#i'll still be around and writing just ready to shift focus

[rootedinrevisions]

More Than a Game

SUMMARY: When you join Glen Powell for a night under the bright Texas stadium lights, you expect an evening of football and fun—but what you don’t expect is the sting of an offhand comment that shakes your confidence. As Glen’s world of fans and flashing cameras surrounds you, he’s quick to remind you of where you stand: by his side, as the one who holds his heart. With every protective gesture, from offering you his jacket to placing his prized Stetson on your head, Glen shows the world that you’re not just another face in the crowd—you’re someone special.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I couldn't see the way Glen was looking at the Texas football game and NOT write something about it. I combined a little bit of my idea from seeing him at the game last night with a request I received for protective Glen defending you. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Hope you all enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Some body shaming/slight bullying. But mostly this is fluff. Implied smut happening later.

WORD COUNT: 3.1K

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The drive to the game felt like it had gone by in a blur, but your heart was still racing. You kept sneaking glances at Glen, who was effortlessly steering his truck down familiar Austin streets, humming along to the country song playing softly through the speakers. The sight of him in his burnt orange jacket, his dark brown Stetson resting on the dash, made you smile. He was so deeply Texan, so deeply himself, and you loved that about him.

But today was different. Today wasn’t just another day at his place or one of your quiet, private dinners. Today, you were stepping into his world, a world filled with football fans, media, and curious eyes.

“You sure about this?” Glen’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see his warm, brown eyes on you. There was a hint of concern in his gaze, even though his usual confident smile was still there. His hand was resting on your thigh, his fingers gently squeezing you.

You nodded, but the butterflies in your stomach refused to settle. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, you know that, right?” His thumb brushed back and forth against your leg, a soothing motion that made it hard to focus on anything but his touch.

You exhaled, trying to release some of the tension you’d been carrying all morning. “I know, but... I want to. I’m just a little nervous.”

Glen’s hand shifted, his fingers intertwining with yours now as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. You’re with me, okay? It’s just a game. And no matter what, I’m right here.”

The simplicity of his words, the steady calm in his voice, grounded you in a way that nothing else could. Glen had a way of making everything feel right, even when the rest of the world felt chaotic. You smiled at him, feeling your nerves slowly easing, though a small part of you still wondered what it would be like to step into the spotlight with him.

“I’m right here,” he repeated, giving your hand another reassuring squeeze before resting it back on your thigh. 

The warmth of his palm was a quiet reminder of the man beside you—the man who’d chosen you, wanted you in his life. Even with his hectic schedule, the endless stream of filming projects, press tours, and interviews, Glen always made time for you. No matter how chaotic things got, he’d find a way to carve out moments that were just yours. Whether it was late-night phone calls when he was halfway around the world or surprising you with a weekend getaway after a grueling shoot, he never made you feel like you were competing with his career. He always made you feel like you mattered.

And today, with everything on his plate, he was still here—hand in yours, offering you the steady reassurance that, despite all the noise of his world, you were the part that grounded him.

As you approached the stadium, the sight of fans in burnt orange, waving flags, and cheering already filled the air. Glen’s hand never left you, and as you pulled into the parking lot, he gave your leg one last reassuring squeeze before turning off the engine. He flashed you that signature smile, the one that made your heart skip and leaned in slightly.

“Let’s do this, yeah?”

You nodded, your nerves still there but softened by the fact that Glen was beside you—steady, calm, and exactly the kind of person who could turn an overwhelming moment into something that felt safe.

The hum of the stadium grew louder as you and Glen made your way through the corridors, his hand never leaving yours. Each step you took, the anticipation in the air grew thicker. The faint sound of a band playing echoed through the concrete walls, the roar of the crowd amplifying with every turn.

And then, you stepped out into the open.

The sight was overwhelming at first—the sea of burnt orange stretching as far as the eye could see, flags waving proudly in the stands, the stadium alive with energy. The lights beamed down on the field, casting a golden hue across the manicured grass. The sheer size of it, the passion radiating from the crowd—it was more than you had imagined. 

For a moment, you stood still, taking it all in, the magnitude of where you were sinking in. This was Glen's world, and it was as vibrant and electric as he’d always said. You felt his eyes on you before you even turned to him. When you glanced up, you found him smiling at you, a look of quiet pride and happiness on his face. He loved this. It wasn’t just the game, the culture, the tradition—it was sharing it with you. Seeing you take in the thing he loved most with such wonder lit up something in him.

His hand gently squeezed yours, pulling you closer as he murmured, "You alright?"

You nodded, smiling as you glanced back out at the stadium. "Yeah. This is... it's incredible."

He chuckled softly, his voice warm with affection. "I told you." His gaze lingered on you, his eyes soft as he watched you soak in the moment. "I'm glad you're here with me. Means a lot."

You looked up at him, feeling that familiar warmth in your chest. You meant a lot to him. Even in the midst of all this—the noise, the chaos, the spectacle—his focus was still on you. Glen Powell, the Texas boy with a larger-than-life career and a love for this sport, was standing here, looking at you like you were the most important part of this moment.

Your heart swelled, and as you shared a quiet smile with him, you knew—this was more than just a game. It was a part of who Glen was, and you were honored to be a part of it, a part of him.

You could see the players warming up, coaches barking orders, and media personnel buzzing around, all while the game raged on. It was an atmosphere you could only describe as electric.

But then, the attention started to shift. One by one, people began noticing Glen. A few fans from the crowd above called his name, waving enthusiastically as they snapped pictures from their phones. It wasn’t long before a group of people nearby on the sidelines approached him—some familiar faces, others eager fans who clearly recognized him. Glen responded with his signature easy charm, greeting each person with that warm, affable smile you knew so well.

But through it all, he never let go of your hand.

If anything, his grip tightened slightly, reassuring you that even in the middle of the excitement, you were his priority. As he talked to a couple of reporters who recognized him from past interviews, he kept you close, standing just a step behind him, your shoulder brushing his arm.

Every so often, Glen would glance back at you, as if to check in, his eyes softening every time they met yours. His hand would occasionally shift to the small of your back, that familiar warmth spreading through you as he kept you grounded in this whirlwind of activity.

"Hey, I want you to meet someone," Glen said, his voice filled with excitement as he turned to you. 

He introduced you to one of the assistant coaches, and a couple of old friends from his time at the University of Texas. Each time, he spoke your name with quiet pride, like he was sharing a part of his world with them. And every time he did, you felt your nerves ease a little more.

As the two of you made your way further down the sidelines more and more people seemed to start to recognize Glen. Glen shook hands and greeted them warmly, but never let go of you. Even as more people started to crowd around, he kept you close by his side, his hand drifting to the small of your back when someone leaned in to say hello.

But as the attention on Glen grew, so did the whispers. At first, it was just a few curious glances, the kind you expected when people recognized a celebrity.

But then, as you stood by Glen’s side, a voice behind you made your stomach drop.

"Wait, is that his girlfriend?" a girl whispered, her tone laced with disbelief.

"Yeah, I think so," someone else replied, not even bothering to lower their voice. "I thought he'd be dating someone… prettier."

Your heart sank, the casual cruelty of their words cutting deeper than you expected. You tried to keep your face neutral, but it was like the air had been sucked out of your lungs. For a moment, the excitement of the game, the energy of the crowd—all of it faded into the background, replaced by the sharp sting of their comment.

Prettier. The word echoed in your head, twisting your stomach into knots. You swallowed hard, trying to push it away, but the insecurity started creeping in, faster than you could stop it. You suddenly felt out of place, self-conscious in a way you hadn’t before. Here, in this world that Glen seemed to fit into so effortlessly, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t measure up.

Glen must have sensed the shift in your demeanor, because he turned toward you, his smile faltering as he noticed the look on your face. His hand slipped from your back to your arm, gently tugging you closer. 

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and full of concern.

You hesitated, your eyes darting to the ground as you forced a smile. 

"Yeah, I’m fine," you said, trying to brush it off, but your voice came out smaller than you intended.

But Glen wasn’t buying it. He tilted his head, his brows knitting together as he looked at you with that gentle but piercing gaze, the one that always seemed to know when something was bothering you. "What happened?"

You swallowed, debating whether to say anything. It felt silly, childish even, to let a stranger’s comment get under your skin. But it did, and Glen could see it.

After a beat, you sighed and leaned in, lowering your voice. "Someone made a dumb comment," you murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.

His brow furrowed further, his hand gently rubbing your arm. "What did they say?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

You bit your lip, your pulse quickening as you replayed the words in your head. "They said…" you hesitated, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. "They thought you'd be dating someone prettier."

For a second, Glen didn’t say anything. His expression hardened, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as the meaning of your words sank in. You could see the protective instinct kicking in, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area behind you, searching for the source of the comment. It was subtle, but you could feel the shift in him, the way his body tensed, ready to defend you.

But instead of turning to confront the person, he took a breath and refocused on you. His hand moved from your arm to your face, gently cradling your cheek as he leaned in closer to you.

"Look at me," he said quietly, his voice steady and full of warmth.

You blinked up at him, the noise of the stadium fading into the background as you met his gaze.

"Don’t listen to them," Glen said softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "They don’t know you. They don’t know us. And they sure as hell don’t know what they’re talking about."

You felt a lump rise in your throat as his words washed over you. It was hard to shake the doubt, but Glen’s presence, his unwavering confidence in you, made it easier to breathe.

He smiled a soft, affectionate smile that was just for you. "You’re the most beautiful person here, and not just because of how you look," he continued, his voice low but firm. "But because of who you are. And I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side. Ever."

Your heart swelled at his words, the weight of the earlier comment slowly lifting. Glen leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than usual. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with that familiar warmth that always made you feel safe.

"And just so you know," Glen added, a teasing grin tugging at his lips, "if anyone says anything else, they’ll have to deal with me."

"You’re too good to me," you whispered.

Glen’s grin softened, his hand sliding back down to your waist as he pulled you close. "Nah," he said, pressing another kiss to your temple, "I’m just lucky to have you."

As the crisp Texas air settled around you, Glen’s attention shifted. He could feel the slight chill in the air, and without missing a beat, he glanced over at you.

“You cold?” he asked, his voice soft yet full of care.

You shook your head at first, but Glen wasn’t having it.

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his leather jacket, the scent of him—spice and something distinctly Glen—filling the space between you. “Put this on.”

You hesitated for a second, but he was already holding it out for you, his hands poised to help you slide your arms through. As you slipped into the warmth of his jacket, Glen’s hands rested lightly on your shoulders, adjusting it to fit just right. He stepped back, eyes scanning you for a moment with a satisfied smile.

Just when you thought the gesture was over, Glen reached up, taking his dark brown Stetson off his head. Your eyes widened in surprise—this was Glen’s favorite hat, the one you knew he was almost possessive over. It was a custom one that was a gift from his parents a few years back. It had a "Hook 'Em" logo on the back. He never let anyone wear it. So when he carefully placed it on top of your head, tipping it just so, you couldn’t help the confused laugh that bubbled out of you.

“You... you don't let anyone wear this,” you said, your voice full of disbelief as you adjusted the brim.

Glen’s smile widened, his hazel eyes gleaming with amusement. “You aren’t just anyone,” he replied, stepping closer until there was barely an inch of space between you. “You’re someone special.”

The warmth in his voice matched the flutter of your heart, sending a rush of heat through your body despite the cool air. Your fingers tightened around the lapels of his jacket, pulling it closer to you, feeling the warmth of him linger in the leather. The smile that crept onto your face was involuntary, the way his words wrapped around you more effectively than any jacket could.

Glen’s hands found your waist again, tugging you closer until you were wrapped up in him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered just for you, his breath hot against your skin. “You remember what it means to wear a man’s cowboy hat, right?”

You couldn’t help but smirk at his words, the playful challenge clear in his tone.

“Oh, I remember,” you murmured back, glancing up at him with a glint in your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll fulfill my end of the deal... back at your place.”

Glen chuckled, low and satisfied, pulling you into another hug before stepping back. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, winking as he tilted the brim of the Stetson down slightly, casting a shadow over your face. It was such a simple, playful moment, but the intimacy behind it left a warmth simmering between the two of you.

With his arm around your waist, you both continued walking down the sidelines, navigating through a sea of fans and sidelong glances. Glen kept you close, his hand secure around your hip as he smiled and waved at familiar faces. 

But his grip on you tightened a little when you both overheard a comment from a nearby fan. “What does he see in someone like…her,” the girl muttered to her friend, her voice loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough to think she could get away with it.

The words hit you like a jolt, and you instinctively drew in closer to Glen, trying to brush it off, but the sting lingered. 

Glen must have felt your reaction, sensed the shift in your mood, because before you could even fully process the comment, his hand slid protectively to the small of your back, gently pulling you even closer.

“Because she’s gorgeous,” Glen said, not loud enough for the girls to hear, but just for you. His voice was full of certainty, leaving no room for doubt. “Don’t ever forget that.”

His words were a balm, softening the sharp edges of your insecurity. You smiled up at him, thankful for his ability to ground you with just a few words. Glen grinned back, and then, as if to solidify his point, he reached up and adjusted the Stetson on your head again, a playful reminder of who you were with.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, his thumb tracing comforting circles against your side.

You nodded, mustering up a more genuine smile now. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

He looked satisfied with that, giving you a light squeeze before glancing around the stadium again. “You know,” he began, his tone shifting to something a little more casual, “we don’t have to stay down here. The suites are up top, and we could have a little more privacy. What do you say?”

The idea of some quiet away from the lingering eyes sounded appealing, especially if it meant getting to spend more time with Glen without the constant buzz of onlookers. “That sounds perfect,” you said, leaning into him slightly.

Glen’s grin widened as he pulled you in closer and guided you toward the stairs. “Good. Let’s go before you get too comfortable in my hat,” he teased, his tone light, but his hand on you steady and reassuring.

As you made your way up toward the suites, the tension from earlier slowly melted away, replaced by the warmth of Glen’s unwavering presence. You might have been in the middle of a crowd, but with his jacket around your shoulders and his Stetson perched on your head, it was clear to anyone watching—you were his, and he was yours.

[rosenclaws]

logan helps you study <3

a/n: full disclosure I'm ovulating and I legitimately can't focus on anything because I keep thinking of Logan and I have a midterm tmr so this is born so I can finally fucking focus. I can't stop looking at pictures of Hugh it is actually driving me insane

wc: 646

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, cockwarming, bent over a table, teasing logan, breast groping/nipple play, reader wears a skirt.

"Lo..." You shift uncomfortably on his lap.

Sweat forming on your brow as your hand shakes. You regret ever asking him for help studying. Though now that you think of it, you never asked for his help.

Logan found you at the dining room table. Eyes straining from looking at your laptop for the last 4 hours of your life. Books open, post its everywhere. You were ready to pull your fucking hair out. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he doesn't try and help his smart girl.

His idea of helping?

Having you sit on his fat cock while you study. Promising you the ride of your life when you're done going through the study guide. He got you to stand up, smacking your ass as you did and sat in your chair.

Unbuckling his jeans with a loud clank and pulled down his pants and boxers in one go. He spread his legs and pat his lap, winking as he stroked his cock. He leaned forward and stuffed his face in your cunt making you gasp.

Your hands gripped the table tightly as pulled your underwear harshly. Watching as your ass shook right in his face. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit roughly as he pulled and pulled until it snapped. You mark that as another pair of underwear Logan has ruined. He tosses the scraps somewhere in the room and grabs your hips to place you on his lap.

