#i might just have to wait till tomorrow?? and then try again?

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New contender for worlds worst error message screen

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❥ It's so sweet, knowing that you love me

★ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

★ summary: miguel knows you're pregnant, the only problem is he doesn't know how to to tell you. ─ or the time miguel found out before you.

★ warnings: fluff!! usage of many pet names, angst if you squint, miguel being a simp for his wife, pregnancy stuff, swearing, some shitty humor.

★ notes: there aren't enough dad and husband miguel fics out there so i had to write this!! icon credits: @/natashowlet

Miguel knew something was off, he’s known for days.

You’ve recently been throwing up, having odd cravings and random mood swings. At first, he thought you might be sick, you thought the same thing but now he knows it's not that. You were definitely pregnant. Everything adds up, and all of it made sense, then again he could be totally wrong. 

He made up his mind to try and talk to you once you returned home, he would surprise you with a romantic dinner and bring up the subject. He had about an hour to prepare everything. 

Well, that's what he thought, the second he got up to start preparing, you waltzed in through the door. 

“Mi Amor, I’m home.” Why are you home this early? He wanted to surprise you. 

“Mami, why are you home so early?” He says pulling you into a bear hug, usually, he would squish you completely but right now he wasn't sure that’d be the best idea. 

“What, aren't you happy to see me?” You chuckle. 

“No, no I'm really happy, I was just gonna cook you a surprise dinner that's all,”  he replies bashfully

“Aw, that's so sweet.” You threw your arms around him, placing kisses wherever you could reach. “I have the best husband ever.” 

“And I have the most amazing wife, now come on let’s go make something to eat.” He scoops you up in his arms and carries you bridal style towards the kitchen. He desperately wants to bring up the topic of you possibly being pregnant but now was not the best time, he didn't want to ruin the moment. 

This conversation could wait till tomorrow, right now he just wanted to enjoy some time with his wife.  

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Good night, Miggy.” His head was buried into your neck, his arms were secured somewhat tightly around your belly, and your smaller hands were coving his bigger ones. 

He thought about bringing up the topic right now but quickly scratched off that idea.

He was so tired from the day's activities, he could fall asleep instantly.

He could hear you slowly drifting off, your breathing calming him down and lulling him into slumber... well almost. 

Just as he was on the verge of falling asleep he heard something ─ or rather someone. 

He could hear another heartbeat. Coming right from you. He thought he was going crazy at first, but the closer he listened, the clearer it got. He was right, you were pregnant.

Holy shit. You were pregnant. He was going to be a dad. 

In all this, it occurs to him that you didn't even know yet, he would have to tell you tomorrow no matter what.

He’s so happy. He finally has another chance, he won't mess up this time. He would do anything to protect you both.

But what if you didn't want kids just yet? The topic of kids has come up before and you both want them, but what if you changed your mind? There were so many things that could go wrong but Miguel tried to push all the negative thoughts away and focused on falling asleep. 

He slept like a baby that night. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

“So, honey, I was hoping to talk to you about something.” He avoided having the conversation all morning, now he needed to tell you. 

“What is it, Miggy?” You sit down looking at him expectantly. You could see that he was nervous, it was obvious by the way he was acting. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, everything is fine, mi corazón, don't worry.” How should he start? Should he just jump straight into it or start off slow? He should have thought about this before, well no time to do that now. 

He took a deep breath and it all came rushing out “I think, actually no, I know that you’re pregnant.”  

Silence. You were too stunned to speak. 

“Excuse me?” There was pure shock written all over your face, he would’ve laughed if the situation was different. 

“I heard 2 heartbeats last night, one was yours and the other one was -”

“Are you sure? I mean are you 100% sure? Maybe you heard something else?” You didn't want to get your hopes up just yet, you always wanted a baby with Miguel but if this turned out to be a false alarm you would be a little crushed. 

“I’m 9.99% sure. Bebé, if you want we can get a pregnancy test done?”

“Yeah okay, let’s do it.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

An hour later both of you stood in the bathroom. Three minutes felt like hours right now. 

You might be pregnant. This isn't some crazy dream.

“Bebé, if you don’t want to keep the baby I absolutely respect tha-” He’s still not sure if you’re happy with this or not. He was worried he messed up in some way. 

“No, I want to keep the baby but I just don't want to get my hopes up just yet. I definitely want to have a baby with you.” You wrap your arms around him, his scent calmed you down. You were going to be okay. 

“I want to have a baby with you too,” he whispers. 

You lean up to give him a kiss, your hands gently coming up to stoke his cheeks. Miguel pulled back and mutters, “I love you.”  

“Love you too.” A moment later you both heard the timer going off. This was it. 

You slowly step forward picking up the stick and turning it around. 

Positive. You were pregnant. 

“Well, what does it say?” This whole thing is making him feel so anxious. 

“We’re having a baby.” His wife is carrying his baby, this is real, he isn't dreaming. 

“I knew it! I was right.” He pulls you off the ground and into a hug, placing kisses all over your face while muttering small “thank you’s” and “I love you’s” 

“I can't believe we’re gonna have a mini O’Hara running around soon,” you giggle kissing his jawline. 

“She’s going to be just like her mother. ” Knowing a mix of you and him was going to be here soon made him feel content. 

“How do you know they're gonna be a girl, hm?” 

“Just… a small feeling.” His small feeling would be proven right 9 months later.

[drabblesandimagines]

Pink Gingham

Leon Kennedy x reader Established relationship, all fluff

It had been a long week at work. A number of your colleagues calling in sick and multiple projects in the pipeline, you’d tried to take up some of the slack with ill-advised early starts and late finishes...

Truthfully, if Leon hadn’t been away on assignment, you wouldn’t have volunteered for so much overtime.

The house still felt too big compared to the apartment you’d once shared, so the more time out of it at the moment the better, in your opinion. You’d started to feel a little off Friday morning, cast it aside as nothing that a lie-in Saturday would sort, but still found yourself awake at sunrise.

You’d got up, checked your phone to see if there were any messages – zero – showered and dressed, and taken the early wake-up call as a sign that you shouldn’t lie in today, but instead head downstairs to start on the long list of housework that had been neglected with good intentions.

You fill the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and begin to wash the numerous glasses and cups that have built up. It must be the steam from the sink because there’s sweat on your brow by the second cup. You reason you should wait for the water cool down and take a bottle of water out the fridge, greedily gulping down half the thing before you change tact to loading the dishwasher.

After loading up the racks, you still feel too hot for what should for such a menial task. You’re feeling more akin to that time you tried to join Leon in one of his ridiculous work outs in the garage. To top it off, the beginning of a headache is now beginning to pound at your temples. You try and rub it half-heartedly away with your fingers, finally fighting back a yawn.

You check your phone again – still nothing.

It wouldn’t hurt to go back to bed, would it?

--

Your phone buzzes almost violently on the bedside table, startling you awake. The headache you had before you’d laid down for what might turn out to be an ill-advised nap doesn’t seem to have shifted, even with the painkillers you’d taken. In fact, it feels worse than it did, graduating into a horrible, constant throb around your temples.

You weakly kick the duvet off of you, feeling flush – should have got changed into your pjyamas rather than getting in bed fully dressed - and reach out blindly for your phone, holding it above your face to squint at the screen, trying to decipher what it was determined to tell you.

Two new messages from Leon.

Finally on my way home, sweetheart. Wrapped up yesterday but they wouldn’t discharge me till this morning. ETA 210 minutes.

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the acronym if it wasn’t already hard enough to focus.

And before you ask – bit bruised. Don’t recommend a prison tour…! All good otherwise x

Leon had set out on an assignment the previous weekend and you hadn’t heard much from him besides one text message a day, a sentence of more than three words if you were particularly lucky, often sweet words...

"All good."

"Miss you, sweetheart."

"I love you."

"Recycling out tomorrow!"

..or reminders about something you'd forget to do completely if he wasn't around. In fact, that’s the way it had always been if he was on what you’d call 'active duty', not just him in a stuffy suit up DC way, trailing behind the President. It's not like you’d got used to not hearing much from him, just that it was expected.

There was always that little lump in your throat when he was away, of course there was, that this would be the time you wouldn't hear from him at all and there'd just be a knock on the door, agents dressed in mourning suits.

Besides, you’d rather his focus was on coming back to you in one piece than trying to compose an update whilst shielding from bullets or something horrifying.

You haul yourself out of bed, immediately regretting it when your vision swims and you fall back down heavily on the mattress, balance somewhat abandoning you.

Probably just got up too fast, you reason, try and shrug it off. There’s there niggling feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’re not well, but you’re going to remain in denial about it. You hate being sick, will never acknowledge you’re feeling under the weather to your grave and just muster on. It’s all psychological – it’s just a headache, you haven’t drunk enough water, not after you’ve sweated the last one out, didn’t have a proper breakfast either.

You’re fine. There’s too much to do, anyway. Every single time Leon had arrived home from an assignment it had been to a clean house and a home-cooked meal keeping warm in the oven, his favourite sweatpants fresh out of the dryer after you’d convinced him to soak in the tub – worked wonders for tense and bruised muscles – and you’ll be damned if he didn’t have the same today. It’s what he deserves.

He'd beam as soon as he walked in, wrapping you up tight in his arms, pressing a kiss against your temple and you’d run him said bath, finishing off dinner to be served for when he returned downstairs. What would follow would be an early retreat to bed, sometimes for devouring kisses and more, or just embraced in each other’s arms.

Leon’s text was from a while ago, so he couldn’t be too far away. Probably be hungry as well – often running off pure adrenaline when he was fighting for his life, then had an insatiable appetite on his return – so you really should try and see what you could combine from whatever’s in the refrigerator.

Ugh – you hadn’t done a grocery run in a few days. That had been on your agenda for today, though you’re not sure you’ll have time for that now. The laundry hamper is close to overflowing, the dishwasher definitely needs running after you crammed it full after dinner last night, some rogue plates and glasses piled up besides the sink and definitely a few rooms would benefit from the vacuum being run around.

You don’t even what to think about the garbage and recycling situation.

So much for his usual welcome home deal, then.

You get up a little slower this time, rewarded for your efforts by no spots of black in your vision and carefully head out the bedroom and towards the stairs, perhaps gripping the banister a little too firm on your descent than usual.

The easiest task by far is to pop the tablet in the dishwasher and set that to run, so you do that first, though making sure to bend down slowly after the previous bouts of head rush. After it whirs into action, you grab an apron off the hook – a pink frilly gingham one, a gift from a friend – and turn your attention to the fridge and proceed to stare forlornly at the contents, hoping for inspiration to strike.

You close the door in defeat and lean up against the counter. Maybe there’s some pasta and sauce in the cupboard…? Your thought is cut off as you hear the front door unlock.

“Sweetheart, you home?” You want to think it’s the sound of his voice that makes you weak at the knees, but you’d be a liar.

“In the kitchen!” You call back, keeping yourself propped up against the counter. Usually you’d be rushing towards him, colliding into his chest for a hug but everything feels impossible.

“Hey.” He smiles, creases at the corner of those blue eyes you could stare into for hours. Though he wasn’t lying in his text about the bruises – there’s a black eye blooming, currently a rather pleasing shade of purple, and plenty of other marks and scrapes littering his arms.

“Hey. Sorry, I haven’t started dinner yet.” Leon raises his eyebrow at that, and you feel awful, but it’s not for the reason you think. “No, sorry. I mean, welcome home! I’ll just star-” You stand upright, intending to head over to the cupboard in search of something, but your step is a bit too heavy, too quick to move and your vision swims again.

“Whoa.” Leon catches you by your shoulders, holding you up. “You feeling all right there, sweetpea?”

“I’m great.” You try and shrug him off, but his heavy palms stay in place. “Are you okay?”

His brows furrow, eyes scanning over your face. “You look hot.” The concern gives way to a grin as he realizes what he’s said. “I mean, not the usual hot. Warm.”

A hand remains on your shoulder while he moves the other to your forehead, gauging your temperature, but you’ll be damned to admit it feels soothingly cool. “I’ll turn the AC on. Let me-”

“Shit, no. You’re burning up.” Leon’s eyes widen, a worried crease appearing on his brow. “How long have you been like this?”

“No, it’s just…” You pull your head back from his hand, reluctantly. “It’s just hot in here.”

He gives you a skeptical look as you try and step around him – a look that would usually be accompanied with his hands on his hips if he didn’t still have one keeping you in place.

“How long?” He repeats, his mind racing, heart pounding. It was protocol to be decontaminated after any interaction with a BOW – he’d showered and changed clothes since Alcatraz. Hell, he’d bagged up his old ones to be incinerated, just to be sure. He knows it’s not logical, he can’t have brought something back with him and it affect you this fast, but the worry still surfaces. “From before I got home or just now? Did you feel a sting or anything?”

“Sting? No.” You shake your head, scrambling for excuses. “I’ve had a headache all morning but I probably haven’t drunk enough water. And… And I didn’t have the AC on or the windows open today, it’s probably that.”

“Mm-hm.” He relaxes a little, he’d already began calculating the distance between here and the lab. “Have I told you before that you’re a terrible liar?”

“Honestly, I’m fine,” you protest, taking advantage. “I can get dinner started at least. You go relax and I’ll…!”

Your vision swims again from sudden movement, but this time it’s from Leon sweeping you up into his arms. He doesn’t even let out a grunt, even though you know he must be aching from the amount of bruises he has.

“Sweetheart, we’re barely into the afternoon. You don’t need to worry about dinner - you’re going back to bed.”

“No, I’ve got so much to do.” You lament, though you don’t fight as he adjusts his hold on you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he heads towards the stairs.

“So? I can handle it.”

“But you just got back, I should be looking after you.”

That’s the way it had always been. Leon comes home and you’re there for him, however he needs you to be. Sometimes he’ll tell you about what happened as he cuddles into your chest – likes to hear your heartbeat, reminds him of some good in the world – but you’ve failed miserably this time, not even remotely prepared.

“Sweetpea, I know you hate being sick but you aren’t going to feel any better pushing yourself, okay? Let me fuss over my favourite girl for once.”

