#i was already stressed out and that had me on the verge of tears over how nasty she was over NOTHING

[lazarus-lazuli]

i might be autistic tbh bc whenever someone comes at me with a nasty attitude instead of getting offended or angry i am just Shocked. like speechless. flabbergasted. not even in a “how could you be mean to me, i am just a wittel forest creture i cannot change this 🥺” way but in a “how in the actual fuck am i meant to respond to that’ type of way

[grumpypixistix]

The lab assistant

Scientist!Miguel O’Hara x Shy!Reader

Warnings- Face sitting, slight corruption kink, slightly perverted!Miguel (if you squint), co-workers being dickheads, semi-public sex (let me know if I missed anything! )

MINORS DNI 18+

You had been working at Alchemax for a few months now. A few of your colleagues were generous enough to introduce you to the workplace and the other workers, but there was one person you couldn’t keep your eyes off of.

Miguel O’Hara.

When you first introduced yourself to him, he had already taken a liking to you. Something about how shy yet sweet you were made his pulse quicken and his cheeks burn. The way you smiled at him as you tried to introduce yourself, nervous about your first day at Alchemax. But you quickly felt at home when Miguel began to bond with you by taking over your “tour” of the place, making great conversation. Soon enough, your shell had cracked and you started talking about your personal interests, how you got hired, etc.

About a week after that day, he went home and couldn’t stop thinking about you for some reason. He didn’t know what to make of it, thinking it wasn’t too serious.

But then you started appearing in his dreams.

Miguel would dream about leaving marks everywhere on your body to claim you as his, fucking every ounce of innocence out of you.

And when he would wake up in a cold sweat, his cock was nearly on the verge of exploding, precum dripping everywhere. He felt guilty about it afterwards, it was just wrong for him to think about his colleague like that.

But you plagued his mind consistently. The dreams slowly turned into daily thoughts that he finally caved into, fisting his cock at least four times a day to the thought of your body. But you had no clue what he was doing after he got off of work. You just assumed that he only saw you as a co-worker and nothing else, maybe even a good friend.

But God, were you so far off from the truth.

As you entered the building for another shift of the week, your boss had approached you with some new information.

“I’m really sorry this is a last minute notice, but I need you to stay a little later. I tried to get some other people to stay instead, but all of them couldn’t do it… but on the bright side, Miguel volunteered to stay, so you won’t be completely alone.”

Great, just what you needed. A longer shift after your horrible week.

Even though some of your colleagues were nice to you, there was a group that wasn’t as generous as them. Some of them claimed that you were too clumsy or stupid to be an assistant, others claimed you were like a lost dog or a prude. Whatever they said, you tried not to pay attention to it too much. But there were days where it would get to you, and this week happened to have a bunch of those days.

You just nodded at your boss and shot him the best smile you could muster up.

“Alright then, that shouldn’t be a problem, sir” You said in a friendly tone.

“At least Miguel will be here with me… maybe I can talk to him, get my stress out” You thought to yourself as you walked off to start your shift.

When you walked into the lab and took your coat off of the hanger, you could hear some voices from the other side of the room.

“Oh great, look who’s here.”

“God, I don’t even know why she’s still here. She should’ve been fired months ago, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing.”

“I’m surprised Miguel even hangs out with her, she’s such a prude.”

“Hell, you should’ve seen the look on her face yesterday. She practically bursted into tears when we called her useless.”

The other comments stung a little, but what got you the most was the part about Miguel. Sure, you had developed a small crush on him, but that had nothing to do with your guy’s friendship. The fact that the other colleagues had judged your bond just to get a laugh hurt you more than you felt it should’ve.

God forbid if they ever found out about your feelings for Miguel… you couldn’t help but become paranoid over the idea.

As you tried to ignore the group across the room and focus on your tasks, it seemed that one of them had read your mind and called you over.

Shit.

“Hey, newbie! Come over here real quick, we gotta ask you somethin“ One of your colleagues called out.

Your heart pounded hard inside your chest, quietly gulping before walking over to the group with a small sigh.

“What do you need?” You asked gently, silently praying it was something work-related and not just making fun of you again.

Some of the others chuckled and chattered a little bit before falling quiet.

“Sooo, you’re friends with Miguel, right?” The female colleague from before asked.

Your palms began to grow sweaty as sirens went off in your mind, biting your cheek before answering.

“Yeah, why?” You raised your brow at your co-worker.

Your co-worker slowly smiled. Oh no.

“Well, we were just thinking… with the way you act around him and all… you definitely have a thing for him, don’t you?”

Your whole chest sunk to your stomach, wishing this was just some horrible dream and that you would wake up soon. Trying to play it off, your eyes widened at the question and you shook your head vigorously.

“What?? No, he’s just my friend-“

“That wasn’t my question. I asked if you have a thing for him” She cuts off coldly.

Some of the others snickered quietly, making your throat close up as you tried to hold your emotions back. Your face contorted into confusion at the strange question, the others taking notice of it.

“Oh my god, she’s clueless” One of the colleagues muttered with a small chuckle.

Your co-worker lets out a small laugh as she noticed your face, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.

“Here, let me dumb it down for you: do you ever fantasize about having sex with Miguel?”

Your whole face flushed bright red as it clicked into your head, slowly shaking your head.

“N- No… that’s… that’s wrong” You stuttered, looking at your co-worker.

She stares at you with a raised brow, not believing you at all.

“Okay, sure… but you still like him, right? Being a prude and all, surely you at least have a crush on him.”

“Please, don’t call me that-“

“Or what? Huh? You gonna run off to your little boyfriend and cry in his arms? I’m sure he’ll baby you, he does every time he sees you” She hisses.

The feeling in your throat grew even stronger, your eyes slowly beginning to water. But you didn’t want to prove her theory, so you just stood there silently, not knowing what else to say. As the silence grew more, some of the colleagues just laughed.

“Wow… you really are stupid, aren’t you?”

“Who’s stupid?” A voice emerges from the entrance of the room, making everyone fall silent.

It was Miguel, standing with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. The group of colleagues weren’t laughing or smiling anymore- instead, they actually looked nervous. The female coworker looked over at you for a quick moment before flashing a smile at Miguel.

“Oh, nothing! It was just something we were talking about from yesterday. Right, hon?” The co-worker said in an overly sweet tone, forcing herself to smile at you.

You froze, not wanting anymore conflict with the group, so you just went along with it. You quietly nodded your head and looked over at Miguel, giving your best smile.

“Mhm, it was just stuff from yesterday” You mustered up as your voice shook a little.

Miguel didn’t buy it at all, seeing how your eyes glistened, tears threatening to leave them at any second. He shot your co-worker a glare before looking back at you, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Ah, alright then… do you have the paperwork from last week? I just wanna make sure everything is right” Miguel spoke to you, his face softening a little.

You quickly nodded and walked away from the group to your clipboard that was in one of the desk drawers, skimming through the pile of papers to look for the documents. The group just watched as you eventually found the papers Miguel was referring to, handing them to him. He took out his glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, reading the sheet of paper. After a few moments of silence, Miguel took off his glasses and looked over at you, handing the paper back.

“This is perfect. Thank you, sweetheart. I don’t think I’ve ever seen paperwork better than this and I’ve worked here longer than anyone else has” Miguel praised, a gentle smile formed on his lips.

“Thank you, Miguel. That means a lot to me” You hummed in appreciation, returning the smile.

The praise alone made you forget about the whole situation from earlier, but the smile comforted you even more. Your cheeks burned up as you felt your whole body tingle, a small smile creeping up your lips. The feeling Miguel made you have was insatiable, you just couldn’t get enough of it. You wanted more of him, to have his lips on yours…

You almost forgot that there were other people in the room. Almost.

The sound of low muttering made your head turn towards the group, the co-worker giving you a dirty look before the group parted separate ways. You set the paper on the table and Miguel leans down to whisper in your ear.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

Your head spun when you felt his warm breath tickle your skin, almost not realizing what he just said. When you finally processed it, you looked at Miguel and nodded a little. For once, you were actually kind of glad your boss made you work later.



After hours of working and following Miguel around for assistance (as he asked for your presence), it was time for the others to go home. Usually, you would be getting off at this time, but since you had to stay later, that meant you would have to pick up dinner on your way back home. You didn’t really mind since it would save you time and energy to make food at home.

Plus you didn’t mind since it meant you could spend more time with Miguel.

Speaking of which, you couldn’t help but notice something was a little off with him. You assumed it was because of what happened earlier, because he seemed a little more tense than normal. But after everyone had left, he looked over at you, glad that the two of you were finally alone. You were finishing out today’s paperwork, slouching over the desk as you tried to fight off your tiredness. Miguel walked over to you and gently took the pen out of your hand, turning your chair around to face him.

“Everyone left, it’s just us. Now… about what happened earlier…” Miguel started, bending down to your height, “Tell me. What exactly did they say to you?”

Your face burned up a little as his face was inches away from yours, struggling to find your words. He just stared at you, waiting for an answer. But after a few moments of silence, his face softened and he let out a small breath, resting his large hand on your thigh.

“I won’t say a word to anyone, I promise. I just want to know what’s wrong… when I got here, you were on the verge of tears” Miguel spoke softly.

The feeling of his hand on your thigh made your chest flutter and your stomach turn, trying to keep your composure as much as you could. He was only just trying to comfort you… right?

“They… they were asking me questions…” You began, still debating whether or not you should leave out a few details.

Miguel hummed a little as he listened to you, his other hand now on your other thigh as he gently caressed your skin. Your stomach felt fuzzy and warm, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Questions about what? C’mon hermosa, you can tell me” He coos, tucking a small strand of hair out of your face.

You swallowed hard and bit your lip hard before answering hesitantly.

“They were… questions a- about you.”

Miguel stopped and looked at you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“What did they ask about me?”

You stared up at him for a few moments and finally spoke again.

“They… they were asking if… I liked you” You whispered quietly.

That caught Miguel off-guard.

His eyes widened at you just the slightest, analyzing your face to see if you were messing with him. Once he noticed your flushed cheeks and nervous look, he knew you weren’t joking. After a moment of tense silence, Miguel licked his lips and started talking.

“…Do you?” Miguel asked lowly, looking down at your lips and up at your eyes.

His question had you in a slight panic, weighing out the odds. If you told him how you felt, it would either change your entire friendship or you would be stuck working alone for the rest of your time at Alchemax. Either one of those options sounded horrible, but if you didn’t tell him now, you were certain the group from earlier would do it eventually. Your heart raced so quick, Miguel swore he could hear it clearly. A shaky sigh left your lips and you nodded at him.

“Yeah… I do” You mumbled, scared that he would react negatively.

But instead, Miguel just chuckled softly and smiled at you, his hand cupping your face and his thumb dragging down your bottom lip.

“That’s good to know… because I’ve also liked you for quite some time now” Miguel responded, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Your eyes widened at his response, a look of hope on your face as you slowly smiled.

“Really?” You squeaked.

Miguel chuckled again and nodded at you, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Of course I do… how could I not?” He whispered, his face slowly inching closer to yours.

Your face flushed all the way to your ears, finding yourself drifting towards him. Closer, closer and closer until you finally feel his warm lips on yours. It felt like hundreds of fireworks were exploding in your chest, slowly wrapping your arms around him and holding Miguel close. You were almost afraid to let go, and he seemed to notice this. Miguel gently moved his hands down to your waist, pulling you up out of the chair and into his arms. The more you kissed him, the harder it became for Miguel to keep his composure. He wanted to take things slow with you, not wanting to scare you away. But God, was it a challenge for him to just keep his hands on your hips.

After a little bit, Miguel finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, already panting softly. He looked at you and let out a groan that awoken something inside you.

“Shit, do you have any idea what you do to me?” Miguel huffed quietly, his thumbs barely peeking up the hem of your shirt and rubbing the bare skin of your stomach.

You just stared up at him, your mind still foggy from the kiss you two had shared moments ago. You shook your head with a quiet “No…”

Miguel sighed and looked down at your chest, his cock twitching inside his pants. He didn’t even bother hiding his erection anymore, moving your hips against his to show you the effect you had on him. You let out a gasp at the strange feeling, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your whole body felt hot now.

“I can’t help it… you’re just so fucking sweet… you haunt me in my dreams, I swear to god. Every night when I go to bed, all I can dream about is you and that fucking body of yours… all just for me.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to say those kind of things to you. Normally, you’d be freaked out or even scared… but something about the way Miguel looked at you made you feel different. You weren’t sure if it was from the kiss earlier or your feelings for him in general, but you felt… ready in a sense. When Miguel saw your eyes widen at his words, his face dropped as he suddenly became worried.

“…Was that too much?” Miguel whispered gently, his brows furrowed together.

You slowly shook your head and placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“No… I- If anything, I… I sometimes have dreams about you, too…” You admitted with a quiet tone, looking away.

Miguel nearly went off the rails when you told him that, his pants feeling tighter around his dick. He moved you closer to him once more, moving your hair to the side.

“Mierda… Tell me about your dreams…” Miguel mumbled against you, pressing slow kisses to your cheek and down your neck.

Your thighs pressed together as a wet patch formed in your panties, your stomach flipping as you felt his lips against your skin. A shaky breath left your mouth, nearly moaning from how good it felt to have Miguel treat you this way. It was definitely wrong, but it felt so right. If anyone else had stayed with you two during the late shift and caught you like this, you’d be fired on the spot.

But nobody else was here. Just the two of you.

“S- sometimes I dream about you k- kissing me like this… and even…” Your voice faltered as you quickly grew shy again, biting down on your lip.

Miguel kissed and nipped at your neck, leaving little marks on your skin.

“Go on, Cariño…”

You swallowed before speaking again, letting a soft moan slip out.

“Even… touching me…”

Miguel moaned at that, causing your head to spin even more. You felt so hot that you swore you were going to pass out, but luckily you didn’t. He moved up to place a firm kiss on your lips, pulling away to look at you.

“Have I done anything more than just touching you in your dreams?” Miguel muttered lowly, his lips wet and raw.

You thought for a second before slowly shaking your head with a small breath.

“I always woke up before… before I could find out…” You answered Miguel.

Miguel frowned at that, looking at the marks on your neck before making direct eye contact with you. He sighed and shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“Well… do you wanna know what I’d do to you in my dreams?”

You nodded at him, genuinely curious as to what he dreamed about when you weren’t there with him. His forehead pressed against yours as his lips were centimeters away from your lips, his hands trailing from your waist down to your ass.

“In my dreams… I’d have you sit on my face and I’d make you cum over and over again until your legs give out..”

The image Miguel just gave you nearly made you collapse. You felt weak to your knees, a gentle whine escaping your lips. Miguel squeezed your thighs and kissed you once more, his hands moving up to the hem of your shirt. He parted from you to look at your face.

“Can I?” Miguel asked, wanting to make sure you were okay with this before he went any farther.

You looked at him for a few moments before making a decision, whispering out a small “Yes” to him. He took that as his green light and gently took your coat off first before moving to your shirt. He rolled the material up your body and over your head, helping you take your shirt off. Once you were topless in front of him, Miguel’s eyes scanned your chest. He muttered something quietly in Spanish before letting out a breathy sigh.

“Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?” He coos softly.

Your face burned up as you felt vulnerable in front of him, but when Miguel spoke, you slowly started to become more comfortable. A bashful expression appeared on your face as you just shook your head.

“Not entirely…”

Miguel hummed gently as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, reaching towards your back to unclip your bra.

“Well… I think you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met… every time I see you, it’s always hard for me to look away. Shit, baby, it’s even hard for me to look away in my dreams. I wouldn’t give it up for any other view… you’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart” Miguel spoke in between kisses to your face and lips while gently kneading your exposed breasts.

You couldn’t help but moan at his words mixed with his touch, kissing him back each time he placed a kiss onto your soft lips. Miguel couldn’t get enough of the sweet sounds you made, craving even more from you. His hands moved down to unbutton your pants, taking off every last piece of clothing on your body before leaving you completely naked in front of him. Miguel’s breath hitched as he looked at your body.

It was even better than he imagined in his dreams.

Miguel placed small kisses down your neck and collarbone until he made it to your breasts, gently kissing and sucking one while his hand toyed with the other. The sensation made you moan a little louder, biting down on your lip to contain yourself. Miguel seemed to take notice of this and removed his mouth from your nipple.

“You don’t have to be quiet, muñeca… it’s just us. I wanna hear your pretty moans.. god, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

As soon as he said that, his hands gripped your hips and he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Suddenly, he placed you on top of him as he laid down on the large table in the room. You could feel the tent in his pants right against your wet pussy, a low whine leaving your lips which caused Miguel to groan softly.

“Want you to sit on my face, querida… please…” Miguel begged softly, his hands still on your hips.

You let out a whimper at his request, reluctantly moving so your hips were directly above his face. You were hovering over him, not knowing what else to do. Miguel let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to wait any longer. He wanted to taste you… he had to taste you.

“You’re hovering, sweetheart. Lower your hips for me, ‘kay?” Miguel instructed, looking up at you from between your legs.

You looked down at him, slightly embarrassed from the position you were in. Regardless of how shy you became, you obeyed Miguel anyways, slowly lowering your hips a little.

