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WILLOW CAN I JUST SAY AKSNSKDN when i found out the news of His Return ONE OF MY FIRST THOUGHTS WAS i wonder how happy willow is đđ cos for real when i think of bkg i rlly think of you đđ and ur icon change in the server too omg đđ i am so happy heâs back but also so happy heâs back⊠fOR YOU đđ
PLEEEAASEEE SEL AMFNFUSKAKALALAL cue me so scared of what was happening with all might. refreshing twitter. eyes glued to the leaks discord channel. biting my nails. for some reason the connection at my house has been a little flimsy, so when i navigated back to twitter to look at one of panels a little closer, i got a notif for the server with the preview message "HE'S BACK...." AND THEN WHEN I WENT TO CHECK MY DISCORD WAS JUST CONNECTING AND CONNECTING AND CONNECTINGAND INWAS LOSONG MY MIND !!!!!!!! AND THEN MERMIE SENT ME KEYSMASH AND THE PANEL AND IT WAS JUST CONNECTING AND CONNECTING !!!!!
cue me in agony just wanting to witness him for the first time in over 400 days. AND THEN IT CONNECTED AND I WAS literally so happy omg. i'm getting so happy just thinking about it again......HIM COMING IN AT THE FINAL HOUR. WHEN ALL HOPE WAS LOST. HE DESRVES THAT. HE DESERVES THAT MOMENT TO BE A PILLAR OF HOPE TO NOT ONLY HIS BEST FRIEND DEKU BUT ALSO FOR ALL MIGHT. HE'S HERE HE'S BACK.
SEL I CANT I'M LITERALLY SO UNWRLL I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE SO SWEET !!!! WE ARE DANCING AROUND SCREAMING CRYING !!!! HOLDING HANDS !!!!!
#ironically enough i changed my icon before i knew bc i couldnt have a serious conversation about all might dying while having#that little guy grin at me LMAOOOOO#AND THEN HE CAME BACK AND I'M SO GLAD I CHANGED IT#relieved sigh#literally on my drive this morning i started thinking about it again and screamed in the car LOL#he's so good đ„ș he's going to save the day with deku đ„ș they're going to do it together đ„ș#he got to come in at the final hour đ„ș he's going to be a hero đ„ș#i'm dead i have to stop before i go absolutely insane in public rn i'm ao happy#you're so sweet for thinking of me sel i'm so heart warmed !!!!!!!#bnha leaks#bnha manga leaks#bnha spoilers#âż ask willow
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soft boyfriend headcanons with Gojo plezđ„ș
Gojo Satoru ! Boyfriend Headcanons
TW: tons of fluff ig, Set in a real-life au
fem reader
EARLY STAGES OF THE RELATIONSHIP
Heâs not joking when he says it was love at first sight.
But, obviously, you brush him off as a total player.
Not convinced by his confession in the slightest, you reject him multiple times.
Like, come onâŠÂ thatâs the schoolâs number one pretty boy, known for having a new girl on his arm every other week or so. You have absolutely zero ambition of being one of them.
You laugh at all his silly gesturesâdumb pick-up lines at parties, flowers, chocolates, and letters in your locker, flirty passerby compliments to and from in between classes.Â
Oh, but then, cue the grandest of all gesturesâŠ
The public massive confession with banners, confetti, a lovesong in the background, and him with a megaphone in the middle of campusâprofessing his undying crush on youâdown on both knees while begging you, âPlease go out with me!â
Youâve never been more embarrassed in all your life. You feel like running away, but how could you say no in front of so many people?
And thatâs how you end up on the first date with him.
He takes you to an amusement park.
You havenât been in ages. It feels strange to be there on a date, older than any of the other kids you see running around with stressed parents on their heels.
It feels like a prank is being pulled. Youâre waiting for the pigâs blood to fall. But halfway through, you somehow end up forgetting all about it.
To your surprise, Gojo actually seems like quite a genuine guy.
Sure, heâs more charm and flirt than deep conversation, but⊠you donât know⊠thereâs something really amazing about him tooâŠ
He doesnât do anything inappropriate.Â
The farthest he goes is holding your hand when pulling you along to the next rollercoaster. And asks to have a taste of your ice cream. He tells you that you have to name the plushie he won for you, Satoruâthen pokes fun at how he tricked you into finally calling him by his first name.
It's funny, but youâd always thought Satoru was a pigheaded jerk, but it turns out heâs actually just a silly boy.
And thereâs something really endearing about it.
It scares you at firstâhow fast and easily you fell in love with him.
You hadnât wanted toâscared heâd drop you like heâd done all those other girls who came before you.
But then you find outâhe hasnât really dated anyone at allâall rumors made by those obsessed with him.
Sure, heâs been confessed to plenty of times, but heâs not about to jump into a relationship with girls heâs never even seen before.
That would be crazy.
âIn all honesty, girls like that kinda scare meâŠâ
You realize your perception of Gojo Satoru couldnât have been any more wrong.
And you only stand to be corrected again and again the more you get to know him better.
Heâs the boy version of âIâm not like other girlsâ
He doesnât like meat, he likes sweetsâfor every meal. Itâs concerning. 2 am convenience store runs are a constant occurrence with him. Itâs a wonder heâs got the body he hasâitâs that boy metabolism.
At parties, he doesnât drink beer, heâll drink little syrupy things instead. Oh, and jello shots. If theyâre all gone, bet that most of than are in Gojoâs stomach.
But he doesnât need to be drunk to be clingy and cuddly and needy and not afraid to show it. However, he does get sloppier after drinkingâall but draping you with his entire weight, kissing any part of you he can get his lips on.
He confesses his love for you every day, hugs you every time he sees you, then whines about how heâs missed youâeven when itâs just been a handful of hours since the last time you saw each other.
When Geto tells the two of you to get a room, Satoru only looks at him sourly and sticks his tongue outâblowing raspberries like a child.
And probably the most surprisingâŠ
He loves anime and manga.
Which isnât really too much of a surprise in and of itself, onlyâŠÂ you didnât realize the extent of his love. In fact, itâs better called an obsession.
He isn't a cool guy at all...
He's a total nerd!
The first time you see his dorm roomâitâs a total mess!
Manga literally litters the floor and bed, even the tall bookshelf he has is prop full.
Whatâs even more surprising is that Shonen Jump isnât in the majority. No, itâs ShĆjo.
He tells you his favorite anime is Ouran High School Host Club and insists you watch it with him.Â
He sings the entire intro almost every single timeâsometimes even the outro.
He says he identifies with the main characterâwhich he obviously feels is Tamaki.
âYouâd make a cute Haruhi, thoughâwe should cosplay for Halloween~â
And heâs not even joking. Heâs bought the costumes before you even agree.
Of course, no one understands who the two of you are supposed to beâdressed in the same school uniforms like two twins.
You also discover his harbored hatred for horror manga. Junji Ito gives him nightmares.
Though you managed to get him to read Death Note after pushing it on him for months.
Heâs so cuteâhis only takeaway isnât about the juxtaposing philosophies or any of the moral dilemmas but how âSuguru is so Light, and Iâm definitely L.â
You find heâll always do thatâdib characters, almost always the main one.
It's a habit that reminds you of childhood, but it seems more than instinctual for Satoru. You donât think heâll ever grow out of it.
When he tells you he wants to be a teacher, you look at him with moon-big eyes.
Heâs never seemed any interested in schoolâhis grades are subpar, if not worse.
He never studies. There are no textbooks or the like on his desk, just more figurines and comics, as well as a dusty gaming station.
But when you take a second to think about it, the more it actually makes sense.
He's strangely great with kids. The girls all squeal over his charm, while the boys all cheer over his coolness.
You tell him heâll be a great teacher, and he proposes to you on the spot.
SOME TIME INTO THE RELATIONSHIP
Obviously, you didnât marry him back then. But you did finally accept being his girlfriend.
You live together now. Which is niceânot so different from living with your best friend.
Movie nights with candy and drinksâyouâve managed to sway him over to enjoy whine.
Rearranging things at home on a whimâoften ending with a stupid layoutâcouch in the kitchen, where it will stay for a couple of days before you both find the energy to move it back.
You go shopping together and often end up buying things that donât at all fit with the rest of the stuff at homeâartwork, pillows, silly little decorations you just couldnât leave the store without.
You share a lot of clothes tooâhoodies, shirts, sweaters. Which he just loves.
Heâs always gushing over you when you wear something he wore the day before.
Heâs an ok cook. He can make the basicsâwok, curry, ramen. His onigiri is never anything to post about, but hey, at least he actually cooks!
The clean-up is well⊠never small.
It doesnât help that heâs always so sleepy after a proper meal, he just tugs you along to bed without putting the washer on.
Sleeping with you in his armsâall limbs tangled around you.
Itâs funny, but youâd think with such a clingy lover-boy like Satoru, heâd come with a side of jealousy, but truly, youâve never ever once seen that shade on him.
Heâs excellent with all your friends and colleagues, even old friends and boyfriends you run into.
Instead of jealousy, he has this air of total easeâa certain smugness in a senseâas if there is nothing to worry about.
It's a trust that he puts in youâa quality that makes him seem so mature even when he often acts anything but.
Being with Satoru is strange. You often forget how old the two of you are. Somehow, he still acts the same way he did when he was in high school.
Taking you on amusement park dates, or to the movies to watch a children's film, or for ice cream in the park like youâre still teenagers.
He did end up becoming a teacher, though. Gojo Sensei.
Sometimes, he makes you call him that in the bedroom.
He teaches at the same high school you went to. He even brought home a girlâs uniform for you to wear.
You told him he was crazy if he thought youâd agree to that, but thenâŠÂ it was his only birthday wish.Â
âYouâre just as cute as you were back thenâI canât believe youâve stuck with me all this timeâI love you so muchââ
Ten years older, and he really hasnât aged much at all...Â
Sometimes, he still cums in his pants after dry-humping.
Surprisingly, he really pulled his act together to teach both physics and gymnastics while sometimes subbing for philosophy.
Itâs crazy, but he actually manages to make physics fun for the students. Several of them, even after graduation, still keep in touch.
It almost feels like the two of you already have kids.
But, of course, itâs nothing compared to when you actually see those two blue lines signaling your pregnancy.
Youâre alone in the bathroom, rereading the instructions over and over.Â
You hadnât wanted to tell Satoruâheâd only insist on watching you pee and being there for the entirety of it. But now that you know for certain it wasnât just a hunch, you really wished he was in there with you.
âTORU!â you yell.
You hear the struggle of slippery steps as he rushes, coming bursting inside in seconds. âWhat!?! What is it?! Are you okay?!?â
You only hold up the pregnancy test youâd kept secret youâd bought.
His eyes are as wide as theyâd been when youâd agreed to move in with him.
âWeâre pregnant?â he all but cheers.
The smile that erupts on his face is nothing short of ecstatic as he kneels before the toilet youâre sitting on, hands holding your thighs as he buries his face between them, chanting âOh my god, ohmygod, omigodââ between kisses. âYouâre serious? Weâre really pregnant?â
When he looks up, heâs crying. âThatâs so greatââ
You have to cup his face in your hands for him not to fall apart.
And the sight is all so reassuring, you have to laugh through the tears on your own face.
You spent the entire day in bed. Satoru with his cheek against your belly and arms wrapped around you, and you with your hands running through his hair as you both discuss baby names.
Surprisingly, it had come as a complete surprise. Not just being pregnant, but the entire gist of itâhaving kids.Â
Both of you have been so wrapped up in each other for the longest timeâthe thought of any other party had been completely lost.
On the other hand, you havenât even gotten married yet.
Satoru doesnât even have a ring, but he proposes to you then anyway.
And even though itâs so impromptu you have to laugh, you still say yes.
After all, you havenât been able to imagine your life without Satoru for a long time.
Actually, you canât even remember ever living a life without him.
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Welcome Home : ÌÌâ Oscar Piastri
summary: as the season comes to an end, oscar finally gets to take you to the place that he calls home đŠđș
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ynusername: 2024 season over and out. so proud of all youâve achieved in papaya this year osc, now to aus and to celebrate in style đ§Ą
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username1: thank you for always being there and giving oscar all the support in the world đ«¶đ»
lilymhe: what am I supposed to do without you for two months đđ
username2: enjoy the holidays yn, you guys deserve the best trips ever!
danielricciardo: Iâm back in aus for a bit too this break, weâll have to meet up!
ynusername: @/danielricciardo we were planning on using this time to get away from you đ
username3: already missing seeing you in the paddock already đ
oscarpiastri: thank you for being by my side for the year, youâre the best my love đ
username4: we all know oscar is already winning with you by his side!!
alex_albon: thanks ynâŠlily is heartbroken without you and apparently now weâve got to arrange a trip to australia asap đ
ynusername: @/alex_albon you know you canât keep us apart for too long!
alexandrasaintmleux: have the best trip ever girlie, canât wait to hear all about it âš
username5: sheâs finally going to australiaâŠthis is beyond exciting!!!
landonorris: just admit it, youâre gutted youâre not gonna see my face for the next few weeks đ
ynusername: @/landonorris idk how Iâm gonna sleep for the next few weeks without your face in my life
username6: canât wait for yn and nicole to drive oscar absolutely insane đđ
username7: get plenty of rest yn, we canât wait to see you next season too đ
iamrebeccad: I already miss you so much itâs not fair!!
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oscarpiastri: a season full of highs and lows and best of all my first race win. thank you for all the support the season, canât wait to see you all in 2025 to do it all over again đ§Ąđïž
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username8: youâve made us all so proud oscar, congrats on such a good season đ§Ą
charles_leclerc: enjoy the time at home my friend, itâs the best time of year!!
landonorris: canât wait for a few weeks of peace and quiet from you and yn đ
oscarpiastri: @/landonorris you say that like you donât third wheel us everywhere we go
username9: enjoy finally getting to go home and seeing your beautiful family!!
ynusername: so proud of how far youâve come this year, canât wait to see how next year unfolds â€ïž
username10: 2025 cannot come soon enoughâŠâł
zbrownceo: so proud of your work this year oscar, have the best winter break with yn đ§Ą
pierregasly: no cheating and getting a head start on that melbourne track whilst youâre there đ
oscarpiastri: @/pierregasly as if I would do such a thingâŠ
username11: manifesting as many podiums as possible for you for next year đđ»
username12: enjoy your time with yn, you guys are the best!
carlossainz55: looking forward to battling you out on track again next year đ€
mclaren: enjoy the break oscar, we canât wait to welcome you back for the 2025 season soon đ§Ąđïž
username13: nothing will ever beat budapest, when you became the budaBEST đ
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oscarpiastri: out of office hours has officially started, so excited to head back home for some rest and recovery with my best friend by my side đŠđșđ„ș
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ynusername: canât wait to explore the place that you call home đ
username14: Iâm so damn excited for you both to get to enjoy home for a little while đ„ș
logansargeant: have the most amazing time and make sure you say hi to mama piastri for me!
oscarpiastri: @/logansargeant đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą
username15: is that a smile I actually see on the face of oscar piastri!?
danielricciardo: hope you guys have the best time, make sure to show yn just how cool us aussies are!!
username16: canât wait to see what you guys get up to, have the best time!
landonorris: no doubt youâll tell me all about it when weâre back at the mtc too đ
oscarpiastri: @/landonorris stop pretending like you wonât ask me all about it anyway đ
username17: oscar the tour guide looks ready to go đ«Ą
alex_albon: not jealous at all that you get to enjoy the winter in the sunshine đ§
oscarpiastri: @/alex_albon Iâll be sure to send you a postcard âïžâ€ïž
username18: Iâm already so in love and theyâve barely posted anything đ«
carmenmmundt: make sure you bring her back in one piece piastri!!
ynusername: @/carmenmmundt youâre so hot when youâre protective đ„
username19: he called her his best friendâŠI canât cope âșïž
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ynusername: my very own personal tour guide, even if he does keep taking me in the wrong direction âš
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oscarpiastri: why you gotta expose me like that for?? đ
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri cause I still donât know how anyone gets lost in this day and age đ
username20: forgive him yn, itâs been a while since he was last home đ
danielricciardo: Iâd love to sympathise but itâs like the easiest place in the world to navigate đ€Šđ»
username21: everyone praise the lord for maps in the 21st century
carmenmmundt: petition for us to go hiking during the race weekend next year đ
ynusername: @/carmenmmundt get your boots ready my friend â°ïž
username22: you guys look so happy, my heart is full đ
landonorris: itâs a good job they have all those signs on track otherwise heâd just end up going round and round đ
username23: patiently waiting for the moment that yn finally gets to meet the piastri clanâŠ
charles_leclerc: i hope you know how gutted my alex is that i took her skiing in the snow instead of somewhere like this đ
ynusername: @/charles_leclerc i guess you just gotta do better leclerc âșïž
username24: those views are incredible, oscar must be picking some great spots đ
lilymhe: these photos are breathtaking omg đ„
username25: where do I sign up to be shown around australia by oscar piastri??? âïž
username26: not oscar forgetting the way round his own hometown đ€Šđ»
iamrebeccad: hurry up and bring your ass back to monaco now pls!!
