nah, I'm fine. I actually feel really good about it," Steve grinned.
"Not even a little freak out?" She asked.
"Nope!"
"Lucky bitch," Robin muttered.
"I'm sorry, the next time I have a realization about myself, I'll make sure to give you the freak out that you deserve," Steve said.
"That's all I'm asking," Robin said.
They spent the morning shift talking about Eddie and what he'd say to him once he got home. Steve debated on giving him flowers or not, or a stuff animal. He decided on a stuffed animal because that was more permanent, as Robin had pointed out. They were just about to take their break for lunch when Eddie strolled in.
"Hey," Steve said brightly. "I was just thinking about you."
"Yeah?" Eddie asked and leaned against the counter. "That's good to know."
Eddie leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. This time, Steve responded to it, cupping Eddie's face as he deepened the kiss. He could feel Eddie smile against his lips. Steve heard Robin scrambling to lock the front door and close the newly installed blinds. Eddie wrapped his arms around him, nearly climbing over the counter to do it. Finally, Robin coughed loudly and they broke apart.
"Hi," Steve said breathlessly.
"Hi," Eddie said. "I got something for you."
He climbed over the counter and sat down in front of him. He pulled out a rock and handed it to Steve.
"It looks like a guitar pick," Steve said with a grin.
"I thought you could use it for good luck," Eddie said.
"That's very sweet, thank you," Steve said, blushing. "I'm going to keep it forever."
"So, your boyfriend did good?" Eddie asked.
"Boyfriend?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, I know we're taking things slow, but I was hoping that you'd consider me being your boyfriend," Eddie said.
"Yeah, uh, it's just - it might be the concussions, but I don't remember asking you out or you asking me out," Steve said.
"Oh, you definitely asked me out," Eddie said.
"Oh, God, Robin. The doctor said if I started having memory problems - " Steve said with wide eyes. "I'd definitely remember asking you out."
"Honey! I'm sure it's fine!" Eddie exclaimed. "Robin was there, she'll tell you!"
"I was NOT!" Robin yelled, her eyes going wide. "Or was I? Oh, god, what if I hit my head and I don't remember?! I'd remember my best friend asking out a man!"
"Okay, don't panic, Robin, we'll call Hopper - " Steve started to say.
"You really don't remember?!" Eddie shrieked.
"No!" Robin and Steve yelled.
"Seriously, Robin, you were there, and you turned into a giant duck which, by the way, is rude because you know about my fear of ducks!" Eddie yelled.
"Oh, Eddie, goddamnit, was this a dream?" Steve asked.
"You know what? Now that I'm thinking about it, I think it might have been a dream," Eddie said.
"Okay, those looks you've been giving me make a lot more sense," Robin said. "Have you been living in fear of me randomly turning into a duck, like I'm some sort of. . .wereduck?"
"I don't know, your name's Robin, and we've all been through crazy shit. . .anything is possible," Eddie said.
"Aww, and you've hugged me even though you're scared of ducks," Robin cooed.
"Well, it's my fear, my responsibility. It's not your fault," Eddie said and then looked at her. "But you're not, though, right?"
"No, Eddie," she said softly and then affectionately, "You dingus."
"This whole time. . .," Eddie trailed off. "We haven't actually been dating. You never asked me out."
Eddie started to scramble off of the counter when Steve grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Let's fix that. . .Eddie Munson, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Steve asked.
"Fuck yeah, I do," Eddie grinned.
He grabbed the back of Steveâs head and crashed their lips together. Eddie sighed and leaned his forehead against Steveâs.
"No one better fucking wake me up," Eddie breathed and Steve laughed.
"Oh God! I think my nose is turning into a bill - quack, quack!"
"Robin!"
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might I request how tf 141 tries to turn you on maybe? Sorry kind of a weird request you donât have to do it if you donât want to ;-;
Not a weird request at all, anon! Hope you enjoy! 18+ only, GN!Reader
Price
Three words: full body massage
That man loves to get his hands on you, and it doesnât even have to be sexual in nature, honestly. Any opportunity to touch you, to caress you, to help ease the tension from your body, heâll gladly take it (and if afterwards youâll let him ease himself into you, well, thatâs just an added bonus đ)
He might use special rollers or electric massagers sometimes, but mostly he just sticks to those big, strong hands of his
He'll start by slicking up his palms with some oil, warming it up before he applies it to your skin
Beginning with your shoulders, heâll slowly work his way down your body, paying special attention to the areas you need most targeted
Aside from those tender spots, heâll also be sure to focus on a few of your more erogenous zones, namely your thighs and your ass (he's an ass man for sure)
By the time he's finished, you're all supple and pliant before him, but thereâs something else too â a sort of warm, fluttery feeling in your gut
Luckily, he knows just the remedy for that sensation. And oh! Would you look at that? You're already in his favorite position: prone
Ghost
We all know he tends to be a man of few words, and this applies to every environment he finds himself in
âŚAt least, every environment outside the bedroom, that is
Because when he's in the mood, you best hold on tight to your pants if you don't want them flying off from how he talks to you (but, I guess, your pants coming off is his end goal anyway)
You'll just be going about your day, minding your business, when you'll get a call from him while heâs âbusyâ at work
He'll start off casual at first, inquiring about your day, your plans for the night, etc., but it won't take long for the conversation to steer to the real reason for his call: to describe the way he's going to fuck you when he gets home
He'll go into excruciating, toe curling detail about all the things he's going to do to you; just how good heâs going to fuck you until you forget your own name
I hope you're not in public when you take his call, otherwise you better have the poker face of a lifetime if you don't want to make a scene in front of several dozens of witnesses
Gaz
He's a big romantic at heart, so rather than just going straight for the bedroom, he'll slowly work his way up to it over the course of the evening
First, he'll treat you to a nice dinner â either by cooking it himself or by taking you to that fancy restaurant you love but think is much too expensive for every day dining
Beneath dimmed, romantic lighting, together you'll share a delicious meal, a glass or two of wine, and of course a tasty dessert to cap it all off
The conversation will be light and pleasant (nothing unbecoming whatsoever), but while he might not outright voice the plans he has for you later in the night, that look he keeps giving you from across the table speaks volumes
When youâve finished your meal and gradually made your way back home/to the bedroom, even then he still isn't done buttering you up just yet
He'll put on some slow music, maybe light a couple candles to really set the mood, even draw you both a bath if you're feeling up to it
Once he does finally take you to bed, it'll be a seamless transition from an evening overflowing with desire and passion
Soap
âSubtletyâ is not really a word in his vocabulary, so most of the time when he's horny, he's just turning to you and asking if you want to fuck
However, sometimes when you need a little more build up than that, he has a few tried and true methods he knows will work you up
He'll change so that heâs walking around your flat wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, mind you
Whilst wearing said sweatpants, he'll proceed to stretch and flex around you, showing off all those muscles he knows you love, as well as highlighting a few other assets he knows drives you crazy (i.e. bulge printtttt đ)
He'll then get really touchy with you, starting innocent at first â brushing an eyelash from your cheek, straightening the neck of your shirt â before he gets more and more brazen with his petting
And when he's real close like that, leaning right into your ear, heâll mutter soft praises to you: telling you how beautiful you look, how good you smell, how soft your skin is where heâs touching just there
By the time he finally goes to ask if you want to have sex, he doesn't even get the words out before you're jumping him like a wild animal. All according to planâŚ
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Johnny and Simon aren't used to domesticity beyond what they can give each other in the quiet of the barracks. They haven't been together quite long enough to share a leave the way they'd like to. But when you came along, and chirped about on one of your weekly calls to them about how they should both just stay at your flat in London when they come back, so the three of you aren't all separated, they couldn't say no.
They didn't know what to expect, duffel bags in hand and covered in grime, sticking out like weeds on the cleanliness of your doorstep. "Door's unlocked" you had told them over the phone when they said they were on their way. Simon does Johnny the favor of opening the door first, stepping inside to cover him as if they're still on the field. But they're not met with gunfire or yelling, not even empty silence. The television is on low, playing a random football (because it is football, birdie) match and the house smells of cinnamon and something hearty bubbling on the stove.
They aren't used to the excited call of your voice from the kitchen, the sound of soft, socked feet padding on the floor towards them. You in a large shirt (one of Johnny's,) and a pair of leggings. They're almost frozen when you take their bags, dropping them to the floor and pulling them both towards you for a hug while you murmur about how you missed them.
But they like it. It's not much different than a shared tray of food in the barracks, followed by a fitful rest on a too hard mattress pad and scratchy sheets. Except it is. It's a shared meal, home cooked, the best thing they think they've ever tasted. It's you checking them over for injury not so subtly as they scarf down their plates, daring to ask for seconds to indulge both themselves and you. A shower, for both of them while you clean up, hot water and soap that smells like you.
They whisper conversation in the shower, about how different and nice it is. Johnny does more of the talking than Simon, who scrubs Johnny's back the way he likes while he listens to Johnny ramble quietly about their lass. About when did she learn to cook like that? About how he never wants to go back to his place, how he could stay here and let her feed him his weight in roast until it was time to leave again. Simon who indulges him with nods and grunts, but who's really thinking about a neat glass of bourbon and having you two draped over his lap where he can bask in your shared warmth because in his mind he's already used to this. He already knows he wants more.
It's Johnny passing out on your couch, drooling onto the armrest, a leg thrown over Simon's lap and a full belly. You coming into the living room with a mug of hot tea for the man left awake. Sitting down next to him and leaning against his side, asking him questions about where work took them and if he needs anything while you comb your fingers through his damp hair, occasionally stopping to catch a stray drop of water with your fingers. Once the cup has gone cold and theres no liquid left, you let him sit in silence as well, not speaking, only lightly pressing your lips to the stubble of his jaw and whispering that you have a surprise for him. Leaving the living room and coming back with a bottle of his favorite. Whispering about how you asked Johnny to make sure this was the right one as you burrowed your way back under his arm. And as he presses a kiss to your forehead, traces circles along your shoulder with his fingers while the other holds the bottle of bourbon on his lap, he thinks Johnny was right.
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âRealistic Simon âGhostâ Riley headcanonsâ and then itâs just the fun police.
Mdni. Nsfw below cut.
- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon âGhostâ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe heâd need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when heâs feeling angsty. He is fine, yâall. Please donât call paw patrol.
He is a soldier. Heâs a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.
I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.
- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.
Furthest theyâve gone is âlocker room gay.â
Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks itâs funny and it pisses Ghost off.
That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. Iâm not a perfect person. Sometimes itâs just yummy delicious.
- Feel like heâs the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while heâs doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.
But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.
- Doesnât have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. Heâs got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But heâs not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.
Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesnât want the guys to know about you. Doesnât keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. Heâs worried itâll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.
- Womenâs rights? Or Simon âGhostâ Riley? I really do think heâd love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.
Doesnât even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.
- Has a really strange understanding of technology. Heâs fine with the newer military stuff. Thatâs his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. Thatâs all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesnât give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.
Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]
MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.
His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.
- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think heâd rather be dead.
It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. Heâs a little stand-offish but heâs handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.
âDidnât think youâd call.â
âDidnât think I would either.â
He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesnât phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell heâs a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. Youâre less worried that youâre a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, heâll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.
- Once heâs gotten used to you, itâs like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if youâve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. Youâre small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that youâre taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.
So heâll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when youâre at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.
Walking silently next to you in the evenings after youâre both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but thatâs about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.
Scary dog privilege, but like⌠for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. âJust in caseâ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.
- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once heâs decided that heâs actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.
Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now youâre at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts âdunno. Ask the missus.â ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.
- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said âMy girlfriend can wear what she wants because sheâs a hoe and I knew that before we started datingâ and it changed my life.
Heâs secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that youâre attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesnât still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. Heâs just got better control over himself than that. King.)
He knows heâs better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They donât know the world like he does. They donât know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.
Not to say he isnât overly jealous and possessive, he just wonât pitch a fit in public.
LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesnât do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after youâve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and heâs tearing your miniskirt off like itâs personally offended him. Heâll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. Heâll lean over you while youâre split open with his length, snarling down at you. âHad everyoneâs attention tonight, didnât you, pet?â âYou like havinâ eyes on you?â âGreedy fuckinâ slag.â âCanât appreciate what you have.â âNeed a reminder of who youâve got to impress.â Maybe heâll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears heâs fucking out of you.
- He calls you âbirdâ or âpetâ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like youâre some small, frail thing that canât go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.
GOD heâs a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.
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Namami has only been seeing y/n for a month but he's already so smitten.
The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she carries herself, her confidence, the way she applies her makeup, the colours she gets on her nails, the pretty outfits she wears, her facial expressions, everything. He's obsessed with her.
He met her at a little bookstore. He mostly goes there to browse and relax after long and tiring shifts. He enjoys the smell of the books and the overall atmosphere, sometimes he ends up picking something that pricks his interest.
Y/n was there doing the same thing when she saw him holding one of her favourite books. She couldn't help but comment on his amazing choice. He thanked her and asked her if she liked it. She let him know that it's a top pick for her but not number one. He proceeded to ask which book she liked the most. One thing led to another and he ended up leaving the store with her number saved on his phone.
After he noticed that not only has he been talking to her for a week straight, but he also always looked forward to reading her texts, answering her calls and talking on the phone, he decided to ask her on a date.
Namami did not go on many dates before. But when he did, he'd always asked his coworker Gojo to call him at a specific time, if he was enjoying the date he would tell the person he's with that it's just work related and not to worry about it, but if he wasn't he would tell them that he's needed for an emergency and he would pay for their cab and make sure they make it home safe before letting them down gently the next time he talks to them. Thankfully he only did the latter once when the person was being borderline creepy and he felt unsafe.
The date with y/n was a first for him. After she agreed, he told her about the time and location, planning on taking her to a nice restaurant, a classic. He was surprised when she disagreed and asked if he'd be comfortable with coming over to her house. She told him that she loved cooking but never got the chance to make big meals. Namami agreed, and it made his heart swell with happiness when she told him she was excited for their date.
The date was nothing less than perfect. He immediately felt at home the moment he stepped foot in her apartment, he particularly loved that she uses small lights instead of overhead ones, something he does at his apartment as well. She set the table beautifully, with candles and some of the most unique tableware. The food was a whole different story. He could not believe he was eating all that for free. He has been to many fancy restaurants, but none of them compared to her cooking.
When Namami asked if it was okay for him to ask her a couple of questions to see if they were on the same page when it comes to the future if they're planning on sharing one, he was surprised again when she said she was glad he brought up that topic because she had her own questions as well. Namami immediately knew that this would turn out for the best because his past dates always either tried to dodge this discussion or told him he was rushing things.
He first asked her about marriage. She told him that she wants to get married and that it's definitely something she hopes would happen in the future when she's ready, he agreed. He asked her if she'd want them to live together with a partner, she said yes but not immediately, maybe one and half to two years into the relationship, he agreed. She asked him about kids and if he sees himself being a father in the future, he said yes but he wants kids not immediately after marriage but to wait a year or two before trying, she agreed. She asked him about how he would handle disagreements and arguments, he told her that he was a very calm person and enjoys the peace communication brings, so he'd sit with his partner and figure out the problem and how to resolve it, she agrees.
Namami started to feel giddy when he realised they have both agreed to many of each other's answers and even shared similar opinions. Would she be the one he spends forever with? The thought didn't seem so bad at the moment, he hoped to get his answer quickly.
But he wasn't expecting it to happen within a month.
