#got your lazy housewife making you breakfast

[sleepingghostt]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭

(❤️❤️𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢!!!!❤️❤️)

He wakes up on cold sheets, a sliver of sun peeking through a break in the blackout curtains that Daiki put up when he first moved in. Instinctively, Taiga rolls over and makes a grab for the spot next to him, grunting when he finds it empty. Weird. He’s always the first one up in the morning.

A clatter from the kitchen sounds then, breaking the peaceful quiet, accompanied by the smell of something sweet. Like butter…pure sugar. Taiga frowns and runs a hand through his bed hair before stumbling to his feet, his stomach growling at the promise of food. Alex probably dropped by. Though, he had no idea she was back in Japan.

And she wasn’t.

Daiki stands at the stove, dressed in nothing but a pair of Taiga’s sweatpants and one of the redhead’s kiss the cook aprons draping his front. His back is to him, sculpted muscles shifting under dark skin, golden and rich against a ray of sunlight peeking through their balcony doors and Taiga is in love again.

You… just make me so…

“Hey,” caution averted, he makes his way over and presses close to him, arms finding home around his waist, lips meeting the warm skin of his neck. Daiki jumps before relaxing in his hold, shifting his head so Taiga has better access. He’s stirring a batter mixture in one of their family sized bowls, the batter pale yellow, sprinkled with flecks of cinnamon, a hearty stack of brioche bread resting on the counter beside it, a tray with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of poorly cut fruit waiting on their small island.

Taiga grins as Daiki stops stirring, closing his eyes at the gentle feel of supple kisses down the side of his neck. “I don’t remember asking for maid service.”

“It’s not maid service idiot,” Daiki throws him an over the shoulder glare and continues stirring albeit distractedly. “Like I would do that for your ungrateful ass after the shit you pulled last night.”

“Cut me some slack,” Taiga murmurs and nuzzles his nape, leaving another kiss before moving to his bare shoulder, the skin under his lips smooth and warm. “Coach trained us too hard yesterday and we didn’t get lunch. What did you expect me to do after eating all that food?”

“I expected you to give me some goddamn gratification instead of blue balls. Seriously, that shit hurt.”

“I was tired.”

“I don’t care.”

Taiga hums and watches Daiki lower a slice of the thick bread into the bowl, completely soaking it with batter before turning it over with a fork. “‘M sorry.” zeroing back on his neck, he makes soft sucks, not enough for a hickey, just enough to make Daiki sigh softly under his breath. “I’ll make it up to you later. But now you have to tell me what you’re doing up so early.” Taiga still couldn’t wrap his head around it. “You hate cooking…and not being able to sleep till twelve. Fuck, you can’t even cook in general.”

Daiki lets out a low chuckle and takes the sopping bread from the bowl, plopping it down with slow precision into the hot pan on the stove, Taiga muttering an instinctive, “careful, don’t burn yourself,” into his shoulder as the kitchen wafts with sizzling butter and spicy cinnamon.

“Fuck off.. Satsuki’s the one who can’t cook, so saying that is basically roping me into the same boat as her….and it looks like someone forgot their birthday.” Amusement drips from his tongue with the last part and Taiga blinks before whipping out his phone to look at the date. Low and behold: August 2.

“Leave me alone and get your ass back in bed.” Daiki grumbles, flipping the bread with a sloppy flick of the wrist. “This was supposed to be a surprise and you ruined it. So I guess, sit back and let your maid do the work.” He finishes with a wink in his direction, a smear of batter on his cheek and Taiga all but loses it.

Shirtless, the apron, the goddamn sweatpants. The fact that he’s doing all this just because it’s Taiga’s birthday…Jesus. Fuck.

He’s mindful enough to quickly switch off the stove before he turns Daiki around and slams him up against the fridge, one hand sliding underneath the apron to pinch a nipple, the other shoved down his sweatpants to fist his growing erection.

“Shit! Ah- Taiga, wait,” Daiki arches into his touch and tries to push him away feebly at the same time.

“Breakfast-”

“Can wait.” Smirking, Taiga licks the batter off his cheek and nibbles his skin, enticing a shiver from the bluenette.

“I’m starting off with something a little more delicious.”

“Y-you fucker.” Daiki moans and rests his head against the fridge, cheeks flushing as Taiga bites his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth in a hot suck. “Hope you’re not insulting my cooking, again. Not before you fucking tasted it.”

“Shut up. Don’t act like an overworked housewife.” Before Daiki can retort, the redhead grabs the back of his thighs and sucks the side of his neck. “Jump.”

Daiki does so, wrapping his arms around Taiga’s neck and moaning as the redhead takes his weight and holds him like it’s nothing. Those stupid trainings really paid the fuck off.

They kiss feverishly as Taiga maneuvers them over to the living room, making sure to press Daiki against the counter and the wall on their way. The bluenette is vocal to his roughness, gasping and moaning into his mouth as he digs his fingernails into his nape, scratching his scalp as he pulls on his hair. However when Taiga proceeds to lower him down onto their coffee table, he tightens his grip and bites hard into the older’s bottom lip.

“Ow!”

“Dumbass, what the fuck are you doing? Go to the bedroom.”

“No, you’re…” Taiga straightens and shifts Daiki in his arms, his muscles straining at the effort. “You’re breakfast. You know? Breakfast on the table thing.”

“I’m gonna break the fucking table idiot! Take me to the bedroom. Breakfast in bed.”

“Oh.”

“Honest to god Taiga. I swear your brain’s literally a piece of shit sometimes.” He’s pouting, clearly feeling the flagging of their erections and the ruin of a perfectly hot atmosphere. Taiga can feel it too so he hikes Daiki higher up on his hips and gives him a deep heated kiss, making sure to add tongue and a roll of his hips.

“Be nice to me, baby,” he murmurs into the kiss and makes his way to the bedroom, smirking as Daiki whimpers at his tone. “It’s my birthday.”

[creedslove]

BEING JOEL MILLER'S WIFE 🍓 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I wanna quit my job and be his stay home housewife so bad 😭

You didn't actually have a honeymoon because the money isn't abundant but you definitely took a weekend away to stay in a nice lake house or go to a water park in summer because why not before Joel had to go back to work 

But just because you didn't have a fancy honeymoon trip it doesn't mean you didn't spend the whole day all over each other, exploring each other's bodies and barely putting any clothes, I mean, what's the point if you are gonna take them off anyway 

He took his guitar and he played to you as you watched the sunset together, he played and hummed beautifully and overcame his natural shyness so he would sing some love songs to you

You wear your wedding and your engagement ring, and Joel wears his too, not only that, he wears it proudly to show he is taken

After your time off, you had to adapt to your new routine, but now Joel leaves home a little later than he usually did, because now he had a sweet wife to have breakfast with ❤️ 

You have morning lazy sex most mornings, you always wake up with Joel's boner poking your back and you don't resist his sleeping puppy look with the messy hair, sweet smile and strong arms that pull you closer to his warm body 

Breakfast depends on who gets up first, sometimes it's Joel, sometimes it's you. He doesn't mind cooking you breakfast but he prefers when you do it because your food is way better than his 

You love packing Joel his lunch, sometimes when there's leftovers you pack him a full meal in his lunch box, otherwise you make him a real good sandwich and some other treats 

The guys who work for him low-key make fun of the fact the serious and kinda grumpy Joel Miller carries a lunch box made by his wife 

And Joel doesn't give a shit about those fuckers because he has a loving wife who takes care of him

If you don't work or you work from home, you make sure to leave the house always tidy and organized for your man 

If you work out, he makes sure to split the chores with you on the weekend, but since your shift is a lot shorter than his, you manage to do the cleaning mostly by yourself so weekends are for relaxing or going out 

You also make sure to bake him several treats: cakes, pies, cupcakes, muffins, homemade bread, cookies or desserts like pudding or different recipes 

Dinner every night for your husband, especially when he gets home a little earlier than usual and he decides to help you, because that leads to sweet moments and even maybe some dancing in the kitchen 

Usually weekends are reserved for takeout or he actually takes you out for lunch or dinner, because he wants his wife to relax and enjoy the weekend with him 

Joel's a gentleman and he doesn't want you to worry about sharing the bills at home, he sees himself as the one who needs to provide to you, so he insists you keep your money to yourself

And you do so by buying yourself things so you can be pretty for him 

But you also buy him a lot of things, you like spoiling things with new shirts, new jeans, new shoes and whenever you see something you think Sarah will like, you buy it for her too 

So when she comes home from her college break, there's usually a pile of presents waiting for her on her bed 

Joel works really hard and when you two were dating, he often arrived really late because of work, but after you got married, he decided to reduce his working schedule a little because he wants to be there for you 

But still, his work is HARD, so he often gets home exhausted and starving and you gladly serve him dinner 

He often invites you to shower with him after work, which you do it eagerly. Sometimes it leads to some slow, sexy shower sex, and sometimes you just wash his hair and down his back 

When he's sore from working so much, it's also common for you to massage him. You get some lotion and apply on his sore back and you enjoy his grunts and pleasure moans as you help him relief the tension and it might lead to a happy ending with a handjob or not, it depends on the mood 

Or you just cuddle on the couch after dinner, Joel is a gentleman and insists on doing the dishes for you or at least help you with it 

You either rest against his side or he rests his head on your lap 

Run your fingers through his hair and you can swear that man purrs at the relaxation, it never fails him to sleep 

When Tommy finally leaves the house for good, Joel and you start making plans on what to do with that spare room. If you're into art he is willing to turn it into an atelier for you; if you love reading, he already got the tools and the wood to build you a big shelf for your own library at home 

Or one night he just suggests it would could be home office so it gets easier to remodel it once the baby comes 

"What baby Joel?" You frown softly and he cleared his throat "well, you know, I thought we would… or maybe just in case…" 

You hadn't discussed that before marriage and perhaps now you see maybe you should have, but you just assumed he wouldn't want more kids after he spent the last decades of his life raising his daughter by himself 

And to be honest, not even Joel himself is sure if he wants kids or not, but he does love to picture you with a baby bump, carrying his baby, just as much as he loves watching you interact with little kids 

You two decide to sit down and talk things through, and you come to the conclusion that if it happens, it happens, but it's not a necessity or a deal breaker in your relationship

Because you love your husband Joel, and he loves you too ❤️

_____

A/N: idk I wanna marry him so bad 😭

[yanderesimp2000]

Yandere Adam x fem reader chapter 4/6 'This is for your own good" MINORS STAY AWAY

GONNA DO 6 INSTEAD OF 5 CHAPTERS SO THIS IS Chapter 4/6 baby been out of ideas for a little bit but then I got one what is it keep fucking reading ya lazy fuck

TW,NON-CON TO CON, Brainwashed reader, reader has had their mind broken, reader breaks out of their mind control, EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS, Adam being an incel as usual, degradation, smut,Light violence, Abuse then comfort, Adam being a delusion prick, and reader pushing their limits

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST ME

BTW TO CLEAR THINGS UP MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

After that lovely night with Adam you woke up alone in the bed he was in the shower so in the mean time you should make him breakfast you don't wanna make him mad right? You walked downstairs into the Kitchen were you went and made Adams favorite breakfast Pancake breakfast sandwich 2 pancakes with eggs,bacon,cheese, and sausage in between. He was always so happy when you made them and when he was happy something in your brain just turned into mush for him trying so hard to please him

you heard him come out the shower as he got dressed and when he smelled that your were cooking he yelled "LETS FUCKING GO THANKS BABE" he said before practically falling done the stairs to come get the food he basically ate it in one bite barley even chewing like a rapid animal he then stretched and said "thanks bitch" you got used to his mean words by for some reason your brain didn't think of it as hate just you were the one that failed him and you should be ashamed of yourself and do better. he then plopped himself done on the couch and said " what to do what to do hey what do you wanna do babe" you mind raced with excitement at him giving you the slightest bit of free will thinking of all the possibility you said you wanted to go to that new big park by the beach in the Chasity region

He yawned again and said "wow for once you had a good idea, don't take this as mean or anything but your not the best decision maker your a good housewife though like any proper women" this tone of misogyny should of made you upset but for some reason at first you were upset but something just washed it all away and you just again thought he was correct.

He then mockingly told you "your not going out in that outfit" he laughed referring to your clothes they were just pajamas and you agreed he could go out with his precious wittle trophey if shes ugly no no no she has to look marketable and good yes that's much better. He walks you over to the closet where he picks out different outfits until after a couple minutes of shuffling he finally finds one he likes its a

knee-length dress with a gently cinched waist that accentuates your feminine figure. The fabric is a soft, flowing chiffon in a delicate pastel shade, a pale lavender. The bodice features a subtle sweetheart neckline adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of romanticism to the design. you felt so nice in the dress and Adam agreed "damn I really did splurge on all these dresses but playing dress up with you sure is fun your like my little doll for me to play with and dress up to my pleasing" he teased

adam put on his normal robe before saying "welp guess its time to go" before you two walked out the door together into the streets of heaven the flight their was relaxing he was carrying you because he didn't want you do get tired and seeing heaven from that high up was just so nice but when you finally made it to the park you could see why it was so good The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack to the park's ambiance, creating a sense of harmony with nature. Seagulls soar overhead, their cries blending harmoniously with the rhythmic lull of the ocean Adam seemed surprised and said "nicer then I expected you chose a good place I'm not gonna lie" before you two started to walk across the wonderful coast line off the coast of the park you saw the patience borough of heaven it was a small island off the coast of main land heaven which was Chasity,temperance,charity and diligence boroughs you saw the view of the skyline and you just watched it you decided to say "hey can we go over there" you said in a soft tone Adam sighed and said "not right now babe its to far of a flight for today

something in you snapped it wasn't you usual self you started to see a hint of rebellion in your mind you got angry and said "no I want to go NOW" you said starting to get angry Adam was surprised but brushed it off "come on dont be such a fucking brat we can do it tomorrow you started to yell "NO NO NO TODAY" then something broke inside of you and you just started to fly there to the borough this infuriated adam and he quickly flew after you catching up to you trapped you against his body he started to fly back to his house at a speed you could of never imagined it felt like only 3 minutes before you were in the door after taking off.

Adam SLAMS the door behind him and say's "you've been a bad GIRL A VERY BAD GIRL" you've never seen him this way he then said "how to punish you how to punish you ahh I got one I'll make sure you don't fly AGAIN until I feel like letting you fly"he said this in a light sadistic tone but he then sighed and said "then I'll put you under my little "spell" again you seemed to partially broken out of it but I can always reapply it, after my old 2 UNGRATEFUL SLUTS left me I've learned how to make people more "reasonable" and you've seems to have broken out of it partially"

he said this with a low coo before grabbing a knife from the counter and saying "cmere" before pinning you down this adrenaline brought back ALL your old memory what happened how he kidnapped you how Abused you it all came flooding back in you winced again and said "GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY PHYCO" Adam just giggled and said "broken out of my spell that's okay I'll just reapply it once I'm done with your wings" all you could think about was how could heaven allow this god, and seraphim they were okay with this one of their first man kidnapping and brainwashing a poor human soul so he could use you to not feel lonely it was all to much and you tried to beg Adam to stop "p-please Adam" you pleaded he looked like a felt a little bad but he seemed to shake it off when he said "this is all for your own good" before slicing off the front half of you right wing

You screamed in pain "Plwease Please s-s-s-s-stop" you pleaded but Adam when and clipped the left wing he used some angel magic to seal up the wounds and stop the pain but you were just left their a whimpering crying mess flapping your now useless wings Adam said "yknow what I'm not even gonna fell bad for you you got this coming this was all on you" he starts to rub his fings in-between your wings "maybe in a couple century's I'll fix your wings IF Im feeling generous I might just keep you like this forever my little peguin my little bird that's YEARNING to be able to fly but no matter how hard you try you just cant" he mocked causing you to sob more "awwwwww don't cry even if it's adorable it hurts my heart" he giggled You sobbed helplessly it felt like the teasing was just relentless you kicked and thrashed but he had a firm grip on you you couldn't escape he said as he stood looking down at you he laughed and said "are you sad don't worry try and fly yeah try and get an inch off the ground you can't oh no you can't you're too your wings that they're too small and too weak now "he laughed sadistically as he said that "you really are perfect now it's just time for the fixing of your brain"  to begin you start flapping you're useless little wings you don't know why you knew they were useless but it was just instinctive somehow you felt powerless completely at his Mercy you don't even know how you got out of his hypnosis but all you know is he's going to put you back in it back into the helpless little play thing you were before

"Now look at me "Adam shushed you just look at me don't try and fight it you know Ill win he said as he started to force your head to look into his eyes yes just fall deeper and deeper you didn't know it was happening you started to feel delirious sleepy starting to go into a gray space between awake and asleep  your eyes butterflied a little as you try to resist squirming but weaker and weaker whimpering and Wincing your pleas meant nothing if anything he enjoyed them  "damn you're so fucking  hot when you like" Adam moaned " you know what I think I might fuck you while I put you back into your submissive state, Yeah bitch doesn't that sound like fun trying to squirm away from me but falling deeper and deeper into my hypnosis it's just too much to resist I'm so sorry" he started to undress himself as you slowly backed away into the corner whimpering and wincing as you went "oh don't be scared" Adam teased "I'll be gentle oh so Gentle"

He started to approach you his erect cock visible " try not to struggle too much it's quite annoying, but don't worry you'll be wrapped around my little finger soon enough Like any proper women meant to serve their husband" just as he said this he started to pin you down you whimpered kicked but that didn't stop them he teased the tip of his cock right against the entrance of your pussy he was clearly getting off to you fear enjoying every second of it the more you cried the more you try to fight back the more you whimpered the more turned on he got " shut up bitch" he growled "at first you're begging was cute but now it's just pathetic you're not getting out of this and you know that " he said that and even deeper growl as as he slowly put his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy 

Eventually it was just a full flown thrust " fuck  baby keep looking into my eyes little bicth this will be so much more enjoyable if you fuckin  cooperate" he said but as he kept looking at you and deep into your eyes something in your brain started to change as much as you try to fight it you know that you weren't going to win your mind was too weak easy to be taken control of manipulated turned into as Adam said your fate  would keep going like this for the rest of Eternity the Injustice in heaven was all you could think about how could he do this how could he threaten to banish you to hell just for not wanting to be with him how could he do any of this but that was quickly wiped away by the thoughts that you were the problem that you should apologize to Adam that he was just doing what was necessary and that you were the crazy one you are unstable you needed him that's all you could think you started to enjoy him on you he giggled when he noticed that " are we done with our little tantrum" Adam said softly but firmly " yes Adam I'm so sorry for disobeying you this won't ever happen again" you pleaded to him " good that's what I thought, now let me fucking finish inside you bitch" he said approaching his climax  his cock was deep inside you it was 38 cm there was even a little bump in your stomach from where it was since the height difference between you guys was like nine feet you were helpless  he had all the control he wanted over you and that was just the way he liked it you started to grip onto the couch he was fucking you on you you were also reaching your climax but Adam beat you to it as you let out a moan long strings of cum started to fill you " yes baby" he said as you also climaxed " see I told you you would like it" Adam said smugly 

You were under his spell again condemned to the same fate for the rest of enternity but hey atleats you enjoy it even if your brainwashed

[pastelavender88]

Sinbound- Chapter 11

Summary: It’s been a month since the events of the last chapter: Eddie and Buck are on the outs and Buck’s family is back in town; Something major happens to Y/n.

Warning: Talks of miscarriage.