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ynusername: my first evening with my new second family, thank you for making me feel so welcome âšđ
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username27: omg they finally met đ„șđ„șđ„ș
oscarpiastri: told you theyâd love you, although itâs easy to adore you đ
username28: oscarâs face đ„č I bet he was so proud showing yn off to them all
danielricciardo: look at baby oscar all grown up đ
username29: I just want to hear all the gossip and know that they loved yn as much as we all doâŠ
alexandrasaintmleux: Iâm so pleased it went well gorgeous, tell me all the deets asap đ«¶đ»
username30: I bet she was so nervous to meet them all too đ
username31: canât believe oscar actually sat and let yn take a picture of him like that đ
landonorris: i better still be the number one in mama piastriâs eyes instead of you!!
ynusername: @/landonorris donât tell her i told you but she said you suck đ
username32: not the way she calls them her second family like theyâre already best pals âșïžâșïž
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oscarpiastri: they loved her so much the first time, they invited her back again đ«¶đ»đĄ
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username33: okay Iâm calling itâŠI can hear wedding bells in the future đ
ynusername: i had the best time with you and your family, youâre amazing đ
oscarpiastri: @/ynusername not as amazing as you, thank you for agreeing to come on this special trip đ„ș
username34: i mean itâs impossible not to love yn letâs be honestâŠ
georgerussell63: glad to see you all getting along so well, enjoy the time you have left with the fam my friend!
username35: he looks so proud to have him with her at home đ«
logansargeant: why do i feel as if Iâm no longer the favourite anymore đ
username36: if it looks like Iâve been crying, I have, theyâre just so cute!!
carmenmmundt: Iâll let you off, looks like youâre taking good care of our girl đ
ynusername: @/carmenmmundt heâs an angel i swear đ
username37: if you want to see the definition of goalsâŠhere you are đ€©
landonorris: stop rubbing it in how happy of a relationship youâre in đ
oscarpiastri: @/landonorris this comment couldnât scream more jealous and single if you tried đ
username38: arguably the most beautiful couple to ever grace the world of f1 đ
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obsessed bf!gojo x gn!reader â. based on: 22 - lil candy paint, bhad bhabie
gojo had a bad habit.
a bad habit of blowing up your phone.
it wasnât the 'three texts in a row' kind of blowing up, either.
oh no, gojo satoru didnât do small-scale chaos.
it was an art form for him. the type of masterpiece that made your phone buzz off your nightstand at 3 a.m. with thirty consecutive messages that alternated between blurry selfies, close-ups of his sunglasses, and texts like:
âheyđ (with the intention of getting midnight sushi)â
âdo u think panda would let me dye him pink? đ€â
âpick up plzzz i jsut saw the funniest video on instagram but i accidnetally exited tje app it and cant find it anymore so i'm jsut going to explain it to you in excruciatign detailâ
and tonight was no differentâexcept this time, it came after your first real argument.
you couldnât even remember what had set it off anymore, but it had ended with you storming off and gojo⊠well, doing whatever gojo does when someoneâs mad at him (eating mochi and sulking).
soon enough, after an hour or so of no contact, the first barrage had begun: thirty consecutive texts ranging from the initial
âiâm sorry đ„șđđâ
to a dramatic
âwhy do you hate me? đđ (don't answer that.)â
youâd ignored all of them, determined to let him stew.
but then the calls begun.
ring after ring, voicemail after voicemail, starting out with intense professions of love that slowly faded into desperate pleas for you to call him back, text him back, to respond just once.
and when those went unanswered too, he escalated.
your phone buzzed on your nightstand, flashing yet another text. this time, it came with a photoâgojo lying facedown on what appeared to be megumiâs couch, his hand clutching an empty box of tissues. the caption read:
âiâve been crying for 84 years đą come back plsâ
you rolled your eyes, but found the corner of your mouth twitching up despite yourself. he was impossible.
another buzz. this one said,
âfine if ur not gonna answer just know ur the light of my life and iâll literally wither away like an unwatered houseplant if u donât forgive me soon đ also ur socks are still in my room do u want me to wash them or nahâ
the buzz after that said,
âactually nah i'm not bothered to wash them"
and then another buzz.
"also u look hotter when ur mad đ„°â
the audacity of this man.
you let your impulses get the better of you and texted back a stern "leave. me. alone."
and not even a second later, your phone screen lit up with gojo's face for the umpteenth time.
you groaned, snatching it up and finally swiping to answer to put an end to all of this.
âgojo, what part of âleave me aloneâ donât you understand?!â
âoh my god,â he gasped, his voice overflowing with fake relief. âyouâre alive!â
âiââ
âyou werenât answering, so i thought maybe youâd been kidnapped! or fallen down a well! orââ
âi ignored you,â you interrupted sharply. âon purpose.â
âno yeah, i got that,â he said breezily, completely unfazed. âbut we're talking now! the devil sure does work hard, but gojo works harderrrrr."
"gojoâ"
"so, how much did ya miss me?â
"gojo."
"also did you see my text about the socks?â
"gojo!"
âaaaaand iâm outside your window by the way.â
âyouâre what?â
âoutside!â he chirped back like it was the most normal thing in the world.
sure enough, when you yanked open your curtains, there he wasâgojo satoru, standing on your lawn in a hoodie two sizes too big, clutching a mismatched bouquet of convenience store snacks and flowers that you could just tell he had made himself.
âta-da~!â he grinned into the phone as you watched him hold up the haul like it was an olympic medal. âi come bearing gifts!â
you gawked at him. âare you serious?â
âdeadly,â he said, his smile widening so much you could even see it from your vantage point. âi brought your favourite snacks, and also, i stole these flowers from my neighbourâs garden. donât tell anyone.â
âoh my god.â you smacked your forehead, torn between laughing and drawing your curtains shut. âitâs three in the morning.â
âyeah, well, you didnât answer my texts,â he said, pouting dramatically. âdo you have any idea how sad that made me? iâm so sad, baby, like, devastated. i swear i saw my life flash before my eyes.â
you folded your arms, mock unimpressed. âwhatâs sad is that you think this is going to work.â
âitâs already working,â he shot back smugly. âyouâre talking to me, arenât you?â
you hated that he was right. you hated even more that your annoyance was quickly being replaced by amusement. he was lucky he was cute.
âtoru, just go home,â you sighed, though your voice lacked its earlier venom.
ânot until you forgive me,â he declared, dropping to one knee with such theatrics you were surprised broadway hadn't whisked him away already. âor at least let me in so i can grovel properly.â
âyouâre unbelievable.â
âyeah. unbelievably in love with you.â
you threw a pillow at the window, even though it wouldnât reach him, giving yourself a minute to think.
okay, more like a few seconds.
to be fair, you were sure he had learnt his lesson. and, well...you were craving ramen, which happened to be placed front and centre in his haphazard bouquet.
âfine!" you whisper-yelled into the phone, a smile already creeping its way onto your face despite your best efforts to stay mad. "but if you wake up my neighbours, i swear i'm locking you out.â
his grin practically lit up the yard. âdeal!â
and just like that, you were stomping down the stairs, blanket in hand, ready to let in the most exasperating, ridiculous, adorable man youâd ever met.
because, really, how could you stay mad at him?
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Baaaaabe đ«
Ive been sick for the last couple days, and as always, that first day was horrible. Ive had my brain legit decide it wants to inflate bigger than my skull capacity (long story short, pregnancy đ«Ą) and i got to re-experience that feeling for the first 12 hours đ
BUT i came back and i was sooo excited for your updates!! They were soo good (please tell me theres a part 2 to that angst....pls đ„ș) And i love our discussions in the comments đ«¶
I do have another request though if you have the time love. Another possessive!wolfstar buuuttt..... make reader Jamie's sister (twins?)!! Its troublesome enough for James to keep Sirius' hands to himself, but full moon Rem?? He's a brick wall. Like somethings happening between the 2 and Jamie is chasing reader, then she spots Rem and hides behind him. James tries to reach for her and Rem is just kinda like "???? Excuse me, thats mine. Dont touch. James Fleamont Potter. DONT. TOUCH." without even knowing whats going on. James is incredulous (because thats HIS sister) and Siri is chuckling but it looks like Rem might actually bite Jamie's hand off so he moves between them to seperate them but Rem is also like "ExCuSe YOU??? Also mine. *to siri* dont touch him. *to James* dont touch them or you might not have all your fingers when you wake up!!"
And just the repercussions of this where James isnt allowed alone with either until a couple days passed the đ
Hope youre looking after yourself darling đ©”
I love James' sister trope - something about it screams fluff and perhaps a little angst but just in all the best ways. I would imagine his sister to be so much like him: mischievous, funny, and full of love. Thanks for requesting!!!
poly!wolfstar x potter sister!reader
There were quite a few perks that came along with being James Potter's twin sister. One said perk was having a built-in best friend from the moment you came into the world. Another was that whilst you were attending school, you had the benefit of no one being willing to mess with you on account of the company you kept - namely, your brother and his infamous friends who called themselves The Marauders.
What being James Potter's twin sister couldn't protect you from? James Potter.
What could protect you from being James Potter's twin sister? Being the girlfriend of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
You and James were leaving Care of Magical Creatures together, heading to meet up with Remus and Sirius near the Greenhouses when one Lily Evans walked by - graciously bestowing James the time of day for quite possibly the first time ever - when you decided that this was the perfect pranking opportunity.
You really couldn't be blamed for what happened next: it truly was a gift bestowed upon you by the great pranking gods, and who were you to deny it?
"Hello, Potter." Lily said, causing James to gasp dramatically.
"Hello, Lily! Beautiful day out today, innit?"
Lily couldn't help but snicker at the sickeningly wide grin that took over James' face.
"Oi, Jamie. I forgot to tell you: mum sent that rash cream you were asking for. She said to remind you it's only safe to put around your anus, not in it." You proclaimed loudly, pretending to read from a 'letter' your mother had sent.
The courtyard became incredibly quiet before what you recognized to be Barty Crouch Junior's laugh echoed the space, triggering the snickering of all those present.
"You are so dead!" James sneered and you didn't hesitate to take off in a sprint - knowing your brother was a mere few paces behind you.
"You slithering little snake! She finally starts coming around - are you kidding me!?" He shouted as you swerved between bodies standing in your way whilst he just barrelled right through them.
Suddenly, you saw salvation in the form of one Remus John Lupin.
Now, granted, Remus didn't always protect you from your squabbles with James. Part of the reason for that was because half of the time you sort of deserved it (much like today), and the other part was that he claimed he didn't know what proper protocol was in sibling relationships on account of him being an only child. Sirius, a brother himself, had no such qualms and always took your side.
However, you knew that the full moon was in a mere two more sleeps, meaning Remus was at his most protective (read: possessive) which did not distinguish James Potter as friend, sibling, nor pack.
Right now: James Potter was only a threat.
And, let's be honest, being James Potter's twin sister, and a girlfriend to Remus Lupin and Sirius black also meant you were mischievous as hell. So you had no trouble using this to your utmost advantage.
You squeaked in terror as you slid behind Remus' lanky frame a moment before James - the bastard - slammed into his form and all but bounced off of Remus. James was admittedly more muscular than Remus, but Remus' height and werewolf strength left him towering above James as the dumb sod picked himself up off the ground.
"What in the buggering hell is going on?" He spat at James as one of his arms wrapped behind him, shielding you from your fuming brother.
"That sneaky little witch just embarrassed me in front of Lily!" James barked, looking like he was still trying to figure out how to get around Remus in order to strangle you.
"Please," Sirius drawled as he walked over casually, "like you need any help in that department Prongs."
You tried to hide your snicker, but from Remus' glance at you through the corner of his eye, you knew he caught it.
"She told the entire courtyard I needed cream for a rash on my anus!"
Sirius doubled over in laughter and you preened when you noticed Remus let out a soft chuckle himself.
"It's not sodding funny you wanker! Lily spoke to me first today! I'm going to kill you!" James snarled, moving his attention from Sirius to you.
As James stepped forward menacingly, Remus grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Prongs, enough." He barked.
Sirius was still laughing when he moved to stand between Remus and James, releasing James' shirt from Remus' fist.
"Okay, down boy." Sirius snarked, patting James' shoulder consolingly.
"Oh, sod off." James muttered, elbowing Sirius as he moved to step away.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and tried to even out your breathing; lungs still burning from your run.
"You okay, dove?" Remus asked you so gently as he bent down to make eye contact with you. His face screamed love, attentiveness, and care, making you feel slightly guilty for having shoved him in the middle of your tomfoolery.
"I'm fine, Moons. Sorry for causing trouble." You answered solemnly.
His face picked up slightly at your words as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You wouldn't be you if you weren't causing trouble, love."
Your tender moment was interrupted by a yelp, causing the two of you to turn only to notice James and Sirius wrestling. James seemed to have gotten Sirius into a headlock, and the sod wasn't willing to tap out - still kicking and clawing at James in anyway he could.
"Oi!" Remus shouted as he plucked Sirius out of James' grasp and shoved him in the direction of the castle. James used his momentary distraction as an opportunity to set his sights back on you as he lunged, tackling you to the ground.
"Fuckin' hell Jamie! You weight a tonne!" You shouted, kneeing him in the gut. James doubled over and rolled onto his side in the fetal position.
You didn't even get a chance to right yourself before you were thrown over Remus' shoulder who was still shouting at Sirius to "get back to the dorm. The both of you are staying within my sights for the next foreseeable future" as you all left James with the wind knocked out of him, keeled over on the castle grounds.
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NEED ghost one!đ„ș
The houseâs out of detergent and neither Simon or you noticed until you both staring at the filled laundry basket this morning.
