#i was working on these while doing the valentines i only gave myself an hour a day to work on each :)

[numberonetribble]

Some Piston memes for everyone! I hope you love them as much as I do! :3

Megatron likes Piston, he thinks they're a funny little bug! Piston wants to go home.

[sturniolosreads]

Dating Matt but Nick and Chris make you stay over at their house because when Matt’s at your place they don’t anyone to drive them places

UBER

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!reader

Today was Sunday, I had just gotten back from a long travel day and was driving to my boyfriend, Matts house. Matt was my lifesaver, we met when we were 14; he saw me sitting on the floor near the girls restroom when he had come out of class to go to the toilet.

I was sat crying, going into a panic attack because I couldn't do the work that my maths teacher gave me, he rushed up to me, held me and comforted me despite having no idea who was.

After he calmed me down, he helped me figure out the work and told me that he often experienced anxiety too. When lunch came around, he introduced me to his triplet brothers, Nick, and Chris. From that day on, all four of us were inseparable.

In junior year, we had both developed a crush on each other; he put flowers in my locker with a note asking me out on Valentine's day, and who was I to say no? So, we began to go on dates, and on the 3rd date he asked me if he could be my boyfriend.

Three years later, we were in a healthy and happy relationship. We had organised a movie night with me, Matt, Nick, Chris, and Nate so that Nick and Chris werent 3rd and 4th wheeling. I got out of my car after finally arriving to the triplets' house and grabbed my keys out of my pocket.

Matt had given me a key to their house when they moved to L.A a year ago so that i could let myself in, sometimes i would have trouble sleeping at night so i would drive over to the triplets house, Matt knew I did it to help me sleep at night so it never bothered him when he would wake up to me cuddled up at the side of him.

lunlocked the door and stepped into the house, Matt must have heard me pulling up because as soon as stepped foot in the doorway, he nearly knocked me over with a bone crushing hug.

" missed you baby, how was Boston?" he asked, his speech slightly muffled due to his head being nuzzled into my neck. I laughed, kissing his cheek

"it was good, I missed you too. How have things been while I was away?”

He groaned, pulling away from me *hell, imagine having to babysit two 20-year-old toddlers." Nick walked up from behind him *just because you have to have everything clean all the time Mr.

Perfect" he rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug

"it's good to have you back y/n, this moron hasn't stopped whining since we dropped you off at the airport." | laughed again at the brothers' antics.

"you guys need to come next time, I bumped into Marylou at the store, she said that the next time I go to Boston I need to drag you by the hair to come with me." I told them, they smiled.

"Were planning to go next month, you'll be coming with us of course" Matt spoke. "Hurry up guys I wanna start the movie!" Chris whined from upstairs. I rolled my eyes playfully at his dramatics, walking up the stairs with Matt and Nick following my lead.

Chris got up and ran to me as I came up the stairs. He jumped up and wrapped his legs around me like a monkey (like he did to nick in the vlog ages ago) as I let out a strained groan. Matt laughed and pried Chris off me. I giggled a bit and hugged Chris normally, despite there only being a few months of an age difference between me and the triplets, Chris was like a little brother to me.

He could be the biggest nuisance, but that was what made him so loveable. Matt never had a problem with us being close because he knew that we never thought about each other that way, and he knew that me and Chris were strictly platonic. " missed you sis he said, a toothy grin on his face as he pulled away from the hug. « missed you too kid, what are we watching?" | asked him, and he suddenly got more excited "we bought the new ninja turtles movie"

TIME SKIP

We spent around 2 hours on the couch together, watching the movie and eating our weight in Wingstop. Nate left around half way through, saying that he didn't want to wake up his mom by coming home too late. Once the movie was over, I

#I'm gonna head home guys, I'm exhausted from travelling" I said to them. Matt stood up after me

*I'lI take you home, I'll probably just end up staying at yours anyway. Chris immediately protested.

��No matt, I have to go to a meeting tomorrow morning, and I need you to drive me" he whined.

"I'm not an uber Chris, either walk or order one." he whined again "y/n, please stay over. I hate taking Ubers, they are too expensive" nick then decided to join the conversation. "I also need to go to target tomorrow” he spoke in a tone that said ‘you better drive me.’

laughed at their desperateness "why don't you guys just hurry up and get your licence? But fine, I'll stay over if matt is okay with it" I turned to look at matt who was standing behind me, silently asking him if he was okay with me sleeping in his room for the night.

"of course, I'm sorry about them" he smiled apologetically at me "it's okay, your bed is comfier anyway" | smiled, running away into his room, and jumping on the bed.

I heard him speaking to Chris, asking him what time he needed to be at the meeting. a few minutes later, I smiled at him as he came through the door of his room, shutting it behind him. "I'm gonna go for a shower and then I'II come to bed" | told him.

He smiled and nodded as he opened his drawer to take out a pair of sweatpants to sleep in "okay, are you just gonna sleep in one of my shirts? I have your spare underwear in my drawer." | nodded at him "yeah, I'II be like 15 minutes, and I'II be done" he nodded.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I took a quick shower, before getting out and wrapping the towel around me and opening the door.

I walked over to the drawer that I kept all my spare things in for when I stayed here and grabbed a pair of underwear along with the t-shirt matt had left out for me. I slipped them on, before getting under the duvet and putting my phone on charge.

Matt smiled at me, pulling me in to him as he put his phone down. "Goodnight baby" he spoke, kissing my forehead "Goodnight love" I buried my face into his chest, falling asleep in minutes.

A/n: sorry this is so short, but first one shot done. I'm so scared to publish this 😭

[nonotnolan]

The Ends Justify The Means

As always, this February story is dedicated to my valentine, @mergeman

"Okay, but did we have to add him to the Hivemind?" Jordan said, looking at his unconscious boss with a look of resigned disappointment. "If I end up with an old man's vocabulary because of him, I'm gonna be so upset. This body looks too good to sound like a geezer." He tossed his shirt to the ground and gave me a flex. "See what I mean?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Some humans stress-tested my 40% Free Will rule, and Jordan was definitely one of them. "One, bringing him into the Collective is the only way to bend his authority to our will. Two, the symbiote doesn't change our speech, it just enhances our knowledge. And three, the eventual goal is to overtake most of humanity anyway. We were gonna have to add Shaun sooner or later."

Jordan nodded, though I doubted he was paying any attention me. He was one of the part-time workers I had converted within the past two hours, and so his symbiote half was still checking out his new body. I can't blame it, I suppose.

I wasn't sure this plan was even going to work, so I was glad we managed to succeed. Capturing the part-time college students who worked here had been easy-- a bit of flirting from a tempting body, a kiss to introduce the symbiote, rinse and repeat. Shaun had been much more difficult. We had to resort to ambushing him in the bathroom where there we no cameras. Jordan's strength held him in place while I pried open his jaw to insert the new symbiote. It was far from elegant-- Shaun was stronger than he looked-- but at least it worked.

Shaun finally opened his eyes, and looked at me with a wry grin. "Alright, sir. I know we have a lot to talk about, but let's retreat somewhere else, shall we? It's cramped in here, and I think Jordan is a few moments away from whipping his dick out."

"You're not wrong," I said, shaking my head. "We should probably leave him to it. If nothing else, it will be nice to talk things over someplace a bit... less pungent. I assume you know what is going to be expected of you?"

"I do," Shaun says, crossing his arms. "Although I was hoping to talk to you about that one. I scheduled Darren to work Valentine's Day because I haven't had that day off for the past three years. This body's wife is threatening to make life miserable if I still have to work the holiday despite my recent promotion. I have a proposal for you."

I smiled at the audacity of this symbiote. Clearly its host body had a lot of confidence.

"Darren will still get the day off, of course," Shaun said. "But instead of working the day myself, I'll just tell Jenn that she's going to have to handle the shift solo. We don't need two store managers tomorrow night-- no one goes furniture shopping on Valentine's."

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"You'll never guess what happened today!" Darren said, greeting me when I arrived home. He and I had been dating for a few weeks now, ever since I was granted control over this host body. Unlike the symbiotes who were mostly extensions of my mind and my personality, I had full control and full autonomy over my decisions. Coming out of the closet was one of the first changes I made to this host's former life.

"Your store is actually closing for a holiday?" I guessed, walking up to him and hugging him from behind. I held him close, feeling the heat of his body against my borrowed chest. Humans were very big on physical contact, and it was a ritual I was more than happy to join.

Darren chuckled as he turned around for a quick kiss. "Okay, so it wasn't a miracle. But it was still pretty crazy! Shaun texted me, and approved my vacation time for tomorrow. Can you believe that? I've never known him to change his mind like that before."

I just smiled at him. "Maybe your District Manager yelled at him about it? You did submit that request a few months ago." As much as I hated feeding white lies and omitted facts to my boyfriend, I couldn't justify telling him my full truth this early in the relationship. Anyway, the only way I'd be filling him with a symbiote would be if we broke up and he posed a risk to my secret. I wanted a relationship with an equal, not a masturbatory fling with a clone of myself. Anyway, what was the phrase? The ends justify the means.

"Well, maybe." He paused a few minutes to consider this possibility before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, and I'm not going to question it. I'm just glad you kept those dinner reservations! I'm looking forward to tomorrow's date!" He smiled, and I could feel my heart melting. I would do anything in my power to make him happy.

[alj4890]

First Night Out

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a rewrite of Book 1's Chapter 2

Here you go @jerzwriter 😉 I took your challenge. Here's how I think the bar scene would have gone if it had been Tobias instead of Ethan.

Masterlist

Donahue's...

"Tequila?" Chris winced as she swallowed the dreaded yet needed shot.

Jackie snickered over her reaction. "Too much?"

"No." Chris slammed the empty glass down. "I've never really liked the stuff. Whiskey is the only way to unwind after work."

"Your Scottish is showing." Elijah teased.

She shrugged with an unrepentant grin and twirled the empty shot glass with her hand. "Still true though."

"I don't care what we drink." Jackie pointed out. "Just as long as it gets the job done."

"It was a rough day." Sienna shuddered after swallowing her second shot. "Rough but satisfying."

Landry waved down a waitress and asked for glasses of water for the table.

"We've only begun and you're already wussing out?" Jackie laughed.

"No!" A deep blush creeped over his face and ears. "But we do have to be back at work first thing tomorrow morning."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "So does the majority of people here and you don't see them doing anything other than enjoying themselves."

She pushed another shot towards him. "Live a little."

He hesitated then did as she said.

Chris slid out of the booth.

"Where are you going?" Jackie asked.

"To enjoy myself." Chris replied, her signature smile lighting up her face. "And to get a decent drink."

Urging the others to join her on the dancefloor, she gave in to the music and relief that she'd somehow survived her first day at Edenbrook.

Little did she know that from across the bar, she was being admired.

"Another, please." Tobias told Reggie.

Taking a sip, he allowed his attention to be solely captured by his latest rookie.

Dr. Christy Valentine had done nothing but surprise him throughout the day. She stepped up without hesitation to help a woman who'd collapsed before her shift even began. She didn't panic when it became dire, like many interns did their first few months. He was impressed with how quick her mind was able to assess and accurately diagnose the problem.

With her first assigned patient, she went above and beyond in not only making the patient heard and calm but in not giving up on finding the true cause of her illness.

Tobias liked her. He knew if he wasn't the one supposed to mentor her into greatness that he'd have liked her right off the bat. After hours spent observing her from afar, he saw she had a quick wit that he'd love to go toe to toe against.

She was also, especially in that outfit, damn sexy.

His eyes traveled down her body while she danced. He took in the mass of red hair piled into a messy bun. Tendrils of that silky hair had escaped the pins and brushed against her cheeks. Her green eyes sparkled with her simple joy in cutting loose for a change.

His attention lingered there before appreciating her chosen outfit. That green blouse of hers knotted at her breasts could make a man ache. The cut outs at the shoulders were made for one's lips to graze her pale skin.

Then those shorts. He softly groaned when he got a perfect view of the curve of her backside. He had no idea when he first met her that she looked like that underneath those scrubs.

"Holy hell." He muttered to himself. "She's going to be nothing but trouble."

As if sensing someone talking about her, Chris looked around and paused when her eyes collided with his. His breath hitched when she flashed a smile his way.

He couldn't help but smile back.

Chris was about to go talk to him, when she was pulled off the dancefloor by Bryce.

"Come on, Valentine." He teased, eyes lingering on her cleavage. "Let's see who's the best."

He handed her some darts.

"What do I get if I win?" She asked.

Bryce leaned closer, a flirty smile gracing his lips. "Whatever you want."

Chris tapped a dart against her cheek as if thinking it over. Her attention drifted once more to see Tobias watching her.

"I think a round of drinks for my friends." She decided.

Squaring up before the board, she told him to go ahead and put the order in.

Bryce laughed along with the other surgeons over her cockiness. "You're on the wrong team, Chris. You should join the surgeons with that amount of confidence."

She smiled and without even having to aim, hit three bullseyes in a row.

Everyone's jaws dropped. Sienna squealed with victory while Jackie and Elijah called out their orders.

Chris broke away from the good natured teasing and made her way to the bar.

"Dr. Carrick." She slid into a barstool next to him.

"Rookie." He teased. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Can't you tell?" She propped her head on her hand to study him in a more relaxed setting.

"Oh, I can tell." He smirked over the rim of his glass. "Not only do you dress the part, you live it."

A slow, seductive smile began to form on Chris's face. "Why Dr. Carrick? Should my attending notice what I wear?"

"I don't think there's anyone here who could ignore you or you in that outfit right now." He replied with a wink.

Chris felt her heartbeat race at the thought she had somehow caught his attention. It'd been difficult enough to ignore how handsome he was at work. His kindness in encouraging her to keep searching for Annie's true health issues had gone a long way in making her first day great.

