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#spent all day helping my best friend move into her new flat#and it was really lovely to be able to be there for her and help her unpack and set everything up#bc her bf (one of my other flatmates) is going travelling for a couple of years in march so obvs he's moving out and they're breaking up#which is why SHE had to move out bc she couldn't afford the rent on a double room by herself#and she's only just moved down the hill like literally a five minute walk which is obviously amazing#she's not ages away yk#and she's moved in with our mutual friend which is nice too#but on a selfish note now i'm left behind in a flat with four 20 year old couples#and i'm now the outside friend like i'm the one who has to go home yk rather than being the one in the home#and i'm just dreading being alone so much of the time like cooking dinner alone and coming home from work and being alone etc#and i'm worried as well that in the new flat they'll get really close and i'll be like forgotten about and left behind#and i know this is all catastrophising and mind reading and all those therapy phrases#but it just sucks. it really sucks#i had to walk home in the rain just now up the hill at half 12 at night#and i cried the whole way because it just all sucks so bad#i knoooooow obviously there's worse problems in the world there's people that are dying kim etc etc#but i'm just very sad about it right now. very very sad about it#so it's 1am and i'm going to sleep and i will wake up at 4am for the match and arsenal better fucking pull through for me#goodnight love u all sleep well appreciate the people in ur life x#also i mean two 20 year old couples lol i don't have eight flatmates
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*ŕŠâŠâ§âË snuggles for hire
summary: first years try helping you out with your touch-starved problem type of post: short fics (blurbs?) characters: leona, floyd, jade, vil additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
"Really? That's it?" Ace scoffs.
"So, they haven't been hugged in a while. Okay? Neither has Deuce,"
Deuce glares. It's almost menacing. "That's not true, and you know it! I get lots of hugs every time I visit home!"
"I do, too. But that's just the thing, though, ain't it?" Epel says. "They don't have no home to get hugs from."
The huddle of first years goes quiet. Some days, you become such a part of their world, they forget you're really not from it.
"...Okay, point taken," Ace sighs. "But they have Grim! And he only stinks like, half the time!"
"If memory serves, Grim usually sleeps on the floor..." Epel says. "Poor prefect, all lonely. Now even their sleep is suffering 'cause of it!"
Jack rubs the back of his neck. "It must be tough, not having anything to look forward to,"
Another melancholy silence. Finally, Ace stands, hands on his hips.
"Well, let's do something about it, then. There are tons of boys at this school- one of them should be willing to help,"
It's eight in the morning after another disappointing attempt at rest, and now you can't even sleep in. Damn visitors.
You throw open the front door.
"What? What could you possibly- wh- Leona?"
The housewarden smirks. He looks a little too proud of himself for this early in the morning...
"A little wolfie told me you weren't sleeping well. Lucky for you, that's my specialty. Now, are you gonna let me in, or what?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, letting himself in and making himself comfortable on the couch in the foyer.
He pats the spot next to him.
"Listen..." you say. "I don't know what you heard, but I'm fine."
"Don't be proud. I don't pity you, I just... owe you. Now get your butt over here, yeah?"
Leona isn't so scary when he's asleep. He's more like... the world's largest pillow. Of course, you're at risk of being smothered until you crawl into a better position, but once you're on top, he's surprisingly warm and comfortable.
You can tell you're being watched before you hear anything.
And you think you might just know wh-
"Shrimpyyy!"
For two boys so tall, the tweels are awfully quiet. Especially when it comes to "surprising" you in random places. This time: the hall.
Floyd pulls you into a bone-crushing hug while Jade watches from behind, smiling subtly.
When he finally lets you down, you're dizzy. (Though, at this point, you'll take whatever physical touch you can get).
"Shrimpyyy, why didn't you tell us you were lonely? We had to squeeze it outta Spade," Floyd pouts.
"His face makes fascinating expressions when he's afraid," Jade says, merrily.
Before you can answer, Floyd's already got you under his arm (seriously? Where do they find the strength?) and is heading straight towards the hall of mirrors.
You already know there's no getting out of this one...
Floyd is, unsurprisingly, all over, from leaning his whole body weight against you to lying across your lap, to biting your shoulder (in his sleep...?) Oh, and he drools, too.
Jade sits on your other side, one hand holding yours, the other leafing through an almanac from twenty years ago.
You're almost hesitant to admit just how nice it really is.
"And nothing else has worked?" Vil says, throwing open the door to your bedroom with no regard for a "hello" or, "how are you?"
You blink. "...Hello to you, too. May I ask what you're talking about?"
He storms inside, standing over you with his hands on his hips.
"Just that I overheard Epel Felmier asking my vice housewarden if he would be willing to satisfy your need for physical affection. You've been struggling? With sleep? And you didn't think to come to me, first?"
He almost sounds... offended that you didn't.
"...Well... I wasn't making a big deal about it,"
"So, no teas, no vitamins, no pills- nothing has helped?"
You shake your head. He sighs.
