#just put her in another room damn she sick and tired

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They are forever in their honeymoon era 🫶

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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 11)

Their background is clear to you—always has been since your social worker told you about them in her car on the way here.

They’re military men. Most of their long lives have been spent in the field. She even mentioned that their first children grew up on base when they were little.

Which sounded cool, you thought. It was so different from the office jobs other foster parents had. A bonus, even—it made you feel safe in their house.

They were bigger than most. If not by height, then by width. They were large. Buff. Even the damn harpy, who was supposed to be lean, had broad shoulders and lots of muscles.

So you felt safe. That was a big bonus. Better than that weird suburban house you stayed in, where the mother often avoided the creepy neighbor who looked predatory. You remember his strange glances and how nervous the mother was when he came knocking one night while her husband was away.

How nervous you were as you watched their interaction a few feet away.

So, you’ve always had a big thing about safety, thanks to the weird places you have stayed.

And they felt so safe. It was comforting, really. After the initial phase of settling into a foster home—when you flinched away from everyone until you got to know them better—you started to relax.

(Unless they were the angry type. Or worse, the type to lay their hands on you.)

So, when Price sat you on his lap, checking your temperature again and combing your hair with his hand and sharp claws, you felt... calm. Eh, not totally, you admit. You still tensed a little when his hand came near your face and stayed quiet because of your shyness.

But it was progress, and you really, really wanted to feel at peace with them.

When night came, after they gave you more medicine, warm tea, and another serving of John's bean and bacon soup, they decided to put you to bed early.

Which... was fine. You were actually very tired. Sickness does that to you.

Price carried you, lifting you easily from the dining room chair with the booster seat they’d gotten from somewhere. He placed you down carefully in the big nest full of heavy blankets and pillows, the others following behind at their own pace.

Being there gave you a chance to watch more of their routine.

Ghost was the last to enter. You could hear him rattling things downstairs and turning off lights as he came. His low voice confirmed that all windows and doors were locked.

Gaz was already in the room, sitting at the nest’s edge as he combed through his wing with a special tool, a weird looking comb thing. Johnny worked on the other wing with a concentration you didn’t know he could manage. Both of them were close to you, their legs nearly bumping your small form in the giant nest.

Price moved calmly around the room, putting things away and finishing his hygiene routine in the attached bathroom.

"Feeling better?" Gaz cooed softly, his leg—talons, talons, such sharp talons—bumping near you to get your attention.

"Y-yeah, better..." you answered quietly, nodding for emphasis.

"Good." He crooned, satisfied, especially when Soap purred right after.

(Is it really a purr if he’s a werewolf?)

"Good pup, such a good pup. Really brave, huh? Dinae complain even once. So strong..." Soap murmured, leaning over Gaz, who relaxed back against him.

"It's just a small fever..." you mumbled, frowning a bit at his exaggeration. You were shy. "It’s nothing..."

"Not nothin’, kid." Simon grumbled, finally climbing into the nest after discarding his mask and gloves. He lay beside you, checking your forehead again. "Sick is sick. A flu is a flu. Still makes you feel like shit."

"Simon..." Price scolded as he emerged from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "Didn’t hear the hatchling say one bad word ’til now. Don’t influence her."

"To be fair, we barely heard her speak at all until now." Kyle retorted sassily, smiling at Price before glancing down at you. "Small, quiet fledgling."

"Nah, she’ll warm up to us!" Johnny declared confidently, shaking his head. "Right, pup? Wanna play with Papa tomorrow? We can play anything ya want!"

"Tone it down, mutt. It’s snowin’ outside," Ghost grumbled, already wrapping your small body in one of the blankets.

"We can play inside. We’ve got the space," Soap said smugly, finishing Kyle’s wing before slipping into the nest on your other side. "We can play, pup. Promise I’ll be gentle!"

You tensed a little, unsure. Your expression showed your doubt with your little frown. After a few seconds of silence, you managed to murmur.

"....o-okay... I guess..."

"See? Who said peer pressure doesn’t work?" Ghost deadpanned, making Price snort with laughter, faint wisps of smoke escaping his nose.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, hatchling. Soap will understand." Price says with a quiet laugh, approaching the nest as he adjusts some kind of shoulder weight attached over his sleeping shirt where his missing wing used to be.

You stare at him for a moment, frowning slightly in confusion.

"...Soap...?"

Your question seems to stun them for a moment before they all start laughing softly, like it’s some kind of inside joke.

"Tha’ would be me, lassie." Johnny replies with a big smile, flashing all his sharp teeth as he leans closer. "Just a codename. Military, aye?"

"Nickname...?" you mumble, still confused.

"Close, hun. Codename." Gaz explains with a gentle laugh, sliding into the nest now, his wings resting against Soap and Price’s backs.

"It’s like a nickname, but it’s used for secrecy. So bad people don’t know our real names." Ghost adds calmly, his heavy hand giving your back a slight pat.

That makes you scrunch your nose slightly.

"Why Soap...?"

Once again, the others laugh at your question, except Johnny, who just sighs quietly, though his smile remains.

"Doesn’t matter why." The werewolf says with a shrug, still grinning as he gestures at Simon. "This bastard is called ‘Ghost’ in the field, Kyle is ‘Gaz,’ and John just uses his last name, ‘Price.’"

You nod quietly, blinking as you process the information. It’s kinda weird, but it makes sense for their lifestyle. Military men for most of their lives, huh? That actually makes you wonder...

"...Are your kids also military...?" you ask softly, hugging your knees over the thick blanket.

"Thank fucking god, no," Price answers quickly, sounding both relieved and horrified at the thought.

"I thought we weren’t doing bad words?" Ghost asks slowly, his tone sarcastic as he sends Price a bored look.

"Oh, shut it." Price growls softly back, leaning closer to him with a sharp smile.

"But no, none of them are in the military." Kyle chimes in, smiling slightly. "Doesn’t mean they didn’t think about following our footsteps at some point, though."

"Wee lads and lassies always thought the military was cool, wanted to be like their papas." Soap says dreamily, though his smile falters slightly to a more nervous smile. "We would never let them, though."

"Why?" you ask innocently, tilting your head in confusion. "You didn’t like the military?"

"No, no, not that! Ah love the military, wee lass!" Soap defends quickly, waving his hands around. "Can’t imagine doin’ anything else with my life!"

"But no parent wants their kids in such a dangerous job," Price interjects, shaking his head as he mutters under his breath. "Honestly, if I had my way, they’d still be here in the nest with me."

"Ignore ’im. Dragon instincts get the best of ’im sometimes." Ghost mutters, shaking his head before gently nudging you down into the nest. "Come on, kid. We can talk tomorrow. It’s sleep time."

You’re still curious, but you nod, laying back against the nest. Johnny immediately curls around you, his giant body wrapping you up entirely. You even feel his tail loop around your legs. You tense for a moment at the closeness, but soon relax, rolling slightly to burrow your face into the blanket. His much larger body shields you completely.

"Night, kid." Ghost grunts as he settles, his hand resting on top of your wrapped form.

"Sweet dreams, hun." Gaz murmurs softly.

"Sleep well." Price adds last, leaning down slightly as the others settle into their spots in the nest. "Call us if you need anything, alright?"

"Gonna be monitorin’ her. It’s fine..." Johnny mumbles, still draped protectively over you. "Good night, lassie."

You fall asleep as the lights turn off and the others cuddle into the nest. Despite the heavy snowstorm outside, you feel incredibly warm.

Safe.

Part 10 / Part 12

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

SFW

Summary: You spend the night crying into your drinks about how much you want Sanji, and how much it hurts he's in love with someone else. Sanji spends the night crying about much the same. Your friends get sick of it, and decide to help the idiots realize what everyone else already knows. Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Misunderstandings, Sanji and Reader both being idiots Word Count: 4.1k

You are going to get drunk tonight. Plastered, even.

Another day, another victory, another adventure spent staring longingly at Sanji when you were sure he wasn’t looking. You could usually handle the embarrassment of acting like a lovesick puppy for a man you knew didn’t feel the same, but something about today really set you off. Maybe it was the way he so sweetly called Nami’s name when you all reunited, or the way he so carefully prepared Robin her favorite drinks, or some other transgression you can’t quite remember. You don’t know exactly what it was, but you know you’re irritated and hurt and a little heartbroken, and there’s about a half a dozen drinks with your name on them behind the bar.

The tavern is lively and loud, and the rest of the crew is clearly having a good time. Your eyes briefly linger on Sanji at the bar, but you try to force your eyes away. No point in lingering here, yearning for something you can’t have. You instead make your way to the back of the room, wedging yourself between Zoro and Robin, who seem to be drinking in silence together.

You had intended on sharing in the peaceful silence, broken only by some quiet comments and gentle chuckles, but three drinks in you can see them side-eyeing you, brows furrowed.

“What?” Your voice comes out harsher than you meant it to, but you’re a bit too drunk to care.

“Just surprised you’re drinking so much, is all. You normally pace yourself more than this.” Robin’s voice is quiet and controlled, as though she’s just making a passive observation, but you know your friends and you know she is deeply worried about you.

“I had a bad day.”

“Really? You seemed fine earlier.” Zoro sounds genuinely surprised. Robin shoots him a look you can’t read, and he quickly shuts his mouth.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain someone?” Her voice is kind, so kind, but it makes you clench your jaw anyway.

“No.”

Silence.

“Maybe.”

Zoro mutters, “Oh, god damnit,” before taking another stiff pull of his drink.

“What happened, exactly? You both seemed perfectly friendly this morning.”

“I don’t…know. Everything was fine until it wasn’t, and now I’m all twisted into knots and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Well maybe you can start by telling us how you feel, and we can try to help you unravel all of this.”

“We?”

You both ignore Zoro’s confusion and indignation. “Maybe…if you think it will help.” You close your eyes, grounding yourself, and focusing wholly inward. “I just think I’m…tired of wanting things I can’t have. It’s really hard to be on a ship full of people living their dreams, fighting for everything they desire, and I’m here, feeling like I have to constantly hold so tight I feel like my fingers will break or else it’ll all slip through my fingers.”

“And do you feel like you’re holding onto Sanji?”

“Not just him, I guess. To everything. To all of you. But I’m trying to let myself believe that all of this is what I want, and that it’s going to be forever, and then I see him smile at someone else and the illusion just…shatters. I’m not happy. And I know damn well it won’t last forever. I feel like I’m stuck waiting for an inevitable ending that I’ll never be satisfied with. Right now, I’m in limbo, and I can keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt, but every time I think about how hopeless I feel with him it kind of reminds me of how hopeless it all is.”

You put your head in your hands for a moment, taking a deep breath. “And it’s not only about him, right? It’s just kind of a general dissatisfaction with where I am compared to you guys. But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t more about Sanji than it isn’t. He’s both, like, a symbol of it and the source of it. He’s the thing I want most, and he’s the thing I know I’m never going to have.”

“Why do you think you’ll never have him?”

“Because he’s in love with Nami.” You say it like it’s obvious.

Zoro is glaring at his drink, still wondering how he got roped into this conversation and praying you stop, while Robin gives you a gentle look resembling sympathy. There's something behind her eyes though, something you can't read, that makes you feel a bit uneasy.

"It's one thing, to have your love unrequited. For the man you're in love with to be hopelessly smitten with someone else. But god, it's another for him to be right."

"Right?" Robin's voice doesn't betray anything as she keeps her tone to a careful academic neutrality.

"It's just...she is that wonderful. I can't be upset about it because I can't blame either of them. She's beautiful and kind and capable and he's...well. He's everything. It just makes sense. It's somehow harder not to be bitter because I really don't have anything to be bitter about, if that makes sense."

"It would make sense if anything you said was true." Zoro's voice is gruff,  and you look to him in surprise, only to find his expression mirroring your own, as though he can't believe he opened his mouth. "He sucks, and she's great and all but she's no angel. And they aren't in love anyway so I don't understand what the problem even is." You think he's trying to help. Sweet, if ineffective.

"He's in love with her. He has been since the day they met. You know that, you were there."

"That isn't love. He's just a horny idiot."

"He's not an idiot." You hate how defensive your tone gets, how pathetic it makes you feel. You hate even more that Zoro and Robin both look at you with undisguised pity.

"I think what Zoro is trying to say is that you seem to think his feelings for Nami go a lot deeper than they do. They're just friends. He just speaks to all women like that."

"Not me."

You all hate the silence that follows.

"He hits on you too." Zoro's voice is a little weaker than before, knowing his argument isn't exactly rock solid. He's kind to you, complimentary, but he's never rushed into battle alone to save you. He's never ridden in on a blazing white steed for you, not like he has Robin or Nami. And sure, you've never been kidnapped like them, but it's hard not to feel the difference when Mr Prince himself has never played his part with you. He's kind to you, so very kind, but he's kind to everyone. That's just who he is.

“You know it isn’t the same, Zoro. It’s always Nami first. It always has been. He talks to me the same way he would any woman. Less than that, even.” You start tearing up despite yourself, and you hope your friends will blame your fragility on your drink and not your tender heart. “He just…he doesn’t look at me like that. He doesn’t fall at my feet, and it’s not like I want him to but…” You break into a quiet sob, and Robin’s hand comes to your shoulder, rubbing calming circles there.

Zoro leans in a bit, clearly a little uncomfortable but worried and kind nonetheless. “That stupid cook cares about you a lot more than any stranger on the street, and I think you know that. He’s just an idiot.” You look up at him, confused, and Zoro tries not to let out an annoyed sigh at your obliviousness. It isn’t entirely your fault. Who could blame you for thinking what you did? It’s not like Sanji helped with that. He didn’t give you the dramatic love confessions he did Nami or Robin. Nami had asked him once why he sang your praises differently than he did theirs, and he had insisted that he would give you only the grandest speeches, once he had prepared words worthy of you. The rest of the crew quickly figured out what he really meant: he was too nervous to say such a thing when he really meant it.  He would instead tuck his love into the food and drinks he served you, into the jacket he placed over your shoulders when you were cold, into the gentle smiles he gave you when you weren’t looking. Everyone had agreed not to push him before he was ready, to let you both find your way to each other naturally, but it was becoming apparent this was the wrong move.

You keep crying into your glass, and Zoro sighs. You’re both ridiculous. What a pair.

Across the bar, Usopp lets out his fiftieth sigh of the night. He has no idea how he got roped into this. Sanji is somewhere between sorrow and rage, buried in a pile of empty glasses that reek of beer. He's been going on for at least fifteen minutes now, and if Usopp had even slightly less of a conscience he'd leave him here to wallow, considering his problem is entirely self-inflicted. But unfortunately, Usopp is a great friend, so instead he bravely sits on this barstool, a listening ear to make sure Sanji's drowning his troubles doesn't end in Sanji himself drowning after he stumbles his way home alone.

"It's not right." Sanji's voice is shaky with emotion, even with his words slurred.

Usopp sighs, pretending he hasn't heard this exact line of conversation three times tonight. "What's not right, buddy?"

"He doesn't...he doesn't deserve her. He isn't good enough for her. That stupid swordsman...what does she see in him?" He takes another swig of his drink, letting out a deep sigh and dropping his shoulders. "He's just...he's not even nice to her. Not like he should be."

"He's being nice to her right now." Usopp motions over to where you're having your own pity party, one Zoro seems to have become an unwilling guest of. Robin is patting your shoulder in sympathy, while Zoro leans closer to say something to you, care and concern obvious on his face to those who knew him.

"But he should worship her. Everyone should. She's...she's..." Sanji drunkenly trails off.

"An angel?"

"A goddess." Despite the glaze over his eyes, his conviction shines though, granting him a focus he hasn't had all night as he gazes at her. "Someone to be cherished, protected, adored. He doesn't adore her. He should be on his knees right now begging for her attention, and he's just...talking to her. Like he would anybody."

"Probably because they're friends."

"But look at her. She clearly wants more than that. She should get whatever she wants. On a silver platter." Sanji really emphasizes that last part, lips pouting and brow tightening. Usopp looks over again to see you about to cry into your drink, leaning further into Robin. You aren't even looking at Zoro right now, but Sanji is still burning with envy. Usopp would love to set him straight, tell him that anyone with eyes could see who's attention you really wanted, but he knows you'd kill him, and he quite likes being alive. Sanji's so filled with malice and self loathing right now that he probably wouldn't even believe him, anyway. For a man so delusional about love, he somehow can’t see it when it’s right in front of him.

“I think you’re a little lost here, Sanji. She’s not in love with Zoro. She’s just drunk and sad. Reminds me of someone else I know.” He keeps that last part under his breath, and Sanji is drunk enough not to have heard it. Instead he frowns, taking another swig of his drink before trying to stand and falling directly into the counter. Your head pops up across the room, eyes wide and concerned, ready to leap to Sanji’s rescue. It’s amazing how blind that man must be to not see how obsessed with him you are. Usopp waves you off before hooking his hands under Sanji’s armpits and hauling him up. “Time to go, loverboy. You’ve had enough.”

“But she needs me!” Sanji struggles, but he’s so drunk he can’t properly utilize his strength. Lucky, or he’d already be halfway across the room to make an ass of himself. Usopp notices a small trickle of blood on his forehead from where he made contact with the bar.

“She’s fine, I promise. But you need to take a trip to see Chopper.”

“I need to help her! I can’t leave a lady in distress!”

“The lady will be in a lot more distress if she sees you’re hurt, Sanji! So get moving!” Usopp starts dragging him unceremoniously from the tavern, praying Franky will still be awake when he gets back to the ship to help him maneuver Sanji into his cot. Sanji passes out about halfway back to the Sunny, mercifully. Usopp hopes Robin and Zoro are having a better time with their other drunken crewmate.

You wake up with a pounding headache and the worst case of dry-mouth you’ve ever experienced. Your eyes just barely crack open, letting in a blinding ray of light, and you let out a small groan of pain. There’s a large glass of water by your bedside and some pills, as well as a small note from Chopper telling you to meet him in the infirmary once you feel up to walking. You chug the water and take your medicine gladly, touched by the sweet gesture. Your crew takes such good care of you.

It takes a while for the medicine to kick in enough for the light to stop hurting, but eventually you’re able to stand. You can’t remember the latter half of last night, your last memory being Sanji slamming his head into the counter while Robin and Zoro held you back from running to him. Zoro had supplied you with another drink then, and Robin had asked you more probing questions, but you could not for the life of you remember any other specifics. You make your way to Chopper’s infirmary so lost in thought you didn’t notice the mischievous looks in the eyes of your crewmates, the way their gazes subtly followed you as you walked.

“Chopper?” Your voice is still a little hoarse from having cried your heart out last night. You slip through the door, expecting to find your dear doctor ready to fuss over you and scold you for overdoing it last night. Instead you find Sanji face first in a bed, a small bandage wrapped around his head. Before you can ask if he’s alright, or if he knows where Chopper is, you hear it.

Click.

Your eyes widen. Your hand reaches for the doorknob, ready to turn it, and you find it doesn’t budge.

“What the fuck?”

Sanji groans again, slowly and carefully sitting up, before looking over at you. “What are you doing here, darling?” He looks at your hand, up at your expression, then back down to the doorknob. “Why…why is the doorknob backwards?”

Instead of the lock being where it should be, you find the keyhole on the inside of the door. There’s slight scratches around the nails holding it and place, and you realize someone has turned it around. There’s a quiet murmur of voices on the other side of the door, which turns to a yelp when you punch the wood. “What the hell is this?”

“We’re helping!” Nami’s voice rings out confidently from the other side, and you hear a few noises of agreement.

“With what, exactly?” You have a horrible sinking feeling you know exactly what they’re going to say, but you try to push it out of your mind, channeling the relentless optimism of your captain.

“We’re tired of you two being idiots!” Zoro’s voice is annoyed and unfriendly, but after a moment it slightly softens. “Just…talk to each other. Like people. For once in your lives.”

You don’t know why, but something about that makes Sanji’s brow twitch in annoyance. “Let us out, mosshead! I knew you were awful but I can’t believe you’d trap a lady!”