You don’t say anything as he places you gently down on the bed, sitting up against the headrest. He goes over to the dresser and pulls out one of his t-shirts, tugging the knot of the apron strings loose before softly asking you to put your arms up above your head. It’s all gentle touches, removing the apron, coercing you out of your top and into his, shuffling you out of your jeans and pulling back the covers for you to get in.

“These the painkillers you took?” He lifts up the box from the bedside table, eyes skimming the instructions and dosage.

“Yeah.” You mumble back, nuzzling your cheek into the pillow. “I don’t remember when though.”

“We’ll hold off a couple more hours, then, before another dose.”

He grabs the glass that was sat beside the pills and retreats into the bathroom, where you hear the tap run for a moment before he’s back at your side, placing down the glass of water. He crouches down besides you and gently brushes some of your hair behind your ear.

“Can I get you anything?”

You open an eye. “You.”

He grins, gets to his feet and carefully clambers over you to lie down at your back, draping a heavy arm around your waist.

“Only for a bit, though. Don’t want you overheating from me.”

“Mm-hm…” You mumble into the pillow, feeling your body relax. The weight of his arm feels nice – reassuring. “Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

It isn’t long before Leon can hear your breathing change, assuring him that you’ve drifted off to sleep. He could stay there easily, just close his eyes and nod off and though he knows you would never oppose that, the way you’d be so determined to get the house in order... A flash of pink gingham on the floor makes up his mind.

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You wake up alone in the bed, a little confused, but clear of the awful headache. Looking for the glass of water you know that Leon left there earlier, you notice that the bedside table now holds your phone, plugged into charge. You sit up slowly – still wary of dizzy spells - greedily drink from the glass of water, feeling it slip down your throat into a particularly empty stomach. Seems like your appetite had decided to reappear.

The digital alarm clock over on the dresser shows that it’s gone 8pm and, most intriguingly, the laundry basket is now empty. Huh.

You don’t bother to dress as you head downstairs, still clad in Leon’s t-shirt. The TV’s playing on a low volume, a candle burning on the coffee table. You can hear the thrum of the washing machine from the utility and when you head through to the kitchen, you find Leon hunched over the sink, apron strings tied around his waist as he dips a glass into the soapy water. The dishwasher is slightly ajar and you can see it’s been emptied, and he’s washing everything left in the sink – by hand.

He looks over his shoulder with a hesitant smile at the sound of your footsteps and then turns, drying his hands off on the apron – the pink frilly gingham number seems to suit him a little too well.

“Hey. Not sure you should be up yet, sweetheart. You were a bit unsteady on your feet earlier. Go sit down for me?”

“Okay.” You nod, and he’s pleased that you don’t protest – putting it down to the fact that you still must be feeling somewhat lousy. He traces your footsteps as you plod over to sit on the sofa though, just in case, and watches you curl up against the armrest.

“You feel up to eating something? I ordered in some soup earlier. Can warm it up on the stove now if you like – it’s your favourite.”

You nod. “That sounds nice.”

“Coming right up.” He pulls the blanket from off the armchair – the one that’s usually reserved for movie nights – and tucks it around you, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he does.

He turns to head back to the kitchen when he feels your fingers curl around his wrist, causing him to pause.

“I’m sorry I’m an awful patient.”

“You’re not, just stubborn,” Leon corrects with a cocky grin, but it doesn’t have the desired effect as the pout remains in place on your lips, thoughts spiraling. “But so am I.”

“No, I should be looking after you. You should be coming back to everything in order. Whatever this is won’t be anywhere near as bad as what you’ve been through - those bruises look so sore an-“

“Hey, it’s not a competition, sweetpea.” He says, softly, crouching down in front of you, rubbing your thigh with his right hand. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“It feels like I’ve let you down.”

“Never.” He says, firmly, giving you thigh a squeeze. “Actually impossible. I’m just glad I got back in time to keep an eye on you, I just hate the idea of you feeling lousy on your own.”

The washing machine beeps from the utility and he gets to his feet, passing you the remote from the coffee table. “Why don’t you find us something to watch, and I’ll move the laundry to the dryer and get that soup warmed up?”

“If you’re sure.”

He bends down, presses a kiss against your crown.

“Positive.”

He only makes it a few steps back towards the kitchen when you call out, looking bashful.

“Leon?”

“Mm?” He twists slightly to look back in curiosity.

“You look cute in that apron.”

He gives you a twirl, ending with a beaming grin. “I know.”

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 3] Bugging Question

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst

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Acting as if you think everything is okay overwhelms you. As okay as things can be while you’re getting a divorce. Toji swears that he’ll sign the papers tomorrow morning, and for now you’re cuddling. You’re hearing some light snoring from his part, and you can’t fall asleep. Not because you’re bothered by his snores, you’re already used to them.

You might be pregnant. You’re thinking about that possibility, and the fact that you don’t know what you’d do if you were. That’s why you didn’t ask Toji to stop at a pharmacy on your way back home. You don’t want him to know because you have no idea what you’re going to do and you know Toji’s hopes of you staying together will go up if you find out that you’re pregnant. 

“What would you do if I was pregnant?” You mindlessly ask, knowing that your husband is fast asleep. You so badly want to stay, and you need to find an excuse to do so. But no good excuse is coming up, you have no reason to stay. It’s selfish to want a pregnancy to have an excuse to stay with him. You know better.

Toji doesn’t love you, that’s why you’re leaving. If you have a baby, things will get worse. You can’t have a kid to try and fix this worthless marriage. Reasoning isn’t in your mind, you just want to stay with the man you love so badly.

“I’d be happy…” He’s sleep talking. Occasionally you say something while he sleeps and he answers, yet when you ask about it in the next morning, he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t mean it, he’s babbling, but there’s a smile on your face.

“You would be? I thought you didn’t want kids.” You don’t know why you keep talking. His embrace tightens, and you feel yourself about to cry from happiness. It’s absurd. You’re delusional, you just want to stay with him. You have no idea why you’re slowly changing your mind after watching the movie.

“You know I love you.” He mutters, and you’re about to wake him up. You don’t want to get a divorce anymore. You take a moment to think about it, should you really wake him up? Maybe you can wait till tomorrow morning when you’re not so desperate to try and keep this all together. You find yourself weakest at night because his body is right next to you. You hear his heartbeat, his breathing, you take his scent, you feel his warmth; it’s hard not to be weak when your heart is heavy with love and he’s telling you that he reciprocates it. 

You’re sure that in the morning you’ll be thinking the same exact thing. You need to stay with Toji. Until he mutters something else, and it isn’t your name. And the tears that are in your eyes spill, but they’re no longer tears of joy, on the contrary, they’re now tears of agony.

No matter what happens, you’re leaving.

You try to wiggle your way out of his arms, but his grip is too strong. You get away from him by mere inches, but he doesn’t waste any time in pulling you back so your back is pressed against him again.

You sigh.

Toji is gone in the morning, which doesn’t surprise you since he usually leaves to go to work early. You sit up on your bed, slowly gaining consciousness. You walk to the bathroom, and do your morning routine. You luckily have the day off since you knew you were moving out, you talked to your boss about it. You’ve been anticipating this day.

You think about your foolish thoughts of the previous night, your tired brain wanting to stay with Toji. Never in a million years will you stay with that man. You think that you’re over him, as soon as you can you’ll jump into the dating pool. Granted, you’ve completely forgotten about the fact that you possibly might be pregnant. 

You go into the closet to grab the suitcases that you have packed, and you find them on the floor, one of them open and stuff has been taken out. Toji must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but you don’t care. You have time before he gets home. You can redo that suitcase, and you can neatly pack it up.

You change out of your pajamas into another comfortable outfit, after all, you are moving out. You grab your phone and look through your contacts, wondering who you can call for help. You don’t have your own car, and you want to avoid calling a taxi. Not only that, you have a lot of luggage and after moving there you have to go shopping for furniture. You don’t even have a bed to sleep on. 

Everything could’ve been planned out much better, but you want to desperately get out. You barely have time to think anyway, so you won’t beat yourself up about it. 

Your eyes land on a specific contact that you don’t know all that well: Shiu Kong, Toji’s friend and his best man at your wedding. You’re not too sure how they know each other, but you know that they’re friends. That’s all you know. You don’t have too many people to rely on, which is why your finger hovers over the contact. The only other person you can try to call is pregnant and you don’t– Fuck, pregnancy. Shit shit shit. 

You have to take a test but you can’t do it here. Just thinking about that possibility makes your stomach churn. You want to be a mother but this situation is less than ideal. You can’t think about it, you have to focus on the task at hand. Which is why your finger clicks on the contact and you call him. The phone rings over and over again, and just as you’re about to hang up, he picks up the phone.

“Hello?” You nearly forgot how his voice sounded. You’re sure the last time you saw him was on your wedding night– No, it was a little after you moved into this apartment. Still, it was so long ago. He gave you his number in case any issue came up, and granted, you’ve never used it. “Who’s this?”

You tell him who you are, and it earns a laugh from him. He never really thought that you’d be using the number, but here you are. You feel a lump in your throat and with every passing second you get more and more anxious. Apart from Megumi, no one really knows about your separation from Toji. You hate saying it out loud, but you have to. “You live in town, right?”

“Uh… Yeah, what’s up?” He asks.

“Have you talked to Toji recently? Did he tell you what’s happening?” You question, and you hear a hum from the other side of your phone. You’re biting your bottom lip, asking yourself just how stupid you are. You were ready to do this alone but suddenly you’re scouring for someone to support you, and funnily enough, you landed on one of Toji’s friends. You sigh, “Can you do me a favor without contacting him?”

“Sure.” He doesn’t really hesitate which you appreciate. 

“Are you too busy with work? I need to borrow you. It’s important.” You say.

“Guessing I’m your last resort.” He asks and you agree, trying to laugh it off. You don’t really have anyone to rely on. “Let me guess, you’re finally moving out.”

“I am.” You answer, and thankfully you don’t have to talk much before he tells you that he’ll be here. You hang up the phone and walk out of the room to the kitchen to try to eat something before your day officially gets started. There’s nothing too appetizing, you’re not doing the grocery shopping anymore which means Toji has taken over. It’s fair to say he’s horrible at the task. There’s only ketchup, mayonnaise, leftover rise and some other leftovers which you’re too scared to open.

You look into the pantry to find something else, and you only find some saltine crackers, which you take and begin to eat. You can’t be too picky right now. Just as you’re opening the pack, you notice some papers on the dining table, and you walk over to check what it is. You’re assuming it’s some paperwork that Toji has to sign, you overheard Megumi tell his father how he was planning on joining the baseball team and how he needed Toji to sign a couple of things and whatnot. 

You feel your heart drop at what you find. You’d expect to find it on your nightstand, not on the dinner table. He just left it there for Megumi to see as well. And you have no idea why you’re about to cry since you’ve been begging him to sign those papers.

As you see the divorce papers, you realize that even though you’ve been trying to convince yourself that you’re done with Toji, that you don’t care anymore about this marriage or him, you still do. You very much care even though you’ve been trying not to.

You begin to cry, grieving a marriage that was never even worth it. You love him so much that it pains you. You bite down on your lip, holding back a sob as tears roll down your cheeks. You try to make yourself feel better by remembering all the bad times you’ve spent with him. Bad times were most prevalent in your marriage, so this shouldn’t be too bad, right? 

So many insistences pop into your head where you’ve been begging for his love and you end up being an afterthought. It should make you feel better that this is happening, but you’re not; you’re devastated yet also bitter. Bitter because even though Toji claims that he loves you, he still couldn’t say your name. 

You might be devastated, but the more you think about it, the more relieved you are.

It’s clear that you’ve been crying when Shiu picks you up. He doesn’t bother to ask much as he puts your luggage in the trunk and the backseat. He’s quiet when he drives to your new apartment, when you drop off your luggage, when he takes you shopping for new furniture, and when he’s finally about to leave you at your house. He helps you bring the boxes of unarranged furniture into the apartment and when he’s about to leave, he asks the question that you’ve been dreading hearing,

“Are you okay?” It earns a nod from you. You’re busy, you have to arrange a lot of furniture and then you have to go out to get yourself something to eat. He then asks, “Do you need any more help?”

“If you want to stay and arrange some furniture with me.” You try your best to smile at him, and he rolls up his sleeves. You never really thought Shiu meant when he told you that you could rely on him, but he proves himself as he helps you arrange the furniture. He’s doing most of the work on arranging the furniture while you try to help him. 

“It’s a nice apartment… Small but nice.” Shiu says because after spending hours by your side, he’s tired of the silence. You hum in response, and it’s obvious you won’t continue the conversation. He hates the silence. There’s a question that bugs his mind but he knows better than to ask.

When he’s almost done arranging the bed frame, he tells you, “I think we forgot to buy you a mattress.”

“I can’t believe I forgot that.” You chuckle. Your mind is all over the place. You’ll just sleep on top of blankets for the night or something like that. Unless Shiu wants to go shopping with you again. Shiu’s phone rings and he stands up from the floor, excusing himself outside to pick up the phone.

You’re looking around the place, and you think about the possibility of pregnancy. Where would you fit a crib? How would you handle a baby? You have no idea what you’d do, and you’ll try not to think about it for now.

Your stomach growls, and you stand up as well. You pull out your phone to look up places near you to eat, and as you look at all the different places and you decide what you crave, you miss how Shiu is back in the apartment. When he speaks up, you jump a little since you’re startled. You end up clearing your throat before you ask him,

“Are you in the mood to eat anything?” He ends up shaking his head.

“Let’s finish here first.” He responds, and you awkwardly smile at him.

“I want to thank you for helping me out, Shiu. I know that we’ve barely talked, and I know that you’re Toji’s friend too.” You begin, watching as Shiu opens another box. 

“I gotta say… I’m surprised this is all happening. Especially since you’re both… You know…” Shiu says as he pulls out all the pieces in the box. You tilt your head to the side and you ask him,

“Since…?” 

“You both love each other.” He tells you, and you roll your eyes. It’s all a lie, Toji doesn’t love you. He continues speaking, “But I knew this would happen eventually. Toji has never been a great husband, doubted he’ll be good as a second husband.”

“Yeah… He sucks.” You really can’t say much, knowing that speaking about it will end up in you in tears. Plus you doubt that Shiu wants to talk badly about his dear friend. “Is that why you told me I could rely on you?”

“Partially so.”

