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friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt. 8
pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami
synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.
warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)
a/n: AHHH im so sorry i was gone for so long! work and school and i got sick again. my luck lately has been quite poor, but here's the next part!! i dont think its quite well written but i hope you all think its good! thank u again for ur support, kindness, and patience :) (sorry i say thank you so much, cant help myself!)
all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7,
December | Tokyo, Japan | Wednesday
You should have worn more lotion.��
The unkind cold and threatening winds made your trek to work excruciatingly more difficult. Surely you made it, but had to get blind by the flurries of snow in the process. You take your time in the lobby, stomping aggressively down at the weather mats to remove all the snow and ice from your boots. You shake yourself like a wet dog to get the snow off your coat, too. The lobby men chuckle at you, and you couldnât help but smile.Â
Itâs been rough to do so, after all. Considering you got rejected twice by the same man, you needed all the serotonin you could get. You spent hours crying, which only halted when you finally passed out. The heartbreak exhausted you, given how dark your eyes were, and how hollow your chest has felt since then. The worst part about all of it is that despite everything, you still had Nanamiâs coffee in mind.Â
It floated in your mind to go to the cafe and get him a cup. But you have to remember that he has other assistants who know his coffee order now. You were now one of few who knew it.Â
To have your relationship seen as just boss/assistant by the other participant felt like punishment. A large sigh left your lips when you exited the elevator on your floor. Shivers tickled your body as you begrudgingly walked over to your desk. It was warm in the office, enough for you to take solace in.Â
You begin to turn on your computer and prepare your desk, before being interrupted by two hands slamming down your desk. You look up to find a panting (and exhausted) Haibara. âYu?â You whisper worriedly. âIs everything okay?â
âHe lost the flashdrive,â Haibara lets out. âThe presentation⌠itâs missing.âÂ
Your eyes widen, âNanami? But⌠how?â Of all people, Nanami was never one to lack in anything, especially in organization. He was always sharp and aware of where all his things were. You never had to concern yourself with assignments getting lost because Nanami is too diligent.
âWeâ we um, drank last nightâŚ?â Haibara reluctantly confesses. âWe both got home quite late⌠he might not have his whole head on.â
Without another word, you swiftly leave your desk and rush over to Nanamiâs office, with Haibara following closely behind. On your way towards his office, you see all of Takadaâs assistants outside of his office, their expressions full of concern. You make your way through them and knock on his door gently.Â
âWhat?â Nanamiâs annoyed tone rang through the door.Â
âItâs Y/N,â you reply, ignoring his attitude.Â
Quick shifting was sound behind the door before the doorknob began to turn. The door opens to reveal a disheveled Nanami. Despite his usually refined features, his unkempt hair and unbutton shirt was quite distracting. The shadows line his collarbone and the darkness under his eyes add to the intensity in his struggling, hazel eyes. He leaned against the door frame, his eyes slightly lighting up from your presence. There was some sort of relief in his eyes, but it was still drowned out by anxiety.Â
âPlease, please tell me you have a copy?â Nanami practically begs. Â
You feel a lump in your throat from seeing his desperation. Not even you can be dismissive to his plea. âIâI was instructed not to keep an extra copy. Itâs confidential, so I didnâtâŚâÂ
Nanami let out a quiet âfuck,â retreating slowly back towards his desk. âDonât worry, Iâm not upset with you. Iâm upset with myself because youâre right and Iâm simply irresponsibleâŚâ He leans back against his desk, defeatedly holding himself up with his hands firmly down on the desk behind him. He looks distantly to the floor, a sight you never thought youâd ever see.Â
The confident, sharp Nanami was now at his witsâ end.Â
âDo you remember when you last had it?â You ask quietly.Â
âI had it in my coat pocket on my way here,â he recalls quietly, âI still had it when I got off the train, so it must be outside around the area.âÂ
âBut with all that snowâŚâ Haibara begins, the defeat clearly on his tongue.Â
You let out a sigh, emitting a calm apology before dismissing yourself. Once you were out of sight, you ran towards the elevator, practically beating the button until it arrived to you. You impatiently wait as you descend, your body already feeling the cold from outside. Even maintenance couldnât believe their eyes as they watched you run out from the lobby, and into the harsh weather.Â
It was a bit embarrassing for you. You were always there to fix Nanamiâs scarce mistakes, or prevent them. Even after he broke your heart twice, here you are, outside in the freezing cold, without any garments to protect you from it. You could feel your body beginning to go numb from the seconds you were outside.Â
Your exposed legs were inches deep in the snow, your frigid hands sifting desperately through the snow. Why? You asked yourself. Why, why, why? You were freezing, the weather was harsh, and this flash drive is as small as a roach. Why were you doing all of this?Â
As you shoveled through the snow, you were finally able to feel how you were feeling after facing Nanami again. You were able to keep yourself from crying, but you wanted to cry profusely. Your boss, your crush, was stressed out over a mistake he made, and it didnât even make you feel better. Unfortunately, your feelings were too weaved into his, and you felt the stress he is feeling.Â
It bothered you to see him stressed. So much so, your body moved on its own and now it was in the cold, looking for the solution to Nanamiâs problem. You didnât even stay idle for a moment while in his office. Perhaps, the reason why you were helping him was because since you met Nanami, he has always been someone to work for his team.Â
But you know for sure part of it was that you never want to see him like that again.
Taking on projects on his own to keep his other colleagues working in low piles. Working with clients he personally isnât a fan of to make sure the company grows. Providing breakfast and lunch when important meetings arise to make sure everyone at least eats well before torturous work. He was strict, but never a mean person. And to that end might explain why you still felt the way you did.Â
However,Â
Your respect for him goes above your feelings. A hard piece of plastic was barely felt between your fingers, but they were able to hold onto it firmly. The small flash drive, covered in a bit of snow, still glowed green when you pushed up to reveal the USB. You promptly make your way back in, the warmth barely penetrating the cold you developed while being outside.Â
Iâm gonna get sick, you thought to yourself. As you passed through the lobby, you noticed Nanamiâs clients getting checked in at the lobby. You hurry to the elevator, pushing aggressively at the close button so they didnât have a chance to get there at the same time you did. You move your legs in place, attempting to regain some warmth. While you ascended, you purposely pushed the buttons of the floors you passed to delay their arrival. Finally reaching your level, you rush out to go to the other free elevator. As you did, you were met with a concerned Haibara.Â
âH-hey!â Haibara calls to you, but you ignore him and shove the flash drive into his hand. But as you did, he noticed that you were frozen and kept his hands around yours. âYou⌠found it? Did you go outside? Without a coat? Y/N, youâre freezing!âÂ
Oh, how you wished you fell for Haibara instead. You pull away your hand, quickly entering the other elevator and slamming your hands on the buttons. You look up at Haibara, your bottom lip blue and quivering. âTake it to Nanami,â you say roughly, your voice hoarse from the little warmth in your body. âYour clients. Theyâre downstairs. Hurry up.â
Haibara holds onto your arms, noticing that you could barely keep yourself up, âyeah, fuck the clients. You look like youâre going to pass out.â
âPlease,â you look up at him desperately, tears welling in your eyes. It was already enough that you felt stupid for even looking for the flashdrive in this state. But even Haibara couldnât push away the hurt and stress in your own eyes. âIâll be fine⌠please help Nanami finish this.âÂ
âLet me at least walk you to your deskââÂ
âI got her!â You both look over to see Tae run over, his apron dancing left and right from not being properly tied in the back. He quickly takes hold of you, looking up at Haibara to give him a curt nod in replacement of a proper bow. âResume your work, Haibara-sama. I can tend to her.âÂ
Tae held you close enough that you could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating almost, the solace of his heat and the scent of pine needles emanating from his body. The fresh scent of linen coming from his black sweatshirt made you feel a little nostalgic but uneasy. You could still feel the cold taking you over, your entire body shivering. His hands firmly held you without squeezing you tightly.Â
Haibara looks down skeptically, but you wave at him. âPlease go,â you croak, coughs finally leaving your throat. âIâll be fine.â You could see that you didnât quite persuade him, but for the sake of Nanami, he nodded.Â
He eyes Tae, a rare serious aura surrounding him, âget her to a doctor if she needs it. Iâll be back as soon as the presentation ends. Please make her something hot, like hot cocoa or soup.â Tae nods, allowing Haibara to run back towards Nanami, who was probably drowning in his own anxiety.Â
ââm sorry to inconvenience you like this, Tae,â you whisper, your body still shaking and twitching from the cold. âBut thank you for that.âÂ
âNo worries, please donât exert yourself,â Tae softly warns. He tightens his hold on you before slowly walking you over to the cafe. Though you didnât have enough trust to close your eyes, you did have enough to hold his sweater, confident that he wonât let you fall. âLet me help you. After all, you helped me first. Come, the cafe is just around the corner.âÂ
The relief on Nanamiâs face was truly meant to be displayed in a museum.Â
He held onto the flashdrive tightly, mentally scolding himself from ever dropping it in the first place. He forces it into the projector, and everything was set up for the clients to come in moments. He noticed that the flash drive was not only still cold, but slightly wet. âWas it outside in the snow?âÂ
Haibara nods as he fixes up the conference table a bit. It was ornate with drinks, snacks, and notetaking items for their clients to use and enjoy. âThe snow is really growing by the inch out there. This winter is brutal.âÂ
âIt truly is unkind out there,â Nanami sighs, his eyes looking through the window. âI hope you grabbed your coat before going out there.âÂ
Haibara shakes his head, âit wasnât me who found the flashdrive; it was Y/N. I caught her at the elevator, and she was the one who handed it to me.âÂ
Nanami slightly perks up at your name, âdid she really?âÂ
âShe left straight from your office to go find it,â Haibara says quietly, âbut she didnât even bring a sweater. She was completely frozen when I saw her.âÂ
This left a pit in Nanamiâs stomach. âWhy did she not bring a coat? Sheâs more rational than that.âÂ
Haibara lets out a sigh, âwhoâs to say, Kento. Y/N works very hard to do right by you and this company. I think sheâd do whatever it takes in order to make sure you and this department shines.âÂ
âDisregarding her health is not why sheâs here,â Nanami huffs strictly. âWhere is she?âÂ
âI left her with the barista you hired,â Haibara informs, âmy guess is he took her to the cafe to warm her up.âÂ
Nanamiâs eyes cut over to Haibara, burning through his soul. Despite this, Haibara still didnât see his eyes. âYou left her with a stranger?âÂ
âA stranger you hired,â Haibara clarifies. âAnyways, Y/N insisted I come help you. Iâd probably make her feel worse if I didnât.âÂ
There was a rare annoyance that Nanami never felt. You were always conscious of yourself, and others. Nanami always noticed when you would help someone with a large pile of papers, or when you applied bandages to blisters due to your heels. But more times than not, you never shied away from a challenge, and never hesitated to help someone whether they asked or not.Â
But now you were far from him, and he couldnât do anything to help you. He had this stupid presentation to do, rather than be by your side and tend to you. After all, you truly were the reason behind his success. The reason for his reduced stress, and a direct asset to his department. You did so much for him, only to be given a shred of that effort. He was feeling guilty, not only for being unaware of his feelings towards you, but the immense disregard he had for your own feelings and effort in this company.Â
You were his dear assistant, and he was breaking you.Â
âIâll be back,â Nanami hums, rushing out of the conference room. Haibara looks back and follows right behind him, surprised by his sudden dash.Â
Nanami, the meeting!â Haibara calls out to him, âyou canât do this right now!âÂ
His response was silence as he reached the corner towards the cafe. As he appears in the opening, his hazel eyes relentlessly looked for you. But when he stumbled upon you, his concern and annoyance skyrocketed.Â
You were lying on one of the couches at the cafe, surrounded by a few of the baristas there. They all comforted you, as you lay under a few blankets. But Nanami noticed that below all of that, you were covered by a large, black crewneck. On your head, a beanie as well. And sat on a stool right in front of you with a hot coffee cup was Tae, the barista he hired. Nanami noticed the warmth in his eyes when he looked down at you, with a free hand out to you. Your boss felt a lump in his throat when he saw you take his hand, helping you sit up to take the cup from him. Tae kept his hand on the bottom of the cup while you sipped it cautiously.Â
His chest felt like someone was pushing it down, his breath was limited. His heart, at the same time, was punching against it as well, almost as if it was going through a two-front war. He looks down at his hands, adjusting the sleeves at both of his wrists. He needed to reach youâ sooner rather than later. And now looked like the perfect opportunity.Â
But before he could take another step, the elevator behind him opened, and the entourage of clients he was expecting stood before him, all smiles. Haibara catches up and pats Nanamiâs back, forcing him to turn around as they both curtly bow in greeting. A vein protruded Nanamiâs temple, and Haibara looked back to see what he was looking at.Â
What he saw made him crack a small smile, his energy returning to him as he led the clients and an annoyed Nanami towards the conference room.Â
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Sam seems convinced this is going to work, but Deanâs pretty sure itâs just a load of crap. Bobbyâs even more convinced that itâs a whole lot of nothing, although he had admitted that he couldnât read every symbol that Sam had added to this mess up devilâs trap. That didnât mean it would work. It just meant that Sam had thrown everything he could think into it.
The real reason that Dean is going along with this, and probably Bobby is too, is because it means that Sam wouldnât be alone after Dean is dragged to hell. Although standing in the middle of Bobbyâs junkyard in a mess of spray paint isnât exactly how heâd wanted to spend the last hour of his life.
âYou really think Lilith is going to show?â he asks. He doesnât know why she would. She just has to send the hellhounds, whoâs howls and yips Dean has been hearing for days. And those things have never been stopped by any sort of devilâs trap.
âYes,â Sam says, tense, not looking at him.
Thatâs another thing. For weeks Sam has barely looked at him, barely talked to him. Which sucks, because heâd really wanted to spend the last weeks of his life just looking and talking to and spending time with his brother, but Sam hadnât been interested in that. At all.
He shares a look with Bobby, who just shrugs, hands tight on his shotgun.
Then the hellhounds come, just like he knew they would, no Lilith in sight. âSammy,â he says, reaching out for his brother. Not because he thinks he can do anything, but because he wants to touch Sam one last time, one last memory to sustain him through hell.
Sam snaps out his hand and the hellhounds go skittering back, letting out pained yowls.
Dean stares, not understanding. âWhat did you â wait. You can see them?â
Only he should be able to see them. Heâs the one that made the deal.