They discovered they shared the same route on their way to work and began walking it together. Nanami started to look forward to seeing her. Every morning, she greets him with a smile and "hi, Ken!" which he started responding to with "hi, Barbie" after watching the Barbie movie, she always giggles and throws her arms around his neck in a hug. He buys her her favourite boba and she drinks it while they walk and talk about whatever comes to mind. He drops her off at work since it's closer than his, but not before pressing a kiss to her forehead that she started calling her "good luck kiss". They even spend their lunch breaks together by talking through facetime. He was the type to skip that free time to get more work done, but he stopped doing that in favour of talking to his favourite girl.
He started looking forward to seeing her and talking to her. Weekends have become boring, sure they text, but it's not like hearing her voice, even through the phone speaker. She consumed his brain, she became his first thought in the morning and his last before bed. Thankfully, Nanami isn't dumb, and he realised he is in fact falling in love.
He didn't want to play around, after all, they're both serious about this relationship. He plans on confessing, letting her know his true feelings. It's a scary thought, something he has never done before, and he hopes she wouldn't reject him given that he fell for her fast when they both agreed this would be a "getting to know each other" phase. But he can't control how he feels about her, she makes him look forward to the future, as long as she is a part of it.
It's the weekend, Nanami invited her over in the afternoon to watch movies and hang out at his apartment, but despite what the weather forecast said, the somewhat sunny morning quickly developed into a stormy evening, one that was strong enough for him to turn the hang out into a sleepover. He gave her a pair of his pajama pants and a shirt to get comfortable and put the frozen pizza he has for emergencies in the oven.
They're sitting on the couch, a movie long forgotten on TV as y/n tells him a very interesting work story. He's trying to focus, he really is, but the way she's so close to him, her folded legs almost on top of his, her hair wrapped around his fingers as he plays with the strands, the way her face lights up when she remembers a detail, it's all so precious.
âand then she got mad and-â
âI love you.â
Y/n stops talking and he's instantly regretting his words. They literally slipped out of his mouth, he had no control over them. It's like she pressed a botton and they came out. He starts fearing the worst and his brain starts telling him that he made things awkward and uncomfortable for her and she can't even escape because there's a storm outside. Fuck... Why did he need to rush? Everything has been going perfectly, and now he ruined it. He's gonna have to find a way to make up for this. He'll apologize a billion times if needed, but he can't afford to lose her.
âKen, I love you too, so much, but I need to finish the story.â
Huh-
âRight. Sorry, darling. Please continue, I'm all ears.â
He isn't all ears, he can't be all ears, because he can hear how fast his heart is beating and he can feel the blood rushing to his face. She said it back, she loves him, so much too! Is he dreaming, is it still the night before and he hasn't called her yet to invite her over? No. It can't be. He wants this to be real... and it is, everything is real. The way she's holding on to his fingers is real, the way she's excitedly telling him the rest of her story is real, the way he's holding back from smiling so hard is real, the way the pizza smell is filling the room is real.
âoh shit, the pizza.â
Nanami bolts to the kitchen, quickly grabbing the oven mitts and pulling the pizza out just in time. When he quickly glaces towards the living room, he can see y/n hunched over and squealing into the pillow, her feet kicking slightly. He chuckles. She really tried to play it like his words did not affect her the way they affected him, but it seems like their feelings are mutual in every way possible.
Nanami is somehow even more excited for forever with her now.
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coupleâs getaway | jjk
you and jungkook spend the weekend before christmas with taehyung and his girlfriend at his cabin in the mountains, and you start it off with a bet.
rich! jungkook x reader
warnings: anal (minors you know what to do), kookie is rich asf, pda, tae and sasha are v cute, yn showing a hint of her crazy side, jkâs in loooove, christmas, mentions of marriage, pretty short imo, idk what else.
an extension to bend my rules đŤśđź
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It was the week before Christmas, and Taehyung had the amazing idea to invite you and Jungkook to his and Sashaâs now-yearly Christmas weekend getaway to his parentsâ cabin in the mountainsâa way to celebrate Christmas together while still being able to see family on actual Christmas Day.
Of course, you immediately agreed.
Your relationship with Jungkook was still newâalmost two monthsâand it took the entire student body by surprise; finally, Jungkook could proudly say he proved everybody wrong.
The drive to the cabin was a nice bonding experience with the other coupleâTaehyung driving, Jungkook sitting in the passenger seat, and you and Sasha in the back, already giddy about the two-day trip.
You very much loved the view of Jungkookâs broad shoulders, keeping your hands on them at all times.
âSooo, what did you get Jungkook?â Sasha asked in a whisper tone, curiously.
You giggled, remembering the stupid thoughts that went into getting him a present. Your relationship with Jungkook wasnât transactional at all; he paid for everything, bought you everything you ever wanted, and didnât expect a thing in return. It was hard to think of a gift to give your rich boyfriend, who could snap his fingers and get whatever it was he wanted.
âI got him a massage gun for after his workouts and a card he can use whenever he wants anything, like a blowie or a home-cooked meal, and Iâm not allowed to object to anything,â you explained in an equally quiet voice, excited to reveal your present. âOh, and I also put in my used panties.â
There was no such thing as TMI in your friendship with Sashaâyou knew everything about each other, down to the smallest details.
Sasha giggled mischievously in response. âOh my god, Yn, thatâs niiice. I got Tae a new camera; you know how much he loves photography.â
You let out a loud âawww,â which made Jungkook turn his head to you. The heated argument between Taehyung and Jungkook about who was the greatest NBA player of all time suddenly died down.
âWhat are you girls whispering about?â he smirked at you, which you reciprocated.
âNothing, just how excited we are for the weekend,â you leaned in playfully, giving him a chance to capture your lips with his own.
The kiss quickly deepened as Jungkook turned his body entirely to you, both of you moaning softly into the kiss.
âYou guys realize weâre here too, right?â Taehyung asked with a chuckle.
You ended the kiss slowly to lean into your seat again, only to be met with a smirking Sasha playfully pushing your leg with her hands.
âItâs alright, Tae; theyâre still in that stage of the relationship,â she held onto his shoulders as she talked. âYou remember how we were.â
âWere?â Jungkook asked, dumbfounded. âYou guys are way worse than us!â
Taehyung and Sasha gasped dramatically in unison as if rehearsed. âOkay, bet. Weâre gonna keep score of every PDA action between you and Yn and between Tae and me, and the couple that has the most loses. The losers have to clean the cabin before we leave.â
Taehyung, responsibly focused on driving, let out an agreeing sound to show Sasha he liked her idea.
âDeal!â Jungkook immediately replied, to which you giggled.
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Finally arriving at the cabin, it was already 7. You all decided to only watch a movie tonight and start the real activities tomorrow.
Jungkook and Taehyung carried all the bags inside, and you took in the surroundings of the cabin; it was beyond beautiful. It was very secluded, no neighborsâonly nature around.
âThe bedrooms are upstairs; there are only two bathroomsâone downstairs and one upstairs,â Taehyung revealed, leading all of you into the house. âWeâre gonna let the guests choose what bedroom theyâd like to stay in, right, baby?â
Sasha nodded and smiled at the two of you.
âHow very generous of you,â you thanked them as Jungkook took your hand, guiding you upstairs, your bags in the other.
You explored the upstairs rooms and decided to stay in the one that had the best view of the mountainsâsomething youâd like to wake up to every day. The bed was big and comfortable, and the closet was, thankfully, big enough for the unnecessarily huge amount of clothes you brought with you.
âThis is just wonderful,â you expressed to Jungkook, who immediately unpacked and undressed while you picked out the pajamas you were going to wear.
Jungkook opted for grey sweatpants and a white wifebeater (yummy), and you chose a baby blue satin pant set that you recently purchased while on a shopping spree with Jungkook. It did wonders for your figure.
âIâm glad you like it here,â he smiled lovingly. âJust want you to enjoy yourself this weekendâno college stress or nothing, okay?â
His strong arms engulfed you in a strong embrace; you immediately melted into him.
âOkay,â you quickly kissed his neck, your arms still firmly holding onto his bigger ones. âBut we have to beat them at the PDA game. If you even think about touching me in front of them, I will break your fingers, got it?â
âHey!â Jungkook called out while you exited the room, following behind you. âWhat if you canât keep your hands off me? Thatâs also a possibility!â
âPfff,â you mocked, walking down the stairs. âLikely story.â
Downstairs, you were met with the smell of warm apple cider. The warmth of the house in contrast to the freezing cold weather outside solidified the Christmas experience.
âWe should watch Love Actually!â Sasha enthusiastically suggested.
âOh my god, yes!â you immediately agreed with her, reciprocating the enthusiasm.
The two men looked at each other with unimpressed glances, both knowing the girls were going to end up getting what they wanted anyway, so there was no need to protest.
âWhy do you look like that?â you challenged Jungkook when you noticed the exchanged glances. âYou love a good rom-com; we always watch rom-coms when I come over!â
âYeah, but itâs not like weâre actually watching them,â Jungkook implied with a sly smile, slowly groping your waist and kissing you.
Taehyung and Sasha watched the scene with amusement.
âAaand,â Sasha suddenly moved to the fridge with a pen in her hand, where she had hung a piece of paper that said âTae&Sasha vs. JK&YN.â âThat goes on the list.â
You feigned anger at Jungkook, scolding him. âWhat did I just tell you about touching me?â
âSorry, baby; youâre just so grabbable,â he cooed.
You all sat down on the spacious couch facing the TV as Taehyung put on Love Actually.
âNot a real word,â you grumpily replied.
âIt is now.â
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After the movie was finished, Taehyung had the idea to open presents, so everybody went and got their presents.
You got a present for Jungkook and one for Sasha; Sasha got one for you and one for Taehyung; Taehyung got one for Sasha and one for Jungkook; and Jungkook got one for Taehyung and one for you.
âOkay, during gift exchanges, we are allowed to kiss as much as we want without it getting put on the list, alright?â Sasha put out the rule, which everybody agreed with.
âOkay,â Taehyung took a sip of his wine. âWho wants to start?â
âLadies first,â you replied, eating popcorn. âI think Sasha and I should give each other our presents first.â
âIâll go first,â Sasha couldnât contain her excitement as she handed you the stylish pink gift bag.
You took it with a cute âthank youuuâ and started unwrapping the gifts; there were three wrapped gifts of different sizes. You decided to open the smallest one first and go from there.
All three of them watched with curiosity as you carefully unwrapped it, revealing a Fenty Beauty contour stick. âOh my god! I was just about to buy that for myself, S; thank you so much.â
âI know! You ran out of yours,â she grinned like a baby, wiggling with joy. âGo on, go on.â
The second gift was a gua sha, something you had mentioned you wanted to buy before but never did. You felt absolutely loved, knowing you had a friend who remembered those things about you.
The big present was a Vogue journal, which you took the time to admire; it was the most beautiful thing ever. âOh my god, Sasha! I love you; come here.â
You hugged for a while, really expressing your gratitude.
âIs that going on the list?â Tae asked humorously when you finally pulled away from the hug.
âOkay, now itâs time for your present,â you pulled out the box of presents.
Sasha was all about clothes and fashion, so it was always easy to buy her presents. You got her sunglasses, a chic Ralph Lauren sweater, a personalized gold necklace that said âSasha Fierce,â and a scented candle. She flipped out and went in for another hug.
âI have the best best friend ever!â she yelled out. âNow, Jungkook and Yn, you give each other your gifts. Iâm very curious.â
Jungkook clapped his hands together as if he were waiting for this very moment a long time, and you sheepishly handed your present to him.
With each gift he opened, his smirk grew bigger in appreciation. He held the massage gun with a grin. âWe can use that for other stuff too, you know?â
You giggled like a schoolgirl in love, forgetting that your other friends were there for a moment, cuddling up to his side comfortably. âRead the card.â
âJungkookâs wish card,â he started reading. âYn Ln has to do whatever Jungkook Jeon wishes as soon as he pulls out this card; she is not allowed to object. Valid until next Christmas. Itâs even laminated; wow.â
Everybody started laughing, admiring your creativity. Jungkook kissed you passionately with a âthank you, my baby; you know me so well,â whispered in your ear, followed by a âIâll put those panties to good use,â that sent shivers down your spine as you leaned in for another kiss.
âOkay, Yn, now you open Jungkookâs gift!â Sasha ordered, so you did.
Jungkookâs present was a huge box that you carefully put in your lap and opened. In it lay a big diamond-encrusted Birkin bag.
You and Sasha gasped in disbelief, lost for words.
âHope you like it, baby,â Jungkook stated with a brush on your arm when you sat in silence for a few seconds.
âI love it!â you shouted, jumping on him and kissing him all over his face and simultaneously banging at his chest with your small hands. âHow could you do this?! I hate you so much!â
Taehyung was beyond confused, not knowing what the fuss was about but still able to appreciate the beauty of the bag.
Jungkook just laughed at your changing moods that he got used to by now and kissed you back, his hands on your waist. âJust wanna make you happy.â
After the chaos that Jungkookâs present brought died down a little, Taehyung and Sasha exchanged their gifts; for Sasha, a Dyson Airwrap that she went crazy for, and for Taehyung, a vintage camera he adored.
The rest of the evening was filled with storytelling, snacks, and stolen kisses until you all decided to go upstairs and call it a night.
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âI canât believe you got me a Birkin bag,â you whispered into his chest as you just stood in the middle of the bedroom, hugging.
You were both very physical people; it was something that Jungkook made you realize about yourself.
âWhat did you think I was gonna get you?â he asked, amusement lacing his voice as he rocked you back and forth.
You thought about it for a moment and quickly came to the conclusion that it wasnât at all out of character for Jungkook to get you an extravagant gift. âOkay, it actually totally makes sense that you got me a Birkin bag. But itâs not even my birthday; itâs Jesusâ birthday.â
Jungkook laughed heartily and kissed the top of your head. âIâll get him one next year. Now, letâs go; I wanna take a shower.â
After taking everything you need with you, you entered the bathroom together and locked the door behind you before you both started undressing.
Jungkookâs eyes roamed over your bare body hungrily as you entered the shower just behind him and let your hair down carefully.
âI havenât washed my hair in three days; itâs time to do that now,â you stated, grabbing the shampoo bottle, but before you could open it, Jungkook grabbed you by the hips and leaned in to kiss you.
The warm water streamed down your bodies as you deepened the kiss, and his wandering hands were now on your ass. You looked up and down his sculpted body, getting aroused by the sight of him all hard and muscular.
âRemember the first time I had you in the shower?â he breathed against your full lips, kneading your ass. You simply nodded. âLetâs recreate that.â
You would have lied if you had said that your pussy wasnât wet since the morning and that you hadnât been waiting desperately to have sex with him the entire day, but you had to wash your hair now. âJungkook, I gotta wash my hair; sorry.â
âGive me that,â he nodded to the shampoo bottle, which you handed to him. âNow, turn around.â
Once you turned around, he moved your hair to the side to reveal your entire back and grabbed you by the hips. He fisted his huge dick before slowly entering your ass. He squeezed some shampoo into his hand and started massaging your hair with it.
You gasped, âJungkook!â before leaning into him closer until your ass hit his hips. He first started thrusting slowly, letting out low grunts that sent shivers down your spine before his thrusts began to hasten.
You arched your back, and your moans became louder; the clapping of his hips against your ass sounded like fireworks. You were sure if there were any neighbors, they wouldâve heard you.
âYou like that, huh?â Jungkook growled, head tilted back in pure pleasure. âYou like when Iâm fucking this fat ass, yeah? This ass was made for me to drill.â
âYes, I love it, Kookie,â your desperation was palpable. âPlease, donât stop; donât ever stop.â
His hands massaged your hair again, as if to not abandon it, before he suddenly lifted you up with ease and started fucking into you like you were a toy. He was hitting all the spots, your chest bouncing up and down, and your combined moans had never been louder.