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It’s been a month since Eddie and I broke up. It was touch and go for a while. The night of the breakup I asked for 2 hours. It doesn’t take 2 hours to basically pick up your whole life. Alex and I took all our clothes and toiletries but we still had to come back and get the rest of our things. I decided it would be best to leave all the baby’s stuff there, but excluding that I still had a ton of things. Bobby and Athena served as the buffer between Eddie and I. Athena would text me to tell me that Bobby told her Eddie and Christopher would be out of the house from 12-4 pm and stuff like that. Eddie and I still haven’t spoken since that night even though he tried. He gave me a good 2 days before he was blowing up my cell and trying to talk and work things out, but I was serious when I meant Eddie and I were done. The betrayal still keeps me awake at night if I let my mind wander enough and the events starting on the night in question and the big blow up play in my head like a movie. Alex and I moved in with Buck for the time being while I figured out the next step in our lives. Buck was more than happy to welcome us and he’s been accommodating in any way he can. He’s been going with me to my doctor appointments, driving me around a lot since I’ve gotten a little bigger and lazier to do it myself, and even taking a parenting class with me. Even though I had Alex already a lot of things have changed in the last 12 years.  Speaking of all the things Buck is doing for me, Eddie is quite pissed at him because of it. Also, the fact that Buck is the one that told me about Eddie’s infidelity. So everything has been quite an adjustment. It was morning and Buck was off today so that meant family breakfast. Which was really more me cooking whatever I was craving and everyone being too lazy to complain or make anything else. Today was chicken, waffles, spicy syrup, bacon, eggs, and french toast. (Don’t judge but I craved this my whole pregnancy.) Buck came down from the room and sat at the table. The reason I call it the room is because technically it’s both Buck and I’s room. See Buck only has two rooms in his loft but the other room is Alex’s and it’s not exactly big enough to share. So Buck and I share the room in the sense that both of our things are there like clothes, shoes, jewelry, little things like that. Buck did buy a couch though, so that way he has something to sleep on. Right now Buck was trying to convince me to go with him and Alex to pick up his parents later. “They would love to see you. I mean it’s been over a year since they last saw you.” “Yeah and since then I got knocked up and then left a single mom. Again.” “True, but you look really cute pregnant and they haven’t seen this glow.” He said, as he pointed his fork at me. “That may be the case but seriously I’m not up for that yet.” Buck could tell my mood was becoming somber, so he let it go. “Alright. Did I tell you guys what happened yesterday at work? Some guy’s kids buried him in the sand and splashed water on him when a freak flash of lightning hit and turned the sand into glass. It was insane.” “Buck I’m trying to eat.” “Mom, that's actually really cool and mother nature at work. What did that guy say in that really old dinosaur movie ‘life always finds a way’. Life is science.” “Did she just call Jurassic Park a really old movie?” I asked Buck. I turned to Alex. “That movie came out the year I was born for your info.” “How do you think I feel? I’m older than you by two years.” Buck joked. The conversation kept flowing from there and eventually it was time to clean up and start the day. Since the break up with Eddie I haven’t really been writing much so my day usually centers around Buck and Alex. I felt like a 50’s housewife. After making sure everyone had everything they needed for their day I would tidy the house, wash dishes, do laundry. It was a feminist nightmare but I was so numb I didn’t really care. I’ve been seeing a therapist but it didn’t help as much as I thought it would. Most people describe therapy as this life-altering interaction but for me it felt like when you were called to the guidance counselor in school about bullying or something. Like I was put on the spot. Don’t get me wrong there was improvement but I just didn’t feel satisfied or “fixed” in a sense. We dived into my relationship issues a lot and I understand what Eddie was saying. The “relationship” that Buck and I had while Eddie and I were still together was emotional cheating, which proved my point. We were bad for each other. Eddie and I both rushed into this relationship after commitment issues on both sides, so we were destined for doom. Either way the pain inside of me from his affair with Ana wasn’t going away because I know that what I did didn’t warrant that. Instead of breaking it off or establishing clear boundaries, Eddie decided that cheating was the best route. So here I am feeling like less than a person over a toxic relationship we both should have some coming to an end. Buck’s POV Since Y/n didn’t want to come with me I was forced to suffer with my parents alone. It was worth it since Albert was there. “Uh, Albert, hey, check this out.” I showed Albert Y/n’s ultrasound picture. It was so cool to be a part of this process and I couldn’t help but show it off. “You brought more than takeout.” Albert replied, “Well, uh, Chimney didn't tell you?” “Yeah, that I've been gone less than a year and you're a father again? No.” God I hope my parents didn’t hear that. “Uh, no, not-not exactly.” “But that's a…” Albert started. “Baby. Buck...?” My mom was suddenly standing behind me. “Is there something you need to tell us? You're gonna be an uncle again!” My mom shouted as she jumped to conclusions. “Phillip! Maddie and Howard are gonna have another baby!” My mom yelled as she went to hug Chimney. “What?” Chim asked, confused. “That's fantastic! I had a feeling when you bought this house.” My dad replied. “I mean, it's a little soon to be pregnant again, but... Why not?!” Mom said. “This is very good news, Howard. Why didn't you tell us sooner? “ Chimney’s stepmom asked. “Uh, guys... Guys, we're... not pregnant.” He said. “You're not?” Mom asked. “No.” “Then who is?” Mom asked as she turned to me. “That’s what I was trying to say. Y/n is pregnant again. It’s a girl.” “You and Y/n are having another baby?” My dad asked. “No, mom is having a baby with Eddie.” Throughout all the confusion, everyone forgot Alex was sitting at the table on her tablet. “But, they're not together anymore so we're living with dad.” “Okay, let’s not deepdive into it. Give your mom some privacy.” When we got home it was time for a talk about privacy. “So Y/n and living with you while she’s pregnant with another man’s baby?” My dad asked. “And you’re going to help raise the baby?” “It's not like that. We’re not together, I’m just helping her while she figures a few things out. Also, if she wants of course I’ll help raise the baby but we haven’t thought that far ahead. We’re taking things day-by-day.” The way everyone except Maddie, Chimney, and Alex were looking at me I could tell they had a lot to say. “I think it's…” My mom started. “Here we go. “ I knew I was about to get an earful. “Great.” She finished. That shocked me. “Uh, yeah?” “You’re a wonderful father to Alex and I know if you need to be you’ll be a wonderful father to this little girl as well.” Dad replied. “Not only are you a good father but you’re a good man.” My mom said as she stepped towards me for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her. “Here. Dad, you want to see?” I said showing him the sonogram “Oh, absolutely.”  He said as he took the phone from me. “Phillip. You are going to allow this?” Howie’s dad asked. “It's not really for me to allow.” Dad replied. “A man cannot raise a child fathered by another man, it's unnatural.” Howie’s father reiterated. “Says the expert in child-rearing, huh? I would think you would relate to Buck's decision. Father them and let someone else raise them.” “Howie.” Albert explained. “Whoa, Chim. It's-it's okay.” I said. “A man who cannot control his family is not a man.” Howie’s dad added to already building tension. “Maybe a man who's too controlling forces his sons to hide from him in another country.” My dad fired back. “Okay, easy. Come on, Dad.” I said. “Children need to learn that actions have consequences.” “I'm sorry, but how is any of this your business?” my mom asked Howie’s dad. “He did announce it to everyone.” Albert’s mom said. ‘Well, that wasn't exactly my choice.” I said, making it clear. “It was a bad choice.” “My dad helping out my mom wasn’t a bad choice, you’re just mean.” Alex called out. “Alex. Honey, you can not talk to adults like that.” “See this is exactly what I am talking about. Your child has no manners and you plan to raise another?” “Oh, that's rich.” My dad replied yet again, kicking everything off. Everyone started to argue until due to a storm the lights went out.   “Buck, grab some candles, we got the doors”. Howie called me. As mom played with Jee and Alex, Maddie and I talked. “I think maybe Albert was right.” I said to Maddie. “Oh, I wouldn't say that out loud.” “Ever think about what it might've been like...?” “What?” “If Daniel had lived.” I asked her. “Yeah, sometimes.” “You?” Just then the lights came back on and everyone was relieved. “I think it would've been just like this.” Y/n’s POV (Think of this happening at the same time as Buck’s) I was sitting on the couch after cleaning when I heard a knock on the door. “Did you forget your key or something Buck?” I swung open the door and there stood Eddie. I crossed my arms and clenched my fists tight. The nerve he had to show up here. “What are you doing here Eddie?” “I’m here to talk to you. You haven’t spoken to me in a month. At least not without a third party being involved. I haven’t gone to any of your appointments since then.” “You barely went before so what’s the difference?” “Y/n, how long are we going to do this? Huh? Are we gonna be those parents that drag their kids through hell?” “Don’t do that. I can’t do this right now.” “So when are we going to do this? Talk things out?” “I don’t know Eddie. It’s only been a month.” “We need to talk about this.” “No. I need time. Time away from you. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to talk to you.” I went to shut the door on Eddie but he put his hand there to stop it. “I miss you Y/n. Christopher missed you.” “I miss Christopher too. He’s more than welcome over here, because you’re pissed with Buck you won’t let him over here.” Eddie was quiet. “Eddie, I want to move forward but I need to do it at my own pace. The way you’re behaving isn’t helping.  I mean I feel like you aren’t even sorry.” “I am sorry. I will always be sorry for what I did. Not only because I hurt you but because I destroyed everything we built when I did it. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “I hear you Eddie I do, but I still need time. Okay?” “Alright. I’ll go. I love you y/n.” I still loved Eddie but I didn’t know if I was in love with him anymore. “Goodbye, Eddie.” Time went on and eventually Buck came home. “Hey, where’s Alex?” “She’s spending the night at Maddie and Chim’s house.” “I thought the house wasn’t done and what clothes is she going to wear?” “Our daughter is a sneaky one. She put her clothes in my truck along with a sleeping bag. How am I supposed to say no to that?” “I’m sure it’s really easy but she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” “Yeah, she does.” Buck came and sat down beside me on the couch. “So it’s just the two of us tonight, what are we doing? “I was thinking of doing something a little risky…” “Oh really?” “Oh yeah.” “How risky we talking?” “Oh you know, I’m gonna change and slip into something a little more comfortable, and then…” “Then what?” “We’re gonna eat so much ice cream our guts explode and watch trashy reality tv.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Buck said. We’d always had that joking relationship that could be borderline sexual but now that we actually live together the sexual part was definitely a no-no. “I’ll be back.” I went upstairs to change. “What kind of ice cream we doing tonight, Rocky road or fudge?” “Ooh, let’s do a rocky road tonight.” I started to change when I felt a warm sensation in my pants. I looked down at my now ruined pants and noticed blood. I carefully rushed down the stairs. Buck was facing away from me but heard me come down the stairs. “You changed already, that was fast.” He turned around and saw my expression. “What’s the matter?” “I’m bleeding.” I could tell Buck wasn’t catching on to what I was saying. “Like down there.” Buck became a panicked nervous mess. “Oh my god! Okay. Let me grab my shoes and my keys and we’ll throw you in the car.” Before I could say anything he darted off. He looked around the front door and then made his way into the living room. “Where are my shoes? Where are my keys?” “Buck calm down. Your keys are on the hook and your shoes are in the room. I’m gonna put on a pad and change, while I’m doing that, call Dr.Manning.” “Alright.” I went into the room changed and put on a pad in case of more bleeding. When I came back down, Buck was waiting on me. “Dr.Manning is going to meet us at the hospital.” “Okay.” We made our way downstairs and got into the car when I realized I forgot to call Eddie. I went to reach my phone and couldn’t find it. “Buck, can you call Eddie? I left my phone inside the loft.” “Yeah of course.” Buck called Eddie but it went straight to voicemail. “Hey Eddie, I’m taking Y/n to the hospital to see Dr.Manning. Call me back when you get this,” He hung up and turned towards me. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?” “No, I'm doing okay, just the bleeding.” I was trying to keep a leveled head but my mind was racing. It was going to places I didn’t want it to go. “You know when I was pregnant with Alex I had a scare kind of like this. I was in the hospital for 2 days. They said her heart rate was low and there was a chance I could lose her. What if I lose this baby Buck?” My tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. Buck grabbed my hand and caressed it.“Don’t think like that. We’re going to see Dr.Manning and she’s going to tell us that that beautiful baby girl of yours is okay and whatever is happening is probably normal, okay?” “Okay. Thanks Buck.” “Of course.” He said as he kissed my hand. Buck and I arrived at the hospital where Dr.Manning was waiting. She ushered us into the ultrasound room and began to take a sonogram. “Okay, let’s take a look.” She moved the wand around and I saw how she squinted at the screen. “Here’s the baby right here. Let’s hear this heartbeat.” She moved over and I heard her heartbeat. It sounded good or at least I think. “That’s a strong and healthy heart beat right there.” I let out a relieved breath. She moved the wand around more until she stopped at this big blob. “Okay, here’s the problem. You’re suffering from Placenta previa. It’s when the placenta completely or partially covers the opening of the uterus. How bad was the bleeding?” “If I was on my period I would say it’s a light flow.” “And are you still bleeding now.” “No, I don't feel anything.” “I’m gonna keep you here for the rest of the night and monitor everything. In the morning I’ll let you know whether or not you’ll be discharged. Let me just say since it’s your second child it’s more than likely gonna resolve itself. What’s your birthing plan?” “I planned on doing a vaginal birth.” “Okay. We’re going to do more appointments than usual and if this resolves itself we can go ahead with that plan. If not we’re going to have to do a c-section delivery. Okay?” “Alright.” “Dad is more than welcome to stay if he would like. I’m going to make sure a room is prepared and ready for you. Let me know if you need anything.” I didn’t feel like correcting her about Buck in any way. “Okay.” She departed the room and Buck and I sat there almost as if we were waiting on the other person to say something first.” “Do you want me to stay with you?” Buck said, breaking the silence. “Only if you’d like to.” “Of course I would. Do you want me to go home and get anything?” “No I’m okay. It’s just for the night right?” “Right.” Soon a nurse came and brought us to the room we would be staying in for the night and we got comfortable. Sometime throughout the night the anxiety left me and before I knew it I was asleep. I was awoken by a nurse and Dr. Manning coming in. Buck was already awake. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. Just nervous to be honest.” “Well I have good news, we found nothing concerning while monitoring you over night so that means you can go home. We’ll be having more frequent visits but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” “That’s great thanks doc.” Buck replied. “Just doing my job, but this does mean a few things. No moderate or strenuous exercise, heavy lifting, standing for long periods of time and sadly no sexual intercourse or sexual activity that could lead to orgasm. At least until the baby is born.” I wanted to dig a hole so deep and crawl in it. “Any followup questions?” “Nope, I’m good. You got any, Y/n?” Buck replied with a grin. “She’s covered everything. Thanks, we’ll be out of your hair now.” Dr. Manning said her goodbyes to us, leaving alone to brew in the awkwardness. “No sex until the baby gets here. Well I guess there’s no point in you living with me anymore.” I believe that was Buck’s bad attempt at a joke. “Haha, so funny. Besides it’s mostly if the issue doesn’t resolve itself I think.” I don’t know why I answered like it was a serious possibility. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.” I quickly made my way out of the room in order to avoid talking about this any further.

[erwinscrybaby]

𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡, 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

levi ackerman x fem!reader. nsfw. power play, kind of roleplay, maid outfit, brat taming, dom!levi, housewife!reader, teasing, unusual punishment, fingering, oral (m receives), ass play, use of a butt plug, penetration, clothed sex all for part ii.

note: it's long, got too excited and there's no smut yet so i'm sorry hzhah i hope you like it!! & reblogs are appreciated :p i'll try to write the second asap cause i got a sad writers block >:)

3.086 words. for the kinkmas collab by @chikaiomoi <3

As Levi Ackerman’s wife, you had a single—not meaning it was easy—task. Being the housewife.

You, the woman he had chosen to marry, have a good list of qualities he appreciates, loves and flaws he do not despise at all. Good manners, caring, a compatible mood to his usual cranky face. Gorgeous, an amazing body, velvet lips that could drive crazy even the most controlled Levi. Patient, understands him whenever he needs space, takes care of him when he’s about to collapse in so much paperwork.

In fact, the woman he never actually dreamt about, but fell in his life as a gift from God, or something like this. He could never deny such a blessing.

Because, beyond all the qualities he’s seen during your years living together, Levi would never dismiss the qualities he likes the most about every single person. Just like him, you’re cleanand perfectionist. The good amount—never obsessed, but also never sloppy; looking for the best of you whilst doing your tasks yet not getting frustrated and angry with yourself because it isn’t as flawless as expected.

Fulfilling the expectations he had on you, you’ve never given in to the laziness feeling and let the house tasks for later. Early in the morning, the breakfast is being cooked as Levi takes a shower; his lunch is also packed when he’s leaving to the headquarters. By the time he gets home again, the dinner is almost ready—you don’t finish a few things so when the both of you finally sit down to eat, the food is still warm and tasty.

Not to say about the house—from Sunday to Monday, it has not even a single thing out of its place. Bed is organized, wardrobe smells like the floral fabric softener you use, his uniform, dirty from the previous day, is already ironed and put on a hook. Dishes are never in mountains on the kitchen’s sink; the sofa’s pillows are all arranged. It’s a pleasurable sight when Levi opens the door of his house, tired of the long day, and sees the rooms all neat, the only mess being your endless books, notebooks and colored pens on the small corner table in the living room.

And, making him even happier, when Levi walks towards his room, he can see the average room the both of you choose to be the miscellaneous part of your home. His art and photography frames are never less than rigidly put side by side, following the alphabetic order of the author’s last names; his small winery has his bottles arranged by decades and Safra.

Thus, it is a genuine surprise for him when he opens the mahogany door of his well-designed apartment and sees the uncommon scene of nothing else but books and paper sheets all over the sofa, socks on the carpet and… is this one of his favorite beverages on the center table?

Levi takes a deep breath before stepping inside his place. You do not jump out of nowhere to greet him nor is close for him to see, and a small warning sign starts to sound in his brain. As he walks, he catches the pair of socks, rearranges a few books that don’t look exactly interesting for him and brings the wine bottle with him.

As Levi continues, in order to put at least his precious cabernet sauvignon back into its place, he still listen nothing coming from any other room. Not even a trace of you. Trying to keep it together, ignoring the annoyance growing, he tells to himself you must be sick, too tired to clean the house today. It happens sometimes; you’re not a machine after all. Added to your ridiculous habit of not telling him whenever you’re feeling back if he doesn’t push you, that must be the probable answer for this.

No more mysteries, he thinks. Perhaps you’re just taking a nap to help the pain.

Then he opens the miscellaneous room and the true answer is right under his nose.

Levi should have known better than think it isn’t any of your jokes.

Sick, yeah. Chances are you got the brat’s disease. No, it’s always there, inside you. It just found today a good moment for you to put all of his frames upside down, in an order he did not put. The brat inside you took control of his pretty and well-mannered wife and also replaced his Porto wines by merlot or sauvignon blanc ones. On the floor, a strange combination of objects—a teddy bear you use for decoration, headphones and a butt plug Levi have not heard about yet.

Mess did make him a visit through you, uh?

Yet every cell of his body can’t wait for him to put you to rearrange every single shit of his damn room, priorities exists and one of them is to talk to you, discover what happened.

Is he being a bad husband? Is he being mean to you; not giving what pleases you just like he promised when you said you’d prefer to stay at home and don’t work to be his perfect maid? Why is he being punished with such a clutter right when everything he wants is to get home and appreciate and reward you for your great job?

Does he deserve it?

When Levi gets to the bedroom, it’s hard to keep for him a sharp commentary. He knows if you’re sensitive you might get hurt by his words and he does not want this, regardless the anger he feels as he stares at the room that could easily pass by a hurricane victim.

And, contrasting with the mess every fucking where, there is your silhouette. An angelical scene, your body covered with a t-shirt, shorts as you lie down, calmly reading another book with shirtless men on the cover. As soon as you notice him, you look up, a grin on your lips instantly.

“Hi,” you shake your hand, closing the book. “Why do you have that angry face at me?

Levi forces himself to keep only his classical bored expression, not the pissed off one. You may have made him angry, but he’s not one to tell you or let you know. Instead, he enters the room and finds himself a place on the bed, between energy drink cans, orange peels and a map he didn’t remind of existing.

“Didn’t know tornados could hit a single apartment,” he answers, calmly, yet approaching from your body, dodging coloring books, crayons and pens to hold your waist, his grip tight enough to make you squirm and complain.

“Did you like it?” You shrug, your voice sounding like you’re talking about a silly thing. “Thought you’d like a change of ambient?”

“Sure you did,” Levi murmurs and, pushing away more colored pencils, a small copy of the Communist Manifesto and a Latin dictionary, he gets on top of you, between your legs. Kissing your neck slowly, he continues. “I’ll look for a new housekeeper tomorrow, and get you a job, since you’re not being an efficient wife anymore.”

He moves away just enough to see your face becoming an unsatisfied one. You lift your chin as you notice his gaze, but the warmth on your cheeks is not as confident as you try to look when you tsk, placing your hands on his nape.

“Try to look for,” you mumble, rolling your eyes just like an annoyed teenager would do. “Stop complaining; I was planning to fix everything up and you can rest while I organize.”

Levi put his fingers between your hair locks, pulling it until you’re face the ceiling. You bit your lips, kind of nervous, as he comes closer, nose touching yours and forehead leaning on yours. He truly hopes you can see how unpleased he is with your indifferent answer when mentioned he was going to replace you.

