#for those that missed it he went away for 3 months and came back and deposited 3 months of rent cheques without telling me he was back so

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

isagi yoichi was the love of your life.

he made you laugh. he always seemed to know exactly what to say at the right time. he wasn’t particularly assertive, but he didn’t let himself get tossed around either. he was always smiling. he never judged based on appearance. he always made you feel safe. your heart was kept safely in the palm of his hands, always and eternally kept from being broken ever again.

that was until he left for blue lock.

he had changed. he was no longer soft spoken and kind. he no longer knew how to keep your heart safe anymore, and yet he still kept it, never giving it back. he was closed off. he only cared about soccer now. you had finally decided that if he wasn’t going to return your heart, then you won’t use it anymore.

isagi yoichi was the loss of your life.

you were his, but he wasn’t yours. it was only temporary, and yet you expected for it to last forever. only the savoring taste of cotton candy in your mouth before it unnoticeably melts away rapidly and permanently. you both never technically broke up, only that eventually, after around a month or so into the neo egoist league, he slowly stopped texting you. you realized quickly that he must be too busy to have a lover now, and so you called it off in your mind, not wanting to bother him with a text of breaking it off.

eventually, you went to college. you bought a new phone and got a new number. you claimed to have moved on from that fact that you practically dumped a world famous soccer player, and yet, whenever your roommates had a soccer match with isagi in it on, you always caught your eyes drifting to the tv, despite your constant remarks about not being interested in soccer. your eyes couldn’t help but soften whenever isagi smiled at scoring a goal; it was reflex already.

you missed him.

you missed your yocchan, the one who you met on the playground at age 4, the one who you always had to do homework for because he constantly forgot, the one who always told you how pretty you were with a grin, the one that always held your hands in his to warm them up on a cold winter day. you wanted him back. you wanted your yocchan back.

but it would be too late now, right?

how wrong you were.

playing for bastard münchen in germany filled isagi’s schedule hastily. soccer practice, 3 meals, fan meets, and a scarce amount of free time that he uses to learn german. learning german was the worst part; he knew that he could just use those language translating earbuds, but he wanted to at least make an effort for his fans. but the difficulty with german wasn’t the best part.

isagi had asked yukimiya to hide his phone somewhere so that he wouldn’t get distracted from training. he was going to text you a quick note, but was distracted by noa speaking to him. after finishing their conversation, yukimiya had already took isagi’s phone, so isagi had no time. he decided to tell you after the neo egoist league, hoping that you’d understand. but when he texted you again, you didn’t respond.

and the time he texted you again the next day.

and the time he texted you again the day after that

and the time he texted you again after that.

and again.

and again.

until he finally came to the conclusion that you must have thought that you both broke up. but when he tried looking for you, you were nowhere to be found. he had missed the entirety of his 3rd year of high school for soccer the the u20 world cup, but that also meant missing you for a whole year. he couldn’t move on; he didn’t know how. you were the stabilizer in his life, the one who he loved. the one who he always thought of.

and now he couldn’t even contact you.

but his worries will soon end.

clutching the ticket in the palm of your hand, you wondered if you should even be here. but you already flew to a whole other country just for this, so it’s way too late to back out now. your eyes wandered to the massive stadium towering over you, taking yet another breath before stepping in. your roommate had gotten herself tickets to the bastard münchen versus manshine city match, but then she realized that she had school that day, and that she couldn’t go. she reluctantly gave her tickets to you instead.

meaning that you would see isagi in person again today.

okay, okay, maybe he won’t see you. maybe if he does, he’ll just ignore you. maybe he won’t care. hell, maybe he’s moved on already and is dating someone else. you made your way to your seat, knees bending to slowly drop to the seat. you waited for the match to start, and when the two teams came out, you tried not to search for the familiar patch of dark blue hair. key word: tried.

indigo hair suddenly clouded your vision, and isagi was there. right. fucking. there. your ex-best friend. your ex-lover. your ex-everything. suddenly, your chest tightened, and a lump formed in your throat, your eyes stinging. he’s grown just a little bit, and yet he looked so much more mature. you knew that you should relax: he was even your boyfriend anymore. and yet you still couldn’t help but feel heavy when the loss of your life is right there.

isagi scans the crowd, indigo eyes wandering side to side. he expects for himself to just see the same cheering people as usual, there to hype him up, but not this time. his jaw goes slack, and glimmering sapphires under the brightest of sun and stars seem to replace his navy eyes.

it’s you.

you’re beautiful. you’ve matured. you grew out your hair. your cheeks glowed pink in the cold winter air. fog escaped your lips when you exhaled. and you were looking right at him. isagi stays like that for a few moments, his eyes only looking at you, before kurona pulls him away from his schoolboy crush looks.

you hoped that you would never have to experience that again. was he still in love with you? you never thought of that; you thought he’d be secretly dating some idol or something. but the look in his eyes when he stared at you suggested differently from what your original thought process told you. after the match, you hurried out, begging that you’ll be able to exit the stadium quickly.

maybe isagi yoichi was the love of your life after all.

[t3am-r0adk1ll]

— Honeymoon with Daisuke! (nsfw!!!)

Note: Ok so uhm this is for a friend heheh~ I'm still working on reqs don't worry! rn i just did this for her bday <3

Daisuke x afab!reader

CW: smut, Daisuke is kind of a bottom?, he CRIES when he cums and that's the whole appeal of this, no pronouns used but reader does wear a dress and have a 🐱

Summary: Your boyfriend arrived from his internship in outerspace with all the intention to settle down with you. Now, you're making up for lost time.

It had been months since you last saw Daisuke. That fucking internship in space was something you’d never forgive his mom for. Why’d she come up with that? Seriously? She couldn’t have just get him a job as a secretary or something?

That was in the past, anyway. What mattered was that as soon as those eternal months passed and the Tulpar landed back on Earth, you could see your beloved boyfriend again. After picking him up from the station, you two went to share a nice meal at a fancy restaurant, had a good time, and Daisuke took you off-guard with a marriage proposal. Of course you were surprised, and of course you said yes.

It all happened a little fast after that, maybe because of the excitement for the wedding. A few months after the proposal, you were already exchanging votes at the altar, both dressed in all white, Daisuke’s hair slicked back with gel that made him look more handsome than usual. It was like a dream, one you never knew you had, but you sure as hell were enjoying.

But the best part? The best part was the honeymoon.

After Daisuke came back, you two were still too busy to spend nights together. Whenever you did stay at each other’s place, all you did was cuddle and sleep because of how exhausted you were. You hadn’t touched him in months, and it was taking a toll on you. You hadn’t noticed how much you missed him until you two were alone in the hotel room his mom had booked for you, in Tokyo, as a honeymoon present. It was fancy and there was a thermal pool and everything, but you couldn’t care less about that right now, when you were full-on devouring your husband’s mouth like you never had before.

You were slowly heating things up, your kisses and movements more eager, and this obviously didn’t go unnoticed by Daisuke, who was already panting. Once you gave his lips a break, going down to kiss his neck, he catches his breath and a few moans and whimpers escaped here and there.

“Haah… someone’s needy, aren’t you..?” Daisuke tried to sound smug and tease you, but your assault on his neck was making it hard for him to talk without a moan or two.

You giggled, giving a hickey you left one last teasing nip, making his back arch. "Haven't had you in a while, baby... can't blame me..." you pant against his skin, and he shudders under you.

At this point you're straddling him on the bed, both knees on either side of his body, sitting on his thighs. He's shaking a little bit with anticipation and arousal, you do that to him. You always have that way to get him so horny he's shaking, and even if he doesn't admit it out loud, he's missed you an awful lot too.

His hands give him away, eagerly finding the hem of your dress to slowly drag it up your thighs, his fingers carefully tracing the skin until his hands get to your butt and give a slow, tempting squeeze, coaxing a soft moan out of you. Your little noises always motivate him to go on, and that look you give him when he looks down at you just screams "please continue." And as the good boy he is, he obeys. His hands trail your waist under the dress, caressing you gently a few times, slow and earnest.

You loved his gentlemanliness, but today you were fucking starving for him. So you leave his neck unattented, marked by pretty hickies and lovemarks, but unattended, to sit up on his thighs and pull your dress off yourself. All that covers your body now is matching underwear you obviously are wearing for Daisuke. When his mind was just clear enough to take in the sight before his eyes, his face blushes but his eyes darken, eyeing you up and down before biting his lip with a teasing smirk.

"Aw, for me, babe? You shouldn't have..." he obviously loved it, did he think you didn't feel his cock throb under his pants? So you giggle in response, leaning in for an open-mouthed kiss again, and this time he had no shame in bucking his hips up to get some friction against yours, making you feel the heat that was concentrating on his lower belly. You smirked into the kiss, knowing damn well what you were doing to him, and it just got him more eager. One of your hands wandered down to his crotch, immediatly earning a groan from him. You loved how vocal he was for a guy, never shy to groan or whimper for you. Slowly you unbuckled his belt, only parting from your kiss to concentrate on fully undoing his pants.

Daisuke was breathless, his cheeks blushed a pretty shade of carmine, and all his attention was on you. Fuck, was he a sight. So pretty and so fucked up already, just for you. It was making your mouth water, but what made you gulp with eagerness was the sight of the wet spot on his boxers, evidence that he was just as eager, if not more than you, for what was to come. You hurriedly took his shirt off, ripping it in some places, but none of you could care less. Trailing kisses down his chest and abdomen was quick too, but that doesn't mean you didn't leave some more marks in the way. He'd be proudly flaunting those in the beach tomorrow, you were sure. You spent more time kissing and marking his navel, knowing this was a sensitive spot, which made your husband whine and arch his back under you, his hand shakily tangling in your hair to encourage you to keep going.

Of course you teased him over his underwear, licking along the outline of his cock. He downright moaned at that, hips bucking up eagerly, and his eyes were already watering because of all your teasing.

"Babe... please... too much... need you..." Daisuke panted, making you smirk, but you obviously complied, eventually pulling his boxers down to let his member out.

It was leaking already, much hotter than the rest of his body, and absolutely throbbing for you. As you had many times before, you started by taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking slightly now and then. All your husband could do was whine and arch his back, tears already overflowing his eyes, causing him to cover his face with his free hand. His whines only encouraged you, slowly taking more of him in your mouth. By the time you started gently bobbing your head up and down his length, he had recovered his breath just enough to speak in ragged breaths and whimpers.

"I... I missed you so much, love... couldn't stop thinking 'bout you when I was up there... I missed your... your warmth so much... f-fuck..." he trailed off, but what you heard was enough for you to understand what he was saying. You couldn't be patient anymore, and you knew Daisuke couldn't either. Your mouth was only a temporary relief, but he needed to be in you.

"I missed you too, baby... so much..." you answered after llifting your head, now straddling his hips again, sliding your panties to the side. You were too eager, and Daisuke liked to keep your lingerie on whenever you wore it, he said it looked hotter that way. You were dripping wet, so you didn't need much more prep, and with his pre already leaking out his cock it was also much smoother. You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, sighing with relief once he bottomed out. So did he, the feeling of your warm cunt swallowing him and your walls fitting him tightly was never any less good than the first time. You were even tighter today, since it had been a while without the stretch.

"f-fuck... baby... s'tight..." he managed to hiss, hands instinctively moving to hold your hips in an encouraging grip for you to ride him. And yes, you were desperate to feel him ravaging your insides, but you missed the closeness too, so you lay closer to his body, only moving your hips back and forth slowly to start the motion. You two are so close your breaths intertwine, looking lovingly at each other's eyes, reveling in the way your bodies connected again after so long. You pick up the pace slowly once Daisuke starts thrusting up into you, a sign he wants to go faster.

Not even ten minutes pass before you're fully riding his cock, bouncing on him while he desperately meets your hips midway, thrusting into you with whines and moans that sometimes get even louder than yours. He notices how one of your hands goes down your body to stimulate your clit and the way your insides clamp onto his cock greedily, signaling you're close to your climax without even having to tell him. He's your husband, after all. One of his hands quickly pushes yours away, his thumb expertly drawing circles on your clit the way he knows makes you crazy. Slow circles, quick circles, then he spells his name. And right when he finishes doing so, you let out a nice cry of his name he's missed, he hasn't heard you moan like that since before that Tulpar internship. Daisuke let's you slowly come down of your high, holding your hips tenderly. Once you're lucid enough, you look up to his face, and just the sigh of him is enough to make you want to keep going.

He was about to ask how you felt, if you needed any aftercare or a moment before continuing, but you caught him by surprise when you resumed your previous pace, just this time your pussy was much tighter and sensitive after your orgasm. It felt so good, way too good, that it made Daisuke yelp at first--surprised by the unepected action and the unexpected overwhelming pleasure. He was starting to get overstimulated, he was way too close to coming for you to keep bouncing on him like that.

"B-babe! S-Slow down..!" Daisuke whined, yet his hips contradicted his words and betrayed his mind, sloppily thrusting up into you. "I... Imma come inside if... if you keep going like th-that..." his voice cracked, giving away the overstimulation tears that were starting to flow down his face.

"S'okay, love..." you panted, mind way too fucked out and horny to care for how your words were delivered. Needy and desperate. "Why don't you... why don't you fill me up, huh..?" you only slowed down for a moment to get closer to his ear, still grinding your hips down. "Want you to knock me up..." you nipped at his earlobe for good measure, and if you were thinking a little better, you would've sworn that broke something in him.

Daisuke shuddered at your words before letting out one more pathetic whimper, and his hands gripped your thighs so tight you knew there would be bruises. He started a sloppy but fast pace, a desperate and hungry one. Was he getting off at the idea of getting you pregnant? You couldn't possibly think of an answer to that with your brains being fucked out, eyes rolling back as Daisuke's cock hit the deepest part of your cunt over and over. If it could get bruised in there, it definitel was now. You reveled in the way you could feel your whole lower body being slammed by his cock, over and over and over, until you reached your climax unexpectedly again. This time it was weaker, all you could do was choke out a moan, while the way you tightened impossibly more made Daisuke cry. Literally cry. His back arched off the mattress and he full on cried your name out loud as he came.

You'd never heard him do that before. And it didn't get out of your head.

Not when he pulled you off him and laid you down next to him. Not when he put your knees to your chest and told you to keep them there so you'd have better chances at getting knocked up, because you'd reassured him that's what you wanted, after all. Not when you two drifted off to sleep cuddled up against each other, his tear stained face so peaceful and handsome under the dim lightning of the moonlight.

Maybe you'd make him cry again one of these days.

[emacrow]

Welcome to the Starlight Toy Galore! How can I help you?

Apparently, 1 toy wasn't enough to in the analysis machine. Dick and Damian were compromised by the toys and refused to part with them.

Babs decided to go this time, but this wasn't the first time she came into the place for investigating, actually..

This was the 36th time she visited, not because a ridiculous tall, very obvious dork of a owner kindly remade his front more wheelchair accessible to enter and couldn't take a goddamned compliment to save his life.

This was her case dammit, and Batman wasn't going to ruin all her processes steps of plans she had already set back, steps now by visiting.

