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stark-ironman · 4 months ago

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We need more sub Hugh, give him some more of the lovin… Maybe he’s the insecure one, you’re a young up and coming singer/actress who has your entire future ahead of you and tons of other men and women your age who were dying to get a chance with you, he worries that you’ll tire of him in his old age

You assure him, of course, maybe suck him off in the process to remind him that he’s Hugh fucking Jackman and you’re the one who should be worried if anything and that you love him more than life ;)

You're All I Want

18+ No Minors

Warnings: jealously, oral (m recieving), deep throating

The crowd roars as you walk off the stage, the stage crew waiting to take off your in-ear monitors and microphone while Hugh walks up to you with a beaming smile. Your arms immediately wrap around his waist and he pulls you close, kissing the top of your head congradulating you on your show as he leads you towards the dressing room.

"I'm going to shower real quick and then we can head to the hotel." You say, kissing him softly and he goes to sit on the couch to wait. While you're in the shower, you hear a knock on the door and some chatter before the door shuts again but you don't pay any mind to it since it's normally your assistant bringing you some stuff the fans gave her.

You step out of the shower and walk out with a towel wrapped around you, smiling when you see Hugh but quickly furrow your brows when you notice he looks upset. "Everything okay?" You ask, snapping him out of his trance. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just spaced out for a moment." He gives you a short smile, looking at you while you get dressed.

"There was a delivery for you." Hugh says after some time, motioning towards the 2 dozen roses. A confused look comes across your face as you read the card and you quickly notice why Hugh's acting strange. "I have no idea who these could be from." You walk over to him, noticing he won't look you in your eyes. "Apparently it's from someone who has their eyes on you." His response carries a bit of jealously but also something else you can't quite put your finger on.

"Hugh, I love you and you're the only pair of eyes I care about being on me. You know that, right?" You try to hold his face but he shrugs it off, standing up quickly. "Let's go to the hotel. You need to rest after the show you put on." He grabs your bags and leads the way to the car, setting them in the trunk before opening the door for you then getting in the other side.

The ride to the hotel is quiet. You glance over at Hugh but he's staring at the road ahead, his jaw slightly clenched and you can't help but worry about why this is affecting him so bad. People send you gifts and flowers all the time. You always ignore the ones that have flirty messages written on them and Hugh knows that. Hell, the two of you has even poked fun at the men who try to flirt with you while knowing you're a taken woman.

Once to the hotel, Hugh carries your bags to your shared room and you quickly shut the door, locking it. "Hugh." Your voice is quiet but you know he heard it. "Need to get ready for bed, love." He says trying to walk past you to the bathroom but you stop him, placing your hands on his face to make him look at you.

"Please tell me what's wrong." You say, seeing his eyes turn from distant to sadness. His hands find your waist as he sighs, placing his head against yours. "It's stupid." He mumbles but you keep pushing for him to tell you. "It's just, seeing the roses tonight on top of all the messages and gifts you receive from men and women makes me feel like you could do so much better than me. I'm getting older and you have so much of life to experience. You don't need someone like me holding you back." His confession shocks you but you keep a hold of him, pecking his lips softly.

"You will never hold me back. I want to experience everything I'm going to experience, with you. I don't care about the people who send those gifts or messages because at the end of the day I get to come home to you. You're the only one I love and that will never change." You say, seeing the hesitation sweep across his face so you kiss him deeply.

"Take your clothes off." You lightly command, seeing his eyebrows raise so you repeat yourself, firmer this time and he starts taking his clothes off. "Lay on the bed." He does what you say as you remove your clothes, straddling his hips and kissing him deeply.

You move slowly down his body, trailing kisses and small bites all the way down his torso, sitting up slightly so you can look at him. "Why would I want anybody else when my man looks like a Greek God?" A soft moan leaves his lips and you move further down, grabbing his semi-hard cock in your hand.

"You've ruined me for any other person, baby. I only dream of you and your dick. Nobody else's," You lick a stripe up his base, watching him twitch, "Nobody could take care of me the way you do. You've spoiled me in every way possible." Your mouth wraps around his tip, taking him slowly in your mouth as a gasp leaves his.

Hugh's hands tangle through your hair, moving your hair while your tongue circles around his tip then pulling slightly as you bob your head, moving down his length. You finally fully take him, your nose pressed against his neatly trimmed hair before coming back up. He tries to push your head back down but you swat his hand away, wanting to be in control for just this once.

You start bobbing your head, hearing a string of curses leave Hugh's lips as his head falls back against the pillow. You keep one hand on his base and move the other to wrap around his balls, massaging them gently as you take him.

"Fuck, darling. You look so pretty down there." He moans, thrusting his hips slightly causing you to gag but neither one of you let up. You brace yourself and allow him to fuck your mouth for a few minutes before pulling off slightly, telling him to let you continue before placing your mouth back on him.

His moans become erratic as his body starts to tense up, a slew of curse words fall from his lips while you keep your quick pace. "I- I'm fixing to.. c-cum, darling." He warns but you don't let up, taking him fully back down your throat as his dick starts twitching, his release shooting ropes inside.

You let him ride out his release before removing your mouth with a pop, wiping the spit and hint of cum from around your mouth.

"Still question if I want you?" You ask with a smile, watching him chuckle as he pulls you to him, kissing you deeply and sliding his tongue past your lips to taste himself. "I'm not letting you go after that. I love you even more after that," He rolls on top of you, "Now let me show you why you love me so much."

#hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #hugh jackman smut #hugh jackman imagine #logan howlett

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synthetickitsune · 9 months ago

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Jun (SVT) | Not Jealous fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader A/N: i once again blame @hanniedream and her silly bf jun ideas for making me stuck in jun brainrot >:(

“You’re doing it again,” you accuse him with a pout when you join him again at the bar.

“Hm?” he frowns, turning his body towards you.

“You’re not jealous at all,” you sigh, “Someone flirts with me and you don’t care at all.”

It’s a tradition at this point - someone lowkey flirts with you with Jun in sight, you decline them, and life goes on. Your boyfriend hardly ever so much as comments on it anymore.

You’re not actually bothered by it, but today you wish he’d show a little more feeling at someone flirting with his partner. He senses you’re upset, and even if he thinks it’s more the late hour getting to you than you actually being mad, it’s always safer to check or at least distract you.

“Wanna know my secret?” he smiles, gently putting his hand over your knee and slowly stroking your skin to soothe you.

“Yeah,” you jump at the opportunity. He huffs at your sudden enthusiasm, then takes a couple of deep breaths. He meant to pull out some lame joke, but he’s not so sure he can do it anymore. His mind just goes a little blank when you look at him like this. And so the painful truth is his only way.

“I imagine they’ll flirt with me next.”

“...come again?”

“I’ll think they’ll be flirting with me next and how I’d feel in that situation,” he rephrases carefully, feeling his ears beginning to burn up.

“Jun, look, I love you but what the actual fuck. Please explain the thought process,”

“You always say I’m hotter than you,” he gives you an expectant look, and you play along and nod, “Say it.”

“Yeah, you’re hotter than me,” you roll your eyes, and you definitely do not smile seeing the happy grin on his face.

“Well then naturally, they’ll see you and be interested and flirt, but when they see me, they’ll come right over instead,” he explains, slowly growing embarrassed and looking to you for support. You’re a little too focused on the fact that this sounds a lot like when a long time ago it was you explaining why you’re insecure when people see you together. He seemed so confused about it, and you wonder if it actually caused some damage. “And yeah, I just think that and how uncomfortable I’d be if someone came onto me like that when I already have you and you’re everything I want and need. And you’re out of their league too!”

You jump a little when you realize how close Jun leaned towards you while you were trying to comprehend what he’s telling you. His skin looks adorably flushed, and you know it’s definitely not from the very much non-alcoholic juice and vodka cocktail he’s been drinking. You close the gap between you, resting your forehead against his.

“I think I want to marry you,” you sigh, closing your eyes before you can see the relieved smile that you know would make you propose right then and there.

“So are you still mad at me?” he asks, taking your hands in his.

“I wasn’t mad, I just think it’s unfair,” you shake your head before kissing him. He hums into the kiss, sliding a hand behind your head. It moves to rest around your shoulders when you pull away.

“But you know, Jun, that last guy was kind of hot,” you mention off-handedly as you swirl the drink in your glass.

“Hm, yeah, he had a nice body,” Jun leans back, tilting his head in thought.

“And you still thought I was out of his league? Still thought you’d mind him flirting with you?” you’re just teasing, your reward being his laugh.

“Honestly, I’m so annoyed someone is flirting with you that it’s not hard to only find the ugly things on them,” he shrugs, smirking when he notices your surprised face, “I get jealous, I just try not to show it if it’s stupid.”

You push his shoulder and groan. You cross your arms on the table and put your head on them, glaring at your laughing boyfriend.

He’s right though. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, he’s right there to protect you and take care of sending the offender away. Whenever they cross a boundary, he will show them you’re his, the same as when you make it clear you want him to be possessive about you. He just never makes a scene if there is no need.

“I can-”

“No,” you stop him before he can continue, smiling as he rubs your back gently, “You’re perfect. I’m just stupid sometimes.”

“Always,” he coughs to tease you, but that’s alright.

You’re grateful to have him - bickering and all.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #jun x reader #jun scenarios #svthub #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #jun fluff #seventeen x reader #svt scenarios #svt reactions #svt fluff #drabble

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theotherbuckley · 8 months ago

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I like you (because you're you) - bucktommy 2K

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“Who was that?” Tommy asks, walking up to where Buck’s sat on the couch, phone placed down in his lap. They’d just finished dinner, Buck had cooked a delicious pasta dish that had Tommy coming back for seconds. He’d told Buck how much he liked it, and Buck had promised he’d make it again before his phone started buzzing and he’d apologised before taking the call.

Buck gives him a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His cheerful self from earlier seemingly replaced with a faded version. He has this distant look in his eyes which he quickly blinks away before he speaks. “Uh, that was my friend Connor. He, uh, just wanted some of my medical records.” He waves his hand like it’s no big deal. It isn’t. Not really. His brain is just being stupid, is all.

Tommy raises his eyebrows before frowning. “Why’d he need those?” He questions, coming to sit down next to Buck. He places his hand on Buck’s thigh momentarily, squeezing softly like he just knows that Buck needs a little bit of comfort right now even if he doesn’t quite understand why.

“Uh, their son was at a doctor's appointment, just having a check-up or something, and I’m well— they used my sperm so, you know, they just want to make sure everything is in order, I guess,” he rushes out the last part, desperate to get the words out like if he says it fast enough Tommy won’t even realise what he’s said and it won’t cause any issues.

Tommy’s brows rise further as he takes that in. Buck watches him process, afraid that his life will once again be too much for someone, and they’ll walk out. It’s what people do — when Buck inevitably becomes too much and when they decide what he’s offering, what he can’t give them, isn’t enough in return, they leave.