âYou feel so fucking good,â Jungkook grunted, his hands finding the opportunity to spank you harshly. âJust a little more, baby. Iâm 'bout to cum; fuck, Iâm 'bout to cum.â
Your own orgasm was nearing too, but you were too lost in your pleasure to say anything. A few thrusts later, you felt a warm flood of cum enter your ass and a breathless Jungkook kissing your neck.
You collapsed against Jungkook, whose strong hands held you upright. âYou exhausted, baby?â
You nodded, with a pout on your lips. âCanât feel my legs right now.â
Jungkook chuckled, cleaning your body with your coconut body wash. âItâs okay, baby; Iâll clean us up, and then weâll go to bed.â
_
The next morning was surprisingly sunny, yet still freezing. You went downstairs to find everybody already awake; you blamed the sex you had last night for the fact that you woke up so late.
âMorning, princess,â Jungkook called out with a big grin. âYou sleep well?â
Sasha chimed in, sarcastically, âYeah, Yn, did you sleep well?â
You simply nodded and said, âYeah, what about you guys?â before going up to the fridge to get something to drink when you saw something.
There was another line added to yours and Jungkookâs side of the sheet.
âHey, why is there another strike on here?â you asked in disbelief. âThe only PDA that happened was yesterday before opening presents!â
Sasha and you were truly the only ones invested in this competition; the guys just looked at each other in amusement, finding their girlfriends absolutely adorable.
âAre you serious?â Sasha snapped. âThat show you two put on last night was very much PDA; we heard everything! Right, baby?â
Taehyung vigorously nodded his head as if not to give her a reason to be mad.
âWell, Iâm sorry, but thatâs not PDA if you didnât see anything!â you argued. âItâs called a display of affection for a reason!â
âYou disrupted our sleep! It deserves to be on here,â she declared with conviction.
âIâll tell you where you deserve to beââ you started until Jungkook cut you off.
âItâs okay, baby; weâll get them back soon enough,â he assured you with a cute smile. âJust eat breakfast before you say things you might regret.â
You simply abided by his wishes and sat down next to them at the kitchen table and started eating.
_
After spending two hours hiking and exploring the little town, you and Sasha were exhausted, but the guys werenât; they actually decided to go to the gym, which was about a 20-minute drive from the cabin.
While they were at the gym, you and Sasha cozied up on the living room couch, her legs over yours.
âThis is so much fun,â Sasha dreamily said. âWe are best friends dating best friends; I love that for us.â
âHmmm,â you agreed. âI feel like I canât imagine it any other way, you know? Like Jungkook and I have been dating for two monthsânot evenâand I already canât imagine a life where Iâm not with him.â
Sasha smiled softly. âAnd to think this is the guy that you rejected for two yearsâŚâ
âI know! This is whatâs kind of scaring me,â you started ranting. âJungkook has been into me this whole time, and now, now he has me. Iâm scared that there was a version of me inside his head that I canât live up to, you know?â
Taking a sip from her orange juice, Sasha pulled a confused face. âI think thatâs you overthinking because why would that even be the case? He has you now, but the effort he puts into making you happy didnât go away; actually, on the contrary, heâs putting in more effort because the guy loves you, Yn.â
Your heart warmed at the mere thought of Jungkook, a man who made every other man look less than.
âYeah, youâre right,â you stated. âYou know how I get when something is so good that it doesnât feel real; Iâm just really paranoid. It doesnât matter; tell me whatâs up with you and Mr. Taehyung.â
Sasha suddenly started to smile like a child in a candy store. âHeâs so amazing, Yn! But I gotta tell you somethingâŚâ
Your eyes widened in curiosity. âWhat? What is it?â
She took a deep breath before saying, âOkay, so⌠you know how Tae and Jungkook are graduating this year and Tae already got an offer to work again at this firm after? Well, heâs been hinting at⌠marriage a lot lately, and I⌠I found a ring while I was sleeping over at his place last week.â
You jumped up with your hand over your mouth. âSHUT UP! This is sooo exciting; oh my god, this is just⌠this is so amazing!â
âYeah,â she formed a small smile. âBut I donât know⌠I feel like I donât know if Iâm ready for marriage yet; itâs so huge.â
You put her head on your chest and soothingly ran your hand over her shoulder. âSasha, you think about this as much as you need, but if you want to hear my opinion on it, I think if he does propose, you should at least consider it. I mean, you donât have to get married right away! You can take your time; it will be exactly like now, but youâll just have a ring on your finger.â
Sasha started to grin like an idiot. âI mean, it is a very impressive ring; I canât deny that.â
âOooh, well donât leave me hanging; I want the deets!â
_
Meanwhile, the guys finished their gym session and made their way to the nearest store to get everything you needed for the Christmas dinner you were going to cook.
Jungkook held the list in his hand, smiling down at it as his eyes scanned over your handwriting, which he adored.
âWhat are you smiling about?â Taehyung inquired.
âNothing, just Ynâs pretty handwriting,â Jungkook shook his head and smiled cutely.
Taehyung chuckled. âFinally got your girl, huh?â
âYeah,â Jungkook shined with pride. âFinally.â
Suddenly, in the middle of the snacks aisle, Taehyung stopped, holding a bag of chips.
âI need to tell you something, man,â Taehyung began, as if deep in thought, to which Jungkook simply nodded at him. âSo, Iâve been bringing up the idea of⌠marriage a lot with Sasha, but sheâs kindaâhow do I say thisâshe gets dismissive whenever I mention it, changing the topic, looking kinda uncomfortable, and Iâm scared that when I propose, she wonât say yes.â
Jungkook searched for the right words to say, wanting to comfort his friend. âWell, I think you should communicate it with her. When girls do that, it doesnât necessarily mean they arenât into you; they just overthink everything, see every possible outcome first, you know? And hey, just take me as an example; I hopelessly chased Yn for two years; now sheâs my girlfriend. The important thing is you donât give up.â
âI know she loves me, but she acts so weird whenever I say anything��even the most subtle thing about getting marriedâand you know Iâm really good at being subtle!â Taehyungâs frustration was evident. âI already got the ring; Iâm just waiting for the right moment, just waiting for her to give me the feeling that she wants this.â
âMaybe this subtlety is what isnât working,â Jungkook suggested. âSometimes, you just need to be honest, direct; say whatâs on your mind.â
Taehyung looked at him, dumbfounded. âEy, just âcause there isnât a subtle bone in your body doesnât mean everybodyâs like that, okay?!â
Jungkook chuckled, recognizing the conflict within his best friend. âAlright, you do you, but if it were me, Iâd listen to the master.â
âThe master of what exactly? Making a fool of himself?â Taehyung jested. âYou waited two years for that girl to say yes to a date; man, youâre no master of anything.â
âEy, man, donât piss me off!â
_
After lazily sitting on the couch, you both decided to bake Christmas cookies to kill some time until the guys came back.
Following the sound of Taehyungâs car pull up in the driveway, Jungkook entered the house with two bags filled with groceries and snacks, Taehyung following behind him with equally filled bags.
âHey, you two!â you welcomed them. âHow was the gym?â
âIt was good, baby. We went to the store, got you everything you wanted,â Jungkook stepped into the kitchen, where you and Sasha just finished baking the cookies, and was about to kiss your lips, but you threateningly shook your head, the competition still on your mind.
To make up for the lost kiss, though, you grabbed a cookie and held it up to his mouth.
âA cookie for my Kookie,â you leaned towards him over the kitchen counter, accentuating your breasts, feeding him the cookie playfully.
His knowing smirk spoke volumes as he ate the cookie, already mentally preparing for the things he was going to do to you once youâre in your room.
Taehyung brought up the last bag of groceries and greeted his girlfriend with a big smile and an even bigger kiss, which she immediately reciprocated passionately.
âHa-ha!!â you yelled, gloating. âFinally, I can put you down on the list!â
You danced happily, without noticing Jungkook watching you with heart eyes.
After cleaning the counter and organizing the groceries, you got started on your huge Christmas meal: a roast turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams, roasted vegetables, and cornbread.
After four hours of you slaving away in the kitchen and all three of them asking if you wanted helpâ to which you always replied âNo! I hate it when Iâm cooking and someoneâs in my space!ââyou finished your feast, and Taehyung went on to prepare the pumpkin pie for dessert.
_
After stuffing yourself with food and brushing your teeth, everybody went to their respective bedrooms.
You opted for stretchy, tight shorts and Jungkookâs sweater (that you stole), and Jungkook was in his boxers. Comfortable in each otherâs arms, you two laid on the spacious bed in serene silence.
Deciding to break the silence, you leaned into him and asked, âHow was it with Taehyung today?â
Jungkook sighed softly, touching your head with his lips gently and replied, âIt was nice; heâs got a lot on his mind though.â
Curiosity took over you for a second, and your mind raced with the possibility of it being the same thing Sasha talked to you about. âWhat about?â
His hands were now rubbing your back under the thick covers, adding warmth to your skin.
âI feel like thereâd be a conflict of interest if I told you,â he admitted hesitantly. âItâs about Sasha.â
Your heartbeat quickened for a second until you decided to play a game. âI think I know what itâs aboutâŚâ
âYeah?â Jungkook smirked at you, challenging. âWhat is it about?â
âYou go first,â you provoked, a finger poking his chest. âUnless you donât wanna have sex for a week.â
âOkay, so,â he gave in immediately, sitting up straight, symbolizing his readiness to have a conversation about your friends. âTaehyung wants to propose to Sasha, but he thinks she doesnât wanna marry him.â
âYeaaah,â you said, unimpressed. âShe already knows all of that.â
Jungkook expressed his shock, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner, which he quickly changed back to normal. âNo, you donât understand; he even bought her a ring.â
You nodded, still unimpressed. âAnd heâs apparently really bad at hiding it.â
âNo!â Jungkook exclaimed in disbelief. âHaha, bastard thinks heâs so subtle tooâŚâ
After his short gloating session, he suddenly turned to you face to face, curiosity written all over his face. âSo?? What does she think? Is she into the idea, or completely against it, or what?â
âItâs complicated,â you explained. âShe loves him, but she has so much to think about. On one hand, she feels like sheâs not ready for such a commitment, and on the other, she wants nothing more than to spend her life with him.â
âOof⌠well thatâs better than what Tae thinks; heâs kinda convinced she doesnât want it at all,â Jungkook let out a relieved sigh. âI mean, heâs not gonna propose tomorrow; heâs just thinking more like⌠next couple of months, you know?â
âYeah, I told Sasha that she should take it into consideration; I mean, they have been together for almost two years now,â you observed, your head now on his chest. âAnd he has a stable future ahead of him. I understand why he wants to propose now; doesnât mean they have to get married immediately.â
Your conversation made Jungkook ponder what your reaction would be if you found an engagement ring at his place; if you would panic, if you would cry tears of joy or sadness. He hoped you knew all the comments and âjokesâ he made about making you his wife werenât jokes.
âYouâre right,â he agreed with you in a soft tone. âBut promise me something.â
âWhat?â you asked.
âIf there was ever a similar problem in our life, the only people we talk about it with is us,â he asserted. âI donât ever wanna make you feel you canât come to me and tell me everything, okay?â
âI promise,â was your answer.
_
On the last day of that weekend getaway, all of youâJungkookâthought it was a nice idea to go paragliding as an exciting farewell to the mountains. Despite you thinking you were going to die, you ended up agreeing that it was a great experience to make.
Eventually, you had to say goodbye to the little cabin that would forever hold a special place in your heart.
The departure wouldâve been much more emotional if it werenât for Taehyungâs and Sashaâs triumphant expressions as they watched you and Jungkook clean and scrub the entire house while they sat comfortably on the couch, making out.
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could you do preferences for what the one piece boys would be like getting a blowjob from reader for the first time?
Luffy -
Luffy doesn't even know what's going on, one minute you're making out and the next minute you're getting on your knees in front of him.
âHey what are you doing down there?â He asks innocently.
âI'm about to give you a blowjob,â you chuckle.
âA what?â
Of course he wouldn't know what a blowjob is, you just laugh and shake your head continuing to get him out of his pants.
The moment you take him in your mouth his eyes go wide and he's about to feel a way he's never felt before.
Zoro -
Zoro leans back and relaxes while you give him a blowjob like he gets so relaxed he could fall asleep.
But he doesn't, I mean he could cause he can fall asleep anywhere so you wouldn't put it past him to fall asleep while his cock is in your mouth.
Anyways, his shirt is off, hands resting behind his head giving you the perfect view of his abs and biceps while you give him a blowjob, what more could you ask for.
Sanji -
Sanji is surprisingly nervous, it's certainly not the first time he's been in this situation but he had been pining for you for so long that he was afraid of messing it up.
He kept offering to go down on you first but you insisted on taking care of him after watching him cook a whole meal for the crew and spilling wine on his shirt which he then took off to clean it before it stained.
You had him pushed against the kitchen counter, him gripping the edge for dear life as you gave him the best blowjob he's ever had.
Usopp -
He can't contain his excitement for what's about to happen, he's heard guys talking about getting blowjobs before but he couldn't believe he was actually about to get one himself.
âUsopp you need to relax,â you tell him.
âI'm sorry Iâm just so excited,â he chuckles awkwardly.
âClearly,â you laugh with his hard cock already dribbling with precum in your hand, âjust don't get too excited that you finish before I even get started.â
Ace -
Ace is normally the one pleasuring his partners which he in fact has done for you multiple times already.
You really wanted to make him feel as good as he has made you so you insisted on giving him a blowjob despite him telling you he'd rather go down on you instead.
He's big on praise, telling you how amazing you are, running his hand gently through your hair.
Of course afterwards he must return the favor and makes you see stars cause he's an expert with his mouth.
Buggy -
Buggy can't stop talking, going on and on about some new bit he's planning for the show.
âBuggy are you seriously thinking about that while I have your dick in my mouth?â You state.
âHey I'm a good multi-tasker,â he tells you.
You shake your head and get back to work, Buggy never shutting up until you get him to cum.
Shanks -
Shanks is a gentleman who would never ask you to do something so crude.
But then you take him by surprise when you push him down onto the edge of your bed and you're sinking to your knees.
âY/N, love, you don't have to do this if you don't want to,â he says genuinely.
âShanks I really want to,â you reassure him.
He would never say no to you so he lets you continue and let's just say he may be asking you to do that more often.
Mihawk -
He literally polishes his sword while you're sucking him off.
He's completely silent, cleaning blood off his sword from his last kill while you bob your head.
âDid you enjoy it?â You ask him after he cums.
âYes it was nice,â is all he says and then he gets up still naked to go out back and sharpen his sword on the whetstone.
Smoker -
Smoker just straight up told you he wanted a blowjob after a long day of work.
You returned to your quarters and as he was changing out of his uniform he said, âyou know what would be really nice right now?â
So there you are, Smoker standing half dressed with his cock in your mouth.
He can get pretty rough, tugging on your hair and pushing on your head to take more of him but he surely makes up for it when he takes you to bed afterward.
Crocodile -
Crocodile has had plenty of people on their knees for him and he sweet talked you into doing the same.
He's sitting on his throne completely relaxed while you bob your head up and done as he gives you praise.
He tells you how he's been wanting you to do this ever since you joined the baroques work.
Another agent walks in and he doesn't even care, he handles the business as you're proudly sucking him off.
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Azul x fem! Reader
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Angst
-
You knew your husband didnât like you.
Since the day he met you. He never liked you.
And it wasnât like it was entirely your fault. The marriage between the two of you wasnât even on you. It was your parents' idea.
Both of your mothers have been good friends since they were children. One of their biggest dreams since they were young teens was for their future children to get together and marry.
So there was no stopping them once they made up their mind.
You vividly remember the look on your husband's face when he first found out about this arrangement.