It seem this week was appreciated space theme background that was completely accurate with various sizes planets above attic seemingly look to be floating until one tiny pluto float downward only for a little 7 year old girl with pigtails to wind it up with a blue winding key and watch it float back up with the others.

Danny always went all out in the starlight Toy galore before what caught her eyes was a little boy that had a butterfly hairpin with a broken dolly, a bag of doll pieces that was the missing cracked head and missing arm piece walking up to a station where the Owner Danny Nightingale was await.

"Can you fix mah ma's Sally? Felix got mad at her for not giving him lunchie when he went out with the guys.. and.. and I got all the pieces..! I trade you mah hairpin for you to fix her!" the little boy said softly with quivering confident, raising the hairpin that he was wearing up with his hand.

The Danny looked down on the little boy and bent over slowly, his form still gigantic even crouched down as he nodded, whispering softly to the boy as he ruffled his little hair, carefully picking the broken dolly that seem way too small in those long thin hands.

Carefully placing dolly and the broken pieces out of the bag carefully, The Danny went to the cabinet above the station and pulled out a jar. She could see his body shake as though he knew she was watching. Now, if Babs could almost see what that jar said, she coul-

The hard tug onto her shirt cause her to turn to see a 6 year old little girl in black braids with rose designed beads, bright blue eyes, and a soft grin with a front gap toothy. She had a tagged name, and I'm Ellen Nightingale.

Ellen mischievous little girl who like to play pranks at the beginning but became sweet on her 3 months ago.

She was holding out a strawberry taffy out in her small hand, colorful sensory rings on three fingers and a ducky doodle in yellow and green marker on the back of her hand.

"Oh.. thank you." Babs said softly, holding out her hand to receive the taffy. Ellen smiles with wider, and her eyes gleamed brighter at Babs as she giggles, rushing off to where Babs was previously watching the Dann-..

Ack. She got distracted!

The little boy was walking away, smiling brightly with the fixed dolly now wearing his butterfly hairpin as Danny waved at him.

Ellen tugs onto his apron and points at Babs, whispering something lightly to him as he picks up something from his stationary. Babs felt nervous for some reason, considering he was a ridiculous tall man. Hell, he can give the killer croc a run for his money in size if he were broader instead of slim figured.

And here they come, alright. Babs smiles softly as they both come over. Before Babs knew it, a bouquet of lilacs and purple roses was nearly shoved in her face.

A heavily bright red-faced danny with his hands shakenly holding the bouquet as he tonguedtied on his own words.

"You did the order wrong, Papa!! It was ask, then give the flowers!! All that hard work pwactices over this last night, gone, You big oversized Dumdum!!" Ellen shrieked, pounding her tiny fists on his legs.

Danny wilted like a deflated tube man as if Ellen's tiny blows could hurt him, but Babs couldn't speak as she was laughing too hard into the bouquet she held over her face to hide how red her face was.

Part 1 here <- -> Part 3 here

[fanzou]

Hi!! could you write about sanji dating someone whose old partner only cared about their own happiness (sexually and non sexually) and she starts believing thats how a relationship is supposed to work. sanji shows her it’s not supposed to be like that

Spoil Me!

✗ Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x Fem!Reader

✗ Summary: Sanji shows you how to be selfish for a change.

✗ Total WC: 4.4K

✗ CW: Angst, Reader being in a manipulative relationship before Sanji, SMUT, Sanji calls reader lots of pet names, Reader cries in good and bad ways (let me know if I missed any), fluff, Nami smacks your butt (my personal favorite part)

✗ A/N: I always see this prompt with other writers and got super anxious just cuz it could get angsty, but I feel that I did somewhat of a good job with this. I’m happy with it! So… enjoy, and thank you so much for this request!

It’s been 2 months since you and Sanji had established yourselves romantically.

And ever his romantic self, Sanji had always done things different with you. Everything was equal, everything was amazing. Everything felt right in his mind. You’d help him with the dishes, you’d help do his laundry, hell—sometimes he’d let you help prepare his favorite dishes with him to serve to the crew. Of course, there had been a select few things that were off limits, like paying for the bill, which he always had you covered, it was but a friendly gesture. You’d return the favor the next time you guys went out, even if he almost fought the waiter about it. (You couldn’t help yourself!)

When it was absolutely pouring and Sanji saw you hadn’t brought a coat in preparation, there was no hesitation in giving his up for you, but you insisted that you and him could both get underneath the coat like an umbrella, and he swore he fell in love with you all over again right then.

Even though he always liked the idea of being the one to take care of his partner, this was something different, something new. He’d grown to appreciate it—the equal friendship you’d shared. And when he realized his new and profound love for you, he felt unstoppable. Suddenly he wanted everything to do with you, and less to do with anything else. It was like he was attached to your hip. Wherever you went he wasn’t so far behind.

So it was a surprise to no one when you both finally decided to get together. He was ecstatic, the smile on his face couldn’t be wiped away for days.

And then it came crashing down.

exhibit A.

You’ve done this 3 nights in a row.

“My heart, you don’t have to worry about the dishes tonight, okay? I’ve already washed and dried them all, just get some rest.” You kiss his cheek and walk away, presumably to your room.

When the door closes, he finally settles back into reality, what he experienced could only be described as shock. He thought it was just a coincidence the first two nights. Maybe you just wanted to go to sleep a little earlier, but Sanji can’t help but feel a pang in his heart. Though it might seem like a boring little chore to an outsider, there was something that filled his heart about being able to do the dishes with you. It was so much more intimate. There was something about being side by side with you, talking and chatting about how your day went, asking you about the crew, if you did anything special that day. It was the little things for him, and he couldn’t relish in his favorite part of the day because of whatever reason you wanted to finish the dishes as early as possible.

You laughed into his shoulder while he told you something funny he encountered that day, “Sanji, that’s crazy!” Your laugh was so bright. Oh, how he loved to hear your sweet laugh, and this was one of those moments he could cherish it, to really savor it with no disruption.

Another time, you’d tease and get some soap on his cheek and he’d rebuttal by getting you a little wet. He giggled at your gasp and put down the wet dishes for a second and put his wet hands around your hip. You didn’t mind, never. You grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss while his hands soaked your shirt and pants. It was absolute heaven to him, and he didn’t want it any other way.

Surely he hadn’t done something wrong, that had to be impossible. Given your body language, and the way you leaned into him, everything was fine on his part.

He turns around and twists the door knob to the kitchen to follow you to your room, and makes a quick turn to your door.

He opens it and there you are, already dressed in your night gown, ready to sleep. You look exhausted, he looks at you in what you can almost make out to be a pitiful expression. “Is everything alright, sweetheart?” He walks towards you carefully and lifts your hand into his, and contrary to your tired expression, he can tell you try your utmost to keep an enthusiastic attitude, “Of course! There’s nothing to worry about. You should go to bed Sanj’.” You squeeze his hand, “I don’t want you to be tired.”

A silence falls, until you continue, “Something bothering you? Do you want me to come to bed with you? So you can sleep?”

Even though you meant well, and to anyone else it would seem thoughtful— the words you had uttered were far from reassuring to him.

exhibit B.

It was a special day, a very special one. Something that you almost didn’t want to celebrate, for whatever reason, but with the way it made Sanji so happy to be able to participate in, you couldn’t help but let him have it.

“Happy Birthday!” The crew says in unison. They just got done singing the most off beat and terrible rendition of what they thought was the happy birthday song, and you loved it. the three layer cake was decorated in the most gorgeous pink you had ever seen. Complimented by pink pearls on the sides with what you can only assume to be the most attentive detail, prepared by your one and only. It was thoughtful, almost so thoughtful that there was a guilt forming in your stomach. Nami picks some frosting off the top and swipes it onto your nose, to which you cutely stare at the middle of your face. She licks the residue off her fingers and in satisfaction, she yells to the cook, “Wow Sanji, this is amazing!” His smile softens when he hears her words. “I’m almost jealous. Where was all this for my birthday?”

“Now hurry up and cut the birthday girl a slice before I eat this entire thing!” Luffy exclaims, and everyone is quick to start arguing with him. “Don’t you dare, you idiot!” Nami yells.

You can only laugh, “My slice? That belongs to Sanji!”

The commotion comes to a silence and everyone looks at you, most of them with confused expressions or blank one’s. Sanji doesn’t understand what you meant, and neither did the others so you continue, “It’s important that he gets the first slice, I almost feel bad that I made you prepare such an amazing cake, I couldn’t possibly be the first one to eat it.”

There was an awkward silence, but he decided to break it. “Darling… it’s your cake. I made it especially for you.” You thought about it for a moment, long and hard, before a memory came back to you:

Y’know I bought this cake for you, so it’s only fair that I get the first piece. A bit selfish of you to try to hog it all up, sweetheart. A woman should always serve her man first, ever heard of that? The voice rings through your ears and you shudder.

You scratch your neck and look off to the side, “I was always taught that it was bad manners for me to take the first slice, please Sanji, would you do me the honors?” You look a little nervous to even be saying that. The swordsman answers before he or anyone else can, “Bad manners? Never heard that one before.” He says before taking a sip of his drink. It would be completely unlike Sanji to ever participate in such a tradition, it would be no exaggeration to say that it made him mildly uncomfortable. But because of the way you look at him with pleading eyes, albeit hesitantly—he cuts himself the first piece, and then the rest for everyone else.

“Alright!” Luffy licks his lips. “Let me know if anyone doesn’t finish theirs!”

“I hope you enjoy it, my love.” You say to him with your hand cupping his face. His eyes widen for a split second.

He doesn’t miss the sad look in your eyes.

exhibit C.

This was something you couldn’t do very often with being on the waters almost all of the time, and when you were on ground there was always a quick and rising conflict that had to be dealt with, so it was difficult for you and your lover to get some alone time.

And the restaurant was absolutely fabulous, violin music playing in the back, the red and orange lights that illuminated the environment were calm and not overbearing, they were dimmed just right to fit the seductive atmosphere that you and Sanji both basked in. The food was amazing as well, something he couldn’t say about many restaurants. He wasn’t crazy about this island, but he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some great food here.

“You look beautiful, dear. This dress is absolutely perfect on you.” Sanji says simply, but it dusts a blush on your face, one that he wishes he could see, but the ambient light does good to mask it, much to his disappointment. He liked leaving you flustered. “You look handsome, but you know that.”

“I like to hear it from you. ‘Makes me feel like I’m the luckiest man alive.” He purrs. You don’t miss the way his feet glide against yours, and the hungry look he gives you.

Like he almost wants to take you then and there. And suddenly the mood changes—from romantic to sexual. There’s a certain glimmer in his eyes that you want to get familiar with, but this is a restaurant, and he had enough food. “I think we should get out of here, my love.” Not taking his gaze from yours, “I’m hungry for something else.”

“I paid the bill already, baby, so we can bounce whenever you want.” You say with an eagerness in your tone, trying to match his energy.

Sanji looks nothing like he did a second ago, he’s confused and almost surprised, sad and angry all at the same time. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He didn’t want you to pay, that’s far from what he wanted you to do. He wanted to pay the bill, and then take you to the nearest hotel and make you feel special. “What do you mean you paid?” His tone is stern now.

“Sanj’, I was taught that it was bad manners to have a man— y’know… pay… ‘cause they do all the work. Y’know? And…” you continue, but Sanji cancels your voice out for a second. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, you don’t want to look at him anymore, in fear of what he would say to you. You thought you had done the right thing but it probably wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied.

It’s all the same.

Honestly, he didn’t care about whatever bullshit manners anyone’s ever taught you. It’s something that he didn’t approve of. Sanji digs his hand in his hair, he’s frustrated. He loves you, he really does. But this is suuuuch a turn off. As a friend he could take you paying the bill after his countless times doing so, despite his absolute reluctance in letting you do it. It was much more different now that you were finally together. He didn’t want to be upset with you, perhaps you misunderstood, that was all. Your anxiety grew as Sanji stayed quiet, you could tell he was frustrated and you didn’t understand why. No worries, it’s nothing you hadn’t seen before.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll make you feel good tonight if you’ll let me?” You say with hopeful eyes, and his gaze finally meets yours, but you quickly realize that it’s not enough to satisfy his needs, he just looks at you with a pitiful expression like he had the other few instances you suggested something like this. “My love… if you’ll let me be honest. I don’t really care about whatever dumb manners you had to learn growing up or whoever ingrained those dumbass ideologies into your pretty little head.” He takes your hands, “You’re with me, and I want to be able to make you feel like the most special girl alive.”

You were nervous, and you felt like your nails digging into your palm were bound to break through skin soon, you chewed anxiously on your bottom lip with your brows furrowed. Should you tell him? The last couple weeks of establishing your relationship was nothing short of a fantasy, but you didn't let yourself enjoy it like you wanted to in fear of coming off as selfish.

Would you be able to get the bill this time, babe? I'm a little short.

Ahh, short again. Well I did buy you that one thing... So you can maybe think of this as your payback!

I do enough for our relationship. You can pay this time, don't be greedy.

"Sanji..." you trail off, looking down at your lap once again, "The last guy I was with, he insisted that I did every thing, but the more I'm with you the more that I realize that it was probably very unnatural, to do everything for him. And I'm sorry, but I'm just now learning that." a tear trickles down your cheek. "I'm learning to unlearn this stuff, and I need your help."

He's no longer frustrated, but he can hear his heart break in his chest.

"I'll be here with you, my love. Every step of the way."

the breakthrough

It’s pushing 90 degrees today on the Sunny, and it goes without saying; everyone and everything is hot, scorching even. On days like this, or, who was he kidding? Any day, Sanji will whip up something to help the ladies feel better about any nasty weather they’re in, and while you three bask in the sunlight in your guys’ bikini’s. He loved the sight. And he most certainly hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all day.

You sported a 2-piece, the bottom half barely covered by some unbuttoned jean shorts and because of how hot it was out, there was a thin layer of sweat that coated your form which helped accentuate every curve of your body. He watched from a distance for most of the day, almost avoiding you in fear of pouncing on you in front of everyone. You were so sexy, and he almost felt perverted like this.

He had brought over some drinks for you and Nami and Robin to help somewhat alleviate the heat you had all felt, and you three thanked him kindly, but you noticed that same glint in his eyes, the same from the night at the restaurant. A super-duper mischievous one, and you promised you’d familiarize yourself with it. You wanted so desparately get up and take him to your bedroom and let him have his fun-- but you stopped yourself, like Sanji wanted; you to enjoy your time with the girls and not to worry about anything he was making in the kitchen, what he had to clean up, that fun stuff.

“He’s practically devouring you with those eyes he’s giving you.” Robin speaks, and it leaves you a little embarrassed, laying your head down onto the beach towel, he hasn’t been so discreet about the way he was ogling you.

“Yeah well, ‘second I’m done with this drink we’ll see where it takes us.” The girls giggle, and you clink your glasses together in a silent cheers. In truth, you were nervous, but you did well to mask it. “He’s one lucky guy!” Nami says, playfully smacking your butt.

-

Finally, he has you all to himself.