“Is that— is that a problem?” Buck hates the way his voice wavers as he speaks. Hates the way he can’t hide his emotions at all. He really likes Tommy, really wants him to stick around. He’ll do what he can to make that happen. He’ll make himself more useful so that Tommy won’t want to leave. He’ll—

“No, no, of course not.” Tommy says it like there’s no other answer. Like he can’t imagine anyone thinking that’s a problem. Buck waits for the inevitable ‘but’.

“But.” Buck braces. “But I’m just surprised I’ve never heard of this guy before is all,” Tommy says. Buck exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh uh, yeah, we— we aren’t really close.”

“But you donated sperm for him?” There’s genuine confusion in his voice.

“Yeah, well, I guess— he asked. I may not have spoken to him in a while but, I wasn’t gonna say no.”

“You have the biggest heart, Evan. I think what you did is incredibly honourable. How are they doing now?” Tommy asks gently, seemingly comfortable to move the conversation on.

“I’m—I'm not actually sure.” He sighs. “That was the first time they’d called since the birth. And that was only because they needed something.” He laughs at the end like his words don’t speak to some greater insecurity deep inside him. Like it doesn’t hurt that his friend hasn’t talked to him until they needed him.

“Ah,” Tommy says, and Buck can here the judgement dripping from his mouth. He’s not sure exactly what he’s done, but it’s always something. Maybe he should have been the one to check in on them, maybe—

“I don’t think he sounds like a very good friend,” Tommy states.

Buck frowns, he didn’t expect him to say that. The truth is, Buck sometimes wonders that himself. What he lands on instead is that there must be something wrong with him. Because it’s not just Connor who wants things from him and then doesn’t care about any other part of Buck. It’s just how it’s always been. People take, and Buck gives. He gives, and he gives, and it’s never quite enough, but he tries.

“Sometimes I feel like people only like me when I’m useful,” Buck admits in a whisper, letting the words stuck inside his head free. It’s not that he thinks it; he knows it. He knows he’s only worth something when people can use him, and he’s lived with that his whole life. He was born to save someone, and he failed, but that’s his whole purpose even now.

He saves people for a living. He’ll babysit whenever anybody asks, he’ll be your trivia partner when you need to win. He’ll let his friends use him for his sperm. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to. He does. He loves doing these things for his friends because he can. But sometimes it hurts a little knowing that it’s not him that they want. They just… like his ability to do things.

“Evan, I like you. Regardless of anything you can or can’t do. I like you.” Tommy emphasises the you like Buck being Buck is somehow special.

Buck can’t stop the wet laugh that escapes his throat. He shakes his head, sniffles before composing himself. “No, no,” he says, because it’s not true, it can’t be. “But—but it’s okay because I’ll make sure you don’t get bored of my I-I’ll cook dinner, and I’ll do the dishes, and I’ll make sure we always win at trivia and— and I don’t know anything about cars or Muay Thai, but I’ll learn.” Buck’s rambling, the words tumbling out of his mouth in one breath. He needs to make sure Tommy knows that he’ll do his best; even if it’s hard, he’ll be useful because then Tommy will stay, and he really wants Tommy to stay.

“Evan.” It’s that soft voice again. Placating, like he’s talking to a small child. Like he’s trying to get him to listen.

Buck shifts his gaze from the floor to Tommy. He looks sad. Buck wishes he wasn’t the one to make him look like that. He tries to smile at him, anything to bring those soft creases at the edges of Tommy’s eyes back, but his heart’s not really in it.

“Evan,” Tommy says again, locking his eyes on Buck’s. “You don’t need to be useful for me to like you. I like you because you’re adorable. I like you because you’re funny and you don’t care what people think. ‘Who cares’, right?” Tommy chuckles. Buck likes that sound. “I like that you were willing to try again with me, even if you bought me god-awful coffee with it.” Buck lets out a wet chuckle at that. “I look at you, Evan, and I see someone who cares so deeply about your friends. Willing to put your life on the line for others. But it’s more than that, I like the way you ramble about random things you find on the internet, and how you try out 100 different lasagna recipes because you need to find the right one even though you burn half of them.”

“Hey!” Buck says in weak protest. He’s right, though. There’s a warmth in his chest at the fact that Tommy noticed.

Tommy keeps going. “I like how big your smile gets when you talk about Chris or Jee-Yun. I like the way that your cheeks turn the colour of your birthmark when you’re flustered. I just— I really like you, Evan. You could— you don’t have to cook for me every day or give me the answers at trivia night for me to want you to stick around. I like you because you’re you.”

Buck can’t stop the tears trickling down his cheeks. His whole life has been about being useful, and it’s so hard to believe anything different but the way Tommy talks about him. Like maybe he really does see him. “I don’t know how to— I want to believe you but it’s just, every relationship I’ve had has felt like people want something from me. Abby needed help when her mom died, and then she just left. I always felt like Ali just wanted a place to crash when she was in town. I mean, she’s the reason I have this apartment in the first place. Taylor just wanted sex at first, and then she started getting insights into news stories from the firehouse, and she always valued that more than spending time with me. She’d ask me how my day was, not because she cared but because she wanted to know if there was anything worth writing about. Hell, she even published a book about me. Even after it was over, she used me as much as she could.” The tears are flowing faster now, and his voice cracks as he speaks. It’s stupid to get so emotional about this, but Buck can’t stop now. Now that he’s opened the faucet of this insecurity of his, it’s like everything he’s been bottling inside is bubbling to the surface and he can’t stop it.

“And Nat—Natalia,” Buck continues, hiccuping through his tears. “She just wanted to understand my death. Asked me a hundred— a hundred questions about what it was like, and at first, I thought maybe she could actually see me, but I feel like she was just using me for something too.” Buck wipes his face. He’s sure he must look like a mess right now — tear-streaked face, snot dripping down from his nose. Tommy doesn’t deserve to deal with all this. “Sorry,” Buck chuckles, the sound getting caught in his throat. “You didn’t need to hear about all that.”

“Hey,” Tommy says, moving closer towards Buck. He tucks his fingers under Buck’s chin forcing him to look Tommy in the eyes. He holds Buck’s face tenderly in his hand, always so gentle. “You can talk to me about anything, and I will listen, okay?”

“I don’t want to bore you,” Buck says softly, moving to look down at the ground once more but Tommy doesn’t let him get away, holding him firmly yet soft, like Buck’s something precious.

“You couldn’t,” Tommy replies sincerely. “If it weren’t for you, how else would I know that the Australians started a war on emus, huh?” He jokes.

“And lost,” Buck whispers because he can’t help it.

“And lost!” Tommy repeats. Buck had gone on a tangent about it just the other day. He’d gone to the zoo with Christopher, and they’d been having a lot of fun until they stood too close to the fence, and an emu had come up and startled them. Buck had decided in that moment that he needed to find out every single detail about them, which led him to discovering that in 1932, Australia declared war on emus —and then proceeded to lose. He’d met up with Tommy after and rambled about his findings because he thought it was absolutely hilarious. Tommy sat there smiling at him, evidently listening to every word that he said, taking it in and remembering it all.

“I like listening to you talk, Evan. I like you. And I’ll tell you that as much as you need to hear. Now,” Tommy claps his hands together. “Tomorrow, I’m cooking for you. You don’t need to do anything except sit there and look pretty. Let someone do something for you for once. Okay?”

Buck just nods, wiping at his eyes before slumping into Tommy’s now open arms and relishing in the comfort of his boyfriend. He doesn’t quite believe him, not yet. He wants to. It’s just prior experience has moulded his brain a certain way and now he just can’t believe any different. He wants to. He wants someone to like him, to love him, even when he can’t be useful. He hopes that maybe Tommy will show him that that’s possible.

For now, he tucks his head into Tommy’s shoulder, clutches onto him like he’s going to disappear and lets himself be held. Tommy kisses his birthmark like it’s sacred, holds him and tells him he likes him over and over. Buck thinks maybe he really does.

#911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #purple writes #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 show

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wutheringcaterpillar · 7 months ago

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Unsure if you’ve done this before but maybe a fic with Jackson x insecure!reader? Like the reader is not very trustworthy that Jackson is being faithful because of his job. It could be a fluffy smutty kinda thing. Thankssss

Warnings: smut, p in v, insecure!reader, mention of seperation anxiety, jealousy, fluff

Thank you for the request! I really do believe Jackson can have a sweet side and I wish it was touched on more, hope this does it justice <3

The bedside lay empty, the room chilly from the furnace bring broken. You had been on the phone multiple times trying to get the damn thing fixed but the guy still hadn't showed.

Closing your book, you glanced down at the watch wrapped around the small of your wrist. Jackson's flight was supposed to be landing soon. You had missed him deeply, constantly checking your phone for any texts, calls, a sign that he was thinking of you but there was nothing.

Sighing, you rolled yourself out of bed begrudgingly, heart pattering, mind racing with anxious thoughts. His boss Linda often accompanied him. She was an older woman, thin with blonde hair and blue eyes, every hormonal boy's wet dream.

She was hot, had curves in all the placed you did not, had a knack for negotiating and speaking to people with authority. It wasn't just her though, there were plenty of targets you were insecure of. Jackson was charismatic, charming, with a very convincing smile on his face to get them where he wanted them. It was quite often that you'd lay in bed waiting on a response. Throat becoming tight when he'd turn his location off. Jackson was always, honest with you about how in his field, there were people wiser than him. He could be tracked, or hacked by the enemy. The endless thoughts were depressing, but you wouldn't blame him if he did do something with Linda or a different girl, he probably just didn't tell you to protect your sensitive, stupid feelings.

Pulling up at the pick up point, you waited only a total of five minutes before he was walking out side by side with her. She hugged him goodbye, making you frown thinking most bosses don't do that with their employees. Curling in on yourself, you shrunk your hands into the sleeves of the long sleeve you were wearing, the fabric acting as a shield for yourself.

The car door finally opened, Jackson pecking you on the cheek with a dashing smiled imprinted on his attractive face. When you hardly smiled, he was concerned immediately.

"Babe? Everything okay?" Inhaling a deep breath, shaking off the feeling of embarrassment and insecurity. You forced a smiled, nodding and putting the car in drive. Right away he was skeptical. His job involved reading people, and he was good at it but deciding not to press it, he furrowed his brows, glancing out the window as you drove off back home.

There was barely a word said, just blankless stares at the road while Jackson would glance over every few minutes concerned. Had he done something wrong? Did something happen while he was away he was supposed to know about? His girl was hurting, trying to pretend that something wasn't bothering him, and that bothered him.

Once inside, he closed the bedroom door, noticing how there were dark, faded bags under your eyes like you hadn't slept. Sorrow fulfilling your pretty eyes, he sat down beside you, taking your delicate hand in his gently, forcing you to look at him.