Sam still wonât look at him, damnit, even as Dean fists his hand in the back of his shirt. Sam's voice is low and pained when he says, âIâm sorry.â
Fear clenches in his gut. But before he do anything, there are demons surrounding the devilâs trap, appearing one by one in Bobbyâs junkyard. Theyâd needed to take down his protections so Lilith could get in, but they hadnât expected this. Of course she brought a freaking audience.
âWhich one of you is Lilith?â he barks out, dragging Sam behind him. He refuses to let the last thing he sees be his brother hurt, or worse.
Dozens of demons stand there, human vessels with pitch black eyes. The hellhounds whimper and slink around them, but donât seem interested in getting any closer. Dean canât blame them.
Sam pries his hand off of him, stepping away before Dean can grab onto him again. He leaves the safety of the devilâs trap, which is fucking stupid. Deanâs lunging forward to stop him, but then thereâs Bobbyâs arm holding him back, face pale with a horror Dean doesnât understand. He hadnât looked like that even at Cold Oak, when theyâd seen the gates open to hell.
The demons bow.
He blinks, not understanding what heâs seeing.
Sam is standing there in front of them, no protections, and theyâre all bowing to him.
Except one.
Ruby is there, stupid red leather jacket and blonde hair and the smirk he hates so much. She walks around the demons up to Sam, whoâs face is cold and expressionless. âSheâs coming.â
âI know,â he says. âIf this doesnât work, Iâm going to kill you.â
âPromise?â she returns. âIf this doesnât work, death will be a mercy.â
Dean tries to push Bobby off of him, to get in between Sam and this bitch, but he doesnât let go.
Then thereâs a little girl in a white dress, head tilted to the side. âSomething here belongs to me.â
Ruby flinches, stepping just slightly behind Sam.
âNot you,â she sneers. âYou havenât belonged to me in a long time, I fear. You really think that this boy can save you?â
âSam,â Ruby says.
He sighs, like this is a trial, and raises his hand.
Lilithâs sneer drops from her face. Her upper body yanks forward, but her legs won't move. âYou bastard,â she snarls, raising her hand in return, but nothing happens.
For the first time, fear flickers across her face.
Ruby steps forward, her own terror swallowed up by arrogance, by delight.
Dean tries to move, but finds heâs just as frozen as Lilith, even more so. He canât twitch a single muscle. Going by Bobbyâs unnatural stillness next to him, he assumes heâs in the same boat.
âSamuel is the heir of the light bringer,â Ruby says. âHe has taken his birthright. You canât touch him.â
Whatâs she talking about? What birthright?
What has Sam done?
âNo,â Lilith snarls. âHeâs nothing more than one of Azazelâs experiments.â
âA night, a full day, and then morning,â Ruby says. âThatâs what he was. Then he rose on the third day.â She shoots a mocking look his way. âIf it werenât for his brother, he would have died nothing more than a failed experiment. But he has risen.â
No. What does that mean? Whatâs she saying? He had just wanted Sammy back.
Did he do this? Is this his fault?
âRuby,â Sam says, a note of warning in his voice.
âRight, right,â she sighs. Then, back to gleeful, âHer eyes.â
Samâs finger twitches and Lilithâs eyes bleed black tears.
She screams, the sound even worse because her vessel is a child.
Ruby lists thing after thing, pulling out her fingernails, peeling her skin. Her blood is black, none of it red, and the injuries shouldnât really be hurting her but they clearly are. Dean watches helplessly as Sam tortures Lilith at Rubyâs command, enacting one terrible thing against her after another.
Lilith lies there, moaning, limbs broken, body in pieces.
âThatâs enough,â Sam says.
âEnough?â Ruby hisses, turning to face him. âYou know what she did to me! She â sheââ
Samâs stoic mask breaks, creasing in sympathy. Dean would prefer it wasnât for a demon, for Ruby, but at least he now recognizes his brother. He raises his free hand to her head, his touch an oddly gentle counterpoint to everything heâs done to Lilith. âI know. But itâs enough.â
Tears glint in her eyes, just for a second, then she swallows and nods, stepping away from Samâs hand.
He steps forward, crouching in front of Lilith. âYou shouldnât have come after my brother. Now we both have to live with the consequences.â His mouth twists. "So to speak."
Whatever she would have said in response is lost in her screams. Black smoke pours from her, then lights up, like a spark in steel wool, the fire moving through her reminding him almost of the Colt.
Lilith dies. Sam kills her, no Colt, no devilâs trap. Nothing but his own terrifying powers.
âWill you bow to me now?â he asks.
Ruby tears her eyes from Lilithâs corpse and her irritating fucking smirk slides back into place. âNow?â She steps closer, tilting her head back almost like sheâs about to kiss him, then falls gracefully to her knees in front of him. It looks more like sheâs about to give him a blowjob than a form of subservience, but he thinks that for a moment Sam almost seems amused. âI bowed to you first.â
âSo you did,â he says softly. He raises his voice. âMove out. Casey. You know your job.â
âYes, sire,â says one of the demons, voice almost familiar.
Then Samâs walking away, Ruby just a step behind him. The other demons follow suit, the hellhounds not even glancing at Dean as they get caught up in the procession.
Sam still wonât look at him. He only sees the back of his brotherâs head as he leaves him behind
The only demon left is Casey. He knows her, he recognizes her, the demon heâd been trapped with in that city full of sin, the one that Sam had shot and killed. Heâd seen him kill her.
She gets to her feet, offering him a smile as she draws closer. âHello, Dean. I bet you never thought youâd see me again.â
She steps right into the devilâs trap and presses a hand to him and Bobby each. As soon as she touches them, theyâre able to move, darting away from her and leaving her stuck in the devilâs trap.
âWhat the hell was that?â he asks, wishing his voice wasnât shaking, but he has more important things to worry about.
She turns to face them. âSamuel does not want you to die. He did what he had to do to ensure you wouldnât.â
âThe fuck you talking about?â Bobby asks gruffly.
âI told you back then I was ready to follow Sam,â she says, stepping out of the devilâs trap like itâs nothing, which she definitely shouldnât be able to do. Bobby hadn't thought that this thing would be able to contain Lilith, but Caseyâs nowhere near Lilithâs level. It should work on her just fine.
Bobbyâs hand darts out, throwing holy water over her, but it doesnât so much as steam.
She just looks amused. âThat wonât work on me now. Neither will an exorcism, or any of the usual tricks. I have been purified.â She holds out her hand to Dean and itâs the Colt, the one that theyâd lost when Bela sold it. âThis is the only thing that will kill me now.â
âAnd youâre just handing it over?â Dean asks.
âI have my orders,â she says steadily. âSamuel wants you to have it.â
His entire body goes gold.
âWhat do you mean purified?â Bobby asks, shooting Dean a concerned look. âYouâre a demon. Purifying you should kill you.â
âAnd was Lucifer a demon?â she asks. âI have taken the sacrament.â
Dean doesnât know what that means, but Bobbyâs expression shifts from disgust to shock to a horror filled curiosity. âYou drank Samâs blood?â
She did what?
âI have taken the sacrament,â she repeats, lifting her chin. âSamuel purified me.â
How the hell would Samâs blood do that? Why had she drank it in the first place? Sheâs a demon, not a damn vampire. Dean pushes those questions aside and instead asks, âHow are you even alive?â
âSamuel resurrected me,â she says. First he can kill demons, and now he can bring them back? âHe knows we had a rapport and he thought it would be easier if it was me.â
âWhat would be easier?â he asks. His head is spinning and his heart hurts and he doesnât understand anything that just happened. At least being dragged to hell would have been simpler.
She presses the Colt into his hands. âSamuel doesnât want you to die. He knows this will be difficult for you, that youâll make poor choices. I have my orders. I am to stay with you and keep you alive. Weâre going to get to know each other very well, Dean.â
âLike hell,â he says gruffly, hand tightening as he takes the Colt and raises it to her head. âWhatâs to stop me from killing you?â
âThe same thing that will stop you from killing Samuel,â she says and he flinches. âNothing.â
He stares at her. He canât bring himself to speak.
âYouâll have to hunt him down the old fashioned way,â she says casually. âBut if you can find him, you can kill him. Weâre all under orders not to touch you. Samuel wonât stop you if you want kill him. The same way I wonât stop you if you want to kill me.â
âWhy?â he asks.
She shrugs. âItâs always been up to you, Dean. He trusts you. If you decide that he must die, then heâs willing to die.â
Dean sold his soul for him. Heâs not going to fucking kill him.
But the Sam he sold his soul for wasnât capable of doing that to Lilith. He wouldnât have even wanted to be.
âWhat about your demon lover?â Dean asks, thinking of the priest that Casey had embraced and kissed, the demon sheâd begged to spare Deanâs life before Sam had killed them both. âSam bring him back too?â
Grief chases across her face before she smooths it away. âHe will. If I am good, and obedient, and loyal, then Samuel will bring him back for me.â
Deanâs stomach rolls to hear Sam described like that, like some sort of tyrant or king. Like Dad. âYou really believe that?â
Casey meets his gaze steadily as she echoes the words sheâd said to him in that basement as she spoke of Lucifer, except now sheâs talking about his brother. âI have faith.â
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this is gonna make me sob into my pillow but #2 angst thingy with pedri đŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđŁđŁ
Peace â Pedri GonzĂĄlez.
Pairing: Pedri GonzĂĄlez x Fem!Reader
Summary: Breaking up after a a three year long relationship had hurt you tremendously, but when Pedri had texted you that he got injured and wanted you to come to the hospital⌠well you couldnât say no.
Word count: 1.47k+
Disclaimer/s: Based off the prompt âHold me, please?â , angst to comfort / fluff.
A/N: hi im on an angst kick donât expect much happiness coming out of beaâs blog.
You reread and reread Pedriâs text. Over and over and.. you get the gist. You couldnât help the pity that built in your heart, but you also couldnât help the anger that arose along with it.
It had only been a week, for Godâs sake. Youâd broken up a week ago and the wound was still fresh. Angry thoughts clouded your mind the whole drive to the hospital, all the way up the elevator, to the door, but the second it opened and your eyes landed on the man you had folded.
Every rage filled feeling disappeared, replaced by the overwhelming urge to comfort him. You hold back, cautiously poking your head through the door. âUh, can I come in?â
At one side of the bed was Pedriâs mother, only furthering to the awkwardness of it all. Seeing your ex and his mother a week after youâd broken up was not something you imagined happening, yet, here you were.
MarĂa stood, her eyes darting between her son and the woman sheâd grown to adore so dearly. She had to fight the smirk threatening her lips when she saw the tension in her sonâs shoulders depleting.
âIâm going to the cafeteria to find your father.â She says, patting Pedriâs head, âitâs nice to see you again.â She offers you a kind smile before rushing out of the room.
âYou too..â You begin, but she was already long gone. Left alone in the depressing hospital room, you find your gaze drifting to his leg. âJesus..â You mumble.
Pedri doesnât say anything, simply letting out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. He watches you carefully as you make your way to the side of his bed.
âI donât.. I donât really know what to, uhmââ You were grasping at straws for something to say. Nothing came to mind, causing a flush to spread across your cheeks along with a nervous laugh.
The tan man couldnât help the way his eyes softened and the small, barely noticeable smile of his lips. Heâd missed you. Everything about you, he had missed. The breakup of course, was his fault. He been so stressed with football that heâd taken it out on you, saying things he didnât mean but couldnât take back.
âYou donât have to say anything.â He speaks, wearily. He wanted so badly for you to just look at him, he didnât blame you for avoiding it, though.
âI feel like I probably should, I mean.. this is..â You were once again, at a loss for words. âIâm so sorry, this sucks.â Pathetic. That was pathetic.
Pedri was unfortunately, very injury prone. Youâd been in this position many times, but this was different. You couldnât rush to his side, you couldnât shower him in apologetic kisses, you couldnât do the things you used to. And those were the only ways you knew how to comfort him.
Your legs brushed against the hospital bedsheets, when you remember. âOh! Shit, I almost forgot, I set them down outside the door because I wasnât sure if they would be appropriate right now.. Wait, Iâll be right back.â And just like that, you were gone, leaving Pedri completely and utterly confused.
When you returned, you had a blanket and, what youâd called the âdesignated hospital hoodieâ in your hands. He recognized them instantly. Your favorite hoodie of his, and the blanket youâd used specifically on the nights heâd stay over and the two of you would fall asleep on the couch.
âI figured it would get cold in here, it always does.â You gingerly hand him the items, freezing when his fingers brushed against yours.
Pedri froze as well, his eyes snapping up to you. âSorry, uhm, thank you. Seriously.â
âItâs no problem.â You cough, âso! How are you? How bad is it?â
Shaking his head with a tired sigh, Pedri winced as he scoots over on the bed, his jaw clenching as he does. âJoder. [fuck] â He hisses in Spanish, taking a second to speak again, âyou can.. sit down yâknow?â
Hesitantly sitting onto the uncomfortable mattress, your eyebrows furrow, âyou shouldnât be moving so much.â You scold, easily slipping back into your old concerned girlfriend mode. âHow many times do I have to remind you there are plenty of chairs I can sit on?â
âAnd how many times do I have to remind you, that I prefer you closer?â He rebutted, the both of you pausing when you realize you werenât allowed to do this back and forth anything.
But, you shrug the feeling off. Despite how things had ended, you loved Pedri. You cared for him. He was hurting, and you were not about to make him hurt any more by opening up the wounds that were still fresh.
âWell, your comfort is a bit more important than your wants.â You crack a small grin, âhow did surgery go?â
Pedri huffs through a painful exhale. âI donât want to talk about medical shit anymore. Iâve had to deal with my families badgering all dayâŚâ He hesitates before continuing, âI know this is overstepping, but could you just.. lay down? You donât haveââ
âIâd lay down if you werenât hogging all the pillows.â You tease, âmove your big head.â Shifting around to a sitting position beside him, you wiggle around till the thin blankets were out from under you and on top of you.
He laughs, the sound sweet and welcoming to your ears. You turn your head to the side, meeting his eyes directly for the first time since you stepped into the room. âThis is only mildly weird.â
âYeah.â He agrees, taking the blanket youâd brought and spreading it out over the two of you. âAnother boundary crossing questionâŚ?â
âI donât see why not.â You swallow, not knowing what was about to come out of your exâs mouth.