“You should’ve told me before I got married.” Or before you got pregnant… At least that’s what’s popping up into your head at this moment. You try to laugh.

“Would you have not gotten married?” He asks, and you end up sighing. You wouldn’t have stopped yourself. You wouldn’t have listened to anyone, especially when Toji assured you he loved you.

When there’s no response he says, “Let’s get something to eat.”

You don’t talk about anything important with Shiu at lunch. You take the opportunity to stop at a pharmacy to shop for what you need. You tell him you need something for your period, and Shiu doesn’t bother to ask questions. 

“I’ll wait for you here.” Shiu says, and you nod in response. You rush inside and try not to run as you look for the pregnancy tests. When you finally find them, you run to the register to buy them. The cashier takes forever to do everything, and you’re so close to just throwing cash at him and running to the bathroom to take it.

You’re more and more impatient with each passing second, you can’t wait till you get home to take the test. When he’s bagging it up, you snatch the test out of his hands and run to the bathroom to take it. You can’t take too long, knowing that Shiu is waiting for you. If he asks about anything, you’ll say you had to change your pad or something.

This can’t wait another minute. You still have so much more to do, you have no idea when you’ll get home. Your eyes skeem over the instructions and you wipe down the seat before you do as the instructions say.

Your hands are shaking while you do everything. Your breath hitches and you’re trembling even more. You hear as the bathroom’s door opens and closes, and you’re scared of making a sound while people walk by.

You’re wondering why this is happening. You’re usually very careful, especially with Toji of all people because for some reason he doesn’t get a vasectomy although he doesn’t want more kids. You take a pill every single day to avoid this situation. Maybe under all the stress you forgot to take it once or twice which is a grave mistake considering you’ve ironically been having sex with Toji more than ever. Maybe you should’ve gotten an implant or an IUD, you wouldn’t be scared like this if you had either of those birth controls.

You’ll be fine. You close your eyes for a moment, and you take a deep breath. You’ll be fine. Totally fine. When you open your eyes the test will be negative. You know that when you open your eyes– You inhale before you open your eyes, and you see the results. Your eyes well up with tears as you wrap the test up with toilet paper before you throw it away. You walk out of the bathroom and try to contain your tears as you walk to Shiu’s car.

“Everything okay?” He asks when you get into the passenger seat. You can’t look at him as you hum in response. 

“Heavy flow.” Is all you have to say, knowing that he won’t ask questions. He begins to dry, and you assume that he’s going to the closest place that sells mattresses. You agreed at lunch that you’d get a mattress and that’d be all. After that you’d be on your own.

Your head leans on the window, and you’re trying not to think about what you’re going to do next because you’ll end up bursting into tears, and you don’t want to explain anything to Shiu. You clear your throat before you tell him, “I really want to thank you for today, Shiu. I had no idea what I was going to do.”

“I told you that you can count on me, did I not? I’m a man of my word.” He says.

“Nothing like Toji.” You murmur, and he decides that he didn’t hear it. You feel the car come to a stop, and you furrow your brows before asking, “Why–”

You look at the building, and you scoff. You have no idea why you weren’t expecting this. You look at Toji, holding a bouquet of flowers, and you turn your head the other way because you don’t have the heart to look at him right at this moment.

“Can we just go please? I don’t have anything to talk to him about.” You say as Shiu rolls down the car window. Of course he isn’t on your side but he also doesn’t have to do this. 

“Hi.” You hear Toji as he walks to the car door. 

“Talk to him, at least one last time.” Shiu unlocks the car door. You glare at Toji and then at Shiu. You sigh before you open the car door.

“I doubt this is the last time we’ll talk.” 

[iheartz4starzz]

NEVER THERE 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

husband!chuuya x f.reader

SYNOPSIS: you only get to see your husband, chuuya, once a day, which is late at night when you're about to go to sleep. the next morning, you always wake up to him gone.

TW: slight angst, but dw, it'll be fluff at the end, might be a few grammar mistakes

NOTES: fun fact: a lot of these oneshots are based on my c.ai chats <3

Btw I never specified if the reader was taller or shorter than Chuuya, so you can just imagine it urself. ^^

You heard the door unlock, revealing a redhead mafioso, who peaked his head into the room. He let out a sigh and stepped through the door, running a hand through his hair as he set his hat onto his nightstand.

"Doll, did you wait f'me again?" Chuuya asked and crossed his arms.

There you were, sitting on your guys shared bed with your phone in hand. You were playing mobile games while waiting for your beloved to return home after a long days worth of work.

"Yeah. It doesn't feel the same when you're not here next to me when I sleep." You replied, averting your gaze with a slight pout.

Chuuya let out another sigh, but couldn't help but chuckle and smile warmly at how cute his wife was. He quickly showered and changed into his bedtime clothes before getting into the sheets next to you.

Resting your cheek on your husbands toned chest, you let out a breath of contentment before closing your eyes. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms was soothing for you, which was perfect to help you sleep.

"How was work today?" You asked with a yawn, trying to keep yourself awake.

"Fine. I had to fix a smuggling deal that one of my stupid subordinates messed up." Chuuya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You laughed, then snuggling closer to the redhead. You let out another yawn, to which Chuuya noticed and ran his fingers through you (h/c) hair. "You're tired, doll. Go to sleep now."

You shook your head in protest, blinking your eyes. "Nuh-uh! I want to spend more time with you, so I need to stay awake."

Chuuya shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. "Sleep now."

"But I-"

"No buts."

You sighed, closing your eyes to let your sleepiness consume you. Before you could final succumb to your slumber, you looked up at Chuuya with tired eyes.

"Will you be here next to me when I wake up?"

Chuuya could only bite the inside of his cheek and shake his head. "No doll, I'm sorry. I have work tomorrow."

You nodded and closed your eyes. "I love you, Chuuya."

"I love you to, (Name)."

The next morning, you woke up per usual to Chuuya not next to you. You let out a sigh of disappointment and stretched, then moving your feet to over the edge of the bed. You unplugged your phone from your charger and noticed a note and a red rose sitting on your nighstand.

You took the letter and read it, smiling in the end. The letter said:

'Dear (Name),

I'm sorry I can't be there to greet you in the morning. I promise I'll make it up to you next time with a bunch of presents, love, and kisses.

I love you.

Your husband, Chuuya.'

Though the letter was sweet, you couldn't help but frown in disappointment. That's what he would always say when you brought up the fact that he was never there for you. Pushing the thoughts down, you got up from bed and headed to your office to start working.

Usually you stayed home, due to the fact you were a stay-at-home wife, and partially of the fact you also worked from home. It was only those one times you went outside if you wanted to go shopping.

One work was finished, you went to the kitchen to make dinner and clean up around the penthouse. Once again, you ate dinner alone and left leftovers for Chuuya to eat once he got home. You then got ready for bed and got under the covers, bringing out your phone and began to wait till Chuuya came home.

Another hour passed, and Chuuya was still not home. You let out a sigh and laid sprawled out on the bed, starfish style. Bringing your arm up into the air, you stared at the hand with a ring wrapped around your ring finger. You chewed the inside of your cheek and rested that hand on your chest. You yearned for Chuuya's love, and missed him dearly.

Just then, the door to the bedroom unlocked, revealing the redhead who walked inside with a tired expression.

"Hey, Doll. I'm back." He greeted you with a smile.

"Welcome home." You replied and sat up.

After Chuuya was done with getting ready for bed, he got under the covers with you. Chuuya let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"I missed you." Chuuya told you.

You stayed quiet for a moment before responding. "I missed you to. But, you're not going to be here next to me when I wake up..."

Chuuya frowned. He felt a twinge of guilt in his heart and began to rub your back apologetically. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, (Name). You know how my boss is."

Suddenly, Chuuya heard sniffling. He watched you sit up from his arms and bury your face into your hands, beginning to cry. Chuuya felt his heart shatter to see you sobbing because of him. Chuuya sat up quickly and rubbed your back.

"(Name)?" He mumbled quietly, his soft voice laced with concern and worry. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-I'm sorry. It's just that— I miss you so much, Chuuya. I only see you one time a day because you always come late from work." You sobbed and wiped your tears. "But every time I stare at my ring, I have to keep reminding myself that I have a husband! But it feels like I don't, because you're never here!"

Chuuya didn't know how to reply, and only felt his guilt increase from hearing your pain and yearn for his love. Chuuya cupped your cheek, turning you face towards him. "(Name), I—"

"Am I pushing you away? Am I to clingy? Is that why you're spending so much time at work instead of at home with me? Your wife?" You interrupted Chuuya, sniffling again. "Is your job really more important than your wife? Do you still love me?"

Chuuya's eyes widened when he heard that last question. He quickly brought you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "No, I still love you! And you're not pushing me away, (Name)—"

Chuuya took a deep breath before continuing. "You're not pushing me away, love. I would never allow that to happen, because you're the most important woman in my life. I love you far to much to ever let you go. It's just... it's my job."

"But wouldn't Mori understand that you have a wife at home? You're not just some mindless pawn for his use! You're your own person, Chuuya!" You argued, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-No, I'm sorry. I understand that you're doing this for the both of us. I understand that you're working really hard to have a roof over our heads..."

"(N-Name), don't just brush if off like that," Chuuya stammered, cupping both of your cheeks. He let out a sigh before pressing a kiss against your lips. "I'll see what I can do, alright? Just... please don't cry. I can't bare to see you like this."

You nodded and laid back down in bed with Chuuya, wrapped in his arms. You sniffled again and wiped the left tears on your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red. "I'm sorry, Chuuya. I just don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I know, Doll. I understand where your pain is coming from, I really want to do something about it." Chuuya replied and brought your closer to him, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "I love you, (Name). Don't think to much about it, okay?"

You nodded once more. "I love you to, Chuuya."

The next morning, you stirred from your sleep, blinking your eyes awake and looked to your side. Frowning to see that Chuuya wasn't there, you got up and ran a hand over your face.

'Don't be such a bad wife, (Name). Chuuya is doing this for both you and him. At least appreciate what he's doing.' You told yourself and got up from bed, making your way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As soon as you left the bedroom, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, tingling your taste buds. You breathed in the smell, licking your lips as you approached the kitchen. You peaked around the corner, your eyes widening to see Chuuya standing at the stove with a apron that said 'Kiss The Cook.'

"Chuuya?"

Chuuya jolted and turned around, quickly turning off the stove and smiled at you warmly. "Morning, Doll."

You teared up, smiling as you ran towards Chuuya, crushing in a hug. "Agh! W-Why are you crying?" Chuuya frantically asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"N-No, it's happy tears, Chuuya! Happy tears!" You repeated, laughing at his misconception.

Chuuya smiled and cupped your cheeks, giving you a morning kiss. "You're such a crybaby." He teased and flicked your forehead.

You whined and held your forehead, pouting as you looked up at Chuuya. The two of you laughed it off in the end. Chuuya wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The two of you connected lips, the kiss strong, passionate, yet gentle at the same time.

After a few moments, the couple broke the kiss and smiled at each other. You rested your forehead against Chuuya's, eyes closed as the two of your soaked in the moment.

"I love you, Chuuya." You whispered.

"I love you to, (Name)." He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Soo... Kiss the Cook, eh?"

"Shut up!"

ENDING NOTE: i didn't want to make readers wife role seem to clingy, or to unappreciative. i hope i didn't make anybody upset with reader, tho.

luv u all! <3

-mai

[crackedpumpkin]

|| ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱ || ᴘᴛ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ||

a/n: Hello loves! So sorry I kept y'all waiting for part three, I hope you enjoy this! Just wanted to let y'all know that I'll be flying off to South Korea for a vacation, and will only be back on the 22nd of June so updates will be paused till then. I'll try to continue writing on my trip, but there are no guarantees I won't be too tired lolol. Love, pumpkin.

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Blackmail — The act of attempting to force someone to do something or give up something valuable by threatening negative consequences if they don’t, especially revealing negative information about them.

That's what the online dictionary says anyway, which is perfect! 

As such, it wouldn't be blackmail as much as it would be....persuasive negotiation. Which is the exact opposite of blackmail, which, again, is perfect! 

Yeah, you’re getting nowhere with this.

You stifle a defeated groan as you collapse onto the plush mattress of your bed, dragging your hands down your face. Your phone beeps with a message, startling you out of your thoughts.

Nicole [ 7.15 PM ]: Did you find what you were looking for?

Nicole [ 7.15 PM ]: ? 

Nicole [ 7.30 PM ]: Update me tomorrow.

Right. Nicole. Your hand falls limply to the side, fingers loosely gripping the device.

Crap. 

How would you explain it to her? She’s always been good at sniffing out your lies. To tell, or not to tell. That is the question. Maybe you should just pretend nothing happened. That’d be the only reasonable thing to do in this situation, right? 

But your art is at risk here. And if it’s anything you’ve learnt over your many years of living, it’s that you’re a stubborn bull that can’t back down once you’re set on something. And right now, you’re set on getting Spiderman to be your model. 

You might get your mojo back if you draw him enough times. Maybe your art block won’t be so constipated anymore, and perhaps you might even get into the art school you have your eye on.

And maybe, just maybe, you might catch the eye of the art scouts at the end-of-year exhibition.

So there’s no way you can afford to give this up. 

You’ll convince him. You have to.

— — — — — 

“So, why’d you ignore my messages yesterday?” 

You flinch away from the sudden hand on your shoulder, fingers decorated with rings glinting in the sun. Michael winces from where he’s standing opposite you, taking a long, slow sip of his juice box. 

You stammer out Nicole’s name in surprise, the girl in question looking at you with a raised brow and serious eyes. She scans your nervous smile and flushed cheeks, letting go of you with a nod. 

“You met him. How was it?”

Damn it.

“I didn’t end up meeting him,” You say with a defeated sigh, hoping it’s not excessive. Being under Nicole’s observant gaze is one of the scariest experiences in the world, with pigeons in close proximity a close second. 

“Okay,” Her dubious tone gives you a slight sense of hope, only for your heart to drop at her next question. “So, why’d you ask me for Miles’s photo?”

“I, uh, ran into him and thought he looked familiar. So, I asked for his picture to double check,” You admit, hoping the truth mixed into some lies would be enough to convince her. 

“Right…What’s your impression of him, then?”