“Is this g-“ Before you could even get your question out, Miguel’s mouth immediately attached to your clit.

You let out a loud gasp and moaned, Miguel’s tongue exploring your folds and licking up your juices. He let out a low growl that sent vibrations through your body, making you squirm and cry out.

“Joder, nena, sabes tan dulce… todo para mi~” Miguel moaned, his head moving up more to lick and suck on your clit again.

You whimpered as he sucked on your clit again, afraid that you would crush him if you moved your hips any lower. Miguel’s hands moved up to your ass and groped it tightly, his tongue poking your hole and sliding inside of you. The warm and wet feeling made your hands slam down on the table, trying not to drop your hips directly onto his face. Small pants left your mouth as his tongue fucked your hole and his nose brushed up against your sensitive clit, moaning as you kept your eyes shut tightly.

That’s when you felt Miguel’s hands grip your hips and his tongue slips out of your pussy, making you whine in response. You gasp as he pulls your hips down with such force, your eyes widening as you look down at him.

“Ay, Cariño, what did I tell you ‘bout the hovering? Stop hovering and sit on my face” Miguel scolded, spanking your ass as he goes back to licking and sucking your poor abused clit.

You cried out as you felt a new wave of pleasure form inside you, sobbing as he hit all of your spots with his mouth.

“Miguel~! Mig-“ You gasped, pulling his hair with one hand as the other stayed on the table for support.

But Miguel could care less if you suffocated him. Hell, he wanted you to. The sound of his name coming from your lips nearly made him cum in his pants right then and there. Every pretty noise that came out of your mouth was better than his dreams alone, not wanting you to stop. Miguel kissed and teased your clit more, savoring your taste as much as possible. His breath grew heavier and heavier as sweat trickled down his temples, burying his face in your pussy.

Miguel’s mouth left your clit with a small ‘pop’ as he re-entered his tongue inside your soaked hole, making you rut your hips against his face. The way his nose bumped your clit and his warm tongue stuffed inside you made your eyes roll back, your legs twitching already.

“God, don’t stop~ please don’t stop, Miggy~ feels s’good~” You begged pathetically, your shy demeanor now leaving your body.

Miguel moaned against you and spanked your ass hard once more, his fingers digging into your thighs. His own hips twitched against nothing as he listened to your pleads and moans, fucking you with his tongue relentlessly. With the way you begged so nicely for him to keep going, Miguel swore he could feel his precum seeping through his boxers and pants. How could he refuse you?

“Miguel-! I- I think I’m-“ You tried to warn him that you were close, your legs nearly giving out on you.

If it weren’t for Miguel’s large hands holding your hips up, you definitely would’ve collapsed on his face. But you were so desperate to cum, continuing to grind on his face as he licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. He caught his breath and looked up at you for a moment, his eyes dark and full of arousal.

“Go ahead, princesa… cum for me” Miguel moaned, going back to sucking your clit.

With just those words alone, the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out loudly as you came, chanting his name over and over again. Your legs shook and you nearly collapsed onto him, Miguel catching you just in time. He licked up every drop of your release, making sure to not let it go to waste. You whimpered as he continued to lick your sensitive pussy, becoming overstimulated from his tongue. Your hands pressed down onto the table to hold yourself up, catching your breath as you carefully crawled off of his face.

As you sat down on the table next to Miguel, he sat up straight and faced you, panting heavily. Your eyes widened as you saw his chin was soaked from your juices, a dark blush forming across your cheeks. Miguel noticed your face as he finally caught his breath, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“How do you feel?” Miguel asked, licking his lips and wiping his chin off with his coat sleeve.

A soft breath left your mouth as you looked at him, a sheepish smile forming on your face, “I feel… I feel like that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced..”

Miguel chuckled and leaned over to you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. You melted against him and returned the kiss, slowly pulling away to look at him.

“I’m glad I could make you feel like that… say, uh… our shift actually ended like… 10 minutes ago” Miguel spoke as he checked his watch.

Your eyes widened as you looked around for your discarded clothes, Miguel quickly grabbing them before you could get off of the table.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got it. Just sit for a little bit, catch your breath” He mumbled, putting your clothes back on for you.

Your chest fluttered as he did so, smiling at him in a loving way. Miguel noticed this and chuckled as he helped you put your panties back on.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing… I was just wondering.. do you wanna stay the night at my place?” You offered, moving your hips a little as Miguel clothed you.

Miguel grinned widely at the offer, placing a peck to your forehead and nodding.

“Of course, I’d like that… I’ll buy dinner for us on the way there. My treat for this” Miguel hummed, putting your shirt on and placing soft kisses to your knuckles.

Your smile widened as he said that, pulling him in for a kiss. Miguel wrapped his arms around you as he kissed you back, his forehead pressed against yours as you two pulled away. He helped you off of the table and the both of you made your way out of the building, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“Oh, by the way… I heard everything that happened with your co-workers. I was listening the whole time” Miguel admitted, looking over at you.

Your head whipped over to him, a surprised expression on your face. “You were-??”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I actually got promoted as a manager a few weeks ago, so…”

Your eyes widened as a small gasp left your lips. “Wait, so that means-“

“That means you won’t be having to deal with them for much longer. I know those assholes have been messing with you since you got here… plus, everything they said about you is wrong. You’re the best worker this place has to offer and those dickheads have been here longer than you have” Miguel responded to you, placing a kiss to your temple.

A grin formed on your lips as joy filled your chest, squeezing Miguel’s hand.

“Thank you, Miguel… that means everything to me.”

“Of course. I gotta make sure my girl is okay.”

You let out a laugh as he said that, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as you walked with him down the street.

“So, is that your way of saying I’m your girlfriend now?” You chuckled.

“Only if you want to be” Miguel answered with a smirk.

You gently smacked his shoulder with your other hand and scoffed playfully, earning a laugh from him.

“Of course I do, Miguel.”

“Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

[punkshort]

Christmas in the City

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: As if your holiday season couldn't get any worse, you get lost on your way to the first day of your new job. Lucky for you, a handsome and flirty stranger finds you on the verge of tears and walks you to your office building, turning your day around instantly.

Warnings: language, fluff, meet-cute, Narcos AU (I basically plucked out the character, stripped him of his DEA credentials, and gave him a different (but similar) job and home), cheesy hallmark vibes, flirting

WC: 2.8K

A/N: This story is inspired by a small thread I found on Twitter ages ago. A girl told a similar story, although there was no romantic element. If anyone recognizes this story can you send it to me so I can credit it?

Your day was turning out to be an absolute nightmare.

Washington, D.C. was still a big and foreign city to you, so it was hardly your fault. You mapped out the walk to work over the weekend, timed how long it would take you to get to your new job from your little apartment, but that was before the snow fell. Now, everything looked completely different and you lost your sense of direction almost immediately.

In the distance, through the mountains of snow pushed between the sidewalks and streets, you thought you saw the glow of a coffee shop you recognized, so you tucked your arms against your chest and pushed on, praying you were headed in the right direction.

It took a few minutes before the light changed and you were safe to cross the street. Seconds kept chipping away and you tried not to stress about the time. You had to resign yourself to the fact that you were going to make a horrible first impression on your boss and be late for your very first day of work at the F.B.I.

And although you knew it was out of your control at that point, you still felt tears sting your eyes when you approached the coffee shop and realized it was, in fact, not the one you recognized from your dry run over the weekend.

You wanted to blame it on the sharp winter wind that bit at your cheeks that made the first tears fall, but deep down you knew the truth. You were a stranger in a busy city about to start a job you had hoped you could make into a successful career, but with your poor planning and horrible sense of direction, you likely just ruined your chances at the position of a lifetime.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You whipped around at the deep voice behind you, but not before swiping quickly at the wet tears on your cheeks with your gloved hand.

"Oh," you breathed when you first laid eyes on the concerned bystander. For one brief moment, you forgot all your worries because the man was gorgeous. Tall and lean with beautiful, soft brown eyes and a prominent mustache decorating his lip, your handsome stranger had you temporarily forgetting your misery as you got lost in his eyes.

"Um, I'm fine," you insisted with a tremble to your voice once you blinked and snapped yourself out of your daydream.

"You sure? You look a little lost," he said with a furrow to his brow.

And maybe it was the stress from the morning that got to you, or maybe it was the looming cloud in the back of your mind reminding you this would be your first Christmas all alone without your family, but suddenly you couldn't stop the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks.

The man's eyes widened in surprise before he glanced around nervously. You buried your face in your hands, knowing you must have been smearing your makeup, but at that point you didn't care. Your day was already ruined.

"Come on, you're alright," he said soothingly. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you in the direction of the coffee shop. "You need something to warm you up, let's go," he added before swinging the door open for you.

"I-I'm already going to be so late," you protested, but he shushed you and pressed a hand against your middle back, giving you a gentle push inside the cozy café.

"If you're already late, what's another ten minutes?" he replied before approaching the counter and taking his gloves off. It was at that point you noticed he was dressed very nicely in an expensive looking three piece suit with a long, black wool overcoat. The only thing out of place were his clunky winter boots, and the sight actually managed to make the corner of your mouth turn up a bit.

"Two hot chocolates, please," he said before fishing out his wallet. Then he glanced back at you before adding, "and a blueberry muffin."

"Oh, you don't have to, I can pay for mine," you said, fumbling for your purse. He shook his head and swiped his card before you could say another word.

"Not a chance."

You smiled up at him, eyes still glistening with tears. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied before handing you your drink and muffin. "Well worth the five bucks to see you smile."

Your face flushed with heat from his kind compliment. You looked around the shop for a place to sit, hoping to hide your embarrassment for just a moment. The pair of you sat down at a table by the window and you took a deep, steadying breath before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a grateful sip.

"I'm Javier," he said, and with a smirk, he stretched his arm across the small table. Your face warmed again when you realized you hadn't even remembered to introduce yourself. You took his hand and shook it, telling him your name while silently marveling at how warm his hands were, despite the weather. He must have very high quality gloves, you thought.

"Well, thank you again, Javier," you said before splitting the muffin and handing him half. He smiled and plucked it from your fingers with a nod.

"You're welcome. Now, what's got you so sad this beautiful morning?" he asked. You laughed, glancing out the window at the anything but beautiful morning waiting for you outside.

"I'm supposed to start my new job today and I'm completely lost," you explained while picking at the muffin. "I just moved here and I'm not familiar with the city. I thought I knew my way to work, but I got turned around and I'm pretty sure I'm going to get fired, now."

Javier huffed and took a sip from his cup. "Where do you work?"

"The F.B.I," you said. If it weren't D.C., you were sure there would have been a stronger reaction to your place of employment, but the city was filled with people who worked for the federal government, so it was far from uncommon.

"Ah, I know where that building is," he said before wiping his mouth with a napkin and crumpling it up. "Why don't I walk you over? It's not far."

"Oh, no," you said with a shake of your head. "You're probably late for work, too. And by the looks of it, you're someone important."

Javier grinned and leaned back in his chair. The café was decorated for Christmas, garland and twinkle lights were wound around every ledge and window. When he looked at you, his eyes sparkled with their reflection, and it was impossible to ignore the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

"I'll be alright. It's not too far. C'mon," he said, standing after you finished your muffin. He stretched out a hand for you after pulling his gloves back on and you smiled before taking it and joining him.

"What did you get hired to do for the F.B.I?" he asked once you were back out on the busy sidewalk. He kept a tight hold on your hand, each of you still clutching your hot chocolate with the other. Anybody walking by might guess you were a couple based on how easily you leaned into each other as you dodged pedestrians from the opposite direction and the thought made you giddy.

"Oh, nothing exciting. Just a secretary for a higher level agent," you said with a shrug.

"Yeah? Nice guy?" he asked curiously. When you came to a stop at the corner, waiting for the light to change, you took the opportunity to look up at him once again. His cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, as well as the tip of his angular nose, and you found it incredibly endearing for some reason.

"I haven't actually met him," you admitted. "I only interviewed with Human Resources and the woman I was replacing. Can't imagine being almost thirty minutes late is going to leave a positive impression, though."

"Don't sweat it. If he's a reasonable guy, he'd understand. Besides, he'd be stupid to let you go," he said, eyes scanning you up and down with a teasing lilt to his voice. Your mouth dropped open the slightest bit, giving away your surprise when it occurred to you for the first time this guy might have actually been flirting with you. It was loud on the streets, the sounds of people talking and laughing combined with the road noise made it impossible to hear him chuckle, but the foggy exhale from his nose when he smirked told you he found your reaction amusing and hopefully adorable.

"You're being too nice," you warned him, then the light changed and you let him lead you across the street, his hand still tightly clutching yours. "You don't even know me. I could be a terrible worker."

"I doubt that," he scoffed before tugging your hand around a corner, leading you back north. It was around then you realized you would have been walking for an hour before you found the right direction.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

Javier grinned but kept his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"You were crying in the street about being late for a job as a secretary, sweetheart. You can be a secretary anywhere, right? So only thing I can think is you hate to let people down, which, to me, is an important quality in a good worker."

You laughed and held onto his hand a little tighter, pausing to toss both of your empty cups in the trash before continuing your snowy walk.

"What is it that you do, Javier?" you asked, dreamily looking up at him. He opened his mouth to answer but he was cut short by a man's panicked voice.

"Whoa, watch out!"

A courier bike has been racing down the street, and at the last second, jumped the curb to avoid getting hit by a taxi. You hardly had time to register the messenger's warning when a sharp tug came from Javier, who had pulled you out of the way without hesitation. You stumbled to the side, narrowly missing getting knocked over, and fell right into Javier's arms. Due to your momentum, he spun you both around so you wouldn't fall and in the blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the frosty glass storefront of a bakery with Javier accidentally pinning you with his body.

"Are you alright?" he asked breathlessly. You nodded, heart racing in your chest.

"Yeah. Shit. Thank you," you mumbled.

"Sorry!" came the distant apology from the bike messenger, already halfway down the block. Javier lifted his chin to scowl in his direction, allowing your brain a chance to catch up, and you immediately grew flustered when you realized the compromising position you were in. His body was firm and broad underneath his suit and coat. You could feel his strength even underneath all the layers between you. Glancing up, you saw his one forearm was braced above your head while his other hand had found a home on your lower back.

Your gaze traveled slowly up his torso, noticing for the first time your hands were clutching at his coat for dear life, a fact that added to the many reasons your cheeks felt so warm.

When Javier turned to look down at you, you could see the moment he realized how close you had become, but instead of growing shy, his eyes darkened and he swallowed tightly.

"You got a little-"

Javier released your waist and pulled off his glove with his teeth so he could swipe his thumb gently under your eye, fixing your smeared mascara from your earlier bouts of tears. Your eyelids fluttered from his careful touch and your breath got caught in your throat when you noticed the way his hand lingered on your face for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled his hand away and stepped backwards.

He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his thick, dark brown hair before shoving his hand back in his glove.

"Alright, trouble, we're almost there."

You blinked and nodded before forcing yourself off the window to join him. Your hand fidgeted at your side, wishing you had the guts to take his hand again, but much to your delight, Javier's fingers laced with yours after half a block, making you both smile shyly when you caught each other's eye.

"Any big plans for the holidays?" Javier asked you. You shook your head sadly.

"I just moved here and my family all lives in a small town outside of Albany," you explained. "If I do still have a job, I certainly couldn't ask for time off already. And if I don't, well," you laughed lightly and shook your head. "I don't exactly have the money to travel, so... quiet Christmas this year. What about you?"

"No big plans. I don't have much family, but the ones I do have are in Texas. Wasn't planning on traveling home this year, so... quiet Christmas for me, too."

You tried, you really did, to come up with the courage to ask for his number or give him yours. For the entirety of the walk to your building, you kept rehearsing things you could say: Maybe we can get together if we're both in town? I'd love to get you a hot chocolate to repay the favor... or something stronger. Ugh. Dumb. Hey, since I'm new around here and it sounds like we'll both have time on our hands, why don't you show me around? Nope. Too bold. Why don't you give me your number so I can let you know if I kept my job after all?

Yes. That was the one. Light hearted and kind of funny. But when you found yourselves standing outside the familiar looking building, moments away from saying your goodbyes, you chickened out.

"Well, thank you again," you said nervously. He dropped your hand and opened the front door to the lobby, holding it for you so you could walk inside. It was quiet in the expansive lobby due to the odd hour. Most employees had already arrived for the day and were somewhere in the depths of the building, along with a very likely irate HR recruiter wondering where you were.

"No problem, happy to help out," he said with a lopsided grin. You didn't even question why he was still walking with you towards the front desk, far too preoccupied with the fact you were going to lose your job before it even started. When you got close enough to the receptionist, she glanced up from her computer and gave you both a warm smile.

"Hi, good morning," you told her while clasping your hands on top of the tall counter. You gave her your name and the name of your HR recruiter, letting her know you were a little late and you had run into some trouble with the weather.

"Alrighty, give me one moment and I'll have Carly meet you to review your onboarding paperwork. I see you've already met Agent Peña - good morning, Javier," she added with a flirty smile in his direction. Your jaw dropped and you swiveled to your left but he was already calling the elevator a short distance away.