You guys are making out in his bed, and he’s so hard he could die. You’re palming him through his shorts and he moans into your mouth. “Fuck, baby.” At this point your jean shorts were easily discarded onto the floor while he slowly but surely makes his way to untying your bikini. He wants it all off. And he’s not shy about it. “Finally.” He makes work of untying your top piece, and you get lost in pleasure. Your tits are even prettier than he thought, and he licks your bud before starting to suck on it. You already feel your heat pooling through your lower piece. “Th-at feels so… so good Sanji. Yes…” You’ve never felt so sensitive, but with the way Sanji was attacking your breasts all while caressing your hips, coupled with the heat, it felt like so much at one time.

Before you get lost in the absolute euphoria that is Sanji, you become aware of one fact,

This simply just isn’t about you. Those words ring like a bell in your head in the midst of the pleasure, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you let Sanji do all the work? It was so selfish of you to let yourself think that you could relish in this. After all, it’s all about him. Only, about him.

Women aren't even meant to cum, so don't get ahead of yourself sweetheart.

Trying to push away the thought, you softly cup your hand around his cheek and bring him to your lips to assert yourself.

“This is about you.” You quickly straddle his hips and grind on top of him and he groans at that, craving the new friction you gave him. you looked sexy like this, but he wanted this to go his way this time.

In an act of complete rebuttal, Sanji flips you around and you yelp, he lets out a breathless laugh “Yeah, right.” You’re on your back now, and he spreads your legs. He keeps his eyes on your cunt, looking down at it deliciously, and finally he starts stroking it through the only fabric left on your body, up and down with his thumb. You can’t help but let out a moan, this was new, you were used to being demanded--but not in this way. “San…ji… this isn’t fair to you, ba—”

The audible groan that comes out of him was loud and proud. “So tired of hearing that come from your mouth.” He gently moved your underwear to the side and started rubbing your bare clit. “You know what I think is bad manners?” He looks at you, “When I can’t make you feel like the princess you are.” You can’t help but moan, it was obvious you weren’t used to this kind of treatment.

When he presses your thighs against your torso, you're almost shocked, you assume that he’d start to pull his pants down and have his way, but instead, his head comes down to meet your cunt face to face, he pressed kisses on your inner thighs and the sight is so very romantic, you feel so selfish, so very selfish.

It feels amazing.

When his tongue takes its first long swipe across your cunt, it felt dirty, and sooo good. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and not long after he started his attack on your clit, lapping and sucking on it like a madman. “Sanji… yes.” You moan his name over and over coupled with some curses, and his hands grip tighter onto your thighs. His squelching and sucking, the sounds are so lewd, and you can feel his drool mixed with your juices trickle all the way down to the mattress. The image would forever be ingrained into your head, it was too perfect.

Sanji starts prodding into your cunt with one finger, and then inserts another, scissoring and fucking them into you while you shake under his wrath. “That feels so good, more, pleaseeee.” He meets your gaze and you want to melt at how he looks at you; like you were his lifeline. You feel a knot form in your stomach, something almost unfamiliar to you. You couldn't remember the last time you had an orgasm unless it was from your own fingers.

“Wanna see that pretty face when you cum on mine.” And the fact that he would be the reason behind it made him only hungrier. "I can't... Baby... It’s so much. I think I might… ohhhhh…." Your mix of Sanji's and Fuck's and Yes' only grew breathier and more demanding. "Cum on my face, please, yes." He begs you and his tongue goes faster over your clit.

When you finally bust, you can only mutter a "Mmmmmmmyesssss" with a heaving chest that followed suit, hips grinding into his tongue so you could ride out your orgasm. Your face was in absolute bliss, eyes squinted, brows furrowed, and mouth a little opened from how good it felt. It's almost too much for you, he gives your cunt a few more licks before getting up and massaging your thighs with his thumbs.

"Did that feel good, princess? I'm sorry if it was a little rough." He comes down to your lips and gives you quick kiss.

"Please fuck me Sanji. I need you inside of me, please."

Who was he to deny his princess?

He kisses your lips again while making quick work of the tied knot on his shorts, he didn't even realize how hard he was until he took his shorts off, cock still in his briefs.

Sanji takes off your stretched out underwear and throws it on the floor once and for all, and his own meet yours soon after.

His cock was very long—8 inches, if you had to guess. Curved upright, and it was beautiful, but you'd be lying if you had said that you weren't a little afraid of taking it. Luckily he catches your gaze and he smiles, "You nervous, princess?"

"Just a little bit..."

"Don't be, I'll take it slow." Had you not spilled to him that night about your failure of a previous relationship, he would've taken you for a virgin the way you trembled looking at his dick. He couldn’t begin to imagine the pain and frustration you had endured in your previous relationship, telling him about how he never let you cum and only sought to chase his own pleasure. He was willing to change that, and right now—he’d be damned if he said the way you look at it didn't turn him all the way on. "Watch it go in. Trust me my love, it's not that bad."

You listen and nod, and you watch with him. He lets it slide across your pulsing heat a couple times before he lets his head slowly slide in, he's biting his lip and lets his own line of curses come out of his mouth. When he's about half way in, another breath you didn't know you were holding lets itself out, and another inch, and another, until he's all the way inside, and saying you felt stuffed was really an understatement.

He takes the back of your knees in your hands and spreads them a little further, he starts moving slowly and you both let your sighs of pleasure out.

He starts to pick up his pace when you ask him to, not too quick but steady enough for you to feel every detail of his cock graze your insides. Because of the heat, it's not long until you're both covered in sweat.

He can't help himself, he comes down to kiss you again and talk you through the moment.

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"You're the prettiest woman I've ever met."

"You look so perfect right now."

The praises were too much and you felt insanely spoiled, something you've never felt before. The slapping of skin, the closeness you felt to him, his cock steadily coming out of you, only for it to stuff you full over and over again. The way he kept his eyes on yours, it was so much. And before you knew it, tears ran down your cheeks, ones of pleasure and joy--you couldn't tell which was which.

"I love you so much, S-Sanji."

He kisses your tears away, "I love you more, princess. You're doing amazing." Kisses your lips, but not for too long as he doesn’t want to mask your beautiful sounds.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, baby. Are you gonna cum soon? I wanna see it again.”

Now, Sanji’s thrust are sloppier but a little more harder, you can tell he’s probably going to approach an orgasm soon along with you.

“Y-Yes. Ohhhhhh fuuuucckkk~”

“You take me so well, princess. You were made for me.” The clapping between your bodies gets louder, and you try your hardest to bury yourself into the pillow from how good it felt. “Look at me.”

You obeyed, like you always do, even though he looks disheveled; mouth covered in juices and spit, there’s beads of sweat running down his face, he really loves this moment with you.

“Tell me you love me” he says.

“I love you.” His thrusts are inconsistent now, but he’s still hitting the same spongy spot inside of you.

“Again.”

“I love you, Sanji. Ohhh, shit.”

“Again.”

“I love you so much! So, so much! I’m gonna cum again! Mhhh!”

And just like you spoke, you came all over him, it hit his chest, his balls, thighs, and all over the mattress, and he fucks some of it back into you while he follows you in reaching his own orgasm.

Before he can, he pulls out of you and releases the hot white liquid onto your stomach, stroking his dick til there was nothing left in him to give.

Completely disregarding the fact that he just came all over your stomach, he collapses onto you and joins you in almost synchronized breaths. “That was… amazing…” you managed to say. “Thank you so much.”

Sanji rolls over and pulls you onto his chest, “You deserve everything and more, that was only a fragment of how much I appreciate you, sweet thing.”

To his surprise, you get up from your position and look at him. You scan his body and come to one conclusion, “I should probably clean you up a bit.”

He wants to roll his eyes, but instead he takes your arm and yanks you down with him in the same position you were before. “If I’m gonna be dirty, I’ll be dirty with to you. But if you wanna take a bath with me, that’s a different story” once again, that mischievous undertone in his voice is something you can’t miss.

You’ve still got a long way to go, but he’ll be there with you through every step.

[cyripticchronicler]

Healing

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You had spent years in pain and agony, wanting nothing more than to go home to your mate. But now that you are home, you're unsure if he still loves you.

TW: Torture, wanting to die, potential SA, depression, crying, short mention of needles and blood.

A/N: This isn't my best work ngl but I was malaptive daydreaming about it this morning and figured I should make it into a fic! It's also my first Azriel/ACOTAR fanfic which is crazy! I love this dude and I'm definitely going to write about him more <3 It's a short fic but I hope you still like it!!

Masterlist

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Ten years. You’d been gone ten years. 

Ten years of excruciating torture. Of being poked by needles. Touched by strangers. 

You’d always loved humans. You found them fascinating and tried to learn as much about them. But they wanted to know about fae as much as you did humans. 

You were sent on a task by Rhysand. It was simple; go to the human lands and see if it’s possible to form an alliance with them in the future. Everything was going smoothly until you were taken by an older man who spent his life researching fae and was determined to find the answers to his curiosity. He was a cruel, evil man. He took away your life. Your freedom.

You used to be happy. A blaze of sunshine that not even the biggest clouds could cover. And you had many reasons to be that way, the mating bond between you and Azriel had snapped; not yet accepted but you had planned to do it soon. You had a place in the IC. You worked hard for your court and created a home for yourself in Velaris. 

If you had known how quickly everything could be taken from you, you would have worked harder to protect it. 

You had almost given up, almost begged the man who hurt you to finish you off. To kill you. But the Gods weren't finished with you, and, no matter how much you wanted to die, you were found before you could. You were thankful, of course, but, despite being home with your loved ones once again, it doesn’t remove the long-lasting memories of agony and longing. 

Azriel hadn’t stopped looking for you ever since you went missing. While you spent ten years being tortured, he spent those years in his own sick form of torment. Each night he was plagued with dreams of you and each day he was troubled with worries of how you were doing and where you were. It was a never-ending cycle of you. 

When he found you, bound in chains with blood running down your cheek, he swears his heart stopped. You were back in his arms, wrapped around you so gently like you were made of glass. You’d melted into his warm body, tears freely falling down your scarred cheeks as you quietly sobbed. 

That was the only time you allowed yourself to cry in front of him. In front of anyone, for that matter. You didn’t want to worry anyone with your problems. They’d already spent years worrying about you, they shouldn’t have to anymore. So you jumped straight into your old self. You were talkative, made friends with Feyre and the other Archerchon sisters, and smiled and laughed when expected to. 

Despite your happy facade, Azriel hasn’t done more than hug you. He’s slept in the guest bedroom in The House of Wind while you’ve stolen his bed, his silk sheets nice and familiar. You’re unsure how to approach him. Does he still want to be with you? You’ve seen how he looks at Elain, eyes soft and caring. 

Ten years is a long time. And you’re worried that during that long time, he’s moved on. Maybe that's why you’re trying to act like yourself again. If he sees that you’re the same as you were before when he loved you, he’d love you again.

Your last straw was a month after you came home. All the tears you’d been holding back, and the emotions you’ve ignored overflowing one random night. You were lounging in the living room with Elain, Nesta and Feyre. You were nestled in an armchair, arms wrapped around your knees that are pressed up against your chest. 

You’ve already zoned out of the conversation, eyes glazing over as you stare at your frail hands, still so thin and shaky, like you never left that place. You only tune back into the conversation when a certain someone mutters your mate's name. “Azriel is a really good kisser. I bet he’s better than Rhys and Cassians,” Elain states casually, as though this was a normal thing to be talking about. Feyre and Nesta immediately jump in and defend their mate's skills but you’re already standing. 

Tears blur your vision, unable to be stopped with your usual pinch on your arm. Your fears had come true; Azriel, your mate, your love, had moved on. “Honey?” Your walk to the door abruptly stops, your lip pulled between your teeth and your eyes downcast. “Hey,” You’re embarrassed by the way your voice cracks. 

Azriels scarred hand tentatively reaches up to grip your shoulder, his other hand gently gripping your chin. He tilts your face, forcing your eyes to meet his own, warm caramel making your heart melt. “What’s wrong?” You shake your head moving away and wiping the tears from your face. “Nothing. I’m going for a walk.” He doesn’t respond and you take it as your sign to leave, hands eagerly reaching for the door handle as you escape into the chill night. 

Azriels footsteps were silent, a habit from being the court’s spymaster for centuries. His silence was why you didn’t notice him, loud sobs breaking free since you figured you were alone. By the time he makes himself known, your loud sobs have quieted to quickly falling tears and you’ve found yourself a bench to sit on and think. 

You let out a squeak when he sits beside you, jumping up from your sitting position. You whip your head around, letting out a sigh when you notice the familiar face. “You can’t just sneak up on me,” You mutter, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you sit again. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispers genuinely, eager eyes tracking your every movement. “We need to talk.” You sigh, slumping against the bench as your heart beats faster. “Do we have to?” You’d rather live in oblivion than hear what he has to say. He’s going to tell you he’s in love with Elain and that he can’t be with you. Then you’re going to have no one and you’ll end up alone and sad forever-

“-I’ve been trying to give you space. To let you process what happened. But I don’t think you are processing things, honey.” He sighs, hand reaching up to rub at the back of your neck. “I want to be there for you. I’m your mate and I love you. Let me in.” His eyes are pleading, begging. 

Your breathing turns ragged, heart pounding in your chest. “Don’t-” You shake your head, turning away from his face. “Don’t lie to me.” You shrug his hand off your shoulders and scoot further down the bench but he doesn’t let you go far, hands holding your face as he leans into you, desperate. “I’m not lying to you, baby. Why do you think I’m lying to you?”

“B-because Elain-” You can’t finish your sentence, breaking into desperate sobs before his eyes. His eyes are knowing, laced with guilt as he pulls you into his chest. “I was planning to talk to you about this when you were feeling a bit better.” He ensures your eyes are staring into his when he speaks. “Elain and I kissed once. A year ago. I was- Gods I was so lonely without you and I was drunk and she was there. I swear when I squinted she looked like you. But as soon as I kissed her I regretted it immediately.”

He’s desperate for you to understand, voice pleading as he as he grips your face tighter. Tighter but never hurtful. “You are it for me, baby. I don’t want anybody else. I’d rather spend hundreds of years alone than be with someone else.”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, hanging your head in shame. He’s quick to calm your worries with another hug. “Don’t be sorry. I should have talked to you about it sooner.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face. “I am sorry, though. I should have talked to you sooner. I just-” You’re sick of the way your voice thickens with tears. You’re sick of crying.

“I’m so tired.” You break, pulling him tighter against you. He hugs you just as tight, not wanting to let you go. “I want to be myself again. I want to be happy again but I’ve changed, and I’m scared you’re not going to like who I become.” You spill all your deepest worries, holding onto the lightness in your chest that you’re afraid won’t last long.

His breath fans your ear, a warmth that makes you shiver. “I’ve never expected you to stay the same. Even before you were taken. You’re changing but I’m changing too. That’s okay. You’re okay.” You pull away with a shaking sigh, hands moving to wipe your tears but Azriel pulls them into his own. 