“It wasn’t my goddamn idea! Blame Nami!”

Sanji pauses in his yelling at that, but shockingly enough, he still seems upset instead of instantly kowtowing. He frowns, forehead wrinkling, but doesn’t say anything else.

“We aren’t letting you out until you’ve talked. We’re gonna go so you have privacy, but if you break out we’re putting you right back in, so don’t even think about just kicking down the door!” Nami’s voice is firm and commanding, and you find your shoulders slumping, knowing there’s no real point in fighting her. You’re both hungover, exhausted, and not in any state to continue the conflict. You sigh, making your way to a cot next to Sanji’s. You throw yourself down, the slight bounce you make on landing making you far more nauseous than it had any right to.

“Do you know what they want us to talk about?” Sanji sounds almost nervous, which surprises you. Does he know?

“I…have an idea. Do you?”

“I might.”

You both shift awkwardly in the silence that follows. You fidget with your hands, curling in tighter, anxiety eating at you. This is it. This is the rejection you’ve been waiting for. The final blow to shatter your fragile hopes, to crush your remaining optimism and the wonderful future you’ve allowed yourself to keep dreaming of.

“What do you see in him?” Sanji’s voice is quiet and seeping with vulnerability. His eyes are closed, as though he’s scared to even look at you and get your answer.

“What do I see in who?”

“In that stupid swordsman. Why do you care about him?”

“What?” You blink owlishly.

He finally looks up at you. He blinks back. “What do you mean, what?”

“Why are you talking to me like I’m dating Zoro?”

“Are you…not? Trying to do that?”

“No! God no! I’m–” You barely hold yourself back from saying trying to date you. “I’m not into Zoro like that. Did you think I was?”

“I–um. No?” His dour look turns sheepish, a small bit of red painting his cheeks. Adorable.

“God, Sanji. Zoro is not my type.” You both sit for a moment, before you realize something. “Were you upset because you thought I was into him?”

“He isn’t good enough for you.” He says it so matter-of-fact, like it’s an obvious truth. “No one is, but especially not him. You deserve the best, and nothing less.”

Your heart flutters a little, that little thing with feathers worming its way back into you, but you suddenly see Nami’s face in your mind and you crush it. To dream and watch it die is far worse than never dreaming at all. “That’s sweet, Sanji. But you shouldn’t say things like that. You might give someone the wrong idea.”

His head cocks to the side. “What do you mean, wrong idea? You do deserve the best. No one in the world deserves it more than you.”

“What about Nami?”

“What about Nami?”

“Does she not deserve the best? More than I do? More than anyone? Your sweet Nami-swan?” You fail to keep the bitterness out of your tone in that. Not bitterness towards her, of course, or even towards Sanji, really, just a sour taste in your mouth you can’t quite shake.

His brow furrows, lips downturned. “Well she deserves the best too, of course, but why would she deserve it more? Why wouldn’t you deserve everything you want?”

You let out a frustrated growl. “That’s what I want to know! Why not me?” You slam your hand over your mouth. God, he knows, and now he’s going to reject you, so sweetly and kindly, like he does everything, and it’s going to shatter you into a million pieces. You squeeze your eyes shut like blocking out the sight of him will undo what you’ve just done.

You don’t hear him reject you. You don’t even hear him move. You only feel warm hands on your cheeks, and you open your eyes to see Sanji right in front of you, nose to nose, and you can see reflected in his eyes something you might dare to call hope.

“Do you want it to be you?” You hear a longing in his words, see it in his eyes. You have never known Sanji as a man to want, to desire more than what he’s freely given, but in this moment it truly almost seems like he wants you.

You slowly take your hand off of your mouth. Your voice is meek, mouselike, but you force it out anyway. “Would that be okay? If I did?”

“Oh angel, it would be more than okay.” He slides impossibly closer, thighs on either side of yours, torsos pressed together, surrounding you wholly. “It is you. It has always been you. It will always be you. Is that okay?”

You want to answer him in words, something articulate that would move his heart, but instead you let out a soft squeak of surprise before grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips to yours. They’re chapped, the dehydration from the hangover still plaguing him. He has morning breath. His movements are uncoordinated, unsteady. His goatee scratches your chin. When he opens his mouth, welcoming you further, he tastes like cigarettes and a hint of shitty beer. 

It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

You end up on your back, Sanji’s weight holding you down, comforting and all-consuming. His hands rest on your hips as yours tangle in his hair. You only pull back when the demand for air is too much, and even then you consider ignoring the scream of your lungs. You both pull back, chests heaving, and Sanji buries his face in your neck.

“I never thought I’d actually get to do this.” He buries his nose further into your neck, his arms sliding underneath you to pull you into a tight embrace.

“Neither did I. I kept telling myself to stop dreaming about things I couldn’t have.”

“You’ve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“You’ve had me for just as long.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

You take a strained breath. “I was…I don’t deserve you. And I thought you knew that. And that you were in love with Nami. That didn’t help.”

He pulls back to look you in the eyes, his gaze boring into you. “You thought you didn’t deserve me?” He sounds absolutely baffled at the idea.

“You’re kind, talented, strong, handsome…you’re everything, Sanji. You deserve everything you want. And I didn’t think you wanted me.”

He blinks at you for a moment, before a small chuckle forces its way out of him. “That’s…that’s so ridiculous I genuinely don’t even know where to start.”

He kisses your forehead. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and everything I’m ever going to want.”

He kisses your cheeks. “I have wanted you from the moment we met, and I will want you until the day I die.”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “I have never met anyone more deserving of the world than you. And I’m not going to let anyone say otherwise. Even you. So there.”

You lean up to kiss his forehead in turn. “Well there’s nothing in this world I want more than you. Can I really have you?”

He takes one of your hands and places it over his rapidly beating heart. “You feel that? It’s all yours.” He lifts your other hand and kisses it in a deeply princely gesture that fits him perfectly.

Before you can reciprocate, the door slams open, and you hear Zoro’s disgruntled voice call out. “They’re making out! Can we be done with this now?”

Sanji whips around with even more vitriol than he usually reserves for the swordsman. “Piss off, mosshead. Can’t you see we’re busy?” The quick movement makes him sway slightly, and you’re forced to remember how horribly you’re both doing physically. If he picks a fight with Zoro right now he might end up puking all over his shoes.

“Ignore him, Sanji. We need to get some rest anyway.” You pull his face into your chest, which he gladly collapses fully into. When you run your fingers through his hair, he’s practically purring.

“Anything you say, my love.” His content smile grows wider when he hears your heart quicken at the words. Neither of you say anything else as your friends crowd the room, with their finallys and about times. Nothing in the world matters more than this right now: the feeling of each other’s warmth, the softness of each other’s skin, and the feeling of relief in both of your chests that your hopes were finally allowed to thrive.

[munson-blurbs]

Thinking about Rockstar!Eddie meeting you at an autograph signing and getting off to the thought of you after his show...

“Here ya go,” Eddie says, forcing a tired smile as he hands a freshly-autographed CD to a beaming fan. Pre-show merch signings were part of the deal, and they certainly brought in the extra cash, but after five months on the road, the members of Corroded Coffin are tired. Eddie scratches at the five o’clock shadow dotting his face, glancing at his watch. Just another ten minutes until they can wrap this up and start soundcheck. Then they’ll be back on the bus, shipping off to whatever city’s up next.

The security guard lets the next two people up to the table. Eddie reaches over to the pile of CDs, giving an exasperated sigh as he asks, “Name?”

That’s when he hears your voice.

His head snaps up, and he relaxes as he takes in your shy demeanor. You’re holding the hand of your friend–girlfriend?--hey, it’s the ‘90s; anything is possible. Your eyes sparkle as you say and spell your first name, biting your lower lip and averting your gaze from the gorgeous rockstar in front of you. “Pretty name,” he murmurs, writing a short message and swirling the Sharpie over the CD cover to make his exaggerated signature. “Pretty name for a pretty girl, yeah?”

You just giggle, and the girl next to you squeezes your hand. “She’s, like, completely in love with you,” she blabbers. “Every damn day since we got these tickets, it’s been, ‘What should I wear? Do you think Eddie will notice me?’”

You free your hand to elbow her, a little harsher than you’d intended. “Dianna!” you hiss, burying your face in your palms in a feeble attempt to hide your humiliation.

But Eddie just cocks his head, checking you out from head to toe. “Oh, he definitely noticed you,” he muses, handing you the CD with two lanyards. “You ladies wanna watch backstage? ‘Course you do; Charlie will bring you where you gotta go and, uh,” he looks directly at you, sending an excited shiver down your spine, “maybe we can notice each other a bit more later.”

You and Dianna nod vigorously as the beefy security guard leads you to the backstage VIP suite. A waiter comes around and takes your drink orders. You ask for a vodka soda, and Dianna gets a Long Island iced tea.

“You sure about that?” you whisper as the waiter walks away. “Those are really strong.”

Dianna shrugs. “It’s not every day we get free drinks. Might as well drink as much as we can.”

Meanwhile, Eddie’s fumbling his way through soundcheck, thinking about the way your breasts peeked out the top of your Corroded Coffin tank top, how your denim shorts perfectly cupped your ass, the shiny gloss that emphasized your lips. God, he wants those lips wrapped around his hard, throbbing–

“Munson? You wanna get your head out of your ass so we can put on a show?” Jeff’s voice booms through his mic. 

“He’s thinking about that hot chick he gave backstage passes to,” Gareth teases, and Simon makes kissy noises at their lead singer.

Eddie launches his guitar pick in Gareth’s direction, narrowly missing his head. “Shut the fuck up, all of you,” he grumbles, but he knows that they’re right. Just get through the show and she’s all yours. He palms himself over his pants discreetly. He’s never been more grateful for his guitar, since his tight leather pants do nothing to hide his burgeoning erection.

Corroded Coffin puts on a hell of a show, as usual. They close with “Rock Hard,” their hit single about hooking up with a groupie after a concert, and Eddie thanks every celestial being that it’s the last song of the night. As soon as the band thanks the audience and says their goodbyes, Eddie dashes offstage. He bolts into your suite, all sweat and smiles. “How’d you like the–” He stops, frowning when he sees an empty room, save for Charlie, who’s smoking a cigarette in a lounge chair. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Casanova,” Charlie drawls. “Her little friend drank too much, got sick all over the bathroom. Had to get them outta here before she ruined anything else.”

Eddie groans, throwing his head back as his bandmates laugh at his misfortune. “Goddammit,” he hisses, pushing his perspiration-soaked hair from his eyes.

“C’mon, man,” Simon claps a hand on Eddie’s back. “There’s a bar down the street; plenty of the girls from the show will be there…” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Nah, I’m just gonna head back to the bus. ‘M pretty beat.”

“Oh, something’s getting beat tonight,” Gareth jokes. Eddie flips him off, but once again, he’s right.

He’s barely closed the curtain to his makeshift bedroom before he’s hastily unbuttoning his leather pants, shoving his ringed hand into his boxer briefs. Just the sensation of his own touch has him bucking his hips. He runs his thumb over the bead of pre-cum pearling at his tip, using it to lubricate his palm. He uses his free hand to tug his pants down to his knees, sitting on the bed. He imagines you on your knees in front of him.

“S’big, isn’t it, baby?” Eddie coos. He leans over, letting a trail of saliva drip from his mouth to his shaft. “Thas’ right, spit on it. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grips the bedsheet with his left hand, dragging his right from base to tip. 

“What’s that? You want it in your mouth? Oh, pretty girl; you don’t have to ask twice.”

He fucks into his fist harder, feeling himself grow in his own grasp. “Mmm, let me make a mess of that face. Ruin that fuckin’ makeup you worked so hard on. Wanted me to notice you; well, I sure fuckin’ did. Knew I had to have you, sweet thing.” If you were actually here, you’d be gagging on his dick as your nose grazes the thatch of curls on his pevlis, tears reflexively gathering at the corners of your eyes. Your mascara would start to run; the telltale sign of a good blowjob.

He loosens his hold on the sheet, cupping his balls. “If you do that, ‘m gonna bust in that sinful mouth of yours, fuckin’ swear.” A harsh chuckle escapes his throat. “Bet you’d like that. Bet you’d take my whole load down your throat, swallow it all, yeah?”

Eddie brings himself right to the edge before forcing himself to slow down. “I know, baby. I know you wanna keep sucking me off. But I wanna–no, I gotta be in that perfect little pussy. Now, come sit on my cock. Nice and slow–thassit.” He tightens his grip on his length, keeping a slow rhythm to mimic the feeling of gradually filling you up. “You can take it, don’t worry. I’ve got you, baby girl.”

He bites his lower lip so hard that he swears it might bleed. “Oh, angel. Y’feel even better than I ever imagined, holy fuck.” He increases his pace, choking out a pathetic moan. “What’s that? You want me to come inside you? So desperate f’me, aren’t you?” He whimpers at the mental image of you bouncing on his cock, tits pressed up against the dusting of hair on his chest. “Come with me, fuck, wanna make you come. Want you to cream my cock while I fuckin’ fill you up.” Eddie lets out one last pornographic moan as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out onto his thick fingers. He pants, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from the high of his orgasm.

Cleaning himself up, Eddie grumbles to himself about your stupid drunk friend and how he’s so tired of fucking his own hand. He falls asleep quickly, worn out from the combination of the concert and his own post-show escapades.

The next morning, Eddie wakes up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. The bus driver has already set out for their next destination, somewhere in Bumblefuck. Eddie doesn’t care, he just wants you. Real you, not the fantasy he’d conjured up last night.

“Hey, boss,” Charlie says when Eddie pads out to the bus’s common space. “Forgot to give this to you after the show.” He hands him a folded piece of paper, which reads:

Eddie:

Had to get Dianna home before she puked on the carpet. I was not paying for that to be replaced–the tickets for your autograph already bankrupted me…

But if you wanna stop by my hotel room later, just give me a call. I don’t think you were done noticing me. I certainly wasn’t done noticing you. 

xo

You signed your name with a glossy lip print and your hotel room extension.

“Charlie,” Eddie starts through gritted teeth, “if you can convince the driver to turn this bus around, I won’t fire you.”

--

[readychilledwine]

hi, i’ve recently found your blog + wow, you’re writing is amazing! i have an idea for i would like to request, i hope that’s okay.

reader has just came home from book club w nesta, gwen and emerie at the house of wind. reader is mated to az - they’re been mated for about a few years. still reader has met nesta, reader almost always has her nose in a book - smutty book to be exact. reader is kinda embarrassed by this bc she wasn’t one to read smutty books before meeting nesta. az is starting to question why reader is always so invested in a book or why he has hardly seen reader for the last couple of weeks. az picks up the book reader is currently reading behind reader’s back & starts to get a little jealous maybe? az may confront reader about the book? i’m not to sure about the ending, but i do know az would do something like asking reader what their favorite scene & they could reenact it or something of that nature. i could totally see az teasing reader just a little bit as well.

i love for you to put your own spin on this. thank you 🩷🩷🩷

Book Boyfriend

Summary - Azriel has gotten a little tired of your reading habits.

Warnings - Az is a kind of a dick

A/n - I went the spicy mad Az route, and don't worry. Per Liz tradition, it's open for another part.

Azriel could have burned the damn book in your hands. You hadn't set it down in 3 days.

3 fucking days of you and Nesta curled into each other, drinking Rhysand's expensive wine, reading that stupid thick book.

He knew you loved to read. Books and book related gifts had been his go-to gifts for you since the mating bond snapped 100 years ago. But the obsession since Ness was made was unbearable.

He never had to fight for your attention until now. He felt a shoulder brush his. "Ah, they're in the "We don't want Cassian to know we're reading smut," pose."

Azriel froze, feeling down the bond and trying to get to your end. You had it locked down, but there was a soft blush on your and Nesta's cheeks. "How do you know its smut?"

Cassian sighed. "It's all they read, Azzy. Have you not noticed?"

His shadows darkened. You had hardly kissed or touched him in 3 days in favor of a smut novel? He could show you things, do things, most authors would only think of in their sick dreams.

He felt himself paling under Cassian's gaze. Was he not pleasing you anymore? Was he not performing to your expectations? You always seemed content, spent, and overjoyed when you two had sex.

"I need a fucking drink." Azriel stormed away. Slamming the door to your shared chambers shut. He took on look at the crystal whiskey decanter and decided to drink until you came to the room.

Azriel woke up to soft footsteps and the feeling of a blanket getting laid across him. He heard you sigh, falling into bed, then that faint creak of an unbroken in book spine opening.

Meaning you had a new book. A new smut novel to ignore him with. A new fake boyfriend to imagine between your thighs.

Azriel stood on shaking legs, and he went to bed. Watching as you snapped to book shut and set it on your nightstand title down. "Did I wake you?"

"Yup." He curled into the bed facing away from you. It was childish, but if you weren't happy, you could have just told him instead of replacing him.

When he woke up, raging headache and all, you were gone. But the book wasn't. He reached over and grabbed it, cracking the spine out of spite. 55 chapters in, and Azriel was bored. If he tried to fuck you on a table covered in paint, you'd glare at him about the mess. About getting paint 1000 places you shouldn't.

So why the hell were you reading a book about it?

It was late into the evening when you returned. Azriel had finished the book, marking specific things he wanted to confront you about. He didn't stand as the door opened, didn't greet you as you came in with a few bags. You were all smiles, dolled up in a pretty dress. Your hair was loosely curled, and makeup was done.

"Where the fuck have you been?" It came out as harsh as he expected it to. "I take a week off and you have hardly spent time with me."

He watched you jump, eyes going wide as you took a few steps back. "Nesta wanted to go into town. We lost track of time. I-"

"Lost track of time? Aren't you the female who taught Rhysand how to properly track the stars and sun?" He stalked toward you, book in hand. "Did you two go to find more vitriol like this?" He held it up, watching as your cheeks flushed and you went to reach for it.

"Azriel-"

He lifted it above his head. "You haven't touched me in weeks. You've kissed me maybe once. Hell, yesterday you were content to leave me on the damn couch. I can see why though, you're sitting here getting your needs met by some fictional fae lord instead of me. If you aren't happy anymore just tell me."

Shock hit your face slowly, mind whirling and emotions pouring into him from the bond. "Azriel, it's a book. Not another male."

That wasn't enough for him. "And how many times have you pleasured yourself to this book? Thinking about the main character between your thighs?"

You sighed. "To that one? Not a single time. I haven't gotten to read it and you already damaged the spine." The sadness in your voice made him pause, lowering the book until you could grab it.

You were always so gentle with your books, caring for them and placing them somewhere safe. Bookmarks never sat in them for too long out of fear of damage. He watched you stroke the spine, going to the bookshelf and placing it in the spot it would belong in to match your color based organization.

"Is this really about a book, or is something else going on?" You wouldn't look at him, wouldn't say his name. He could hear the soft tremble. "I'm sorry I made a friend. I'm sorry I've been spending time with Nesta instead of you. But she gets it. She gets how feeling like you don't belong in this family feels," a stab to his chest. "She gets how feeling out of place among you all feels," the stab turning into a gapping wound that had him leaning against the couch. "She gets what it's like to have a mate that is busy and expects you to be here waiting."

You had ripped his heart out. In 100 years, this had never come up. There had never been signs. "Y/n-"

He watched in silence as you held a hand up, moving to grab some clothes and a hair brush. "I'm going to sleep in a guest room tonight. This could have been turned into something beautiful, Az. We could have used these books to inspire fun in our bedroom," your hand ran along that damaged book. "Instead, you disrespected my belongings, accused me of an unthinkable act, and made this about your fragile ego."

You left the room, silence falling in the wake. Azriel stared at the book he had damaged. It was a first edition. A soft shade of blue with swirls of darkness. He walked to it, head hung in shame.

It was an escape. A way for you to cope with your feelings. No different than him training, and he had ruined it.

And now, he checked his calendar, he had 4 days to make it up to you before he, Cassian, and Nesta were gone for a month.

Leaving you alone all over again with nothing but an empty house and a book boyfriend.