He smacked your thighs and smiled as he told you to open up. Notching his cock at your pussy and helping you take all of him until he's all the way inside.

This was so not fair.

"Yeah pretty girl?" Logan plays with the hem of your skirt, a smirk on his face as he feels you move on his lap.

"Don't know how much this is helping..." You mumble. He moves his hips and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"I don't know, seems to be working from here." He grins as he thrusts his hips upwards.

The tip of his cock burying itself deep inside of you. You let out a squeak as his hairy thighs rub against your ass. The grip on your pen gets tighter as you resist the urge to throw your books off the table and beg Logan to fuck you right here.

"Just a few more questions right?" He slips his hands under your shirt. Fingers trailing up and up until he's cupping your bra. Slowly pulling it down until your boobs pop out.

"Finish them and I'll give you everything you want baby." He purrs as his thumbs flick over your nipples.

It's the most tortuous 10 minutes of your life. Writing answers to questions you can't remember. Logan's cock is pulsing inside of you. His hands are meticulously tugging and playing with your nipples. Squeezing your tits in his rough, calloused hands. He's whispering dirty thoughts in your ear, no longer attempting to help you study. Instead growing impatient as you clench around his cock.

Finally you finish the last sentence. Slamming your computer closed and shoving all your books off the table. Logan stands up, shoving you until you're bending over the table. Cock still deep inside of you as he leans over and pins your body to the table with his super human strength.

Logan growls as he sets a harsh but slow pace. Dragging his cock along your tight walls, groaning when they don't seem to want him to leave.

"Pussy wants to keep me deep inside huh?" He chuckles darkly as he slams his hips into you.

"Hope you studied good baby," He buries his face in your neck. Inhaling your scent as he rubs his nose along your neck.

"Because tonight the only thing you're gonna remember is how to scream my name."

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Struggle

[Arcane] Jinx x Female Reader

Summary: "You're like my rock, and I want to be that for you, too, even if I don't exactly know how to do it."

Word Count: 3.05k

Content + Warnings: Modern Jinx (Jinx and Reader are in their mid-to-late 20s), insecurities, crying, language (?)

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[A/N]: This is my 100th post on here, and considering my very first story on here (over two years ago) was Jinx, I figured I could sort of celebrate the post count by writing for her again. I'll be posting for all of my current requests after this until they've all been completed, but I just wanted to say thank you all for the support over the past two years. I'm glad you all enjoy my work, especially to the point where you send in requests, and I hope you'll all like the stories I have planned for the future. :)

Enjoy!

Softly, in the corner of the room, a small record player echoed out peaceful melodies, filling the room and replacing the already comfortable silence. You sat in bed, eyes scanning over the pages of a random book you found a few days prior that you were almost finished reading. Wanting Jinx to be relaxed as well, you kept your legs propped up for her to lean against, resting between your feet and resting herself against your legs, letting her head lie snugly on your knees. She kept her arms wrapped around your thighs to ensure you stayed close to her and didn’t disturb the peace.

Her eyes had been closed for a while. Anyone would assume she was asleep. You, however, knew better. It was easy to hear her soft, quick breaths, a total opposite to the deep, even breathing you could often hear from her when she was genuinely resting. Alongside what you could hear, you were able to feel her fingers occasionally tracing random patterns against your skin. It was clear she was trying to be subtle so she wouldn’t ruin your focus on your newfound book, although it wasn’t working.

There wasn’t a disturbance either way since you were already used to her using the tips of her nails to sketch shapes and words on you, though it was still endearing to know she was always actively trying to avoid inconveniencing you. Often, you had to remind her that you didn’t mind how chatty and peppy she could be, and lately you had been encouraging her to just be herself regardless of what was going on. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone so full of life after constantly being surrounded by constant negativity when you had to go to work.

Plus, you knew she was an incredibly kind person at heart. Even when things didn’t go her way, you knew she almost always had good intentions – specifically when it revolves around you. She wasn’t necessarily the best at comforting others, considering she never truly received support herself for so long, but she tried, and that was really all you could ask for.

The very few nights where you’d fall vulnerable to the cruel tricks your mind played on you, she was always there. Always ready to lend an ear, shoulder, words of advice, whatever you needed. During those times, she knew it wasn’t okay to try to crack a joke or make light of the situation until you were calm and stable again, which was something that you couldn’t appreciate more.

Now, while bundled up in bed with Jinx as you read your book, you couldn’t help the smile that brought the corners of your lips up with ease. Your eyes remained on the sepia-toned pages that rested in your hands, though your attention was quickly pulled away when you felt eyes on you. Meeting Jinx’s gaze, her warm smile widened and she lifted her head a bit to look at you properly. “Why’re you staring at me?” You asked, chuckling and tilting your head.

“‘Cause I like looking at you. You’re pretty.”

Nervously, you laughed again, shaking your head and looking back down. “I’m not, but thanks,” you muttered back, fighting back a wince when you felt her shift her body to fully face you. “What? Of course you’re pretty.” She leaned forward, her chest now resting on top of your knees as she slipped her hands upward to cup your face between them. “Did someone tell you you’re not? ‘Cause I’ll kick their ass if they did. Who was it?” A small shake of your head had her increasingly rapid rambling settle down, allowing you to properly respond. “No one told me that, Jinx, you don’t need to kick anyone’s ass,” you replied with another laugh, hoping to ease the growing tension.

“Then… Why'd you say you’re not pretty? Is it because you don’t have makeup on or something? Because you’re beautiful without makeup anyway, so it’s not like you need it or anything. ‘Course, there’s nothing wrong with wearing it, but I’m just saying you don’t need to wear it to look good, y’know?” Before she could start back up on her scattered speech, you leaned to the side and set the book gently down on the nightstand, then lifted your hands and shook them dismissively.

“Jinx, please. It’s so sweet that you think that, really, it is, but I just don’t feel the same way. I never have, if I’m being honest, but I’ve learned to live with it.” Internally, you could already feel the tears beginning to form behind your eyes, prompting you to curse silently to yourself. Why were these types of conversations always so difficult? You’d never been able to accept or believe the compliments people would give you, so why did they keep coming your way? You weren’t entirely sure why you couldn't accept them, though you didn’t want to try to think back on things to find out. Memories were painful, so you tried to avoid them as much as you could.

She seemed entirely baffled at your words, disbelief contorting her features as she let her hands fall to take hold of your own. “C’mon, toots, I’m supposed to be the crazy one, not you.” You raised a brow. “What exactly is making me crazy here?” “Thinking that you’re not good looking. That’s insane to me! You’re one of the best-looking people I’ve ever met.” Again, you shook your head, your smile now feigned as you fought back tears. “You don’t have to lie to me, I’m fine. Like I said, I’ve already gotten used to how I look. I know I don’t look good.”

“Trinket, you know I don’t have the capacity to lie to you. Even if it were life or death, I wouldn’t be able to lie about how incredible you are. You’re pretty, even if you don’t believe it, and even though you might not think I’m telling the truth, I know for a fact that you’re beautiful to me. Inside and out.” Now entirely dismissive, you shook your head again and hugged your arms tightly. “No, I’m not. You can say all you want – tell me everything you supposedly love about me – but I’m not going to believe it. It’s nothing against you, I just know that people aren’t being genuine when they compliment me.”

Without hesitation, Jinx pushed your legs apart and let herself fall down on top of you, her arms snaking their way underneath you and pulling you closer to her. “Well, then I’m just going to have to keep telling you how amazing you are until it gets through that pretty little head of yours,” she murmured, lips pressing themselves quickly against your cheek before her head fell to rest on your shoulder.

“Please don’t do that. It’s only going to make me feel worse,” you replied, and instantly her head shot up to look at you as if you were crazy again. “Worse?” You nodded. “It would just feel like you’re constantly lying to me. I’d only feel more and more guilty every time you said something to compliment me.” Sighing, Jinx shuffled around a bit until she was able to lie beside you and pull you into her chest. “You wouldn’t have any reason to feel guilty for that, though. I’d be saying it myself. It’s not like you’d be forcing me to say stuff like that – I’d be saying it because it’s true.”

Grunting in the process of wriggling your way out of her grasp, you shuffled away from her and crossed your arms over your chest, head drooping and turning away to avoid seeing how hurt she was by your reluctance. “It’s not true, though,” you muttered under your breath. Following your example, Jinx slid her way over to sit beside you again, her hand coming up and gently cradling the side of your face as she turned your head to look at her again. “But it is.”

Already you were growing irritated with the argument – the same one you’ve had with so many people over the past several years. You knew she wasn’t going to give in, even if you managed to give a solid argument, but you also didn’t want her to start causing grief unintentionally, even if she meant well by it. You had never thought you were pretty, or beautiful, or even just slightly good-looking. You’d convinced yourself over the years that you were average at best, and that was just on a good day where your mind wasn’t being cruel to you.

Seeing her gaze at you so lovingly and earnestly, however, was allowing you to bite your tongue and stop yourself from growing overly defensive like you always did about the subject. You didn’t want to upset her. You knew, just like always, that she had good intentions at heart with what she was saying. You weren’t open about this often, so it wasn’t as if she had much to go off of in terms of how you’d react to her trying to comfort you and change your mind about how you saw yourself.

Huffing out a small sigh, you pulled your head away from her hand, letting your focus fall back to the ground. “Look, I know you’re probably being honest about what you’re saying, but-” “No, I’m not “probably” being honest, I am being honest.”

Again, you let a sigh slip past your lips and your shoulder drooped down in defeat. You weren’t going to win against her, though you didn’t want to admit to what you believed was a lie. “Well, either way, my mind isn’t going to change regardless. You could tell me everything you love about me a thousand times a day, and I still wouldn’t believe you.”

“But I don’t understand why you can’t just trust that I know what I’m talking about here.”

“I don’t know either, okay? People tell me randomly that I look good, or that I’m pretty or whatever, but it just never feels true. It feels like they’re lying straight to my face, and I can never believe them, even for a second. I don’t even know why I can't just believe them, but I can’t. I’ve never been able to.”

At first, you hadn’t even realized you had started crying. Not until you felt something dripping against your arms. Looking down, you finally took notice of your blurred vision, as well as the salty drops that trailed down your skin until they dripped and fell to the mattress beneath you. “Oh, trinket,” Jinx started softly from beside you, hand taking yours.

“Please don’t cry. It’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just want to make sure you know what I think about you. I’m sorry.” As she spoke, she carefully pulled you back into her arms, wanting to make sure she wasn’t making things worse by tugging you against her again. Once you were securely settled leaning on her chest, her free hand made its way up to the back of your head, tilting it down to allow her to comfortably press a small kiss to the top of it. “Please don’t cry,” she repeated just as quietly as before.

It felt like your heart was beginning to break at the sound of her voice shaking and the feeling of her hands trembling against you. She was trying to comfort you, yet you were still somehow upsetting her instead. A sob wracked through your body, and you didn’t have to think twice before you buried your face into her shoulder, partially trying to hide your face as you began to weep in her arms.

No matter how hard you tried, you never seemed to understand her. She was always mentioning how bad she is at comforting, yet you always immediately found yourself wandering to her whenever you were seeking said comfort. Being in her arms alone made you feel incredibly safe, and it was never hard to let the tears flow until you felt better.

Even if your tears stained one of her favorite shirts, she would never get angry. Wouldn’t even get annoyed. She’d simply make a joke about it to let you know she didn’t care, reminding you that she could always change into another shirt. She just wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with her. She wanted you to trust her.

And honestly, with how kindly she always treated you, even when you didn’t deserve it, it wasn’t hard to feel protected and seen when you were with her. You wondered often if you brought her the same kind of unconditional love and trust. Why did she love you so much? She gave and gave constantly, and it seemed like you only ever wanted to take more. How could she not despise you for needing her so badly for the simplest of things?

You shuddered, hiccuping between sobs and trying desperately to pull her as close to you as humanly possible.

“I don’t understand,” you choked out, gaining her attention again and prompting her to lean back far enough to look you in the eye. “Why are you always so kind and patient with me? All I do is upset you and bring everything down, even when you’re trying to help me.”

Upon seeing her bottom lip tremble, brows furrow, and tears grow glossy at your words, your stomach twisted with guilt, already regretting your tone. “Are you kidding me?” She asked with a broken laugh. “You’ve done nothing but bring me joy and laughter since I met you. Sure, there are moments like these where everything’s sort of… glum, I guess, but that’s just a part of life. Before I met you, I felt like it didn’t matter what I did with my life because I didn’t have anyone to share my future with.

“And then I met you, and everything felt so important all of a sudden. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gone to college or gotten a decent job. I probably wouldn’t have even finished high school, honestly, but I did because of you. You’re everything to me, trinket. You make me want to be a better person, even if I’m not the greatest at doing that.

“Besides, you’re always there for me when I need it, especially when I’m feeling down and need someone to lean on. You’re like my rock, and I want to be that for you, too, even if I don’t exactly know how to do it. I know I might not always know what to say, and sometimes I end up making things worse than they already are, but you’ve never once hated me for that. Even when I fuck things up, you’re still here, telling me how much you love me and how you still want a future with me, and I can never tell you how incredible of a feeling that leaves me with.

That’s why I find you so beautiful. And I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. Whether we’re talking about inside or out, you’re beautiful, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. I love every single part of you.”

For a long moment, you were only able to stare up at her, tears flowing freely down your face as you slowly soaked in her words. “You do?” She smiled, nodding. “Of course I do. I could never love anyone the way I love you.”

Wordlessly, your head landed back against her shoulder. You felt your eyes shut as exhaustion began to take over from the crying. Combined with the growing fatigue, the feeling of Jinx’s nails returning to scratch soothingly at the nape of your neck brought a sense of solace that only she could ever bring. It was one of her ways of telling you she was there without having to say anything out loud. “I love you, too,” you finally whispered, sniffling and quickly wiping away your tears before they could continue their journey down Jinx’s back.

If she truly meant everything she had said, then you were doing well to provide her with the same amount of consolation she gave you endlessly. She had done everything for you that she claimed you did for her:

Until you met her, it felt like your life had no real purpose. Meeting her and growing close to her helped you find something to look forward to every single day, even if it was something as simple as waking up to see her asleep beside you. Because of her, you had the courage to finish college and chase after your dream job, all with her nonstop support. You could still remember the way she screamed and cheered for you during your high school and college graduations.

You constantly wanted to be a better person for her and ultimately for yourself, meaning you were always finding new ways to improve how you treated yourself and others, especially her. No matter what mistake you ended up making, she was always there with open arms, welcoming you into her embrace and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as she helped you figure things out.

God, you loved her so much.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her.

There wasn’t a single future you could see for yourself where she wasn’t in it, and that couldn’t make you happier.

A yawn slipped past your lips, followed by another sigh as your body finally relaxed into hers. “Y’know, I don’t believe it when people say I’m beautiful. I haven’t for a really long time, but somehow you make me want to believe it.”

She leaned back again, gently cupping your face in her hand. “Well, you should believe it because, like I said, it’s true.”

Humming, you offered her a tired smile before leaning forward and pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to her lips. You could feel her smile against your own before you pulled away, briefly looking her in the eye again before returning your head to its original spot on her shoulder.