His soft lips kiss your forehead, evoking another shaking breath. His lips then travel to your cheek, hot breath fanning against your flushed skin. As he places a kiss on your other cheek you can’t help the soft smile that lights up your face. Excruciatingly slowly, his lips graze down your cheek and to your jaw, light kisses making your skin heat.

He pulls away ever so slightly, breath fanning across your lips. He stays still, eyes eager as he waits for your response. He doesn’t have to wait long, your hands moving up to fist his hair. You quite practically yank him to you, lips greedily searching for his.

The kiss is warm and gentle and perfect. Love pours through him with each touch of your lip and swipe of his tongue against yours. You haven’t felt this loved in so long. So cared for. You keep him close, each touch mending the frail cracks in your heart.

“I love you,” you whisper, smiling your first genuine smile in years. “I love you, too. I always will.” Butterflies fluttering in your stomach, a sense of comfort washes over you. 

You know you’re not okay. But for now, you feel like you are. And that one moment, spent cuddled up to Azriel while the stars glisten down on you, gives you faith that you’ll be okay one day. As long as you have Azriel on your side.

[starkwlkr]

beautiful boy | cillian murphy

do I know anything about labor and the process? no 😭 pls remember this is fanfiction and idk anything about childbirth

barbenheimer series

The day Y/n began to feel ill, she had an idea of what was going on. Of course she did some math and realized her period was late. Cillian was still filming in the uk so she was alone in their cottage. A little family owned market was close by so she decided to walk there to buy a pregnancy test just to make sure. The owners already knew her and Cillian, they were nice people that brought great comfort to her.

While she was there, she figured she might as well get some groceries that she needed. As she browsed the aisles for spices and other items, she got a text from Cillian.

C ❤️

i should be done filming soon. i miss you.

She quickly replied.

Okay, I’ll pick you up from the airport. I love you more ❤️

After she payed for her items, Y/n walked back to her cottage. She put away her groceries rather than immediately take the test. She didn’t want to get her hopes up so she occupied her mind with something else.

It wasn’t until she thought about Cillian, that’s when she decided that it was time to take it. She grabbed the small box from the bag and walked to her bathroom. She read the instructions over and over again until she ripped open the box.

“It’s going to be fine, you’re going to be fine.” Y/n whispered to herself.

Y/n was early to the airport the day Cillian was scheduled to come back home. She couldn’t contain her excitement. It had been months since they last saw each other and she desperately wanted to feel him close to her.

She finally spotted him wearing sunglasses and a hat, his outfit reminded her of the crappy disguises superheroes wore when they were under cover.

“Well hello Tommy Shelby.” She said in a flirty voice.

“You’re hilarious.” Cillian replied. He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. “Let’s go home, I’ve missed you too much.”

Cillian wanted to drive, but Y/n wouldn’t let him. After all he did come back from a long flights and months of filming, he needed the rest. Eventually Y/n and Cillian made it back home. He quickly took notice of the garden she had made while he was gone.

“You’ve been busy.” Cillian got out of the car. He opened the trunk and got his luggage out. “Are those red poppies?” He pointed out.

“Yeah. I also planted tulips and daisies.” Y/n pointed to the flowers that decorated her front porch.

Cillian then saw the light blue flowers next to the poppies. “Forget me nots, your favorite.” He smiled.

“You remember?” Y/n asked. She had told him about her favorite flower many dates ago.

“I never forgot.” Cillian replied. “Ha, forget me not, I never forgot.” He tried to joke.

“Funny.” Y/n chuckled lightly. “Come in, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?”

“It’s not what you think.” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Cillian opened the door allowing Y/n to walk in first. He saw their home completely normal so it wasn’t something like a new furniture piece or art work that she had bought.

“Okay, wait here.” Y/n instructed. She walked to their shared bedroom and came back with something in her hands, Cillian wasn’t sure what it was. “I never told you I was feeling sick when you were away, I didn’t want you to worry and i most certainly didn’t want you to leave your work and fly back just for me. I had an idea of what was wrong with me so I went to the market and got a pregnancy test and it’s positive.” She nervously said. That’s when she showed Cillian the pregnancy test.

Cillian immediately pulled Y/n into a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much.”

“We’re going to be parents.” Y/n whispered as her eyes filled with tears.

As they held each other, Cillian knew that his life would never be the same. But he also knew that with Y/n by his side, he was ready to embrace the journey of fatherhood.

MONTH 3

“People are starting to ask questions. What do I say to them?”

“Tell them you don’t know me.”

Her assistant, Joli, had been on the phone with her for the past hour. Y/n had finally told Joli about the pregnancy. Only a few people knew, obviously both of the parents’ families and close friends, but apart from them, no one knew that Cillian and Y/n were going to be parents and they liked it that way.

“You know I can’t do that. Listen, I love you and I’m happy for you and Cillian, but are you really going to step away for good?” Joli asked.

“Not entirely. I’ll just take a break.”

“Y/n, no one has seen you for a while.” Joli stated. “But when you decide to come back, I’ll be here. If you or Cillian ever need anything, let me know.”

“Thanks, Joli.” Y/n smiled. Joli was always her biggest supporter.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

MONTH 7

Y/n loved her quiet life. She was living in a cottage starting her family with the love of her life. What more could she want?

Her stomach was growing everyday and it amazed her every time. The gender was going to be a surprise so all the baby clothes and furniture was gender neutral. She even wrote down some gender neutral names that her and Cillian might like.

“Here,” Cillian came back from the kitchen with a glass of cold lemonade. “Let me know if you want a refill.”

Y/n and Cillian were enjoying some time in their garden. All this time at home, Y/n picked up a new hobby and in no time, the couple had their own garden.

“Thank you, my love.” Y/n replied as she grabbed the glass from Cillian’s hands. “I’ve been thinking about the name Rowan, cute or not?”

“Rowan, Rowan . . . Rowan Murphy-L/N.” Cillian tested it out. “Not sure. Can you imagine yourself yelling the name Rowan like what if our child is running and you have to yell their name for them to stop. Rowan! Hmm, I don’t know.”

Y/n began to laugh at Cillian’s words. “That’s how you decide if the name is good or not?”

“It’s a good way, just try it.” Cillian encouraged.

Y/n hesitated a bit, but cleared her throat. “Rowan! Rowannnn!”

“See? Now what’s the verdict?”

“The verdict is . . . We have to find another name.”

JULY 21ST, 2013

Cillian was thankful that he didn’t have to work that day. It was all going good. Y/n was in the final days of pregnancy and everything was ready for the arrival of baby murphy. Around 2PM was when Cillian’s driving skills were put to the test.

“Fuck! Fuck! I hate this! I’m never having kids again!” Y/n groaned. “Hey, did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Not recent-” Cillian said as he kept his eyes on the road. They were only two minutes from the hospital.

“I hate you right now! But I love you so so much, but I fucking hate you!”

“Love you too, baby.”

Soon, Y/n was being taken by nurses to labor and delivery. Cillian made sure to call both of the families to let them know that in a matter of minutes, he would be a father and Y/n would be a mother.

“Are you Mr. Murphy?” A nurse asked. “Your wife is calling for you.”

Wife. He loved the sound of that.

Cillian quickly ended the call with his mother and ran to Y/n’s room. “Hey, I’m here.” He grabbed her hand, placing gentle kisses on it.

“Do our parents know?” Y/n asked.

“I just got off the phone with them. They’re so happy for us.” He smiled.

Thankfully, a C-section wasn’t needed. Baby Murphy entered the world crying. He was perfect in the eyes of his parents.

“Congratulations, it’s a beautiful boy.” The nurse announced.

“A boy.” Cillian whispered to Y/n. “Our beautiful boy.”

“Alex. His name is Alexander or Alex. I like it.” Y/n said, completely out of breath.

“Alexander Murphy-L/N. That sounds perfect.” Cillian smiled.

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[ssahotchnerr]

A holiday criminal minds fic would be so cute! Like, Hotch’s wife decorated the office while they’re gone for a case. They have secret Santa and Rossi dresses up as a reindeer idk 😭 I just think it would be adorable!

making spirits bright

hehe had to slip some girl!dad aaron into this <3 cw; fem!reader, domestic fluff

upon entering the bullpen after returning to quantico, aaron was anticipating action reports, concluding paperwork, following up with the precinct to ensure the case was settled properly - a long afternoon, so to speak.

but there you were, sitting in jj's chair patiently waiting. he had called you before the jet had taken off that morning, sent you a quick text when they had landed, and had been already calculating the minutes until he made it home. needless to say, he hadn't needed to count very long, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the realization.

your eyes brightened at the sight of him, quickly getting to your feet.

"hi sweetheart," aaron's face softened, his hand finding your waist momentarily to pull you in for a kiss hello. he was pleasantly surprised, but his brows still furrowed briefly in confusion at your unexpected presence. "this is a nice surprise, what are you doing here?"

"don't be mad," your eyes were nothing short of mischievous; a fiery, excited glint to them - you had been up to something. after offering a quick wave to the team as they too trailed in, you grabbed his hand, not wasting a second to pull him up the few short stairs, "i sorta 'broke' into your office."

"alright..." he went willingly, but spoke with a touch of hesitancy - not knowing what he was about to walk into. the possibilities were endless, especially when it came to you.

you flicked the lights on in his office, and it was just how he had left it a few days prior. the only difference now, a small christmas tree was set in the corner near the window. it was adorned with multi-colored lights, a star perched on top, and handmade ornaments - made of paper, felt, accompanied by a few pipe-cleaner candy canes. they were messily made, as they were created by a seven year old, but each special in their own perfect way.

the two of you neared the tree, and you waited a second before speaking, allowing time for aaron to soak it in.

but even with the moment of silence, aaron was still lost for words. he turned to you, a quizzical yet awed expression plastered on his face.

"jack worked on those for about... a month i believe? while you've been away and whatnot. i'm a bit surprised he didn't slip up and spoil the surprise, he was really excited." you laughed softly, your expression simply lighting up more.

"oh and this," you reached out, touching a circular, clay ornament. one that featured the tiny hand of your daughter, only a few months old and about to experience her very first christmas. "courtesy of baby girl. there's also one on our tree back home too - with jack's baby handprint - but i thought you'd might like one here as well."

aaron laughed breathlessly, the smile on his face widening.

"what do ya think?" you shyly asked as your arms wrapped around aaron's middle, peering up at him eagerly and cutely.

"what do i think?" aaron tossed his go-bag onto the couch, allowing him to wrap both his arms right back around you. he was still a bit dumbstruck, his eyes continuing to scan the tree, finding something new at each glance. "this is... i truthfully don't even know what to say."

"i- we just wanted to bring some christmas cheer to your office," you said, turning back to his surprise, the lights illuminating you softly. "i know it can be dreary and depressing and it just feels so cozy at home with our family tree. but you miss it when you have your long days, so this way, you're not missing out."

"this is exactly what was needed." aaron kissed your temple, and then your lips once in reach as your face lifted towards him again. "thank you. i love it."

"good, i'm glad." you grinned, your hand grazing his torso before finding his tie, your fingers playing with the length of it gently.

"but, we do have a problem."

your face pulled into a sheepish yet witty look, pulling on his tie the smallest amount, "that i broke into your office?"

"no," aaron laughed, shaking his head. "you're welcome to break in any time. the problem is, now i'm going to have a tree in here all year round. how can i possibly take this down?"

[ajortga]

(over) protective

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: jenna has never let you out of her sight after she almost lost you, even during the most unnecessary times.

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: little angst, mentions of blood, injuries, near character death? knives, kidnapping mentions, mostly fluff after the parts inspired by a good girl's guide to murder pass, jenna being a silly girl

based off request! the start was a little rushed:(

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Where r goes missing for a month and when she was found somewhere kidnapped or smthng Jenna has been so very very VERY protective of r and has NEVER let r out of her sight. Thats all tyyy

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Most likely dead.

That’s the word Jenna couldn’t stop hearing on the news once the 72 hour mark hit on the news. 

Dead, dead, dead. 

She couldn’t bear it, it made her stomach stir wildly, her breath quickening like she just ran a 20k race. 

The first three days a person goes missing is the most important, as those hours go up, the likelihood of a person being found decreases.

The likelihood of you being found decreases by a landslide each time Jenna sees the clock hit another hour, anxiety filling her belly even though it was filled enough.

She wishes that she would have noticed the signs sooner. You weren’t home for four hours after going to run some errands.

You said it would be quick.

Jenna just brushed it off that you took some time off for yourself for that time, maybe got a massage. You always did that. She wished that she would have called you instead of texted you the first hour you were gone. You always answer her calls, maybe then she would’ve noticed that something was wrong. If you didn’t answer, you’d call her back just a little moment after.

She wished that she would've noticed that something was wrong when the signs were right in front of her.

Sweat dripped down her forehead during those 3 nights. 3 nights of restless movements and praying that you would be okay. What would she do if you weren’t? No, Jenna couldn’t think like that. She hoped that you just decided to get time to yourself for a while, she really hoped that would be the case. 

The police came with little solutions. It was likely that you ran away or got kidnapped. Jenna couldn’t bear to hear the second part if evidence supported it. 

Endless ticks of the clock were slow, yet as slow as they were, she hoped that it could mean that you could be found faster since the clock was ticking so slowly. But it just wasn’t like that.

72 hours turns into a week. Then 3. And by the time Jenna feels like she’s going to mentally kill herself, she finds out. As soon as the sheriffs send her a call, she’s busting out of her apartment, going speeds that would get her a ticket, two if she were lucky.

The police had told her you were kidnapped. They had gotten a lead when your girlfriend told them that you went out for some errands. They traced back to the security footage that was available. They searched all stores that could possibly have a slither of Sure enough, after a few days of waiting, footage from multiple stores were sent back. 

Replays and replays. The day when your body was found is when he found you, about to enter your car after stuffing bags of groceries. A strong pair of arms dragging you away as they shoved chemicals, most likely chloroform into your mouth.

But who was he? Who was this man that dragged you away as your kicks and struggles lessened, your eyes rolling back when you began to pass out?

The killer was masked, but they weren’t slick enough, of course when they drove away, they were stupid enough (Jenna was so glad for this) to drive a licensed car that belonged to them.

They may have found the killer, but it would take even longer to find you.

How the hell did it take them a month to be able to find you? That’s 10 times as much as 72 hours.

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You were found, unconscious and limp in a secluded area 25 minutes away from the city. You were taped against the wall so you couldn't move. Fresh looking bloody wounds and gashes littered all over your body. Even the police couldn’t recognize you with the blood covering your shaking figure. 

The body they found was cold, starved, maybe a cracker or two per meal, you were so malnourished.

It was scary. So so scary. As soon as Jenna came to the scene, she was sobbing. Sobbing because a part of her thought you would die.

The building was small, gray, locked doors and broken windows. You had tried to get out, police told her from how the upper windows were shattered. But as soon as you did, you were dragged back. Duct taped even further against poles surrounding you, a rope barely strangling you, a knife sinking through every piece of untouched skin so you were in too much agony to move. They caught your kidnapper. Caught him before he could escape or hurt anyone else. If he was the cause of a disappearance for someone else, there would be someone like Jenna, hopeless and scared. Jenna was too tired and terrified to feel glad. But someone wouldn’t have to live through what Jenna did for a month, someone wouldn’t have to live like you did for a month.