“Cute?” You blurt out without thinking, recalling the framed picture of his young self with his parents on the small table.

“You think he’s cute?”

“M-maybe?” You try, but it clicks once you see the disgust in her eyes. “Yes! I do, in fact, find him very attractive. One might even say that he is now my…crush?” 

You pray she doesn’t notice the underlying wince in your words. Nicole shudders, taking a small step away from you. “You need to get your eyes checked or something. I’ve known the guy since we were in diapers, and trust me when I say that he’s nothing but trouble.”

“I won’t do anything, I promise. Besides, I’m sure the crush is just temporary. It’ll blow over before you even know it!” Mainly because you don’t have a crush on the guy in the first place. But you do need to figure out a way to trap him to persuade him into being your model.

“Wait, you met Miles?”

“Why’re you glossing over the fact that she likes him?” Nicole says incredulously, gesturing to you with wide eyes. It’s probably the most expressive you’ve ever seen her, save for the time you invited them to go cafe hopping with you on a sweltering Monday. 

You’d never heard so many variations of curses before, all of which Nicole unintentionally introduced you to. Since then, you’ve learnt to only hang out on cooler days with better weather and cafes within walking distance.

“So?” Michael shrugs nonchalantly, but the amused smile on his lips suggests otherwise. “Why are you so affected?”

“Because it’s my best friend liking Miles Morales - the guy I’ve known since we were babies. He’s not good enough for her.” Nicole decides with a frown. You turn to her, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes as you place your hands on your heart.

“I’m your best friend?” Nicole rolls her eyes at your words, crossing her arms. “You can drop from that tier anytime, so you better watch out.” She replies simply with a halfhearted glare, but her words have no bite to them. Her ears are tinted red.

“Aww,” You coo, throwing your arms around the girl who baulks in surprise, almost falling to the ground had you not steadied both of you. She wriggles under your tight hug, giving up quickly with a groan. 

“Let me get in on that, chicas-” Michael is cut off when you kick his ankle, biting back a pained cry while you continue to hug Nicole, who has a satisfied smirk at your action. “Good job.” She pats your arm, and you reluctantly let go, dramatically wiping the tears away.

At least you succeeded in distracting her.

The rest of the day practically flies by, your body on autopilot and going through the motions of taking out your textbooks and doodling on them. Math, Science, and History were all meaningless in your eyes as you tried to make another plan to meet him. The past three attempts had shown you exactly how difficult it was to meet with the hero, much less alone. 

You’re not one to give up, though. You stare down at the piece of paper filled with doodles and scribbled words — an outline of a plan, circling Spiderman’s name in red. 

Okay, let’s try this again. 

Attempt #1: Meet Him At The Park - The Friendly Way.

You take a tentative glance around. Good, No dogs are in sight. You look over to the park's far end, where you had set up a sign saying that dog treats were being given out for free if they assembled there.

Sometimes, lying is an essential means of survival. Another quick scan of your surroundings confirms that no one is in the path of the taco truck, and feeling only slightly guilty when you spot the owner’s surprised expression, wondering why his usual customers aren’t present. 

However, you try not to linger on that, choosing to double-check if everything you need is on you.

Phone? Check. Earbuds? Check. Wallet? Check. Spiderman?

You grin once you spot the masked hero landing in front of the taco truck, right on schedule. 

Check. 

Standing up, you slowly make your way over, giving him time to place his order. Every step is light, your heart oddly calm as you approach him. Yeah. You got this. It’s just getting him to agree that’s the hard part.

Okay. You got this. Play it cool.

Walking up to the taco truck, you clear your throat, propping your elbow onto the small metal platform near the baskets of condiments. You casually glance at him, scanning his suit from head to toe before meeting his eyes.

“Hey.” 

“Hey,” he replies slowly with a slight tilt of his head, surprised by your sudden presence. He taps his fingers against the cold metal of the taco truck in a steady rhythm. You take a slow breath. You can take your time. It’s just a boy under the mask, after all.

“So, how’s being Spiderman going?” You ask absentmindedly, looking down at your nails and only now noticing that you’re in desperate need of a manicure. 

“It’s going good. And you?”

“Could be better.”

“That doesn’t sound good. Is it anything your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman can help with?” His words are filled with worry, now giving you his full attention.

Got him.

“Well…” You trail off, barely managing to hide the excitement in your eyes and voice. Now’s the time to approach him carefully. If you’re careless, you could lose one of the few opportunities to get him to be your muse. 

“Uh-huh?” He grabs the paper bag of tacos the owner hands him, handing him a crumpled bill from a hidden pocket in his suit with a quick nod of thanks in one smooth movement. However, he hears a slight commotion a short distance away, eyes narrowing as he tries to determine the source.

“I’m an art student, and I need a muse,” You continue, encouraged by his questioning hum and failing to notice the way his gaze is focused on something happening behind you. “So I was thinking-”

“Right, uh, miss. You seem like an absolutely wonderful lady. I’m so sorry, but we’ll have to continue this conversation another day. Duty’s kinda calling right now. I’ll pass by the basketball court tomorrow, and you can ask me your question there?” You can’t tell if he’s smiling, grinning, or even scowling under the mask. But it didn’t exactly sound hostile, so that’s that you suppose.

“Meet me at the sub shop on Fifth Avenue, two lefts after the huge statue and a right at the Lego store. Two-thirty P.M.,” You reply immediately. Why Mr Perez’s shop, in particular, you didn’t know. But you’re not about to chase after his ass again after the last few times. Not a chance in hell.

He agrees with a quick but apologetic nod, already swinging off with his paper bag of tacos and heading toward the angry horde of dog parents around the sign you placed earlier. You watch him land before them, trying to calm the group down.

Well, at least you got an appointment with him tomorrow. The problem now is how to make sure he accepts. Plus, him constantly running off isn’t the most ideal scenario in your situation.

So, you have to make sure he stays put.

You walk off, heading to the sub shop with the beginnings of an idea. (While simultaneously forgetting about the horde of dog parents who’re growing increasingly angrier from the absence of promised dog treats).

— — — — — 

“Mr Perez, nice shirt! Did you separate the whites from the colours? It looks so clean!” You greet as soon as you walk in, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent of pickle brine. The store is relatively empty, the last customer leaving through the door just as you walked in. 

The store owner walks to the glass door, flipping the sign around to read Closed. He sends you a wary glance, walking back behind the counter to start cleaning up while you lean against the glass display case.

“What do you want?”

“Who said I wanted anything?” 

“You only compliment my laundry when you want something.” It’s true. You do tend to do that. You suppose it’s time to be rid of the habit. But not today, for you have much more important goals to pursue. 

“Okay. I need to borrow the storeroom for, like, a couple of hours tomorrow afternoon. No disturbances, complete privacy. Not even Didi is allowed in.” You get straight to the point, not bothering to beat around the bush.

“...Are you doing drugs?”

“That’s gross. And unsanitary. If I were doing drugs, I’d do it in the Science lab at school.” You point out, scrunching your nose in disgust. 

“Are you smoking? Vaping?”

“No, and no. C’mon, Mr Perez, I thought you knew me better than that!” You huff, though you know that he’s just joking from the amused twinkle in his eyes. 

“Fine. Just give me the signal. Besides, Didi’s at preschool tomorrow till five.” He says simply, wiping down his workstation with a clean cloth. 

“Really? No takebacks!” You say with an exaggerated gasp, not expecting him to actually agree. The bright smile on your face makes him chuckle, shaking his head fondly as he washes up the kitchen knives in the sink. 

“What time will you be coming?”

“Two-thirty. Remember, you promised no questions asked!” You call out over your shoulder as you exit while raising your hand in a quick salute. You saunter on home with your hands in your pockets, chest swelling with pride that you got a guaranteed meeting with the very boy you’ve been trying to convince to be your muse. 

You’ve definitely got this.

— — — — — 

Attempt #2: Kidnap Meet Him At The Sub Store - The Friendly Way.

Two-fifteen P.M.

You glance over at the IKEA clock hanging from the wall opposite you in the storeroom, tying the string securely around the metal shelf. Taking a step back, you survey the setup, scanning it for flaws in your otherwise perfect plan.

You arrange the chair to sit behind a wobbly table that’s about to break any day now due to countless playtimes with Didi’s mischievous ideas. (And maybe some of your own, but Mr Perez doesn’t need to know that.)

The bright light in the slightly cramped storeroom only adds to the ambience (of what, you don’t really know yourself). The punching bag hanging in the corner of the room is definitely no cause for concern. Maybe he’d think that you’re really into exercise. All that’s left is for Spiderman to get caught in your perfect trap. You’re pretty sure he won’t get hurt in the process. 

The only thing left now is to wait. You head out into the front of the store, waving Spiderman over as soon as you see him enter. He follows with a skip in his step, only to slow down when you guide him into the storeroom. 

“Uh…This is new, even for me.” He comments, looking around at the stacked boxes and metal shelves, unsure of what to make of this sudden change in vibe. You gesture at the chair, closing the door behind you. 

“Sorry, I just needed a place away from prying eyes.” You sigh, discreetly watching him take a seat. He does so without hesitation, and you immediately grab the end of the string that’s hooked onto the metal shelf, using all of your strength (and the help of a pulley) to yank it. 

Spiderman yelps, dangling from the ceiling by a tightly secured string around his ankle. “What the-? You said you needed help!” 

“And I do!” You reply, a tinge of desperation in your words. “Just…just hang on.” You breathe out, taking the frying pan on the shelf next to you after securing the string and leaving him dangling still. You approach him, Spiderman failing to notice, too preoccupied with trying to escape.

“Michael better be right about this,” You mumble under your breath, taking a quick swing and hitting the spot on his head that Michael promised would knock anyone out instantly. Spiderman’s eyes close, his cry of protest cut off as his hands fall limply to his sides. 

“Oh.” You stare down at him, squatting down and reaching your hand out to gently massage the spot where you hit him with a guilty smile. You hadn’t expected it to actually work. “Sorry, Morales. My goals aren’t to harm you, promise.”

Standing back up with a wince, you can feel the joints in your body popping from the sudden stretch. You never really bothered with exercise, categorizing your sketching and painting as such.

You huff, grabbing his arms and pulling him across the room after untying him from the string around his ankle. “But one of them might be to start working out,” You say through gritted teeth, finally reaching the punching bag. You take a deep breath, doing your best to pick him up and hold him against it while you tie him up.

“No-” Your muffled cry is cut short when your arms give out, and you fall onto your back with the unconscious hero lying on top of you. You groan, pushing him off you, eyeing the punching bag with distaste.

Another repeated attempt ends in the same result, and your back starts to ache from the impact of the hard surface against your back. You see him starting to stir, your eyes widening in panic, instinctively grabbing the frying pan and hitting him again. He falls back to the floor with a hushed groan while you breathe a sigh of relief.

You stand back up, eyeing the punching bag, before an idea hits you. 

Finally, you sit in the chair in front of the punching bag, taking out your sketchbook from the bag you'd placed on one of the shelves this afternoon and beginning to sketch him leisurely. You spot him slowly blinking, regaining his consciousness as he realises that he’s tied up.

"So..." You drawl, leaning back in your seat with a lazy grin. The city's local hero, Spiderman, dangles upside down in your trap. You actually did it. You got him to stay put.

He struggles to get free from the tightly bound ropes, almost tugging off his mask in the process before giving up seconds after. “Not again…” You hear him groan in defeat, looking back up at you with a deadpan stare.

"I have to admit, I love the new suit." You comment, grabbing a pencil and doing a quick sketch, ignoring his earlier words.

"What do you want from me?"

You pause, looking up from your sketchbook. "You sound pretty young to be a hero." You purse your lips, trying to guess his age.

"W-what? No, I don't." His voice turns gruff, and you chuckle from how obvious he was forcing it to be.

"I don't really want much. Just to draw you is all." You hum, flipping a page and letting pencil meet paper.

"What?"

You don't respond, eyes trained on sketching the dimensions of his midnight black suit. "I like the spray paint."

"Thanks," He's surprised by your comment, hands still furiously working to free himself. 

"Aren't you a villain?" He questions, unable to hold back his curiosity. You weren't really doing anything to him either, not like the muggers or robbers that roam the streets at night.

You were just... drawing him.

"I just thought the suit was cool." You respond simply with a shrug, looking straight at the white material on his mask that hides his eyes.

He flinches, surprised by the sudden eye contact. "And you trapped me because...?"

"I wanted to draw it."

"You could've just asked."

"I tried. You weren't really paying attention, or you weren’t available. Hero duties and all, remember? "

Now that you mentioned it, the hero does remember you from the mugging and the excuses he’d made, shrugging sheepishly in response. 

"Oh. My bad."

The corner of your lips tugs upwards into a slight smile. At least he has the common decency to admit it.

"Could you untie me, though? It's getting a little uncomfortable." He voices out, fingers still trying to wriggle free.

"Sure, but I'll need something in exchange."

He sighs. Of course, you did. People always wanted something from him as Spiderman, be it a photo or to gain clout.

"What is it?" He's wary now.

You grin, hands closing the sketchbook with a loud snap as you place your pencil on your chair, getting up.

"That's easy," You walk towards him with ease, eyes filled with certainty. You're inches away from his upside-down figure, leaning in slightly until your lips are next to where his ear would be under the mask.

"Be my model, Miles Morales.”

He stills at the mention of his name. “Wh-what? I don’t know who this Miles guy is, but I’m obviously not him.” He laughs nervously, shaking his head.

You can practically see the waves of panic flooding through his mind. “You just changed the pitch of your voice,” You point out casually instead, leaning back against the wall with a smirk, your hands in your pockets.

“I’m telling you, I’m not this Miles guy you think I am. Though I’m very sure he may be cool enough to be Spiderman, I am not him.” He almost trips over his words, flinching when you move your hand close to his mask.

“Then I guess you won’t mind if I take this off?” You hum, spotting him trying to use his electric powers to break free. “Don’t bother. The strings are made out of insulated material.”

He flinches away from your fingers brushing against the side of his face, his eyes meeting yours and knowing he’s already lost this battle. “Fine.” He surrenders, his eyes narrowed into a hostile glare directed at you.

“Don’t be like that,” You chide, sitting cross-legged in front of him with a disapproving shake of your head. “Besides, I’m just here to make a deal with you.” 