It was over dinner. His mother invited your parents over to âcatch upâ as she phrased it. Of course your mother was thrilled the moment she got the text. You remember how she dragged both you and your father out of bed as she told you two to get ready.
Both you and your father had to sit there for a good 15 minute drive while your mother yapped and yapped about her best friend and how she was so excited to see her again.
You were rather upset about being interrupted from your sleep.
The house was nice. It was big, beautiful, and well furnished.
Dinner was great. His mother is an excellent cook. You remember complimenting her when you first tasted her food. The woman blushed as she thanked you.
Telling you that you were such a sweetheart
And thatâs when you also met him. He was nice at first. He welcomed you into his home and introduced himself.
Azul Ashengrotto
You wouldnât lie, he was beautiful.
Pretty bluish purple eyes, soft looking hair, and a cute mole underneath his bottom lip.
He looked perfect
And you wouldnât lie that you didnât feel butterflies when he smiled at you.
That sweet smile
But that sweet smile soon turned into a scowl. The moment his mother uttered those words, he stood up from his seat as he looked at his parents in disbelief. Especially his mother.
âIâm what?!â Eyes wide and brow furrowed.
âAzul! Donât raise your tone at me!â
âIâm sorry mother, but Iâm NOT going to marry her! I donât even know her!â
âThatâs why the two of you are going to get to know each other! Câmon Azul y/n is a sweet girl!â
âIâm sorry motherâŚbut I canâtâ Once those words left his lips, he stormed out.
âAzul!!â His mother called out, but he ignored her.
You vividly remember his mother apologizing to you and your parents that night. Her face flushed in embarrassment after the scene her son caused.
âNo itâs fine Mrs. Ashengrotto! I understand why he acted that wayâ
âNo itâs not fine! Iâm so sorry sweetie, I promise heâs not always like this!â She says as she continues spitting out apologies.
-
That was during your 2nd year of high school. After that night, your mother told you that you and Azul are engaged and that the two of you will soon be married after graduation.
You tried to look excited. But you just couldnât. Ever since Azul found out about the marriage and how you werenât against it and didnât say anything to both of your parents, he hated you.
When you would come over for dinner at the Ashengrotto house or just a simple hang out, he would ignore your every attempt of you trying to get to know him.
You would ask about his hobbies, his interests, favorite color, favorite food, etc. but every attempt will lead to you being ignored.
He will tell you to go away. Do not talk to him and that you were annoying.
But you didnât let that phase you. You wanted to get to know him. After all, the two of you will soon get married.
-
You remember asking his mom about the type of food Azul likes. She squealed when you asked as she dragged you to the kitchen and proceed to tell you about all the different dishes azul liked.
You remember spending hours trying to make him the best meal so he will at least warm up to you a bit. But all you were greeted with was your food being thrown away.
But you still didnât let that phase you.
You soon learned that he goes to night raven college and that heâs a dorm leader. You also learned that he has his very own restaurant in said dorm.
You tried getting him to tell you all about it. How heâs doing in night raven and how he is able to handle a business while in school.
But nothing. He would just grip his pen and tell you to be quiet and to leave.
But again, his harsh words didnât get to you one bit.
-
The news of his overblot had you worried sick. You quickly made your way to the isle of sages when you heard about the news. Walking down the halls of night raven as you demanded to know where your fiancĂŠ was at.
Thatâs the first time the tweels ever saw/heard about you.
Azul fiancĂŠ? Interesting.
You sat next to Azul in the nurseâs office. Heart beating at a fast rate as his eyes were closed.
âAzulâŚplease wake upâ The twins eyed each other as they continued to watch the scene in front of them.
You quickly sat straight when you saw azul slowly opening his eyes. Grabbing a hold of his hand as you bombarded him with questions and asking if he was okay.
He was confused about his surroundings but the moment he heard your voice and the feeling of something touching his hand. He screamed.
âLET GO OF MEâ
You and the tweels eyes widen at his outburst. The tweels being confused and you feeling a bit embarrassed.
âA-azul thereâs no need to yell! You have just woken up-â But before you could finish your sentence, the sound of the door slamming opened caught everyone's attention.
âAzul!â
âYuu?â He said. You turn to look at azul as a light flush appears on his cheeks.
Ah
Thatâs when everything clicked
Azul didnât just hate you for no reason. He hated you because now that heâs tied to you, he wonât be able to be with the one he truly loves.
You watch as this yuu person checks up on him before scolding him about being trouble for them and their friends.
After the scolding, they turn to you with a surprise look on their face.
âOh! Iâm sorry I didnât notice you there! Whatâs your name?â They lookedâŚso nice.
âY/nâ
âItâs nice to meet you y/n! Iâm yuu! Are you a friend of azul?â
âNo Iâm actually-â
âPersonal nurseâ You looked at azul with a hurt expression. But he didnât even look your way. His full attention was set on yuu.
âRightâŚâ You excused yourself before getting up and leaving.
Trying to ignore the tears sliding down your cheeks
-
You noticed how slightly happier azul looked when he was near yuu or even hearing their name. You tried to pretend like it didnât do anything to you. Like you didnât feel your heart get stabbed and crushed every time you visit night raven only to see that he was with yuu.
It was like that for a year. Until the tragic news came out.
Yuu finally found a way back home. Everyone was devastated but also tried to be happy for yuu. After all that was their goal since the very beginning.
To go home
Azul hasnât been the same after that. He started to overwork himself. Barely eating and leaving his office. You would bring him food in hopes that he would at least eat something.
Two years after yuu left twisted wonderland. It was graduation time. You were excited, happy! You finally did it. You remember the happy look on your parents' faces as they watched you walk that stage.
You were happy
But
That soon went away when you remembered. Your wedding. Of course, how can you forget that in a few months, you're going to be married to azul.
And he wasnât happy. And he showed it.
When you would ask him about his opinions on a dress or venue. He would just scoff and tell you to figure it out yourself. That he didnât care.
After an attempt of trying to get his opinions for the wedding, you left all the planning to his and your mother.
-
The day of the wedding. You didnât feel the happiness that many brides have described on their special day. You didnât feel beautiful with the dress that you had on.
Itâs not because the dress was ugly! Oh no not in the slightest. In fact, the dress was gorgeous!
ButâŚYOU didnât feel beautiful at all. Like you didnât belong in it.
The wedding venue looked absolutely breathtaking. Everything looked perfect.
The Moment you walked down the aisle. You could see that azul was not paying attention at all. He looked like he was spaced out. You tried not to let it bother you.
This wasnât like the fairy tales
You were supposed to be happy! Feel beautiful in your dress and having your groom crying in the altar because of how stunning you looked in your dress!
But no. No crying, no happiness, just an empty feeling.
During your vows. You can tell that azul didnât mean any of it. It was just empty promises.
When the words âyou may now kiss the brideâ came out. He lookedâŚdisgusted almost.
It was a quick peck. So quick that you didnât even feel it.
Everyone cheered as they all congratulated you two.
This isnât like the fairy tales at all
-
4 years
4 years after you and azul became husband and wife, nothing changed.
The two of you slept in two completely different rooms. Two rooms that were far away from each other. After graduating from night raven, he opened up an even bigger and better mostro lounge near the beach.
And thatâs where he spends most of his time at. Heâs barely home and when the rare chances he is home, heâs locked away in his office.
In those rare days heâs home. You will cook for him and place it in front of his office. Telling him that his food was done.
He would either throw it away and order take out or sometimes when heâs really hungry and doesnât feel like waiting, he eats it.
You did everything a perfect wife would do. You would cook for him, do the laundry, clean, grocery shopping, care and pay attention to him even if he doesnât like it.
You did everything
But it still wasnât enough
You still tried to get him to open up to you. You would try to start conversations even when he ignores you. You would talk about your day when he doesnât want to tell you about his.
Itâs alright. Heâll warm up to me soon. Itâs alright
You try to tell yourself that everything is alright. That he will soon change and the two of you will live life like a normal happy couple.
But that hope was soon crushed when one night, when you were coming back after using the bathroom, you heard sobs and cries coming from azul office.
In a flash you made it to the front door. You were about to knock and open the door when you heard him say a familiar name.
âY-yuuâŚ.come backâŚpleaseâ
Your heart broke that night
You quietly walked away from the door and made it to your room.
You silently cried yourself to sleep. Asking the great sevens why you had to suffer like this.
This wasnât the kind of life you wanted
-
A few days after that incident, Azul invited the twins over. You welcomed them with warm smile and told them that azul was in his office waiting for them. They greeted you with smiles before walking off to azul office.
As they made their way upstairs, you didnât notice the pair of mismatch eyes watching you as they soon disappeared upstairs.
You decided to make some snacks for them. You prepared them with love and once you were done you made your way upstairs to azul office.
Just when you were outside the door, you heard your name being mentioned.
âY/n? Sheâs so annoying! I canât believe my mother made me marry her! Sevens she never leaves me alone. Always asking me about my day when I donât even want to talk to herâ You can hear him let out a frustrated sigh.
You try not to let that get to you. You knocked before coming in.
âI made you guys some snacks. I hope you like themâ You bowed before walking out.
I canât do this anymore
You quickly walked to your room before packing some of your stuff.
I canât I canât I canât! I canât live like this! Being stuck in a love less marriage that I didnât even want in the first place!
Your hands were shaking as you grabbed the last of what you needed.
You looked at the ring on your finger
A ring the doesnât mean anything
You took it off and threw it on the bed. You quietly walked out of your room before heading downstairs. Azul and the twins were busy talking about whatever kind of business they talked about.
Besides, azul wouldnât even care
You look back at the house that you used to call home one last time before never looking back.
You wished thatâs how it ended. But no
Your life couldnât get any worse could it? Because just when you thought you can start freshâŚ.Your life was over.
You didnât know how it happened. One second you're in a taxi and the next everything goes black.
The last thing you hear is police and ambulance sirens coming from the distance.
And everything goes silent.
You wake up
You donât know how but you wake up.
âY/nn!! Get up you have to get ready! My friend invited us over for dinner!â
âW-what?â You sat up and you ask the great sevens if this is a joke.
Is my eyes flashing before my eyes or something?!
âDear get up and get ready! Your father isnât awake yet either jeez the two of you are going to be the death of meâ
âM-momâ
âYes sweetie?â
âWhat year is it?â She looks at you dumbfounded.
âEh?â
âWhatâŚyear is it?â
âHoney are you okay? Are you feeling sick?â
âPlease answerâ She looks at you worriedly before answering your question.
âItâs 20XX, why? Oh my sevens donât tell me your on drugs?!â
20XX?
No
Impossible
This canât be
Did you justâŚwake up in the past? Exactly 6 years ago? When you first met âŚ.azul
âMomâ
âYes honey? Are you okay?â
âI donât feel too good. I think Iâm just going to stay homeâ
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EWWW I FEEL LIKE THIS IS CRINGEđđ anyways here some angstđ¤ not proof read im literally half asleep rbđŤ
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đŠâĄđŞ Headcanon: Their First Date With You
ŕ§ŕ Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, KĂśnig, Horangi, Nikto
︾âżŕ¨âĄŕ§âżď¸ľ srry i've been in a slump but i'm back!! ૮ âáľâ ŕžŕ˝˛á
Ghost
For him, simplicity and getting to know you felt more important than trying to impress you
He only wanted you to feel comfortable with him and have a good time with him
You both walked around the city, visiting cafĂŠs, bookstores, etcâŚ
At one point you entered into a philosophical conversation with him
Random smiling/grinning when youâre being adorable and basking in comfortable silence
While on the sidewalk, you were startled a little when he lightly placed his hands on your shoulders to move you to the inside of the sidewalk
Soap
Took you to the movie theater
Wasnât even focused on the movie and kept trying to make eye contact with you
You were hooked on the movie and didnât notice his soft eyes
Eventually he fell asleep
By the end of the movie, as you were leaving the theater he just grinned as you talked about your favorite scenes not realizing he hadnât even the faintest idea what it was about
Now, whenever you mention a movie you want to see he takes you to watch it
Gaz
You and he had taken an evening to walk shelter dogs
It was the most fun you had, both of you were laughing and smiling the entire time
In a moment of silence, he admires you
He wants to stay there beside you, freeze this moment, and leave a trace of you & him
âThank you⌠for todayâ
Takes you into his eyes before you have to go
Alejandro
Soft, romantic dinner at the beach as the sun sets
The hue of the setting sun is a beautiful view
The soft glow of the candles highlights his features and you canât help but feel warm and fuzzy on the inside
You didnât pay as much attention to the food as you did to the warm caress of his hand on yours
Wanted to dance with you afterwards, oh, you canât dance? Dw abt that he fs didnât mind placing his hands on your hips guiding them, or sliding them down your lower back correcting your postureâŚ
Phillip Graves
He had wanted to take you to a diner but it was closed
So instead he brought you home to his place and made you a nice meal
Heâs being charming and flirting with you the entire time
With music playing in the background and smiling as you prepared dinner together
It is now your favorite thing to do together
Keegan
Took you out late at night to stargaze
While driving around in his car he let you pick the music
He was very relaxed when with you, open and warm
Observing you out of the corner of his eye and being attentive to your mannerisms and habits
Forget him looking at the stars, instead heâs admiring you
Fingers intertwining on the grassy field
KĂśnig
Boyyy heâs nervous when the date is coming up
He would prob want to find out what you like first before picking out the place
Deep down if you let him heâd like to take you softly by the hand and show you his favorite hangout spots
One of yâall is a nerd which is how you end up at a museum
You find that heâs a bit of a nerd when he rambles about his hobbies, and itâs cute
His smiles that last long after youâve left
Horangi
Goes all out
Takes you out to a nice, lavish restaurant
Beforehand, he had gifted you expensive clothing, shoes, and jewelry of your style to wear for the date
Since the first date, he made it a habit to give you a gift at the end of every date
You were prepared to split the bill but he did not let that happen
Will brag to anyone willing to listen about how he got to take a baddie out
Nikto
You didnât even realize he it had been a date until he asked how you liked the âdateâ
âThat was a date?â âWasnât it obvious?â
You assumed the three hours you spent watching him cook his specialty meal was just his way of being nice when you had asked him for dinner suggestions
He may seem stolid but there is tactfulness in his essence
Very respectful of you and not wanting to cross any boundaries
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8x04 episode coda
âHey,â Tommy said when Buck walked through the door, pulling him in and placing a kiss on his cheek.
âHey.â Buck smiled, resting his head on his boyfriendâs shoulder briefly. âWhatâs all this? It smells amazing,â he said, walking over to the stove to peek into one of the kettles.
Tommy slapped his hand away before he could lift the cover, Buck squawking in mock offense.
âItâs nothing big,â he said, picking up a wooden spoon to stir something in a sauce pot. âI thought you should have a nice homemade meal to come home to after the week youâve had,â he added with a shrug. He was trying to seem nonchalant, but Buck wasnât buying it, eyebrows shooting up.
âUh huh. And whatâs the actual reason for all this?â
Tommy huffed a laugh, not looking at Buck as he continued to give all of his concentration to the stovetop.
âDo I need a reason to cook a nice meal for you?â
âNo, but - I donât know, Tommy,â he started, moving over to lean against the counter next to his boyfriend. âThis seems like - like too much.â
Tommy finally looked at him, setting down the spoon and placing his hands on Buckâs waist.
âEvan,â he said, his tone almost a reprimand, âthere is no such thing as too much when it comes to you. I like doing things for you. I know youâve had a hard time dealing with Gerrard at work and worrying about Hen and Karen and their daughter, but thatâs all over now. Bobbyâs back, and Mara is home, and I get to see you be happier again. So I wanted to celebrate a little. Okay?â
Buck ducked his head then looked shyly up at Tommy. He felt cared for in a way he hadnât since his childhood.