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[milen0ch]

Tulpar trainees

Pairing: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings:NSFW(in the end)

A/N:I'm posting here for the first time, I hope it's not bad!

English is not my language so i used Google translate..😰

Another day of internship on Tulpar. You were anxious to get back to Earth. Why? Because Daisuke is a dumbass who can't be trusted with anything.

From the beginning, Daisuke's been pissing you off. Yes, he's cheerful and active, but how did he decide to take such a serious job? You didn’t have an answer to that question, because you were literally worlds apart.

«Y/N, help me please,» shouted Anya walking down the corridor to the medical section.

You quickly snatched a couple of rather bulky boxes from her hands. Having opened the automatic metal door, the boxes were placed on the floor.

«What is it?» you asked, tapping the box with your fingernails. «It's mostly painkillers, bandages, and disinfectants. Safety regulations require that all this stuff be in the med bay.» Anya carefully began to open the boxes and put the contents on the table.

«Your job is to put them in the lockers, and I'll rest for a while, if you don't mind.»

You nodded to Anya, and then she left for the cabins. Well, the lockers, both upstairs and downstairs, were empty, and you would have to put them all in the right order for the next hour. Okay, it's gonna take more than an hour.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

After half an hour, someone came into the room. You didn’t notice and continued your work, thinking it was Curly, checking the situation. You were brought out of your thoughts by a rumble. All the jars of painkillers were on the floor, and some of them had opened and the pills were scattered.

«Daisuke! What are you…!»

You were both angry and surprised at how he managed to do that.

«I'm sorry! It's just…»

Curley entered the sick bay and reprimanded you for being irresponsible. After all, the scattered medicines and broken jars were useless, and suddenly they could be helpful in case of something.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The medical trainee sat in the main lobby on the couch. You enjoyed watching the night display as much as Anya did, but Anya had been very tired in recent weeks, so for the second night, you were enjoying it alone.

You felt sad for being told off. It didn't seem like a big deal, but your perfectionism thought differently.

So much were you in your thoughts that you didn't hear the approaching footsteps behind you until a palm touched your shoulder. It was Daisuke.

«Hey… I'm sorry again about today,» he sat down on the couch with you from the platform. «It's all the fault of the table that wobbles every time I touch it!» «it's fine,» you replied, getting up from the couch. «If you don't mind, I'm going to bed.»

When you had already taken the first steps, you suddenly felt someone else's arms around you. You didn't push Daisuke away as you realized that he was trying to apologize in this way, but you don’t like him. Why let him do that?

The rest of the night, you just lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. Thinking about Daisuke.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The next week went by as usual. Toward the end of the day, you decided to go take a shower. As you took off your work overalls, Daisuke came running into the room.

«Y/N, do you happen to have a felt-tip pen? Oh…» Daisuke didn't immediately notice your half-naked body, but when he did, he turned away, blushing.

«Daisuke, you asshole!» you immediately covered yourself with your overalls. «I don't have your damn felt-tip pen! Get out of here!» «Nice figure, by the way…» said Daisuke as he left your room.

Now you were blushing not from anger, but from embarrassment.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

You were sitting at your desk in the medostack filling out some papers. You heard a knock on the metal door.

«Yes?»

It was Daisuke.

«Um, hi. Do you want to chat? I'm bored.» «You're welcome to sit down.» You nodded to the chair across from you.

Daisuke was very careful not to knock anything over this time. You mentally chuckled at that. Taking a seat across from you, Daisuke asked: «Why did you decide to work here? Did you decide from childhood that you wanted to be here?» Daisuke rested his chin on his palm.

«No, I didn't plan to be here at all.»

He saw you put the papers aside, and your speech became a little more serious.

«I wanted to be a medic, I really did. I studied a lot of biology, but I couldn't get into medical school. Working here was the last thing I had to do.» You frowned a little, but then asked back. «How did you get here?»

«My mom got me this part-time job. I didn't know what I wanted. At least you had a goal, but I didn't.» «You know, if space isn't your thing, you're bound to find one.»

You got up to put the papers in the closet behind your desk. You didn't notice Daisuke standing behind you. You gave him a questioning look. Your gaze rested on his lips, which came closer and closer with each passing second until they finally made contact with your own.

The quick, fleeting kiss awakened some special feelings in Y/N that wanted more. Their lips touched again, but this time in a more intimate way.

You ran one hand through his hair and placed the other on his cheek, tracing his birthmarks with her thumb. While Daisuke clutched your hips, lifting you up a little, for the difference in their height was a little large. They kissed selflessly until they heard the sound of the door opening and Anya appeared.

All you saw were two young men looking at her, breathing heavily. At first Anya didn't understand anything, but when she looked at their red faces, everything became clear.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Daisuke and Y/N had grown much closer in a couple months, fleeting kisses on the forehead or cheeks had become a regular occurrence. No, they weren't officially dating yet, but many had suspicions about it. Swansea had to listen to Daisuke talk about you all the time. And Anya had to hear the same thing, but only from you about Daisuke. Jimmy, on the contrary, was doubly disgusted with both of you It was night. Y/N were sitting on her bed in your cabin, reading a book. Daisuke came into the room without knocking. He was all disheveled, his not very long hair was gathered in a small ponytail, but the front strands were still falling out. He lays down next to your, resting his head on her lap.

«Daisuke, are you okay?»

«Swansea gave me a lot of work to do today, I'm very tired.» Daisuke spoke in a slightly haggard tone, but clearly in jest. «Oh, what are you reading?» Well, the tone changed to a more playful one.

Daisuke gets the book and suddenly you take it out of his hands. You bend slightly and kiss him on the forehead several times, running your hand through his hair.

Abruptly Daisuke lifts himself up flipping Y/N underneath him and hovering over her. You are embarrassed by yours position. Daisuke, on the other hand, was smirking.

«I was wondering how many ribs you have» Daisuke said, running his fingers over your ribs through Y/N's shirt. «Would you like me to count them?»

Daisuke then began to press his fingers hard on the outline of the bones, causing you to feel a tickle mixed with a little pain. The laughter of both of them echoed through the room.

«Daisuke! Stop it!» your eyes were already tearful.

When Daisuke stopped, they stared into each other's eyes for a long time. This eye contact didn't last long. Something clicked in their heads. Daisuke pulled Y/N into a kiss. This kiss gained momentum very quickly. When they were both short of breath, Daisuke pulled away from the sweet lips and moved lower, leaving wet kisses on the your sensitive neck as she sighed languidly in response.

Daisuke's hands reached the buttons of your shirt and began to unbutton them, opening a new territory for kissing and touching. But the neck wasn't finished yet, Daisuke had managed to leave a couple of purple bruises on the pale skin. At that moment no one cared that the hickeys were in plain sight, that no turtleneck would cover them. Though Y/N would definitely scold Daisuke for it.

When the shirt was finally removed from you, Daisuke stood up to look at her and assess her appearance. Your hair was disheveled, her cheeks were red, and you were wearing only a bra and pants. This appearance made Daisuke's jeans feel tight. Daisuke realized the situation they were in, which made the feeling of puzzlement completely overwhelm him.

You were tensed by such a sudden change in Daisuke's emotions, so you asked:

«Is everything okay?»

«I… Yes… I just don't know what to do next.» He smiled guiltily.

«Then will you let me take matters into my own hands?» He nodded approvingly. «Then lie down.»

Daisuke obediently lay down. Y/N settled on his thighs before removing her pants. You drew him into another passionate kiss. Her hands reached for the hem of his yellow T-shirt with the Pony Express logo, wanting to take it the hell off. Daisuke helped you with that, though you had to pull away from each other, but not for long. Y/N immediately ran your hand all over his torso. He wasn't heavily pumped, but he wasn't too skinny either. The best baseball player in his college, after all. They pulled away again .

Your hand reached for the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning them. Then you pulled them down along with his underwear, pulling out his already hard, excited cock. You ran your hand over it a few times, watching Daisuke's reaction.

Okay, enough teasing, Y/N pulled back the wet strip of your panties exposing herself and began to thrust herself at Daisuke. Soft moans came out of both of their mouths. Daisuke took hold of Y/N's waist helping you to start moving.Moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin spread throughout the room.

After a couple minutes both were hit by a strong wave of pleasure. You collapsed on Daisuke's chest breathing heavily.

«Ahem… Y/N will you be my girlfriend?» Daisuke asked, also breathing heavily, trying to squeeze out a smile.

«I will.»

If they know that the doors here are thin?

[biibini]

Hiii! I love your hcs! Can I request a scenario of going on a date to an arcade with Mizu? (and possibly winning her a Snoopy plushie??)

fluff modern!mizu x reader at an arcade date (request)

tags: fluff, arcade date, modern!mizu, reader & mizu are already dating, date nights, snoopy reference, sweet kisses, author loves love, author wishes that was her with mizu

a/n: thank YOU for reading my hcs! that one mizu & snoopy post is so adorable i just want my girl to be happy :,) also i’m starting school AGAIN i can never catch a break w this damned quarter system

modern!mizu & u are already dating in this scenario

but every other week would be a date night

it didn’t matter if it was a simple or extravagant date

it was always a designated time to catch up, spend quality time together, and experience new things

even with the busyness of college and classes and homework, it was still a night to look forward to

this upcoming friday was a night at the arcade

u had been there with friends before but it had been a couple months since ur last visit

it was also mizu’s first time going to the arcade w u as a date

u had already talked ab the games u wanted to try together such as the mario kart, a few shooting games, airhockey

modern!mizu would def let her competitive side come out with some games

she already gets competitive with taigen when it comes to sports

she totally doesnt rock his shit in basketball

if she’s against you, she’ll go easy on you

doesn’t mean she won’t back down from a fight

You and Mizu were hand in hand, checking out the games available at the arcade. Going down one of the aisles, you found yourselves at the some of the newer arcade games. Skimming at some of them, you hear a familiar sound.

Hadoken!

It was soon followed with a grunt and fighting groans. You turn back to find a Super Street Fighter game, patiently waiting to be played. Your eyes widen as they found the perfect challenge.

You playfully tugged at Mizu’s hand, pointing at the retro machine.

“I bet I can beat you at the Street Fighter.” you said, lightly jabbing at her competitive spirit. You knew she would put her all in it. However, you wondered of its limit.

Mizu glanced at you, and then looked back to spot the machine. Her eyes ignited, seeing the challenge put right in front of her by her

“You in?” you say, defying her in a playful tone.

“You bet.”

so um

turns out that was the WORSE POSSIBLE GAME YOU COULD CHALLENGE MIZU TO

u played a little bit with friends and family but mizu was on another level

how exactly did mizu beat ur ass for 5 rounds straight???

old man eiji.

he was a retro arcade go-er during his prime

even had the game console to continue his practice at home

if he wasn’t welding or fixing up someone’s bike, he was definitely spending his time grinding on the game

so modern!mizu end up playing games with him bc he got sick and tired of the computer bots

Player 2 Wins blinks again on the screen while her character, Ryu, celebrates another round of victory. You slowly turn to face Mizu to find a grin forming on her face.

“Wanna go again, baby?”, she taunts, hugging your hips closer to her.

You blankly stare into her eyes, your orbs empty from defeat. Mizu already knew your answer.

“Let’s find one we can both do.”, she said as she gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder, beginning your hunt for the next game to win together.

modern!mizu would def try to win u a prize

actually no not one

all of them. yes she will try.

do not let her in a round1

iykyk

that is plushie heaven and credit/debit hell

her poor card will be spent trying to win u a prize

she wouldn’t outright announce her achievements

but she would attempt to sneak away from u, hoping to get lucky and win a plushie or two

u loved and appreciated the sweet thought

but

there was no room on the bed, the bookshelves, the desk, the couch

mizu even brought a couple plushies back home but her old man started to complain about mizu and u coming by just to drop off plushies and not see him

(he likes the plushies but bro is alone with his craft and misses his girl sometimes)

if u eyed any specific prize, modern!mizu would stop for nothing to earn it for u

at the arcade, u eyed a snoopy plushie, stuck in a claw game (for a little too long) and pouted at how cute it was

like cmon it was rlly cute

he had a puffer and a lil hat

mizu immediately saw ur reaction and locked in

Mizu’s arm slides off your shoulder. You look back, hoping to find the missing arm. No arm, no Mizu.

Instead, you find her striding over to the claw machine you just stared at with a goal in mind. Snoopy was coming with you, one way or another. The thought of Snoopy being in your arms was nice, but there was no way she was going to get it.

First off, your bedroom was already filled with plushies. Peace and love to all of them. They were practically your babies. However, every flat surface or shelf had a plushie. Every. Single. Surface.

The bed was crowded as well. No way there would be space for another plushie. There was also no way that she would go back home to drop off more plushies. Eiji was at his limit with the amount she dropped off during the last time.

Secondly, she had already spent so much money trying to get twinning plushies for the both of you. Her poor credit card was taking hit after hit after hit. Mizu drastically failed after every attempt and you had to basically pull her away from the machine after her 11th time.

Third of all, the both of you were getting ready to leave the arcade for dinner. After getting demolished by Mizu 5 rounds in a row at Super Street Fighter, you didn't have much energy in you to play more games.

But once Mizu gets set on something, it's hard to pull her away from it. It was already difficult separating her from her failed claw games earlier. You just decided to accept the outcomes of this claw machine this time around.

On the other hand, Mizu was in the zone. She studied the position of the plushie, focusing on how far back Snoopy sat. She slid the arcade card, starting her future attempts to retrieve the plushie. She bit the inside of her cheek as her hand carefully held the joystick. The machine jingled, starting its countdown.

0:30

Mizu took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Focus Mizu.

0:29

You can get this for Y/N.

0:28

Mizu opens her eyes, pushing the joystick to the right in hopes of aligning the claw with Snoopy. She then pushes the joystick forward, nudging it as it gains proximity to the dog plushie.

0:23

The claw seemed right above Snoopy. Although it made you satisfied, Mizu couldn't agree. Something felt off.

0:21

She nudged the joystick to the left once.

0:20

Still unsatisfied, she pushed the claw back. Her eyes squinted, hoping to gain a clearer view of the claw and its alignment.

0:18

She continues to stare at the placement, studying it. Almost watching it like prey.

You watch from behind as you hear the faint sounds of laughing and other arcade games being played go off. In front of you is complete silence and concentration.

0:10

Mizu nudges the joystick forward.

0:09

She gets closer to the game. At this point, her face is practically smudging her view.

0:07

She nudges the joystick to the right once again. She sees the claw fully aligned with the plushie.

0:06

Should I press the button?

0:05

Mizu's eyes glance up and down, hoping to draw the line between the claw and your future prize.

0:04

You watch as her right hand is sitting on top of the collect button. Her fingers are so close to pushing it, practically edging the top of the button. They're ready to take the chance yet her hands refuse to commit.

0:02

"Drop it, Mizu."

0:01

She nudges the joystick one more time, bringing it slightly forward.

0:00

You come up next to her, watching the claw machine slowly descend down to the gigantic pile of plushies, a mix of Snoopy merchandise. Yet only one got your heart.

The claw extends, closing in on the plushie you stared at earlier. Its thin, metal arms wrap around Snoopy's head. It tightened its grip, securing Snoopy in the arm.

You watch the plushie slowly ascend. The both of you carefully watch the claw bring the prize. As the claw continued its journey to the drop-off corner, it slightly swung back and forth. You grab Mizu's right hand, holding it in anticipation and fear. She squeezes it once.

You look up to meet her gaze only to find a reassuring smile. You mirror her, giving her one back. You hear a small thud below. Mizu bends down to find your beloved Snoopy, handing him to you.

Your eyes widen. Snoopy was much cuter up close, especially with his little hat and baby blue puffer jacket. Looking up, you spot a proud Mizu. You simply get closer to her and give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, baby."

"Of course," she answers. "Anything for you, my dear."

She backs away and extends her hand out: an invitation to lunch.

You smile, accepting the invitation. With intertwined hands, you leave the arcade with another plushie in hand.

[kairiscorner]

to celebrate this blog's monthsary, i have a lil gift for y'all :D hoping y'all love it, and hoping i'll see you guys more on my blog! cheers (✿◕‿◕✿)

celebrating your monthsary with them

miles morales 1610

oh, to say he'd been anxious for this day was an understatement; he was both happy, excited, nervous, kinda sick in his stomach as he realizes it's been around 30 whole days since you agreed to be with him. 30 whole days. usually, from what he's heard and seen, not a lot of high school romances go on after 14 days, 21 if they really wanted to push it--and to see that you still loved him the same way he loved you, even as he constantly falls for you more and more everyday... man, oh man, do you put butterflies in his stomach.

he went all out this time and stayed up the whole night painting something for you. i like to think miles hasn't traditionally painted on canvas and with paintbrushes for a hot minute, so he kinda was stumped when he realized that he would have to refresh himself on how to do it; but it was for you, so of course, he'd make it perfect and made it scream: 'i'm in love with you, please, never forget that my love for you is here. it'll only get better from here on out as long as i'm with you'.

when he handed the painting to you, he looked disheveled and tired, but he smiled widely as he handed it to you. he used graffiti on some parts because he knows how passionate you are about it just as he is--that's another reason he wanted to be with you in the first place, you understood him and love him and his passions as well. he painted all your favorite things on it, scenes of his favorite memories with you, as if the photos themselves were placed on the painting... he thought of you the whole time he made this.

"happy monthsary, love. sorry, i know i sound so corny right now... but i just really, really love you and... and i wanna keep loving you, every day, week, month, year--every lifetime after this."

miles morales 42

like his counterpart, he would have been a little skeptical at how long you've been with him--how come you haven't gotten tired of being with the same boy every day? how do you still find room in your heart to think of him as someone special? how come you still light up his world every single time he looks at you, sees you smile, and feels you hold on to him? ...you've got him questioning how long he can keep being in this paradise with you and being so damn smitten with you in every way possible.

he hasn't felt such a warm and meaningful connection with someone he truly adores for the longest time–and he wants to let you know you are the most important person in his life apart from his mom and uncle aaron.

i think he'd take you out on a date, and that'd be a total shocker to you since usually, miles hates going out when it's not discussed between you two in advanced; but this time is different, this time marks the beginning of a new month for you two, a new beginning in your relationship as you continue to be with him despite how difficult he can get.

he shows up at your doorstep with lilacs wrapped in a pretty bouquet, and looking at you with such soft eyes and an adoring smile on his face, he mutters a thank you for being with him for this long; for remaining humble and kind towards him even if he can be a handful all the time.

"happy monthsary, mi cielo. i might sound like a total dork right now, but... i love you. and i keep finding myself falling for you over and over and over again whenever i see you, hear you, and feel you close to me. i promise, i will never make you feel lonely or sad, so long as you'll let me. because... i really love you."

gwen stacy

you have given gwen so much relief over the time that you were there for her before you two got together, and albeit she was extremely nervous and anxious about being your girlfriend and opening her heart up again to someone near and dear to her heart, she truly cherishes you and is beyond grateful that you never changed her or forced her to bury that fear just to feel like everything's okay.

she will admit that she often feels scared and that breaking up would be good for the both of you, but she also feels like she wouldn't be the same without you. you've changed her life for the better in so many ways, she doesn't really wanna leave you, instead, she wants to protect you and make sure you're safe–but actually, you end up doing that for her, too.

she's eternally grateful for you since, in your own ordinary, little ways–without even knowing it sometimes–you save gwen time and time again from her own insecurities and self-doubt; and as you stay with her for a whole month, never once neglecting her or her needs, she feels more reassured that you do love her, that she is doing okay, and that you wouldn't just leave her out of the blue.

she'd show her appreciation by sitting with you under the stars in a spot in the park or by a more secluded area only you two know about and just... admire you as you're admiring the stars, and eventually her when you feel her gaze on you.