“Is this about the model thing?”

“Yeap,” You confirm, popping the ‘p’. “Here’s all I’m asking. Let me meet up with you twice a week. I’ll even pay you ten bucks per session. All you gotta do is sit there.” The intensity of his glare lessens somewhat, though you can still sense his wariness. Makes sense, though, considering you’ve just essentially ensured he can’t say no. Besides, your terms and conditions aren’t half bad either.

You wait patiently for his response, giving him time to mull over it. 

“Deal. Now let me go.” 

“Uh-uh, not just yet,” You tut, moving over to your bag, grabbing the makeshift contract you drafted last night, and showing it to him with a triumphant grin. “I even added two different lines for both of your signatures. Spiderman’s and Miles Morales.” 

He rolls his eyes, and you take that as a good sign, cutting him loose. He falls gracefully to the floor, landing in a perfect superhero pose. You applaud, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for staying calm throughout the entire exchange. He takes the pen you hand to him, scrawling his name on the dotted line. You smile widely and keep the contract back in your bag, practically on cloud nine with this accomplishment.

Unfortunately, the euphoria makes you forget you’re still in a cramped storeroom.

Wincing when your elbow knocks against a loosely stacked box, you and Spiderman watch it slowly topple on its side, landing on the floor with a loud bang before looking at each other with wide eyes. 

Okay, so maybe you don’t got this as much as you thought.

You freeze when the door opens, looking behind you to see Mr Perez with his hand on the doorknob. His eyes flit from you to Spiderman, his gaze settling on the open box on the ground with vegetables spilling out of it before looking back at you with furrowed brows.

As soon as your eyes meet, you smile sheepishly. 

“I’ll babysit on Friday.”

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taglist: (definitely not because I forgot I said I'd tag people lol)

@oh-kurva @brunnetteiwik @queerponcho @sleepingnova @1theestallionyas

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Happy day 5 of a steddie Halloween, changing gears a little bit.

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Eddie and steve had been secretly dating for the last year, and Eddie couldn’t be happier. Steve would sleep over most nights at his trailer, Wayne welcomed him with open arms.

Wayne and Eddie have always been close, Eddie told him everything. One night last year, Eddie had come home and Wayne was sitting on the living room couch. Eddie felt like throwing up from the anxiety as he walked past him to his room, dropping his bag and shoes off in the messy place he called home.

He took a deep breath and walked back out, standing in front of Wayne and the coffee table.

He couldn’t look up and meet Wayne’s concerned eyes, the shitty carpet in the trailer now growing more interesting with every passing second. The silence becoming painful and the awkward tension getting worse as Eddie frantically tried to find the words in his head.

Wayne cleared his throat saying a cautious “you alright, Eddie?” Which Eddie nodded in response. He slowly spoke, each word feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds and like they were clawing into his throat begging to stay there, hidden.

“I… I uh- so there is this guy?” He said, almost like a question at the end, immediately mentally scolding himself for the immature start.

“So there’s this guy. His name is Steve. I’m going to bring him over tomorrow.” Eddie said in a rushed voice, taking a deep breath, looking up and attempting to seem confident.

“I think I really like him Wayne…” his eyes locking into Wayne’s as he tried to detect any emotion at all. Wayne stood up and walked over to Eddie, just enveloping him in a warm, long hug. Eddie felt tears in his eyes as he realized that he wasn’t mad. Wasn’t scared. Just wanted Eddie to know he supported him. Wayne wasn’t great with sappy emotional things, this is one of the only times he has hugged Eddie since he moved in with him when his mom died.

“I love ya Eddie, and I’m sure Steve is a great guy. Now I know a lot of people might not agree with ya. So maybe keep it between the three of us for now?” Wayne said stepping back, looking away and wiping his eyes. “I uh- I just want you to know I will support you in anything and whatever you like or decide to do with your life.” Eddie could feel his own eyes starting to water as he nodded again, looking up with a heartfelt smile, and said an exasperated, “thanks Wayne.” He didn’t realize he was holding his breath till now.

“What’re you watching?” Eddie said, making his way to the couch. Trying to break out of the sappy conversation that made them both unsure of how to move forward. He sat down and listened as Wayne told him what it was and they watched together, a peaceful acceptance washing over the space. Eddie smiled as he knew this was a good place for Steve to feel welcome.

Eddie quickly made his way through the aisles picking up a few things Wayne had asked and some Halloween candy for Steve. He thanks the check out lady, giving her a warm smile and saying a cheerful, “happy Halloween!” And rushed to throw the bags in his car.

Steve was waiting for him back at the trailer and Eddie hated being away from him. He drove the agonizingly slow speed limit through town and to the trailer park. When he got home he saw Steve’s BMW in the driveway and Eddie thought for a moment as he pulled the keys out of the ignition. This is a true home. I might not have money, but I sure am rich.

He grabbed the bags out of the passenger seat and hurriedly walked to the door, fumbling with the handle and the screen door as he tried to open it. Which Wayne beat him to it, thanking him and grabbing the bags from his hands. “Alright, thanks Eddie. Steve’s been in your guys room for a minute.” Eddie smiled at him, and started to walk away, turning back as he realized he forgot Steve’s candy.

“Oh hang on. I need to grab something from one of those.” Eddie backtracked to the kitchen where Wayne had set the bags on the counter, taking stuff out to make dinner for the family. Eddie saw the orange and black detailing in the bag and yanked it out, the bag crunching and crinkling as he did.

“You want any?” He asked Wayne who shook his head no and let out a “probably later.”

Eddie walked through the trailer, down the small hallway and into his room, saying a loud, “I’m home with the good stuff!” As he burst through the door, eyes searching for his boyfriend. Who, Eddie assumed, was the lump under the blankets on his bed. He heard a small groan come from the mass, and he laughed, his head falling back as he stepped inside and shut the door. “What’re you doing down there?” He set the candy down as he crawled over trying to find where Steve’s face was so he could give him a big kiss and tell him he missed him.

“Where are you in this mess?” He said as he pulled the blanket revealing Steve’s feet by the pillows. He let out another loud chuckle as he turned to the end of the bed, slowly and carefully pulling the blanket back. Revealing a very slumped and pale looking Steve. Eddie felt his heart drop as he sat up straighter, and the words fell out faster than he could think them. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Steve shook his head no, trying to sit up but failing just giving in to his new life. He let out a mumbled and slurred voice that Eddie tried to debunk, but didn’t have much luck.

Steve peeled his eyes open, making Eddie gasp as he realized they were redder than red.

“What the fuck-“ Eddie quickly turned around and saw the wrapper on the ground that he had blissfully looked past when he came in.

It was the wrapper of a special homemade brownie that Jeff had given him a couple days ago. He felt his heart sink as he realized he may have just drugged his boyfriend.

“Steve….” Eddie said turning around to see a very out of it Steve trying to move in any way. Eddie knew what he was going through. He’s been there himself before. “Okay you need water.” Eddie rushed to the kitchen grabbing a glass of water and some crackers, stopping for just a second to tell Wayne what happened, knowing that some dinner would help sober him up.

He got back into the room ti see Steve standing up, swaying, looking at eddies guitar that was hanging up, giggling to himself.

“Oh god-“ Eddie said as he ran over and set the glass of water down on his small desk, and guided Steve back to the bed, helping him sit down. He passed the water to him and Steve looked at him like he was crazy. “What am I supposed to do with that?”

Eddie sighed and tried to hold back laughter as he said “just try to drink it okay.” Eddie watched as Steve spilled water past his lips on his chin and let out another innocent giggle. He watched as Steve let his head fall foward, lips both in the cup, blowing little bubble into the water as he leaned it forward. “Oh my god - okay-“ Eddie said taking the glass and putting it on the floor away from the bed. “Hey!” Steve said in a whiney voice.

“Give that back I was a fish.” He threw his hands up as he threw himself backwards onto the bed.

Eddie laughed and tried to keep himself contained as he looked over at Steve, mustering up his most easy going, softest voice he could muster.

“Hey Steve?”

Steve looked up from the bed, “yeah?” He said, trying to look at him through nearly closed, glassy eyes.

Eddie continued, “why did you eat that brownie?”

“Because I wanted chocolate and it was right there. And you were taking too long with the candy.” Steve said in a know it all tone, letting this head fall back on the bed again as he finished. Then sitting up again, his voice cracking as he asked “who made them anyways, they’re really good and I think I want more.”

Eddie shook his head and laughed again, “no, no, trust me- you don’t.”

“Why not???” Steve asked with a frown, head falling back again on the bed. “Are you punishing me for eating your treat. That’s fine. Whatever.” Steve said as he rolled off the bed. “Wayne would share with me.” He said as he tried to stand from the floor stumbling as he did.

“Take it easy Steve.“ he said standing up and giving Steve an arm to grab ahold of to help him balance. “That brownie… had pot in it. It was a special brownie.”

Steve turned to look at Eddie, and let out a long “ohhhh.” And giggled to himself as he started for the door, “oops” he giggled again, and gripped the doorknob, twisting it and pulling the door open.

Eddie tried to guide Steve as he stumbled out into the living room, and sat on the couch. “You’d share your brownies with me right Wayne?” He asked looking over through glazed over eyes.

Wayne laughed and nodded, stirring the pot as he did.

“You’re going to be in for a hard morning, Harrington.” Eddie said as he grabbed the remote next to him, turning on the tv for Steve. He quickly grabbed the water from his room and came back sitting down next to him.

If he thought a hang over was bad… he’s going to love this.

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[21wanderer]

Wanted!

Body a day - #23: Want

Stefan had been on the run for three days, he was wanted, and it was beginning to tear on him - always being on guard, always keep moving, always trying to stay three moves ahead. When he received a phone call from his companion, Filip, he began to feel hopeful. After a few minutes of talking, Filip asked him; ”do you trust me?”

- “Yes,” Stefan replied tonelessly.

- “Okay, then meet me at the old brickworks tomorrow morning. Until then, keep a low profile.”

- “What do you think I’ve been doing?” Stefan snarled only to discover that Filip already hung up. The old brickworks was located several towns over, but Stefan knew where it was, it closed years ago, the buildings and ground abandoned and falling into disrepair. A good hiding spot, if a tad obvious. Nevertheless he needed to make his way there, unseen.

It was a cold night, but Stefan survived, he just had to wait till daybreak, then hopefully Filip would come to his aid. As dawn broke, Stefan began to scout from his hiding spot every now and then, he just needed Filip to turn up. He wouldn’t risk calling him again, all he could do was wait.

In the distance Stefan heard an engine or possibly two approaching the quiet grounds. Then the noise disappeared, he assumed that was Filip, who had come to his rescue. From his cover Stefan tried to scout to see, who had come to this dump. But it wasn’t Filip.

It was a police officer, and he was looking directly at Stefan. Stefan froze, he couldn’t move, he realised that Filip had betrayed him, handed him over to the police. The police officer approached him, Stefan got up not breaking eye-contact. Now was the ’fight-or-flight’-moment, but before even considering his options, the officer stood only a few meters from him and had taken off his helmet, and with a firm voice he said: “You are under arrest, we have the area surrounded. You might as well come along willingly.” This was the end.

The police officer then burst into laughter, and Stefan was as confused as he was dumbstruck. “Stefan, it’s me, Filip,” the officer laughed at Stefan’s shocked face. “Filip? But how-” before Stefan could finish the sentence, the officer raised his hand to his head. With the hand he pushed his forehead backwards causing the officer’s face to distort as his mouth widened grotesquely as another head emerged from the gaping maw.

”It really is you?!” Stefan exclaimed, he was astonished, seeing him here, in a genuine police uniform and what appeared to be an ultra-realistic mask flopping around his neck.

“Sure is,” Filip grinned, enjoying the look of utter disbelief on Stefan’s face, “but when I’m wearing this, I go by the name of Officer Marcel Kowalski.”

“I have a colleague, who is very eager to meet you, waiting outside,” Filip continued, smirking and winked as they walked towards the road.

“You got a disguise for me too?” Stefan asked, believing he had guessed what Filip meant with that remark.

“Of course, I told you to trust me, I originally thought of giving you Kowalski here, but then I decided to make another for you.”

Make another? Stefan wondered.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. Right now we got to go back to the station,” Filip said and pulled Kowalski’s face back over his own, bringing the officer back to life.

“The station!?” Stefan exclaimed.

“Calm down, nobody is going to recognise you, not when you’re Officer Tomasz Kubik,” ‘Kowalski’ explained with his authoritative voice. Once outside the brickworks, ‘Kowalski’ pointed towards two police motorcycles parked by the road.

There was another police officer, or at least something, that used to be one. Tomasz Kubik laid across his motorcycle like a deflated balloon, his head seemingly squashed under the weight of the helmet. Stefan looked from Kowalski to the skinned man on the motorcycle with undeniable fascination.

- “So you want me to become a cop?”

- “For the time being... You know you want this.”

Stefan couldn’t deny he was excited, actually very eager.

”I think he’s about your size, he's going to look good on you,” said Filip, pulling off the ex-officer’s helmet and holding up the amorphous head for Stefan to see. It was just a lifeless mask now, with empty eye-sockets and floppy facial features. Together they began to undress the officer, then Stefan dragged him into the bushes and began pulling on the skin. It was warm and squishy inside, but still very tight. Slowly and steadily, Stefan managed to wiggle into Kubik’s body. As Stefan’s body fitted into the officer’s body, he could feel the suit bind to his skin, becoming alive again. “I’m done,” Stefan called out from the bushes, when he had successfully pulled on the entirety of Kubik’s skin, but the head.

Filip/Kowalski nodded satisfyingly; “go on then, put on the face.” Stefan grabbed the edges of Kubik’s mouth around his neck, then with one final stretch, he let Kubik’s face swallow him, pushing the face into place, before opening his eyes, for the first time seeing the world as Officer Tomasz Kubik.

- “I could get used to this,” Stefan said with his new and unfamiliar voice.

- “Good, then it wasn’t a complete waste of time then. Let’s get you back in your uniform, Tomasz.”

‘Kowalski’ threw some of Kubik’s clothes to his friend, then he walked over to the pile of Stefan’s discarded clothes, emptying the pockets, folding them neatly, before igniting them with a lighter. Stefan saw his old clothes and life burn, but he didn’t care, he wanted this more.