âWell, I suppose Iâm gonna go out and buy a bottle or two now. Or else weâll need to go all naked tomorrow if we donât do the laundry today.â You ruffle your hair in slight frustration, you both just woke up minutes ago, planning to dump the clothes into the washing machine then slump back on the bed again for another hour of slumber.
âNot that I mind that.â Simon voiceâs still a bit hoarse from sleep too, but heâs in a good mood apparently, almost make you roll your eyes at his shameless comment, but your lips form a grin when you shoot him a side glance.
âYou come with me or you stay home being cheeky?â
âYou know the answer.â
Simon must admit, heâs still a bit sleepy from waking in early hours on vacation, eyes half-lidded from grogginess at first.
But heâs pushing the shopping trolley behind you as you navigate through the alley in the supermarket, he doubts he has ever been this awaked before.
The cap and disposal mask conceal his gaze directly sticking on your ass. You rummaged through your closet and finally got a pair of shorts to wear before you do the laundry. Itâs an old shorts you own for years, been washed for countless times before it retired due to faded color and shrinkage, tucked in the deepest part of the closet until you fished it out today.
The shrunk fabric clings snuggly to your plump cheeks, a bit too small and tightening around your upper thighs, digging into the flesh faintly and allow them to spill around the hems just right.
He canât tear his eyes away from how your butt jiggles every time with your steps, almost bump the trolley into other customers when he sees you bend down to pick up a bottle of detergent. âSorry.â He mutters quickly to the poor customer, fixating on how your supple cheeks bounce tantalizingly when you straighten up that he misses the skeptical look from the customer gives him.
âGot the detergent. letâs go.â You saunter back to him, reach down to set the bottles in the trolley.
A Dangerous move without you knowing, because the next moment his palm covers one of your cheeks, gives it a firm knead and makes you yelp out in surprise.
âWhat the hell, Simon?â your neck snaps up to meet his gaze with wide eyes, and you find his eyes, swirling with lust and wickedness inside.
â 's your fault for keeping flaunting that perfect arse of your in front of me.â Simon quickly pushes the trolley to the self-checkout counter, unceremoniously tossing the bottles of detergent with another hand practically shoving the cash into the machine.
Having a closer look at that ass perfectly hugged by your shorts finally break his last string of restraint. He ignores your confused questions at his sudden action, swing the shopping bag over his shoulder and take your hand, striding back to the truck with you following him and try to figure out what happened.
âSo this is why youâre all worked up, huh?â Youâre dragged into the driver seat along with Simon, now straddling his hips, raise an eyebrow at the tent forming at his crotch.
âHard not to stop my cock from getting hard when your arse kept jumping up and down the entire time I was walking behind you, love.â
âWeâre supposed to go home now and launder those dirty clothes, you know?â
âAdding a few more dirty clothes into the basket wonât be a big issue.â His hands find their way back to your cheeks again, palming them in âAnd Iâve already said, I donât mind you have to go about the day without clothes tomorrow.â
note: please feel free to request for part 2 (aka smut) if any of you wants it, thanks
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old habits (die hard) â cl16
in which charles charles has a knack for fucking things up, and you have a talent for slowly letting him back in
find part one here.
contains: social media au, ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader, angsty charles and yn living her best life, toxic relationships maybe, mentions of new partners, charles is a confusing man, charles is a jealous asshole
note: i donât think this is the final part lmao itâs kinda left of a cliff (if u saw me repost no u didnât)
your phone đ
charlie
hey
i miss you
a lot
read, 11:23 pm.
charlie
please donât be like that y/n
iâm serious
you
charles you literally have a girlfriend
charlie
sheâs not my girlfriend
you
do you think iâm stupid? like actually
charlie
no
but she really isnât, weâre just talking
and hanging out i guess
you
oh my god
charlie
love, you know i miss you
you
yes, because finding another girl right after saying you only want to focus on racing sends me such a great message
youâre confusing as hell
charlie
i know, i really messed up.
i shouldnât have broken up with you in the first place
but the season was getting so intense and i really want this championship, i thought it would be better for us to put it on pause to save us both the trouble
you
so whatâs so different about her that makes her an exception?
charles
alex is easy for me
you
so iâm difficult?
charles
thatâs not what i mean
you
no it is what you mean
iâm difficult for showing up to your races and being there when you need me
or when iâm there for you when you dnf? or when ferrari fucks up your strategy?
i was willing to stay friends with you after i did all that and you still broke up with me because i had hopes we would make it work and get back together
charlie
i do want to get back together
you
no you donât
you moved on so quickly like i was nothing
charlie
you also got with someone too
you
because i didnât want to look like an idiot seeing all the news after telling my friends i had hope
charlie
yeah but posting him in your bed??
you
so youâre just saying all of this because of that guy i posted?
wtf is your deal charles
fuck you
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lilymhe oh my god
lilymhe you scandalous girl
yourinstagram oops?
landonorris he better watch his hands
yourinstagram he said âfuck offâ
landonorris iâll punch him in his face
carlossainz55 mariposa đŠ
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user are these two dating???
4zaferrari no theyâre just friends, this is someone else
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yourinstagram youâre sexier bebe
pierregasly get away from my girlfriend
yourinstagram get off my page maybe?
alexalbon show me the man
yourinstagram no youâll just steal him
user loved watching your vlog the other day
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user seeing yn happy is so great but i canât be the only one missing her and charles right??
user where are you going next omg!!
yourinstagram no idea!!
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charlie
you put him in your vlog? and youâre still posting him?
are you dating
y/n
are we seriously doing this right now
why are you stalking me
charlie
iâm not stalking you, i just care
fuck just answer the question please
y/n
iâm barely posting him, his face wasnât in it
and no, weâre just seeing each other right now. yk summer flings i guess
charlie
you know it hurts me to see this y/n, please love
y/n
i donât care, weâre not together anymore
you texting me is hurting everyone, your âfriendâ included
charlie
she knows weâre not dating
please just come back to monaco y/n
we can talk face to face
can i call you right now?
you
iâm with carlos and lando
charlie
are you also with that guy
you
yeah
charlie
will you finally tell me who he is?
you
does it really matter?
letâs just talk when iâm back in monaco please
and let me enjoy my vacation in peace
charlie
when are you back?
you
iâll let you know
charlie
okay
i love you
you
yeah
love you too
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unconditional - jeong jaehyun imagine
hellloooo~ before i go back to being an absolute mess, here's a scenario for our valentine boy. i miss him alreadyđđ„șđđ„ș
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Three rings.
It took three rings before you answered the call. It was late so he thought you might be asleep, but he knows you always sleep late so he gave it a try. Just before he was about to hang up he hears your voice from the other line
"What?"
"Not even a hello?" Jaehyun chuckles
"What do you need, Jae? Aren't you rehearsing right now?"
A few hours ago he sent you a text while he was at the practice room, complaining about how he wanted to go home already but he still had a lot of songs to rehearse. It's now past midnight and he just got back home and the first thing he did was call you.
"Nah, I'm back home. I need to wake up early though. I'm going to dye my hair for the fanmeet"
"What is it with you guys and dyeing your hair before enlistment?" you teasingly ask him, referring to your older brother who did the same before shaving his head full of damaged hair just a few months ago. "Are you gonna go bald too?" you ask with a laugh
"Yea no, Jungwoo's not going anywhere near me with a pair of scissors"
"Aw, I was looking forward to that"
"May I remind you how you cried when you saw Taeyong hyung after shaving his head" he reminds you, recalling that emotional night.
The two of you met through your brother, his leader, Taeyong. Through the years you and Jaehyun grew close since you're the same age and used to attend the same school. What he likes most about being friends with you is how you treat him like a normal guy, not some famous boy group member.
To you, he's just Jaehyun.
As for Taeyong, he knows there's something more but he doesn't say anything about it to you. He'll let you figure it out on your own. He already had that talk with his member and even though Jaehyun may be his bestfriend, when it comes to you it's a different conversation. Though Taeyong already knows that Jaehyun's priority is very similar to his, your safety and privacy. Your brother knows you're in safe hands.
"So why did you call again?" you ask your bestfriend
"What's your favorite hair color that I did?"
"Huh? You called just to ask me that? I dunno, blonde? Like your hair during Perfume promotion? Ooooh but pink suites you too"
He listens to you list down all the colors, waiting for you to finally pick one. He lays down on his bed, staring at the canopy above while your voice fills his ears
"Okay I think it's blonde" you say with finality like it's such a serious discussion
"Are you looking at pictures of me?" he asks, a teasing hint in his voice
"I need reference, just to be sure. Why are you asking me anyways?"
"Nothing, just curious. Anyways, I got the tickets for you for the fanmeet"
"Oh shit, didn't I tell you I can't come? I have this thing I can't miss"
Jaehyun immediately sits up on his bed, mood already deflating. It's the last time he'll perform before his enlistment and he was hoping you'd be there. You're always there to watch the group and even the individual members' concerts, in a way you try to show your support while your brother is away.
"Really? You can't reschedule the other thing or maybe come the second day?" he asks, voice still hopeful
"I'll ask my supervisor, no promises though. Sorry, this was scheduled since last month"
"No, don't worry about it. Guess I'll just see you after? I still have your gift from Paris"
"You didn't need to get me anything, I told you! Anyways I need to go, talk to you tomorrow" you hang up the call before he can say anything else.
There's really no other agenda, you weren't about to miss your bestfriend's first solo event. You were going to be there no matter what, rain or shine. You just wanted to surprise him.
The two of you still messaged back and forth before the event, until the morning of the fanmeet Jaehyun was hoping for a change of plan from you but it's been hours since he last heard from you.
"The fans are coming in now, you're going on in less than an hour" his manager tells him "Some of the members are here too, just waiting for the others"
"Okay"
He scrolls through his phone, singing quietly to himself while he waits. People are going in and out of the dressing room so he didn't pay much attention to whose coming in through the doors, little did he know one of the staff member was guiding out just outside the door while you hold a big bouquet of flowers.
"Did I overdo it?" you ask his manager, earning a chuckle from them "I think he'll like it" he tells you
"He better, I spent a good amount of money for these. He's in there right?"
"Mhm, he's alone now. You can go in, maybe he'll stop moping around"
You thank staff for helping you before stepping in his dressing room, he's sitting on the couch with his back to you so he still hasn't seen you.
"Heard you were moping around, maybe this will cheer you up"
Jaehyun turns his head so fast, almost gave himself a whiplash. Checking to see if he heard that right, if it was really you. And there you are, standing a few feet from him with the biggest bouquet of flowers
"Thought you were busy today?" was all he can say.
He really thought you weren't coming today, he was feeling really down despite looking forward to this event for weeks. He just really wanted to share this day with you and now you're here.
"I was lying, forgive me but I wanted to surprise you so you can't be mad at me" you tell him, walking over to where he was. He stands up from his seat to meet you in the middle, you give him the flowers smiling so big your cheeks hurt.
"You really think I was going to miss this? How little did you think of me?" you tease him, there you notice his blonde hair recalling your conversation from a few nights ago "You look cute, I like your hair"
He still hasn't said anything, just looking at you like he can't believe you're here
"Yah, what's with you? You okay?" you ask
Instead of saying anything, he pulls you in for a hug. One arm around your waist while the other holds the flowers you got for him.
"Thank you for coming" he whispers against your hair. You smile at his words, you throw your arms around his shoulder to give him a proper hug "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Are you going to sing my song though?" you jokingly ask as you break from the hug
He looks down at you, now mirroring the smile you had. His previously somber mood making a complete turn for the better now that you're here.
"Which one?" he teases back, even though you think he's only joking there's truth to his words. His songs is his way of confessing his feelings to you. It's not as easy to say the words outright but when he sings them, it's much much easier.
He remembers how much you liked it when he made a cover of 'Like Me Better', that was one of those rare moments he's seen you fangirl over him. When he found out one of your favorite movie moments ever was the one from 10 Things I Hate About You, the scene where Heath sings for Julia, he decided to do a cover of that two. The smile you had on when you first heard his voice singing it is forever etched in his mind.
From then on, you've been referring to it as 'your song'. He performed it too during his birthday event, you were there in the crowd of course wearing a disguise but he didn't forget to throw a smile your way as if to let you know that that song is indeed for you and only you.
"Wait and find out, I'm not gonna spoil it to you"
"So you are singing it" you grin at him, already getting excited
"I'm singing my songs too, aren't you excited for that"
"I am, shut up" you give him a punch on the shoulder, "Oh and Taeyong oppa said goodluck" you add, walking to where he was sitting before. He puts the flower down, following you on the couch while the two of you wait for his manager to call him on stage
"Are you gonna cry tonight? Promise I won't make fun of you... a lot"
He knows you would, like he knows how you would probably take a video if ever do cry. "If I cry, then you'll cry too"
"I'm a sympathetic crier, sue me"
"Your brother will kill me if I make you cry so you better not, oh now that you're here" he takes a paper bag from his stuff, passing it over to you
"Ooo goodies from Paris, is it a keychain? fridge magnet? Wait what the hell, Jaehyun?! This is expensive" you say as you open the cartier box
"Early Christmas gift" he shrugs
"You said that was the Prada bag you got me last time you were in L.A"
"That was your birthday present"
"I can't accept this, Jae. This is too much" you tell him but he's already taking the love bracelet out of the box along with the little screwdriver to put it on for you
"Add it to your stack, it will look good" he mumbles, his focus on putting the bracelet on your wrist
"You gave these too! You're spoiling me too much" you laugh, watching him struggle a bit
"Good, so now other guys won't impress you that easy while I'm gone" he mumbles, finally the bracelet locks on your wrist. He looks up at you, sending you smile then lets go of your hand. You shoot him a look, as if asking him what he meant but he choose to ignore you.
"Hey, we need you out there now. Let's go" his managers peeks his head inside, calling for Jaehyun.
He stands up, you follow behind him but before he steps out the door you hold him by the arm "We're going to talk" you tell him
"About what?" he asks, blinking back at you
"You're insufferable, you know that"
He chuckles at your statement, taking the hand that was holding his arm to hold it in his instead. Intertwining his fingers with yours. You look down at your linked hands, it should feel weird. He's your bestfriend for goodness sake. But instead it feels right, like your hands were molded to fit together.
Hoping he doesn't notice your cheeks getting warm, you keep a straight face while looking up at him.
"Told you, my songs are about you. Didn't you hear the part I said I've been crushing on you but I've just been keeping it to myself"
"How was I suppose to know that was about me?!"
"Who else would it be about?" he asks back, still smiling at you. His dimples on full display
"My answer is always you" he teases. Another song lyric, you know that one too. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you give his side a pinch using your free hand
"Jaehyun we need you backstage!" the two of hear his manager shout from outside
"You have so much explaining to do, Jeong Jaehyun" you tell him, letting go of his hand to push him out the door but he don't budge.
He smiles at you again before swooping down to give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you totally of guard.
"I'll tell you everything there is to know, later. For now I got a show to do. Gonna make sure my girl won't take her eyes off me" he winks then he opens the door, leaving of behind in utter shock.
You walk out the dressing room, watching Jaehyun's back as he makes his way to the stage. Before he turns to the corners, he looks back at where you're standing sending you a quick smile and a salute. You smile back at him, waving your hand to send him off.