âHold me?â He asks with the saddest eyes, âplease?â
Listen, you were no fool. You knew your actions would have consequences. This simple act was going to either lead to your heart breaking even more, or potentially causing you to go against your morals and allow forgiveness.
You couldnât get yourself to speak, instead, you lift your arm to wrap around the back of his neck and your hand came up to rest on his head. Pedri automatically relaxes against your shoulder, letting out a long breath of relief.
You stay like that for a while, your fingers threading through his soft hair while the other hand occupied on his cheek, itâs fingers rubbing smoothly back and forth along his cheekbone. It had always been the way you calmed him down when he was upset. The familiarity tugged at your heart strings and in that moment you didnât care how badly this was going to hurt you, you only cared it would make him feel better.
Plus, he always told you how much peace he felt when he was in your arms, and thats all you wanted him to feel in the moment.
âPedri?â You quietly beckon him to look at you, which he does. His eyes fluttered open and a small hum leaves his lips. âYou know I canât stay..â
He tries to hide his disappointment, but you knew him too well. âI understand. Sorry, I shouldnât have even asked you to come, I know I hurt you.â
âHurt is one way to put it.â You quirk an eyebrow, hiding the genuine words behind a teasing grin.
His eyes flicker around your face, noticing every crack in your expression. âI am sorry. I didnât mean the things I said. I can do better, I will.â
âThatâs not enough. The things you said.. Pedri, I canât just forget them.â Exasperated and ready for the conversation to end, you tap his head. âJust lay back down.â
Pedri shakes his head, âno, we need to talkâI need to talk about this! I donât want you to forget, just hold me accountable and give me another chance.â His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. âPlease, cariĂąo.â
That stupid, stupid, stupid pet name. The only one you ever really loved when it left his lips.
âCan we talk about this when youâre not suffering from an injury? Like, what, two months? When your head is clear, and iâve had time to get over what you said.. you call me. Then, we can talk about it.â You push his head back onto your shoulder and rest yours against his hair.
âOkay. Two months?â Pedriâs hand that had wrapped around your waist, dips under your shirt, rubbing slow circles. âI can do that.â
Pressing a short kiss to his hair, you hum. âIâll leave when your mom comes back. Donât text me or contact me till those two months are up, got it?â
Pedri groaned, ânothing?â
âNothing.â
âFine.â He rolls his eyes.
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Your Arranged Marriage Series
Part 2: Geto Suguru
Word Count: 3k
Synopsis: Youâve always carried the weight of the Zenin name, struggling to live up to a family legacy that crushes more than it elevates. When your father demands you marry one of the few special-grade sorcerers at Jujutsu High or suffer a punishment too brutal to consider, you almost give up. Until Geto Suguru makes that decicion for you...
Warnings: reader is a member of the Zenin family so a lot of trauma lol, physical abuse, so much drama but a ton of fluff in the end, Suguru is our husband y'all
â(y/n).â
It started out like any other normal day at jujutsu high. Going to the classroom with Nanami and Yu, giving it all youâve got despite the fact that you didnât make it past grade 3 since youâve started studying here, meeting up with Suguru and Satoru during break.
Itâs been a comfortable life, more than you could have ever asked for. After all, you are none other than the daughter of the Zenin clanâs leader. The one whoâs supposed to carry on a family of strong jujutsu sorcerers.
You. A grade 3.
âI gave you more than enough time to develop. Fuck, I even arranged you attending that cursed school!â
A rough slap that doesnât even hurt anymore, your skin so adjusted to the sting that you felt nothing but numbness.
âAre you too dumb to understand the whole clan relies on your lousy self?â
He grabbed your hair and yanked you upwards again, forced you to stare straight into his dead eyes.
âIf you arenât capable of becoming a decent jujutsu sorcerer, youâll have to marry one. Maybe your children will be of use.â
YourâŚchildren? Marrying someone back at jujutsu high? What a ridiculous thought, after all, youâre still way too young for something like this-
âIâll give you three months. Three months to find a man who is a special grade jujutsu sorcerer. Three months until you have to get married.â
âButâŚThere are only three special grade sorcerers!â, you protested out of instinct, only to get your mouth forcefully shut by another ruthless slap from your father that felt like breaking your nose.
âSeduce them. Thatâs the least you can do.â
Seduce them. Your gaze drifted towards Satoru and Suguru more than once, wondering if youâd ever dare to make a move on them. They greeted you so friendly, supported you as good as possible. Suguru started giving you training sessions after each and every rough day, taught you on a regular basis in order for you to become stronger.
âDonât be so hard on yourself, (y/n). Even though youâre a Zenin, you donât have to be a special grade sorcererâ, he spoke softly while lifting you off the ground.
âEasy to say when youâre a special grade yourselfâŚâ, you muttered, careful to avoid his gentle gaze.
Suguru has always been to good for this world. Looking out for you when no one else does, supporting you through everything the best he can. Yes, Suguru Geto is the kind of husband every girl you ask for, the boy youâve kept youâre eye on since the first time he spoke to you.
But asking him out, let alone proposing to him for the sake of your own well-being and your lousy family? You could never do that.
No, Suguru deserves way better than you. What if he thinks you only want him because of his title? What if your father digs his mighty claws into him? Thereâs no way in hell youâll ever allow that.
Even if this means directing your fatherâs anger towards you.
âIâve been waiting long enough, (y/n).â
His cold voice cuts through the cheerful air and interrupts even Satoru from saying another playful word. All pairs of eyes are suddenly set on you.
Those of your father included.
âWhy didnât I hear from my daughter those past weeks, huh?â
The blood in your veins freezes immediately, all color draining from your face. This is bad, very very bad. You thought you had more time, one more weeks until youâre due. Your father made it more than clear that heâs expecting a husband from you the next time both of you meet.
And you have to offer nothing but yourself.
âI didnât make itâ, you finally mutter.
âYou disappoint me all over again. Youâve had one job, (y/n). Only one job.â
He steps towards you, cold eyes glaring you straight into the ground. No, not in front of your friends, not when Suguru stands right next to you-
But before youâre even able to protest, your father grabs your uniform and yanks you towards him, your feet dangling in the air.
âYou useless piece of shitâ, he screams on top of his lungs while shaking your, forcing every little bit of air out of your lungs.
âToo dumb to get better than grade 3 and finding a husband whoâs a special grade? Maybe I should kill you right here on the spot, huh?â
Your fatherâs grip on your uniform tightens, his furious eyes darkening. The world starts to blur as you gasp, struggling to breathe, but then-
âLet her go.â
The command is quiet, cold. Suguru steps forward, his face calm but his eyes blazing with a determination that makes your father pause. Suguru's hand is on your fatherâs arm in a flash, prying his fingers off you with a force that leaves no room for resistance.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â, your father hisses, venom lacing his words.
Suguru's gaze doesnât waver.
"If youâre so insistent on a husband for her, then youâll have one. Iâll marry her. Iâm the special grade youâre asking for."
A hush falls over the room, even Satoru, who usually has a comment for everything, is left speechless. The weight of Suguruâs words hangs heavy in the air, settling over you with a mix of relief and fear. This isnât what you wanted for him. This isnât what he deserves. But no word of protest escapes your lips, not when your fatherâs eyes still linger over you dreadfully. What a coward you are, ruining Suguruâs life to safe your own.
After what feels like forever, your father scoffs, but thereâs a glimmer of approval in his gaze. Of course, heâs aware of Suguru Getoâs status, the boy who isnât part of the big jujutsu sorcerer families but still holds breath-taking skills. A pretty good match, a promise to the future.
âFine,â he sneers.
âBut if I see her slipping, sheâll answer to me.â
With that, he storms away, leaving silence and a chill in his wake.
You donât even dare to look at Suguru, embarrassment now swallowing you whole. This canât be true, has to be one of your countless nightmares. Your father basically forcing Suguru to marry you while you stand next to him, doing nothing but watching?Â
âHey, are you alright?â, he questions before gently placing his hand on your shoulder.
âYouâŚYou donât have to do this. I need to find another way-â
âBy marrying another special grade sorcerer? You know that Satoru and I are your only options here at jujutsu high? I can allow him to hurt you.â
âIâŚI just need to get strongerâ, you press out.
âYou need to accept my help. Please, let me do this for you. I canât stand the idea of you getting hurt by your father.â
âBut that means marrying me. That means marrying into that family, that you wonât be able to leave. IâŚI canât ask for something like this. We canât do this.â
You feel like throwing up any given minute, the sudden wave of emotions making you feel dizzy. What are you supposed to do? Why didnât you try harder? There has to be a way out of this, a way to avoid ruining Suguruâs life together with yours.
But to be honest, your head is empty. There isnât a single potential solution you didnât think through already, no way out you didnât try over those past weeks.
You are too weak to meet your fatherâs standards on your own and Suguru is the only way for this arranged marriage to involve someone decent. What if your father decides to find a husband for you?
A dry cough escapes your lips while you try to stop yourself from puking.
Is marrying Suguru really the only way?
-after the ceremony-
The evening is still, blanketed in a quiet Suguru and you can feel as the last traces of daylight fade from the sky. Soft candlelight fills the room, casting a gentle, muted glow on the walls - a stark contrast to the earlier chaos of the ceremony. Despite the festivities, the muted joy, and the unspoken words from family and friends, the reality of this arrangement sits heavy in your chest, and a kind of emptiness clings to you like your skin.
Suguru stands across from you, his tall frame outlined by the flickering light. He looks so calm, so composed, as he usually does, but the gentleness in his eyes now holds something deeper, something unreadable. Heâs here, bound to you, tied to the Zenin family and all of its darkness and expectations, and itâs a thought that makes your stomach twist with guilt.
You can barely look at him as he steps closer, and the silence stretches, each heartbeat a drumbeat of regret echoing in your mind. How you could let things get this far, why did your weakness led you to this night where Suguru is forced to bear a burden that should have never been his? And all of this while he looks so handsome in that dark blue suit.
âIâm⌠Iâm sorry,â you finally murmur, your voice small, almost inaudible.
The words tremble out of you as a flood of emotions swells within, too much to keep contained. Your voice breaks as you continue.
âSuguru, Iâm so, so sorry. I didnât⌠I didnât want this for you.â
â(Y/n),â he says softly, reaching out to you, his hand hovering just above your shoulder as if asking permission to comfort you.
You close your eyes, ashamed, willing yourself not to break down, not to let him see just how torn apart you feel. But his hand gently settles on your shoulder, and itâs enough to dissolve whatever flimsy resolve you had left.
A sob escapes before you can stop it, and the weight of everything, your father, the impossible expectations, the years of feeling like not being good enough and now this forced bond, comes crashing down. Your knees start to give way, and you sink to the floor, unable to hold it in anymore.
âI never wanted this for you,â you whisper between shallow breaths, looking down as you feel tears streak down your face.
âYou deserveâŚyou deserve someone better, someone who doesnât drag you into this horrible family, into this endless cycle of cruelty and control. I should have stopped you, I should have trained harder, should have beenâŚbetterâŚâ
Suguru kneels beside you, one hand gently resting on your back as the other moves to tilt your face up to his. His touch is tender, his gaze unwavering, and he watches you as if youâre the only person in the world who matters.
âI chose this,â he says firmly, his voice steady, a calm assurance anchoring every word.
â(Y/n), you have to understand that Iâm here because I want to be here. Iâm not doing this because of your father, or even for him. I did this because I couldnât stand the thought of you suffering any longer. Because I⌠Iâve wanted to be by your side for a long time.â
The intensity of his words shakes you into a completely different direction. You blink hasty against the coat of tears in your eyes, stunned as his confession begins to sink in. HimâŚwanting to be by your side for a long time?
âIâve loved you for years, (y/n),â he continues, his voice softer now, but still steady.
âI donât know when it started. Maybe it was the way you never gave up, even when everyone seemed to be against you, or maybe it was the way you always cared about others, even if they couldnât see it. You have this strength that you donât even realize. And I fell in love with that strength, with your kindness, your resilience. I fell in love with you.â
Suguruâs words hang in the air, filling the quiet with an overwhelming warmth. Your mind races, trying to comprehend what heâs saying, how he could feel that way, how he could possibly think of you with such admiration. Is it a cruel joke, a nightmare, maybe? How could a man like Suguru Geto ever love someone like you? You canât meet his gaze, your heart pounding, his confession echoing in your mind.
âYouâŚyouâre saying that youâŚâ
The words falter, disbelief woven through them. Youâll never be good enough for a man like him. You, the lousiest member of the Zenin clan, a grade 3 sorcerer while heâs a special grade. Him who is popular wherever he goes, who has countless girls secretly keeping up with his tracks while you always lived in the shadows back at jujutsu high.
HeâŚhe loves you?
âYes,â he whispers, his thumb gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek.
âIâve dreamed of being with you, (y/n). I wished for a future together, one where we could be together without any of this mess, without your fatherâs interference, without any expectations from anyone but ourselves. I wanted us to grow into that future slowly, to experience life together on our own terms. But maybe fate had something else in mind.â
His words are steady, but thereâs a hint of sorrow in them, an echo of the hope for something simpler, something kinder. You can see that he had imagined a different path for the two of you, one free of constraints and family legacies, a journey that wouldâve let him show you his love in its purest form.
âBut Suguru,â you begin, choking back the tears.
âThis family, my family, will try to use you. Theyâll see your strength and skill as a means to control, a way to fulfill their ambitions. Theyâll tie you to this name, weigh you down with the same expectations they forced on me. The only reason for our marriage is the fact that they expect my future children to fill the void my uselessness left.â
Suguruâs gaze hardens slightly, a flicker of defiance breaking through his usual calm.
âLet them try. Iâm not afraid of the Zenin family. I donât want you to worry about that. And if they think they can manipulate me, theyâre wrong.â
His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together with a gentle squeeze.
âI am here because I want to be here. Not because I owe them anything, or because Iâm part of their plan, let alone because I pity you. And no matter what they say or do, my loyalty is to you, and you alone.â
A wave of emotion surges up in your chest again, but this time itâs not guilt or shame. Itâs relief, gratitude, and a kind of hesitant joy that Suguruâs love is real, not just something forced by circumstance. You gaze down at your entwined hands, gaping at the warmth of his skin, the reassurance in his touch and a new sense of calm fills the room.
âCan you forgive me?â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
âFor dragging you into this mess, for⌠everything?â
Suguruâs hand lifts to cup your face, his fingers tracing your jaw with a softness you never experienced before.