"i don't know what i did to deserve you coming into my life, i know i messed up a lot in the past, but... maybe the universe is kinder to me this time. maybe i can love without having to think anything bad'll happen, and... i always want that person to receive all my love to be you, and only you."

pavitr prabhakar

he'd actually keep count of all the days you two have been together; like, every day you are with him is never erased from his mind. i think pav would have amazing memory, and actually, there's never a day that went by for the past month that didn't have you two in it. be it the good and the bad, the calm and the chaotic, you two are always together, and he can recall each and every thing, great and small, that made him feel happy with you.

though he says being spider man is easy for him, loving you is much easier. it comes to him like how breathing comes to him, it feels natural, not forced, and like it was always meant to happen for him to feel like he's really living, that he's alive.

your love gives him more of a reason to keep trying as spider man as pavitr, even though you had only been with him for a month, he can picture living every day for the rest of his life with you. i think what he'd do to express that would be through him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he holds you close as you two are bonding at his place or yours--just in each others' company.

"i can't believe i'm literally the coolest guy in all of mumbattan, but i'm dating the one person who makes me feel like all of this is worthwhile; that it all means something to be... me, and it's to be with you. thank you, love, for being my purpose. you'll always be my purpose every day."

hobie brown

now hobie doesn't like labels, but... he is quite a sentimental guy, believe it or not. when he realized today was the exact day you two agreed to be reciprocate each others' feelings, he felt a little tingly about it, a little warm, a little fuzzy, a little... well, a whole lot actually, a whole lot brighter about what's to come in the future.

hobie wants you to know, even though he tries to express it so many times over the 30-ish days you two have been together, that he loves you not only for how you look, how you smile, how you fight, how you speak, how you laugh, how you do everything... but also how you've grown on him, how you've practically become his everything.

he's a very chill and low-key guy, but he really wants you to know that even without a label, you're not just "somebody" to him. so, he's been collecting small mementos of scraps from battles, sanded them down, and polished them to look prettier and... made you a promise bracelet.

"now, i know i said i don't believe in consistency, but you're the sole exception, love. this bracelet i made for you, it... it means more than what words will allow. it'll hold all the promises i've ever made you and will continue to make, and every time i'll see it on you, you'd best believe i'll make them all come true. such as this one i'm about to make right now: to love you forever and ever, in an inconsistently consistent way, just the way you love it."

miguel o'hara

he didn't realize it had been a whole month since he admitted to you that you've been the only one he's loved for the longest time. it actually scares him a little, how no universe has collapsed ever since you agreed to date him, almost as if... this was supposed to happen; he was allowed to love you.

the thought of you loving him also scares him a bit, knowing that he can be scary and intimidating a lot of the time, he hopes you never felt the urge to hide from him or leave him be; he hates to admit this, but he can't be himself when you're not around. you have provided him with so much relief from all the pain and sorrow he's experienced for the longest time, and to lose you would... it would be like losing everything he's worked so hard to keep.

your love is worthwhile to him, a warm, nurturing, humble kind of love that he is scared to lose. you try to reassure him all the time that he deserves it, and he still struggles to believe you, but seeing as how you've kept loving him for a whole month and never left him once... he wants to thank you for it.

he doesn't exactly have a fancy gesture for it, other than create a whole ass ring for you that acts like his watch. he wants you to know that with this ring, he is just one call away. he wishes he gave this to you the moment you said yes to him, but better late than never, no? he can feel himself crumbling as he fumbles over his words, just kinda hoping that... you'll kiss him to shut him up and spare him from the embarrassment.

"um... sorry that i... i never really gave this to you before, b-but i'm here to give it now. it's a ring i made, it works like the watch, but it's way more compact, and, uh... you can call me on it anytime if you need me. i'm just one call away, if you need anything... i'll be here waiting for you. waiting for you to, to... to call me because... i want you to need me to help you, because... because i truly love you and would dedicate my everything to you."

spider noir

he'd wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare you a whole day of pampering and affection, because he's also kept the details of this day down to the last letter in the front of his mind, every day.

peter is very intricate about how he wants everything you experience today to have at least some semblance of how he feels about you. he never thought you'd stay with him for this long, he's dreamed of loving you for a lifetime, and now... maybe it'll come true, he can show you all the love he's held back for so long in fear you'd leave him not long after he confessed to you.

he'd buy you flowers of all kinds, he'd open doors for you, pull back your chair when you're going to sit, and... just do all sorts of little gestures of love for you to make sure you're not only happy, comfortable, and safe--but that you feel that what he does for you is a choice for him; a choice for him that he will always choose because he wants you.

he'd try his hardest with aunt may to cook you up a wonderful candlelit dinner, and when aunt may leaves you two alone to talk and reminisce such happy memories and a successful relationship so far... he realizes just how much of a little boy he feels when he looks into your eyes; a full-on blush coming on form the tips of his ears down to where his collarbone starts and a goofy grin plastered on his face as he tries to tell you all that he's longed to tell you.

"...thank you, my dearest, for... for bearing with me. it's no easy task to love a man when his name is peter benjamin parker, trust me, i'm very aware of how hard it is. i hope you... i hope you know just how much i adore you, every single day, you are all that fills my mind. i want to give you the happiest life, the best kind of life i can offer you as your lover. so please... if you'll have me for many more months, years, even... i'll show you just how much love a man like me can carry for the most perfect person in the world, who's sitting across me right now and watching me blush as red as a tomato and grin like the happiest guy in the world, which i am right now."

a/n: THANKS AGAIN GUYS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT !! 627 FOLLOWERS ALREADY??? I'M LOVING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU ALL MORE AND MORE BY THE SECOND <333 THANK YOU GUYSSSSS !!

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @fiannee @maxoloqy @luvstarrstruck @pixqlsin @zalayni @q2ie @thee-fantastic-mrfox @solecitoszn @yuridopted0 @fictarian @jrrantss

[abbysdruidess]

•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•headcanons about married life with abby [w nsfw]•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•

wc: 1.1k

tags: tooth rotting fluff, smut, dom!Abby, dom/sub dynamics mentioned

a/n: lmk what you guys think abt this one:)

this is kinda in the same universe along with the abby proposes to you and wedding hcs, so if you haven't you could check them out-though this one could also be read as a standalone<3

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❦ you guys put a lot of work into your little dreamhouse™️ and are extremely proud of it. As an out and about lesbian, Abby took up a woodworking project and built a library that fits right into the wall of your living room. Which you were extremely supporting of, because it gave you the lovely opportunity to ogle your wife in a tank top and work pants, huffing, red faced and wiping sweat from her forehead in your backyard. You set an alarm and every couple of hours you bring her some cool water or lemonade with fruit and brush some locks of hair out of her dewy face<3

❦ she's also one of these people that don't believe in bringing in a handyman to fix any faulty appliance in your household. She has a huge, neon yellow tool box stashed away somewhere(you still aren't sure exactly where) that magically reappears everytime your car won't start or the air-conditioner starts making a noise. And 90% of the time Abby gets the job done, running on pure willpower and spite alone. When she doesn't and you guys have to bring someone else to do it, she just goes "Pfft, I could have totally done that. I just didn't cause I thought I might break it.". "Of course honey", you reassure her with a kiss on the cheek. You don't have her saved in your phone with an image of Bob the Builder for nothing.

❦ you guys are over at her dad's place a lot. When you were looking for a house, you made sure to get a place near his so you could visit whenever. He has a photo of you two from the wedding in his mantlepiece making the goofiest faces imaginable and every single time you visit Abby pesters him to take it down while you shit yourself laughing in the background.

❦ also, when your step-siblings Yara and Lev join, it's absolute chaos. You guys probably end up having an impromptu food fight and flick celery sticks at each other.

❦ if you have any hobbies such as knitting/playing instruments/writing etc she's fullly behind them and will always ask you to show her your progress. She's pretty proud of it as well, and smiles a little excitedly like :D

❦ please sing to her. It doesn't matter if you haven't sang a day in your life and it sounds like tires screeching on asphalt, it calms her when her baby sings to her. Will think you have the voice of a choir of angels no matter what and it is the only thing that can effectively put her to sleep. Bonus points if you play the guitar as well.

❦ Abby is really into reading(probably why she got that library built in the first place) and has one permanently etched in her night stand. She strikes me as one of these people that is a fan of the classics and doesn't read anyone that came after Hemingway. Until for her 26th birthday someone gifts her books from like Stephen King or Alison Bechdel and initially she's hesitant but eventually they grow into her and are stationed into her Hall of Fame shelf.

❦ whenever either of you is sick, you insist to pamper and care for one another. During the winter months Abs has a cold or the flu every month or so, and you have to actually fight her to take the day off and rest.

-Baby, you burning up. If you go to work you'll just get worse.

-I'm *cough* fine. I honestly feels 10 years younger. I don't get what the big deal is.

❦ you two definitely exercise together. Either you always go to the gym together-although you're not there as often as she is. Abby exercises religiously 5 times a week and that exercise will take place with or without you, but she would be damned if she didn't love when you tagged along with her. Either you guys have set up a little home gym with some basic equipment like mats, a treadmill, these bouncy balls and a weight lifting bench. Of course, you spot her, because you will take up any offer to ogle at her putting those big, powerful guns she calls arms to work. She reciprocates by insisting to hold your thighs while you do sit ups. And she inevitably ends up squeezing them like balls of dough.

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❦ when you first met Abby in your early 20s, you though it was natural for a woman her age to have such a heightened libido. After all, she did get around a lot for someone that looked like her. And that instict to fuck you senseless never abandons her-Abby is in a constant state of Wanting to Fuck, and is game whenever you are.

❦ Your sexcapades have included(but are not limited to): empty libraries, locker room showers, back alleys of clubs and just about any sturdy furniture in your house.

❦ she is a total beast when it comes to lovemaking, and can go anywhere from 2 hours to all night long, although most sessions end when you tap out bc you know you'll be sore tomorrow.

❦ even though everyone knows you're Mrs and Mrs from the ring on your finger, Abby wants to reassure that, by marking you as hers. Hickies, bites, anything is game. And she loves the slight sting of the scratch marks you leave her when she hops in the shower the morning after. She calls them claw marks affectionately.

❦ Loooves strapping you to positions she can utilise her muscle strength, like flatiron or missionary with her arms propped up. When you're scissoring, she wants to be the one with her legs on top, grinding her pussy into yours like it's nothing.

❦ I think Abby has this very hard dom image, and while she wants to take over during sex and feel like the one in control, she also needs to be taken care of. She works hard from day to night, and her past partners haven't been exactly accommodating to her needs. So whenever she's particularly exhausted, crawl under the covers to give her some head. Or in the shower. Or in the couch. Or under the dining table. She definitely cums fast when you suck her clit, it gets extremely sensitive and swollen while you're in between her legs.

❦ Is an occasional squirter, and also loves to make you squirt. It happened once as you were riding her face, and she just. slurped it all up. You lowkey passed out on the spot as your knees almost gave up.

❦ cuddling with her afterwards. There's still some resounding bliss in the air, as you both treasure the moment, your limbs all tangled up. You leave small kisses all over her sternum as she tightens her grip around you. If you're too exhausted, you fall asleep immediately, if not you just glance at each other through heavy lids with lovestruck eyes. You sleep like a baby and wake up feeling as refreshed as ever.

send me an ask if you guys would like me to elaborate any of these<3

[queen-of-deans-booty]

His Anchor

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: MoC!Dean, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: how about mark of Cain dean and he is an ass to everyone but the reader. He is all fluffy and lovely dovey with the reader and one night he has had enough of her cuteness and just kisses her… maybe she tells him about a book she is reading… 

Summary: Dean is affected by the Mark in ways you and Sam don't realize, and he's trying not to let it affect others around him. However, there is only one person who can lift his spirits even when he's shrouded in darkness.

Square Filled: the first blade (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Dean sits alone at the library table with just a dim lamp to light the room and a glass of alcohol next to him. He hasn’t been doing good as of late because of the fucking Mark on his arm. It’s a constant reminder of how much he’s got to lose, and it’s taken over his life. He wants the damn thing removed but he’d be putting people in danger if he does. This Mark has already claimed so much of his life that he’s trying to hold onto whatever he has left, refusing to give into it more.

He traces the edge of the Mark with his index finger and goosebumps crawl up his arm immediately. There’s something raw in the danger that befalls the Mark including the First Blade. He’s used it plenty of times to kill those who deserve it even though it itches for more. The First Blade will never be satisfied with how many kills Dean gives it because there is a purity in how many victims it can claim.

Including himself. In the end, he’ll fall victim to his own blade. Would he die? Would the Mark allow him the sweet relief of death?

“Hey, you alright? Why is it so dark in here?”

Dean is pulled from his thoughts and looks up at his brother who has entered the room.

“What do you want?” Dean asks and turns the brightness up on the lamp.

“I might have found a lead on Metatron. He’s the only one that’s gonna have information on the Mark.”

Dean is so sick and tired of hearing how his brother found a lead only for that lead to turn up dead. He’s been led on by hope far too many times only for it to bite him in the ass later.

“Sammy, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop looking for the cure. It’s pointless if it means a lot of people are gonna be hurt in the process.”

“I know but this time is different. Listen to this. Rowena is a really old witch. She comes from the same kind of magic as the Mark, so I figure if we can get to Metatron, then--”

Dean slams his glass onto the table, shattering it to pieces. His hand bleeds but he doesn’t care about that. Sam jumps at the sudden noise and stares at his brother with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Don’t make me smack you.”

Sam’s shoulders sag in defeat.

“Fine. Whatever.”

The younger brother leaves to investigate this on his own. If Dean isn’t gonna help him then he’ll do everything himself. Dean knows he will never give up because that’s not what they do. If it were Sam who took this Mark on, then Dean would be the same way. Dean shakes his head and grabs another glass from the small cart by the table and pours himself another drink. He has bigger things to worry about than the Mark like Rowena, Cain, the Book of the Damned, and just about every fucking thing in his life.

You walk into the library with a book in your hand and Dean’s mood becomes ten times better. Everything in his life is fucked up but you. You’re the light in all this darkness and he’s so scared you’ll end up hurt because of him. You look up and smile when you see Dean but the smile is lost when you see the pieces of glass on the table.

“Hey, where’s Sam?” you ask.

“Doing nerdy things,” Dean shrugs.

“Okay, can I talk to you about this book I just finished? Like I need to tell someone.”

“Sure,” he chuckles and welcomes the distraction.

“Okay,” you rush to the table and sit next to him, “so the main character, Alana, works at this big company that everyone knows about and she feels trapped doing the same shit every single day. She wants to be doing more with her life but doesn’t know where to start or what she should be doing. That is, until the CEO of the company, Marcel started doing some shady shit. She tries to find out what he’s been up to, and it turns out that he’s making this serum that will make him rule the universe or some shit like that. She’s like hell no so she tries to foil his plans but ends up as his test subject! She tries to escape him but he ended up giving her the serum since he needed a human subject. This whole big fight happens between them but I was not expecting that turn of events!”

Dean isn’t paying attention to a goddamn word you’re saying. You’re so passionate and happy about this book you’re reading that he’s focused on your smile, the way your eyes light up, and how you can’t sit still. You give him joy like no other. How did he ever cope before he met you?

“Are you even listening to me? Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask.

Dean can’t help but grab your chair and pull you closer to him. He slides his big hands into your hair and plants his lips on your impulsively. You haven’t felt his lips in over a year since he kissed you when he was ass-backward drunk. You thought he never brought it up because he was drunk, but he didn’t want the one good thing in his life to go away if he confessed how he felt about you.

He pulls away from you and watches as your mouth opens and closes like you don’t know what to do. Your cheeks heat up in nervousness because you were not expecting that at all.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I’m glad I found you and not Sam.”

“So, how did Alana escape Marcel?”

Just like that, you’re back to passionately talking about your book. You’re the only thing anchoring him down and keeping him sane, and he needs a bit of that right now.

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[minniesmutt]

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢: 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢

♱ ━━━  PAIRING: I.N X READER ♱ ━━━  CW: STOMACH MENTIONS, NAUSEA, FOOD, WET DREAMS, SOMNO, FINGERING, UNPROTECTED SEX, DIRTY TALK, CREAMPIE ♱ ━━━  WC: 1.1K

     Y/n was on the verge of damning corsets. They were typically something she would just put up with day in and day out. But her stomach had been giving her more issues lately and the vampires were starting to worry.

     “Do you want to rest for a bit Princess?” Jeongin had asked.

     He had some business in town and Y/n offered to occupy him. Hoping the fresh air would help whatever was going on with her. Hwan had offered to switch out her wardrobe to dresses that didn’t require the garment which she was thankful for.

     “I’m fine Jeongin. We’re almost back anyways.” Y/n dismissed

     “Are you sure? You don’t look well.”

     She didn’t feel well. She had barely eaten, not by choice. Just the thought of food made her nauseous. She’d felt ill when she woke up and Hwan helped her with a cup of tea and that seemed to help. Bless the maid for that quick trick.

     “I’m sure,” Y/n assured him as he wrapped an arm around her.

     “Have you eaten today?”

     “Food hasn’t sounded appetizing lately. Every time I think about food I feel sick,” Y/n explained 

     “Can you please try and eat something when we get back? I’ll sit with you.”

     Y/n agreed as they finished their trek back to the manor. Once they got there, Jeongin had the staff prepare a meal for Y/n and sat with her in the dining room. One of the butlers had brought her a cup of tea and a glass of water in the meantime.

     Jeongin kept a hand on her lap and rubbed her thigh as she sipped her tea. The staff brought out a meal for her. Jeongin watched her slowly try to eat. One bite at a time. 

     “Proud of you,” Jeongin said as she finished up. 

     “Can we go lay down?” Y/n asked 

     “Of course.”

     Jeongin walked her to her room and helped her into bed, lying down with her. Wrapping his arms around her body. It had been a long day for them and he understood how she had fallen asleep quickly.

     Anyone else and he would have left. But it was Y/n. The one exception to not just him but all of them. 

     He lay content in the bed, arms kept her warm against him as she let out a small whimper. Jeongin looked down as he moved her to lay on her back. Worried it was a nightmare, he scanned over her expression. He was ready to wake her until his name deliciously slipped from her lips. 

     “Naughty girl,” He chuckled as another slipped from her. 

     Jeongin leaned down and kissed her exposed neck, one hand holding her hip. She let out another moan, the hand on her hip bunched up the skirt of her dress. Jeongin listened to her little moans as his hand slipped under her dress and past her undergarment. Her heartbeat was still steady from before she started having a wet dream. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself a bit. He wanted to know what images were running through her mind as one of his fingers ran through her slick folds. The tip of his finger teased her puckering hole.

     Smiling as he remembered that just this morning she asked him if she would try something later, something being fucking her while she slept. Something Hyunjin slipped into her brain the other day and now she was curious. He made it a point to be out with her longer than he needed to be to tire her out because the thought excited him. 

     He lifted his head and watched her expression as he dipped his finger into her. Not much of a reaction but he still thrusted in and out of her. Rubbing up against her walls and pushing a second finger inside of her. A moan slipped past her lips as he started spreading her open. Thumb moving to rub slow circles into her clit.

     His name came out of her mouth before he moved to sit between her thighs, pulling his fingers out of her and pulling her undergarment away, discarding the piece to the floor. Perfectly spread out for him as he discarded her dress, careful not to disturb her sleep. 

     Jeongin quickly discarded his own clothing before returning his fingers inside of her. Jeongin sat up on his knees and stroked his erection as he prepped her for him. He listened to the delectable sleepy moans that came out of her when his long fingers brushed against that one gummy spot inside her. Breathing picking up a bit before he pulled his digits out of her. 

     He pulled his hips towards her, laying her bottom on his thighs as he dipped his tip into her. He sat up straight and held onto her hips as she started stirring while he continued pushing into her. Getting fully inside her and letting her get used to him subconsciously before pulling out and thrusting into her. 

     Eyes watching her chest bounce with each thrust. Gradually he sped up. He listened to her moans pick up until he watched her sleepy eyes open. 

     “Have a nice dream princess?” Jeongin smirked 

     “Yes.” Y/n moaned as she grabbed her sheets

     He’d have to question her later about what happened in her dream. Right now, he was focused on drilling into her. Y/n moved her hands up to grab his wrists as he snapped into hers. 