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â ( drabble ) the nanny Ìš ! àšà§ äž êčìčëŻŒ Ő
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you had no business being here; you were off on the weekends and even though you were a live-in nanny there were no kids to nanny run around after or feed. his wife? the poor woman was out of the house , she'd taken the kids over to their grandparents for the weekend⊠so unaware of what was taking place in her very bed.
âhow long until your wife gets home?â he flipped you around, slapping your ass. âfuck!â you yelped , he pulled your panties down , bunching your skirt up. âshut up.â he growled behind you. âalways running that mouth of yours , would've stuffed my cock down your throat to shut you up if your pussy wasn't begging for me.â
so maybe during the week you teased him when when his wife was home , touching his cock when her back was turned , eye fucking him while sitting at dinner with his family , your legs trailing up at hisâ and he couldn't do anything at the time , until now , the house was empty; just you two , he was free to do anything he wanted to you , including the things he knew his vanilla wife wouldn't do.
âyou wanna fuck around when i can't get to you?â his belt was wrapped around your wrist. âfucking slut , you thought i would get you alone?â he gritted his teeth. âyour wife being home didn't stop you before.â you moaned , wiggling your ass in front of him. âremember the laundry room?â
of course he did; holding his hand over your mouth while he plowed into you over the running washer machine , pushing his cock into your mouth right as the dryer was running; all while his wife and kids were sleeping in their respective rooms.
âslut , you couldn't wait , needed me to fill this slutty pussy up so bad.â you felt his cock prodding your hole. âjust like now -fuck- always needing me to fill this cunt up.â you moaned as he pushed himself inside you. âplease fuck me.â you moved against him , he groaned. âthat's right.â he tightened the belt , pulling. âkeep fucking yourself.â
he finally let your arms go , but that didn't stop his assault on your poor cunt; instead he pushed your face in the pillows , plowing into you. âfuck fuck fuck.â you screamed. âthe neighbors are gonna hear how much of a slut you are for me , do i need to cover that mouth up.â
âju-just love your cock sir.â you moaned. âyeah? fuck , gonna cum all over my cock?â he hissed. âcum , cum all over my cock so i can stuff you full.â he grunted , your legs shaking as you came , his hands gripped the headboard as he thrusted inside you , he let out a loud moan , signaling he was about to cum. âfuck.â
he groaned , both of you heavily breathing. âshit.â he pulled out of you , watching the cum leak out of you , slapping your ass. âturn around.â he said.
âwe've got at least 2 hours until she comes home , m'gonna stuff my cock down your slutty throat , open up.â
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First, I adore your writing! It warms my soul đ«¶đœâ„ïž
Second, I was wondering if you could do Sukuna x Reader w/ little Yuji asking his dad to help him make a gift for Y/N for Motherâs Day. I think it would be such a cute bonding time between them đ
Please and thank you if you choose this đ€
Tysm đ„č it keeps me warm at night, So does my Sukuna plushie when I donât knock him off the bed by accident đ but Yes! đ„ș I know Valentines isnât close or far but đ« The things Iâd do for him and Yuji (as a son) on Valentineâs Day đđ I wanna spoil both of them with loveđ„č and maybe give Sukuna another kid đ€
But I hope you like it Little Anon đ€
âDDAAADDDDâ Yuji came running into the living room crying running with a pair of plastic scissors almost impaling his dad. âWhat is brat?â Sukuna didnât look too interested, laid back on the sofa, arms behind his head, eyes closed.
âMy scissors wonât cut!â He made snipping motions on the paper he was using and sukuna barely opened an eye to watch. Yujiâs already teary eyes watered up as she trembled and sniffled. Sukuna closed his eyes, âThen fold it and tear it, you donât need scissors to cut paper.â
There Yuji stood, laying the paper on his dads stomach. Sukuna opened his eyes watching how he was crinkling it while he tried to fold it. Failing and failing until he got it right, and tearing it apart slowly, âI did it!â Sukuna had a small smile, bringing a hand to ruffled Yujiâs hair âAfter half an hour.â Yuji pouted, âI gotta go!â He ran to his room again and sukuna was left with his hand flopping down dragging on the floor. âHey!â He yelled after Yuji, Yuji popped his head out the door, âyeah?â âSTOP RUNNING WITH THOSE DAMN SCISSORS!â ââŠ.Okay daddy!â
Sukuna closed his eyes leaning back, he could hear the tearing of paper before he started to nap. Then there was a really loud tear and he choked hearing Yujiâs small voice âdamn it!â
âPssst⊠psss⊠pss daddy.â He tried to swat away whatever was touching his face âddadddyyyy are you awake?âŠ.. daddy?â
âWhat is it now Yuji?â Sukuna didnât open his eyes. âI needa goâŠâ âYu.. you have the short toilet you can go if you need to..â ânoooo daddy I need to go to the store!â Sukuna sat him with a huff, âalright letâs go. Go get dressed- are we taking the bike?â Yuji's eyes had stars while he looked up at his dad. âYeah, weâre taking the bike cmon, get ready.â Yuji ran off to his room where Sukuna heard all the sounds of Yuji ripping open the clothes drawers. Grabbing his own jacket he got ready to go out into the cold.
âââââ-
âAlright what are we looking forâŠâ Sukuna received silence, âYuji?â He snapped around and there was no Yuji. âAh shit.â
There went Sukuna trying to speed walk around trying to find his son who he literally brought into the store a minute ago. Finally he found him, in the seasonal section stretching on his tippy toes to get a white tiger plushie that held a white and silver box with a costume glass pearl necklace and earrings. ââŠwhat are you doingâŠ?â âWan it for mommy.â He gave up looking down and pointing at the plushie. Sukuna sighed, âWhy do you want it for mom brat itâs not her birthday.â âBecause itâs white day daddy! I have to get something for mommy!â He threw his hands up like it was the most obvious thing, unbeknownst to him the entire world was coming crashing down on his dad at that moment.
âI..itâs what?â âWhite day Daddy! Now hurry, I need that bear!â He went back to jumping and trying to grab it before Sukuna grabbed it shoving it under his arm, and picking up Yuji stuffing him under his other arm, âWe gotta hurry-â Yuji bounced around under Sukunaâs arm while he ande his way to the register, âwait!â Sukuna came to a stop âwhat?!â âCan I get candy?â Yuji pointed at the candy aisle and Sukuna turned his side to the aisle so Yuji could get what he wanted, âokay⊠WAIT NOâ he grabbed a second candy, âIâm ready.â Sukuna let out heh noise before rushing back to the register, âI gotta pick something up at the shops so we gotta be fast hold on.â
ââââ-
Yuji was standing on a chair at the kitchen table looking at the white Box his dad picked up. âWhatâs inside?â Sukuna who was focusing on spilling the glitter Yuji wanted on his card was holding his breath to not blow everywhere. Finally he sat up taking a breath, âa gift for your mom, cmon, you wanted to put your hand on this card right?â
âMhmm!â Yuji hummed running around the table to his dads side barely peeking over the edge, âgot the paint?â ⊠âmmâŠno, gotta find itâ Yuji trailed after his dad on the way to his room where they started looking in the closet, in the toy box, under the bed. âWhereâs y/n put everything???â Sukuna was knelt face pressed against the floor flashing under Yujiâs bed with his phoneâs flash light.
âOh oh! Top shelf! Mommy doesnât let me touch the top shelf.â He watched his push a chair over the book shelf and jump in the chair grabbing a thin box, âI touch it anyways.â He smiled proudly and Sukuna just smirked âOh you little devil mommy would be so disappointed to know her precious little boy plays with the paint when sheâs not home.â
Yuji threw the box up, âPlease donât tell mommy! Iâll never do it again!â Sukuna laughed when Yuji started to tear up, âDonât worry, as long as you donât tell mommy we ran that red light earlier, grab em and letâs go.â Yuji nodded like he was on a mission, âKay.â
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âDaddy you put your hand on first,â Sukuna sighed but pressed his hand into the Paper Yuji worked so hard to cut earlier. âNow let me see your hand Yu, gonna ink you up.â
Yuji laughed uncontrollably at the feeling of the brush on his fingers and palm which lead to Sukuna tickling him. Yuji was laughing until he turned red and started wheezing. Sukuna tried to brush Yujiâs hair back until he smudged him with paint. He cleared his throat to not laugh at Yuji, when he finally sat up catching his breath.. âMy hands dry.â
Sukuna snickered, âalright, do it this time.â He carefully painted Yujiâs hand, guiding him to make the print right in the middle of Sukunaâs hand print. âDone!â
He turned to his dad in his lap and placed his hands on his cheeks squishing his face, âThank you daddy, i love you.â Yuji was smiling, Sukuna smiled and nuzzled his nose against Yujiâs before pressing his lips to the top of his head making a dramatic muah sound making Yuji go âeewwwâ while laughing. Sukuna laughed while Yuji stared at his face, âI wanna look like daddy.â Which led to the two spending the next hour painting Yujiâs face to have the same inked lines his daddy did. đ„č
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When you came home you found Sukuna and Yuji in the kitchen. Sukuna was telling Yuji about his âtop secretâ frying technique and Yuji was standing on a chair looking at the stove watching every move not wanting to miss anything. âmhm mhmâ he had no idea what was going on while his dad was talking. You took their picture before Yuji finally turned around âMommy!â He got so happy slowly sliding off the seat to run over to you, âHappy White day! We got you something!â
âAww baby you didnât have too.â Picking him up and kissing him all over he squealed in delight. Setting him down you walked over to Sukuna, he turned to kiss you when he felt you moving in to kiss his cheek. He had that smug smile when you smiled wrinkling your nose at him.
âLook, we made the bag too.â You watched Yujiâs little chubby legs and hands pop around the bag his face hidden behind the wrinkled tissue paper, âAww its so pretty.â You took the bag from him, it was a white party bag in Yujiâs hand writing with gold marker âwe lov you momy.â Covering your smile with your hand you looked at Yuji, âDid it all by myself.â Sukuna tsked âSure ya did brat, went to the store too and used your whole five dollars too, hm?â
Yuji stuck his tongue out at his dad, âYou didnât give em back so I did pay!â You shook your head smiling when you opened the box, pulling out a white paper card, Sukuna moved closer resting his chin on your shoulder and Yuji pushed up a chair. The was Yujiâs handwriting âWe lov you momyâ and a wobbly drawn heart. Under it he wrote his name and Sukuna signed his name with a little note âI Love you more ;).â When you opened it it was so cute that you knew Yuji had to have forced Sukuna to do it. Sukunaâs hands were painted red in the shape of a heart, inside were yuji little hands painted white to make a smaller heart.
There was the note in Sukunaâs Handwriting, âThese are my hands and with them I will take yours to have and to hold, to love and cherish till death do us part.â
Then there was Yujiâs cute little note, âI know you wipe some away, but these prints were made to stay, So keep them forever, a treasure they'll be, A special I LOVE YOU for you from me.â
The rest of the card was decorated in gold and silver glitters dots and squiggles. Little hand drawn hearts from Sukuna and Yuji. Most of the glitter ended up on the white tiger plushie Yuji ended up taking to sleep with that night đ„čđ
Later that night when Ryo and You were in the room getting ready to sleep when he spoke up. âSorry we didnât take you out anywhere fancy. Kinda lost track of time with everything going onâŠâ he paused and you just turned to look at him, âItâs not an excuse but I did get you this.â
You walked over standing between his legs taking the white box from him. He hugged your waist pressing his face against your tummy, you rested your elbows on his shoulders and he heard your small laugh. âI think this was more for you then it was for me.â
You dropped the box next to him holding up the lingerie set. It was white satin with gold hip and shoulder straps covered in crystals. The back of the panties had been customised to say âRyomenâ, all topped off with one of those dramatic lacey robes with even more dramatic feathery cuffs and edges.
He smiled up at you from your tummy with lidded eyes, âmaybeâŠâ he kissed your tummy before squeezing your sides. You out a hand on his head brushing his hair back, he had that smug smile that gave you Yuji a few years ago, âSo what do you say we really make this a white day?â
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Chapter 5- Miles Between Us
Summary: Frankie's decision to join the Army was the catalyst in the collapse of your friendship. When he's forced to reconcile with his past, packed away in boxes in his childhood basement, he finds pieces of you in everything he's left behind.