âThereâs nothing to forgive. If anything, you gave me a way to protect you, a chance to stand beside you. I canât think of anything Iâd want more.â
Slowly, he leans forward, his forehead resting gently against yours, and you close your eyes, feeling the weight of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing matching your own. The world outside slowly but surely fades away, leaving only the two of you, together in this fragile, newfound peace.
â(Y/n),â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.
âLetâs make this ours. This life, this future⌠we can shape it however we want. Letâs find happiness on our terms, not theirs.â
Tears spill over again, but this time, theyâre different - softer, lighter, filled with joy instead of dread. Itâs as if Suguruâs words have lifted something from you, a burden that youâd carried for too long. For the first time, you allow yourself to imagine a future without fear, a future where you and Suguru can build something beautiful together.
You nod slowly, still overwhelmed, but thereâs a quiet strength blooming inside you, the beginnings of hope.
âIâd like that,â you whisper.
âIâd like that a lot.â
Suguruâs arms wrap around you ever so gently, pulling you close, his embrace steady and unwavering. You allow yourself to relax against him, finally surrendering to the comfort he offers, allowing yourself to feel safe in his arms. Oh, it feels so much better than it did those countless times in you imagination. Not even in your dreams, you allowed yourself the dangerous thought of being by his side. And now? Now this man is your husband, not because he has to, but because he wanted to.
Minutes pass, the silence comfortable, his fingers gently running through your hair as he holds you. Finally, you pull back slightly, meeting his gaze, and you canât help but notice the faint smile on his lips - a smile that seems to hold promises, a shared understanding that goes beyond words.
âWeâll take this one step at a time,â he says. Weâll face whatever comes our way together. I donât care what your father or the Zenin clan throws at us. They donât define us.â
You nod, a faint smile breaking through the lingering sadness.
âI think Iâm starting to believe that tooâŚMaybe.â
Suguruâs smile widens, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls back.
âWeâll make it work,â he assures you, his voice a soothing balm to your soul.
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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 45!
what a week... i'm greatly enjoying all of the post-8x06 buddie fic (many more recs to come!) and took some time to revisit old favourites, which can be found in previous rec lists. enjoy!
this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.
if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!
all that we need | not1_2write | 26.4k | M
When Buck buys a Powerball lottery ticket he doesn't think much beyond his need for change to air up his tire. He forgets all about the ticket until word spreads that the winning ticket was sold in LA and hasn't been claimed yet and pretty much dismisses it. After all, there's no way he won the lottery. Turns out no, he really did win the Powerball, to the tune of 295 million dollars and just in time for Christmas. He's going to make sure the 118 has the best Christmas of their lives. And just maybe he'll have a good one too. idk about all of you but i do dream about winning the lottery regularly (way too often for someone who's never bought a ticket, that's for sure). this is such a lovely look at what buck would do with a whole lot of money <3
i take this magnetic force of a man | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 9k | M
Turns out, he isnât actually afraid of commitment. Heâs just afraid of committing to the wrong thing, or the wrong person. Ana, obviously, had been a mistake, because he hadnât been ready, and heâd put other peopleâs expectations above his own wants and needs. With Marisol, heâs done the same thing. Moved too fast, doing what he thinks is the right thing according to who? His parents? For Chrisâs benefit? Again, pushing past his own comfort, discarding any doubt because it doesnât fit like⌠Like Buck. blanket rec for one of my favourite authors who has been posting incredible fics lately!! this one in particular is so beautifully written and so romantic and just so very buddie <3
if i need to rearrange my particules i will for you | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 7.9k | GA
Eddie catches a cold and Buck takes care of him while having a minor, non-platonic emotional crisis. this is definitely influenced by the fact that i've been ill myself but wow truly nothing hits as hard as buddie taking care of each other when one of them isn't feeling well. the bed sharing in this is so good <3
let me | facewithoutheart/@facewithoutheart | 1.6k | T
Eddie doesn't think he needs romance. Buck, respectfully, disagrees. AKA the fic where Buck picks Eddie up and kisses him breathless against a wall. and buck is so right for doing that!! i love it when buck turns eddie to jello <3 so lovely!
second child, restless child | lesbianrobin/@lesbianrobin | 23k and counting| M
how Evan and Maddie make it out of Pennsylvania, and Buck and Maddie build a family. okay so listen these past few weeks i've been doing this thing where i only rec finished fics, and every time i scroll through my ao3 history for these rec lists, i come across this one and go oh i wish i could rec this already. and then i realised wait it's my rec list i can do whatever i want, and so then i did. anyway, mind the tags for this one, but wow are you in for a treat here! i love the character dynamics (chim is brilliant in this!! and maddie!!) and i'm so so excited to see the rest of this fic unfold <3
said that i was fine, said it from my coffin | justhockey/tumblr | 7.3k | T
And it doesnât matter that he feels like heâs dying. Like the version of himself that heâs always been is suddenly a stranger to him - just a mask heâd spent his entire life hiding behind, without ever even realising he was wearing it. It doesnât matter that Eddie isâŚthat heâs gay. Because he knows - as surely as he knows that the sun will rise again tomorrow - that the only person he has ever, and will ever, truly love is Buck. And Buck isnât his to love. another blanket rec for an author who's been posting incredible fics!! this one in particular has such brilliant eddie characterisation and i just devoured it the second i got that little ao3 email hehe
there's no place like home-spun | icewhisper | 4.1k | GA
Buck has spent most of his life trying to find something to settle fidgeting hands and the restless need for a home. He found the key to the latter when he was thirteen. He finds the former in a cozy home on South Bedford Street with two of his favorite people. (AKA the Buck-crochets fic that literally no one asked for.). this fic makes me want to learn how to crochet. i am the least crafty person ever and i have like minus time but just know that if two weeks from now i'm posting about yarn and crochet hooks and whatnot, it's all thanks to this fic. i love buck who crochets so very much <3
you get your dreams for free | llovely/@butchdiaz| 14.9k | T
five times buck and eddie cuddle drunk and one time they cuddle sober. buddie bed sharing my absolute favourite. i read this late at night curled up under three blankets and it hit just right <3
#a bit of a shorter list than usual cause i've been rereading previously recced stuff#makes me so glad i have a masterlist spreadsheet so i don't have to dig through old posts to see what's been recced before#buddie#buddie fic#buddie fic rec#911 abc#911 fic#911 fic rec#michelleâs recs#fic rec list
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[8:09 pm]
(cw: f!reader)
The car rumbled down the street, a cold silence filled the car. You started out the passenger window while husband!Renjun looked at you from the corner of his eye.
It had been a rough afternoon for the two of you. Renjun failed to tell you about a huge gala he had for work that night even though you had already both agreed to celebrate your wedding anniversary tonight. Your anniversary celebration that had already rescheduled since Renjun would be out of town. You knew this wasnât his fault exactly, he couldnât control when he had to leave for work but the idea of spending your first wedding anniversary alone didnât feel nice.
The gala though, that was his fault entirely. He swore he told you but there were no texts, emails, and nothing in the calendar you both kept up to date. Not to mention that he had told you it was black tie with only 3 hours until he had to be there.
You had wasted half an hour of that time arguing, another hour and a half getting ready and the last hour walking around department stores and boutiques looking for a dress that fit the dress code. And Renjun had been a major pain in your ass the entire time!
He would excitedly tell you found something and when you turned he would be holding a bright, gaudy dress with entirely too many ruffles. He did that countless times and each time you fell for it. You were already annoyed that he had waited until the last second, annoyed that the reservations you had planned were now useless, and annoyed that you had to spend your honorary wedding anniversary shmoozing Renjunâs coworkers.
He tried to make you laugh, tried to compliment you, talk to you like everything was ok but you wouldnât budge! He sighed, fingers tapping at the steering wheel nervously, âyou really do look beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly.â
You huffed like a grumpy child, âno, it doesnât. Itâs too long and the chest is too big.â
âWell, I canât tell, you look gorgeous.â
âAnother thing you donât pay attention to,â you murmur under your breath.
Renjun sighs, pulling into the front of the venue and sliding out of the car to give the keys to the valet. The valet gets to your door before he can, but he can feel his nerves calm when you hook your arm through his. He tried to help you fix the skirt of your dress but you swatted his hands away.
He groaned under his breath, fine, if you wanted to be petty, he could be even more petty. He knew he messed up, but geez woman! How many time were you going to make him apologize?!
He straightened out his bow tie and entered the venue with you on his arm. He smiled at one of his bosses and walked over, âMr. Lim! So good to see you again! I donât know if you remember but this is my darling wife.â His hand squeezed your waist as he drawled out the word âdarling.â You smiled and introduced yourself to the older man, standing by as the ever interested wife as they both made small talk.
Every introduction that followed was the same. You were Renjunâs beloved wife, his dear wife, his sweet wife, the wife he adored and with every introduction you felt the genuine disappointment from earlier melt into mild, playful annoyance.
After Renjun had had enough of introductions and led the two of you to your seats you finally took the bait. âI know what youâre doing Mr. Huang, just because you describe me with all these cute little adjectives doesnât mean youâre forgiven.â
Renjun hides a smile from behind the rim of his glass, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh! This is my precious wife who I love with my whole heart and soul, do you remember her?â You mimic in a low growl.
Renjun laughs brightly, âI donât sound like that! And I didnât gush about you like that.â
âYou basically did. Now everyone here knows who wears the pants in this marriage.â
Renjun grabs your hands and waits for you to look at him. When you do you find his gaze soft and apologetic, âI really am sorry. It completely slipped my mind and in the future I will absolutely stay on top of keeping you informed. Can you find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to forgive me?â
You fiddled with the wedding band on his ring finger, âIâm more annoyed that you kept pulling hideous dresses when we didnât have a lot of time to get here.â
âI will never, and I mean never, give you fake fashion advice again.â
âWell, Iâm sorry for throwing a fit about it too. I accept your apology, my favorite husband.â
âHey! Iâm your only husband. Forever.â
#kpop imagines#kpop au#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#nct#nct fluff#nct x reader#nct imagines#nct timestamps#nct dream#nct dream imagines#nct dream timestamps#nct dream x reader#nct dream fluff#renjun x reader#renjun imagines#renjun fluff#renjun drabble#renjun timestamps#renjun blurbs
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JAMES FUCKING READER WHO IS DAVEâS GIRLFRIEND AFTER KICKING HIM OUT OF THE BAND (sorry dave đ)
YOU ARE SICK AND TWISTED AND I LOVE IT
i did a drabble on this before but it was never public so using some stuff from that hehehe (80s jamey obviously)
hetfield x afab reader
part 1(?)
cw: smut, pre established story, cheating, fingering, light degrading, praise, sneaking in
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you and James had been messing around for months, despite your terrible guilt youcouldnât resist James, it had all started months ago when you were at a party hosted at Metallicaâs shoddy little group house they shared. you were quite tipsy, Dave had filtered off somewhere and passed out while talking to Lars, James had sat down on the couch next to you and offered you a cigarette which you graciously took.
you really did care for Dave but as of recent you couldnât take his behaviour, that night they had argued and Daveâs hotheaded temper left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you promised Cliff at least youâd be at that party. A few drinks and a couple cigarettes later, you and James were feverishly making out on the couch and getting a little too handsy in the absence of everyone else, the two of you had connected as friends but it all devolved with the drinking and talking.
the next morning you swore to yourself youâd never let it happen again. but a sobering fact was thrown in your face, Dave was kicked out of the band, suddenly he was on you like a fly on shit being so clingy. you felt awful, you were planning to break up with him because of last nightâs events left you considering your relationship and the passion you were missing but Dave was such a sweet guy, you couldnât do it. the guilt was immense but you couldnât add to that right now, itâd be so cruel.
that never stopped James, for the next few weeks the cocky bastard would sneak into you place, climb through you bedroom window, sometimes even when Dave was there, heâd find a way to get to you.
this particular evening you were laid on your stomach on your shared bed in the home you shared with Dave, kicking your feet idly, studying for a course you were taking, the air was nice and breezy, the window wide open on that particular summer evening. it was around 7pm and the sun showed no signs of setting, casting a warm glow all across the house through the windows. you were twirling and fidgeting with your hair as he was reading, humming lightly to a Metallica song (yikes) as you read your textbook, your mind just absorbing as much information as possible and getting so lost in it you didnât even hear the sound outside the window fully. you assumed it was Dave who was downstairs playing guitar and shrugged it off, your mind drifting off to James for a second and you felt your whole body fill up with adrenaline, lust, excitement and heavy guilt all at the same time. A confusing mix that left you breathless, always.
and when James was around? you were practically a brainless and needy mess even if you would repeat over and over again how they couldnât, how violently wrong it was, how they couldnât do this, James would always get you in the end.
the two of you hadnât gone the full way yet but something in Jamesâ brain knew that you wouldnât be able to resist him much longer. he could tell you felt so giddy whenever you thought about James, heâd seen it in passing before heâd crawl through your window most nights, the way your eyes would light up randomly whenever his songs came on or you discovered something heâd left subtly to mark his territory as - thatâs what he considered it as.
he was your secret, your horrible, awfulâŚ.dirty, exciting, secret and you had absolutely no idea James was currently climbing up to and slipping through his window for the umpteenth time these past few weeks, approaching you from behind sneakily to get you spooked.
It wasnât until you felt cold hands brace the bottom of your back, curling around your hips that you squealed, that was until a large hand came around to cover your mouth.
âmiss me, baby?â
he cooed quietly, a shit eating grin on his face as he met your eyes in the mirror by your bed, chuckling softly as your body relaxed, he took those few seconds to flip your body to face him, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed as he leaned over you.
âJames! you scared this shit out of me! you canât be here!â
youâd protest, as usual, and as usual it would fall on deaf ears. his hands were already working away, tugging your shirt up and pulling your shorts down.
âdonât lie, sweetheart, you missed me so much, look at youâŚalready soakingâŚmm, Dave really has to up his game before i steal you away for myself, huh?â
he purred in your ear, condescending as usual but he knew you liked it, being belittled and praised all at the same time. the power he had over you made him dizzy, made him crave this over any other random hookup he could get, obvious in the way he touched you with outright desperation, eager fingers delving into your panties and right over your clit in torturous circles.