     “More innie.” Y/n moaned 

     “Greedy today?” Jeongin teased as he adjusted their position. Throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaned down, bending her in half as he drove his cock into her. 

     Y/n threw her head back into the pillow as he hit the right spot inside her. Abusing it and making her clench more and more around him. His breath picked up as he gripped the sheets under them. Placing them next to her to support his weight. 

     He pressed deeper and deeper until the knot in her stomach snapped and she clamped down on him. Warmth flooded through her as her release coated his cock.

     “Fuck,” Jeongin groaned and he pushed himself to the edge, letting his cum fill her. 

     He pulled out and moved to her en-suite bathroom to grab a warm wet rag to clean up. Not wanting to push her more since she wasn't feeling too well. He came back and cleaned the both of them up before pulling her under the covers with him

     Jeongin ensured both of them were comfortable under the sheets as Y/n laid up on his chest. The vampire smiled at her as he laid her hand on her back. 

     The small domestic moment was ruined by a rapid knock on the. Both turned as Jeongin pulled the covers over her body more before the door opened.

     “Sorry for the intrusion Princess and my lord but it’s urgent news,” Hwan said

     “What is it?” Y/n asked her 

     “Your father passed.”

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you are not alone | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

story based on a request by a lovely anon: Steve works as a nurse and lives in a two bedroom apartment. He decided to put out an ad for a roommate and the reader finds it. She’s in desperate need of a place to stay after her father dies. It was just the two of them and she has to use almost all the money she makes working to pay off remaining medical bills.

The reader and Steve have a falling out within the first month of her living there but he keeps her around because she pays her part of the rent and keeps to herself. The two of them are usually throwing digs at one another.

Steve doesn’t realize the reader is going through so much financial stress and the loss of her father. She works two jobs (diner and bar) and is gone a lot. However, Steve starts to notice she hardly eats and sleeps and it’s taking a toll on her health.

One night when Steve gets home from his shift at the hospital he finds the reader fell asleep sitting at the bar in the kitchen. He goes up and puts his hand on her back to wake her and she gets startled. Steve steadies her and tries to calm her down. She’s still disoriented and dizzy. Steve carries her to the sofa and tries to check her vitals but she pushes him away. He lectures her for not eating and makes her eat something before letting her go to bed.

A few weeks later the reader gets sick and is really weak, so Steve takes care of her even though she tells him to leave her alone. In her vulnerable state she finally tells Steve what’s been going on.

An enemies to friends type of story with a soft and caring Steve once he realizes she needs help. angst, slight enemies to lovers, and they were roommates trope, fluff in the end, modern!AU

7 830 words

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

TW: mentions of: death, family member loss

Dear anon, thank you for your request and I really hope you won't be disappointed!

(I know you requested enemies to friends but I made it lovers instead, because the hopeless romantic inside me is desperate, I'm sorry)

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"Aaand here's for another failed date." Eddie smirked and tilted the shot into his mouth, immediately followed by Robin, Steve and Chrissy.

"I'm so damn tired of this, man." Steve said and slumped helplessly on a soft chair in the corner of the living room. "Everything looks the same, movie, dinner, after dinner we go to my place, have sex and the magic is gone, she sneaks out in the middle of the night and the next day she doesn't answer any messages."

"Maybe you're too desperate?" Robin asked, he sent her a questioning look. "Think about it, it is said that true love comes suddenly and unexpectedly, while you, on the contrary, catch on to anything that moves."

"Robin!" Chrissy jabbed her in the arm.

"What!"

"Be nice!" the blonde rolled her eyes. "Maybe Steve has already met someone who will turn out to be more than a hook-up, and he doesn't know it? Look at us, all through high school we didn't exchange a word with each other, and now I can't imagine a day without your voice." She kissed her girlfriend on the forehead.

"You guys are disgusting." Steve scoffed.

"And you're jealous." replied Robin pulling Chrissy to her and kissing her deeply.

"Ah, ladies! Please spare poor Harrington tonight!" laughed Eddie, filling the glasses anew.

"Thank you, Eddie!" exclaimed the brunette immediately reaching for one. "Can we change the subject?"

"How's your roommate? Doesn't she mind your guests?" asked the metalhead.

"Nope." He waved his free hand and after a moment he brought up a shot. "She's practically not at home at all, and when she comes back it's at night and she sleeps, but when we see each other, exceptionally, she annoys me to the core."

"Why?"

"She constantly walks around fuming, looking at me as if I've committed a crime and getting any word out of her verges on the most miraculous."

"Maybe you made a bad first impression?"

"Then why didn't she refuse when I said she could move in?"

"I don't know, you said she looked desperate."

"It's like I'm living with a ghost who wakes up once every few days and slithers around the apartment in misery."

"Why does it bother you so much that she's quiet?" asked Chrissy suddenly.

"Yeah, blondie is right, I think it's better to have a quiet roommate than to have her be loud, insufferable and pick on everything. Especially the fact that you bring a different girl into your apartment every now and then." Eddie added.

"Oh my God, he's so annoyed because he wants her to talk to him, he wants more than just conversation!" Robin jumped up on the couch as if she had made the discovery of the year. "He likes her!"

"Oh fuck you! All of you!" the other three didn't miss the fact that he didn't deny Robin's theory, but decided to leave the subject for now.

The first month in the new apartment passed extremely quickly. Actually, you didn't quite feel the effects of moving out. Everything seemed to be behind a fog, and the days flew through your fingers turning into nights, and so on and so forth. The only thing that seemed painfully real was the longing and pain. These were the only things that reminded you that you were alive.

As you danced with a tray between tables at a nearby diner from early morning, and later in the evening served drinks to enamored couples at the bar, you didn't have much time to mourn. But that didn't change the fact that the void left in your life was heavy. As heavy as your eyelids, which began to close at the mere sight of your bed. Usually you don't even remember the moment you fall asleep, but today it wasn't so easy.

When you saw that the beginning nurse was looking for a roommate you thought you had managed to find someone calm and quiet. Unfortunately, reality turned out to be different. The frequent sounds of pleasure coming from his bedroom were not usually a problem for you, you quickly learned to simply ignore them or drown them out with music or a podcast. Nor were you bothered by the frequent visits of his friends, who brought chaos and disorder every time, not caring about the silence. Most of the time you weren't in the apartment at all because you were at work, but today they decided to have a movie night, which started with an argument about the choice of movie. Knowing that you wouldn't fall asleep with such entertainment, you exasperatedly got out of bed pulling on your sweatpants.

When you left the room everyone went silent and looked at you. You could see from their faces that they were just waiting for you to start shouting at them, but even though you really wanted to do it at that moment, you didn't have the strength. Exhausted after several hours of hard work as always, you didn't have the strength to do anything, so you passed them without a word, ignoring their attempts to say hello and offers to join them, and left the apartment. With a quick step, you went to the pharmacy located near your apartment, stocked up on a new pack of sleeping pills and went back to your place.

"Hey, y/n!" called out one of the younger boys, from what you associated was probably named Dustin. "Can you help us choose? Iron Man or the Amazing Spider-Man?"

You just rolled your eyes and, leaving him without an answer, went back to your room slamming the door behind you. Taking your pills you started getting ready for sleep again.

Lying in the darkness you listened to the conversation of Steve and his friends.

"See? She can't even say one word, I honestly can barely remember what her voice sounds like!" he said irritated.

"Come on, she looked tired." replied a female voice.

"Tired or not, she could at least answer! Out of politeness!"

"Let's just start the movie."

Then the voices quieted, and your thoughts grew louder. You thought about yourself from a few months ago.

The former you would have answered Dustin's question without hesitation and gladly accepted the invitation to join.

The former you would have been able to chat for hours with Steve from the very beginning and not push away every possible interaction on his part.

You knew it irritated him, he couldn't hide it. Every attempt to have any kind of conversation with you ended in failure, every attempt to get to know you better - spurned. You were not surprised by it. You were sure that the former you and your new roommate would get along very well. It's even possible that the former you would have noticed how his honey-colored eyes curiously followed you when you left the room, maybe she would have noticed the charming smile he sent you during the first days of your living together, and would have appreciated his willingness and interest in you. It is likely that the former you would also have taken an interest in Steve's person, in many ways. However, the former you no longer existed.

The present you was overtired and there was not a shred of energy in her.

The present you had far bigger worries than the handsome boy sitting behind the wall, whose sweet smiles turned into grimaces of annoyance and disgust.

Holding back the tears that rushed to your eyes, you looked at your phone. Six hours of sleep. You snuggled your face into your pillow hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible thanks to the pills. Lately, every minute of sleep was at a premium for you.

Days passed and the tension between you and Steve grew. He was irritated by the lack of willingness to communicate on your part, and you were irritated by the fact that he was irritated. Without actually saying too many words to each other, sometimes one unpleasant glance was enough for one or both of you to feel a strange surge of negative emotions. The climax turned out to be Saturday, when you were getting ready for your evening shift at the bar.

You were walking through the living room holding a glass of Coke in your hand when you tripped over one of the nursing textbooks scattered on the floor. A moment later, all that was heard was the sound of glass on the floor and a rather hard fall.

"What the fuck Steve?!" you exclaimed, looking down at your soaked clothes.

"What happened?" he ran out of the bathroom.

"I tripped over your stupid book! Is it so hard to clean up after yourself?"

"I'm studying, I just went to the bathroom for a moment!"

"And leaving your books on the floor was a great idea!" you said standing up.

"If you had watched where you were going nothing would have happened!" he tried to defend himself.

"If you had kept things in order then nothing would have happened!"

"How could I have known that just now you would mercifully leave the room?! I'm used to you not leaving it for a second!"

"Go to Hell Harrington!" you yelled.

"Feels like I am already in it!" he yelled back, grabbed his books and went to his room.

Angry, you changed your clothes and picked up the glass, then quickly mopped the floor after the spilled drink.

Despite the fact that you had already left the apartment and left him alone in it, Steve felt bad about this whole situation. He didn't know quite whether he was angry, disappointed or tired. Sitting over textbooks for several hours never worked well for him, and arguing with you made him even more upset.

Sighing deeply, he grabbed his phone, where a Tinder notification popped up on the screen. The beautiful long-haired blonde on the screen was smiling broadly at him, he didn't even remember when he swiped her to the right. Each successive match on the app was more and more meaningless to him, despite the fact that he could spend hours there looking for "the one". Eventually everything started to blend together, he could no longer remember what he was saying to whom and what he wasn't, remembering names wasn't his advantage either. He looked at the girl's profile for a while longer, but he decided that he definitely didn't feel like going on a date tonight. Instead he went to the kitchen and took out a full bottle of rum from the refrigerator. Putting it by his face, he took a picture and sent it to the group chat.

Steve the Stupidest: wanna join?

Eddie the Dumbest: my place in 20 minutes?

Chrissy the Sweetest: count us in!

Robin the Smartest: do we need to bring something?

Eddie the Dumbest: your asses to my house lol

Eddie the Dumbest: and snacks

Eddie the Dumbest: I won't let you in without snacks

"You told her that living with her is like living in hell?" Chrissy asked shocked.

"I didn't say it directly! I just said it felt that way!" Steve tried to defend himself. The bottle of rum was emptied in no time and, as standard, Steve brought the tracks back to you.

"Which is exactly the same as if you literally said 'Life with you is like hell." Robin rolled her eyes and threw popcorn at him.

"The real question is do you really feel that way?" asked Eddie.

"No." he answered without thinking. "But it's not heaven either! I don't know what it is, no one gets on my nerves like she does, but I on the other hand..." he didn't finish the sentence.

"I'm still of the opinion that you like her but for some strange reason you're acting like an eight-year-old and instead of admitting it, you're telling yourself that all you feel is annoyance." Robin said.

"I think you two would make an adorable couple." interjected Chrissy.

"Until she would kill me with a single stare." If the relationship between you two was better and more friendly, maybe he wouldn't even try to deny Robin's words.

"You're not in Heaven or Hell, so you could say you're roommates from Purgatory," laughed Eddie. "The only question is which way you'll go, up or down?"

"I have a strange feeling it's going dooown."

Even if the disagreement between you was still present, Steve had no plans to kick you out of the apartment. You always paid everything on time, did not interfere in his life, and, apart from occasional exchanges of words, did not cause any major problems. Over time, however, the atmosphere of irritation began to fade and was replaced by an acceptance of the fact that there would not even be a friendship between you. Not wanting to get in each other's way, you communicated with one another only on necessary matters.

That didn't change the fact that Steve was still observing you, and what he saw was beginning to worry him. Your pale face, blackened eyes and hunched posture betrayed your physical exhaustion. He also noticed that you weren't preparing any meals for yourself at all. In fact, he probably hadn't seen you cook anything once yet since you moved in. Sometimes when he prepared food for himself he would specifically make more to see if you would take what was left, but you never did a single time.

The autumn weather was not one of the best, it was definitely the type of weather during which the only thing to do was to wrap up in a warm blanket, turn on a favorite TV series and drink a big mug of hot chocolate. That was the plan that popped into Steve's head when he walked into the apartment after a long and tiring shift at the hospital.

Putting down his rain-wet umbrella in the hallway, he pulled off his jacket and hung it on a hanger. To his surprise, your jacket was also hanging there. This surprised him because you were always still at work at this hour. Walking deeper into the apartment he saw you sitting at the kitchen counter, your hands and head were resting on its surface. Without saying hello, he entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, thinking only about the chicken salad he had made yesterday. When out of the corner of his eye he didn't notice any movement on your part he turned to look at you. Only from this perspective could he see that you were asleep. In your numb hand thete was a mug of tea.

"Y/n?" he asked quietly. You didn't respond. He slowly took the mug out of your hand. The tea in it was already cold. How long had you been sitting there like this? Concerned, he placed his hand on your back and repeated your name several more times.

Awakened, you jumped up on the bar stool almost falling off it, fortunately your roommate reacted quickly enough to prevent this and hold you up.

"Hey, it's just me, just Steve." he said, and furrowed his brow. His voice was calm and a little quieter than usual. "Are you all right? Are you feeling sick?" he asked, and instinctively began to bring his hand closer to your forehead to check for signs of fever, but you, seeing this, immediately pulled away and jumped off the stool. This, unfortunately, was not the best idea, as you were still disoriented by your sudden awakening, and prolonged fatigue and irregular, not very hearty meals definitely weakened your body causing dizziness, which you also felt now and lost your balance.

"Woah!" the brunette once again grabbed your shoulders protecting you from falling. "Come on, sit down on the couch." this time without objection you moved towards the couch which stood nearby, due to the fact that your living room was connected to the kitchen. Steve followed you step by step supporting you. He kept one hand on your back and the other on your arm. "Are you sick? dizzy?" he began to ask when you sat down.

"I'm fine, Steve, just tired." you said, hoping he would give you a break. Meanwhile, a gurgling sound came from your stomach.

"And probably hungry." he raised one eyebrow.

"Just want to go to sleep." you scoffed.

"I have some chicken salad left over, I won't be able to eat it all myself, and it would be a shame to throw it away, maybe you'd like some?" he offered, carefully watching your reaction. He was increasingly convinced that during the day you either eat nothing, or so little that your body can barely manage to provide you with any energy to function. However, given your distant relationship, he couldn't just bombard you with questions and force you to eat like he would have done with Robin or Dustin. He had to do it slowly and calmly.

"Yeah, okay." you said quietly as the gurgling of your stomach resounded a second time.

He immediately went back to the fridge and quickly put the food on plates hoping you wouldn't notice that you got a larger portion. Handing you a plate, he sat down next to you and turned on the TV, the sound of which filled the silence between you.

"That was really good, thank you." you said quietly.

"No problem, I'm glad I didn't have to throw it away." he smiled slightly. "Feeling better?" he asked.

In response, you only nodded your head. You got up from the couch and picked up the plates to wash them, his eyes were following your movements to the kitchen.

Watching you, he thought about the fact that this was your first meal together since you moved in. Satisfied with the result that it didn't end in an argument or that you didn't reject his offer, he felt a little more confident. This small success pushed him forward, so when you started washing the dishes, he decided to take a chance.

"What did you eat at work today?" the question knocked you out a bit.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious." He shrugged his shoulders, but you didn't see it because you were standing with your back turned.

"A sandwich." you replied not thinking much. You felt strange with the fact that this was your first conversation not about bills or household chores. The first one you had actually allowed him to have.

"Only?"

"I didn't have time at work to eat."

"One sandwich all day? Are you crazy? You need to eat more!" And so much for calmness and slowness. He knew he shouldn't get carried away and didn't want it to sound like an attack, but unfortunately it was too late. Why did he care this much about you awnyway? All the walls that you lowered down for that brief moment rose again.

"I'm fine." you said dryly clenching your teeth.

"I found you sleeping on the kitchen counter, it's obvious that you're overtired and hardly eat anything at all, do you even take care of yourself in any way?"

"It's none of your business." Suddenly all the fatigue is gone from you, replaced, by anger, instead. Who did he think he was to lecture you?

"You are irresponsible." he concluded and got up from the couch.

"Just shut up, Steve, you're not my father to lecture me." You replied in an overtired voice.

"Then maybe you should call him and make him realize that his daughter can't take care of herself!" He was already heading towards his room, but suddenly, he was stopped by the clatter of dishes. He noticed how your shoulders were moving faster and faster, picking up the pace of your breathing. You turned off the water and, without a word, walked away from the sink, standing straight in front of him. Your eyes were big and full of tears, looking at him with a condemning gaze.

"You have no right to say that." You said through your teeth and, without waiting for an answer, disappeared into your room, leaving him alone in a big shock.

That night, instead of his favorite TV series, all he could focus on were the quiet sobs coming from behind the wall and the guilt they caused. He had no idea which of his actions made you cry, and it didn't really matter which. Despite the fact that, in his opinion, he didn't say anything awful in your direction, he felt awful.

Steve the Stupidest: I made her cry

Chrissy the Sweetest: what???? what happened?

Steve the Stupidest: I don't know, we were eating salad together, I asked her what she had eaten at work, she said that only a sandwich, so I got a little carried away and told her that she can't take care of herself, and now I can hear her crying

Robin the Smartest: oh damn

Steve the Stupidest: should I go to her?

Eddie the Dumbest: I don't think she wants to see you now, dude

Robin the Smartest: Eddie is right, let her calm down

Robin the Smartest: and tell everything that happened with details

Autumn brings with itself many changes, one of which may be unexpected illness. The first thing you felt this morning was an unpleasant itching in your throat, the second was a terrible cold, which made you decide to dress a little warmer for work today. Unfortunately, you felt worse and worse by the minute, but adult life can be brutal and you couldn't just not go to work today.

Around noon Steve came home from the hospital, but before he could open the door to the apartment his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Hello?"

"Come to Benny's, quick." Robin said in a serious voice.

When he arrived in front of the diner, Chrissy was waiting for him with a worried expression on her face.

"What happened?" he asked running up to the girl.

"y/n fainted, Robin and I came in for lunch and when she was carrying our order she just fainted, she said there was no one to help her so Robin said we'll call you-" the words left her mouth at the speed of light.

"Hey, take it easy." he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Where is she?"

"In the back room with Robin and Benny."

With a quick step he walked inside and moments later he was already at your side watching you with a worried face. You looked even worse than last time, which caused him alarmed. Sitting leaning against the white wall, you were almost as pale as it was.

"Let's get you home, okay?" he asked crouching down in front of you.

"I don't have a home." you muttered while burying your face in your hands. "I can't leave, my shift hasn't ended."

"It has ended and the next one won't start until you feel better." said Benny in a harsh tone.

"Benny please." you whined.

"No discussion, get her out of here Steve."

Reluctantly, you walked back to his BMW feeling the gaze of the other three on you all the time, but now you didn't even have the strength to be annoyed with them. Despite the fact that your shift at the diner ended a few hours sooner, you still had to go to your evening shift at the bar, so you wanted to be in your room as soon as possible so you could take a nap before that.