But he’s aware of it since the day if happened for the first time—a bratty wife like you cannot be tamed with threats. Then, making you pay for it is the best option.

“On your knees. Don’t disobey me once more,” Levi tells, staring at your irises deep, until your nonchalant smile is nothing but a grimace.

“Make me,” without missing a beat, you shake your head.

A challenge he accepts with pleasure. Levi surely will make you kneel in front of him with no mercy, because it’s all about the power and control he has over you, being the house’s man; he’s your Sir as you’re only the maid he pays with a good place to live and how many orgasms do you want to get. It has much love between, but it would never interfere in the way you should be treated, especially when it comes to bad behavior.

As long as you’re behaving like a grown woman, Levi is treating you like a fucking queen. However if you decide it is acceptable to keep acting like a ridiculous bratty teen, he must treat you as you deserve. God (and you) knows how he can be harsh with his discipline lessons.

It all starts with you between the man’s legs and counting every mistake and ends with you babbling some words he can’t understand properly—whether it’s because he’s fucking you dumb or not fucking you, it’s up to his mood.

“Want me to put a fucking gag for you to stop talking bullshit?” Levi suggests, his fingers around your jaw, firm as his voice. You difficultly shake your head and he pushes, all of sudden, three of his fingers inside your parted lips, where your tongue poked out.

You don’t move your tongue. His knuckles go until the fingertips are touching your throat, making you almost choke, but you refuse to do anything else. Levi sighs, impatient, and you raise your eyebrows like you’re smiling.

“If you want me to suck you must ask for it,” you tease, every word sounding stupid because of your muffled voice.

Fortunately, he understands very well. Putting aside the mountain of dirt you’d placed on your bed to the floor, Levi gets on his feet again. You yell while he pulls you together until you’re on his shoulder, being carried like a sack of potatoes. Fingers hit his back, but doesn’t make effect. Soon you’re sitting on the floor, full of broken crayons and random objects hurting your thighs and ass.

Levi feels satisfaction with your unbothered expression and sits on the bed. You’re pretty in his basic black t-shirt, black shorts that hide nothing of your pretty wet pussy—who needs to use the panties husband buys you, uh? Not even a little intimidated by his hard ways to make you do what he wants, you amaze the man with your endless stubbornness. Despite his wish to continue rough on you, the way you’re unconcernedly putting crayons aside as he stares at you makes him want to go a little easier. He wouldn’t give in to this feeling, though. The wines in a mess are enough to have him convict to apply your punishment.

You cross your legs and look up.

“I suppose you had fun while messing up with my portraits and wines, hadn’t you?” Levi inquires, but there’s no time for you to answer. “I want you to list the artist’s surnames in the order they were. If you can’t, I want the year of all my Porto and merlots.”

Your soft smile disappears. And his smirk grows up. The perfect balance, it must be. A silence persists as you breathe in and out like nothing’s happening. Levi also crosses his legs, arms behind his back to support his weight, waiting for any answer from your pretty lips. When he doesn’t receive any, he repeats what he wants to hear.

“Don’t know any. Memory is weak,” is your only argument, and Levi nods.

“I see.”

“Do you know? The dates,” you ask, sounding awkwardly sincere for the whole situation.

“Yes,” he says, but doesn’t say further. Instead, he put his elbows on his knees and interlaces his fingers together. “Pick your punishment then, bratty maid. Options are very good. Once you choose, there’s no coming back.”

You nod and he continues, watching your chest up and down a little faster. Too easy to have you nervous, fuck. But what can he do? Your face is so cute when you’re trying to hide that you’re scared of all the possibilities he may offer you. Lucky you, he’s not in the mood to be extra sadistic.

“You can say the years and the artists. You can walk there and say every single year of my wines in roman numbers,” Levi starts. “Or you can just put yourself on your knees and beg until God feels pity on your humiliation. What do you want?”

Levi knew lots about your flaws before marrying you. None of them were exactly a problem for him, since you’re able to control your feelings very well, but your massive pride surely is an exception. He has never met such a proud woman and, as he forced himself to be the altruistic of the relationship through the years, it is clear that if it wasn’t for his efforts, your marriage would not last.

Yet an annoying trait of yours, it could be interesting in situations like the one he’s put you now: the man is absolutely aware of your hate on roman numbers, especially if they are larger than a hundred. You cannot remember not even the artist’s name of the last portrait he bought last week. In theory, Levi offered you three options, but two of them are cruel and useless. You’re against the wall—you’ll have to swallow your pride down, get on your knees and make sure you’re crying in apologizes because of your mess.

Levi also knows you’re not doing it at all. The times he tried to, you and your smart tongue found out another exit that truly had a meaning, so he couldn’t just ignore your proposal. It is quite funny to bet with himself what will be your excuse now.

The man is not allowing you to write down lines at least fourty five times. You can’t convince him taking your clothes off and saying you’ll take the punishment in physical pain—you enjoyed too much. God, he wouldn’t even allow you to kneel down on Lego’s pieces until he feels bad about your shaking legs like the last time.

Small things do not work with him and his mind is limited now—despite his wish, he cannot thing like the strategist he is—, for him there’s no way out for you.

Finally, Levi is getting to see your face in tears as you beg for mercy. Fuck, how long he waited for it?

“What is it?”

“May I say my suggestion, Sir?” You raise your hand quickly and Levi sighs.

How the fuck do you do it? You must hate the idea of kneeling to him other than to suck him off and despair makes your brain work, since there’s no damn way you could have thought about a way to get rid of the humiliation in less than two minutes.

Unless you already thought about it alone, doing your stupid mess. Sometimes, having a smart wife sucks.

“Hell, no,” Levi dismisses with a hand move. “Do what I have said, I plan to finish as soon as possible to bring you to fix my room.”

Levi watches you struggling to spit the word you know will allow you to speak.

“Please, Sir” you finally say. According to the expected, your voice tone changed to a softer one, almost cute.

It’s always like this. When you can’t beat him at first, you slow down and start again when he’s not waiting. Mind does work hard to read your next moves, as do yours. Using of all you have in store definitely has Levi proud of his choice—you’re intelligent, sharp and cunning. Moments like this are mind games he appreciates a lot, even more when reminding other’s lives aren’t bet.

Your eyes are curiously waiting for his permission. But, seeing Levi with arms crossed and an unsatisfied expression, you conclude it doesn’t seem to be close. So you try to catch his attention by revealing what you planned to say only after resolving this.

“The maid uniform is inside the wardrobe,” you start, and he raises a brow. Shrugging, you continue as if it’s nothing. “I also bought a collar with leash, so you can guide me to clean every centimeter of our house in the way you prefer.”

“You talk too much,” Levi murmurs, annoyed.

Annoyed not with you, obviously. With himself and how easily he fell into your trap—the man should have known the single thing you did not mess inside your bedroom was the big box with the pretty uniform that had his dick hard with the idea of fucking you dumb in it. Or you on his feet, cleaning his shoes after giving him a kiss and his lunch. Even better—you cleaning and putting his bottles of alcohol in their right places as you squirm with a tiny vibrator inside your cunt, fighting to remember the XIX century starts in 1800’s, not 1900’s.

It’s adorable how you get so dumb with a pair of fingers or some silicon buried into your folds.

Levi doesn’t move a muscle to hide the growing bulge between his legs and you notice it, internally claiming your victory as he stands up and brings closer the box.

He throws the uniform on you, with no extra care.

“Wear and find me on the room you fucked up,” you see him looking for something in the drawer you usually put your panties. A commentary you make has him angrily staring at you, red cheeks. “Don’t want to hear your voice again. Come in silence.”

After getting the lube he was looking for, he leaves and you remain alone in the bedroom, listening to your own breath and smiling with excitement. As soon as you put on the black and white uniform, adjusting the tie, you look at yourself on the mirror. You hold the collar and the leash in one hand, the other is on your waist. Your legs are covered by thin fabric stockings and you wear nothing on your feet. Your eyes shine, eager for what Levi’s going to do with you.

[fairestwriting]

Hello 👉👈

May I request some domestic hc for the Savanaclaw boys? Thank you!

assuming this is meant to be like domesticity in a romantic relationship?? so sorry if i got it wrong or something >_<

Leona Kingscholar

You saw that one coming, but -- Yeah, he’s still lazy when sharing a space with you. Napping all the time, on the bed, on the couch, you saw him on the floor that one time... and now there’s the addition that sometimes he’ll drag you to sleep with him, holding you like a teddy bear. His grip is strong and you can’t escape, also.

Comes up behind you when you’re cooking to hug you and rest his head on your shoulder, asking you what you’re making. He stays even after you tell him, and that’s how you know he’s actually just feeling cuddly now.

Living with Leona is a lot like just owning a cat. He’ll sleep and bug you for food, you’ll nag him for forgetting to do his chores, probably, but in the end, you’ll lay together on your bed and talk about nothing in particular, or maybe just everything at the same time, just for the sake of being near each other.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie keeps his workaholic habits even if he’s gotten into a better financial situation, so he isn’t home all that often, but when he is, you bet he’s happily cuddled up in your arms.

When he can, he makes breakfast for you both. Trying out different recipes too, pancakes, waffles, you name it! He’s usually up earlier, and he loves the sleepy smile you get when you walk into the kitchen and smell the good food.

He gets playful often, so even things like going grocery shopping with him can be fun. When he’s with you, Ruggie is all smiles and jokes, poking fun at anything and everything. He’s the type to dance with you on the kitchen late at night and make so many inside jokes that when others listen to you talking, it’s like you’re using cipher.

Jack Howl

He’s a bit of an “archetypal housewife” type, and it’s not even intentional. While he’s probably also working outside the house, he takes it upon himself to take care of you both, cooking and doing chores to the best of his ability, though he’s very particular about dividing tasks -- You’ll both be doing equal measures of work.

Jack gets so many plants, your place looks like a greenhouse. He checks up on them every morning, as early as dawn, to give them whatever care they specifically need that day. Sometimes, if you wake up that early, you’ll see him smiling softly and maybe even talking or humming as he waters them.

He’s rather into all the stereotypical romantic domestic stuff, so whenever he can, at least every weekend, he’ll cook dinner for both of you, maybe light some candles to get a nice mood going, so you can unwind together from the week you’ve had.

if you wanna support my work, you can buy me a ko-fi or commission me!

[harrypotter-imaginess]

A/N: This was a request by @fiiiinewine . Mentions of charector death for Hogwarts Mystery and canon. It’s a little angsty, but overall it’s pretty good. Takes place maybe 1-3 years after the seventh book. Hope you like it!

- Molly wraps you up in a warm hug the second she opens the door.

- “Mum I’m here too.” Charlie adds, and she just shushes him.

- She pats him on the shoulder before leading you both inside. The house is completely spotless. Which you don’t doubt is because Molly’s been tirelessly cleaning.

- “Anything to eat dear? Must have been a long journey.”

- And before you can even answer she grabs both of your arms and gives a tender squeeze.

- “Thin as bones,” she mutters. “What are they feeding you in Romania? Broth?”

- “I mean, yeah, there’s always soup.”

- And she clicks her tongue.

- “Soup isn’t proper food dear, it isn’t even proper food before a meal.”

- You laugh and assure her that you’re eating enough and everything is fine.

- “What about me Mum, I eat the same things as (Y/N) does.” Charlie mocks hurt at the lack of attention.

- Molly just rolls her eyes.

- “You’ll be fine, you and Bill once “went camping” with pack of biscuits for a week and came back even plumper then you were when you left.”

- Charlie just rolls his eyes and takes your bags up the stairs. And you go with Molly to the kitchen.

- “Molly do you need help with anything?” Long have the days gone where you call her Mrs. Weasley and she tells you “Call me Molly!”

- “Oh please, call me Mom, you and Charlie have been together long enough.” She says with a wave of her hand and you almost laugh. Somethings don’t change.

- You stand beside her in the small kitchen measuring ingredients for for cookies.

- “So when are you and Charlie thinking of giving me some grandchildren?” She’ll ask, and you stutter to a stop, nearly dropping the measuring cup as you do.

- “I-I think you should ask Bill and Fleur that first shouldn’t you?”

- “Just because he’s the oldest?” She asks, a corner of her mouth quirking up.

- “Well, also because they’re married.” And she scoffs.

- “It’s the 21st century (Y/N), marriage doesn’t mean what it used to.” She shrugs, taking the measuring cup full of flour you’ve extended towards her.

- You never thought that Molly Weasley would have such progressive views. She’s been a fairly traditional homemaker and housewife for much of her adult life.

- “Besides Bill has shifted back to Egypt to work on his curses, not a stable environment for a child right now.” You smile, also too far away for Molly to go visit everyday.

- “Well you’ve always got Percy.” You day with a chuckle, earning a scoff from her.

- “With the formality between those two it’ll be years before I even see them hold hands, let alone a baby.”

- And you both laugh at that.

- Before she can talk more about marriage or babies or any other topic you are completely unprepared for, Charlie comes bumbling through the door.

- “Making cookies?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, pulling out a spoon from the drawer before dipping it into the mixing bowl.

- “Without me? Your beloved son who loves baking more than anything in the world?” He smirks as his mother hits him with a wooden spoon lightly, taking a bite of raw sugar cookie dough.

- “What can I do, you love helping so much you always polish it off before I can even bake it.” Her words are stern, but you can see the cheerful twinkle in her eyes.

- She hits him again with the spoon and he laughs.

- “Well I’ll have to take over for (Y/N), Dad’s outside ecstatic that they’re here.”

- You nod, a grin spreading across your face. You’ve been expecting to talk to him about muggles ever since you arrived.

- You pull of your apron, and hand it to Charlie, exchanging a warm look as you do.

- You vaguely hear: “It’s like they’re already part of the family” and you feel a smile spread across your face.

- Arthur is in the living room, scanning a newspaper. And he smiles wide when he see’s you.

- He stands and envelops you in a warm hug, and you note how he smells like old books and honeysuckle.

- “So good to see you, how’ve you been?”

- And you tell him that you’re doing well. That life in Romania is good, that Charlie seems happy. And he smiles.

- “So when are you two planning on getting married.” And you practically choke on your tea.

- “You know your wife just asked me a similar question in the kitchen.” You laugh, but feel a hear creeping up your neck.

- “Oh she’s my wife and no one to you?” He jokes. “That’s your future mother-in- law you know.”

- You can’t help but laugh.

- Charlie’s in the kitchen, rolling the cookie dough out, sprinkling some more flour on top.

- “Are we the first ones here?” He asks, and Molly nods.

- “Ginny, Harry and George will be here tonight, Ron and Percy will be here tomorrow.” She waves her wand, and the rolling pin begins to move on his own.

- “Spent too long in Romania, you’ve forgotten you can use magic.” She chuckles, and Charlie laughs as well as he blushes.

- “(Y/N) always does it by hand so I didn’t realize.” He murmurs, and Molly smiles.

- Charlie’s freckled face is practically glowing red, his dark red hair cut clean, his beard well trimmed. He looks good.

- “You know, (Y/N) would make someone a fine (Daughter/Son) in law.” And Charlie has to stifle the urge to roll his eyes.

- “They don’t want to get married yet Mum.” He mumbles, grabbing a cookie cutter to press shapes into the dough.

- Molly Weasley’s mouth purses into a long straight line.

- “They don’t want to get married yet, or you don’t?” It’s a pointed question, but her tone is soft.

- A long moment of silence falls between them.

- “They feel strange getting married without Jacob or their parents being there.” Charlie finally breaks the silence.

- “And I feel strange getting married without Fred being there too.” This part leaves much softer, and Molly’s mouth begins to relax into small smile.

- “I suppose I should just be glad Bill had the common sense to get married before.” And Charlie almost scoffs.

- “Is that what we’re calling it? Because at the time I remember seeing you tangled in Christmas lights, muttering “the things you do for love””

- Molly lightly shoves her son and they both laugh.

- When the others arrive is when the fun really starts.

- Warm hugs are passed all around.

- Ginny practically squeals when she see’s you.

- “You’ve gotten so thin! And your hair is so shiny!” She looks at you with wide eyes, expecting to divulge all your secrets but you just shrug.

- “Air in Romania is very clean.” Is the best you can offer.

- Harry offers a polite hug, and George practically wrestles you into a headlock with his bear hug.

- “I’ve got some Products I need your advice on!” He says with a big grin, and you smile back.

- “We’ll stay up after they’ve all gone to bed” You nod.

- There’s hot cocoa, and games of wizard chess, jokes and laughter.

- And you smile when Charlie grabs your hand and gives a tight squeeze.

- You and Charlie are split up when the sleeping arrangements are being made. He’s taken away by a grumbling George, who’s wrapped his arms around his shoulders

- “(Y/N) would be better but you’ll have to test out some new products I’m working on.”

- You and Ginny share her room, sleeping side by side on the bed.

- “Are you and Charlie ever going to get married?” She asks, and you can’t help but let out a groan.

- “Oh not you too!”

- She props up on an elbow

- “It’s a serious question you know, how long have you been dating anyway?”

- And you have to use your fingers to count the years.

- “Hmm eight? No maybe nine.” And Ginny huffs

- “Don’t you think that’s long enough?”

- You sigh, Ginny’s so much younger then you. She may not understand.

- “Well for a few years we were long distance you know.” You tell her, through the dark room you can make out one of her bright red eyebrows raised.

- You sigh again. Might as well be honest.

- “For a while we actually were thinking about it.” You admit, and even through the dark you can see her perk up. “But then-“ you have to still your breath.

- “But then Jacob passed away,” you finally manage, and the words don’t hurt like they used to. “And then my parents,” And this doesn’t seem to hurt as much either. “And then Fred.” You whisper. This one, this wound is still fresh. And you know it’s fresh for her too.

- She doesn’t say anything back.

- Her hand tangles in your own and gives it a firm squeeze.

- The silence is only broken when she says:

- “So no nieces or nephews either then? You don’t need to be married to have kids you know.”

- They really are family

- You just roll your eyes.

- “Maybe we’ll bring home a dragon or something. Molly can knit it a sweater and everything.”

- The next day starts late and lazy, all gathered around the table having a simple breakfast of toast and fruit, glasses of juice and coffee traded along the table.

- You practically run towards him when Bill comes home.

- “You smell like a tomb.” You tel him and he grins.

- “Better than when we were in the cursed vaults at least.” He grins back.

- Fleur kisses both your cheeks and you giggle.

- “‘Ow ‘as Romania been?” She asks, squeezing your arms. “You ‘ave lost weight, yes?”

- Everyone in this family,

- you suppress a giggle as she moves to Charlie. His perplexed expression as she kisses each of his cheeks as well.

- “You know Bill, I still don’t get how you pulled that one off.”

- “Neither do I.” He admits.

- Percy arrives last with Ron, and gives you an awkward hug. Ron giving you a slightly warmer hug, blushing and asking you about the cursed vaults.

- You all stay up until midnight, reminiscing about your days at school. Sharing mugs of tea and cocoa, smiling and joking.

- You exchange gifts at midnight. You get another sweater from Molly, but you don’t miss the way she snatches the significantly smaller sweater she knitted with “W” on it, out of the bag before you notice.

- You give Arthur a stack of muggle encyclopedias , and a warm coat from Romania

- George gives you a bag full of candy and several “Weasley’s Fire Crackers”

- You give him a bag full of Romanian prank shop goods.

- “Hey Charlie what does this say?”

- “I donno mate, but if you use it you’ll find out yeah?”

- You give Ginny a chic overcoat she can wear for colder days on the quidditch pitch.

- “How come this says it’s from you and Charlie?” She asks, and you shrug.

- “Charlie just put his name on it after you got it didn’t he?”

- “Yeah, pretty much.”

- You give Percy a first edition copy of his favorite book, and almost smile when you see his expression. He almost reminds you of the boy you knew in school.

- Ron gets a quidditch jersey, and you give Harry an enchanted pen.

- “A pen?” He asks, he’s not complaining. It’s a nice pen, he’s gotten quite tired of the quills these days.

- “An enchanted pen, you need a strand of hair from someone. And wherever you write on your body, will show up in the same spot on them.”

- “So you know, if you and Ginny are ever apart, you can always send her a message.”

- You did it more for Ginny then for him really. You remember the thrill you felt when you first saw Charlie’s chicken scratch handwriting on your arm after being apart for months.

- Bill gives you an enchanted mirror from Egypt, so you can see whatever it is you want to look at.

