#maybe I'll skip it and come back to it after finishing the rest of the vulgate

[knoxic]

Cycle of Greed

Azriel x Reader | p1 - p2 - p3 - p4 - p5 - p6

summary: Azriel suspects Elain is his mate, reader is ignored, Rhysand and Cass are protective of reader

wc: 2,3k

warnings: Azriel... self hatred, insecurities

a/n: reader's nickname is Ace but there's no physical descriptions

It started subtly, coming home and not noticing her boyfriend's absence, too tired to notice, waking up to a cold and empty bed, brushing past it thinking Az must have been busy, even though he never mentioned anything. The first time you noticed he wasn't, it hit you like a slap to the face.

A family dinner was scheduled tonight, even though you had dinner with your family all the time, tonight was the only night of the month no one was allowed to miss. Rhysand made sure all of you would be free.

You had woken up early today, before the sun had risen, Azriel not being in bed with you didn't seem weird at all, Az often left the bed before the sun was up, he had trouble sleeping and once he woke it was hard to go back to sleep. After spending some time reading in bed you decided to make breakfast, after washing up you went downstairs, expecting to see containers of food left in the sink but there was none, so either Azriel hadn't eaten when he got home or he didn't come home at all. But again, she brushed it off, he probably had a good reason for it.

After eating breakfast, you went to change into your training clothes, just because it was an off day didn't mean you should skip training. Normally, you used a punching bag to literally beat your stress away but today you weren't even stressed, there wasn't even someone to keep you entertained, so training ended up being just boring.

Again, you came back to an empty home, no signs of your boyfriend. After a few minutes of staring at the walls you decided that perhaps a few hours in Velaris would be exciting, maybe you would visit Feyre's gallery. Walking through the streets is definitely a nice thing, the people passing by know who you are and what you do but still gave you friendly smiles. Watching the children play freely and unbothered made you wonder if, someday, your own children would be doing the same, little Illyrians terrorizing the streets of Velaris.

"Hey! Wasn't expecting you here today." Feyre's voice snapped you out of your daydream.

"Well, I'd rather spend hours looking at your paintings than the blank walls at home." You laughed.

"If that's the case then come with me, I just finished a new one." She slipped her arm through yours and pulled you further into the gallery. Fortunately for your boredom, Feyre had kept you busy the whole day, showing you her new artworks and even making you paint with her.

Hours later you were finally coming home, your feet screamed at you to sit down but you refused to winnow, not wanting to miss out on any new place that might have opened. You were so tired that your mind wasn't anywhere near Azriel, fully focused on resting as soon as you reached home. You only realized you had fallen asleep when the front door banged closed, your boyfriend's scent filling your nose.

"Az?" You sat up rubbing your tense neck, the couch, as comfortable as it was, was not meant for sleeping.

"Yeah, didn't know you were here." He seemed confused and... angry?

"Are you okay?" You slowly made your way towards him but he stepped back, turning towards the stairs.

"Fine, I'll go wash up for dinner, don't follow me." And with that he ran up. You took his anger as the result of his work, figuring that something had probably stressed him out.

Your eyes that were still foggy from sleep had finally cleared, allowing you to notice how dark the living room was, it was already night and you had probably slept for a couple hours. When you went up to bathe, you heard a loud bang from your bedroom. Azriel often isolated himself as to not take his anger out on anyone close to him, so you continued walking towards the guest bedroom, washing up in the adjoined bathroom. Only when you were finished did you make your way to your bedroom, the door was fully closed so you opened it carefully, the bathroom door was left open so Azriel was probably downstairs. You dressed up unhurried, taking the time to choose your clothes, fixing your hair and choosing shoes. When you went down, Azriel was nowhere to be seen, you called out to him but received no response, perhaps Rhys had called him?

'Rhys, is Azriel with you?' You asked, praying he would hear you.

'Yes, he said he thought you wouldn't come." Rhys answered, his voice oddly quiet, without its usual confidence. 'Are you two okay?'

'I– Yes? Well, I think so? Did he say anything?' Not once had it crossed your mind that your relationship was the cause of Azriel's stress, were you stressing him? If so, why didn't he say anything?

'Never mind. Are you coming?' Suddenly you weren't sure if you should, maybe Az had gone alone because he didn't want you there. 'Please come...'

Rhys pleaded, scaring you even more. Rhysand never pleaded.

'I don't know,' you were still standing in the middle of the living room, you could just winnow, but would your boyfriend want that? 'Maybe I should stay home tonight–'

'No. It's family dinner, fuck Azriel's dramatic ass, I don't know what's wrong with him but it's not your fault. You're coming, even if I have to go pick you up myself.'

𓂃

"My office, now." Rhysand's growl seemed to vibrate through his bones.

"Rhys–"

"No! Azriel." He walked out of the room, leaving Azriel to stare at his back, Elain kept gazing at him wide eyed. 'Come with me or I'll come to your girl, your choice.' His mind talons not bothering to make a gentle appearance.

Azriel left without looking back, still feeling Elain's gentle gaze following him. His heartbeat ringed in his ear, time seemed to pass by slowly as he walked the corridors to Rhys' office, darkness consuming the corners of every wall. The doors were left open showing his brother's back facing him, as soon as he entered they banged closed, before he said anything, Cassian winnowed beside him.

"What's wrong?" Cassian looked at them both, his hurried voice echoing through the silent room.

"Azriel was kissing Elain." Rhys turned to look at them both, giving Cassian a nod towards Az, his arms crossed against his chest while he leaned against the desk.

"I didn't–"

"You were going to!" Rhysand spat, making Azriel shut his mouth, he couldn't deny it.

"Wait–" Cassian stepped forward, watching as Az lowered his head, gasping when he realized it was true, "No fucking way! Did Ace break up with you?" Azriel's only response was a deep sigh.

"No, she didn't." Rhys answered for him.

"Brother..." Cassian's hand met Az' shoulder, "Why?" He was pissed but needed to know why Azriel was acting like that.

"I think–"

"Huh, you're not even sure." Rhys scoffed, shaking his head.

"I think Elain is my mate."

"What? Az, that's really serious..." Cass spoke softly, almost unsure. "Are you sure?"

"I– No, but it just makes sense!"

"How, Azriel?" Rhysand yelled, stepping closer to him. "How does it make sense? You've known Ace for centuries, been dating her for 80 years, you live with her! I swear I thought you were going to propose to her soon!" His hand met Azriel's sholder, shaking him. Rhys sighed, dropping his head and shoving Az away before turning back to sit on his chair.

"Az," Cassian started, "Does Ace know?"

"No, I don't know how to tell her." Az muttered the last part.

"You'll have to find a way. I don't know why you think Elain is your mate and not her but she deserves to know. Having a mate doesn't necessarily mean you two should be romantically involved, nor should you be anything at all, but it is clear that you're attracted to Elain and that's just... unacceptable."

"Why?" Azriel said exasperated, "Three brothers for three sisters, it just makes sense!" He yelled,banging his hands on Rhysand's desk.

"Are you insane?" Rhys yelled back, standing up from his chair. "You are in a relationship, Azriel! It doesn't matter if it makes sense, be responsible, she's not just a fling you had, you can't push her aside just because your cock gets hard around a pretty female. Ace is your girlfriend, has been for almost a century, the possibility of another female being your mate should not interfere in your relationship with her, it didn't have to. Elain could end up being just a great friend, or even better, Ace could be your mate..."

"If she was my mate, don't you think it would've snapped by now?" Azriel's question didn't really sound like a question.

"Is that all you heard from everything Rhys said?" Cassian looked incredulous.

"Azriel..." Rhysand's patient was slipping away. "I do not know what to say to make you understand–"

"There's nothing to understand, Elain is my mate and I want to be with her."

"Then fucking break up with Ace first!" Darkness crawling their way around them.

"What the fuck, brother?" Cassian yelled, for the first time that morning. "Didn't you learn anything from Mor leading you on all those centuries? You want to be with Elain? Fine, but break up with your girlfriend first. Just know that there's a lot in line here..." Silence enveloped the three of them, tension sitting heavy on their shoulders.

"Leave, go talk to Ace and fix this shit," Rhysand rubbed his temples, "Don't do to her what has been done to you."

𓂃

Azriel spent a few hours flying above Velaris, trying to forget about what had happened, he didn't know what he did wrong or why Rhysand was so upset. He decided to come back and talk with Elain first, then he'd talk with you, but Rhysand's talons scratched his mind walls as soon as he saw her, telling him to stay away from her until he broke up with you. When he got home he was so upset that you were the only thing keeping him from his possible mate, that when he saw you, he would definitely take his anger out on you. You were so relaxed and he was completely the opposite of that, your eyes puffy from sleep while his were bloodshot from the lack of it.

He couldn't stop the sudden hatred that consumed him at hearing your voice, he wasn't sure if it was directed at you or him, he spend the whole day resenting you while you were here worried about him. He couldn't stand the sound of your comforting voice, not while comparing it to Elain's, your eyes searching for his with so much love and he wondered when was the last time he really stared into them.

So he ignored you, he wasn't sure what he had answered you, his whole body aching with stress that he just wanted some form of release. Release that never came, he thought that by the time he finished bathing he'd feel better, but he didn't. Nothing seemed to work, the warm water did nothing to help soothe his muscles, and no matter how much he scratched, he still felt dirty.

Stepping out of the bathroom only angered him further, your scent still lingered even after hours of leaving the bed. Azriel didn't know what he'd do if you talked to him again, didn't know what he'd tell you, if he lied you would know, and if he didn't... you would be hurt.

𓂃

As soon as your eyes focused on the house, you wanted to winnow back home, but Rhys didn't give you a chance to do so. The front door being yanked open made you tear your eyes from the window, where you could see silhouette with wings, the smile your High Lord greeted you with was comforting. He was loyal to his brothers, if you had done something to upset Azriel, he wouldn't be smiling at you like that.

"You came!" He waved his hand, calling you inside.

"Someone threatened me." He laughed at your attempted joke, no humor filling your voice. As you walked closer to him, he pulled you into a hug, it didn't really seem like it was for you, his chin rested on your shoulder like you weren't almost half his size, it was comforting nonetheless. An exaggerated gasp pulled you away from each other's embrace.

"That's like the worse form of betrayal!" Cassian cried out, his hand that was resting on his chest reached out to push Rhysand away. "We could've had a family hug but you were selfish." His strong arms engulfing you into an embrace, lifting you off the ground, he let out a dramatic groan as if it had taken him so much effort to do so.

"Stop it, you're going to squeeze her." Rhys laughed, tapping his brothers shoulder.

"Jealous." Cassian whispered in your ear, making you giggle.

By the time Cassian set you back down, you had forgotten you were worried, if that was Rhysand's intention when he came to greet you at the door, it had worked. You were pulled inside by the hand, Cass gushing about all the things there were for dinner, his groovy voice muffling out a female giggle. The table was set only a few minutes after Cassian had sat her down, his conversation topics never ending. The first time she saw Azriel, he was coming out of the kitchen, right after Elain.

"She needed help with the dessert." Nesta muttered, her voice filled with something she couldn't exactly place. She couldn't dwell on it further, Azriel was looking at her now, his feet glued to the ground. It was clear he really wasn't expecting her to come.

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It's Nothing

Sylus x AFAB!Reader

Inspired by my late as fuck period and joking with my friend that I was the next virgin mary. Not proofread cuz I want to post it but I'm tired of looking at it

Warnings: pregnancy scare, menstruation, period fic, anxiety, overthinking, lack of communication, communication, silly, cuddling, kissing, swearing

Word Count: 1,450

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"Sweetie? What has you so distracted lately?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all! I was just, uh- thinking about work, that's all!"

"You're a terrible liar. Tell me what's wrong."

"It's-" You falter, searching desperately for an excuse and coming up woefully empty "It's really nothing, Sy. I'll tell you at some point, just..."

"... Just not right now." He sighs, but nods, dismissing the subject. A frown lingers on his face as he turns back to the movie. "I trust you, sweetie," he says after a long pause, when it seemed the topic had been dropped completely.

The guilt sinks down into your stomach, but you bite your tongue and cuddle further into his side. The rest of the night remains tense.

You want to tell him. Admit what's on your mind. Finally release this stress from your body. But you can't! Because... what if he leaves you? And maybe you're just being paranoid for nothing - but you can't take that risk, not with Sylus, of all people.

Your period is over a week late. That's not terribly unusual, but it is suspicious given the fact you've stopped using protection in the bedroom. Well, not necessarily stopped, since you're on birth control, but things get heated and he's finished inside of you without a condom. So... what if your birth control didn't do its job 100%? You know there’s a small percentage of it failing, so what if this time is the time it chooses to be ineffective?

Dr. Zayne is the only person you've told about your fears, when you went in for a checkup and nervously asked if he could run a pregnancy test for you. You're not sure if being your childhood friend made the next line of questioning about your sex life more or less awkward. You do know that that test came back negative... But Zayne said after the fact that it could be too early to tell.

So all you can really do now is wait until you do or don't get your period again.

You know it bothers Sylus a lot, your secrecy. You two have both progressed so far in learning how to trust each other, even with the stupid things. This just... doesn't feel like one of those stupid things. You've only just put a name to the relationship, you don't want to ruin that now when things are so new and nice.

So you hold it in. You try your damndest to put it on the back burner and show him as best you can that everything is fine and that you still love and trust him.

You wake up with your body's internal clock. With the N109 Zone being so dark, knowing when day is is a bit tricky. But, Sylus is asleep beside you, laying on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow. He doesn't have a shirt on. A wide expanse of tan skin and rippling muscle is left exposed as the blankets all pool around his hips.

You smile to yourself, albeit a bit mournfully. You're glad he's still sleeping beside you, even if you've both been a bit rocky lately. It's all your fault - you know. You'll make it up to him somehow. You have to.

Slowly, as quietly as you can, you slip out of bed and creep to the bathroom...

"Sy!" You see him startle out of sleep, hand already wrapped around the gun under his pillow as he sits up, searching for the danger.

"What is it?" he asks sharply. You run and jump onto the bed, landing partially on top of him. He tosses the gun onto his nightstand and lifts you by the waist to reposition you into his lap as he sits up properly. "What's got you so excited?"

"I'm not pregnant!"

He blinks up at you with a frown. You grab his shoulders like an excited kid, looking at him expectantly. He feels like he’s skipped several chapters into a book and the plot twist reveal isn’t making any sense. "What are you talking about, sweetie?"

You're practically vibrating in his lap with energy. It's the most light he's seen in your eyes for the last week and a half. It's... relieving. "I'm not pregnant! We haven't been as careful with protection lately and then my period was supposed to come, but it didn't, so I had a pregnancy test done, but Zayne said it could be too early to tell when it came back negative, so I've been waiting and waiting to know if I really am and-! And I'm not! I'm bleeding again, Sylus! I'm not pregnant!"

He shakes his head, brow pinched with a pained expression. "That's the 'nothing' you've been distracted by all week?"

"Um..." You grin sheepishly. "Yeah?"

He takes a moment, eyes closed and lips drawn into a frown. That guilt that settled in your stomach during your movie night returns, doubled in intensity. You got over-worried and kept secrets from your boyfriend, when you could have just told him from the start how weird it was that your period is late and how worried you are about what it could mean.

"Sy...?"

"Mmm."

"Are you mad at me?"

He finally opens his eyes. The expression eases slightly as he shakes his head with a sigh. "Have the cramps hit yet?"

You shake your head. "Um, no?"

Suddenly, his arms are wrapped around you and your world tilts on its axis. A heavy weight settles above you. Sylus's nose presses against your neck. "Good. Let's stay here for when they do."

You try to wriggle loose. He tightens his hold around you and nips at your skin sharply. You jolt, but it stops your struggling. “Why do we have to stay here for my cramps?”

“Because, sweetie,” he sighs. You’d think he’s annoyed, if it weren’t for the way he runs his nose along the column of your throat and eases his weight fully onto your body. “When your cramps start, you’re going to want a heating pad and a massage. And since you hate my massages-“

“I do not!”

“-it’s better if I just lay here and provide all the heat you desire.”

His logic isn’t faulty… And, honestly, having him so close to you again, without the barrier you built between you both, is really, really nice. So, you relent. You wrap your arms around his neck and begin playing with his hair. He lets out a contented hum, pressing a kiss to your pulse.

“So… you’re not mad at me?” you ask again.

“No, I’m not mad. I was… worried. Suddenly you were pulling away from me with no explanation and no warning. I thought…” You gently pull on his hair to remove his face from your neck. He follows with no resistance, resting his chin on your chest as he looks up at you with such serious eyes, tinged with sleepiness and lingering concern. “I thought you didn’t trust me anymore.”

You frown at the admission. For over a week, he thought you were pulling away because you didn’t trust him… “I guess I didn’t help any, keeping my worries a secret…” He doesn’t agree, but you see a slight quirk in his brow. “I’m sorry, Sy. I didn’t… I just… This is so new. I was worried that if I was pregnant, you’d be upset or leave me or something.”

He scoffs. “I’m not so easily scared off, kitten.”

“And I know that now.” You lean forward and press a lingering kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter shut, furrow in his brow relaxing. When you pull away, they open to look at you once again. “I promise, from now on, I won’t keep secrets like that from you anymore. You’ll be the first to know if I’m worried about anything.”