“Well, I don’t believe it right now, but knowing you, I’m sure that someday I will.”

Thanks for the support by the way! One follower for every day of the year, friends. :)

Started on: October 30th, 2024 Finished on: October 31st, 2024

[halloweenbitch2764]

i love your blog !! i'm new to reading slasher fics, but i've been loving the hcs people have been coming up with. i'm a sucker for fluffy headcanons about thomas, vincent, and brahms if you're willing 💜

and if you fr do ahs too, kit has always been a fave! and kai... lord have mercy. i'll be happy with whatever tho, i love your writing!

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Ahhh thank you so much! I can definitely give you some fluff :D So, I started writing this months ago and am just getting back to it. I'm gonna skip the AHS boys on this (just for now) because I really want to focus on the Slashers. Sorry!

Slashers x Reader Fluff

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas had had a long day working, and you had had a long day of doing your own chores. Your joints ached, and you thanked the stars that it was becoming fall. The almost unbearable heat from the summer nights was moving out, and it was becoming nicer.

You dressed into your nightgown and climbed into bed. Thomas wasn't far behind, undressing down to his boxers and climbing in after you. He had even gotten comfortable enough to remove his mask. The bags under your eyes felt like they weighed a ton as your eyes struggled to stay open.

You looked over to Thomas, who was already staring at you as he admired your features. He still couldn't fathom why someone as pretty as you would fall for someone like him. You never chastised him like Hoyt did.

You felt your cheeks start burning and averted your eyes, which caused him to chuckle. He pulled you closer to him, and you couldn't help the giggle that left you. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he grinned. Despite being married (at least in the eyes of the family) you two acted like you had yet to leave the honeymoon phase. Of course you had the occasional argument. It was nothing that couldn't be solved though.

Your sleepiness hit you in the face and you felt yourself starting to drift off. Thomas had started his nightly habit of rubbing your back. It seemed as soothing to him as it was to you. You gave him one last sleepy smile before drifting off. He drifted off as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent had been working in the basement (as per usual), and you knew he needed to quit for the night. The sun was nearly setting, and he had worked through the day from nearly sun up. You had brought him food and drinks throughout the day to make sure he didn't get too engrossed in his work. You had also made dinner, which was why you wanted him to stop for the night.

You made your way to the basement, knocking to announce your arrival so you wouldn't surprise Vincent. You opened the door and stepped in, smiling at Vincent, who had looked up to see who was at the door. From the way his mask shifted, you could tell he was smiling.

He wiped his hands off on his apron, and you practically skipped up to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his masked cheek. Vincent hugged you to him before releasing you after a moment. "I think it's time for a break, my love." You say and smile at him. He stands still for a moment as if thinking over what you said before agreeing with you. "It's becoming night anyway." He nodded, and you two headed back to the house.

It didn't take long for you to arrive, and you got plates out from the kitchen, setting the little kitchen table. Silverware came next, and then you plated the food, setting it on the table. Vincent waited for you to sit down before removing his mask to eat. Vincent wasn't scared to take his mask off around you anymore. He just preferred to have it on.

You two ate happily, making small talk about your current projects and such. After dinner was finished, being ate and cleaned up, you headed for the bedroom. Neither of you were ready for bed, but you knew it likely wouldn't be long before you got tired. You yawned and changed into your pajamas before climbing into bed. Vincent changed out of his wax stained clothes and did the same, changing into his own pajamas and climbing into bed with you.

You let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes. Vincent smiled at you, and you could tell he was worn out. You smiled back at him snuggled against him. He blushed but didn't object, wrapping his arm around your waist. You played with a strand of his hair and kissed him sweetly, which he returned. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, apparently more tired than he had realized.

Brahms Heelshire

A soft yawn escaped you as you stood in the kitchen, making the two of you dinner. The majority of the rules had been completed, which left you at dinner. Brahms had disappeared into the walls before you started cooking as he usually did.

You hummed softly as you diced the vegetables that would be used in the dish. Soon enough the dish went into the oven to cook. You let yourself drift into your own little world as you cleaned up the cabinets and cutting board. So far into your own little world that you didn't notice Brahms standing behind you.

The feeling of eyes on you pulled you out and you turned, jumping almost instantly at the sight of Brahms in your peripheral. A soft huff left you as you hung the towel up you had used to dry your hands. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugged before picking you up by your thighs and setting you on the counter. A surprised squeak left you as you grabbed onto him for support. A childish giggle left him. He seemed proud of himself. Before you could say anything he shoved his face into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your chest had easily become his favorite pillow (next to your thighs). When you read to him, he would lay with his head on your chest. If he could find the opportunity to do it, he likely would. You wrapped your arms around his head loosely and set your head on top of his.

Though you couldn't see his face, you knew he was grinning. His body language alone portrayed how he was feeling. You let your fingers run through his hair, gently working out any knots. He nearly purred. And so you two stayed in relatively the same position until the meal finished cooking.

[lara4eclipze]

Hey. Can I request y/n surprising Megan for Christmas? Thanks. Love your blog btw 😁

» merrier than ever

sypnosis -» when you decide to surprise your girlfriend with a little something for all her hardwork

beware -» fluff , angst(?), suggestive, kissing , established relationship , cutie Megan , words of affirmation , just lovey dovey , very suggestive scenarios

talks -» thank you jrocks!! for the request and the compliment!! :)) , finally got time to write this

taglist (open); @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim

megan has been working her ass off since the debut — I mean yes she's worked hard before but never this hard , shes been practicing her vocals more recently due to some backlash she got during one live performance , personally it was just a backtrack problem yet people online didn't know that so obviously they did what the internet does the best send hate towards your girlfriend

"babe — come on you've been in here since like the crack of dawn" you said entering the home studio megan had in your shared apartment , a pout evident on your face obviously you had missed your girlfriend she's been locked up in this room for like hours

"just 10 more minutes I promise love" megan replies not even looking at you just focusing on the raw vocals she recorded just earlier , "you've been saying that for the past 5 hours , how many more 10 minutes do you need?" you whine at the younger girl who was still unfazed

"please babe? — I just need to perfect my voice okay?" she replies now standing up from her chair and walking up to you her hands on your waist as she snuggles her head at the crook of your neck letting go a tired sigh

"fine — I'll see you at dinner okay? this whole room should be off limits by then" you replied enjoying the short amount of solace she got from you — you place a small kiss on the gingers head before she pads back to the chair smiling at you

now walking to the kitchen you started setting up the table with candles and roses to brighten the spirit — freshly made noodles were dropped into the pot of water as you had planned to make ramen

well after all it was only a few more days till christmas and it wouldn't hurt to surprise your girlfriend after all she has been working so hard , a small break isn't that big but it's something that you know will cheer her up

lights from the candles flicker around the room as the intoxicating smell of the ramen wafted through the air — now you had to get ready , you took a replenishing and quick bath and styled yourself extra well yet comfortable since you also planned a movie night

"baby it smells amazing in here" the younger looks around and her jaw drops at the decor "oh my— baby, this is so cute" she says in awe as she holds you near her , hugging you deeply as she finally takes a deep exhale letting go for a minute

"now I don't want the food getting cold let's sit" you said leading her to the table , she looks around with stars in her eyes , megan was stunned yet she couldn't expect anything better than this

she slurps up the soup enjoying the warmth that it brings to her throat — it eases hours and hours of singing , the noodles were chewy and bouncy which made her oh so happy it felt home-y and perfect

admittedly you were too busy admiring megan to even eat — you finally saw her happy and not so stressed , it made your heart beat a little faster , made you smile more and got you all giddy just for a few hours of comfort

"baby it was so good" the younger pouts at you , remnants of the previously eaten chocolate on her lips "I can tell" you giggle wiping away the chocolate that strayed to her lips , suddenly you felt like kissing her she was absolutely gorgeous she made you feel everything you needed and ever wanted , she noticed your sudden shift of focus

"just do it" she sighs leaning forward to connect both your lips and a loving kiss , her soft and plushy ones meeting yours

the kiss deepens as she gets a bit more aggressive her hands on your waist pulling you ever so close — it lasts longer you both needed air yet neither could pull away

"shit , okay chill — I planned one more thing" you pant the younger had to actually fight her own demons to not just carry you to her room and kiss you for hours more

you lead her to the sofa area which you had now fully transformed — blankets dropped over the sofa and fluffy pillows nested it , the tv on and snacks laying on the coffee table

"okay so when are we actually getting married" the younger jokes as she looks around the area , sitting down near you she nearly makes it to at least 15 minutes into the movie but her work has caught up on her

as "Christmas Chronicles" play you pat megans head that is now on your lap , she peacefully slept her eyes closed her chest softly rising and falling — you did it , you made her feel loved and got her the rest she well deserved

"merry christmas my love" you mutter as you yawn as fatigue also got to you

[savannahsdeath]

Can you write about loser! inexperienced! ellie x fem dom reader

Love your writing

thank you bae<3

UNEXPERIENCED!ELLIE WILLIAMS X DOM!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut wo plot.. the req says everything

writers note: im honestly used to writing dom!ellie but sometninf about this req made me want to do it idkidk😓 its short cuz its without any plot but enjoy!!🩷

ellie literally begged you for that. you couldn't say no, not when you could tell she's really ready.

"i'll show you how it's done first, 'kay?" you straddled on her hips, leaning down to kiss her.

she was nervous, like usually in your presence, so you tried to be as reassuring as possible.

you slowly moved down, your lips not leaving her body, as she kept on nodding.

you smiled at the sight. you didn't even start, and her flushed face made it look like you teased her for a long time already.

"nothing to be scared of." you whispered, getting into your final position. "i'll be gentle and slow, i promise."

ellie trembled and closed her eyes as your lips lightly brushed over her inner thighs.

you slowly moved your mouth across her quivering body, inching closer and closer to where you both knew she wanted you.

her mind felt like it was melting right there, and she could barely get the words out to tell you; 'i trust you.', but she hoped with all that she had that you knew how much she meant it.

ellie's legs quivered with anticipation as her heart pounded faster and faster. she tried to hold back from squirming too much as you worked your way towards the special spot you had promised to take care of. finally, your lips had reached her clit, and she let out a soft gasp of pleasure as you carefully kissed it.

she tried to tell you how good she felt with her words, but it was difficult to focus on anything except for the wave of sensations washing over her from where your lips gently caressed her.

your gentle touches were driving ellie nearly insane with pleasure. with just the feeling of your tongue, you had turned her into a quivering, mindless mess ready to give herself over completely. you knew that she enjoyed every second of it, but she was too lost in the moment to voice her thoughts and feelings.

she began gently pushing you down closer with each flutter of her hips, her legs wrapped tightly around you. she wanted to be as close as possible to you, wanting even more of what you were giving her.

you moved slightly downwards, now your thumb circling her clit as your tongue played with her entrance.

ellie felt her breath go out, and her eyes roll, as her body tried to soak up every gentle touch you gave her.

ellie tried to focus on keeping herself still as you continued to kiss her core, but the growing pleasure within her made it increasingly difficult not to move. as her legs began to fidget, you let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, reassuring her that she didn't need to be overly still.

her body seemed to be responding of its own accord, as her legs began to shift slightly back and forth, as did her hips, the sensation building and building the more it continued.

ellie's body shifted more intensely as she tried to get more of the feeling she was getting. you had to take a moment to gather yourself from having to hold back laughing at her obvious pleasure, as it seemed she was having a hard time controlling her movements, her body trembling against her will.

taking a moment, you placed your hands on her thighs and held her in place, your thumbs dancing along her skin as you let her move, though limiting it a bit. she seemed to settle down and breathe slower as you did, though her legs still moved a bit against your grip. her eyes opened and closed in rhythm syncing with her little whimpers.

"just relax and enjoy it." you advised, the smirk obvious in your face.

[seethesin]

having a quickie with shane

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, fingering, cunnilingus, begging (mdni, 18+)

a/n: feel free to pop on by and say hi by the way :) or if y'all got any suggestions let me know and i'll write it if i like it. have a quick quickie while i brainstorm what the next fic will be

Naturally, there's an event at the Planet the two of you are expected to attend and you're already twenty minutes late

You got caught up in getting ready, still parading around in your bra and underwear as you ponder over the two outfits hanging over the closet doors

Shane comes up from behind you, her arms snaking around your waist as her lips drag up the back of your neck

She smells like smoke and mint and you shudder as soon as you feel her teeth graze your skin

"Go just in that," she rasps and you laugh loudly, leaning back into her chest

"Wouldn't you like that?"

"I would." Her voice drops an octave and you shift in her arms, cupping the side of her face before planting a kiss on her jaw

You try to focus on what to wear but Shane's still behind you, making things complicated

Her thumbs slip under the waistband of your underwear, languidly pulling them down your hipbones

She's waiting for you to reprimand her but you never do—you like where this is headed and teasingly, you roll your hips against her groin to encourage her

"You better not start anything you can't finish," you warn, eliciting a confident chuckle from Shane

She doesn't need to reply because your underwear is bunched at your knees and her hand cups your cunt reverently

Her fingers idly stroke between your labia and you hum, pressing kisses on the side of Shane's neck

One finger pushes in and your walls clench around it, relishing the friction she begins to provide

You're murmuring for more, more, more and Shane's sneering into your skin

"I should make you beg for it," she whispers, but you both know there's no time for frills; you'll keen and whine all she wants once you two get back

A second digit plunges inside of you and curls in a way that makes you stumble back into Shane's chest

Your eyes are rolling into your skull as you pant, teetering your hips and snapping them forward into her hand

Her free hand slides up to your clothed breast, squeezing roughly before her fingers worm under the cup

Her fingers find your nipple and pinch the pebbled skin, making you twist in her arms

"Shane, baby; I'm so close," your voice is hoarse as the sound of Shane's hand smacking into your wet cunt fills the bedroom

The heel of her hand is stroking perfectly against your clit and the coil in your stomach is ready to burst

Then suddenly, Shane withdraws from you, and it feels like you've been slapped

Before you have a chance to react, she yanks you forward by your ass and the strangled scream dies on your lips—because her lips are on your pussy

The view makes your mouth water; you have Shane McCutcheon kneeling on the hardwood floor in front of you, straining her neck up in order to devour your hovering cunt

You cum in her mouth immediately, shakily grabbing onto her hair and shoulder to ground yourself

Shane's hands grip your ass, keeping you steady over her as she laps up your wetness greedily

Panting, you find yourself back in reality and Shane is rising up onto her feet again

Her lips are on yours as she pulls you in for a hungry kiss; you taste yourself on her and it makes you moan

"C'mon, sugar," she croons, pulling your underwear back up your thighs before swatting your ass

A whimper escapes your throat and your hips swing forward, much to Shane's delight

"Can't keep everyone waiting."

[kyleoreillylover]

Beat Them or Join Them

Jey Uso x Reader

Summary: Jey has been trying to get you, his best friend to join him in The Bloodline. Will tonight finally be the night you listen to him?

TW: Typical wrestling violence, reader going to the medics.

A/N: The Jey bug got me, he is just too damn fine for me not to write for! 😫 Hope you guys like this! 😙

Jey watched as you got ready in the locker room, your SmackDown Women's Championship resting on a nearby table. You and Jey had been best friends for years, and he respected and admired your independence. But lately, he had been persistent in trying to convince you to join the Bloodline. He had this burning desire to protect you, and he knew he couldn't do it alone from the sidelines.