"Morning, Laura," he called, locking eyes with you for just a brief moment before the elevators dinged. You stood frozen in shock, unable to form a single thing to say when he added, "I better get upstairs. My new secretary's supposed to start today. It'd look terrible if I were late."

Javier stepped into the car and tapped a number along with a plastic ID card. His gaze found yours once more and she shot you a playful wink right before the doors slid shut, leaving you to your stunned silence.

"Is- is that..." you trailed off, still staring blankly at the closed elevator. "Is that the agent I'm assigned to?"

Laura had just set her phone down in the cradle. "Yeah," she said dreamily before glancing around the empty room and leaning forward. "Lucky girl. His other secretary was with him for ages. I heard when she announced her retirement, HR got, like, thirty internal resumes for the job," she giggled.

"Oh, wow," was all you could muster before the elevator reopened and out stepped Carly.

"Good morning!" she said cheerily. "Sorry to hear you ran into some tough weather but I'm glad you made it. Don't worry, Agent Peña just got here, too."

You still apologized profusely for your tardiness as you followed her onto the elevator, your mind and pulse racing at the sudden turn of events.

"He's very nice, I think you'll get along great," Carly added while watching the numbers above the elevator door.

"Yeah, I think so, too," you replied, trying to hide the excitement from your voice.

Maybe your first day wasn't going to be a complete nightmare, after all.

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[cocteaucherry]

another silly gojo thing I wrote with pregnant reader (I was inspired by Kali’s pregnancy announcement 🩷)

a/n- (I promise pt 3 of LTLM is coming out later today or tomorrow)

cw- pregnancy, talks of sexual situations, gojo being gojo :p

The day Satoru found out you were pregnant was a day you’ll never forget.

It was a freezing morning in January and you had just finished taking down the Christmas decorations (yeah it was a few weeks after Christmas but you both were lazy) you let out a huff wiping your hands as you stared at the old cardboard boxes that housed the glittery decorations, it made you feel more emotional than usual seeing yet another year pass.

You heard the door burst open and you turned to find your husband dragging in a bunch of wires and lights, “ six hundred twinkling lights taken down by your one and only!” He exclaimed, dropping the lights and using his foot to close the door, “you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard you on the verge of using Hollow Purple.” You said playfully as you gazed lovingly at your husband.

“What?! No! I was of course gonna take you out of the house first!” The blue eyed male chuckled as he walked towards you immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, “I think I deserve a kiss for my bravery and perseverance.” He hummed his hands running over the slight pudge in your stomach, “Do you really?” You peered up at his face to be met with a very shocked expression, you chuckled nervously staring at his over exaggerated face.

Gojo could tell something was off for the past few days, frequent bathroom trips, slight nausea in the morning and your missed period. (He might be the strongest but he’s not the smartest) and now your cursed energy was changing he sensed it when he walked in it was almost doubled. “I mean this is the BEST way possible, let me stress BEST, are you somehow maybe- just a little bit ermm.. pregnant?”

Your mind went blank at the question, “Maybe?” You shrugged your shoulders, “it would make sense..” your mind tried to calculate the last time you and Gojo were intimate but Gojo calculated for you, “Christmas.” He said his mouth was still wide open, “yeah , maybe wrapping myself like a present wasn’t the best idea.” You giggled and Satoru was quick to retort with a red face, “you practically had nothing on! You can’t blame me!” Gojo pouted, rubbing the back of his neck, “can we go buy some tests to confirm your theory?”

About seven tests later it was confirmed, you were pregnant.

Of course tears and hugs were shared and you wanted to share the news with your friends but Gojo stopped you claiming he wanted to see how long you both could go unnoticed, he also opted to buy a camcorder to track your happy moments. It was more of a nostalgia thing. (Even while you're pregnant he’s still dramatic.)

By the time you were breaching your second trimester a lot of things changed, for worse and better, the spare room in your house was converted into a full baby room, all constructed by gojo himself since he was terrified of you getting injured. The baby room was filled with expensive baby materials and toys, “Satoru.. are you sure this isn’t too much?” You stared at the room in disbelief, your hand stroking your bump, He grunted, placing a heavy box with more materials down, “What? Think I can go bigger?” He winked and opened the package.

“We don’t even know the gender yet? you yelled walking down the hallway to lay down.

Everyone in Satoru’s life knew something was up, he walked with more pep in his step and glowed even more than he already was.

“So does anyone know what’s up with Gojo-sensei?” Yuji questioned sitting on his bed, Kugusaki and Megumi on the floor visibly not listening. “Don’t know, don’t really care either.” Megumi deadpanned which earned a grin from Kugisaki, “Not sure Yuuji, have you tried asking his wife?” she asked, peering from her phone. “She hasn’t been around here in like months!” The pink haired boy exclaimed failing to connect the dots but Megumi did for him.

“Maybe she’s expecting.” He shrugged it off going back to type on his phone, “What?! You mean they-they-“ yuuji stuttered.

“Yuuji they are adults, plus it would make sense right after the holidays too. So she’d be about.."Kugisaki counted in her head, “second trimester?”

“You guys are taking this a little too well?!” Yuuji exclaimed, “oh Kugisaki and I made our own theory a few weeks ago-“

“And you didn’t tell me?!-“

Later that day you had a teary eyed pink haired teenager yapping at the door about how you didn’t tell him sooner.

[lina-linny]

summary: Your boyfriend Minho comes home after a busy week and just wants to relax.

words: 0,8k

genre: fluff

"Ok im not letting you cook ever again."It was the first sentence your boyfriend uttered after entering your shared apartment.

You had offered to cook for him despite your lack of cooking skills. Minho had had a stressful week. From photo shoot to video shoot to dance practice to interviews. He hadn't had much time to relax so you had thought about taking at least a little stress off him. You had cleaned the whole apartment, fed and bathed the cats and last but not least you wanted to cook dinner for him.

Even though it was a bit late, you knew that minho hadn't eaten yet. So you sent your boyfriend a message about two hours ago and asked what he would like for dinner. His crative reply "I don't care" didn't really help you. So you decided to go off on your own, go to the supermarket and pick out everything for his favorite meal.

It already started badly, as it was quite late and half of the ingredients you needed were already sold out. But instead of seeing this as a sign to simply go with ramen or take out, you decide to improvise. What could possibly go wrong?

Quite a lot, as it turned out. Because that's how you ended up here. In the large kitchen of your apartment. There were ingredients and bowls everywhere. Everything was dirty, including you, and the ingredients that had ended up in the cooking pot were burned.

You were on the verge of tears when you heard the door open. Which could only mean that your boyfriend was home. Minho came into the kitchen after some time and snorted when he saw you standing there in such despair.

"Ok im not letting you cook ever again Jagiya." You just glared at him. He came over to you and ran his hand over your hair to remove what you thought was a little flour. A long, blessed sigh escaped you and you wrapped your arms around Minho's torso. He buried his face in your hair, laughing.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled against his neck.

"I just wanted to cook something for you because your week has been so stressful..." he laughed softly at your apologies.

"You're sweet... What do you say I order us dinner, clean up your mess and you take a shower in the meantime?" You just nod, but don't move, not yet ready to give up your boyfriend's body heat.

He breaks away from you and starts to order food for the two of you on his cell phone.

"Thank you for trying... with the cooking Jagiya." He doesn't look up from his cell phone. Not even when he adds:

"But please do me a favor and never touch our kitchen again. Especially not with the intention of cooking something, otherwise you'll probably burn down the building." He laughs lightly as your lips curl into a pout.

"I hate you, Minho." You grumble and head to the bathroom, where you take a much-needed shower while your boyfriend cleans up your kitchen grinningto himself.

Just as you finish, you hear Minho taking the food delivery. Exhausted, you plop down on one of the chairs at the dining table and wait until minho places two plates of food in front of you. One for you and one for him. He sits down opposite you and pulls his plate towards him, which contains a little less food than yours.

Sometimes it's hard for minho to show or express what a person means to him and little things like that have always been proof that he cares about you. You smile as Minho immediately starts shoveling the food into himself.

"Does it taste good?"

"Yes," he replies curtly and goes back to eating. You start eating too and you both enjoy the silence that has settled over your apartment. After dinner, you get ready for bed, still in silence, until you and your boyfriend finally slip under the covers.

You lie quietly and relaxed next to each other and are almost caught up in a dream when you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around you.

"Thank you for always taking such good care of me and the cats." He whispers in your ear as he snuggles closer to you.

"And that you tried to cook... I really appreciate it all. I don't know what I would do without you." You turn into his embrace so that you can wrap your arms around him and that's enough for an answer. No words needed between you and Minho. Because you both know how deeply you care for each other.

You hear his breathing become more even and feel yourself relax more and more. The two of you snuggle together, nourished by each other's body heat, and soon drift off to sleep.

[l13]

oooh what kinks would miguel have?

cw: NSFW 18+, MDNI, lazy writing, f!reader, descriptive talk of kinks

❥ he's a service dom ALWAYSSSSS, he gets off on seeing you feel good/fall apart just from his touch. Would absolutely tease you till you're on the verge of tears- begging him to just make you cum already

❥ MARKING, omfg giving you hickies/bite marks and seeing them out of the bedroom gives him a massive ego boost- he loves knowing that HE was the one to do that to you. He tells the team to stop teasing you about it in a strict tone, but once he turns his back on them he grins, unable to hide his own satisfaction from seeing you marked like that<3 thank God they couldn't see Miguel's back 'cause they'd definitely lose their mind if they saw the scratch marks you'd left on his skin

❥ PRAISE, idc who's domming and who's subbing he WANTS to give/receive praise ALWAYSSSS absolutely loves being told that he's fucking you good- how good he makes you feel even if he's being rough. Loves panting praises against your chest as you ride him<33 "Tightest cunt I've ever fucking had-" "H baby yess- bounce that ass on me just like that, making me feel so good"

❥ boob jobs omfgggg HE LOOOVES THEM so much, small tits, big tits he doesn't CARE. he just wants to rub his cock aaaall over 'em and so he does. He's placed above your body with his thick thighs on either side of your stomach as you lay back- and he's hunched over, mouth open and panting as he ruts against your tits, grabbing the base of his cock to slap the head multiple times against your nipples, biting back a groan when he sees his precum staining your skin<3 you best believe he came all over them too

❥ spanking, doesn't even have to be to 'degrade' you, he just loves giving your ass a couple of slaps here and there, squeezing your flesh in his hand a second later, PUSSY slaps??? yeah yup

❥ lactation 🫢🫢 i feel like that brings a specific image in all of our heads and i don't even have to explain further. thank you for being here while i pass tf out

❥ light bondage (loves being on the receiving end) just letting you tie him up, no gag bc you love hearing his moans<33 loves loves being used/overstimulated by you, just give him a chance to turn into a complete whore for you:(( you'd be the only one to have witnessed the usual serious/stressed Miguel turn into a writhing mess, his hair sweaty, drool running down his chin as he whimpers and groans for you<3

[aly4khq]

- 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 -

- xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus -

word count: 736

you and xavier just had a little newborn baby a few months ago; a beautiful healthy baby girl. both of you agreed on the name luna, since she was born in the evening. she was born with xavier's lovely platinum hair and your eyes colour, the resemblance of both of you on her own gorgeous face. but the only downside to her is that she managed to inherit her father's stamina and your lack of sleep, which is the quite opposite of xavier. she had a lot of energy throughout the day and the night if you didn't make her work her little legs out during the sun's hours on the clock.

lately, since you are maternity leave, xavier's been working hard at the Headquarters, serving his purpose around Linkon City. every time he'd come back, it was a process of trying to get him to actually relax instead of showering, getting dressed — into his boxers and that's it — and going to bed. meanwhile, you've been with your baby; trying to help her walk, talk, not bang her head on every possible surface and keep her from attacking your hair. it was everyday that you were calling out for her name, holding her hand, prying her from things a 10 month old should be holding.

today she had a hospital appointment which required her to have 3 shots; two in one leg and one in the other. and the morning was already...hectic. "luna! look at me please." you called out, trying to wash her face in the bath, lightly holding her nape before using your hand to wash her face then lightly applying some soap. in those 5 seconds, she managed to pull away and push in one of your bath bomb. as you turned around, the sight of pink aggressive bubbles came to your mind. a long gasp erupting from your lungs as you threw the softer flannel in the bath before grabbing her out of the bath, "shit shit! lunaaa!!" you huffed.

now at the actual appointment, getting her checked in was another problem. "yes, her name is luna- LUNA! get back here!!- I'm so sorry." you apologised before running over to your baby, who was biting on some other babies toy, already fighting against them to get claim ownership. just like her daddy. your hands came under her armpits as you lifted her up onto your hips despite her protests, going back to the receptionist before finally getting into the waiting room. xavier agreed to meet with you at the actual waiting room so it was fine for you to wait. and you couldn't even explain the amount of stress that dropped from your shoulder once you saw the door open and your man come through. his voice soft and quiet as he came to sit next to you to, greeting you and d/n with a kiss on the forehead. "hi love!" "hi xav!" "gaga!"

screams and yells filled the room as the first two needles went into your daughter's skin, her hands grasping your hair with a deadly force as your tried to comfort the poor girl. "ow- okay luna baby i understand- OW! what the fuc?-" another ear piercing scream filled your ears as you closed your eyes and relaxed, xavier's hands slowly came around d/n holding her before the doctors came around to do the last one. your eyes met his as his hand went to her back, rubbing softly before using his soothing voice to calm her before bracing for the screams.

for once, she had managed to sleep in your arms after tiring herself out with her own yelling, so it was easy to put her into the backseat in her car seat. after you put her there, you went to stand when xavier grabbed your waist. he pulled you into his chest before kissing your hair. you were on the verge of just bursting out in tears, "xavier?" he softly scratched your scalp before ruffling your hair, "let it out. i know you're stressed." it's been ages since you've been about to put your guard down and rest for yourself without feeling weak. so you did just that.

he wishes to be with you all the time and help you enjoy your day without being so tense and busy. no fault to your child, she was still growing and exploring her environment but every mother and father and guardian knows how stressful a child who is in between a newborn and toddler is. "you're so strong, the strongest mother around. it's alright to cry around me, after all you're my first baby." you had just finished crying, wiping your tears but that speech made you sob again, hugging him tighter, "i love you so much..", "i love you even more."

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"baby please just listen- oh my gosh why do i bother-" the sounds of your son screaming and yelling interrupted your desperate attempts of trying to get him to get ready for sleep; his small figure running around the room as he continued to disobey and ignore your efforts. your duvet was half open, kindly waiting for both of you to finally lay your heads down and fall asleep on the soft material. but at this rate you might as well just prepared your bed for the morning and give up. "nix? can you come here please?"

for the last few weeks, zayne had been occupied with piles or work at the hospital and due to that amount of work he had been scheduled to night shifts and day shifts that were scattered throughout the following weeks. he'd go at night around 6pm, do whatever he needs while you deal with your child, then around 8am he arrives back. but for his sake of health, he sleeps until it's time to wake up again and head off to work — of course eating and working out whenever he has the time or he'll stuff it in sometime. to your despair, he didn't get to witness the dreadful experience of trying to get this reckless son of yours to shower, brush his teeth, get dressed and actually get inside the bed and sleep without talking for 2 hours.

luckily, tonight wasn't only you to suffer with these tantrums. zayne was finally given a day shift which meant that he'd be coming home at night and sleeping with you two. and when i mean coming home soon, i mean in 30 minutes. at this time, both of you should've been deep asleep but it was a case of '5 more minutes!', 'i'm not tired!', 'where's daddy?' your hands held your cheeks in a clear sign of exhaustion. dealing with such an active child was too much. he's only 4 years old...he's only 4— you were just like this when you were 4 __ remember.."

you sat down on the bed, his t-shirt and pyjama pants were held in a deadly grip as your heart pounded again your chest in a desperate manner for him to go to bed. just as you watched him run around in circles and yell about non existent things that you could have swore you've told him aren't even real. "nixxxiee, come on-" another ear piercing scream came from his lungs as he faced you in a mocking way. as a mother, you'd always try and deescalate the situation but your breaking point was only so durable.