Word Count: 5.0K
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname)
Warnings: Angst, lying, guilt, military deployment, FEELINGS, Frankie's mom not putting up with his shit
A/N: IT'S TIME TO PEEL BACK ANOTHER LAYER OF THE ONION, BABY!!! I hope you guys don't hate me that this is a slow burn- I know this is not how I normally write at all, but it's been really fun to build this story up bit by bit (if you hate it though, please tell me lmao đ) I'm excited for this chapter and how it hints at next chapter (we're finally getting to some smut y'all, omg) Thank you as always for your kind words, it makes my day to hear what you have to say about these two đ„șđ
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You, Age 17, Spring of 2006
âYouâre late, Morales.âÂ
âCanât be late to something we donât have a set time for, Anderson.âÂ
Itâs true, you and Frankie have never set an official schedule for your afterschool ritual, but it never seems to fail that at 3:45, only 10 minutes after youâve gotten home from soccer practice, heâs at the foot of your bed with his forest green Jansport backpack, ready to complain about the homework he doesnât want to finish and the tests he has no interest in studying for, just so he can keep you company while you stress yourself to death about the same assignments.Â
And for as much as he hated school work, Frankie was never late. Never. So to watch him mope into your bedroom an hour later than his usual arrival time, it almost would have been safer to assume he was dead than anything else.Â
âWhat took you so long? Get lost on the way here?â You joke, trying to keep it light while still prodding for an answer about his absence as you write down the answer to the math equation youâre trying to solve.Â
âNo. Donât worry about it.âÂ
Thereâs been very few occasions youâve seen Frankie so stoic. Even on his worst days, heâs at least still got a little tolerance left in him for your stupid banter. Itâs enough to draw your attention completely away from your homework and onto him.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Why are you being so weird?âÂ
You can tell then that somethingâs clearly not right, the way heâs angrily yanking loose papers and textbooks from his backpack and nearly slamming them onto the edge of your bed, making you gnaw anxiously at the end of your pencil youâd been using.Â
Youâre too nosy for your own good to let up until you find what youâre looking for.Â
âNothingâs wrong.âÂ
âWell obviously somethingâs wrong.âÂ
âWhat? Iâm not allowed to be late, ever?âÂ
âNo? Frankie, I just asked where you were and youâre acting like Iâm asking you if you just shot the fucking president or something. Whatâs going on?âÂ
âItâs nothing, MacKenzie!â
âIf itâs nothing, then why are you so upset about it?âÂ
âIâm not upset!âÂ
âYou clearly are? Frankie, what the hell are you-âÂ
âIâm joining the Army, okay?!â
Out of all the things you could have expected to come out of Frankieâs mouth, that would have been at the bottom of your list. In fact, itâs so out of left field, youâre not even quite sure you believe him.Â
Your forehead hurts from how tightly your brows are knitted together in confusion, scowling at Frankie with a dumbfounded intensity that probably had you looking like you had just gotten an unsuspecting whiff of the worldâs most sour lemon.Â
Thereâs no way heâs being serious. He canât be.Â
âHa ha, very funny, Francisco.â You mock, frown still splayed across your face, âNow will you please tell me whatâs actually going on?âÂ
His silence makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. You can feel the way your face falls, the muscles once tensed in adamant skepticism now sinking into a quiet panic. You can hear each breath as it flows in through your nose and out through your mouth, blood pounding louder and louder in your ears with each pulse of your veins.Â
âFrankie, if this is one of your stupid jokes, itâs not funny.âÂ
âItâs not a joke.âÂ
His eyes are still peeled to the floor, too afraid to bring himself to look at you. All he can do is stare at his pinky toe, poking out of the hole in his socks that he refuses to replace. You wait for what feels like hours, days, for him to say something, but his silence is deafening. And the sound of Frankieâs silence is the scariest thing youâve heard in a very long time.Â
Itâs so terrifying, the only thing you can do to cope is fill the quiet void with your rambling and pray that Frankie Morales is choosing to play the worldâs worst joke on you.Â
âWhat- what do you mean? Frankie, I thought- When you and Santi talked about doing the same thing as Will- I thought you were fucking kidding? What about college? We already both got accepted to Florida State, what are you gonna do-âÂ
âI didnât get in.âÂ
Please let him be kidding. Please, please, let this be a sick joke.Â
You can feel your confusion starting to bubble into anger, jaw clenching at the way Frankieâs too coward to even look in your general direction, gaze still glued to that stupid fucking hole in his worn down sock.Â
âFrankie, what the fuck? We both got accepted back in January? Youâve been lying to me this whole fucking time?âÂ
âI didnât wanna lie, okay?!âÂ
Heâs riddled with enough guilt to speak up, trying to keep himself from the brink of tears as he works up enough courage to finally look you in the face. You can hear how hard he gulps, like his heart is bobbing in his throat, trying to buy all the time he can to come up with a reason for his deception that wonât hurt you any more than he already has.Â
âI just- fuck,â he sighs, chewing at his bottom and bouncing his leg against the bed so intensely itâll make him sore the next day, âI didnât know what to do, Kenz. Iâm sorry. Iâm really, really sorry.âÂ
Itâs hard to stay mad at him when you know he means it. Itâd be easier if it werenât for the way his brown eyes flooded with disappointment in himself, spilling out in tears onto his cheeks. For as frustrated as you are, you have enough sympathy to ease up on him enough to at least try to understand.Â
âWell, not lying to me about it for the last four months probably would have been a good start.â You huff, the air that puffs from your nostrils still tainted with the let down youâre trying so hard to not let override your conversation.Â
You canât help but let yourself find a spot next to him on the edge of your bed, a peace offering that you hope is enough to signal to him youâre willing to listen to what he has to say.Â
âI- I didnât think you were being serious when you and Santi were talking about it. I- I thought you- I thought the plan was to go to Florida State. Together. What happened, Frankie?âÂ
Itâs quiet for a few more moments. Frankie takes a few, slow deep breaths as he runs his hands through the curls twisting at the nape of his neck. The silence isnât as bitter as before, but it stings enough to gnaw at the edges of your nails, the anxious habit you canât seem to break, and certainly have no intention of giving up right now. Â
âStop chewing at your nails, Kenz. Youâre gonna be pissed at yourself later.â Frankie sighs, gently grabbing your wrist to pull your hand away from your mouth, trying to fulfill his duty of being the one to stop you from ripping your nail beds to shreds.Â
âYouâre kinda making it hard not to.â You try your best to attempt a laugh. Itâs the only way to keep yourself from crying. âSo are you gonna tell me whatâs going on or what?âÂ
âY-yeah.â Frankie re-adjusts himself on the edge of the bed, twisting the fabric of your comforter between his fingers, trying to ground himself in the reality of the truth heâs forced to tell you, âI- I didnât get into Florida State. I told you I did because I didnât know what I was gonna do. You were just so excited when you thought we both got in and I- I panicked and I lied. I didnât even think I was gonna get in anyways. I didnât think I was gonna get in anywhere. Even if I did, I donât know if I even could have afforded it. Itâs just me and my mom and neither of us-â
âItâs not too late. I can help you look for scholarships. To help you with tuition. Iâm sure that thereâs a bunch out there that you could apply for. Iâll even write your essays and stuff for you if you want me to-âÂ
âIâm pretty sure you canât do that, Kenz. Plus, you hate cheaters.âÂ
Frankie tries to reciprocate the same half-assed laugh you gave him. He looks over at you, the small smile heâs forcing to keep between his lips quickly fading as he sees the way youâre pleading with him to realize that you would forge a thousand essays in his name if it meant he wasnât going to leave you. Heâd be a cheater youâd gladly forgive.Â
âItâs not even just the money. I just- I- I donât even like school, Kenzie. I suck at it. If school is already hard now, how much harder is it gonna be when I get to college? To study for a job that Iâm probably not even gonna want when I graduate? At least with the Army I can have a job and benefits and hopefully make enough money to help my mom so sheâs not working at the hospital 6 days a week. MacKenzie, the only reason I applied to Florida State was because of you. I thought that maybe there would be some miracle I got in and I could figure out how to pay for it and I could magically get smarter and better at school so we could spend the next four years together. I wanted it to happen. I wanted it to happen so bad. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry I lied to you. I just- fuck- I just didnât know how to tell you.âÂ
Neither of you are quite sure what to say next. That quiet comes back to fill the space between you, allowing enough room for the silent sobs youâre both trying your best to hold in, small sniffles still escaping from each of you. Youâre not sure if your brain has fully processed what heâs had to say. The only thing you can understand is the swirling of sadness and confusion in your gut and the pounding ache in your chest.Â
You take a scooch closer to him, the outsides of your thighs barely brushing together as you tilt your head to rest against his shoulder. Itâs heavy, the weight you canât help but lean against him, but the arm he wraps behind your back and around your waist tells you that heâll gladly take it. Heâll take it all, if he has to.Â
âDid you already sign a contract to go?â The whisper of your words is so soft, like youâre hoping he canât hear you. If he canât hear you, then he doesnât have to tell you the answer you donât want to hear.Â
âYeah. Me and Santi did a few weeks ago.â His voice is almost quieter than yours, convinced he has the same idea as you.Â
His truth stings worse than the lie heâs been masquerading behind the past four months. You want to scream at him- To curse him with shouts and sobs, question how he could make this choice for himself and leave you in the dark until itâs too late for you to change his mind. You know itâs selfish, the way you want him to stay, the way you would have fought with every bone in your body to keep him from leaving. You know itâs the reason Frankie couldnât tell you.Â
Itâs the same reason why Frankie couldnât bring himself to tell you that if he had given you that chance, he probably would have stayed.Â
âDo um- do you know when you have to leave?âÂ
It hurts to hear the words come out of your mouth. Itâs an admittance of defeat. Because once you ask that question, thereâs nothing you can do or say that will make him stay. No fighting, no begging, no pleading. You have to accept heâs leaving.Â
âNot âtil the end of the summer.âÂ
âWhere?âÂ
The more you ask, the more it makes you want to keel over the edge of the bed and vomit, the reality of it all setting in at an alarming pace.Â
âMissouri for basic training. I donât know where after.âÂ
He doesnât have to say where. You both know. Even if he doesnât know the exact longitude and latitude of where the Army will deploy him, thereâs nowhere else theyâre sending him besides Iraq or Afghanistan or whatever godforsaken, war ridden country in the Middle East heâll be forced to put his life on the line for.Â
And for how much the reality of Frankie leaving scares you, when youâre hit with the reality that Frankie may leave and never come back, youâre absolutely terrified.Â
âI donât want you to go, Frankie.âÂ
You canât beg him to stay. Thereâs no amount of bargaining you can do with him or the powers that be to change whatâs been done. All you can do is tell him your truth as you sob into his chest while he holds you. Maybe if youâre not enough to make him stay, youâre at least enough to make him want to come home.Â
Youâre not sure how long he holds you while you cry. Maybe itâs minutes, maybe itâs hours. However long it is, all the moments you have left with Frankie feel that much more precious. You wonât let any of them slip through your fingers.Â
âYou promise youâll come home, right?âÂ
âI promise, MacKenzie. I promise.âÂ
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Francisco Morales, itâs that heâll never break a promise. You just hope the universe is kind enough to let him keep this one, too.Â
âI promise that weâll have a really fun summer together before I leave too, okay? Whatever you wanna do, Kenz, Iâll do it.âÂ
âAnything?âÂ
Itâs enough to peek your head out from the crook of his neck, trying your best to wipe away your tears with your sleeve, like you hadnât just stained the better part of Frankieâs sweatshirt with the same wetness.Â
âAnything.âÂ
âAlright, well, I guess weâre gonna go to Dairy Queen and get an extra large blizzard every day until youâre too fat for the Army to want you anymore.âÂ
The two of you giggle, a quiet symphony of soft snorts and sobs at the idea of rolling an ice cream filled Frankie off to boot camp. It makes him laugh even harder that he wouldnât put it past you if you really did try. Perhaps it wouldnât be the worst thing in the world if you did.Â
âWhatever you want, MacKenzie. Iâm all yours.âÂ
Frankie, PresentÂ
Frankieâs convinced he might as well start training for a marathon at this point.Â
Heâs not really sure how else to spend his time. Itâs hard to keep himself occupied when all he can do at home is sit around and wait for your dad to die or stare out the window like a creep to watch your comings and goings.Â
At least if heâs running, he canât think about you.Â
Well, he canât think about you as much.Â
Itâs been a day and a half since he decided to follow you on your run. Heâs already pushed his luck enough that you didnât damn near kill him for it, let alone that you even gave him a chance to talk to him.Â
He let you take the first shift on the morning yesterday, despite the fact heâd been awake well before the sun rose. The irony wasnât lost on him at the way he watched you through his bedroom window the same way he did most Saturday and Sunday mornings for the first few years of your friendship. Youâd be up at the same ungodly hour as him, except youâd be pacing up and down your driveway, stretching and lunging across its length as you clicked around on the iPod wrapped around your forearm, searching for whatever song would pump you up for your run.Â
It wasnât until you had finally noticed Frankie peering out his bedroom window every weekend that you began to drag him along on your runs with you.Â
âIf youâre awake too, you might as well come running with me, Morales. Itâll be fun!âÂ
âFine. I gotta warn you though, Kenz, I am actually pretty fast.âÂ
âYou barely run the mile in gym class.âÂ
âSavinâ up all my energy for when I need it most, Anderson.âÂ
There was once a time where you would have to beg Frankie to come with you on a run. Now, heâd give anything for you to tolerate his existence ten feet behind you.Â
But heâll sacrifice another run alone through all too familiar roads of his childhood subdivision if it helps him kill time and keeps you from hating him anymore than you rightfully deserve to.Â
Yesterday, he went on two runs to pass the time. Hell, today, heâd consider adding a third run to his underwhelming schedule just to keep himself busy. Fortunately, (or unfortunately, he canât tell yet) for him, Maria Morales has other plans.Â
And when Maria Morales has plans, itâs in Frankieâs best interest to drop anything else he had in mind for the day.Â
Even when it means heâs got a hot date with his basement and a mountain full of boxes in his basement.Â
âOkay, anything in this pile to the left is for you to go through.â His mom grunts, lifting up one last box to add to the heap labeled âFranciscoâs thingsâ in her perfectly curved cursive, âIf you want to take it home, find an empty box to put it in, but not my new clear, plastic bins, entiendes (understand)? Those were expensive.âÂ
âNo clear plastic bins, got it.â Frankie chuckles, following the exaggerated step his mother takes over his scattered belongings.Â
âIf you see something and you donât want it now but you want me to keep it for later, you can put it over on the shelf by the stairs. If you think itâs basura (trash), leave it over here and let me look at it first before you throw it away.âÂ
âComprendido (got it).â Frankie nods, sizing up the stack his mom has set out for him, âJesus ma, this is gonna take me all morning to go through.âÂ
âIf you were home more, there would be less things to go through now.âÂ
âYeah, well, you got me there.â Frankie grumbles under his breath, grimacing at the harsh reality of his momâs words. He knows isnât meant completely out of malice, but he canât deny itâs certainly got some truth to it as well. Â
âOkay, well I need to go run some errands, and I want this pile sorted by the end of the day, so standing here and moping certainly isnât going to help that. Get to work, mijo (son).âÂ
His mom will never be one to throw a pity party for anyone, and most definitely wonât be throwing one for her son, based on his own, self-inflicted problem. Frankie helps her step over another makeshift pile scattered for sorting across the basement floor, giving him a quick pat on the back before disappearing upstairs, leaving him to quite literally unpack his past.Â
âFuck. Okay.â He sighs to himself, gently kicking one of the edges of flimsy cardboard at the bottom of the tower, trying to formulate his best plan of attack to make his sorting as painless as possible.Â
Heâs thankful that his brain has always worked in a way that allows him to analyze things so quickly, doing some quiet calculations in his head as to the most effective and efficient way to sort through god knows what may be hidden in the pile his mom has created for him.Â
He runs his hand through the still messy curls of his morning bed head before selecting what feels like the lightest boxes and moving them off to the side, opening up a cardboard container from the next layer.Â
Besides the trophies still in his room, every prize heâd ever won for every sport heâd ever played sits in the box below him. Frankie chuckles to himself, picking up some from the top to examine them, thumb gliding over the fake gold plating to read plaques like âFlorida Junior Divisional Freestyle Swimming Finalist- 2005â or âRegional Championship Winners- Florida Firebirds 2007â glued to poorly sculpted plastic statues of swimmers. A few more medals and certificates had sunk to the bottom of the box, Frankie quickly grazing through its contents before rehoming it to the âtrashâ pile, unsure of when he would ever need proof he won several swimming competitions in high school.Â
The next few boxes were more of the same- His varsity jacket, old t-shirts he wouldnât stand a chance fitting into, considering the gangly figure that stretched them more than a decade ago, some old books from high school heâd only kept because of how much you loved them and he promised you that one day, heâd read them, too.Â
Itâs the shoe box that catches his eye next, sure that no matter how much his mom loved to hoard, whatever was in there most definitely was not a raggedy, holy pair of Converse from high school.Â
Itâs not until he picks up the box that he knows exactly whatâs inside. Itâs one of the lightest things heâs picked up in the last hour, but when he knows the weight of its contents, his arms want to tremble.Â
Itâs with a long deep breath that he brings the shoebox over to an open patch of floor, letting out a grunt and cursing his knees as he sits down cross legged with the box in front of him. He gently flips open the lid, hand running over his face and down the back of his neck when his suspicions are confirmed.Â
Open envelopes spill out over the edges of the worn cardboard, the box stuffed to the brim with every letter youâd ever written to him while he was away.