With great enthusiasm Stefan began to pull on Kubik’s uniform, he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this. He pulled on Kubik’s leather pants, threw on his thick police leather jacket, and stepped into the officer's heavy motorcycle boots and secured his belt around his waist. It was a perfect fit. Stefan was now Officer Tomasz Kubik and Filip, Officer Marcel Kowalski.

Kowalski disposed of the remains of the burnt clothes, whilst the new Kubik admired his face on his motorcycle’s side-view mirror. He certainly looked good in uniform. Kowalski returned and the two leather-clad ’officers’ mounted their bikes.

”Remember, we are law-abiding citizens for the time being.” said 'officer Kowalski' jokingly.

”Actually we are law-enforcing citizens,” 'officer Kubik' replied with a devilish grin.

Hiding right under the police’s nose might be his best option for now, it might even be fun, but one thing was for sure, Stefan didn’t mind having ’police on his back’ for the time being.

[milaisreading]

Hi author it's me again, hehehe, anyways can I request for a scenario where the manager agreed to a date with Oliver Aiku after he begged her and it was caught by the paparazzi but due to the incidents with itoshi sae the boys didn't react that much to it, until when they asked her about it on a video call and she accidentally said how she enjoyed the date Oliver took her to? thank you so much and I really love your writing

Author: Here it is! It's not really the best thing I came up with, but it was the only thing I could really think of😅 thanks for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Don't you look cute for our date today?" Oliver teased, putting a lot of emphasis on the word 'date', grinning as (Y/n) finally arrived at Shibuya's main station. The girl blushed as she looked down at her clothes, which she will admit were a little bit too much for how she usually dresses, but it was Isabella's fault! She didn't let her leave the house till she got dressed up properly. Thankfully none of the dresses Isabella wanted to dress her in were suitable for Tokyo's winter weather. The girl shook her head and looked back at Oliver, who had a smirk on his face and held his hand out for her.

"Shall we?"

"Fine...let's get this done with." (Y/n) sighed and took his hand. Oliver chuckled as he led her through the crowd.

"You act like it's a chore."

"Well, I am on this date because you wouldn't stop asking for a week."

The girl rolled her eyes as Oliver shook his head.

"Technicalities."

What (Y/n) said was true, Oliver was by the end of last week basically on the floor asking her to go to the Christmas market in Roppongi. The scene caused a lot of attention from the staff, so in order to not get more embarrassed she agreed. So this si why she found herself here, in the Shibuya station waiting for their designated ride.

'Why is he insistent on holding my hand? It's not like I will run away.' (Y/n) thought as the boy held her hand tightly, she then looked up at his face, surprised to see how red his cheeks were.

'Maybe he is just cold.' The girl rolled her eyes, remembering how Isabella kept on telling her how red cheeks are always a sign of some sort of affection being present.

'Yeah right... he will probably move on with the next girl he sees as soon as this date is over.' (Y/n) felt a wave of sadness hit her as she thought of that, but she knew she shouldn't feel like that. It's Oliver Aiku after all. Soon the subway arrived and the two walked inside. Oliver sent (Y/n) a few glances here and there, his face heating more up than it already did.

'She is so beautiful... the most beautiful girl I ever saw. I still can't believe she agreed on the date. This is such a great day!' Oliver smiled as (Y/n) looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Everything alright?"

"Perfect, actually."

'Oooh! So pretty! And it smells great too!' (Y/n) thought as she looked at the various food stands, souvenir shops, games, decorations and so much more. Oliver looked down at her and felt his heart stop for a moment, the genuine excitement in her eyes and the smile on her face really made it difficult for him to breath.

'Adorable! I think I fell in love!'

"S-should we go and look at the decorations? There are even designated spots where you can take pictures." Oliver said nervously, gripping tightly on her hand.

"Sure! But, you can let go of my hand."

"Huh? Why?" Oliver asked in panic as they walked through the market.

"You know... you don't have to try hard. I know that tomorrow you will forget about the date and move on. So don't try hard-"

"Wait? Yoh think I am not sincere with my intentions?" Oliver stopped in his tracks, causing (Y/n) to stop too and look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oliver, let's be honest with this. With the type of history you have, you can't expect me to-"

"I know, but... but I am honest with my intentions here. It might sound as a cliché romcom movie, but you are the first girl I have genuine interest in and..." Oliver took a deep breath and pulled (Y/n) to the less bossier part of the road. The girl looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, noticing some frustration and embarrassment on his face as he spoke next.

"I... I am willing to prove it to you. You don't have to believe me right this instant or even in a year if you don't feel like it, but when I said that I like you, that was sincere." (Y/n)'s eyes widened at the honesty in his words as she kept quiet. Oliver grew more nervous and flustered at the silence and felt like dying at the moment.

'Maybe I should have said something else, but around her I can't form anything more coherent!'

"I... alright." (Y/n) spoke up as Oliver looked up from his feet to face a equally flustered girl.

"What?"

"I... I will believe you this one. If you say you are honest with your feelings, then I will believe you and give you a chance to prove it. Just... please if you change your mind, tell me-"

"Thank you!" Oliver grinned, now holding both his hands gently in his.

"I swear I will make it all worth it." (Y/n) felt her face heat up even more at the look he was giving her and how he was holding her hands.

"So, should we see the decorations now? I know the perfect spot for you to take pictures!" Oliver suggested and (Y/n) nodded her head. They resumed walking with the football player still holding her hand.

'This feels nice.' Oliver thought and for a moment felt at peace, but then he felt her grip back onto his hand. Excitement took over his body and he held back a grin as he looked down at (Y/n), who was avoiding his gaze.

'Blissful!'

The day went on as normally as it could, with the duo enjoying the attractions the market had to offer. All the decorations, games, food and so much more tired them both out and they were now sitting in a nearby café, eating lunch and drinking some hot beverages. (Y/n), much to her surprise enjoyed the day, Oliver was being kind and acting like a real gentleman. She was kind of happy for agreeing on the date.

'This is so embarrassing.' (Y/n) gulped as she remembered a small item in her purse.

"Here." Oliver said as he put a bag filled with candy in front of her.

"Hm? What is this for?"

"You said your nephew likes Christmas candy a lot, so I got these."

"Y-you remembered me say that?" (Y/n) asked in shock, she only mentioned it once to Chigiri... and even that was 2 weeks ago.

'How did he remember it... I didn't even know he heard it with the distance back then.'

"You would be surprised how much I remember when it comes to you." Oliver winked, causing (Y/n) to get even more flustered.

'He is so...' She bit back the inside of her cheek as her heart started to beat faster.

The next day (Y/n) was still in a trance from the date. She had conflicting emotions as Isabella showed her the picture someone took of her and Oliver as they were on their way to the café. (Y/n) had to use up all her mental strength to stop her brother from chasing after Oliver. Thankfully her dad wasn't home that morning so she had one less person to deal with.

'This is unbearable... just like that time when people caught Sae-san and I in Spain... tho that was more embarrassing.' (Y/n) facepalmed as she walked back into her room, ignoring her brother's complains and Isabella's gushing over how Oliver and her look good.

"He is too old for her, Isabella!"

"He is 19!"

"...you sure?"

"Don't be mean!"

Sighing, (Y/n) picked up her phone as she heard it ring.

"Hello, Reo?" (Y/n) asked as her phone showed his and Nagi's faces.

"(Y/n), when is your break over?" Nagi asked as the purple-haired boy shushed him.

"Ha? Next week, actually. How is it going in the building? Are you all listening to the substitute manager?" She asked, raising her eyebrow as the two nodded their heads.

"Yeah, don't worry about the old man. We are under Ego-san's surveillance after all." Nagi said nonchalantly.

"We saw that picture someone took of you and Aiku, must suck to have been caught like that off guard." Reo commented, thinking it was a mistake or the situation was taken out of context.

"What were you even doing in Roppongi to meet him there?"

"Ah that? We were out on a date." (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders asbthe line grew quiet and (Y/n) saw their faces pale.

"You..you went willingly on a date..."

"With Oliver Aiku?!" Reo and Nagi asked and (Y/n) heard something crash on the other side.

"What?!" Bachira's voice was heard.

"Yeah, he kept on asking me out last week so I just agreed. Although, I don't really regret it."

"What?!" Nagi asked as Reo's jaw just kept on opening wider.

"Yeah... it was quite fun. I hope he asks again-"

"(Y/n)! We need to talk about you dating anyone! What's Oliver's address? I just want to talk to him." Her brother said from the other side and the girl blushed in embarrassment.

"Sorry you two, see you in a week!" She said quickly and ended the call, ignoring all the protests from the duo.

"What now? (Y/n) can't be falling for Aiku of all people." Nagi cringed as Reo held Bachira back.

"We need to talk with the others. Bachira, can you calm down? Killing him isn't a solution!"

"You are right. It's not a solution, it's the only solution! Let me go!"

Nagi facepalmed, but was tempted to tell Reo to let Bachira go.

'It's just a murder charge, anyways.'

[mariaace]

Loving you was a loosing game...

Angst collab with @saelique ༊࿐

A/n:Hey lovesss!! This is my work for Cinna's angst collab with Reo Mikage<33 i hope you all enjoy and go check out her collab💜

Genre:angst/no comfort Pairing:Reo Mikage Type:one shot

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Did you know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Reo? Yes. Or at least that's what you thought. You knew about your boyfriend's love towards his best friend amd you didn't really mind it, well you didn't.

Him and Nagi were spending way much more time together, since they got interested in football. You again don't mind it that much, after all he is your boyfriend and you want him to be happy. But at the same time-it wasn't fair. You knew Reo longer than Nagi did and he most of time was somehow ignoring you. He didn't do it on purpose, right? No. He wouldn't do that.

Now you were sitting in class thinking about that, while Reo and Nagi were a seat ahead of you. Of course Nagi was sleeping. Your thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing. You packed your things and started walking through the door. You thought about waiting for Reo, but he was already busy trying to wake up Nagi from his hibernation.

Days has been awfully quiet. Still pushing though aside you decided to meet with your boyfriend so things could get back to how they were. You texted him quickly to meet up tomorrow since it was a friday evening. He replied faster than usual and agreed. You smiled and put your phone away. Well, time for getting homework done for tomorrow.

You're getting ready for the "date", well at least sort of a date. But it didn't matter it was finally time for you hang out with your boyfriend. You came to the location, patiently waiting for Reo. Waiting.. waiting..ughhhhh.... Okay, okay, calm down.. training might just hold him up right? Just wait a bit longer and check out your phon- ... Nagi, Nagi, Nagi.. enough. You went straight home after his not even bothering to text Reo. He didn't text you either so it's gonna be that way.

Instead of saying something you started being cold to him, not giving him the same attention. Did he noticed that? You can't really tell which explains a lot, but still. You loved Reo and you thought he loved you too, but seems like his best friend was more important. You couldn't continue lying yourself so you decided thar it's time.

Talk to him? How? When there is not time hm? Football, Nagi, Football, Nagi. In that moment your parents bursted into the room. Your father got a different job in another city so you're moving out of here. Well just perfect.

The next day you remembered your boyfriend had a training so you decided to go and wait for him 'till he finishes it and talk to him. On your way there though you saw no other than Nagi himself who was being late because he slept in. As you approached him an idea popped in your mind. You took out a pen and a paper and after writing on it you gave it to Nagi asking him to give it to Reo. He agreed and went to his training.

There you are now. Sitting on your desk completely ignoring the topic the teacher is talking about. There is no one that you know in the desk in front you... You have blocked Reo's and number and all of his social medias, so you didn't know if he got the paper, but if he didn't he probably figured out what happened.

When break came you were on your phone, when you suddenly saw an article. "Blue lock project" amd there they were their names.

...

-Nagi Seishiro

-Reo Mikage

...

You smiled to yourself when you saw his name. Well at least now he have got the two things he loved the most in his live.

© mariaace 2024 please do not steal, copy, translate or plagiarize. Thank you.

[leafyaa]

Chapter 14

Weeks passed by with no particular strange incidents. You felt way more relaxed after reading that no major incidents struck your village or the nation. Though one thing did give you restless minds: Hikari. Her birthday was coming up and you didn't know what to do for her. I mean what could you do really? 

With Kunikuzushi posing as a distraction you didn't have much time to think about Hikari as much as you wanted to because Kunikuzushi tried to cheer you up constantly, noticing your distant looks when he came by the café you worked at. 

The two of you ended up doing some picnics with Sara and Heizou accompanying you. Sara was there to just be with you while Heizou wanted to 'balance out' the group by joining as well. Then because you didn't want Maple to feel left out you also brought her with you. She enjoyed jumping around and trying to catch butterflies.

Then there were some alone walks between Kunikuzushi and you but it always became awkward after you were lost in your thoughts while walking with him. 

Slowly but surely Kunikuzushi started entering in your daily routine again  by driving you to work, picking you up from work and sometimes cooking for you. It felt like he was taking care of you but maybe you were getting delusional thinking he still loved you. The way he treated you sometimes gave you butterflies in your stomach, but you just brushed it off, thinking it was just a desperate feeling of wanting someone to take care of you.

Sometimes he would tell you he had to go somewhere for a while and you didn't mind. But when he could take care of you you would feel so much more at ease as most of your daily worries slowly disappeared. For example: waking up early to make sure you wouldn't miss the only bus that made sure you were on time for work, forgetting to get groceries or ending up skipping dinner because you would be too tired to cook. 

Working yourself tirelessly was your way of going through the days and weeks. If you focused enough you wouldn't suddenly break down out of nowhere. You knew her birthday was coming up soon and you felt so stupid about not thinking about her more. You felt exhausted knowing each day was making it less likely for her to be found back, exhausted knowing that you might have been waiting for nothing.

There were never any updates on her case from the police after that unfortunate day. Asking Heizou or Sara for information would be useless because they had no access to those files and you wouldn't want to accidentally fire them as the Tenryou police force already disliked you very much. 

Sure Kokomi had taken on the case which irritated the local police even more and Gorou made sure to tell you if there were updates but alas, there were still none till this day. 

Today was the day before Hikari's birthday and you had taken off work for the next few days, wanting to spend time alone. Thoma assured you didn't have to worry about the cafe as you were basically the second manager there and knew how everything worked. 