âOkay,â he said. âThank you, Tommy.â He placed a kiss next to Tommyâs mouth, right on one of the dimples he loved so much.
âYouâre welcome. Now, can I get back to my sauce before it burns?â he asked, that smile tugging at his lips.
âY-yeah, of course.âÂ
Tommy began stirring again, and Buck couldnât help but watch the way Tommyâs muscles shifted beneath his henley. Muscles he would get to enjoy later, he knew.
âWould you drain the pasta for me?â Tommy asked, breaking into a smirk when he noticed Buck staring.
âSure, I think I can manage that.â
Resting a palm on Tommyâs hip, he reached around to the other side to grab the colander, making Tommy chuckle. He drained the pot of pasta - âDid you make fresh spaghetti?â - he let Tommy take over, tossing the pasta in the sauce. Buck moved on to opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses before sitting at the table as Tommy walked over.
âBon appetit,â he said, setting a heaping bowl in front of Buck. âSpaghetti allâArrabbiata.â
âWait,â Buck said, suddenly struck. âIs this your Nonnaâs recipe? The one you made the first night we - ?â
âIt is,â Tommy said, shrugging.
âTommy, are you sure thereâs nothing going on?â
âWhy are you suspecting something?â Tommy asked, taking a sip of his wine.
âThis all feels - I donât know. Something feels different.â
Tommy sighed, dropping his head. When he looked up again, his eyes were glinting with something Buck couldnât decipher at first glance.
âI was trying to be so subtle, but you never miss anything, do you?â Tommy asked, holding out a hand for Buck to take. It felt like Tommy wasnât done speaking, so Buck waited him out for a few moments. âAfter dinner, I was going to sit you down and talk with you for a while. Catch up after not seeing each other for a few days. But youâre too smart, too perceptive.â
âTommy -â
âMove in with me.â It wasnât a question, but it was a request all the same.
Buck was speechless for a moment, processing the idea that Tommy wanted to live together.
âI - Tommy, itâs been six months. Are you sure you want me around all the time? Always in your space? All my things taking up residence here?â
âYes, Evan. I want you around all the time. Every day. I want to go to sleep next to you every night and wake up to your snoring every morning.â
âI donât sno-â
âAnd I want all of your things here,â Tommy pressed on. âI want your clothes in the closet and your dishes in the kitchen and your fancy bath towels in the linen closet.â
âTommy, this is big.âÂ
âI know. But I know this is what I want. Every day I come home, and it feels like somethingâs missing. And I realized that that something is you. I want you, Evan. Youâre home to me now.â
Buck couldnât stop himself from surging forward, pulling Tommy into a searing kiss.
âYouâre absolutely sure about this?â he asked. At Tommyâs insistent nod, he said, âOkay. Yeah, letâs do it.â
âGreat.â
Neither of them could seem to stop smiling.
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The Munson's farm was a welcome sight after nearly two days on the road. Despite your protests, Logan insisted he would drive the past 40-something hours. The shitty car Logan had bought couldn't reach above 60 miles an hour and then getting stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic had caused Logan's mood to worsen.
"We're only staying for supper." Logan declared when he pulled the keys from the ignition.
You glanced into the backseat at your companions, who looked even more tired than you were. Your gaze fell onto Charles who gave you a sly wink in return. If he could still use his powers you were sure he'd be in your head saying that Logan was full of shit.
You grumbled in frustration when the potato in your hands slipped and bounced to the floor. You had killed two men a few days ago, and now you were struggling with a potato the size of your fist.
"It's alright, I can do it. I'm sure you're tired." The woman, Kathyrn, said.
"No, let me help. You're giving us a free meal, the least I can do is help cook it." You smile, scooping the fallen vegetable off the tiled floor.
You'd never admit it to her but your lack of potato peeling skill is due to the pain in your hands. The swollen veins and unhealed cut from earlier are driving you up the wall as you peel and slice away. You can tell Kathyrn wants to ask you about them but is keeping it in.
"It's a skin condition." You lie, "It's not contagious though, don't worry you're safe."
She gives you a kind smile, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"I get it a lot, don't worry about it." You reply
She nods and then moves on to preparing ingredients for what looks like a pie.
"Your home is beautiful." You compliment, unsure what to say. It's been so long since you got to talk to another woman. You don't count the old lady who works at the motel with you, all she talks about is her bunions. Laura doesn't really count either, all you've heard was screams when she sliced those men up days ago. That and her growls when the convenience store's horse ride stopped working. Logan had saved the horse from an early death by gifting a quarter to the little girl, buying her another ride.
"Thank you." Kathryn says, "She's old but we love her."
"It's better than where we live." You say, thinking of the ugly smelting plant you were glad to finally be free of.
Kathryn eventually shoos you away from the potatoes and teaches you how to roll the pie crust out so it doesn't stick to the cutting board, and then she lets you taste the sweetest blueberry you've ever had.
Charles calls your name from his spot on the couch, pointing out Logan who was descending the stairs.
"Oh, Logan." You smile, "Did you trim your beard?"
"No."
He's lying. What an idiot.
Will had insisted Logan take a shower, Logan had resisted but the friendly farmer eventually wore him down, telling Logan he smelled was enough to get him into the bathroom.
"You look nice." Kathryn compliments
Logan gives her a small nod before crossing the room to you.
"What're you cooking?" He asks, leaning against the counter next to you.
His question goes in one ear and out the other. You're focused on the flannel and jeans he must've borrowed. They're a bit too small but you thank the gods above that Will Munson is smaller than Logan because the fabric is certainly hugging him in all the right places. You swore his jeans would split if he even tried to bend down in them. Thank god Charles had convinced Logan to stay. This was officially a glorious day in history. In fact, you're sure if they actually ripped you'd be sent right to heaven.
"She is working on a blueberry pie, my mother's recipe," Kathryn answers for you.
"Don't fuck it up." Logan teases, reaching out to gently tap your hip
His tone makes you bristle and has you breaking out of your trance and kicking at his shin. He lets out a hum of discontent but ignores whatever pain you might've caused him.
"Watch your mouth." You scold him, looking over at Laura, and particularly, Nate sitting on the floor, playing a game of checkers.
Logan scoffs at your command before stealing a blueberry from the bowl and popping it in his mouth.
"There won't be any pie if you eat all the ingredients." You groan, snatching the bowl away.
"Just give me one more," Logan asks reaching for the bowl that you keep from his reach, "I'm a growing boy."
"Go take a nap." You swat at his hand, and he hisses in pain when your hand hits his, "You're not growing, you're like a thousand years old."
"M' not tired." Logan lies, reaching again.
"You're full of shit." You reply
Kathryn lets out a warm laugh, "You two are cute. Bickering like high school sweethearts."
You feel your face warm and Logan shakes his head beside you, clearly flustered as well.
"They basically are." Charles says suddenly, "They used to be students at my school."
"Who had a school?" Will returns from his nightly rounds with his animals.
"My uh Dad was just telling your wife about his school for...special needs kids," Logan says
"They were both his students," Kathryn says
You can tell she likes the picture Charles has painted. Young love blossoming and lasting a lifetime, it was like something out of a movie.
"Logan never paid attention to me while we were there." You smile, "Too hung up a girl named Jean."
Logan glances over at you unsure of what to say or do.
"It's alright though, I've got him now." You assure, hoping you haven't overstepped by mentioning Jean.
Dinner and pie eaten, you find yourself fixing blankets on a small pullout bed the Munsons offered you and Logan. You were glad Logan had relented and agreed to stay. One night wasn't going to kill anyone.
"It's nice here." You say into the darkness, thinking of how wonderful this day had turned out.
"Yeah, it's fine," Logan grumbles, slinging an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him
"This is what life looks like, Logan." You say, hiding your face in his neck
"We'll have a life once we drop Laura in North Dakota." He says
"We really have to take her there?" You ask despite her foul attitude, the little girl was growing on you. If you closed your eyes tight enough you could even see yourself raising her with Logan by your side of course.
"She's not a stay cat. Besides, if we keep her they won't stop coming after us." Logan reasons honestly
"She's your daughter, Logan." You mumble into his skin sadly
"Never asked for a kid." He answered, his gruff voice normally calms you but tonight it upsets you.
"I know, but-"
"No buts. Go to bed." He says
"Gotta go pee." You lie, not wanting to be near him just this second. Didn't he feel anything for Laura?
Logan lets out an angry sound but lets you go, saying something about coming back quickly.
You tiptoe upstairs to the bathroom, trying not to make the steps creak too much. The bathroom door opens and you run right into Kathryn.
"I am so sorry." You say quickly
"It was my fault." She says, "I shouldn't swing the door open so quickly."
You look at her and her face is green with some clay mask that she applied.
"Nice mask."
You mean it as a joke, just a friendly jest since she reminds you of an alien right now.
"Would you like some? It's an overnight mask, it keeps the skin soft."
You back peddle, insisting she doesn't need to do that.
"Oh please, I've only been blessed with a son, as much as I love him it'd be nice to have a girl around here every once in a while."
Before you know it, you're sitting on the closed toilet seat while she paints your face with the cucumber scented stuff.
"Oh, I should've asked if this was going to hurt your skin." Kathryn suddenly pauses.
"My skin?" You ask
She glances down at your arms.
"Oh, right. It's fine. My uh skin will be fine." You affirm
"Does your daughter like doing girlie things with you? I try to take Nate shopping and all he does is whine." Kathryn says, "Always asking me when we can go home or buy some overpriced pretzels."
You're not sure if Laura would like "girlie" things. You suppose the closest you'd gotten to it with her was at the casino and then in the hotel when you detangled her hair. Not that it matters since you'd be dropping her in North Dakota and then running off to buy a stupid boat.
"Honestly, sometimes I can't tell what she's thinking. She's...not my kid." You say, according to Logan, she's not anyone's, "She let me brush her hair the other night though."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just presumed since you and Logan seemed so close." Kathryn says, "It's nice she lets you do things like that for her."
"Logan and I aren't even married." You say, glancing down at your left hand.
It didn't matter, marriage. So many things were more important right now. You did wonder though, would he ever ask? Sure, the two of you had just finally...well you didn't even know what you were to him. A girlfriend? Partner? Lover?"
"Men, they're always wasting time aren't they?" Kathryn sighs
"Tell me about it." You respond, thinking of the past year you spent pining over Logan. Did he feel the same way the whole time? Why did he bother waiting so long?
"You're done." She declares, "Tomorrow morning you can wash it off and your skin will be softer than ever."
You glance in the mirror at your now-covered face. Honestly, you look ridiculous.
"Thank you." You sheepishly say
"No problem." Kathryn smiles
You bid Kathryn goodnight and then float back down the steps to a now-sleeping Logan. As soon as you slip under the covers, he shifts, moving to rest his head on your chest.
"Long bathroom break." He points out
"I fell in." You joke
Logan lets out a short laugh, arms squeezing your sides.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
"Goodnight, Logan."
You wake up the next morning to Logan's booming voice scaring you.
"What. The fuck."
You look over at him, his eyes are wide and he looks utterly confused.
"What is your problem?" You groan, wanting to go back to bed
"What happened to your face?" Logan asks
"You shouldn't say that to a woman, Logan." You say, "It's a face mask relax."
"You're blue." Logan points out, distaste evident in his voice.
"Good." You grumble, where was his energy coming from? "And actually I'm green. It's cucumber scented."
"You know that alien emoji you sent me a few days ago? That's what you look like right now."
"You're an asshole."
You drag yourself upstairs, this time to go to the bathroom for real, and to wash your face off. Upon your return, you see the asshole er you mean, Logan, has propped himself up on the pillows and has his glasses on, paging through files Laura had in her bag.
"Much better." He says looking at you over the edge of his glasses
"Glad my face appeases you." You roll your eyes, trying to pretend he doesn't look otherworldly with those glasses.
"You don't need that shit. Pretty just the way you are." He says, motioning for you to join him in bed again.
You crawl over to him, resting your back against his chest. Your eyes scan the papers he holds, looking at all the nameless children Transigen has made.
"What're you looking for?" You ask
"Just, reading, bub. Wanna know more about this Transigen shit."
You nod and reach out to trace the scars that litter his left hand. Basking in the silence you let yourself relax on the soft sofa bed with Logan behind you.
"What are we, Logan?" You ask suddenly overcome with the need to know.
"What?" He asks, dropping the file that was opened to Laura's page onto his lap.
"What am I to you? I want to know what you're thinking. Is this some short-lived fling because I don't want to end up crying my eyes out over you if you were never taking it serious to begin with." You asset, sitting up and facing him
Logan sighs, taking in your determined face. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, tracing the ugly veins that mar your skin.
"You used to scare me you know." He says, pulling the glasses off his face.
"What?"
"Your feelings I mean. Back when we first got settled in Mexico and you were cooking and doing shit for me. It scared me, your feelings, my own for you. The idea of committing, it used to scare me."
"So we're some, what? Some casual thing?" You ask as a pit of despair opens in your stomach.
"What? No. Would you let me finish?" Logan asks
"Sorry."
He nods and starts again, his voice full of hesitance.
"But now I...shit I'm not good at this."
"Keep going."
You squeeze his hand in reassurance, hoping he opens his mouth again. It takes a moment but his deep voice fills your ears again.
"I want this, " He motions between the two of you, "You and me. For however long we have left in these shit bodies, I want it."
He pauses for a second scarred hands taking yours. "If you want to label it, we can. Lovers, partners, boyfriend, girlfriend. I don't care. I just..."
Logan meets your eyes and you let out a small laugh full of joy,
"I want you to be mine."
You smile and gently push the files off his lap, replacing them with yourself. Looping your arms around him so they rest on his shoulders, your hands run up the back of his head and thread through his hair. A gentle, chaste kiss is pressed to his lips. The scruff of his beard tickles as you pull away.
"I'm all yours."
"Good." He laughs, leaning in to let his nose brush yours, your eyes flutter shut as you take him all in.
Logan flips you onto your back and you let out a gasp that is entirely too loud considering the early hour. Logan presses another kiss to your lips and then to your forehead.
"Wanna show you how much you mean to me." He rasps, as he begins to pepper gentle kisses down your neck.
His hips grind into yours and you let out a quiet whimper when his fingers slip below the band of your pants.
"No panties?" Logan whispers, his voice teasing.
"It's more comfortable like this." You pout truthfully
"Easier access too."
Your face heats up in embarrassment but you don't have much time to feel ashamed as his thumb begins to circle your clit while his others push into you. Your eyes scrunch shut as your hips begin to arch up off the pull-out bed.
You let out a small gasp when he pulled his fingers out to spit down on them, easing the slight burn that had been there before. You can tell his ego is soaring with each groan and whimper that leaves your lips.
His spare hand comes up and tugs at the bottom of your shirt. You indulge him and pull it off, grinning when he lets out a deep groan. Your eyes shut again when his head dips down to gently suck at one of your breasts, tongue working wonders on the sensitive flesh.
"Open your eyes," Logan commands suddenly.
You let your eyes flutter open to meet his intense gaze.
"So pretty." He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.
It's all so intimate as you whimper his name when your climax begins to build. your hand flies down to where his is, gripping his wrist like you want him to stop.
Logan lets out a low chuckle when you cum. He claims your lips with his own, swallowing the loud moan that threatens to wake the whole house.
"Can I suck you off?" You breathily ask when he finally lets you go
Logan looks over at you, obviously not expecting that to come out of your mouth.
"You don't have to." He says, his eyes falling to your lips.
He was definitely imagining them on his cock. What a pervert your man was.
"C'mon, I've never gone down on anyone before. Let me try with you." You smile
Logan's head snaps back up, "You mean to tell me you've been alive how long and you've never gone down on a guy...or girl?"