Having a chance to work with a man whose career she admired had been a dream come true. She hadn't anticipated how much she wanted to get to know the real him, the one he was when not at the hospital.

"You look like you could use a drink." He waved Reggie down. "What'll it be?"

"Whiskey." She responded.

"Two." He added, motioning towards his own empty glass.

"Finally, someone who knows what to drink." Chris relaxed back in her stool.

"You should join me more often if you admire my drinking preferences that much." He teased.

"I just might." She took a sip and sighed deeply over the welcoming warmth fishing through her body.

"That good or was your day that bad?" He asked.

"It wasn't bad at all." She responded. "I was challenged and I was lucky enough to have a doctor willing to give me a chance."

He tapped his glass against hers. "You did good, Valentine. If you keep this up, you'll be running the hospital before you know it."

She laughed, shaking her head over that notion. "That's never been my goal. I only want to be the best diagnostician I can be."

"You're on your way." Tobias smiled softly at her. "Let's hope you don't lose that drive, for all our sakes."

"I won't." She vowed. "I've worked too hard to get here. I can't falter now."

"You'd be surprised how many doctors do." He swallowed a healthy gulp. "There will be days when you face unwinnable odds and wonder why you even try. Then you'll remember that if you don't, who else is going to step up and do it."

Chris allowed his words to soak in.

"I understand."

He chuckled. "You don't, not yet anyway, but you will."

"You're ending my night on a slightly depressing note." She teased. "Any chance you have something positive to say?"

"I already said you did good." A twinkle came to his eyes. "Fishing for more compliments?"

"Maybe." She finished off her drink. "It doesn't have to be all about work, you know."

Tobias stilled. "Ah. So, we're delving more into that territory."

"Ummhmm." She hummed.

"Chris," he leaned closer to her, "there's something you need to think about before we cross that line."

"And that is?" She prodded.

Tobias slowly smiled at her. "Look, I won't lie. I am attracted to you."

"The feeling's mutual." Chris responded.

"I have no problem seeing where this could go." He told her. "The thing is, are you going to be able to work with me if we do become involved?"

He held his hand up when she was about to answer.

"Seriously, think about it. There will be times I'll push you, Chris. Can you put whatever develops between us away until after you leave the hospital each night?"

Tobias paid for their drinks.

"Or, if you'd rather see where this attraction goes but don't want me as your attending anymore, then we can find you another doctor to work under."

Her eyes widened. "You'd be willing to do that?"

"If that's what you want." He squeezed her hand. "Think about it. Take as long as you need, then let me know."

He paused on his way out. "If you realize you don't want to chance anything, I'm fine with being just your attending."

Chris watched him leave. Her heart raced at the notion that she could have whatever she wanted with him. Though he told her to think about it, she knew there was no doubt in her mind.

I want something more.

The only thing she had to decide was whether or not she could handle working with him while doing so. The sole reason she applied to Edenbrook was to hopefully work with Tobias. She didn't want to miss out on learning from him.

"Can I separate the two?" She wondered.

She wasn't sure, but she knew she was willing to try.

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

For you, I would do anything (Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

Little valentines fic for you all :) First time writing for Kelley! Hope you enjoy

Words: 2.2K

Over the years I had noticed Kelley getting less and less excited about valentines day. When we first started dating 5 years ago, she was super excited about it and I had to break it to her that I didn't actually celebrate valentines day. I despised it. Why did I need one day to spoil her when I did it constantly throughout the year. She was understandably disappointed and I hated it so we had compromised on doing something small. For the first 2 years of our relationship we were never together on valentines day so I got away with sending her flowers and a nice letter. The 2 years after that I just cooked her dinner and got her flowers or a necklace or something similar. I always felt a little bit guilty though because I knew she loved it. Deep down I was worried that Kelley would start to resent me for not liking it, for not celebrating it the way she wanted to. 

As we walked around town, looking around shops that were all decorated for valentines day, I noticed how Kelley would frown briefly before covering it up. I promised myself then that I was going to spoil the shit out of her this year. I had just opened my own Auto body and mechanical shop so I didn't have a lot of money these days. Ever since I was a kid, I would spend hours working on cars with my dad. Ranging from fixing them to body work. I fell in love with it and worked for years to be able to open a shop that incorporated both aspects. Despite that, I was determined to spoil her.

Kelley was going away for the week leading up to valentines day and wasn't coming back until the 15th. It gave me plenty of time to put my plan into action. I had been planning on proposing to her for a while now, but I couldn't afford to get her the ring she deserves yet. I knew I could probably get her a cheap $50 one and she wouldn't care, but Kelley deserved better. I had seen a couple of videos where people had made their own rings out of hex nuts or by welding them from scratch. It didn't look too hard so I thought about maybe doing that instead. I just hoped it would be good enough for her. 

I tried to enjoy the time with Kelley before she went away, but my mind was working over time trying to plan how to make this the best valentines day. Kelley stopped suddenly, pulling me back with our joined hands and pecking my lips quickly. "You okay baby?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You just seem quieter than usual."

"It's just been a long couple of days and you're leaving me."

Kelley laughed, pecking my lips, "I know it's hard work, but I'm so proud of you, you're doing amazing. I'm only gone for a week. It'll fly by."

"Let's get out of here, you need to finish packing and I need cuddles before you leave."

Kelley went straight to packing when we got home while I got lost in research about making rings out of a hex nuts. I wanted to get it right so if that meant watching countless videos and spending hours making it then that's what I would do. I don't know how long had passed when Kelley closed my laptop, moving it to the coffee table. She was only wearing underwear and one of my t-shirts, "You've been longer then 10 minutes."

"Sorry baby, I got caught up. Are you all packed?"

She straddled my lap, pecking my lips, "You work too hard. I'm all done."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise for working hard on something you love. Is it cuddle time?"

My hands ran up her thighs as I placed light kisses along her jaw, a quite moan slipping from her lips, "I have a better idea." 

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I always hated when Kelley was gone, but this time I was at least a bit glad about it. It meant I didn't have to sneak around or make excuses for staying out late while I planned the perfect valentines day. I still didn't understand it or even like it, but for Kelley I was willing to do anything. 

For the next week I spent most of my time at my shop working on the ring as well as a welded flower made from different types of nuts. She had seen a video where someone had made something similar and joked that if I made her one then she would love me forever. So I decided to actually do it. I also spent most of the week anxious and filled with worry that it wouldn't be enough for her. I wanted to do more, I wanted to spoil her and buy her something amazing that she deserved, but I just couldn't afford it this year. I knew deep down that whatever I did for Kelley, she would love it. She always said that it wasn't about the money, that the important thing was the thought behind it. I tried to keep that in mind. 

It took a lot of work, but I managed to turn the nut into a perfectly round and shiny ring. I didn't want it to just be plain so with the help of one of my friends I got a feather engraved on the top and 'You swept me off my feet' engraved inside. The feather represented how we first met. Kelley and I had met when she crashed into me with her bike while trying to avoid a bird on the path. I ended up with a fractured wrist and nasty cut on my forehead. Despite that, I still found her oddly charming and very attractive. So when she asked me to dinner as an apology, I accepted. It was the best decision I'd ever made. Even if she always jokes that she swept me off my feet the second we met. That was the reason for the engraving inside. 

Kelley was due to land in just over an hour and I was rushing around getting everything set up before I had to go pick her up. I had spread LED candles and flowers across the room, set the table with a heart patterned table cloth, some real candles and a heart shaped box of chocolates. I had prepared her favourite food and some chocolate covered strawberries. Once everything was set up, I rushed out to pick her up. The hardest part was not to telling her about it when she asked how my week was. I normally told Kelley everything. It was easier not to when she wasn't here in person, when I didn't feel her hand in mine or lips on mine. It was hard, but I managed to change the topic to stop myself from spilling everything. 

The plan was to have Kelley go in first, which wouldn't work if she managed to get her bags like she was about to. I quickly ran around the car, taking the bags from her hands, much to Kelley's confusion, "I got your bags."

"I ca-"

"I know you can get them yourself, doesn't mean I'm going to let you. Now open the door."

Kelley gasped, freezing in place when she made it inside. After a few seconds, she turned to face me, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me and kissing her temple, "Happy valentines day my love."

"Y-you did this?"

"Unless you have a secret girlfriend I don't know about, yes it was me."

Kelley laughed, kissing me softly before she turned serious, "I love this. You didn't have to do it though. I know you don't like valentines day."

"You're right, I don't really like the day, but you do Kel. I've watched you become less excited about it over the years and I hated it. I'm not going to let you lose your love for valentines day because of me. You deserve to be spoilt, you deserve to be showered with love from your girlfriend on a day you love. Seeing the way you lit up is well worth celebrating a day I don't like so get used to it."

"I love you, I love that you did this for me, but it's not fair to make you do something you don't like."

"And it's not fair to not do something you love. You're not making me do anything. Seeing you happy is all that matters to me Kel and if this does that then I'm going to do it."

She sighed, knowing I wasn't going to back down, "Why don't we compromise? Next year we just stick to what we have been doing and the year after we go all out. Then just keep to that rotation. That way we both get what we want."

"You're okay with that?"

"I am. Relationships are about compromise. I'm just looking forward to the day I get to spoil the shit out of you. I didn't get you anything this year though, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, I don't need anything. Valentines is for me to spoil you, the one who actually likes it. Speaking of, can you stop arguing with me so we can get back to me spoiling you?"

I stepped away from Kelley, holding my arm out for her and guiding her to the table. I pulled her seat out, waiting for her to sit down before putting dinner on to finish cooking and lighting the candles. Kelley had a small smile as she watched me move around. Her eyes were almost sparkling with the happiness and love that filled them. It made me want to get down on one knee right then and there, but I had a plan that I wanted to stick to. Instead we talked about anything we could think of while joking and laughing. Even after being together for 5 years, we never ran out of things to talk about. Talking to her was easy, being with her was easy. We fought occasionally, ran into rough patches especially over how much Kelley was gone, but together we made it work. I couldn't wait to marry her, to spend the rest of my life with her by my side through whatever life threw at us. 

We had just finished dinner when Kelley squeezed my hand bringing me out of my thoughts, "What's on your mind baby?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too Y/n/n. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing."

I kissed the back of her hand, "You're welcome my love. There's chocolate covered strawberries as well."

Kelley laughed, reaching over the table to kiss me gently, "You really did every cliché valentines thing there is and I love it. The strawberries might have to wait because I'm stuffed."

"I know, that's why I did it. In that case, I have something for you."

I handed Kelley the wrapped flower. She unwrapped it slowly, wide smile appearing as she saw what it was. I felt myself relax slightly seeing her smile while I tried not to freak out about what comes next. "You actually made me one? This is awesome baby."

I pulled the black box out of my pocket, keeping it hidden as I moved to stand in front of her, "You said if I made you one then you would love me forever, so I did. I may have gone one step extra and made you a ring hoping that still stands." I opened the box, sinking down on one knee as Kelley covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with tears for the second time today, "Hoping that you'll let me love you, support you, protect you, make you laugh and smile for the rest of our lives, hoping you'll say yes when I ask if you'll marry me. So Kelley O'Hara, will you be by my side for the rest of our lives? Will you make me the happiest woman alive and marry me?"

"Yes, yes Y/n of course I will," Kelley pulled me up, wrapping her arms around me tightly as tears fell against my neck, "I love you so much."

My own tears made their way down my cheeks as I connected our lips then pulled away slightly, "I love you Kel. Can I put this on you now?"

Kelley connected our lips in a lingering kiss before holding her hand out. I slipped the perfectly sized ring on her finger, nerves skyrocketing as she examined it, "Did you say you made this?"

"Um yeah. I couldn't afford the nice ring you deserve so I made one. It's nothing special and I'll get you a-"

"Baby I love it. I love it so much. This means more to me than any fancy, expensive ring you could have gotten. I don't want a different one. I love this because you made it and that's more important then how much this costs. You engraved it with a feather?"

"Riley did it for me. I figure it represents how we first met. It's engraved inside as well."

Kelley slipped the ring off, laughing as she read what it said, "How the hell did I get lucky enough to get to marry you? I love you so fucking much Y/n. I can't wait to marry you."

[uenodivision]

It was late into the evening when a certain nun in Ueno received a gift. Inside the gift were two items the first was an edible fruit arrangement and the other item was a beautiful cherry blossom bonzai. 

“Sorry if this is a bit too forward but Happy Valentine’s Day Shisuta-san. Just a thanks for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you enjoy them.”

- Ayumu H.

Shisuta gasped, covering her mouth as she looked at the gifts her good friend, Ayumu had bequeathed her. She smiled at the fruit arrangement and how it was arranged. She promised herself she'd make this into a lovely fruit salad for lunch tomorrow. Placing it in her refrigerator, she then turned her attention to the bonsai tree, and how smiled as the smell from the flowers filled the air. Looking at it reminded her that she still had much work to do when it came to pruning her own bonsai trees.

...Speaking of which, that gave her an excellent idea on how to reciprocate Ayumu...

Several hours later...

"Daddy, daddy!"

While he was busy cooking for himself and his daughter, Ayumu looked at his daughter came rushing up to him, excited.

"Yes, what is it, sweetheart?"

"Miss Shisuta sent you some gifts!"

Hearing of the nun's name made Ayumu inhale sharply, especially upon hearing that she had sent something. Following his daughter to the doorway to their house, he looked as on the doorstep were two gifts placed in boxes. Picking them up, he brought them inside in the living room and opened them, his daughter watching him. His eyes grew wide at what was inside both.

Inside the first was a bonsai tree, similar to the one that Ayumu had sent her. The only difference was Shisuta's was covered in cherry blossoms, which wasn't a surprise considering she lived in the city of Ueno, which was known for their cherry blossom trees. What's more, the tree also had beautiful red and gold theme, befitting of Valentine's Day.