“Oh my god!” The brunette girl wailed as she pushed out of medics' ways, seeing your pale body against a stretcher. “Y/N,” she cried, cupping your blood-stained face with her hands. “Wake up, it’s okay! I’m here.” 

An oxygen mask was covering your face, helping you breathe properly. This was the first time in weeks you were able to breathe fresh air. You couldn’t get proper airflow from how tightly your kidnapper tied tape around your neck. Your eyes barely open, catching a blurry sight of your girlfriend, her tears dripping on your teared up sweater before fluttering closed again.

“You can’t go,” you hear, before you nod off.

-

Jenna found out that your kidnapper was an obsessive and mentally insane fan of hers. He tracked you down as soon as he found out she was off limits and admitted he was planning to kill you. She didn’t even know how he tracked you, must’ve waited till paparazzi released photos and moved to the area nearby.

It made her sweat and stir with guilt, knowing that it was her fault that you could’ve been in massive danger. You were in massive danger, just saved at the right time. It might haunt her for years.

When you wake up, bright hospital lights greet you as you make a surprised and weak groan. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is those freckles you know all too well, cupping your cheeks as you whine from the sting of the cuts.

She’s rubbing your cheeks, caressing your neck, ruffling your hair, looking down at you with worried eyes. You feel as though she might cry when she’s shaking your body. “Y/N? Baby, are you awake?” 

“Mhh,” you mumble, squinting around the room as the steady monitor of your heart beeps through your ears.

“Hey, stop moving.” Jenna gently pushes you back onto the bed as your eyes look around in confusion. “Fuck, you scared me so badly,” she sniffles, wiping her tears as she grips onto your hand tightly. “I thought you died.”

If you two weren’t in this situation, you’d think it’s cute and silly how protective she was over you. But she was right, you could’ve died. You were trapped in a room with a kidnapper that wanted to kill you. The smallest windows, doors that were locked shut, and your vision was taken away from you most of the time, except when he fed you. It was basically crackers and the littlest amount of water. He fed you a little more when the two week mark hit, when you were basically a ragdoll.

The terrifying moments that would flash into your mind, creep into your dreams and turn your slumber into a nightmare would haunt you for months. Even when you managed to get out, he found you and hurt you so badly that you couldn’t move anymore. 

Jenna could tell you weren’t trying to show her you were scared. You didn’t want to make her more worried. 

"I'm never letting you leave my sight again."

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When you got discharged from the hospital, Jenna made sure to stick with you wherever you went. 

As you make a tiny grunt and reach for the sugar on the top shelf, Jenna shrieks. “Nope! Not happening, I can get it.” She says, beginning to grab a big ass ladder from outside.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s necessary.. I can get it, you’re shorter than me and it’ll take a lot more work-”

Jenna comes back from the hallway, carrying a big ladder with her tiny hands, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she places it on the floor tile. She begins to climb up and grab the sugar. “You need to rest that body.”

You sigh, “Baby, I’m a month healed-”

“Are your injuries fully healed?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Well.. No but the doctor said-”

“Then I’m not letting you overstretch a single muscle, we can’t let those stitches rip, baby. Cuddles are the only exception.”

You roll your eyes, let her take the win on this one.

-

“I’m gonna go get us some watermelon! It’s hot, be right back!” You call out, grabbing your keys as you turn to go to open the door, except your girlfriend is already there.

“Nuh uh, not happening. Let’s go.” She says, extending her hand out to you for you to hold. You look at her with a confused expression, “Baby, we already have kiwi, I can go by my-” She interrupts you, “No, the last time you went to go out, you didn’t fucking come back for a month from that psycho. We are going together, I don’t care about kiwis right now. I care that if someone were to kidnap you, they’d have to go through me first.” Jenna pulls out a pair of boxing gloves from her tote bag.

“Where the hell did you get those?”

“On set! So I can defend you and don’t have to scratch my arms in the process.”

A deep breath leaves your lips as she shakes her hand, impatient to feel yours in hers. “Fine, you win. But don’t be upset if a kidnapper manages to take off those boxing gloves within seconds and take your short body away.”

She huffs, tugging your arm to the grocery store.

-

“Aliyah?” You blink, looking at the younger Ortega in your apartment. “What are you doing here?” You itch a bandaid as she plays with her hair.

“Jenna said I have to play bodyguard,” she says, shaking her head. “This girl had to film and didn’t want you to be alone.”

Your nose twitches.

“I could’ve just driven to your house, I don’t want us to both get kidnapped,” you joke.

Aliyah snorts, “I did think about that, but Jenna said no cause she didn’t want you to be in danger if you get into your car and somehow you get taken away.”

That’s just Jenna. Jenna Ortega. Sometimes you feel as if you should feel a little annoyed when she never lets you go alone anywhere. But you never can, you’re way too in love to be frustrated at your baby. If anything, it gives you an excuse to cling to her everywhere you go without being told off.

“You wanna bake?”

Aliyah looks at the kitchen as she shrugs, “Sure. Then I can tell Jenna we wanted to have a heating pan to defend ourselves and decided to bake while we were at it.”

-

"He looks suspicious." Your girlfriend says, taking a step forward and making sure you're behind her while she glares daggers at the man.

Sometimes you wish she was taller, because right now, she looks like a child you're babysitting.

She leans back a little too hard onto your front and you wince.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Shh, I'm sorry." She says with a frown, softly rubbing your healing wounds against your stomach.

"Baby, I think he's just staring because you have a butterfly knife out and about, looking like you're going to murder him." You admit, gesturing to the knife that was point sided up.

"That could be a reason. But I will fight if he comes near!"

"Jenna, we're standing in front of an entrance for a coffee shop. The poor man just wants to get coffee."

The freckled cheek girl turns to see what you're talking about and notices the glass door behind you two. "Oh shit."

You drag her wrist gently as you two step to the side, you give the man an empathetic smile. He nervously looks at Jenna and runs into the coffee shop.

"Why are you still staring at that man? And put that knife away!" You smack her arm lightly as she goes "Hey!" and closes the knife.

-

“Jenna, do you seriously have to be in the same stall as me while we go to the bathroom?” You say quietly, looking up at her as she stares at you intently while you do your business. “Hey, no eyes here, invasion of privacy. Couldn’t you have waited right outside the stall?”

Her freckled nose wrinkles, “And risk someone grabbing you from behind?” She waddles to the wall behind the toilet as she knocks. “I’m 500% sure that this wall can slide and someone is just waiting to take my baby, not happening!”

“Jen-” you sigh, a grin spreading across your lips, “At this point, I think you’re just making an excuse to stare at me pee.”

She gasps sarcastically, making a pfft noise. “Oh yeah, for sure. I just love watching you go to the bathroom in this cramped stall.” She mocks, her cheeks a little red.

“I know, I must be a beauty.”

You hear the restroom door open as you flush. “Dude, I don’t even think you can fit with me in here. It's so small. ”

Jenna rolls her eyes, an annoyed whine escaping her lips. “Well, it is a little tight in here.”

As you two exit the stall, a lady waiting in line looks at you both with a grimace. Confusion lingers in her features before you can tell that she’s thinking something different than what actually happened. The faucet turns on as cold water and bubbly soap cleanses your scarred hands. You giggle at the picture of that weirded-out look the poor lady gave you two. After you shut it off, you pull Jenna closer and cup a hand against her ear, whispering, “I think the person that was waiting in line thinks we just had sex in that stall.”

[athens-09xx]

Hi lovely! I was wondering if you could write a best friends to lovers seungmin x fem reader

Just cute fluff maybe a little angst?

“The space between us”

Bsf!Seungmin x fem! Reader

Summary: you accidentally blurted out to your beat friend that you were in-love with him, now he’s been ignoring you for the last two weeks, will it work out?

Warnings: none that i can think of! Just a little bit angsty.

A/N: its 3 am as i write this please ignore any mistakes

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The streets were empty that evening, the chill of early autumn in the air. Y/n stood on the porch of her apartment, a cup of tea in hand, staring at the misty streetlights that flickered in the distance. Her thoughts were far away, trailing back to a conversation she hadn’t wanted to have. It had been coming for a while, she knew that. She’d just hoped it wouldn’t feel like this.

It had been two weeks since she’d seen Seungmin, her puppy like friend. and now, with the weight of silence between them, Y/n wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Their friendship had always been easy—

effortless, even. But something had changed after that night at the diner, after she’d blurted out the truth that had been gnawing at her for months.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

She could still hear those words echoing in her head, the way his expression had shifted, the way his gaze had hardened, but he hadn’t said anything. Not immediately. Just a quiet, lingering pause, followed by a quick "I need to go."

She couldn’t blame him for needing space. The truth had come out of nowhere, a bomb in the middle of a friendship that had felt like it was built on something solid, something unshakeable. But the truth, no matter how much it burned, was a weight Y/n had carried for too long. And now, she was left with the aftermath of it all—uncertainty, and the painful stretch of time in between when things had been normal, and when they hadn’t.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and for a second, she thought it was just her mind playing tricks. But no—there it was, a text from Seungmin, his contact photo lighting up her screen as she reads the message.

“Can we talk?”

The words were simple, but Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. (Or two) It had been so long since she’d heard from him, so long since he’d reached out. She’d been waiting for this moment with a sense of dread and anticipation, and now, the time had come.

She quickly typed back, trying to keep her response calm, collected.

“Of course. When?”

A pause. Then, a reply.

“Can I come by in 10 minutes?”

Y/n felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, but she nodded to herself, as if convincing her mind that she could handle this. After all, they were best friends. They had always been able to figure things out. It was just that... this was different. He would react different would he?

She set her tea down on the porch railing and went inside to quickly straighten up her apartment. She didn’t know what to expect from this conversation. She only knew that whatever happened next would change everything. In either the best way possible or she would forever miss her puppy of a best friend.

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When the knock came, Y/n was already standing by the door. She opened it to find Seungmin standing there, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his expression unreadable. His hair was a little longer than she remembered, his face a little more tired. But when his eyes met hers, Y/n couldn’t help the rush of warmth that flooded her chest.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me,” Seungmin said, his voice hesitant, but not quite as distant as it had been in the past two weeks.

Y/n swallowed. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me.”

He let out a small, almost bitter laugh. “Fair enough.”

She stepped aside to let him in, her heart pounding a little faster than it should. She led him to the couch, both of them sitting a little too far apart, the space between them stretching like a vast ocean neither one of them was ready to cross.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n felt the tension in the air, thick and heavy, as if the words they needed to say were trapped between them.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin finally said, breaking the silence. He turned his gaze to the floor, not looking at her. “I shouldn’t have run off like that. It wasnt right of me after you said th- that...”

Y/n shook her head, her breath shaky. “No, I shouldn’t have sprung that on you. I didn’t—"

“You don’t need to apologize, Pabo-“ Seungmin cut her off, his voice quieter. “I just... I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know how to handle it.”

Y/n bit her lip, her gaze falling to her hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything at all.”

“No,” Seungmin said, his tone firm now, as if he were trying to convince both of them. “You should’ve. You should have said it sooner. I just... I didn’t know how to respond.”

The silence stretched again, both of them wrestling with words they didn’t quite know how to say. Finally, Y/n spoke, her voice small. “Do you feel the same way?”

Seungmin didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward her, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice low. “I think I do, but I’ve been avoiding it. Avoiding you. Because I don’t want to ruin everything we’ve built. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Y/n’s chest tightened at the admission. She had feared this. She had feared that even if he felt something, it wasn’t enough. And now, hearing him say it out loud was like a blow to her heart.

“I don’t want to mess it up either,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel this way.”

Seungmin let out a long breath, his hand running through his hair. “I know. I’ve been pretending too, Y/nnie.. I’ve been pretending that we can just go back to how things were, but... I don’t think we can. Not after what you said.”

Y/n nodded slowly, her throat tight. “I don’t think we can either.”

Seungmin’s eyes softened, the hardness from before slowly melting away. His dark eyes shining slightly. He leaned forward slightly, his voice quieter now. “Do you think it’s too late for us?”

Y/n looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in weeks, something in her chest unknotted. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe it was just the beginning of something new, something terrifying and beautiful and uncertain all at once.

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice full of vulnerability. “But I want to try. I want to try to figure it out with you.”

Seungmin’s lips tugged upward in a small, hesitant smile. “Me too.”

He reached out then, slowly, as if giving her the space to pull away if she wanted to. But y/n didn’t pull away. She let him take her hand, her face heating softly as there fingers interlace in the space between them.

For the first time in what felt like forever, y/n felt the weight in her chest lift. There were no guarantees, no promises of what came next. They were standing on the edge of something uncertain, but they were standing together.

“I’m scared,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I am too,” Seungmin said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “But maybe it’s worth the risk.”

Y/n nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek before she could stop it. “Maybe it is.”

They didn’t need to say anything more. Their hands still entwined, they sat in the quiet, letting the tension settle, letting themselves breathe in the space between them, knowing that whatever came next—whatever happened to their friendship—would be something they would face together.

Authors notes: eek!!! This is the first ever little one shot I’ve ever written! I hope people enjoy it, i feel like i made Minnie out of character a bit for this one but i just felt right this way? Let know what you think! HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE TO MY FELLOW AUSSIES ASWELL!!!!

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel deals with upsetting his overly sensitive eight month pregnant wife.]

Fluff

“Baby girl, open the door” you could hear the defeat in his voice but you didn’t respond. Joel knew he fucked up and he knew he had to fix it fast.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon, Joel should’ve been here by now. Here you sat in the waiting room looking at the clock every other minute, even waiting for a ring from your cell. It was your eight month sonogram appointment. Yes, Joel had been present for each and every sonogram but this was your last one and you wanted him there. Maybe it was your hormones but you could feel the heat in your cheeks as each minute went by and not even a call from Joel. This wasn’t like him yet it still set you off. When the doctor finally called you, you could feel tears forming in your eyes knowing Joel wouldn’t make it in time.

“Maybe he got caught up today, sometimes our job can get hectic, I’m sure he ain’t mean to miss it” Tommy spoke as he drove you home. He was nice enough to pick you up when you called him in tears that Joel wasn’t there. Sarah sat silently in the back, she knew how much this meant to you, she also knew her father didn’t do this selfishly.

Not saying a word you walked straight to the room closing the door shut. Tommy and Sarah giving you your space as you waited for Joel to show up.

A half hour later Joel rushed in through the front door throwing his bag aside.

“Where is she?” He looked around as Sarah pointed at the bedroom. Tommy and her both raising their brows not knowing what to expect.

You heard the front the door close, you knew Joel must’ve been home. The second the handle of your door turned you pushed yourself up as fast you could and rushed to the bathroom. Joel walked in, attempting to stop you from closing the door, reaching you a second too late, you slammed it in his face without saying a word. Locking the door shut you turned your back to it.