Even if he wanted to, heâs not sure he could ever physically bring himself to throw them out. Those letters have more miles on them than most peopleâs cars will ever reach in a lifetime, flimsy, stamped pieces of paper following him to every corner of the globe heâs traveled to.Â
Some letters heâs read so much, theyâre worn on the edges where heâs held the paper, smudging the pen thatâs reached the sides of the pages. Others, heâs only read once. Heâs not sure he could ever bring himself to read them again. But regardless of their contents, heâd made a promise to you theyâd stay with him.Â
âBetter not get rid of those letters, Morales. Do you know how many hand cramps Iâve given myself trying to find the words to send halfway across the world to you? You better promise me youâll keep âem.â Â
His commitment to the folded pieces of paper ring in his ears as his fingers drag across the tops of the open envelopes. He canât help the way his index finger and thumb pinch the paper below his grasp, carefully tugging a random letter out of its shoebox storage.Â
Itâs a gut wrenching gamble, the game heâs about to play, a roulette of making his heart ache from joy or pain depending on the one he chooses to pull. Heâs already placed his bet as he pulls the lined piece of paper out of the envelope- Heâs not getting the money heâs already placed on the table back, so he might as well pray he makes a return on his investment.Â
With one more deep breath, he unfolds the tri-fold creases, ready to watch his bet play out before him.Â
August 18th, 2006
Frankie,Â
I hope I sent this letter to the right place! I looked on the website and it said to send mail to new recruits (thatâs you, Morales), to this address, so no one better be holding my letter to you hostage.Â
Anyways, howâs training so far? Did they make you shave your head yet? I hope not. Iâm not sure why the Army insists on making you all look like Dr. Evil from Austin Powers. Iâm sure youâll still look cute even with short hair! I donât think I can say the same for Santi, but you didnât hear that from me⊠heheheÂ
I just moved into my dorm yesterday! My roommate seems pretty nice. Her name is Jessica and sheâs from Georgia. She claims that sheâs neat and she better be, or I may lose my mind. Iâll send you pictures of my dorm once itâs all set up! Itâs kind of a mess right now, but I made sure to put the picture of us from prom up on my desk :)
I donât start class until next Tuesday. Hopefully Iâll meet some new people in my dorm or on the soccer team so Iâm not a total loser with no friends. LOL.Â
Have you met anyone new yet? I canât wait to hear all about your new Army friends! I already started a countdown calendar until we can see each other again. Only 70 days until basic training is done and I can hear about everything in person!Â
I miss you a lot. I know thatâs dumb to say because itâs only been a week, but still. I wish I would have kissed you again before you got on the plane to leave. I promise I will when I see you. Nothing says perfect place to kiss like South Missouri, romance capital of the USA (haha).Â
I know youâre gonna be busy, but write me back when you have time. The return address on the envelope is my dorm address, so use that, or risk Doug and Michelle reading your mail if you send it to my house!!! I canât wait to hear from you. Miss you, weirdo.Â
From,Â
Kenz :) <3
His luck of the draw sends a wave of relief through him, smiling down at the curvy loops of your perfectly neat printing signed at the bottom of the page. It makes his heart skip a beat, the same kind of butterflies coming to life in his stomach as they did the first time he read it. Heâs earned his money back and then some. He gets how casinos never go broke, because the high of good fortune is enough to have him reaching back into the box to put another gamble on the line.Â
October 13th, 2009
Frankie,Â
I always feel dumb sending multiple letters before I hear back from you, but you know me, I love to worry. I know you canât tell me where you are right now (stupid military and their secrets for the safety of society lol) but Iâve been seeing stuff on the news and it makes me scared for you. I just hope wherever you are, youâre safe.Â
My dadâs cancer is back. Heâs been in the hospital for almost two weeks now. They found a new mass on his liver, but they said hopefully they can target it with radiation before it starts to spread. Cassandra at the front desk asked how you were when I was at the hospital yesterday. I said that you were good. I think sheâs only asking because if youâre not there, thereâs no one to keep me from burning a hole in the waiting room carpet.Â
I wish you were here. I feel really lost right now. I just know if you were here, youâd find a way to make everything better. You always do.Â
Sorry this letter isnât longer. I havenât been sleeping that great and donât have enough brainpower to write something decent. Just wanted to let you know whatâs going on. Â
Counting down the days until you make good on your promise. I hope you come home soon, Frankie.Â
KenzieÂ
He curses himself for an unlucky draw, heart sinking at the tear stains smearing the blue ink of your trembling letters. An overwhelming wave of guilt washes over him, vivid memories of reading your notes in his bunk alone, wishing there was a way he could fly halfway around the world for a night just to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay.Â
Itâs the addictive itch in the back of his brain that makes him decide to pull one more letter from the box, taking one last gamble to see if he can prove the nagging pit in his stomach to quit while heâs ahead, wrong.Â
February 4th, 2011
Hey,Â
If you donât want to write anymore, thatâs fine. I was trying to be friendly, but clearly you donât really care. Just let me know and Iâll stop bombarding you with mail you obviously donât want. Or I guess you not responding is letting me know. If you want to send anything back you can send it to my parents house. Iâm moving into Liamâs house and itâs only 20 minutes away so I can just drive there and pick it up. No need to send you a new address you probably arenât going to write to, anyways.Â
I guess Iâll see you when I see you.Â
MacKenzieÂ
And thatâs how Vegas will always stay in business.Â
Because now Frankie is forced to walk away, all his money stolen from him at the stupid risk heâs decided to take. The one letter heâd give anything not to read again is the one he had to pull.Â
Heat seethes in his chest- he canât quite explain why. Because he lost at a rigged game heâd set up for himself? That he still hasnât quite come to terms with the ugly truth of what he put the both of you through? That he wishes with everything in him, he could go back and change what heâs done?Â
Or maybe, itâs because now might be the last chance he has to fix what heâs broken, and heâs not sure heâll ever be able to live with himself if he canât.
He leaves the pile in the basement unfinished, shoes barely tied to his feet before he bursts out the door in a sprint.
He's not sure where he's going. He's not even sure how long he's run for. All he knows is the pounding of his feet against the pavement, trying to outrun the stupid decisions of his past.
He tells himself if he runs fast enough, he'll beat them.
If he goes far enough, they'll be forgotten.
If he outraces them, you'll be there waiting for him at the finish line.
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Smutty blurb idea:
Youâve been begging for attention all day and Tommy finally gives it to you with facesitting and overstim đ„ș
đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą havenât written for Tommy in AGES!! Enjoy x this turned into a bit more than a blurb lol
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Warnings: contains overstimulation, light sim/sub dynamics, facesitting, oral sex,fem!reader
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader
You had read the same paragraph of your novel about six times now, and âreadâ was being generous; rather, you had skimmed over the print, the words blurring and muddling as your eyes drifted to your husband, Tommy.
It really wasnât fair, the way he sat at his desk, shirtless, smoking and sipping his whisky as he scanned over his paperwork.
Watching the way his muscles twitched as he moved, you let out a longing sigh, but Tommy had made it quite clear that he had to sort through his paperwork before giving you any form of attention- and he had warned you not to be a brat. Brats donât get any attention at all.
As the clock crawled forward another half hour, you closed your book, setting it aside as you admired your husband.
âWhat?â He said, feeling your gaze burn through him.
âOh nothing,â you said, leaning forward slightly. âJust admiring my husband, and willing him to hurry up so he can ravish me,â
Tommy cracked a small smirk. âIâm almost done, love,â he said gently, knowing how work often got in the way of pleasure.
**
True to his word, Tommy was pulling you upstairs ten minutes later, and you couldnât keep the grin off your face.
Entering the bedroom, you made to get on the bed, but tommy grabbed your wrist. âGet undressed,â he told you, his hands already coming to the buttons of your blouse as he pressed kisses to your neck.
Your blouse fluttered to the floor, soon followed by your skirt, stockings, bra, and finally, underwear. âThere she is,â Tommy hummed, his knuckle tracing the outline of your body. Goosebumps sprung under his touch, and you leaned into the hot firmness of his chest.
âHow do you want me?â You breathed, not caring if he wanted you from the front of from behind, so long as he just took you.
âOn top,â Tommy smirked, shucking down to his boxers and laying down, head propped against the plump pillows. You nodded, waiting for him to lay down, before moving to straddle his hips. âNot like that, love,â he said, and you cocked your head to the side. You had tried reverse cowgirl a handful of times, but it wasnât your go to: Tommy liked to grasp and slap and suck at your tits, and you liked to bury your head into his neck as he lifted your hips up and down. But still, reverse cowgirl gave him the opportunity to pay attention to your arse, slapping and grabbing it. You began turning around, but tommy grabbed onto your hip. âNo⊠up here, YN,â he said, and he grinned at your confusion. âCome sit on my face,â
Your face went from confusion to shock, your mouth forming a perfect âoâ shape. Of course, Tommy had licked you out countless times before, and you had sat on his face a few times- but they were mostly so that you could suck his cock at the same time. It had been ages since he had you ride his face.
âCome on, love⊠thought youâve been waiting for some attention all day,â you bit your lip for a moment, before shuffling up towards his face, straddling his head.
Tommy groaned lowly at the sight of your cunt, just hovering above his face. Despite your hesitation, it was clear to him that you were desperate for his attention, in more ways than one. Fed up with your hesitation, he grasped your thighs, fingers squeezing at your arse, and pulled you towards his mouth.
As his tongue darted out to lick and suck at your clit, trailing up your slit as he lapped at your wetness. Your hands flew to the headboard as your hips bucked, rutting against his face. Shyness dissipated as hot, addictive pleasure flooded your being, and your cries of pleasure muddled with the lewd slurping between your legs, filling the room as Tommy brought you over the edge.
Your hips jolted and shuddered in his hands as you rode out your high, grinding against his tongue. But Tommy did not relent, and as you began shaking and whimpering and squirming away from him, he grasped your thighs tighter, holding you firmly to his face. He was openly moaning into your cunt now, his nose nudging your oversensitive clit as his tongue prodded into your cunt, drinking in your release like it was his lifeline.
âTom,â you gasped, âThomas!â One hand grasped at his hair, your nails scratching into his scalp. ââS too much,â you moaned, but your body betrayed you, hips continuing to circle against his mouth. âGonna- tommy-fuck! Gonna come again,â you cried, and tommy moved to suck firmly on your clit, pushing you screaming over the edge once more.
Tommy drew one more orgasm out of your overworked cunt, and if your head wasnât addled with pleasure, youâd have been embarrassed with how quickly you came. Slowly, almost unwillingly, tommy moved you up from his face, helping you lay down as he moved on top of you. âYou okay?â He asked, and you stared up at him, smiling dumbly as you nodded. âGood,â tommy smirked, his hand trailing between your legs, making you squirm. âBecause Iâm not done yet,â
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Hi, i was wondering how the uppermoons react to the reader aka the love of their life crying herself to sleep after a huge argument, like they walk into their shared bedroom to find the reader laying on the bed with tear stained cheeks flushed face mouth slightly open, i know i know it's way too angst-y but i love being comforted when i cry and i am a cry baby so... Pretty pleaseđ„ș
wowieđ yâall seem to dig the crybaby reader headcanons so hereâs some angst my lovelies!!
†Uppermoons comforting reader after an argument.
pairing/featuring: crybaby!reader x the three uppermoons! content warning: lots of angst, douma has emotions, OOC!uppermoons, semi-nsfw, smaller reader, size difference, crybaby!reader.
â note: sorry if this comes off as cheesy! this is pure fluff headcanons for those who are sad and find comfort in our three lovely demons! so i wanted to go all outđ
so the uppermoons arenât going to be THAT in character. [not proof read btw]
KOKUSHIBO <3
Kokushibo (the uppermoon one) and you got into one extremely heated and serious argument that day..
Is argument even the right word at this rate? more like a fight.
Like so bad you guys were screaming at each other the same way toxic parents who werenât ever in love would fight. đ„Č
The fight was so severe to the point where kokushibo just upped and left you alone for hours. He didnât desire to fight that night and was exhausted from your constant screaming.
However..
Returns later that night to apologize since the fight was his fault only to find you crying in yâallâs shared bedroom..
Gods.. what has he done?!
Okay now he feels even worse. this is going to be troublesome considering he already has a hard time being intimate and expressing his feelings.
After all, koku here is very avoidant. but heâs not trying to be.
You immediately stop crying once you feel his presence. How long has he been standing there?
you want to tell to go away
you want to tell him you hate him (you donât)
you want to say you love him
you want to say so many things
But nothing comes out.. you just canât speak properly due to the utter anguish youâre in over the fight..
youâve always been the biggest crybaby, a sensitive soul.
Kokushibo has always reassured you that he loved that about you. as if youâre the purest and most beautiful flower. an angel sent from the gods themselves.
Finally, you muster up the courage to speak
But right before you blurt out anything Kokushibo gathers you up on his arms and cradles you on his lap.
The gesture makes you eyes water more and you just end up sobbing into his shoulder muttering: âiâm sorryâ over and over again.
some phrases youâll hear from Kokushibo while crying are;
âiâm deeply sorry, my love. my intention was to never make you shed this many tears. Thatâs the last thing i want to do..â
âPlease, no more tears, my dearest petal. I canât stand witnessing you in such a state of misery. Iâm so sorry for leaving you alone.. itâs my fault and i shouldâve tried to communicate with you instead of leaving you alone like that.. youâre my one and only and iâll never do something this foolish ever again.â
Koku isnât the very best at communication nor is he the talking type but when it comes to you heâll go out of his way to talk to you all night long until you feel better! <3
The both of you end up cuddling all night.
He plays with your soft hair and keeps an eye on you as you rest.
Even if you fall sleep he still wonât leave. Heâs going to hold you in his protective embrace while you sleep me until you wake.
DOUMA <3
Oh my! his poor sweet lotus crying to themselves after an argument? now, this wonât stand..
Now letâs skip the part where he feels emotions for you.
Anyway-
Douma is not really an argumentative kind of guy..
i mean, sure, heâll joke around with lord-akaza but thatâs all for great fun! :D
And lets not forget the numerous times muzan has chastised him or when he had to listen to his long-rants about how worthless he and his superiors are for not being able to seek out the blue spider lily.
So, when you two break out into an argument.. he doesnât yell back. he kinda disregards your feelings and accuses you of being silly and just teases you for it.
I mean, you are being over-dramatic, right?
Honestly, heâs not used to it when you yell and break down afterwards..
Doumaâs never seen you so upset before! :(
Okay, he may know how to âcomfortâ people but we all know thatâs a façade.
Deadass doesnât know what to do. itâs different because with you he actually cares (more than you know.)
Is torn between giving you space and just forcing you into his embrace and babying you until you stop crying like how he does with his disciples.
Douma is clingy. heâs always been very clingy and touchy. this rainbow-eyed man is glued to you 24/7. đ„č
As predicted, his clingyness gets the better of him and he follows you like a lost puppy once you runaway in tears.
He didnât mean for this to happen nor to make you so upset.
Youâre crying on your futon and he stands there for a good second witnessing you in distress. heâs still feeling hesitant.
He isnât used to these emotions bubbling up into his gut right now.. and doesnât like it one bit! he needs it to vanish as fast as possible.
Douma ignores your protests while he gathers you up into his strong arms and lays you across his lap bridal-style.
Kisses your tears away and gives you love bites since he has a habit of doing that. usually it makes you giggle when he does that but this time you only recoil from his touch.
âAw, donât pull away from me!â
**cue the pouting**
Douma will legitimately comfort you this time instead of putting on that act he does with his followers.
Some phrases youâll hear from douma are:
âHush now, my darling! itâll be okay! i- i didnât mean to upset you, honest! i canât let you go.. i canât leave you alone when youâre crying like this..â
âHey, hey! shh.. itâs okay sweetie! iâm here for you! letâs wipe those tears off your pretty face, hm? oh, youâre beautiful no matter what even if youâre crying but i would much rather you smile for me! can you do that for me, dear?~â
âI love you so much, [name]! I promise i didnât mean to make you upset.. it wonât happen again! please just try to communicate with me more so we wonât fight like this again!Of course iâll do the same in return.. these emotions i felt today were something i never want to experience gain!â
Much like kokushibo. Douma isnât the best communicator either.