"NIX!! come over here and stop screaming for God's sake!" his clothes laid beside you as your figure stood from the bed, glaring at him from across the bedroom; your mind was throbbing so hard that you could barely even hear the sounds of the front door open. the footsteps way too quiet to help your body relax or realise who had finally come home. your rage was too loud in your mind to the point where you had burst, your son stared at your wide-eyed, a confused look on your face. your tongue poked your cheek as your hands came to your hips, a foot tapping against the floor. "just wait until your father comes home. i'll tell him everything you've done in the past 15 minutes. trust me!" you scoffed, annoyed.

it was silent for a little, the only sound being your heavy pants. your finger pointed at him but his words just infuriated you further. "i don't want to tell him 15 minutes." your eyes narrowed, turing to understand whatever he was trying to say before he erupted into laughter. he was literally pulling on your last nerve, toying with it like it was a little car he was given from zayne or you. "nixie, my dear son, please just put your pyjamas on." your whines were clear enough, but he was too busy being silly to understand your stress. "oh my fucking gosh...NIX!-" the bedroom door opened and your saviour walked in, suddenly hearing the yelling. "woah, what's going on? it's 8:30."

you sat down, holding your face as your son ran around the room which a grin on his face. your body shivering at every shaky breath you took from your amount of anger. zayne's quick eyes instantly picked up on your body language: slumped shoudlers, trembling hands and legs, breaths that seemed a little bit too out of order. he placed his bag down before sitting beside you, "what's wrong? why are you upset?" your eyes met his glossy eyes, trying to speak to him with you face instead of speaking. a frown on your face instead of your usual cheerful smile, "i can't do this anymore. it's too much just to get him to bed and then once he actually listens and goes to bed, he doesn't sleep. and then i'm tired, and he's tired in the morning. then the school calls and- ugh.." your hands grasped at the locks of your hair; tugging slightly before sighing at the sensation. but before you could even understand what you were doing, another pair of gentle hands came on top of yours, taking them off of your scalp with ease. "alright—hey, let's not do that. how about i get him ready and you just rest?"

as much as that idea soothes every single knot in your muscles and headache, there was a slight pang of guilt in your chest. he'd just been working for a good shift, wanting to come home to sleep but had to deal with his son alone? "but..it's unfair zayne." as your sentence continued, the pitch lowered to a melancholy tone. but instead of both of you wondering what to do with your son, zayne laid you nicely into the bed; basically tucking you in before chuckling. his hands caressing and softly holding your head as he kissed your temple, "i'll be alright baby, believe me i've dealt with way worse children before." as soon as your head relaxed against the pillow, you were out like a light; leaving zayne to take over and deal with his son's behaviour.

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your little 3 year old daughter was a carbon copy of rafayel; your genes didn't even fight back at all. even though you did all the work, he managed to give her his looks which made then twins. she had beautiful purple hair which grew pretty long along with his soft eyes. now, one thing about this man is that he spoils like daughter like crazy. everytime he had gone shopping or anything, he'd buy something for you and her as well. no matter how expensive or difficult to get it was. she looked up to him and you so much that whenever she did anything bad she would cry because she hated being yelling at. that's the only thing she got from you.

lately, you've been dealing with more bad days than good which someone rafayel had picked up on. after retaining this information, as your husband and father of your child decided to help you get a week off at work and gave tou as many spas, massages and take out you needed. he even took d/n to school every day and to her clubs, which you of course loved to attend. she loved sport and giving you attitude — which wasn't that bad since she knew when enough was enough. even though these past few weeks it's been mostly stress, you felt slightly weird finally not having to wake up at the same time of the sun and start working.

being married to a filthy rich man is crazy nice with his card as well. rafayel has been with her all day, as you went out to give yourself a day to yourself where you can think without anyone in your ear and breathe. it was lovely, enjoyable and you had come back after dealing with other people. you loved today...until you came home. once you entered the door, rafayel was preparing dinner while mira was in the sitting room..but she wasn't doing anything that was acceptable. after greeting rafayel with a kiss, you turned around to greet your daughter. you gasped, seeing the amount of paint on her hair and her face. "mira! what are you doing?!"

now, her hair was slightly thick and curly which obviously was absolutely beautiful but getting things out of her hair was a different type of pain. she looked at you like you grew two heads, her eyebrows risen with her arms crossed, "nothing! go away!" rafayel had also turned around seeing your instantly changed expression go from happy and excited to angry and confused. with an annoyance huff and scream, your hands covered your face as your went down and balancing on your ankles, "oh my fucking gosh.." you murmured, two hands engulfing you in a hug where you could feel the familiar chest of your husband.

"hey hey- i'll get it out don't worry." he tried to comfort you, hearing your stress filled mumbles in his chest. your body tensing was enough to give him all the melancholy that you were feeling as well. his gaze suddenly went to your daughter, his eyes held slight anger but also sadness because he didn't want to hurt your daughter as well and have both of his girls crying. "mira go to the bathroom please i'll be there in a second-" you interrupted him, standing up with the intentions of wanting to help instead, "no no it's alright. i'll do it. i've gone through this before as a child and i know what to do." as much as he knew absolutely nothing about paint in your type of hair and how to properly wash his daughters hair without any reminder, you still had rage in your body. "okay wait, let me stop the cooker and i'll be there to...supervise!"

meanwhile in the bathroom with you and mira, the amounts of yelps and screaming matches you both have exchanged was too high to count. "mira! stay.still!" you huffed, and she did the same before yelling back, "you! gentle!" all of them being resolved by rafayel in the end, "okay!— okay guys. let's just calm down!" he begged for the umpteenth time, his hands hovering over her nearly finished hairdo. your own expression upset and angry, both of you replying with the same words. "i am calm!" after a few minutes longer, rafayel decided to just take over, kissing your forehead and laying you down in bed with a face mask on. "this is your week to relax, stop stressing out." he reprimanded, brushing your hair out of your face before going back to attend to his dreadful sight of his daughter's hair. the only sound after that was now rafayel taking to her and the soft droplets of water from the shower.

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sylus and you both had beautiful baby twins; a girl and a boy who were just as similar to you too as the others were. the girl, syia— which came from sylus's name — looked just like him coincidentally. her beautiful misty white hair and her deep red eyes complimented her well yet her complexion was more of a darker tone. meanwhile, your son, samien, — which was a name that you've been wanting to call your future son for ages — looked like you. he matched with your darker coils of hair, and his beautifully coloured eyes. they were the best children you could as for.

TIME SKIP DOWN THE LINE — it's their 10th birthday the second biggest milestone of their birthday lifetime after their 1st. both of them had grown to dislike the others hobbies and be completely opposites if they could be. if syia wanted to have a blue theme birthday, samien would want an orange themed one instead. so this is what you dreaded on every plan. one thing that they've inherited is sylus's need to get what he wanted which had added onto the stubbornness that they got from you making it extremely hard to solve any argument in between the troublesome twins. which is where we are in the present day!

"no! it's better to have a red birthday because read is prettier than a pink themed birthday!" samien argued back at his sister, not only being insulting but using his hands to push her away from his face. syia retaliated, pulling his hair with aggression. "it's basically the same thing idiot! you had your amazing blue themed birthday last year where i had to agree to!" hearing them both attack the other one, you went out to scold her for that language before stopping and gasping at what samien replied with. "you're such a bitch!" your head peaked out from the bedroom upstairs with an angry expression. "hey! both of you, cut it out. and i don't want to hear that language either." scoldingly, your finger pointed at the two of the rascals.

syia finally scoffed before sighing and slouching her head, "okayy mum...i'm sorry-" just as you went to sigh and web then for a second time, samien interrupted you harshly. "shut up! you're a bitch too!" the tension in the atmosphere grew intensely as the two girls stood still in disbelief where as the boy stood there in rage and smugness. his hands on his hips as he went to mock you. rage growing in your body as you grunt your teeth. "yeah, exactly—" he paused. all of you did. the scenery sudden went dark and mysterious as an uneasy feeling filled the air. a presence that you knew a little too well due to the fact that it was—

"sylus!" you exclaimed, happily smiling at your husbands arrival. the look on his face wasn't definitely not pleased at all, matter of fact even you knew that look and how badly it scared you when he had it on his face. his footsteps were heavy against the marble floor as he strolled over to his son with his hands in his pockets and a rough gaze on him. "...sylus..?" you called out for a second before your smile turned to a frown as you stared at syia. "what did you say?" sylus spoke, his voice heavy with disgust and his finger tapping against his trousers. "um..i- ow!" he grasped samien's hair before tugging slightly. your mom senses kicked in, you quickly skipped over to sylus holding his arm that was holding s/n's hair tightly. your eyes widening. "okay! that's enough!"

"what did you say samien." he repeated again, his voice filled with displeasure and frustration as samien groaned out in anger and pain. syia just chuckled to herself as you stressed out with the two boys, your own hand going up to grab sylus' hair before pulling as well. after he hissed at the pull, he caught your wrist, letting the poor boy go. "i'm not going to repeat myself." your own spine shivered at his tone as you stared at s/n begging that he'd respond. "...i called her a bitch—hey!" sylus lightly hit the side of his head; not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to keep his attitude in line. "you'll treat your mother with respect and that's all you'll treat her with. i don't want to hear that language again. do you understand me?" in a hurry, he responded, "yes dad..!"

after the tension died down a little and sylus finally pulled his gaze away from him, he turned to you. meanwhile, you were attending to your son's scalp— it was completely fine but you were against it — "sylus! you didn't have to pull him so hard! he's red!" you complained, hitting his shoulder. "no he isn't." once you turned around, sylus grabbing your waist before pulling you up and threw you over his shoulder. your legs kicked as you yelled out loud. samien and syia laughing horribly at your terrified situation. "sy-LUS! oh my gosh! let me down!" he chuckled, deep from his lungs before walking upstairs in his basement, still speaking to the two children downstairs. "both of you will have a red and pink birthday, it's gonna be mixed around so deal with it. and no complaints or i'll cancel the whole thing off." he narrowed his eyes at the two behind him before shutting your bedroom doors behind you two.

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date made: 19-21/08/24

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[impactedfates]

Hi hi I'm feeling so cruel right now >:]

So uuuh HCs for DH[IL], Jingyuan, Blade and Welt reacts how does their child [reader] dies... Like imagine how reader dies is like how the Genshin Playable characters die [they dusted away]

Please feed me a n gst

—🫶🏻 Anon

★ A/N: The way the reader dies reminds me of how one of my ocs species dies lmao. Hopefully this is up your ally :))

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial + Angst

★ Format: Bullet Pointed HeadCannons (It kinda turned into a mini story I think-)

☆ Warnings: Mentions of Death (Readers)

★ Extra: Adopted reader in all // Reader is under 12 for Dan Fengs, and in their teens for the rest // Giving Jing Yuan more of a sad life/hj // Wrote this in WellBeing class lmao // Characters may be OOC

Dan Feng as a High Elder doesn’t always have the time to really see you. Sure when he first adopted you he did spend a good chunk of his time with you but eventually his duties caught up.

He appointed someone to look after you. Someone that you knew and that he knew. Someone trustworthy.

So when he came back to his home early one day, the house dead silent. He grew worried. He called out to the person, to you. But there was no response.

He walked to your room, perhaps the both of you fell asleep. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But all he could witness was dust covering your room. And the man no where to be seen.

He knew instantly where that dust came from, he was quick to search for him. Found him hiding thinking he could get away, unaware that Dan Feng would be home early, unaware Dan Feng would catch him.

The man he had trusted to protect you, was the same man who ended the life you should’ve continued to have.

Dan Feng was quick to throw the man in the Shackling Prison, praying to whatever Aeon that can hear him that he gets what he deserves.

He collected as much of the dust that was still in his house, the last thing that he had of you. And carefully placed them in a jar.

Many question the High Elder why he holds a jar of dust so dearly to him, and all those times he refuses to answer. Not wanting to break down in front of the other Vidyadharas.

It was only a mission, a mission he sent you and Yanqing on. He had thought there were only a few Mara struck soldiers that had to be defeated.

He had wondered why Yanqing slowly entered the Seat of Divine Foresight without you. He had wondered why Yanqing was breathing rapidly and on the verge of tears.

Jing Yuan comforted Yanqing before asking about your whereabouts. Perhaps you were getting snacks after a successful mission? Yanqing could only try to explain in a shaky voice, clearly startled and upset.

But why would he be upset? You were his adopted sibling and was usually so kind to him. You wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him?

Yanqing tried his best to explain, stuttering over his words and needing to take a few deep breaths, the General listened carefully.

…Ambush? Well…Jing Yuan supposed he made an error in that. He only thought there were a few. Wow, if you and Yanqing didn’t know about that then you could’ve been caught off guard and…

Oh!

Oh…

Jing Yuan quickly connected the dots, he slowly held Yanqing closer, witnessing his own sibling fall to the hands of the Mara struck then be faced with dealing with the remaining enemies…he couldn’t imagine the stress.

A ceremony was held in your honour. Your dust already gone away like the wind so your memories will follow as he sends multiple starsciff at with gifts.

But he’ll always remember, he’ll remember the regret he felt that he couldn’t do anything nor could he have seen that an ambush would occur.

He wished he could’ve done something.

Are you dumb or something??

Blade could’ve taken that hit. Why’d you have to take it!?

He would’ve been fine. He wouldn’t been okay, a relief would’ve washed over him even though he knew he’d survive.

So then why did you have to take the hit that was meant for him, and leave him in a state of rage?

He quickly disposed of the pests that caused your demise, before trying to check on you. But all he could do was watch as your body dusts away.

He tried his best to grab any dust he could but most went with the wind. All he could do was stand there questioning why you would do that.

He said he’d protect you. Everyone else in the Stellaron Hunters were busy so he had to take you with him when he did his part. Yet it ended with you gone.

There was a small ceremony for your disappearance from the earth. Elio as much as he may not want too, he continued sending people on missions however allowed Blade to opt out of them he could properly mourn.

Blade still wonders why you decided to save him when he would’ve been fine, he wonders if he’d be able to save you if he noticed the enemy creepy behind him.

It was just a small argument. Welt felt bad but allowed you to storm off. You’d return eventually anyways. You’d return once dinner was ready back at the express, you knew what time that was.

But you never did return did you? Welt had thought long and hard and was ready to apologise for his words yet you weren’t back yet? Did you get dinner then go to your room?

He went to check, your room was the exact same you left it.

Did…anyone see you come back? He questioned the members of the express. None have seen you.

Finally he grabbed his coat and cane and went to look for you. Went in the direction you went and searched. As he walked his foot stepped in something. Looking down confused, his eyes widened.

Golden Dust. Dust that he knew belonged to you. Dust that told him you were gone.

And he wasn’t able to tell you he was sorry.

Welt is silent as he walks back, he let the wind take your dust elsewhere. A place he hopes you’d be happy in.

He was quiet but able to tell the express what happened. Each of them holding a small funeral for you. They kept your room intact, filled with things you loved before locking it. That room will no longer be filled with warmth but will soon grow cold.

Welt drew a picture of you, keeping it safe with him. And despite how it may seem that eventually he was over your death. He could never be.

Not until he was able to apologise for the argument.

But that won’t happen anytime soon now will it?

This was actually rlly fun to write!! Especially in well-being haha. This was meant to be posted yesterday but something came up so here it is now haha.

Might've missed some warnings, so as always. Please inform me if I did.

[arsenalsrusso23]

twins?!

warnings: little bit of angst and tooth rotting fluff :)

a.russo

when alessia arrived home from training she was excited to have a quiet night in with you, her five and a half month pregnant fiancé, ordering take out and slumming it on the couch.

as she entered the apartment the two of you shared, she found it strange how you didn’t come and greet her like you usually would.

“babe?” alessia called out into the eerily quiet apartment “baby?” as she entered your shared room she heard a faint response.

“in here less” as she walked into the conjoined bathroom she found you sitting on the floor clutching your stomach.

“baby are you okay?” she squatted down beside you and ran her hand through your hair.

“I think something is happening with the baby” I said through a wince as a sharp pain ran through my body.

alessia placed a kiss to my sweaty forehead and gently picked me up and brought me to our bedroom murmuring that we should call a doctor.

as she placed me on the bed she ordered me to lift my arms as she whispered how much she missed me into my ear and changed me into one of her hoodies.

“let me take your pants off my love” she bent down as I lifted my hips, she slid them down my legs and went to find me something comfortable. but suddenly a searing pain took over my abdomen, causing me to panic.

“ah” I winced and held my stomach “what? what’s wrong babe?” alessia was quick to my side and held her hand over mine, the one on my stomach.

“less it really hurts, somethings wrong” alessia was quick to try and help me into a pair of tracksuits when she paused, all of the colour draining from her face.

“fuck” she stared wide eyed and was in shock to how much blood there was between my legs, taking one look at my face she knew she had to act quickly. she sprung to her feet and scooped me up in her arms bridal style and made her way down the stairs as fast as she could, trying her hardest not to fall, especially with you in her arms.

“im gonna drive us to the hospital alright lovie?” I didn’t respond due to how dizzy and light headed I was, already disoriented from the blood loss, not knowing what was going on.

she yanked the front door open as best she could with you in her arms and snatched her keys that she had only put on the hook not even five minutes ago and booked it to her car.

once she rounded the car to the passenger side door she placed you on your feet, she yanked her hoodie off and opened the door, placing it on the seat. she wrapped one arm around you to keep you steady. after gently helping you down and into the seat, she ran around to the driver’s side opening the door and jumping in.

she quickly got her phone out to text her mum but as she looked over to you and saw how pale and disoriented you looked she opted to calling her instead, she quickly started the car and connected her phone.

alessia slammed on the accelerator and was breathing heavily and her fingers were shaking, reaching for the screen and clicking on her mothers contact. she was terrified. terrified from the stress of you not being okay or, possibly not making it. she rapidly shook her head to get rid those horrifying thoughts.

“c’mon mum, please pick up” she repeatedly choked out. when her mum finally answered she breathed a sigh of relief “mum? mum i don’t know what to do”she stumbled out. she continued, babbling something was wrong with you and the baby and to meet the two of you at the hospital.