- “Let’s be honest Bill, this is really more for Charlie so he can look at the Dragons in the middle of the night without waking me.”

- “It’s for you too, now you won’t have to get up and go with him”

- Fleur give you French perfume and hand cream.

- “Something you ‘vil actually use.”

- You laugh and smile, and grin as you exchange gifts and try them on. Tease each other and blow up fireworks in the backyard.

- It’s only at three in the morning, when everyone else is snug in bed, that you tip toe out of bed. Careful not to wake Ginny.

- Charlie’s already waiting for you downstairs, his eyes bloodshot as he takes a sip of Father’s fire whisky.

- “How is it, that even though we are in the same house, I feel like I’ve seen you for about thirty minutes in the past two days.” He mumbles, his face in your hair, letting out a deep sigh as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

- You settle beside him, your head on his shoulder.

- “Maybe I’d spend more time with you if you actually got me a Christmas present.” You smile teasingly as you rest your chin on his chest, gazing up to look at him.

- You feel his hand tangle with yours, his hands playing with your fingers.

- “I thought you said no gifts this year?” He grins back teasingly, but his eyes are focused on your hand.

- “Well we kinda broke the bank with everyone else’s.” You chuckle, and take a deep breath, taking in his scent.

- Even after all these years he still smells like honeysuckle and grass. He smells like home.

- You shut your eyes, taking in his scent and his warmth. Nearly humming in pleasure. When you feel something cold and hard touch the tip of your ring finger.

- Your eyes open, as you feel it slide down to the base of you finger, where your finger and palm meet.

- you glance down to see a rather remarkable diamond ring sparkling on your finger.

- Charlie holds you close, one arm around your shoulders, while the other hand rests over yours.

- “So what do you say? I feel like we’ve been married for a while now really, why don’t we make it official.”

- You just smile.

[koushisatori]

I’m not telling, that I’m hurting

matsukawa x f!reader

genre: a slight bit of angst, and then a slight bit of fluff

warnings: hm, maybe the slightly suggestive last sentence <3

word count: 5.8k

note: pls accept my ugly baby, my brain fried itself writing it  (09.12. finally beta’ed my ugly baby hehe)

remember how I said Kuroo is a chill boyfriend and is quick to show that he dislikes something, openly seething and brooding?

Mattsun is even more laid-back in general, there's probably a picture of him next to the word in the dictionary

BUT he also hides it super well when he doesn’t particularly like something

Like, you're probably not realizing that he’s upset or angry until he decides to be very, very obvious about it

and even if he can't hide it (bc it's not only one thing bothering him but more, extremely rare) he won't talk about it on his own

Which is not only exhausting for you but also straining on your relationship at those times

There are two different kinds of pissed though

It isn’t something he wears openly but he gets jealous pretty fast

you’re beautiful, smart, funny and friendly

you’re everything he wants in his significant other and he’d do anything for you, but he hates how there are truly people out there thinking they could be better for you and ask you out 

ofc they want a piece of your attention, he understands, it doesn't mean he that he can't hate it

Bc..maybe (and he would never admit it) he was a bit more insecure than he let on, hiding it under a perfectly trained appearance, all lazy smile, and sarcastic comments

this is his usual state of being pissed, and it’s exclusively reserved for and directed at others

After you officially became an item, it got better - it’s not hard to see that you two were a package deal match made in heaven

back to the day, you started dating:

you two weren’t yet a couple yet but you both were pretty obvious w your wants

There was that unspoken push and pull battle between you regarding who would give in first and ask the other out officially

That moment, you were standing next to Matsukawa holding his hand  which is amazing come on, his large hands engulfing yours is a blessing

(‘’Mattsunnn, my fingers are so cold, will you warm them up?’’ – ‘’That’s a lame attempt of an excuse, Y/N,’’ he had said while taking your hand anyway ‘’you could have that every day, you know, all you have to do is ask me first’’ – ‘’In your dreams, Issei ~’’ ) 

it didn’t stop that one guy from his class, so arrogant and sure of himself, from coming up to you, completely ignoring Matsukawa, and asking you out?? 

Mattsun did not like that AT ALL

If glares could kill, you’d have to visit your boyfriend in jail every week <3

you just gaped at the other, it was hard to believe that this guy was serious but…he waited for an answer

moments of staring were followed with you both simultaneously - he, hiding his annoyance with sarcasm, you mildly concerned for the others health - letting out a ''What the hell''

Before you could tell the other guy that you're not the slightest interested, Mattsun answered for you

''It's sooo cute of you to ask me, but I think it would be unfair of me to agree and just leave Y/N hanging like that…additionally, I only have one hand holding hand available and…'' he sighed deeply, lifting your still firmly intertwined fingers, his brown eyes boring into the other guys ''I have to hold her hand for her for…probably forever, so you're…a bit late.'' 

Letting him pull you away, you giggle ''You know you kind of declared us as offical, a couple, for everyone to hear.'' - ''I absolutely did not do such thing, I'm now simply eternally attached to you and your hand, that's a difference.''

You won that round nonetheless bc him telling the other off was THE gossip for the next week

Your best friend gave you the glorious idea to attend his game at the end of the week in his volleyball shirt but tease him a bit until then about wearing his friend's one 

''You know I should totally ask Tooru if he would lend me his jersey, just to make that jealous bitch in my class shut up and stop pestering me simply for actually knowing him.'', ''Have you seen Iwaizumi's biceps? Please tell me that you wouldn't totally support our strong ace…and maybe open a cult just for his arms. Let me drop all of my life duties real quick, I'm meant to be a good housewife.''; ''Taka-chan said he'd pay for my lunch the whole week if I'd come to your game showcasing his number, you wouldn't mind right?'' 

The thing that had happened and you riling him up all week ended with the other kind of anger which is the silent treatment, completed with a very cold shoulder (which is also, in all honest, his specialty)

him punishing you with silence the whole Thursday as well as Friday morning

He avoids being alone with you, answers messages as short as possible, spends his lunch starring at his food, and not making eye contact

(he's still watching you, just bc he is currently annoyed with you after deviling him so much, doesn't mean he stops wanting to kiss your pretty face until your lips are swollen and your cheeks dusted in pink and red)

The worst is that he KNOWS that you're teasing him but he can't help it okay, you found his achilles heel  </3

Anyways, of course, when the opposing team arrives and they warm-up, you want your…not boyfriend but close enough boy friend to stop moping around (Makki begged you: ''please do something, he won't clown the others or joke around with me, all he does is sulking'')

Even without Takahiro coming up though, you would have gone to him before the game but it just makes it more adorable and hilarious bc he is a bit dumb there, I mean?? The only hand you're holding (and love doing whenever possible) does not belong to either Makki, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, or anyone else for that matter

It wasn't an easy task to discreetly rob him off of his other tricot but you managed

So, while they were doing their warm-up drills you - with Hanamakis help - sneaked into the gym

wearing HIS number on your back and front, together with a pair of jeans that he had complimented on dates before (they make your backside look amazing and you can't tell me that he does not appreciate a nice ass)

After you teased him with the others for so long, he immediately perked up when Hanamaki playfully wolf-whistled at you from across the gym, adding an ''You look amazing, Y/N-chan. Wanna get some food later?'' 

(Makki and you - overdramatically calling each other Taka-chan & Y/N-chan whenever possible to mock Oikawa a bit as well - ended up being best friends. bonus: you both LOVE to irritate Mattsun every now and then since he really only looses some of his composure in relation to you)

glaring at his best friend, Matsukawa strode over to you and dragged you right out of the gym again

then, a few minutes of silence

him checking you out kind of hungrily, longingly (trying not to be obvious about it, too)

before you finally relent and pull him down, standing on your tiptoes

To flick his forehead with all the strength in your fingers :)

‘’The fuck, Y/N.’’

''You are a fucking morron, Issei, and you hopefully know that.'' you sigh, pressing your lips against the point your fingers had hit against to sooth it

Avoiding your gaze - hiding his excited blush - he answered with a noncommitting grunt and a shrug

''you better win this game, and warm up my hands right after, you let them turn to popsicles while not doing your job for nearly two days only bc you were petty''

The smile that now curled his lips while nodding was genuine

not the sarcastic one or the teasing smirk he wore usually for everyone to see

a small, very pleased, and very happy smile, one he offered rarely and only to you

After the game - and having to watch other people ogle your nicely hugged curves even with you wearing his shirt and yelling his name for at least 2/3 of the time - he swept you off of your feet by openly and rather dramatically kissing you all Disney-like (earning some gagging noises from his friends) and asking you out in the same over-the-top kind of way

Don't worry though, he usually only gets frisky 1. when you two are alone

2. when you both decide to annoy the others (but that's more of a show and lots of unnecessary nicknames and sounds - honestly please have some decency children are watching) 

and 3. when he becomes insecure jealous

You know if it's the jealousy burning in him

he's attempting to not show it to you

Yet his grip on your waist is a smidge stronger, his slightly amused expression a bit too tight, too strained to be natural, and he's uncooperative…more than usual

This specific thing happened, just now

 ''Mattsun…'' you murmur, struggling to turn around in his vice-like grip. 

You tried to loosen his arms around your waist a few times while ranting about the mathematical problem and the upcoming test you had, hoping he would offer you his help. To no avail. He probably didn't really realize that he was squeezing you to death or tuning you out. This is why you resorted to wiggling around in his hold until you were finally facing your huffy boyfriend. One of your hands on his biceps and your other playing with the hair in his neck in hopes to calm him down a bit.

''Who spat in your breakfast this morning, you're usually not that grumpy,'' you continue softly, your tone between teasing and worry. Even though you and Hanamaki enjoy riling him up you both always make sure to stay inside a certain limit. Nothing you couldn't solve with an apology, sweet kisses, and genuine assurances that it was nothing more than a joke. In the end, he is the only person that causes your heart to beat faster. The one you like…love. You knew that you loved him for some time now, the desire to have a perfect moment to announce it is the only thing keeping you from saying it out loud.

The shrug you receive wouldn't do it though. Him tending to let it consume him until he snaps is not good. Not for him, and for the relationship of the both of you as well. ''Issei, come on,..'' you gently prod, ''…tell me. Stop living up to your name and talk to me,''

There were a lot of reactions you expected. Another huff maybe, his usual 'Nothing' or even the true reason for his behavior. What you did not expect though was his annoyed groan and him nearly growling at you. ''Y/N, fucking leave it. Stop sticking your nose into my business. Don't you get that I don't want to talk?!''

For a second your breath hitches. The annoyance…slight anger in his voice startling you. ''Jesus fucking Christ, fine,'' you curse - now irritated yourself. It caught him off-guard enough due to its rareness of you cussing out loud. At least enough to push against his chest and free yourself off of his hold, successfully stopping him from just hiding his face away in your neck. ''If that’s what you want, fine. I'm sorry for worrying about you, Matsukawa.'' you say provokingly before you let out a small sigh, ''I'll go to class, maybe Hajime is back from chasing the Captain and can actually help me with math…listens to me, to begin with. Not mope around to the point of ignoring me for some unknown reason.'' with that said you turn around on your heels and leave him standing.

You know he would eventually come around in the next few hours. You hope. Mattsun wasn't or rather isn't angry with you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been as close to you as he had been but his inability to merely talk with you about what was and is bothering him proves to be one of the few reasons that are able to drive you up the wall.

Mathematics being mathematics, the problem wasn't just simply explained within those ten minutes before class started.

If things were normal, you wouldn't be as bothered as you are right now though. Issei would find a way to get it into your pretty little head. He knew how to explain and what to transcribe for you to get the idea behind all those letters and lines scrawled between the numbers.

The problem is that you usually did this in the calmness of your rooms on the weekend. As it seems though, did most people get the problem from the get to go and the teacher decided to write the topical test in your afternoon class today instead of next week, so she could begin with the new thematic on Monday.

Alas, you're fucked.

Not only would you get the worst grade in your whole mathematical carrier but you also couldn't ask your boyfriend, and listen to his deep gentle yet teasing voice explaining stupid equations to you with him being so infuriatingly upset over whatever.

 To your luck, Iwaizumi offers to be your knight in shining armor in extreme times of need. (He tried to convince you to just go to Mattsun because ''He's head over heels for you, don't tell me a stupid fight holds you both back from being insufferable together, Y/N'' - ''We can't be fighting, when he doesn't talk or listen to me.''.) Sacrificing a free hour and his precious lunchtime sitting on the school's rooftop with you, he explains the procedure over and over again. 

After what felt like a whole notebook full of wrong exercises and another one with their corrected versions, the structure of the problem does finally make sense to you. Now cheerfully humming, you look over older tasks you didn't get before when he decides to speak up.

''Y/N?'' Iwaizumi asks, his voice completely calm and…soothing?

''Hmm…'' you hum letting him know that you're listening while correcting another exercise.

''Mattsun will relax once we won that game, okay? Don't be so hard on him.'' His words caught you off-guard, which leads you to look up, question mark clear on your face. ''It's against Akumahebi? The ones that provoked and insulted him so underhandedly last time? Hit all his nerves spot on?'' he adds questioning.

Lips forming a big 'O'. You remember today's opponents vividly.

Seijoh first played against them at the end of your second year, a few weeks after you and Mattsun had started talking with different intentions than throwing terrible pick up lines at each other. Foremost for shit and giggles but actually starting to have hope that the other might mean it.

They stood at the other side of the net and began with their unsportsmanlike strategy by haunting him. ''Imagine thinking someone so mediocre could be rightfully on the field next to players like your ace, could compete against someone like Iwaizumi Hajime.'' or ''The only reason you're on the field is your height, the first years will take over your spot sooner than you think. You are replaceable after all.''. There was no obvious reason for them to pick out Issei but they did. Hissing different things under their breath. You guessed that it's because he always looked so unbothered. As if nothing could wilt his stupidly attractive lopsided smirk.

Afterward, the four of you had a hard time convincing him that those snakes knew shit. That he was on the team for his skills, his amazing blocking, and strategical thinking ability, not his height. That he would be a regular until he left the volleyball club and that he was respected by all of his kouhais.

''Shit,…them? Really?'' you jut our your lower lip. ''He didn't tell me...but I also didn't ask.'' you admit guiltily. ''Well, then I have to cheer extra loud for Issei, I think.'' A triumphant smile stretches across your face, gripping the collar of your uniform with one and pulling up the collar of the jersey underneath with the other. Enough to see the Seijoh colors to come to light. You had stolen it out of your boyfriend's bag two days ago after he went to the bathroom and had hidden it in your desk drawer until today. You nearly forgot to put it on after you accidentally slept in this morning, so you kind of just threw it over your head while hoping to not fall over trying to get into your tights. ''I'm ready to scream at the top of my lungs for my favorite player,…'' you say before you at least partly bashful add ''…no offense. You are my second favorite star player, Haji.''

At that, Iwaizumi simply laughs and playfully pushes against your shoulder. 

Later that evening you found yourself wearing one of Issei's ridiculously large pullovers and sweatpants, sitting wrapped up in blankets on your couch in the living room. Your chest hurting from swallowed and choked up sobs. Even though your parents weren't home when you arrived and wouldn't be for the next two days, enjoying a long-planned short vacation, you didn't allow yourself to cry. A gory horror movie on-screen meant to distract you from your thoughts ends up being nothing more than background noises while wallowing in self-pity.

At one point, Oikawa and Iwaizumi stood at your door - even though you hoped that it would be a certain boy you loved - worried glances boring into your skull from the first second on, and never ceasing.

You didn't even know if your team won or lost. It wasn't like you asked them either.

All you cared for is Issei. Issei, who seemingly decided that he would stop caring for you.

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Iwaizumi-senpai and Y/N-senpai would make an adorable couple, don't you think?

You leaving him to make true on your words intensified the insecurities that had just started to brood underneath the surface a few days ago. He couldn't help it, but he definitely would not share those silly thoughts with you.

Issei knew they were wrong. But that didn't stop them from invading the darkest corners of his brain.

You have to agree that Y/N-san and Iwaizumi-san seem really close.

Overhearing the first years giggling about his girlfriend and one of his best friends being a cute couple amplified all of it. Also…he realized just now…since when do you call Iwaizumi by his name? When did he allow you to call him Hajime?

''Have you seen him smile like that with another girl? I, for my part, haven't seen that smile off the court where he can do the thing he loves the most.'' 

 ''Oh, stop, Y/N-senpai has a boyfriend! Don't you know? I feel uncomfortable speculating about something like that.''

 '' 'Course, I know! I just say that, if I were in a relationship with someone, I'd want my boyfriend to be a bit more…relationship-y about it, you know? Like, yeah, they hold hands and they hug. But all they do besides this is banter meaninglessly…more like friends, not like a couple should behave! Iwaizumi-san, though, even without being as close to her bodily, gives off more intense boyfriend vibes than this other player.''

''His name is Matsuka-'' 

‘'And, Y/N-senpai calls him Hajime, I think she even said Haji once, isn't that cute?!''

''Stop it, stupid! You shouldn't be so loud with your words, you might spread something accidentally. And just because she gives them nicknames doesn't imply anything. I'm also giving you nicknames! And, she looks happy with Matsu-''

‘'Yeah yeah, but you don't like me like that. Anyway, just think about it! Would you really say no to someone like Iwaizumi-san though…? What I'd give for him to at least look at me like that. If I were Y/N-sa-''

''You aren't, can we go now, don’t wanna be late for class because of you again.''

 Iwaizumi did seem to feel extra relaxed around you. And you seemed to like his presence as well. 

What if those first years had a point?

For the second time that day, he growled.

No, there was nothing to doubt or think about. It wasn't unusual of you to use their names. You literally started calling Hanamaki 'Taka-chan' within 10 minutes of knowing each other. Making friends was easy for you, and that you and Iwaizumi were in the same class with Oikawa probably just strengthened your bond with each other to endure the Captain's antics.

Issei nodded to himself, decidedly ignoring the little whisper of doubt in the back of his mind for now.

''I am not jealous.'' The black-haired student repeated this sentence in his mind over and over again. His best friend wouldn't do such a thing as 'stealing you away', nor would you leave him like that. People should shut their mouths. Mind their own problems. And because of him definitely not being insecure jealous, there was nothing he had to tell you.

Around lunchtime, Matsukawa decided to make good on his words and apologize to you. He would explain that he just felt on edge due to the game against this specific team, you would forgive him and then things would be back to normal…hopefully. The problem was, that he couldn't find you. Not in your classroom nor with your friends, who didn't have any idea regarding your whereabouts as well.

The dark-haired blocker was about to send you a message to ask you to meet him before your last lesson and his volleyball practice when he hears your beautiful laugh coming from the staircase right in front of him. Pressing himself to the wall he watches you coming down from the school roof with Iwaizumi, jumping into his arms with a blinding smile and running off to your class a second later.

''Would you really say no to someone like Iwaizumi?  ~ Imagine thinking you could compete against someone like your ace.''

With the greasy, suffocating feeling of jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach, he storms off in the other direction.

 Right before warming up for the game in the afternoon, he heard you chatting with Hanamaki in front of the locker room while he was changing. And while the door opened - Kyoutani walking in and Oikawa leaving to fullfil his captain duties conscientiously - he looked at his strawberry haired friend and your back. For the split second he could see you, he realized just how much having you around all day means to him. His eyes wandered. Over your softly shining hair. Slowly outlining your in Seijoh-colours clad shoulders, down your arms to your elbow where they are bent to cross in front of your chest to hold your jacket and uniform pullover. Then down your back and-

With an annoyed huff, he found himself throwing his locker door in its lock, bending down to pull up his knee pads more aggressively than necessary. Ignoring the curious looks and whispers from his teammates he simply grunted out an Ok, when Makki came in telling him that you would be waiting for him.

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Issei 💗👁️👅👁️: go, I'm not coming to see ya', don't need ur encourgmnt or you now You: Mattsun, what's wrong, honestly, you're scaring me Issei 💗👁️👅👁️: sure You: come on, I wanna support and show who's my favorite player Issei 💗👁️👅👁️: hilarious, stay, go home, idc

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"Hey, Y/N-chan, what I meant to ask you earlier…why were you wearing Iwa-chan's shirt." Oikawa carefully questions, his perfectly shaped eyebrow shooting up to emphasize his words.

"I diD wHAT NOW?" - "She did what?!"

Without wasting a second you jump up from under your blanket mountain and sprint up the stairs to your room to look through your hamper.