âs-stop! stop, Jamey, we canât! heâs downstairs! i told you not to come here anymoreâŚI-âŚâ
the moan that escaped your lips was even more desperate than his frantic touch, you knew in that moment that youâd given as much away, and judging by the sly grin on his face and the small tilt of his head, you were in for it.
âoh? did you say something, darling? i canât quite hear you over those needy moans of yours.â
you tried to protest again, honestly you did, but before you could even make a sound, his fingers slipped in and curled right up to that sweet spot that had you trembling.
âyou were saying?â
he teased, pumping his fingers slowly, just enough to have you whimpering which was quickly silenced by his lips, crashing against yours in a frenzy, a deep sigh of satisfaction escaping him as you let him in once more, tongues exploring. heâd been waiting for this all fucking day, between long hours at practice and droning conversations with managers and people who thought they knew better than him, relief teetered right on the edge and he intended to take it.
âwhat? canât speak all of a sudden?â
you hated how he got to you like this, but you nodded in agreement anyways, it was agony, pure sweet agony,. he kept hitting the right spot each time, every pump his pace picked up, the whimpers and moans escaping your muffled mouth were filthy and he loved it, his hand over your lips adding to the taboo of the whole ordeal and as much as it was awful, it was intoxicating and it got you off like nothing else. soon enough that familiar feeling was brewing, taut in your belly like a string about to snap, your eyes met him in a silent beg.
he grinned once more, that familiar smile that he knew you hated because it always signalled mischief, he pulled his fingers out right when you needed them the most, leaving you looking dumbfounded and pathetic. tonight was the night, the night he would truly have you, he cupped your face and leaned in for a surprisingly gentle kiss, leaving the both of you dizzy and flushed, he nipped on your lower lip before pulling back and whispering.
âspread your legs, sweetheart, iâve got plans for you, can you be a good little slut and take it?â
#RAUUUUGH HI IM BACK#half inspired by the lack of stuff im seeing lately#let me know if you want a part 2!!#i had more thoughts but it was getting quite long sooo#eeeee!#axeâs thoughts#james hetfield#metallica#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield smut
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HOW THE HOUSEWARDENS ACT W/ A BABY (not their own, they're all still underage)
RIDDLE:
-man this guy is so bad with babies, but damn it if he isn't efficient
-he'll make sure that the physical needs are taken care of, but that's not entirely what a baby needs.
-but a baby can't tell you what exactly it needs so it'll just be stressful for both of them until he figures it out
-it might be a while
-doesn't do super well with physical affection (giving)
-he probably won't burn down the house to make a bottle for the baby but he will stress about the temperature and it'll go cold before he's satisfied and it'll repeat the process ad infinitum
LEONA:
-pls the baby he knew was cheka, and he was easy he's got this (NOT)
-lion man just wants to sleep and does not appreciate being woken up for feedings or changings or anything else
-doesn't care about bottle temp, milk is milk
-won't show but is a little stressed about having claws vs incredibly fragile baby skin
-genuinely confused to as why not all babies are not like Cheka
-after a while he'll get down the baby language and be so fast at it, just to maximize his sleep
-hey if it works it works
AZUL:
-another one not really fit for children
-would try to foist off the child to the leeches, and then realize that unfortunately he is the much better option (because morays eat their young)
-he will do his best tho and he will do an almost perfect job
-he just...overestimates human baby milestones
-it's ok, it can go one of two ways. either the parent is delighted by fast progress or Azul feels embarrassed
-like riddle, doesn't super love the whole physical contact thing
-also secretly i'd think he'd be great to talk to for anything involved in being recognized outside of your children or a body dysmorphia kind of depression cause same
KALIM:
-mans has 40 siblings or something
-i trust him, but he can be a little...cloud heavy
-he will make sure that baby is cuddled, and fed, and played, but sleeping is not his thing. adorable, but babies are AWAKE around him
-plus he's had servants that take care of the gross parts so he's clueless about how messy babies usually are
-jamil would lose his mind having two people to take care of, one infinitely more dependent than the other
-as much as i love him, don't give him a baby
VIL:
-he wouldn't try very hard
-babies are hard and he's not planning to babysit very long, he has more important things to do, but in the meantime
-this baby will be TAKEN CARE OF
-he bought a lot of...well...everything and all the excess goes to the parents.
-the cutest outfits you've ever seen
-detests changing and other gross parts but will do it
-does not like the not sleeping part, but he will admit they are very cute
IDIA:
-you're playing with fire here
-the only baby he's ever been around was Ortho, and that...ended terribly
-panicking every single second, and rapidly googling every time the baby breathes a little weird
-builds an automated bottle warmer and baby rockers so he has minimal contact with the baby as possible
-until Ortho says that skin to skin or physical contact is best for optimal health
-he'll whine and cry but do it, for a super short amount of time
-made an automatic changing station so he never does the gross parts
MALLEUS:
-adores children. they do not adore him.
-he can scare them a bit being all dark colors and rbf
-but he does theoretically know how to take care of a human baby
-i don't think silver should count since he's more of a changling
-will not put the baby down unless absolutely necessary (my kind of guy)
-the baby lives in a singular too big shirt or the most regal ensemble you've ever seen. no in between
-doesn't bother with changing since he can just magic it away
-also buys everything for the baby and keeps half for when he hopes to be asked to babysit again
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia#twst#twst prompt#inspired by my baby cousin giving me baby fever#he's so darn cute and my family literally#never puts him down or gets him dressed in a full onesie cause he's always snuggled up to someone#always#i cannot stress this enough#it's a fight for him at my house and i'm so jeolous i don't get to hold him everyday#weird superpower i have#i can sniff out a baby even if i can't see it on the other side of a room#idk there's just like a smell#and i'm good at discerning their sounds#it's like i can zero in like a radar
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Creepypasta height/build headcanons
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IM NOT DEAD!!! This is js a little something to hold y'all over for a bit, so enjoy, cutie pies!!! :3
I've also decided to hold off on doing requests because I've realized that I've been focusing WAY TOO MUCH on the requests instead of writing my own ideas :P
Included creeps: Eyeless jack, Ticci Toby, Ben drowned, Clockwork
TW: Mention of self harm scars, open wounds(?), and scars in general
Eyeless Jack
6'2-6'5, very broad shoulders and just broad in general. Also heavily muscled, my man has some GUNS on him. He has some man boobs (foaming at the mouth and drooling writing that). He'd have bigger hands, they could literally wrap around yours like nothing because of how giant this man(?) is. He also has stretch marks all around his body because of how quickly his body changed from the whole demon transformation thing. I like to think that he has a tail, kinda like a lion's tail. It's grey like the rest of him but has a little tuft of black fur on the end of it. It has little peach fuzz running along the grey parts of it. He also has pointed ears. They're mostly like elf ears, pinned to his head and pointed at the ends. Definitely has retractable claws too!
Ticci Toby
5'10-5'11. Seems pretty lanky at first but has a major sleeper build. Has a decent amount of muscle on him. Pretty skinny, long arms, legs and fingers for sure, always warm too because his body heat doesn't regulate itself, so that can be a major benefit (or disadvantage LMAO). He's pretty proud of his body and general build because he used to just be just skinny, he feels like he can "show up" his past bullies with how he looks now and is actually able to defend himself properly. Toby would also have scars from getting hurt because of his job as a proxie and from hurting himself. He would have some self harm scars because he just wants to make himself feel pain for once, but ultimately fails everytime. He'd have scars all over his fingers from biting the skin off, a couple on his torso and back from work, and self harm scars. I think that the gash in his mouth would start to heal but then he'd end up chewing it off again, so that one isn't a scar just more of an open wound if anything. He would definitely have some piercings. An eyebrow one, lip ring, and his nose. He would definitely chew on his lip ring without realizing it and totally prevent it from healing correctly or even at all.
BEN drowned
Like Toby he's also skinny. His duties as a proxie don't need him to have as much muscle as anyone else in the manor, so he's just lanky. He's pretty average height 5'6-5'8, nothing too major. I like to think that he has super long hair, down to about his lower back. Most of the time he just puts it into a pony tail and calls it a day. Whenever he wants to spice it up he does little braids in his hair and leaves it down. He's basically the epitome of the whole "lanky gamer boy" stereotype. Most of the time he's freezing cold (it's a ghost thing). He also has elf ears, it's a given considering it's Ben. He would have a couple of piercings, snakebites and an eyebrow!
Clockwork
5'10. Very muscular and pretty broad. Definitely packing when it comes to arm muscles, the rest of her body is also really tones and muscular but she tends to focus more on her arms and back. Her hair goes to a little bit below her shoulders, some simple light brown highlights in her hair. The highlights are mostly worn out but she makes it look HOT. She has a couple of scars from incidents that she's had during missions or training. A decent sized one on her shoulder, a pretty big one below her ribcage, and some other ones here and there.
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#eyeless jack#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#ticci toby creepypasta#ticci toby#clockwork creepypasta#clockwork#crp#ben drowned
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im going to say something slightly mean which is that i think there is an imagined aspect of jayce and viktor's relationship that the audience is projecting onto them that actually is not supported by the text itself and that imagined facet is the reason people think their parting is rushed more than the issues with the actual show's pacing đ
like i do think some of what jayce actually SAYS in that scene feels kind of clunky and unearned and sorta tropey, not because of who jayce is, but because it feels like they had to cut some interstitial tissue for the sake of time constraints, but even if they hadn't had to i cannot fathom that scene being extended more than like....a minute. like what kind of argument are they going to have that wasn't the one that actually transpired?
i think it's pointed that viktor is weirdly emotionally stunted and icy after he was such an impassioned person in s1 and he said everything there was to say anyway, just with a colder affect. i guess jayce could have said "hey viktor wait" like. one more time lol but in general if you take everything we have presented by the text on its face their immediate falling out could never have been that long a conversation because there isn't actually that much to argue about. jayce did what he thought was right and what is the normal human thing to do (broke his promise to save his friend that he loves and cares about) and viktor did not want him to do that. which is literally what they said to each other. very directly.
also it's like...supposed to be cold and sad. i don't think viktor is going to be the sole big bad of the show but i do think that the whole point of what we've seen so far in act i is that the arcane is inhuman and strange and kind of hard to understand and viktor has been partly absorbed into that and jayce is still very very human and full of all his hopes and ideals and therefore not able to grasp the arcane's true nature yet. a like. screaming lover's spat or whatever was not going to happen given the narrative positions that these two characters occupy. it doesn't even happen really between the two characters who are actually lovers â cait and vi have an somewhat equivalently long (so pretty short) moment of disagreement before cait hits vi in the stomach and leaves. anything else would have felt like fanfictiony and cheap imo
#and it's not like this is the one and only time they're ever going to talk???? like pls they will REVISIT this disagreement#jayce#viktor#s2 spoilers
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Playground Love
principles and piercings
warnings: dad!alex, fluff, talking, thatâs it, the kid is mentioned but not present
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The sound of the door seemed to echo through the empty house, punctuating your frustration. You slammed it behind you, exhaling a rough, irritated breath. âFuck.â The word left your lips in a low groan, half-lost in the rumble of thunder that chased you inside. The rain hadnât just soaked you â it had become a cold, unyielding second skin, seeping through your sweater, tracing icy rivulets down your neck and arms. Each drop felt like a reminder of his refusal to leave the house this morning, his insistence that you go instead. All because he insisted on playing his brooding poet routine. Stuck inside like a house cat that could no longer bear the sun, playing reclusive vampire. As if the world outside these walls had become foreign, too bright, too sharp for him to tread.
The sky was a dense shade of grey, heavy with clouds that looked like bruises on the horizon. The air had smelled thick and metallic, almost electric, as if the storm carried something more ominous in its folds. And yet, heâd chosen to stay here, curled up in his warm little corner, lost in whatever book had captured his interest this time, entirely detached from the reality you had to walk through alone.
As you shrugged off your drenched coat, it landed with a damp, resigned thud on the hallway bench. The boots took more effort, sticky from mud and pooling rainwater, but you tugged them off and let them drop, watching as small puddles began to spread across the floor. Normally, youâd tidy it up, make sure the mess didnât creep into the house. Today, you let it lie there, like a silent reminder of what youâd endured.
You made your way through the silent house, feeling the warmth of it slowly seep into your bones. And thatâs when you spotted him, his little mop of hair barely visible above the couch cushions, the tips messy and almost comically unkempt, contrasting with the stillness of the room. He sat in his typical lounging position, legs tucked under him, shoulders hunched slightly, a small crease on his forehead as he concentrated on the words in front of him. His headphones were big, cocooning him in sound, book in one hand, and a cup of tea cradled in the other, the soft tendrils of steam curling up like wisps of smoke.
You could tell from the slight furrow in his brow and the relaxed set of his jaw that he was somewhere else entirely, lost in a place he always retreated to. He hadnât noticed you â he never did, not when he was like this. You watched as he flipped a page, moving as if in a trance, his thumb tracing the corner of the bookâs edge in a habitual, absent-minded way, like the very act of reading was a ritual for him.
You stayed rooted to the spot for a moment, half-amused, half-annoyed. Donât do it, donât do it, donât do it, you thought, a mantra fighting against the urge that was rising within you. But his hair looked so irresistibly soft, so inviting, and that little voice inside you â the one that always wanted to shake him out of his dreamy, unreachable state â was louder today. Heâd been distant for days now, and this simple, innocent moment of solitude felt almost selfish, given the morning youâd had.
He deserved a jolt back to reality, you reasoned. A reminder that you were still here, dripping wet from the storm he had refused to brave.
You let your hand hover just above his head, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, to see the finer details of the little dark waves framing his face. And then, with a quick, almost mischievous swipe, you tangled your fingers in his hair, giving it a deliberate tousle.
Perfect. Just enough to pull him out of his own head.
The reaction was immediate. He tensed, his whole body freezing for a split second before he jerked just enough to spill a splash of tea over his fingers. He whipped around, tugging off his headphones with a startled look, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of surprise and irritation that slowly shifted to something softer when he saw your dripping clothes, the slight smirk on your face.
âReally?â he murmured, the ghost of a smile flickering at the corner of his lips.
âReally.â you replied, letting the word hang in the air, as if daring him to argue.
He looked down at his tea-stained hand, holding it up with an exaggerated sigh as if the sticky mess were some grand tragedy. His fingers curled, studying the small streaks that glistened against his skin, almost contemplative. He opened his mouth, maybe to complain, maybe to tease, but you cut him off.