"What's wrong? And don't tell me it's nothing. We've been together nearly a year, I know when something is bothering you." You couldn't stop the tear from falling effortlessly down your cheek.

"I- um. I don't look like them..." He was puzzled, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, crystal eyes glowing with care for the situation. Then it clicked. Without giving a chance for you to turn away, his large hands wrapped caringly around you, holding your shaking, crying body as you wept into his neck, forming a puddle on the warmth of his skin. He hadn't smelt of a girl, just his normal self, maybe that was a good sign?

"Honey like who?"

"Like them! Like fucking Linda, your fucking targets..." A playful smirk curled upon Jackson's lips, eyebrows lifting in amusement.

"You mean the targets that are dead?" You shoved him lightly knowing how stupid this sounded. Jackson had never given you a reason to believe he was cheating, he had never acted differently when coming home, hardly on his phone other than business reasons and playing silly games with you. Past insecurities and traumas were eating you alive, ruining and blocking out all the happy feelings a person typically has in a relationship. But the thought of losing him shattered your heart, having to compete with other women made your skin crawl, thinking you'd lose or maybe you already have.

When you weren't laughing at his joke, his fingers trailed your shaking hands, realizing this was serious. His baby blue eyes watched you with a sense of sensitivity and curiosity.

"Sweetheart where is all this coming from? How long has this been brewing in that mysterious little head of yours?" Looking down shamefully, you admitted it's been ever since reality set in that he would be away, stalking beautiful women, working with a pretty one, and just endless thoughts of he could do better than your introverted, quiet self. He wasn't a bad looking man, but there have been quite a few women you'd seen flirt with him even with you present by his side. He always curved them, not having the time of day for pointless interactions or conversations he couldn't care less about. He'd always ignore them, reassuring you by not even glancing their way or intertwining his hand with yours as an expression for he was already taken and wasn't going anywhere. Not that he had to do this to make you content but because he hadn't had eyes for any other girl. But what did he do when this happened and you weren't around? The thoughts ate away at your mind endlessly...

His fingers laced in between yours, lips pouting from your confession.

"Y/N, I know every guy in history has said this but you have nothing to worry about. Fucking Linda, I've never been drawn to her, I've never loved her like I am in love with you okay? Same thing for the other girls, you are on my mind as soon as I walk out this damn door and the first and last thing I think about every singular day." He noticed your breathing seem to shallow, the tears haulting slowly. He hated seeing you like this, and if you didn't believe him, he would prove it to you.

"You don't have to lie to protect my feelings, y'know that right?" He inched forward until you were laying beneath him, heart thudding painfully against his chest from what was about to come. Was he going to say something like, "Finally! I've been holding that in for so long, good riddance" but no. He did quite the opposite.

His plump, delicate lips pressed against yours in an innocent yet seductive manner. His hands trailing down your sides, needing you to understand he wasn't staying because he was forced to but because he loved you, and he'd never do anything to risk losing you.

Your eyebrows propped up in surprise, relishing the horrible view of yourself you held. "Don't think for a minute, I'd ever leave you sweetheart. I love you, and I'm going to show you just how much." He hummed melodically in between the devilish kisses, grinning like a fool in love. His tongue swiped down your neck, leaving goosebumps standing while his knee pressed up predominantly into that pussy he so deeply cherished. His hips grinded forward eagerly, fingers combing over your delicate chin before discarding your clothes with immense assertiveness.

Your tears seemed to stop, the sense of smell focusing on his natural smell of teakwood with a hint of cigarettes. You had missed him profoundly, needing this little intimate session for all the reassurance and he was happy to oblige to give you that.

His hands pressed firmly between your thighs, spreading your legs apart to reveal the beautiful, enticing mound he had missed immensely. She glimmered in the moonlight with a deep need to be filled by his large shaft, to feel loved again. Jackson's eyes glistened in the dark room, you were a sight for sore eyes and he was beyond grateful that you were so willing to stick around and deal with his shit job. That was rare, that was love.

His lips connected to your clit, leaving compassionate suckles, determined to have your legs shaking by the end of this much needed intimate session.

"Fuck baby, I missed you so much..." You purred, the negative thoughts away as he ate away at your sex, fingers protruding into your tight, slippery canal with desire. He simply hummed once more against your sex, digits pumping with lustful enthusiasm curling slightly, palming at that sweet spot he knew all too well. He caressed, your inner thighs, glancing up only to find your eyes fluttering closed, lips partially agape while your breathing was becoming partially ragged. Noticing the way your nipples were hardening in the cool air with anticipation for more.

When he removed his fingers and lips, you whined from the void but the man knew your pleasure points inside and out.

"Shhh, I gotta take care of my beautiful baby girl..." Your eyes watched with fascination as his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping the hardened, long member. Your mouth was watering just imagining the feeling of him inside of you. It had been quite sometime since you've had sex with his work picking up, this was just what you both needed.

His shaft glided gracefully between your soaked folds before sliding into your wonderous, desperate cavern.

Fuck he had forgotten how amazing your pussy felt wrapped around his cock. He couldn't hold back from releasing a low, throaty groan once he was buried inside of you fully, balls pressed against the rim of your ass cheeks.

In the moment, you released that initial melodic sound of shock and pleasure from the sudden fullness, never breaking eye contact with Jackson.

"I missed you, and this, so.... much love." The cool frigid air of your apartment began to naturally warm once your hips grinded down against him, seeking out more movement, more friction, you needed him.

"Please, please more..." He started a swift rhythym, thrusting in and out while his lips connected with your nipple, other hand palming you breast massaging the cushiony skin. God, your boobs were like fluffy little clouds, the closest thing Jackson could obtain and compare to heaven on earth.

Your hand curved up the nape of his neck, fingers scrunching and kneeding his hair, puling him up into a passionate, captivating kiss, tongue delving in between his lips, dancing together in a poetic sillhouette. His taste, his touch, his cock, you had missed it all. He ascended further inside your aching pussy, your slick melting like an ice cream on a hot summer day, dripping down onto his cock as he slid in an out of your tight hole, claiming what was his.

He rutted into you like a dog in heat, your hips grinding down against him with each powerful thrust. Your ankles wrapping behind him, locking in place wanting, needing to lock in that perfect position.

"Jackson, right there, feels- so good...Mmm.." His crystal blue eyes were fixated on every reaction your body gave him, focusing on your face and how you looked oh so perfect beneath.

"Taking my cock so well, such a good girl. My good girl..." Picking up pace, he could tell you were close, feeling your toes curl behind him. He intertwined his hands with yours, his hot breath against your neck as he arched his pack, bottoming out inside of you, making you moan from the building euphoric feeling in your cunt.

"Faster, faster..." Who was he to deny such tumultous satisfaction. The bed frame shook, mattress squeaking as he drilled into you, feeling your boobs bounce up and down against his chest with each thrust, fuck he was close but he wanted you to cum first. From the sound of it though, you were already there.

An overhwhelming, powerful sensation that was unexplainable consumed your body. Screaming and moaning for Jackson to keep going, a wild heat rose in your blooming flower as your orgasm hit like a strong wave would crash upon the shoreline. Your back arched, chest pressed flush against his. Hearing you moan his name Jackson couldn't hold back anymore, flexing his hips and releasing his seed inside of you, the pulsations of his thick cock helping with the duration of your high.

Catching his breath, he came up for air with his hair a mess and staggered breathing, looking into your fucked out eyes.

"Do you believe me now that I'm not going anywhere. Not any other woman I would even think of fucking like that. You are amazing." He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and making you blush. Perhaps you were just in over your head and needed reminding of what type of boyfriend Jackson was.

"I'm sorry I thought that I-" He silenced your words with one last kis, hand cupping your cheek delicately as he looked lovingly into your beading eyes when he pulled away.

"No need for apologies, I just need you to talk to me when you are feeling these type of things, okay love?" His voice was soft, caring, all the more reason why you fell in love with him.

"I will, I promise. I love you." He smiled in response, pulling you into his arms to keep you warm through the night, and coaxing you both from the separation.

"I love you too, now let's got shut eye hm?"

#jackson rippner #requested #jackson rippner x reader #red eye

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scftpcws · 6 months ago

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omg can i request a jacob scipio Imagine where him and reader kinda get into an argument because of the reader being insecure and stuff😀 i want something angst but at the same time fluffy 🥹

A/n : Thanks for the request anon!! i am trash at writing angst but i tried my best 😭 Hope you enjoy !! <3

INSECURE | JACOB SCIPIO

Warning! Poorly written angst with a lil bit of fluff.

She looked down at the tiny bikini that she had bought a few days prior while shopping with her friends. Y/n and Jacob were going on a trip to The Maldives in a week and she was packing her stuff waaay in advance, just to make sure she had everything.

The bikini seemed to taunt her as she thought about the way she looked when she tried it on. She hated it. Her friends said she looked great and she was convinced to buy 5 more. Now she was staring at them as she realised just how much she hated the way they made her look.

“Baby, what do you want for dinner? I was thinking pizza but i’m not so sure.” his voice was gentle coming from the doorway, his focus slowly shifting towards the piles and pules of clothes that littered their bedroom. He had then noticed that Y/n was sat on the edge of the bed, the hot pink bikini she had bought a few days ago held tightly in her hands.

“Babe?” he spoke again, trying to get her attention. she looked up at him trying desperately to fight back the tears that gathered in her eyes.

“Baby, whats wrong.” he panicked as he saw her eyes, so full of tears.

He moved towards her, kneeling and cupping her face in his palms. She bit back as sob as she looked deep into his eyes.

“I can’t do this Jacob.” her voice wavered as her bottom lip began to quiver. He looked down at the bikini top, his head cocking to the side in confusion. “Can’t do what, my love?” he answered softly, his thumb caressing her cheek and catching a stray tear.

“I can’t wear these stupid bikinis. I look awful in them!” she snapped, thinking about how she had looked in the bathroom mirror, after being convinced to buy them.

“I look like a whale in them! My arms look huge and my boobs don’t sit right in the top and don’t even get me started on my stomach. I look horrible, J!” she sobbed uncontrollably, spewing her opinions on how her body looked in the garments. Jacob almost cried with her.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true!”

“No it isn’t.”

“I look disgusting.”

“Please don’t insult my wife like that.” was the final thing he said before she looked back up at him, seeing the hurt in his face. She couldn’t help the way she thought about herself. Sometimes she was kinder to her body, but times like this she wished it looked different, that she was different.

“Y/n, please look at me. I love you. And before you say anything just listen to me. Can you do that for me?” he asked, lifting her chin so that she could meet his eyes again. She nodded slowly, sniffing and blinking back her tears.

“You are the most beautiful woman i have ever met, and i’ll be damned if i let you talk about MY wife like that. My wife, the woman i chose to be with till death do us part. So what if your arms look huge or your boobs don’t sit right? You’re beautiful to me and always will be.”