He grins slightly. “Thank you, sweetie. I promise to be just as honest with you.”

He lifts himself up just enough to capture your lips. Your mouths move together in a languid dance, sealing the deal you two have just made. It lasts several minutes. Neither of you really ever want it to end, but Sylus needs his sleep and you’re going to need all his love and care when your uterus decides to rain hellfire on you to make up for lost time. He pulls away slowly, trails light kisses down your jaw, and tucks himself back into your neck.

Everything feels so much more secure now. Despite all your fears, the relationship has grown stronger. And you know, you’re both going to be okay.

-

Bonus:

“Is the thought of having my kids that terrible?”

“You know that’s not why I was worried, you asshole.”

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[marydoyouwrite]

Burnt Out

PAIRING: boyfriend!jaehyun, Fem Reader, bestfrined!doyoung

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: Jaehyun is insatiable to the point that reader is sick from lack of rest. A little bit angsty because reader has to decide for herself.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, dubcon bordering noncon, overstimulation, pussy eating, lots of manhandling, use of sex toy, its up to you to decide if Jaehyun is a bad guy here, what do you think?

3.2k words

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You've been staring for far too long at nothingness when you're brought back to reality by a nudge from Doyoung.

"Are you so blissed out with Jaehyun's dick that you've been so out of it lately?"

You adjust from your seat and took the food from your impatient friend's hands that have probably been stretched out for a while causing him to say the off handed remark.

"Sorry. I'm just so tired."

"So you are blissed out."

Blissed out, huh. For a while you dont realize that you made a face that Doyoung can't comprehend.

Your mind began to drift to a different place. You've been so tired. Instead of being blissed out, maybe burnt out is the word.

You've been with Jaehyun for around 9 months now thanks to his frat friends for pushing you two together. Doyoung is also a frat friend but you and him go way back as neighborhood friends, so you consider him on your side.

And you can't quite recall if Doyoung was also pushing you to be with Jaehyun. He only seemed like a quiet audience when the whole thing was happening. And when you and Jaehyun finally got together, he only said a short, "Congrats."

Doyoung pokes your side and you wince at the contact. You smooth your hands over the part he poked.

"Oww, what was that for?"

"Woah, that was not a strong poke."

"I know, but still. It hurts."

And you can see the confusion forming on his face. He's probably thinking why you winced too hard over a gentle poke. And you cant bring yourself to tell him that its because you have bruises on your waist that are never healing. You can never tell.

"Y/n!"

You whip your head to direction from where your boyfriends voice came from. You instinctively raise your hand despite dreading the time he'll ask you to come with him. You havent even finished eating your lunch with Doyoung.

"Hey, Doyoung."

"Jaehyun."

"Mind if I snatch Y/n away?"

"She hasn't finished her food yet, though?"

"It's okay, I'll cook for her at home. That okay, princess?"

Doyoung looks at you and you want to say no. You want so bad to stay with him for a while and get a few moments of rest while finishing your food. You badly want to hold onto his sleeves. But all of that is weird.

"Yeah, thats okay. I'll see you later Doyoung!"

And you grab your remaining lunch, so you have something to eat later.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and happily drags you to his place thats only a few blocks from school.

"Jae." You call quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I have class at 6pm. Can we skip it today?"

"I promise we'll make it quick and take care of you after."

But with Jaehyun, its never quick. Once he starts, he never stops.

Once you reach his home, Jaehyun immediately latches his lips to yours. You put your hands on his chest and try to protest but your words are drowned in the kisses. His lips travel down your neck and suck a part of your skin just above the collarbone.

"Jae, please. Can I e-eat first."

"I'll cook for you after this, I promise."

He cups your heat and pushes your underwear to the side to insert three fingers into your pussy. You groan at the sudden intrusion and some tears form in your eyes.

"J-Jae! P-Please be gentle,"

It seems that your plea and tears just cause Jaehyun to be even more riled up. He angles his figngers to reach the sensitive spot inside you causing you to let out a small scream.

"That's it. Fucking scream for me princess. I know how much a slut you are for me."

Its so painful and yet your body betrays you again. Your knees buckle towards Jaeyun when you feel your stomach tigthening.

"Jaehyun! Please."

"Are you going to come pretty girl?"

"Y-Yes, so close."

"F-Fuck youre so tight around my fingers."

Jaehyun's thumb presses against your clit and you come undone on his fingers.

You pant and as you try to catch your breath, Jaehyun carries you to the sofa. He discards your clothes so skillfully and he sinks on his knees face to face with your pussy. He dips and licks your clit, making you arch your back at the sensitivity you're feeling.

"Jae, w-wait!"

But you know better. Jaehyun never waits. So you grab his head as your legs shake at his continous ministrations with his tongue.

He focuses on sucking on your clit and inserts two fingers in you. He lifts his left hand to grab your breast. He gives it a squeeze before playing with your nipple.

The sensations send you over the edge and you know its not long before you reach another orgasm.

Jaehyun blows on your clit and gives it a gentle lick before sucking on it again like hes never eaten you out before.

He looks up at you and he sees that some tears have made its way to your cheeks. And he smirks at the sight of you crying from overstimulation.

"Jaehyun! Ahh, fuck!"

It doesnt take long before you cum on his tongue and your legs are shaking. He continues to clean you up with his tongue.

He lifts his head from your core and starts to unbuckle his belt. His pants pool at his feet and you look at his angry length.

Jaehyun is huge. Both in girth and length. During your first months with him, you think of how you got so lucky to be the only girl to bed him. You recall always looking forward to being tangled on the sheets with him.

But now. Your body is about to give up on you.

You're whipped away from your thoughts when Jaehyun lowers himself and starts to push his cock into you.

"G-Gentle please."

He grabs your thighs and spreads them open even more as he pushes more inside you. You sigh at the intrusion because even if he fucks you everyday, you never seemed to adjust.

"You're so fucking tight princess. We might have to do something about this. Yeah?"

He shoves all of his length inside you and you feel it reach your cervix making you arch in pain and pleasure.

He puts his palm over your lower stomach where his cock prods.

"God you look so hot taking me all in."

He presses his palm down as he continuously pounds into you making you scream because of the pressure.

"Ahh... please, i-it hurts."

You sob at the pain and sensitivity you're feeling. You know he's about to make you come again. And you know that this is going to be a long afternoon.

Jaehyun angles himself to reach a deeper part of your insides and the slight change in angle causes another wave of orgasm to wash over you. But Jaehyun doesn't come and doesn't stop from moving inside you.

"J-Jae, baby. P-Please stop."

"Come on, princess. You can take another one for me, right?"

He grabs both your legs and presses them against your chest. The new position lets him bury himself deeper into you, if thats even possible, and you become a whimpering, sobbing mess.

He plays with your clit using his thumb and by impulse, you put your hands on his chest to push him a little bit, trying to make him relent. But he doesn't.

With his other hand, he grabs one of your hands and puts it above your head as he continues to pound so mercilessly into you.

You weakly retreat your other hand as you see that he's determined to make you come just one more time.

He lowers his head on your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it and the sensation does it for you. You come again.

And as you do, you hear him grunt.

"Shit you're so good for me princess. So fucking tight."

With a few more thrusts, you feel his cum spill inside you.

"F-Fuck!"

He slowly stills and collapses on top of you but still mindful not to put all his weight on you.

You feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Everything is a blur but youre not completely out. You feel Jaehyun moving and pulling out of you but you cant quite fully see his expression. You can only hear your labored breaths.

You feel Jaehyun carrying your limp body up fromd the sofa. And as he walks somewhere, maybe his room, you weakly say, "J-Jae, no more. Please?"

He quietly chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're cute."

You feel his soft bed envelope your body as he gently places you down.

"On your knees baby."

And you want to protest but your voice betrays you. Its no use. You try to wave and signal with your hand that you can't anymore but you cant even put it up.

So when he turns you over because you dont move, you just let him. And maybe all of these is your fault because you usually just let him at the end of the day.

In a while, you hear the familiar whirring of the toy you once loved but now dreaded. You shudder as he teases your core with the vibrating dildo. You sob as he fully  inserts it into you. You brace yourself as he spreads your ass open. And you fully shed tears as he penetrates your other hole with his cock. He grabs your hips so tightly and pound you into oblivion.

You dont know how many more orgasms you had before Jaehyun decides he's done. But your arms and knees have given up on you and you pass out. The last thing you remember is him removing the dildo from you and pushing in the cum that's leaked out of your ass.

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You open your eyes and you feel so sore. How many hours has it been? Did you miss class? You cant miss class. Its a major subject and god forbid your subjects get fucked up too.

You look at Jaehyun's bed side clock and see that its almost 5:30. You have to go right now.

So despite the soreness, a headache, and the tenderness on your arms and hips, you will yourself to get up. And as you do, you see Jaehyun coming in with food on a tray and a glass of water. If only you weren't so tired physically and mentally, you would have swooned so much at the gesture. But getting to class is urgent.

"Hey, why are you already moving?"

"I have class. I have to go now."

You note the hoarseness in your voice.

"Can't you skip today? You're so tired."

"C-Can't Jae, exams are almost here."

"Okay let me walk you to school. And at least have a bite. You didn't get to finish lunch earlier."

He puts down the tray and scoops some food and puts the spoon in front of you. You quickly take a bite because, god your are starving.

As you chew, you gather your clothes that have already been neatly folded on the bed side. You dress up and in the process, you at least had three more bites of food.

Jaehyun does walk you to school and you note the slight dizziness youre feeling and the wobble in your steps.

"I've gone overboard, didn't I?"

You just give Jaehyun a tight little smile.

"I love you." He says with his dimpled smile you always adored.

"Love you, too." You replied before rushing off to your class.

You make it just in time.

You see the vacant chair beside Doyoung that he always saves for you, so you walk towards him. He looks up at you and you know he notices your weird walk.

But you dont mind him.

The discussion starts and its as if the professor is singing you to sleep. Now that youre seated in class, your body feels on fire.

Your core is aching. Your hips are killing you. Your arms and knees feel like theyre about to pop. Your head is being split in two. You're spent.

"Ms. Y/N?"

You're startled by the professor calling your name and you abruptly stand.

It was dumb. Because before you even hear the next sentence from your professor, you feel liquid dripping from your nose and everything blacks out.

The last thing you hear is Doyoung shouting your name.

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You feel like you're floating. There are faint voices talking in the background but you can't quite catch what they're talking about.

You slowly open your eyes and its just all white. You groan at how the light hits your eyes and you feel footsteps walking towards you.

"Y/n!"

"W-Water."

Doyoung gets a glass of water and quickly hands it to you. You take a drink and you try to speak.

"What happened?"

"You tell me. You blacked out in class!"

"Mr. Doyoung, kindly lower your voice." The doctor tells Doyoung off.

"Ms. Y/n,  there is something I need to discuss with you. Would you like your boyfriend to stay?" The doctor glances at Doyoung as if asking if you want him to be there.

"H-He's not my boyfriend. But he's close to me. He can stay."

The doctor sighs. "Okay. I assume you have a boyfriend?"

"Y-Yes, why?"

"You have to slow down on the sexual activities. Your body seems to be not having any rest." You blush as you hear this. The doctor can tell?

"You also have to tell us, are you experiencing any abuse?"

"What? Does Jaehyun hit you?" Doyoung's voice is angry, so you panic.

"N-No! No he doesn't."

"I swear to fucking god if you're lying, Y/n!"

"I promise! He doesn't. My bruises, h-he just gets a little rough. But I let him."

The doctor sighs before continuing.

"I see. If that's the case, talk to him. Get some proper rest. You're weight isn't too good, work on putting in some more. I'll give you some vitamins. Also, having too much bruises aren't good for your body, so slow down on the rough play. That's all. I'll leave you for a bit. Just take the prescription before discharge."

With that, the doctor left. She must have sensed the intensity of Doyoung's stares on you.

"What the hell? He's not letting you rest to the point of getting sick?"

"Doyoung please, my ear hurts."

"Oh I hurt you? You don't seem to have a problem with Jaehyun hurting you though?"

"It's not that! I try to tell him. It's just not easy."

As you finish your sentence, you see Jaehyun rushing inside your room. And before you can even say anything, Doyoung loses it and lands a punch on your boyfriend's face.

"Doyoung, no!"

"The fuck was that for!" Jaehyun shouts as he grabs Doyoung's collar.

"You can't keep your dick in your pants for even a day?! Really fucking her into hospitalization?"

"What?" You see the confusion on Jaehyun's eyes.

"Please both of you calm down. We're in a hospital, please." You cough a little bit because your throat still feels sore. And this seems to calm the two men down.

Jaehyun goes to you and helps you sit on the bed.

"What happened?"

You look at your boyfriend and then at Doyoung who is still visibly angry.

"Doyoung, can you leave us two for a bit?"

Doyoung hesitates but he understands you want to talk to Jaehyun. So he leaves, but not before giving his friend another dirty look.

"Baby, what happened?" He genuinely asks as he took your hand in his.

"J-Jae,"

"Yeah? You can tell me."

"The doctor said I got sick because I don't get to r-rest. She told me to slow down on the sex."

Jaehyun's jaw drops.

"I did this?" You just nod at him slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, baby."

"She also told me that I had too many bruises."

There was silence between you two and you see Jaehyun feeling the guilt.

"J-Jae. I want to break up."

"W-What? But baby, I can fix this. I wont push you too much anymore. I'll take care of you better."

"Its not just about that Jae. It's just that I never felt heard. All the time I've asked you to stop, but you didn't, made me feel small." You pause.

"In the beginning, I enjoyed it because you were my first in everything. But every time I asked you to stop or slow down, asked you for some rest but you didnt listen, I just felt unheard." You take his face in your hands.

"And to be honest, this has been affecting me physically too and I'm not prepared. I've slept on one too many classes. Dragged myself in pain to finish a project. I feel like if I dont ask for this break, I'll fall even more behind."

And its true. You can see the signs. You're sleep deprived and you're missing deadlines. You never missed a deadline before. Your studies mean the most to you that you promised yourself not to let it go even if you enter a relationship.

But everything's getting affected and you want to stop it before it gets bigger and you and Jaehyun both end up very badly burnt.

Jaehyun just stares at you. A mix of sadness and understanding in his eyes. And for a while, you remember how he looked like the first time you met him.

Jaehyun is easy to pass as a jerk at first glance. He was the typical captain of the basketball team who's also a frat member. You didn't hit it off at the beginning. How could you? Youre not the most sociable person. With your nose always in books, people would call you a nerd. It doesn't matter though, because you're set on your goals. But in his persistence, you saw another side of him. He was charming in many ways. He was your first in everything. And you knew that Jaehyun is always delighted in knowing he was your first in all.

But now, you feel like the timing of you being together isnt right. You couldnt sacrifice anything for him. You tried to, with your body, but now its taken a toll on you.

"I'm sorry, Jaehyun."

"Hey, don't be sorry pretty girl." He lifts your chin gently so you could look at him again. This time, his eyes full of assurance.

"If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry. I failed to take care of you and I'm realizing it just now. But thank you for telling me. "

You feel it coming now. Your breaking point is happening because Jaehyun is still the kind man you love. He respects you enough to let go of you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n."

He squeezes your hands and at that moment, you know that both of you can postpone any more talking. The words you both want to say can be said another time.

"Do you want me to call Doyoung back here?"

"Yes, please."

He gives your forehead a long kiss before he gets up and goes out the door. When the door opens again, it's Doyoung that comes in. And when your eyes meet, your eyes let go of the tears you've been holding back.

And Doyoung is quick to understand what happened and what you need. So he goes to hug you tight.

"I'm not sure I did the right thing."

"Shh, its okay."

But you don't feel okay. For now, you cry on your friend's shoulder hoping the burn in your heart will feel better.

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a/n: It's my first time putting out a written work and nobody told me it would be this fun :D I'm happy to take requests and will try to upload more often!

[spanktony]

Madison Beer x Fem! Reader fluff. Like a date at the park or a library?

“MY FAVORITE” - madison beer

summary: you and madison have a date in the library, according to you.

words: 1.4k

warnings: fem!reader, established!relationship, fluff, and let me know if there's more!

notes: can you tell i suck at summaries?