âYou couldâve done the school run.â you said, your tone light but laced with an unmistakable edge. âItâs just rain, not lava.â
He looked back at you, his eyes widening a fraction, a bemused expression flickering across his face as he processed your words. âI hate the rain.â he said, the statement soft, almost gentle, as if reminding you of something youâd forgotten about himself.
You shrugged, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from the lingering dampness that still clung to your skin. âI hate a lot of things too.â you replied, though your voice softened as you watched him. âBut I went anyway. Because she wanted someone to walk her in.â
He seemed to take that in, letting it settle in the silence between you, his gaze dropping to his tea-stained hand, then back to you, the smallest trace of guilt flashing across his face. You reached out, took his cup, and wrapped your chilled hands around its warmth. He watched as you took a long, slow sip, savouring the taste of the drink you hadnât even made, letting the warmth seep into you while his eyes lingered on you with something like quiet regret.
The storm outside raged on, thunder rumbling low, but in here, in this small, still room, everything seemed to slow down. The two of you sat there, tangled in a shared silence, an unspoken understanding hanging heavy between you both. The rain might still be falling, but here, wrapped in his gaze and the faint aroma of tea and damp wool, you almost felt warm again.
Without a second thought, you sank down onto the couch beside him, invading his space, still damp and dripping. He could feel the cold fabric of your clothes sticking to his leg, but he didnât move. If anything, he seemed to settle deeper into the cushions, unfazed, watching you with that quiet, stubborn gaze of his. The book, the well-worn Nabokov novel heâd been pouring over for days, slipped from his hand and came to rest on the coffee table, forgotten in favour of this small exchange.
He didnât say a word as he reached for you, his hands curling around your ankle. With a practised focus, he began pulling off your damp socks, his fingers deft but gentle, peeling the fabric away like it was some chore heâd taken upon himself long ago. His thumb brushed the arch of your foot, lingering just enough to send a warm spark up your leg. You knew what he was doing, you could feel the unspoken offer in his touch. Youâd come back from the rain, chilled and annoyed, and he would be the antidote to all of it, the warmth to counter your cold.
âDespair?â you asked, nodding at the worn paperback now lying on the table.
âYeah.â he replied without opening his eyes, pressing his thumb deeper into the soft skin of your foot, working out the tension that had gathered there from the cold walk.
âAgain?â you asked, with a bemused little smile. Youâd watched him read Despair more times than you could count, seen the way he lingered over certain passages as if trying to unlock some hidden truth buried in the sentences.
âWell, it seems so, doesnât it?â He looked up, a sly glint in his eyes as he took in your expression, the corners of his mouth quirking into the barest hint of a smirk.
You raised an eyebrow, playing along. âYou gonna go through with it this time?â
âWhat? My own murder?â His smirk widened.
âI could do it for you, you know.â you said, feigning an air of indifference. âYou couldnât even get your kid to kindergarten â I doubt youâre qualified for something as ambitious as self-sabotage.â
He scoffed, but you saw the amusement flicker across his face. âProbably not.â he muttered, his voice dropping to something softer, almost pensive. âIâd mess that one up too.â
His hand shifted, his fingers pressing insistently into the sole of your foot, kneading, coaxing the tension out of you with a subtle, possessive touch. He watched as you shifted under his hands, his gaze steady, challenging. And as his fingers pressed, you pushed back, just enough to test his patience, to feel the resistance in his grip. His eyes darkened, a silent warning in his gaze.
But why would you listen to him?
You pressed harder, a slow, playful pressure against his hand, and he raised an eyebrow. He tightened his grip, his thumb digging in with renewed insistence, letting you feel the full weight of his focus as he worked, as if he could undo more than just the aches in your body, as if he could unearth something deeper in you, something he knew you were holding back.
He leaned in, his breath ghosting across your cheek as he murmured, âYou think you could manage it?â
âWhat, getting rid of you?â you asked, your tone light, though you could feel the intensity thickening the air between you, wrapping around you like the rain-soaked clothes clinging to your skin.
He tilted his head, his lips curving in that knowing way of his, a slow, calculating smile as his gaze travelled over your face, settling somewhere just beyond your eyes. âWell,â he said softly, âyou seem pretty adept at destruction. Thought Iâd be spared for a bit.â
His thumb pressed deeper into the arch, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction, to see if youâd break first, if youâd turn away or push back again. But you held his gaze, the words catching somewhere in your throat, held there.
âThat so?â you said, tilting your head as you watched him, your voice low, as if you were offering him something far more dangerous than he was ready for.Â
In the dim light of the sitting room, shadows played across his face, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw, the unruly hair that fell across his brow, the softness that lingered at the edges of his mouth even as his eyes held that impenetrable gaze. You could feel it gathering, the way the air seemed to hold its breath between you, as if it were waiting for one of you to give in.
But he held steady too, unwavering. He let his hand drift up, his fingers brushing your ankle with a gentle insistence that made you want to shiver. âYou donât want to be in charge of my destruction.â he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. âYou like having something to fight against.â
âOh, do I?â you countered, feeling the pull, feeling the tension draw you closer to him, like a thread strung taut between you both, waiting to snap.
He leaned back, his gaze unreadable, but his hand remained on you, warm and grounding, as if he could keep you tethered to him. âYeah.â he murmured, a smile just brushing his lips, like he was sharing a private joke with himself. âYou love the fight.â
He closed his eyes again, pressing his thumb in one last time, a lingering pressure that seemed to say he knew you better than youâd ever admit, that he saw the dark, hidden corners you tried to keep from him. You felt it â the quiet ache that simmered between you both, like an unhealed bruise, tender and waiting for the next touch.
âSoâŚPoppy-â you began, voice careful, trying to ease into what you wanted to say. The words were still a half-formed thought in your mind, and you were searching for a way to soften them, to bring them up without triggering one of his spiralling, introspective rants that would turn a simple conversation into a storm.
But he interrupted before youâd even figured out how to say it. âWhat? Did she want me to walk her?â He said it with that same, quiet self-reproach, already trying to shoulder a blame that hadnât even been cast. That was the way he worked â always a little too ready to bear the weight, to assume that heâd fallen short.
You let out a sigh, more exasperated at the rain than at him. âNo, youâre fine, Al.â Your hand slid over his, prying it gently from your foot, which he had clutched a little too tightly. His fingers held on tight before finally releasing, almost reluctant to let go. You pulled your leg back, shuffled into the corner of the couch, and leaned into it, letting your back slump down, finally allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of it. Your feet came up onto the coffee table, as if claiming that little space for yourself, unguarded and tired.
You patted the cushion beside you, a soft, wordless command. âSit.â
And he did, moving closer, his gaze subdued, that obedient feline quality settling back over him, turning him soft and pliable as he folded himself to rest his head in your lap. His eyes drifted up to the ceiling rather than meeting your own, though you knew he could feel the quiet gravity in your touch, the way your fingers began moving through his hair, each pass aimed towards calming him. The warmth began to seep into your skin, radiating from him, taking the last chill of the rain from your bones.
He lay still, his face turned upward, shadows pooling beneath his eyes as he stared with an intensity that seemed directed at something only he could see. His voice, when it came, was soft, raw, like he was sharing something fragile, something he wasnât sure youâd want to hear. âI got better, right?â His tone was almost tentative, like he needed the words to land softly, like he was testing their truth. âI know I wasâŚpretty bad at this when she was littler. And I had that wholeâŚthing.â
He trailed off, but you knew exactly what he meant. Those times heâd tried so hard to keep hidden, when the house had felt more like a place you both haunted than lived in. The times when his silences had grown so deep, you worried they might swallow him whole. But heâd pulled through â though not without scars, not without shadows that still lingered.
âAnd I thinkâŚI think I was depressed.â he continued, his voice almost a whisper, as if naming it gave it too much power, as if he could scare it off by speaking it quietly. âBut I donât think I am anymore. Iâm better, arenât I?â
You nodded, letting the gentle motion of your hand convey your answer. You could feel his breath shift, his body relax as he let himself trust in the rhythm of your touch, let himself believe in what he couldnât see from his place in your lap. âBut I just- sometimes I feel like I need a break, you know? Like I need to step back, just for a moment, so I can keep beingâŚbetter.â He sighed, and it sounded almost like a confession. âIâm sorry you had to go through the rain and everything. I shouldâve gone. Iâll take her tomorrow, I promise.â
He promised.
The words hung between you, solid and steady, a commitment you could feel resonating through his voice, through the weight of his head in your lap, through the way his hand drifted to rest on your knee as if he needed something to hold him there. And you knew he meant it, even if you could also feel the fragility in his words, that lingering hesitation, the quiet plea beneath the promise. He was asking you to trust him again, toâŚbelieve. In this version of himself, the one that was still trying to figure out how to hold the weight of all the things heâd once tried to escape from.
You didnât say anything. You didnât need to. Your fingers continued their slow rhythm, threading through his hair, smoothing it, grounding him, answering his unspoken question with each gentle stroke.
The storm outside had settled to a quiet murmur, the rain drumming softly against the window panes. He reached up, his hand curling around yours, guiding it down to his chest, holding it there like he needed you to feel his heartbeat, the steady proof of his presence, of the life he was still fighting for, day by day. The pulse thrummed beneath your fingers, warm and steady and real.
His eyes drifted closed under the weight of his quiet admission. You felt something ease inside you too, some small place that had held itself closed for too long. Maybe you didnât need words all the time.Â
âShe wants to get her ears pierced.â you said, finally finishing the thought that had been lingering. Youâd been wondering how to say it without sparking one of his reactions, but as soon as the words left your mouth, his head snapped toward you, his face already set with that familiar, stubborn frown.
âNo.â he replied flatly, as if the answer were obvious and non-negotiable.
You blinked, not sure whether to laugh or protest. âWhat do you mean, ânoâ?â you asked, voice edging with challenge, but you could tell by the set of his jaw and the way his eyes narrowed that he was digging his heels in.Â
âMy say is no.â he repeated, his voice low and unyielding, like that was all there was to it. You could tell he was ready to defend his stance, even if he hadnât thought it through entirely.
Your hand stilled in his hair, and you saw his mouth twitch in offence as he noticed the sudden absence of your touch. âWhyâd you stop?â he muttered, almost wounded.
âMaybe my say is yes,â you shot back, leaning into him slightly, challenging him with a small smirk.Â
âWell, I donât want her to.â he answered, sitting up properly now, his full attention at play. His eyes were serious, like heâd decided to double down rather than let this slide.
âYou sound like my father.â you retorted, the words slipping out before youâd fully realised what you were saying. The expression on his face faltered for a moment, and he looked almost chastened, but then his defences rose again.
âOh, come on, donât say that.â He rolled his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh, though you could tell he didnât want to come across as unreasonable.
You relaxed back into the couch, giving him a softer look. âShe saw mine this morning, you know? She was looking at my nose and asked what it was, and she said she wants pretty earrings in her ears, like some of the girls in her class.â You could still picture Poppyâs face as sheâd gazed up at you with wide eyes, all that wonder and excitement. It had surprised you, the way sheâd connected that small detail to something she wanted to experience herself.
âI thought you took that out?â he asked, his voice softening as he leaned closer to you, his hand finding its way back to your knee, thumb rubbing circles into the bone. âI always loved your septum ring.â
âI did take it out, but it didnât close up. This morning, I just thought Iâd try, and it went in easily. Iâve been wearing it up-â
âYou should wear it again.â he interrupted, his tone softer, and you caught a hint of that wistfulness he never let show. âThe silver ring. The thin one. That was my favourite.âÂ
You shook your head, trying to deflect his sentiment even as you felt yourself soften. âI donât care what your favourite was.â
âOh, really?â he said, smiling with that hint of mischief, the edge of his mouth quivering as he tilted his head to look at you, challenging you in his own quiet way. He shifted, closing the space between you, and his gaze held you, pulling you in like it always did, no matter how many times youâd promised yourself you wouldnât let him win.Â
âOkay.â he murmured, as if conceding, but his smile stayed. And as you slid back into the couch, he moved easily, resting his head in your lap again, his body finding its way back to that comfortable position as if heâd never left. His hand came to rest over your knee, anchoring himself there, his eyes glinting with amusement as they drifted back to your nose.Â
âI can see it now.â he teased, his voice low and playful as his hand drifted upward, his fingers reaching closer to your nose.
You leaned back, feigning exasperation, though you couldnât quite hide your smile. âDonât stick your fingers up my nose, Alex.â you warned, but the laughter was already threatening to break through.
He chuckled, eyes glimmering with that irrepressible mischief. âOh, come on.â he said, brushing your hand away with a playful insistence. âI think Iâve stuck myself up enough places inside you for this to not be a problem, babe.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, but he was faster, his fingers brushing against your nose, nudging the ring down so it was visible. The small, silver balls glinted beneath your nose, a sudden reminder of a version of you he hadnât seen in a while.
âThere it is.â he whispered, his eyes soft as he took you in, his thumb brushing lightly over the silver ring as if rediscovering something precious. Then a glint of mischief flashed across his face, and he grinned. âHehe, two little balls hangingâŚlooks familiar.â
You rolled your eyes, amused, exasperated. âOh my god, Alex. You are so mature.â But you couldnât help the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, warmth spreading through you as you tried â and failed â to keep a straight face.
He reached up, brushing his thumb over the bridge of your nose. You felt yourself melt slightly as he tilted his head, studying you with those eyes that somehow managed to see past everything.
âYou know,â he murmured, his voice soft, almost shy in a way that felt rare, âyou look more like you, with this. Like the you I fell in love with.â His eyes traced your face, lingering over every familiar line and curve. You could feel his hand warm on your leg. âI mean, not that you arenât you now, butâŚI donât know, you look like youâre a little moreâŚalive.â
You felt a flush creeping into your cheeks, not entirely sure what to say. But the honesty in his face held you there, kept you from pulling away as his fingers brushed over the small silver ring again. You reached out, brushing your fingers along his cheek, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble beneath your fingertips. His eyes closed for a moment, savouring the simple contact, and when they opened again, there was a softness there, a vulnerability that he kept hidden from the world but shared with you in quiet moments like these.
âMaybe,â you said softly, fingers still resting against his cheek, âPoppy just wants to feel a little more like herself too. Maybe thatâs what this is really about.â You watched him take in your words, saw the faint flicker of realisation cross his face as he thought it over.