Sara and Heizou knew not to disturb you in your alone time and made sure to only send minimal messages to you. 

But one person made today his mission to take you out today. And it was none other than Kunikuzushi. After all, you never told him about Hikari. He surely wouldn't care about her if he left you at your worst state plus you were almost certain his opinion about kids never changed after the last incident. 

"Can't we just go somewhere next week?" Your muffled voice spoke while buried in a pillow.  

"Come on, the weather is good tomorrow!" Kunikuzushi said with much excitement. He happened to call you on your day off to go out but you felt drained. 

"But so is next week.." 

"You're always saying next week and then you forget about it.." Ah yes that was right, because you overworked yourself and mostly forgot things. Things like appointments you had to write on a calendar hanging in your living room because you would forget that as well as sending all your appointments to Sara so she could remind you. You didn't really use the calendar on your phone because you didn't like the way it looked so a paper calendar was your solution. 

"Meow~" Your cat meowed, climbed onto your bed and nuzzled her head into your hair. 

"Even your cat agrees." Kunikuzushi said, making you groan in annoyance. 

"Maple is a cat, how could she possibly understand us.. Ugh I'm tired.. I'm hanging up.." You said with a sigh, moving your hand towards the button. 

"Wait but tomorrow-" 

"We'll see tomorrow."

And you hung up before he could say anything else. 

You sighed as you threw your phone on your bed and got out of your bedroom. 

As you walked from your room to Hikari's room you noticed the faint crayon stripes and other small drawings Hikari did, with much scolding from you. 

Originally you were going to permanently remove it by painting over them, but you felt that it was like removing Hikari out of the house so you decided to keep it, even though it might have made her think she was allowed to draw on the walls.

You grabbed the key from your pocket and unlocked the door, entering it quietly. Maple, who had gotten out of bed to follow you, also walked behind you curiously. 

You picked him up and brought her to your eye view, showing her Hikari's room. 

She meowed a bit before jumping out of your arms to Hikari's neatly made up bed. Even for a cat, she did look sad as if she could sense your emotions. She just sat still and looked at you. 

You closed your eyes and breathed, trying to remember all the good times with your daughter again. 

"I miss you Hikari, please give me a sign you're still out there." You spoke as a tear slipped down your face. 

“You will.” A voice responded unbeknownst to you.

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Notes:

kinda late with this one but yeah

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[poetryandfluffycats]

( in response to the last ask ) mmmmmm multiple orgasms, now I'm thinking about catboy Mika breeding reader

Imagine the reader finding a stray Mika in an alleyway during a rainstorm [insert sopping wet cat meme here], feeling pity for him, you invite him into your home before eventually settling on keeping him as a pet. I'd like to imagine Mika would be somewhat defensive at first (like how he was back in !era with anzu) but would eventually start to warm up the longer he spends time with you, to the point that he's practically glued to the reader's hip. With all that out of the way, back to the main subject: breeding!!! Mika's heat eventually strikes again, but lucky for him he's going through it now with the reader by his side. He would be waiting hours behind the door for you to return from work, and once you do, he's practically on you pleading and rubbing against the reader, begging for their help in the most whiny, pathetic way possible. And when you do eventually agree since he's been such a good boy, ik that he would just tackle you and waste no time peeling off your clothes and fucking you to no tomorrow, crying out thank yous and moaning out ur name like a mantra with each thrust. He's so into it that he doesn't even notice how quickly he came inside. Once he does realize he pulls out and immediately apologizes, expecting you to be angry at him, but instead he's met with reassurances that you're not. Couple that and the way his cum was drooling out your hole, can you really blame him for getting hard again and pushing his dick back inside ?

Alr I'm done, srry for being deranged

— unhinged (and slightly ashamed) ValkP

you can never have too many orgasms with catboy mika he's too sweet and helpless that you just wanna let him have more and more of you till your both passed out. his heats are the most brutal things ever he's constantly hard and keeps cumming in and staining his pants just thinking about you, his owner.

he cums quickly and a lot so I think it might take him about 3-4 loads before he calms down and is able to enjoy the moment more, but by then your hole feels like its on fire(in both a good way and a bad way) so can I just say... titter sucker mika? esp in this situation when he's trying to breed you its like 'i wanna taste the milk you'll give to our kittens!'

[in-halingstardust]

hiii!!! if its ok, can I requests smut oneshot for dottore (specifically the webtoon verison i love him so much) with a female reader where you're his assistant and he's down bad for u pls :3

A/N: I haven't heard of the Dottore manhwa version of him in for-e-ver omg. Like not since I was a 1.0 players. So like- I re read it and I was like, "ohmigod he would be so down bad for you". I hope you enjoy and thank you for being my very first request hehe ~°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° dottore x f!reader_assistant Tags: doggy is down bad for you, slight yangere/possessive vibes, frottage, biting, praise, just...really down bad for you.

You weren't in love.

No... it was something more twisted than that. 

He pushes you against the desk and sucks against the small opening between the color and the leather choker he makes you wear, marking you as his. You tilt your head to the side as he gives you hickies that will be clearly visible tomorrow during the test periods on the subjects. 

He grips your ass swatting papers, flasks, tools off the table as he sets you upon it. 

You tug at this hair, pulling him back a little just to let you breathe. His hands wander towards how your tight blouse tucked into your pencil skirt, trying to unbutton and free your breasts from the constricting material. "Il- wait you're too-," a gasp comes out of you as you throw your head back, "insatiable!"

Your front is now exposed, lacy swirls of pink and white cup your breasts as he nips on a ribbon right near your nipple, thin fabric the only barrier. 

He groans, rutting against you like an animal, your pencil skirt hiking higher and higher, exposing a matching set of panties protected against a thin layer of nylon. "God, is this the new set?" He rubs against your core and you let out a hitched breath, "Fuck, I'm going to get you lace stocking too. Just for us!"

With his gloved hand he moves your cup, pink, perked nipple peaks out for a moment before being devoured. His other hand kneading into you; you're left using your arms to support you as he has his fill. 

It's rough, fast and dirty. Just like all your quickies in the office before the next experiment. Sometimes it will be a fast blowjob which would usually spill out of your mouth, other times he rips off any clothing covering you and has you against the table if not be for you complaining about how much pantyhose you went through in a week. 

On rare days, he cum just from touch alone and a few words. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer. He felt perfectly slotted against you and fuck- you might come as well. 

He's shaking, but the edge in his voice is still there. "Can't get enough of me, my dear assistant~?"

You rub against him, and he lets out a moan. They are behind schedule, but doesn't this feel amazing? "I- we have more tests to run, Doctor." The friction is inescapable, "ngh! You're not quick enough." 

The pace is becoming faster as he laughs against your ear, full body weight supported against you, body to body. He whispers. 

"Tonight, let me fuck you again." Another pant. "Tear off your underwear and your goddamn stockings. I'll use my teeth and mark every part of your body." 

It's so hot. You're close. He's closer as he rushes every thought into you. "Let me see how you moan. How naughty you are in bed! How ah! Fucking delicious you are. You be mine, forever say it. Say You'll Be Mine forever."

You feel your core wet, pressing against him. The warmth is tantalizing as you grunt out, "I-I'll be yours, for-forever..."

He kisses you, tongues mashing together before a slim string of saliva disconnects you both. "Say it like you mean it. That you can't live without me. That without me you be still be living in those filthy streets- say it."

"Forever! *gasp* Doctor I'll be yours forever." You cry out, legs pressing him, trying to never un meld from one another, "Together- till the end!." 

It's a promise as you both cum. 

He jerks against you, gripping you against himself. You feel the pulses of pleasure echo against your lower body. Focus is coming back to you as you look down bleary of the bruises and bite marks forming on your breasts. At least your stocking were still whole today. 

Dottore, you peer into his face. At least what you can see of it behind the mask, pure red eyes, does not look satisfied yet. Even with the droplets of sweat across his hair, you push his bangs away. 

"Why, my precious assistant looks like she could still continue."

You give a stare, fixing your clothes back into place. "Tonight." You say before removing a hand against your waist as your two feet touch the ground shakily, "Let's finish our work today."

"As you wish my dear assistant."

[f1-disaster-bi]

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“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.” nortrell

-💖

"Have you eaten anything today?" Lando, on the screen of Max's monitor, looks away. He doesn't need words for Max to know that he hadn't and it broke his heart. There was only so much he could do from his apartment in England when Lando was so far away from him. "Lando", Max sighed, trying not to let any anger or frustration sink into his voice, "You need to eat, mate. You know you do" "I'm okay", Lando replied, voice a little low and grainy over the mic, "I had a wrap after the race" The race had been hours ago. They both knew what Lando was doing. He was punishing himself again. He always did this when he blamed himself for a result or when the media turned his words into something he had never said. His anxiety always gripped him tight, and choked him Max just wished that he could be there at times like this to take care of him and cheer him up or hold him till this passed. "Bob, the race was hours ago. You need to eat something, please", Max begged, leaning closer to the monitor as Lando look up at him with big sad eyes. For a moment, they just had a little staring contest through the screen. The two of the watching each other. Max didn't waver. He gave Lando a soft little warning look that had the other sighing. It almost sounded fond through his headphones. "I'll look at the menu, okay?", Lando conceeded after a moment. "Good lad", Max teased, watching Lando flush a little, "Even if it's a sandwhich, just eat something please. Do and I'll fly out for Abu Dhabi" He didn't mention that he already had a flight tomorrow. Jon had sent him confirmation of the details after asking Lando's travel agent to sort it for him. Both of them knowing Lando needed some home comfort with them. Lando gave him a soft smile and went back to looking it over, mouthing some of the words as he read them. "I think I'll get some spring rolls", Lando said after another few minutes of Max just watching him, "That sounds good" "Spring rolls? What a surprise?", Max teased, relieved at the laugh he got from the other. "I am nothing if not constane-consistent", Lando stumbled over the word with a cheeky grin. The way he had perked up, made Max's chest warm. "Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass", Max teased just to watch the way Lando rolled his eyes and gave him a middle finger before muting him to order his food. Max booted up a new round of COD while he waited for Lando to finish ordering. It might not be the hug or cuddles he so desperately wanted to give the other, but it would do for now. Give it another two days and Max would be there, by his side, where he belonged. He couldn't wait to see Lando's face when surprised him.

[vickyvicarious]

As he went down the wall, lizard fashion, I wished I had a gun or some lethal weapon, that I might destroy him; but I fear that no weapon wrought alone by man's hand would have any effect on him. I dared not wait to see him return, for I feared to see those weird sisters. I came back to the library, and read there till I fell asleep.

Jonathan's sheer rage is really notable here. I imagine at least a part of it is the sight of Dracula in his own clothes once again, after what happened last time. He also doesn't attempt to watch for Dracula's return at all, and while his stated reasoning is certainly a possible part of it, I wonder if he also simply doesn't want to have to bear witness again if Dracula returns with another victim. After all, despite the library being listed as a secondary safe place to sleep, Jonathan hasn't really done so before (except when he was locked in). But he knows it is a safe place, and while still nearby, it seems to be not right next to Dracula's room. If Dracula does bring back another child (which is by no means guaranteed) then even if he can't help, Jonathan at least won't have to listen as they are killed.

But with his rage and his desire to try and stop Dracula harming others, you might think he would want to be closer, right? Again, some of it is that self-preservation instinct. But his line about "no weapon wrought alone by man's hand" tells us he doesn't think he could, even if he had much more firepower than he actually does. Jonathan has had lots of experience with various strengths and abilities of vampires, but doesn't know their weaknesses. He's figured out that Dracula didn't like the crucifix, and 'sleeps' during the day, but that's about it. He may believe only some kind of holy weapon could even harm him (not wrought alone by man's hand). And he's not wrong about that, at least when a vampire is active. All the methods Van Helsing lists later are intended for use when a vampire is already weakened by the time of day/in a 'sleeping' state - even the stake, beheading, and 'sacred bullet' are all only listed as options to kill a vampire in their coffin. The most that seems doable while they are awake, at least that we ever see in the book, is to ward them off in one way or another. The crucifix and communion wafers aren't pleasant and the vampires avoid touching them but they don't seem to actually physically burn/scar in the same way they did Mina. Now, that may simply be because the vampires never touched any of those holy objects long enough, but regardless, Jonathan's instinct here isn't really wrong per say. Just not complete.

If he is convinced of this, then why attack Dracula in his dirt box tomorrow? Well, he's in the heat of rage and guilt at knowing what Dracula will unleash on many other people. It's the same as the other day, really. When Jonathan sees or hears someone else being hurt, he can't help but try to do something, even if he doesn't really believe it will get anywhere. In this entry, that isn't happening. And it's no guarantee that Dracula will bring back another victim; he's gone out multiple other times without seeming to have done so, after all. Not to mention the main reason: Jonathan says above that he would still try to kill Dracula if he had a weapon - he just is afraid it wouldn't work.

[rogerswifesblog]

2 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: hi! The second chapter is here-warning, it’s literally just smut with plot.

Warnings: age gap, Steve is a dick, dom / sub, no safeword discussed, Sir kink, daddy kink, use of good boy/ pretty boy/ little slut, choking , protected sex, anal, anal fingering, size kink, bondage (belt use), subspace, domspace, domdrop (idk what else)

When they entered Steve’s home he helped Bucky take off his jacket and hang it up, doing the same with his own afterwards. „It’s a nice place“, said Bucky, looking around a bit, before letting Steve lead him to the living room.

When they sat down Steve immediately sat closer to Bucky, letting their thighs touch, his arm lazily draped over the couch rest and with that around Bucky.

Not that Bucky minded.

Steve felt warm, solid and smelled incredibly good, rich and sweetly in a way that he couldn’t describe.

“Do you want to have a drink? Maybe something stronger than at the bar?”, the blond asked, watching Bucky shake his head.

For a second Bucky felt a bit anxious. Was Steve trying to fill him up? “It’s fine, I’d rather just…spend a nice time together talking”, he smiled, making Steve internally roll his eyes. God, he really didn’t need to know everything more about Buckys degree or that damn cat that he had been talking about all the time.

No wonder the young man couldn’t find a good partner if he talked about a cat all the time.