“alright, lessi, slow down everything will be okay, i will make my way there now. I’ll be as quick as i can okay sweetheart?” her mum tried to soothe. alessia hurriedly mumbled out an agreement and promptly hung up.

alessia stole a glance at you, reaching out her hand to hold yours, to try and stabilise herself and you. a tear fell from her eye as she started to try and talk to you but you were on the verge of unconsciousness and weren’t responding, and that made her even more worried and upset. she bit her lip and focused on the road, only a few minutes from the hospital.

once she found a park in the emergency section, she quickly shut the car off and fumbled with her door handle muttering a “fuck sakes”.

once she opened the door, she rushed around to the passenger side and almost ripped the door off its hinges. “babe? baby we’re here, it’s gonna be alright, okay?” she whispered into your hair as she walked to the door with you in her arms. “lessi?…” you mumbled out weakly trying to lift your arms to reach for her face, but everything was blurry and you couldn’t focus on anything.

“you’re okay, you’re okay babygirl” she said as she made eye contact with a nurse who rushed to pick up the phone, alessia guessed to call a doctor, she hoped. she guessed correctly as a women in purple scrubs rushed out from the double doors and asked alessia to follow her through to a room, while asking her what was wrong.

“yes, hi please help her. she’s my fiancée and she’s five and a half months pregnant and she’s bleeding a lot. as soon as i saw the blood I rushed her here.” alessia placed you onto the bed while the doctor said some things she didn’t know the meaning of to the nurses.

the doctor ordered for an ultrasound, which alessia knew what that was as she never missed an appointment with you for the baby. she held your hand as you winced as the doctor squeezed the cold gel onto your stomach, alessia’s eyes flicked between watching the screen and the doctors face, and she could tell by the doctors facial expression, something was really wrong.

“go go go everyone! OR 5 is open, call doctor richard’s for an emergency cyst removal!” the nurses started scrambling to get you out of the room, one of them having to hold alessia back as she tried to follow you and the nurse having to explain what was going on.

just as you were leaving the room, alessia’s parents and brother luca and his wife arrived, they watched you get wheeled away in shock.

alessia was yelling at this point, with tears streaming down her face at the prospect of not knowing what was going on and the fact you might not make it. her family quickly made their way over, alessia only now realising their presence and fell into her mothers arms.

her mother and luca’s wife sat her down in the chair that was already in the room and were comforting her, while her father and brother spoke to the nurse.

“there was so much blood mum” alessia broke down, with her mother hugging her and shedding tears of her own.

“she is a strong girl lessi, she’s going to pull through, I know it.”

the nurse suggested waiting in the emergency surgery waiting room, as updates on you and the baby would be given faster there.

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after filling out the necessary paperwork, alessia was now pacing, back and forth from one wall to the other, stressed out of her mind.

her family had tried to convince her to sit down and try and relax, but she was in her own head, so many thoughts scrambling through it.

she finally sat down as her father basically dragged her into the seat, but that only caused her to start bouncing her leg and chewing on her finger nails, a bad habit she had when she was really nervous.

you had tried to get her to stop, but it was no use. she fiddled with her engagement ring that you both went to pick out after she had proposed, she didn’t get one at the same time that she got yours, in case you were to say no.

she was embarrassed when you asked about it that night while you were both in bed, recovering from celebrating together. she had told you her reason, and you responded “you were stupid to think I would say no.”

she smiles, remembering that night fondly and she honestly couldn’t imagine you not in her life.

her gaze suddenly snapped up from her ring as the sound of a door opening was heard, and a doctor dressed in scrubs and a cap walked through them.

she almost flew out of her seat and immediately asked if you were okay “ms russo, the surgery was a success. we removed a large cyst from ms y/l/n’s uterine wall. i am happy to say she and both your baby boys pulled through.”

as alessia listened to the doctors words she felt the tension in her shoulders dissipate, but the end of his sentence had her in shock.

“what do you mean both babies?” she asked, super confused and mostly in shock.

it was now the doctors turn to look confused “your babies? ms y/l/n is pregnant with twins. did you not know?” he replied.

“I was with her in every appointment, the doctor there showed us the screen and there was only one baby?”

“baby b had been hiding behind baby a, as he is smaller.”

alessia didn’t have much time to process the fact that you both went from having one baby to two and was dumbfounded that the doctor and both of you had not seen a second one on the previous ultrasounds.

she rapidly nodded when the doctor asked if she wanted to see you, turning back to her family who told her to come and get them when you both were ready.

as she was following the doctor he explained your condition to alessia “she is awake and talking, she just kept asking for you to tell the big news about both of your babies.”

that put a smile on alessia’s face. that she was the first one you asked for. hearing ‘babies’ instead of ‘baby’ was going to take some time getting used to, but she definitely could. in reality she was over the moon. she had expressed to you a couple times how she wanted three or four kids, and now you were pregnant with twins.

the doctor stopped outside a door and gestured to her that this was your room. alessia didn’t waste any time and practically shoved the door open.

as soon as she looked over towards you, you both made eye contact. alessia took in the sight of you and almost burst into tears, there you were, sitting in a hospital bed with a smile on your face, looking as beautiful as ever. you gave a warm wave that prompted alessia to finally move in your direction.

as she got closer to the bed the tears started forming in both of your eyes. you held your arms out to her for a hug and she immediately fell into your arms, being mindful of your stitches and how much of her weight she was putting on you.

“oh my love..” she choked out into the crown of your head, she pulled back from the embrace but only far enough for her to hold your face in her palms and rub her thumbs over your cheekbones.

you had tears in your eyes as well, you reached up to hold her hands that were still on your face. you both leaned in and shared a tender kiss, it was full of love and relief to be reunited again.

“we’re having twins, and they’re both boys!” you pulled back only far enough to say those words.

alessia had a lovesick smile on her face as she nodded and pecked your lips multiple times.

“I don’t think I can express how happy I am, not only that we are going to have two babies, but that you’re still here with me as well. god, I was so scared when they started wheeling you away.” she managed to choke out and confess.

“I’m so sorry lessi, I didn’t mean to scare you. I love you so much, and I’m so excited to start this new chapter with you” you said with a soft smile.

“god we are gonna have to buy two of everything now, fuck, I don’t even want to think about the price.” she nervously chuckled, scared for her bank account.

“and now we have to come up with two names, instead of just one” you giggled, and oh, alessia couldn’t describe how happy that made her, hearing your laugh again.

“my family are here, are you okay if they come in to see you?” alessia explained and asked.

“of course, let me get a few more of these first though” you both giggled as you practically yanked her back down for a slow, and love filled kiss that you both were smiling into.

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the next few months went by in a flash, you were massive now, not that alessia would say anything as she would probably have her head bitten off by you.

every minuscule thing would set you off at this point in the pregnancy, getting mad that alessia was too hot at night and making you overheat. or the fact that you thought she didn’t give you enough attention, even though she is with you almost twenty three hours of the day.

you were now only due in a week, but that week couldn’t come quick enough for you. you were sick of being pregnant now, the sickness, the lack of movement, needing to piss every 10 minutes - everything.

it was a cosy tuesday night, alessia had already told arsenal that she would be on maternity leave for as long as needed. you were both cuddled up in bed, alessia spooning you from behind. you groaned as you felt the need to pee again, so did alessia when you moved to get up. she was almost asleep.

you quickly went to the toilet and as you were washing your hands you felt a bursting sensation and then a wet one. as you looked down you let out a shriek at the sight of your joggers soaked.

alessia had sprung out of bed at the noise, still on edge after the hospital scare. as she approached you she took in your soaked joggers and looked up to your face and in that moment she knew she was about to become a mother.

“oh my god” she whispered. and just like that she was in full panic mode, telling you to get ready while she quickly threw on a matching set and rushed around the house like a mad women.

you had both decided to move out of your apartment when the lease was up, deciding that a house would be a better option for your growing family.

alessia had just finished triple checking the hospital bag when you came down the stairs, ready to have two little ones.

“are you ready baby? do you have everything you need? can I get you an-“ you cut her off with a sweet kiss.

“clam down less” you chuckled “we have some time, my contractions are twelve minutes apart.” in all of her rush she completely forgot to time your contractions.

alessia sighed “I’m sorry, i’m just nervous - but also really excited!” you were both quick to smile at her words.

“god I can’t wait for this to be over, my back is killing me” you groaned. alessia spun you around so your back was pressing into her front and put her hands under your bump.

“I can help with that” she placed a loving peck on your cheek and almost effortlessly lifted both of your children, still in your belly.

you sighed out in relief and sagged against her, the feeling of pain in your back being temporarily gone.

“I love you so, so much my girl” alessia was whispering in your ear all the things that you needed to hear in that moment.

“I love you, thank you for everything” you replied back, just as you did a strong contraction hit and you were almost doubling over in pain.

“fuck, less I think it’s time to go.” alessia gently lowered your bump back down and rubbed your back through your intense contraction.

“I’ll quickly put everything in the car and we’ll go” alessia rushed to throw everything you would both need at the hospital into the car.

she helped you walk out the front door after locking up and help you get comfortable in the car, turning your heated seat on in advance as it was a chilly night in north london.

once alessia made sure everything was in the car she quickly connected her phone to she clicked on her mums contact.

you had met alessia in college, deciding that moving to America was the best choice in becoming more independent. you got in with a scholarship for the football program and you both hit it off.

alessia, being nervous as ever stumbled her way over to you in the empty dressing room, after you had just played a match and was a stuttering mess.

“hey! um hi, I was just wondering - cause you know um or not that lotte— shit. um do you want to come to my dorm for dinner? as a date? or not! it doesn’t have to be a date, but do you? do you want to go on a date with me?”

you quickly agreed, maybe a bit too quickly. you both were just as nervous as each other. alessia had told you that lotte was somewhere else studying. she cooked you dinner and you both watched a movie.

you both lost track of time and it ended up being too late to go home, so you stayed the night.

after a few more dates and another nervous speech from alessia, you began dating. eight years is pretty impressive, she proposed to you after she won the euros and you celebrated all night with each other and her england teammates and family.

your family lived back in Australia and when you had decided to move to the UK after college and signed with Arsenal, you got really close with her family, even though she was in manchester, you made it work.

alessia’s family loved you, they were the best people ever and you couldn’t ask for better future in laws.

you had expressed to alessia and her mum that you wanted her there in the delivery room, as you were hoping for a natural birth, with an epidural.

your plans changed when you found out you were having two babies, you opted for a c-section instead of pushing two whole humans out of you.

which means alessia’s mum unfortunately couldn’t be in the room with you during the procedure.

“mum? y/n’s water’s just broken, we are on our way to the hospital now.”

all that was heard in response was yelling, and shrieking, probably alessia’s mother to her father.

once she had calmed down and processed the fact that she was going to become a grandmother tonight she quickly said to message her when you were both ready for visitors, telling you to take as much time as you needed.

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alessia was sat on a stool at your head and was smiling down at you with that stupid lopsided grin that she always had on her face when she was excited.

“I’m so excited. I’m so ready to meet our baby boys” she was already on the verge of tears and the surgery hadn’t even started yet.

you grinned up at her and puckered your lips, asking for a final kiss where it would only be you two for a very long time. she giggled and gave in, leaning down and granting your wish.

the words “love you so much lessi” were mumbled against her lips and you both pulled apart with a smile as the doctors asked if you were ready.

“yes, definitely” you replied, looking away from alessia and to the surgeon.

as the surgery went on, you became increasingly more excited. you were clutching one of alessia’s hands and her other one was stroking your hair.

you were both whispering to each other about your future with your almost born twins.

you both abruptly stopped talking as the sounds of cries were heard, and not even a second later one of your babies was being placed on your chest.

“baby a is perfectly healthy” the nurse was wiping him down and all you could do was stare at him.

“he’s so beautiful” you looked up to alessia and she was biting her lip and nodding at your statement, tears forming in her eyes.

she reached out for his head and gently stroked it, amazed that this was actually happening. with you. her absolute favourite person.

as both you and alessia were fawning over your first born child another set of cries were heard and your other baby was being wrapped up in a blanket.

“mum, do you want to hold him?” the nurse gently asked alessia.

alessia looked at you and you nodded in response to her questioning gaze.

“yeah, yes I do” alessia breathed out. the nurse placed him in her arms and you could tell by the look on her face that this was the best decision you had ever made in your life.

“hi finny, it’s mummy. gosh you are so beautiful, you’ve got your mummies eyes haven’t you?” alessia cooed.

both you and alessia have had many discussions about names, and after many nights tangled together debating on some that you liked, both of you ultimately decided on oliver and finn.

as you were being stitched back up the nurses took both oliver and finn to get cleaned up and checked on.

“they are so beautiful, this is the best day of my life. I love you so much, I’m so grateful for you, giving me the opportunity to be a mum.” alessia choked out, she had a few tears falling down her face as she brought her hand up to stroke your hair out of your face.

“they are, aren’t they? i love you so much less, I’m so glad you are the one I’m doing motherhood with, it’s the best day of my life too” you smiled up at her.

“go and be with them, I’ll be fine” you told her. you had noticed alessia’s eyes flicking up to your babies almost every second. alessia tried protesting, saying that you were literally still open on an operating table, but she couldn’t get over the cuteness of your newborn babies, she had too go and see them again.

as alessia made her way over to the tables that your babies were on, she couldn’t help but admire. the fact that they both had just come out of you, that they were a part of both her and you, had her absolutely baffled.

as the nurses were putting oliver’s nappy on, she reached out for his tiny hand and she’s pretty sure her face almost split in half with how big her smile was when his tiny hand wrapped around her much bigger finger.

“hi baby, I love you so much already, my beautiful boy” alessia whispered softly, her other hand coming up to stroke his head, where he had a full head of jet black hair. alessia knew it was very common for newborns to be born with dark hair, she found it adorable.

“alright everyone, let’s get mum into a room. she’s all done here.”

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for the first time, finally, both you and alessia now had some alone time with your babies. the nurses had showed you how to get both of them latched to your boobs so they can be fed at the same time.

alessia couldn’t help but think how attractive you looked in this moment, both of your babies in your arms and looking at them like they were your whole world.

she had already taken a few pictures of the twins and you, unable to resist capturing this beautiful moment, with her beautiful family.

once they had both finished feeding the nurses recommended some skin on skin bonding with both you and alessia, as it brings a lot of comfort to the parents and the babies.

alessia had removed her shirt and bra, whilst you moved over on the bed as best you could with two babies, to give her enough space to sit next to you.

“which one do you want me to take?” she asked gently as she took her spot next to you, you both were pretty exhausted, it was the very early hours of wednesday morning and you both hadn’t slept in a while. but the excitement and adrenaline had kept you both going (plus some coffee, which you were very grateful for.)

“ollie’s closer and you haven’t held him yet, why don’t you take him?” you smiled up at her.

she eagerly nodded and gently pulled him from your arms. once he was out of your arms you rearranged finn to have his head in the crook of your neck.

alessia scooted down the bed a little bit and laid oliver on her chest. she was surprised that neither one of them had cried yet, as her mother had told her when she was just born she cried and screamed bloody mary for hours on end.

alessia laid her head on your shoulder and kissed the top of oliver’s head softly, she brought her hand up to run it up and down his back.

you rested your head on top of alessia’s and let out a content sigh.

“do you want to call your family and tell them to come and meet the twins?” you murmured, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that you were in.

“yeah, just let me have a few more minutes of peace before my mum comes” she chuckled softly, already knowing how her mother would react to the twins.

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as soon as alessia called her mother, she said she would gather everyone up and would be there in half an hour.

you put the twins in their cots and went to go and freshen up, doing your hair and a little bit of makeup.

you looked up into the mirror and caught eyes with alessia through the mirror. she sent you a beaming smile and walked closer.

she pressed up behind you and wrapped her arms around you. she rested her chin on your shoulder and sent you her signature beaming lopsided grin.

she started placing light pecks down your throat all the way down to your now covered shoulder

“you alright?” she stood up straight and ran her hands up and down your arms

“yeah, I’m really, really good” you smiled and turned your head to place a firm kiss to her lips.

she replied just as eager, pouring all of her love and gratitude into the kiss.

the kiss naturally died out, alessia placing long, soft pecks to your own plush lips.

after both of you finished freshening up you both went to check on your now sleeping babies.

you placed one hand on oliver’s stomach and the other on finn’s and gently rubbed your hands over the soft material of the custom made arsenal onesies, courtesy of the one and only leah williamson.

alessia stood back and admired all three of you, all three of you were now her whole world and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you all so much for reading! if you have any requests for any players send them through!

[taesanluv3r]

almost twenty

kim woonhak x reader

non-idol woonhak and reader anxiously holding onto their disappearing youth. kind of emotional, esp if youre aged 17-19, might make u cry (i did while writing it) idk. this fic is dedicated to everyone who's worrying so much abt the future (me) it'll get better i promise (telling myself this). lowercase intended. pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors. enjoyy

wc: 2,365

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"so...have you heard back from any of the colleges yet?"

her mother's simple question alone was enough to ruin yn ln's whole afternoon. normally, it wouldn't piss her off that much at all, but the fact that she's heard the exact same words come out from the woman's mouth about a billion times this week alone was just the thing to fully pull on her veins. "i told you a million times already, mom!" she shouted, abruptly- and angrily- standing up from her seat at the dining table. "the schools will get back to me in two weeks. i just applied like two days ago! god..."