“But people will stare at me.” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowing. “Well when you look as gorgeous as you do people are bound to stare. Your body is perfect to me and i hope that one day you’ll see yourself the way that i do.” he concluded, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you, J. But i still don’t feel comfortable being so exposed.” she mumbled, shuffling a little. He placed his hand on hers and brought it to his lips, kissing the skin in reassurance. “Well then we will buy some new stuff, whatever it takes for my beautiful girl to feel as beautiful and sexy as she looks.” he smiled playfully, the soft glow of the setting sun peeking through the blinds and illuminating his face.

“What did i do to deserve you?” she smiled. their foreheads touching.

#jacob scipio #armando aretas #jacob scipio x reader #jacob scipio concept #armando aretas lowrey #bad boys ride or die

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rubendiasthoughts · 1 year ago

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Hi girlies ❤ wrote this little thing. Not many people responded to my ask, but those who did mainly wanted it to be smut mixed with fluff, so that's what I did. For those who wanted it to be pure fluff, I will for sure write something like that soon for you ❤ Still, I hope you enjoy this and I am sending the warmest hugs to everyone 💕

Reader being insecure because they look nothing like Ruben's exes:

You knew it was silly. Still there was nothing you could do about the reoccurring voice in your mind, that kept telling you, you weren't good enough. You couldn't stop the thoughts that were telling you that you looked so much different from all of the girls your boyfriend dated before, making you believe there was no way he really, truly liked your appearance.

Seeing photos of all the pretty girls he was with before made your stomach ache. Still,you couldn't help but scroll through their Instagram pages. Your racing thoughts convincing you he is just going to find someone better than you, that you are just a temporary distraction. Even though, deep down you knew Ruben wasn't like that, he was the sweetest guy you have ever been with, always making you feel so loved and adored. Still, it was impossibly hard for you to convince yourself you could ever be good enough for him, pretty enough, sexy enough.

When Ruben came back home to you, he knew right away that something was not okay. You didn't greet him when you heard him walk in, which was very unusual, making him a bit suspicious. He called your name a couple of times, but didn't get any response, so he stumbled through your shared house, looking for you. He finally found you, curled up on the bed, a clearly sad expression present on your face.

"Hi angel" he said, coming up to you. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand caressed your thigh gently. His eyebrows raised when he saw the way you flinched at his touch. "Did something happen?" worry evident in his voice, as he moved your hand up to move the hair out of your face and stroke your cheek. You only shook your head no, which was not a good enough answer to him, making him even more concerned. "Tell me what's wrong, baby." he insisted. "We can figure it out together."

You looked up at him, tears burning in your eyes, threatening to spill.

"It's nothing, don't worry" you whispered, stuttering through your words. You blinked a couple of times to fight back the tears, but it didn't help. Ruben didn't fail to wipe away the tear that rolled down your cheek, his heart felt like it was going to break seeing you like this.

"I can see it's not nothing. Please, tell me amor (love)." he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. "I just want to help you, I hate seeing you like this." he went on, trying to get you to open up and tell him what has been weighing on you.

You looked up at him once again, catching his gaze. The authentic concern you saw glistening in his eyes making you feel even worse about yourself. You didn't mean to be a reason for his worry.

"Why do you even like me?" you whispered, dropping his gaze. He seemed taken aback by your question, his eyebrows furrowed together, as the hand that was caressing your bare thigh stopped its movement.

"What? What do you mean? " he seemed confused, his head tilted to the right a little as he started at you.

"It's just that I don't understand why someone like you would ever be with someone like me. I mean, I'm nothing special, I don't look like all these beautiful girls that you were with before me." you explained through tears, Ruben stayed silent, as if he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I know it's stupid" you added, more tears streaming down your face, as you attempted to hide it in your hands. However, as soon as they touched your face, Ruben grabbed your wrists and pulled them away.

"Is this what this is about?" he asked, his eyes drilling into your face, flushed from your tears. You didn't say anything, but you didn't have to. Ruben didn't need any more words to understand what you were feeling. Still, it broke his heart that you had to feel this way, that you felt like you weren't good enough for him, when in reality he felt quite the opposite. Everytime he laid his eyes on you he was unsure how he got so lucky, what has he done to deserve you.

"You really have no idea, do you, meu amor (my love)?" he asked, shaking your head at your obliviousness. He leaned down, his lips pressing to your cheek, wet from the tears that rolled down it. "I love everything about you, baby. This beautiful face..." he mumbled into your skin, his scruffy beard grazing against it, before he pressed yet another kiss to the same spot. "This cute nose" he added, his lips moving to place a kiss to the tip of your nose. "These gorgeous lips" a kiss was pressed to the corner of your mouth, making a tiny gasp escape past your lips. "The most beautiful eyes" Ruben said, as your gaze met his. You saw a soft smile spreading on his lips. "Love your little dimples" he pressed another kiss to the spot they would usually appear in, his lips stayed pressed to it, until your lips curled into a gentle smile. "Here they are" Ruben mumbled, before he pecked the very same spot again. Your hand reached out, resting on the back of his neck, your fingers fiddeled with the ends of his hair, as he pulled back a little, so that he could get a look of your face. A peaceful smile painted on his lips, when he saw his words made you smile as well.

You used the hand that rested on the back of his neck to pull him in, your lips connecting to his. He kissed you gently, his tounge swiped along your lower lip, asking for entrance. Your lips parted for him, Ruben taking the occasion to lick into your mouth slowly.

"Tu és Linda (You are beautiful)" he said, when he pulled away, a serious look on his face, as he started deep into your eyes. "Let me show you, baby" a whisper left his lips, before he pressed them to the crook of your neck, his nose grazing against your soft skin, making a gasp escape past your parted lips.

"Please" you whimpered. "Please, Ruben" your hands roaming his back as you felt him mouth at your neck. He pulled away when your pleads met his ears, confusion painted on your face as you saw him standing up.

"Come here linda (beautiful), let me show you" he offered his hand out for you, helping you stand up and leading you to your vanity. He made you stand right in front of it, so that you could see the both of you in the mirror, him towering behind you. His hands rested on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"Can I?" he asked, as he grabbed at the shirt you were wearing. He pulled it over your head when he saw you nod your head, leaving you almost naked before him, as all you had on was the oversized shirt and a pair of panties. Even after all of his ressurance, you couldn't help but turn your gaze away, as you saw the reflection of your own figure in the mirror. Ruben instantly grabbed your jaw, making you turn your head back.

"Don't look away" he ordered you, his arms sneaking around you from behind, his head dropping to press a kiss to your bare shoulder, before his eyes focused on your reflection. His hand traveled up, grabbing at your breast, squeezing it, before he twisted your hardened nipple between his fingers. "So beautiful, baby. So sexy... " he rasped into your ear, quiet moans escaping your mouth.

"Look what you do to me" His hips rutted into your backside, making you aware of his hardened length, hidden in his pants. You couldn't help but whisper out his name. He put one of his hands on your lower back, pushing you lightly, so that you would lean forward, resting your hands on your vanity. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants, along with his boxers down his legs, before hooking his fingers in the material of your underwear.

You gasped at the feeling of his tip running through your folds, teasing your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, groaning at the feeling of your warm walls stretching around him. His eyes glued to your reflection, he grabbed your jaw again as he realized your eyes were closed.

"Watch yourself baby" he instructed you, pulling his hips back, only to push into you once again. His thrusts were painfully slow, as you struggled to open your eyes. "Look how pretty you are, taking me so well baby" his voice sounded straight in your ear. His hand gripping your hip for leverage, his strokes were deep, hitting your sweet spot every time, causing you to cry out. The hand that held your jaw moved down your body, until he found your clit and rubbed it with his fingers, adding to the pleasure that was already running through your body.

"The most perfect girl" he mumbled, as his lips explored the bare skin of your neck and your shoulder. "Fuck baby, what did I do to deserve you?" his voice hoarse, his cock twitched inside of you, as your walls clenched around him. His gaze dropped in between your bodies to watch himself disappear into you, groans leaving his lips at the sight of his length covered in your arousal.

"So close, Ruben" you let out between your moans, making him increase the pressure he was adding to your clit. His thrusts becoming faster, as he felt your walls flutter around him, chasing his own orgasm now. The whispers of his name leaving your lips, as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"So beautiful baby. The prettiest girl" he murmured into the crook of your neck, soon spilling his seed inside you. You were grateful for the way his arms wrapped around you and held you close to him, unsure if you could hold yourself up on your wobbly legs. His lips pressed to the shell of your ear, as he whispered how much he loved you, his cock still nestled deep inside you.

#ruben dias #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias imagine #footballer blurb #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias smut #ruben dias fic #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias x y/n #footballer smut #footballer fluff #footballer one shot #footballer fic #footballer x y/n

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inactivewattpadauthor · 7 months ago

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Jade x Reader: Not Him

This was supposed to be published last month. My bad. Happy Late Pride Month to all beings!

Context: Reader had feelings for Jade, but she's with Kotal

Angst warning(?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dry night of Outworld was quiet apart from the howls of late workers, laboring hard on the streets of dusk. All you did was watch over with no expression, no certain feeling. You were just in your own thoughts.

Nearly every day, at this time, was when you pondered hard somewhere. Somewhere alone, where no one could keep you away from the dangers of the your own conscience. It was always like self-hypnotizing.

Sighing, you finally acknowledged how you were mindlessly fiddling with something in your right hand. Opening up your palm, was a pretty ring. Gold with a green gem perched on the middle.

Though the gem had dulled a bit, it still had the beautiful sparkle to it. It'll always be there, you hope.

𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘦.

That's what the jewel on the ring is. But for you, the name goes way more than a simple, pricey rock.

The name had always made your heart do little happy flips. But recently, it just makes you sad.

Looking at your ring, you let out another deep breath of discontent. You didn't want this stupid jewelry. You wanted the actual-

"Good evening, Y/n! Why are you up here?"

You gasped out a squeak and jumped up, clenching your fist closed in fear of accidentally dropping the ring off the roof. And you know the poor people of Outworld don't play around with rich litter.

"Oh, Jade! Jeez, you startled me!" You turned around and clutched at your heart.

"Apologies." The pole lady chuckles at your reaction. She then walks to you with her usual friendly look. The beautiful face you've always loved. "What were you doing?"

"Just... a little daydreaming. Night-dreaming, you could call it." You shrugged, sitting back down. You gestured your best friend to sit by you, which she does with no hesitation.

"How are you?" You spoke.

"Very well!" Jade answers with a proud tone. "Today Kotal and I have.... and... then... he's so..."

Your mind went blank already, drowning out Jade's voice with insecure stabs internally. You haven't met Kotal, not yet and hopefully not ever, but you couldn't help but hate him.

The man attacked you by being the only one in Jade's mind and heart. You swore, it should've been you. Right?