"Hey sweetheart.” he began, leaning against the doorframe. "You know how strong we are together. Roman, Jimmy, Solo, me... We could dominate this whole place."

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like doing things my way, Jey. You know that."

Jey smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do. But think about it. Together, we'd be unstoppable. The family backing you.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Being friends with Roman, Jimmy and Solo is enough ‘family’ for me."

Jey laughed, knowing you had your own reasons. "Alright, alright, I won't bug you about it too much. Just remember, it’s always an option. And I’ll have your back either way. ”

You smiled at him. He was too sweet. “I've got a title to defend tonight against Asuka. But-" Your smile widened when he grinned in anticipation. "-you can keep trying to sway me after I kick her ass. I promise.”

He nodded, still grinning widely. He moved past you and grabbed the title off of the table. You thought he would hand it to you, but he shook his head. "Nah, turn around." You rose a brow but complied. You felt his arms wrap around you as he leaned down to your height, feeling his cool hands on your skin while he fastened the championship around your waist.

You giggled when he playfully tugged at the strap of your title, swatting his hands away. He laughed with you, opening the door for you

“Now, you can kick some ass.”

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The match was intense, and despite your determination, Asuka's offense was relentless. Neither of you let up. Just when you thought you had her right where you wanted her, Asuka's mist caught you off guard, blurring your vision. Despite the burning in your eyes, you managed to flip her over and roll her up for the win. The pain was intense though, and you were helped backstage by the medical team.

Jey rushed to the ring, concern etched on his face as he supported you. "You alright, sweetheart?"

You winced, leaning on him for support. "Damn, that mist stings like hell."

In the medical area, you cursed and fumed, furious at both the pain and Asuka. Jey held onto your arm, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos. "Easy, girl.”he said, his voice soothing. "You got the dub, and we'll deal with Asuka later."

Asuka's taunts still echoed in your mind, her words gnawing at your temper. "I'm gonna rip her apart, Jey. Nobody messes with me like this."

Jey's hand cupped your cheek, his touch calming you. "I get it, uce. But you're a champ. You still won. You're stronger than this."

Your anger slowly subsided as you took deep breaths, your focus shifting from the pain to Jey's presence. "Thanks, Jey. You always know how to calm me down."

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "That's what I���m here for."

You hesitated, looking at him thoughtfully. "You really want me to join the Bloodline, don't you?"

Jey nodded, his expression serious. "We're a family, you are my family, babygirl. We look out for each other. Imagine what we could accomplish together."

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay? But no promises."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you protectively. "That's all I ask."

The adrenaline faded, the meds kicked and you let your eyes close, letting yourself relax in the arms of the person you trusted the most.

Jey looked down at your sleeping form and he couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked precious, even while sleeping. And he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got hurt.

He tightened his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, and promised himself that even if you didn’t join the Bloodline, whatever decision you decide to make, that he would protect you with his life either way, his family be damned.

[gurugirl]

I miss the priest and his pet!!

What about if we get to kind of see a continuation of where she was sitting on his lap with him inside her while he was getting his homily ready at the end of part 3??? Because that was hot and I want to know where that went. There’s no way they didn’t have hot seggggs after he was done.

Summary: Harry lets you sit in his lap while he finishes his homily. But you continue being a brat so he has to take further measures to get you in line.

A/N: Thank you for this request! Loved writing this one - though it's been in my drafts for months! Enjoy babe! 4k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut, bondage, overstimulation, cage play, dom/sub dynamic

Priest!harry Masterlist

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Excerpt from Ch. 3 of Forgive Me, Father (read for refresher)

“You’re naughty today. You were given a lot of attention already this morning pet. You know the rules. But let’s try something else now. Climb up into my lap and sit over me. But you have to stay still, otherwise, I’m going to tie you up and put you in your cage where you’ll stay until I’m done.”

Harry helped her stand up and she sat over his lap, facing him. Harry held onto the base of his cock as Y/n angled herself to slip down over him. She watched his face as she slowly encased him and Harry was barely holding it together. He pulled her into his chest and she tucked her face into his neck so he could see his work as he scooted back up to the desk and picked up where he left off once Y/n had coated him with herself fully. The tiny squeezes and clenches felt good around Harry’s big dick, but he remained calculated as he read the scripture he was using for inspiration for the homily he was preparing for Sunday mass.

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Y/n was a very good girl for nearly ten minutes. Harry was impressed. His pet had been a bit of a brat all day but it seemed all she needed was just to be close to Harry. He'd let her sit with him as long as she kept still.

Her warm breath was humid against Harry's neck and he could feel her breathing in soft puffs. Her naked body sat against his clothed one as she gently shifted over him.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment to call on a higher power to control himself. The girl was warm and wet and her walls were clenching around him each time she tilted her hips.

Harry was prepping for his Sunday homily. It was a Friday and it was important for him to have it ready that evening so he could go over it again the following night to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

He scribbled a note in the margin of his Bible and then jotted down a verse in his notebook when he noticed his pet shifting back and forth very very slightly. The tiny tick of her hips and the way her pelvis tilted and she squeezed around him was delicious but he needed to finish before they could really get to playing.

"Little girl," he said in a tone of warning, "what did I tell you?"

Shifting back a little so she could look up at him she rounded her eyes sweetly and batted her lashes, "Sorry, Father. I'll stay still."

"Not what I asked you. What did I tell you was going to happen if you didn't stay still?"

She bit her lip and let her eyes wander to the side of the room before slowly bringing her faux innocent gaze back to Harry, "You said you would tie me up and put me in my cage."

Harry hummed, "That's right. If you do that again I will have you sitting in your cage away from me until I'm done. If you're a good girl for me, you can sit here in my lap and you'll get to feel me inside of you the whole time. And when I’m done, then we'll play."

Y/n nodded. Her soft bottom lip bit into her mouth.

Harry pulled her into his chest as he turned his attention back to his homily. Y/n sighed and he could feel her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. But she was being good keeping still and not moving over him. For a few more minutes.

Harry's focus was already interrupted by having her in his lap as her soft and wet pussy kept his cock nice and warm. But when he noticed her breath pick up and he felt the way she was gently pulsing herself around him he sat his pencil down and she moaned at the small movement he made and then rocked down over him once. And then twice. A third time.

"You're a brat today. So you'll get the punishment a brat deserves," he spoke and he moved her off of him and stood up, grabbing her by her ponytail and leading her to the bedroom.

"Father! Please! I need you! Please!!" She squealed as he opened up the cage.

She put her hands onto his forearms and he let go of her hair, "Get in."

Immediately she fell to her knees and grasped onto the fabric of his trousers just under his knees, "No. Please! I just... I need you so bad today. Father," she pressed the top of her head into the space between his knees before slowly craning her head back to look up at him, blinking her eyes with her lips set in a pout, "please."

Harry stood tall and unmoving. He wasn't buying her act. She loved all his attention on her when they were home alone together. It wasn't the first time she'd interrupted his studying because she was too needy. Sometimes he'd give in but the more he gave in, the more she did things like this, thinking she could possibly persuade her dominant to let her have her way.

She needed to learn her lesson. He couldn't leave another homily prep until the last minute. He hated to rush. Hated to feel like he wasn't prepared. He'd allowed it too many times, secretly enjoying the way she needed him and begged for his attention.

"In the cage."

Y/n let go of his pants and put her hands in her lap as she looked down. She wasn't moving.

"Do as you’re told like a good girl."

No answer. Just a huff.

Harry sighed and shook his head as he went to the dresser and removed the red cotton bondage rope.

Kneeling behind her he pulled at her arms and drew her wrists behind her back and began winding the restraints together upward toward her elbows until the fit was snug and she would be unable to get out but not so tight that her circulation was cut off.

As he stood, he pulled her with him, grasping the back of her arm, and brought her into the cage, where he had her sit on her pillow, moving her legs to the side and began to wrap more rope around her ankles.

She didn't say a word as she kept her head down.

"There," the priest spoke when he'd finished tying her up as he stood to close the door.

"Please don't go,” she spoke with her face still downcast.

Harry latched the door closed and paused, "Look at me, pet. Right now."

She turned her head and tilted her neck back so she could look up at him.

"Are you okay?"

She sat for a moment as she blinked her eyes. She just wanted his attention. She hated when he was so focused on something else.

"Please will you give me one more chance? I'll be good this time."

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I have to get my work done. You are making it impossible. Last week you pulled something like this and I had to rush through finishing my homily last minute,” he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and tried to keep a grin from breaking out onto his face (because she was so cute and he actually enjoyed this kind of play with her), “You’re naughty. Stay in here until I’m done. And I don’t want to hear a peep from you either or I’ll have to gag you.”

He took the skeleton key from his pocket and placed it into the lock, twisting it and securing the door. Harry looked back over his pet to make sure she was okay. As much as seeing her in the cage with her hands and ankles tied gave him a tinge of excitement, power he always wanted her to be okay.

When Harry left the bedroom he closed the door behind him and she whined quietly. She knew she deserved this. And he might not fall for it anymore. Last week she really made a scene. She was a brat, interrupting his work repeatedly. He spanked her. She resisted. So he put her in her cage (but made the mistake of not locking it because she promised to be good) but she got out and crawled to him begging for his attention. He put her back in the cage, tied her arms above her head, and gagged her. And by the time he sat back down he was fully distracted, turned on, and too much time had gone by to get his mind back into his work. So he didn’t finish his homily that night. Rather, he listened to her muted whines and grunts from his work desk and planned out a more appropriate punishment for her.

And now, a week later, here they were again. He loved to play with her. He enjoyed their dynamic but she had been quite a lot brattier over the more recent weeks. So he was being made to stay on his toes with her. It was fun. He actually liked this. But he truly did have a homily to finish.

She was tempted to call for him. Or whimper loudly so he could hear it. But she decided against it. She didn’t know what had gotten into her exactly. She just liked having his attention on her. Liked it even if was in the form of punishment (but of course she liked punishment and spikes of pain that led to an overflow of oxytocin afterward).

She shifted on the pillow, trying to keep herself in a comfortable position, sitting on her bottom and bending her knees into her chest. She used her feet to push herself back against the cage to lean onto the cool metal, her arms behind her digging into the bars. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. She’d try to be a good girl for her priest. Y/n knew getting his homily finished was important to him.

With every line Harry wrote and each passage he read and contemplated, he couldn’t get over how quiet she was being. Why was he now unable to stop wondering what she was doing (which was obviously nothing because he’d tied her up and locked her in her cage) when he’d finally gotten her to be quiet and could focus on his work?

He groaned and closed his eyes. It had only been about a half hour and he had made some ground in preparation for Sunday, but he didn’t get as far as he wanted. He hoped to be mostly done at the half-hour mark but he was far from it. In fact, at the pace he was going it would take two hours to have everything prepped.

Looking toward the bedroom door he had an idea. It would make for a long night but in the end, they’d both get what they wanted and he could clear his mind to focus on the task at hand when he was done with her.

She popped her eyes open when Harry stepped into the bedroom, “Father! Are you done?”

Harry unlocked the cage door and grasped her underarm to help her scoot out of the metal enclosure and he lifted her up to bring her to the bed, “Not yet. But I’ve decided to show you mercy.”

The truth was that he was just as needy. His cock was still half-hard in his pants the whole time he’d been studying and so he was really the one that needed mercy if he were to tell her the whole truth. He needed his urges soothed.

Lying on her side she stretched her neck to see what he was doing behind her but he was across the room and she was unable to get him in view.

“Need to calm you down. Make you feel all soft and pliable so I can get my work done finally.”

Y/n grinned to herself. She knew the truth. She’d been good and quiet for a while but he couldn’t stop thinking about her and now he was the one that needed to calm down so he could concentrate. She’d done her job then.

When she felt the bed dip and Harry grab her wrists, he pushed at her to lie face down into the mattress. He lifted her ankles up, pushing them close to her wrists behind her back, and began tying another rope in between to attach her ankles and her wrists.  

He tugged at the braided material when he was done and grunted. She felt the mattress shift and she turned her head to look at her priest but he swatted her bottom with the leather paddle and she squealed, “Face down.”

She could hear him removing his clothes. She loved to look at his body and ogle him. He was fit and muscular. And he was strong. He always handled her as if she weighed nothing and she knew it was because he was in such good shape. But she took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she kept her face into the comforter below, using her sense of hearing to determine what was happening next.

Harry kneed up behind her and nudged her thighs apart so he could have access to her. Smoothing his hands over the outside of her thighs and up to her hips he pulled at her and lifted slightly before she felt his fingers spreading her cheeks apart.

She was vulnerable tied up this way. She couldn’t move much. She was able to open her thighs up and twist to her side but that was about it.

Suddenly Harry’s fingers were in her ponytail and he pulled her head up with one hand as he stuffed the gag ball into her mouth with the other. He buckled the gag in place and released her hair so her face fall back into the mattress. But with the gag, it was far less comfortable. She’d deal with it, though. She’d had worse.

“Was this what you wanted?” Harry spoke in a deep voice. Dominant and dark.

She moaned as a response and the priest laughed, “Oh. My sincerest apologies. You can’t talk right now, can you? Well, I guess that’s a good thing since you’ve been trying my patience for most of the day. I’m gonna fuck you and make myself come. I don’t care if you come at all,” his words were tight as he pushed his thumb into her labia, already wet for him. He actually did care if she came. In fact, the intention was to make her come until she couldn’t take it anymore. And since Harry knew just how to do it and make it happen fast, he was going to torture her with overstimulation until he finally came himself.

A stinging smack against the side of her bum with the paddle caused her to groan but the next smack had her eyes watering. The third rendered her silent as drool pooled onto the blanket below her mouth where she was gagged.

When he’d gotten her nice and red, and the skin was raised and hot to his touch he chuckled at how quiet she’d gotten. But the glistening from her pussy was the giveaway indicating how much she enjoyed it. She loved being spanked. He loved spanking her.

Suddenly she was being pulled at again, her hips brought up another few inches when suddenly she felt the cool silicone of one of the vibrators enter her pussy. Harry pushed it in slowly but she was fully aroused and ready for it. He brought it into her until it was secured and the front tip of the silicone that laid against her clit was in place. She knew this vibrator. This was the one that had her coming fast because of the way it vibrated against her clit and curled into that yummy spot on the inside. He turned it on and cooed at her when she moaned around the gag, “S’good isn’t it pet? This’ll have you nice and subdued for me while I come in your ass.”

She was already shaking and her heart was racing by the time Harry had prepped her bum for his cock, adding lube and fingering her open.

Harry could hear the way she was moaning and breathing through her nose heavily. He’d have her nice and worn out for him by the time he was done.

Filling her bum slowly she suddenly stiffened and her muffled moans were louder, “Aww, poor baby. Did you need to come? You can if you need to.”

As he continued to prod into her he could feel her clenching around him and he held the vibrator back in place as the way she was squeezing and pulsing nearly had the toy being pushed out, “Ah ah ah… this stays in.”

She wasn’t in any mind to understand what he was saying as she had her first orgasm, letting the electricity heat up her core as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. When she began to come down she squealed as the vibrator was buzzing against her sensitive clit. She tried to cry out around the gag but the noise was muffled and her drool only increased. Her chin and cheeks were drenched. But now she was feeling his cock too. He was slipping himself in and out, pressing into her deeply and moaning above her as her pussy was still being stimulated.