There it was, that goddamn tricot. A 4 looking right back at you instead of a 3 or 2. It brought every process of thought to an halt.

"But I- 2 days- what, I got this- I was in-" you stop again, slowly turning your head to Iwaizumi, pointing at him. "Since when were you missing this?"

The ace immediately straightens up under your intense gaze. "Three days? No two? Since our last practice, I guess. Kyoutani and Yahaba had some…problems and fought it out in the locker room. But I…wasn't missing it! I thought that it might be in the laundry by accident.'' he answers hesitantly.

You blink. A few times. Nod. And then a loud laugh starts to bubble out of you, interchanging itself with heavy sobs, forcing you to fold into yourself  and hide your face in your hands.

With a worried expression, Oikawa kneels down beside you. ''Y/N-chan…are you okay?''

"He's so fucking dumb, Tooru, why do I even love him? And I am, too!" You hiccup pitifully. "Makki and he switch numbers from time to time, in case you haven't realized. They say it's because it doesn't really matter in the end, it’s fun to confuse others and the worst that could happen is that they forget to wash it before the other wears it,'' you add, a little laugh escapes your lips before your voice breaks in favor of a hiccup again. ''I guess they were about to do that again but with Mad Dog on the loose, the chaos was enough to mix up all the shirts on the bench completely. And since I stole this one secretly out of Issei's bag when he went to the bathroom and quickly hid it to surprise him today, I accidentally grabbed the wrong one instead of his without realizing it."

You gasp for air, your stuffed nose making it difficult to breathe properly. "And then you have to play against this team, out of all possibilities, it's them! So, of course, he's already fed up, and then I'm wearing Hajimes number who he already kind of feels inferior to on the court, where he's the ace and vice-captain first and not his best friend, due to this stupid fucks picking on his insecurities. Fuck!"

For a second you bury your head in your hands again. "No, you know what, fuck this. I don't need him to bury that shit in himself again, or to have stupid thoughts, or leave me because of it'' you furiously hiccup, standing up. ''I can go over, too, and put that behind us.''

 The first time you actually took a second to breathe and evaluate the situation, you had already rung the bell at the Matsukawa family house. Thrice. For good measure. (And so he knew that there's no way out, that you wouldn't leave.) After waiting for solid 5 minutes - knowing that he'd usually reach the door in under a minute, one if he had napped before, you glare at the window above. A strawberry pink colored patch of hair peek out from underneath.

''Alright, if that's what you want'' you grumble. Going over to the trellis and climbing up on it onto the small canopy before finalizing your unauthorized entry by narrowing your furious eyes at two unbelieving faces. Well…he should never have dared you to try to enter his room like this for a joke in the first place when you first became friends. Now, he would definitely not escape you.

''Open. Now. I will break this dumb window, if that's the only way to get you to talk to me, Issei.''

In the end, minutes of starring later, Hanamaki relents and opens the window. ''Thanks,'' you say sweetly before you chop at the strawberry haired boy's side. ''Y/N-chan, I thought we had something special,'' he wheezes, holding his side.

''We have a talk later, Makki, this was only for not opening the door now'' you say, promptly throwing him out of your boyfriend's room. Your voice seemed to sound scary enough for him to leave rather freely. Or at least it made clear that there was no space for buts. That this was a talk between Mattsun and You. Alone with your boyfriend, you turn around to face Matsukawa. To glare at him.

''What do yo-'' - ''Shut up, Issei. You're going to listen and talk to me right now without filter.'' you hiss. While he tried to keep his cool demeanor, the black-haired boy swung his legs off of the bed to sit properly and not slouch, wanting to listen to you. Wanting you to explain…probably.

''Issei, you morron, you deserve the hardest forehead flick in the history of forehead flicks! What were you thinking?! Why didn't you just tell me that it was them you had to play against today? I would have done everything for you to feel better. I would have been understanding of your mood because I know what they did, but no. You decide to be jealous instead? Of Hajime out of all people? Give me a statement and I will refute it within seconds, whatever you want. Come one, test me. And I dare you to shrug just once,...just once!, and I will - even though I lo-. I will freaking kick your dumb ass to the moon..''

A snort, unfairly attractive and so very Mattsun, leaves him. ''As if you could reach that hig-'' - ''Thin fucking ice, Matsukawa.'' 

With a sigh, he scratches the back of his neck. ''Why were you saying you want to 'support' your favorite player when you were wearing Iwa's shirt? I mean I can’t prescribe who you like, I guess, it’s your decision...but,...hah,...maybe don’t make it sound...I dont know.'' Issei asks straight away, watching the ground between you. 

''Because certain volleyball players I know like to change jersey numbers after practice. And because of Mad Dog-chan being on the hunt for Yahaba's head, a very specific already mentioned player took the wrong shirt with him, which ended with me accidentally stealing said wrong shirt.'' you vaguely answer, watching him tense up. ''Now it's my turn. Why are you so specifically bothered by it being Hajimes?''

 ''I…it's-'' looking up, he met your eyes already narrowing again. You expect him to say 'It's nothing'. No, it was important to say it now, even if it was embarrassing. ''I heard people talking,...saying that he'd be better for you than me. That…that you liking him that way is just a question of time. And while I was sure that that's not true…I asked myself…am I really what Y/N wants? Are you bothered by the way we are in public? Are we couple-y enough for you? I was on my way to apologize when I saw you both coming from the roof. You seemed so happy, so excited. I started to worry…that if he was to ask you out…would you truly choose me? Do I make you look and feel as happy as you seemed to be earlier with Iwa?''

 Him not meeting your eyes bothers you. How could he understand if he's not looking? You slowly walk over, giving him time to say stop or move away from you…but he doesn't. Standing between his legs you gently cup his cheeks and make him look up into your eyes. Make him see.

''Let's start somewhere…thank you for being open and honest with me. Okay, firstly, I was on the roof with him so he could explain math to me. I didn't want to sit in a classroom and let others hear how troubled I was by what seems to be one of the easiest mathematical equations in existence. And since I was occupying his lunch break, Haji at least wanted to have some quiet for eating if he sacrifices his time like that.'' you chuckle slightly before you meet his eyes again.

''Secondly,...Issei,'' you murmur now, caressing his cheeks gently. ''why would you believe things about our relationship coming from people that don't take part in it? Hm? They don't know us. They don't get to spend nap time with us, arcade and ramen dates, or movie nights. They don't see how you treat me away from curious eyes and ears. We aren't any less of a couple just because others have a different opinion on how couples should be to the public eye.'' you say, your undertone loving and warm. ''It's not Iwaizumi who I love. I have chosen you because you are the one. I love you.'' you emphasize the words. You never imagined the moment to be like that, but it feels right to come clean with the depth of your feelings now. His cheeks heating up in between your hands is an extra treat.

''I love you when you smile all lazily at me after sleeping. I love you when your voice drips with sarcasm and mischief. I love you when we argue over who has ultimately won the worst pick-up line contest - which is me by the way.'' you grin, shushing his protest by resting your thumb on his lips. ''I love you even when we fight. When you get jealous and grumpy. I love you even though you regularly tell Taka-chan how you'd sell me to Satan for a corn chip, just to mention this stupid bird meme. I love you to bits, you sweet but silly idiot, and I'd chose you all over again if I was to wake up in another parallel universe. Because I know, that you'll always treat me right. Because I'm sure that you feel this, too.''

While you were speaking, your boyfriend's arms slowly but steadily started to move past the last bit of resistance, wrapping them loosely around you and pulling you tighter with every said word.

''I mean it when I say that I get why you felt so uneasy today. However they do it, they manage to crawl under your skin. And that's human, Issei. To be overwhelmed, anxious, or insecure. But please, don't risk us falling apart by letting it eat away on you silently.'' You whisper.

''Y/N, I'm sorry…and I promise to try and talk when I feel bothered again. And-'' A surprised squeak leaves your lips at the sudden movement of your boyfriend. ‘’I love you, too.’’ Giggling, you look up to the dark-haired blocker, who is now towering over you, caging you in his arms. ''You look so irrestistable in my clothes, you should wear them more often.'' Issei continues, the smirk on his lips finally being close to the one he usually wore, eyeing you still wearing his way to big pants and sweatshirt. Then, Mattsun finally - Finally! - leans down to kiss you thoroughly, seemingly keen on making up for the wasted time. Nibbling on your lip, tasting and teasing you, eliciting sweet little sounds that sound oh so much like heaven. He had missed this the whole day.

Deciding to give the both of you a second to breathe, he leans back enough to study your now glowing expression. You lick your lips, watching a suddenly burning interest flaring up in his eyes due to the breathlessness in your voice. ''I have a proposition, you know.'' You begin, softly tracing his features with your pointer finger, smiling innocently. ''If you don't want people to doubt our closeness in this relationship…maybe you should show them just how good you make me feel when I have you all to myself, hm?'' You murmur with a seducing tone, watching him process your words, his slightly heated gaze not leaving yours.

Him diving right back in and whispering a litany of 'I love yous' was answer enough.

Bonus:

[yikesharringrove]

idea that was spawned from all the angst before, but what about billy dealing with steves first episode? like billy climbing up steves window one night or coming back home to see nothing has been done. obviously, hes not mad, just concerned, heads to their room to see steve curled up under blankets and asking if he has a cold or is sick at all and steve, having his fathers impression that mental illness makes you weak is all like "yeah. ill be fine." and billy realising that steve isnt fine

(this isn’t gonna be part of the cheating au, this is a sweet soft boi billy au)

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Billy furrowed his brows at the dishes in the sink.

Steve usually never letthe dishes pile up, leftover habit from his mother who liked everything spotless and presentation-ready at all times.

But there were dishes.

The ones from last night, and Billy’s from his breakfast this morning.

And the idea that they were there in the first place was unsettling, but what really got to Billy was the fact that there were no more. It was Steve’s day off and he didn’t eat anything.

Usually, on Steve’s day off, he deep cleaned the apartment, and made some elaborate dinner.

Billy would always kiss his head and say my sweet little housewife as Steve flushed and laughed.

But the apartment was as cluttered and messy as it was when he had left this morning.

The door to their bedroom was closed, and Billy rapt on it softly before pushing it open.

“Stevie?”

It was dark in there, the blinds closed tightly, and Steve was curled up on Billy’s side of the bed.

“Baby?” Billy knelt down, putting himself at roughly eye level with the little lump under the blankets. “Sugar, you okay? You sick?”

“Yeah.” His voice sounded hoarse.

“Can I get you something? Medicine?”

“No, thank you.” He was all monotone, his voice quiet. Timid.

“Are you sure? What are your symptoms?” Billy found his face in the dark, pressing his hand against Steve’s forehead. He wasn’t any warmer than usual.

“I’ll be fine, Billy.” Billy shrugged, went to go brush his teeth adn join Steve for an early bedtime.

Something didn’t totally sit right.

Last time Steve had the flu, he’d been a dramatic little baby about it.

Later, he told Billy he liked that Billy took care of him, and had a little fun with his role of sick as shit.

So maybe this was a worse sickness?

Steve hadn’t moved when Billy returned.

He gently pushed Steve over onto his side, and Steve let him, was unmoving dead weight as Billy rolled him over.

Billy sank into the bed next to him, pulling Steve into his body, rubbing up and down his back.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t think you’re sick.” Steve didn’t answer. “You can talk to me. You know that, right? Like if you’re mad, or sad, or you just need a day off, or something.”

Steve was still quiet. His back was tense.

“Sometimes,” he hesitated. Billy just kept rubbing his back. “Sometimes I can’t get out of bed. Like, I just physically can’t. I’ll get hungry, or need to pee, and it’s like, it’s like my body is too heavy and I can’t move.”

Billy just blinked in the darkness.

“My mom took me to a shrink once, the first time it happened. He said I was probably depressed. Dad just told me I was being a lazy pussy.”

“Wait, but, depressed?” Steve didn’t say anything. “But, I mean, aren’t you happy, like living here, with me?” Billy hated the way he sounded, like a scared child.

But if Steve wasn’t happy with him, that’s an even bigger issue.

“Depression is chemical. I can be happy and still be depressed. And I am happy with you. I’ve had the most good days I’ve ever had in a row with you. But the bad days still catch up.”

“What caused it? Did I do something?”

“No. Just, when I woke up this morning, it-it kinda feels like, I mean, I don’t really know how to describe it. I just, it’s like you’re so tired, all you want to do is sleep, but you can’t, for some reason, so you just lay there, hoping you’ll fall asleep, and you keep checking the time, and either a minute has passed that felt like an hour, or an hour has passed that felt like a minute, and you don’t really feel tethered to the world in any way, but also you feel so heavy, like you’re going to sink into the ground and any moment.”

Billy was speechless.

He had no idea Steve felt this way.

“How can I help? When you feel like this?”

“This is good.” Billy clung onto Steve tighter.

“I, um, I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay.”

“I wanna make you feel better.”

“Look, Bill, sometimes, sometimes you can’t. Not right away. But, uh, you can tell me that you love me, and hold me, and I bet tomorrow I’ll feel okay again.”

“I love you so fucking much, it’s disgusting. Like, you’re all I think about. You’re so perfect to me, and honestly, Steve, I love you with my whole, everything, like you carved a place in my fucking soul, and that’s where you live. Which sounds sappy as all hell, but it’s, it’s true. You mean everything to me, Pretty Boy. You are, the most important.”

Steve wriggled closer to Billy.

“Like I love you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Like it’s almost scary.” Steve huffed a laugh. “I want you to be okay.”

“Me too.”

[purplesurveys]

1014

What snack food could you not live without? I feel like “can’t live without” is pushing it too far, but Pringles is my favorite and I imagine I’d be pretty miserable if they hypothetically suddenly disappear or stop production. Can never get enough of those.

What/where is your favorite restaurant? And what do they specialize in? Yabu. It’s Japanese, but they mainly specialize in katsu so they don’t have sushi or ramen or sukiyaki or other types of Japanese food. I haven’t had my usual since February or March, so I can’t waaaait until I can finally order for myself.

How do you waste time when you are procrastinating? Looking for anything I can watch on YouTube. Once I’ve found a video it usually is able to send me into a black hole of other videos, so it’s been quite the effective way to avoid tasks or things I’m worrying about.

Do you follow any celebrities on social media? Who? I don’t, honestly. I never understood it about myself lol; I’m fascinated by a number of celebrities but the idea of being constantly updated about their personal lives just never seemed appealing to me. I guess I just like them for what they do and the celebrity that comes with it. The only one I follow on Twitter is Hayley Williams.

Who do you admire for what they have accomplished? Probably Arlan. Dude had like 10 orgs while in college, was in the college student council, and he got accepted to Columbia’s graduate program for journalism for the next school year. Idek how he even finds the time to sleep.

Would you like if you never had to work again? Lately I’ve been learning about myself that work gives me a sense of purpose, so even if I was offered all the money in the world, I’d take it but I would still want to work (assuming I’m in a job I like and care about). I never want to go back to how shitty I felt in September when I was neither studying nor working.

Are you a big sports fan? What team and sports? I like watching basketball and volleyball games, but only the ones played in our local university league – that said, I obviously root for my school lol. I like pro wrestling too, but they don’t work in teams.

Do you believe in following your dreams? Yes, but the way there is vastly different for everyone in that some people may have the connections and resources early on, while some will have to work and claw a little harder. The playing field isn’t always level, unfortunately.

Do you like to play board games? They’re fine, but I typically prefer to watch from the sidelines mostly because I’m terrible at following instructions and retaining them in my head as I play.

What were your favorites games as a kid? Does it have to be board games? I played outside way more often and my favorites were patintero, 10-20, and a game we called ‘ice ice water,’ which is really just freeze tag. I also liked pick-up sticks.

Would you like to be a “stay at home” mom or dad? I dunno if I would enjoy that, honestly. Like I said, I like the idea of working as it makes me feel productive...but who knows? I’m only 22, literally a fresh graduate, I don’t have kids, and it’s a long way before I can possibly become a mom. But my priorities could always change; I could wind up being a mom who is content with being a housewife. I really have no clue, and I’ll never know until I get there.

How are your “direction skills” when you are driving? Yeah, they’re nonexistent. I need Waze all the time if I’m the one driving, even if it’s going to a place I routinely travel to.

Do you need to be in charge or are you happy to let someone else take charge? It depends on how confident or familiar I am with the task at hand. I can handle being either a leader or a follower; but I do think that, for all tasks I’m involved in, I do like to help call the shots and decide on things on some level, no matter how little it is. I never just follow, if that makes sense.

Would you rather “talk it out” or “let it go” and hope it’s forgotten about? Talk it out. Communication is really important to me.

What celebrity have others told you that you look like? Anna Akana and Lucy Hale.

Do you like to dance? What kind do you enjoy the most? Only either when I’m alone or have had a lot to drink. I don’t actually know any types of dance.

Do you feel anxious right now? Eh, not really. I’m a little sad, but getting out of bed to sit at my desk has slightly fixed that for the meantime.

Do you like to eat breakfast for dinner? What are your faves? Sometimes my dad will make breakfast food for dinner, yeah. I’m never enthusiastic about it lol, but I don’t complain.

Do you feel like you will ever have enough money to make you happy? Sure, I think so. I know I definitely don’t want to end up being extremely selfish about money.

What is more appealing to you: a pub crawl or a wine tasting? Pub crawl, for sure. I hate wine anyway.

What classes or courses would you take to learn more about? International relations, biology, and anthropology.

Would you ever get a tattoo? What kind would you get? Idk if I would ever get one, but one of my ideas is to have Paramore’s lyrics “For all the joy that is to come / Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal” on my wrist, kinda like as a reminder that there are brighter days ahead. That’s not the correct sequence of lyrics, but combining those lines together was what spoke to me the most. 

How much time do you spend working out a week? (you can fib a little) I don’t work out.

Do you dress up for Halloween? What was your best costume? Only if my friends have something planned. I’ve mentioned this several times lately but my personal favorite costume was going as my old best friend, Sofie. It was so low-effort but everyone understood who I was and had a kick out of it.

How often do you like to shop online? I never really did it regularly before since I had been on a tight allowance throughout college, but now that I’m earning on my own I could see myself ordering stuff online 1-2 times a month.

Have you ever spent time “online dating?” No. I had Tinder before, but just to people-watch. Still not interested in it now.

Do you ever hang out with your parents? How about your siblings? No. We don’t do one-on-one bonding; we’re all emotionally unequipped for that lol. I hate that I missed out on family things like that; and my future kid/s is/are definitely getting a lot of solo dates with me.

What is the number one way that you like to spend your time? Probably going on YouTube. There’s always something to watch over there.

Is it easy or hard for you to be lazy all day? Easy for the most part, but if I know I have work to do I also like getting my ass up to wrap that up as quickly as I can.

How similar are you to your zodiac sign characteristics? Based on what’s been shoved down my throat from social media, Tauruses  love their food, hold grudges, are fiercely loyal, resistant to change, and annoyingly stubborn. Those things are all me.

What are you addicted to? I don’t have any addictions.

What is the last song that you saved to your playlist? Haven’t been using my playlists lately.

If you could listen to only one artist, who would that be? Paramore.

Who would you like to be president right now? We have a dictator of a president at the moment and the list of potential candidates for 2022 isn’t looking too great either, so...who the fuck knows. I’m hoping someone capable – and someone preferably younger – steps up to take the challenge before 2022. I look forward to the day we take to the streets to celebrate the same way America did today.

Were you popular in school? I mean in high school I was kinda on the radar, but I still liked staying at the sides and let my more popular friends take the spotlight. Besides, I was already linked with Gabie and I didn’t want teachers and staff to be on our asses. 

What is your favorite place that you have ever visited? Locally, Sagada. Outside of the country, probably Shanghai.

What places do you want to travel to before you get too old? Ideally I’d want to travel to as many countries as I can, to be honest. Doesn’t matter where. But if I can only afford to do so a handful of times, I’d spend that money on Morocco, India, Thailand, Egypt, South Korea, Iceland, Peru, and Spain (and then maybe go on a European road trip from there).

What is the perfect work schedule that you would love? I’m happy with my current 9-6 shift.

What was the best party that you have ever been to? Rita’s sister’s org’s Halloween party from last year.

Did school come easy for you or was it hard? High school was easy, but I purposely didn’t put much effort into it. I didn’t see the point, considering a) teachers have their established favorite students early on and I knew I wasn’t one of them and no matter how well I did I knew I wasn’t going to get recognized, and b) workplaces could not care less about your high school record. College was also easy, and I found balancing my academics, org life, and social life to be fun and fulfilling.