"I wouldn't trade him for another." Jade finishes up.

"Right." Your tone accidentally came out full of disdain.

Jade faces you, her hearty smile dropping into confusion. "Is something the matter?"

"No- sorry. I'm okay. Just a little zoned out tonight." You look away, not wanting to show your saddened face to her.

She knows though. Only how you feel, not what exactly it was. All she could do was assume.

"One day, you'll find the perfect man to court you as have I." She reassured with a soft hand on your shoulder.

"No! That's not-" Your mind instantly jumped to correcting her, but... she doesn't know. How would she feel if you told her.

You scooted away from her, isolating yourself from what could feel like something once treasured being destroyed in a flash.

"Y/n. What's wrong? I'm your friend. You can tell me." The Edenian uses her sweet one to calm you.

"I don't think I will find a man, Jade. If anything, I wish I was one- wish I was Kotal." Your voice shook and your words were all vague and worrying to your friend.

"What?" She tilts her head. She is very concern about you right now. She always felt like something was up with you when you began being by yourself increasingly. She just thought you needed time to yourself like everyone does.

"You're fine just they way you are. You're strong and very importan-"

"No, Jade." You finally gathered everything and looked at her. This has always been urking you like a pustule on a morning before something important.

"I... I'm in love with you. I've been for awhile, but kept it hidden. But now that Kotal is in your life, it's been tormenting me every minute. And truthfully, I don't want our friendship to die. And I definitely don't want you to find me disgusting."

Jade's eyes widened at the confession. You waited for whatever judgement she'd give, but all that tension was pushed away with such ease from her.

She still looked caring.

"That explains a lot. I'm honored you're comfortable with telling me." Her smile slowly drops and here comes the expected part. "But I suppose you already know I'm faithful to Kotal."

"Yes. Yes, I know." You held a small smile up, still hurt from the rejection.

"We can still be friends. I care for you a lot, and that will never change. Understand me?" She tilts your lowered head up from the chin to have you see how serious she meant it.

You nod, and then she pulls you into a comforting embrace.

Jade loves you as her best friend. You will always be Y/n no matter your identity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writer's block fucking me up more behind the scenes🤧

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #jade mortal kombat #jade x reader #kotal kahn #mortal kombat jade #goddesswritings

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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Thirsty Frank hours? Well, perfect time to send this.

Imagine... you've always been a little insecure (weight, looks, whatever) and have a particularly hard day. Frank senses your distress and want to make you feel better.

And ehm... He does make you feel reeeealy good 😏

Can just imagine him being so soft, tender, talking you through it and just... God, just being wrapped in his arms 🫠❤️

|| Reminder ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: readers insecurities, soft supportive Frank, fingering, p in v unprotected sex.

A/n: thank you so very much for this ask @munsonownsmyass I've read so many mirror sex fics but I thought fuck it, I wanted to do my own with Frank! I swear this man talking sense into you in that rough and sweet way he has would fix me forever.

You're barely in the door, late getting back, having had an absolute shitter of a day and feeling like you just want to curl up in bed and cry about it. Frank’s already home and waiting for you, you don't even need to say anything. He knows you, inside and out. He can tell when the crushing weight of your thoughts is dragging you down and he can help lighten them.

Still, you turn away as his eyes meet yours, darkest brown and always so penetrating, stripping you bare. Sometimes you think you can't face him when you're like this, but then he sidles up next to you, his hand curling around the back of your head and holding you as he plants a light kiss on your forehead and the barriers you're ready to put up crumble.

"Hey, c'mere and tell me what's wrong." His fingers stroke over your hair and you lean against him burying your face into the soft brushed cotton of his hoodie. He smells like home and although it doesn't lift your heavy mood entirely, it helps. Frank wraps you in his arms letting you decompress a little before he'll press you any further. He leans down, laying a peck on your cheek before he guides you to sit down with him on the couch.

"It's just-" you want to tell him but it suddenly all seems stupid as the words are forming in your mouth. Frank is watching you patiently, his gaze soft and open as he lets you take all the time you need.

You sigh and try again. "We were trying on outfits, the girls and I, for Marci's wedding… and the others, they looked so beautiful and effortlessly gorgeous in everything, and I-"

You pull at a fraying thread of your sleeve and huff, angry at yourself as tears begin to well in your eyes.

"Baby, you look gorgeous in everything too."

You sit up, shaking your head. "No I don't. I just look like I'm playing dress up with my mom's clothes or something. I hate the way everything looks on me, I hate how I feel. Like everyone's staring at me because I look so dumb…"

Frank's brow forms into a deep furrow as you berate yourself, he won't stand for that shit.

"Hey, where's all this coming from? You're fuckin' beautiful darlin', I say it all the damn time but you gotta know it's the truth."

He pulls you onto his lap, gently wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Th-they just all seem so strong and don't give a shit what people think. I can't do that, I don't know how. I've never liked how I look, or felt confident or anything… urgh, and now I'm just whining to you about it like a pathetic idiot! I'm sorry, I shouldn't- I'll go away..."

You go to get up from him but he gently clasps his hand around your wrist.

"If you wanna be alone that's okay I'll let you be, but I've got somethin' I need to show you sweetheart, if you'll let me."

You look at him, confused about what he could want to show you. He's got those big pleading puppydog eyes trained on you but underneath there's something else…

"W-what?"

He stays close to you as he rises, taking your hand in his, leading you to your bedroom and standing you opposite the wardrobe mirror in front of him.

"Oh, Frank, no please…" You cringe, turning away from your reflection but he catches you in his arms, reassuring you as he urges you to face yourself.

"Baby, I need you to see what I see." He strokes the back of his knuckles down the outside of your arm, his other hand around your waist and his head resting lightly in the space between your neck and shoulder. His lips brush a kiss to the bare skin revealed by your loose sweater.

"Look at this woman I got." He begins, and you can see him looking at all of you. Eyes flickering over every inch of you as if you were naked in front of him. "She's a goddess."

You roll your eyes, body sagging in his hold. "No she isn't."

Frank stares you down in the mirror. "You callin' me a liar?" He actually seems slightly hurt as you sigh again, then a dark look of determination crosses his features. You know you're in for it now, whatever it is.

“What I see right here in front of me, is the strongest, most confident woman that I ever laid eyes on. You see that girl taking any shit from me? Baby, all those assholes I take down in the Kitchen, they ain’t got nothin’ on you, I ain’t scared of them, but you… Christ, you’ve got me whipped.”

He holds you around the waist, his big hands warm through your clothes as his lips graze your ear. "You think you don’t look good? I’m tellin’ you, you look goddamn fucking gorgeous to me just the way you are, wearin’ what you’re wearin’.”

His tone drops an octave as he moves his hands down and hooks his fingers under the hem of your sweater, pulling it up over your head. “An’ you look good not wearin’ anything at all too…”

His fingers trail down the bare sides of your ribcage as you bring your arms back down, wrapping them around yourself. You try to shy away as his fingers come up to trace your collarbone and slowly down the cup of your bra, unraveling your arms and placing them down by your sides exposing you as he goes.

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I'm thinkin' that my baby girl needs a little reminder..."

You bite on your bottom lip as he drifts his hands to the button of your pants, undoing it and pulling the zip down slow like he’s unwrapping a precious gift. His fingers tease at the waistband of your panties as you feel the hardening shape of his cock pressed up through his jeans against your ass.

"Mm, yeah that's all you." He says, his gruff voice driving straight down to your core as he works your pants off down your legs and helps you step out of them.

"That’s what you do to me… and this ass?" His hands are all over you as he marks your soft flesh with his teeth while he's down there, making you gasp as he kisses and soothes over it and continues placing adoring kisses up over the curve of your ass cheek as he works his way up your spine.

"Frank…"

"You want me to stop?" He asks you quietly, laying another soft kiss as he reaches the base of your neck.

You glance at the two of you in the mirror. This terrifying beast of a man to most is curled around your body, holding you, touching you, intent on showing you how much he adores you. Were you going to let your insecurities get in the way of that?

"No." You commit. Deep down you know that you need this.

He nods and unzips his hoodie, taking both it and his t-shirt off revealing the canvas of scars littering his massive upper body. His own imperfections that you can never see as such. He unhooks your bra, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, following on one side with his mouth letting it drop from your arms to the floor. A sweet warmth builds within at the sensation of his skin against yours. That basic, unshakable thought that Frank is your home.

He feels the softening in you, the corner of his mouth pulling up a little as he runs his hands up the outsides of your thighs, over your hips and stomach. One hand smoothes up your chest to gently cup one of your breasts, while the other moves south, cupping your sex through your underwear. Your eyes half-close as you let him take you over.

"There's my girl." He growls as he slips his hand beneath the thin cotton of your panties, fingertips meeting the slick pooling of your arousal there. He slides his fingers through your folds, spreading the moisture around before taking your ruined underwear off and sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, still facing the mirror. He lifts you onto his lap like you weigh nothing, the muscles in his arms are thick and prominent, and god if that doesn't turn you on even more.

You watch as he parts your legs, placing them on the outside of his own. He drags his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, up and up to circle around the apex of them, and you're unable to draw your eyes away from the glistening of your own exposed cunt as he touches you there. Your breathing picks up, becoming shallow while he simultaneously runs a finger and thumb over your hardening nipples, playing with and gently pinching at them. A smile spreads on his gorgeous lips as a small moan leaves your throat, your body arching, your leg muscles twitching and the throbbing pulse behind your clit ever growing with the slow pass of his talented fingers.

"That's it beautiful," He praises, his stubble scratching along the side of your face as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. He dips his middle finger into your soaking entrance, reveling in the sweet sounds you make as he pushes it slow, in and out of your pussy.

Your own hand covers his on your breast, urging him to squeeze and grope. He's rock hard underneath you now and you're getting so wet that you're soaking into the crotch of his jeans, but even so, he's intent on concentrating solely on your pleasure.

He takes his fingers away and you look up, bereft, only to see him bring them up to his mouth to suck your juices from them. You've almost forgotten how you got here.

"Taste so good baby, you know I can't ever get enough of you." He pushes two fingers inside you this time, encouraging your loud moans along with his gentle kisses up the side of your neck.

"You seein' what I'm seein' now?" he drawls, looking at your reflection. “My strong, powerful, gorgeous lady makin�� me weak for her?”

He’s a fucking liar, you think, your mouth starting to stretch into a satisfied smile. Frank Castle would give you the world if he could, you don’t make him do anything he doesn't want to. That thought gives you momentary pause, he wants you. He has always wanted you, right from the beginning.

"Fuck Frank, you always, -uhh, know exactly what to say… mmm!" You whimper and moan as he fucks you so slowly and lovingly with his fingers. He kisses and mouths at that spot just below your ear as he curls them, searching for that place inside you that will shatter you into a thousand pieces.

"It's just the truth, baby."