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stressed didn't even begin to describe how you felt at that moment. cramped in the corner of your university's library, headphones blasting baby by the love of your life, you were surrounded by a fortress of open textbooks and your laptop.

with finals looming just a month away, your days were a blur of nonstop studying, leaving little room for anything else. the only thing keeping you going was the thought of christmas break, when you'd finally get to hear your girlfriend sing her songs to you in person.

madison had been on tour for months, and you'd been buried in coursework, meaning it had been far too long since you'd last seen her. even thanksgiving had passed without her, which had been a tough blow considering how much you'd been looking forward to spending it together.

just as you were about to dive back into your notes, your phone buzzed on the table. you glanced at the screen and smiled instantly—a selfie of madison popped up, her face glowing even through the tiny display.

madz 🩷: hi pretty

madz 🩷: what r u up to?

you: studying. crying. suffering. all the above

madz 🩷: omg

madz 🩷: poor baby

madz 🩷: did you eat?

you: no, not yet at least

you: after i finish this last page i swear 💪

you: i'll be getting my fav as my own reward

madz 🩷: that's what you want? your favorite?

you: yes, and ice cream for later on

you: and a call with you if that's okay.

seen

the "seen" notification popped up, but her reply didn't come. you frowned, tilting your head at the screen. madison was always quick to respond, especially when you were stressed.

you almost called her, fingers hovering over the screen, but stopped yourself. maybe she was busy, or her schedule had pulled her away. letting out a small sigh, you unpaused your music and leaned back into the endless maze of studying.

the minutes ticked by as you buried yourself in your notes, the soft hum of music in your ears barely enough to drown out the tension building in your shoulders. your stomach grumbled faintly, reminding you that you hadn't eaten since breakfast, but you ignored it, determined to power through at least one more chapter.

the library buzzed faintly around you—whispers of students studying, the occasional rustle of papers or scrape of chairs. you were so immersed in your work that the world outside your textbook faded entirely.

until the smell hit you.

familiar, comforting, and mouthwatering, the aroma of your favorite food drifted into your space, snapping you out of your focused haze. confused, you glanced around, your eyes landing on a takeout bag and a drink set on the table just inches from your laptop.

your gaze traveled upward, and your heart skipped a beat. sitting across from you, with a sheepish, knowing smile and her disguise barely holding up, was madison.

she was dressed casually in an oversized hoodie and grey sweatpants, her signature glasses perched on her nose, her hair tucked into a baseball cap in a clear attempt to stay incognito.

"madison?" you whispered in disbelief, your voice breaking slightly.

"surprise," she said softly, her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "figured my baby could use a break."

you blinked, struggling to process her presence. your fingers twitched where they rested on your open textbook, and for a moment, you wondered if you'd fallen asleep and started dreaming. but the scent of your favorite food was far too real, and so was the way madison's lips curled into a soft smile as she watched your stunned expression.

"what are you doing here?" you finally managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

her smile widened, and she shrugged casually, though the look in her eyes betrayed how much she'd missed you. "had some time off," she said simply. "and i couldn't just sit around knowing you were cooped up here, stressed and starving. so..."

she gestured to the bag in front of you. "thought i'd bring you a little something—and maybe force you to take a break."

you laughed softly, the tension in your shoulders easing just from the sound of her voice. "you're unbelievable," you murmured, shaking your head, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide.

"unbelievably in love with you," she corrected, her grin turning playful. "now eat. you can thank me later."

you reached for the takeout bag, the delicious aroma making your stomach grumble even louder. "you really didn't have to do this, my love," you said softly, though the gratitude in your voice was clear.

"of course, i did," she replied with another shrug, her eyes fixed on you like you were the only person in the world. "you're working too hard, and someone's gotta remind you to take care of yourself."

she watched as you pulled out the food and drink, her smile widening when you took a sip and let out a contented sigh. "perfect, right?"

you nodded, feeling your heart swell. "you're perfect."

madison's cheeks flushed faintly at your words, but she quickly ducked her head, the hat taking place of where her face once was, shielding the soft smile spreading across her lips.

before you could ask what she was doing, she circled the table, sliding into the seat right next to you. the proximity was immediate and cozy, her knee brushing yours as she settled in. she leaned back, her hand resting on the nape of your neck, her thumb tracing soothing circles, and you felt yourself relax.

she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before pulling back to look at you.

"this is our first...date? well, uh, since august—i mean i would count this as a date but i don't know if you would? would you?" you stutter out.

madison's lips curved into a small, teasing smile as she tilted her head, her thumb still tracing lazy circles against your skin. "a date in the library? wow, you sure know how to spoil a girl."

you laughed, the sound soft and breathy, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "i mean, it's not exactly romantic, but you're here. that's all that matters."

her gaze softened, the teasing glint in her eyes giving way to something deeper, more sincere. "hey," she said, her voice gentle, "it's perfect to me. doesn't matter where we are, as long as i'm with you."

madison leaned in again, this time her hat hitting against your forehead, causing you to lean back and rub your head with a sheepish laugh. "smooth," you teased, biting back a grin as madison quickly adjusted her hat, her cheeks flushing pink.

"okay, maybe i'm a little rusty," she admitted with a soft chuckle, her fingers brushing yours. "but i stand by what i said—this is perfect."

you shook your head fondly, leaning back into her touch as her hand returned to the nape of your neck, grounding you in a way only she could. "rusty or not, you're still my favorite person," you murmured.

her eyes softened, and the faintest smile tugged at her lips. "and you're mine," she replied, her voice so quiet it felt like a secret meant just for you.

for a moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, her presence washing over you like a balm for your frayed nerves. the stress of finals, the weight of your endless to-do list—it all seemed to fade into the background with her next to you.

she nudged the takeout bag gently toward you, her tone playful again. "now, eat before i have to feed you myself. and trust me, i will make a scene in this library."

you snorted, shaking your head as you unwrapped your food. "okay, okay. i'll eat!”

madison grinned, her hand sliding from your neck to rest on your shoulder, her fingers giving a light squeeze. "good choice," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "and after you finish, we're taking a real break. no arguing."

you glanced sideways at her, "you drive a hard bargain, beer," you teased lightly.

she smirked, leaning in just enough to whisper, "that's because i love you, and i'm not letting you burn yourself out."

[adumbratrapedme]

streamer!kenma x reader - secret relationship

Synopsis. kenma, in the peak of his career neglected y/n, but dont worry! our pudding head knows exactly how to fix things!

wc. 2,9k words | genre. angst to fluff | cw/tags. streamer!kenma x reader, angst to fluff, post time skip, neglect.

important ! Please if the content was of ur enjoyment dont doubt following me, liking and sharing ;D! maybe i'll make this a little series of streamer!kenma and his girlfriend lives, i have nothing else to say so, enojey! !

Kozume Kenma, or "kodzuken" to his online legion, had finally reached the apex of his streaming career. Years of relentless grinding had paid off, but success often comes with a price. Especially for a relationship... and a sometimes insecure girlfriend.

Y/N, once the undisputed star of Kenma's social media and life, felt a pang of loneliness. She was undeniably happy for her boyfriend, but ever since his rise to influencer status, things had changed. Gone were the days of their selfies plastered across his feeds. Now, his past posts, brimming with her face, were archived – a digital ghost town. Kenma, wary of online scrutiny, decided to keep their relationship private. While Y/N understood the logic, it gnawed at her. Five years together, built on trust and shared experiences, felt invisible to the world. Unknown to Kenma, sleepless nights plagued Y/N.

His phone buzzed incessantly, a constant barrage of love comments, fan messages professing love, and even DMs from other streamers seeking collaboration. Despite knowing Kenma's loyalty, a seed of doubt sprouted – a fear of being overshadowed by his online fame.

Today wasn't any different. Y/N woke to an empty space beside her, the familiar chill a stark contrast to Kenma's usual warmth. He was probably hunched over his computer again, another night sacrificed to the algorithm gods. A pang of sympathy stabbed at her. How could she blame him? Reaching the peak of streaming was his dream, and his excitement over the recent growth was infectious. All she wanted to do was support him, even if it meant sacrificing their mornings together.

Treading softly towards the studio, the faint glow of the monitor spilling into the hallway. Inside, Kenma was indeed sprawled on the worn couch, exhaustion etched on his face. She knelt beside him, her touch feather-light as she ran her fingers through his sleep-tousled hair.

"Ken… sweetheart," she whispered, her voice a gentle nudge. "Why didn't you join me in bed? Your back will hate you later."

Kenma stirred, a low groan escaping his lips. "Just… so tired, Y/N. Almost beat my viewer record last night." A hint of pride snuck into his voice despite the fatigue.

"Amazing, babe! That's fantastic news," Y/N beamed. "But sleep is important too. Come on, let's get you some proper rest. Breakfast is ready, I made your favorite – [insert Kenma's favorite food]."

His response was a mumbled curse, a stark contrast to his usual cheer. A frown tugged at Y/N's lips. Was he annoyed? She knew he was exhausted, but his reaction felt harsher than usual. Maybe she was overthinking it. Taking a deep breath, she nudged him again, this time a little more firmly.

"Up you get, sleepyhead. We can talk more after breakfast."

Moments later, Kenma shuffled out of the studio, a mix of exhaustion and… something else clouding his features. Y/N followed, her smile strained. Breakfast was ready, but the air between them felt thick, a potential storm brewing beneath the surface.

The breakfast was a tense affair. Kenma scrolled through his phone, barely picking at his food. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the clinking of his fork. Finally, Y/N decided to break the ice.

"Hey," she started cautiously, "I was thinking… we haven't really had any quality time together lately. Don't you think it would be nice to… maybe go somewhere tomorrow? Just the two of us?"

Before she could finish her suggestion, Kenma let out a heavy sigh. "Y/N, I can't tomorrow, or today for that matter. I'm swamped. There's this charity stream thing with some new, up-and-coming streamer. My manager practically forced me to do it."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Y/N's face, but she quickly plastered on a smile. "Oh, I see. No worries, I understand completely. You're busy, that's perfectly fine." Her voice held a hint of forced cheerfulness.

A beat of silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.

"Of course I understand," Y/N continued, her voice dropping to a low murmur. Maybe a little too low. "My name isn't Kozume 'Always Understanding' Y/N, after all."

Kenma finally looked up from his phone, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? What are you getting at?"

Y/N's carefully constructed smile faltered. A surge of frustration bubbled within her. "Maybe," she said, her voice tight, "you should consider what being 'Kozume Understanding' actually costs sometimes."

Kenma pushed back from the table, barely touching his breakfast. "Look, I appreciate you trying to be supportive, but I have a lot on my plate right now. I gotta get everything set up for today's stream." He mumbled something about needing more coffee and practically bolted out of the room.

Y/N sat alone at the table, the untouched food mocking her. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Understanding was one thing, but feeling invisible was a whole other story. The air crackled with unspoken resentment, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

A few hours had crawled by since the breakfast debacle. Y/N found herself folding warm laundry in the bedroom, the rhythmic whoosh of the dryer a monotonous lullaby. In an attempt to bridge the gap, she turned on the TV, pulling up Kenma's stream. He was just a few rooms away, physically close yet emotionally distant. Tuning in had always been a source of comfort, a way to connect even when they were apart.

But today, the comfort was replaced by a gnawing emptiness. The stream displayed two camera feeds: Kenma on one side, and a girl on the other. The unfamiliar face sent a jolt through Y/N. So, this was the "new streamer" Kenma mentioned. Y/N hadn't expected a girl.

They were playing Minecraft, a stark contrast to the usual high-octane games Kenma gravitated towards. The girl was chirping cheerfully, gathering flowers, while Kenma focused on mining deep underground. A humorless chuckle escaped Y/N's lips. How predictable.

Despite his focus, the chat box buzzed with activity. "Great duo!" "Shipping them so hard!" "You two should collab more often!" The girl, clearly enjoying the attention, punctuated her flower-picking with playful glances towards Kenma and flirtatious comments. He, on the other hand, seemed oblivious, a mix of annoyance and feigned disinterest etched on his features. He muttered a few sarcastic replies, clearly trying to deflect her advances.

But Y/N wasn't convinced. The way the girl preened, the way the chat reacted, it all felt… intrusive. A subtle shift began to gnaw at her. Maybe it wasn't just the lack of quality time that bothered her. Maybe it was the realization that this new reality, this world Kenma inhabited, wasn't one she felt comfortable sharing.

With a decisive click, Y/N shut off the TV. Enough boyfriend content for one day, she thought bitterly. Intellectually, she knew there was nothing wrong with Kenma collaborating with another streamer, especially a girl. Yet, a suffocating tightness constricted her chest.

It wasn't just the girl's undeniable beauty – the cascading hair, the infectious voice, the effortless charm that seemed to captivate the chat. It was the way the internet, that ever-hungry beast, latched onto the situation.

Four hours. That's all it took for the fandom to erupt. Fan art depicting them as a couple flooded Twitter. A dedicated hashtag, #KenmaAndQueen (Queen being the other streamer's username, no doubt), trended at an alarming rate. The internet worked in mysterious ways, Y/N thought, a humorless laugh escaping her lips.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she scrolled through clips people had already made of the stream. The girl's relentless flirting, the forced interactions designed to fuel speculation – it all felt like a cruel parody of their own relationship. Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. Fat tears streamed down her face, blurring the screen.

The last few months of loneliness and neglect had taken their toll. The trickle of tears transformed into a torrent, sobs wracking Y/N's body. The sound was probably louder than she'd intended, echoing through the house.

A few minutes later, Kenma appeared at the bedroom door, his face etched with concern. "Y/N? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Y/N's sobs intensified, her voice barely a whisper. "Kenma," she managed to choke out, "do you like Queen?"

Kenma's brow furrowed in confusion. "Queen? What do you mean?"

"The streamer you were with today," Y/N explained, her voice trembling. "Do you like her? Is she better than me? Prettier? Funnier?"

Her words hung in the air, heavy with insecurity. She felt like a shadow compared to Queen's radiant presence, her own worth diminishing with each passing moment.

Kenma's eyes widened in disbelief. "Y/N, what are you talking about? Queen is just a colleague. I don't like her in that way. And you're the most amazing, beautiful, and intelligent person I know. Don't ever compare yourself to anyone else."

He gently pulled her into a hug, his warmth radiating through her. "I love you, Y/N. More than words can say. You're the only one for me."

Y/N's tears subsided, replaced by a sense of relief. Kenma's words were like a balm to her wounded soul. She nuzzled into his embrace, feeling safe and loved.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice still laced with emotion. "I just felt so insecure watching you with her. The fans, the comments, the whole situation just got to me."

Kenma chuckled softly. "I understand, love. But you have nothing to worry about. You're my everything, and no one could ever replace you."

He held her tighter, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of her emotions. Y/N felt a surge of gratitude for this man who saw her for who she truly was, insecurities and all.

As they sat in silence, enveloped in each other's embrace, a sense of peace settled over Y/N. Kenma's words had not magically erased her insecurities, but they had offered a glimmer of hope, a reminder that their love was strong enough to weather any storm. An idea sparked in Kenma's eyes. He reached for Y/N's hand, his expression a mix of determination and nervousness. "Come on," he said gently, pulling her towards his streaming room.

Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs. She wasn't sure what Kenma was planning, but a sliver of hope flickered within her. They entered the room, the familiar hum of the computer the only sound. Kenma settled back into his gaming chair, gesturing for Y/N to stand beside him, just out of frame.

He took a deep breath and addressed the chat. "Hey everyone, sorry for the sudden break. Thanks to some attentive viewers, it seems you might have heard some… background noise." He glanced at Y/N, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yep, those cries were from my amazing girlfriend here."

A collective gasp, presumably from Queen, erupted from the speakers. Y/N felt a wave of heat flush her cheeks. Kenma ignored it, his focus laser-sharp.

"The truth is," he continued, his voice low and sincere, "I haven't been the best boyfriend lately. I let my career take priority, neglecting the most important person in my life." Y/N's breath caught in her throat.

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "This is me, publicly apologizing. Y/N, I've been a jerk, and I want to change that." He squeezed her hand, his eyes locking with hers, conveying a wealth of emotions that transcended words.

A beat of silence hung in the air, thick with tension. Then, with a swift movement, Kenma pulled Y/N closer, framing her face in the camera's view. "This," he declared, his voice husky, "is the most amazing, supportive, and thankfully, understanding girlfriend a guy could ask for." He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tender kiss.

"Isn't she the prettiest?" Kenma murmured against her skin, a playful glint in his eyes. He pulled back slightly, cupping her face, his gaze holding hers. A blush bloomed across Y/N's cheeks, a mixture of relief, surprise, and a flicker of possessiveness aimed at the unseen Queen.

Kenma chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Alright everyone, enough mush for one day. We'll be back with the stream shortly, but for now, I have some serious apologizing to do." He winked at Y/N, a silent promise hanging in the air.

[honeyhae-svt]

🧸baby it's cold outside - w. junhui❄

wen junhui x gn!reader

december with seventeen ! 4/13 tags: jun x reader, snowstorm au, domestic vibes, movie night, pining, slow burn, fluffy ending, reader insert, cozy romance, winter love genre: fluff, romance warnings: none. just soft, wholesome vibes and playful banter wc: 2859 a/n: OHMYGODDDD MOON JUNHUI IS THE CUTEST THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE ONE SO FARRR AAAA 4/13 WHAT !! PLAY BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE BY MICHAEL BUBLE RN !!

it had started innocently enough — a movie night at junhui's apartment, nothing too out of the ordinary. you had bundled up in your thickest coat, determined to brave the snowy streets for a little midweek escape. when you arrived, junhui greeted you with his signature grin, the kind that made your heart skip in a way you didn't care to analyze too deeply.

"come in, come in, it's freezing out there," he said, ushering you inside before you could even finish stomping the snow off your boots. the warmth of his apartment was immediate and inviting, a stark contrast to the biting wind outside. it smelled like cinnamon, likely from the candles he always forgot to blow out.

"so," you began, shrugging off your coat, "what's the lineup tonight?"

junhui scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "uh, i kinda figured we'd just pick something. you know, depending on the vibe."

"the vibe?" you echoed, amused. "all right, let's set the vibe, then."

the two of you settled on some lighthearted rom-com, the kind neither of you would remember the plot of by the end of the night. but it didn't matter. junhui handed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and as the snowstorm picked up outside, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you.