The second gift featured a small yet delicious and colorful brownie cake that featured a small monk-like character and a message that said, 'Happy Valentine's Day', which was addressed to him. Inside the box was a message, also addressed to him, which read:

'There aren't enough words that I can say that I can express myself with. So, instead I will simply speak a verse from 1 Corinthians 16:14, which reads:

"Let all that you do be done with love."

Happy Valentine's Day to you, Ayumu-san.

P.S. Say hello to Sara-chan for me.'

[candiedapplez]

I ask you all of the questions from that one reblog. Good luck/nf/j

Omg ok this will be a while then tehehehehehehhe im not complaining though!!!! Heres the questions so u can look at the questions and the answers!

1.this one is OBVIOUS!!! A-90 and Opheebop!!! DUUUUUUUH!

2.lighter. Ive never used a match before

3.ew no!!! I don't want buggies crawling in my room while im sleeping!!!! However i have before!

4. Aaaaaa ive never really gotten into that stuff so i cant really give an answer-

5. A really dark brown!!

6. Oops i did that again???

7. Well idk ive used both and they are both work really well! however i do think scrunchies are safer for your hair, i use normal hair ties more often because scrunchies are more bulky and yeah i dont prefer that, but both are great!

8. Six. I have six.

9.NONE! COFFE IS GROSS BLEEEEEEGH!!

10. Ofc!!

11. Does drawing count?

12. Good day!!!!! I havent cried yet so-

13. Not too long ago, like an hour ago actually. I had pizza! (Incase u were wondering)

14. HELL YEAH!!!

15. Nope and i never want to be 😗

16. NoooooOoOoO-

17. Nope i have perfect vision muah

18. I DONT WANNA SAY TEHE! (Sry)

19. Yea ofc!!! But they probably wont turn out good…

20. Soda…. Ive never seen or heard anyone say pop before….

21. Plushies!!!! I have a unicorn plush my old friend (we dont talk anymore since she moved) gave me for my 7th bday!!!! Yes i remember when, yes i still have it! And its in perferct condition!!! Also there was this one kid who ig had a crush on my and he gave me a basket full of stuff for valentines day and i still have said basket-

22. I have no clue what this means? I guess sensitive?

23. Love it!!!!!

24. Eating :] (and joking abt pushing each other off probably/JOKE/JOKE/JOKE/JOKE)

25. Aaaa i use all of them but i use lotion most so ig lotion?

26. Idk what to say for this one aaaaaagh

27. Like 5 i think? Ive been getting better with my sleep time!!!!

28. Not anymore, our school last year said we could take them off, however i was SO insecure about my face (still am, but not as much as before) so i would wear it every single day. If i showed up to school without one people got surprised. I stopped wearing them this year, however.

29. Hot????

30. THE FUCKING WATER BOTTLES!!!!

31. Theres a lot, i dont wanna get into it 😵‍💫

32…… is that a thing? People have favorite towels??

33. Hm my school took us on a field trip to a high school so we can see animals if that counts… (i have pictures btw if u wanna see them! We saw pigs, sheep, cows and bunny! I didnt take pic of bunny tho 😢)

34. LITERALLY EVERY SIX THE MUSICAL SONG HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS (the only ones i might mess up on are aywd and idnyl bc aywd is long and i dont listen to idnyl often)

35. Pst!!

36. Only once! My username used to have a 0 between the words (Candied0applez) but i changed it bc it made it sound like i candied no apples… but i was originally going to be called caramelapplez but i thought candied sounded better heheh)

37. The friend i mentioned earlier i met first day of kindergarden, her name is Alana, and this other girl Maya i met before kinder! We met eachother at a park and when we walked home we found out we were neighbors so we instantly became besties! (We still are to this day but she lives 30 mins away so i dont see her often-(

38. All…?

39. Sometimes!

40. Ice cream!!!

41. Empty. Coffee is gross

42. Hahahah yt, roblox and occasionally twitter!

43. HAND IT OVER BITCH!

44. Myself/j fucking donald trump 🤮👈🖕

45. NO ☺️

46. Oh god i dont watch any 🫢

47. | v

this actually was to the other girl i mentioned earlier! Maya! I found baby pictures of us when we were in 2nd-3rd grade and i showed her today!!!

48. Never and i dont plan on ever!

49. Never tried

50. GO AHEAD I GET SO EXCITED WHEN IM TAGGED IN SOMETHING AAAAA!

omg that took forever!!! Gosh i dont mind though!!! These were fun questions! Aaaaaaaa i enjoyed that tyty!

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3108

i'm so glad i know myself so well

i did, in fact, sleep through my alarms. i was, in fact, late waking up. i did, however, leave on time because no hair = less time showering. i did, however however, get caught in construction traffic. so despite leaving an extra fifteen minutes early, i was five minutes late. and i was, in fact, tired all fucking day. i was not, however, terribly miserable. mostly tired, and very busy, but mostly just tired.

i did have to argue with insurance again today. it took like five calls in to reach someone while i had the necessary information to talk to people.

after my sling fitting, i stopped at starbucks and made my final attempts at calling the insurance company. eventually i got on the line with someone who connected to someone in prescriptions who eventually gave me the override code to give the pharmacy while they fully finish processing my information to be correct. the regular health insurance part is okay. the prescription thing is still fucky but they're fixing it. so i have a code to tell the pharmacy that'll let them bill my company directly.

sheesh.

literally months of trying to get them to fix this. good fucking grief.

anyway, work was fine. exhausting.

the last student, the one who couldn't come in until 6, was well worth the wait. he was lots of fun to work with, and i'm glad we got along well. he laughed at my stupid jokes and it was generally nice to let the proverbial hair down.

after that, it was 7 and i came right home. had dinner and watched tv, found something for joel for valentine's day, which will be sent to his house in case i can't be there :(

which would be pretty miserable. i wish i could've picked a better time for surgery, but with literally everything else going on, the only time better than this would've been around christmas. and that's just about it.

so i'm getting my shoulder fixed on thursday. and i'm pretty happy about that. but i think the worst part will be missing joel. i can work over zoom. i can write with my left hand. i can be taken places. i can take medication for the pain. but i can't cuddle up with joel because that requires being with joel and both arms for cuddling. which i cannot do T-T

so i'm tired and chillin, need some sleep bc i got less than 4 hours last night because of the meds *dabs*

[livingfictionsystem]

Living Fiction Bonus Chapter.

Only Human

 (Epilogue)

Rochester, New York 

Sparrow Harvey   September 12, 2023

Art never expresses anything but itself. — Oscar Wilde, “The Decay of Living”

I think I was the only one of Xanthe’s friends that was relieved when Seran and Xanthe started talking again. Having reunited with the love of my life, it felt like an awkward contrast as Xanthe was slowly coming to terms with being widowed. 

“I always thought that the day I’d lose him, I’d kill myself,” Xanthe told me with their usual candor. “But there was never a day. It was like a limb was hacked from me in stages over a period of a year. At what point do you consider it gone?” 

They were pretty good about not making their envy known, but you could see a shade of faraway sadness when they looked at Casey and I. But then there was that night where Xanthe finally saw Seran online again after years of being blocked. 

Holy shit! Yes! Congratulations! Seran had escaped from the fucking faeries, was living in a house with two or three new partners now, and Xanthe was diving headfirst into reconnecting. Two-hour long phone calls, explanations, filling in the blanks, and my favorite—talking shit about Rowan. 

This terrified just about everyone else, who all but pleaded with Xanthe to take it slow. “I understand why they’re telling me to be cautious,” Xanthe relented. “I’m not even dating him. We were great friends before we got together, and honestly, that connection may be all I’m capable of.” 

Y’know, because of Seran. But we let the silent part hang in the air anyway. 

They didn’t keep to the plan of ‘no romance’ long. I think it was on the third meeting where they were holding hands, cuddling on the couch—all while being cheered on by the three housemates. I mean, sure, there was reason to be cautious, but I think you could only see the sheer joy radiating from Xanthe if you shared a body with them like I did. 

It was like they were alive again. 

They actually went to a conservatory, eerily echoing the preludes to that Valentine’s day disaster. But this didn’t end badly. In fact, Xanthe ended up spending the night. In fact, Seran and Xanthe slept in the same bed.

In fact, Seran kissed them. At first, just a brushing kiss on the forehead. Xanthe tilted their head up in surprise and their lips met for the first time in 753 days—not like they’ve been counting. 

Jesus. Everyone could feel their synapses firing, a blaze of euphoria in the barren wasteland they’ve made a home for two years. There was an actual electrical surge that went through the entire inworld globe. 

I couldn’t have been happier for them.

Until the next morning. 

I was fronting briefly. Now that things were going so well between the two, I wanted to formally apologize for the podcast I’d done with Robyn. Plus, I had liked Seran. He used to always share his vapes with me when he thought I was still part of Xanthe. “I thought Robyn was another one of Rowan’s victims,” I explained. “Listen, if I knew what she’d done to you, I never would have given her the time of day. I am sorry, though.” 

I also opened up about some of the trauma that Rowan had put me through—something that made me shaky enough to need a cigarette. Seran’s new household gave me one.

Xanthe switched in shortly after. 

That’s about when it went downhill. 

I’m not sure how it started. Xanthe vaguely recollects that they were explaining how their system worked, how they’d only recently discovered I was Nebula. So, this household—Yes, Seran plus three people, because that’s an equation Xanthe clearly hadn’t gotten sick of—decided to tell Xanthe “the truth.” 

“Of course, people like Xhaxhollari have to tell you they’re alters because you won’t be able to accept the truth,” Seran was telling them at the kitchen table. “You know who Xhaxhollari actually is, right? He’s Metatron.” 

We’ve had our blog for a year and a half. Public dissections of how we were made to believe in past-lives, in magic, in gods. Xanthe, Xhaxhollari, and I had mocked it the entire time. And wouldn’t you know? 

It was starting to work again. 

I could feel out mind starting to slip back into that all–too familiar home of divine connections and fated love. It was like when a twisted up paperclip was exposed to heat—it remembered its original pattern and would snap right back to it.

“I don’t know. It could be possible,” Xhaxhollari wasn’t speaking through the body’s mouth. In fact, Xanthe was stunned and silent. “Just because Rowan was lying doesn’t mean there isn’t some sort of crossover between religion and mental health… Perhaps I just don’t remember being him.” 

“Xhax, you were once part of Star like I was,” I told him quietly. Again, I wasn’t audible, but I found myself suddenly wary that this group of pagans could actually hear us. “You get personality traits from our father. You have trauma in response to what happened to us. This doesn’t make sense.” 

Seran wasn’t done, even though Xanthe looked as if their skeleton was trying to escape this conversation without the rest of them. “And Kaspar, too. I know which god they are, but I know they won’t tell you. They know you can’t handle it yet, and they don’t like me knowing.” Seran almost sounded smug. “And you realize that Chandra was Bast, don’t you?” 

Xanthe hesitated. They wanted so badly to believe in this world, to believe in Seran, despite everything they’d learned in the past two years. “I am a system, though. I’m a fictive—I came around right as we read ‘Infernal Devices.’ And I may have originally been a Jack Sparrow fictive before that. And Sparrow—You just met him. He has actual connections to this body. He isn’t a god, or a vampire, or Chaotics.”

I’ve never in my life been so goddamned relieved to be human. 

“I know it’s been fun to build your clout around having a system, Xanthe,” said one of Seran’s roommates. “But all of your souls will just rejoin when you die. If you can’t accept what you are—what your ‘alters’ really are, then you will fall apart until you do.” 

I could see the look in Xanthe’s eyes. They were hesitating. It was tempting, to fall into Seran’s world, to be gods and bonded souls again, to escape the existential nightmare that Xanthe themself was a sentient coping method. 

What would it mean for us? System denial? Would this all be ‘channeling’ and rituals from now on? Would I have to lie and say I was a ghost or some shit, actually from the 1920’s? Or would it function as a system, just with new and improved lore? 

But if they were gods and spirits and entities, and I was a traumatized alter, I was a wrench in this little brand of logic. I could feel it heading there. Icy dread was forming in the pit of my stomach. 

“You and Sparrow were never supposed to live separate lives. I know you’ve been enjoying the novelty, but—” 

Xanthe was shaking their head. “No, I—... He just got his partner back. I’m not taking his life away from him. Not again.” 

I decided right then and there that Xanthe Zeitstück was one of my closest friends and that I would gladly throw hands for them any day of the week. See, knowing what they felt for Seran, I wouldn’t have blamed them for playing along. Maybe we would be ret-conned and I would again be tricked into dormancy. That was a huge fucking risk. But to have Seran again? 

If they had chosen being with Seran over my being an active alter, I really wouldn’t have hated them for it. 

Xanthe did later on clarify that this wasn’t purely a selfless move for my sake. “He didn’t want to accept that I was an alter,” they said a little too airily. “His interest in me was contingent on me being magic—some sort of time god. He would’ve treated me the same as you once he accepted that I’m a fictive.” Then they finished their wine glass in three long gulps. 

Back at the scene of Cult Recruitment #3, Seran laid his hand comfortingly on Xanthe’s forearm. “Xanthe, it was never Sparrow’s life to begin with. You need to start integrating him.” 

“No… No, in fact, he was here before I was. He was Neb.” Xanthe was shaking their head. Maybe a year before, back when I was a ball of self-destruction and trauma, they would’ve considered it. But Seran was months too late. “I can’t do that to him. I wouldn’t even know how.” 

The group seemed to sense that they’d hit a roadblock. They tried another tactic. “I used to think that these were alters,” Seran explained. “But it’s so much clearer since I’ve stopped taking my meds. I’ve had proof that the gods are speaking to me. Like Visarden—he’s a rendition of Lucifer. And Lucifer can have so many forms.” 