“Baby girl, open the door” you could hear the defeat in his voice but you didn’t respond. Joel knew he fucked up and he knew he had to fix it fast.

“I tried to get out of work as fast as I could, honey, I swear. These assholes delayed me then my phone was dead. I was in the other side of town, I came out rushing as fast I could” he explained.

Still no response.

Upsetting a pregnant woman was the last thing Joel wanted to do, upsetting his pregnant woman was something he could not ever have. You were under a lot of stress, anxious about giving birth, your sensitivity at an all time high Joel did his best to keep you calm but clearly failed at it today.

“Honey, please…ya know it ain’t good for you and the baby to get upset like this,” you rolled your eyes wiping away a tear.

“Fuck” Joel mouthed silently rubbing his forehead. He knew how important this was for you, he knew how much you wanted him there.

“Open the door, baby” Desperation in his voice when you suddenly opened up. His dark brown eyes widening with guilt noticing how puffy your eyes were, knowing you had been crying.

“Aw Jesus, baby” he whispered.

“You know today was the last sonogram-“

“I know” he whispered with sincere understanding eyes. His voice was gentle as he took a small step forward.

“I wanted you there, I..I wanted you to see him-“

“I know, baby”

“Did today even matter to you?!” You yelled as you felt yourself about to cry all over again and he could see it.

God damn those hormones.

“Of course it did” he took a step closer to you.

“How could you even ask such a thing?” You began to sob covering your eyes, his voice coming out more aggressive than he meant to.

“Shit, baby I’m sorry” he took another step closer slowly pulling you towards him. You took a deep breath wiping your tears.

“I…I don’t even know why I’m so upset” you looked down feeling a bit embarrassed. A soft chuckle escaping his lips as he held you, gently he kissed your forehead.

“That baby boy of ours is doing a number on you, honey” Joel whispered as a million things ran through your head.

“What if…what if you don’t make it on time to his birth? I can’t do this alone, Joel-“ you began to panic.

“What if-“

“Look at me” he gently tilted your face up at him.

“Ain’t no one or anything stopping me from seeing my son be born, ya hear me?”

You nodded in silence as you looked away.

“It was such a frustrating day, not to mention that damn man at the pharmacy got my vitamins wrong again” you walked around him towards the bedroom.

“Not again, ya need me to go over there and say somethin’ to him?” You could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“Joel” you turned to him rolling your eyes placing your hands on your lower back for support. He attempted to hold back a smile, the sight of you eight months pregnant with an attitude was something else.

“Are you laughing at me?” You asked as he quickly turned serious and shook his head.

“No mam” he took a step towards you as you tilted your head looking up at him.

Joel was forever teasing you.

“Ya know, after how upset you had me today, I highly suggest-“ Joel reached in his jacket unexpectedly pulling out your favorite pack of chocolate cookies you hadn’t found anywhere near by in weeks. You gasped with excitement making a big grin appear on his face.

“Where did you find them?!” You grabbed the pack out of his hand excitedly ripping the wrapper apart. Joel watched as you eagerly took a bite, closing your eyes, sighing with pleasure. It had been weeks that you were craving them, Joel had gone around every neighborhood searching for them, it was the only good thing that came out of working on the other side of town.

“Oh…Joel you’re the best” you continued to devour the cookies making him laugh.

“Oh I’m off the hook now huh?”

“Mmmmhm” you rolled your eyes back enjoying the taste.

“Anything for you mama” he whispered leaning in with a kiss as you sat back on the bed enjoying your snack.

[enhaheeseung]

BREAK UP - L HEESEUNG

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader

Warnings: crying, angst heartbreak, depression?

Word count: 1,065k

Note: final part to this short series working on the last part of at your service so stay tuned 🫡

Tag @loumin908

Part 1 Part 2

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Heeseung had stopped counting how many days it had been since you left. There was no need to; he couldn't keep track anyway because every day without you felt like a month, and that's being generous.

The days seemed to drag on forever, with absolutely nothing for him to do besides watch TV or work, and as one could imagine, that got boring fast.

He knew it was dumb, but he even tried having conversations with himself to help his boredom. But the sound of his voice echoing off the walls was a reminder that you also took the paintings that were once there, canceling the noise when you left.

Needless to say, those one-sided conversations quickly came to an end.

Things just weren't the same without you. The bed he'd rest on was far too big. He only ever took up half, and obviously, you would be on the other side, but not anymore.

Another item on his list of things that were too big was the bedroom, the kitchen, and the living room. The whole house was too big now that he had no one to share it with.

And besides, he didn't use anything other than the microwave, and the bed, and rarely the shower.

He lies in bed his whole day off, staring up at the ceiling with his hands clasped over his stomach, his index finger touching the back of his hand as he contemplates where to go from here.

Clearly, you weren't going to reach out to him. His calls went on deaf ears, which was a dead giveaway that you were done with him.

He just needed to get it through his head that you were gone for good.

Cause apparently, the cold bed, the silent home, and the tasteless heat up dinners weren't enough for him to realize that you were actually gone for real and that you were never coming back or taking him back.

He looked to the side, his white sheets crinkling with movement as he peered over at the clock, which read 3:04 p.m.

Right now, you'd both probably be getting ready to go out for lunch or ice cream to the park or maybe even the beach, given the weather.

But instead, he's glued miserably to his bed.

And you?

He doesn't know.

Cause you wouldn't answer him.

Maybe you're off having a family trip.

Maybe you're at home feeling just like him, but that's wishful thinking that you'd even miss him right now after what he's done to you.

Maybe you're doing better than he is. Hopefully, you're doing better because he never liked it when you were sad.

He dryly chuckles to himself he was the one that made you sad in the first place.

Maybe you're working now.

Maybe you didn't even live with your parents and moved out since he's last seen you.

Maybe you're far away in another country.

And maybe in that other country, you've found someone new, a man that treats you better than he did, a man that replaced his spot in your heart, a man that you lov-

At the thought, he quickly turned on his stomach, burying his face in his pillows to drown out the sounds of his sobs.

He hated the sound. It's the only thing he's been hearing for the past months, and he was tired of it.

He was tired of going to bed cold and lonely, tired of waking up to an empty bed, tired of hearing the constant ringing through the home because of how quiet it was, tired of not being able to taste your food, tired of not being able to hold you, and tired of not being able to love you the way you deserved.

And now he was tired of being tired.

Even his body felt tired. He had zero motivation to do anything. It's a wonder he kept his job, but he supposed it was because he had to find a way to sustain life without you somehow.

But it didn't feel like sustaining. It felt draining, depressing, exhausting, and every word in the dictionary was negative.

Nothing in his life was positive.

And as he wept and clutched onto the softness of his pillow countless times, he finally came to the realization that this was it. There was nothing left of him nor this box he used to call his home.

He weakly sat up, wiping the tears away from his face to no avail because they just kept falling.

As you always do.

Instead of continuing to lose himself in this space, he decided he had to get out. There were too many memories of you and him here, and if he stayed, there was no way he'd even be able to get over you.

Not to say leaving would make him get over you, but at least it would be new scenery, new scenery with new floors you've never walked on, things you'd never used or seen, a bed small enough for just him so when he'd pat around for you it'd be nothing but thin air and not the fabric that tricked his mind into thinking he'd touch you if he patted long enough.

Just a fresh start where maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be reminded of you everywhere he looked.

Since you left, there was nothing here for him, so he left, too.

He packed up his things tearfully, yet another painful reminder of the night you left. However, he shook the thought off, trying his best not to think about the separation anymore.

He packed his clothes and toiletries, and that's it. The bed could stay, and the furniture could stay. It'd be far too sad for him to bring the wooden chair that you always used to sit in with him.

Once his few items were neatly tucked away in a suitcase, he plopped down on the bed, hugging your pillow once last time, almost as if to say a final goodbye.

The plan wasn't to fall asleep, but he underestimated all the stress and anxiety he'd been under the past few weeks, and within a few minutes, he was fast asleep, holding onto the last little piece he had of you.

In the morning, he'd find someplace to go anywhere but here.

There was no reason to stay, not after the break up.

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[theseinfernalangels]

The Last Letter — Liam Mairi

Synopsis: Liam left you one last reminder of him before he went off to Athebyne. Nine months later, you still haven’t read it.

Includes: Pure angst. I am so sorry for all my Liam & Eden enthusiasts. I’ll make up for it with sisterly bonds (and fluff, later). Takes place during Onyx Storm and is written for day 3 of Liam Week.

The last letter that Liam wrote you, dated July 1st, sits in between some textbooks on your bookshelf. It remains untouched, even though it’s been almost a year since you received it. Liam had said not to open it until after he was back in from Parapet duty.

Little did either of you know, he wouldn’t even make it to see the year end.

The sealed envelope, the one with his scrawling handwriting, is pristine. It’s too perfect to mess up. Too clean, too reminiscent of your golden boy who used to press flowers for you in his spare time. You can’t help but feel like you’ll ruin something if you pry the golden wax seal open, tainting your lover’s actual final words to you forever. Those spoken ones didn’t count, from when the two of you snuck back into the Healers Quadrant on Reunification Day. He’d made love to you for the last time, equipped with soft words and gentle touches. His hands, calloused and warm, may have memorized every inch of your skin, but his parting words later that night were sealed like a brand in your memory.

“I’ll always come back for you. That’s a promise I intend on keeping.”

Well, when push came to shove, he didn’t come back for you — so did those words have any real meaning at all? Could they compete with the pages of rambling he shoved into that envelope a year ago and then hid in your room under a carving of an owl? 

You’d never know, because no matter how hard you try, you can’t make yourself open it. Of course, the curiosity chips away at you until you’re cracked and bleeding, but to no avail. There is not a single thing that could possibly convince you to open that letter.

Well, not a thing. But maybe a person.

It’s no surprise to you when Sloane comes creeping into the infirmary late one night while you’re completing your paperwork. She’s turned this into a weekly ordeal; every Sunday, she sneaks in to talk about Liam and ask about the things in the letters he addressed to her. There are so, so many — but you know that she’s getting close to the end.

“Gods, that looks boring,” she snorts, plopping down in the seat next to you. “How much more do you have to do?”

You shrug and continue to scribble on to your little data sheet. “I’m at least halfway done. We weren’t too heavy today, so there’s not much to be done. I just want to make sure I’m being accurate.”

Her hand finds your free one. “You’re always accurate. You’re probably the smartest person I’ve ever met.”

You purse your lips. “Eh. You’ve met Violet.”

A light squeeze shuts you up. “I’m not talking about Violet,” Sloane retorts. “I’m talking about you. Liam said you’re always right about everything, and he never liked to exaggerate.”

Well. That’s only partially true, really. Liam was honest, yes, but he could also be verydramatic when he wanted to be, and you know for a fact that, no — you’re hardly ever right about anything.

You let it slide, though. Just for Sloane.

The sound of your name has you pausing again, just to look up at her quizzically. “Can…” She stops. “Do you want to read this one with me? It’s shorter than the others, and I saw your name in it.”

You hesitate. It’s been around six months since you’ve been able to touch Liam’s letters to you. The last one you reread, dated January 24th, almost tore you apart upon reading his lovesick confessions and how he missed you. After that, you’d shoved all but one into a box and stuffed it under your bed, never to see the light of day again.

Liam would hate that. He didn’t like the dark, as supplied by the many mage lights he kept aflame in his room.

But…This isn’t for Liam. It’s for his sister, for the connections she so desperately needs after being ripped away from her only living family. She deserves the closure just as much as you desire the solitude. As a quiet concession, you drop your pen and incline your head. “Go ahead.”

Sloane blinks, as if she didn’t expect you to say yes, but she pulls out a little, meticulously folded slip of paper from her breast pocket.

Oh, Liam. Even in death, I admire your attention to detail.

Sloane unfolds it slowly, her fingers trembling as if the thought of showing Liam’s thoughts to someone else is an unforgivable act. She doesn’t know about your letterbox, and you don’t intend on telling her, either. As much as you’re willing to give to help her, you’re also unabashedly selfish. There’s only one person who gets to see what Liam was like in love, and that’s you. End of story.

She clears her throat and waits for your nod to begin reading. Upon your concession, she flattens the paper against the table and reads.

“April 15th.

Sloane,

Here’s my tip to survival for you today: By all means necessary, do not — and I mean, do not — make a bet with people on racing dragons. Deigh and I may have won against Fohmar and Enna Laughlin, but at what cost? I went into vertigo and almost promptly lost my guts. I cannot recommend it, no matter how beautiful the adrenaline rush is. Then, when we landed, I landed almost directly on top of Bodhi, who looked like he was about to either yell or shit himself. Maybe both. You can never really tell with him.

By the way, because I know you’ll want to — you don’t need to make fun of me; my girl already did that for you (I can’t wait for you to meet her. She’s got the same bite as you).”

Sloane takes a second to breathe, which you take to steady yourself and write a few more notes into your data sheet. That day, Liam had stumbled into the infirmary looking pale and spent, which scared the shit out of you. Then, you’d promptly gave him hell for his boyish idiocy, which he accepted with — as always — a bright, dimpled grin.

Shit. You breathe in shakily and then nod to tell Sloane to continue.

“Here are some other highlights in case you need something to brighten your day.

We finished up Squad Battles today. I moved us up a couple of spots in sparring with this insane leg lock that hurt like hell. I kind of felt bad for the guy I was paired with, but the gratification at the end made every second worth it. I know; I’m so modest.

Subsequently, we moved on to the last challenge, which was scary as shit. I won’t spoil if it’s reused for next year, but we ended up sneaking into General Sorrengail’s personal office to steal stuff. It was both the most terrifying and exhilarating thing I’ve ever done. I know I’ve said this in every other letter I’ve written, but you’ll absolutely adore Violet. Her mother may be to blame for our struggles, but she is nothing but kind to me. Be kind to her in turn, please.

Not that this would interest you yet, but I also happened to steal a bottle of wine from someone else’s office. It’s labeled as Tyrrish Petrichor, but it’s definitely Zinfandel. You might not remember, but that’s Mom’s favorite. It’s very bold, with a little bit of spice. Maybe we should sneak back in when you get here so we can grab another bottle, just as a little keepsake.”

You know that flavor all too well. Liam had brought in that bottle with the most smug little smile on his face, and since it was a Saturday, you were free to get absolutely shitfaced together. What transpired that night is still hazy to you, but several things about the morning after pointed you both in the right direction immediately.

Wine stains on your bedsheets.

Your cane lying abandoned by your bedside table.

Liam looking bewildered, and then a bit too pleased with himself.

The recollections have you biting down on your lip to keep yourself from succumbing to the whims of your aching heart. Your fingers curl around the edge of your seat, grazing the wood while Sloane finishes the letter.

“By the time you read this, you’ll probably be preparing for Squad Battles yourself. I’ll be watching out for you on the sidelines, kiddo. Don’t forget to absorb every moment — the good, the bad, and the ugly. Once you’re past First Year, you’ll be aching to go back and experience it all over again, no matter how painful it may feel the first time. At least, that’s how I feel with a lot of things. 