Sure, the man may be a yapping machine but it takes him a hot minute to realize his wrong-doings and talk it out with you!
By the way heâll probably tease you after this night so be prepared.
Probably would initiate sex to make you relax since youâre so damn tense but will understand if you decline. ïżŒ
AKAZA <3
Good lord, heâs the MOST emotional and sympathetic out of everyone.
Akaza tends to yell a lot, he suffers from anger issues and can be passive aggressive so itâs quite easy to get him riled up.
This fight in particular was worse than usual.
Like wayyyy worse.
Akaza actually hates, hates, HATES, HATES, fighting with you.
So heâs on the verge of tears himself and angry with himself for being so weak to argue with you back instead of being the bigger and stronger person in this situation.
More importantly, he made you cry, heâs most disappointed in himself for that.
Akaza isnât too clingy, on very rare occasions he is though.
Akaza has attachmemt issues but doesnât show it that often (thatâs my headcanon for him)
So broâs attachment issues are literally SPIRALING in this moment.
Calls out for you when you runaway but you donât turn back and thatâs what he knows heâs fucked up.
Will do ANYTHING to make you forgive him and to stop crying.
Wants to respect you but he knows heâll go apeshit if he leaves you alone so he takes a hot minute before running after you.
Heâll knock on your door. f you donât answer heâll just waltz right in like he owns the place.
Starts yapping as soon as the door swings open.
Poor thing, heâs flipping out. đ
âBaby!! please donât cry!! shit.. iâm sorry!â
You look at him
Is he.. tearing up?
You feel guilty for overwhelming him but youâre also still mad at him.. you canât bring yourself to apply him with the reassurance and comfort he craves in that moment even though you want to..
Akaza will get more needy if you ignore him and crawl into bed with you to spoon you from behind. His hands swiftly snake around your waist and you feel your back flush against his bare chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
Heâs mumbling âiâm sorry, pretty girl..â under his shuddering breath.
He is NOT letting you go until morning.
Akaza will pepper feather-like kisses upon your neck from behind and squeeze your waist while whispering comforting words into your ear.
Heâs really not letting you go until you forgive him. đ
Phrases youâll hear from Akaza after an argument:
âCome here, honey.. iâm really sorry. believe me, i didnât mean anything i said. i was a damn idiot!â
âSweetheart, i love you so so much it hurts.. you mean the fucking world to me! i would kill for you, i would even die for you.. you bring out this special part of me in which i feel like myself.. only YOU have the power to do that. i would never leave you or let anything bad happen to you, honest!â
He embraces you and will probably end up turning you around so you can face him.
he appreciates it when you look into his eyes when heâs talking to you about something important.
You making eye-contact with him sends him onto cloud nine đ©
Akaza just wants to see your pretty face! đđ
Even if you take your time forgiving Akaza he will understand and never love you any less.
#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer headcanons#upper moons#kokushibo#douma#akaza#kokushibo x reader#douma x reader#akaza x reader#kokushibo headcanons#douma headcanons#akaza headcanons#uppermoon headcanons#anime x reader#kny headcanons#kny demons#x reader#fem reader#fluffy headcanons#angst with a happy ending
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Chicken Soup for Carmy
â ïž Content Warning â ïž harsh language, sexism and violence in one scene (not from Carmy). Hurt/comfort, fluff.
A/N: Iâm literally feral for this man. Iâm sick atm and I started thinking about taking care of Carmy while I was making chicken soup. Bonus combo with Carmy protecting you from an asshole customer. Not proofread bc my brain is rotting. Plz be nice this is my first time posting a fic đ„ș
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It was cold. You braced yourself against the harsh Chicago wind as you made your way briskly down the street. After a late night phone call from your brother sent you into a spiral, you couldnât sleep. Youâd been tossing and turning all night until finally, at 4am, you flung off the covers and got dressed. It wasnât a surprise that youâd come here. This place consumed all your mind and your heart since you started working here a few months ago. You used your key to unlock the door in the alley, sighing with relief as the warmth of The Beef welcomed you inside. It was quiet, the lights were down, it was peaceful. You slipped off your sneakers trading in your kitchen clogs and tucked your things safely away in your locker. You tied your handkerchief on your head as you moved. It was so comforting, the routine of The Beefâs prep work. You felt so at home, moving from the prep area to the walk in, diligently beginning the tasks that didnât need to be started for a few more hours. He would understand. You thought to yourself as you began to prepare fresh stock for the day. He was a man after your own heart, your boss, Carmen Berzatto.
Avoidant, chaotically emotional, one wrong thing away from a complete meltdown, that you both disguised as workaholic tendencies. As you finely chopped onions, your mind quieted. Everything was shut out except for the task at hand. Your brotherâs angry voice on the phone accusing you: âyou never come home! You donât even care about us! You canât take come take care of your own mother?!â was drowned out by the rhythmic pound of your knife on the cutting board. You were in the zone.
Until a voice startled you out of your bubble. âChef?â You jolted, looking up at the man before you. Carmyâs hair was messier than usual, the bags under his eyes were deeper and more purple. His lips were parted with each soft breath he took. He gave you a quizzical look. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI uh-â your mouth felt dry and you tripped over your words, as usual when he set those intense blue eyes on you. âI couldnât sleep.â
Carmy nodded, not pushing you any further. All he said before moving toward the office was a simple: âHeard, Chef.â
You watched him go, noticing the slump of his shoulders and the labor of his normally spry step. There was no mistaking it, Carmen was sick. You stared at the office door for a long moment before you made up your mind.
You set a heavy bottomed pot on the stove with some olive oil. Your hands moved with well practiced efficiency as you chopped garlic and onions, celery and carrots. The garlic and onions went in first. Then the celery. A sprig of thyme and a dash of white wine. While that simmered you quickly seared some chicken breast and chopped it into perfectly bite sized pieces. All into the pot with chicken stock and water, tightly covered to develop the flavors. Next came the pasta. You cracked eggs into the well of flour, mixing and kneading until it became a smooth golden dough. You carefully, tenderly rolled the dough and cut it into thick, short noodles. A bath in hot water to cook, then they too joined the pot. In no time at all, you were ladling a generous portion into a bowl. You set a toasted piece of chibatta on the side, grabbed a spoon, and took a deep breath in an attempt to settle your nerves. Softly, you knocked on the office door.
âYeah?â His voice responded.
âChef?â You entered, nervous. Words failing you as they so often did in his presence, you set the bowl before him. Carmyâs eyes widened. The aroma made his mouth water. He looked to you, gaze softening. âYou made me chicken soup?â
Your cheeks grew warm. âY-yeah, I mean chicken soup always makes me feel better when Iâm sick.â
Carmy couldnât believe you. You noticed? He smiled at you. You were so beautiful. You were always so confident and sure on the line, delegating with efficiency, respect, and authority. He had hired you the second you stepped into The Beef. Your resume was impressive but there was something in the way you carried yourself that truly earned the golden reputation you had in the culinary industry. But you were different with him, in the occasional moments like this where it was just you and him. Shy, almost bashful, gentle, and soft. He loved it. He wanted more of it. He lifted the spoon, bringing a bite to his lips.
âGotta get a little of everything.â You muttered, eagerly awaiting his response.
Carmy shot you a sideways smile. It was good. No, it was better than good. The warm broth slid down his throat and each bite exploded with a depth of flavor he couldnât believe. It was pure comfort. It reminded him of being a little kid staying home sick from school. Curled up on the couch while Jerry Springer played, eating crackers and ginger ale until his mom would bring a bowl of chicken noodle soup. But this soup, your soup, was more than that. People always talk about cooking with love but he swore he could taste it. Each ingredient had been so carefully handled. Perfectly chopped vegetables, moist and flavorful chicken. The warm feeling in his chest grew as he inspected the bowl.
âDid uh, did you make this pasta fresh?â He asked, eyeing you.
âYeah, itâs better that way.â You blushed.
âThank you, chef.â He said. âItâs really, really good.â Carmy looked down, suddenly feeling heavy. The fear of closeness set into him and all he could think about was how heâd fuck this up. âYou-you didnât have to make this for me.â
âOh, itâs okay!â You insisted. âIt was no big deal.â You began to leave, giving him one last truthful smile. âI like taking care of you.â
âI like taking care of you.â Your words rattled through Carmyâs mind all day. Throughout all of lunch, prep, and dinner he couldnât stop thinking about what youâd said. The soup you had made was the first thing heâd eaten in too long. He couldnât remember the last time someone had cooked for him and youâd just done it because you noticed he wasnât feeling well. No motive, no games, just tender love and concern.
Love.
Carmy shook his head to try and shake the thought from his mind. No, no, no there was no way you actually cared about him. Not like that. You were just being nice.
Thatâs just who you are; nice. You were always so kind. The way youâd help Marcus workshop pastries, the way youâd make Tina laugh and listen to her talk about whatever trouble Louis had gotten in, how youâd encourage Sydney and remind her that she can do this. Even the way youâd throw snark right back at Richie or howâd youâd always set aside a portion of Family for Fak and Sugar, even Pete. You were always thinking of others. Carmy wasnât special.
Yeah. Not special.
Carmy insisted the thought as he scrubbed the grill. Not special. Not special. Not special.
âCarmy?â There you were. You were always there. You had a thick denim jacket on, bag on your shoulder, knit beanie pulled down over your hair. Your brow furrowed at the sight of him. âAre you okay?â
âYeah, yeah.â Carmy shook his head. âIâm fine⊠you uh- you heading out?â
You shrugged, hoisting your bag a little higher on your shoulder and eyeing him skeptically. âYeah. Are you?â
âYeah, in a bit.â
You chuckled, more exasperated than humorous. âNo.â
âWhat?â Carmy asked, confused.
âNo, youâre leaving too.â You insisted. You were feeling bold. Months of long looks and his hand on your lower back every time he passed you had culminated tonight.
You had taken over the front for Richie while he ducked out to take a call from his daughter. Youâd insisted. It was slammed for dinner but everything was going fairly smooth until an irate customer approached you.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Heâd asked, slamming his plate onto the counter.
âExcuse me?â
âI mean are you retarded or something?â He continued. You were stunned into silence. You had never had anyone speak to you like that. âHow hard is it to make a fucking sandwich? I know your tits are bigger than your brain but Jesus fucking Christ itâs not hard!â
âI-IâŠâ you were shaking. âIâm sorry that youâre not satisfied, sir. If you like, we can-â
âNot satisfied?!â He screamed. âHow can I be satisfied with this piece of shit!â
He hurled the sandwich at you. It hit you in the chest, toppings and sauce splattering everywhere. Before you even knew what was happening, a blur of messy curls shot past you. Carmy launched over the counter, tackling the man. His fist collided with the manâs face over and over while Richie and Fak rushed after him. There was a cacophony of yells as Richie pulled Carmy back. âGet your girl!â Richie yelled. âCousin! Go get your girl!â
Fak and Richie dragged the man out and threw him into the street. Carmyâs hands grasped your cheeks.
âHey, hey, are you okay?â He wiped the sauce splatters from your brow. âLook at me.â
Carmy burned with anger as he watched you shake. Your white shirt and blue apron were covered in the sandwich. He imagined what you would do for him if he was in your position. How youâd care for him, how youâd tend to him⊠so he tried to do what you would. Gently he guided you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist. He practically carried you to his office where he sat you on the couch and quickly went to grab a clean shirt from his own locker. You were in the same place he left you when he returned. Carmy knelt before you, taking your face in his hands once more.
âHey, itâs okay. Itâs okay.â Tears welled in your eyes and you collapsed into his arms. He smoothed his hand over you back, repeating âitâs okayâ over and over again. He felt like he was on fire. The feeling of you clinging to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, the smell of you, how you fit in his arms⊠it was too much. He wanted to run away and never speak to you again. He wanted to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of his life. He wanted to scream. He wanted to feel your lips against his. He wanted to find the piece of shit that yelled at you and rip him to pieces. He wanted your chicken soup every time he was sick.
All those feelings were closing in on Carmy once again as he stared at you across the kitchen. You still had his t shirt on. You were looking at him expectantly.
âSorry, uh⊠what did you say?â Carmyâs voice was softer than he expected.
âI said Iâll walk home with you.â
âOh, no thatâs okay. Ive got to-â
âCarmy,â you stepped closer. Your voice was firm but so tender. âYou need to get some rest. Come on, I wonât take no for an answer.â
He couldnât help but smile back at you. âAlrightâŠâ he conceded.
The two of you braced yourselves against the cold and hurried down the sidewalk side by side. You argued about who would walk who home. Carmy insisted on walking you to your apartment but you protested on the grounds that heâd just go back to the restaurant once he dropped you off.
âFine,â you gave in. âBut you have to call me when you get to your place so I know you made it home!â
Carmy looked at the ground, smiling. The warmth in his chest from your soup was steadily turning into a molten pool of lava.
âHeard.â He grinned. You wanted to know heâd made it home. You wanted to make sure he rested. I like taking care of you.
âWell, Iâm just up here.â Your voice stopped his thoughts from spiraling before it could even start. Carmyâs brow furrowed. âWhat?â You asked, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor.
âYou live over there?â
âYeah? Like a block down?â
There was a beat of silence before Carmy let out a breathy laugh. âI live right there.â He pointed to the building on the other side of the street.
âNo shit!â You laughed in earnest. Your hand came to rest on his arm. âGuess Iâm gonna be walking you home more often.â
Carmyâs entire body was on fire. He could imagine the tingle of your soft hand on his skin through all the layers of clothing. He wanted to hold you close again like in his office, but this time you wouldnât be crying. A deep pit opened in his stomach. How long before he made you cry? How long before he fucked it all up? Until you hated him and quit the restaurant and everything fell apart because he-
âHey,â your voice. Always your voice that brought him back. When he looked over at you it was like everything but your face faded into a blurry background. You were all Carmy could see. âDo you want to come to mine? I havenât eaten and I KNOW you havenât either.â
Carmyâs heart fluttered. âO-okay.â He started, his confidence rising when he noticed your hand was still in his arm. âOnly if you let me cook you something.â
âOoh,â you smiled. âIâd never turn that down!â
Carmy chuckled, feeling lighter for the first time in years as he walked so close beside you that your shoulders brushed. âIt wonât be as good as your chicken soup.â
#the bear#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy the bear#carmy x reader#carmy x you#carmy x fem!reader#hurt/comfort#sickfic#carmen berzatto fluff
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Ribbon,Bicep,trend!!
Summary : basically this trend with skz!but just a little change!
pairing: skz X gn!reader
Bangchan
âąyou just come up to him with the trend randomly like he's just chilling in the living room and you just jump out of nowhere
âąwhen you tell him the trend he just nods not even paying much attention until you pull him to record the video and he's like ???????
âąand then you just show him the tiktok and tell him your gonna add changes to this! and go to grab the ribbon and your lipsticks!
âąhonestly he'll just look at you like just look at what your doing cause he still has no clue (he's a boomer)
âąand then you tell him that I'll tie this ribbon Nd I'll kiss your bicep! cause it'll make the video look more aesthetically pleasing đ«¶đđ
âą"oh" that's all Chan has to say :] "well what about you kiss my Face too ? ;]" "your face won't be in the video chann!" (>:[ sad chan)
âąhe just sits on the bed and he's looking at you applying the lipstick like :) patiently waiting for you :)))
âąand when you're done you walk up to him sit next to him and just start kissing his bicep and he's likeđ„Ž smiling and blushing like craaaazzzyyyyyyyyyyy
âąyou tie the ribbon around his Bicep and get your phone
âąand well he's trying his best to maintain a serious face but he can't when he's blushing so hard from looking at the lipstick stains!