You didn't even remember when you fell asleep, you were pulled out of the darkness by the sound of your alarm clock, which announced that it was time to start getting ready for your shift at the bar. The worst part of it all was that you didn't feel any better.

Slowly and lifelessly you walked out of the room, Steve was standing in the kitchen over a big pot of soup. When he heard the sound of the door opening he turned toward you and smiled slightly.

"I made the soup, the best for a cold, I got the recipe from Robin's grandmother, I'm sure you'll like it, it just needs to boil for a while," he said.

"I'm not hungry." you lied, at the very smell you were drooling but you didn't have time to eat anymore.

"Come on, at least try."

"I don't have time Steve, I have to get ready and go to work." you sighed.

"You're kidding right?" He stood motionless and looked at you in disbelief, and you looked at him with a questioning expression. "A few hours ago you blacked out and now you want to go to work, are you crazy?"

"Don't dramatize."

"Dramatize? Listen to yourself, what's wrong with you?"

"Everything!" you snapped. "Not everyone has a wonderful life full of friends and and rich parents who transfer dollars to your account every month! Do you think life makes me happy? Some people have to work two shifts to make their own living! Some people have other expenses besides just living!" your outburst of anger made you feel increasingly weak, but your voice was still loud. Loud enough for every word to reach him without interference. "You work in a hospital, so you know how much medical bills cost! So I'm sorry Steve, but I won't eat your soup, I have to go to work so I can afford to pay your rent next month!"

Shaken up, you walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Why does it all have to be so difficult? Clenching your eyes tightly, a loud sob came from your mouth. Much louder than you wanted. Helplessly you slumped to the floor and just let the tears flow. You were sick, tired, sad, angry and lost, everything was against you.

After a while, the bathroom door opened and Steve appeared in it with a broken look on his face.

"I'm sorry." He said, kneeling beside you.

"It's not your fault." you said while wiping away tears. "Everything is just too much."

"I didn't know anything about the hospital bills, are you ill? do you need funding for treatment?" honey eyes studied your face carefully, the warmth that emanated from him made you want to cling to him.

"They are not mine."

"Are you paying for someone?" he asked puzzled.

"My dad was very sick-" you said quietly.

"Was?"

Nothing was your answer. The pain in your eyes spoke for itself.

"Jesus, y/n…" before he could think what he was doing his arms had already begun to embrace you, and you let him. You felt as if he was keeping you from falling apart. After a while, your breathing slowed down, and your body was no longer shaken by waves of crying. "I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't know anything." he muttered into your hair.

"I really have to go to work, Steve." you replied weakly, already a bit calmer.

"You can't go there like this, you're all burned up."

"If I don't go I won't be able to pay you on time." You sighed and extricated yourself from his grasp.

"You'll pay me later, it won't be a problem." he replied without thinking. "Stay, please." he said seeing your uncertain reaction. "I swear that if you pay later, nothing will happen. It won't be a problem."

"Thank you." you replied. "I'll go call that I won't be there."

"And I'll get us some soup." he beamed. His smile was contagious as it also appeared on your face despite your nasty mood. When you returned to the living room there were two large bowls filled to the brim on the coffee table.

"Fancy a movie?" he asked.

"Yeah, okay." you replied surprised, you weren't expecting this proposal. Although he was probably even more surprised and didn't expect you to agree. "What are we going to watch?"

"I don't know, what do you like?"

"And you?" you asked, not wanting to impose something of your own.

"Star Wars?"

"I've never watched, it can be."

"Wait, what? Seriously, it's a classic!"

"Such a film connoisseur of you?" you laughed.

"You still haven't answered my question about what you like."

"Disney is definitely my definition of comfort movies."

"for example?"

"Beauty and the Beast, Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Coco…"

"I haven't watched any of them." he shrugged his shoulders.

"And who's talking about not knowing the classics?!" you pretended to be disgusted.

"I propose a compromise, one part of Star Wars for one Disney movie, I think we both have a lot of catching up to do."

"Deal."

Steve Harrington was a ray of sunshine. From the moment you decided to stop fencing yourself off with thick curtains your life became much warmer and brighter. Your life together changed completely, even though you still had to work two shifts and felt physically tired, your mental state was definitely relieved. When your roommate got to know your situation and understood what you were struggling with, his attitude also changed. This time, all the quiet days and sad looks were not perceived as an attack. Instead, whenever you returned tired after work there was a warm meal waiting for you and an even warmer smile that caused a strange tingling in your stomach.

The more you got to know each other, the more you couldn't hold back the feeling of attraction to him. He was a person from whom a safe warmth radiated, a warmth that not only warmed your cold hands when they accidentally touched his, but also your soul. A soul that had long been a cold and empty hollow. He lit the first tiny sparks in it that made life and emotions awaken in you anew.

By opening up to his presence in your life, you found the courage to grieve. He was the perfect friend. Funny, caring and trustworthy. Day by day you got to know each other better and better, telling him about what happened with your dad you allowed in the feelings that you had kept locked up for an awfully long time.

One day was especially difficult when your dad's birthday arrived. All day the weight of your heart was unbearable, people at work gave you an extremely hard time, so as soon as you closed the apartment door behind you, you burst into tears. Some time ago you would have held it in until you disappeared into your room, but you couldn't help how Steve made the house become home. A home where you didn't have to be afraid to show your feelings.

Hearing you groggy in the hallway he immediately came out to greet you, wanting to show off the new dish he had managed to prepare today. Unfortunately, seeing your condition, all his enthusiasm disappeared.

"What happened?" he asked quietly. His eyes scanned your entire body in search of any apparent reason for crying, but he immediately understood that what was hurting you was not a physical issue at all. Not having the strength to respond you moved quickly in front of him and he simply followed you. You sat down on the bed clenching your face in your hands, after a while the mattress bent under his weight.

"Hey, it's okay." he whispered placing a hand on your shoulder. "Come." He pulled you gently back.

Leaning against the headrest of the bed, he pulled you close, and you fell right into his arms. You cuddled your face into the soft sweater sobbing like a small child. Large hands gently traced paths of comfort on your back and arms. He stroked you as if you were a small, wounded and helpless animal, and he wanted at all costs not to hurt you even more. Your pain was breaking his heart, but he knew the feeling when crying is the only thing that can bring relief, so he didn't interrupt you.

Over the past time, he got to know you much better than he ever would have expected. He saw in you something more than a silent energy filled with fatigue and perpetual irritation. He saw in you a beautiful but broken soul. He saw a heart of gold that was shattered to pieces. He saw how funny you were and what a great conversation companion you could be. He was surprised by your sensitivity, which you initially hid under a mask of oppressiveness. When you broke down the armored wall you surrounded yourself with at the beginning of your acquaintance, Steve met a completely different person, someone in whom he was beginning to see more than just a roommate. With each step you continued to become friends, but he couldn't ignore the thought that he wanted something more.

From people who avoided each other like fire you became a team. You did everything together as much as possible when you both happened to find some free time. Meals together, cleaning together and going shopping together. Movie marathons and evenings spent talking all added up to the beauty of domestication. But-

What if you could lay cuddled up together while watching movies?

What if he could kiss every tear from your cheeks that fall when you get emotional at a Disney movie?

What if you could come up from behind and snuggled into his back while he was preparing dinner for you?

What if while shopping he could hold a shopping bag in one hand and your hand in the other one?

What if seeking comfort in his arms after a hard day at work was the first thing you would do when you got home?

All the what ifs in his head had been swirling around for a long time and were incredibly overwhelming, especially when you were close, yet he couldn't muster the courage to do more.

For the moment, you had more serious things on your mind, and he didn't know how to help you, despite his great desire to do so. Lost in his thoughts and focused to give you as much comfort as possible, he didn't notice when you calmed down. Your breathing was now even and your eyes closed. Thinking you had fallen asleep he settled down a bit and rested his cheek against the top of your head. With the hand that he used to embrace your back he pressed you even tighter against him, and with the other he grabbed the hand that lay on his chest.

"Today is his birthday." you said weakly.

Not expecting you to be awake for a moment panic swept through him, he quickly drew in air and tensed all over waiting for your reaction. Seeing that you still remained motionless, he relaxed, and you continued speaking. "Every year we used to spend this whole day with his best friend and his family. They invited me to join them today to continue the tradition, but I can't- It hurts too much."

"You don't have to go there if you don't feel ready, it's understandable to feel that way." he replied.

"What if I'm never ready? What if it will always hurt like this?"

"Even if time doesn't heal the wounds, you will learn to live with them. And even though moments like now will happen from time to time, you won't be alone with them. You are not alone."

His words went straight to your heart, they were something you needed at that moment.

"Thank you." You said hugging him even tighter.

"Always here for you." he muttered.

The silence that surrounded you and the last rays of the setting sun coming through the window were soothing. Your hearts began to beat out the same calm and steady rhythm that you could feel under your hand. Focusing on the gentle beats, a peace began to envelop you that you hadn't felt since your dad became ill. As the orange glow of the ending day slowly turned into blanketing darkness neither of you wanted to move so as not to scare away such a beautiful and peaceful moment. Desperately clinging to the closeness that existed between you both fell asleep, not worrying about the awkwardness that would come with the morning.

Unfortunately, the night passed all too quickly. When you woke up you were lying in bed alone. Trying to run away from the feeling of disappointment about this, you reluctantly pushed the quilt aside and focused on preparing for work. Entering the living room, you were greeted by a platter of warm scrambled eggs and a mug of coffee.

"I'm going on the night shift tonight, so I thought maybe we could at least have breakfast together." he said sitting down at the table.

"Sounds like a great plan." You replied with a smile. Over the course of the meal you lost yourself in pleasant conversation about everyday life. Steve also talked about his plans for the weekend, where he wanted to take Dustin to a concert by his favorite band.

"And uh- I have something for you." he said when you finished eating. He walked over to his backpack and took out some documents from it, which he slipped to you. "You don't have to do anything with this, but I thought you might want to think about it. I talked to some people at the hospital and they said your situation qualifies for a subsidy on your dad's medical bills." You looked at him with your eyes wide open, he couldn't make out much emotion from your expression, which made him start to get nervous, fearing that you were about to explode with anger. "I know, I'm sorry I talked to strangers about you, you have the right to be angry with me, but I really just wanted to help, this subsidy will cover most of the bills, of course if you need help to figure it all out, I can help you with everything, but I understand if you don't want-"

His rant was interrupted by your arms tightening around his stomach. When the moment of surprise passed he reciprocated the hug.

"Thank you." you said.

"You are welcome." He beamed.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow after we're both off work?""

"Sure." The smile didn't leave his face.

"I have to go now, thank you for breakfast. Have a good day, Steve."

"You too, y/n."

For him, it was the win of the day.

When taking on the job as a nurse, Steve was aware that some moments would be extremely hard in the job. However, he did not expect them to come so quickly and suddenly. Nor did he expect that the first such moment would be so drastic.

Road accidents were the order of the day, so when he got the call to assist in the operation of one of the injured he approached it with composure as always. What he didn't expect, however, was to find a teenage girl lying on the table in critical condition. Despite the best efforts of the entire rescue team, the injuries sustained in the accident were too extensive and she died during the operation. On his way out of the room, all he could hear was the shrill cry of despair of a mother who would never hug her own daughter again. That sound refused to leave his head until the end of his shift.

After returning home, exhausted by today's experiences, he fell asleep on the couch. Unfortunately, even in sleep his psyche was not merciful. His brain replayed nightmares over and over again, which, instead of resting, tormented him even more.

When you returned to the apartment the first thing you noticed was Steve sleeping on the couch. Today, for the first time in a very long time, he was not waiting for you with a meal ready. Determining that he was probably too tired, you quietly walked over to the couch and covered him with a blanket. Your attention did not miss the furrowed brow and the anxious expression on his face. Hesitating for a moment, you decided not to intervene and went to the kitchen, stating that today it was your turn to cook something. In the middle of cutting vegetables, Steve suddenly jumped on the couch breathing heavily.

"Hey, what's going on?" you quickly walked over to him and crouched down across from him. He was in shock, his eyes in a panic trying to recognize the environment he was in, and his breathing was speeding up instead of slowing down. "Steve, hey." you tried to get his attention.

"My phone. Where's my phone?" he sprang to his feet and began a frantic search for the device. He found it in his jacket pocket and immediately started dialing a number. "Dustin? Dustin are you okay?" he asked after a few beeps.

"Yes, why?" replied the confused boy.

"I just- I'm sorry. Glad you are okay."

"What the hell Steve?"

"I have to go, bye." He hung up and clasped his hand around the phone while leaning his head against the wall.

"Steve?" approached him slowly. "What's going on?"

"It's just a hard day at work…" He sighed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He nodded and together you went to sit on the couch. There he told you about the situation. The longer he spoke, the more his voice broke down and words struggled to pass through his throat.

"When I was sleeping, I had-I had a nightmare. Instead of this girl, there was Dustin. I had to make sure he was okay-" it was his breaking point.

The sight was painful. It was hard to look at a person who can bring so much warmth, light and joy into someone's life in a state of sadness. Steve was like sunshine to you, sunshine that was now covered by dark clouds and raindrops that dripped down his cheeks. Before you had time to think your body reacted faster, and you were already halfway to hugging him. He accepted this form of reassurance without hesitation, and, drawing you closer to him, you landed in his lap, while he snuggled his face into the bend of your neck.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all this." you said quietly stroking his hair. "And Dustin is fine, he is fine, you are not gonna lose him."

"I can't lose him-"

"And you won't." You didn't let him finish his sentence. You moved him away from you so that you could look at each other and took his face in your hands, wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs. "And remember that you are not alone with your problems Steve Harrington, and you will not be alone."

Honey-colored irises looked right through your soul. However, after a while they began to take a different course. Slowly and uncertainly they went along your nose to stop at your lips. Suddenly his hands, which were now on the indentation of your waist, began to burn. Yet it was not a painful burning. The warmth was addictive, you wanted to feel more of it, you wanted to feel it all over your body. Your foreheads rested against each other and your noses brushed, lips were separated by millimeters when the magic was interrupted by his phone.

Like a burnt woman, you jumped off his lap, and he went to his room with the phone, not knowing how to deal with what had just happened between you.

Would you let him kiss you?

This thought focused all his attention, and all he understood from his conversation with his supervisor was that tomorrow was his day off.

"Would you mind going for a walk?" you asked when he returned to the living room.

"Sure."

The autumn air was not the hottest, but the warm sweaters you were wearing adequately protected you from it. The setting sun was a beautiful orange color quite like the leaves quietly crunching under your shoes. Steve wordlessly followed you, not even focusing on the road. Walking in your company seemed to be a good cure for shattered nerves, especially since the scenery was equally soothingly beautiful. On the way to your destination, you made a brief stop at a flower shop, not far from the cemetery. At that moment he knew what your destination was.

"It's okay if you don't feel like going there." You said stopping in front of the gate.

"No, it's fine." he replied and moved ahead.

"This place…I found a weird peace in here for the first few days after my dad died." you explained as you approached the grave. You placed a flower on it.

Steve did not respond. But you were right, the place was surrounded by a strange atmosphere of calm. The falling nightfall sharpened the burning candles. Their rays were small but warm, and together they created a solemn scenery. He associated the flames with the emotions you stirred in his heart. Emotions that were bubbling up inside him and begging him to let them out. Emotions that he no longer had the strength to keep inside, and despite the fact that the cemetery was the last place to confess love, he decided to do so.

"Thank you." he said finally.

"For what?" you asked turning your face toward him.

"Letting me in."

"Thank you for being patient enough." The smile with which you answered this was also as warm as the lights burning in front of you.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

He expected shock, anger, laughter on your part. He expected each of the worst reactions. However, he did not expect the calmness with which you accepted what he said. He didn't expect your hand intertwining your fingers and the other landing gently on his cheek.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Steve." you whispered.

That was enough for him to lean in and bring your lips together. The kiss, at first shy and gentle, deepened into something passionate and filled with relief that something that was supposed to have happened a long time ago was finally happening. It was as if everything had suddenly found its rightful place in the universe.

As you pulled away from each other, he spun you around so that your back rested against his chest and your arms locked in a bear hug. With a wide smile and tears of happiness in your eyes, you looked at your father's grave.

"Thank you." you said quietly.

"It's me who thanks you." he whispered in your ear.

"It wasn't to you." you giggled, and he made a confused sound. "It was to Dad."

"Oh."

"He placed a real angel in my path." You didn't have to wait long for a response. After a while, you were face to face again giving each other kisses interrupted by smiles.

"Let's go home." you whispered between kisses.

"Home?" he asked with hope in his voice.

"Home." You confirmed by kissing him again.

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[sachirobabe]

Chapter 14

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 3078

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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Satoru ended up sleeping in your bed again, but you didn't really mind it. You got to cuddle and sneakily feel his toned body that you saw last night.

You feel someone nudge you awake, confused and still tired you open your eyes and see Satoru was the one who was disturbing your sleep. "Is everything okay?" You sleepily say.

"My throat hurts." Satoru whines.

You clicked your tongue, "You're the one who didn't wear a shirt when it was pouring rain last night." You sit up and rub your eyes.

"But I got hot." He whined again, "And my head hurts."

You sigh, putting a hand up to his forehead. 'No fever.' You think to yourself, "You definitely caught a cold." Satoru leaned more into your touch.

"Please help me?" He asks so sweetly, who were you to deny that?

You hum, "Stay here. I'll be back." You say and put on some socks, the cold ground of the army base was ruthless. Satoru whines and throws the blankets over him, it was cute how he acted when sick.

The lights were on in the medical room, making you confused. You're not sure what time it is, but it's very early for someone—well, Shoko, you assume, to be in there.

Your guess was right as you see her nose deep in another book, "Morning." She says.

"Good morning." You smile back.

"You're up early." She places a piece of paper in place as a bookmark for her book, bringing her full attention to you.

You sigh, "Satoru woke up with a cold. No surprise there." You chuckle lightly and rummage through some medication.

She shook her head, "I called it during dinner." She laughs, "He was sneezing a lot."

You rolled your eyes playfully, remembering how he denied continuously that he'd get sick. That he was the strongest. Well, looks like even the strongest can catch a cold.

Shoko returns to her book as she sees you reading multiple labels and deciding which one would be the most effective for Satoru. You find what you're looking for and head to the kitchen to boil some water and make him a tea.

You hold the cup in one hand and a ton of medicine in the other, Satoru lifts the blanket off his head as he hears you come in. "What took you so long? I'm dying." He sniffles.

"I was making you a tea for your throat, trust me, it'll make you feel a lot better." You say and sit on the edge of the bed, handing him a few pills.

"You're not trying to kill me, right?" Satoru eyes you playfully, still able to joke even when his throat was on fire. He notices you're wearing a surgical mask, "Is that really necessary?"

"Take the damn pills." You chuckle, he takes them all at the same time and sips his tea. He hums contently and lays back down. "And yes, I really don't want to get sick."

"Thank you." He smiles at you, his hair was all disheveled, he looked really cute like this. His nose was tinted pink from him rubbing it and blowing his nose. "Lay with me?" He begins to pull you towards him, ignoring that you're wearing a mask around him.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," You chuckle, "I'm not trying to get sick." You're quick to gently pull your hands away from his and remind yourself to wash them later.

He frowns, "I'll take care of you, I promise." He tries to convince you, reaching out again.

You shake your head, "Let's keep your germs all in here." You say and smile at him, though he can't really see it, just the crinkle in your eyes.

"You're acting like I have the plague." He pouts, really wanting you in his arms again.

"You'll be better in no time. Plus I won't quarantine you here, but you do have to wear a mask if you leave." You say.

He frowns, but knows you're right. He doesn't want anybody else to get sick. "Will you still sleep with me?"

"I'm afraid not." You shake your head, "I'll be in your bed."

He feels his entire world crashing down when he won't even get to sleep in the same room as you. The next couple of days were absolute torture for him, he wore his mask everywhere he went and you cleaned and washed everything he touched.