"you're really gonna head back out in this?" junhui asked after a while, nodding toward the window. the snow was falling harder now, blanketing the streets in a thick, sparkling layer.

"probably," you replied, though your resolve was already weakening. "i can't exactly stay the night, jun."

"why not?" he countered, his tone light but his eyes holding a glint of something more. "it's cold, it's dangerous, and..." he trailed off, lips quirking up in a playful smirk. "i make a pretty great breakfast, you know."

you rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile. "junhui, i'll be fine. it's just snow."

"just snow?" he feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "you wound me. have you even seen how bad it's getting out there?"

as if on cue, the wind howled, rattling the windows. you glanced outside and frowned. okay, maybe it was a little worse than you'd thought. but staying over? that was a line you weren't sure you were ready to cross.

"seriously, it's fine," junhui said, his voice softer now. "i have an extra blanket, the couch is super comfy. or," he added with a teasing grin, "you could always just share the bed with me."

"in your dreams," you shot back, tossing a pillow at him.

"hey, i'm just saying," he laughed, catching it easily. "the option's there."

the movie continued, but you found it harder to focus. junhui's presence was too distracting — the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, how he leaned closer whenever he made a joke, the sound of his laugh when you couldn't help but laugh with him. it all felt too easy, too natural, and it scared you just a little.

"i guess i could stay for a little while longer," you conceded eventually, the words tasting sweeter than they should have. junhui's smile in response was almost enough to make you forget the snowstorm entirely.

"that's the spirit," he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. "but just so you know, i'm totally winning you over with my amazing hospitality."

"we'll see about that," you replied, though you both knew the truth. he already had.

junhui grinned, setting down his mug on the coffee table as he turned to face you. "so," he began, eyes glinting mischievously, "since you're staying a little longer, what should we do next?"

"you mean besides watch the movie we both stopped paying attention to?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"oh, come on," junhui said, shifting closer. "it's not even that good. besides, i've got a better idea."

before you could ask what he meant, a pillow collided softly with your shoulder. you blinked, stunned for a moment, before narrowing your eyes at him. "did you just..."

"hey, you looked like you needed a little excitement," junhui said, holding up another pillow with a mock-innocent expression. "so, what's it gonna be? surrender, or fight back?"

"junhui," you warned, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"no escape now," he teased, tossing the second pillow your way. you caught it midair, the determination in your eyes making him laugh. "oh, you're gonna regret that," you said, clutching the pillow tightly.

and then it was chaos.

you swung the pillow, narrowly missing his head as he ducked and retaliated with a gentle thwack to your side. feathers flew as the cushions on the couch became collateral damage, and the sound of laughter filled the room. junhui was quick on his feet, darting behind the couch for cover, but you were relentless, launching an ambush that had him yelping in surprise.

"alright, alright! truce!" he called out, raising his hands in mock surrender as you advanced, pillow in hand.

"that's what i thought," you said triumphantly, lowering your weapon. but the moment you turned your back, junhui struck again, the soft impact of the pillow catching you off guard.

"you're the worst!" you exclaimed, spinning around to chase him as he laughed, doubling over and barely dodging your swings.

"okay, okay, now i'm really calling a truce," he said, collapsing onto the couch with his hands up. you eyed him suspiciously but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across your face.

"you better not be lying," you said, plopping down next to him, breathless from the impromptu battle. your hair was slightly mussed, and junhui reached out, gently brushing away a stray feather clinging to your sweater.

"you're cute when you're mad," he said, his voice softer now, the teasing tone replaced with something warmer.

"and you're insufferable," you replied, though there was no real bite to your words. the room felt quieter now, the only sounds the muffled wind outside and the distant hum of the movie credits rolling.

junhui's gaze lingered on you, his expression softening. "but you're staying, right?" he asked, almost hesitant.

you smiled, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "yeah, i'm staying."

junhui let out a soft laugh, leaning back against the couch as you both caught your breath from the pillow fight. his cheeks were tinged pink, though you couldn't tell if it was from the exertion or something else entirely. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, you forgot about the snowstorm outside.

"you're really something else," junhui murmured, his voice low and fond.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked, turning to face him.

he shrugged, his expression softening. "just... you. you're always so much fun to be around. even when you're pelting me with pillows."

"well, someone had to keep you in check," you teased, but your voice wavered slightly under the weight of his gaze. there was something different about the way he was looking at you now, something that made your stomach flip.

"you know," junhui said, shifting closer, "i kind of wish every night could be like this."

you blinked, your heart racing as his words hung in the air. "jun, what are you..."

he reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on the couch. "stay," he said softly. "not just because of the snow. stay because... i like having you here. with me."

you felt your cheeks heat up, your breath catching in your throat. "junhui..."

he gave you a small, nervous smile. "i'm serious. you've always been special to me, you know? and i don't think i can keep pretending it's just nothing."

you searched his face, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. for all his teasing and playful antics, junhui had always had a way of catching you off guard when it mattered most.

"you're really bad at keeping secrets, you know that?" you said finally, your voice trembling just enough to betray your own feelings.

"is that a yes?" he asked, his lips curving into the softest smile you'd ever seen.

you didn't answer right away, instead leaning forward to press your forehead against his. "maybe," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

junhui chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "i'll take it."

the space between you seemed to disappear in an instant, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was as soft as it was certain. junhui's hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle as though he was afraid you'd vanish if he held on too tightly.

when you finally pulled back, your heart was pounding, and junhui was looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky.

"so," he said, his voice teasing but still laced with affection, "is that enough to convince you to stay?"

"maybe," you replied, grinning. "but only if you make good on that amazing breakfast you promised."

"deal," junhui said, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. outside, the snowstorm continued to rage, but in that moment, neither of you cared. all that mattered was the warmth between you and the feeling that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

"you’re really staying, huh?" he murmured, resting his chin lightly on top of your head.

"i guess so," you replied, the words soft and playful, though your heart was racing at how natural this all felt. "but only because the snow forced me."

"yeah, yeah, blame the snow," junhui teased, tilting his head to look down at you. "you just wanted an excuse to hang out with me longer, admit it."

you rolled your eyes, poking his side gently. "you’re delusional."

"uh-huh," he said, grinning. "but you’re still here, so what does that say about you?"

you didn’t answer, just leaned into him a little more, letting the warmth between you grow. after a moment of comfortable silence, junhui shifted, reaching for one of the fallen pillows.

"what are you doing now?" you asked, watching as he fluffed the pillow and set it against the armrest of the couch.

"making sure you’re comfy," he said simply, motioning for you to lie down.

"you’re ridiculous," you said, but you obliged anyway, settling against the pillow with a sigh. junhui stretched out beside you, draping the blanket over both of you as he adjusted to face you.

"see? this is nice," he said, his voice softer now, his hand resting lightly on your arm.

you looked at him, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across his features. his eyes were warm, his expression uncharacteristically tender. for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

"what are you staring at?" he asked, his lips curving into a small smile.

"nothing," you replied quickly, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

junhui chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you’re really bad at hiding things, you know that?"

"and you’re really annoying," you shot back, though there was no heat in your words.

"but you like me anyway," he said, his voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity that made your heart ache in the best way.

you didn’t deny it this time, instead letting your hand find his under the blanket. his fingers laced with yours effortlessly, the simple gesture sending a rush of warmth through you.

"hey," junhui said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

"what?" you asked, your eyes meeting his.

"do you think it’s weird that this feels... easy? like we’ve done this a million times before?"

you hesitated, the vulnerability in his question catching you off guard. "no," you said finally. "i don’t think it’s weird. i think it’s nice."

junhui smiled, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "yeah," he agreed. "it is."

the silence that followed wasn’t awkward or heavy; it was the kind of silence that felt full, like it carried all the things you both wanted to say but didn’t need to. you stayed like that for a while, your hands entwined, the snowstorm outside a distant memory.

eventually, junhui shifted closer, his free arm wrapping around you in a way that felt both protective and comforting. "you know," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, "if this is what snowstorms lead to, i kind of hope it never stops snowing."

you laughed softly, resting your head against his chest. "you’re such a sap."

"only for you," he said, the words coming so naturally that they took your breath away.

you tilted your head to look up at him, your nose brushing against his. his gaze flickered to your lips, and before you could overthink it, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was somehow even softer, even sweeter than the first.

his hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he kissed you with a tenderness that made your heart swell. it wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second, every touch.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. junhui’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of awe and affection.

"so," he said, his voice low and a little breathless, "still thinking about braving the snow?"

"not a chance," you replied, your smile matching his.

"good," he said, pulling you impossibly closer. "because i don’t think i’m ready to let you go yet."

“Okay, so what’s this ‘amazing breakfast’ I apparently promised?” Junhui asked, pulling the blanket draped over the couch to wrap around both of you. His arm slipped naturally around your shoulders, and you found yourself leaning into him without a second thought.

“Well, you’re the one who brought it up,” you teased, resting your head against his chest. “So I’m expecting, at the very least, pancakes. With chocolate chips. And maybe strawberries.”

“Oh, so we’re setting the bar that high, huh?” he chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Do you want a five-course meal while I’m at it? Perhaps a personalized coffee art of your face?”

“I mean, if you’re offering…” you quipped, glancing up at him with a mischievous grin.

Junhui sighed dramatically, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute. But fine, pancakes it is. I’ll even break out the fancy syrup.”

“Fancy syrup? Oh, wow. You really are pulling out all the stops,” you said, laughing softly. The sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was comforting, steady, and it made the world outside feel a little smaller and a lot less cold.

“You deserve it,” Junhui said, his voice quieter now, softer. You tilted your head to look at him, and the sincerity in his eyes made your chest tighten all over again.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” you murmured, your fingers curling around the fabric of his sweater.

Junhui shrugged, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. “Only for you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around you like the warmth of the blanket you were sharing—a silence filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that didn’t need to be said aloud.

After a moment, Junhui shifted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know,” he started, his tone playful but with a hint of something deeper, “if you stayed over more often, I could make you breakfast all the time. Just saying.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to look at him. “Are you trying to trick me into spending more nights here?”

“Is it working?” he asked, grinning.

“Hmm… maybe,” you replied, pretending to think it over. “Depends on how good these pancakes are.”

Junhui laughed, shaking his head. “I’m doomed. One burnt pancake, and you’ll never let me live it down, huh?”

“Correct,” you said, poking his side.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the snowstorm outside forgotten as you basked in each other’s company. Eventually, Junhui tugged you closer, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand.

You glanced at him, your expression softening. “About what?”

“About wishing every night could be like this,” he admitted, his gaze earnest. “I don’t just mean tonight. I mean… you. I want more nights like this. More mornings, too. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of having you around.”

His words made your heart do somersaults, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words to respond. Instead, you leaned up to kiss him again, letting your actions speak louder than anything you could say.

When you pulled away, Junhui’s cheeks were flushed, and he was grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “So… is that a yes to more movie nights and pancakes?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes hopeful.

“It’s a yes to whatever you want,” you replied, smiling as you rested your head against his shoulder. “As long as it’s with you.”

Junhui let out a content sigh, holding you a little tighter. “I think I can live with that.”

The snowstorm outside raged on, but neither of you cared. In that small, cozy apartment, wrapped up in each other, it felt like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you and the warmth of something that felt a lot like love.

And maybe, just maybe, every night could be like this.

A/N: i might just drop the rest of the members (left) on the weekends lmao (what i mean drop, as in posting all at once but we both know thats impossible). been busy. thank you for reading this shitwork !! loveyouuu

i'll try to post tomorrow i swear (no promises kept)

december with seventeen ! 4/13

[thefoxtherapist]

can i req soft, stolen moments amidst the war with geshulin,,,, maybe a little spicy,,,,,, just little bits where no one bothers them, where there's no impending doom, just,,,,,, intimacy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I hope you enjoy! The one beneath the cut is slightly suggestive.

It was hard for him to get away, there was always something or somebody that needed his attention. He was always exhausted upon returning to his room, barely having the energy to undress. After he weakly threw his boots against the door, he fell back on the mattress. 

“Geshu Lin.” He didn’t even look up when you called his name, busy deflating into the far too firm bed. He listened as you stood his boots up properly, but only opened his eyes when the bed dipped beside him. “Pick up after yourself.”

Geshu Lin rolled onto his side, facing you with golden eyes partially obscured by his bangs. Though his tense posture relaxed when your lips pressed against his. He reached up, pushing some of his hair out of the way.

The long days, the battles, they were all worth it when he got to come back to base and kiss you. It was even better when you could both actually sleep together. Geshu Lin let you help him out of his gear, straps, bandages, his heavy outside clothing.

He relaxed against the pillows underneath the blanket, soon joined by you at his side.

It was his turn to lean down and kiss you, arm wrapping around you.

Geshu Lin tensed when he heard loud steps behind him, but relaxed when he saw a flash of your colour scheme. Your arms wrapped around him from behind, your head resting against his back.

“I'm working.”

But his reminder was met with a shrug.

“I finished unloading all the supply boxes. I deserve a break.” 

“And I still have to assign teams to the two nearby outbreaks.”

You slouched, bending your knees as you essentially fell down his back. “You're no fun sometimes, Geshu.” 

“Yes, yes. Just the worst. I'll make it up to you later.”

You straightened out and Geshu Lin turned his torso to properly look at you. He gripped your chin with his gloved hand, bending down to quickly kiss you. One that you eagerly returned with a smile.

You got to see a different side of Geshu Lin than others did. And it was this side of him that made your cheeks heat up and your heart skip a beat as you left him alone with his work.

You woke up with a start when somebody pounced on you. But your eyes met a familiar face and you relaxed, exhaling and rolling your eyes. But you couldn't help the slight smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“It's late, Geshu Lin.”

“I'm aware.” Geshu Lin snuck his way under the blankets, but he stayed on top of you, resting against your chest.

You tried to go back to sleep, but he started to trail kisses along your neck, each one warmer than the last. You sighed softly, tilting your head back for him. 

His hands ran up under your shirt, head lowering further to tug at the thin skin of your collarbone. The sensation elicited another soft sound and you could feel his smirk against your skin.

Best to use all the free time you got.

[pnfc]

here is some unresolved(?) perryshmirtz whumpfic(?), rated T. i call it “doofenshmirtz talks on the phone a lot”. idk if i’ll put it on ao3, it depends on if i continue.

disclaimer: in this fic the owca agents are brain-modded, for purposes of juiciness. typically i prefer that pnf is just a goofy cartoon world with smart animals.

EDIT: i'll leave this post up but i finished this, on ao3 here

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“It’s actually a net good for society if you climb the trees, Perry the Platypus,” Heinz is telling Perry as they stroll the orchard path. He’s sagging a little under the weight of a basket they’ve mostly filled.

“See I know there’s that rule, ‘no climbing’. But that’s for the 8 year olds who fall and crack their heads open -- the emotionally unbalanced teens out to break an arm. Not for you, Perry the Platypus. Treehopping is a cakewalk for you. You’re like a ninja up there.”

Perry flips his wool scarf and surveys the lowhanging branches, pointedly ignoring Heinz. He vaults up to snag a Golden Delicious, dunks it square into the basket from over his shoulder, not looking. Heinz whistles, even as the impact buckles his knees. “That’s what I mean.”

He catches up to Perry -- “What about the apples at the top of the trees, Perry the Platypus, do you think of them? Nobody can pick them, so they rot on the tree or rot on the ground. No one comes to an orchard to pick apples off the ground.”

Perry signs: Two-year olds.

“Besides them,” Heinz insists. “That’s like a third of all the apples just going to waste, so nobody can enjoy them.”

Birds and bugs, signs Perry. Can enjoy them.

Heinz ponders this. “Maybe. But I can tell you they’d enjoy my fresh-baked strudel a lot more.”

Perry makes a “yeah, yeah” wave to brush off Heinz’s winning point. Heinz can see the smile curving up his bill from behind, as he walks ahead. “Hold up, Perry the Platypus,” he says. “I think we have enough.”

Heinz sets the basket down, intensely grateful to rest his arms, and Perry skips back over to survey their haul. An even mix of Jonathan, Smeralda, and Goldens. “The best for baking out of the October set, in my experience,” Heinz explains to Perry. “These Goldens look a little young, but I think they’ll cook up okay. Could also use them for a syrup, I’ve been meaning to try that.”

The walk back to the exit is when it hits.

Perry reaches out a paw and pushes it against Heinz’s leg, tentative. Then he wrenches the fabric into both fists, hard, and chirps, frantic. This makes Heinz stop.

“Perry the Platypus? What’s up?”

It’s like a hypnic jerk, the sensation -- a dizziness cresting over him like an ocean wave, a loudening roar of foam. Perry looks up at Heinz, finds his blue-ringed eyes wide with alarm, like his own. And he holds Heinz’s leg like it’s the last stable thing, as the wave swallows him up in a gulp, then silence.

Perry thinks I’m having a stroke, before he can’t think it.

“...Perry? You okay?” Heinz has dropped the basket and is crouching down to Perry’s level. “What’s wrong, did I forget something? We have enough apples,” he says, knowing that’s not the problem. “If you want more, you’re carrying and paying.”

Perry’s still linking his gaze with Heinz’s, clutching his knee like he needs it for balance. He chitters out an anxious exhalation. Heinz taps him on the bill. “Hey. You gonna clue me in here?”