What language do you enjoy listening to? English or Filipino.

Would you take the time to learn a new language? Sure. I’ve done that with Spanish and Korean before.

If you had a personal assistant, what would you have them do? Make them do the phone calls whenever I would have to at work.

Who is the funniest person that you know? I have several people in mind, honestly - Andi, Kate, Jum, Aya, JM, Hans.

Who is the worst pain in the ass that you know? My mom. Sometimes Cooper.

Whose life do you look to as a “model” of what you would like yours to ultimately look like? Anna, one of the moms from the Korean reality show I watch. Her amazing attitude towards life, her parenting skills, cooking skills, aesthetic, and overall life is all I want.

How much money do you save from your paycheck? I have no idea how to budget yet. AAAHHHHHHHHH

Which is a stronger emotion, fear or joy? I think both can be felt strongly.

What types of people do you follow on social media? Athletes, Influencers? Mostly irl people. The only famous people I follow are AJ Mendez (though she’ll always be AJ Lee to me) and Hayley, like I said. OH WAIT I also follow the entire GMM crew! Idk why I missed that.

Would you ever like to work remotely and travel? That’d be nice, sure.

When were you the poorest that you have ever been? Quarantine.

[creedslove]

No outbreak Joel coming home to reader dancing in the kitchen while making dinner , wearing panties and his shirt

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: that's so cute anon, I love it!!!

• Joel's favorite part of the day is coming home because he gets to see you and he loves to know you'll be there waiting for him

• and he also knows you have waited for him as much as he has waited for you, he simply can't wait to see you and take you into his arms, kiss your lips and spend time with you

• he also loves when you are just such a good housewife for him, he never knew that could be a kink, but well, apparently it was since he always got hard just to see you doing the simplest things

• he hated when he had to work on weekends too, he liked spending this time with you just having some domesticity and having lazy morning sex, it was heaven to him

• but duty called and he had to go, knowing he would come back home early anyway

• however, he just couldn't keep the night before out of his mind, feeling how good you felt against his own burning skin, your taste, your smell and he was dying to repeat the dose

• you decided to be lazy and spend some time more in bed, sleeping longer than you intended and waking up around lunch time

• you weren't sure if you would have breakfast or lunch, but when you got Joel's text saying he would be home for lunch you decided to make some pasta, knowing he would appreciate it too

• but you were so lazy you didn't even bother getting dressed, just putting on some panties and one of Joel's shirts, you went down to the kitchen and turned on some music, loving the playlist he had made

• your hips swayed softly at the rhythm of the music, your lips hummed according to the song and you were so distracted while cooking

• you thought Joel would take a while to come home and Tommy always knocked on the door after walking on you giving his older brother a blowjob in the living room a couple of months ago

• it had traumatized him but also taught him some manners too

• so once Joel stepped inside he immediately heard the song coming from the kitchen accompanied by the smell of fresh food which made his stomach growl

• but nothing could prepare him for the scene he saw next: you in nothing but panties and his shirt cooking him lunch

• it was like a whole new wave of lust shifted all his blood into one direction and he popped a boner right there and then

• he walked to you without hesitation, wrapping his arms around your body and kissing all over your neck, his hands gripping your body and lifting his shirt

• he groaned in approval at the sight of your gorgeous body and kissed you even hungrier

• Joel was still thoughtful to turn off the heat because he could just bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you hard and fast

• you gripped the edges as you felt so much pleasure, your walls tightening around his cock and getting his load deep inside

• lunch took longer to get ready that day, but it didn't matter because Joel was already satisfied after eating your pussy too

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[the-gunslock]

Hiver 5- North, the Day After

This is the third on a 3-part story, about the day I got a date with the most beautiful girl in the world. Read the first here and the second here.

Lazy, jade-green eyes blink open, absorbing the sunlight of a silent morning. They greet an unfamiliar ceiling, completely white with a fogged glass half-sphere in the center, likely the light. The sensation on the woman’s back is soft and she is covered to her waist by a thick, rust-colored blanket. It has a pleasant, flowery smell.

Moving it off of her, the shipwright sits up and examines the room and its ice blue walls; left of the bed, the mahogany desk with various sorts of stationery, journals and scribbled notes on it; the closet to her right, a full-body mirror with lights framed around it propped next to the closet; in front of the bed, a wall with a shelf, this time with a small terrarium and some vases on top of it, and beside everything, an illustration of the Crest of Alpha Lupi propped against the wall. Beneath it sat a wooden dresser with many drawers and a little anti-grav spinning contraption.

Amanda reattaches her mechanical limb under her white pant leg and gets up to stretch her back before leaving the bedroom. Making her way to the kitchen, she looks at the island they were eating at the night before and spots a lonely plate covered by a piece of cloth and a small note. Looking around and seeing no one, she takes the note that simply says “Good morning Amanda! On the nook if you need me -Hiver” and lifts the cloth.

Beneath it sits a white plate with decorative blue edges, with a cheese and ham sandwich, a whole section of fluffy scrambled eggs and cut sausages near it. Beside the plate sat neatly aligned utensils, a recipient with sugar and a black mug filled with coffee, all of the food still steaming hot. She sat down and smiled at the breakfast her friend made, while getting ready to down everything.

“I could get used to this.” The human thought to herself, taking a bite out of her sandwich, contemplating the peace and company of the last day. She was definitely glad she stayed over. It really did feel like the home she never had.

A really good change of pace from living on the road, surviving off of food hoarding, rock pillows, and shotgun slugs.

Amanda’s parents weren’t here, as much as she wished them to; but she does have someone who cares and loves her enough to make her feel like coming back to. And she trusts Hiver enough to be there when she needs to come back.

As much as Amanda loved being Chief Shipwright, working to repair machines and supply the defenders of humanity and whatnot with ships and vehicles, there wasn’t much to her life outside of work, usually keeping her alone with her longing and not-so-good memories.

A smile crept into her face as Amanda felt the heat of the coffee mug in her hand. She turned sideways in her seat, looking at the nook where her Warlock friend resided, half-mindedly looking out of the window. As she drank her warm beverage, she silently thanked Hiver for allowing her to start something new.

Whatever that “something” may be.

After putting the dishes in the sink to wash later, the blonde pushed aside the curtain to the reading nook, admiring the view of the Awoken woman basking in the sunlight.

Beneath Hiver’s usual shy demeanor and leather-wizard-cowgirl gear, the Shipwright realized how she rarely had the chance to get a good look at what her friend looked like. Most Guardians just look like a suit of armor, with the rare un-helmeted ones.

Her strong calves beneath her thin black tights. Her skirt delicately draping over her well fleshed thighs. Her small but perky bust, smoothly enveloped by her blouse, which exposed her narrow shoulders that made a lovely curve towards her nape. Above that, her purple, asymmetrically cut hair, a good complement to her calm blue skin that flowed with near-invisible energy waves, an exotic but very interesting -- and aesthetically pleasing -- feature of the Awoken.

“In that moment she seemed as wholly luminescent as the sun… and I wished to be so brave.” Amanda quoted in her head as a cloud passed in front of the sun, dimming the natural light that shone through the windows.

“She’s beautiful.”

As if reading her mind, the Warlock turned her glowing blue eyes towards the human girl, her usual, cheerful “Good morning, Amanda!” coming out of her lips.

Her slight blush was still visible, but she smiled casually as she always would. “G’morning, Hiver”, she greeted back, opening the curtains and sitting close to the Warlock on her nook. She notices a red book with an intricate gold circle design on its cover. “Whatcha reading?”

“Ulan-Tan’s Thesis of Symmetry.” Hiver replied, handing her the book. Amanda skims it, stopping at some pages.

“The one about how Light and Darkness are both needed to maintain the balance of their forces or… something?”

Hiver nods. “Interesting read.” Amanda passes the book back to her friend. “Not sure if as dangerous as Vanguard makes it seem. Either way, how are you? Sleep well?”

“Did you carry me to bed?” Amanda asks with a smug grin. As expected, Hiver is coy about it. She always enjoyed the reaction.

“Y-yeah… I did.” Hiver replies, averting her gaze. “You dozed off on my shoulder last night, and you had a rough day soooo�� I figured it would be better if you had the bed…”

“Where’d you sleep, though?”

“Couch is also a bed.”

“And ya also got the energy to get up earlier and make me a tasty breakfast like the housewife you are.”

“I-it wasn’t a big d--”

Hiver is cut off by a temperature increase on her cheek, and a slightly moist, comfortable sensation brushing against her face’s skin. Her emotions are messy as a hurricane right now, but she is certain most of them are positive, and that brings her a new form of joy.

Amanda pulls away from the kiss and leans against Hiver’s shoulder again, closing her eyes.

“Thank you, Hiver.” She said, voice as soft as cotton. “For all you do.”

The Awoken is unsure of what to do. She tries bringing her hand around Amanda’s shoulders, leading her to snuggle closer. This was the right move, then.

“Anytime you need, Amanda.” She said, lightly massaging the shipwright’s arm with her fingertips.

After a while of staying like this, Hiver musters her courage and takes the first step. “So…”

Amanda lets out a ‘hm?’, which means her curiosity was piqued. Hiver has no way out of this now.

“Today is… your day off, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

The Warlock is nervously darting her eyes back and forth, glad Amanda can’t see it since she is still on her shoulder. “Would you… like to go out? ...With me? We can… stargaze, or browse a library, or...”

She chuckles at this. “My, my. Are ya invitin’ me on a date, cowgirl?”

“...Yes?” Hiver’s voice is close to breaking, eliciting more chuckling from her blonde friend.

“Appreciate your honesty.” She gets her head up from her shoulder, holding the Warlock’s hand and rubbing its back with her thumb in an attempt to calm her nerves.

“Yep, let’s do it.” The shipwright answers, smiling brightly at Hiver’s both happy and relieved sigh and intertwining her fingers with hers.

From her pillow in the living room, after a while of pretending to be asleep, Trinity turns her eye to look at the two girls and lets out a very quiet but energetic “Hell yes!” in celebration at her girl finally growing.

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Mine: Ch4 - ME

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Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Little fluff, little angst, smut adjacent, violence. Word Count: 5,839. Chapter Summary: Dean finally had everything he wants. A/N: Choo choo. The crazy train has finally left the station.

Ao3 if you prefer

In the morning you’re there. You, backlit by the warm glow of the lamp we left on, fill my vision. You’re more than I thought I would ever get, you’re more than I deserve, and yet here you are. In my bed, with me.

It’s been six weeks since our first date and you’ve been more or less living with me for five weeks now. I’d be shocked at how easy it was but there must have been an upside to the whole post-Carl mourning thing. When I brought you back here, again, you already knew Sam and you’d greeted him like an old friend. You hadn’t scoffed at the windowless rooms or wrinkled your nose at the underground home I live in. You’d smiled. Your shoulders melted at the sound of the bunker door closing. I’m not sure you were even aware of it but you feel safe here and you like feeling safe.

In the beginning, you’d at least pretend you didn’t live here. You’d go home for days at a time and when you did that place felt a little less like home. I saw it. The house was colder, emptier. You moved about it robotically. It’s almost laughable leaving a place as big as the bunker and finding a one-bed townhouse too empty. I know why. It’s not the size of the rooms, it’s the way your voice echoes off the walls. I get it. I’ve understood you since our first date.

That night you’d told me the answers to as many of my questions as you could. You left New York when your mom got sick. At first, you’d never made friends in town because you crammed every second you had with her. I get it. I understand the greedy need to hoard time with a parent. It’s another one of those things we both share. But then she died six months ago. And in those six months, you’ve only made casual friends, the kind you knew their names and said hi to at the grocery store. Sometimes you’d go to dinner or book club but it’s all exterior bullshit. The people who know you almost as well as I do, the ones who you call because you miss them? They’re still in New York.

I hate that whenever you talk about New York it’s like you left a piece of you there. Makes me wanna get in my car and bring it back.

At least now I know the reason behind your choices. Why you ended up with Carl, why you suffered that dick at work. Hell, why you brighten up every time you skip down those stairs even if it’s just me and Sam here. You’re not just lonely like a bored housewife. You’re lonely to your bones. And you’d rather get your heart broken a hundred times than be alone.

I’m the cure, where your suffering all ends. I won’t take advantage of you Y/N, I won’t break you. I want you so I can look after you. I see who you are.

Now we’re here though. Two weeks ago I convinced you to really move in, which is fast, I get it. Sam can’t believe it and most of your stuff is in storage still, but it feels right. We feel right. Being together and having you here? I’m not worried anymore. I trust you because I trust us.

You sleep curled into me. On your side, your right side, snuggled against my chest with your legs tangled between mine. By morning you’ve moved but not far. Enough that your face is on the pillow next to me. With you in your spot, I get to enjoy watching your lips part and the slow, deep breaths you take. You’re perfect awake but in sleep you’re different somehow and I can’t take my eyes off you. Everything slows down watching you sleep.

Then, you stir. Sometimes it’s when I tuck stray pieces of hair behind your ears or sometimes it’s with the weight of my hand on your cheek. I can’t help touching you and I’ll never be sorry when you open your eyes, see me and smile dreamily.

“Mornin’” I love being the first thing you hear when you open your eyes.

Your smile gets wider and you untangle yourself to stretch your arms above your head, “do we have to get up today?”

Not the first time you’ve asked me that. Every time you do it gets harder to break your heart. Even superficially.

“’ Afraid so sweetheart,” you whine and I bring you back to me with a quick kiss to your lips. “But you haven’t got work till three so we don't have to get up right now.”

You smile against my mouth and lean into my touch. Your shoulder then neck, my fingers follow a blissful trail of your impossibly soft skin. Fuck, you’re too good. I'm convinced these mornings of ours are as close as I’ll ever get to heaven again. Last time I went it hadn’t agreed with me and now if I end up there when I finally bite the big one? Well, it won’t compare to this. Lazy mornings mapping every part of you. Sometimes the sex is slow and lazy and sometimes I bury myself in you till you scream. It’s always ours. It’s a bubble that only pops when the door opens.

Today is a playful middle. No brutal rush or lazy rock of my hips. Today is teasing, holding out as long as we can until fun becomes frantically chasing release. Then you’re begging me and I won’t let you go over the edge until you say it. Not until you answer my question, always the same one.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” My forehead pressed against yours and I've all but stilled against you. I’ll hold it all back until you tell me what I want to hear. No, not want. What I need to hear.

“You. Dean, please. I’m all yours.”

You might think it’s just sex. You might think it’s a possessive kink thing. I’ll let you think whatever you want because deep down we both know the truth. You can have everything you’ve ever wanted with me, as long as you’re mine. We're not slipping back into sleep so it’s barely a minute before you slip away from me. Although you never leave without a kiss and a promise. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower and then I’ll make you some breakfast.”

“You’re too good to me.”

You look at me like you're about to make the moment serious. As if you know all the things I’ve done for you and breakfast is just part of your debt.

But, you don’t know. And I’m not keeping track. I’d never keep score with you, there is no debt. I did what I had to but all that’s in the past. The present and the future is only you in my bed. Or you as you almost leave in nothing my shirt.

“I know I am. But you must have figured you signed up for this when you asked out a chef?”

I shrug against the pillows, I’d never really expected you to cook but you know know that.

“Nah, I figured there’d be more pie, to be honest.”

Your eyes flash and you pout playfully, “oh you asked for it, Winchester.”

“Hey dude,” Sam starts. There are only two ways this sentence is going to finish. Since it’s not my birthday I’m pretty sure we're not going to a strip club.

“I found us a case.” He finishes with that telltale smile. He needs a hobby. Or someone of his own. He gets bored too easily and he forgets that I have you. I get it but unfortunately, my face is already grimacing. “Come on dude. Two people dead in three days. Both of them with strange animal bites on their necks.” He even bends his fingers to air quote the word 'strange'. Loser.

“Vamps?” I don’t mean to sound so hopeful but bloodsuckers mean I won’t even be gone that long.

Sam looks back to his laptop as if the article he’s reading will actually say, vampires. “Looks like it.”

He sounds excited and hell, I wouldn’t mind a little mano e mano to blow off some steam. And a few days with Sam will do me some good. You’re the problem. As much as this is my life you are a new complication and it’s been the same story for the last six weeks. I can travel as far as I can but you’re still here. Pulling me back to you like a stretched out rubber band is connecting us. The drive back always feels like letting go, letting myself ping back to where you are. It’s dangerous to think about you while burning bones and gutting monsters. One day it'll get me in trouble.

Of course, it is easier now. Now I can call you, text you, and let myself grin at my phone when you reply. But still, leaving is the fucking worst.

“Pie number three is in the oven. I swear I’ll make you rue the day you accused me of not making enough pie… oh hey, Sam. You don’t mind if I kill him with pie, right?”

You bounce in with a plate in your hands which means number two finally cooled down enough that you’ll let me eat some. Sam looks up at you with a fond smile, “don’t you think he’s tried that himself over the years?”

“I don’t doubt he’s tried but I’ve got the moxie to really pull it off.”

I love that you and Sam are friendly like this. Maybe even on the way to being actual friends. You both accepted each other without argument. But I should put a stop to this particular conversation before you conspire long enough to put me on a diet.

“Ok, ok that’s enough. I don’t joke about your hopes and dreams.” The slice I take from your hands is cherry and you rock onto your toes while I take a bite. Only when the first mouthful makes me moan are you satisfied enough to relax.

“I hate to slow you down when you’re on a mission but we’re heading out on a case.” I deliver the bad news myself since I need you to like Sam.

You frown quickly. You try to catch yourself but it stills lingers on your face, “really?”

“’ Afraid so, sweetheart.”

“Well, since the next one is pecan will you at least take some for the road? If you don’t I’ll eat the whole thing and we don't all have your insatiable metabolism.” You whine a little from the chair next to me that you’ve slipped into. All the better to be closer before I leave.

“Pecan? I’ll take the whole thing.” You laugh into me so the sound vibrates my chest. Your hair is soft under my hand as I stroke it, still taking mouthfuls of pie with the other. “You sure you’ll be ok for a few days?”

“I’ll be fine. Go, save some people. I’ll still love you when you get back.”

You don’t seem to realize what you’ve said, or you don’t find it out of place. Maybe you’re not keeping track. But it’s the first time you’ve said that. So, naturally, I'm grinning like an idiot.

Sam waits the appropriate amount of time before he clears his throat, “I’m still right here guys.”

“And if you're lonely I know some nice girls I can set you up with.” You mumble without looking at him.

“I appreciate the offer.” He sasses back to you before fixing his eyes on me, “wheels up in thirty?”

“Make in an hour.” My girl just told me she loved me after all.

There’s a lot of clues I should have picked up on that something’s wrong when we get back. A half-eaten plate of food sitting on the table in the library, next to one of your books, is the biggest. It suggests you were mid-meal when you’d been distracted by something. This particular meal, still waiting for you with a fork left resting in it, is stone cold now. So, you’re not heading back from something at all. Wherever you are, you didn’t intend to be gone long.

I can’t help that I’m excited to see you after a two-day hunt that turned into three. Excited to see the recognition on your face when you see me, to know that you light up like that for me. I’m excited to see the girl who loves me. Excuse me for missing the goddamn clue.

Sam doesn’t question my long strides or fast pace. He knows I’m itching to see you. Especially since he’s sat in a car with me for the last six hours. He’d told me you were fine, safe in the bunker waiting for me but that hasn't stopped the nerves making me antsy.

So, each step is a little looser, calmer. My shoulders sink back into my body and I can feel the tightness of my face relax.

Because you’re behind that door Y/N. You’re waiting for me like you have done for six weeks. You’re waiting for me like I waited for you since day one.

Except I missed the clues so I’m not prepared for what’s actually behind the door.

You’re sitting in the bed and hunched over. Your legs are swung over the edge of the bed as if you fell in place from standing. Never realizing you’re uncomfortable twisted at the waist. I’m so blinded by the relief at seeing you again that I don’t notice what’s in your hands. Not at first.

I do see the tears. Red, puffy eyes and wet streaks on your cheeks. You lift your head to look at me with none of the bright light I've waited to be blinded by. It’s this confused mix of anger and sadness instead. That’s not how you’re supposed to look at me. Suddenly I want nothing more than to beat the crap out of whoever put that on your face.

“What happened?” I’m trying, fuck am I trying not to scare you. Although I can hear the growl in my voice and feel every muscle I have tighten in anticipation. I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone in the bunker. Even here isn’t safe enough for you.