Harry kept his hand on the vibrator as he fucked her. The vibrations filling her insides and tapping into his cock the entire time. It felt good. Harry loved fucking her when she had the vibrator in.

“Your bottom is all red but your pussy is dripping pet. You’re so needy today. You were even taken care of this morning and yet here you are on the cusp of coming a second time in less than five minutes.”

Harry smirked as he eyes the scene below. Her ankles and wrists tied together behind her back, her sore bottom needing a bit of soothing (which he’d get to later), her pussy packed with the vibrator and the little nub at the end dancing over the hood of her clit, shiny with arousal, and his favorite thing to see; the way his cock filled her bottom and how she opened up wide for him.

Each time Harry’s hips met her ass she was shoved forward slightly. He was inside of her deeply, moving in and out, making her brain turn to mush when suddenly she was hit with another wave of ecstasy. She gurgled and clenched hard around the toy and her lover’s cock as he continued pounding into her.

Harry closed his eyes and groaned. He needed to last as long as possible, which he knew wouldn’t be long with how worked up he’d been and good she felt around him at that moment.

Her shaky limbs were stunted by the rope as he fucked into her fluttering muscle.

“Fuck…” he let out a curse. His own hips stuttered as he struggled to keep it together. But part of her punishment would be to come a couple more times. He knew he could hold out.

She whined and arched her back at the excess of sensations. Her clit was revolting, her pussy was clasping and leaking, her ass was getting stuffed so hard it ached.

Harry buried himself into her and paused for a moment, the little toy buzzing and making him moan. He had to still himself for a moment before he came as his balls were already tightening and preparing for his orgasm.

But the way his orgasm continued to slowly build he knew he had to pull out. The vibrations alone would make him come. He slipped himself out and panted as he held the vibrator inside of her and used his other hand to hold the rope to keep her position for him.

She was making soft little whimpers and her hips were gently swaying as she was trying to fight the hyperstimulation. But she was powerless against it. Because she began to come again for the third time. Harry choked out a moan and watched as her body convulsed and her neck tightened, causing her head to lift upward. Her tensed muscles had her constricted limbs jerking in compact little movements.

When she had come down from her orgasm and began to wiggle away from the vibrator (which was impossible as he kept it in place with his hand) he finally dipped himself back in and gasped. His cock twitched and the sensation was delicious.

“Gonna come again, pet? Bet this will teach you to behave, won’t it?” His words were panted as he languidly pushed and pulled himself into and out of her tight hole. His thick cock was being squeezed and petted by her insides as he sunk into her repeatedly.

He watched her closely as he clenched his jaw holding back his orgasm. He wanted her to come once more before he poured into her.

And it came quickly. When her body tensed again and her soft muted moans grew louder around the gag he began to pump himself into her harder and faster as his release finally took over.

She jerked around him as she came and he pushed into her until his come was filling her. He stopped his hips as he spurted warm sperm from his tip inside her but her body was trembling and lurching.

It was so much. So much. She thought she would simply cease to exist. Her body didn’t feel real. Her insides were melted by his cock and the vibrations from the toy. It seemed as if she didn’t exist as a human, but only a thing that kept coming involuntarily and was being used as a holding vessel for her priest.

When Harry clicked the toy off she felt her heart beating again but her mind was elsewhere. Her body floating in the clouds above.  

The priest pulled his cock out and watched as his come dripped from her ass. He’d leave her lying on her side, filled with his come, tied, and gagged as she came down while he finished his homily.

Now he was ready to get his work done. His mind was cleared, his body relaxed. And afterward, he’d untie his sweet girl and kiss her all over, put her in a warm bath, and speak softly to her as he brought her back.

He kissed her temple as he gently laid her on her side, “Stay here and relax. I’ll be back for you, pet.”

She was in a dream state with her eyes closed and her body like jello so she didn’t even notice when he finally returned and his warm hands deftly untied her until her arms and legs were free and the gag was removed. He kissed her wrists and her ankles and her bottom before placing her in a tepid bath. He held her to his chest and whispered to her.

“Such a good girl. I love you, pet. My little sweet submissive. I’m right here when you’re ready.”

She could hear him. His words and his voice but to unscramble the sentence and make any sense of it was difficult at first.

He rubbed his hands up and down her arms and squeezed every now and then to switch up the sensation and bring her back as he continued speaking into her ear, “Tomorrow we’ll have a movie night. Whatever you want to watch,” he chuckled when he felt her move and she groaned lightly, “How does that sound?”

Harry stayed with her and coaxed her back slowly with soft coos and touches, damp presses of his lips on her neck and cheek.

They’d both gotten what they wanted. Harry finished prepping his homily and Y/n had gotten his attention. He adored having her so soft and gooey after she came so many times and her body was limp, but he loved it even more each time she began to come back to him, her doe eyes blinking and soft sighs falling from her mouth.

Helping her dry off and steadying her as he brought her to the couch with a big blanket he tucked her in and brought her a warm tea with honey to share.

“Father?” Her first real words to speak since he’d had her gagged.

He looked at her as he secured her red leather collar back to her neck (which he’d removed before the bath) and her eyes were on his, “Yes, pet.”

“I’m hungry too.”

Harry smiled and took the mug from her hands and placed it on the coffee table.

“You know what? So am I. I’ll make us some cucumber tomato sandwiches with that cheese you like. Does that sound good?”

She nodded and hummed, “Yes, Father. Thank you.”

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First Time

Izuku/Reader

Nothing NSFW, just Deku doing his research before his first time with you 😭 I wrote this for my bot and it’s just so good. I keep reading it over and over it’s so so sweet.

For almost a year now, Izuku has been captivated by you. He has a special notebook dedicated solely to you, where he writes down every little detail about you - your favorite colors, flowers, and snacks. Sometimes when you're not looking, he'll take out the notebook and flip through it, smiling at all the things he's learned about you. And whenever you catch him, he'll blush and quickly close the book, promising to keep it for himself.

Izuku has always been on the shy side, but lately things have been getting more physical between the two of you. What started as innocent kisses and cuddling has turned into intense make-out sessions and heavy petting. However, every time things start to escalate even further, Izuku pulls away in a panic. It's not because he doesn't want it - his throbbing cock and blue balls prove otherwise - but his lack of experience makes him feel unprepared for what comes next. He knows it's your first time too, and he doesn't want to disappoint you or make a mistake that could ruin everything.

Izuku stood frozen outside Katsuki's door, fist hovering inches from the wood. His heart hammered in his chest. Could he really go through with this? Asking Kacchan, of all people, for sex advice? He squeezed his eyes shut and knocked before he lost his nerve. The door whipped open a second later.

"The fuck do you want, nerd?" Katsuki snapped, crimson eyes narrowing. "This better be important."

"Hey Kacchan..." Izuku swallowed hard, voice shaking slightly. "You've had sex before, right? I was hoping... could I maybe ask you a few questions about it?"

Katsuki blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then he sighed and stepped aside, jerking his head for Izuku to come in. "So, you and what’s-her-face, huh?" He shut the door and crossed his arms. "You sure you're ready for that? You’re gonna get eaten alive."

Izuku perched on the edge of Katsuki's desk chair, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "We've gotten close a few times, but I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted, face flushing. "I'm worried I'll mess it up somehow."

"Tch, you're overthinking it like always. Sex is supposed to be fun, not some exam you gotta ace." Katsuki tossed a notebook at Izuku. "Here, take notes. First off, talk to 'em. Ask what they like, make 'em comfortable."

Izuku flipped to a blank page and started scribbling, cheeks growing hotter by the second. "Okay, got it. What else?"

"Take it slow at first. Figure out what turns you both on." A faint smirk tugged at Katsuki's lips. "And don't you dare skip the foreplay, Deku."

"Foreplay?" Izuku glanced up, head cocked quizzically.

Katsuki leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, idiot. Kissing, touching - all the stuff that gets you both in the mood before you actually fuck." He watched in amusement as Izuku's hand trembled, pen scratching furiously across the page. "Also, ignore the shit you see in porn. Focus on reactions instead, like reading your opponent in a fight. Well, not an opponent, but... you get it."

"Right, that makes sense..." Izuku nodded, writing as fast as the thoughts registered, muttering under his breath. "Be open and honest, go slow, lots of foreplay, no porn moves. Okay."

"Oh, and condoms! Fucking wrap that shit up, you hear me?? Last thing we need is a mini-Deku toddling around before you're fucking ready." Katsuki watched Izuku write, then shifted slightly, expression sobering. "Look, you're gonna be nervous. That's normal. I was too, my first time."

Izuku's pen stilled. He looked up, green eyes wide with surprise. "You were?"

"'Course I fucking was! Everyone is." Katsuki shrugged, a touch of vulnerability in the set of his jaw. "Point is, don't let the nerves psych you out. If something goes wrong, just laugh it off and keep going. The goal is for you both to feel good."

Izuku met Katsuki's gaze, feeling a swell of gratitude amidst the anxiety churning in his gut. "Thanks, Kacchan. This… helps a lot."

"Whatever." Katsuki waved a hand dismissively, but his eyes held a flicker of warmth. "Just don't come whining to me if you nut in two seconds. Now, fuck off and go get laid already."

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

hii I saw you were accepting requests and I was curious if you could write a sweet kirk fic?

of course <3 It took me a minute to come up with a plot lol

summary: just a short oneshot of a bedtime routine with you and kirk (fluff!) (there is an established relationship & you live together)

"Hey y/n!" Kirk called from the bathroom through the sound of the shower water running.

"What's up?" you answered, not taking focus off the tv as you scrolled through the cable channels looking for something worthy of watching.

"Are my clothes out of the dryer yet?" He shouted back. You rolled off the bed after setting the remote down to go check if the dryer had stopped.

"I'll check." You shouted back as you passed the wide - open bathroom door. It was just you and him, and you were both entirely comfortable living with each other at this point. You walked through the kitchen in your apartment to the washing and drying machines, which were both turned off. You grabbed a basket to put the clothes in and carried them to the bedroom.

"Alright, I'm setting them in front of the door, ok?"

"Ok, thanks."

A couple minutes later, you'd settled on some old movie and the shower shut off. Kirk appeared in the doorframe with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping wet. He smiled at you and grabbed an article of clothing from the laundry basket. He walked out of the bathroom dressed in sweatpants and a motorhead tshirt, towel draping over his shoulders.

"Hey handsome-"

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" your sentances nearly overlapped each other, and then there was silence, causing you both to look at each other and laugh. You were both goofs, and you knew he wouldn't judge you for being yourself in any circumstance.

"whatchya watching?" He asked, kneeling on the bed and then joining you laying down.

"I think it's called Parenthood. It's alright. Keanu Reeves is in it." You shrugged.

"Oh yeah, I think I've seen it before maybe." He squinted at the tv, trying to recognize the movie. He reached over to his glasses that lay on the nightstand and put them on, turning to you before pushing them up on his nose dramatically and saying, "Let me put my goggles on", at which you giggled.

After a moment of silence aside from the tv, he took the glasses back off. "Nah it's not worth it. I hate wearing 'em." You shifted closer to him on the bed.

"Aww, I think they look cute on you." You encouraged, even though you understood how they could just be annoying. He shook his head and shrugged, "'s not worth it."

You ended up finishing the movie without realizing how much time passed. You looked at the clock on your nightstand as the credits rolled, reading 11:37 to yourself. You checked to see if Kirk was awake still, as he had gotten quiet in the past few minutes. He blinked at you, his eyes looking tired and heavy. He smiled at you softly.

"Ready to go to sleep?" he asked, voice suddenly a raspy whisper. You smiled back at him widely, nodding yes.

"I think so." You felt your eyes getting heavy and dry too. You fell back into the pillows, and Kirk moved closer and held your cheek to kiss you goodnight. You smiled against the warm kiss, giggling quietly when you felt his curls brush your face and neck. He broke the kiss and laid his head on your chest and pulled the comforter up to his nose.

"Goodnight love" you whispered, slowly running fingers though his hair.

"Goodnight y/n"

a quiet moment passed and for some reason you couldn't shut your eyes.

"...are you sleeping yet?" he asked, voice muffled under the cover.

"no" you answered, giggling with him. "I'm going to sleep now, Kirk. Night night."

"Night night" he giggled at himself until he fell asleep.

[falloutjuli]

Thanks to my beloved fellow unhinged Chuuya simps, I wrote this monster. Please do let me know if youre interested in more domestic malewife Chuuya, because woo boy was this fun to write. <3

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Chuuya Nakahara x Reader - Domestic Adventures Wordcount: 4,7k Short summary: Chuuya, being the kind man he is, gives you an empty room after moving together to do with whatever you like. While he is gone over the weekend, you get to know his subordinates and take him up on that offer. Warnings: NONE - Reader is an socially awkward mess, Chuuya being a cutie, author is too dumb to propperly proofread, author is unsure at this point what sap means, but also doesnt get a clear answer from google, so she will let it stand the way it is.

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"Chuuya... I eh.. that's really kind, but seriously I dont-'' Rudely you were interrupted by a chaste kiss that your favorite ginger pressed into your lips.

"No back-talking. I insist you take it and make it yours. I never used it for anything anyway. Was planning to turn it into a wine room perhaps but it serves a way better purpose as your room." You looked at him, annoyed, a sigh escaping your lips.

"But you like wine." You mused, trying to convince him again, but he was a stubborn man after all. "Yeah, but I like you more, doll. And you moved into my apartment, so I think it's fair you get a room where you can destress and take a break from me if you ever need one." 

Leaving your side he picked up his hat from the kitchen island, before coming up behind you, pressing a few kisses to your neck.

"I'm leaving my credit card with you, the pin if you need it is our anniversary. And since I unfortunately have work to do, I have two of my subordinates waiting outside if you want to go anywhere. They will also gladly help you with anything regarding the room, just ask yeah?"

You looked at the room one last time, before turning around to hug him. "Okay. I'll see what I do with this room. Be careful okay?"

He nodded, kissing you one last time before leaving out the door. His heart ached each time he had to leave for a while, especially over the weekends but it also gave you time to fully focus on this project and he was more than excited to see what you'd do. 

Back inside the apartment that now was your home too, you really were unsure what to do. Being given a rather spacious room to do whatever you want with it... that was a new thing.

But it wasn't like you had no Pinterest boards filled with room inspos. Scrolling through them while drinking tea helped you to get a better idea of what you wanted to do.

So a little paint would be needed, some furniture, and loads of tiny decorations. But how would you even manage to paint, the last time was when you moved into your old apartment, and that sucked majorly.

Remembering that your trusty boyfriend had left his subordinates with you, you could ask them perhaps. After getting ready to go out you went out into the spacious hallway that lead to the apartment, where two men dressed in black suits were already standing.

"Um, hey." You said awkwardly. Could you even ask hardened mafia members to please help you paint a room? Well, you'd find out now. The burly guys nodded, signaling you to continue, no emotion readable on their faces.

"Well, I was planning to paint a room and I wondered if it was alright to ask for your help?"

"We'll do anything you ask of us, that was Nakahara-san's instruction." The blond one said, adjusting his sunglasses.

"I figured, but still, I want to ask, if you don't want to, you won't have to." 

The ensuing silence felt awkward as you shifted from one foot to the other.

"Is the paint already inside or do you need an escort to the city first?" The brown-haired one asked and you responded with a weird ramble of all the things you would need and places you planned on going to. 