He leaned his head back, his eyes gazing up at you with a quiet acceptance, like he was finally willing to meet you halfway. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, holding you there with him, not pushing or pulling, just resting.
âMaybeâŚâ he murmured, unsteady, as if he was still letting it sink in. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin. âI just donât want her to be in pain.â he mumbled, his voice softer now, almost as if he were talking to himself rather than you. His eyes flicked to your nose, and then away again. There was something distant in him, reluctant and protective, like he was working through the idea in real-time.
He finally looked back up at you. âDoes it hurt?â he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice, as if he were asking for the first time.
âA little.â you admitted, feeling the gentle throb where the ring rested, a reminder of the time it took to heal, of all the small aches that came with wanting something and sticking with it. âBut I think she can take it. Sheâs a big girl now.â
He nodded slowly, but his lips pressed into a thin line, reluctant to fully agree. âMhmâŚâ he murmured.
You tilted your head, raising a brow. âWhat?â
âNothing. JustâŚnothing.â He tried to brush it off, but you caught the way his gaze drifted, a small crease forming between his brows. He looked like he was holding back, wrestling with some unspoken worry.
You waited, giving him space, until he finally let out a soft sigh, his shoulders sinking as he leaned back against the couch. âI know sheâs growing up. And I know you think Iâm being...old-fashioned, or whatever.â He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. âI justâ sheâs so small. SoâŚI donât knowâŚI donât want her to be hurt. Or regret it later.â
A slight smile tugged at your lips, and you brushed a strand of hair out of his face. âYou realise thatâs why they make the small, safe starter studs, right? Itâs not like sheâs going to get a septum piercing or go full rock and roll in kindergarten. Itâs just earrings, Alex.â
He gave you a sheepish, lopsided grin, rubbing the back of his neck. âI know. Itâs justâŚshe saw your ring, and suddenly I could see her all grown up, making her own choices, and it just hit me. Feels like I just blinked, and now sheâs already asking for things I donât know how to give her.â
You took his hand, feeling his fingers relax under yours as you squeezed gently. âSheâs going to be okay, you know. Sheâs smart. And stubborn â sheâs got that from you."Â
âHey.â he scoffed, pretending to be offended, but his smirk betrayed him. âIâm not stubborn. I just have strongâŚprinciples.â
âRight. Principles.â you echoed with a grin, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. âI think maybe the real problem here is youâre just not ready for her to need things from someone else besides us. Sheâs growing up, Alex. And itâs going to hurt a little â for all of us. But sheâs brave, and weâve done a good job with her.â
He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing his face. âI guessâŚI guess I donât want to mess it up, you know? SheâsâŚsheâs so full of life, and I donât want her to lose that because of something I say or do.â He looked at you, his eyes soft and uncertain. âI want her to feel like she can be herself. Even if I don't get it, or even if it's something I never wouldâve done.â
You nodded, brushing his hair back, letting him feel that you were there. âThen let her be herself. Earrings or no earrings, sheâll still look at you like her hero. The way she always does.â
He smiled at that, a little shy, a little boyish. âYou think so?â
âI know so.â you replied, leaning forward to kiss his forehead, watching his face soften as you did. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, you just sat there.
After a beat, he let out a chuckle, low and soft. âFine. She can get the damn earrings.â he muttered, a reluctant smile creeping onto his face. âBut Iâm holding her hand the entire time. And Iâm not leaving her side, even if it takes all day.â
âDeal.â you replied, your own smile mirroring his. âAnd afterward, weâll let her pick out whatever sparkly, obnoxious earrings she wants. Even if they clash with her clothes for a month.â
He laughed, shaking his head. âPerfect. And Iâll make sure to tell her how much of a trendsetter she is.â His tone softened, and he took your hand again, holding it tightly. âThanks forâŚeverything. And for reminding me. Itâs easy to forget sometimes, butâŚI trust you, you know?"
You gave him a gentle smile, squeezing his hand. âGood. Because no matter how big she gets, weâre in this together. For every scraped knee and every new little piercing.â
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. And there, with his breath mingling with yours, he murmured, âOur little girl. Sheâs gonna be amazing, isnât she?â
âYeah,â you whispered back, certainty settling back over you both. âShe already is.â
a/n: pretty boring I guess...but I like it! got the idea from these requests x & x. also I feel like I was channeling @futuristicanoe in this. idk. their fic has been on my mind a lot these days and it seeped into this.
#alex turner#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#alex turner fluff#alex turner fic#alex turner fanfic#dad!alex#fluff#goblinontour
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I love Moriâs plan to become the Port Mafiaâs Boss because (to me) itâs just complete nonsense.
Iâm not talking about the killing of the Old Boss. Though I would love to know how we covered up a throat slit as sickness. I guess no one really wanted to deal with the body.
And the Old Boss was out of his mind enough to make his doctor his predecessor. Crazy or not itâs still the Bossâs orders.
Iâm talking about the fact Mori grabbed this random ass teenager and made him the witness to all of this.
Dazai wasnât even part of the Port Mafia. Heâs was just this random fucking fourteen year old that was trying to kill himself and Mori went aha ha the perfect accomplice to my crime.
Whyy???
Why would anyone believe that? For all they know you couldâve just paid this kid to lie for you. You have no credibility here even if Dazai can lie perfectly.
Hell it should raise more suspicion as to why someone whoâs never been afflicted with the Port Mafia managed to get into the Bossâs quarters. What did you pretend he was your assistant?
âŚplease tell me you pretended he was your assistant and not just some random fucking kid.
Also why did you need a witness? This isnât a hospital you donât need to call your colleague in to confirm the time of death.
I get it was to confirm that the dude gave you his position. But this is such a weird way to do it. You couldnât have just manipulated him into saying those words while an actual trusted member overheard.
Thatâs like your whole thing my guy.
Also this means that until you found Dazai you had no plan on how to make this look convincing which is even funnier.
This is âarrest this man heâs sorting documents wearing a coat on a day we all confirmed was cold and windyâ logic.
Itâs so dumb and I love it. I love how fucking seriously this is talked about because I lose my shit every time.
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saturday night surprise
summary: after a long week of hardly getting to see each other, you surprise marcello at snl. requested by anonymous.
coming home to an empty house, particularly after a rough day, was always the worst ending. and it was your least favorite part about being in a relationship with someone whoâs work schedule was so different than yours.Â
this week was an exceptionally busy week for marcello. starting the previous sunday, leading into an off week from snl, he had a few stand up shows in new york and surrounding areas. he was gone for a couple of days, then was back in the city for other promotional stuff; guest spots on a few talk shows, filming commercials, and other things. by the time that was all said and done, it was monday again, and he was getting ready to go back to 30 rock to start working on the next snl episode back.Â
it was hard finding time to spend with each other, because you were busy with work too. granted your job didnât take you all over the place, you still had long work days, that sometimes lasted you anywhere from 10 to 12 hours. most nights, you just wanted to come home to your boyfriend and lounge on the couch with junk food and tv shows. but with his increasing popularity, he was spread thin.Â
âhow was your day?â marcello asked to you over facetime. he was taking a break between sketch rehearsals to eat and to take some time to talk with you.
âokay. work was busy, so it went by pretty fast. iâm just exhausted.â you let out a loud sigh. âi just wish you were here so we could spend the night together. you know i always sleep better when youâre with me.â
âi know, baby. iâm sorry. i wish i was home too, but there have been a ton of rewrites and rehearsals have been taking extra long this week. at least tomorrow is show day, and ill be back with you on sunday. i still hate that youâre gonna miss the show.â he pouted.Â
âme too. i just have a lot of work i have to finished before monday.â you sighed. âbut sunday, weâre both free, and will have a true day of rest.â
âfinally. iâve missed you.â he sighed.Â
âiâve missed you too.â you and marcello talked for a little while longer before he had to get back to rehearsal. you shared your good nights and i love yous, and hung up. you finished your dinner before moving to your bed.Â
the next night was saturday, and you and marcello had the briefest of exchanges before you went your separate ways for the day. you had some errands to tend to, and you knew heâd be gone to work by the time you were finished. upon your return home, you got started on the projects and paperwork you needed to finish for your job, returned some emails and sat through a couple meetings. as you were wrapping up, you checked the time and saw that it was getting close to 11:30.Â
deciding you didnât want to sit home alone all night, you got ready and headed out to 30 rock. you arrived at the nbc studios, and went in. luckily, you were on marcelloâs guest list, and they let you in and led you upstairs. you successfully evaded other snl cast members, writers, and producers, and followed the motion into the audience before the show started.
you took your seat on the lower level, at the end of the row. the crew was bustling around as they were getting ready for the show to start. the stage was finally set for the cold open, and the show began.Â
the first couple of sketches went by, and youâd been laughing the whole time. as the show went on, the sets changed, and the casts changed in and out of costumes, youâd successfully made it through half the show without being noticed.Â
you watched as marcello took the stage, getting ready for the next sketch. he was standing with a couple other cast members when he turned in your direction. you watched as his eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on you. you watched as the widest smile spread across his face, and the lightest tinge of pink flushed to his cheeks. he shot you a wink before the show came back from commercial.Â
you laughed throughout the entire sketch, and marcello kept shooting glances in your direction just to make sure you were enjoying it. once it ended, marcello walked off the stage, into the crowd, and took your hand in his, pulling you up from your chair. he led you through winding hallways before returning back to quick change area.
once you were well hidden away from the cast and crew, marcello took your face in his hands and pressed a hard kiss to your lips.Â
âwhat are you doing here?! i thought you couldnât get away from work?â he asked, out of breath when he separated his lips from yours.Â
âi finished early, and i missed you too much to spend another night without you.â you said, kissing him again.Â
âiâm so happy youâre here.â he said softly, smiling at you.
âme too.â
marcello wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you back to his dressing room. the show was almost over, and he wasnât in the last sketch, you the two of you hung out and watched the end of the episode until he had to be back onstage for goodnights. afterwards, once it was time to leave, the two of you headed home, blissfully anticipating finally getting to spend the night together. once you got back home, you both began to wind down and get ready for bed.
you were laying down in bed, watching marcello move around the room until he finally joined you under the covers. he quickly came to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and peppering your skin with kisses, starting on your arm, trailing up to your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, then finally meeting your lips.
âi love you.â he said softly, resting his forehead.
âi love you.â you repeated. you shared another kiss before finally turning the lights out and going to bed. the two of you slept better than you had in weeks, knowing that you didnât have to get up the next morning, and could finally just be with each other.
#marcello hernandez#marcello hernandez imagine#marcello hernandez imagines#marcello hernandez x reader#saturday night live#snl
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Episode 23
Oh shit what he placed his inner core in someone - in Zhuo Yichen - just before he "died"? Zhuo Yichen has been possessed by Li Lun since then?!!!
No shit sherlock!
Ahhhh this is so fucking ominous!!
Is Zhu Yan even conscious of what's going on around him? Or is he locked in his own mind, fighting to keep control?
Seems like the latter.
This all sounds like Zhuo Yichen's thoughts/feelings though, not Li Lun's? So is he not directly controlling Zhuo Yichen unless he needs to - e.g. to stop his capturing Ao Yin? Other than that he lets him do whatever, as long as it doesn't interfere with his plans. And Zhuo Yichen has come of his own volition to kill Zhu Yan, because he feels there's no other option and he needs to protect the Demon Hunting Bureau...
Honestly, that's kinda worse. If Li Lun directly controlled Zhuo Yichen to kill Zhu Yan, Zhuo Yichen would feel awful about it afterwards. But if he genuinely were to do it of his own volition, albeit because he was manipulated into it, then that would feel much much worse...
Oooh what's going on?
Ayyyy it's the manifestation of Zhu Yan's demon core...
Ooooh that's the freaky bits from the trailer!!
Shiiiit so the bit with the fingers coming up from behind to close over Zhuo Yichen's face, is a depiction of Li Lun taking over control of him!!
Smart girl.
So really it's not so much repairing the baize token as making a new one..
Oh shit Ao Yin!!
God I do love the fight scenes in this show. We've not had a proper one for a while, and Pei Sijing never fails to be badass in them...
Umm.. silly question perhaps, but why didn't one of you dumb fuckers jump up and grab the token a) the second Ao Yin appeared or b) while she was twirling around fighting with Sijing and Ying Lei?
Where did Ao Lin conjure up a copy of Sijing's bow though?
Bloody good job it was that way around otherwise you'd be dead
Yeeeah go Ying Lei!!
This is all very dramatic and all but like... maybe fucking shoot her again instead of just watching her and Xiao Bai face off?
Oh what, no? He's not controlled is he?!!
Wait, Li Lun is controlling Bai Jiu?!
But... he can't be controlling Bai Jiu AND Zhuo Yichen, surely? And it showed us Li Lun taking over Zhuo Yichen just before? So which of them is his core in?!
I'M SO CONFUSED!!!
Oh shiiiitttt he put his core in Bai Jiu when he attacked him in the illusion...
Fuuuuck he was taking over while he was sleeping...
Oh FUCK so he is asleep right now?! Ao Yin knocked him out deliberately so Li Lun could take control...
And Bai Jiu DID give the needle to Zhuo Yichen to use on Zhu Yan... which then raises the question of what the fuck does that needle actually do? Does it force him to expel his core?
Oh SHIT it will allow him to control Zhu Yan?!!
Please wake up Bai Jiu. Pleeeeeeeeeease...
Ooooh clever girl!!!!
OKAY now we got the goddamn goddess back on the team!!!
Yeah that seems like a really BAD idea? Like... deal with the threat in front of you first?
It's 2 on 2 and one of them you don't want to injure. That's not going to go well.
Ayyyy I stand corrected! 3 vs 2! Go baby bro!!
This whole fight just shows how fucking powerful Zhu Yan is. Like... he's not even fucking trying. Zhuo Yichen is leaping around the place, forwning in concentration, launching vigorous attacks... and Zhu Yan barely moves. Just smoothly sidesteps. Doesn't flinch or blink, is just cold and controlled.
Is he... firing frozen bits of his own blood at Zhu Yan? How is that going to help?
Uh.. Wen Xiao... I love you and all and I know you are worried about Zhuo Yichen but can i please suggest you deal with the bigger threat first and contain Zhu Yan before you run to check on Xiao Zhuo?
Oh damn, Ao Yin took the bow? I didn't even notice at the time...
Oh shit are they gonna kiss?!!
Oh dang, nearly... was that the contract to treat her as a colleague kicking in?