Visarden. 

Xanthe’s heart twisted. Even during this touching reunion, they hadn’t even glimpsed Visarden. No trace of that delicate English accent. No Victorian clothing. No memory of his specific experiences. Xanthe fell silent, contemplating. I couldn’t even hope to get a read on their emotions. It was as if they’d lost solid form, swaying and curling like smoke in the air. “Well, if Visarden is Lucifer, I imagine he is omniscient enough to be able to see all that the Faerie House had done to me. Kicking me out and all,” they said quietly. “He must have been furious.” 

Seran’s roommate, the one sitting closest to Xanthe, gave them a hesitant, pitying look. Whatever she was about to say was not going to be wise or even merciful. “Well, that’s the thing, Xanthe. Visarden—Lucifer may consort with you, but he’s still an ancient entity. It’s not like they don’t enjoy having relationships with us, but they don’t really—like, care about you. They’re not invested in you.” 

That was the precise moment they lost Xanthe. Claiming that their beloved, one of the only ones that hadn’t betrayed them, was too busy being all powerful to give a shit about them—all contemplation, all possibility vanished in an instant. 

It was like I felt a door slamming. 

They may have tested Xanthe’s belief in their systemhood and their origin, even their loyalty to myself and Casey, but when it came to trying to make them think that Visarden hadn’t loved Xanthe with everything he had— that closed Xanthe’s mind to this new philosophy in an instant. At least, the reasoning was instant. The mental pull away from Seran would be slow and agonizing, like willingly peeling skin grafts off raw and exposed flesh. 

This was compounded with the awful fact that Xanthe already thought they’d confronted; that Visarden was gone, and they’d never see him again. 

They truly were a widow.

It was a close call. Closer than most of the system would care to admit. But the funny thing is, the real funny thing is—maybe Xanthe would’ve still fallen for it.

But five years before, Xanthe had fought the gods for control of the system—to free our mentality from the blind worship and rules Shadow had left so long ago. And they might have lost, might have failed to shake the hold religion had on us… if it wasn’t for Visarden. 

[alstroemeriadissonance]

NXX on Valentines Day (Part 1 - Vyn NSFW)

Situational fics where each NXX boy takes Rosa on a date on Valentine's Day. Spicy stuff happens, as usual.

For this set of fics Rosa is unattached to any of the NXX boys.

Vyn: (Lady)killer Under the Stars

Vyn: Do you have any plans for tonight?

Rosa: Nothing in particular, really. I guess I am still unlucky when it comes to this occasion. How about you? I bet there's a lot waiting for your invitation.

Vyn: Really now. As it happens, I was wondering if you could indulge me and be my companion for this Valentine's night?

Rosa: Oh, haha. Really? This is out of left field even for you, Dr. Richter.

Vyn: You may choose to not think too much of the occasion. I only prefer your company for tonight, if you are not opposed to the idea.

Rosa: Of course not. I'd be honored! Where should we meet?

Vyn: I will pick you up from your office later around 8 PM. My apologies for the late hour; there are some things that need to be wrapped up here before I can take my leave.

Rosa folded her hands on her lap, quietly throwing glances at Vyn from the passenger seat of his car. It has already been more than an hour into their drive away from Stellis and out into the far countryside.

While the atmosphere in the car hasn't been awkward--it was normal for them to fall in companionable silence from time to time--Rosa felt that tonight, Vyn has been too quiet than usual. However on the rare occasions when their glances did meet he would flash her one of his usual comfortable, reassuring smiles, asking what is on her mind.

Like right now.

"Penny for your thoughts, Rosa?" Vyn asked as he shifted gears as he turned a corner alongside a mountainside road.

"You still aren't telling me where we're going, Dr. Richter," Rosa said, putting on a show of pouting. "You know, if we didn't know each other as well as we do right now, I would be scared and wonder if the one I'm with is a serial killer.

Vyn laughed. "Do tell me more."

How easy it is to laugh and be myself with him.

"Eh? Isn't it obvious?" Rosa held up a fist, raising one finger for every item she rattled off: "First, bringing me to an unknown, possibly isolated area. Second, not telling me where the destination is, luring me with a 'surprise'. Third, the perpetrators are usually handsome and charming..."

"Ohoh?" Vyn hummed as he negotiated a sharp turn. "Am I now? Coming from you, it is a great honor, My Lady." While still playfully flirtatious, his voice lowered slightly as he said the last sentence.

"You literally have a fan club, Dr. Richter," Rosa reminded him.

"Ah. Well." He cleared his throat. "That...sometimes happens when someone of authority is close to their age. The feeling of admiration towards a peer who have achieved academic or career milestones previously thought out of reach..." his voice trailed off.

Rosa giggled. "Don't take me seriously. I was just joking. I know it isn't your fault you're too handsome."

"You are getting bolder," Vyn remarked, smiling. "But I like it. Do go on."

Rosa kept quiet, basking in the playful atmosphere that lingered around them. She let her gaze flit to the beautiful night scenery that flew past them in a dark blur. The roads went noticeably dimmer and darker the farther they went into the countryside.

"Do you recognize this route, by the way?" Vyn broke the silence with his question.

"Hmm. It's night so I'm not too sure, but isn't this the same route to Professor Xumen's village?" Rosa took note of the distinct arboreal winter scenery that lined the highway; the trees that were once verdant last summer were now devoid of leaves in preparation for the great bud burst of spring.

"Correct. We are on the way to the very same village."

"Huh?" Rosa blinked. "That's quite a ways away and...isn't it a bit too sudden, Dr. Richter?"

Vyn only gave her a mysterious smile. "If you are worried about work, I already gave your senior a heads up; it is already the weekend; and he should not be pestering you with weekend overtime."

"I really don't mind, though..." Rosa's words trailed off as Vyn shot her a look that she knew said We have already talked about this many times before. You should take care of and make sure to pace yourself at work.

"...Fine," Rosa relented. "I am in your capable hands, Dr. Richter."

"I am glad," he said offhandedly as he slowly veered to the shoulder of the highway. "We shall make a short pitstop here, if you do not mind." Vyn pulled on the handbrake after the car rolled to a full stop.

"Hmm?" Rosa looked out the windshield. There was nothing around but trees, the road guard rails, and the mountain bluff off to one side. There were no buildings, no facilities, no gas stations around in sight.

And, most importantly, the streetlights lining that particular length of the highway was not lit. The road was, for all intents and purposes, shrouded in total darkness except for the headlights of passing vehicles.

She remembered what she told Vyn in jest earlier; about him possibly being a serial killer. Well, if Dr. Richter is a serial killer, I sure am done for, Rosa thought. This specific route was rather well known for being less traveled especially at night--no one but the village population shuttling to and from their villages and Stellis City used this highway.

Vyn went ahead and slipped out of the car, rummaging through the car trunk to retrieve certain items.

As Rosa watched him through the rearview mirror, she let her morbid imagination run wild the worst way possible: Ah, that black bundle thing is probably the body bag he'll stuff me in. Then that basket probably contains murder weapons and maybe implements he will use to dissect me to more manageable, smaller pieces. He is a doctor, he knows how to...

Vyn then slammed the trunk shut, retrieved supplies tucked under one arm. Then he walked over to Rosa's door and knocked on the windshield with his free hand, prompting her to open it. "Rosa, join me outside? It is chilly, I know, but I do have some blankets here. We shall not be long."

Rosa smiled wryly as she stepped out of the car, her gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket for warmth. "Should alarm bells ring in my head now, Dr. Richter?" She pushed the car door shut. "Are you going to drag me into the forest and have your murderous merry way with me?"

Vyn once again let out a delighted laugh, his mouth producing puffs of breath clouds that dispersed into the cold wintry air. "Silly Rosa. If I were such a criminal, I would probably want to...hmm." The black bundle that Rosa fancied as a body bag was unfurled in one single motion of his arms, revealing a thick blanket that he bunched up by the windshield wiper. He then placed the basket on the of the hood of his car. "Probably have you admitted as a patient in my research center, and then I shall have my merry way with you there."

He then turned to Rosa, his own leather-gloved hand held out towards her. "And in my research center, I can be god if I so wish. In my domain, no one will question my actions. Well," he smiled, a far-off light reflecting on his gold irises. "Do you dare take this serial killer's hand?"

"Only if you promise to make it painless," Rosa remarked, gingerly taking his hand. "But what--oh!"

Vyn gathered her into a princess carry. "Up you go," he grunted as he helped her up onto the hood of his car, which he lined with a mat. He then skipped to the opposite side of the hood and sat beside her.

Still fresh from the long drive, the hood of Vyn's car was comfortably toasty underneath the mat. "Um, Dr. Richter?" Rosa asked. "What are we doing here?"

Vyn fumbled in his pocket for his car's keyfob, and turned off the headlights. The once dim surroundings now fell to almost total darkness.

He sidled up closer to Rosa, then leaned against her.

"Dr. Richter?!" Rosa exclaimed, caught unawares by the absolute close proximity between them. "What--"

Chuckling softly, Vyn reached behind her to pull on the blanket bunched up by the windshield wiper, wrapping it around her shoulders. "There. Let me know if you are still cold. Do you need me to get you a hat?"

Rosa shook her head. "Nah. This is plenty warm, Dr. Richter. How about you though?"

"I am fine," Vyn said. "I am used to colder weather in my domicile of origin."

"You aren't answering my question though," Rosa pointed out. "Um...what are waiting for here, exactly? I mean, I'm not complaining, but..." she smiled. "I've waited long enough for you to brandish your murder weapons and dispose of me."

"I know, and as much as I do not want to test your patience any longer, anatomical limitations dictate that my surprise will show itself in around half an hour. Hmm..." squinting his eyes, he peered at his wristwatch. "A few minutes before midnight."

"Wow. It's that late already?" Rosa said. "Aren't you tired?"

"Never, whenever my present company is around," Vyn said cryptically, a small smile playing on his lips. "I shall be taking care of everything, so please sit back and relax. I would tell you to take a nap, however I need you awake for the next thirty minutes for the...magic to happen."

"Magic?"

"Yes. Magic." He then tipped his head to one side. "By the way, have you noticed anything with your right hand?"

"Huh?" Rosa then felt for her right hand, which was ensconced securely under the blanket. "Wait..." She slipped her hand out of the blanket, then noticed a thin chain looped around her gloved hand. "What is this, when did this get here?" she whispered. Her eyes was still in the process of getting used to the dark, and so she had to lift her hand closer to her face to properly see whatever it is was wound around her hand.

Upon closer inspection in the darkness it seemed to be a necklace, with an ornate pendant of something that had a pearlescent sheen surrounded by something that looked like metal work made to form petal-like shapes. A rose, or some flower.

Rosa gasped. "It's a necklace!" She then looked at Vyn, who smiled back at her.

"I would ask you if you like it, but I do not think your eyes have adjusted well in the dark yet. But," he reached out to briefly brush his hand across her fingers. "Do you require my assistance in putting on the necklace?"

Rosa gulped nervously, and wondered why she suddenly felt a little bit odd around her esteemed friend. "Um. Ah, yes. Please!" She nervously exclaimed as she held out her right hand to Vyn, allowing him to retrieve the chain looped across her palm.

He motioned for her to turn away from him for a bit, so he may clasp the necklace behind her nape. Rosa meekly obeyed, and Vyn slid closer to her, his body flush against her back as he put on her necklace. He was so close to her that she can smell his perfume--sandalwood and roses--and she can even feel and hear his heartbeat against her back.

The time it took for him to put on her necklace felt like forever and not at the same time; Vyn's rather intimate closeness to her made Rosa reel, overwhelming her with a certain heady mixture of feelings and emotions that she was all to used to brushing aside with whatever it was happening at the moment when she was with him.

And now in the darkness, the silence of the almost abandoned highway, and Vyn sitting so close to her, Rosa is left with no choice but to confront the fact that yes, she did have feelings for Vyn Richter, and that yes, she knew he has been making subtle advances toward her for the longest time. That whether or not she was ready, he was there with her at that moment, and regardless if he posed that question she had avoided for so long now, it had to be answered now.

"There," he whispered, his hot breath caressing the back of her head. "All done." Yet even after he had finished putting on the necklace on Rosa, he did not budge from where he sat, so close to her.

Rosa was, by now, acutely aware of his very presence, and the fact that he seemed to be waiting for a certain reaction to come from her. His heartbeat came strong and slightly faster against her back, and she could almost imagine his lips dangerously close to the top of her head...

"Rosa," he broke the silence. "Are you uncomfortable with me being this close?"

She gulped nervously. Yes, it was undoubtedly already that time already. There's no turning back; whatever she will say to Vyn will hold much weight towards their interaction from this point onward. "N-no," she whispered. "I'm totally fine with us being like this close."

"Really?" Vyn moved even closer to her. Now she can definitely feel how strong his heartbeat was, and she can feel the vibration of his throat as he spoke. "Was that hesitation I heard just now?" His voice was low and gentler than usual, as if he was speaking tenderly to a lover.

Rosa had to laugh a little at that. "Dr. Richter, please," she chided him a little. "Of course I would be a little nervous. Dr. Vyn Richter is sitting close behind me, after giving me a necklace. And on Valentine's Day, no less," she said in the most neutral voice she could muster. "I would be utterly daft to not get the message."

"Really now," answered Vyn, softly. "With the way I had to dance around you for the past year I would have thought otherwise."

The mental image of him dancing around her came unbidden, and Rosa found herself chuckling in such an inappropriate moment. "Pfft. Haha...I'm sorry, Dr. Richter. It's just that--"

Her laughing was cut short as Vyn wrapped his arms around her. "I am glad," he said, before his cold lips brushed her cheek, and remained there until Vyn could feel the skin of her face bloom into beautiful heat underneath his lips.