P.S. I’m praying that we’ll somehow end up in the same squad by some sudden miracle. However, we probably won’t. Be prepared to get your ass kicked, Sloane, because no one beats Second Squad when it comes to any kind of challenge.

Just kidding, but not really,

Liam.”

Although hot tears swim in your eyes, you can’t help but sputter out a laugh. “Just kidding, but not really. Gods, what an idiot.”

Sloane just shakes her head with an exasperated but amused smile. “Hey, that’s purely him. You decided to fall in love with that.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You murmur, brushing your thumb under the tabletop absentmindedly. If you feel around enough, you can feel the shallow dip in the wood where Liam decided to carve out your initials with a tiny, all too realistic heart above it. How he was able to put so much detail in such a little indentation is beyond you — but, then again, so were a lot of things when it came to Liam.

Sloane’s eyes soften in a way that’s painfully familiar. She slides out of the chair and gives you a gentle hug, burying her head in your shoulder.

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For doing this with me. I don’t like reading them by myself, and you’re the closest thing I have to him now.”

You tense a little at the contact, but you eventually ease and allow her to slump into you. “Anytime, kid,” you reply hoarsely, swallowing around a lump in your throat. “He loves you, you know. So much.”

You can’t make yourself refer to him in past-tense. It just doesn’t make sense, especially when it comes to him and Sloane.

“Yeah?” She whispers. “He fucking adored you. I’m sorry I can’t show you every letter, but I know for certain that he wanted everything with you. He had an entire future in his head.”

In and out. Clench the jaw. Swallow again. Breathe.

The faint trembling of your lip sends you reeling back into the present, and you slowly free yourself from her grasp.

“Thank you,” you tell her earnestly, giving her the most genuine look you can muster. “For that, Sloane. You don’t understand how much it means to me, that you’re willing to come and talk to me.”

She shoots you a small, knowing smile, one that says, “I do, actually.” She skirts her way back to the door and waves, a promise to return next week with another letter to both quell and strengthen your sorrow.

It’s five — or maybe thirty? Or is it an hour? — minutes later, and you’re completely alone, accompanied only by the sound of your breathing and your quill scratching against the paperwork you’d disregarded. Routine, as mundane as it is, is your saving grace right about now. With barely anyone to cheerfully interrupt up your day, all you can do to cope is work, work, work, and then pass out at the end of the day until the cycle begins anew. You’re definitely the only healer presently working right now, even if it’s just assignments that are second-nature to you by now.

As much as you try to focus, to block out everything but information and statistics, your mind keeps drifting to Liam’s letter. Despite it being Sloane who read it, you can replace her voice with his almost perfectly, as if he was speaking the words himself. 

“Don’t forget to absorb every moment — the good, the bad, and the ugly. Once you’re past First Year, you’ll be aching to go back and experience it all over again, no matter how painful it may feel the first time.”

Ugh. You lean forward and tuck your head in your arms. For everything dumb he did around you, Liam was never short on wisdom to share — and, from past letters, it seems he wanted to impart every last bit of it to his sister, like a good older brother. And, by extension, to you. Whether that was an intentional choice of his or not, you’d never know.

“Hm,” you muse under your breath, looping your signature expertly on a crisp line. “Was that a sign from you, Li?”

Of course, you know you won’t get a reply, but the cold air of the infirmary settling around you like a soft embrace is answer enough. If Sloane can do it, so can you. You can read a fucking letter and live with it afterwards.

Paperwork be damned. You haul yourself to your feet and drag yourself back to your room. Despite the exhaustion in your bones and the ache in your leg, you have a new sense of determination. If you don’t read that damn letter now, you might not ever be able to. You usually like to neglect your grief, shut it down and shove it in a coffin deep inside and never address it again — but that’s not how Liam worked. Grief was something to be held and cared for until it was tamed quietly, under gentle supervision instead of under lock and key. That’s where the two of you always differed; one of you cares too little about their feelings, and the other cared extensively. He always did. Always does. Present-tense.

You unlock your door and make a beeline for the third shelf from the top of your bookshelf, where the blue, smooth envelope sits delicately in between your numerous medical tomes and jars of stationery. Dropping onto your messy sheets, you prop your cane against the bedside table and stare at that dastardly golden seal that closes the letter off from your sight. Your thumb presses against the wax hesitantly, as if even the lightest of touches would ruin the beauty of it all. Tarnish it, forever staining its perfection and the image of Liam pressing the stamp onto the paper meticulously, just like he did with everything else.

The muscles in your thumb lock up for a moment, as if they could sense your hesitation and decided to act upon it. That nagging piece inside screams at you for wanting to open the envelope, to read Liam’s last words to you like they’re the finale of a romance that was supposed to last forever. If you laid your eyes upon his unread thoughts, would that render the adoration between you broken with nothing else to add to it? Would it just solidify the fact that he’s gone, and you won’t have anything to return to when you retire to your room at night?

Liam would hate that I’m thinking like this, you think to yourself. Like he’s gone gone, and not just a realm or two away. That was something he always rambled about when you were left alone with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair; “No matter when someone passes,” he’d say, “the realm of the dead is just next to ours. They don’t leave. They just take a few steps back and wait for you to see them.”

Maybe that’s what you need to do, too. Take a few steps back to last July and grant Liam the blessing of having his last words to you tattooed in the back of your brain. It’s the least you can do; even with him being gone, you still feel like you owe him a thousand debts, plus a thousand more.

With trembling hands and a sinking feeling in your stomach, you start to peel back the seal with your thumbnail, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head that shrieks at you to stop before you make a mistake.

But there are no mistakes. He wouldn’t have wrote it if he didn’t want you to read it.

It comes off in one piece, slightly weighted and warm in the palm of your hand. You never did ask Liam what the little symbol on his seals meant, but it feels so solid on your skin. Grounding. Warm, like Liam’s hands whenever they found yours. Nice and strong, but lacking his callouses.

Ever so gently, you ease the papers from the envelope, unfolding them with your heart pounding in your ears. Liam’s handwriting, scrawling and rushed and utterly him, unfurls beneath your eyes perfectly. Your name, looped neatly at the top, has you biting down on the inside of your cheek. Despite the stretch of time since you’ve last heard his voice, you can practically hear him whispering in your ear as you begin to read.

“My sweet girl,

I won’t lie; the fact that I’m even beginning to write this feels absolutely surreal. It doesn’t feel like it’s been a year since the Parapet, and it certainly doesn’t feel like it’s been less than a year since I met you. Call me a sap; I don’t care. Despite it being not that long since I first laid my eyes on you, I think that we may have been one soul in a past life. How else could I become so infatuated with someone so quickly?

You bear every burden with terrifying ease, my love. That is no small feat, no matter how modest you like to be. Not everyone can make the transition from rider to healer so seamlessly, but you make it look so effortless — and so good. You’re beautiful in black, but blue is definitely your color. I like to think it’s because it’s my eye color (don’t slap me for that one), but I digress. You are the strongest woman I have ever met, and I know so well that if my mother were still here, she would adore you. So would will my sister. I can’t wait for you to meet Sloane. She’s got the same energy as you, just with a little more audacity. You’ll be the first person she meets outside of her squad — I’ll make sure of it. When we sneak in after her first class, be prepared. I’ll make the excuse of showing her how to get to the infirmary in case she needs it.

You’ll be pissed at me for this, probably, but I got a look at your Reunification Day dress when you left your armoire door open, and…Wow. You’re absolutely gorgeous, but I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle it when I get to see you in that. When Imogen and Iris first introduced us, I couldn’t stop staring, no matter how hard I tried (which, I’ll be honest — I didn’t try that much. I couldn’t help myself). There’s an expression in Tyrrish for people like you: Mo solas i lár an scrios. My light in the midst of destruction.

It’s funny how time changes things so quickly. When I was a child, the only wish I had for my future was to be alive, and maybe to take over my father’s position in politics. Even then, I could never really envision a future where I was truly happy with my choices. Then, you happened. Suddenly, I can see everything so clearly that it’s scary. Where it was once dark, I see you and I together, wherever we may end up — may it be Morraine or Tyrrendor. You are my future, and dammit, I will fight with every cell in my body to make that future possible, even when it seems so impossible that not even a precog can see it.

Marry me after we graduate, my love. Or sooner. I’m sure we could pull some strings, with our combined success. Go wherever you want, and I will follow, from the tip of the sky to the very bottom of Malek’s realm. There is no man, dragon, or god alive that can keep us apart for long. I want to marry you, live with you, change with you, grow old with you, and pass with you. It’s only fitting, because you are the only thing I want in my future. Even if the world goes to ash around us, we’ll burn brighter than the stars together.

And if I have to leave? I’ll come back for you every time. Every damn time, and that is a promise. In the event that I’m killed in action, don’t you worry your pretty head off. After all, you know I’m just a realm away, and I’m still not leaving your side. Like I said, that’s a promise. I don’t break promises, you know.

Meet up with me after the healer’s graduation, at the bridge. I have something for you.

Always, forever, and then more,

Liam.”

You don’t quite realize how long you’ve been sitting there, just staring at the end of the letter, until the unmistakable sound of paper shifting hits your ears. A few dark, wet spots have made their way from your cheeks to the edges of the paper, and you shift a little backwards, laying the letter on your bedside table. 

It’s dark in your room, the only light being emitted from a dying candle that’s undoubtedly on its last tenure. The abandoned seal shines bright in the glow, catching and redirecting onto your fingers. You stare at it for a few moments, any speech you could have tried for melting into wet sand on your tongue. 

Marry me after we graduate.

Gladly, you would have said. No questions asked, you’d have married him on the spot if he asked. 

And he did. Not to your face, but he did. 

How are you supposed to just…answer that?

A dry laugh bubbles from your throat. “You couldn’t have just said something? Gods, you’re a douche.”

There’s no answer, of course, but you can imagine Liam’s sheepish laughter in the back of your brain followed by a flurry of apologies. A small, bitter smile keeps your face drawn up, and you just shake your head.

“Idiot,” you whisper, reaching out and brushing the edge of the letter with your thumb as another tear falls. “I would have said yes. I’m still saying yes. You being gone doesn’t change that.”

You sit back against the wall, resting your head against the cool stone and watching out your window at the stars. Could you burn brighter than those? Maybe, if you had Liam with you — but he’s not here. Not physically, at least.

You tilt your head to the side. “Just a realm away, huh? That doesn’t sound very far, when you put it like that.”

Against the faint light, imperceptible even to your keenly observant eyes, a flickering silhouette shifts towards you. Maybe, if you saw it and stared at it long enough, you could have caught it leaning in close to you, completely invading your personal space.

And, maybe if you’d been paying enough attention, you could have caught the cool touch of a breeze against your cheek, all too similar to that of a gentle, familiar, barely-there kiss.

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@wolfstarmicrofic June 3 - prompt 3: Prince [word count 788]

“I don’t want to,” Sirius crossed his arms, stopping in the middle of the corridor.

“Come on Pads, he’s your brother,” James said.

“The little prince of Slytherin?” Sirius snorted. “He hasn’t said a word to me since I left, not even to make sure I was alright or to know where I went.”

“Everybody knows you live with James now,” Peter intervened. “That’s at least one thing he didn’t need to ask you.”

“But everything else is,” Sirius shook his head. “Boys, my brother’s a pawn in my parents’ hands, nothing more and nothing less.”

Remus sighed. He knew it would be hard. In the past six months, Sirius had gone through several stages when it came to Regulus: crushing guilt at the fact he had left him behind the summer night he had fled his parents’ house, saviour’s complex, planning all the ways he could rescue him and then, once they had all been back at Hogwarts in September and his brother hadn’t even acknowledged him in the halls, cold fury. Now it was mid-January, and Sirius acted as if he had never had a brother, but Remus knew he still hurt and still missed him. Sirius hadn’t said anything, not even to him, but James had told him about the small box wrapped with a golden ribbon with Regulus’s name on he had found in Sirius’s bedroom over Christmas break.

“You know I saw him during tutoring,” Remus said, walking back to him.

“The little shit even needs tutoring, I don’t even know-” Sirius started, but Remus’s hand hit him quickly on the back of the neck. “Ouch, Moony!”

“Needing tutoring is not a bad thing,” Remus glared at his boyfriend. “But Regulus doesn’t. He’s really smart actually. I think he joined the group after the winter break to talk to me.”

“And what might the now heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black want to talk to you about?” Sirius scoffed again.

“His brother,” Remus sighed. “I told you he wanted to see you, that’s literally why we’ve been dragging you with us tonight.”

“I have nothing to say to him,” Sirius insisted.

“But he might have something to say to you,” Peter said.

“And in any case, you don’t get a say in it, not this time,” James started pushing Sirius along the corridor.

“Prongs, what the hell?!”

“Sorry Pads, it’s either this, you walk of your own accord or I’m carrying you!”

Despite a grumbling Sirius they soon reached the empty classroom Regulus had chosen for the meeting and filed in, not to be caught wandering around after curfew since James hadn’t brought the cloak with him this time and because they didn’t trust Sirius not to walk away immediately if they weren’t with him.

Regulus was already inside and he turned around, staring directly at his brother.

“Sirius,” he said slowly.

Remus watched Sirius cross his arms, but he saw his hands tremble slightly.

“What do you want, Regulus?”

There was a long moment of silence, the two brothers still looking at each other. Then, Regulus looked down and slowly rolled up both legs of his trousers. As he turned around, Remus felt a shiver down his spine: he knew perfectly well the kind of scars that appeared on the younger Black’s calves. Thin, almost invisible, and multiple. Walburga Black’s favourite slicing curse. Sirius had those same scars. Remus looked up just in time to see his boyfriend’s face crumble.

“Reggie…” he whispered.

Seconds later, he was hugging his little brother so tight Remus wondered if he would snap him in two.

Much later in the night, once Regulus had fallen asleep in Sirius’s bed, Remus heard the familiar sound of feet across the floor and the curtains around his four-poster bed opening.

“Moony,” Sirius whispered. “Are you still awake?”

“Come in, Padfoot,” Remus answered.

Sirius curled up against him and Remus wrapped his arms around his shoulders, waiting in silence until he spoke.

“He’s coming home with me when summer comes. The Potters’, I mean.”

Remus smiled, as if he could mistake any other place than the Potters’ for his boyfriend’s home now.

“That’s wonderful news,” he said.

“He’s going to be safe, they will never lay a hand on him again,” Sirius shifted in bed, his head moving to rest on Remus’s chest. “Moony?”

“Yes my love?”

“Thank you. I was stubborn, but it’s thanks to you I’ve got my brother back.”

“I know how important he is to you, Padfoot. How important you both are to each other.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As Sirius kissed him, Remus felt warm and fuzzy at the thought he had managed to give his boyfriend something so precious he thought he had lost forever. After all, that was the very definition of love.

[selssatoru]

3 months - Satoru Gojo

⊹ summary: three months have passed since satoru said he needed a break from you. so what will you do when he arrives at your door at 9PM with your favorite flowers, and suddenly ends up between your legs?