You shake your head and he pauses, letting his eyes rake over your still-clothed body.
"How's that even possible?"
"Dunno." You shrug and drop to your knees in front of him.
Your hands come up to his pants and gently tug, silently asking for permission. He shakes his head but lifts his hips up anyway.
Your hips wiggle in excitement when he pulls them down, letting the fabric pool at his ankles. His cock springs up and you marvel at it. It's the first time you're seeing it for real. Unless of course, you count that time you accidently walked in on him masturbating a few months ago. He couldn't look you in the eye for a week after that incident.
"Remember that time I walked in on you?" You breathily ask
Logan's face turns red at the memory. You can tell he doesn't want to be reminded.
"You shouldn't have seen that." He says, his voice full of guilt.
You grin, "I just wish you would've asked me to join you."
And then you're licking your lips and gently kissing the tip of him. You gently let your fingertips brush up him before opening your mouth and spitting.
"Keep going." He orders, his voice is desperate.
You do so happily letting your mouth open up and take him in. Gently sucking at first but slowly becoming a bit rougher as he lets out quiet noises.
"Fuck." Logan gasps from above, "You sure you haven't done this before?"
Your hands stroke what doesn't fit in your mouth and the salty taste of precum is staining your tongue. The slight ache of your jaw is becoming annoying but you ignore it, looking up at Logan whose eyes are shut tight.
"Ah, fuck me," Logan declares as a warm spurt of cum hits the back of your throat. His head lolls back and you groan and try to swallow it all down as he fills your mouth, whimpering when it begins to spill out of your lips.
Logan gently pulls his hips away from your mouth and pulls you up towards him. He looks up at you as he sits on the bed while you stand, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hand comes up to wipe at the cum that's escaped your lips.
"That wasn't your first time doing that." He rasps, his voice heavy with euphoria.
You give him a sly smile, "No, it wasn't."
The sound of creaking steps has the two of you jumping back under the covers. You haven't seen Logan move this fast in ages as he yanks the covers up so you're covered. You feel a laugh bubble up in your chest as he scrambles to tuck himself back into his pants, clearly not interested in traumatizing whoever is walking downstairs.
"Morning, Howletts." Will greets, walking into his kitchen.
"Morn-"
Logan's voice is a bit higher than normal and he coughs a bit.
"Morning."
Guilt wells up in your chest. You and Logan had just defiled this man's poor pull-out sofa bed. It doesn't help that Logan's big hand is resting on your hip, drawing teasing little circles on your skin.
"Good morning." Kathryn greets the two of you as she descends the steps
Luckily she too, goes off to the kitchen, asking her husband about coffee. You're about to demand Logan pass you your shirt which lays forgotten on the floor when much to your horror, Laura walks down the steps.
Your prayers are denied when instead of entering the kitchen, she walks towards you and Logan, sitting on the recliner opposite of you.
Logan looks over at you, unsure of his next move. The obvious one is that he should get up and attend to Charles who is surely awake now but you don't want him just leaving you half-naked. A small groan escapes your lips and you look at Laura who is already staring, probably trying to work out why the covers are up to your chin.
"Laura, can you um, grab that shirt at your feet?"
She glances down before passing it to you. Logan lets out an amused chuckle before gently lifting the blankets to hide you behind them while you redress.
"Keep laughing and I'll cut your dick off." You threaten, pulling the shirt down your body.
"You like it too much to do that."
You send a rough punch into a muscled arm and he drops the blanket.
"Hey, don't hit me." He says, a frown on his pretty face.
You stand up, ignoring him and beckoning Laura to go to the kitchen with you. She walks ahead of you and quick as lightning Logan reaches out and gently slaps your ass. You whirl around to see his face full of boyish amusement, making him look years younger.
"Wasn't me."
Charles somehow manages to convince Logan to spend the day with the Munsons, claiming he's too tired to leave. You can't quite tell if he's faking or not, but before you know it you're watching Logan help Will with the horses you saved on the road yesterday.
"You sure you have to leave tonight? You and Logan still look exhausted." Kathryn points out as the two of you lounge on the front porch in rocking chairs.
You couldn't admit to her that the source of both of your exhaustion was from defiling the sofa bed.
"Ah, well we should make up the lost time. Plus we don't want to overstay our welcome." You sigh
"Nonsense. Tell you what. I'll give you our phone number. If you guys ever pass through here again, we can get together." She smiles
"We're not that cool, you don't want to spend more time with us." You reject
"I happen to think you and your little family are wonderful. Besides even Laura and Nate are getting along, he even let her borrow his iPod." She points over to the two kids, Laura is watching Nate climb a tree, iPod in hand.
"Alright, fine." You relent, not having the heart to tell her you didn't plan on ever driving through here again.
"Great, I'll be right back."
Your eyes scan the peaceful land you're sitting on. The setting sun and the chirps of birds fill your eyes and ears as you look around. Eventually, your eyes fall on Logan who has shed his shirt, leaving him in the white tank top he often wore. Your eyes greedily drink up the exposed skin as his arms flex while he helps lift a hay bale for Will. As disgusting as it might be you want to run your lips across those sweaty biceps, this morning had not been enough to quelch the fire in your stomach. Logan was simply a wet dream come true.
"Does he know you check him out constantly?"
Kathryn's voice has you sputtering, embarrassment flooding your system. She laughs loudly and passes you the paper with her number.
"I saw you last night when he came out in that flannel and jeans, I'm honestly surprised the seams didn't burst, your man is rather muscly." She teases
"Ah yeah, Logan has always been well-built." You say, thinking of how strong he was.
"When we were lying in bed last night, Will asked me how long it'd take for him to look like that. I told him not in a million years."
You laugh freely at that, trying to imagine Will Munson suddenly becoming as muscle-filled as Logan was.
Kathryn lets out a love-sick sigh, "I never want him to change though. Will is perfect in my eyes. Just the man for me you know?
"You two gossiping about me?" Will asks stepping onto the porch
"We sure are. All bad things." You grin, "Like the time you left the toilet seat up."
Will laughs, his warm gaze landing on his wife, "I haven't done that in years."
"Sun's setting. We're leavin' soon Logan declares as he walks over, shaking Will's hand in thanks.
You nod and stand up, shoving Kathryn's phone number into your jeans pocket.
After one more dinner, Kathryn insisted on it, you're packing the truck up, while Logan is arguing with Charles upstairs who has spent the day in bed, reading and eating a package of double stuff Oreos.
"Shit." Kathryn curses over a sink of dishes
"You alright?" You ask
"Fine, There's this water main about a mile or so away. Assholes shut it off every once in a while." She sighs, "Will! Waters off again!"
You watch as Logan tosses his bag into the bed of the truck, glancing over at Will who is already walking off in the direction of the water pipes.
"I'll be back soon, try to get Charles out of that damn bed." He says
"How?" You groan, knowing how strong-willed the old man was
"I don't know. Remind him about young mutants or some shit." Logan sighs, obviously tired, "Just try to get him in his chair at least."
You nod and take a step closer to Logan, hooking your fingers into his belt loops, and pulling him in so his chest brushes yours.
"And make sure Laura doesn't try to steal their kid's candy. I saw her eyeing it up earlier." He says
"Got any more orders for me, Sarge?' You tease
"Sorry. I just...We need to get a move on before they find us again. They're using Caliban to track us." Logan worries, resting his hands on your hips while you place yours on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"I know." You say sadly, thinking of your pale friend.
"See you soon, sweetheart," Logan says, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder, his face buried in your neck.
"Logan?"
"Mmm?"
"I love you."
You can feel the smile that stretches across the weary face you want to wake up next to for the rest of your life. He brings his head back up and the porch light makes his eyes twinkle just the slightest bit.
"I love you too."
A gentle kiss, unlike the ones you've shared before, is pressed to your lips and then he's walking off, the darkness swallowing him whole.
Charles is aggravating, he kicks and swears when you go to grab him. You sigh and collapse onto the floor on the other side of the bed. If he wasn't your father figure, you would've smacked him by now. You loved him but he was testing your patience.
You glance over at Laura who is laying on the floor, her eyes shut. She looks peaceful, like a normal little girl. You want her to experience a real like, one like Nate Munson has, winning track meets and doing math at the kitchen table with her dad. You want to experience it with her, fill the shoes of her nameless mother, and have Logan truly be her father.
"I'm sorry," Charles whispers into the darkness
"For not cooperating? Good. Now let's get you in your chair." You say, resting your head on the side of the bed.
"I remember it. Westchester."
Your heart drops to your feet. You and Logan had agreed never to tell Charles about what happened that day. You both knew it'd break his heart to know what happened.
"I've hurt so many. My family. People I've never even met.
Heavy footsteps thud in the hall and a big shadow casts its way into the room, blocking out the hallway light. Logan. That was fast.
"The past two days have been the best days I've had in a very long time." Charles declares
You want to agree with him, to validate his feelings but your voice dies in your throat, so you listen instead, just like Logan is.
"And I know I don't deserve it."
Charles' voice breaks up mid-sentence and the sound of it has tears stinging your water line. Tears for him, for Laura, for yourself, for your friends who he accidentally killed. For Logan who you knew you'd never have enough time with, your failing bodies would one day claim the love story between the two of you.
"I think I finally understand you, Logan."
The soft shifting of sheets hits your ears. Logan must be trying to pick Charles up.
It's the sound of claws unsheathing that has you confused. What was he doing?
Your stomach drops when you see it. A monster bearing Logan's face and body stands before you. A single hand pressed to Charles' chest is what your eyes focus on. Just barely you can see the adamantium glinting in the low light.
"What the fuck?" You breathe
A loud scream snaps you from your trance. Laura.
The little girl who you've become so fond of is on the imposter's back, her own claws unsheathed, stabbing and tearing at him. You rush to Charles' side, placing your hands over the wound in horror. He mumbles something and tries to push your hands away.
"It's alright, we're gonna keep pressure on it, okay." You say, trying not to panic, "Just look at me. Deep breaths okay?"
Charles nods, his hand coming up to wipe at the blood that's trickling from his mouth. His eyes look behind you to Laura and the monster struggling. You should turn to help her, you should, but you can't leave him. Charles. The man who took you in after your parents threw you out when your mutation manifested. Charles, the man who taught you how to focus it, how to control it, how to use it. Charles, the man who was dying in your arms.
"It's alright, eyes on me, it's just you and me."
The man in the silver wheelchair is odd. Sometimes, you can hear him in your mind. But today, he's speaking out loud as he asks you to focus on the blood that courses through his veins. Instead, you focus on his brown hair that is shiny in the sunlight. It's like he's spent some time styling it before coming to see you in this huge home of his.
"Calm your mind and focus. You can control your powers, they are gifts, I'll help you to see them the way I do."
"It's alright...eyes on me...it's just you and me." You gasp and your voice begins to wobble, you can't do this.
The sound of clinking restraints and the crack of a baseball bat have your mind reeling. You take Charles' hands and press them to his chest, whispering that he has to keep pressure on the wound.
You turn around just in time to watch the sixteen-year-old boy you've come to care for drop to the ground dead. Fresh blood pours like a fountain from the six holes in his chest.
Rage courses hot through your veins, bubbling up like a volcano as the click of a shotgun is heard. Kathryn.
You try to block it all out as you will Nate's to come to you, to serve you.
It doesn't.
You scream in frustration as Kathryn's voice shouts at you to run. heavy footsteps are closing in on her. Laura's loud yelling has your world spinning as you stare at the puddle of blood on the ground. What was happening to you? Were you really this useless? Letting your friends be murdered? Letting a little girl be kidnapped by some clone who shouldn't even exist?
The shotgun goes off, it's followed by a slash and another loud scream from Laura. A thud sounds and you know Kathryn is dead. Butchered like a fucking animal.
You wrap your arms around yourself and scream, you scream for your powers, for your friend and her son, for Logan, your Logan to come save you.
"Calm your mind and focus. You can control your powers, they are gifts, I'll help you to see them the way I do."
As if it's magic, the blood bubbles up and begins to move as you will it to. Your mind burns as you bend it to your will. The discarded baseball bat sits on the ground, and you scoop it up. Charles says something but you miss it, that freak of nature won't be taking Laura anywhere tonight.
You pass Kathryn's corpse. Her eyes are empty as she stares up at the ceiling. Her blood follows you down the steps where the clone is.
Laura lets out a loud shout when she sees you behind her. The clone spins on his heel and he cocks his head to the side, like he's confused you're even here.
You can sense it, in his blood. The x-gene, the one that makes a mutant, is there. It's strong, stronger than yours is, stronger than Logan's. A killing machine stands before you.
Laura is discarded like she's some piece of trash as the clone tosses her across the room and onto the kitchen table. Long claws glint in the light as they slowly extend from his hands. You answer it in good faith, the blood you have from your friends is fashioned into long tendrils and sharp and deadly, and the baseball bat sits in your hands as extra insurance.
"Give me the girl. Give her to me and you can leave."
You try to reason with it before you begin a suicide fight.
No response comes but instead, he charges at you, ready to kill.
Your brain feels like it's ready to burst as you let the blood loose, directing it to impale him, to send him flying. He smacks the table and goes flying through the wall into the front yard, taking Laura with him. In some other world you'd be able to use his own against him, pinning him down and blowing him up would be so much easier. But, you're scared. Scared of what it will to do you.
"Kathryn!"
Will Munson has returned to a dead family.
"What happened? Kathryn?!"
He asks when he enters his destroyed home and sees you, blood tendrils floating next to you. He glances up the steps and you know he sees Kathryn lying there, eyes glazed over, unmoving.
"Nate!"
He's dead too. You don't have the heart to tell him.
"What the fuck did you do?" He asks staring at you, "What did you do to them, freak?!"
You want to tell him it wasn't you but you can't. He takes a step back and your instincts kick in. Your hand flies up and the blood of his wife and son hit him in the chest, sending him flying into the kitchen.
And then, he's back. Logan. Your Logan has returned. He races up to you and his hands cup your face but he doesn't say anything. You whisper for him to go get Charles and he listens. Telling you to stay put. Your skin burns as much as your brain does when he leaves you.
Laura is screaming again as you walk after her ignoring Logan's words. The clone is fighting what looks like a bunch of men in cowboy hats. An expensive truck's headlights illuminate the bloody scene.
"There's another!" A voice yells when one man sees you
He loses his head to adamantium claws while trying to run away.
You catch a glimpse of a man in a white lab coat. He's yelling something that your throbbing mind can't process as you set your powers back on this clone. Blood, sharp as glass skewer the imposter as you pin him to the ground, others wrap around his feet, as he is spread starfish on the ground.
Your mind is breaking down, you can feel it. Your senses are dialed up, you can practically taste the blood of the fresh corpses beside you. A loud shout breaks the trance and you whirl around to see Will pointing a shotgun at you.
He fires it.
You turn your head and block the shell with a wall of blood. Your grip weakens on the clone, if this goes on too long, it'll escape.
He fires again.
Logan yells your name, he is carrying Charles out of the house.
"Marvelous, marvelous." The man in the lab coat is speaking to you.
Your mind is going numb, you have to finish this.
"You, my dear are simply extraordinary! Oh the power in your genetics, the future of mutants!"
The van behind him explodes and you lose your control of the blood. You're sent flying to the ground, and blood splatters down, falling like rain as it covers you in its metallic scent. The scent of your singed hair burns your nose. The lab coat man has been knocked out by debris.
Will Munson's shotgun cocks again, yet it never fires.
The clone has unknowingly saved your life as he sends three clean claws into Will's belly before letting him fall to the ground. You feel guilt when you realize you're relieved that Will Munson is gone, unable to gun you down.