Lucky, nobody else got sick. Once his symptoms were basically gone, he was able to free himself of the mask and not have everyone be so cautious around him. The first thing he did when he woke up was head to his old room, seeing you still asleep.

He quietly gets in bed with you, trying his best to not wake you. He remembers your words, that once he wasn't feeling his symptoms, he could sleep with you again.

And he wasted no time in getting in bed with you, he gets underneath the blankets and spoons you from behind. A huge smile was plastered on his face as he finally got to hold you again after such torture.

You stir in your sleep, feeling a weight behind you. "Satoru?" You mumble.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He says and nuzzles more into your neck.

"You're sick." You groan and try to get out of his grip.

"My symptoms are gone. You said that once they're gone I can be normal again." He says, citing word for word what you said to him.

You chuckle sleepily, "Okay then." You say and feel his arms tighten around you. You think you dozed off for another hour or so, but you're awake again and see Satoru sleeping happily behind you.

In the few days Satoru was resting and getting healthier, you actually went out to the yard and helped Nanami build the greenhouse. It was practically done, you thanked Nanami for his hard work and began moving the plants outside.

The greenhouse felt more effective than the one you had all seen at the farm. You had high hopes for these plants to grow. You tended them well, making sure the plants got enough water and nutrients.

You put your shoes on quietly, not wanting to awake Satoru, it was already a hassle trying to get out of his grip. The rain softly hit the window, creating a comforting atmosphere.

The snow had calmed down, but the rain wasn't much better, it was still freezing. The cold rain hit your face as you headed to the greenhouse, you could briefly see your breath in the cold air.

It was significantly warmer in the greenhouse, you felt yourself get sticky as you moved around and observed the plants. The potatoes that Nobara had found, had its color quickly coming back into them, instead of a pale yellow and hard to the touch, a nice green was coming to life.

If you kept this up, you're sure that in no time potatoes would emerge. From what you read it takes 80-100 days, the plant was already far along, you estimated maybe 20 days until they were fully grown.

You quickly finish up, feeling your stomach grumble and yearn for some food. You softly close and lock the door behind you.

"Is it working?" Nobara asks, eating her food at the table.

"Yeah, it's looking good so far." You smile and grab a plate to eat breakfast, you sit down next to her.

The first-years chat amongst themselves, mostly arguing because they had been playing a card game last night and Itadori won, but Nobara and Megumi were insistent that he cheated.

The second-years join in, siding with Nobara and Megumi, everyone convinced that Itadori cheated in the game.

Itadori was pulling at strings to save himself, he wasn't building up a very good case. His laughter when he spoke told you the truth, but he continued to deny and deny.

Satoru comes out of the room, making his way down to the kitchen. A frown evident on his face, he was wondering where you went while being cuddled up.

His frown eases up when he sees you talking to his students, but he still huffs as he sits down next to you. "And where'd you go?"

You smiled at him, "I watered the plants."

"You left me." He pouts dramatically.

"I was just about to go wake you up." You chuckle, but he's still huffing and whining. You're not sure what all his students think about you two, well—you're not even sure yourself.

Neither of you have confessed directly, but you think there's something there. There has to be. You feel it whenever you're around him, and you think he does too, otherwise he wouldn't be craving your attention and touch all the time.

"Yeah, sure." He says and looks away. His students were amused at how he was acting, they've never seen their teacher so obsessed with somebody before, it was a nice sight for them.

Nanami came down the stairs, telling the second-years they were on watch in the control room. They groan about having to take turns, but go anyway. Nanami yawns and makes himself a cup of coffee.

"Megumi, you ready for that haircut?" You wipe your mouth with a napkin.

"Haircut?" Satoru perks up, his pouting tantrum forgotten about completely.

"I asked her if she could trim my hair." Megumi nods, a small smile adorning his face. He thinks it's funny how quickly Satoru changes his moods.

"I think I need one too." Itadori pulls his hair down his face, seeing how long it really was. "My back is grown out as well. Gojo, you cut your own hair, right?"

Satoru hums, "You need me to trim you up?”

"Yes please." Itadori chuckles.

"Well then, let's go up to our hair salon." You smile, collecting everyone's plates and washing them.

"Why don't you want me to cut your hair, Itadori?" Nobara frowns. "I could do a good job."

"Ah hell nah." Itadori laughs, "You'd leave me bald and I wouldn't be able to get a girlfriend."

"Yeah? You want a zombie girlfriend?" Nobara rolls her eyes. "You had no game even before all of this." Megumi finds this amusing as well, letting a small chuckle come out of him.

"I'm not giving up just cause we're in an apocalypse." Itadori smiles widely.

"I'm going to ruin all your chances with anybody. I refuse to have you be in a relationship before me." Nobara glares at Itadori. "You too, Megumi."

"I didn't even say anything." Megumi deadpans.

Satoru grins at their playful arguments and leads them upstairs, he glances back at you as you're drying your hands off. He can't help himself from smiling widely looking at you.

You eventually meet up with them upstairs in the same bathroom where you cut Satoru's hair. Megumi sits patiently next to Itadori, the sound of buzzing from the razor was loud.

Satoru began to do Itadori's undercut and fade. He was skilled as he moved the machinery around. Itadori fully trusted him, knowing he wouldn't mess up.

You grab your scissors and take a deep breath. For some reason you were more nervous to trim Megumi's hair than Satoru's. You think if you had messed up Satoru's hair he would've been chill about it—but Megumi? There was no telling with him.

Satoru notices your hesitation and gives you an encouraging nudge. You softly smile at him and take Megumi's hair in your comb and begin snipping. Hair falls all over and onto the floor.

Nobara teases Megumi and Itadori as they're both seated and can't do much to retort. She eventually leaves as she got bored.

After a little bit of trimming you allow Megumi to fix his hair and style it the way he wants—he just shakes his head repeatedly until it goes back to his crazy natural state.

"Thank you." Megumi gives you a glimpse of a smile and you'll take anything you can get with him.

"Looks good, Megumi." Satoru ruffled his hair and Megumi glares at him. He grumbles and walks off to join Nobara.

"Almost done, kid." Satoru says and does some final touches. He's content with the outcome and shoo's Itadori out.

"Thanks, Gojo!" Itadori smiles and leaves. You hum quietly and sweep away the hair fallen onto the floor. Satoru cleans up the machines and begins putting away everything.

"Megumi really needed that. Thank you." He spoke up after a few minutes.

"Oh, it was nothing, really. I had a good teacher." You say and paused your sweeping.

"Yeah, I know I'm the best." Satoru gloats, "They really like you. I can tell."

You smile softly, "Well, that's good to know. I'm glad everything worked out and you weren't secretly trying to kill me." You chuckle.

He joined in your small laughter, but frowns eventually. "I wouldn't harm you in the slightest. Don't think I could if I were forced to."

"I think I could, if I was offered any meal I wanted right now." You joke and his head whips in your direction.

"Don't play with me." Satoru grins attractively. "I wouldn't even take a million dollars."

"Like money has any value right now." You say, you can't help but keep teasing him.

He rolled his eyes playfully and sassily, "My point is—I care about you too much to do anything."

You freeze momentarily. He has to mean that platonically, right? Your hearts beating a lot quicker than before. "I do too." You say quietly.

Satoru smiles widely, "Louder. I want to hear you say it louder." His voice deepens slightly. "Say it."

You think your entire body is about to explode, you swallow hard before speaking. "I do. I care about you too." You say more confidently.

He moves closer to you, his heart beating rapidly against his chest. "You mean it?" Your neck cranes to look up at him, this look—you're not sure what it is, but you feel your core twitch a little, just like when you saw him the other day in the rain.

You softly nod and Satoru towers above you, his hand moves shakily—scared even, wanting to touch you. He softly places it on your hip, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort. 'This is dangerous.' He thinks.

He gains a little more confidence, his other hand caressing your cheek, his face mere inches from yours now. You can hear his heart beating rapidly from how close the two of you are.

You restrain yourself from pressing your lips onto his, not sure what any of this means. "Satoru..." You quietly say, hoping it gives you any answers as to what is going on.

"Can I..? Please, Y/n." He almost begs, his eyes drift from your eyes to your lips. The second he sees you lick your lips and your eyes look down at his, he knows this was it. He knows that you want this too, it's not just him who's going crazy, but he restrains himself until he gets any sort of consent.

"Please." Is all you say and his lips are on yours, you can't help but quietly moan as you're finally feeling him. His lips were incredibly soft and warm against yours.

This felt perfect. Satoru and you could practically feel the electricity soaring through your body. You've never felt this dizzy from just a kiss before, you can feel your legs wanting to give out.

Satoru removes his hand off your cheek and rests it on your hip, he grips a little tighter and pulls you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as many times as you can before you both need to pull away for oxygen.

He pulls you impossibly closer to him, your own growing heat making it almost impossible to think about anything. He's so ridiculously tall, but you feel his own arousal against your stomach.

Your legs squeeze tighter as you can practically feel how well endowed he is, your body wants more of him. You want all of him.

His forehead rests on yours as you both catch your breath. Satoru's cheeks are flushed, he's never been turned on so quickly in his life, especially from just a few tongueless kisses.

"Please tell me this is real." His voice comes out raspy and tainted with desire for more. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming." He closes his eyes.

"Open your eyes, Satoru. It's real." You softly say, you yourself can't believe this either. You've dreamt, thought, and daydreamed about this, and none of it did it justice for how good this actually feels.

He softly opens his eyes again, his eyes looking deeply into yours. "I can't believe it." He holds you, afraid you'll disappear if this was a dream, but you don't. You're still there and his arms are still around you. "You remember that day when I was really off?"

His question catches you a little off guard, but you nod for him to continue. "I kept denying and denying how I felt about you, but I couldn't even fight it if I wanted to. I'm falling for you so damn hard I can't even think straight sometimes and I hurt you that day."

You're about to intervene, but he stops you, "I know our circumstances aren't ideal, but I needed to tell you how I've felt. If you don't want to continue, I completely understand. But I haven't been this happy in years, Y/n. You make me happy, I'm not sure about a lot of things, but I'm sure I want nothing more than to try...with you." He finishes.

Your eyes search his and you see his pupils dilated and looking into yours. Everything he's saying is sincere. You let out a sigh of relief and hold him close, "I'm guessing you feel the same?" He asks.

You nod and chuckle, "Yes, Satoru. I want that too. I want all of it." You whisper, his smile widens even further hearing you say this.

"We'll get through this, okay? I know we can." He promises.

"Yeah." Your smile matches his, he softly presses his lips against yours again, you can feel his smile as he pecks you, this all feels perfect. Like you're meant to be in this moment, this was supposed to happen.

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NO FOREPLAY IS SICKKKK I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS

🤭🤭 here you go then!

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“he needs to eat dinner at 5pm and his antibiotics are in the little pocket on the inside of his bag,” you ramble as you hand your mother your son. “he had breakfast at 8, lunch at 12. he–”

“yes, yes,” she says as she swats your hands away and takes her grandson. “oh, my baby. sick and tired, aren’t you, baby?” she coos, snatching jun’s bag from your hands.

“i’ll pick him up tomorrow evening, alright?” you say with a deep sigh and rub his back while he hugs your mother

“yeah, that’s fine.” she kisses his cheeks and turns to you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“mom,” you whine, “don’t give him too much sugar and put him in bed by 9pm. i’m serious!”

“yeah, yeah, yeah.” she dismisses you with a wave of her hand

you sigh quietly and give one last kiss to jun before giving your mom one and then waving, heading back to your car

you wave at jun from your car and get into the car before driving back home

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you take an everything shower, scrubbing all nooks and crannies, getting rid of body hair

not that yoongi ever cared

you do it for you.

you dry your body and do your hair

apply some light makeup

you wear a black teddy with a buttoned crotch for easy access and wrap your body in a silk bathrobe before you start cooking

you’re not sure if he’ll have eaten by the time he gets here

and you also need to eat!

so you’ll cook for YOURSELF.

of course… no other reason

time is so damn slow

but by the time you’re finished

7:30pm

you take your time tidying up around the place

applying perfume

applying some cuticle oil to your cuticles, checking your manicure

soft nude square nails

you brush your teeth

trying to do anything to pass the time

and then

your phone buzzes

your heart is beating out of control

you check

text message

from: yoongi

‘Be there in 5.’

AH.

why are u nervous?

chill

you’ve done this before.

just

CHILL.

you impatiently wait on your couch, staring at some random show that’s playing on your tv

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it’s been 10 minutes since he sent that message, that piece of sh–

and like a gag in a sitcom, the doorbell rings

ah shit.

SHIT.

you take a deep breath and rise to your feet

chill. just RELAX.

you walk up to your front door and take another deep breath before opening up

and there he is, grey sweatpants, grey hoodie

the hood of his shirt over his head, hiding his black locks

fuck he looks good

you stare up at him, swallowing your nerves

“hey,” he quietly says

“hi.” you step aside to invite him in

he walks in and kicks his shoes off, looking around

“so, how have you b–”

“i didn’t invite you over for small talk,” you mumble as you close the door behind him and start heading down the corridor into your room

an exhale escapes him but he quickly follows close behind you

you walk into your bedroom and suddenly start getting more and more nervous

“you just wanna jump right into it?” he asks, uncertain

you turn to look at him, watching as he closes the door behind him and glances at you before tugging the hood off his head and revealing his beautiful hair

“i’m just doing what i think is best,” you mumble as you untie your bathrobe to reveal some of your body underneath but leave it on

his eyes instantly drop to your body, eyes staring at the strip of your lingerie and body that you’ve decided to reveal to him

your body is set on fire under his gaze

until he chuckles

what the fuck?

“what?”

“nothing.” he shrugs his shoulders. “just didn’t think you’d wear lingerie for me.”

fuck

you scoff, “i didn’t wear it for you.”

be serious.

he laughs this time as he starts closing the distance between you two and it all shoots a tingle right down your core

“no? why did you wear it, then?”

you almost choke as you try to moisturize your dry throat by swallowing quickly. “for me. feeling sexy turns me on.”

he slowly nods and moves his hand up to your arm, slowly tugging your bathrobe off one shoulder. “so, you didn’t wear this piece because it’s my favorite, then?”

fuck

“is it?” you glance down at the black teddy you specifically wore because it’s his favorite. “that’s coincidental.”

you’re a shit fucking liar.

“hm,” he hums and plays with the fabric of your bathrobe, his eyes glued to his fingers. “and you also didn’t do your hair cause i like it like that, right?”

you huff. “you’re delusional.”

😂😂😂(youtotallydid)😂😂😂

his lips twitch and you can only describe it as him trying to stifle a smirk. “if you say so, baby.”

you scowl at him. “what did i say about sweet talking?”

he chuckles and tugs your bathrobe further off your shoulders, letting it drop to your ankles. “i just called you ��baby’, relax. scared to realize you never fell out of love with me?”

“you fucking wish,” you mumble as you instantly cross your arms over you chest, a subtle attempt at hiding your body from him

he leans down, face closing in on yours and just as you think he’s about to kiss you, he buries his face in your neck

“you still smell so fucking good.” his lips graze the skin of your neck and it sends a shiver up your spine

he knows how much you love neck kisses

damn him.

“i thought i told you no kissing,” you mumble but make no efforts to stop him, on the contrary, you tilt your head to the side to give him more access

he starts pressing soft kisses to your neck. “i’m not kissing you, i’m kissing your body.”

you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes

“will you let me touch you?” he asks, lips now grazing your earlobe

“yeah,” you let out in a breathy tone, sounding desperate as fuck

his hands find their way to your waist as he turns you around

the simple touch of his hands on your waist electrifies your entire body

you continue to press your arms into your chest, hiding your body

he doesn’t seem to notice as he starts pushing you back towards the bed

once your calves hit the side of your bed, you plop down and look up at him through your lashes

he tilts your chin up to look at him with his index finger. “i’ve missed this view, you have no idea.”

he really needs to stop talking before you pathetically beg him to come back home

you were serious when you set up those rules

“stop talking.” you move further back on your mattress. “and get rid of those,” you mumble as you point at his clothes

he simply chuckles as he rids himself of his hoodie and sweatpants, leaving himself standing there in his boxers

your eyes rake over his body

the strength you need to fight the urge to stretch your arm out and slide it down his chest to his stomach could be used to split a cliff

he reaches for the buttons holding your teddy together at the bottom, snapping them open which causes you to gasp quietly

he glances down at your exposed pussy, a frown creeping on his brows

“what?” you mumble, thighs clenching as you try to close them

suddenly feeling

extremely insecure

he keeps them open using his hands and glances up at you. “you don’t look prepared at all.”

fuck

he’s right

you were so busy getting ready, doing your makeup, shaving, showering, doing your hair that you completely forgot to prep yourself

“i,” you pause. “it’s the nerves.”

he sighs and glances down again. “i can’t stick it in like this, y/n, you know that.”

you stay quiet, silently staring up at him.

“i know you said no foreplay but–”

you cut him off. “and i meant it.”

he sighs silently and rubs his forehead.

he moves your teddy further up your stomach but you instantly stop him from exposing any more of your skin

he looks up at you with a frown. “what are you doing?”

you shake your head and tug the fabric back down to cover more of your stomach. “nothing.”

he stares at you and lets out a sigh of exasperation. “y/n, i’ve seen and memorized every inch of your skin. why are you hiding it from me?”

you grunt in response but he’s clearly not budging without an answer

“just because, okay? i just don’t want anyone to look at the scars and the stretch marks, they are just–”

“scars and stretchmarks?” he hunches over to stare at you head-on. “the scars and stretchmarks that are there as proof of you sacrificing your body for my son?” he asks. “the c-section scar that exists because you got sliced open to bring my child to life?”

you have nothing to say

you just stare at him for a while in silence, a slight pinch between your brows

and instantly, you’re reminded of the complications during jun’s birth

jun had stayed in the womb too long, he was overdue

didn’t want to come out

to the point it had gotten dangerous for him

you were told you needed an emergency c-section

or else jun could pass away in the womb due to the lack of oxygen supply

staying in your womb too long messed with his immune system and it’s the reason why jun is sick so often

yoongi climbs onto the bed, settling in between your thighs

“you think i give a single fuck about that?” then, he snatches the teddy further up again, exposing your body to him. before you can protest, he lowers himself even more and kisses the skin on your stomach

you slightly squirm under him, especially since he’s dangerously close to your exposed sex

but your thoughts are erased when you realize he’s kissing

your

c-section

scar

and your heart almost shatters in your chest

“my wife or not, you’re still the mother of my child. i’ll kiss the fucking ground you walk on as thanks for giving me my son.” he shakes his head as he glances down at your sex. “scars and stretchmarks,” he scoffs. “absolutely insane.”

you huff in response, hiding your eyes by draping your arm over the upper part of your face

it’s quiet for a little while

until you hear him sighing

“will you let me eat you out?” he asks, hand gently stroking up and down your thigh

“uh,” you mutter, palms starting to get clammy

fuck

well, what do u do now?? you said no foreplay and you were serious but….

“hey,” he calls out to you.

you look down to meet his eyes.

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to but i’m not going to hurt you by being hasty or because you’re stubborn. i’ll just get up and leave and we can try again tomorrow.”

FUCK.

you know damn well it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re head over heels for him again if you start breaking those rules you set up

what now?

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DUDE THAT DIEGO FIC??!!! HOLY SHIT!

soooo…since we both love the man, could I please ask for a DILF Diego fic (HIS MOUSTACHE UGH) where he and reader are having some marital problems, her parents are living with them and causing issues, until Diego finally snaps and takes his frustration (wink wink) out on reader 😏

a/n: anon, i like the way you think… i have not proof read this AT ALL, i just felt inspired to finally write something so… enjoy😉

summary: diego is sick and tired of being the last person in your house to get your attention

warnings: this is SMUT so 17+ for this one, lowkeymean!dom!Diego, degrading, fingering, p in v, gagging/choking (fingers), edging, swearing

word count: 3.5k

A lot had changed in the last six years. For one, you were no longer fighting off doomsday, but since your re-arrival in a corrected 2019, you and Diego had settled down. You’d been pregnant with your first baby girl for a while anyways and you loved one another more than life itself, it was natural succession that you’d get married too and so, you had. 