⊹ cw: f!reader, smut, piv, spit, creampie, slight overstim, unprotected sex, praise kink, not proofread (SORRY :/)

⊹ wc: 745

3 months. It’s been 3 long, excruciating months since you and Satoru broke up. 

In those 3 months, you’ve tried to move on. You tried getting yourself back out there, just to ultimately realize you can’t live without the white haired man. To the memories of him making you pancakes smothered in strawberries early in the morning, to him in between your thighs whispering words of praise after a long day at work. 

Those four words that were muttered to you the night of Suguru’s birthday party replay in your head every moment of the day. 

“I need a break.”

In his defense, he says life was starting to be too much for him, and he needed to let you go. That never made any sense to you, though. When you went through tough times, you never thought letting him go would make you feel better; if anything, you needed him. It sucks, in all actuality, but you can help but think about what you could’ve done, or what you should’ve did. 

Even after all he put you through, you can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that he’s currently in between your legs, fucking you like its the last day on Earth. 

To be fair, you don’t know how it happened– well, you do. He came knocking at your door at 9 PM, soaked from the rain outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He just happened to walk inside of your house and trip and slid right into your pussy. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself. 

You weren’t easy per se, but when it comes to Satoru, you have the biggest soft spot for him. You wonder if he knows how much you’ve missed him, and how badly you’ve been yearning to see him. You wonder if he still loves yo– You’re ripped from your thoughts as the white haired man talks into your ear.

“Fuck baby– you feel so fucking good. I missed this pussy,” he grunts in your ear, kissing your neck.

Satoru comes back up, kissing you on the lips. He moans into the kiss, releasing all the pent-up emotions he was holding back. He places a hand on your face, breaking away from the kiss. He squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. “Been so long since I’ve done this, huh?” he mumbled, spitting in your mouth. “Be a good girl and swallow it f’me?” 

You swallow it, the act making your pussy flutter around him. A deep gutteral moan rips from Satoru’s throat, his cock throbbing inside of you. He picks up the pace, each thrust hard and deep. His hand snakes between your thighs, applying pressure on your clit as he rubs it. 

“Cum all over my cock baby, come on I know you can do it,” he whispers in your ear. He pulled out almost all the way, then snapped his hips forward again.  "That's it, baby, look at you."

His diamond-like eyes stare into yours, his face contorts as he almost reaches his climax. His thrusts get sloppier and harder as he silently begs you to cum. You know deep down, he won’t stop until you cum before him.

He toys with your clit, his cock hitting your g-spot. His free hand grips your wrists together as you writhe underneath him. 

“Gonna cum ‘toru!–,” You manage to cry out as your orgasm hits you. Your back arches off the bed, while your nails claw at his muscular back.

“Shit baby– you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “I’m gonna fill you up so good.. This pussy was made for me. Fuckfuck–” he whines into your ear as his sentence is cut short. 

He explodes inside of you, thick ropes of white cum fill you. He continues to thrust into you, making sure you’re pumped full of his cum.

Whimpers fill the room as he overstimulates the both of you, rubbing your clit slowly to soothe you. He slowly pulls out, watching the cum flow onto the sheets. “You made such a mess, baby,” he mutters, plugging your hole with his finger. His lips crash onto yours, whispering in between kisses, “I love you so much.” He rolls over to lie beside you, pulling you to lie on his chest. He sighs, tracing patterns onto your skin.

You look up at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck did you just do and what this means for you and him.

"I love you too, Satoru."

©selssatoru ⤷ please do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my work. thank you. @cafekitsune divider creds :))

[tan1shere]

Who Is She

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: the extra of tanns kinktober I hope you enjoy it 😁

Summary: you were new in town, being warned about the mysterious girl and how she was insane. Little did you know you'd absolutely love her and the mysteriousness.

Warnings: smut, stalker billie, vampire billie ! Fingering <3

Masterlist - Halloween ML

"A misty memory..."

"A haunting face..."

That's the constant warnings you got of her. Ever since you moved here 2 months ago. You didn't even know her name. No one dared to utter it. You honestly didn't care if it came out of your mouth. You just really wanted to know who this mystery girl was. The people never specified why she was so aloof, just that whenever anyone would be around her they'd go missing. You personally didn't believe that one bit, as if someone could just do that so randomly. Someone known.

The friends you had made so far were the ones warning you, the town was small so many people knew of her. And that is exactly why you went to the friendly old man that worked at the sweet shop down the road. You'd go in there often and he'd have all these fun stories to tell you. Especially back in his day, his wisdom was intriguing, so he was most definitely the person to go to. The bell jingles as you open the door to the shop. "Hey jo!" You smile at him. "Hey toffee!" He smiles cheerfully. He had started calling you that soon after he realized your love for it.

The nicknames just stuck around, but so have you. "How are you today?" You ask kindly, grabbing some toffee fudges. You then go to your forever spot on the end of the counter. Sadly not many people would visit him, it saddened you because he was always so lovely to everyone. "I'm amazing, how are you hun?" The smile never left his face which always made you feel 10x better no matter the day you had. "Not too bad! Hey, could I ask you something?" You say, unwrapping the sweet. Passing him the wrapper to throw away for you alongside money that was way more than it actually costed.

He always would say to keep it but you never listened. "Fire away." He leans back in the chair he'd always sit in, watching as you plopped the fudge into your mouth. "Mystery girl. Who is she?" He looks at you carefully. "No one, knows who she really is. But I do happen to know more in depth details that nobody knows." AhHA! You knew he'd know something, after all he's lived in this town his whole life. He knew everything and everyone, so there was no surprise. "Billie, I knew her parents way back before they left." He cuts himself off, you had a feeling he knew alot more than he was about to tell you, but you just let that go. "Shes lived in this town for years, and years."

He stops again, was he giving slight clues? Jo was never a fast talker he'd constantly take small pauses. But it was the way his voice changed at the end of each sentence, as if he was leading you on a scavenger hunt. Maybe he was. "Shes never seen by anyone, and if she is its always in that forest near those older houses." You nod your head, listening. "Interested are we?" You purse your lips. "Maybeee." You then smile slightly. "Not scared?" You shake your head, leaning back against the pillar behind you. "Far from it honestly." He now nods, taking in everything you said.

"I knew her when she was really young, like I said I knew her parents years ago, quite well actually. But she would always keep to herself." Your eyes wander down on the counter in thought. "So you don't know why she's so mysterious and 'scary'?" He's still, shrugging just a bit. "If you really want to know you could find out." You laugh slightly. "She must not be that dangerous if you're saying that." He shrugs yet again. "You said it yourself, you're not scared or anything. And who knows what she could be."

"You do." You then say with a tiny grin, he mirrors the action. Putting a finger on the side of his nose. "Go find out, toffee."

And so you do, after a long day on a shift at work, a few days later- Or a few weeks per say. You hadn't gotten the chance to do it. You go down to the forest Jo had mentioned. It was in the evening so things weren't especially light.

I call her name.

"Billie!?"

Across an endless plain.

"I hear you've been looking for me?" -

She'll answer me... wherever she may be.

- She says, lurking in the darkness. Still unable to see a face until she comes into view, she was beautiful. Just a regular young woman. You ignore the fact she knew about your inquires on her, pondering if you should ask who on earth she is but you just have to. You have to know. "What are you?" Was the main thing rattling around in your mind. Her head tilts slightly at the question. "You're very brave, I must say." The thing is, you were never scared. Not even now, she could turn into an ugly ratty demon and you'd still be interested. "Y/n? Right?" You blink at her a few times.

"How do you know my name?" She shrugs. "I've been watching. Observing your every move ever since I found out you were looking for me. And to say the least you intrigued me deeply." You intrigued her? You were quite baffled. "Nobody's told you what I am no?" Your head shakes. "Why don't I show you angel." Your curiosity takes over as She comes closer to you. The situation was endearing, intense within a small gap of time. Her hand goes to your face and you just let it. You look at her lips and they're on you in an instant. Attaching to your own, your jaw, slowly. Your neck.

You hear her breathe in near your pulse point, and it's like something clicks in your brain. You knew exactly what she was, and you wanted to truly find out. "Don't wanna hurt you sweet girl. In any way." She then pulls back to look at you. "I've grown to like you, even if i don't know you fully. Your cute smile when you're laughing with your friends or that happiness when you enter Jo's shop. I just know you're special." She finishes, moving her finger to a strand of your hair, putting it behind your ear. "I want this." You say positively. She thinks for a moment. "I haven't told you what I am-" "I know." You say putting your hands on her face.

She was slightly hesitant, everyone was scared of her, all she wanted was a feed. To keep her well. And you were gladly going to give her that. Her lips were on your own again, the kiss being hungrier than the last. This time you were getting into it more. Gasping just slightly when her hands meet your waist, gripping tightly. Your hands slide down, resting on her neck as she pushes you against one of the many huge trees that were surrounding you currently. The kiss only deepens, making you moan just slightly into her mouth.

"I can smell you." She breathes against your lips. "Taste me then." You say, giving her every bit of permission there was to give. Extending your neck out slightly for her to do just that, taste you. Her lips make contact with it, everything was delicate until you felt a slight piercing in your skin, her sharp fangs seep deep. But yet keeping a careful eye on how much she takes. She meant what she said earlier. You're the only human being who hasn't seen her for something hideous. She admires you. Your hands move to her hair as one of hers move into your jeans. You gasp again as you weren't expecting her to.

Your mind goes numb, blank. Feeling her fingers find their way to your aching clit. It was driving you insane with both tactics at once. The sharp twinge in your neck, and the antagonizing touches on your pussy. Her fingers inch lower towards your hole, slipping in eventually. Your brain turns to samp, closing your eyes shut as she inserts two. "F-fuck." You breathe, completely breathless by every motion. "That feels, good.." You mumble out. The taste in her mouth was intoxicating, you tasted delicious.

She devours the sweet red, coming out of the vein she punctured. Her tongue swipes along the two teeth marks keeping it there for a second, before she comes back to face you. Sticking her free fingers against it. She feels the pulse, slightly weak but still pumping. Her eyes had a slight red tone to them, insanely different from when you first saw her before, her veins were sticking out like crazy under her eyes. Red smeared along her lips. Your mind was hazy. Eyelids drousy as her other fingers make work on your cunt, speeding up now she can see your face. Others would look at you and think you're dying. But that really isn't the case, you were so blissed out. You felt like you were on cloud 9. She smirks. Watching your features.

Hers begin to ease, veins subsiding, eyes not as red, fading into that ocean blue again. Her other hand is removed from your neck to wipe the excess of your blood from her mouth.

She noticed just how blissed out you were, and God she was enjoying the sight. "Still with me baby?" You nod, biting your lip. "S-still with you-" You exhale a tight moan, feeling your back arch as she hit the right spot. "Good girl." The spot that's going to make you gush. Just for her, on her. She watches everything so carefully not wanting to miss anything. "Cum for me." She then says, and with a few more strokes of her fingers you do. Cumming right on her fingers. She takes them out and instantly puts them in her mouth. "Everything about you is so tasty my god." She says, a low moan leaving her in the process. You try to regain your breath, looking at her and realizing soon after. "Wait you mentioned Jo before-" Her eyes are on yours.

"Yeah, course. He's my uncle."

[lunajay33]

The Teller Girl Part.9

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut, violence

Part.8

•Masterlist•

With the help of Chibs and the club I was slowly able to heal from the loss of my baby, Chibs even gave me a photo of him as a baby as a way to put a face to my baby boy, a way to heal, it’s been a few months since all that shit went down, things had settled with the club and other gang stuff, bringing the club back to what it was

Today is Harley’s birthday and the words Chibs said to me before rang in my mind everyday, we still had her, she still needed her mother and I’ll be damn if I don’t give her everything she needs

I’ve got everything done, Teal and purple cupcakes, balloons and decor, sure it was probably over the top for just a one year old birthday party but she’s my little girl and every year I have with her will be celebrated

Everything is set up in the back yard now I’m just waiting for everyone to come, the crew, just keeping it small not wanting to take the attention away from my Harley

The rumble of motorcycles pull up to the front of the house and I could hear their loud chatter already, I hold Harley on my hip, adjusting her little dress that was also purple and teal matching everything, with a little flower clip in her hair

“Here they rowdy boys come baby” she giggles looking up at me with those brown eyes

The back gate swings open and they filter in, Bobby, tigs, happy, Opie and Lyla, juice, Gemma, Jax and Tara and Abel, and of course Chibs

Harley spots him and squeals

“Daddy!” She babbles and Chibs comes and swings her around then holding her close as she plays with his goatee

“Look at ye lil lassy, pretty in yer wee dress just like yer mommy” he says looking back at me pulling me into a kiss

“She missed you today” I say running my hand through his hair, his cologne and smell of cigarettes grounding me

“Aye and what about ye?” He smirks as he squeezes my hip

“You know I always do”

“Oh come on did we come here for a Harley or to watch you guys fall in love again” Jax groans making me blush realizing everyone was watching us

“Right everyone, drinks and food are on the table over there, I’ll get the fire started and let’s have fun” the guys got settled and everyone was having fun, we opened gifts, Bobby got her a dress with an American flag on it, typical, other gifts from the others bike related that came in baby form

We thanked everyone and most settled around the fire, Chibs and I sitting at the picnic bench, Tara and Jax on the other as Abel and Harley play in the sand box

“Haven’t seen you in a while Tara how’ve you been?” I ask trying to be nice for Jax even if I don’t really like her

“Fine, we found of the baby is a boy” I felt a squeeze on my heart and I try not to let it bother me

“Tara…” Jax groans

“What it’s not my fault she lost the baby” she sighs glaring at Jax and that’s when all the pain floods back

“Ye get yer gash outta here before I do Jackie boy and it won’t be pretty” Chibs voice full of rage, Jax grabs her arm and pushes her out the gate, I look down at my belly where it should be full and round by now

“Shite baby” his hand rubs my back

“No its….its fine I’m not gonna let her break all the healing I’ve done” he kisses my temple and pulls me close

“He’s still with us baby girl” I nod holding his thigh

“I’m fine my love, how about you get me a cupcake so I can eat my feelings” he smiles

“Ye got it darlin” I kept eating until there was 3 wrappers in front of me my face probably full of purple and teal mouth full of chocolate cake

“Why do you stay with me” I say looking at Chibs who looked completely amused as he wiped the icing of my face and sucked it off his thumb

“Because yer mine”

•

Life went on day by day, Chibs at my side reassuring me everyday that I was his reason to wake up everyday, that me and Harley were the light of his life

Over time I felt whole again knowing I’ll always have the club at my side, that Harley will grow up with a group of men that’ll kill for her, that’ll protect her no matter what, that she has a father that adores her, that I have a ol man that worships the ground I walk on

Chibs got a divorce from Fiona and proposed to me on Harley’s second birthday, we had a simple wedding where Harley was our flower girl and Abel our ring bearer

And there is no other life I’d want to be living without him by my side always and forever

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Kinda a crappy ending but I ran out of ideas, if you have any other chibs request my inbox is open!!

I just started a Happy series you can read here! The Lion & Lamb

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