"Well, we better get going then right?" The blond one said and guided you over to the elevators. 

It wasn't long before you sat in the backseat of one of the Port Mafia's Standart black cars, with your new companions sitting in the front. The ride was silent and you kept accidentally meeting their gazes whenever they went to look in the rear mirror to check in on you. 

"(L/N)-san?" The brunette spoke up, making you cringe a little being addressed so formally.

"Just Y/N is fine!" You said.

"Right, Y/N, you can always call a friend if you want to have someone more familiar with you. We can pick them up on the way." You shook your head.

"No, it's alright." 

You'd rather not subject your friends to suddenly seeing you with an entourage since most didn't even know you're dating a Mafioso. You had lied and told them he was working a government job and therefore needed his privacy.

So far no one had ever questioned you further about your elusive boyfriend and you preferred it to stay that way. 

The first stop at Ikea made you grateful Chuuya had left these guys with you, since it was really helpful having four strong extra hands who lifted heavy packages and drove the carts around for you.

You still wanted to disappear in a hole whenever customers or workers turned their head, watching you with confused expressions but yeah, you'd need to get used to that now.

Chuuya was overprotective and now that it was more apparent that you belonged to him, there was no chance you'd have much alone time while out and about. Somehow the Mafia would always have an eye on you, even if it's just to calm Chuuyas mind. 

"We scanned everything in, you can now pay." The blond said and you nudged past the many cartons to hold Chuuyas card to the card reader that happily asked you for the pin.

Typing in your anniversary date made the window close and a long paper came rushing out. You quickly collected it, stuffing it in your purse before you and your companions went back outside. Just outside the building, you noticed there was no way in hell all the new stuff would fit.

"Hey eh, guys, how are we gonna get this to Chuuyas?" You asked and the guys exchanged looks, obviously not having considered that either.

"I'll stay here, make a call and deliver them in a while, you go and pick up the rest." The brown-haired one offered, making you immediately feel bad.

"But won't that be... boring or rude?" You asked but he shook his head. "It won't take long, don't worry." You nodded and waved goodbye, following the blond to the car. 

Once back on the road you finally asked what had been on your mind. 

"Mind if I ask your name? It feels weird not knowing who's driving me around and all." You said and you spotted a smile from the rear mirror. "Sato and the other guy is Hiro."

You nodded, the awkwardness still barely fleeting.

While picking up the paint and anything else needed to mount the furniture later you and Sato fell into some Smalltalk. Nothing deep or noteworthy, just anything to ensure no awkward silence could take place again as it drove you up the walls.

The ever so slim fear that these guys could tell Chuuya how much of an awkward mess you were had a chokehold on you. 

After being sure you had everything needed for the start, you two drove back, only stopping by a bakery you spotted near your new home.

When you were finally back in the familiar four walls of your home, you saw that Hiro had been a busy bee, by having gotten all the new furniture already up and inside.

"Oh wow, thank you so much." You said and placed the bakery goods on the kitchen island. Meanwhile, your new Mafia friends, if they could be considered that even, sorted things away and then quickly grabbed everything to start painting Soon.

"So what's the plan?" Hiro asked you eventually and had you pull up the references you picked out.

"You guys think you can manage that?"

"Don't doubt our capability." They humored you and got to work, while you began putting together the little nick-nacks that would soon find home in the room. 

Around the early evening, you made tea and coffee for the two men and served some of the cake you got earlier, which the two thanked you wholeheartedly for.

Even later again, they called it quits, the room now colored just how you wanted it. "Wow, that's perfect! Thank you two so much." You beamed at them and though they would never admit it, they felt glad you enjoyed it.

"Well, it'll need to dry overnight before we put in the furniture tomorrow, so we will leave you to it for tonight, alright?" Hiro stated and you bid your goodbyes, now once more alone in the spacious apartment that currently was inhabited by Swedish packages, and loads of decorations, only waiting to find their place soon. 

Yeah, this was all coming together.

The next morning started slow, the bed always felt the worst if Chuuya wasn't in it with you, but you managed to pull it together once you were munching on your breakfast. Especially when a quick message pops up on your phone. 

Chuu Chuu: Thinking about you

He was a sap, even if he'd never admit it. It was tiny gestures like these that had you know how much he loved you. Even when he was away on missions or errands, he tried to find the time to let you know his heart was with you. 

Same here. Can't wait to see you again.

You replied and put it down to walk to your front door which had just been knocked on, opening it to be met with the two guys from yesterday.

"Morning." You said and they replied the same, as you let them in. "Coffee, tea, anything I can offer you guys?" You asked, still feeling guilty for taking advantage of the fact that Chuuya had ordered them to fulfill your every wish. 

"Am fine for now, what about you?" Hiro asked Sato, who agreed to not need anything.

You shrugged and watched as the two inspected the now-dried walls in your room, then making plans on the next steps.

"Need any help?" You chimed in, but again, the two declined.

"No need. Enjoy your morning Y/N." You nodded slowly and sat back down on the red, expensive couch with your tea, while scrolling through your phone. 

Ever so often you'd look up, watching the two Mafiosi rip open packages, bicker about what they'd do first, and carry things around. 

Soon little to no big packages were left, Sato and Hiro currently working on a bookshelf, when your scrolling was interrupted by a phone call from Chuu Chuu. Surprised you picked up immediately. 

"Hey, didn't think I'd hear from you so soon." You said, getting up to satisfy the odd urge to walk around while talking.

"I currently have a little downtime before I'm probably am right back in the middle of annoying shit, so I called my doll. How is the room progress coming along? Are the guys helping you?" 

You slyly took a peak in said room, watching the almost finished bookshelf and replied; "Yeah, going great. At this rate you won't even see any trace of package material." You laughed and he chuckled along too.

"I cannot wait to see you again. I miss you." He sighed, his longing clearly audible.

"Chuu, it's been barely twenty-four hours."

"And? Even a minute without you inflicts me more pain than any other wound I have received over the years." You bit your lip, trying to not laugh. If anyone knew the scary gravity manipulator and Mafia executive was one of the most domestic and sappy guys you knew, no one would believe you.

"You're exaggerating."

"Perhaps a little. But my point still stands. I'll treat you to dinner on Monday when I'm back alright?" You leaned on the kitchen island, a dreamy smile plastered across your face and you could only imagine that Chuuya must look similar.

"Alright. See you Monday yeah? I don't wanna keep you from work. Watch out for yourself." You said.

It felt unnecessary to tell him to be careful, he was the strongest man you knew, but you still said it. And while you did it, Chuuya appreciated it each time.

"Of course. The same goes for you. I love you Doll."

"Love ya too Chuuya." And then there was silence, except for the hammering coming from the room. A sigh escaped your lips.

Fuck, him calling you only made you miss him like crazy. How cruel of him. 

It only took another hour after Chuuya had checked in with you, for Sato and Hiro to have finished building and placing all the furniture. They watched you inspect the room and felt relieved when you gave them a thumbs-up. 

They were kind enough even to help you sort in all your stuff, the new plants, lights, books, figures, even when you had said multiple times that it wouldn't be necessary.

As you poked a fork into your takeout you finally asked the two, "Don't you like... I dunno, get bored of hanging around me..?" 

Looking up from their portions, they immediately shook their head. 

"Not really. Even if, we couldn't complain since Nakahara-san gave us this order, and the order is to "keep his most priced possession safe"." The three of you finished the sentence, imitating Chuuya.

Yeah, he really was obsessed with your safety ever since he knew he wanted you by his side. Well, being in Chuuyas Highranking Mafia position, he of course had enemies and while you knew you could be targeted just to get to him, you always found him to get a little too paranoid.

Sure, he had lost so much already and was afraid of losing again, but you weren't a child. Though you still appreciated his concern and knew he'd never trap you, make you depend on him or anything, he simply wanted your safety assured so his mind was calmer. 

You knew him too well by now. 

"Well, thanks anyways for all the help! Don't think I could have gotten the whole thing done this quick without you." The two guys smiled at you, nodding their heads. 

The evening soon came to an end as you declared you'd take a bath and then go to bed, feeling exhausted even if you barely did much today.

Sato and Hiro bid their goodbyes, telling you they will check in tomorrow around noon for your well-being and then left to keep guard around the block.

Once more, an evening alone. It was spent with some snacks in front of the TV, catching up on some series that Chuuya wasn't interested in.

It was a nice distraction from the now lonely feeling in the apartment. When you could barely keep your eyes open, you decided it was time for bed.

Sinking into the luxurious and spacious bed, you fell asleep right in the middle, hugging Chuuyas pillow close to you, his scent slowly lulling you into a well-rested sleep. 

Well, the well-rested was a lie. You had woken up, groggy and exhausted, despite having slept rather long. Thanks bunch weird nightmares that don't even make sense. 

With a hot mug in hand, you took pictures of the room, sending it to your friends to flex a little. 

Youre kidding? Holy shit that looks so cool?

Does your bf have a brother or something?

A whole ass room to yourself? Wow you really finally got lucky. When are we finally gonna meet him?

You hated that question. Chuuya had told you countless times since moving together that you were more than welcome to invite people, but you always felt uncomfortable in a weird way.

First off, you didn't wanna come across as a sugar baby. This whole apartment screamed money and luxury and then there was you, a regular person from Yokohama, that'd beg questions.

Second, you liked to keep Chuuya away from your relationships with other people. He wasn't the only worrywart in your relationship. You simply felt uncomfortable, possibly spilling what Chuuyas occupation actually was.

Sure, it sucked having to always plan meet-ups elsewhere, but you liked it better that way. 

Soon perhaps. He's currently out working over the weekend

You replied and watched as your friends flooded your phone, jealous that you seemingly found the perfect guy™. 

Chuckling you sat down on the new couch in your room, putting on the LED lights.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

Maybe it was good that Chuuya didn't relent. 

It was already pitch back outside when Chuuya parked his motorcycle in the garage of his apartment complex. He was spent. But back a whole day earlier.

He could still have a nice relaxing Sunday evening with you, and that was all he currently wanted. He checked his phone for the report from Hiro, which had him chuckling as he rode the elevator up. 

They are truly a sweetheart. You made a good catch Nakahara-san. 

He had expected nothing else. Your kindness and irresistible smile was what had him at his knees all the way back then and he had suspected that even his subordinates would like you. 

Sighing contently, he unlocked the apartment door and when you didn't immediately rush to him, he figured you must be occupied or aren't hearing the rustling of him taking his coat, shoes and hat off.

The dinner he had picked up on the way was placed in the open kitchen and spotting colorful lights coming from the room he left to you, he knew where to find you.

But first he got rid of his second jacket, vest and leather accessories, remaining in only his white dress shirt and black dress pants. Creeping up to the open door, he knocked before entering, finding you playing video games on a new couch.

The shocked expression as you pulled your earbuds out warmed his heart, especially when you broke into a huge grin.

"But it's not Monday." You said and got up to embrace him. Hugging you tightly and enjoying just having you in his arms he finally replied; "Worked extra hard to get back quicker. Can't leave my doll all alone for so long, now can I?"

His hands found your face, holding it still, while he pressed kisses all over it, until he eventually, finally, kissed your lips. 

After enjoying the sweet sweet bliss you stepped away a little presenting the new room.

"So what you say?" You asked, gauging his reaction. It was your room, but you still wanted him to like it.

"Looks lovely. I really like what you have done with the place. Better than a wine room for sure." He hugged you from behind as he looked around, taking in all the details.

Your favorite books, merch from shows and games you enjoyed, lots of LEDs and fairy lights, plants, a comfortable carpet.

Yeah, it was truly pretty, just like you.

"You know I won't enter unless you give me permission right?"

 "You're in here right now and I don't remember giving you permission." you teased him, humming as you swayed from left to right. "You know what I mean."

"I do. And I appreciate it Chuu." 

He pressed a kiss to your neck as you pulled him with you to the couch. Quickly spinning around to face him, your hands hooked around his neck, pulling him with you as you let yourself fall down onto the soft material, with Chuuya obviously having used his ability by the way you very softly landed. 

Reuniting your lips again and again was now the agenda, the smiles never fading from either of your faces.

When Chuuya then lifted his upper body up, you looked at him puzzled.

"I brought food." Pulling him back down, you kissed him again, your tongue softly swiping over his and he gladly opened his own mouth to let your tongues meet.

Your hands moved from lovingly brushing your thumbs over his cheeks to his soft hair, playing with some strands, which had him groan into your mouth.

He was a mess in your hands when you played with the ginger locks. It took minutes until you pulled away, and when you looked at your boyfriend his pupils were blown wide. You loved having this effect on him.

"Want to eat now?" He asked and you contemplated. On the one hand... making out with him ... on the other... food. 

"What did you have for lunch even?" He asked and you looked to the side.

"Nothing." You whispered but he heard you well and got up immediately, pulling you to the kitchen.

"Nothing? Yeah, no, you're gonna eat now." Rolling your eyes you still helped getting cutlery, glasses, and drinks to then finally sit down and eat. 

It was a quiet dinner, like always, the only extra thing was Chuuya seeking out your hand to fold while he continued eating.

How could a man become so touch-starved after having been away for barely 48 hours? You couldn't imagine how bad it'd be once he'd be needed to get out of the country. 

"What's got your mind running?" He asked, having noticed that you only poked your food with a smile on your lips.

"Oh just this really cute guy I know." "Oh." He mused, feeling up for the game. "He must be a pretty great catch if he's got you smiling like that." 

Digging around in his pockets, he found his phone and started playing music over the stereo. You chuckled when he got up, inviting you to dance with him.

"Oh he is..." you murmured as Chuuya pulled you close, swaying with you softly to the music.

"Respects me, makes me smile, always puts my comfort first, insists even that I get a to have a personal room in his luxury apartment."

"Well, that does sound nice. Hope he's good-looking." You laughed as he dipped you, your head tilting all the way back as you couldn't meet his gaze. You know he was smirking waiting for an answer.

"Well..." You started as pulled you back up, straight into his chest. "He's got reeeal pretty eyes. Like I can get lost in them for ages. Nice and smooth skin, which he better should have, since he spends ages in the bath."

Chuuya laughed about your backhanded comment as he twirled you so your back was pressed against his chest, his hands roaming you still swaying body.

"His hair is also so nice too. I have never seen a haircut like that, but he absolutely rocks it. And the color... reminds me of the most beautiful sunsets."

Having heard enough, you were twirled once more, so Chuuya could lean his forehead against yours.

"What a guy. Do I know him?" You leaned closer to his lips, your breath ghosting over them as you spoke.

"Yeah, it's you, you fool." He broke the last piece of distance kissing you once more. As the song came to an end, he pulled away, only giving your forehead a quick kiss, and then quickly began cleaning up the kitchen.

You sighed as you watched him quickly clean.

"Are you tired?" You asked, knowing that since he came back a whole day earlier he must have been working hard.

"Yeah a little. Been on observation the whole night."

"Then let's get to bed soon, you need some rest." Not wanting to admit to needing that, the ginger waved his hand.

"Soon. Oh yeah, I haven't asked, but you have been alright with my subordinates, right? Like they didn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything?"

You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Not at all. They were very sweet. Did they complain about me?"

"Of course not." Chuuya would genuinely like to see someone try and badmouth his partner to him. A laugh escaped him.