"...do you ever listen?"

the answer is no. what kind of parents were understanding enough to listen to their teenage daughter? in fact, what kind of adult would ever understand the way their kids, regardless of age, felt? maybe out there somewhere there was a family that were healthy enough to get each other that way. maybe out there somewhere an adult was caring enough to relate a little.

"tsk...yeah right...fat chance"

yn groans as she slumps belly first onto her bed. she turns over to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. her eyes almost water as they scan her surroundings. the glow-in-the-dark stars that decorated her walls, the baby-pink chair she had out-grown years ago, and the collection of stuffed animals that snuggled comfortably in the very corner of her bed-room; memories of the trajectory of her own life- well, the life she had up until right now, up until this awkward stage between teenage youth and adulthood.

she sighs as she gets up again, her fingers tracing against the gold medals that sat atop the floral wallpaper. she giggles, looking through every old photo inside each frame placed on her shelf. one of little yn holding up three gold medals, little yn with a big toothy grin only half the size of the cotton candy in her tiny hands, a slightly older yn when she had graduated elementary school, and one last image of a smiley middle-school yn, hands happily intertwined with her closest friend, kim woonhak.

the girl stops to stare at all her belongings a little longer. in just two more weeks she'd be hearing back from at least one of the colleges she had applied to. in just two weeks all of these things that surrounded her would be stuffed into a card-board box, somewhere far away from her sight. a sick feeling forms in the pit of her stomach. it's bittersweet. sure, she'd finally be free from the so-called shackles of her parents' constant nagging, finally having a life of her own...but at the same time, yn just couldn't help all the doubts that constantly clouded up her mind, those thoughts that made the sunny days look gloomy through her eyes.

she swears she might just start crying. not that it's anything new, the stress that comes forth from being on the verge of twenty always seemed to push a lever in the tear-making department in her eyes. she's interrupted this time though, by the unnecessarily loud ping of her phone. 'who could possibly be texting me now...'

'woon-not so-agi'

the contact name alone allows a little laugh to escape the girl's lips as she swipes her fingers against the screen to open his message.

where u at?? you aren't flaking on me are u????

his texts confuse her for just a moment, she had no clue what he was talking about.

hellooooo? don't tell me u forgot? we're supposed to meet at the tree remember?? hurry uppppppppp im not waiting long >:(

"shit is it 7pm already?!" without any more fuss, yn rushes to throw on her sweater. she doesn't bother to bid goodbye to her parents before she runs out the door- she's still upset at them, of course. the girl hastily climbs onto her bicycle, her legs pedaling the fastest they ever had. in almost no time, she arrives at the boy's backyard.

"what took you so long?" a male voice calls out from the top of the tree, woonhak's head peaking out from the wooden structure that sat between the branches. yn points a finger up at the air, signaling for him to wait for a second as she catches her breath. she could hear him laugh, followed by the rustling of leaves as a gust of wind flew by. "hurry and get up here" he said impatiently, prompting her to roll her eyes as she began to climb up the wooden ladder.

"finally" the boy said, smiling stupidly as the girl took a seat beside him on the tree-house-like space. it was a flat piece of wood, decorated with acrylic paints and a couple old throw pillows that his dad had installed for them on the tall tree in their backyard. they were about six years old then, just two little kids begging their parents every single day for a 'super ultimate tree-house' to pose as their 'super-spy head-quarters' on their silly playdates, having no clue that their favourite playing spot would hold the same purpose years later in their teens.

"what's up with you?" the boy's voice shakes yn out of the trance she didn't know she was in. "huh?" he laughs again, "you always look like you're about to jump off this tree" woonhak teases, and usually she'd tease back. usually, she'd say something too witty for him to understand, dying of laughter by herself while he sat there confused. that wasn't the case today though, instead, she stayed quiet, only the slightest smile on her lips.

in an instant, his face softened. "hey..." he began, shifting the weight away from his hands to lightly tap at her shoulders. his grip tightened, adding a bit of force to turn her around so they were face to face. "there really is something wrong, isn't there?" yn couldn't bring herself to answer properly, only a whimper of sorts coming out from her mouth- the quietest of noise before that lever inside of her eyes came loose.

"yn...what's wrong?" woonhak asked again, catching her body in his arms when she fell towards him, incasing her in his warmth. "i..." she manages to muster out, her voice muffled from the fabric of his baby-blue sweater. "...i don't know...i just..." once more, the words in her head failed to solidify, all her thoughts coming out as silent cries. he doesn't force her to speak anymore, just holding her tightly, rocking back and forth as if he were comforting a teen-sized baby.

it takes about half an hour for yn to gather herself and her thoughts up again. she had removed herself of woonhak's embrace, sitting straight up beside him. the shadow of their swinging feet moved with the grass below them, the afternoon sky creating a blue-ish tint and painting the scene like a movie. just the right atmosphere for the boy to open his ears up, all for her voice to enter right in.

"i just don't get it. i don't get why they keep pressuring me with all these questions! when are you going to college? you should start packing, have you found a dorm yet? have you found a job yet? when will you get your license? i just...it's just too much- it's like..." she momentarily stops her speech-like dialogue to think of the right adjectives. "like it's all going so fast? like they're rushing you?" woonhak completes the sentences for her, his eyebrows furrowing when she nods in agreement.

"exactly" yn says, bringing one leg up to rest her chin on her knee. "it's just so stressful...i guess i just can't believe it's all happening- i mean..." she picks up her speaking space, perhaps to stop herself from letting the tears take over again. "in two weeks we'll hear from those colleges...then we'll have to move and then start a whole new life and what if we don't end up in the same place? what if we lose contact? what if everything i've lived the past years of my life for..." her voice cracks and she pauses for a moment to look at the boy beside her.

"...what if it doesn't work out? what if it just all goes to waste?"

the water that had begun to well up in her eyes were a clear image in front of him now, only prompting him to start to tear up himself. their gazes lingered on each other for a moment, the vulnerability of it all crashing against the two teenagers like it had fallen straight from the sky.

"i get it" woonhak says, trying his best to stop himself from bawling like a baby- even if it meant breaking eye-contact with the girl and staring all too seriously at the leaves above him. "ah, being our age is so hard!" he yells this time, falling backwards to lay down on the wooden surface. his hands slapped over his face, the mere thought of the pair's coming adulthood far too frustrating for him. his slight temper-tantrum made her smile for the first time that afternoon- i mean, fully smile.

something about the boy's childish nature comforted her. like despite all these worries and all the stress about their coming twenties, whenever they were together they still had that little bit of youth to grab onto.

"hey...you're smiling again" she nods at his observation, moving to lay down on her back right next to him. yn lets out a sigh, watching as a flock of birds migrated over the skies above them. "yn?" woonhak calls out and the girl hums in response, turning her head over to face him. the boy's eyes are shiny and bright, despite the fact that the sun was long gone. she's confused when he moves to sit up again, but never breaking eye-contact.

"can you promise me something?"

she sits up with him now, nodding along with his words. "promise what?" her words are quick, like she didn't have any more time left in the world. "that when we're away in college, even if we get too busy with whatever twenty year olds do, even if we barely have any time on our hands anymore..." his voice starts to shake, eyes begin to water all over again. "promise me we'll never lose contact. promise me we'll still talk every chance we get? please?" the weakness displayed on his face, a kind of look she had never ever seen on the boy before this very moment. he fully expected her to cry as well, to breakdown into tears as they hugged for the rest of the night. she didn't though, instead the girl broke into a small fit of laughter.

"what...why are you laughing?!" a massive frown decorated his complexion, tears streaming down both sides of his face. "oh, woonhak..." yn says, a smile on her lips as her hands moved up to cup his cheeks, beginning to wipe away his tears. "you're so stupid..." the boy furrows his eyebrows, "you can't seriously be bullying me in the middle of this right now-" he's cut off when her pointer finger presses against his mouth. "no, you idiot. i'm just saying you're so stupid if you think i'd ever be able to survive my twenties without texting and calling you every chance i get!"

his mouth opens to form an 'O' shape. she lets out a giggle and his own one follows. yn lets out a deep breath, "i'd be way too lonely without you, woonhak" the boy smiles, "yeah, you've got like no other friends anyways- ow!" he exclaims, rubbing the spot on his shoulder she had slapped. "meanie" her baby-like language only makes him roll his eyes, "how are you almost twenty and still calling people meanie?" yn pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. "i only call you that...and only cause its the truth!" woonhak laughs once more before suddenly pulling her into his chest, she squeals at the sudden force sending them to lay down flat on the tree-house structure again.

they stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms under the shade of their comfort place. "i wish we could stay almost-twenty forever..." yn says through a sigh. woonhak nods, a hand stroking through her hair. "yeah...i wish time froze at age nineteen or something...like at nineteen point nine nine" her eyebrows knit together, "nineteen point nine nine?" he nods again, "yeah, like the ultimate teenager" the girl laughs, hiding her face against his side.

"you're an idiot, you know that?" - "but where would you be without me, yn?" she agrees with him, "you're right...life would be so terrible without you- even if you're the dumbest person i know..." he rolls his eyes. "hey, yn?" - "yeah?"

"you know...later if we're away from each other, please call me. call me all the time. call me if you're bored, call me if you're happy, call me when you're sad, when you're stressed, and please..." the boy trails off, sitting up again and grabbing the girl's hands to pull her up with him. he stared deeply into her eyes, and she did the same as she bit on her bottom lip.

"please call me if you're lonely...promise?"

she nods quickly, "of course. i promise" the pair melt into each other as they hugged once more, the blue sky had darkened and the bright moon watched over them from the cracks between the branches of the tree. "thank you..." kim woonhak says, separating from her grasp. "for what?" yn ln wonders, tilting her head off to the side in confusion.

"for spending the rest of our youth with me"

just like that, yn's worries and all her anxiety flew out the window. in a time like this one, when it feels like their teenage years are disappearing far too quickly, when no one around them seemed to understand, when they've become all too sensitive to the concept of change...at least they've got each other to seek comfort. an everlasting youth whenever it was just the two of them. as though time had frozen and they were stuck in the in-between...

at 19.99.

the end.

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aaa i cried while writing and proofreading this TT 19.99 coming out the same time ive been the most stressed abt future-related stuff, the album is so amazing and relatable! its very precious to me, dont forget to stream!! ily bonedo, ily woonhak, ily readers! here's to growing up together <3 tysm for reading. love, kona.

[chuulyssa]

if your requests for the prompts are still open, could you do dazai for 1, 2, 5, and 8 if you haven't already? /nf

★ PROMPT ─ 1, 2, 5, 8

!! FT. ─ dazai

─ wearing his clothes

You finally entered the agency after staring at your reflection in the rearview mirror of your car for fifteen minutes. You snickered. Dazai's long sand-coloured trench coat perfectly hugged the shirt and vest you had also stolen from him.

You had barely walked a few steps when you saw Dazai lying down on the couch, wearing your hoodie? You gasped and hurried over to him, lifting the hoodie up to see what he wore under that. And sure enough, there was your favourite T-shirt.

You frowned, and lifted the T-shirt up too, to see what else the bastard had stolen. Unfortunately, you were met with his bare skin, and Dazai giggled, stuffing your fingers further under the T-shirt onto his chest. From the corner of your eye, you could see Kunikida glaring at the sight.

"You thief!" you screamed at Dazai.

"I could say the same about you, bella," he cackled. "I can explain, though! I was getting ready for work, and I looked into my wardrobe for clothes, but they were all gone!"

"All gone?" you sneered. "I only stole one pair."

"That's all I had," he said dramatically.

Kunikida was on the verge of tears.

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─ helping you sleep

Dazai pulled the blanket out of his face after another 30 minutes of not being able to sleep, only to be met with the sight of you staring up at the ceiling, eyes closed, frowning and muttering something.

"What is it, bella?" he said gently. "Another dream?"

"I want to dream," you replied, sighing. "But I can't sleep."

"You could've said so," he said softly, and turned his body towards you before taking your hand and pressing it on his chest.

With his other hand, he stroked your face, your hair, your neck. Dazai slowly snuggled towards you and nipped the skin of your cheek.

"Can you sing me a lullaby?" you asked.

"Double-suicide?"

"No," you said and rolled your eyes, turning towards him and lifting your leg up to his body to spoon him.

He tucked you in and smiled softly against your ear, humming a made-up tune.

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─ kissing

"One more," he said, and you smiled before kissing his lips. He was kneeling down on the floor in front of you as you sat on the chair of your table, unable to work due to the walking distraction in front of you. You pulled away and he whined once more.

"More."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. By now, your lipstick was staining several parts of his face, but he seemed intent on painting his whole face with the colour of your lips.

"More, more, more!" he mumbled, and you obliged, all too happy to do so. Dazai's hands reached your waist and squeezed both sides, before one went up to get tangled with your hair and the other pulled you closer to him by your shirt.

When you pulled away finally, panting and gasping for air, he merely giggled a little before pouting again.

"One last? Please?"

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─ nightmare

Dazai was not unfamiliar with nightmares. Being in the mafia and losing so many people had turned him immune to getting upset over dreams. However, he wouldn't always be able to shrug off a nightmare - not when it involved you.

Dazai woke up in a cold sweat, mind reeling from the images of you tied to a chair, blood oozing out of your face. He frantically looked around and saw you staring right back at him, drinking water.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "You've been twitching around in your sleep for about a minute."

"H-huh?" he said, rubbing his eyes and pretending as if nothing was wrong. He got up slowly. "I'm okay. Just stressed."

"Didn't look like 'just' to me," you said, putting the glass back onto the nightstand and coming closer to him.

Dazai leaned in to touch your face, as if to make sure you were real and not just a figment of his imagination. He couldn't lose you, no matter what. You lay him down on the bed again gently and he obliged, snuggling up close to you like a lost kitten and burying his face in your chest.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

MORDOR (a barista!eddie x barista!reader au)

summary: you take a chance, and decide to call mordor.

warnings: fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns), mentions of life struggles (reader's turn to go through it), references to previous addition in this series so might be a little harder than normal to read as stand alone! this is really just me projecting on my need for eddie munson to comfort me

wc: 4.8k+

the full menu

You’re late. So, so fucking late. 

It panics Eddie. He sat in his car for that extra hour just waiting for your ridiculously bright yellow Jeep to pull in beside him, and when you still hadn’t by the time Nicole arrived, his chest twisted. When Nicole gets out of her car, and you’re still not there, his stomach churns.

Where are you? Are you okay? 

You hadn’t texted Nicole. You don’t call the store as the two of them flit about and try to manage opening without you. And when the time arrives to unlock the doors for the customers, Nicole finally excused herself to try and call you herself. 

Eddie scorns himself for not having your number. How stupid is it that you two have made a pact to be friends, and yet here he is weeks later, still not having your number.

“Any luck?” he asks, trying to level his tone when Nicole returns and he’s turning on the ovens.

“Nope,” her brows furrowed as she quickly scoots behind him, heading towards the front register, “It went straight to voicemail. Which, I mean… she’s never been late. Not like this.” 

“Should we be worried?” 

It’s a stupid question. He’s already worried. He’s frazzled enough to say fuck it, toss down his apron, and send out a search party for you rather than worrying about the store.

“Maybe,” Nicole shrugs, as if this doesn’t concern her as much as it does Eddie. As if there’s not sirens going off in her head as well. As if your sudden lack of punctuality is something to just shrug off.

As if your absence doesn’t rattle her the way it rattles Eddie. 

An hour passes by. Eddie gets more restless. Constantly looking to the store’s front door, incessantly checking outside the drive thru window for any sign of you or that damn Jeep. Every time the phone rings, Eddie has to curl his hands into fists to let Nicole answer rather than him. Each time, when he looks at her, the subtle shake of her head tells him it’s not you. His tongue nearly bleeds from how he chews on it with his molars to stop from asking her if she had tried to reach you again. He knows she has, notices how she spends extra time in the back, no doubt sending texts and useless calls alike your way.

If it were any other coworker, both Eddie and Nicole would be fuming. Concern would be replaced with irritation

He’s actually reaching to untie his apron and informing her that he’ll start trying to reach you instead when you finally come bursting into the store, a full two hours late to your shift. 

“Fuck,” you whisper-exclaim as you power walk through the lobby, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

“You’re here!” he doesn’t bother keeping down his volume at the sight of you, flooded with immediate relief.

You’re okay. 

“I’m so sorry,” the apologies immediately begin to pour from your lips as you nearly trip rounding the corner into the back room, Eddie hot on your trail, “I’m so, so sorry! Shit, I- I just slept through my alarm, and had a late night, and-“ 

You’re digging your apron out of your bag when he finally reaches out to softly grab your arm, squeezing gently in an offer of comfort as you finally pause. 

“It’s fine,” he promises, “Everyone is late every once and a while.” 

Nicole was in the bathroom, but he’s sure that she’d say the same thing. The entire morning, both her and Eddie had been more worried than anything. Not mad, not irritated, but worried. 