Logan is calling your name and when the imposter lifts you up from the ground you see him running as fast as he can to you with his limp that never goes away.
You turn to stare this animal in the eyes. Its heart is beating rapidly, pumping blood to his body so he can kill all these people, so he can kill you. The fear from earlier goes away, you know you can do this. The blood is there, it's just a matter of focusing.
And then, it's rearranging itself, arranging itself at your command.
Claws dig into your belly and a white-hot pain follows as they're removed. It lets out a grunt, the first noise you've heard from it all night as its nose begins to bleed. You're going to rip this thing in half and send it back to hell. Maybe you'll see it there.
You feel it, your brain collapsing in on itself as you let out a yell, a last-ditch effort at getting your powers to truly be your own again.
The ground is cold and hard as you land on it with a thud and a splash of blood explodes across the grass. The monster is sent flying backward into the tractor behind it, impaling it on metal spikes.
Pride surges through your system when you see its head, a chunk of it is missing and it's no longer moving. Faintly you're pretty sure its heart is still beating, what matters to you though is that Laura is safe. Whatever that thing was, it wouldn't be moving for a while.
Your mind is blank as you lay in the grass. Vaguely you can feel the blood you're drenched in, it's ruined your clothes, the casino sweatshirt Logan bought for you to hide behind is fucked, no washer in the world could get it clean again.
And then he's there, above you, scooping you up, holding you to his chest. You can feel his heart beating as he says your name, telling you it's okay, that you're okay.
You want to reply but your mind can't formulate any words, they come out as incoherent gasps as Logan holds you tightly. He holds you and gently rocks back and forth. You feel warm tears trickle from his eyes down your neck as he presses a kiss to your skin.
He shifts again and his forehead presses to yours and his eyes meet yours. His hand gently cradles your face, brushing your hair from your eyes and wiping at the blood that's splattered on your face.
"My pretty girl,"
His voice is nothing but a whisper in the wind as his salty tears stain your face.
"I'm so sorry."
His words, filled with regret seep into your skin like they're secrets just for the two of you to know. Your bleeding brain is a mushy mess as you try to get it to cooperate one more time.
"Logan,"
Your voice is so quiet you swear he didn't hear it. But, he does, he always hears you when you speak.
"I want..."
"I want...to meet you again...to live a life with you"
Perhaps thats the wrong thing to say because he's even more upset now. Bushy brows knitted together in sadness, you're sure you even see his lower lip tremble a bit.
"We will, we'll meet again. You're tangled in my soul now, I'll give you a life, a real one. I promise."
You swallow thickly, trying to get your tongue to say them, your dying words,
I love you.
They die on your tongue and you want to cry out in frustration. Instead, you think them. You think them. You think of the many nights you spent beside Logan at the smelting plant watching a movie on the old box TV he found for you, you think of how his lips felt against yours just this morning, legs tangled in the sheets brushing his. You think of how he looked when you first met him, fresh-faced, smoking that stupid cigar of his.
Logan's thumb brushes the tears that leave your eyes and you sigh. His skin was warm in contrast to yours and it felt like stars were dancing across your skin as your eyes raced to memorize every inch of his face. You wanted to keep him as your own forever.
You'd see him again one day, in another life perhaps.
After all, he promised.
But wait! There's more... Logan and Reader's story continues in The Other Life
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sweeter than you ever knew. (pt. 2)
Series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: AFAB reader (uses she/her pronouns), 1st person POV, non-mutant Reader, Oral sex (f! recieving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, Wade breaks his nose so a bit of blood, Wade is an absolute pervert Logan is too, voyeurism, Logan puts his cigar out on his hand, Logan is also very emotionally stunted but we'll work on that Author's note: Holy shit guys?? This blew up in a way I totally didn't expect. I seriously thought this would just be something I uploaded and would get like five notes. You guys have been so sweet! Thank you so much! I hope you like this next installment. Things take a bit of a turn at the end and in the next chapter, but fear not besties, we will make it out of this and to a happy ending I swear! ao3 Tags (if you would like to be included or removed, just let me know): @fallout-girl219 @xolosimp @o0aligoth0o
Early that Monday, I met with my supervisor. When I explained that I was becoming attached to Alâs roommates and it would most likely affect my working relationship, he just sighed. Apparently, Al had requested that Iâm her only caretaker and said she would refuse anyone else. âSo keep your head on straight around them. Donât make me regret it.âÂ
When I walked into the apartment later that day, I knew Wade would make me fail. He instantly wrapped me in his arms, covering my face in slobbery kisses. But I was able to keep him at arm's length while I was on the clock for Al. He was allowed one kiss when I got there and nothing else. Despite his protests, he respected my boundaries. With Wade forced to behave, it allowed me to start talking to Logan more. There was some sort of tension between us that had eased. The crease between his eyebrows whenever he saw me had slowly faded. I saw him smile more often. He was surprisingly nice to be around once I got past his gruff exterior. I kept myself an open book, answering any questions he had, but he kept his life close to his chest. I didnât expect him to spill his guts and I accepted the little crumbs he gave me. But sometimes he was broody and quiet, keeping his responses short, a distant look in his eyes.Â
Nevertheless, it began to grow into something more. It started off small, little touches to the back, him forcing me to sit when I had been rearranging Alâs furniture. Then it was a gift of delicious chocolate when they came back from France and a home cooked meal when I was too busy to make it myself. I found his eyes tracing my body more often, lingering in certain places. He sometimes stood just a little too close to me while I did the dishes. He wore a shirt less often and I greedily drank in his body when I could. None of this escaped Wadeâs notice. I knew he was scheming.Â
It was a crisp autumn night when I climbed out on the fire escape to settle next to Logan. The cigar smoke was a comfort now, earthy and sweet. We sat in silence for a few moments. Sometimes that was enough for me, just to be in his presence, but not tonight. I shoved my chilly hands deep into the pockets of my jacket. I titled my head, watching his cheeks hollow around the cigar, the ash skittering across his forearm. He didnât so much as flinch as the hot ash touched him. âCould I try?â I had tried smoking before but had just ended up coughing for a minute straight. He shook his head, watching a bike roll by.Â
âLast thing you need is lung cancer.â I tentatively laid my head on his shoulder. He would still sometimes jerk away like I had burned him. This time, he allowed me to sink closer, our thighs pressed against each other. I could feel the heat of him sinking through my clothes.
âMm, it smells good though.â He takes a long drag, letting the smoke linger in his lungs before letting it out in a puff. A long moment of silence passes. Weâve been slowly circling each other for weeks, all lingering touches and heavy glances. How would he react if I finally did something? Pull away? I knew he and Wade still slept together, Al complained about it enough that I couldnât escape it. Wade and I hadnât really gone beyond our kisses. Despite what he called himself on my phone, I didnât want this to be a friends with benefits situation. He seemed to know that and hadnât pushed for more. Wade made it very clear to the both of us that he has no qualms about sharing. If anything, I think he wants Logan and I to have sex more than he wants to have sex with me.
Steeling my resolve, I rest my chin on his shoulder. âCan I try a taste?â Logan glanced down at me, that crease reappearing between his eyebrows.Â
âWhat?â His voice is dry, a touch on edge. I wanted to apologize for my flirting and run but I canât allow myself to. My fingers trace the corner of his lip, the edge of his jaw. He turned just an inch closer to me and Iâm able to take in his lined and handsome face.Â
âJust one taste?â It comes out breathy, barely audible. But he hears it, he always does. Thereâs the faintest tick at the corner of his lips like he was going to smile. âI promise to be gentle,â now that got a smirk out of him.Â
âYou donât scare me sweetheart,â his voice was a low rumble.Â
âThen why havenât you kissed me yet?â He pressed the still burning cigar onto his palm. The smell of burning flesh floated up to me and my nose twitched at it. âWhy would you-â but the words are cut off as his unburned palm cupped the back of my neck and dragged me closer, our lips pressing together. The kiss is chaste. My eyes fall shut, a surprised gasp leaving me. His beard scratches lightly at my face as we move our heads. But then he nudges my nose, tilting his head back. âNo, please,â I whispered, chasing his lips. I felt his sigh ghost across my face before he cupped both cheeks and drew me back against his mouth. I moan against him, clutching at the front of his sweatshirt, wanting him closer, craving it. Then his lips are moving against mine. My hands slide into his hair and give the strands a tug. His mouth parts on a growl and I take the opportunity to lick my way in. I can taste the tang of whiskey, the sweetness of the cigar, a hint of mint. I want to crush myself against him, to feel his body against mine, to explore his skin.Â
Just as Iâm reaching under his sweatshirt, hungry for the feel of the torso thatâs been haunting me, he withdraws. His breath still coasts across my face and my nose was full of the scent of him. My breath was ragged while his was perfectly even. Embarrassing. My eyes are slow to open. I found him only a few inches away, a smug expression on his handsome face.
âThere,â he whispers, âgot your taste.â
âAsshole.â Now he smiles, perfect teeth glinting in the streetlight.Â
âYeah, get that in your pretty head now.â His calloused fingers tapped at my temple. âIâm not someone to get attached to.âÂ
âWell sheâs sticking around me and Iâm about as much boyfriend material as sandpaper.â I jumped nearly out of my skin at the sound of Wadeâs voice. Logan just smirked and circled his hands around my wrists, squeezed once to make me let go of his sweatshirt. I had half a mind to refuse, crawl into his lap and kiss every inch of skin I could find. But I let my hands fall weakly to my lap. âWhen you two fuck, can you record it? Iâve tried finding look-alikes on pornhub, but itâs just not the same.â I huffed, glancing down at where Wadeâs head was, a spark of annoyance at him interrupting Logan and I. Heâs half laying on the metal grate, his legs dangling off the couch beneath the window.Â
âAinât gonna happen dickwad.â I can hear Loganâs lighter flicking before the smell of the cigar is back. I hoped he had just meant recording and that gruff tone wasnât for the idea of us having sex. But he let me remain close so I took that as a good sign.Â
âDonât listen to him, baby bunny. Look, he literally tried killing me and we ended up fucking in the end.âÂ
âWas still trying to kill you,â Logan growls. Wade gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like Logan actually succeeded.
âDonât lie peanut! Whatâs more romantic than stabbing me in the neck? That Honda Odyssey was shaking all night.âÂ
âI hope thatâs not how you plan on being romantic with me,â I laughed, reaching down to tug at Wadeâs cheek. âI canât snap back like you two.âÂ
âOf course not darling,â he covered my hand in sloppy kisses, sucking a hickey on my wrist. âIâll let you stab me in the neck while you fuck me. Would never want to hurt that sexy face.âÂ
âUgh, get a room you two,â Logan snapped, nudging my knee with his. I glanced back at him but found his face reserved again. As much as I wanted to linger and force my time on Logan, I knew he wouldnât appreciate it.
âWe should take Mary Puppins out, yeah?â Wade nodded, wiggling free of his awkward position. The decrepit dog came bounding around the corner. She wiggled her naked butt as Wade grabbed her leash. I looked back at Logan. He was determinately ignoring me, eyes locked onto the dark apartment across the way. âIâll probably head home once thatâs done.â He nodded and brought the cigar back to his lips. âWhy did you put it out on your hand?â
âDidnât want to drop it on you. Itâs a nasty burn.â There was something fleeting and tender that passed over his averted face. A little smile spread across my face.Â
âThank you, youâre my hero.â I pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek, lingering just a beat too long, before I pulled away. âGoodnight Logan.â I didnât wait for his reply, if he even intended to give one.Â
Wade was happy with the progress me and Logan had made.Â
But it wasnât fast enough.Â
Which is how I found myself locked in their shared cramped bathroom, Wadeâs head buried between my legs, while two of his fingers plunged inside me. My legs were shaking, my heel pressed against his shoulder to spread me open more. âWade,â I whimpered as tears pricked my eyes. He had already drawn one orgasm from me with his rough and agile fingers before he dropped to his knees. âI c-canât.âÂ
âI know you can honey bun.â His breath was hot against my tender skin and I gasped. âJust one more for me, yeah?â I nodded, hips grinding against him. âThere you go. Youâre close again arenât you?â I nodded again, eyes rolling back. He kitten licked across my overly sensitive clit. I knew I was making a mess of his face but he seemed to revel in it. He left a trail of sticky kisses along my bruised and bitten thigh. âDo you hear yourself? Got that WAP.â I smacked his head before pushing him deeper to keep him from running his mouth more. He latched back onto my clit, sucking harshly, and a third finger wedged into me. My back arched and I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet. My eyes fell closed. His spare hand moved from my hip where it had been holding me.Â
The sudden sound of the door opening made me freeze. Al had laid down for a nap which was the only reason I allowed Wade to drag me in here. But instead I found Logan framed in the doorway. He had the look of a deer in headlights. âNow peanut,â Wade cooed, his head laid against my thigh. to look at the other man. He didnât stop fingering me, the squelching sounds suddenly too loud. âDonât you know itâs rude to eavesdrop.âÂ
âI wasnât, you two are too fucking loud.â Loganâs nostrils were flared, heaving chest straining against his thin tank top.Â
âUh huh,â Wade teased, his tongue swirling around my clit. My hand clamped over my mouth as a sob caught in my chest. âThat massive tent in your pants has nothing to do with you hovering.â Logan growled, palming at himself, seemingly angry at his body. âCome on handsome, look at her.â Wade pushed my thighs farther apart, his free hand spreading me.Â
âOh god,â I mumbled, embarrassment making me cover my face. I couldnât hear Loganâs steps, he was always so light on his feet, but I could feel him examining me. The hairs at the back of my neck stood on end.Â
âDonât hide from us gorgeous,â Wade chides. âLogan Ioves to watch orgasm faces. I can feel you fluttering, I know you're close.â When I donât remove my hands, Wade sighs, the exhale of air making my hips jerk. âCome on, you can be brave for us.â I take a shaky breath and remove my hands, curling them around the edge of the counter. Wade smiled while Loganâs dialated eyes were glued to my pussy. I watched his Adam's apple bob and he shifted from one foot to the other. âGood job,â he kissed my clit, popping obscenely. âNow make a mess on my face.â
He dove back between my legs. With Logan there, Wade seemed determined to force me to come as hard and as fast as he could. His fingers drove into me with firm thrusts, tongue flicking cruelly at my clit. My leg was trembling so much it slipped from Wadeâs shoulder, only to be caught by Logan. I struggled to focus on him, my vision blurry from prickling tears of overstimulation. His calloused palm traced up my ankle and calf before notching behind my knee. With my pussy covered by Wadeâs head, Logan could only look at my face. I wanted him closer, to feel his mouth against mine again, that scrape of his beard. His eyes fastened to my neck, watching my erratic pulse.Â
âLogan,â my voice tilts up at the end, hands reaching for him. Before I was able to even breathe, just as the orgasm was rushing through me, Loganâs lips crashed against mine. I clung to him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and locking both of my shuddering legs around his waist, moaning wildly into his mouth. Wade groaned as his head was pinned between our hips and the vibrations made me cry out. Logan was kissing me like a man starved, biting at my lips, grunting like he was the one coming. A combination of our spit collected at the corner of my mouth and he licked at it hungrily. His blunt nails dug into the tender skin behind my knees as he clutched me closer. Tears streaked down my cheeks as Wade kept working me into near painful overstimulation.Â
Logan separated first, his forehead pressed to mine. My breath was ragged, sweat collecting along my hairline. I wanted more, to lose myself between their touches, their bodies. Wade finally stilled, his fingers still buried deep. His mouth released me and I gasped as his harsh breaths coasted across me. âYou okay down there?â My voice shook. I reached down and ran my nails across his scalp.Â
âBroke my nose, but itâs okay.â I bolted up straight and Logan stumbled back to avoid my head cracking against his. Blood and my slick was smeared across his face, staining his white teeth as he beamed up at me. The tip of his nose was bent at an odd angle.Â
âIâm so sorry,â I cupped his face, panic rushing through me. âAre you okay?âÂ
âHeâs fine,â Logan said. One of his big hands braced on Wadeâs head before he grabbed the broken nose with two fingers. With a pop and a grunt from Wade, the nose slid back into place. âThere,â he tapped Wadeâs sticky face, âgood as new.âÂ