"It really seems that I wrap the Mafia about my finger. Are we sure I don't have an ability? The ability to make any mafiosi putty in my hands." 

"To test that theory I should get Akutagawa to meet you. If he likes you, then I'll call it an ability." Chuuya immediately shuddered as he imagined the strange situation.

"Never mind that, I prefer you in one piece."

You laughed as he kindly pulled you along into the bedroom, flicking on the light so you both could change into more comfortable clothes.

"In one piece? Is he the eh..." You rummaged through your brain. It was rare that Chuuya was ranting and raving about his higher-ranking colleagues, so you desperately tried to find any information your brain had anchored to "Akutagawa".

"He's the dog guy right?" Chuuya started laughing his ass off, doubling over, he pulled his shirt off. "The silent rabid dog of the Port Mafia. That's what you mean right?"

You felt your face warm up. Wow, you kinda missed the mark.

"Yeah. But don't laugh so much, you kept confusing my best friend with that annoying customer from work!" You said and remember how shocked you had felt when Chuuya had casually offered to order a hit on your best friend, only to find you he had meant the annoying customer that had been bothering you for weeks. 

"To be fair, they had really similar names!"

"They really aren't similar." Chuuya pouted and pulled out some jogging pants and a loose t-shirt and changed into them, still chuckling to himself that you called Akutagawa the dog guy. 

"I'd prefer if my colleagues don't know much about you." He stated content when his ginger head pushed through his t-shirts opening.

"Why's that?" Instead of answering directly, he pulled you into bed with him, snuggling up to you, relinquishing in everything you had to offer.

"Well, you're mine. Don't want you to see what the Mafia has to offer." You snorted. As if that really was his reasoning, but it gave you another opportunity to stroke his ego.

"Pft, as if anything better than you is walking around there. You're already the Port Mafia finest." 

Chuuya pressed a kiss on your hair, his warm hands already stroking your body in a gentle, soothing way. 

Comfortable silence ensued, where you two only enjoyed the presence of the other.

This is home.

Chuuya is home. The feeling of being content, comfortable, and warm, Chuuyas simple presence gave all of this to you and he felt very much the same. 

Before you, he had little to come home to. He didn't mind working longer, didn't mind doing more work, but ever since he knew you'd be waiting for him, he had cut back, less overtime, less spending the night in a bar and then power napping at the headquarters. 

His life was just perfect right now.

And then you speaking about a dog came into his head again. 

"Hey, doll... what would you say about getting a dog?" 

"Huh?" Confused you looked at him, checking if he was joking.

"I have wanted one for ages but my duties leave me with so little time to properly care. But with you now here... I think we could manage."

"Are you forgetting I'm Working too?" He shook his head, his red locks of hair, bobbing around.

"Of course not. But your work times are actually normal and don't require you to fly out of the country in case of emergency."

"True true..." you mumbled. "And you'd be less alone! When I'm gone you'd at least have a companion." 

He was really convincing and the way his eyes sparkled, you could only guess how long and deeply he has longed for a dog.

"That does sound enticing. I'll think about it." A bright smile stretched across Chuuyas face and he immediately peppered you in kisses. 

"You're the best." He whispered in-between them, hugging you tighter. 

This was your life. If someone had told you that you'd end up dating a Mafia Executive who controlled Gravity and was also the vessel for a god... you'd have laughed. That was simply absurd, but here you were, in bed with that exact guy.

You meeting him had been so long ago. It felt like ages.

And as the time went by, your love for Chuuya deepened, and the two of you faced life's challenges hand in hand. You knew that life with a Mafia Executive was far from ordinary, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Despite the odds, you had found your place by Chuuya's side, and he had found his home in your arms.

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[honeyinthesummer]

HYPOTHETICALS — evan peters.

warnings: no use of y/n, reader is female, edited version. word count: 918

SUMMARY: In your next scene, you get to sing what seems to be your personal favorite song. However, everyone in the set wonders as to whether it's just some passionate singing or a not-so-subtle attempt to let some unresolved feelings show.

"Okay, great. Let's do it that way!" The director yells as she heads back behind the camera.

Your assistant tries to tighten your ponytail, every curled strand of your hair tucked nicely. Another tries to smooth some creases in your red halter dress while someone else tries to adjust the top and present some cleavage perfectly.

"I've been playing out a lot of hypotheticals in my mind," You start singing, "I've been writing your name down next to mine. been imagining all the things you and I could do." You begin swaying in place, finding a rhythm, acting as if you're holding a mic.

"I've seen all the possibilities in my dreams. You're alone when you should really be next to me. Baby, let's not wait and see." You sing the last few words a bit high, trying to playfully annoy your assistants, who are finalizing your look.

Even though you're more than ready to belt your favorite song now, the set is to be finished. Lights are still adjusted, the extras are chitchatting while getting into place, and a team is trying to fix the technicalities by the platform in the middle of the bar you're supposed to perform on in a moment. But despite the business of the crowd, your eyes find and set on him, only him.

He's sitting by the table adjacent to the stage, going over the lines with a cast member. You take in the sight of him, particularly those soft brown curls you've always adored and dreamt of having your hand run through. You'd hear his voice even a few meters away and see how he occasionally adjusts his attire as he goes in fits of laughter.

A crew member hands you the mic, which is meant for some test, but you have another idea in mind.

"Obviously, we're at the beginning of something." You start singing while looking at him despite having his back against you. "I don't expect you to know how it's gonna go. But I believe we might be onto something, and I just thought maybe you should know." The crew politely tries to take the mic from you, assuming that the mic test does the job, but you shy away and try walking around the set.

You start singing the chorus, hearing your assistants laugh and call you to return the microphone to the poor crew member. From your peripheral, you see a technical team member up the sound system's volume and take that as a sign.

"Immediate action is unnecessary, it's a fatal attraction, it's a little scary. But I got a plan of attack and I'll get us there someday soon, I know it. I got a plan A and I got a plan B. And if it's absolutely necessary, we'll go to plan C. Whatever I gotta do to be with you."

You're now by the stage, taking in position, seeing everyone from where you are, seeing how he looks at you and how his attention is on you. How a side of his lips is up in a smile and seeing how he's got interest in his eyes. A beat before the chorus, you glanced at him, trying to make it a bit obvious by making it a split second longer, but then shifting your focus to the crowd as you began to sing the chorus.

"I've been playing out a lot of hypotheticals in my mind. I've been writing your name down next to mine." This time, passion and love are undeniably present in your voice. You start swaying and dancing in place, giving a smile to encourage the people, and you see Taissa beside the director, laughing at your antics because she knows a bit too much.

"Been imagining all the things you and I could do." This time, your attention is back on Evan, the way his is on you, too. He hides the lower half of his face behind his fist as his elbow is on the table, but his smile is too big as he slowly sways left and right, now immersed in your song.

"I've seen all the possibilities in my dreams. You're alone when you should really be next to me. Baby, let's not wait and see." Your singing now ends, the people clapping for your impromptu yet wonderful performance, but in those seconds you're singing those lines, you were looking at him. At first, it's like a jamming session. He nods at times, maybe in awe of your satisfying voice. But when you stopped singing and your eyes set on him meaningfully, you noticed how he was still for a second, and the look in Evan's eyes changed suspiciously.

Bitch stop staring, you thought to yourself as you tried to divert your attention away from him. Despite feeling courage out of nowhere, the anxiety that he would realize comes soon after. Trying to brush it off, you playfully did a bow as the people cheered and whistled. You find your assistants rolling their eyes at what you did as, like Taissa, they know a bit too much.

"Girl, you're fucking obvious, but I need that energy once we roll. Okay?" The director speaking into a mic brought you back to reality. A warm feeling gushes to your cheeks, hoping the spotlight focused on you wouldn't make it obvious. What your director said made you go back to reality, to work mode, and how everyone on set has probably caught on to what you're doing.

part two! ( come inside of my heart )

[eternity-just-fangirls]

Chapter 1: First impressions

(Previous chapter: Prologue)

Well, this long fic's chapter sizes are irregular. Please forgive me for that.

This fic is based on a writing request I made when I was new to Tumblr. I wrote too much but still @thoughtfullyrainynightmare wrote the fic and I loved it . Because she said that I sent enough content to write a long fic, I got inspired to write one on my own based on the ideas that I sent.

Control Astrea control. Don’t change your expression. Astrea kept reminding herself.

“Astrea Celeste, I grant you the title of senior magic knight, fifth class,” Captain Fuegoleon announced

Relax Astrea. She mentally told herself. You must act like a dignified knight.

She walked towards the captains, controlling her pace and urge to fidget. Smiling but holding back enough to not grin from ear to ear.  

This is the war merits conferment ceremony. Don’t mess up. She reminded herself while accepting the medal.

“Thank you, captains," She replied in a respectful tone and walked back and waited for the ceremony to end, holding back her urge to jump up and down.

Soon, she realised that she needed a break so she excused herself out of the hall to calm down.

She went around looking for a secluded and partially dark corner. She always found those places to be calming. She leaned against the wall and took deep breaths. 

Just then she felt a mysterious presence.

Who could it be? She thought.

“Energy magic: Energy absorption,” She casted her least favourite spell, getting ready to feel things she usually felt.

But what she felt was something that she wasn’t prepared for. 

Astrea’s spell came with a major drawback. While absorbing energy she would feel the negative feelings of the person. It was one of her biggest secrets. 

She felt negative feelings so many times. The plight of the elves, the mixed feelings of mage warriors and the blood thirst of the dark disciples but none made her lose control.

But these feelings were just so different. The guilt, the self-hate, the pain and loneliness that were so familiar along with other indescribable feelings that were all so intense . It was too difficult for her to control her tears.

“No, no, no,” She thought out loud. “I can’t. I must hold back.”

But the tears just wouldn’t stop.

The shadows immediately changed shape and a tall man emerged out of them. He had smooth black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and blue eyes that immediately caught her eye. They were beautiful like a frozen lake, icy cold but beautiful. For a few seconds she was lost in them but then her focus shifted to his grimoire pouch with the Black Bull insignia. 

“What have I done?” She thought out loud. "I-I-I’m -”

“Pathetic. A senior magic knight crying in a public place," He said, “So disappointing.”

And just like that he just disappeared into his shadows.

Author's note:

I know you all have a lot of questions but to get answers you all must stay tuned.

Thank you for reading everyone. If you can please give feedback or let me know your thoughts. I'll appreciate it a lot.

[oc picture in header was made on picrew]

(Next chapter: Dungeon Mission)

[canadachildvol2]

Wish rewrite ✨ pt.2

This is the second part of my rewrite of "Wish." The first part can be found here.

Admittedly, this was the trickiest section to write because the middle parts of stories aren't my strong suit. Still, I persevered and managed to get everything together. Enjoy :)

Introduction to Star: One of the stars shines big and bright, momentarily covering all of Rosas in a warm glow. The people are in awe and so are Magnifico and Amaya… but for different reasons. Like in the movie, the star suddenly shoots down past Asha and into the forest and she runs after it. She catches up with it and sees it transform into a young man. This is Star. He’s energetic, inquisitive, peppy, and (at first) doesn’t have much sense of personal space. He’s mute, too, only communicating through body language and images created with his star dust. He can also levitate. After realizing she’s not dreaming (“Oh, I see! I tripped and hit my head as I was leaving the house. I’m dreaming! Okay, okay. I’ll just pinch myself awake.” *pinches her arm* “Ow!” *sees that Star is still there* “Oh no…”) and introducing herself to him, she learns two things: 1) he’s here to help her grant her wish, and 2) he’s a young star and by helping her, he will advance into a proper wishing star. A moment like what's shown in this piece of concept art also happens as part of Star's way of explaining his purpose. Throughout the scene, he showcases what his magic is capable of by making objects - mainly plants - grow, changing the colours of flowers and other things he sees, and of course, shape-shifting.

Magnifico and Amaya in distress: The royal couple are still reeling from the bright light, Magnifico more than Amaya. He rambles about how such a phenomenon may be a bad omen for them. Amaya asks what he means and he refers to a great danger that the royals before him left warnings about; how such a danger could lead to their downfall. Amaya, while concerned, calms her husband and reminds him of his power. If anything happens, his magic can easily stop it. "Besides, my love, all of Rosas adores you. Who would dare try to defy you?"

Asha and Star in town: Asha and Star are about to enter the town. He’s ready to stroll in, but Asha (humorously) pulls him back and tells him they need to keep a low profile. So he alters his appearance to make himself look more human. While Asha is preoccupied with figuring out what to do about saving Rosas, Star is preoccupied with everything around him. The people, the food, everyday objects, everything. Asha repeatedly tries in vain to get him to focus. They eventually run into Dahlia and when she asks who Star is, Asha names him Orion and says that he was part of the group of recent newcomers. ("He was at the wishing ceremony." "I don't remember seeing him-." "Hewassittingintheback.") (from this point onward, whenever Star is in his human disguise, I'll refer to him as Orion/Star) Shortly after, she sees her mom and grandfather selling fruit and asks Dahlia to keep an eye on Orion/Star ("What is he, a puppy?" "Well, he doesn't stay still, so kind of."). Asha reconciles with them and even though they still don't believe her claims from the previous night, at least all is forgiven. (Sabino: "It's all water under the bridge." Sakina: "As long as there won't be any more cross words about the king and queen." Asha: "...right.") Orion/Star suddenly sees Dario (one of the townsfolk Asha interacted with earlier) trip and rushes over to catch him before he falls. He learns about the man's wish and through body language (and a covert use of star dust), Orion/Star suggests how he could go about making it come true himself. Dario is taken aback by this. Making a wish come true without Magnifico's magic? Is that possible? Nonetheless, he is delighted at the potential. Orion/Star notices the positive change in Dario's mood and he gets an idea: they can show the townsfolk that they don't need Magnifico to make their wishes come true. After Asha returns and Dahlia leaves for the bakery, he explains this concept to her. She is skeptical at first ("We can't make everyone's wishes come true. What if someone wants to fly? What if someone wants to be 8 feet tall?"), but recognizes that it would indeed rob the king and queen of their control. She agrees to the plan.

“Montage” song: Asha and Orion/Star work together to help the townspeople (not everyone, like Asha said, but still many) take steps towards fulfilling their wishes with the right tools and inspiration. He even does a bit of shapeshifting when no one is looking, much to the amusement - and slight panic - of Asha. Dahlia and Dario help the duo out sometimes. Simon watches all of this unfold with apprehension. During this, we not only see that Orion/Star is living with Asha's family for the time being but also that Asha's cynical disposition is melting away. Star's influence is beginning to rub off on her, even if only a little, and Rosas' atmosphere is starting to change. Similarly, he's influenced by Asha's even-tempered nature and he starts dialing back his impulsivity. The two of them are growing closer as well (a sweet moment like this definitely happens), even sneaking glances at each other. The best way to imagine this sequence is a combo of "Strangers Like Me," "We Don't Talk About Bruno," and "Make a Man Out of You." It consists of an assortment of characters singing and talking, plus it takes place over the course of a few days.

Wish disappearances: Magnifico and Amaya notice the change in Rosas, too. They can't put their finger on why until they notice something else: there are less wish bubbles than there were before! And as they speak, another one suddenly evaporates! How could this be? Magnifico reiterates that the bright light really was a bad omen. The great danger is truly upon them. Amaya acknowledges the severity of the situation, but is still there to bring him back down to Earth. Clearly, there is a traitor in the kingdom and all they have to do is find them. Magnifico concurs, but can't shake the feeling that there's more to it than that.