"It is time," he whispered against her cheek. "Look upwards."

Rosa complied, and once again gasped at such sight.

"W-what--whoa--" she stammered. "This--this is so beautiful..."

The sight was already in her peripheral vision since a few minutes ago, but she was too flustered to notice the magnificent hazy band of glittering crushed diamonds across the velvet black night sky: The Milky Way.

"Have you seen this before?" Vyn asked quietly as he kept his arms wrapped around Rosa, letting her head tilted upwards rest on his shoulder as she marveled at the band of shimmering star lights. "Judging by your expression, you haven't yet?"

"No," Rosa murmured, her eyes never leaving the wonderful sight above them.

Vyn smiled at Rosa's awestruck face. "Ah, yes. This will not be visible in a city, or anywhere with even the slightest amount of light pollution, such as Stellis or even any of the villages," he explained, keeping the soft volume of his voice. "You will need to drive out and venture into the darkness of night."

He paused to plant a peck on her forehead, as if on impulse. "I had you wait for half an hour to give your eyes time to adjust to the darkness and let you see the Milky Way.

"This stretch of highway, while dangerous due to lack of lights at the moment, could afford us this wonderful view until they come here to fix and reinstall the lights around this area...How do you like my surprise?"

Rosa didn't notice it at first, but tears pricked her eyes, overwhelmed at the sheer beauty right in front of her...and the closeness of the man she did not realize she harbored much affection for, until that very moment. Her vision blurred with tears; eventually two drops of warm liquid rolled down her cheek...only to be tenderly wiped away with a gloved finger.

"Crying?" Vyn whispered. "Did I upset you, Rosa?"

"Of course not!" Rosa exclaimed, her hands flying to cover her face in embarrassment. "I'm just...I don't know..."

Vyn decided to give her some time to gather herself, quietly holding her as she sniffled, brushing her face every now and then to wipe off her tears.

Eventually Rosa stopped crying, and shifted around so she could face Vyn and look at him squarely in the eye. "You're unfair."

Vyn had to blink this time, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

Rosa was about to explain, then found herself at a loss for words--she was that flustered--her mouth wordlessly opening and closing; eventually she realized she could not convince her brain and her heart into calming down enough for her to make a reasonable argument.

And she merely did the next best thing: pull Vyn down by the lapels of his jacket so she could kiss him on the lips.

Vyn, initially stunned for a few seconds, then coiled his arms once again around her and pressed her closer to him; one hand on her lower back and the other securely holding the back of her head, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss that started out chaste.

So this is how it feels like, Rosa thought hazily, letting herself be taken by his embrace. It's not bad. It's not bad at all... Her eyelids fluttered closed as she let herself be led in the kiss she herself started; her heart beat fast as she felt Vyn's embrace grow tighter, his lips giving way to tongue as he slowly led her to a French kiss. She moaned softly as his tongue slid into her mouth, tentatively tasting her, orienting himself to how she felt in his embrace. It's like a dance, she realized, and she closely followed his lead: her tongue pressed and slid against his, lips locked to his...such was the intensity of their kiss that left them dizzy and breathless.

Vyn reluctantly pulled away to regain his breathing. "Thank you, Rosa," he murmured in between breaths. "Can I...Can I safely assume that my feelings are returned?" There was a tinge of need in his voice.

Rosa nodded. Then, "Hell of a place to confess," she remarked. "On the hood of your car. In the open highway." A pause. "Under the stars."

"Heh. I only planned to show you the Milky Way," Vyn grinned. "But I am glad that the results have exceeded my expectations."

"Please don't talk of us as one of your experiments." Us. Us. Rosa mentally rolled the syllable in her mind. Her and Dr. Richter, an us.

Vyn reached out to gently trace her jawline. "At the risk of sounding cliched, life is a series of learning and experiments," he said. "And meeting you was the biggest conundrum that I had to solve, and there was even a time when I feared I would not like the answer that I would find." He sighed. "You have no idea..."

Rosa noticed Vyn's gaze morph into something more intense; the sparkle of his eyes have dulled considerably, probably due to the darkness of the surroundings. "Vyn...?"

"You have no idea..." he repeated, dropping all pretense of being amiable, now letting slip a little of his darker obsession that he had to tuck into the inner recesses of his mind, only to fully surface as he took apart his thoughts during his nightly personal assessments. "...how much I want you."

And Rosa stared into this certain darkness head on, her olive eyes looking straight at him, unflinching. "On hindsight, I think I have an idea," she said, quietly. "...shall we go? I think it's getting too cold."

The way her eyes held his darker gaze however, spoke of something entirely different.

"Yes. That is a most prudent idea," Vyn said. And like Rosa, his words were entirely different from his actual message:

I want you.

===

When they finally checked in the hotel late at night (or early morning), Vyn made one last-minute change in their lodging arrangements: "Is it still allowed to cancel the booking for the other room?" he asked the yawning front desk receptionist. "It is? Thank you. We only need one room. Ah, it does have access to a hot spring? Wonderful."

===

Despite the initial warnings that Vyn gave Rosa about the slight discomfort that making love in a hot spring may pose, she still found herself straddling him in the hot water, in the middle of yet another heated kiss.

Steam rose from the pool, creating a hazy ambience that Rosa found rather conducive to erotic encounters, as she had learned earlier after she accidentally floated towards Vyn, when all she was trying to do was relax in the hot water.

It was as if everything, even the water, conspired for them to just go ahead and have sex to finally release all that tightly-wound up sexual tension that gradually built up after a year or so. It was like one of those serendipitous moments where their desires matched each other's; it only took one look for them to understand what they wanted from the other: Vyn pulled her into a kiss, and Rosa allowed herself to be taken in, eventually mounting his hips and letting things happen from there.

"When I invited you to bathe with me," Vyn murmured as he briefly pulled away from the kiss, "I honestly meant just bathing." He gave her a lopsided grin before he leaned over to kiss the side of her neck. His hand emerged from underneath the water, settling on the swell of her breast. "The room is nice, after all. And we have all night," his hand slid from the curve of her breast, down her stomach, and stopping just between their hips. "...are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered. "Birth control?"

Rosa chuckled. "Dr. Richter," she said. "I am married to my work, and having sex certainly wasn't in the cards several hours ago." She moved her hips against his; her cunt sliding along the shaft of his cock, eliciting a low groan out of Vyn's throat. "I will need your assistance in getting me birth control."

"Gods, you are incorrigible when it comes to not taking care of yourself," Vyn moaned. "I will try my best later. But now," he licked his lips. "Let us get carried away in the moment, shall we?" He adjusted himself under the water, and his hands slid to Rosa's hips. "I warned you, little girl," he said quietly, "That having sex underwater may be a bit uncomfortable due to lack of lubri--"

"Less doctor talk, please!" Rosa hissed impatiently.

Vyn groaned once again, and lifted Rosa by her waist, the reduced gravity in the water aiding him along. "I hope you are ready," he purred as he slowly yet steadily impaled her with his long-erect cock, which had been hard ever since they started kissing in the cold wintry air under the stars.

"Ahh!" Rosa cried out, then remembered that they were not in the safety and privacy of any of their homes. She bit her lip to further stifle her cries.

"Ssh," Vyn shushed her as his hands held Rosa in place as he started fucking her from underneath. "It is early morning and we are most probably the only guests awake--they will easily hear and know, how much we are enjoying each other's company."

Within the water his cock slid and out rather easily; but Vyn, even in the throes of sexual pleasure, carefully watched Rosa's face for any signs of discomfort. Yet all he saw in her face was the sweet mixture of impatience, pleasure, and pure need that only made him want to fuck her harder and deeper. "Ah--just, just let me know if you're in pain..." Vyn managed to say in between thrusts.

Rosa whimpered, and her hand flitted between their hips, starting to rub herself. She stifled the urge to cry out by leaning forward and biting Vyn's shoulder, intending to only suppress her noise, but she inevitably marked him. The man hissed in pain, but found that it turned him on even more; and so his retaliation came in the form of railing her harder in the water.

Both were doing their best not to make any sounds; the only aural evidence of their sexual coupling the rhythmic sloshing sounds of the water as the hot spring rippled at Vyn's every thrust.

"Nngh," Rosa couldn't help but moan, removing herself from her biting hold on Vyn's shoulder, leaving deep bite marks made by her incisors. "Ahh...I think I'm...!" The telltale coil of pleasure in her loins suddenly wound tighter, even catching her unawares; the imminent pleasure threatening to overflow.

And when she finally came, she couldn't help but throw her head back; but before she could shout her orgasm out loud Vyn had the presence of mind enough to slip in two fingers inside her mouth, preventing her from making any loud noise aside from small whimpers that leaked out of her lips.

"Haha...did you like it, Rosa? Oh, damn," he muttered as the orgasmic spasming of her inner walls eventually pushed him over the edge, making him come in copious spurts inside her.

===

"Have I sufficiently killed you enough to your liking, Rosa?" Vyn murmured as he nuzzled his newly-minted lover's neck, their limbs entangled with each other's, and the sheets.

After the literally hot and steamy encounter in the springs, they were surprised to find out that they still had the energy to copulate for a few more times in the comfort of their hotel room.

And copulate more they did.

"What 'kill' are you talking about, Vyn?" Rosa moaned as she rolled closer to him, letting her limbs lazily drape over his body. "That sounds so random."

"You were cracking jokes about me being a serial killer earlier, if you remember."

"Oh. Haha," Rosa laughed weakly--her strength drained out--"Uhm...yeah. You killed me. You killed me just fine."

Vyn sighed, planting a kiss on her hair. "Rather than a serial killer, I wanted to fancy myself as a magician, hence the tricks earlier with the necklace and the stars."

"Nothing's stopping you from being both." Rosa murmured sleepily.

"True. Mayhap I can do some magic and pretend you were killed," Vyn deadpanned. "And then I can have you all to myself."

[storiesforallfandoms]

the only one for me ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1493

request?: yes!

“MGK Fluff ??”

description: the endless dating rumors regarding her boyfriend start to get to her

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

Logging onto Twitter and seeing yet another dating rumor regarding my boyfriend and some famous, beautiful female was basically a daily routine at this point. It seemed to be nothing new, but that didn’t make it hurt any less every time I saw a new post about it.

The latest rumored lady to have “stolen Colson’s heart” was Megan Fox, who had starred in Colson’s latest music video. The article I was reading stated how much chemistry Colson and Megan had on set and how it was “so obvious” that they had a secret romance happening behind the scenes.

I wasn’t hurt because I believed the rumors. I trusted Colson. I knew he’d never cheat on me, but seeing all these beautiful women and seeing his fans and media outlets commenting on how cute he would look with someone else so much prettier than me really did nothing for my confidence.

I wasn’t famous, I was just your average girl who worked an average hob and went to school on the side. Due to this, Colson and I decided to keep our relationship a secret so I wouldn’t be harassed by paparazzi and fans. I appreciated the privacy I had been getting, but it did make it hard to see all these dating rumors.

This rumor got to me in a way the others hadn’t before and I had an overwhelming urge to call Colson. He was probably asleep or preparing for the show that night, but I needed to hear his voice.

I was shocked when he answered on the third ring. “Hey babe!”

I could hear a crowd on his end of the call. “Hey! What’s all the noise?”

“We’re celebrating before I go on stage.”

“Before?” I asked, teasingly. “What are you guys celebrating?”

“The Bloody Valentine video hit a million views in less than 24 hours! None of my videos have ever done that before, so we’re celebrating.”

“Oh my God, Colson that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Someone called out to Colson on his end. I could hear him responding, but his response was muffled as I realized the voice was a female voice.

“Is that...is that Megan?” I asked.

“Yeah! We invited her since she’s the leading lady of the video.” Another comment was made by Megan, to which Colson said to me, “She says hi!”