And yet, you’re still on the verge of tears as you look up at Eddie, “It’s not fine. You had to open the store all on your own, and I know that’s stressful, and I saw all the missed calls but my phone was on silent. I mean, my shift’s already half over at this point. And I just-“ 

You cut off your rambling with a shaky breath. It breaks his heart to see you so upset, so guilt-ridden over something that happens to the best of you all. 

“It’s okay,” he stresses once more, another squeeze on your arm, “You had a late night? Is everything okay?” 

You open your mouth to answer him, the no already forming on your lips, when Nicole returns from the bathroom.

“Oh my gosh, there you are!” she exclaims.

And just like that, Eddie’s chance to be there for you as you were for him has vanished into thin air.

—

Your shift may have lasted several hours less than it was meant to, but you’re convinced it’s the absolute worst hours of your life. Which is saying a lot given how your life has gone to shit the last two days. 

You were already falling behind on classes, and your bank account was in the negative due to tuition payments. Your mother was calling every day to spend hours on the phone under the guise of catching you up at what you were missing at home, when in all reality it was just her complaining without taking a breath or allowing you to say a single word. You had to take your cat to the emergency vet when he wasn’t eating, only to find out he probably just didn’t like his current food anymore after a series of very expensive tests. Thing after thing, punch after punch, was being thrown your way. It was all just a bit much. 

And then you were late to work. Slept in after forgetting to set an alarm after a late night of staying up and listening to a friend rant over the phone. Burnt your hand not once but twice on the ovens. Spilt an entire cup of hot coffee on yourself. 

Life was out to get you. 

And the only good thing about today was Eddie. 

When the clock finally signals for the two of you to step off the floor, you’re sighing out in relief. You have no idea what the next issue will be waiting for you off the clock, but you’ve accepted that the day couldn’t get worse. And yet, as you go to grab your bag, wrapping your apron by muscle memory as you watch him, your stomach churns at the thought of today’s time being cut so short today. You just like being around him. You like making inside jokes, sharing quick glances, making one another laugh until your stomachs ache over stupid things in the midst of chaos. He’s a guiding light, something to look forward to, a wonderful break from reality that you just… you just cherish.

As you’re tearing up suddenly at the realization along with the heavy weight of your week, you recall that conversation last week. The word you two had assigned for when you needed a break.

Technically, it was probably a joke. Or to be used to ditch work. He probably hadn’t meant it.

But you have to try.

“Hey, uh, Eddie?” you ask nervously, fiddling with the straps of your bag as he’s patting his pockets for all his items.

“Yeah?” he doesn’t look up yet, doesn’t see the forlorn look across your face.

Just say it. If he doesn’t get it – no harm, no foul. If he gets it, and rejects the motion – oh well. The worst he can say is no. 

You have to swallow hard, take a sharp breath, before you can get the single word out. “Mordor.” 

He freezes mid-pat, hands hovering over his front pockets as he slowly looks up. 

“What did you say?”

“Mordor,” you repeat yourself, with a little more confidence to your tone this time. The worst he can say is no. 

For a second, you become convinced he’s forgotten all about that conversation in the parking lot. You really don’t blame him; half the time, you guys discuss anything and everything with minimal importance. Those early and surreal mornings are always more about spending time with one another, with a friend, than it is about actually processing the things said.

But then, two things happen. Firstly, the wrinkles between his brows smooth out. A second passes. And then – they return. 

Sloping ridges and mountains in that small space, each and every bit of them etched with worry. For you. The corners of his mouth deeply downturn and all the white noise of the front of house fades away the longer he looks at you with such care. 

“Mordor?” he echoes, “Like, as in… as in our code word?” 

You feel as if the moment you speak up, all that strength you had mustered throughout the shift will shatter. You’re tired and you’re beaten, you’re desperate and you’re hoping. You don’t even care if he tells you he doesn’t have time to properly sit and unwind with you right now – you’d settle for just a hug. The same arms that bump against yours and that sometimes stretch along your space to grab things from around you, the same arms you’ve seen strain as he insists on carrying heavy kegs for you, the same arms you just want to wrap around you, if even for a second, and squeeze. 

Who knows? Maybe, if he squeezes tight enough, he can put all the broken shards of the week back into place. It’s not his job to fix it, but you’re convinced for a moment, he’s the key to everything just feeling okay for nothing more than a mere second. 

You nod. If you answer him with words, you’re going to cry. The tears are already eagerly burning your corneas. 

He says your name softly, gentle enough that you have to pinch your eyes shut and take a shaky breath to avoid any spillage of your emotions. 

“Are you okay?” 

“No,” you try to make it a laugh, as if this is a joke, “I, uh- not really?” 

“Is it because you were late today?”

Your voice cracks and your eyes squeeze shut tighter for a second as you answer with a weak, “Kind of.” 

You let your eyes snap open again, try and seek out some everpresent warmth in his honey brown ones as your vision blurs a bit with shameful tears. 

You’ve never realized just how many shades resided in those irises, all warm and cool browns alike swirling. They almost match the espresso, you come to realize. And it’s funny, to think about the way all your other coworkers whisper just as scary and grumpy he is the moment he’s out of earshot. It’s funny how customers seem to crumple timidly beneath his disassociating gaze when he finds himself lost in thought on bar or warming. Every single other person who has stepped foot in this store seems to have one impression of Eddie, and it’s not even a proper shadow of the man before you. 

All soft edges. All care and all warmth. He’s not scary, he’s not grumpy; he’s careful and considerate, a little shy at times, a little hesitant at others. And you can only imagine why he’s that way, when you can see someone entirely different reflected in those goddamn honeyed eyes in this moment. 

He takes a step forward. Opens his mouth to speak. Goes as far to even begin to reach out a hand. And then he’s interrupted. 

“Thank you for your patience,” Nicole chirps into her headset as she comes into the back room, turning a corner with determination and snatching a sleeve of cups off the shelves as she continues to speak over the drive thru channel with ease, “Can we get you started with anything to eat today?” 

His mouth closes and his hand drops as you both glance down at the floor, completely silent as you wait for her to finally retreat back out onto the floor without a second glance at the two of you. 

The tears still burn and blur your vision. 

“Okay,” Eddie says the moment the two of you are alone in the back once more, “Okay. Mordor it is. Come with me, sweetheart.” 

Sweetheart. It rolls off his tongue and it wraps around you before he reaches out and grabs at your hand, only connecting palms and avoiding intertwining fingers before he’s tugging you out the back door. 

Not even through the front. As if he wants to save you the embarrassment of a walk of shame with teary eyes and defeated shoulders.

“We can’t-” you start to protest, but he’s already wrangled the key that is left in the back door – impressively quickly, as even you struggle with that fickle lock at times – before he shoves the door open wordlessly and yanks you out with him wordlessly. 

The door doesn’t even slam shut. It feels like a dramatic moment where it should, but it only closes back with a whisper and soft whoosh of air. 

“They have to do a trash run anyways,” he reassures you when you look back at the unlocked door with worry, referring to the overflowing trash that would soon be taken out to the dumpster in the distance, “It’s fine.” 

The soil crunches beneath both of your sneakers as he makes a beeline to his van. No questions are asked, just as you two had joked about. 

The sun is still favoring the Eastern sky despite growing warmer in the late morning. Eddie’s van is stuffy when he initially unlocks it for both of you to jump into the front, him being sure to open the passenger door for you and only shutting it closed once you’ve securely settled into that seat you’ve spent countless early hours in. 

He starts up the vehicle once he’s in his driver’s seat, but makes no move to drive off as he stares at you. 

“What?” you whisper, voice still strained as you toss your bag down by your feet. 

All he says in return, still gentle and still warm, still glowing brighter than the man everyone seems to think he is, is a reminder of, “Seatbelt.” 

You obey that half-spoken command. You don’t ask where you two are going once he shifts into drive the moment the click sounds in the small space.

—

Eddie drives for a while. He gets onto the freeway in the opposite direction of your way home, and you probably should be worried, but you aren’t. You have no mental capacity for consideration of how you’ll get back to your car, whether your coworkers will worry about it remaining in the parking lot, or whether Eddie even knows where he’s going. Hell, even his slightly erratic driving doesn’t affect you. 

You just stare at the trees as they pass by in a blur. Your mind numbs, smells of a rainstorm in the distance slips into the cabin of the vehicle through the cracks in the back windows, and you just let go. 

If your mother knew what you had done today, you would have absolutely been reamed a new one. 

Eddie slows at an unfamiliar exit, just after the two of you pass a small green sign that reads NOW ENTERING HAWKINS CITY LIMITS. 

“Hawkins?” you murmur your first noise of the entire drive. 

“You ever been?” Eddie asks as if you hadn’t been catatonic the entire way here. 

You prop an elbow up on the door, fist digging into the side of your face as you lean and take in the scenery now passing by a bit slower, “Can’t say I have.” 

“Well, then,” he keeps talking, and it’s sort of comforting after the long silence, “Consider yourself lucky.” 

That gets a snort out of you. One that has his head turning quickly to look at you as he slows at the first redlight after the freeway, a grin twitching on his lips softly as he takes in the sight of you. 

He must think you can’t see him staring, because he continues to do it, until the light has changed green and he’s made no move to press on his gas.

“It’s green.”

“Huh?”

You look over at him, his rosy cheeks and diverted eyes at being caught, and repeat yourself with more emphasis, “The light’s green, idiot.” 

“Oh, shit!” 

Another snort, another rapid (albeit shorter) glance on his part. 

He’s got a nice smile. Even if he might totally be a secret serial killer who was just jumping at the opportunity to murk his unsuspecting and vulnerable coworker in the middle of the woods. He could get away with it with a smile like that. 

It’s only once he’s turned onto a dirt road that leads out into the woods that you really care to finally ask one of the first questions you probably should have asked the moment you got in his van – “Uh, Eddie? Where… Where are you taking me?” 

“Trust me,” he insists, both hands gripping his wheel with care as he navigates the car into thicker foliage, “I promise I’m not going to, like, murder you.” 

“Sounds like something someone who is going to murder me would say,” you put in a little extra effort, offering him the joke and more than a snort this time. 

You don’t miss the swell of pride that lifts him to sit up just a tad bit straighter in his seat. As if your joking, as if your laughing, was something he was proud to elicit from you. 

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out, then.” 

He drives pretty deeply into the woods, until the road turns rougher and the treeline is thick enough you can’t catch clearsight of the main road anymore. You really should be worried, but all you do instead of mustering up any anxiety is roll down the window. It makes him glance at you, but you don’t pay that look any mind. 

The smell of rain is even stronger, heavy as it mingles with the scent of pine and dirt. It somehow dances between something familiar and something new, a distant memory that unlocks and soothes some of that tightness that had been residing in your chest for a week now. It doesn’t smother, but it does gather up in your nose, tickling in the slightest. You swear, if you were to focus hard enough, you’d pick up on the comforting smell of a burning campfire somewhere. It just seemed like the kind of appropriate scent to add to the essence of it all. The strings of light that break through leaves in golden hues, the cloud spitting out of his back tires as he clearly goes just above the recommended speed for this old road, the pleasant chirp of a bird that whistles right past – the essence of pure comfort to someone like you. 

It kind of makes you wish you lived in Hawkins, just as you assumed Eddie did. 

He finally slows the van into a clearing, never once scolding you for rolling the window down. He leaves you as you twist your body in what must be an uncomfortable fashion to rest your chin on the top of the door, cheeks and nose just barely peeking out of the car. Every slap of the breeze on your face feels as though you’re releasing another bit of worry to the wind, your chest continuing to grow lighter and lighter. 

“Alright, Sunshine,” he clears his throat, throwing the van into park. The clearing is very obviously a small campsite – you can make out a fire pit just a few paces away and the perfect space cleared of rocks, “You call the shots. What are we gonna do?”

“What?”

Eddie leans over the center console, getting closer to you as thunder rolls in the distance, “What do you want to do? You called Mordor, so whatever is going to help you, we’ll do.”

You want to tell him that just doing as he has, not saying no and not asking questions as he drove the two of you out into the middle of nowhere, helped. The fact that he hadn’t hesitated when he’d processed that you’d said Mordor was already doing wonders for the storm that had brewed within your chest. You’d managed to snag extra time with the boy who had a way about making everything alright, and that in itself was able to erase some of your week from Hell.

But he’s looking at you, awaiting a real answer, so you say the first thing you can think of, “Do you have your copy of The Hobbit on you, by chance?” 

“Oh, say less, sweetheart,” Quickly, Eddie fumbles with his seatbelt and unbuckles himself, swinging open his door and clambering out onto the soft ground waiting below. He waits for a moment, hands on his hips as he looks at you expectantly, “Well? C’mon. I promise you the back seat is far more comfortable.” 

“Does that line usually work for you?” 

“I don’t mean it like that.” 

“Every fuckboy means it like that, Eds.” 

You don’t know it, but his heart swells a little bit at the nickname. 

“Good thing I’m not a fuck boy then,” he leans back into the van a little, smiling wildly, “Now come and join me in the back of my van in a totally platonic, definitely not suggestive way, Sunshine.” 

He doesn’t have to ask twice; you’re climbing out to follow him to the back of the van, not even flinching as you both slam your doors shut in sync and you giggle the entire way. It’s just his effect. Everything is lighter with him around, and you’re starting to believe he should be the one called Sunshine instead of you. 

“M’lady,” he bows dramatically, swinging open the heavy doors for you. 

The climb in is a bit awkward, but you don’t even think about it as you take in the nest of an arrangement Eddie has set up in the back of his van. There’s an old comforter spread out across the entire floor of it, with several smaller blankets bunched at random with a few pillows. 

“Are you sure you’re not a fuckboy?” you question as you’re careful to not touch the blankets with the sole of your shoes, twisting and beginning to unlace the sneakers that had seen better days. There’s stains of various sauces and syrups from work, and surely milk layering the bottom of them. You’re positive if you investigated close enough, you’d even find coffee grounds lodged between the ridges of the textured sole. 

“Positive,” Eddie follows you in, reaching and shutting the doors carefully behind him. He’s less meticulous about his own boots, hardly undoing the knots and kicking them off into the same corner you’d placed your shoes, “I solemnly swear you are the first to see these freshly cleaned blankets.” 

“What about before you cleaned them?” 

“Sweetheart,” he throws himself down on one of the worn pillows, laying right beside where you have your knees drawn up to your knees. He’s flat on his back, hair flaring out in a halo around his head as he looks up at you with big, brown eyes, “You’re killing me here.” 

You can’t help it. The two of you are probably not nearly close enough for what you impulsively do, but you’ve had a hard week, and his hair looks damn soft. 

Your fingers are reaching out to trace over some of the wild and thrown out strands of curls before you can overthink it. Curling caramel and honey softness, you try to not let your breath catch as your pull up on the strand and let it run between your knuckles rather than just fingertips. 

“Yeah?” you smile gently, watching him melt as you twirl the end of the curl you’d been playing with around the length of your finger, “Any specific requests for your funeral?” 

He plays along, trying to not get too lost up in the barely-there feeling of you playing with his hair, “Your attendance, obviously. And probably some good music. Preferably Metallica – again, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously.” 

“Actually, d’you think you can get Kirk Hammett himself to attend? That’d be the best outcome. My only request, actually.”

“You’d rather Kirk Hammett attend your funeral than me?”

“I’ve got priorities here, Sunshine.” 

Your fingers have traveled up to his scalp now, scratching gently as you both are consumed in withheld laughter and brilliantly shy smiles, letting go of heavy weeks and succumbing to all of the sunlight crammed into the back of Eddie’s van. 

“Alright,” your fingers pause their scratches, “I believe you were meant to read me a bedtime story, Munson.” 

“Bedtime story? It’s not even afternoon yet,” Eddie scoffs, throwing a hand up as he digs beneath one of the small, fluffy blankets in the corner. When his hand comes back into view, it clutches that same copy of The Hobbit you’ve seen on the back desk at work on multiple occasions, “Alright, well, make yourself comfortable.” 

Eddie shifts to sit up, your hand falling from his scalp as he piles a few of the pillows from beside him to prop him up as you mentally debate your options. 

You could just lay down beside him. Not touching, just listening. The arrangement was comfortable enough and you have no doubt that it would still be exactly as you needed after all the stress. 

Or you could be daring. You could do more than listen; you could lay your head in his lap, or maybe rest your tired temple against his shoulder. Your could press up against him tightly under the excuse that the space back here was limited and you could selfishly indulge in all that he was willing to offer for this afternoon. More than brushing touches, more than playful glances. 

You could feel the skin of his arm against your own bare shoulder and for a moment, you could just pretend. 

Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink this. 

You opt for the lap. It’s more comfortable. Less intimate, you convince yourself. 

When your cheek presses into the rough denim stretching over his thigh, you can feel him tense up momentarily. Everything seemingly stops for just a second – even his breathing. But by the time you notice, it’s already resumed. You start to worry you’ve overstepped boundaries, gone too far for two coworkers playing pretend as ‘friends’. 