He's watching you in the mirror the whole time. Your eyes meet his and you reach a hand back to grasp him behind his neck, your fingertips scratching at the fuzz of short hair there while the fingers of your other hand grip and dig into the muscles of his thick thigh, nails probably bruising his skin through the denim.

His other hand leaves the plush flesh of your breast to massage the pearl of your clit and you move counter to his ministrations, bucking your hips in time with the steady rhythm he sets.

"Attagirl, take what you need, princess." The low timbre of his voice feels like another caress and has your eyes almost fluttering shut as you let him worship you. You see the way he looks at you in the mirror, enraptured by your body writhing in his arms, those dark eyes drinking in every ounce of your pleasure.

"More, Frank," it's not a request. His breath matches yours as he works to bring you to a climax. You're beautiful, stunning, my fuckin' wildest dream in all his hushed, gasped words of praise spoken against your heated skin. Your legs shake when he adds a third finger, slick, wet and noisy as he pumps them firmly. Both your lips and legs part wider as you can feel the tangled knot deep within you about to blissfully unravel. Your clit feels so sensitive and the way his finger glides and flicks over it is maddening, it's right on the edge of wanting to push him away, but Frank won't stop for anything.

"Oh! Frank, god- oh fuck-"

"Yeah that's it baby. Please darlin', let me see you." Frank Castle doesn't plead for anyone other than you.

It hits you then, coming in his lap with absolute and pure pleasure bursting through your core and spreading out in pulses through the rest of your shuddering, sweat-sheened body. Frank's mouth roves over your neck and the side of your face until you turn to meet it with your own, tongues sliding against each other as you reach your climax. He doesn't stop, only slowing down to let you ride out the thick satisfying waves that follow.

You could lie back in his arms like this for the rest of the night but you're desperate to thank him. Of course he protests, says he doesn't need taking care of but when you get up and turn around, unbuckle that belt, ease him out of his pants and take him inside you he's the one at your mercy.

You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, face to face now, every little sign of his deep love for you written there so plainly. The dark black of his expanded pupils as they lock on yours, the slight curl of his lip as he grunts, swears almost every curse he knows as you ride him. It's barely half a dozen frantic thrusts of your hips until he's spilling inside you with an unguarded moan, his fingers pressing into the flesh around your hips and your foreheads pressed together as you both struggle to catch your breath.

He falls back on the bed and you go along with him. All of your hangups are forgotten as you lie together, basking in the afterglow with his arms around you.

He kisses you on the top of your head. It's such a simple gesture but it makes your heart swell.

"You need any more reminding of just how amazin' you are? Just gotta give me a few minutes and I'll do it all goddamn night."

You smile wide, softly shaking your head. "You did a pretty good job of that Frank, but the moment I need you I'll be sure to let you know."

"That's right. I'm always here for you baby. You just tell me and I'll do whatever I can to help, alright?"

You nod and your lips brush his shoulder in a kiss. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so good to me."

He squeezes you tight. "How about we go get cleaned up and I'll order us some pizza for dinner. That sound good?"

Frank tags (as always, let me know if you want added/removed): @divinearchangel @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @hellskitchenswhore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @father4giveme @stress--relief @e-dubbc11 @whistle1whistle @tea-and-wine @emiemiemiii @imherefordeanandbones @realfernmayo @munsonownsmyass @marvelswh0re @frankcastlescumslut @chellestrash @chvoswxtch @messymissy @evilbubu @lucy-sky @yanna-banana @anna-hawk

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sephirthoughts · 8 months ago

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Hi! I hope you had a good day today.

For the ask game, what are your thoughts on 5 and 9 for Sephiroth?

I did, thank you! I hope you had a good day, too!

ON TO THE BURNING QUESTIONS

5. Sephiroth is such a wonderful layer-cake of pathologies, it's so fun to dissect the impacts on his personality. He is autistic-spectrum, hyper-intelligent, alienated, deeply insecure, and feels he has no 'place in the world'. Despite his insistence, under Jenova's influence, that he's the chosen one and meant to rule the world, he has rock-bottom self-esteem and almost no sense of self. He knows he's different but he has no idea who he is. Add being raised in a lab, horribly abused, and treated like a weapon rather than a person his whole life, and there's not a lot of Sephiroth left.

This would affect his living space in that it'd be generic, impersonal, highly functional, basically empty, serving its purpose as a place to rest, and nothing else. Has place to lie down, has place to shower, has place to dress=meets criteria. I doubt he'd notice if there were even blankets on the bed. It's a Sephiroth storage container, more than a living space. Which is terribly sad and now I am sad. BOOOO ME

Whether he's messy or not is another question. He honestly strikes me as someone who hates disorder if he ever thinks about it. The problem is, he does not think about it. He has executive function issues (see: his bout of manic hyperfocus in the archives, where he had books just strewn everywhere and didn't eat or sleep or bathe for days), and is generally unaware of anything pertaining to his own self-care, including messiness/dirtiness, unless they become a nuisance that disrupts his current fixation.

When he was being raised in the lab, he was a child, so there were people who cleaned, cooked, washed his clothing, etc., and in SOLDIER they definitely had people to take care of those kind of domestic things, so they could focus on training. Hence, he never learned to clean up after himself.

All of this wouldn't matter much, in a living situation with custodial services, but if left to his own devices, his combined lack of awareness, neglect of his own needs, and inexperience with such things would create a perfect storm. He'd forget to take the garbage out, never pick up after himself, not do the dishes, have takeout boxes everywhere, and have no idea that dusting, mopping, vacuuming, etc. even exist as concepts. I think his living space would be kind of awful. But he wouldn't notice.

That is, until Angeal comes over, has seven simultaneous brain aneurysms, leaves and returns with Zack and cleaning supplies, and they spend the next ten hours deep-cleaning the place, while Sephiroth insists it's not that bad.

9. This accords so nicely with number 5! Because he'd be a terrible roommate.

-He'd be quiet, courteous, and never have parties or eat your food, but he'd leave stupid long silver hairs all over everything (the less said about the bathroom shower drain the better), never clean up after himself, and act confused when asked to do so.

-He is definitely the type to always be forgetting his house key. Like, he may as well not have one.

-He leaves that stupid, ultra-sharp, nine-foot-long sword just LYING AROUND WHEREVER. Someone is going to lose a foot.

-He thinks he's a great cook and likes to share his talent with people, and he's too sweetly sincere and excited about it, so you can't bear to break his heart, and you wind up gritting your teeth and smiling through a plate of sticky, pasty, mushy pasta, with sauce made from frankly baffling ingredients (you put walnuts in the marinara? ohhhh...how…interesting. is this an anchovy?).

-He casually says absolutely horrible, emotionally devastating things, without realizing they're horrible. Example:

person: my mom was so forgetful, she always used to burn the garlic bread and she'd mix up my brother's lunch box and mine half the time

sephiroth: haha yeah, i know what you mean. on several occasions, Hojo forgot to send someone to change my IV, when he left me strapped to an exam table in the basement lab for multiple days, and i nearly died of dehydration and malnutrition

person:

sephiroth: parents, right?

-Lastly, Sephiroth absolutely never wears a shirt and in fact doesn't even own one. This is not an annoying habit, this is the habit that makes all the other ones worth putting up with.

#ask games #villain ask game #character ask game #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ff7 rebirth #ffvii #crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #autistic sephiroth

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schrijverr · 1 day ago

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 41

Chapter 41 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, Buck is still on medical leave at home as Eddie suddenly starts lying about things. Buck comes to the conclusion that Eddie is probably moving on and he tries to be supportive, but then he comes home less and less, until suddenly he doesn’t come home at all.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie

Warnings: internalized misogyny, insecurity

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Chapter 41: The Other Man

Buck is starting to get desperate. Something is going on with Eddie, but he doesn’t know what and it’s killing him. When he is home he acts normal, but Eddie hasn’t been coming home as often. In fact, Buck can barely remember when it was just the two of them home without Eddie locking himself in his room to sleep.

From what he hears, Eddie is also continuing as always at work, but the excuses he texts are just that, excuses. He finds that out when hanging out with Hen.

They’ve become closer after the get together where she learned of his embarrassing crush on – cough, deep love for, cough – Eddie. Denny and Chris are off doing their own thing. And Eddie is sleeping at home, having come in on time to give Chris a kiss before they left for the Wilson house, since Buck can drive again.

“Are you okay hanging out, because I can watch them while you nap,” Buck checks in to make sure.

Hen looks confused to a second, but then gives him a kind smile. “Thanks, Buck, but I’m okay. It was just a normal shift, so I got plenty of sleep when I got home this night.”

“Oh, of course,” Buck smiles back, trying to cover his confusion. Eddie said they’d run over when he came home this morning. He doesn’t know why he’d lie about that.

“Everything okay?” Hen asks, naturally picking up on it, because Buck is still a shit liar.

“Yeah, yeah, no, everything’s fine,” he replies. It’s the one lie he can actually pull off and if Hen is suspicious, she doesn’t push, instead distracting him with some Bobby gossip she got from Athena.

Then later, he’s over at Maddie’s and Chimney is there too, so he asks how drinks were after last shift. At the question, Chimney raises a brow: “Drinks? What drinks? We didn’t get drinks, why’d you think that?”

Buck feels put on the spot, not expecting the reaction and now having to deal with the uncomfortable reality that Eddie is lying to him about where he goes. A pattern established by this repeat not even a week later. “Eddie said he’d went out drinking after shift, I assumed he meant you guys, but maybe it was with people from the 136?”

“Oehh, the husband is lying? That’s never good,” Chimney comments, before he turns back to making popcorn. “What you think he’s doing? Usually it’s an affair when the husband’s lying. Did he mention anyone?”

It’s a logical conclusion.

A great one.

Buck hates it.

He hates it, because it’s perfectly reasonable that Eddie found someone. That it might not be an affair, because they always said it was okay, but that it still feels like one, because he’s sneaking around and lying to Buck about it. He always braced himself to feel jealous, but never for feeling stupid and blind.

Eddie would always find someone new and Buck knew he’d get his heart broken from the moment he realized he loved Eddie. But a part of him thought he would be there to see it grow. To get used to the idea of being replaced before it got that far. To help Eddie with his date outfits and maybe judge his dates a little, just to filter out the bad ones, since they’d be in Chris’s life too.

He thought he knew Eddie the best and would recognize the signs of him finding someone he did love. Someone other than Buck. To trust Buck and talk to him about it. Yet here he is, being replaced without even realizing it. Being left behind before he can catch up.

The person Eddie is sleeping with also comes to mind; Bosko. He knows her exes are women, but so are his and he’s still in love with Eddie anyway. He was so jealous of her, but pushed it away, telling himself to not be stupid. That is was just Eddie having a coworker he got along with, a friend. He was allowed to have that. Buck was just making things up and being a little sexist.