âąand yes he breaks the ribbon in first try and your like :o! and he's just smiling and flexing his muscles!
âąand when you post the video it blows up! cause its so cute! you can see Chan smiling like crazy!
Minho
âąyou both were laying in the bed on a Sunday afternoon scrolling your phones and then you found the trend and you were like WE NEED TO DO THIS THATS SO CUTE!I WANNA DO IT OMGGGG!
âąYou then look at Minho with đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș and he's like no.
âąafter an hour of pleading begging whinning and throwing tantrums he finally said "okay *Sigh* yeah whatever lets do it đ"
âąacts like he's annoyed by your begs and everything but internally smiling because he just loves when you beg or whine!
âąyou kneel sitting beside him as you kiss his bicep as he just looks at you with a smirk. his ears slowly turning red-ish in colour
âąand you tell hi! the trend and bring the ribbon and lipsticks and he's just sitting on the edge of the bed likeđźâđš "can't you be quick you're wasting my time" and your like đđđ
âą you tie the ribbon around his bicep and turn on the camera"lets see how much musculos you got huh?!đ" and he's like " whatever I can pick you up with just my hand"
âąwell breaks the ribbon on the 3rd try and your like "weak musculos!"
âąand he just pulls you and you fall on the bed! he climbs on top of you and throws your phone to a side. "what did you just say huh?" as he smirks. rest lies in mystery
âą well when you upload the video the stays go BOOMBOOMBOOOOMMM "GIRL I WANNA KISS THAT BICEP SO BAD" "I WANNA RECREATE BUT THE ONLT PERSON I HAVE JS DELULU" and your like đ€·đ€·đ€·đđđđđđ«¶
ChangBin
âąso you tell him the trend and he'll be sooo happy and excited cause he knows he'll break the ribbon he got those huge muscles đȘđ».
âąand when you tell him that you'll kiss his bicep he's like even more happy!!!
âąhe will sit on the edge of bet acting like a crazy teenage girl in love like he'd be soo sooo soooo excited!!
âąlike out of all of the members I think he'll be the most happiest and excited member for this trend!!
âąand you apply the lipstick when you kiss his bicep he's like "đ„șcan I have a kiss here too"pointing at his lips and you're like awww but no!
âąhe goes đœđœ when he looks at the stains on his bicep as you tie the ribbon!
âąAnd you start recording AND OFCOURSE HE BREAKS IT IN FIRST TRY! And he's obviously gonna proudly show off his muscles!
âąAFTER YOU POST IT HE'S SURELY GONNA GO LIKE DID YOU SEE Y/N'S NEW TIKTOK???!!
HyunJin
âąhe and his dramatic ass I swear he'll go from an asshole to a whole romantic person who'd look at you with literally heart eyes
âąsooo you goo to him with the idea and he'll firstly give you the side eyeing and you're like hold on stop with your eyes.
âąyou just go and grab the stuff until he's done with his attitude! and when you come back he's looking at what your're doing likeđđ
âącomplains about the lipstick shade because "the colour is not good enough to be on his bicep"
âąyou come back with another lipstick shade and he's like no not this one and you repeat this like until you just bring the whole box of lipsticks to him!
âąand when he finally selects the "perfect shade" he tells you to apply this with a satisfactory smile
âąyou just look at him like I'm so done with his spoiled ass and just apply the lipstick
âąyou pull his arm a little closer and start to kiss his arm and he'll just admire you like literally he'll just have so much love for you he'll look at you with so much love like omg!
âąand when you're done you tie the ribbon and grab your phone to start recording
âąand he'll be like yeah that's too easy until he tree his best to break the ribbon well after like somewhat 4-5 tries he breaks it đđ«¶
HanJisung
âąso you come to him like excitedly jumping like OMG OMG THIS TREND IS SOOO CUTEE LETS DO THIS HAN! HAN HAN HEAR ME OUT OKAY OMGGG!
âąLike my lady chill out my man is just so confused cause he was literally laying down on the bed like he has no idea what you're talking about
âąlike he's so confused like SERIOUSLY HE IS IN ANOTHER WORLD AMD COME EXPLODING LIKE OMGG
âąwhen he comes back to the world and you calm down a little you'll tell him the idea!
âąand when you reached to the kissing part he instantly said yes like you were halfway through explaining and he was like yeah let's do it Right Now
âącome on like he's so inlove with you and he loves the idea of showing you off to the world cause you're his, like any chance he gets he'll show you off! (cause he has the greatest and the prettiest s/o)
âąyou apply you're lipstick and come to him. he'll just get so carried away like he'll pull you to kiss him instead of kissing his bicep!!đ
âąyou somehow managed to stain his arm and tie the ribbon and record the tiktok and he breaks the ribbon on first try
âąwell you dont know about the tiktok but yeah you're for sure cuddled up with him after recording!
LeeFelix
âąi think he's the least dramatic member out off all of the!m like he'll simply just do the tiktok without any tantrums or drama like yeah he's a good boy đ
âąso you walk up to him and you go like "hey you wanna do this tiktok-" "yeah I'm in"
âąand you're like okay Les do it and start to apply the lipstick
âąyou come back to him and stain his arm and he's just smiling like the cutiehe is
âąyou tie the ribbon and start to record
âąwell you both just end up laughing at his attempts to try to break the ribbon well that was not the plan but you still posted it cause it was very cute!
âąand people blast you with comments like "aww felix and s/o are so cuteđ«¶đ„șđ" "omg! I love the way you both are so happy together!" "do more trends it's so cute"
Seungmim
âąseumgmin will just say no to you like instantly
âąyou come up to him and tell him about this tiktok- and he was like "No" as soon as he hears tiktok he said no
âąyou were like pleaseeeeeeee đ„șđ„șđ„ș and yet pleading for like an hour he still says no
âąso you stare at him and grab the pink ribbon and when he wasn't paying attention you tied him fully. you tied his arms aNd waist so he could not use them!
âąhe looks at you like đđ"let me go you kidnapper" you just look at him with a evil smile as you run and get your lipstick
âąyou apply the lipstick and start to kiss his face and then the neck and then his hands. painting his body with lipstick stains!
âąhe'll instantly blush he'll try to hide his smile but he says while laughing "Hey stop it! what are you doing" he loves it but wont say it!
âąand then you post a video captioning "this is what you get when you don't agree with me!" and the tiktok just BLASTS LIKE SERIOUSLY CAUSE IT WAS SO SO SO SOVSOSOOOOOOOOOO CUTE OMGGG!
Jeongin
âąso you both were cuddling and scrolling tiktoks and then you come across this trend and it really catches your eyes cause your boyfriend had those muscles and was super cute! so why tf not!?!
âąyou look at him and looks at you "can we đ„ș" "alright*sigh*"
âąso you go get the pink ribbon and a lipstick you apply it and come towards jeongin he looks at you and then at the ribbon
âąyou kneel next to his arm as you started to leave the kissstains and he is confused and so red like he's blushing hard! "hey-woah what are you doing?!" he says like shyly! blushy shy baby
âąamd you're like I wanted to add kiss stains cause they'll look cute!đđ«¶
âąhe will be so blushy the whole time! and you tie the ribbon and create the video! and it ofc hits!
âą(and he without any effort easily breaks the ribbon)
that's it I hope you liked it!
requests/asks open!
(English is not my first language)
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đ„ș hi. I get so anxious asking for requests. So Iâm sorry if itâs weird. But could I please please Pleaseee get a ghost x fem reader. Hurt to comfort. They were on a mission and sheâs there for medic help. Not even to fight. But she got taken by the bad guys. And she gets tortured for information that she doesnât have. And they play mind games with her. Making her think that they will never come rescue her. They really fully break her body and break her mind by the end of it. But before she thinks sheâs about to finally die, Ghost and the others come and save her. And itâs about how the only person she feels safe with after all that is ghost and just him helping her heal and get back to the woman she was before all this. I want it to hurt my soul. đ but then thereâs hope at the end of it bc they have each other.
My Heart Will Go On
Don't be, I love when people ask me things, and I looooved this request so much!!! I too like to torturehave fun with my OC's :)
TW: Blood, torture, manipulation
Pairing: GhostxReader
Part 2
It wasnât supposed to happen like this. It wasnât supposed to happen at all, actually. It was just another mission, another day on the job. You went out with the boys as usual, their assigned medic as theyghost refused to work with anybody else. You werenât sure why. Maybe it was your soft demeanor, your gentle touch, the way you never judged himthem for anything hethey did. But whatever it was, they liked you, and so with them you went.
You hung back at the evac point, also as usual. Sitting in the truck, first aid kit on your lap, a comm in your ear as you listened to your boys and made sure they were all okay. It was a tense fight, gunshots and pained grunting filling your headset. You were on edge, rocking back and forth as you listened for your que to come in. In fact, you were so focused on the comms that you didnât even notice the danger you were in until it was too late.
Your first cue something was wrong was when the comms went silent. The sounds of battle filled your ears for hours before getting cut off abruptly. Your hand shot to the comm link, fiddling with it as you frantically tried to reconnect, worried something was wrong.
âGhost, do you copy?â
âGhost?â
âPrice?â
âGaz?â
âCan you hear me??â Your voice got more and more panicked as you got no response. You yanked the headset off and shrugged your vest on, kit in hand as you slid out of the truck.
Your second clue something was wrong was when you looked up to see the barrel of a gun pointed directly at your face. You didn't even have time to ask âwhatâ before everything went dark.
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âHello, princesa.â You blink hard as the blindfold is removed from your eyes. The light is blinding, the splitting headache you got from being pistol whipped only intensifying under the harsh lights.
âWho are you?â You manage after a moment, eyes slowly focusing on the man in front of you. He is large, easily over six foot, and built like an absolute unit. His face is covered by a black balaclava, though his scarred, tattooed forearms are on display.
âDonât play stupid with me.â His voice is deep and smooth, and if you werenât in the situation you are in you would have asked him to keep talking.
ââM not! I don't-"
âDonât lie to me Princesa. I donât like liars.â A shiver runs down your spine as his tone darkens.
âBut Iâm-â
âAh ah lovie, I am one asking questions here.â
âI wasnât ask-â
âSHUT UP!â You flinch back at the drastic change in tone, the sound sending bolts of pain through your skull.
âOh sorry Princesa, did that hurt?â Seriously, you are going to get whiplash from his bi-polar personality, âForgot you have concussion. Let's get you Advil for that and then we see if you talk, yeah?"
You watch with blurry vision as he leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound sends waves of agony through your pounding head, and by the time you can focus again he's back.
All it takes is one well placed blow to the head, an attempt to get you to pay attention, and you're out like a light.
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âI donât know anything I swear! Please! I don't know anything!â The sobs tear raggedly out of your throat, already raw from screaming. Your voice is scratchy and broken, but still you can't stop begging.
âI donât know anythingâ You sob. Those words, I donât know, had become your motto over the past few daysweeks(?)
âOh Princesa. I know.â He croons, running a finger down your bruised face.
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Time was meaningless. Has it been 2 days since you were captured? Two weeks? Months? You donât know. Your meals come at staggered times, and your captors never come at a routine time. The lights turn on and off at staggered times, nothing in a set pattern, a system created to mess with your mind.
Not that you know that. This wasnât the kind of life you lived. You were a medic for heaven's sake. Your hands had been built to mend, to fix, to heal. Not to clutch at broken bones, to scratch against cement, to be chained and broken. You arewere a gentle creature, not designed for this world of torture and terror.
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"They no come for you." You moan as the words pound through your skull, nearly unintelligible.
"Wh'...y'say?" You mumble, voice scratchy and broken.
"You're friends, Princesa. They are no coming for you." He sighs and moves next you, prodding your side with his steel-toed boot, "You are replaceable, your skills are easily replicated, they no spend time and resources to find a simple medic."
"TheyâŠ'll c'me." You wheeze, refusing to belive that Price, that Gaz, that Soap, that Ghost, would just...leave you.
He laughs in response, digging his toe into your side until your gasping in pain.
"We shall see, Princesa. We shall see."
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You werenât built for this. Werenât built to recognize the manipulation, the mind games. Werenât built to survive the two-face man who was reshaping your brain. The man who was your greatest source of pain, but also your only friend. The man that flayed your flesh open, but soothed and bandaged you when it was all over. This man, who was slowly becoming the only thing you could trust in your unstable world. He may bring you unbearable pain, but he brought you comfort too.
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"That looks bad, Princesa." The man lightly touches the bones sticking out of your forearm. You whine in pain, clutching it to your chest. He chuckles, wiping your blood off on the cell floor.
"Let's get that fixed up, yeah?" His voice is soft, and gentle, and the nicest thing you've heard in a loooong time. His touch is the same, gentle caresses of bruised and broken skin, revolting and appealing at the same time.
Oh, it's utter agony as he sets and stitches your arm with no pain killers. You scream, back arching, lungs heaving, body seizing.
But after? Oh it's heaven. He holds you, cradling you against his warm body, making sure you don't go into shock, telling you you're a good girl, and that you've made him proud. You hate yourself for it, but you can't help but preen at the praise.
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He brings you a calendar. One month. Itâs been one month since you got taken.
âItâs been over a month.â He says, a deep voice tinged with pity, âand no sign of yourâŠfriends. Iâd give up being rescued if I were you, because they clearly have.â You can barely hear him as you stare at the paper in his hands, 31 days marked off with big, bright Xâs. 31 days that you have been trapped here. 31 days that your squadâŠhadnât come for you. Is he right? Are they really not coming? Did Ghost really give up on you? Are you-
âAy Princesa, I even did what you asked. I sent your squad pictures and videos that even the greenest tech member could pull some coordinates from, but nothing. Itâs like I said. Your âfriendsâ donât care for you. They are not coming for you. I am your only friend in this place. Tell me, who bandages your wounds, who feeds you, who makes sure your living space is comfortable?â
âY-you do.â You whisper uncertainty, âButâŠyou also hurt me, donât you?â
âOh Princesa, I wouldnât hurt ya if yâ would just listen. It not torture if you're disobedient. It's justâŠpunishment.â His voice is sickeningly sweet, âAnd you just back-talked me. Do you remember what happens when you try to give me sass?â
"I getâŠpunished." You mumble, cheeks flushing with shame.
"Obviously, you fucking idiot. I mean how."
"IâŠyouâŠI have to do affirmations."
"Look at that, y'r gettin' it!"
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"Say it again." He snarls. You sit in front of a mirror, face bruised, bleeding, and swollen.
"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friendsâŠ're n-no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'v'bleâŠI 'm r'pl'c'âŠable." You whisper for the hundredth time.
"Again."
"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends 're no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'vable, I 'm r'pl'c'âŠable."
"Again!"
"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends 're no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'vable, I 'm r'pl'c'âŠable."
He makes you keep going, repeating those 4 sentences until you literally can't make sound anymore, a fact he tests by seeing how much it takes to get you to scream. You pass out before he gets anywhere.
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"Ghost?"
"Simon?"
"Please."
"Why are you not coming for me?"
just FYI if the timing seems disjointed and the speech is wierd, that is intentiweird,
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