Perry shakes off the touch and backs away from Heinz, pinwheeling his arms and toppling onto the ground. The scarf gets trapped under his forepaw, pulls taut around his neck -- then he’s racing forward in a panic, growling at a high pitch, through the red leaf litter, scarf trailing after and under him.

“Perry!” Heinz exclaims, craning around to follow Perry’s tracks -- he bumbles into the basket, shooting apples out like poolballs. “Settle down -- tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re scaring me.” He pushes himself up. “And that’s not how you treat that scarf. That’s Merino, Perry, it took me weeks to knit. You’re grinding dirt into it.”

Perry halts, at the tail of Heinz’s upbraiding, and looks at him with saucer eyes. Heinz approaches him slowly, like he’s an animal he might startle away. But Perry doesn’t run, when Heinz leans over him -- actually seems to settle, as Heinz clasps his hands around his shoulders.

“Perry the Platypus.” His brown eyes blink. “What is going on with you?”

Heinz picks him up. “You’re going to have to say something,” he says. “Or I’m going to assume this is an emergency. Are your arms malfunctioning? One blink yes, two blinks no.”

This gets no blinks.

Heinz drops Perry into the basket and runs out to the parking lot -- dropping a 20 on the checkout stall as he does, to cover the apples still in the bottom of the basket. They need to get home.

The OWCA watch beeps while Heinz is driving, Perry basket-bound in the passenger seat. Perry jolts and lifts his paw, looks at the glowing screen -- in the side of his vision Heinz sees Perry press his beak into the watchface. “God, not now, Francis...” he mutters.

Heinz parks right next to the elevators in the apartment garage. His phone buzzes right as he shuts the car door. “Perry the Platypus, we’re going upstairs, okay?” he says. “You want to stay in the basket?”

Perry’s just staring into him as he’s addressed, no reaction to the question. So Heinz exhales and walks to the elevator, basket steady in his arm, and checks his phone. It’s from Carl: Dr. D, this is urgent: is Perry okay?

He freezes in the elevator lobby, and dials.

“Carl, are you there?”

“Yes, Doofenshmirtz, hi. Listen, I need to --”

“Do you KNOW about this? What’s going on with him?”

“I -- oh dear,” says Carl, sounding sad. “I guess it worked. How is he? Can you describe his behavior?”

Heinz balks at that, staring at his phone -- Carl just confessed to screwing Perry up somehow and now he’s asking after him like a caring orderly, shameless.

“Are you kidding me? His behavior? He’s not himself, Carl,” Heinz shoots back. The metallic echo of the boxy room amplifies his voice, so he tries not to yell too loud -- Perry is out of the basket on the floor of the room, staring nervously up at him from a few paces away. “He doesn’t seem to get what I’m saying, he had a major panic attack out of the blue -- and he won’t talk to me. Like, no signs, no nods. He’s walking on all fours, Carl. What did you do?!”

“It wasn’t me,” Carl squeaks defensively. “I mean -- it’s this audit, Heinz, the agent program investigation. They didn’t even notify us they were sending people over today. It’s FBI people, they” -- his voice tightens to a whisper -- “they busted into every office, they found some of our server rooms and -- look, I can’t get into this right now, but I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Just ... just keep Perry safe, take him home. And for the love of god don’t let him escape.”

Carl hangs up in a hurry, before Heinz can yell a reply. He scowls at the red call-end sign.

“What the hell is wrong with that kid,” Heinz asks the room. “Maybe Francis knows. I have to give him a call. I hate when it comes to that, Perry the Platypus.”

Perry is doubling back to the apple basket, slinking close to the floor with visible nerves. He clambers back inside. Heinz pushes the elevator button.

Upstairs, Heinz drops the basket on the kitchen island and budges Perry’s hat aside to place a hand on his head. “First things first, Perry the Platypus. We’re going to give you a checkup. Okay?”

Perry still doesn’t react, but Heinz will keep treating this like a two-way conversation. It’s an old habit that he hasn’t slipped into in a long time. He didn’t miss it.

Heinz leads him to the bathroom -- Perry mostly sticks by his feet, but stops in place once or twice, swiveling his gaze around the spacious penthouse canopy, either like it’s new to him, or like he’s remembering it. He snaps back whenever Heinz calls his name -- there’s that, at least. It’s not much, but it’s something.

Phineas’s housewarming gift, one of them, had been a platypus first-aid kit. He’d presented it to Heinz back when Perry had just told his family about them and Heinz was hosting a “win Perry the Platypus’s family over” lunch (unofficial title that Perry had deleted off the invitation cards). Heinz had read a kind of parental judgment into the gift choice, at the time, like the kid wasn’t trusting him to take adequate care of Perry on his own, without being handheld. Maybe Heinz’s reading was unfair -- he has a chip on his shoulder, when it comes to mom behavior.

He unsnaps it. The case is overstuffed -- it pops open with decollapsing trays of portable disinfectant and numbing wipes, surgical sewing kits, cut-closing gel and fur-safe teal bandages to cover it in all sizes, claw trimmers and medicated toothpastes and endoscopes. An impressive degree of overkill -- he really likes that kid, past misgivings aside.

“I’m just checking a few basic things,” Heinz tells Perry as he rummages through and pulls out a stethoscope. “Fever, stress, blood oxygen. You never know what can affect the brain -- a lot of things, really. Including Carl. Well we already know it’s Carl,” he grumbles. Perry’s irises contract at the flashlight shine, and he blinks and squirms in Heinz’s hold. “I’ll just have to squeeze him for answers later. Knowing the brain geniuses at OWCA they activated some stolen villain tech without back-engineering it first -- a mind-control beam, some harebrained monotreme-dumbdowninizer. Are they still using my memory eraser?” He huffs -- pulse and blood pressure readings are normal. “Why’d I ever make that thing. I can never recall.

“Everything looks fine so far, Perry the Platypus. That’s... that’s good,” he says, not feeling it. Perry is poking his bill inquisitively into the trays of the first-aid kit. Heinz will need to break out the MRInator. Been a while, so he’ll need to tune it first, which could take hours. Better get started on it right away. He needs to be working right now, because if he stops he thinks he will gelatinize into a ball of terror. That wouldn’t help Perry.

He’s 15 minutes into his work, checking that the gradient coils are aligned, when the phone rings. His screwdriver hits the ground as he lunges for it, ready to yell the full story out of Carl. But it’s Peter calling. He stares at the profile photo, which is many years out of date.

“...Hello? Peter the Panda, since when do you call? What’s up?”

“Hi, hi -- Doofenshmirtz?” comes a voice on the other line. It’s pitchy, so he has trouble placing it at first.

“Mystery? Is that you?”

This is weird. Heinz never talks to this guy. He isn’t even up on whether Professor Mystery’s still practicing evil -- just gets the impression from Peter that they’re doing alright together, whenever the two of them cross paths.

“I’m calling because something’s wrong with Peter,” he says, a quaver in his voice that Heinz can hear he is trying to suppress. “And I wanted to ask if you know anything. Did you do something to him, Doofenshmirtz? Or, if you didn’t. Can... can you come over here? Can you help me talk to him? I thought maybe he’d respond if he saw a familiar face, or maybe you’d have one of your... weird machines that could help him.”

“Verdammt noch mal,” Heinz hisses through the hand raking down his face. “That agency. It’s all of them?”

“...What?”

“It’s OWCA, Mystery, they did something to all of the agents. Apparently, if it hit Peter. Perry’s the same way.”

“...Oh,” responds Mystery. He sounds lost. “So can you come up here? I’ll -- I’ll cover your tickets. Both of them.”

Like he’d fly there commercial. “Mystery, I’m getting details out of the OWCA guys right now. I need more information before I can make any plans. Sorry.”

And Mystery couldn’t pay him enough to take Perry out of the city right now. Perry’s been hopping between the sofa and the carpet, then walking over to Heinz and bumping into his side as he works, before cycling back to the sofa, a knot of agitation. Right now he’s digging his forepaws into a couch cushion, like he’s trying to find something that isn’t there.

On the end of the line Mystery sniffles -- oh, no. “What happened to him, Doofenshmirtz?” he says, voice cracking. “My parents were trying to figure it out, they were asking me how old he is -- but it was so sudden, like something hit all at once. My dad asked if I let him go near any black holes recently.”

“Did you?” Heinz asks, genuine. Mystery got up to some hardcore science in the old days.

There’s an ursine growl on the other end, angrier than Peter sounds. “No. That’s their baggage. But I was worried,” Mystery says, “about the age thing. Because. Well.”

Heinz knows Peter’s well into his 20s, by now.

“There’s only so many more years, for him,” Mystery says, faltering. “And so -- what if this is -- if this is how he is now,” he wavers, “then that means I didn’t even... have the time, have the time I thought.”

This precedes a total breakdown of his speech into wracking sobs, that don’t transmit prettily over the phone audio. Heinz pulls the phone away from his ear, frowning at it with no little sympathy. Mystery’s age, like so much about him, has never been clear to Heinz -- but he can tell the guy’s young, comparatively. Whatever their relationship passes for there’s a strained mentorship quality to it -- Mystery has turned to Heinz for answers, in the past, and has repaid him with petulant resentment every time. It’s very bratty. Like when Vanessa would ask him for help with science projects. Heinz can’t resist another opportunity to help each time he’s asked, even knowing the outcome.

But consoling this man wasn’t on Heinz’s docket for today. “Mystery,” he says, “You’ll get that time. You cannot have so little faith in Peter the Panda, so soon after something happens to him. You’re a scientist -- you’re a master of mystery. Give it a few days, before you have a breakdown, alright? That’s what Peter would want.”

Heinz thought that was pretty good, but Mystery just cries harder on the line. He feels shaken -- he doesn’t want to be hearing this right now. That’s selfish, he knows -- but Mystery has family. Mystery can handle himself, and he can handle Peter. Heinz cares deeply for Peter’s wellbeing, still, but part of caring has meant learning to trust his choice of partner, just like Peter trusts his.

“Look, Mystery, I have to go,” he says -- he looks up, and doesn’t see Perry. Suddenly he meant what he said, with an urgency. “Get your parents to help, and tell them all morbid speculation is banned. Give them a furbrush, tell them go to town on him. They’ll love it, he’ll love it. Bye.”

He snaps off the call and rushes through the house, looking for Perry. The kitchen, the balcony ledge, the pool. This place is too big, when he doesn’t want it to be.

He finds a puddle in the bathroom. Perry knew enough to go in there, apparently, but not how to use the toilet.

Perry is back in the sitting room hiding under the glass coffee table, tail curled under like he’s ashamed. “Oh, Perry the Platypus,” Heinz sighs, kneeling at the table and reaching under to stroke Perry’s head. “What are we going to do with you.”

Mr. Fluffypants’ old litterbox is in the storage room that used to belong to Norm. He sets it up next to the toilet. Their bathroom has ample room. He exits, knowing he has to keep the inertia rolling, has to work, can’t process that he just set out a litterbox for Perry. How is he supposed to process that.

Right across from the door, in the hallway, there’s an elongated picture frame with photos from a family beach trip, when Heinz had more color in his hair. The left side highlights Vanessa, who’d brought along a friend -- she’s laughing in some of them, more unrestrained happiness than she showed in her gradeschool years. There’s the massive sandcastle they’d constructed, Norm using his vacant head to scoop, Vanessa lifting Perry up to decorate the upper echelons with fine detail, the two of them focused on this process for a long time while they’d chatted. And then photos of Perry, the surf breaking over his feet as he poses with a notch-tailed surfboard, cool confidence in the line of his smile. Heinz loves that picture: he looks so handsome, his white beach shirt open and playing in the wind.

He finds himself staring at it. This was Perry an hour ago.

He calls out: “Do you know Vanessa, Perry the Platypus? Va-ne-ssa?”

No response, obviously -- Heinz is convinced he could jostle some kind of reaction out of Perry if Vanessa stopped by in person, like Mystery had been aiming at with him. But he has no intention of letting her see him in this state. Perry would hate that.

Heinz collapses into his folded arms on the kitchen island, amid the newly-purchased bags of flour and sugar, for the apple pie they will not be making tonight. He doesn’t want to eat.

But Perry should, he realizes after a minute, lifting his head. Perry seems less agitated now, has been wandering the floor. Right now he’s peering out at the balcony sky, seated. Heinz walks over to him. “You’re not going to try and run off of that, right?” Perry looks up. “Carl made it sound like you were gonna bolt if I so much as left a door open.” But Perry’s been keeping near to him, following him from room to room. The real Perry isn’t this clingy. “I don’t trust you to operate a parachute right now, Perry the Platypus. And don’t let me see you going in the jetpack closet.”

More empty eye contact. “Let’s get you dinner.”

It’s reheated lasagna they’d made a few nights ago, beef and zucchini. Heinz stares hopefully at Perry as he eats it off the plate, thinking the taste might stir a memory. He noses the fork off the table, jumps a little at its clatter, then starts nibbling bites off the edge of the lasagna block. Heinz is over there cutting it up with a butter knife when Carl’s return call finally buzzes in his pocket -- he puts it on the tabletop set to speaker mode. “Carl. I hope you’re ready to talk.”

“Yes Doofenshmirtz, hi,” returns the tinny nasal voice. “I had to get home -- Monogram’s getting grilled over there, and he wouldn’t stop yelling back at them, at the FBI agents, who were jumping at the bit to arrest him. I managed to broker a peace,” Carl ends, proudly.

“That’s fantastic, Carl,” says Heinz. “How about explaining what you did to Perry the Platypus’s brain? It hit Peter too, by the way, I know this is a bigger problem than you want me to think.”

“I don’t want you to think anything!” says Carl. “This wasn’t my choice, Heinz, or Monogram’s for that matter. They turned off the agent control switch. I kept telling them they didn’t need to do that, they should just leave the agents alone -- it’s more safe that way, honestly, we didn’t even know what would happen if they used it. But they just said if it’s part of the animal program, it needs to go.”

Heinz’s stomach sinks lower than he thought it could. “Agent control switch? You’re controlling them?”

“No!” says Carl. “It’s not a -- clear term. Nobody’s controlling the animals, Heinz. It’s like a remote control hub, with a binary state, on and off. They shut it off.’

“So that’s good,” Heinz falters, trying not to let the ominous weight of whatever this implies overwhelm his thought. “You can just switch it back on. It sounds like you can literally fix this with a button press, Carl, so do it.”

“Well, yes and no,” Carl dithers. “They shut it off. Then they confiscated all our equipment. They said ‘classified’, when I asked where it was going. so my guess is it’ll end up in some storage basement or the FBI dumpster, based on how badly they mishandled it. They split open the casing just getting it out of the room, it was hard to watch.”

That sounds about right for OWCA, 70s-era supercomputers filling up rooms they were never intended to leave. “So the switch controls something in Perry’s head?” Heinz asks, steadily. He’s thinking of the giant magnet he was about to put Perry inside. “Like a metal chip?”

“It’s a bioelectric material, I’m pretty sure,” Carl says. “Part of what makes it so hard to access, once it’s inside. The investigators were going to make us lobotomize all the agents, if I hadn’t told them about the switch, it was the only choice. They’re serious about stamping out this program, Heinz, like they’re trying to erase it from the public consciousness. Because if people see a dog in a hat they’ll mob up and burn the government down, apparently.”

Heinz feels on board with that plan at the moment. “Carl. Professor Mystery’s having a breakdown, I had to talk him off the cliff this afternoon. Neither of us knew about this. You didn’t tell any of us,” the heat is rising in his voice, “that Peter and Perry had something in them that you controlled, that this could happen at any minute. Did they know about this?”

Carl is quiet a second. “... I’m not sure,” he says. “I thought Perry knew. It’s not a major secret, it’s just what we do, to promising recruits. It’s had a less pronounced effect in the newer ones, since we stopped putting them in babies. But Perry’s always had it. That’s why he’s so intelligent. But he might not have known about the control switch -- it’s really a relic, we haven’t run power through it in decades, since we’ve had no reason to deactivate the agents.”

Perry’s nosing around the table, his lasagna half-eaten -- he makes a small noise of complaint. “Oh -- I didn’t give you water,” Heinz realizes. A cup seems too optimistic, so he fills up a bowl.

“Is that Perry?” asks Carl from the phone speaker -- Heinz rolls his eyes. “How is he? I’m really sorry, by the way, Heinz -- there’s a lot on our plates over here, I’m just trying to keep us afloat and Monogram on a leash. You know I care about him, too.”

“Then fix him,” says Heinz. Carl goes quiet, while Perry drinks from his bowl.

“...We’ll figure it out. Good night, Doofenshmirtz.”

Heinz looks out at the silent space of his apartment -- the living room lamp is taking on the brunt of lighting it, now the early autumn dark has fallen. With the phonecall battles over and done for the night, it seems quieter than usual.

This space is normally filled by just him and Perry, now that Norm and Vanessa are out on their own. Perry doesn’t talk, and employs his platypus noises judiciously, only making sound when he really wants Heinz’s attention, or is in a temper. But his presence fills the space, in a way that’s hard to explain, easy to feel.