âYouâre always so nice to me,â Wade grumbled, itching the rapidly healing bump. His drenched fingers slid from me, glistening in the harsh bathroom light. Logan glanced between Wade and I, one finger twirling in the drawstring of his black sweatpants. I wish I could read his mind, be able to tell his emotions from one glance, or a touch. I wanted to understand this unsure look on his face. He almost seemed nervous to be in here now that the haze of lust had passed. He swallowed thickly before he pressed a kiss to my cheek.Â
âSee you tomorrow sweetheart.â My arms, which were about to latch around his neck to keep him close, hung limply in the air. I blinked as he walked away, disappearing into their dark bedroom. Wade shook his head as he stood and closed the bathroom door.Â
âDid I do something?â I whispered, knowing Logan would hear me anyway. Wadeâs hands went to my thighs, kneading at the tight muscles, leaving behind wet handprints with his right one.Â
âNo, heâs just a fucking idiot who doesnât think he deserves happiness. Iâve been trying to ease him into this but heâs stubborn.â He turned his head, âand heâs stupid!â I heard their bedroom door snap shut. âHeâs worried heâll scare you off. Just give him time. Heâs justâŚjust had a lot happen to him.â I nodded. âDonât take it personally, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â I mumbled.Â
âAre you two done in there?!â A cane hit the door. âShe needs to read me my mail!âÂ
Never more in my life have I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Only compounded by Wade wiping the door open, cocking his hip to glare at his roommate. I knew she was blind, that she had completely lost vision almost twenty years ago. But that didnât stop me from stretching my shirt down to try and cover myself, crossing my legs. âI see Miss sleepy granny pants is awake. What do you need? A diaper change?â Al scoffed, her cane clicking along the floorboards of the hallway as she moved to the kitchen. Once she was out of our sight, Wade plucked my panties from the floor.Â
âWhy?â He shrugged, an evil glint in his eyes.Â
âMaybe I need to get him used to your scent, like a dog.â I rolled my eyes but bit back a hiss as he dragged the coarse material through my wet folds. âNeed a lot of it I think, yeah, nice and soaked.â I shoved his hand away and he tucked my panties into his pocket. Wade helped me off the counter, his hands braced on my waist to keep me steady. My jeans had been tossed carelessly to the side and I dreaded putting them back on without the barrier of my underwear. âDonât worry, I wonât make you wear those pesky jeans, even if they do make your ass look so good I want to rip them off you every time you wear them.â He passed through the bathroom and into his and Loganâs room. I peeked around the edge of the door frame and nearly fainted at the sight.Â
Logan was splayed across their dark sheets, body bare, hard cock in his hand. While the room was dim, the beams of light from the hallway were able to reach in. The shadows played over his muscles and I watched as they flexed. I wasnât able to see his cock well, both his hand and the poor lighting limited my vision. But I was able to see a long, thick vein along the underside. My face heated at the sight of him. âKnock, asshole,â his voice was husky. The sound of him made my toes curl. If I hadnât just had a mind melting orgasm, I would have been striding into that room, ready to do anything he wanted me to. His stomach fluttered as his strokes became more rapid.Â
âHere,â Wade said as he tossed my drenched panties on Loganâs face. His hips jerked, knuckles flashing white around himself. Wade searched through a drawer before pulling something from inside. âNow be good and keep those right there for when I come back.â Logan growled, removing the fabric from his face but kept it clutched in his fist. Wade blew him a kiss and a wave before closing the door again. He offered me a pair of sweatpants. I tugged them on with a mumbled thank you, having to roll the waistband down multiple times so I wasnât swimming in them. Wade pinched my chin and our eyes locked. âIâll get him to warm up, promise.â I nodded. âNow go take care of Miss Migoo. Remember to text me when you get home.âÂ
âOf course,â I stood on my toes to kiss his healed nose. âIâm sorry about that.âÂ
âDonât worry babykins. If it makes you feel better, I was near suffocation. So a busted nose was the best case scenario.â He laughed at my horrified expression. âHey, Iâd much rather die from pussy smothering than my heart being ripped out.âÂ
âYou know, that doesnât make me feel much better.â He smirked and drew me closer, his lips connecting with mine. I could taste the tang of me coating him. But I pulled back first. I needed to keep my head on straight for the last hour of my time with Al. âKeep it down with him, please? Itâll be too distracting.â His expression turned wicked.Â
âTrust me, I have a way Iâll shut him up.â His hands coasted down my hips, grabbing a handful of my ass. âIâll send pictures of what happens to your cute little panties once weâre done with them.â My face flushed and I pressed my hands to his chest.Â
âGod, youâre such a pervert.âÂ
âMhm, you like it though.âÂ
âWill you two stop! My vision isnât coming back anytime soon.â We reluctantly broke apart. Wade slipped into the bedroom. I was only able to catch a brief glimpse of Loganâs back arched, heels dug deep into the mattress, before my sight was cut off. I grabbed my discarded jeans and stuffed them into the tote bag I had brought with me. The last bit of my shift ended in mostly silence, minus the occasional creak of the bed frame from the guyâs bedroom. I helped Al sign a few checks, read through her mail, and took out Mary Puppins. I said my good night and left the apartment. My mind conjured up thoughts on what could be happening behind that closed door all the way home on the train. Wade, clad only in my stolen underwear, bouncing on Logan. My panties stuffed into Loganâs mouth as Wade pounds him from behind. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop my imagination from getting too wild. It wouldnât help anything to get turned on now.Â
If my mind hadnât been so filled with dirty thoughts, I would have noticed the man watching me from the other end of the train car. Â
I made it to my apartment. The key fob scanner was broken again. âAdvanced security my ass,â I groaned, trudging up to my apartment. It was Friday and I felt like ordering something in. I knew I shouldnât, the delivery fees were astronomical, but I just wanted to relax. After placing my pizza order, I grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt stolen from Logan by Wade, then gifted to me. It always felt illegal to wear it, but it was easily the softest shirt I had. His scent lingered on it and it always soothed me. I had around an hour before my pizza was going to arrive. I made a little nest for myself on the couch and tucked in to watch some mindless reality tv.Â
A knock woke me up. At first I was confused, rubbing at my eyes and looking around to locate the sound. Then my mind caught up. âOh shit,â I mumbled, scrambling to the door as the poor delivery guy knocked again. âSorry! Sorry!â I called. I unlocked the door and swung it open.Â
I froze.Â
A man, with no pizza box, stood before me. âUm, can I help you?â The man had ice chips for eyes, cold and lifeless. A tattoo peaked above his collar. He took me in, tracing each inch of me. I felt my skin break out in goosebumps at the cold calculation on his face. My arms curled over my chest, hiding it from him. âCan I help you?â My tone was stronger, a small snap to it. That horrible gaze found mine again. Then he said my full name. Fear oozed through me.Â
I heard something from my bedroom, a little thump, but was too terrified to look away from the man in front of me. âGet the fuck out of here,â but the words lacked conviction, a slight tremble to them. âI donât know who you are. Leave or Iâm calling the cops.âÂ
âWhy wouldnât you call your boyfriends?â My heart stuttered in my chest.Â
âI donât know who youâre talking about.â I heard the creak of my floorboard. I cast a wild glance behind me and found a wall of a man emerging from my bedroom. I went to scream but the man at my door latched his hand around my mouth. I kicked and thrashed, biting wildly. He didnât react. There was a pinch in my neck.Â
My elbows tried to find his face, but he was able to easily deflect them. The man in my apartment was searching for something. My eyes were blurring, limbs turned to lead. I saw him hold my phone up.Â
Then I slumped to the ground.
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Heian! Muzan with a really sweet and gentle wife from an arranged marriage? He's completely in denial and becomes tsundere whenever the wife lovingly takes care of himm
hearts' day imagine 001.
muzan kibutsuji with his loving wife.
"her kindness is only an act of formality; it's not real."
muzan constantly believed that for a woman that was forced to marry him, your outward kindness was bound to run out eventually. you were a benevolent soul, extremely gentle, and softhearted. every time he came home from attending to his business, you would always greet him with a sweet smile and a hot plate of his favorite food.
you were the only woman he had ever lived with that wasn't a family member, he was never really used to a stranger cooking meals for him or asking him about his day. he refused to let his guard down with you, even if you meant the nicest intentions, he just couldn't bring himself to trust you.
he barely responded to your questions, usually making snark comments about your cooking or other things you did. they did sting, but you took every word he uttered with a kind smile. he found it somewhat unnerving, how someone who was constantly insulted by him could stand being so nice to him still.
after several weeks of this arrangement between you two, muzan toned down his snarky comments and insults, remaining silent more than cranky around you. he opted that instead of engaging in conversation with you, he opted to observe you as you tended to your garden every morning and every afternoon, the same time as always, without fail.
while he rested inside by the living room, he overheard a neighbor making conversation with you. you talked about how your wedding anniversary with him was tomorrow, and though he had never really felt compelled to get you anything, he felt as though it wouldn't hurt to get you something at least, something that would keep your pretty little self happy for even a few hours.
he went off to the florist's at dawn, and requested for a bouquet of some of your favorite flowers, the kinds you wish you had in your garden and envied other wives in the village for having, silently wishing you could have the same species of flowers as them. when muzan got home, you were about to start your day and cook breakfast for him, as usual.
though when you headed downstairs, the sweet scent of the flowers he bought for you wafted in the air. muzan barely had any time to hide them foe you to find, so seeing your husband clutching a bouquet of colorful flowersâexpensive ones, mind youâon the morning of your wedding anniversary warmed your heart, and... drove you to tears.
muzan couldn't understand why you were sobbing over flowers, but instead of reaching for the bouquet, you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him gently, sobbing a little into his clothes. he usually would push you off when you got too close to him, but... not a single cell in his body compelled him to. it was as though muzan felt comfortable with you clinging onto him like this.
it was strange, it was new to him, but... he didn't hate it.
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Yandere alphabet with/ Logan Howlett
A/n: Obviously this deals with yandere stuff which is dark, but only is r*pe mentioned in the letter H so just skip that if it makes you uncomfy. MDNI for my safety and yours.
Affection â how do they show their love and affection?
Pet names/Nicknames and light kisses and touches. He wants to respect your boundaries, but he just needs to touch you. Don't worry though that's about how far as it goes unless you want him to go further!
Blood â how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
He will kill everyone in his way and everyone who wants to hurt you. You will always be safe with him, no one is spared <3
Cruelty â how would they treat their darling once abducted?
Your treated really nice sure your locked up in a cabin miles away from life. But hey it could be worse and at least it's cozy. You get to keep your clothes and the shackle on your ankle is long enough so you can go anywhere in the house. It also is padded so it doesn't bruise you! Logan may not be a good cook, but his eggs and toast are decent! He will always make sure your fed properly<3
Darling â aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darlingâs will?
Calling them names reserved for lovers, touching them briefly and kisses. A light touch on the hips or back and a quick peck on the forehead or lips. Nothing extreme because he knows anything else is to far.
Exposed â how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He may be softer with you but he still doesn't let all his walls down. He smiles more but he is self aware that you don't want this and don't love him for real which hurts. But when is very sleepy or drunk he is really open and vulnerable.
Fight â how would they feel if their darling fought back?
He doesn't enjoy it at all and he just shakes his head. It's pointless he doesn't know why you do it. You harm yourself more than harming him.
Game â is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
It's not a game and it freaks him out when he sees you've tried to escape. He finds you quickly and his heart aches when he has you caged in his arms kicking and screaming for help and for him to let you go.
Hell â what would be their darlingâs worst experience with them?
You scream insults at him and bring up all his faults. You mock him and bring up the fact how he was to scared of rejection he had to kidnap you to secure you. He doesn't take to kindly to that and slaps you hard and pins you to the bed and.... Yeah that was the first and last time he took advantage of you. He still feels bad about it and he hates how you barely talk back to him. You just give into him, but at least your more compliant to his touches.
Ideals â what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?
Where your just the sweetest thing that is loyal to him the way he is loyal to you. Your always hugging him or at least have a hand on him. You cook the meals while he goes to his job. He just wants a simple life with you <3
Jealousy â do they get jealous? How do they handle it?
If he does get jealous he'll just kill the person or beat them up badly. They're talking about you inappropriately well expect them to be found in the alley torn to shreds.
Kisses â how do they act around or with their darling?
He is sweet and treats you with care. He may put up a persona with other people but with you he is his real self to an extent.
Love letters â how would they go about approaching their darling?
He tries to run into you normally, but he intimidated you so brushed by him. He tries to stop but you but the words get stuck in his throat and decides he'll just take you because this was too difficult lol.
Mask â are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Duhhhh he is a stone to other people and comes off standoffish. But with you he is so caring and is always calling you pet names hoping you'll call him one back.
Naughty â how would they punish their darling?
Slaps here and there wether on your face or ass, you can choose. Deprive you of your senses is reserved for when you do something terrible. He will never do anything that will leave lasting marks.
Oppression â how many rights would they take away from their darling?
Just a few. Your freedom is one, only he gets to decide where and when you go places. He will bathe you from time to time.
Patience â how patient are they with their darling?
His patience is stretched thin but he tries to keep it composed. If he can't hold it together don't blame him please he has a bit of a anger problem :(<3
Quite â if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If darling dies he is distraught and no longer himself. He drinks 24/7 and prays for death so he could see you again. He doesn't stop blaming himself. If darling leaves he is tracking you down. He is finding you in less than 48hours thanks to his good sense of smell and hearing.
Regret â would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?
Yes he'll occasionally reflect on it and it stings, but he tries not to dwell on it. Because I'm the end you ended up with him and who could ask for more!
Stigma â what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Probably his past, he lost one partner he doesn't want to lose another. So when someone catches his eye he just needs to make sure they are safe and what's safer than at his little cabin.
Tears â how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He doesn't like them screaming it loud and annoying and crying he enjoys (he finds it hot) Your not able to isolate your self but if you try he'll just laugh at your attempt tell you stop the nonsense. If you don't he'll leave you alone for a day to cool off.
Unique â would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He wouldn't hurt your family and friends. He may threaten them to silence you, but he would never hurt them. He knows how it feels to lose people that are close. He doesn't want you to go through that. He will occasionally let you visit them, but if he thinks anything fishy is going on he is running outta there with you being held bridal style.
Vice â what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
How he can be a softy for you and only you. If you play your cards right you may be able to have him let you hang out with your friends and hope they'll be able to help you escape.
Witâs end â would they ever hurt their darling?
Maybe a slap and a little slice from his claws, but nothing permanent and too painful. He loves you even though you act out from time to time.
Xoanon â how much would they revere or worship their darling?
He doesn't worship you, but he would go to hell and back for you. He would burn the world down for you. He priorities your safety above all else.
Yearn â how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
I give it two weeks or a month, but no longer than five months. He's never been a patient man. He can't help it! He just wants you safe in his arms!<3
Zenith â would they ever break their darling?
I don't see him breaking them, but in the multiverse there may be a broken darling. But only because he was too rough with them and kept them chained in a basement. Poor baby is scared and traumatized that you may leave him or you accidentally get hurt and die. :'( <3 If darling does break he will be hurt and try to help them and if letting them go means helping them he will let them go. Hopes they get better over time(he is always watching) and when they do get better he is taking them back.
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