I couldn’t respond. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and I was afraid Colson would hear my voice breaking if I spoke. Instead, I managed to squeak out a “gotta go” before hanging up.

~~~~~~

As I expected, there were articles published about the video celebration, specifically about Colson and Megan. A handful of pictures were taken outside wherever the celebration was taking place of Colson and Megan laughing as he puffed on a joint. The captions posted under this picture from numerous sites and fan pages were all the same: “look how cute Megan and Colson are!”

I had to go offline for a while because I was getting more upset than I had before.

It seemed like Colson didn’t notice as much as I did, so I never really brought the issue up. I didn’t want him to think he couldn’t be friends with women, or think of me as a jealous girlfriend or anything.

But I knew he could tell something was off. He kept trying to coax it out of me, but I wouldn’t budge. I figured he would grow tired of my refusal and would let it go. The last thing I expected was to come home from work one day and find Colson waiting for me in my apartment.

“Hey!” I said when I found him sat in my living room. “What are you doing here?”

“We have a few days before the next show, so I asked to come home before then,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

The six worst words to ever hear. I felt my worry rise as I approached him and sat next to him on the couch.

“What’s on your mind lately?” he asked. “I know you keep saying it’s nothing, but I can tell it’s not nothing. I’m worried about you, babe. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

I looked down at my lap as I shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just work and school, I guess.”

“Is this about Megan?”

For some reason, hearing him say her name felt like I was being stabbed through the heart. I had to bite my lip to try and hold back my tears.

“When you hung up so suddenly during the video celebration, I realized something was up,” he said. “And then you started deleting your social media accounts, or making them private, and you were acting different. It all started that night. If it’s because we invited Megan to the party, I’m sorry if that upset you. There was no underlying meanings behind inviting her, it was just because she was in the video and we decided she should be at the celebration.”

“It’s not because she was there!” I finally snapped, unable to hold myself back. “I don’t care if you’re friends with Megan, or with any woman, but I do care that everyone thinks you’re dating every female who so much as breathes in your direction. And it really doesn’t help my self-esteem to see people saying how happy you look or how cute you’d look with someone who is, like, a million times prettier than me.”

“Babe, that’s not true,” he said. “I mean, I’ve seen the rumors about me and Megan, but it’s not all the women I’m friends with - ”

I laughed, humorlessly. “No, not all of them. Just Chantal and Noah and Ash and Sommer and now Megan. So no, not all of them, just most of them.”

I could see the gears turning in Colson’s head as he thought about it. Maybe he didn’t see the same stuff I did, maybe I just saw more because of how insecure it made me. But those rumors were there, and they had been nearly our entire relationship.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I never realized...I don’t attention to shit like that. I never thought much about the way I acted around my female friends.”

“You treat them the way you treat the boys,” I said. “I’ve seen how you are with Ash, the two of you are just friends. But people don’t believe that men and women can just be friends so when they see men and women acting as friends, they assume that means they’re dating. There’s nothing you can really do about it.”

Colson put a hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. “You don’t believe any of that shit though, right? You know it’s all media bullshit.”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course I do. I know you’d never cheat on me. I trust you so much.”

“And you can’t possibly believe that they’re any more beautiful than you are.”

I chuckled. “Okay, that one I can’t agree to considering the person you’re currently in a dating rumor with is Megan fucking Fox. I mean, have you seen her? She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”

“Not to me she’s not.”

I looked away from him again, feeling my cheeks heat up and a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do.” I felt his finger gently touch my chin, lifting my head so I would look at him. “(Y/N), I hope you know you mean the world to me. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and you own my heart. You’re the only one for me and I love you more than words could ever say. I’m sorry you’ve had to witness all these stupid rumors, and I’m sorry I never noticed them so I could assure you of all of this sooner. But I mean it, you’re everything to me. I love you so much.”

The tears I had been holding back for so long finally started to fall down my cheeks. I awkwardly laughed as I tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. “That was so cliche.”

“You loved it, though.”

“I love you, that’s a whole different thing.”

Colson smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. Warmth filled me as my lips touched his, and it was just another reminder that he was mine. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned into him until we were both laying back on the couch.

When we finally managed to pull away from one another, Colson rested his forehead on mine. “Did you have any other plans today?”

I shook my head.

“Good, because I don’t intend on letting you leave this apartment any time soon.”

He wrapped me into a tight cuddle, and I gladly accepted these plans he had made for us.

[writingwhimsey]

Holding Tight

Be My Valentine Content Creation Challenge Day 7- "You're so clingy today. I love it."

Hosted by: @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character Shingen Takeda

No warnings, just fluff

Holding Tight

I woke as the early morning sun began to stream in through the window screen. I let out a small groan, not yet wanting to wake up. I closed my eyes tighter and rolled over, only to collide with a warm body that had not been there when I had gone to sleep. My eyes popped open and I looked into the familiar gray eyes of the man I loved.

"Good morning, my angel." Shingen greeted me with a smile.

I smiled up at him as I threw my arms around him. "Good morning, my love. When did you get in?"

Shingen chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "Late last night, you were fast asleep. I know you've been tired lately and I didn't want to wake you."

"You should have though so I could say welcome home." I replied, pouting.

"I thought about it, but our peaceful nights will be gone soon, when this little one gets here." He replied, patting the gentle swell of my belly.

"True." I agreed. "But still."

"Forgive me." Shingen replied, sliding his fingers beneath my chin to bring my lips to his for a sweet kiss.

"Well, I guess I can forgive you...especially when I know you were just trying to take care of me." I replied. "Welcome home."

Shingen smiled. "I'm so glad to be home."

"Do you have anything you have to do today?" I asked.

"Just a bit of paperwork, but nothing that should take up too much of my time." Shingen answered.

I felt a bit disappointed, but I knew that being the wife of a daimyo came with him having full days. "Okay." I replied.

"But after I finish up, how about you and I go for a walk through town? Perhaps visit our favorite tea house?" Shingen suggested.

"That sounds nice...oh, they have a new flavor of mochi in don't they? I've been dying to try it."

Shingen chuckled. "It sounds like this baby has my sweet tooth."

"Most definitely, I've been craving sweets like no other." I answered.

We stayed in bed and cuddled for a while longer, exchanging sweet kisses before getting up and getting ready for the day. Shingen gave me a kiss before heading to start on that paperwork. I let out a sigh as I now felt lonely without him. He'd just been gone for two weeks, settling a small dispute in one of his territories. Now he was back, but we still couldn't spend all day together.

I knew he had work to do and I knew it was important. So I decided to busy myself by making some more clothes for the baby. Though I found it difficult to focus on anything other than wanting to be with Shingen. "He did say it was just paperwork." I spoke to myself.

With some effort, I pushed myself up and made my way to Shingen's work room. I knocked on the door before sliding it open just a peak. I found Shingen at his desk, pouring over some paperwork, brush in hand. He looked up at me. "Is everything alright, my love?" He asked.

"Fine." I answered. "Could I come in?"

"Of course." He answered, smiling at me.

I made my way into the room and then sat down beside him, my sewing in hand. "I was just thinking...maybe I could sit in here and work on the baby clothes while you worked on your reports and letters? I promise, I won't be in your way."

Shingen's smile grew warm and affectionate. "I would love nothing more." He then leaned over and kissed the top of my head.

I settled in beside Shingen with my sewing and he turned back to his reports. As we sat, I couldn't help but to slowly lean my head over on his shoulder, just wanting to have some point of contact, since we had been apart for so long. Shingen didn't seem to mind as he said nothing.

We worked together in companionable silence for a few hours. Shingen finally set his brush down and shuffled his papers aside. "All finished. How are the clothes for the baby?"

"This piece is almost finished." I answered, holding up the fabric. "But I am at a good stopping point."

"Then shall we head into town for some tea and to try that new mochi?" He suggested.

I nodded, smiling brightly. "Yes!"

We were soon making our way into town, Shingen holding my hand. As we walked, I leaned against him and wrapped my other arm around his. He kissed the top of my head. When we arrived at the tea house, we sat down on a bench and placed an order. Once again, I sat myself down, leaning against Shingen's arm. His biceps made rather nice pillows.

Shingen chuckled as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"What is it?" I asked, looking up at him and seeing the warm affectionate smile on his face.

"You're so clingy today. I love it." He answered, causing my cheeks to flush.

"I just...I really missed you." I replied, turning to hide my face by burying it against his arm.

"I missed you as well, my angel." He said, his lips brushing the top of my head once again. "I'm very happy to know my goddess missed me as much as I missed her." He was then pulling his arm from me only to wrap it around my waist and pull me closer.

I smiled up at him as I rested my head against his chest. "I love you, Shingen."

"I love you, too, my angel." He replied. "And please feel free to be as clingy as you like. I love having you hang all over me."

"Good, because I am not leaving your side for the rest of the day."

"I would never dream of asking you to leave my side...and I hope you don't mind if I cling back?"

"Not at all." I answered.

Shingen smiled just before pulling me closer for a tender kiss that warmed me all the way down to my toes.

[sinner-as-saint]

my sweet love

Professor!reader x uni student!bucky 

Run-through: You run into an ex-student of yours at a cozy pub. You immediately recognize him given he used to be the troublemaker of the batch. You two start a casual conversation, which ends with a certain confession; which then causes the night to take an interesting turn… 

Themes: smut, fluff

You lifted your head up to look at who had just tapped you gently on the shoulder. You soon found yourself staring into a pair of blue eyes. Eyes which seemed so familiar. 

“Oh my god! Bucky?” your jaw dropped a little, in surprise. Bucky smiled back at you, casually leaning in for a hug like you were an old friend, instead of his ex-professor. 

“The one and only.” He beamed as he pulled away. 

Bucky was one of those students whom you could never forget; he was always the loud one, the joker, the pretty boy all the girls secretly had a crush on and he pretended not to know. He was smart, but a bit of a pain sometimes - especially since he spent half his time flirting with you. 

“Wow,” he eyed you up and down. “You didn’t change one bit. You’re still the gorgeous woman who stole my heart, I see.” 

His words earned an eye roll out of you. “This again? Seriously?” you chuckled as you remembered all those times he complimented you without any hesitation. He even got you flowers for Valentine’s Day each year. 

He fake gasped, pretending to be hurt. “You hurt me, woman. What do you mean ‘again’? I never stopped loving you.” he spoke, dramatically as he took a seat on the stool beside you at the counter. 

You rolled your eyes at him and you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. Lose tie, dark blue button down shirt, slacks; it gave away that he was here after work. “You finally joined your father’s company, I see.” you noted as you remembered how much he used to complain about never wanting to work with his father ever in his life. 

He smiled, remembering the same thing, “Yeah. Dad wanted to retire, so I volunteered to take over. You know, like a good son. Like a responsible, mature adult.” He gave you that same smile he used to give you back in uni whenever he said some stupid stuff just to get a reaction out of you. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “You still haven’t changed.” You smiled back at him. 

“You didn’t either.” He gave you a look which you couldn’t quite understand. But you would admit that he didn’t seem like he was the same man-child he used to be back in uni. “Let me buy you a drink.” He spoke again. You began refusing but then he stopped you with puppy eyes. “Oh come on, I met you after almost three years. I insist.” 

“Okay. Just one drink.” 

-

Three wines later, the two of you were still in deep conversations, laughing uncontrollably at all the funny anecdotes you shared of your time as his professor back in university. 

He set his glass down after his final sip and turned to face you. The lights were dimmer than earlier, or maybe that was just the after effect of the wine. But the blue in his eyes stood out even more now. Or maybe that was because he had inched closer to you over the past hour. 

“Do you remember that day when I gave you a ride home?” he asked. 

You widened your eyes and chuckled, “Yeah and it was raining like hell, right? Some idiot slashed my tires, and I never found out who did it.” 

Bucky chuckled quietly before biting his lip. “That idiot was me.” He waited for a reaction out of you, his heart racing. He calmed down only after you cracked a smile, which then turned into a laugh. 

You shook your head at him, this was years ago and you weren’t mad anymore. “Why did you do that?” you were genuinely curious. 

He sheepishly answered, “I just wanted to spend some time with you, go on a drive and you know…” he finished, embarrassed now that he was saying it out loud. 

You pieced it all together. “So that bit where you got lost driving around in circles and blamed it on the rain and fog, that was all pretend?” you asked, he covered his face with both hands and nodded. You laughed again and it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard. “Why? Do you know how much trouble you caused me?” you shook your head, still surprised at his confession, yet something about it was adorable. 

He removed his hands from his face and lifted an eyebrow, giving you his famous smirk, “I can make up for it, if you let me.” His tone changed, his voice suddenly sounding deeper. 

“Bucky.” You said it like a playful warning. You knew what he meant. 

He inched closer and casually twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “What, I’ll be so good to you.” He looked up into your eyes, letting his eyes linger at your lips first, then giving you that puppy dog look. 

“Stop it. Your puppy dog eyes don’t work on me anymore.” You smirked. You didn’t know exactly where this was heading, but for now, you were going with the flow. 

He smirked back at you. “Does that imply that it worked in the past?” 

“Bucky.” You used the same reprimanding tone as before. 

He chuckled. “God, I still fucking love it when you use that tone on me.” 

His words made you giggle. You took another look at him and smiled. He was adorable. You stopped yourself before eyeing him any longer. “It’s late, I should go.” 

He grabbed your hand gently, holding it in his much larger, warm one. “I fell in love with you in my second year.” He said it, finally. 

You chuckled. “Okay, that’s it.” You pulled your hand from his and stepped down from the stool and faced him with a genuine smile. “It was nice seeing you again. Make sure you get home safe, alright?” the professor in you added the last part, caring for anyone younger than you became a personality trait at this point. 

You turned around to leave, and he followed you with a loud, dramatic groan. “Don’t walk away, I just proclaimed my love for you and you’re leaving me stranded and alone here? Come on,” he complained after you as you stepped out of the pub. You had a silly smile on your face the whole time, laughing at his silliness. 

He caught up with you right outside the entrance of the pub, pulling you aside on the sidewalk. “Listen to me,” he grabbed you gently by the waist, pulling you closer. You would be lying if you said that this proximity did not give you any butterflies at all in your stomach. “I don’t know how to say this, but I feel things for you, I-,” 

You cut him off, chuckling. “Bucky, what you feel is called an academic crush. We all went through it at some point, even I did. You need to calm down-,” 

He cut you off again, leaning closer, smirking at first but then getting all defensive. “My poor little heart. How dare you just crush it like that, ma’am?” and he made you laugh again, you were beginning to feel just a little buzz from the wine. 