You flinch away from my hand as I reach out for your shoulder. “Don’t touch me.”

And I don’t. I’ve never touched you without your permission. Yet without the distraction of you under my fingers I finally start to notice things. Like, say, the assortment of items strewn on the bed in front of you.

A hex bag. A wallet. A set of keys.

Or more precisely. The hex bag that could have saved your no good ex, the wallet of your sleazy boss and the house keys you lost five weeks ago.

I don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here. It could have been five minutes or five hours. At the very least it’s enough time for you have made some assumptions. They spill out of you without me saying another word.

“You looked after me when Carl… I know what he did but he didn’t deserve to that. But you-you looked after me. And when I came home and told you Steve was missing, that we’d all been interviewed by the police, you told me it was nothing. You said he’d probably skipped town. With-without his wallet? That you have?!”

“You don’t understand sweetheart, I…”

“I think for once I do understand. You’re a… god, you actually… you killed them and then lied to me about it.”

Angry I can fight with. Sad I can fix. But the betrayal in your voice? Damned if I know how to make that better.

You sway on your feet as you swing your body upwards in one swift, unstable action.

“Swee-” My hands are defensive and trying to stop your panic.

“Don’t you dare. I’m not your sweetheart. Never again. How can you think this will ever be ok?”

The click of the door as you open it stirs me out of my stupor. The dumb blindness that has me stuck standing and letting this play out clears. I don’t watch these things go by. And I won’t watch you leave.

You’ve left the door hanging open because you think walking out like this is an option. You think I love you enough that I’ll let you go.

It’s the exact opposite. I love you too much to ever let you go.

I catch up to you in a second and my hands have you in half of that. One hand over your mouth, because I know you’re a screamer, and a hand wrapped around your neck. I’d never squeeze enough to kill you Y/N I only need you to think I will. I need you to stop and realize that I’m doing this so we can work on this instead of giving up. We can’t give up.

“Honey, you’re gonna come with me and we’re gonna talk.”

I’m only trying to clasp my fingers tight enough to get you to cooperate and stop struggling against me. The fact that you collapse, unconscious in my arms, makes the whole thing easier.

Okay, maybe I hadn’t had your permission to do that.

There’s a room at the end of a random corridor. One of those places no one visits often, if ever, in the depths of the bunker. It’s a corridor littered with empty spaces, half-finished rooms, and useless closets. There’s a door that maybe was going to be a panic room or something. There are random pieces of comms equipment, an old leather sofa and walls thick enough to keep anything out. Or, keep anything in. It’s not soundproof but Sam won’t hear you from his room. I can barely hear you sitting outside the room. I’m waiting till you’ve stopped screaming for help before I go in and talk to you. I guess I didn’t figure it would take this long. The bottle of whiskey in my hands is getting emptier than I care to admit while I stare at the spot you’re standing in. Where you’re banging on the reinforced metal door and screaming. Out here it boils down to a soft thump and a quiet “help.” In there it’s furious, barely contained thunder. I get it. You’re mad. You don’t understand yet. But I’ve waited longer for less before. You’re still everything to me and I’ll wait till the end of time if I have to. I have all the time in the world. You’d passed out. It made me sick to my stomach to see you like that but it made it easier to get you here. To this room, this place, that not even my brother knows about. You gave me time. More than enough time to lock the door, go back to the library and clear up your plate. I dogeared the page in your book too because you hate losing your place, and tucked the thing in my back pocket. I hate it. Removing the trace of you like you don’t live here. Pretending you weren’t here to begin with. But I missed the clues before, that doesn’t mean Sam will miss them for a second time. At the very least it needs to look like you haven’t been here in a while. We need our time alone. Finally, it happens. Maybe I closed my eyes for a minute or maybe you gave up before I finished drinking. The ‘help’ that you’d screamed becomes something else. A pleading shout in there and whisper from out here, “Dean!?” I give it another minute. You should take a few more breaths now that you’re calm. You say it again, resigned, “Dean?!” Fuck, I still love it when you say that. I’m not, say, an idiot. I know that putting you in here, like this, is like trying to trap a storm in a box. A damn stupid idea. I took precautions, obviously. There’s a set of cuffs around your wrists. Not tight enough to pinch, never. But tight enough to keep your hands in front of you, for now, and make sure you’re not going to lash out when I open that door. Actually looking at you when I slip inside is worse than listening to you out there. I stand against the door so the illusion of escape isn’t tempting you to try anything. What I never expected was the way you slink away from me. Even if I'm across the room. Your eyes widen and you cower into the corner of the couch. Never taking your eyes off me, which means I don’t miss the way they swim with fear. “I’m not going to hurt you Y/N, I would never. Not really.” “How long Dean?” Your body, face, features might be scared of me but your voice is as hard as the metal at my back. “What?” “How long are you going to keep me locked up in here like a criminal? When you’re the one who.. how long?” I need to separate this version of you from the one who told me she loved me days ago. The only way I can manage that is by dragging my hand down my face, taking you out of my sight for a second. “This is temporary, we need time to talk. I had to stop you leaving.” Not letting an easy nickname slip from my mouth is a very conscious effort. I’ve already seen you flinch from me once today, I don’t need to see that shit again. “Temporary? We need to talk?” Each repetition sounds less like a question and more like bad news. You’re distracted enough by anger that you forget to be scared of me. You pick yourself up from the seat you’re in, shaking your wrists in midair. “I’m handcuffed. You put me in a choke hold Dean. You… you…” “I’m sorry. Please try to understand.” “Tell me you didn’t do it. Just tell me this is all some drunk nightmare and put me back in bed. Say the words.” You take another step, pleading through the metal on your wrists, “tell me you didn’t kill Carl. That you didn’t kill Steve.” The pause is long enough for you to figure out my answer. You know the answer already. “Technically the witch killed Carl.” A scream comes out of you, born in the depths of your soul, primal and painful. “Baby please, you gotta understand. I did it all for you. To protect you. Carl and Steve were bad news. You needed me to save you.” “SAVE ME? DOES THIS LOOK SAVED TO YOU, DEAN?” Your connected arms motion wildly to the red around your throat and shake the cuffs for extra effect. “Carl was a cheating assface but you know what most people do? They break up with the cheating assface not have them killed by fucking magic!” This is fine, it’ll be fine. You’re not calm yet. I tried to pull the band aid off too quickly. “You need some time. ’S fine. You’ll understand soon.” As my hand goes for the door your anger becomes fear. “No! Dean! Don’t leave me in here again. Please don’t leave me in here!” Closing that door on you, hearing the heavy lock followed by your dulled sobs, breaks my fucking heart.

The next few days are harsher than I could have imagined. You refuse to look at me, talk to me, or otherwise acknowledge my existence. The blanket I bring you to sleep with gets thrown off your shoulders whenever I come in. You know, in case I find out you’ve actually been using it to keep warm. You never rush for the food or drink I bring you, electing to wait till I’m good and gone before you admit defeat and eat.

You don’t get it Y/N, I'm trying to take care of you. I’m only trying to give you the time to get your head around this. God, I wanted to give you all the time you need but now my patience is starting to wear thin.

I’ve been sitting in the room on a wooden chair, leaning against the door for an hour now. The trick is to have a book to read but yours is in my back pocket again, all I need to do is wait out your boredom.

There’s this big exasperated sigh from your direction before you say anything. “Have I behaved enough to get these off yet?”

You’re holding up your wrists, which I can see are red and angry underneath the cold metal still tugging at them. “Shit, yeah.” I prepare myself for the flinch again. It’s a pleasant surprise when I make contact with your skin and you don’t move an inch. It’s not the same as when you’d lean into my touch, not yet anyway, but this is still good. We really can get there again, together.

“Thanks.” You’re tight-lipped and the word is clipped. It’s still progress. It’s still you talking to me more than you had.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” I try my luck, your icy reception to the nickname is better than it had been. “I didn’t mean to leave you in them so long, was waiting till you calmed down.” The cuffs get thrown on the desk across the room hoping that I can finally start showing you the way back to me.

You choke out a harsh laugh, “yeah, I’m the one with the problem. My boyfriend murdered two people and almost choked me to death. Sure, I overreacted.”

“But see you still called me your boyfriend.” I try my hand at being playful and I swear the corner of your mouth twitches.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m going crazy in here?” I know you inside and out so I know that you’re joking. Not only are you made of stronger stuff than that but the raised eyebrow says it too.

“Maybe I’ll bring you something to-” the end of my sentence gets lost in the blur that moves in front of me. You’re up, across the room fumbling with the handle of the door and pulling it open. My hand pushes the door closed again before you can get out into the corridor, “why’d you have to go and do that?”

You lean forward, defeated again. Your forehead rests against the cold metal that’s still held closed by my weight. “Because I don’t think you plan on letting me out of here Dean.”

“Of course I am. I still want a life together. I love you. That’s why I won’t put the cuffs back on.”

“You’re cooking? What did Y/N fall and hit her head?” I know Sam means it as a joke but he’s doesn’t understand that it’s too soon for jokes. I can’t laugh this off while you’re still locked in the depths of the bunker and we haven’t laughed together again yet. I’d love nothing more than for you to be here cooking with a smile on your face but you’re not ready to come out yet.

“Y/N’s not here.” I'm sick to my stomach lying about you. I wish I didn’t have to. Wishing is for suckers though.

Sam has one of his goddamn green smoothies in his hands, cold from the fridge, the sight of it makes me frown. It mirrors the frown on his face at you being gone. “Oh is she at work? She didn’t say she was working today.”

Days ago I’d have been feeling warm fuzzies that he cares this much about you, that he knows your schedule. I’d have been happy that the two most important people in my life are becoming important to each other. Now his questions are roadblocks. My throat itches with the lies I’m about to tell. “Actually, she went home for a while.”

“I thought she was moving in?”

“Yeah, well, she still had a few more weeks on her lease and we had a fight about some dumb shit. She’s cooling off.” Not a whole lie. In fact, none of it is really a lie. You do have a few weeks left on the house but I never said that’s where you are. We did have a fight, you are cooling off. Sam is going to piece the rest together from the way I’m staring into this pan of bacon like a sad sack of shit.

He wants to say he told me so, probably. He’s the one who asked us if we were moving too fast.

That’s not what comes out of his mouth. He lays a hand on my shoulder and squeezes to let me know he’s there, “I’m sorry. I know you and Y/N were happy but I’m sure she’ll come back. She really seems like she loves you.”

I must look pathetic if Sam has gone straight to talking me down from the ledge. Despite myself, despite trying to contain myself, I can’t help the way I turn my head to him, “really? You think she loves me?”

Oh god, I am pathetic. Only for you Y/N.

“Are you kidding me? I thought you had a crush and then I saw the way she looks at you.” It’s innocuous in how casual he is. Sam sees it that easily. Black and white. While I’m standing here with a slither of a doubt, that maybe you’re not the one, he reminds me that you’re the only one. He reminds me of something I’ve forgotten after days of keeping you locked up. We're meant to be.

You love me Y/N. Not because your life has got so much better since I was in it. Not because I treat you like you always hoped you’d be treated. You love me because you see me. And you’ve seen me at my worst now, that version of myself I justified being to protect you. The guy who put hands on you, albeit temporarily, to stop you from hurting yourself.

Running would have hurt you. And by keeping you here instead you’ve seen all of me. Your hero, your boyfriend and now, your protector. You loved me before and if you still love me it’s only a matter of time till we’re fixed.

Sam smiles encouragingly. The one he saves for people who are freaking out while they explain the impossible thing they saw. He even looks down at the bacon in the pan like he’s happy that I’m happy, which is never how Sam looks at bacon. The food is for you but he can’t know that.

He stops as he’s halfway out the room. “Hey, I was going to head out for a few hours this afternoon, catch a movie, you wanna come?”

“Nah, Sammy. I’m good.” An afternoon where I won’t have to explain my disappearing act to Sam.

Sam’s been gone a few hours already and other than some time when I brought you lunch I’ve left you alone so far. I gave you your book and watched your face light up like it used to when you saw me. It’s a start so I didn't push anything. Left you alone to read. Slow and steady wins the race.

Now my brother will be home soon. I want to see you again before I have to eat dinner with him and pretend everything is above board. I need my fix.

Here’s the thing that I’m not expecting. The smile on your face when I walk in. It's half convincing me that I hit my head on the hunt and everything since has been a nightmare.

“Dean! Finally, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Your reception is everything I've been waiting for too. You’ve been in here almost five days now and the progress has been too slow. I was starting to worry that no matter how much I loved you maybe too much of you had been chipped away and yet, here you are. Dog-earing the page of your book and standing up to meet me. You’re shaking a little, rattled with nerves but there’s a smile on your face that tells me not to worry.

“I've been thinking and I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart, what are you talking about?” I’m still being careful about touching you. Your hands are trembling by your sides like you’re worried about the same thing.

You take in this big breath, “I- I think I get it now. I was hurt before, about you lying to me, and I was shocked. But then I'm sitting here eating the food you brought me and reading my book that you’d saved my place in, and something clicked. I was scared you know? Not because of what you did but scared because honestly, you’re the first person who has ever loved me this much. You take care of me, you’ve always taken care of me. And I was afraid to let you do that because maybe I didn't believe I deserved you. It's weird to say considering everything but you're actually good for me."

I close the gap between us with a step and raise my hand to cup your cheek. You lean into my touch like it’s home. “But I pulled some shit. I killed people in your name. You’ve gotta hate me?”

I’m giving you an out Y/N. This one out.

“I don’t know if it’s possible to hate you. How could I hate someone who wants to look after me like you do? Dean, I love you.” You say it softly, a whisper, a secret. Through lips that are parting for me.

Leaning down to kiss you is everything I’ve wanted to do since I got back from that hunt. This once, I let myself have what I want. My other hand comes up to hold you so I've got your whole face in my hands while I taste you again. Your lips are as soft and inviting as I remember. Your tongue is eager and this kiss? This kiss couldn’t lie. This is how I know you’re still mine. You're my perfect fit.

And then metal closes around my wrists. You’re quick and you snap the cuffs until they hurt. I didn't know you were this good a fucking actress Y/N with your mouth still pressed against mine as you trap me in.

“What the fuck? Baby?” I splutter as I stumble a little, not far back enough. In the next moment, you raise a knee to my balls and holy fuck, there's so much anger behind it. You want to cause me pain. I can suffer it from evil sons of bitches trying to kill me but you?

“You’re a monster, Dean.” You bitterly spit in my direction as I sink to my knees. “Jesus, how I could I ever love you?”

That’s the last thing I hear before a wooden drawer is smashed over my head.

Continue to Epilogue

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[occasionallyanauthor]

So This is Love

1,366 words

Taegi modern-day Cinderella AU

Constructive criticism is welcome, but please don’t be super harsh this is my first fic.

So This is Love: Kim Taehyung was effortlessly beautiful and could steal anyone’s man in a heartbeat. One problem: his brothers Seokjin and Namjoon had him deal with the brunt of the housework. Taehyung never leaves the house except to go to the market and search for his prince charming, his knight in shining armor. Little does Taehyung know his prince lives next door.

or: the very, very loosely based cinderella taegi au in which kim taehyung is an idiot and min yoongi is certified boyfriend material.

        Dishes. Taehyung’s worst fear (not really, but they were his least favorite chore). The sink was loaded up high and the dishwasher had broken the day before. Shit. He got to work, mentally rearranging his schedule and eventually deciding his trip to the farmer’s market and grocery store would have to wait until tomorrow, even though he was out of sugar and needed some to complete the icing for his brother Jin’s birthday. Taehyung decided to ask one of his neighbors, but who to ask: the grouchy old couple on the left or the mystery man on the right that he’d only ever seen the day he moved in? Mystery man it is Taehyung decided seeing as it was the safest option. The couple would only bash him for not being married at the ripe old age of 21. How caring. 

     Yoongi’s doorbell rang around 5:00 o’clock on a lazy Saturday night, and he expected none other than the pizza guy at his door. He did not expect to open the door to see the male Aphrodite reincarnate at his door. He also did not expect an energetic pomeranian to be nipping at his toes. “Tannie! Don’t bite the neighbor!” Taehyung scolded, but Yeontan was relentless in his attack so Taehyung settled for holding him instead. “Hello?” Yoongi questioned, slightly shy at the fact that this beautiful man was in front of him while he was wearing a pair of ill-fitting sweatpants and an old university hoodie. “Ah. Hello. Sorry about Yeontan, he gets to hyper sometimes. Uh, I’m from next door and I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of sugar and I just feel so-” “Yeah that’s fine. Come in,” Yoongi interrupted before Taehyung could get more flustered than he already was. Poor boy was shaking about as much as a leaf in the wind. 

     Taehyung felt grateful for that as he followed Yoongi to his kitchen and promptly took a seat at the breakfast bar with Yeontan in his arms. “I’m Kim Taehyung by the way, sorry for not introducing myself earlier. And this is my fluffy baby Yeontan. Sorry again about him biting at your toes, I haven’t had the time to teach him any manners.” “No, it’s fine. I’m surprised my dog Holly wasn’t up and at the door the second I opened it. I’m Min Yoongi. Also, may I ask why you need the sugar? You can have it, but I want to know why.” “It’s my brother Seokjin-hyung’s birthday and I ran out of sugar and didn’t have enough for the icing and I didn’t have enough time to go into town.” Yoongi hands Taehyung the sugar and his phone too, with a mumbled “in case you ever need more sugar.” Taehyung smiled at that, not believing that the cute, fair-skinned boy in front of him wanted his number. Taehyung put in his name and number, along with a cake emoji for good measure. Yoongi blushed and saw him out the door. When the doorbell rang about 5 minutes later, Yoongi was hopeful for Taehyung, but alas it was the pizza gut he had waited so long for.

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     It was a rainy Friday when Taehyung next showed up at Yoongi’s doorstep with Yeontan in tow, claiming that he needed butter. Okay, so he didn’t really need butter but he can’t help coming over, the mystery man is really cute and it’s not like he has the time to go in town and get in on the action. So once in the kitchen, Taehyung tells Yoongi that he doesn’t need butter but just wanted an excuse to come and see him, to which Yoongi just smiles and laughs, his gums on full display. Taehyung’s chest flutters and butterflies erupt in his stomach only to realise that oh no, I have a crush on the not so mystery man. 

     “So,” Yoongi starts, “Why didn’t you just text me?” “It’s not the same.” “Okay, so why not call me?” “It’s still not the same.” “Okay, so how about facetime?” “Hyung!” Taehyung groans, “It’s just not the same.” Yoongi giggles (giggles), and Taehyung thinks that this may be the sweetest torture one could ever endure. 

     They talk for hours, and Yeontan and Holly play together on the floor. Yoongi learns that Taehyung’s birthday is coming up in the next couple of weeks and that Taehyung will be 22 and almost every aspect of Taehyung’s bright, colorful life (Taehyung makes it seem like that, even though all he ever does is be a glorified housewife). Taehyung learns that Yoongi is a composer and songwriter for some of Korea’s finest agencies and that Yoongi’s cheeks are in fact as squishy as they look. 

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It’s Taehyung’s birthday and Yoongi comes over that morning to find him doing chores. Unacceptable. So, much to Taehyung’s dismay, Yoongi takes his ‘new best friend’ (Taehyung’s words, not his) out to town to have some fun for his birthday. Yoongi makes sure that they stop by the grocery store and get butter and sugar before heading of to the farmer’s market to fill the depleted shelves of the Kim household’s pantry. Yoongi also takes Taehyung clothes shopping because all the boy ever wears are white t-shirts and some old grey sweatpants. Yoongi buys everything before Taehyung can so much get his wallet out, so Taehyung insists on paying for lunch. The two of them meet up with some of Yoongi’s other friends and Taehyung’s old friend. Taehyung was shocked to see his old friend Park Jimin sitting at the table, and introduced Taehyung to Jeon Jeongguk, his boyfriend who also happened to be a friend of Yoongi’s. Yoongi’s other friend Jung Hoseok was there. They ate lunch at a cafe and reminisced of the old times until Taehyung got a phone call from his brother Namjoon asking where he was. Taehyung said he had to leave, but Yoongi insisted on taking him one more place. They ended up in front of a shoe store, where Yoongi bought Taehyung some nice sneakers to wear instead of the same worn-down ones he always wore. 