This definitely isn’t what he meant. First you played with his hair, now you’re laying your head on his lap. You need to learn personal space, personal boundari-

All thoughts evaporate as Eddie suddenly tugs one of the blankets over you, letting it drape comfortably over your shoulder. 

“Shall we begin?” 

Eddie’s voice was made to narrate Tolkien. It becomes apparent between the way he enunciates each word to paint a beautiful fantasy world, his fluctuation changing for each character without missing a beat. His voice takes on a slightly deeper timber than his normal speaking voice as you listen to the storm that had been teasing the entire drive finally break. Hard winds knock against the sides of the van occasionally, the patter of rain echoing off the metal roof of the van. Thunder becomes more frequent, and you couldn’t be sure, but there must be lightning somewhere above the trees to match it. But it doesn’t reach the two of you, the random bursts of light easily mistaken for swaying shadows through the windshield. 

Here in this van, with just you and Eddie and the adventures of Bilbo Baggins, it feels as if nothing bad can touch either of you. Not long weeks, not irate customers, not pessimistic friends or family – nothing. A certain bubble of safety has been created here, and you revel in it. Preen in the certainty of a few hours rest as Eddie’s fingers begin to tangle in your hair and return the favor of playing with your own strands. A simple pattern; he starts at the scalp, runs the fingers all the way through until they trail down the slope of your neck and curve of your shoulder. On occasion, they even slip to caress the top of your spine through the blanket.

Somewhere between the warmth of the soft blanket enveloping you in the scent of clean laundry and the soothing repetitive motions, you find yourself slipping away into sleep. Well-deserved, very much needed sleep that welcomes you with open arms. It’s not quite the hug you had craved from Eddie back at the store, but it’s a hug all the same, and it does hold you close just tight enough to make you believe the afternoon is capable of pressing all your broken pieces back together. If not forever, then just for now. The comfort of it all only has you nuzzling your cheek deeper into the muscle of his thigh.

The lap, it turns out, was the right choice.

Little did you know how grateful Eddie was for your choice of position. Better for your head to rest on his lap than for your ear to be pressed to his chest and hearing the current thunder of his heart that challenges the storm beginning outside the van, beating far harder for you than a friend’s would.

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Baby Girl {Matt Sturniolo}

Request: Linked here! (My requests are OPEN please send me some!!)

Prompt(s): failed cooking/baking attempt

Warnings: mentions of giving birth (cryptic pregnancy), language

A/N: I'm so bad at writing anything to do with pregnancy but I tried my best to do this imagine some justice LMAO

Chris and Nick sat at the kitchen table as you were at the stove top trying to fix some lunch for the three of you. Your boyfriend Matt was currently out of the house for a modeling campaign which left the three of you hungry and without a car. Everything had been irritating you as of lately. It was like any minor inconvenience felt like the end of the world, bringing you to tears.

You had already felt agitated when Matt had to leave for work, wanting nothing more than to spend the day cuddled up with him in bed. Now, you were on the verge of tears as you tried to pull together making this lunch. Nick and Chris were joking around and laughing oblivious to your stress as you huffed over the pan, realizing that you had burnt the chicken you had been searing.

"Fuck." You cussed under your breath, taking the pan off the heat and looking at the chicken that was burnt to a crisp on one side. You went to pick up the tongs that were sitting on the side of the kitchen counter but your hand accidentally bumped it wrong, causing them to drop to the ground. That was your last straw, tears fell from your eyes as you stared at the tongs that were now on the dirty kitchen floor.

"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?" Nick asked you, finally noticing that something was up. The kitchen chair screeched against the hardwood flooring as he stood up to come over to your side. Chris was getting up too, noticing the disaster you had created in the pan.

"No, I'm not alright! I burnt the fucking chicken and dropped the tongs on the ground!" You lashed out, covering your eyes with your hands out of frustration. "It's alright, it really isn't that burnt." Chris said, rubbing your upper back and trying to comfort you.

All of a sudden you felt sick to your stomach, becoming dizzy. You gripped onto the counter as you tried to steady yourself from swaying. There were stars clouding your vision and you instantly started to feel hot and sweaty. "I don't feel good..." You mumbled, dropping yourself down to your knees as you tried to steady your heavy breathing. Next thing you knew you felt the most intense pain in your lower abdomen, almost like a bad period cramp.

"Oh my god! What's happening?" Nick questioned, dropping down to your level so he could try to figure out what was wrong.

"I think I need to go to the hospital." You groaned, clutching at your stomach as the nausea continued to wash over you. "Call Matt!" Nick yelled, directing Chris to get ahold of your boyfriend. With shaky hands, Chris brought his phone up to his ear, listening to the dial tone.

"He's not answering!" Chris panicked, trying to figure out what to do next. Chris ended up calling Matt three more times, getting sent to voicemail every one of them. Eventually, Nick had resorted to calling an ambulance which had picked you all up within twenty minutes. Nick and Chris had to wait outside of your room as you were being examined.

The nurses were taking a look at you while asking you a bunch of questions about your symptoms.

"And are you sexually active?" One of the ladies asked, taking a look at her computer screen as she recorded all of your data. You shook your head yes as another wave of sharp pains hit your abdomen.

"Is there any chance you could be pregnant?" She asks, causing you to widen your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it was strange how emotional you had been feeling for the past few months. Not to mention the spurts of nausea you would feel throughout the day, especially when you would think about a specific food you didn't like. But you had never considered the fact that you could be pregnant, still experiencing your period every month. The nurse pulled out the ultrasound machine, taking a look at your belly and confirming that you were indeed pregnant. A cryptic pregnancy is what they called it and it was pretty rare.

You experienced some hormonal changes and sickness, but your period was always regular and you never had a baby belly so this was a complete shock to you. The nurse warned you that the baby would be coming within the next few hours and you went ahead and accepted the epidural.

After an hour and a half, dealing with contractions, the delivery was about to begin. Matt still hadn't made it there and you were starting to get nervous that he was going to miss the birth entirely. Neither of you had planned or even really talked about getting pregnant, so you also hoped that this wouldn't complete destroy your three year long relationship. Matt wanted to be a dad eventually, but right now you were both still young and he was fully invested in work.

---

"Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby girl who is completely healthy." The doctor said to you, passing you the newborn who was bundled up in a blanket. As you looked down at the baby, taking note of the fact that she had Matt's bright blue eyes, the door to your hospital room flung open. Startled, you glanced over at the doorway seeing Matt at the entrance, Chris and Nick standing timidly behind him.

"Baby... I'm so sorry I'm late!" Matt apologized, rushing to your side. The nerves rushed over you again as you waited for him to take a look at the baby you had brought into the world. He leaned over the bed, pressing a long, sweet kiss to your forehead. "I'm a dad?" He asked softly, smiling at the sleeping baby. You let out a laugh of relief as you nodded in response to his question. Chris and Nick were still frozen in the doorway until Matt ushered them over, "Guys, come look at my two beautiful girls."

All three of them looked at your baby girl with awe, any doubts you had now long gone. You knew from that moment forward this baby was going to be the most spoiled, and loved from three of the most amazing people in your life.

[bunnisanblog]

a/n: college setting, older toge (like 22 years old!)

can you imagine being so incredibly stressed out because of exams and the amount of studying you need to do, but you just can’t focus no matter how much you try? while you flip through the pages of your textbook and start taking notes and erasing then rewriting, you had a lightbulb moment — your boyfriend toge! that’s perfect… you thought, he can just tell me to focus or study and you can finally lock in on whatever it is you’re studying! when you tell him to come to you and explain your brilliant plan to get you focused, he stares at your cute excited face about your idea and smirks to himself under his mask cause he had other plans. he leans in beside your ear and whispers, “spread your legs.” like clockwork, your legs separate and you look up at him with flushed cheeks. “t-toge this isn’t what i meant—” he shut you up by exactly saying just that. he starts massaging your inner thighs and writing out what he wants to say on your soft skin. “all mine?” gesturing to your cunt, which to his surprise is already getting so, so wet for him. you nod weakly when you feel his hands inch closer to your most sensitive bundle of nerves and he starts moving his fingers in circles right on top of it. “i need to focus on this though” you whine, avoiding his eyes as you can physically feel your cheeks just getting hotter by the second. he grabs a hold of your chin and forces you to look at him, “focus on me.” you instantly lock eyes with him more intensely than before and you bite your bottom lip to control all the lewd sounds you would make from coming out. he smirks and mouthes, “good girl…” before licking up and down your slit and sucking all the right spots. you were on the verge of tears from how good it felt and you damn near almost yelped once you felt him put two fingers inside of you and the overstimulation from him sucking your clit and fingering you at just the right tempo was driving you crazy. he feels you clenching around his fingers when you’re close and oh my god when he looks up at you from between your legs and you see him smirk, it’s all over when he pauses from eating you out for a split second and looks you dead in the eye and says, “cum.”

[celestialprincesse]

Good day!!

I don’t know if ur comfortable with this or not - but could u maybe do something with poly!141? Like price, ghost, soap, gaz all being ur boyfriends?

but…..make it spicy👀 (like really spicy…)

maybe reader is having a stressful week and snaps at them and instantly starts crying because she feels bad and they all are just like “it’s okay lovie” and they all make her orgasm…?

I understand if u don’t wanna! I love I lots and I hope u have a good day! Don’t forget to eat and drink!

Lord have mercy, I can barely write smut between two people, let alone five That's not gonna stop me from giving it a try though🤭🎀

nsfw ☁️ mdni

The boys are on eggshells today. The house is quiet as they go about their individual chores and tasks, leaving you to skulk around with a storm cloud lingering over your head. You've had colleagues from work barraging your inbox and keeping you up at night to fill in reports for ever tightening deadlines all week. There's been an ever tightening knot between your shoulders, sending tension up your back, wrenching at your stomach and leaving you on the verge of either crying or blowing up at someone.

Soon enough, Johnny and Kyle come barrelling into the living room where you sit huffing at the documents before you, clattering into the coffee table and knocking over a vase full of flowers John had brought in from the garden for you.

"Shite." Johnny sighs, and Kyle immediately turns your way, noting the seething look on your normally gentle face. "Bird - Fuck, sorry. We'll clean it up." "You really couldn't just take whatever the fuck you were doing outside?!"

The sound of raised voices has John and Simon making their way into the lounge, concerned looks settling upon their handsome features. "Wha's happenin'?" Simon questions, taking in the mess in the living room with a frown - the way your bottom lip is already wobbling with tears waiting to fall, Johnny and Kyle looking like children waiting to be scolded. "I-" You sniffle, all eyes immediately falling in your direction as your head drops into your hands, little hiccuping sobs echoing through the room, sending four heads snapping your way.

"Shh, shh." John hushes, already taking you into his chest, guiding you down to the sofa, where he's already kneeling before you, peppering kisses up your inner thighs, whilst the others similarly make their way to your side, Kyle capturing your lips with his, a strong hand coming to run sweetly up your jaw, whilst he tongues at your lips.

You're already bucking up against John's palm, mewling softly as he strokes his fingers up the slick material of your panties, not teasing you for too long as he hooks his fingers into the wet cotton, pulling it to the side, pressing a kiss to your clit before licking a ling stripe up between your folds, gripping your thighs as he delves his tongue deep into your pussy, sending your back arching. Your moans are lost to Kyle's mouth, whilst Simon pulls your top up to take one of your nipples between his teeth, his other hand kneading at your other breast.

Meanwhile, Johnny's cock is springing from his jeans, your soft hand wrapping around his shaft, pale beads of precum as he jerks himself into your palm. You've long gone into complete overdrive, lashes dropping against your cheeks as your legs shake at John's ears, your desperate, keening moans echoing within the ears of the four men fucking you. Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, no longer from anger or frustration, but from complete, desperate overstimulation, your cum gushing out onto John's tongue, your bowed back slumping down onto the couch cushions as you're gathered up into Kyle's arms, Johnny already on his way to run you a hot bath, whilst Simon stows your laptop away.

Writing five people doing the nasty is hard!! Anyways!!!

[lingeringdesires505]

maybe its for the best

rin itoshi x reader

angst

rin can’t stop blaming himself, he knows hes at fault, that hes the reason the two of you had broken up. rin’s life mainly revolved around soccer, until he met you. all his life, his only goal was to beat his brother, itoshi sae, and show him how he too could be good at soccer. little did he know, he would be so caught up in his obsession with competing against his brother would ruin a relationship he had cherished so much.

28 April, 10.58 p.m.

The night you two broke up, it was after one of his late night trainings. despite being tired and burnt out, he still stayed back after training, pushing himself to his limit, in hopes that his skill would be up to par with his brother’s.

you laid in your shared bed with him, wondering when he would come home. his soccer training should have ended at 9 p.m., yet he was still not home. seeing the clock almost striking 11, you became more and more worried about your lover. you had sent him multiple texts, but none were read.

“he must be staying back after training again,” you thought to yourself. despite the constant reminders not to overexert himself, and that he should rest more, rin never listened to you. he would either brush you off, saying it was no big deal and that he wasnt tired, or just ignore you. you understood that he was feeling lots of stress especially with the upcoming soccer match, but you just couldnt stand there and see him destroy himself like this. it certainly wasnt healthy and beneficial for his physical or mental health.

as you reached the stadium, you saw a familiar figure doing his routines.

“rin! ive been worried about you. its already 11 p.m., you should come home and rest!” you called out to him as you ran towards him.

“ just a few more minutes…im almost done. after im done, we can go home, okay? “ he said without looking back to you.

as much as you wanted to let him finish, you could already tell he was extremely tired. the sweat running down his forehead and muscles, the heavy panting that you knew all to well — he was already pushing his limits, if you were to let him continue, he might over exhaust himself, doing more harm than good to his body.

“ rinnie, please, youre at your limit already, please just stop! youre going to hurt yourself at this rate! “ you begged him to stop, but he wouldnt listen. tears started to well up in your eyes as you grew more and more anxious, why wouldnt he just stop hurting himself like this and listen to you?

it wasnt long before rin snapped.

“do you really think im that weak?! besides, what i do to my own body is none of your business! youre just another obstacle in the way of my success, just leave me alone you lukewarm piece of shit, god damn it!” he shouted, his eyes filled with anger as he finally looked over to you.

that was when he realised he fucked up.

his heart ached as he saw hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. no, wait, he didnt mean it!

“please baby, wait, i didnt mean it. im so sorry i said that, please..” he immediately stopped what he was doing to run towards you, forcefully hugging you, frantically apologising.

you didnt say anything. you couldnt say anything. you were in disbelief — the man that you had loved with all your heart, the man that you cared for so deeply, wanted you to leave him alone? was this truly the way he felt about you? just an obstacle? a lukewarm piece of shit?

“baby please, i didnt mean any of that… its all my fault, i know you want the best for me. forgive me please… please, say something!” this time, rin was the one of the verge of tears.

“so that’s how you feel about me?… you want me to leave you alone?…” you managed to stutter out, trying hard not to start bawling on the spot. how could he say something so hurtful?

“fine. if that’s how you want it, dont contact me ever again rin, it’s over between us.”

you ran back to your car before rin could react and slammed the door shut, driving off to your shared apartment to pack your things and move out. you weren’t just angry, you were upset.

you couldnt believe this was how your relationship with rin was going to end. you always thought of rin as someone you would continue to love and care for, someone you would grow old with.

that night, rin laid on the grass in the stadium, looking up at the night sky, head filled with regrets, heart aching.

present

was it really worth it? rin always asked himself. sure, he managed to show to his brother that his soccer skills were excellent, but that didnt make him happy. in fact, after the two of you had broken up, nothing made him happy. how could he be happy without you? he was struggling to even live a day without you.

rin would spend countless sleepless nights scrolling through his photo gallery, looking at photos you had forced him to take with you. the poor man couldnt even sleep without your scent. he would often try and find old articles of clothing you had left behind around the house — it was the only way he could sleep, with your scent.

he would spend many hours training, even if there wasnt any upcoming matches. he was desperate to find any sort of distraction to distract himself from thinking about you.

some nights after training, he prayed that you would still be there outside the stadium, waiting to drive him home. he prayed that he could see you again, hear your sweet voice and hearty laugh again. he was so desperate to hear your voice again, he didnt care if he had to hear your nagging or your complaints, he just needed to hear you again, to see that pretty face of yours.

rin always thought about how foolish he was. before he met you, he felt that unfortunate things always happened to him. he always thought about how terrible and unlucky his life was. that was until he met you. you were like a blessing from heaven, an angel that came and brightened up his dull, lukewarm life. he wished he had known how to appreciate you earlier. if only he had opened his eyes and see how much you had loved and cared for him.

it feels like torture scrolling through your instagram page, seeing you move in with your new boyfriend, seeing you have dinner dates with him. he knows your new boyfriend treats you way better than he ever did, and he feels happy that your being taken good care of, but deep down, his heart was being ripped into shreds. it felt so wrong, but he couldnt stand the thought of you laughing, or smiling for another man. you were already moving on with life, getting ready to marry your boyfriend, and there was nothing he could do about it.

rin accepted that he could never be at peace with himself, especially since he had fucked up the only good thing in his life. it was too late for regrets, the only thing he could do now was make sure that you were safe and happy from afar.

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