Guess he wasn’t wrong anyway…

Maddie must see it in his face, because she says: “We don’t know anything, Howie. You shouldn’t speculate on your coworkers.”

“Speculating about my coworkers is practically all I do,” Chimney says obliviously. “However, this popcorn turned out perfectly, so I am willing to delay speculation so we can watch this movie and get you two educated on pop culture while we eat it.”

Gratefully grabbing the change in topic, Buck pouts: “I know pop culture.”

“No, you know children’s movies, because you have an eight year old,” Chimney tells him. “You didn’t even know who Rambo was and Maddie didn’t know Die Hard, both of which are crimes.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just play the movie,” Buck rolls his eyes, but the knot in his stomach has loosened somewhat at the comment.

Now that he knows Eddie is lying, he wants to talk to him. It is going to suck, but he genuinely wants Eddie to be happy, so he doesn’t have to feel like he can’t talk to Buck and have to sneak around. If he doesn’t want to tell Chris until it’s more sure, Buck gets it, but it’ll be nice to know why he’s feeding Chris the lies Eddie has told him.

However, it’s at this point that he starts to notice that Eddie seems to be avoiding him. It’s as if he tries to be home when Chris is there to be his human shield, otherwise he gets there when Buck is at his PT or asleep, staying in his room until Chris gets there.

Buck has no idea why Eddie is suddenly allergic to spending time with him and it hurts more than he’s willing to admit. Getting replaced as partner – both at work and in life – is one thing, getting phased out of Eddie’s life entirely is another.

Then it gets worse.

Eddie goes from avoiding Buck, to avoiding home. If he makes bedtime or dinner twice or thrice a week, it’s a lot. Buck never expected Eddie to be the type to be so enamored he’d forget about his kid, but here he is.

It’s been four weeks since Eddie started at the 118 again and Buck and Chris are sitting at the dinner table with just the two of them. There’s a plate for Eddie set too, but Eddie hasn’t show up yet. At this point, Buck suspects he won’t.

He starts plating food for him and Chris, when Chris asks: “Aren’t we going to wait for daddy?”

His heart clenches at Chris’s tiny worried brow and his big concerned eyes. Buck hates having to do this and he mentally sends a message to Eddie to get his ass home already. Externally, however, he plasters on a sympathetic look: “Daddy has to work, Superman. I’m afraid it’s gonna be just us for dinner tonight.”

Chris pouts, even when he’s clearly trying to put on a brave face. They have never been able to promise them being there when they started working for the LAFD and Chris has always been understanding when they’re home late or have to miss something due to an emergency. But it’s clear he’s starting to grow upset over Eddie’s accumulation of absences. Buck wonders how Eddie did this when he stayed with Maddie and couldn’t be home. If he felt this out of his depth too.

It’s beginning to remind him of when Eddie was in the service, he isn’t sure if he can do that again, especially since he knows Eddie could be here. He just isn’t. He doesn’t want to be.

They try not to have phones at dinner, but Buck can’t help but pull his out and send Eddie a quick text asking him where the hell he is, because it’s dinner time. Eddie might not want to be there, but he should be and until he tells Buck he won’t be and why, Buck can try getting him there.

There is no response back and Buck seriously contemplates texting Bobby about how their shift went to feel out if Eddie mentioned anything or if they’re genuinely running over. However, he stops himself, feeling too much like a suspicious house wife.

Buck doesn’t want to be the suspicious house wife suspecting her husband of cheating with the secretary. They’re not like that. It’s never been like that. And the last thing Buck wants to do is drive Eddie away further with interrogating him all the time, even if it might become unavoidable if he goes on like this.

Dinner that night is quiet and Chris never fully breaks out of the disappointment, no matter how much Buck prods him about school. Instead he sulks all the way through dinner and bedtime, refusing a bedtime story from Buck as he turns his back on the door, curling into himself.

As he watches Chris from the threshold, Buck checks his phone again. There’s a message from Eddie, asking him to save him a plate, because he’s running late. There is no excuse.

Buck sighs as he looks at Chris, then turns off the lights and closes the door, quietly retreating back down the hallway again.

He tries to wait for Eddie to come home, hoping to play it off as him just still watching TV or something, so he can feel out where Eddie has been all night. However, he must have fallen asleep at some point, because when he wakes up the next morning it’s to Eddie burning eggs as if the accident with the firetruck never happened with a happy Chris informing him daddy’s taking him to the park today.

“I thought I’d relieve you of breakfast making duty, but I’m pretty sure I fucked it up a bit. Though it’s edible, I think,” Eddie says sheepishly, looking so normal and domestic that Buck wants to believe he’s making things up and that there might be a good explanation for Eddie’s absence last night.

Chris is giggling, saying: “That doesn’t look edible, daddy.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you tried it, little man.”

The two of them looking so happy, even if Chris has Shannon’s smile, their expressions are still so much alike. He doesn’t want to ruin that. These moments mean so much to him and knowing that they’re likely finite, makes him want to treasure them more.

So, he stuffs the frustration and sadness from last night away and grins as he peels himself from the couch, holding out his hands to take over as he says: “Here, let me see if I can salvage your mess.”

He doesn’t see the something that flickers in Eddie’s eyes, too busy inspecting the burnt food. He does vaguely see Eddie step to the side as he says: “I’ll set the table. Pretty sure I can manage that.”

Over breakfast, Chris comes to life like he hadn’t during dinner and bedtime the day before, excitedly talking about the project they’re going to be starting soon. He has a bunch of grandiose ideas and Buck already feels like this will entail some trips to the hardware store, but he can’t stop smiling and he doesn’t care.

And he almost manages to convince himself it’s not that big a deal when Eddie is there the next few days too and it feels as if there isn’t anything or anyone to worry about it.

Eddie is a great husband. Buck will never fully understand why Shannon divorced him. Maybe it’s because he was already more mature when Buck met him, maybe because he never expected a husband and they grew into their roles together.

Whatever it is, Eddie does his part of the work, he’s a great father and amazing company. He makes Buck feel safe and happy. He always has, even before Buck loved him. Eddie is his rock, he has his back. He’s always known he can count on Eddie.

So, he’s adrift when that falls away.

After those few days, Eddie disappears every other night again. Some he is actually working, but definitely not all. He’ll bring Chris to school or pick him up on his assigned days and his part of the chores get done when Buck isn’t looking, but Eddie’s presence fades away.

In a way, Buck gets it. He’s no longer the person Eddie gives all his attention to. He should have expected it. But it still hurts.

He and Chris do the project together. It’s something that they’ve always done together and Eddie happily left that part to Buck. However, usually, Eddie would be puttering around in the background and giving his commentary and opinions both asked and unasked, something that is glaringly absent now.

Chris still is laser focused on the project. He is aiming for an A+ and Buck is more than happy to provide his assistance, even if he doesn’t know where the driven nature has come from. Chris cares about his grades, sure, but he is always more driven by interest than grades. This time is different… a theme in their house, it seems.

When he’s over at Hen’s again, he groans, sinking into the couch. “I don’t know if I should be worried or mad at him. He’s acting a bit like a dick, but it’s not like him… What if something is wrong and I’m being upset, because he’s ignoring me? He’s allowed to pay attention to other people, I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not being stupid,” Hen says. “He’s not coming home, you’re allowed to be worried and upset. You’re still his partner, his co-parent. You’re also worried for Chris. That’s normal, Buck.”

“It just feels like I don’t have a right to be worried,” Buck confesses, hugging one of the pillows from the couch to his chest. “Chimney is probably right, he’s fucking some woman I don’t know and I’m being jealous and pretending to be worried.”

Hen had said him straight – or well, lesbian – about Bosko. Buck doesn’t know if he’s happy about that or not. On the one hand, knowing her would be so much worse, but on the other hand, it’s killing him to imagine some unknown seductress stealing Eddie away. Which is a horrible view to have of this woman he doesn’t know, but he can’t stop it.

“Have you asked Eddie about it?” Hen asks pointedly.

“No…” Buck sinks further into the couch.

“Buck.” Hen gives him a look.

“I know, okay! I know. It’s just hard. He’s never really there, unless Chris is also there and I don’t want to start anything in front of him, he’s witnessed enough adults fighting in his life already. We said we wouldn’t do that. So what am I going to do? Ask Carla to babysit so I can confront him at work? Have Athena tail him?”

“Maybe don’t do that last one,” Hen chuckles. “But cornering him? I don’t see why not. You’d want to know if it is something to worry about before it comes kicking in your door, trust me on that.”

“You think it’s something bad?” Buck worries. “You think he’s doing drugs?”

“No, no, I don’t think that,” Hen assures him quickly. “He’s not acting like Eva was and Bobby hasn’t been worried yet, so I think we can rule that out for now. At work, I wouldn’t say anything is different about him.”

“He’s not different when he’s at home either, he just isn’t there,” Buck sighs.

“Then confront him.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to be a jealous house wife,” Buck confesses, slightly embarrassed. “I mean, come on, getting someone to watch the kid so I can confront him at work where he can’t run? If it’s nothing I’m doing that’s driving him away, then that certainly will.”

“You won’t know until you ask,” Hen says, annoyingly right.

“Then I guess I’m not going to know,” Buck replies stubbornly.

“I could ask,” Hen offers.

Buck thinks about it for a moment, then shakes his head. “No, no, I can’t ask that of you. I’m probably being paranoid, blowing things out of proportion and making it about myself.”

“Alright, but just so you know, I was offering, so you can ask that of me.”

“Thanks, but no.” Buck hesitates for a moment, before he says: “But if Eddie happens to mention anything or whatever, you can text me. If you want, of course.”

Hen laughs knowingly and says: “Of course, I’ll keep that in mind.”

The next day, he comes home from PT. Chris is at school and Eddie is in his room, the door closed and locked. He stands outside of Eddie’s room for a full minute, contemplating whether or not he should knock, his fist raised.

In the end, he doesn’t knock, turning away and walking back down the hallway to plop down in front of the TV instead. He’s not going to be pathetic and clingy. He’s not going to make it about himself. Eddie can move on. Eddie never even loved him to begin with. He can let Eddie go, he can deal with the heartbreak. Eddie was never his to keep, Buck’s been lying to himself and he’s always sucked at lying. He knows better.

That night during dinner Chris is chatting happily about his project to Eddie, finally getting the commentary that was missing earlier. Eddie looks happy and handsome, crow’s feet forming around his eyes when he does and teeth on display. Buck loves his smile. He’s going to miss that smile. It takes everything in him to prevent his breaking heart from showing.

Eddie puts Chris to bed that night and Buck watches the two of them go, sitting at the dinner table by himself, wondering where he’ll be in a month. He’ll have his re-certification then. His strength is already up and he never thought he’d make it there, but he is. He’s been looking forward to it so much, but at the same time, he can’t help but think it will be the end.