Normal nights, Heinz gabs his way into the late hours with Perry as his receptive listener, and responder, accompanying Heinz on their end-of-day tidying chores, toweling dishes off for him to stack on high shelves, shooting him dry looks and signing quick sentences that make Heinz scoff. Perry believes Heinz is worth listening to, which makes Heinz want to keep chatting with him, more and more, a self-feeding loop that would overload the casual conversational partner. But Perry is no casual.

Normal afternoons, they work on parallel projects to the sound of old radio serials, to audiobooks of bestselling mystery novels, to the Landmarks in Evil podcast. Perry will grab Heinz’s attention to sign some withering remark on the spotlighted villain of the week, and Heinz will snort into his construction tools. Perry’s presence grants him undesired OWCA updates around the house, that they both groan at simultaneously. Perry grants him gift-laden drop-ins from Ferb and Phineas -- literal balcony visits, often, since those kids and their friends fly around the city in more novel contraptions than Perry once did. Perry gives him looks that say everything.

Now, Perry has hopped off the kitchen chair and is padding around Heinz into the living room space. He turns to look at Heinz, like he keeps on doing, but his face expresses only a primal distress. He chirps a high, querulous note, cry-like, foreign on Perry’s tongue. Heinz could step on Perry’s tail ten times -- he has -- and not hear a noise that heartrending.

“I know, Perry the Platypus.” Such a thing you say to pets. But he shares Perry’s sentiment.

A flash of guilt twinges his stomach, and he pulls out his phone to text Peter’s number: Got the intel - I’m fixing it. Take care of Peter the Panda tonight.

A quick reply: I AM. Heinz’s lip quirks.

Heinz raps on the shell of the MRInator -- its completion feels less urgent, now that he has a better concept of the problem. He’ll finish it after a night of sleep, so he doesn’t risk frying Perry’s neurons. He doesn’t want to sleep, knows it won’t be easy, with this mountainous weight hanging over him. But dire times call for proper rest, he’s learned to accept, after 50-some odd years. He downs a plastic cup of Nyquil.

“I’ll have to fix you tomorrow, Perry the Platypus,” he tells him. “Or else I’ll start owing everyone an explanation. Really don’t wanna give the ‘Carl Scrambled Perry’s Brain’ apology tour to your family. I don’t think they’d talk to me again, even though everything is Carl’s fault. As established by the name of the tour.”

Perry wails again, a haunting trill sent into the darkness of the penthouse.

“But don’t worry,” Heinz adds, hurrying over to Perry -- he bends to pet his head. “I will fix this for you. And for Peter the Panda too, and all the other agents. I promise.

Perry whines again, more quietly, in Heinz’s hold, looking up at him with sad brown eyes. Heinz rubs his old hands through the fur of his head -- Perry looks so different right now, hunched in a dog’s sitting posture. Whatever they did to him, whatever pathways are now shut off in his mind, must have enabled or encouraged more human postures, better standing balance -- who knows.

Heinz isn’t sure what to make of Perry now, this animal shell of him. He wonders if Perry feels the same about him -- what is he to Perry now? His partner, his mere protector? Is he less than he used to be?

Heinz takes his left paw, gently, lifting it in his hand. He thumbs the metal ring on his finger.

“For the MRI tomorrow,” he tells Perry. “In case I forget.” He removes it.

Perry pads after Heinz as he gets a glass of water from the sink, as he walks to the bedroom. He feels odd dressing down to his boxers, in front of him now. Perry doesn’t pay him any mind, though -- as soon as he walks in he jumps his way up to the bedspread, scrabbling at the blankets on the edge to barely avoid falling.

“Not letting you in any apple trees,” Heinz muses emptily.

He slumps back into the pillows, feeling the doxylamine fog roll in. “But I’ll need you back soon,” he says, “so we can do the Haunted Haymaze with the kids.”

Perry trods up to him on the blanket. He makes a quiet noise -- not scared or confused, but a regular krrr, like he used to make. A gentle declaration of presence, a little care-package growl. Heinz lifts his arm, and Perry crawls under it, pushing his head into his neck. This movement isn’t forgotten, to him.

Heinz hugs his other arm around Perry’s body, and he falls asleep.

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[shinsmarlboro]

Come around. - A Manjiro Sano Twoshot

TAGS: AFAB!reader, stripper!reader, club setting, slight mentions of Izana

Finding out that you worked for him had felt like you had been shot in the gut. Year after year of running away from everything that you saw in him, dreaming about him and waking up yearning. Yearning for something that would never happen, not in a millennium.

He made it clear 12 years ago. The memory of what he said had failed you tremendously, except for the ache in your heart that grows in your chest when you try to recall that day - the heavy rain, drenched half-conscious bodies & blood mixed with water from the downpour. You were in the midst of it all, staring at the faceless culprit as he grinned, like some psycho, at the thought of inflicting pain to his friends.

The rest of the memory is history, or maybe that's what your brain wants you to think. Perhaps it is doing you good, shielding you away from the remains of the horrid memory.

Oh well.

You had better things to do, better things to worry about like putting food on the table with this capricious job of yours.

You stared at the dolled-up visage in the mirror, before deciding to pick up the fashion magazine on your stylist's vanity table to distract yourself from the impending event to commence in an hour.

As Vivian's hands worked on styling your tresses, you flipped through the pages only stopping to admire the haute couture designs and the vibrant colours used in them while simultaneously keeping an ear out for gossip from her chatterbox co-workers who were also getting pretty and primp.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that you were being watched, you blamed it on the jitters you get before going into the spotlight even after three years in the industry.

You still weren't used to it, the whole experience was different from the previous service jobs you had picked up during your time in college. As someone who kept to themself most of the times, it would take quite a while before you got used to it - that's if, you don't end up quitting from the soul crushing pressure.

But, the pay was good. You had to admit it, and it seemed your quiet allure captured the eyes of a few affluent customers with suitcases.

Minutes passed by like a flash, you could tell Vivian had finished up with the final touch ups when she placed her hands on your bare shoulders. You peered in the mirror once again, admiring the sleek bouncing curls that cascaded down your shoulders, with the help of authentic extensions.

“You look amazing, angel,” Vivian cooed.

“Thanks to you.” You sighed, brushing away the tendrils from your delicate face.

She just shook her head, a small smile adorning her crimson lips before walking away to tend to another worker. Slowly, you rose from the chair feeling an ache in your rear from sitting down for too long and returned the magazine back on the table. No way you could afford skipping your stretching routine now.

You exited the room, unbeknownst to the pair of ebon eyes staring at your retreating form through the screen.

***

To say Izana was angry would be an understatement; IIzana was livid.

“I don't think I'm understanding you, wait.” He adjusted his phone from his shoulder to his left hand. An annoyed chuckle escaped from his mouth. “You mean to tell me that you aren't on the plane to Manila?”

Manjiro picked at his fingernails, clearly not in the mood for Izana's tantrums. “Something came up.”

“I always make sure that Haruchiyo clears out your schedule, Huwag mo akong subukan!”

A crease formed between his brows. “You know I'm still learning Tagalog. I would appreciate it if you didn't use big words with me.” He spoke dryly, brushing back his long ebony tresses.

“Manjiro…” He warned, his tone sounding unamused. The aforementioned could sense he had the grip on his phone on a tight hold as a way to restrain his ire.

“I'll make it up to you, big bro. Say hi to Isadora for me.” He made sure to quickly hang up, letting out a languid sigh as he reclined against the back seat and closed his eyes for a moment.

Knowing how petty Izana was, Manjiro won't hear the end of this. It had been a while since they had last seen each other in five months at least. Izana had business to deal with some prominent gangs in Manila, whilst he stayed back in Tokyo with Kisaki to accompany him on business trips, a decision that had the older brother feeling bitter.

He couldn't be bothered with his antics, he had more important things to do.

But, he couldn't just tell Izana that the stuff it entailed was sauntering into Club Nocturne at 10 PM with a concerned Kakucho. Though he wore a stoic expression, Manjiro could feel it from the corner of his eye, his muscles seemed taut, straining against the fabric of his black trenchcoat.

“Loosen up a little,” Manjiro told him curtly.

It wasn't his fault, his job was to pick him up and escort him to the airport, however now he happened to be acting as his bodyguard as his number two was unavailable at the moment.

He made sure to keep his workers in the dark about his appearance as not only was it a decision made on a while, he wanted to see the look on your face. Were you still the person that lights up at the sight of him, after all these years?

A voice in his head told him that you had moved on, yet the other tempted him with the scenario of a lovestruck expression on your pretty little face, a glimpse of how lovely and warm you were during your teenhood even after he pushed you away.

He hoped he hadn't withered your good spirit with his sombre presence, yet at the same time he wanted to taint you with his madness - have you get drunk off of it.

As they made their way to the VIP room, his eyes never stopped searching for your familiar face. Then again he could always go backstage and pull you aside, but where was the fun in that? He'd just have to wait.

side note: likes & reblogs are STRONGLY appreciated, ily ♥︎

[littleboyblue1]

I Do

Had the idea of Jake being the greatest guy ever. Decided to write that out, kind of. Anyways.

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), talks of marriage, no y/n, but 'Mrs. Lockley' is said, nothing else I can think of

Jake Lockley was a lot different than most guys you'd dated. He was, as your friends often said, 'husband material'. He certainly would've been if it weren't for the frequent days of no contact, and the fact that he was very secretive. But then he explained it, and he was perfect again. Suddenly, it was nonstop texting, and not a single secret.

Marc and Steven were amazing, but there was always something more with Jake. You liked him most. He was your first of the three after all. And, even though you'd never say it out loud, he provided a much more normal life than the others. He liked domesticity, and it made it feel like a marriage between you two, and just dating Marc and Steven. Which was just fine, it didn't change anything.

But because of that difference, Jake was the guy your friends, coworkers, and family knew. You told your family after a while, but it was still mostly Jake they saw. The others, well, you'd explain it if you had to.

Jake also thoroughly enjoys being your 'arm candy'. Your boss had called him that when they'd first met at a dinner, and Jake would not let it go. No matter how much you and the others teased him, he liked it. So much so that he would beg the other guys to let him be the one that goes to your work events. They always said yes.

Tonight, he seemed extra eager. He showered and dressed, then you'd told him he was three hours early. "That's okay. I'll just watch you get ready then," he'd replied. You wondered if he'd done it on purpose.

He isn't a 'take showers together' guy, but he does enjoy sitting on the counter talking to you. Not every time you shower, just when he feels particularly talkative. So, he sat on the counter, talking about his day.

"I don't mind it really. I just hate working with people," he explained. He'd often go to work for Steven, purely because he preferred to front for long periods of time these days.

You laughed. "You could always just let Steven go in, baby." Jake huffed loudly. "I know. But it would relieve the stress."

He handed you your towel as you stepped out. His head rested agains the mirror. "Yeah. But no." You laughed again. "Want your hair thing?" You nodded, and he dug around for your hair towel while continuing. "Sometimes I think we should just tell them. Maybe they'd let us skip, and I could do something I like."

"I don't think - thanks - think it's a bad idea. It might make things easier on all of you."

He followed you into your room. You talked the idea over while you finished getting ready. When you finished, he went to the closet and picked out shoes for you, then delicately put them on. You wondered if he even realized he did stuff like that. It was like second nature to him.

Jake left for a second to get drinks, and your friend Alexa leaned in. "Seriously, where did you buy that man!? she asked. You laughed.

"Got lucky."

"You may be the luckiest woman on Earth."

"Tell me about it." You turned to see him. He was chatting some guy up at the bar. Even from a distance, he was hot. He saw you and waved. You returned the favor, then turned back to Alexa. "I worry I'll wake up, and he'll just be a dream."

She sighed dreamily. "If he is, mind telling me your night routine?" The two of you laughed until Jake got back.

He placed the drinks down for all three of you, then held a hand out. "Come on," he nodded towards the dance floor, "This is our song." You couldn't help but giggle as you stood. It certainly wasn't 'your' song, but it was a nice song, and Jake liked dancing.

He was a good dancer too. You could stand there stiff as a board, and he'd wheel you around perfectly. No one would even notice if he was the only one dancing. But you'd learned for him anyways, and the two of you were a well-oiled dancing machine.

"You've got a very nice dress, miss," he whispered in your ear. As he leaned back up, you caught him staring straight down the front.

"Charming as always."

He cracked a smile at you. "Can't help it. I see a pretty lady, I have to look."

"Is that so?" You weren't upset, but you tried to force your voice to sound like you were.

He nodded. "Just seems like there's a lot less pretty women these days. About 4 years ago, there was only one pretty woman left on earth. Confused the hell out of me." He was smiling a big, cheesy smile. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You're a dork."

When the song ended, he led you back to the table. He casually draped an arm over your shoulders. You were warm, but you didn't mind.

The rest of the night went by quickly with dances, drinks, and boring work conversations. When you got home, you were both a little tipsy, and Jake was spinning and dipping you all the way back to the flat.

Your old neighbor smiled and waved at the two of you. You giggled and waved back. "You've got a very pretty wife," she said to Jake. You waved her off, smiling wide.

Jake smiled even wider. "Yes, I do." You liked the title 'wife', even if he was only agreeing because it was easier to just agree.

Jake let you in, spinning you onto the couch. He dropped his jacket on the floor, then fell to his knees at your feet. As he undid your shoes, he placed kisses all over your calves. He was mostly kissing - you could feel his fingers fumbling with the straps.

When he finally got them off, you pulled him to you by his cheeks. "You looked so handsome tonight, baby," you whispered. His cheeks got a little pinker.

"So did you."

You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he stroked a thumb on your bottom lip. "My wife. Could you imagine?" He stared into your eyes with an intensity that could melt you.

A smile tugged at your lips. "Mrs. Lockley. How's-"

He cut you off. "Fuck, say that again."

"Mrs. Lockley." You could've sworn his eyes became just pupil. He pulled you in hard enough your teeth knocked together lightly. It would've been off putting if it weren't for the fact that he was leaning back down to sit on his feet.

He pulled away breathless. "Take it off." You obeyed, discarding the dress quickly. You hadn't worn anything special, just the underwear on the top of the pile and a clean bra, but he sighed anyway. "God, how did I ever get so lucky?"

Jake took your undergarments off, tossing them somewhere behind you. He dropped his head against your breasts, kissing the tops before moving down to your nipples. He worshiped them for a moment, then started moving down again.

He left a trail of kisses down until he was where you needed him. "One more time, baby. Say it again."

"Mrs. Lockley?" You assumed that's what he wanted to hear.

You must've been right, because he pulled your legs so he could be in a better position, then began nearly devouring you. The moans that escaped you were beyond pornographic. You dropped a hand to his curls, changing between pushing him into yourself more and pulling his hair.

Each tug pulled a groan from him, sending vibrations through you. Suddenly, he lifted his head and started using his fingers. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes open.

His stubble glistened, and he truly had very little brown left in his eyes. "I like that name, baby. Mrs. Lockley."

"You don't say?" He did something that made you gasp loudly. "Fuck, Jake, that feels so good." He dropped his head back down and used his tongue and fingers to bring you to your climax.

He licked and kissed until you had to push him off to escape the overstimulation. He moved slowly back up you, dropping a wet kiss on your lips. "Come on." He lifted you, bringing you to your bed.

Jake undressed himself quickly. You gave him a look over. His chest was beautiful, sculpted by the gods themselves - almost literally. His abs were toned in a way that could drive a woman feral. The happy trail they'd been growing was enough to make you get off the bed and fall to your knees.

"No, baby. Just want you." He looked down with pleading eyes. How could you be so cruel as to deny him? You got back on the bed, and he pushed you to lie down. "I love you."

"I lo- holy fuck." You moaned out as he pushed into you. He gave no time for adjustments, beginning his pace immediately. Not fast, but not slow either. "I love you too, baby."

You brushed a curl from his face, then pulled him down for a kiss. He sped up, and you arched up into him. Jake groaned into the kiss, then dropped his head down to the crook of your neck.

As he continued speeding up, you held onto his back for dear life. He didn't like when you scratched him, so you had to settle for squeezing his muscles for support. He moved down to kiss your chest. His lips wrapping around your nipple made another loud moan leave you.

"You can scratch, it's okay," he muttered out. It was a sweet gesture, but you knew he didn't like it.

You dropped a hand into his hair, tugging at the strands instead. You began moaning together, and as his thrusts became quicker, you could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. "What'd you say? Wanna be Mrs. Lockley?" he asked suddenly, pulling away from your tits to smile down at you.

"Yeah, I'll be Mrs. Lockley."

The look on his face was enough to bring you to your climax. He came at the same time, and you rode out your highs together. After a few slow movements, he laid you on top of him, still inside of you. A soft smile brightened his features. "Really mean it?"

"I do."