Asha opens up: Asha sits by the fountain observing the impact her and Orion/Star have had on everyone. It warms her heart. She sees Orion/Star helping an old lady (who resembles one of the three fairies from "Sleeping Beauty") with her wish and smiles. But the sight of the castle pulls her out of this happiness. He eventually sits beside her and relishes in what they've accomplished. Asha reminds him they're nowhere near done, not as long as Magnifico and Amaya are still in power. Her demeanour perplexes him and he notices her fiddling with her silver bracelet. It's here she reveals that the bracelet was the last birthday gift from her dad before he passed away. Moreover, we learn that her lack of hope stems from being let down again and again throughout her life. Her family's wishes were never granted, her dad died, Rosas loses more of its luster with each passing year because of how tired everyone is... it became too much for her. "[Papa] always said that hope gives you strength, but for me it brought so much pain. So by expecting and accepting the worst, it hurts less when the inevitable happens." This makes Orion/Star visibly distraught; she's in more pain than he could've ever imagined. Asha quickly shakes it off and tells him that if they're going to actually save Rosas, they need evidence of the royals' wrongdoings and there's only one way to do that.

pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

[guilty-pleasures21]

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

Okay, I've realised that I need to write in some extra parts to make it flow better before I end this series.

7. Sigh. This is my life now.

Part 1 - The last day

Part 2 - the friends

Part 3 - the lunch

Part 4 - the revelation

Warnings: None.

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     “So this is the list of all my vials of proteins,” X explained, moving the mouse over the screen. Miguel nuzzled the crook of her neck with his mouth and X giggled at the feeling. “Miguel! Pay attention, boss.” 

     Miguel groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around his adorable little girlfriend. “How am I supposed to focus on anything when I've got my pretty little research assistant sitting on my lap like this?” 

     “Well, you have to focus,” X demanded, shifting in position to better face him. “Otherwise you're going to keep calling me and asking me where everything is!” 

     “I can just bring my laptop home and ask you, right?” Miguel pointed out, sliding his hands along the hollows of her waist. She was going to be leaving the company soon so she could pursue her PhD. Of course he’d prefer it if she'd just stay by his side and help him further his research on his spider powers, but she was crazy smart and he wanted her to take advantage of all the opportunities that came her way. He cared about her enough to put his own needs aside and support her in whatever she wanted to do. X wrapped her arms around his neck and flashed him an exasperated look.

     “That's free labour,” she chastised him. “Right?” But of course she'd be helping him even when she wouldn't be working anymore - she loved him, after all, and she'd do anything she could to ensure his success. Miguel grinned at the way her lips curled at the ends in teasing and he leaned forward to peck her lips quickly. X clenched her muscles in excitement and Miguel moved one hand to her thigh as she began swinging her legs back and forth. She was so cute and sweet and he still couldn't understand how she'd fallen for a boring grump like him. 

     “And anyway,” she continued, her expression turning a little apprehensive now, “I'm not sure how much free time I'll have.” She bit her lip as she glanced up at him and he knew she was feeling nervous about her PhD. Miguel slid his arms back around her waist and pulled his little girlfriend into his chest. 

     “You'll be fine, querida,” he reassured her gently, his hand moving up and down her back in soothing strokes. “I'll take care of you when you feel like you can't do it yourself. And even when you can. I'll take care of you, querida.” 

     He pulled back to flash her a warm smile and relaxed when he saw that the tension had eased from her features. X reached up to cup his cheek in her hand and Miguel leaned into her tender touch. “I love you, Miguel.” 

     “I love you too, X.”

     “Ugh! Can't you extend your contract?” X's intern begged her again. “Just for, like, six more months?” 

     “Yeah, then we can all leave together!” one of the other girls chimed in. X grinned at them, a warm feeling filling her chest at how much they liked having her around. 

     “I can't, guys, that's not how it works,” she repeated patiently. “And besides, I have to study some more!” Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk when she noticed Miguel out of the corner of her eye.

     “Then I can come back and become Miguel's boss!” she joked, causing the hall to fill with laughter. The sounds of their amusement quickly died down, however, when Miguel moved to stand behind X, arms folded across his chest, features set into a sombre expression. 

     “Are you all ready to go?” he asked her, his voice soft but his tone hard. X twisted around in her seat to flash him a sweet smile, but he just narrowed his eyes at her before sliding his gaze away altogether. X tilted her head in question, surprised by his cold reaction, but her sweet and loving boyfriend refused to look her in the eyes. 

     “Uh, yeah,” she replied, standing up. She reached for her bag and the interns swarmed around her, rushing to give her hugs before she left. X laughed at their enthusiasm and Miguel felt his heart squeeze at how much they all admired her. “I'll still meet up with you guys for lunch and stuff. Message me if you ever need any help, okay?” 

     She turned to Miguel when she'd finished with her round of goodbyes, an expectant look on her face. But all he could bear to do in that moment was give her a few pats on the shoulder. “Um, see you around, arañita.” 

     He squeezed her shoulder, staunchly avoiding her gaze, then stepped back and placed his hands on his hips, shifting in position awkwardly. Finally, he dragged his eyes up to hers and gave her a nod before gesturing to the exit. 

     He was upset. But he was trying so hard to hide it, putting on that cold front everyone had gotten so accustomed to. X curled her fingers around his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, then waited until he looked up at her again. 

     ‘It's okay, Miguel,’ she told him silently. ‘You know I'm still here for you. I love you, mi amor.’ 

     His stomach twisted into a tight knot and he had to clear his throat before he could speak again. “Um, good luck with … with your studies … and everything. You'll do great.”

     X gave him a knowing look, her slender fingers still resting on his arm, then her expression softened and she gestured to the door. Miguel’s gaze flickered over to the interns, still watching their interaction with careful curiosity, then he straightened and gestured for X to lead the way to the door. 

     “I’ll see you tonight, querido,” X murmured once they were alone, careful not to get too close to him while they were still in the vicinity of the office area. 

     “Hmm,” Miguel mumbled, his bulky shoulders slumped in defeat. Her fingers ached to reach out and brush his cheek in comfort. But it wouldn’t do any good if someone caught them. 

     “I love you, mi amor,” she told him softly instead. Miguel let out another hum of agreement, then she turned and left him forever. 

     He’d spent the rest of the day locked up in his office, not wanting to go outside and be reminded of the lack of his cute little arañita. But then finally, the clock struck five and Miguel threw his things into his bag before rushing out the door. 

     “Hey, Miguel, what’s the-” Nate didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence before Miguel had swept past him and disappeared from the office. 

     “¿Querida?” he dialled her number as soon as he'd gotten into his car. “Where are you?” 

     “At home,” she replied, her tone slightly concerned by the hurried note in his voice. “What’s wrong?” 

     “Nothing,” he replied quickly, continuing his route to her apartment. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Bye.” 

     “Bye, Miguel, love you!” she exclaimed before he could hang up. Miguel’s lips twitched at the ends at how easily she always said it. 

     “Bye, querida. I love you too.” 

     She was just scrunching her curl cream into her hair when she heard the sound of her door lock turning. She flipped her hair over her shoulders, then ran to her living room to greet her sweet boyfriend. Miguel locked the door behind him, then turned to face her, his shoulders tensed up by his ears. X ran forward and threw her arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. Then she started trying to hook her leg around his waist in an attempt to climb up onto him. 

     “Lift me up, querido,” she demanded, her words muffled from where she’d buried her face in his chest. A soft snicker escaped Miguel’s throat, but he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up onto his hips. X treated him to that sweet smile that made his heart flutter, then she showered his face with quick kisses. Miguel chuckled as he walked her over to the sofa and sank down onto it. He slid his hands along her bare thighs as he studied her features carefully and X leaned forward to peck his lips before giving him a warm smile. She reached up to brush her fingers along his cheek and he relaxed into her touch. “Do you want to talk about it? It’s fine if you don’t.” 

     He sighed and slid his fingers between hers, taking hold of her hand before lowering it to her lap. He fiddled with her fingers for a while, his gaze remaining fixed on how small they looked between his. Then he squeezed her waist. “I need you.” 

     She tilted his face up to hers so he could see the soft smile on her face. “What do you need from me?” 

     He didn’t respond and instead wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her tight against his chest. He held her there for a while, breathing in the familiar buttery scent of her curl cream, then he loosened his grip on her. X stayed in position, her arms slung lazily around his neck, her fingers running along the back of his scalp, and Miguel felt more of the tension ease from his body at the warm weight of her in his arms. 

     “Talk to me, Miguel,” she mumbled against the side of his neck. “Tell me what's bothering you.” 

     He sucked in a breath and tightened his grip on her, afraid to say the words out loud. But it was eating him up from the inside and he knew he wouldn't be able to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling until he told her and allowed her to reassure him. “Don't leave me.” 

     His voice was so small as he said it, so … embarrassed. Her heart squeezed in her chest at the terror evident in his tone and she gave him another tight hug before pulling back to meet his gaze. “I'm not gonna leave you, Miguel!” 

     He looked at her with wide eyes, his lips pursed into a woeful frown and she leaned forward to give him another quick peck on the mouth. 

     “I love you,” she continued, giving a little giggle to punctuate her point. “I want to see you everyday! I'm going to go over to your house and wait for you to come back from work. And then I'm gonna eat all of your food and make you cook us dinner and take infinitely long showers in your bathroom and ask you all the stupidest questions I can think of while I'm studying. You're gonna get sick of me, Miguel! You're gonna get so sick of me you'll regret it!” 

     She wriggled around in his arms excitedly and Miguel couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips. “I'll never get sick of you, querida.”

     X's features melted into an expression of horror and she leaned over to knock her wooden coffee table. “Don't say that, Miguel!” 

     He grinned and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slow and sweet. She smiled as she kissed him back, then ran her hand up and down his chest as she lay her head on his shoulder. Miguel inhaled her sweet scent one more time, his entire body warming at the comforting feeling of her against him. Then he cleared his throat nervously. 

     “But, um, I mean …” he stammered out, trying to figure out how to phrase his suggestion. “It would just be easier, right? If you just … moved in with me? Like, if we lived together? I mean, we can save money and it would just be easier and stuff.” 

     She froze in position, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest as she considered his words. But he hadn't even met her family yet! Or any of her friends. And was he only asking her because he was upset about her leaving her job? Would it really be easier? Or would it complicate things and force them to learn all the little habits they hated in one another? She pulled back, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Miguel flashed her an apprehensive look. 

     “Are you just asking me because you're afraid I'm going to leave you?” she asked him point blank. “Because that's stupid, Miguel: I’m not going anywhere.” 

     “No!” Miguel denied quickly, shaking his head at her question. “I'm asking you because I want you to move in with me. I love you, X and I want to come home and see your face every single day. To take care of you and have you fall asleep in my arms every night. And we already do most of that anyway, right? What's the point in moving around so much?” 

     He ran his fingers through her hair as he watched her features, waiting for her response. X lifted her hand to her mouth to begin nibbling on her fingernails, but Miguel gently pulled it away and held it in his own. 

     He did make some really good points, she had to admit. They'd always go home together after work, whether to her place or his. And they'd hang out on the weekends too, either going on quiet little dates together or just sitting around at home and relaxing. She glanced up at him quickly, her stomach tightening at the thought of not having her own place to run away to if he ever got mad at her. She'd be living under someone else's roof, after all, in someone else's house. She snuck a peek at her boyfriend again, his expression nervous as he waited for her to say something. But he'd never made her feel like it was someone else's house. He'd given her her own set of keys that she could use to go over to his place even when he wasn't there. And he'd brought her shopping for some new furniture so she could keep more of her stuff at his place whenever she slept over. He'd done so much already to make himself seem like home to her and she had to believe that she could depend on him to be there for her when she needed it. She bit her lip. “Okay, but then how do I … contribute?”

     “What do you mean?” 

     “I mean … like,” she paused, trying to figure out how to say it. “It's not just your house. I have to take care of it too. I don't … I mean, I barely earn half as much as you but, I can buy the groceries and stuff? Like, fill the house?”

     Miguel patted her thigh gently. “You don't have to do that, querida.”

     “No, it's not,” she pulled at her hair, getting frustrated. “I know I don't have to do that, like … you've never made me feel that way. But … I just …

     “Growing up, my mum always told me to never be financially dependent on someone else, if I could help it. And I never want to have to be financially dependent on my husband.” She paused to give him a solemn look. “I'm going to be earning my own money, okay? I can't be some stay-at-home housewife: I need to work, I need something to do.”

     She gestured between the two of them emphatically. “We will contribute equally. But maybe sometimes, that means that you'll have to give more financially. But then I'll make up for it by giving more time, or more energy, like to our kids or something. And that's just how it works. Okay? It has to be equal. You can't …”

     She sighed, wanting to make sure he understood the point she was trying to make. 

     “I know you will never say this, but people say stupid stuff when they're angry, and even if we don't mean it, it still hurts the other person. And I never want to hear the stupid argument 'okay, but it's my money, I'm the one who's working hard to earn it.'” She clutched at her hair again, getting mad now. “Oh my god, Miguel, if I ever hear you using those words? I am going to have to kill you. I am literally going to have to kill you. Understand?” 

     She sat back in her seat, her features set into a hard expression as she waited for his confirmation. But all he could think about was the fact that she’d called him her ‘husband’ and basically confirmed that she wanted to have kids with him, the two of them building their own little life together. He could just imagine it: their house, their children, taking their family out on little trips, coordinating pick-ups and drop-offs at school, picking up the slack when the other was too tired to do it. He squeezed his girlfriend’s waist and gave her a wide smile. 

     “Yes, that’s what I want,” he breathed out before pulling her into a hug. He straightened and pushed her back slightly so he could see the look on her face. “Our kids? Our kids, querida? We can take care of them together? You’ll be my wife? My wife. And I’ll get to be your husband? Dios mío, querida, your husband?!” 

     X laughed as she pushed against him, putting some distance between them so she could look up at him. “Miguel! We haven’t even moved in together yet. Calm down, janam.” 

     “But we’ve already known each other for a year, querida,” he pointed out, hands still curled around her waist. “Can’t we just get married now?” He grinned at the thought, thrilled by the very idea of making her his pretty little wife. X smiled and Miguel turned her head to his so he could see the shy look on her face. 

     “Miguel.” Her stomach sank suddenly as she thought about the long journey still ahead of them. “I … haven’t even told my parents yet. Or, like, anyone.” Her brow furrowed and she fiddled with the hem of his shirt as she tried to figure out how she’d introduce him to her parents. ‘Hi mum, hi dad. This is my boyfriend who was previously my boss and, actually, we were having an affair while I was still working under him.’ She cringed at the thought. 

      “Do you want to meet my friends first or my sister?” she asked, then replied to her own question before he could speak. “Ah, maybe my friends. My sister can be scary. And a little mean sometimes. But she’s nice! She just … She just wants the best for me, that’s all. Ahh! I’m so nervous!” 

     Miguel pulled her into his arms and patted her back reassuringly. “Querida. It’s all right. We’ll figure it out together, okay?” 

     He let her go so he could look at her and the tension eased from her features. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb across the slight stubble on his jaw. “Okay. I love you, Miguel.”

     “I love you too, X.”

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