They were always going to divorce, but things kept happening. His injury is just the latest thing that happened. Maybe Eddie is waiting until he’s back on the job, before he’ll serve Buck the papers. He might truly only have a few weeks left of this life and he doesn’t know how to process that.

In the end, he doesn’t even make it to his re-certification, before it’s over.

Eddie isn’t supposed to be home for dinner – legitimately this time – so dinner went alright. He’s doing the dishes right now, when his phone rings. For a moment, he wonders if he’s getting an excuse over the phone instead of through text this time. So, his heart already is heavy, when he sees it’s Hen instead of Eddie and his head slams into overdrive with worry. “Hen? Is everything okay?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” she says. “Did Eddie make it home yet?”

“No, he’s not home yet,” Buck says, looking at the clock. Eddie could have been here already, but he’s not late-late yet either. “Why? What happened?”

“We asked if he wanted to get a drink with us, when he said he couldn’t, Chimney- uh, he kind of said something about us all knowing he was having an affair, which he did not like. I tried to mitigate the damage a little, told him he could talk to us, accidentally mentioned you were worried about him. He flew off the handle.”

“He flew off the handle how?” Buck asks anxiously.

“Told us there was nothing to know and that just because you told us everything, didn’t mean we could pry. That he forgave us, but didn’t forget, that we didn’t have any right to expect his trust and to leave him the fuck alone. Then he stormed off.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, that about sums it up.”

“I’ll text him, see if he says anything. Maybe he’ll show up in a bit, then I’ll talk to him,” Buck says, not putting much faith in Eddie showing up tonight. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Of course, keep me updated.”

“I will,” Buck says, before hanging up. Immediately he opens the messages app. He wants to call Eddie right now, but doesn’t want to poke the bear, so to speak. Eddie is already pissed off about Buck talking about him to their friends – behind his back, though it’s not like Buck had a choice, since Eddie isn’t there to be talked in front off – so he doesn’t want to upset him more.

Like he expected, there is no reaction and Buck braces him for how much this night is going to suck as he turns to watch Chris in front of the TV, getting to stay up late to wait for daddy.

Buck lets Chris stay up to an hour that is irresponsible at this point, texting Eddie sporadically to no avail. He’s almost considering calling the police to make a report, but it’s not the first time this has happened, just the first time he knows Eddie left angrily.

He decides to give Eddie until tomorrow, instead focusing on putting Chris to bed. He gently nudges him from his dozing, saying: “Wake up, buddy. You need to brush your teeth and go to bed.”

“Is daddy home?” Chris asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Chris,” he winces. “Daddy has to work. He’ll be here in the morning to bring you to the sleep over, yeah?”

“No,” Chris yells. “No. He promised he’d try, but he’s not. I don’t want to see him in the morning, I want to see him now. I want- I want, daddy.” Then to Buck’s horror, he starts crying, deep wailing sobs that makes Buck’s gut churn.

“I know, buddy, I know. I miss him too, but it’s not his fault, people needs his help,” Buck lies wondering how long Chris will continue to believe that.

Chris heaves irregular breaths as he cries, exclaiming: “I don’t want him to help other people, I want him to be home. I don’t want you to read to me, I want daddy to read to me.”

“And I wish he could, sweetheart, but it’s late. You have to go to bed, it’s late,” Buck tries to soothe Chris, while also putting his foot down. It’s already after midnight.

“No,” Chris shakes his head vehemently. “No. I can wait. Please, let me wait for him, papi.”

It absolutely rips him to shreds, but he shakes his head: “I can’t, Chris. I can’t. You have to sleep or you won’t grow properly. It’s already way past your bedtime. Daddy just isn’t going to make it home tonight.”

“Please, papi, just a little longer,” Chris sobs, grabbing hold of Buck’s arm and clutching it as he pleads to give him more time.

Buck gathers him to his arms and rocks him as he sobs, whispering apologies and making empty promises as he looks at the door, as if their desperation will make Eddie appear.

It doesn’t.

That night Buck has to carry Chris to the bathroom, soft pleas trailing off into whimpers. Chris weeps all throughout their nighttime routine. If he weren’t already in his pajamas, Buck would put good money on that being a fight. He keeps climbing out of bed, refusing to stay in, because daddy might be home soon.

In the end, exhaustion wins out and Chris falls asleep in Buck’s arms as Buck carries him back to his room for the fourth time. He tucks Chris in, angrily thinking that Eddie better have a damn good reason for not being home tonight.

That anger carries him to the kitchen, turning into desperation and fear when he sees that there is still no text back from Eddie. What if he’s wrapped around a tree somewhere on the way home and Buck is just being mad at him?

With shaking hands, he presses call, pained eyes closing when he goes to voicemail. The desperation can’t be hidden, as he says: “Eddie? Where are you? You’ve been missing dinner and bedtime left and right and that’s fine. It’s fine. You’re a grown man and I don’t care what you do, but you gotta come home.”

Buck’s not even lying. In this moment, he cares more about Eddie being home than what Eddie has been doing. He can deal with the heartbreak, he can deal with being replaced, but he can’t deal with seeing Chris like that ever again.

Conscious of Chris finally being asleep, he lowers his voice before he can become hysterical, continuing: “I keep making excuses to Chris that you’re at work and he tries to understand, but he misses you, Eddie. He wants his daddy to tuck him in and I-” he cuts himself off, everything becoming too much as he nearly starts sobbing.

He takes a deep breath, centering himself. It’s shaky, but it works. “I can’t replace you. I never want to replace you. Chris needs you here.” I need you here, I’ve done this alone before, but at least you called home, I need to know you’ll come home, is what he doesn’t say. Chris is important right now, not him. “He needs you home. You can’t keep staying away like this. I can’t keep disappointing him with your absence. I can’t keep lying. Come home, please.”

It’s desperate and probably a little pathetic and clingy, everything Buck has avoided being, but it’s too much. He needs Eddie here. Chris needs Eddie here. He still has a family that he needs to come home to. They aren’t divorced yet. Buck needs his husband right now.

However, there is nothing more he can say. Nothing other than confess his undying love for Eddie and breaking down sobbing and he’s not there. Not yet. So he hangs up with a heavy heart and drags himself to bed, he can deal with this again tomorrow.

Then tomorrow comes and Eddie still isn’t home.

>:3 >:3 >:3

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mrs-monaghan · 2 years ago

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We haven’t seen Jimin hangout with ANYONE in public in over half a year now! These ‘why do we see tkk hangout but not jkk’ people are so infuriatingly dumb because it’s very obvious why that is? You mean, the member who has been working nonstop and only goes home to eat and sleep isn’t wanting to go out bowling and skiing? And the two members who have been working the least, who are out socializing with many different friends, sometimes hangout together? Like? How is that so confusing to people? Jimin sees the members who are at the company more because that’s literally where he’s at working, and Jungkook sees the member who is out socializing more because they literally have the most free time, it’s not super deep. With taekook having similar interests, being around the same age, being friends and having free time, it would be weird if they DIDNT hang out some during CH2. And jkk focusing on different things for CH2 isn’t a big deal because they’re literally two different individuals with different needs and things they want to work on. Jimin wanted to tell his story and process his pandemic emotions with FACE, and he wants to work to improve various aspects of himself so he can return stronger for the team (his own words!). Jungkook has been working nonstop since he was a teenager and wanted a break to do somewhat normal twenty something things. He’s been hanging out a lot with ALL of his friends, it’s just that most of those friendships aren’t as public as Tae and Wooga Squad. And how is Jungkook supposed to hangout with Jimin’s friends when JIMIN isn’t even hanging out with Jimin’s friends? Oh but wait, JK actually just WAS with one of Jimin’s friends, but that doesn’t count for some reason right? Because that friendship isn’t as publicized and things jkk do are always downplayed.

And the people SO confident that jikook never see each other because of throwaway comments here and there need to let go of their god complexes. I bet Letter took them by surprise right? Because obviously Jikook had to meet up to talk and record it, but according to them, if Jikook haven’t explicitly said they’ve seen each other, it doesn’t count. Because they seem to think jikook would 100% let us know every time they meet up or talk. Yet… they still haven’t mentioned how Letter came about. And Taehyung casually mentioned Jimin skipped their gym date, and only thought to mention it because of someone’s ‘summoning Park Jimin’ comment on his live. Well, I bet them randomly working out together isn’t even out of the norm. Why is that so hard for people to imagine?

If you looked only at the picture from Hobi enlisting it would fit the narrative that taekook are distant from Jimin. Then you watch the actual btb and you see JK IMMEDIATELY reach out for Jimin when he arrives, and then the hug (with JK smiling so hard) and then you see him hover around Jimin the entire time, as well as vmin in the background chatting and also standing next to each other, and there you go. You realize how incredibly stupid it is to put such great importance on a singular picture when we barely see even 1% of their lives (and I won’t even go into the conversation that implies they might have had drinks the night before because it doesn’t even matter). EVERY single time we have seen Jikook together or interact they have been more than fine and extraordinarily cute (TMAs, Busan Concert + practice, Hobi enlistment, comments during lives, Run episodes, Birthday content, Jungkook’s smiles marathoning Jimin content ect). They don’t owe anyone visibility, and at this point if you think they’re distant you’re just choosing to believe that because you want to or you’re insecure and selfish for content. Idk if they’re together romantically I just know they love each other a lot in a unique way and that even during this ‘distant era’ they’ve done so many loud things exclusively for each other that they haven’t done for anyone else. If you think bowling with friends is somehow more indicative of a romantic relationship than a thirst trap, birthdays together, and an entire focused marathon then idk what to say. Even Taehyung randomly posted jikook jikook-ing for no reason on Hobi’s birthday, but I bet they burned that from their memory. And just tossing this out in case it happens bc I already see people talking about it, but if JK ends up doing another member focused live, he still did it for Jimin first when he’s had every opportunity to do so for the other members. Okay, god sorry, I’m just so sick of seeing that argument.

Ugh, sorry, one last thing. Thinking people are dating ONLY based on proximity and visibility is so incredibly stupid. People legitimately thinking yoonmin are a thing because they dropped their albums at the same time and decided to do some promotions together are ridiculous. There is literally zero logic in that. Same as thinking that means they’re suddenly somehow closer than other duos . Why, because they had March album releases? Do they hear themselves? Also putting so much importance on CH2 is really dumb. CH2 is a temporary in-between period. CH3 is obviously the end goal if we take them by their word and how often they talk about it. They all have things they want or need to do right now, but CH3 is what they’re working so hard towards and where they want to be most, NOT CH2 (by their own words!).

If you disagree with any of this;

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #minkook #bts

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snappleapple · 4 years ago

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k

genre: angst, fluff

masterlist

Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show.

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.)

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.”

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks.

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right.

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust.

“What are you do-” you start

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

“Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on.

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face.

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met”

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me??

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before.

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?”

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you.

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject”

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response.

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

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