[lordsukunas]

daycare worker? attendant?! nanami headcanons sorry this has actually been nibbling away at my brain... i'll shut up abt this au at some point. anyway, enjoy!

daycare attendant! nanami whose fingers always smell like citrus after lunch because kugisaki has randomly deemed him her orange peeler.

daycare attendant! nanami who roleplays with the kids as a chivalrous knight during tea time. he sneaks glances at you from his cramped spot in the tiny chair, a foam sword resting on his thighs. when your gaze meets his and he sees the small, amused smirk on your lips, he swears his heart skips a beat or two.

daycare attendant! nanami who packs extra snacks for the kids. he has an entire list in his notes app of their preferences and allergies.

daycare attendant! nanami who, during nap time, listens to r&b (sade, micheal jackson, beyonce, h.e.r., ms. lauryn hill) while attempting to finish up a book he started weeks ago.

daycare attendant! nanami who walks you to your car every evening once all the kids are gone, even if his car is parked on the other side of the parking lot.

daycare attendant! nanami who notices you eyeing one of the pastries he brought from a small bakery. that same pastry is on your desk when you unlock your classroom the next morning.

daycare attendant! nanami who genuinely enjoys doing word searches with the kids, even if they're so easy it takes him less than five minutes.

daycare attendant! nanami who looks up whenever one of the kids calls your name. you don't even have to be in the room, and he'll still do it, hazel eyes searching for your radiant presence.

daycare attendant! nanami whose desktop wallpaper is a picture of kuantan, malaysia. when you ask him about it, he explains the reason calmly as always, but you can see the twinkle in his eyes and the smile threatening to spread across his features.

daycare attendant! nanami who is picky as hell about candles. if it stinks or is overly strong, he won't spare it a second glance. that's not to say he doesn't enjoy unconventional smells, though.

daycare attendant! nanami who only enjoys talking to you. he's cordial enough to his other coworkers, but something about how you smile at him or gesture animatedly with your hands while you speak or visit him during lunch, ready to tell him a story about something silly the kids did... it makes him a little more excited to come to work every day.

divider creds: hitobaby hai!! i'm back again lolsies. i can't tell if attendant or worker is a better word, but i think imma just call it attendant instead. also, ik i said that he wouldnt go back to jujutsu sorcery but like imagine him spending a lil extra time before work to exorcise any curses that get too close to the daycare... its not realistic bc its against the silly rules of jujutsu society or wtv but idgaf!!! nanamin loves them kids (and maybe u idk)<3

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‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮(𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗎𝗋𝗂, 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍)

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𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾, 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗅. 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌!

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 "𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌" 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌): 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉! 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒/𝗇

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listen to: burn it, bibi ft. dean

7:30 am

the coffee scent lingered around your shared dorm, you open your door to see juliana and kitty on the counter chatting. well, mostly complaining about school and gossiping about the new girl, stella. they noticed your figure leaning against your doorframe and greeted you. "hey, long night?" kitty's voice was drowned out by yuri's alarm in your room. "hm? no?" you hummed with a puzzled look on your face, "must've been yuri then" both kitty and juliana exchanged a sneaky look. "cmon guys get ready, classes are starting soon" you felt a wave of dread hit you after being reminded of that. "i will, i will" you groaned and walked towards them, picking the coffee up prepared by kitty.

"oh by the way y/n, kitty's having another huge dinner tonight since it's chuseok and this thing sort of became a tradition. you and yuri coming?" juliana asked as she took another sip of her coffee. "and we're also hanging out in eunice and mihee's room for a girls night after, it's gonna be fun" kitty added on. you rested against the counter, "maybe, i'll confirm with yuri. she'll be awake soon, you guys heading off to class?" you asked while taking a bite out of the cookie your friend baked. they nodded, finishing their coffees and packing their bags up. you waved goodbye to them and decided to freshen up so you went back into your room, since your roommates left and it was just you and yuri, you took off your t-shirt. left only in your sports bra and sweatpants.

"letting them see you like that is insane" you heard yuri's voice and the sheets shuffling, meaning she was up. you chuckled at her statement, "they already left, sweetheart", you hover over her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead to greet her good morning. "i need to admit, you look.. extremely fine like that" her arms snaked up your arm, sending soft squeezes on them. "can we just skip classes for a day? please?" she pleaded with a puppy look on her face. "no, of course not. lee is going to kill us and your mum will stop liking me, we were just making progress" she exhaled sharply, expressing her frustration.

"can't hurt to have a little fun before classes though" her hands travelled to your waist and pulled you back to bed. "hey we can't, we're gonna be late baby" she rolled her eyes at you. "classes start at 10am, we have like 2 hours and a half", she straddled you and started leaving kisses all over your jawline, neck and chest. you hummed and agreed to stay in a little longer, the kisses were growing deeper and more intense. your hands were practically roaming over her body, from her back, to her waist, then thighs. you squeezed on them gently, knowing that this turns her on. you always knew what she liked, as if every touch gets a reaction out of her.

you sit up with both of your hands on her waist and hers around your neck, her fingers all tangled up in your hair, lips still connected. you could feel her hips slightly grinding up your thigh and soft moans escaping from her lips. your grasp on her waist tightened and that caused her to pick up her pace. her alarm rang once again, startling the two of you, earning a gasp from the both your mouths. "we should.. probably get ready", she fixed her pajamas and buried her face in the crook of your neck, all flustered. you both let out a little laugh, still out of breath from making out.

5:45 pm

"so juliana and kitty mentioned about a huge 'friendsgiving' dinner tonight and also spending the night at mihee and eunice's dorm for some girls night stuff" you mentioned as you were walking beside yuri, her arm clinging onto yours. "aw, but i'm pretty tired and being around them can be you know" she sighed slightly before agreeing to attend the dinner but still having second thoughts on the girls night thing. "hey, we can just have dinner together and spend the night alone, just me and you?" you raised your eyebrows and nudged her shoulder jokingly. "wow look who's acting like this now" she teased with a smirk on her face

8:00 pm

"turn around, let me fix it for you" yuri was struggling with the zip on the back of her dress, your hand reached out and pulled it up. "thanks baby, how do i look by the way?" she gave you a full 360 turn so you could have a full look on her outfit, she was wearing a slim black dress with some silver jewellery around her neck and wrists. your breath hitched as you eyed her up and down, she looked absolutely breathtaking in that dress. she walked up to you and tugged on your collar, "don't stare at me like that, we're not going to end up attending the dinner if you do darling." your wandering mind was snapped back into reality after hearing her voice. she cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss, leaving a light red stain on your lips. you were still speechless from seeing how good she looked, for a second you wanted to bail on the dinner but that thought was immediately stopped by yuri calling you, again.

"as much as i enjoy watching you fawn over me, we need to get going, kitty and juliana are already waiting" she sprayed her perfume one last time then grabbing her handbag and leaving a quick peck on your cheeks. "alright fine" you take another look at your outfit in the mirror before taking yuri's hand and leaving the room. "woah you two look so good, actual couple goals" kitty complimented with a huge smile on her face, juliana offered to take a couple pictures of you and yuri. "let's go guys, min ho brought the food and set all the tables, he complained about doing all the work and more yapping"

8:20 pm

"so you guys, tell us how it is to be living with each other? in the same room?" mihee asked with an excited look on her face then taking a bite out of the popcorn chicken on her plate. "what do you mean?" yuri asked with a puzzled look on her face. "oh you both know, stop acting all dumb", eunice said as she and mihee gave each other looks. "we've been saying that all the time guys but they never say anything" juliana complained while throwing both her hands up in the air. "guys, seriously we don't do anything and also keep it down before lee hears you guys and seperates us" you protested

"yuri? any thoughts on this?" Q's question caught her off guard and she was just confused. her response was only a hum, earning an "aw" from everybody. you shifted closer to her, basically whispering in her ear saying, "i know this talk has you thinking about what happened this morning, it's better if we pretend like everything's normal before rumours spread", yuri's body tensed up. "i make y/n sleep on the floor every single night since she hogs the blanket all the time" yuri said bluntly, making everybody laugh

9:58 pm

you and yuri said goodbye to kitty and juliana before going back to your dorm. the walk back was breezy and calming, she had her fingers intertwined with yours and her head on your shoulder. "are you okay?" you used your thumb to rub her hand. "i'm okay, it's just that you've been occupying my mind for the whole night. especially what happened this morning, i know we've had moments like that but the amount of privacy we had was immaculate" her response struck an idea in your head, "you know, it's going to be just us tonight since the others are having a girls night somewhere else" yuri scoffed and looked at you, "why do you think i turned that invitation down?"

10:15 pm

both of you were basically stumbling into your dorm, once the door was locked, yuri dragged you to the room with her hands holding onto your leather jacket. "i assume you've been thinking of this?" you said in between the kisses and she murmed "yeah" as a response. once you entered your room, she practically tore your jacket and button up shirt off. revealing you in your sports bra, once again. "how do you know what to wear just to get me going?" the one thing that she has no idea is how her perfume drives you insane all the time, you'd find every excuse you could so she'd put it on. "dunno" you shrugged and found her zip in the back allowing you to undress her. not to mention, her being in all black riles you up too. "i can say the same for you though"

her tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. you didn't even think about putting up a fight, the chokehold she has on you at the moment was inexplainable. she had her hands all up in your hair while on your lap, again. "i think they should have sleepovers in other dorms more often" yuri breathed out along with little moans. you can barely think of a response with her kisses trailing down from your neck to your chest. her fingers wander around your abs then to your waistband, tugging and pulling it.

she was feeling you up, a little too good. you couldn't endure another second of just making out, you asked her to lay down and got on top of her without breaking the kiss. now, you could please her and no one would hear nor complain about it. you started placing kisses all the way from her neck all the way to her waist. her grip on your hair was kept firm while little whimpers escaped her lips.

the only thing stopping you back was her underwear, which was now soaked, all because of you. she wasn't even holding back at this point, her moans and whimpers were getting louder. "all this for me?" you asked while trying to meet her gaze, still kissing around her waist. "just please keep going" you felt her hands pushed your head even further. "have some patience, then maybe i'll consider" your tone was low. you used your thumb to press on her core earning a loud moan from her. "fuck" she hissed.

to get an even bigger reaction out of her, you ran your index finger up her clothed pussy and pressing on her clit again. "this was what you wanted, right?" you pushed her underwear to the side, sliding a finger in without any hesitation. her hips bucked upwards as you increased your speed. you added another finger in resulting in her screaming your name at this point. you pumped your fingers in and out on a steady pace, wanting her to take your time and pleasure her well since you two don't usually get much privacy.

this was you releasing all your pent up frustrations from the makeout sessions and quickies. yuri was fully riding your fingers unconciously, you enjoyed the view of her all helpless and turned on because of you. "i.. fuck baby.. i'm close.." the sounds of your fingers moving in and out of her were getting louder, "i know, i know sweetheart" you kept her pace by holding onto her waist. "please, please. i need to-" you felt her release on your fingers.

you pulled them out and layed beside her. you extended your arm out, letting her rest on it. you gave her a kiss on her forehead and a reassuring smile. "but what about you?" she pouted slightly as she looked at you. "next time then" you let out a little chuckle. "you and i both know that it can't end like this, i won't let that happen"

[lacedupforyou]

YOUR YANDERE RIN AND KAISER IS JUST *chef kisses* I RLLY WANNA SEE U WRITE YANDERE REO, SAE AND CHIGIRI < | > . <| >

| AHH THANK YOU! I'll write a something else for sae, (Sorry!!) Hope you enjoy! | This is a part 2, To the Manager! reader. If they became famous. |

Yandere Reo Mikage

Now that he's fully proved himself to the world and to his parents and to Nagi. He feels complete. He had everything he wants, Money, Fame, And Status. He enjoys the attention of being the best.

You as his agent just tried to keep him less feral as possible. You always saw him with Nagi so you always made sure to bring them something if they needed it.

Nagi noticed this and asked Reo about it. Reo never really noticed you and anytime you both had to speak he never paid too much attention.

That was until you had been working overtime in his condo. He was asleep in his bed and you were typing some final health records up. You shook the sleep out of your eyes and continued.

You had not heard his footsteps emerging from his room due to your exhausted self. He was..Sleep walking? You finally noticed.

You shifted to look at him finally closing your laptop after finishing and saw him shuffle his way toward you.

"Mr Mikage? Are you o-" He fell on top of you on the couch. Your body underneath him laying on the couch. You struggled but the weight against yours was crushing. You decided to grab a pillow for your head and rest. You were so tired.

Reo had woken up with you underneath him. He stuttered awake. Your arms around his back as his were around your waist. You quickly got off staring at you wide eyed. Your embrace was so warm and so willing. He almost wanted to go back to it. It was nothing like nagi's arms around his in piggyback.

You stayed asleep. Your soft sleeping form. The way your chest rises up and down. He felt in a trance. Why had he never noticed you? Never noticed how beautiful you are.

You started to wake up. But the second your eyes did a single flutter he ran to his room

You woke up and carried on with your day, Reo had a photoshoot for the front of a magazine and had taken him to it. "If I actually try in the shoot can get go get lunch together" You agreed happily with that same smile on your face. He felt his features blush but looked away quickly.

You walked into the cafe with him and sat across the table with him. You had been texting on your phone for his appointments and that pissed him off.

"Ahem." No response from you.

"AHEM."

"Oh sorry! Yes sir, How can I help you?"

"It's rude to be on your phone y'know."

"Yes but I'm just trying to schedu-"

"Shhh.." The food had arrived.

You ate happily, it had been awhile since it was normal food and not just coffee and quick snacks. Little did you know reo was not focused on food. He was focused on you. Watching you stuff your face, God it was so cute. You were so cute.

He started being more clingy, Taking you and nagi places. But you found yourself pretty creeped out, His coaxing manner was overwhelming. You had gotten an opportunity to sign with a Model instead of a soccer player. You would make more money and have a better status as an agent! Why not! But how would you break It to Reo..Maybe you didn't have to at all.. You left without a word and found a replacement quickly. Some other female who was interested in Reo. You left, Signed with the model and life became a lot less stressful.

Reo on the other hand when a new woman came in and said she was his manager he FREAKED OUT. Where were you? You left? Why did you leave? He can't let you leave. He won't. He spent weeks searching for you and skipping photoshoots and interviews.

Finally the day had come when he found you. At the cafe sipping coffee with the new model you were working with. Damn Bastard.

"Finally. I've found you..I'll make you pay..You're mine."

Yandere Chigiri

At first he thought nothing of you, Just his spokes person. If he needed something he would not ask you though, Your kind nature made him confused so he just kept to himself most of the time.

Until one night he came home pretty upset, He said some stand-offish things but you knew he did not mean them and kept a gentle smile on your lips.

"Would you..Help me with my hair.?" He asked suddenly.

"Sure! I can do that for you!." You replied calmly.

You waited outside the shower door and he opened it. But he had no shirt..Just a towel wrapped around and his soaking hair. You felt yourself get a tint of red on your cheeks from seeing him like that.. But you kept it professional of course and walked in. You took a blow dryer and blowed out his long silky hair, Brushing it perfectly. And perfecting the parting's he liked in his hair. The whole time he just wanted to have you in his arms, and then, he snapped. You ran your fingers through it. The feeling of your hand on his scalp felt unreal.

He grabbed your wrist with the hand holding the towel firmly. Then, It slipped. You rushed out of his grasp out of the room. Both of you feeling embarrassed. You sat on the couch of his luxury apartment waiting for him.

"I'm sorry for that. You hands shocked me. In more ways than one " "That's okay Mr Hyoma! You have an interview in a bit. We should get ready."

On the way there. He asked you if you..Liked him. of course you had responded with a professional, "Yes you're my client working with you is nice!" "I didn't mean like that." That had you quiet. You did not say a word to him the car ride there. You walked him inside the interview and he felt anger and pettiness boil inside him.

Of course the boring interview continued. But then the question, "Have you been seeing anyone Mr Hyoma?" He took the opportunity to be petty. "Yes I am. Y/N L/N." The interviewers face hardened. "Is that not your agent?" "We are a good team. We are bound to mutual respect and they look out for me. Don't ask stupid questions."

Of course, You did not know he said that until too late. You did not watch the interview and picked him up as normal. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood than when you left him, You decided to go take him for some lunch as a treat. Little did you know paparazzi wanted just that. To see you sitting with him eating.

Everything spiraled when you were shown the clip of him saying you two were together. And the flashes of cameras and questions made you freak out. Chigiri pulled your arm away and sat you in the car with him. Which made paparazzi freak out more excitedly.

When you got to his apartment, You shouted at him, Saying your reputation could be ruined and that no one would want to sig with you and that people would hate you.

He kept a smug slight smile the feeling of victory and that he had you right where he wanted you fueled his intentions more. Until you started saying you hated him. That took things to a different level completely.

He grabs you and pins you to the nearest wall. That got you to shut up quickly.

"You don't need to sign with anyone else, You're mine. Who cares what people think I have you and you have me, Stop being unreasonable. You knew what you were getting into. Now hold still."

(This was so fun to write! I will write separate Sae HCs, In a fic. Also, Feel free to send me requests! I'll have them done in no time! Xoxos! Thank you for your request Anon!!)

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hiiii can you write something kinda cute n fluffy...maybe christmas/winter themed...pleeaassee

╰┈➤ Josef Mengele x gn reader // fluff, drabble

(sort of implied childhood friends to lovers, the two of you are sitting at the piano, you also kiss him)

Hallo anon! i hope you enjoy this little drabble i threw together! Christmas themed as requested, mengele spends a romantic Christmas eve with you!

The fireplace crackled as the warm room washed with a temporary silence; it was more than comfortable, the cold winds and snow outside, and the lovely warm glow of the harth, and of course, your company, your dear companion Josef. He had asked to join you only a few hours before, having surprised you with his appearance back here in Günzburg, Just in time for christmas eve.

Josef sat by your side, the two of you close to one another on the piano bench. He smiled softly at you, tilting his head sweetly as he grazed his fingers over the ivory keys “you didn't think i was going to leave you all alone this year, did you?” he mused, looking back to the piano.