"Perhaps it is purely psychological... very well. Get up. I hope you don't toss and turn much, I'm a light sleeper,"
Vil is completely still when he sleeps. No tossing, no turning, no drooling, no snoring. He also insists on sleeping on his back, you, clinging to his side, and a single arm around you. Just as elegant as when he's awake. He'd be a true sleeping beauty if not for the mumbles of nonsense that come from him every few minutes. You swear you can make out your own name, once or twice or three times...
He is warm nonetheless, and his mumbles and idle stroking of his fingers on your waist is enough to satisfy you for a night of good sleep.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#vil schoenheit x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#floyd leech x reader#jade leech x reader
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Happiness
"Hey! What are you doing?!" he nearly shouts as he quickly rushes to take the bags of groceries from you.
You're eight months pregnant and your husband has been immensely loving, helpful and considerate, but safe to say overbearing at times.
"I just wanted to help." you say sheepishly, a slight pout forming on your lips.
"I've got it." he says, tone harsher than he intended as he grabs the bags without even looking at you, then leaves, thinking nothing of it.
You stomp your feet to the bedroom, well, as well as you can in your state and slam the door behind you.
He's startled at the sound and it dawns on him just now what he has done, "Fuckin' hell." he grumbles under his breath.
He finds you lying down on the bed and walks over to sit beside you.
"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have talked to you that way." he apologizes in a much softer voice.
He places one hand on your waist and the other on your belly, tenderly rubbing soothing circles only for you to pull away and turn your back to him.
His heart shatters in his chest as he stares at you with desperate, apologetic eyes.
And shortly after, he hears the soft sound of your sniffles.
He shuffles on the bed to get closer to you, lightly touching your arm, "Love?" he beckons softly, eyebrows furrowed as he feels truly concerned now.
"Please, lovie. Talk to me." he pleads, fingers gently brushing against your bare arm.
Your hiccupped cry gets louder by the second until youâre full on sobbing as you curl into yourself.
"Fuck! I'm so sorry, love." he apologizes again, feeling more and more desperate and helpless.
He lies down behind you and pulls you closer to him by the waist and his hand rests on your belly.
He murmurs 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' into your hair over and over again, not really knowing what else to do in order to calm you down.
Until suddenly he hears your burst of giggles, not sure if he heard correctly.
"It tickles!" you giggle again as his breath tickles your neck.
He slightly shifts in his place, supporting his weight on his arm and lifting himself up to look at you in surprise of the sudden change in your mood.
You turn your head to look back at him with a lovely smile, making his breath hitch in his throat.
"Yeah?" a mischievous smile forms on his face and his hands move to your sides.
And before you can react, he's tickling you mercilessly.
"Siii!" you whine in between uncontrollable laughter and thrashing your arms around trying to stop him from his brutal tickle attacks as he smirks and laughs at your attempts, enjoying this way more than he should.
Until all of a sudden a loud drawn-out gasp leaves your mouth and he immediately stops, "Fuck! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" he asks in deep concern as his eyes stir around, looking for any sign of damage.
You just take his hand and place it on your belly with no words and at first, he looks confused, but quickly realizes what you meant, his eyes lighting up as he feels your baby's kicks against his palm.
He feels tears prickle the corner of his eyes and can't help but kiss you with such flaming love and fierce devotion that he feels for both of you.
And you spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, feeling your baby's kicks with pure happiness in your hearts and he soothingly rubs your belly and kisses you when you whine in pain.
#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#cod x reader#ghost x reader#cod fanfic#ghost cod#cod ghost#ghost call of duty#call of duty#cod mw2#cod#mw2#cod modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty x reader
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#i'm very pro danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons previous installments
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The next day, the body was back.
The green was gone from its eyes, but the awareness wasn't; it spent about an hour watching people go around outside Danny's apartment, which was new behavior. None of the corpses that shadowed him had shown any interest in garden-variety humans before. Now it sat at the window and watched families come home from school or head to their afternoon shifts.
That went into Danny's notes.
After that hour, it taught itself to flush the toilet repeatedly, rearranged the contents of Danny's half-assed linen closet (again) and then stood hovering over the safe where Danny had stashed the ectoplasm.
"...Okay," said Danny.
The dead body croaked. It was a new sound, but there was no context for it. Danny just kind of...wrote it down and hoped for the best.
The day after, Danny woke up at a very reasonable ten forty eight in the morning to find stray corpses feeding each other spoonfuls of ectoplasm in the kitchen.
At that point he kind of had to throw out the notes on how much each one was dosed with, because what the fuck.
"Really?!" Danny shouted, spooking the bodies into fleeing behind chairs and doors and back into his closet again. The only one that didn't flee was Danny's ringmaster corpse of the hour, of course. "You really couldn't wait??"
It stuck out a withered black tongue out at the mortician, who was, really, the victim in all of this. A victim to his parents' whims and a victim to the dead people who followed him around all the time.
This was how Danny found out that, when it doubt, the corpses could just tear through solid steel if they were motivated enough. The finger-marks were so deep and so embedded that they actually looked more like rough claws in the metal.
Great.
Danny ordered a new locking cage for the fridge on Prime and darted off to work. One of his regulars was on the table, though, so Danny just ended up doing what he would have at homeâ sewing up a gash in its neck and reattaching dead fingers back onto dead stumps.