Oh noooeeees.... he thinks he's still imagining her!! My HEART!!
lol
Because she's lived 300 fucking years alone to save you buddy...
Wait wtf he BROKE the fucking cloud light sword?!!
Is this where the previous mention that there were 2 cloud light OJ swords made comes into play? Is that their next quest? To find the other sword?
Oooh and did it break because of what happened earlier with Zhu Yan? It seemed to be making crackling/cracking sounds when they were facing off with the sword stuck in Zhu Yan?
Yup - I went back and checked. The sword started cracking when it was stuck in Zhu Yan!
But whyyyy though? It's hardly the first time he's been stabbed with it and this didn't happen... Oh shit though... is this the first time he's been stabbed with the cloud light sword since the baize token was removed from him?!!
What do you mean risk your life? You're a soul trapped in a puppet and able to manifest. I didn't think you could die in a physical fight?
Aaand we're reduced to fisticuffs now between Li Lun and Zhuo Yichen.
The thing is.. Li Lun has used Truth Eye on Zhuo Yichen so he can see him as Li Lun... but he is still possessing and controlling the body of a 13 year old boy who hasn't trained in martial arts. Surely he would simply not have the strength to be packing the kind of blows Li Lun is giving? Orrrrr to throttle Zhuo Yichen like that?
Wheeeeerrrrre the fuck is Zhu Yan? Come on my boy, I am waiting on you to dive in and save the day!!
Come onnnnn Xiao Bai, break free!!
I think you might underestimate the boy Li Lun...
Oh god damn this is just painful...
OH SHIT!!
You fucking bastard Li Lun...
Oh shit what he planned this from the start? He knew the ever-burning wood would kill him once the seal was broken - Wen Zongyu had planned from the fucking start to use Xiao Bai's body to host Li Lun!!
You tell him Zhu Yan!
If it's true that you saved the memory of what happened in the dungeon in the sundial you can prove it to him.
Oh man that was EXHAUSTING!! And the ep ends with Bai Jiu still controlled by Li Lun!! Do we get new episodes tomorrow? Pleeeeeease don't tell me I have to wait a whole extra day?!!!
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Chicken noodle soup .á
Paring; coach!patrick x single mom!reader
Synopsis; flu season is a bitch. Luckily you have two boys who seem pretty keen on helping you.
Notes; I may start a tag list for this if I get enough interest? hm
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Flu season.
Last year youâd been lucky, Noah had managed to breeze through unharmed and in turn, so had you. Now though you wished youâd enjoyed those times more than you had. Lying on your couch watching whatever rerun was on you really debated never sending Noah back to school again.Â
It had started with a small sniffle a few days after your son had come home from his father's looking like he was knocking on death's door. You knew the moment your ex had called because if there was one thing you knew about him; he never called you.
Less than half an hour later heâd showed up claiming he had to take an emergency shift before all but running down the driveway. Luckily Noah didnât seem to mind, heâd been determined to stay stuck to your side at all hours of the day and before you knew it your son wasnât the only one living on chicken noodle soup.
Luckily kids bounce back fast and within four days Noah was rearing and ready to go while you tried to push through the throbbing in your skull.Â
Your plan clearly hadnât worked as for the last 3 days your son's best friend's parents had taken over school runs. Grabbing another tissue you blew your nose for what felt like the hundredth time before groaning and letting your eyes flutter shut.
You had an hour and a half before Noah would be back from tennis - that was long enough for a power nap.
Maybe you'd finally be able to sleep this damn cold off.
âÂˇË ŕź *âÂˇË ŕź *âÂˇË ŕź *
âShh. Quiet remember.â One voice whispered before a quiet giggle could be heard. Swallowing you grimaced slightly at the pain and the reminder that you were in fact still sick - much to your distaste. You opened your eyes just enough to see Noah appear in the doorway, and your head throbbed at the light from the window.
âHi!â He smiled, his voice quieter than normal as he came over.
His little arms wrapped around your neck, his curls brushing your ear as he hugged you. âHey, Sweetheart.â You murmured, your voice raspy. He hummed trying to climb up onto the couch but a quiet voice halted his movements.Â
âI donât think your Momâs gonna wanna cuddle right now.â Noah pouted but relented much to your secret relief. He hovered by you for a moment before turning to the other person. Noah shifted. âDo we have to tell her dad didnât come?â
It took you a moment to register your sonâs words through the haze of sickness which seemed to smother your whole body.Â
"Dad didnât come."
Suddenly your eyes shot open and for the first time in the last few days, you felt alert. His dad didnât come? Who the hell brought him-
Oh.
Ignoring the pounding in your head you turned just enough to look at the figure in the doorway. Patrick smiled sheepishly raising a hand in greeting. âI didnât wanna call in case you tried to come yourself.â He mumbled stepping closer as you shifted to sit up, the blanket pooling over your lap.
The world spun for a moment as you took a breath. Noah climbed up next to you, keeping a slight distance as he ran a hand over the soft blanket. âYour dad didnât come?â you asked quietly.
Your son nodded, a look of hurt on his face which made your heart ache. âI waited an hour.â Patrick cut in, crossing his arms as annoyance flashed across his face for a moment. What kind of guy left his kid knowing his Mom was sick?
âHe never picked up when I called either, straight to voicemail.âÂ
You sighed rubbing a hand over your face. You didnât have the energy for this. You knew your ex was an ass but this, this was a new low.
The minute you could talk without it feeling like you were being stabbed in the throat he was dead. He could be a dick to you all he wanted but your son? That was a completely different ballpark.
âGo get changed.â You said reaching over to smooth down the boy's hair for a moment. âYou can get a snack as well.â You knew he was upset yet the mention of an extra snack of his choosing seemed to perk him up as he ran off.
Patrick watched you for a moment, taking in your pale skin and dark circles. âJesus.â He mumbled. âYou look like shit.â
âThanks.â
He smiled slightly. Even sick you still somehow managed to give him the same dry tone.
âThank you for this.â Patrick blinked, shocked slightly at the sincerity in your tone. âIâŚI donât even wanna think what would have happened if you didnât stay.âÂ
âIt's fine.â He waved his hand. âKid's technically my responsibility till his parents come. Just doing my job.â He shrugged.
Looking around he noted the multiple tissues, medicine, and cups scattered by the couch. It was clear that you'd barely moved and for a moment he wondered how the hell you were taking care of a child while looking like you'd been knocking on death's door.
Sighing he reached down grabbing a few of the cups. âWhat are you doing?â
He paused looking up to see you watching him with a small frown. âCleaning up.â He answered simply before grabbing more. He quite impressively managed to get almost all of the cups and tissues before standing.
You watched quietly. A part of you was surprised, your son's tennis coach was cleaning up your mess. Heâd just stayed back at practice to bring him home when you both know he didnât have to do that.
It sent a small pang of warmth through your heart that he'd stayed. H
As much as he annoyed you, you couldnât lie that he was a decent guy (sometimes). Most of the time he still made you want to rip your hair out.
âÂˇË ŕź *âÂˇË ŕź *âÂˇË ŕź *
Patrick smiled slightly at the way Noah seemed to immediately gravitate towards you. He burrowed into your side, slipping under the blanket draped over your lap. He watched for a moment as your eyes fluttered again your body slumping slightly as you tried to fight off the sleep your body was so badly needing.
The feeling of a cool palm against your forehead made you jump, your eyes shooting open just to come face to face with a pair of concerned green eyes.
Patrick's face was set into a frown, your skin was practically radiating heat as he held his palm there.Â
A deep sigh left you as you subconsciously lent into the cool feeling of his palm. If he ever brought this up again you would vehemently deny any of this but in the moment you couldnât find it in you to care.
Youâd been trying to parent and nurse yourself back to health and you were simply exhausted.
âYou're burning up." He murmured placing a hand on the arm of the couch to steady himself as he crouched down. Noah watched shifting to lean over your lap. A small frown pulled at his lips. âYou'll be okay?â Patrick was quick to nod, soothing the boy's worries.Â
âJust a cold bud.â He smiled gently easing him back off you slightly. âA cold I think you gave to her.â He teased. You huffed nodding in agreement. Noah pouted sitting back before a smile pulled at his lips as you poked his side.
âSâyour fault.â
He shook his head. âNoooo.â He grinned taking a bite of the chocolate he'd taken as a snack. You hummed sharing a look with Patrick who just grinned back at you. âI donât know.â He hummed. âI seem to remember someone missing practice last week.â He raised an eyebrow as Noah gasped, yelping when Patrick reached over to ruffle his hair.
The boy broke into a fit of laughter as he tried to shove the man away but he was quickly overpowered and scrambled to the other end of the couch. His eyes were bright as he breathed heavily, a bright smile on his face as Patrick raised an eyebrow, his own smile growing.
He finished off his snack before turning to you. âCan I go play before dinner?â
Nodding you mumbled a small âsure.â A slight pang of dread ran through you at the idea of moving. Taking a breath you prepared to face the dizziness again but before you could a hand pressed over your shoulder.
âSleep. I got it.âÂ
âPatrickâŚyou donât have to.âÂ
He shook his head. âItâs fine. You have chicken nuggets, right? Kids eat chicken nuggets?â He paused looking to the kitchen with his eyebrows drawn. His cooking abilities were...limited to say the least.
A quiet laugh left you. âYes, I have chicken nuggets. Third draw in the freezer.â
He nodded watching as you lay back down. âJust rest okay? Iâll handle Noah.â He didnât expect a reply as you relaxed back into the couch, your breathing evening out as you fell back to sleep.
Standing from his crouched position he groaned, stretching his arms. Grabbing the remote he flicked the tv off before placing it down quietly.Â
If only you were this agreeable all the time.
He chuckled quietly to himself, who was he kidding he loved your seeming distaste for him. It made it all that more rewarding that you hadnât fought him on this.
He knew he was wearing you down. He didnât plan on leaving anytime soon either. Sure you may think heâd gotten what he wanted.
Youâd slept with him a month ago and yet he still found himself wanting to spend time with you and with Noah.
Throwing a look over his shoulder he saw that Noah was nowhere to be seen. Leaning down he moved the blanket up, tucking it around your shoulders before brushing a hand over your forehead.
If you wouldnât stop to take care of yourself someone had to do it for you.
He didnât mind being that person.
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The Sacrifice - Part 11 - The End
"How are they, Tess?"
"I've treated Roman's injuries and he's resting now. I've also given him antibiotics and painkillers, so he should be comfortable...as much as he can be, given the circumstances."
"As for Evelyn, I've done all I could for the moment, but we'll have to wait for the morning change before I can perform a full examination. Her wounds seem to be healing remarkably fast though."
"Is it because she's a werewolf?"
"Yes, although I do want to take a closer look at that bite, in case it's at risk of becoming infected. I admit I don't have any experience treating demon-inflicted wounds."
"They are prone to infection."
"I still can't wrap my head around the idea that anyone would do something like this! To their own child, no less!"
"It shocked me as well."
"You took such a risk in confronting her, Fiona! The inhabitants of the Hellplanes are not to be trifled with!"
"I'm aware of that, Dad. Would you rather I'd let Jacob and Evelyn go in there alone?"
"Of course not - what you did was very brave - but we can't help worrying. The whole thing could've gone so much worse."
"Well, it worked out fine, so you can let it go now."
It was Abby who brought the conversation back on track.
"Is Roman going to be all right?"
"Physically? Probably. He had a number of deep gashes that needed stitches, several broken bones including two ribs, a bruised lung, plus the...runes carved into his back, which will be uncomfortable for a while. Assuming there are no complications, these should heal in time."
"Mentally, it's a different matter. I'm not an expert, but I don't think the kind of trauma he's been through is something he'll be able to just shrug off. Speaking to therapist might help him."
"May we go in and see them?"
"You may, but just for a little while. Jacob is with Roman already; he hasn't left his bedside since I brought him back to the ward."
"Mr Stigfinnare is with his wife as well. He's been worried sick about her, prowling around the waiting room like a caged wolf."
"I'm surprised he didn't kick the door down."
"He might've done, if I hadn't let him in."
The trio - together with Ulf, who refused to be parted from Evelyn - gathered around Roman's bed.
Roman was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget, but he forced a smile on his face as he looked at each of the people who had risked their lives to save him.
In truth, he could hardly believe it.
"I don't know what to say. I owe you my life - no, more than my life. My soul. 'Thank you' doesn't seem like enough..."
"This is the second time I had to help save your ass, Turner! You'd better not make a habit out of it!"
Evelyn's cheerful tone helped defuse some of the tension, although Ulf kept his arm wrapped protectively around his wife. She was putting up a brave front, but he could tell she was hurting more than she was letting on. He hated it!
"It's over now."
"Maybe...maybe not."
"Fiona...? What do you mean?"
"The ritual circle carved into his back. The Nameless One may be have been banished, but those runes are magic. He's tied to the Hellplanes now."
"WHAT?!"
Roman sat up so fast that white stars burst before his eyes and his injuries flared painfully despite the medication keeping the worst of it at bay. He felt the cold panic rising like a tide.
"Are you saying it can come back?"
"Fuck. You're not, are you?"
"There are many doors between the planes, and things have a way of slipping through the cracks. That sigil is one such door; closed for the moment, but not locked."
"But you can remove it, right?! Or...render it inert, or something?"
"I...I'll do some research. Ask around."
Roman looked so crestfallen, Jacob's heart twinged in sympathy.
"Guys? Can you give us a moment, please?"
"Please try not to think about it, all right? If anything happens, my whole family are witches; they'll help. You need to focus on getting better."
Roman smiled humorlessly; it was hard not to think about the interdimensional door to Hell itself he carried around on his back, but he was so very tired. Sleep beckoned, demons or no demons.
But first, there was something he needed to say to Jacob.
"I have to admit, I didn't expect you to come to my rescue. Considering how things are between us..."
"Look, just because we broke up doesn't mean I don't still lo- care about you. Besides, I didn't actually do much, it was mostly Evelyn and Fiona."
"Still. Facing down demons and witches when you're just a regular person with no special powers took guts."
"I did have an axe."
Something happened then that Roman did not expect: he burst into laughter. Which hurt, but it was worth it, and his heart felt lighter for it.
"I think I'd like to sleep now..."
"Yes, you should. I'll be back to see you in the morning."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
As Roman sank into the cottonwool depths of drug-induced sleep, a smile fluttered on his lips.
The End!
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story!
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