You paused, attempting to ignore the way your heart fluttered at just a glance of that gap toothed smile “mh, i'll be honest doctor, i thought you might have been to busy this year to come all the way back to bavaria, especially if it was just for me-” you said with a half hearted laugh, your voice a little quiet to accommodate the warm and mellow atmosphere 

“Ah, foolish Mäuschen, you realize i would do much more than just this for you-” he said with a soft laugh of his own, and a small shake of his head “oh and, no need to call me doctor, josef suits me just fine-” he said as he glanced back over to you, givinging you a small wink before pressing the piano petal, starting to play the first couple notes of adolf von henselt’s ‘petite romance’. You of course blush, averting your gaze from Josef's kind face as your cheeks grew warmer “your far too kind, Josef” you whisper, pausing before speaking his name. 

He chuckled, exhaling through his nose as he continued to play “you underestimate my care for you, Meine Liebe, do you even know how often I dream of you?” he shut his eyes as he played, practiced hands dancing over the keys with a particularly artful muscle memory and skill “if i hadn't come here to spend what little winter i could, i'd be betraying my heart!” he said oh so sweetly, leaning against you slightly smiling as warmly as the fire you sat near.

“Josef… how romantic you are, far too charming for the likes of me” you bantered, leaning against him in turn, the warmth of his body against yours making your heart melt. “Nonsense, you deserve only the sweetest-” he echoed in reply, the song he played coming to a close. The two of you were silent as he finished the composition, opening his eyes with a sigh before turning his head to you “may i ask you for something” he said as on of his hands withdrew from the keys, instead now resting on the bench, near your leg

Your heart skips a beat, first a sweet reuniting, then a heartfelt composition after an afternoon of chatter and sweetness, what could he possibly ask for now? You blushed, as he looked at you with that sweet smile, whatever he wanted, it was sure to be quite the blessing “you can ask me anything..” you breathed, a little timid, giddy even

“Forgive me… for being too forward perhaps, but if you could humor me this christmas eve, could i have a kiss?” he proposed, his hand slowly drifting to your leg, giving it a squeeze “it would make my year-” he added softly, that charming glint in his eye drawing you in. you were stunned, but you knew this was coming, the both of you would be lying if you said you didn't share feelings for one another, so you nodded “yes, of course” you whispered as his other hand made its way to your cheek. Smiling, he leaned in closer, chuckling under his breath before letting his lips graze yours, only to press further after you let your arms wrap around his shoulders.

His lips were warm, and as you shared this kiss you couldn't help but smile against him, and he did just the same, happily pulling you closer as you shared this sweet moment with him. 

[n7lebron]

It took a while but here it is, Master Grade Gundam Barbatos! Only my second master grade and I decided to go out of my way and hand paint all of it. From the frame to the armor and weapons and even picking up the p-bandai expansion set and painting some of that too (a set I do plan to finish and post about eventually). And it was a lot! A little overwhelming at times and definitely is not something I'll do regularly at this scale but was so worth it in the end.

It has only been a couple of years since I started this hobby and being able to get this kind of finish was a bit of a dream for me then. There's still room for improvement and part of that will come with more experience, but seeing what a difference just a year of painting kits can make has me genuinely excited to keep going.

Now how about the actual kit though...

The bare frame is probably my favorite part of the kit and also is where most of the actual build is. Even unpainted it's so nice to look at and pose, it is such a treat to build up what's practically the skeleton of an action figure. Obviously though painting it takes it to a whole other level, as I did here with metallic paints from Mr. Hobby Aqueous and Tamiya. It's just a real joy seeing all the wires and pistons contrasted with the frame, especially on the backside. I was almost ready to leave it as is without the armor it's so good, but it is Gundam Barbatos and not just a Gundam frame so we continue with…

The armor! Nothing too different from the original gundam colors though. Some slightly altered base colors here, a few off-white panels there, some messy panel lines because I didn't rescribe the lines partially out of laziness, but overall I'm very happy with how it came out. Probably the most accidentally impressive thing to me was all of the white being so smooth, minus a couple of spots. Even now looking at the kit in my hand I don't entirely know how I did that with a brush. I will always recommend the Mr. Hobby Aqueous paints in general but definitely for hand painting specifically. It has the benefits of being very easy to work with like water based acrylics and being more durable than those too. But let's not forget about...

The weapons! Only a bit more interesting here, as they're mostly metallic, using all of the same colors as the frame as well as some new ones. The body of the smoothbore gun is, like the other colors, a slight deviation from the color guide. At first I wasn't sure if the copper (Tamiya's XF-28 Dark Copper) on the sword edge was going to be too much, thinking maybe I should've used a silver like the pile bunker on the mace, but I think it works well and helps the sword stand out from the rest of the loadout.

After all that the only thing missing is a top coat, which I haven't done yet because summer weather in NC can be real wet. So for now it'll have to go without one. But I'm not upset about it, other than the three primary colors being glossy it's like it doesn't even need one and looks great as is so I may skip it entirely. We'll see, next time though I'm go back to doing a few high grades starting with some more G-Witch p-bandai kits! Hope you enjoy! ✌🏼

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 10

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: Bridget continues to finish up her final year of college and you feel inspired to create new music with your band. The both of you decide to spend the holidays back home, both with family, and just the two of you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Semi-NSFW

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold = Singing, Bold/Italic = Flashback, G/n = Guitarist's name, C/n = Cheer Captain's Name

Chapter Theme(s): You Belong with Me (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

A/n: n/a

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*Y/n's POV* You and Bridget arrive to her apartment after the party dispersed.

"I cannot believe C/n did that," Bridget sighs in annoyance

"What do you mean?" You ask

"Asking so much out of you and the band," She clarifies

"I mean, it felt a little awkward to be at a party that's typically attended by cheerleaders and football players," You say, "But, it went well."

"My point exactly," She says, "You didn't have to feel obligated to grant her every wish just because she politely asked and batted her eyes. I love her but... Jeez..."

She sighs again as she flops onto the couch.

"If it makes you feel any better, we've never played a mini-gig like that in a long time," You say, sitting on the couch's arm rest, "So, it was nice to perform somewhere... Less open, and with less people."

"Yeah, but you don't owe them anything," She says

You follow her onto the couch, scooping her into your arms.

"Point taken," You sigh, "But, it'll most likely be the last time. Since, well... You're graduating. Don't tell me Bridget is jealous."

"So what if I am a little jealous?!" She asks, "You belong with me!"

"Well.... I'm already with you," You chuckle, "I made sure I made that very clear to all of your cheer teammates who were present."

You kiss her temple, as you hear her begin to giggle.

"There she is. Come on, let's get you out of that dress," You calmly say

*Bridget's POV* You look down and see her hands beginning to loop around the straps of your dress.

"OH! I got it thanks!" You spring from the couch and beelines it to her bedroom, shutting the door

As you shut the bathroom door, you stand there, trying to recompose yourself. You quickly undress and remove your makeup before coming out to meet Y/n out in the living room again.

*Y/n's POV* "Aren't you going to sleep in your room?" You ask

She slithers onto the couch, settling herself between your arms. Refusing to leave your side.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," She says, "You're my girlfriend remember?"

"Hmm, you're right," You chuckle

The both of you get up and you follow Bridget into her bedroom.

+*+

"Hey, G/n, play that solo one more time," Your producer says

You watch as his fingers dance along the neck of his guitar. You only tear your eyes away when you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Hey... When do you get out of recording so you can pick me up for us to go home for the holidays?

Right...

You planned to go home together for the holidays. But, the both of you agreed that you would wait to drive home the next morning.

Not for another hour.... I'm starting to hate being in my apartment alone... That's going to take me a few hours to get to you babe... Yeah... I know... I'm going to bake something or anything... Maybe that'll take my mind off things. I'll see you soon.

+*+

You immediately hop into your car as soon as the recording session was over.

Hey I'm on my way. Won't be there for about an hour. Okay! Can't wait to see you!

You grab some food and gas and begin driving over to Auradon University, or at least, wherever Bridget was staying around the campus.

+*+

As you drive down her street, you look at both sides to try and find her apartment. Once you do, you park in the street, turning your car off. However, as soon as you get out, you see a car on the other side of the street... Lights still on, but windows were tinted... You been walking up to it but it drives off in a hurry.

Huh... Weird...

You turn back and begin making your way up the stairs to her apartment. She buzzes you in and you walk up to her door. She had the door open, waiting for you to arrive. Your lips crack into a smile as soon as she had come into view.

"Drive went okay?" She asks, sighing into your embrace

"Yeah," You answer, but yawning, "Exhausted. But odd thing was, as soon as I got here, there was a car that was just... Sitting outside."

"Just... Sitting outside?" She asks, "What kind of car was it?"

I couldn't catch the brand but it was just a simple black car," You explain, "Drove off as soon as they saw me though..."

*Bridget's POV* Your heart drops slightly.

It couldn't be Hook.... Right?

He's only been to your place a small handful of times but you last expected him to turn into some kind of stalker.

"Hey, Bridge," Y/n calls out to you, calmly

She seats you onto the couch and she swings her arm over your shoulder.

"We'll be going home tomorrow," She reassures you, "Whoever that was is gone now. They won't be able to reach you at home."

You nod, attempting to calm yourself down.

"Whoever it is, I'll make sure they won't lay a single finger on you," She says

You nod again.

"Now come on," She yawns, "We got a long drive back tomorrow."

You follow her into your bedroom and she immediately begins changing into her pajamas, or what she believes is to be pajamas. She jumps into your bed, adjusting herself to lay comfortably.

"What are you waiting for? An invitation?" She asks, "Come on."

Without a second thought, you climb into bed, reluctantly resting your head onto her shoulder.

"You're tense," She says, "Relax love."

"Sorry..." You say

"Don't be," She reassures you, "You can tell me if something has been bothering you."

"It's nothing, really," You lie

"You sure?" She asks

You nod, nestling your head onto her clavicle. You yawn and lay with Y/n in the dark, awaiting for slumber to wipe over you.

"I won't let anything bad happen to you," Y/n's mumbled voice trickles your ear

+*+

You pack your last bag into Y/n's backseat and hop into her passenger seat.

"You sure you have everything?" She asks

"Y/n for the last time, yes I do," You giggle, "Now let's go home!"

+*+

Within a few hours you and Y/n arrive back into your hometown. Immediately just going home.

"You free later tonight?" You ask

"Yeah, I should be," She says, "Why?"

"Do you want to come over and bake together?" You ask, "My parents are going out for the weekend."

"Yeah, I'm down," She smiles

"EEEE! See you tonight babe," You smile

You lean over the shift console and give her a quick kiss. However, as you slowly pull away, you lurch forward, your arms wrapping around her neck as she pulls you into her lap.

"Y/n," You sigh

"Bridget, we have tonight," She chuckles

"Sorry, I'll see you tonight," You smile, getting out of her car

*Y/n's POV* You pull out from Bridget's driveway once she makes it past the front door. You greet your parents like normal and go up to your room, wasting the day away.

"Honey, we're going to get food from [restaurant name], do you want us to order some for you and Bridget for you to take over there?" Your mother calls from the kitchen

"Let me ask!" You reply

Hey, my parents are wondering if you want anything from [restaurant name]. Want anything? Oh! I would love a simple cheeseburger, fries and a strawberry milkshake. If that's no issue at all!

You tell your mother Bridget's order, and you go back to wasting your time until your parents came home with dinner.

+*+

You knock on the door and you hear Bridget squeal as you also hear her footsteps through the door. You smile as you raise the bag with one hand, and her drink in the other.

"Your family is the best," She sighs into a smile

You clean up the dishes and set up everything for the cupcakes.

"You sure are eager for these cupcakes," She comes over

"Well, I just wanted you to be ready to jump into baking as soon as you felt ready to," You chuckle

"I can quickly set up," She begins finding the ingredients

"I would like to feel helpful as my culinary artist girlfriend creates art," You say

"I wouldn't call myself a culinary artist," She says

"Don't be so modest," You say, leaning down

You rest your head on her shoulder as she mixes the dry ingredients together.

"I'm not being modest, I'm being real," She says, mixing an egg into the dry ingredients

"Never doubt yourself," You say

You wrap your arms around her hips.

"Easy for you to say, you're a drummer to the now-popular band," Bridget chuckles

"Well, every band starts out with doubts of how successful we were at the beginning," You confess, "Part of me wanted to leave out of fear that it wasn't going to skyrocket."

"But look at you now," She says, adding the food coloring to the frosting

You begin putting the cupcake wrappers into the cupcake tin as she walks over to add red food coloring to white frosting to make different hades of pink.

You reach over and press play on her phone.

She wears Short skirts

I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain

And she's in the bleachers

Dreaming 'bout the day When you wake up and find out What you're looking for has been here the whole time-

You hum along as you grab the batter and fill the wrappers.

"If I can confess an embarrassing memory, I would listen to this song whenever I thought about you," You chuckle

"Awww you did?" Bridget looks at you

"Aaaaaand I regret telling you already," You joke

You see Bridget coming over from the corner of your eye and rise onto her tip toes to give you a cheek kiss.

"It was to remind myself that you were cheer captain and I was someone who basically didn't exist," You also confess, "But, nonetheless, the crush was all the same."

"Can I tell you something too?" She asks, resting her chin on your shoulder

You turn your head.

"I had a crush on you too," She says

"Since when?" You ask, filling the final cupcake wrapper with batter

"Ever since I was confident enough to approach you after that one night after a football game," She says

You stop...

That long ago?....

"If... Uh... You had a crush on me that long... Why get with James Hook after winter break?" You ask, genuinely

You were hoping that it didn't come off as pissed.

"He's confessed he's had a crush on me for. a long time," She says, "I don't know what compelled me to say 'yes' but... I did..."

"Hmm," You hum, putting the cupcakes into the oven

"Are you... Mad?" She asks

"Why would I be upset about something that happened ages ago?" You ask

"I don't know...." She shrugs, "James was always bent on making me remind you throughout the remaining time in high school."

"Well, like the cliques... I kept to myself in the band room," You say, "Or skipped altogether. Come on, we're past high school bullshit."

"I just feel so bad and..." Her voice trails

"Hey," You coo

You put the batter bowl into the sink and cradle her face into your hands.

"I understand that you feel guilty about the whole ordeal back in high school," You begin, "But, we were young, and dumb back then. Not just you, not just me, not just Hook. All of us. After prom, I really took time to not only spend it with all of my friends, but to just reflect how fast I was just moving along. I really needed time away from everything that was home. In all honesty... I never stopped thinking about you since that day."

Bridget's eyes soften as they begin to well up with tears.

"Come on," You smile, "Let's finish these."

+*+

You and Bridget finish the cupcakes and snack on them. You look over and notice her writing down notes.

"You have to work on an assignment during holiday break?" You ask

*Bridget's POV* "Yeah, this project is a year-long project," You say

"About?" Y/n asks

"Compiling tastes from different recipes and making a whole dish out of it," You explain, "At the end of the year there's going to be a whole potluck final in my master culinary class."

"Oh," She smiles, "That's pretty snazzy. What have you done so far?"

"Oh, I'm doing all sorts of things," You smile

"Okay, back up, is there a limit to how many dishes you can do?" She asks

"Two," You answer

"And how many are you doing?" She asks

"Two," You answer

"You always had a nag for baking and cooking," She sighs into a smile, "What kind of dishes are you doing?"

"A savory and a sweet dish," You answer

"You're so ambitious," She chuckles

"Is that a bad thing?" You ask

"Oh no. Not even in the slightest," She clarifies, "I'm only questioning how much you're making for a single class."

"Well.... It's not just going to be my fellow classmates and the professor," You say, "She's inviting chefs from the top-rated restaurants in the country."

"Oh," Y/n's voice goes up an octave, "That's very... Something."

+*+

*Y/n's POV* You decided to spend the remainder of the weekend with Bridget so she wouldn't feel alone whist her parents were away.

"Thanks for stying with me," Bridget tells you

"Of course," You say

"Are you guys coming out with new music soon?" She asks

"Soon, but we're on holiday break right now," You say

"When's that album release?" She asks

"Mmmmm somewhere in spring," You answer

"Got a working title for it?" She asks

"Hah you sure are chatty," You chuckle

"Just trying to keep conversation," She says

"Are you going away for new years?" You ask

She chuckles as she props her torso up by her elbows, looking down at you.

"Now you're the one asking questions," She smiles

"Just trying to keep conversation," You repeat her words

"Oh, you play dirty," Bridget lowers her upper body

"Who says I like to play clean?" You raise your upper body, smirking

She gasps as you wrap your arm around her hips to keep her in place. Your eyes subtly drift down to her lips. Bridget sighs as she leans down further. Your other hand rests on the other side of her hip, bringing the both of you back down onto her bed.

*Bridget's POV* Your breath shudders as her hand moves under your shirt.

"Don't hesitate to tell me to stop Bridget," She sighs

Her fingers move higher... Ghosting over your nipples.

"Oh my..." You nearly yelp

"It's okay," She coos to you

You twitch as her hands continue exploring the skin underneath your shirt. You gasp when her knee moves underneath you. You couldn't help but smile. Her knee moves again. You purse your lips together, suppressing a moan.

Chapter 11