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     It was around 7:00 pm that night when Yoongi texted Taehyung asking him to come over, and to ‘wear something nice.’ Taehyung wore his new sneakers (a prized possession of his), a sweater, and some jeans. Taehyung walked to Yoongi’s house and barely opened the door before a chorus of “Surprise!” rang out. Taehyung nearly cried, it was his first birthday party since his parents had died. Yoongi whisked him away and they sat at a table with Jimin, Jeongguk, and Hoseok. They drank until nearly midnight, and Taehyung had realized how late it was. His brothers were going to be pissed with him being out so late, claiming that he was neglecting his duties and disobeying his curfew. Even though he was now 22, his brothers still treated him like a child and never let him go out and do anything by himself. Taehyung saw that the clock had just struck midnight and bolted out the door, losing a shoe in the process. Taehyung returned home a little late, and his brothers decided to punish him by locking him in his room. 

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     Taehyung swore he was going to die of boredom. He was alone in his room without his phone and without connection to the outside world. Well, he was until there was a yell, a crash, and the sound of footsteps clamoring up the stairs. Taehyung stayed still, afraid he was in yet more trouble. However, Taehyung was nothing but relieved when he saw Yoongi open the door. “Yoongi-hyung! What are you doing here?” “Returning your shoe,” Yoongi said, while slipping it onto Taehyung’s foot. “Y-Yoongi-hyung?” “Taehyung,” Yoongi started, “When you first came to my door asking for sugar I thought ‘I really like this guy.’ Now, Tae, (Taehyung giggled at that nickname) I think I more than like you. Taehyung, I think I love you. Will you be my boyfriend?” Taehyung gasped (only a little bit since he wasn’t that surprised) and leaned down to Yoongi. He whispered a yes, and the two shared a kiss on the floor of his bedrooom.

[haha-bri]

Chapter 2 is Up!

WE Can Work It OutI’m so grateful that the feedback on my AO3 account is pretty much enjoyable to read. And now I’m posting the second chapter of my Maylor Fanfiction! I’m so excited to share this and you can read it here. 

But, I’ll post it here as well so... hope you enjoy it! 

We Can Work It Out

Chapter 2:  Got A Suspicion but You Just Can't Find It Up Your Sleeve

“Roger?”

The blonde man didn’t dare to turn his body and faced his best friend, Deacy. He knew that the younger male now was suspicious as hell and he didn’t want to be interrogated by the bass player. He could feel Brian was also tensed up next to him. The taller man was actually holding his breath, not daring to move as well.

But, Roger didn’t want raise another suspicion from Deacy and with that, he turned to face Deacy. He saw his best friend’s face was showing a lot of question but Roger didn’t have the answer. It was now Brian’s turn that was facing Deacy and he could see Deacy raised his eyebrows, looking utterly confused at both of his best friends.

“Hey, Deacy.” Roger said cheerfully. He could sense Brian was cursing under his breath and Deacy’s face was getting more confused and suspicious at the same time. He could feel Deacy was staring right at both of them. Roger’s blonde hair was a total mess, his lips were swollen because Brian decided to bit his lips during their make out session earlier, and Roger’s usually pale face was now flushed pink. They both knew that they were fucked but they just didn’t want to admit it yet.

The silence was deafening and Roger could only swallow a huge lump down his throat. He just couldn’t help but bit his already swollen bottom lip because Deacy could be a little intimidating sometimes. Deacy might be the quietest member of the band and didn’t say a lot of things, but once he was making a serious face, he could be a little intimidating. That was why Roger didn’t want to mess with the youngest member of the band. It was better to be judged by Freddie who had a lot of energy and a lot of confidence to said it out loud, rather than being judged by Deacy because he would only look at you until you squirmed and felt uncomfortable under his gaze. And that was Roger’s and Brian’s situation right now.

“I don’t know you’re here, Rog. I thought you’re out with Fred or in your own flat?” Deacy asked oh so calmly and that made both older men felt so uneasy. Not to mention now Roger was holding Brian’s – well, his – dirty clothes.

“Um… Roger is going to help me to do my laundry. I texted him earlier and now we’re going downstairs to do it.” Brian smiled nervously. Deacy squint his eyes and Brian knew that Deacy didn’t believe him a hundred percent. He could see Roger was nodding along.

“You? Roger Taylor? Helping Brian May doing his laundry? Are you high?” sarcasm was spilling hot out of Deacy’s mouth and that made Roger’s heart dropped a little. Yeah, he couldn’t blame Deacy, though. Everybody knew that Roger was so lazy to do his own laundry even sometimes he asked Brian or Freddie to do it. That was why Roger was a little amused by Freddie who believed him just like that earlier.

“Uh… yeah. We were drinking some beer earlier in my flat and I, uh, kind of spilled some beer on his clothes. So, I offered him to clean his shirt because I felt guilty.” Roger blushed at his own lies. Wow, he was on fire today. How could he be so smooth lying to Deacy and Freddie? But, judging by Deacy’s look right now, he knew that he wasn’t that smooth. Even though Deacy was only nodding, but that made Roger actually felt so uneasy and he could feel his hands were getting wet. Why? He was sweating his ass off when he was lying, especially lying to John Deacon.

“Sure, sure.” Judging by the tone of Deacy’s voice, both men knew that Deacy didn’t believe either Brian or Roger, especially Roger. But they knew that Deacy was not that kind of person who wanted to know everything. So, after he shrugged his shoulder, Deacy decided to leave his best friends alone. The young bass player was going back to his bedroom and both Roger and Brian could sigh in relieve.

“We’re so lucky.” Brian mumbled and Roger could only chuckle.

“Yeah, Deacy can be an intimidating little bitch sometimes.” Roger said and Brian was laughing. But, they also heard Deacy yelled, “I heard that!” from his bedroom and Brian was laughing louder and Roger could only slap the older man’s chest. But Brian only hugged him and Roger couldn’t help but buried his head into Brian’s embrace. Roger smiled when he could feel Brian planted a kiss on top of his head and he knew everything would be fine.

***

Roger woke up the next with a groan when he heard something crashing from the kitchen. The loud sound was followed with Freddie’s curse and one of his cats was meowing to Freddie. Roger just rubbed his sleepy eyes and grabbed his robe to cover his bare chest and his cute little boxer. He emerged from his bedroom with grumpy face and he could see Freddie dropped a plastic bowl full of cat food. He also cursed under his breath because, man, his ass was burning like hell. It reminded him of Brian and his big cock. Roger just shook his head to clear his head and not thinking about Brian.

“What the hell are you doing, Fred? It’s… a half past six in the morning!” Roger glanced toward a clock on the wall and Freddie was only smiled innocently.

“I tried to feed my cats but I’m too sleepy and you know, one thing led to another…” Roger just rolled his blue eyes and mumbled something incoherent. Now that he was already up, he decided to make a cup of tea and grabbed some ingredients to make a French toast. Usually, Deacy and Brian would have breakfast at their flat and cooked for them but right now, Roger didn’t want to waste his morning time.

Freddie had finished cleaning up his own mess and now had been successfully feeding his adorable cats in the corner of the room. The older man decided to join Roger making his own tea and decided to eat cereal for breakfast. While eating his breakfast, Freddie couldn’t help but watching Roger who was standing awkwardly, waiting for his toasts was done. Freddie raised one of his eyebrows when he saw Roger walked rather funny and… was he limping?

But before Freddie asked anything to Roger, their front door was opened by Brian and Deacy. They were looking like they had a decent sleep and fresh for early morning like this. Well, both of them were an early bird so it was not a surprise that they were already up with a smile on their face. Brian and Deacy were a little bit shocked when they saw Roger was standing next to the stove, trying to flip some French toast. They knew Roger didn’t get up before 9 AM. So, looking at Roger had been up two hours earlier was a miracle.

“You up, Rog?” Brian was now standing way too close to Roger while Deacy was next to Brian, pouring himself a hot water to make his own tea. Roger opened his eyes when he heard Brian’s voice next to him and he blushed like a teenage girl. He was dying to kiss Brian right now but he didn’t want to risk it. Deacy and Freddie were there and Roger was not in the mood to be interrogated.

“Morning. Tea?” Roger offered his lover a cup of tea and Brian nodded with a cute smile on his face. Damn, Roger needed some self control before jumped to his Brian and kissed him until both of them passed out. How could Brian be that cute in the morning?

“Do you want some toast, Bri? I make some.” Roger asked Brian who was now busying himself pour milk to his tea. Roger felt like a housewife, offering breakfast to his husband and man, he needed to stop thinking a lot of ridiculous idea.

“I would like to have some. Here, let me help you,” Brian offered and Roger was more than happy to do so. He felt like he was on his own world when he was with Brian. He almost forgot that the other two bandmates were right behind them. But, thankfully, Deacy was too busy scrolling some news on his phone while Freddie was too busy opening his tumblr page.

“I wouldn’t mind a French toast, Bri,” Deacy said from the table, his eyes were never leaving his phone screen. Brian just rolled his eyes and answered, “Why don’t you make your own, Deacs?”

Brian’s answer definitely made Deacy forgot about his morning news and now Deacy looked at Brian oddly. He raised an eyebrow with a questioning look and he opened his mouth, “Well, you were offering Roger earlier. I don’t think it’s a big deal if you make some for me too,” And with that, Brian’s cheeks were flushing with embarrassment. He could hear Roger whispered, “Way to go to, mate.” And Brian just slapped Roger’s ass softly. Roger yelped in surprise and he couldn’t help but groan. It still hurt from their activity yesterday and Roger just glared at Brian who was now smiling like an idiot. They didn’t realize that Freddie and Deacy now were looking at him with a face full of confusion.

“You two seem odd. What’s going on?” Freddie asked after sipped his tea. Deacy nodded along and he sipped his own tea.

“Boy, this tea is hot this morning,” Deacy mumbled but a little louder when he set down his cup. Freddie chuckled at Deacy’s remark and the oldest member of the band nudged him. Earning a wink from Deacy.

“What’s going on? What do you mean?” Brian chuckled nervously when Freddie and Deacy now looked at them like a police in an interrogation room.

“Well, you’re standing next to Roger way too close and Roger doesn’t seem to mind at all. You slapped his ass earlier and Roger seemed like… how do I say this… enjoy it?” now Freddie was smirking like a Cheshire Cat. Roger’s eyes widened when Freddie mentioned the last part and he could feel his cheeks were burning red. And Brian? Well, Brian seemed like he lost his ability to talk.

“What? We’re not standing too close. And no, Brian didn’t slap my ass and I definitely didn’t enjoy anything!” Roger tried to defend himself while inching a little bit further from Brian. He also didn’t want to make it too obvious. Brian understood Roger’s gesture and did the same thing.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Where’s my goddamn French toast?” and of course, Deacy only cared about his freaking French toast. You didn’t want to mess with hungry Deacy.

“Coming right up, Mr. Deacon! And you, Mr. Mercury, can shut up!” Brian was pointing at Freddie who was only laughing and he took another sip of his tea.

“You know that this conversation isn’t over yet, Mr. May, Mr. Taylor.” Freddie said with a smirk. Roger hated that smirk. Freddie was that kind of friend who was so nosey and he didn’t give up so easily.

“Just eat your goddamn cereal so we can get ready for rehearsal!” and with that, they started to eat their breakfast.

[fatestemptress]

Paramount Remembrances - Chapter 3

Summary: Dean Winchester has reached a point in his life where he doesn’t have many firsts left to fulfill.  Except maybe falling in love.  This is the story of how he got there.

Warnings: Smut. Lots and lots of smut.  Oral (male & female receiving).  Dry humping.  Backseat sex. Teaching/Guiding. 18 Plus ONLY! 

Pairings: Young Dean x OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean x Reader (Eventually)

Word Count On this Chapter: 1,857

A/N: This fic is getting waayyy longer than I intended.  Trying to condense it, but it’s getting away from me and the plot bunnies keep bouncing around in my brain.  Sorry?

Dean was nineteen when an older woman taught him how to eat a girl out.

He had been helping his dad gather up information on a case, posing as a college kid who worked for the school paper. When he went to interview one of the women who witnessed objects flying around a room on their own in her friend’s house, he figured he’d see a housewife with an apron on and a spatula in hand.  

Instead, the woman who had opened the door had been breathtaking.  

Her bright green eyes had practically fucking sparkled and her silky long brown hair had surrounded her face in waves.  Her body was encased in a stretchy black pencil skirt with a white button up tucked in. The highest pair of black heels Dean had ever seen on a woman finished off the outfit and it wasn’t hard to picture them up in the air and over his shoulders.

A dazzling smile shot out at him as she placed an earring in her ear, seemingly in the midst of getting ready to go out, “Hi, can I help you?”

“Ummmm, yeah, Mrs. Lyla Fitzgerald?”

She smiled again, “Ms. Lyla Fitzgerald, actually. But yes, what can I do for you?”

Dean scratched behind his ear as he nervously adjusted his jacket, “I, uh, my name is Dean and I work for the college paper and I was wondering if you’d have the time to answer a few questions about the strange occurrences at your friend Jackie Silverstein’s house.”

Lyla gave him a good look from the bottom of his scuffed boots to the tip of his slightly indented nose before opening the door, gesturing for him to come in.

A wave of expensive perfume hit his nose as he passed her, and Dean took a deep breath of it in, “Thanks for sparing some time for me Ms. Fitzgerald.  I appreciate it.”

“Please.  Call me Lyla.”  She led him to her kitchen and gestured to the breakfast bar where there were four bar stools, “You’re making a twenty-eight-year-old feel like she’s in her fifties.”

Dean let a lazy grin slide over his face, “Apologies, Ms., uh, Lyla.”

She leaned over the counter on the other side of him, effectively affording him a view down her white button-down shirt and he had to force his gaze back up to her amused, knowing ones.

“No apologies necessary, Dean.  Now, what can I do for you?”

Turned out there was a lot she could do for him.

Lyla had invited him back to the house that night stating she had something for him that may help his article.  

She had answered the door with nothing on but a short silky black robe, those sexy as fuck heels and a glass of white wine in her hand.

Needless to say, when she had smiled and reached up to bring his lips down to hers, the sweet taste of wine on her tongue permeating his mouth, he hadn’t stopped her.

And when she leaned over the kitchen counter and lifted that silk black robe to reveal her clean-shaven pussy, Dean had eagerly run his fingers over her folds before taking her against the counter.

Later, in her bedroom, after having had those black heels by his ears as he had mouthed at her smooth calf and thrust in wild abandon into her wet core, Lyla turned to Dean and licked at a droplet of sweat on his neck, “I wanna come again.”

Dean let out a small laugh, “You’re gonna have to give me a few minutes, Sweetheart.”

She licked down his chest and swirled a tongue over his flat nipple, “Just eat me out, honey.  And then when you’re ready we’ll fuck again.”

A blush ran up his face and he swallowed hard, “I, uh, haven’t ever, I mean…”

Lyla sat up and stared at him, “You’ve never gone down on a woman before?”

He cleared his throat, “Uh, no.”

“Well, do you want to learn?”

His eyebrows scrunched together as his embarrassment was quickly overruled by intrigue, “You’d do that?”

“Oh honey, I will be happy to give you the gift that keeps on giving.”

The next thing he knew he was leaning up against her headboard, with her back leaning against his chest and her firm body tucked in between his legs, a wet washcloth in her hands as she guided his hand over core, “We’re gonna make sure you’re first experience is memorable.  Trust me if you’re not ready for it, the taste of condom isn’t cute.”

He nodded watching over her shoulder as the white washcloth rubbed against her hairless pussy, wiping away the essence of their earlier coupling, and he couldn’t help but bring his free hand up to her bare breast and pinch a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmm, that feels good.” Lyla purred and threw the washcloth somewhere on her bedroom floor, “Now, first things first.  Let me introduce you to the most important part of a women’s anatomy.  The clitoris.”

She brought a hand down and separated her folds with two fingers, “You see that little bud right there? If you rub or suck it just right, you can make a woman’s eyes cross.  Now give me your hand.” Lyla guided his long fingers over to her mouth, “Nobody likes a dry pussy.”  She tilted her head back to look at him as she sucked his three middle fingers into her mouth and licked at the pads with a practiced tongue and Dean could feel his half hard cock swelling to full size.

“Fuck, Lyla.  That’s hot.”

She hummed around his fingers before letting them go with a pop and bringing them to the now hard button at the top of her heat.  She helped him press down and roll his fingers over it as her hips canted up slightly into the movements, “Start out nice and slow.  This is a sensitive area and some women can’t even have direct pressure on it.  Always, always pay attention to your partner’s reactions.”  

Dean leaned his chin on her shoulder watching his fingers intently, his breaths leaving in jagged puffs of air, “You seem to be just fine with it.”

“Mmmm, that’s cause I’m a woman who loves it hard and rough.  Not all of those college girls will be able to appreciate a good hard fuck just yet. Now, let’s bring your fingers down to the hole and dip them in.  Oh, yeah, just like that.  Let’s get all that wetness and bring it back to the top.  Press a little harder this time.”

Soon, Dean could feel how big her clit had swelled as he finger fucked her with one hand and rubbed at the top of her heat with the other.  His hips were moving involuntarily as he rubbed his hard cock against her back.  Meanwhile, Lyla had thrown her head against his shoulder and was thrusting her hips into his touch, her hands caressing her breasts and pinching at her hard nipples.

“Such a good student. That feels so fucking good.”  She moaned one last time before reaching down and staying his hands. She picked up one of his slick laced hands and brought it to his mouth, “Taste it.  If you can’t handle this part, then you won’t be able to eat a girl out properly.  You have to love it.  ‘Cause when you eat a pussy you gotta have your tongue and mouth all up in there.”

Dean obediently opened his mouth and tentatively licked at his fingers.  The salty, sweet taste hit his taste buds and he hummed and opened his mouth wide and, much to Lyla’s delight, sucked the rest of his fingers in, licking away every piece of her essence he could find.

Oh yeah.  He could definitely fucking do this.

“Can I-can I eat you out now?”

Lyla’s eyes closed as she shifted her legs against the ache in her core, “Get your ass down there already.”

Dean eagerly slid his way out from behind her and lay on his stomach in front of her open legs, “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

A small laugh left Lyla’s lips as she looked down into Dean’s grin.  She caressed his cheek in her hand before pulling him towards her, “Give me one long lick first.  Start from the bottom to the top.  Then suck right here.  Hard.”

Dean stared into Lyla’s core with a little bit of apprehension.  He wanted to do this.  But he wanted to do it right.  

Lyla seemed to sense his hesitation and reached down and opened herself up to him, “Right here, Honey. Put your tongue here first.”

Dean looked up into her eyes and gently placed her legs over his shoulders.  At her encouraging wink, he leaned forward and opened his mouth and stroked his tongue just as she asked for before sucking her clit into his mouth.

It was so erotic yet so intimate.  Putting his mouth on her core, tasting her sweet and salty essence, feeling her legs tense around him in pleasure as she leaked more of her excitement onto his tongue; all of it made his cock swell even further and he groaned against her as he rolled his tongue around her clit and sucked again.

Lyla let out a deep breath, “Mmmm, just like that, Honey.”  

It wasn’t too long later that Dean had two fingers deep inside Lyla’s soaking wet core, rubbing against the rough  spot she had led him to, rapidly moving them in and out as he eagerly sucked and licked at her clit, moaning as she grabbed at the short strands of his hair, “Oh my God. Yes!  Take your other hand and rub right there with your thumb. Harder.  FUCK YES!”

Lyla’s hips thrust up into Dean’s face as she came, her body shuddering in completion.  She rolled her hips against his tongue once more before stopping him, “Okay, okay.”  She gasped out, “Very sensitive.”

Dean licked his lips and grinned up at her, “Sooooo….was that good?”

She smiled back, “Fucking awesome.  You’re a natural.  I’ll give you an A plus plus.”

He sat up and fist pumped into the air making Lyla laugh at his antics, until her eyes strayed down to the leaking hard-on he was sporting, “Looks like someone is ready to make another appearance.  Come here.”

Dean spent the rest of the night being fucked and sucked into a different dimension.  He left Lyla’s house two days later with a new appreciation for a woman’s body and with skills that would stay with him for life.

His father had solved the case without him, sans any notes Dean may have provided.

It had been worth having his father berate him for hours about disappearing and being responsible about checking in.  He had listened and nodded and Yes Sir’d at all the right times.  

But inside he was smiling so hard he was surprised he wasn’t fucking glowing.  

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Dean was twenty-three when he learned the old adage, “Be careful of the quiet ones.”, was true.

Chapter 4

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