You shook your head. “Go home Bucky.” you got out of his embrace and walked away, keeping an eye out for a cab. You found one rather quickly, and once you got inside the other door opened as well and it didn’t come off as a surprise when Bucky settled right beside you. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Now what, you’re gonna follow me home?” 

He shrugged, “I found you after three years, I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if you make me sleep on your porch, I will-,” 

You shut him up abruptly by placing a finger right on his lips. “Shh.” you giggled, the wine definitely giving you more than just a little buzz. “You are such a baby.” Bucky watched you in awe. He didn’t know where this was going either, but he liked it so far. 

He didn’t lie when he said he fell for you in his second year. He remembers the day like it was yesterday. He was stressed out, late at night in the library on the eve of an exam. And he remembers how you walked in and found him struggling so you helped him out. He remembers how patient you were that night, and that was also the first time he behaved and actually paid attention to what you were saying. And he aced the exam. He realized that night that no one was ever going to be this kind and gentle, and attentive towards him. No one but you. And just like that, his heart fell for you. 

While in the cab, he tried to hold your hand but you giggled and pushed him away each time. “Why do you hate me?” he asked, faking a frown. 

“I don’t hate you.” 

“Why don’t you love me back then? I’m good-looking, I’m funny, I’ve got a nice job and everything-,” 

You cut him off, “Because I used to be your professor a couple of years back Bucky.” You laughed quietly at how he groaned loudly when you said that, throwing his head back against the seat and everything. 

“This again, oh my God!” he groaned. “You used to be my professor. Past tense. Not anymore, and I really, really l-,” 

You cut him off by telling the driver that you had reached your destination. Bucky sighed but still followed you out of the cab and into your home. “Woah,” he looked around. It was a lovely home which you were grateful enough to be able to afford so you just smiled back at him. 

“Now what?” you asked, unintentionally smirking. 

“What’s the hurry, ma’am?” he approached you and you rolled your eyes. 

“Bucky…” you warned him again, playfully. 

“Okay, I deserve at least one chance to prove myself.” he raised his eyebrows at you, trying to look like he was making sense. 

You sighed. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re a brilliant young man, and you-” he cut you off by leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss. 

Your mouth moved against his wonderfully, you felt him smile through the kiss as he pulled you closer. He placed his hands on either side of you, his torso pressing into you, you smiled through the kiss again. Your hands found their way into his hair and you lazily ran your fingers through his soft hair.  

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the day I first saw you, you know that?” he whispered softly along your skin as he kissed, and bit down your neck and the side of your throat. You giggled in his arms, pushing him away playfully. But he came right back and held you even tighter. “Don’t push me away, not now.” he whispered in your ear and you found yourself shivering at the tone he used. 

You felt something shift in the air; it was a pleasant shift. You could no longer ignore the sparks which flew in between the two of you. You pulled away just a little to look into his eyes and that was it - you stopped thinking and analyzing; you just did what felt right. 

You found yourself leaning in again, and his lips met you halfway. You smiled into the kiss and tugged on his hair, gently but firmly as his tongue slipped into your mouth once again, slowly stroking the top of your mouth. Your lips moved perfectly together, Bucky nibbled on your lip and kissed your open mouth hungrily. His hand slipped under your top and he caressed your skin with his slightly cold hands; tracing imaginary shapes right under your boobs – most definitely leaving behind goose bumps where his fingers touched you so gently. 

You let out a little moan, and you felt him smirk right after. He pulled away to look at you, a lovesick look on his face and lust in his eyes. Your lips parted as you gasped for air; breathless after his kiss. 

“Bedroom?” you asked, and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth. His soft lips pressed against your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Nope,” he kissed along your jaw till he reached your ear where he whispered, “Your study.” 

You let out a giggle. “What?” 

He pulled away to look at you. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you on your desk.” His bluntness made you giggle. “Please let me.” he whispered in your ear again, making you shiver in anticipation and need. 

Fuck… 

Needless to say, once you gave him your approval; he rushed you upstairs. The two of you unable to keep your hands off each the whole time; stopping every two to three steps to pin the other to the wall and kissing each other like your life depended on it. 

Once you made it to the study room, Bucky’s hands and lips were on you again, not letting go for even a second this time. He kissed you with ardor, a moan escaping your lips and you whimpered with need as his hand reached your lower back and stopped right on your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smirked at your reaction and did it again while walking the two of you backwards until he sat you down on the edge of your desk. 

He pulled away to look at you, “You okay?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. Oh you were more than okay. You nodded at him, biting your lip and reached out and helped him unbutton his shirt faster. Bucky chuckled at your lack of patience and leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands found their way over to his toned chest, you traced his muscles with your finger tips and he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. “I want you. Now.” 

He leaned in for another kiss, this time slowly lifting your top up until he finally took it off and tossed it aside carelessly, leaving you in just your skirt. He inched closer, your bare skin touching and making you want to moan again. His lips slowly moved along your jaw and down to the side of your throat, leaving dark red marks behind on your skin. 

You whined as he reached out and slipped his hand under your skirt, he ran his knuckles along your wet folds through your underwear, making you shudder at his mere touch. He smirked against your lips, “You’re dripping.” He commented, slowly sliding your underwear down. You moaned as you felt his fingertips gently trail down your legs, he eventually got down on his knees, spreading your thighs further apart. 

He placed a kiss on your inner thigh and you gasped. He reached out with his two fingers and gently circled your clit, gathering your wetness from your folds and smearing it around. “Did I do that?” he asked, smirking. You threw your head back and moaned as he lazily toyed with your folds, knowing exactly where to touch you to get you going. “Answer me,” he whispered against your skin as he kissed up and down your thigh. 

You looked down, bit your lip and let out a pathetic yes. He smirked and placed his hands on your thighs and spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core without a second thought; the lower half of his face completely submerged into your dripping core. You moaned out loud as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your clit mercilessly. 

Your hands immediately gripped his hair and tugged gently at his roots. Wet sounds erupted from where his mouth latched on to your core, and the sight was just as sinful. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. You were sure your arousal must have leaked onto the table by now. “So sweet…” he whispered and got back to assault your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue, relishing your taste.

Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. He moaned as he ate you out. You whimpered under his touch, feeling his stubble rubbing against your soft skin; it burned a little, but you enjoyed each and every second of it and craved for more. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. 

Your arousal drenched the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning, hot mess, squirming above him. He had been dreaming about this very moment since the day he first saw you. Part of him thought that he would never end up with you one day, but now that he had you, finally all to himself, he wasn’t planning on letting you go just yet. 

“Fuck…” you moaned out loud; your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again.

His intense blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud.

You came violently all over Bucky’s tongue, body shuddering and shaking while you moaned his name out loud. It gave him an unfamiliar, but pleasant rush when he heard your strained voice moan out his name. Oh he had dreamt of this so many times, but none of his dreams felt this good. He kissed your inner thighs and licked you clean before standing back up. 

He smiled at you before gently pushing you back down on the table. Bucky leaned down and his mouth latched on to one of your nipples. He sucked on it gently as his teeth teased the bud and your back arched off the table in pleasure; whining. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged on his hair softly, making him groan. He kissed his way up to your neck once again as he aligned his cock to your core. You could feel his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your clit. 

Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you out entirely. He panted as he started rocking in and out of you slowly. You moaned out loud, feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was his body. 

He hovered above you for a moment, looking down at you softly; watching you moan and squirm as you struggled to take his cock. “Does that feel good?” he stared deep into your eyes, his own filled with lust. “Yeah, you like my big cock inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?” he whispered against your lips, leaning in to just press his lips against yours. 

He moaned out loud as he pulled out completely and pushed back into you, you gasped at how he filled you up and stretched you out. He kissed along your jaw. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, you have no idea.” He murmured into your ear. “Now I’m not gonna let you go until you cry from coming too hard around my cock, you hear me?” 

You weren’t sure if you responded to that but regardless, he fucked you like an animal. “Fuck… you feel so good…” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and mewls in the process. You whined upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another. Mixed with his scent and the growls leaving his mouth, it was all too sinful. 

“Look at me.” He stared down at you, his ocean blue eyes seemed even prettier in the dimmed room. You could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. He leaned in again, kissing you softly. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good, huh?” he whispered against your lips. 

You tried answering but it ended with a loud moan as his cock reached all the right places. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it. Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you, he wanted to feel all of you and he wanted you to feel all of him. 

He was relentless. 

He growled right in your ear as his body moved perfectly against yours. You whined; feeling a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as your walls milked him perfectly. A tear escaping your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away. He bent down and kissed your lips, pounding into you rapidly like his life depended on it.

Bucky felt you clench and tighten around him, “Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. Your mind was foggy by now, and it took your brain a few seconds to register and process his words. Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you; his cock throbbing against your walls. He came with a growl, gripping your hips. You whined as you came around him as well. Swear words flowing out of your mouth like a chant as you felt his cum dripping out of you as he slowly slipped out of you. His body went limp and he fell in your arms. You felt his smirk against your neck as he kissed his way up to your lips again. 

“So did I do good, ma’am?” 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

I Don’t Like Myself Today

Summary: Dean finds the reader upset about a book but it turns out, it has nothing to do with the book and everything to do with what they think they deserve...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, brief mentioned nudity, self-image issues

A/N: Enjoy! 

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You were sat staring at your computer screen, swallowing thickly. You did it again and once more, the wetness on the edge of your eyes receding for the moment. After a few seconds you reminded yourself to breathe, take a deep breath, even if your skin felt tight and there was the threat of a headache in your temples. It was simply the congestion though and it’d pass quickly. 

You swallowed once more, the threat of tears averted for the moment, just in time too as Dean walked into the bedroom.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked as he ducked into the master bathroom.

“Paying bills. Balancing the checkbook,” you said, going back to your credit card tab you had open on the computer and hitting submit. You logged it down in your spreadsheet, Dean walking out naked and whistling as he ducked behind you and over to the closet. 

“You want to get takeout? I don’t feel like running to the grocery store. It’s nearly seven already.”

“Sure,” you said, Dean exiting the closet in his flannel pajama pants and a hoodie. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Pizza?”

“Wasn’t there that new Mexican place you wanted to check out? It had fried something?”

“The fried chalupas? Yeah. Let’s try that,” he said. He pulled up a menu on his phone, laying back on the bed and scrolling as you checked off items in your spreadsheet. “I’m gonna get the nachos, these battered chalupa gimmick things, a few tacos and quesadillas?”

“Sounds good,” you said. He was quiet a few minutes before the bed creaked and you knew he was sat up. 

“How’d we do this month?” he asked.

“We have two hundred extra for savings,” you said.

“Sweet. I told you that Costco membership would pay for itself,” he said. “Maybe we can take a little trip with what we’ve been saving up when the weather gets nicer.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you said, stretching in your chair. “How long til the food gets here?”

“Forty minutes,” he said. “I gotta drive to pick it up.”

“If you want to be a real babe, you could maybe make-”

“I’m making brownies, don’t you worry,” he said, ruffling your head. “We got box mix?”

“Yeah. Oh and put the crumbled up Oreos in this time. That was real good,” you said.

“Care to supervise?” he asked with a smirk.

“I want to clean up the file a bit and take a shower quick after work all day. But I will definitely sit on the couch eating that entire tray with you later.”

“Alright,” he said, humming as he headed for the door. “There’s a clean black shirt of mine on the counter in the bathroom if you’re so inclined…”

“I’m always inclined,” you said. You smiled and went back to your spreadsheet, frowning once you’d heard Dean leave. You went to Amazon and moved the book out of the cart, deleting it and ordering more of Dean’s granola bars he liked instead. 

You added it to your spreadsheet, backing out the number in one column, adding it in another. You sighed and slammed the computer shut. 

You were halfway undressed in the bathroom when you caught your face in the mirror. You looked ready to cry. You swallowed when you heard Dean outside of the door, the thing opening after a moment. Dean smiled but you knew he wasn’t exactly happy.

“Why didn’t you buy that book you wanted, sweetheart?” 

“I didn’t want it after all. It doesn’t have great reviews on other sites,” you said, putting your back to him.

“You know the thing about this spreadsheet being a shared document? I can see the changes you make. Like you not spending any of your fun money and then calling it savings. The book was seven dollars, Y/N.”

“I didn’t want the stupid book, Dean.”

“It’s been in the cart for two weeks. We can afford it. Are you stressed out about money?”

“No. I make plenty and you make plenty at the construction place and-”

“You barely let me give you a box of chocolate for Valentine’s when you got me a whole bunch of car stuff that was ten times the cost and-”

“I don’t need a book. There’s plenty of books around here. Geez. Stop analyzing every little thing. You’re not a hunter anymore.”

“Yeah and I didn’t notice it as much before cause you never used the Charlie card and you used your fakes and I got it. But you won’t spend seven dollars on a book. You got mad at a five dollar box of chocolates. You-”

“I would rather you put that money towards a vacation,” you said.

“You’d rather it not be spent on you. I mean how many times have I seen you saying I want a new winter jacket and then you wear your same old one that’s been stitched more times than I have.”

“What do you want me to say, Dean. Just come out and say it.”

“Why don’t you think you deserve to spend money on yourself? Even seven dollars, even when it’s in the budget. I just want to know what’s going on sweetheart.”

“I don’t need-”

“I know you. What’s-”

“I don’t like me,” you spat out. “I don’t and today’s not great and I’m not buying something stupid for myself when we could use that money on something more important.”

“The most important thing in the world to me is you.”

“I don’t want to fight, Dean.”

“Neither do I,” he said. He walked over slowly and rested his hands on your arms, sliding down them to pull them around his back. You breathed deeply into his shirt, his arms trapping you in a warm embrace. “I like you.”

“I know you do, De. I have a hard time...it’s hard to buy something nice for yourself when you don’t like yourself that day.”