You’d settled more than comfortably into your role as a mother to Grace, so much so that you’d begged Diego for another child to be able to experience having a young child all over again. He had given in to your pleading almost immediately, and that had blessed the two of you with a gorgeous set of twins, Coco and Miguel.

It had been a few years since then and all your babies were not so little anymore but that didn’t stop your constant doting on them. They were your everything and you’d be damned if even the smallest thing were to hurt them.

Diego felt the exact same way, his girls and Miguel were his priority, always, but that didn’t mean that he didn't want some time just for himself with you, time where neither of you had to parent and you could just be yourselves for a while.

He knew that children were needy, and he couldn’t blame them for something as simple as wanting their mother, but he had needs too. Needs like actually receiving attention from his own wife once in a while.

More recently, your mother had fallen ill and your father had gotten far too old to take care of her alone. Now, Diego wasn’t a monster, the first thing he’d done was offer to let them stay at your place whilst your mother got back on her feet. Each and every day she was recovering and, as selfish as it was, a part of Diego hoped that with your parents in the house, it would mean that he would have time with you whilst they looked after the kids. Oh, how wrong he had been.

Your parents didn’t help with the childcare at all. In fact, they required more babying than your three children combined. It was exhausting to be around and, subsequently, exhausting for you to adhere to. By the time all of your children were put to bed each night, you were too drained to even keep a conversation going, let alone anything more.

Diego was tired of only seeing you in passing. He had tried to express his feelings to you several times, but it was only ever met with a wave of excuses and exhaustion. He knew you loved him and that you were doing your best to just get through the day, but the increasing lack of time alone with you was beginning to take a toll on him. 

Diego was reminded of it more than ever right now. It was Christmas Eve and you were currently setting the dining table for a hearty lunch for the five of you. Your hair was frazzled as you rushed around the downstairs in preparation of everything, calling out various commands as you did, “Coco, what have I told you about being mean to your brother?”, “Ma, have you moved the napkins?”, “Grace, be my lovely girl for me and go set the table, please.”

All morning, Diego had remained in the same spot on the sofa in the living room, waiting for you to even acknowledge him. The longer he went without so much as a “hello” from you, the deeper his irritation grew.

Diego couldn't take it anymore. He watched you hustle about the house, tending to everyone and everything except him. The kids were fine, your mother had been pampered all morning, your father was being served beer on the hour by you, the food was practically ready at this point and he knew that you’d already set up the table hours ago. You didn’t even need to check up on anything else and yet here he still sat, as if he were a ghost in his own home.

For the hundredth time this morning, he watched as you adjusted the blanket on your mother’s lap, checking up on her and speaking tenderly.

Your father, sat on the armchair beside her, frowned at Diego from across the room, spouting hate once again, “You know, sweetheart, I’ll never know why you chose this one. He just bums around doing nothing all day. A postman, isn’t he? What good is that to a woman like you? You could’ve had anyone, you know-“

Diego’s face darkened, his lip pulling into a thin line as cut your father off, “Could I talk to you for a second?”

He looked over at your father pointedly, trying, and failing, to conceal the frustration bubbling up inside of him at the sight of you at his side, “Alone.”

You frown, slightly taken aback, but you nod, “Yeah, of course.”

You gently squeeze your mother’s wrist and offer her a reassuring smile as you walk after your husband who’s already halfway up the stairs and out of sight, “Keep an eye on Ma for a second, please, Dad!”

“You think I don’t know how to do that! She’s my wife!” You hear your father rambling angrily from downstairs but you don’t hear him, having practically chased after Diego into your bedroom.

He shuts the door behind him and looks up at you with eyes that are both seething and swimming with hurt. You feel your chest tighten.

“What the hell is going on right now?” Diego asks, searching your eyes for any kind of answer.

“I… What?” You reply, head shaking in confusion, “Diego, what’re you…”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You haven’t even looked in my direction all morning, so I want you to tell me what’s really going on.” His words are firm but his voice is tender, you know what he’s really saying, what he’s really feeling. Deep down, he’s still the same little boy who’s terrified of not being enough for his family.

You take a step towards him, your expression softening. "I’ve just been focused on getting everything ready for today," you say, "I’ve just been busy…"

Diego shakes his head. "No, don’t give me that shit, it’s not just today.”

“You’ve been off for weeks now, months… and I… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing wrong so why don’t you just tell me, hm? ‘Cause clearly I’m missing something.” His words come out bitter and resentful as he puts his hands on either side of you, pinning you against the door.

As he pins you in place, you feel his warm breath against your skin. His gaze is  fixed on yours, as if willing you to understand, and it pains you to think that this is probably the closest you’ve been to one another in months, “No, Diego, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re not missing anything, I-“

“We used to be something. We used to actually be a couple instead of a pair of… of… of…” He groans in frustration, banging his fist on the door as his stutter distorts his words. He pulls back, running stressed hands through his hair.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him this worked up, this frustrated, and you’re not even sure how to react to it, knowing the distress that you’re causing him.

He sighs, swallowing down the anger in himself as he looks back up at you. His eyes burn as he narrows his gaze on you, “I bet you haven’t even noticed it, have you? How weird things have been?”

You part your lips to speak but he shakes his head. It’s not really a question. He knows that you haven’t, you’ve been far too preoccupied in everything that isn’t him. 

He exhales through his nose, “Do you know how many times I’ve tried to get your attention these last few weeks? To get something, anything, out of you?”

You don’t answer and he groans, “You haven’t even spoken to me today, Y/N. It’s two in the afternoon.” He reaches up, cupping your face with both of his calloused hands. His grip is tight and fierce.

He continues, his voice growing more raw with every word, "Every time I try, it’s always the kids, or your mother, or your father or some other goddamn thing that needs tending to. You never pay any attention to me and I’m sick of it.”

His hands drift over your body as he looks you in the eyes, “So, right now, that’s what I want from you. I want all of your attention on me. Nobody else, just me.” He says, as his voice lowers dangerously. He tightens his grip on your waist.

Your eyes widen slightly, hands instinctively reaching for his forearms and grasping them tightly, “Diego, we can’t, I have to finish setting up-“

He practically growls as you says that and he shakes his head, “No, you don’t have to do anything. No one is asking you to. The kids are fine. Your mom is fine. Everything is fine, we can have this.”

“But the twins need-“ You begin, but Diego simply growls angrily.

“No, they don’t. The twins don’t need anything, I do.” He says, his breath growing more rapid.

You protest, eyes softening as you look up at him, “I promise, we’ll do something just us. I just need you to wait for me to finish with lunch and then I’m all yours.”

“No, Y/N, they are fine. They will be fine.” He says, stepping forward, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to face him, “But I want you now, and I’m going to have you now because I need it. I need you. Show me that you need me too and let me have you.”

His grip tightens on your waist and there’s nothing you can do to stop your cheeks from flushing at the unbridled desire in his words, “Diego, really, I can’t, I…”

Diego shakes his head, voice low and gravelly, “Yes, you can. You can do this for me. You’re going to do this for me.”

He’s speaking softly but it’s clear how desperately he wants you. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t missed this aspect of your relationship. The passion. Parenting three toddlers had slaughtered that but right now, what he was offering you…

The fire in Diego’s eyes blazes, dark and determined, as he watches you hesitate. “You don’t get to say no to me today, baby,” he growls softly, his voice low and dripping with frustration. “Not after ignoring me for all that time.”

You glance at the bedroom door, wary of the sound of your children’s voices downstairs. Your lips part to respond, but before you can reply, Diego turns your head to face him and presses you up against the wall.

“You’ve had time for everyone else,” he murmurs, his tone cutting. “The kids. Your parents. Everyone except me. So now, you’re going to give me what I need.”

His hands glide down your arms, his grip rough but deliberate, starting a fire within you. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m shouldn’t be an afterthought. I’m your man, and you’re my girl. We see each other, we put each other first, always.”

He presses his forehead against yours, “You should see me the way that I see you. I’ve been waiting but I won’t anymore.”

Diego’s hands find your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you flush against him. “You can handle everything and everyone in this house. So, right now, you’re going to handle me and take everything I’ve been holding back, because if you’re big enough to handle everyone else then you’re big enough to take me, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitches, your body reacting instinctively to the roughness in his tone, the way he’s asserting himself. It’s not just his anger you feel— it’s his longing, his desperation for you to seek him out.

His dark eyes bore into yours, daring you to defy him. “You don’t get to brush me off anymore. You don’t get to be in control today. That’s my job. I speak and you listen.”

There’s a frustration in his eyes that you’ve seen before and you already know that you’re going to be aching tomorrow just from the sight of it.

“You don’t come until I say so. You don’t touch me unless I let you. You’re going to listen to me, Y/N, because I’m the one who’s been here, waiting, and now it’s time for you to finally listen to me.”

His hands run over your hips, a low snarl growing in the back of Diego’s throat, “You’re going to regret ignoring me for so long, baby.” He mutters breathlessly and those words have you trembling already, “Gonna treat you just as mean as you treated me. Show you how it feels.”

Diego begins to press sultry kisses along the column of your throat, his teeth barely grazing the skin. His mustache, a recent and entirely welcome development, brushes over it too, heightening your sensitivity. It’s been far too long since you’ve had him like this, every skim of his touch feels like a million fireworks tingling along your skin.

Diego presses you back against your bedroom wall, his hips trapping you there. He tilts your head and entices you into a kiss.

You can feel his need for you pulsing through his every movement. Diego’s hands are latched onto your hips, tugging you closer and closer, there’s no gap between you and closer fiendishly they tug still.

His teeth catch on your earlobe as he moves back down, pressing more lingering kisses against your throat. His teeth nip at your skin, a sign of his agitation with you. You swallow in anticipation. Diego smirks against your neck, and then he bites down.

You whine in protest but he shakes his head, “Take it quietly. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. You wouldn’t want to upset your parents, would you?” He asks bitterly.

He eyes flicker dangerously and his hands slip down over your stomach and to your waistband. Your back arches into his touch and Diego laughs, “God, so desperate already. You melt as soon as I touch you.”

His hand dips below your waistband and trails tantalisingly over the lace of your underwear. Your breath catches slightly, “Diego…”

His eyes flicker up to yours, “Can you keep quiet or do you need my fingers to shut you up?” His voice is gritty, harsher than usual and you know you’ll need to make things up with him badly to get out of this.

You go to open your mouth and Diego huffs, “You really can't help yourself, can you?" Diego mutters, his tone laced with mockery. "Always got something to say, even when I told you to stay quiet."

His fingers press more firmly against the lace of your underwear, teasingly slow. You bite your lip, trying to obey his command, but the small gasp that escapes your throat betrays you.

Diego's jaw tightens, and he pulls back his hand. The absence of his touch leaves you aching, he grips your jaw, tilting your face to meet his stern gaze. His dark eyes narrow as he leans in, his lips hovering just over yours.

"Did I not make myself clear?" he growls, grip tightening with every word. "I said quiet."

You swallow hard, your heart pounding as his fingers trail back up to your lips.

"Open," he commands, and like muscle memory, you obey, your breath hitching as he slides two fingers into your mouth.

"There you go, atta girl," Diego murmurs, his voice dripping with both approval and desire. "Maybe this'll keep you from talking over me, hm?”

His other hand moves back to your waist, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear once more. His touch is rough, demanding, and deliberate, a clear message that he's not letting you get away with ignoring him for so long.

He forces his fingers further down your throat and you whimper softly around them. Diego’s lips curl into a dark smirk as he leans closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"I want you to think about the way you’ve treated me. I want you to remember it every time I touch you, every time I make you fall apart like this. Maybe then you won't forget who I am to you."

His fingers move with more purpose now, he slips his other hand back into your waistband and moves his two hands in tandem, filling both of your holes. Your back arches, a muffled moan escaping around his fingers, and Diego's grin widens.

"That's it," he murmurs, his tone softening just slightly. "I've got you…” You feel drool begin to pool around his fingers.

He pulls them from your mouth, brushing your slick lips with his thumb before gripping your chin firmly. "Tell me who you belong to," he demands, his eyes boring into yours.

"You," you gasp, your voice trembling as you choke slightly, gaining back your breath. "I belong to you."

Diego's expression softens for a fraction of a second, “That’s right, baby.” He leans in, kissing you fiercely, forcing every ounce of his emotion that he can into the kiss.

"I’m gonna help you remember that." he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming your body once more. He slips his hand out of your trousers and slides them down so that they pool around your ankles.

He flips you around so that your face is pressed up against the cool wall. His fingers linger on the white lace around your hips for a moments longer before he tugs them down too, “Shit…”

Diego groans, caressing a hand over the curve of your ass. He bites his lip and gives it a small tap before he leans in close, pressing his body against yours, “You don’t come until I say you can, remember?”

You nod dumbly, already arching backwards into him. He taps your waist and then he slips in with ease, you’re already slick with want and he lets out a guttural moan as he presses in.

He begins to pump in and out of you, slow, at first, gentle almost, but as soon as you grow used to the pace, his hips snap forward. You groan in protest, pressing your forehead against the wall.

“You can take it. You’re my big girl.” Diego says, pressing deeper and more forcefully still as he seeks his own release.

You whine, eyes fluttering shut as the pain begins to be replaced by a wave of pleasure. You feel that familiar coil twirling in your stomach, “Not yet.” Diego chides.

You groan, biting on your bottom lip, pressing your hands against the wall, anything to distract yourself from the brink of euphoria you feel that you’re on.

Diego’s low moans in your ear do nothing to help your situation. Strained utterances of ‘So good, baby’ and ‘My girl’ teasing you as he keeps pushing.

His pace becomes more brutal, his hips snapping against you as he chases his high, “That’s it, my baby, there you go… finally giving it to me the way I want it…”

His hips rock against you as he groans. His hand reaches up and presses your face against the wall as he seeks his release, “I’m gonna come, baby, shit…”

“Can I…?” You plead, speaking up for just a moment to seek your own release which you desperately need. The stretch of Diego inside of you after so long is too good and you’re barely hanging on by a thread.

“No. Hold it.” He says breathlessly, his breath catches and within seconds he’s filling you up with his release.

He grunts as he presses it back inside you, keeping you stuffed. You could scream, you’re so frustrated. He’s teasing you with his own orgasm, dangling the ecstasy that you so desperately crave right in front of you… and that’s when it hits you.

You won’t be coming tonight at all. He’s doing exactly what he said you’d been doing for weeks - tending to everyone else’s needs but his. He’s flipped it around on you to teach you a lesson.

He pulls out.

You let out a frustrated cry at the realisation and that only seems to spur Diego on further, “You figured it out, have you, baby? Poor thing.”

He smirks, “No, I’m not going to let you come just yet. I’m going to let you wait. A couple of weeks, maybe?” He taunts, slipping his shirt back on.

“Diego, you can’t be serious…” You protest, legs still trembling in anticipation as you attempt to sit up.

“Oh, I’m serious. We’ve got a family lunch to have.” He says, putting on his trousers and biting back the smirk he longs to let out at the devastated look on your face.

“But…” Your jaw drops as you scramble for a solution.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” He winks as he ducks out the door. Funny, you think to yourself, because after that performance no one will be coming down any chimneys for a while.

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How do you think Christian Cage would react to someone dissing his wife y/n in a promo?

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What happens when the rivalry between Christian Cage and Adam Copeland goes too far and causes Adam to say some controversial unscripted things about Y/n and the Patriarchy

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I currently sat in my private locker room with Killswitch, Nick Wayne, my wife Y/n and our baby girl Madaline. The five of us sat in a comfortable silence as we watched Collison on the tv in the locker room. Looking around the room I felt a fuzzy feeling in my chest, I was surrounded by my beautiful dysfunctional family. The people I loved most. I was distracted from my thoughts when I heard Y/n and Nick start to boo at the screen. I looked to find my former best friend turned arch rival Adam Copeland on the screen. Copeland had been on my ass for months, ever since he arrived in AEW he wouldn't leave me or my family alone. I was on my last straw with him, what else could he want from me. I already beat him TWICE, for god sakes he put my son through a flaming table! He has no right to be demanding another title shot, he is undeserving. 

I watched as Adam walked to the ring microphone in hand, what the hell did he want now. 

“I am sick and tired of Christian Cage and the Patrarchy, all they do is cheat. If it wasn’t for Y/n and her tricks I would be standing here as your TNT Champion. Speaking of Y/n I don’t think you know this but in real life her and Christian Cage are married. Yeah, let that sink in for a moment. I guess Christian Cage really does have a thing for fatherless wrestlers, bonus points if they are way younger than he is.” 

I could feel my blood boiling as I heard the words fall from Adams mouth. I looked to Y/n and she was in shock like the rest of us. “I mean she is 20 years younger than him! But hey who am I to judge, if I was Christian Cage I would do the same thing. I mean have you seen her, damn. Christian you better watch out because once I take your title I’m going to take your controversally young wife. Which by the way you only married because you knocked her up, nice job having a newborn at 50” 

At this point I was livid, I wanted to kill Adam Copeland, how dare he talk about my family like that. For someone who gets so mad when someone brings up his family it’s ironic how he has no problem talking about other peoples relationships. 

“While I’m at it did you know the the age gap between Nick Wayne and Y/n is significantly lower than her’s with Christian, Gross. Y/n if a filty who-” Just then his mike was cut

That was the final straw, I stormed out of my private locker room and ran to the stage. I was going to make him pay. I knew this was probably a trap but I didn’t care, my adrenaline was pumping. I jumped on top of Adam and beat the bloody hell out of him for real. He tried to cover himself from my blows but they did nothing. I was able to get a good amount of shots in before security pulled me off of him. “I’m going to fucking kill you! What the fuck is your problem huh!” I yelled to Adam as security held us apart. The audience was shocked, they could tell that this wasn’t a work, for god sakes they cut off his mike before he did any more damage. My adrenaline was still pumping and I knew I coudn’t let Adam have the last word, especially after he disrespected my wife. I managed to steal a microphone that thankfully worked. 

“What the hell is your problem. You disgust me, how dare you speak of my wife and family like that. I think you are jealous of me. You have a boring marriage that has no love, you are married to an old hag who can’t even sleep in the same bed as you. Can’t you accept that I am just better than you, I have a better life, a better wife, I am the TNT champion god dammit. Just acceppt it and move on, and speaking of cheating just go home and beg your wife to forgive you for cheating on her AGAIN. Now I’ll admit that I am an asshole but I would never so something like that to the woman I love. Oh and I dare you to talk about Y/n again, next time I will make sure to kill you” 

With that I left, security escorted me backstage and out of the building. I didn’t even care of the consequences I could possibly face, I was proud of defending my family. On my way out I saw all the wrestlers backstage comforting Y/n who was understandably very upset. It warmed my heart to see.

***

A day has passed since the incident with Adam Copeland and myself on Collision. Like I assumed everyone was talking about it. Considering in this rivalry I am the bad guy Y/n and myself had received nothing but support during the whole situation. People were turning on Adam for his actions, being disgusted with what he said. AEW made the decision to give Copeland a four week suspension along with making him put out an public apology. The following is a total BS apology from Adam Copeland;  

*I would like to sincerely apologise to Y/n, Christian Cage, AEW and the fans for my actions on Saturday. What I said was truly uncalled for. I apologise to everyone who was offended with my words. I take full responsibility for my actions and will continue to work on being a better person. - Rater R Superstar Adam Copeland* 

What a total jerk. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that” I told Y/n as the two of us lied in bed, mutaly deciding we would spend the day rotting in bed after what happened not even 24hrs ago. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t know he was going to say that” She told me reassuringly “I know but what he said was fucked up. I love you so much, like so so much. I would do anything for you Y/n” I told her as I began to place delicate kisses on her neck. “What are you doing?” Y/n said playfully 

“Showing you how much I love you”