But he’d manage to finish what he started. Ha. Finish. That definitely.

On the other way he noticed he couldn’t sweet talk Bucky into bed, which meant he needed a different approach. It might hurt the young man a bit after, but come on, who thinks leaving a bar with someone you just meant ends in a night of talking and not…doing other stuff? He couldn’t really have hoped it’d be something serious. Especially considering the age gap.

A relationship between them would be laughable.

“So, what do you think, when can I meet the famous Almine?” Bucky immediately looked up with a bright smile. “Maybe we can go tomorrow after breakfast to my place and you can meet Alpine”, he pronounced the name a bit slower.

Right. Alpine. Not that Steve needed to remember it.

Once again Bucky pulled out his phone, showing more pictures of alpine dressed in ‘cute Christmas outfits that she got from her auntie Wanda’. “Very sweet.” Steve mumbled, leaning a bit closer to Bucky under the impression of wanting to see the picture better.

When Bucky lifted his gaze his eyes met Steve’s blues, making his own breath hitch quietly. They were so close, the younger man noticed. So close to kiss…

And as if Steve knew what Bucky thought about he leaned forward and kissed him.

Bucky enjoyed it for a moment before collecting his thoughts and moving a bit away. “Steve I…haven’t done such things, I don’t know how-“ “don’t worry, I’ll treat you real good…and tomorrow we’ll go on an official nice date in a really nice restaurant”, he whispered in Buckys ear. “Tho I can’t promise you I’ll wait for the dessert till after the meal”, he bit gently into Buckys earlobe before suckling at it gently.

A quiet moan escaped Buckys lips as he listened to Steve’s words. God, he really tried to be strong. Really tried to resist this man’s charm, but in the end he was the one who pulled Steve back in for another kiss, grabbing at his collar like it was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Maybe it was.

Steve’s hands slowly roamed along Buckys midsection, before pulling him with one smooth movement over his lap, before deepening the kiss.

His hands grabbed onto Buckys ass, squeezing harshly and making him jump in surprise, accidentally pressing his already hard cock against Steve’s midsection. A raspy chuckl escaped the older mans lips. “I see, you’re not as shy as said in the bar, hm?”, he grinned, slowly kissing down Buckys throat, before pushing up his shirt, taking it off with one smooth motion.

“Hm, how cute…so smooth”, Steve kissed Buckys chest. The younger man looked good. He had some muscles, but still seemed lean with only a little bit of fat around his stomach, but his chest was nicely sculpted. His gaze fell onto his shoulder and then the rest of the arm. Ah. Bucky said he had scars, but he hadn’t expected them to be so bad. A rough texture of scartissue that was-

“So…yeah, welll…”, Buckys whispered a bit anxious and self conscious not knowing what to say while trying to cover himself when he felt Steve’s gaze on himself. The lights were dimmed, but he still felt bad having himself half naked, especially with Steve’s hand slowly stroking from his side to his shoulder. The left one.

But he let him touch the scars. Steve was gentle.

And he could see it in Steve’s eyes-pity, curiosity and also some kind of…interest. Steve wanted to know more about it. But he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel interested in Buckys backstory. In Buckys life. He wouldn’t see him again, so why bother?

He grabbed onto Buckys hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss, before standing up with him and walking with Bucky on his hips to the bedroom, while Bucky clinger onto his with his arms and legs, moaning when his hardness pressed against Steve’s body, “where are we-ah”, he gasped in surprise when Steve threw him onto the bed.

Before Bucky could process what was happening Steve unbuttoned his shirt, throwing into onto the floor, doing the same with the white undershirt-not even giving Bucky time to sprechen the view . Jesus. This man looked good in a wife beater shirt-that was impossible. And should be illegal, seeing how huge his biceps looked. Bigger than Buckys head.

But seeing him shirtless was an even better view.

Damn. This guy couldn’t be 40, right? Not with that body…

“You like what you see?”, Steve chuckled confidently, before opening his belt and throwing it onto the bed next to Bucky. Maybe he’d use it too.

Bucky looked at the belt for a moment before back at Steve, blushing a deep red. “Yeah..” “that was a rhetorical question. I know you like it”, he grinned, opening his pants, but not taking it off yet. First he wanted Bucky to be naked.

He leaned over the younger man, opening his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. „Can we kiss again?“, he asked, his cheeks blushing a deep red. Steve chuckled, kneeling onto the bed and kissing Bucky for a moment. He trapped his arms around Steve’s neck, sighing when Steve’s hard crotch pressed against Buckys.

“Please take it off”, Bucky whispered, pushing against Steve’s jeans.

So much for he wasn’t someone who’d have sex after the first meeting, Steve thought amused while taking off his jeans and boxershorts, his hardness not even being able to stand straight from the weight of it.

Bucky swallowed hard, “maybe we can just keep it simple with a bl-“, he thought about his chances of swallowing that dick or choking on it- “with a handjob?”, he decided would be smarter.

Steve only chuckled, wrapping his fingers around his hardness and stroking over his length. “Now come on, underwear off”, he didn’t leave any room for discussions.

Not that Bucky wanted to discuss. Hearing Steves demanding voice was making him…

It was really doing something to him.

“Yes”, he whispered, hesitating before pushing his boxershorts down. His cock was hard and leaking, leaving a pool of pre-cum on his lower belly.

Steve smirked, leaning over him and kissing him on the lips passionately. “From now on you address me with Daddy or sir and nothing else”, he whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe till Bucky whined quietly.

“Yes…Sir”, Bucky felt a bit shy saying it out loud, not being use with anything that was happening right now. (Tho he had watched enough porn to know Steve must be seriously into BDSM. He was mostly curious about the belt that was brushing against his thigh.)

Steve let go of his own cock so he could play with Buckys instead. The younger man’s moans were like music to his ears. Even it was only for tonight, he loved pleasing other people. It was always giving him so much pleasure.

„Good boy, looking so pretty“, Steve mumbled, stroking the younger man’s cock a few times, watching him shake beneath his palms.

Before Bucky could come-which he was pretty close to doing-Steve grabbed his hips and turned him around, pulling his hips up in the air, but pushed his head back down when he wanted to lift himself on all fours.

“Steve-I mean Sir-I have never…-“ “I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll make it good for you”, he interrupted Bucky, giving him a kiss on his lowerback.

Bucky could hear Steve open the drawer next to his bed before throwing lube and condoms onto the bed. It immediately made Buckys heart pound. So it was really happening? He’d have his first time with a man he met only a couple hours ago?

Tho he really felt like it meant something. Everything they’d done tonight was special. They met for a reason.

A gasp escaped his lips when he felt a lubed up finger rub over his tight ring of muscle, making him shrink away in surprise. Steve clicked with his tongue, “where you goin’ pretty boy?”, he teased while grabbing both of Bucky's wrists and holding them behind his back with one of his hands.

With the other hand he took the belt before wrapping it smoothly around Bucky's wrists. “Good?”, he asked, pulling a bit at the belt, making it even tighter. “G-good”, Bucky answered quietly, feeling completely exposed in this position. He wasn’t able to do anything besides just accepting whatever Steve wanted to do to him.

“Good, Sir”, he repeated, this time adding a quiet Sir at the end like Steve had asked him to do. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t have changed it anyway”, Steve chuckled before slapping Bucky lightly on the butt. It was more like a pat, in his opinion, but Bucky twitched surprised anyway.

He pushed Buckys legs further apart, not seeing the deep red blush that crept onto Buckys face. Steve rubbed more lube along Buckys hole, slowly pressing the tip in, before pulling out again and massing the muscle more. His other hand kneaded Buckys meaty ass. He had such a pretty round peach.

Gasping Bucky pressed his face into the pillow, feeling incredibly exposed and shy-but he wasn’t able to move away from steve…not that he wanted to. Especially not when Steve’s finger pressed deeper into his hole, curling against what seemed to be his prostate.

“Fuck”, he whispered in surprise, precum dripping onto the sheets when Steve started to move his finger, intentionally pressing against his prostate over and over again. It was such an unusual feeling. He had never felt like this before-of course he had tried to finger himself a few times, but he had never managed to find his spot.

When Steve added a second finger Bucky felt like he might burst any minute, even though he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come without having his cock touched. (Which Steve wanted to achieve of course.)

“Such a good little slut, already drooling”, Steve watched Bucky close his mouth quickly, turning his face into the pillow, only making Steve push against his prostate harder and quicker. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let daddy hear how much you like it”, with that he rubbed against Buckys spot, hearing a quiet moan against the pillow.

Steve knew he should’ve used one more finger to prepare Bucky but he just couldn’t wait anymore to stuff this virgin ass with a real cock. So instead he pulled his fingers from Buckys hole, chuckling when Bucky whined in protest. “Don’t worry sweetheart you’ll soon feel something much better”, with that he ripped a condom open and rolled it over his hard cock.

He stroked himself for a moment before coming closer to Bucky, pressing his tip against Buckys fluttering hole for a moment. But before he could push in he thrusted between Buckys round globes, watching how big his cock looked compared to the counter man’s ass. When he placed his hands over his ass he could grab his cheeks in one hand each, even though Bucky had a nice juicy ass.

Jesus. Bucky wasn’t a small guy-he wasn’t what you’d call a twink, he had some muscles, some fat and was quite tall…and yet Steve was huge compared to him.

And Bucky felt it too. He knew Steve could pin him with his body weight. Cover him completely with his broad frame. And with those arms? He could choke him with his bicep.

Then he felt Steve’s tip pushing into his hole, not stopping until his thighs were flush with Buckys. Even though he tried to do it slow, Bucky was panting and shaking just from this alone. Fuck. He was so responsive.

“Good little slut…so hungry for my cock. This virgin ass is taking me like a champ. Like you were made for me”, he moaned while slowly starting to move, listening to Buckys quiet whines and moans, “already cock drunk baby? Can’t talk?”, he chuckled deeply, quickening his peace when Bucky didn’t answer but only drooled over his pillow.

He grabbed onto Buckys wrists with one while holding his hips with the other one, this way he was able to move Bucky against his own hips movements, pounding him even harder than before, slowly losing himself in pleasure. “Feels so good”, Bucky whined, not even noticing it himself.

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at your pretty cock. Making a mess all over the sheets, so good for me”, he moaned, grabbing Buckys hips harder. Both of them could tell it’ll leave bruises but they didn’t care.

Bucky didn’t care about anything anymore. It’s like his brain was…mush. He had no idea when it had happened. Or what had happened, but he wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. He was just enjoying everything. The tightness of Buckys hole, his quiet whines whenever he grazed his prostate.

Fuck. It felt so good. And Bucky was so sweet, shaking and drooling over his pillow, sometimes biting into the material.

When Steve felt close to coming he grabbed Buckys throat, pulling him up with one hand and pounding into him harder, quicker, while still holding his neck and squeezing more.

And Bucky took it. He couldn’t do anything else. Just take whatever Steve wanted to give him-and it was a lot. “Come for daddy, little slut”, Steve grunted under his breath, wrapping his free hand around Buckys hard cock and stroking it quickly.

Bucky slowly felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and blood flow from how strong Steve was squeezing his throat, using and moving him like a living sex toy. It made his brain even foggier than it had already been-making him not noticing his own orgasm.

Mewling Buckys cum shot all over the sheets and himself, somehow even hitting his chin. He felt overstimulated when Steve kept on stroking and squeezing his cock, but he couldn’t even say anything, already feeling how he was close to blacking out, “fuck, so good for daddy”, Steve moaned, letting go of Bucky and pushing his head into the pillow, now chasing his own orgasm.

His thrusts made the whole bed shake, the squelch and sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. “My perfect boy toy”, Steve moaned, watching his own cock disappear in Buckys puffy hole, abused from the rough fucking. And Bucky was still sweetly whining from pleasure.

“M gonna fill your pretty ass till you’ll be leaking”, Steve wasn’t even listening to his own words anymore, not noticing what he was saying at all, since it didn’t make much sense-but in his foggy brain it was all he was thinking about. Filling Bucky. Making him his. Marking him. Bucky was his. Only his. He didn’t even see the barrier of the condom between them anymore-he just wanted to come.

His mouth fell open in a silent moan when he finally reached his peak, still pounding into Bucky before dropping his whole weight over Bucky, covering him with his broad frame, panting and leaving kisses against Buckys neck behind. “So good”, he whispered, only now feeling the younger man’s wrists still being tied behind his back.

He undid them quickly, but not even moving away from him for a second. Bucky sobbed quietly while Steve kissed all over his neck and back, comforting the younger man in a way. “So, so good for daddy”, he whispered into his dark hair, slowly pulling out, quickly throwing the condom into the trash can next tk the bed, before laying onto his back and pulling Bucky over himself. He didn’t care about the mess between them. He didn’t care about anything.

He didn’t even want Bucky to leave.

So he didn’t say anything. Actually…he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to say anything, he just whispered comforting words into Buckys hair while hearing him still sob against his chest. “You did so well. So perfect…perfect for daddy”, he kissed Buckys forehead, now feeling his own eyes being filled with tears.

Steve had no idea what was happening to him. Everything was so much. Too much. He wrapped his arms tighter around Bucky, pulling him even closer against his chest, Buckys tears wetting his skin.

Feeling Buckys tears only made Steve’s tears pour quicker over his cheeks. He felt awful. And incredibly good. He didn’t know what he was feeling.

He didn’t even know why he cared about Buckys well-being. It was only sex-but it was-but-fuck

Steve let out a quiet sob against Buckys hair. He felt like he had hurt him, like it was all too much-especially since it was Buckys first time. Fuck. He had messed up.

But he shouldn’t care about it. Why did he care about how Bucky felt?

But then Bucky looked up at him with his teary eyes, pupils blown wide and a goofy smile on his lips before kissing Steve softly. “Thank you Daddy”, he whispered, quickly hiding his face against Steve’s neck.

Even though it was a lot, Bucky felt euphoric. He had never felt as good as he did now. He felt light. Loved. Cared for.

Steve was holding him in a tight hug, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in his hair, while they slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Steve never let anyone stay the night at his place after a one night stand. He really hadn’t planned to make an exception, but…it just happened.

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate some feedback ❤️

What do you think why Bucky knows Steve’s surname?👀it’ll be important later on….👀

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