“New rule. You spend your fun money every month and if you don’t, I’m just gonna buy stuff for you with it.”

“It’s not that simple,” you said, Dean’s chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know. But it’s a start. You don’t have a problem spending money, just on you you do. So, forget about deserving or not deserving. Cause you do, even days you don’t like you. But days you don’t, tell me. Please. I promise extra cuddles.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” he said. “Now take your shower, relax, and when you get out, I’ll be back with the food, alright?”

“Okay,” you said.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you gave him a half smile. “Careful driving.”

“Be back soon sweetheart.”

You were just putting the brownies in the oven an hour later when Dean walked in with a takeout bag. He frowned and you held up your hands.

“Baking relaxes me,” you said.

“You’re lucky I know that’s true,” he said. He set the bag down at the counter, smiling as he reached into his coat pocket. He took out a book and turned it around, holding it out to you.

“You got this from that bookstore next door,” you said, smiling and taking it from him. “Dean…”

“Only six dollars there too,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry I am this way,” you said as he washed up. He hit off the water and dried his hands, cocking his head.

“Sorry? I thought I already told you, I really really like you, just the way you are. I’d like it if you liked you too cause she’s pretty awesome but I will like for us both on the bad days just like you do on mine.”

“You got all domestic, Dean,” you said, setting book down and giving him a hug.

“And I love it,” he said, giving you a kiss. “Come on, sweetheart. Eat up while it’s hot.”

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[dreamywriterinthedark]

Recess sobs and bedtime resolutions

Pairing: fem!Reader x Spencer

Request: Ok so the reader is a psychologist and is married to spencer and they have a 5 year old daughter who gets in trouble for punching a kid because they picked on her because they didn't beleive her dad was in the fbi If that makes sense any who if you don't write this i get it I just want to see speancers reaction

Trigger warnings: bullying, physical violence. (let me know if i forgot something)

Category: fluff, slight angst.

A/N: thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it. The daughter sounds a bit older than 5, in my head she’s in the early stages of elementary school. Let me know what you think about it! I’d be glad to receive some feedback. (Btw I hurt my own feelings writing this, you can’t even imagine...)

You were in your office, a typical Tuesday afternoon until you heard your office phone ring once more. You held up your finger to make your client pause what they were saying, you picked up the phone only to hang up.

“I apologise for the inconvenience. Now where were we ?” you said trying to get your client comfortable again despite the ringing. As she was about to speak up again, your cellphone rang, Spencer’s name lit up your screen and that’s when you were starting to get concerned.

“I’m so sorry I have to get that.” You said exiting the office to take the call. You were happy to hear your significant other’s voice nonetheless you knew he wouldn’t normally call you during working hours.

“Hi darling, is everything okay ?”

“No, not really. The school called, there’s an emergency.” he responded wrapping his scarf around his neck as he was making his way to the elevator.

“What happened ?” you asked getting more and more worried.

“She punched a classmate in the face. Can you believe it ?!” he pressed the button 0 waving goodbye to his coworkers.

“What ? Our daughter? Jane ? Are you sure it’s not her evil twin ?”

“Eviler twin you mean ? No offense, Y/n, but if she had one, I’m pretty sure you would remember…”

“Alright, I’ll tell my secretary to cancel all my appointments for the day. I’ll meet you there.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.” You answered before hanging up. You made it a little bit of a rule to yourself to never say ‘goodbye’ to him because you thought that if you did it may increase the chances of you never seeing him again. You knew it was a bit silly but with all those times he was close to death, you’d believe in any superstition if that meant he would get home safe.

After taking care of your client and letting your secretary handle the rest, you hurried out of your office to drive to your daughter’s elementary school.

You pushed the interphone button, once you were allowed entrance you walked to the principal’s office. You softly knocked, when the door opened it showed Spencer sitting in a chair right across the desk, next to it was an empty chair meant for you.

“I’m sorry, I came as I soon as I could.” you apologized.

“Well, I assume you’re Jane’s mother. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Principal Walker.” he greeted shaking your hand. As you sat down, Spencer gave you his best polite white smile.

“Do you know what you’re here for ?” he inquired.

“You said our daughter was involved in a conflict with a student...” you answered.

“Your daughter punched a student in the face.” He said bluntly.

“Right…”

“Are you sure it’s Jane ?” Spencer asked still struggling to believe it.

“Wait until you see her knuckles...”

Spencer put his face in his hands in defeat, you rubbed his shoulder to bring him comfort.

“What happened exactly ?” you asked.

“Well, it was during the 10AM break. Jane went out to play with her classmates when a boy started arguing with her. Next thing we hear is a scream, the boy is on the floor crying.”

You and Spencer both looked at each other with an immense look of stupor.

“The boy, did he bully her ?” Spencer asked trying to find some innocence in the sweet child of his.

“Not that we know of.” answered the principal.

“Is he okay though ?” you questioned.

“Yes, just a minor injury. He went back home.”

You nodded, “So what happens next ?”

“We are giving her a warning but the next time something like this happens there will be harsher consequences than a simple punishment. Understood ?”

“Yes. we understand. Thank you for your time, sir.” you said as you rose up from your chair. Spencer and you both exited the room finding your daughter in the waiting lounge looking guilty as ever. You saw Spencer’s face look puzzled and hostile. To torture your daughter with even more guilt you told her to ride back home with her dad which she did not love but couldn’t protest.

Spencer hardly spoke to Jane the entire drive. He was dry, so much it looked like he ignored her. Jane was desperate to get him to talk to her.

“Please, dad. Don’t be mad at me!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” those words he pronounced cut like a knife. You knew that by seeing her dad’s reaction she would become aware of the gravity of her actions. And he actually wasn’t mad, at least not until he saw her pouting face. He loved her too much to be angry.

“Okay but can you just talk to me!” she whined.

“Oh we will, back home with your mom.”

That car ride lasted longer for Jane than usual. No music, no anecdotes nor laughs, just plain silence and introspection while gazing at the landscape.

Your house was in the suburbs near a forest, Spencer had all sorts of scientific arguments as to why living near nature was beneficial but you just loved the paysage before your eyes when taking your morning coffee. The location was perfect; in nature which means less pollution, noise and lower criminal rates yet a short car ride from the city which was full of cultural spots and with high quality education.

Jane tried to run up the stairs in hope to avoid her parents’ correction but was interrupted by your strict toned voice; “Not so fast, young lady.”

She shut her eyes stopping dead in her tracks, she lifted her stuffed animal and said to it “It was nice knowing you, fluffy.” She then turned around and sat on the couch.

Spencer was pacing around, “Why did you do it ?” He asked his daughter his voice slightly higher than before. She started melting in tears which truly pained him. You walked up to her, as you were sat on the couch next to her you started stroking her arm and drying her tears.

“It’s okay. We’re just trying to understand why you did that. There’s no way you would’ve done it without a reason.” you told her.

“Jeremy kept making fun of me…” she struggled to get out whimpering.

“How long has he been making fun of you ?” Spencer asked.

“Since Valentine’s day when everyone was exchanging cards but my box was empty.” You glanced at Spencer in shock of how long you hadn’t known your daughter was getting bullied, silently suffering.

“Honey, I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” you reassured her kissing her cheek and running your hands through her hair. “But what happened exactly that made you punch him ?”

“He made fun of dad, he wouldn’t believe he was in the FBI.” She answered tilting her head up. “I asked him to stop but he wouldn’t so I defended myself.” she affirmed seeming not so guilty anymore. You unwrapped your arms from her giving her a frown.

“That’s not how you deal with problems.” Spencer said sitting on the low table across the couch.

“Yeah, you could’ve talked to us first but you didn’t even try. You know you can tell us everything ?” You backed him up.

“I know but I thought I could deal with this problem on my own. You guys always seem so good at it. And I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

You glanced at Spencer both slightly smiling at each other.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my job at the FBI is that violence is never the answer. It’s only justifiable if it’s legitimate defence; when you life is in danger.”

“Dad, do you still love me ?” she asked watching her feet swinging on the edge of the couch.

“Of course, I love you. I always will, no matter what.” he responded taking hold of her hand. “Okay?” She nodded. She didn’t seem to understand that punching someone is wrong. You needed to have a talk with Spencer;

“Now go to your room and do your homework, we’ll talk punishment tomorrow morning.” You said.

“But-“ she protested.

“No buts, go to your room.” You ordered.

You joined Spencer on the couch, he looked completely defeated. “Hey, are you alright ?” You asked him while taking a seat next to him. “Yes.” He answered a bit too quickly. “I mean…No…Not really.” You knew exactly why he was feeling like this. “It’s not your fault, Spence.” you reassured him playing with his hair.

“This whole time…And I didn’t know she was struggling. What kind of father am I ?”

“I come home every night and I didn’t know about this. It’s not because of your job, it’s not because of us. I’m blaming the school, here. They’re the ones who are supposed to prevent bullying from happening.”

He rummaged his hair with his hands whilst his elbows rested on his knees.

“Plus it’s a good sign, she doesn’t get along with kids her age…” you said slightly smirking.

“How?!” Spencer asks slightly irritated due to his public middle school flashbacks.

“It’s a sign of high intellectual potential. Her emotional age is too advanced for kids her age to understand, they tend to be too insensitive for her. She believes animals and inanimate objects have emotions and that they are intelligent. She talks to her stuffed animal like it’s a pet. She took the pepperonis out of her pizza! Also she has an enormous amount of creativity and she’s highly sensitive to her surroundings. Have you seen how she profiled your every move and suddenly her emotions followed ? Just like you she’s protective of the ones she loves. She only punched that kid because he wasn’t exactly talking highly of you…”

“So you’re saying…”

“Our daughter could be a genius.”

“As mother as daughter.” he complimented with a smirk.

“Oh come on we know who’s the genius here!” you said slapping his shoulder playfully.

You both chuckled. You kept talking for at least half an hour to come up with a plan you both agreed to. It’s not good for a child to watch their parents disagree.

~slight time lapse~

An hour after dinner, you went up to your daughter’s bedroom as it was her bedtime. You leaned on the door frame admiring Spencer, sat next to Jane on her bed, reading a story to her about conflict to teach her what to do in the type of situations she got in. He learned that from you since you were a psychologist. He admired how resourceful and clever you were. He couldn’t be more proud to have you as his significant other and the mother of his child. Your foot made a cracking noise on the hard wood floor which caught Jane attention.

“Mommy! Come!” she exclaimed shaking her little hands.

“What’s up?” you ask sitting next to the bed.

“Me and dad were reading this book you got me and now i understand. I’m sorry for not coming to you first. I just didn’t like what they said about dad.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter what people think of you. Seeking validation from people can be so unhealthy. If you keep bottling up your emotions you’re going to explode like a bomb and that’s no good.”

“Can you forgive me, mommy ?”

“Of course. You’re still growing, as long as you learn from your mistakes I’m confident you’re going to be alright.” You answered squeezing her hand. Spencer watched in awe, it reminded him how in love with you he is.

“Yes, please don’t ever do that again!” he said a bit too quickly with a high pitched voice that made you all burst in laughter.

“Alright, you should get some sleep.” you told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and tucking her in; “Good night, my love.”

Spencer kissed her temple and set aside the little book he was reading to her wishing her good night as well. You walked out switching the lights off. As you walked down the stairs you asked Spencer to stop in his tracks pointing your finger up; Jane was talking to her stuffed animal. You both had to muffle your laughs. The future looked bright.

[oliviridian]

Reflecting

I can’t help but think now that we’re 5 weeks into this root canal of a break-up how utterly unromantic the relationship really was.

 It was founded a long time crush on my part that was never reciprocated until I was emotionally present for her in a hard time. Then, we transitioned to LDR which she hated so much, that she couldn’t stand at all. So I visited in person and she visited in person, and then I stayed there. When she found out the dorms at the college she was likely to go to wouldn’t let her stay in the women’s it was a reminder that her home state wasn’t kind to people like us. I suggested she could come stay with me and my Mom, start working and eventually we could move out together. She would have a chance at the dorms here in Washington too. Without researching she jumped on the plan. When she found out that she needed a year of residency to make tuition affordable, she focused all of her attention on getting money for a car. Then getting us out of my Mom’s and into a studio apartment.

At this time, I was working part-time and going to school and shortly after our move the COVID-19 pandemic began. At first, things looked alright. My job went remote and her’s gave her two weeks paid time off. They created strict control over the situation, not letting customers into the store at all. But while I was working from home and doing zoom school, my ex started resenting me for the privilege of my situation. Resentment only grew, she hated I had support from my family that she lacked, she hated that I could work from home, she hated that I would spend days in our studio apartment focused on work and school and leisure and that for me all of those things were essentially confined to a desk. We spent two years in a studio apartment with resentment fermenting. I tried to be a good partner in every way that I knew how but the situation was already untenable by the time she shook me. Our sex life broke down.

We break up for the first time in July of 2021. I ask my friend to take me somewhere else, I negotiate my way into moving in. I regret not doing that now. I clutch a letter she wrote our first valentine’s day. One of three or four romantic gestures in our whole relationship. I was so starved for love and affection, her texting me asking if we were making a mistake, asking to see me made me crumble. I wanted to eat breakfast together and be okay. We agreed to reevaluate the relationship at the end of the lease. Our sex life never improves. The resentment is still there. But we’re happy to just go back to being comfortable. We can rely on each other. Everything works okay if we just trust each other. We really do love each other, even if we’re so mismatched, right? I tell myself it’s normal I have to fight her tooth and nail for her to tell me any reason she likes me.

We move again. We don’t move to the apartment I want, we move to the one she wants. Old fights flare up harder than ever. I try to address her needs so hard I break my arm. Stop being able to work on driving. She always wanted me to be driving. She leaves for home to see her family. Home is always not with me, I notice. My friend visits, she organizes a trip to Seattle with a third friend. When I go, this is the last straw. Sarah wanted to go to Seattle. We never made time. I’ve been working 40 hour weeks and so has she. We have shared as many days off as I can count on my hands. I didn’t plan a daytrip on any of them. This is the reason it ends. We fight and break up again.

She asks to go to couples therapy like my friend suggested months ago. I ask to think about it. My therapist reminds me this relationship has looked abusive to her for two years. I think about every time I had sex when I didn’t want to. I look at my body’s reaction to her, walking on eggshells, desperate for approval, afraid of her anger. I realize it has been too late for at least a year. It might have always been too late. I was a solution to a problem. My affection and desire were ego boosts. I bitterly think of her sucking the validation out of a man’s cock next time. I get upset with myself for the bitterness and anger that creeps in. I feel used and dirty. Everything hurts for a few weeks. We’re still living together. Ten Days left and I will never see her again. I don’t think I’m going to miss her.