On the third day, in which four of Danny's frequent fliers had learned from the first how to flush the toilet (and therefore raise the water bill immensely) Danny got a ring from a dark voice he (almost) recognized.
"Is he here?"
Danny squinted, jerking the phone further under his ear as he whipped up some scrambled eggs. The dead girl leaning over his shoulder leaned a little closer to watch the egg froth up. "Is who here? Who is this?"
"This is Batman. Isâ the body requisitioned from your facility currently at your place of residence?"
Danny fully let go of the whisk. It landed haphazardly in the glass bowl he'd been stirring in. "What on Earth is a Batman?" he asked, incredulous.
"I visited your workplace previously."
Oh! "Yeah, the cop's friend. I remember now." Danny pulled the whisk out of the liquid eggs and held it out to the body. The unusually animate cadaver mostly prodded the whisk wires and paid no attention to him. "No one's here but me, though. Not that it's your business...?"
"And there are no non-living bodies currently in your apartment?"
Danny ignored the flushing noise in the other room. "I don't know, dude. They practically live in the walls at this point. Don't come over unless you have a warrant."
The call ended with a click.
His omelette turned out amazing, by the way. In case you were wondering.
On the fourth day, the ectoplasm was gone, because the corpses had apparently all taught each other how to lockpick the container in the fridge.
"Okay, some of that was meant to be my dinner. No more lotion at the funeral home now, okay? Now you all can be ashy forever. I'm so serious," Danny complained to the only visible dead person in the room.
The dead person held up a cracked egg. It was probably a gesture of peace, but now there was egg on his vinyl flooring to deal with. And. It wasn't exactly all that comforting in the end.
On the fifth day, Danny awoke to the sensation of a hand jamming itself through his neck until it punched into the mattress beneath him.
Fuck.
#dp x dc#I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons#could absolutely be an excuse for#talon!dick#talons#faer fic#dpxdc#dcxdp#death tw#well. the funeral industry anyway#medical tw#corpse tw#dead people#dcu crossover#the original post is free to a good home but I'm just chugging along here
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ËËËđď¸crayons and connections
pairing: prohero!katsuki x nanny!reader
summary: after a harsh relationship he really didn't want another try at romance for a while. at least, not until he hired you. he thought he loved the way you cared for his kids, but you both knew it was something more.
tags: fem!reader, domestic au, use of pet names, no proofread, fluff, cursing, taking care of kids, a millisecond of angst i swear trust me, comfort
(a/n: i couldn't get this au out of my headdd)
wc: ~3k
katsuki was honestly sick of his wife.
she would nag him constantly, asking for his cards and attention without ever asking about him or how he was doing. everything was an argument now, most of their nights would eventually end up with him on the couch.
the only lights of his life were his newborn son and one year old daughter. he had adopted the 'staying for the kids' mindset, but her skipping out on their shared daughter's first birthday was his breaking point.
who knew 'i want a divorce' would be the happiest words he'd ever uttered such far? watching her cry and swear she'd be better feeding the hole of despair that had opened over their three year relationship, that had only really blossomed because she got pregnant.
he had made her sign a prenup, thankfully, so he got to keep the house. with a payment and some paperwork he was left with full custody of his kids in his house, to sleep in his bed for the first time in ages.
well, only because he hired you.
it was only natural that he needed a nanny, i mean he was gone for most of the day patrols. after taking some in for interviews, he eventually landed on you after some hours of questioning.
he was exhausted, some of these hags were terrifying, both in their practices and appearances. he relaxed a bit at the sight of you. you were really pretty.
"hi mr-- um bakugo was it?"
you and no idea who he was? it kind of hurt but would end up working out in his favor.
"yeah, just katsuki's fine."
"oh, okay! i'm [name], uh-- i have a couple years experience for babysitting and i worked as a nanny for some other families too--"
as you rambled about your past experience and why you were good for the job, katsuki's mind went elsewhere. you looked breathtaking just speaking there, he swore your hair was flowing in the wind and that the sun shone brighter around you.
not to mention you were really sweet, he had saw you making small talk to the hags earlier, which meant you really were a saint.
"so uh-- yeah that's all about me... uh, hello?"
"oh! yes? that was all really impressive [name]. so, would you be available from eight in the morning to about ten at night? those are my current patrol hours, and obviously you'd be compensated for this trial."
"yes, that's perfect for me! when can i start?"
"uh.. tomorrow?"
"okay!" you stuck out your hand, a small smile on your lips. "nice to meet you katsuki."
he shook your hand firmly and you bowed before leaving.
the next day you arrived earlier than anticipated, he was suited up in his heroes outfit, relishing in the moments where his kids were still asleep.
he heard a knock at the door and opened it. it was you, a tiny purse behind you. "hi katsuki! woah wait a minute.. are you like a hero?"
he shrugged his arms. "yeah, you know only like top three, nothing big."
he saw your eyes widen. "oh wow! sorry for not recognizing you, i don't really keep up with all that stuff-- but im sure you're really strong!"
he nodded, "hell yeah i am. anyways, come in."
you were greeted by a large family home. you were sure your apartment was the size of the kitchen alone. huge halls and grand staircases filled the space, lavish chandeliers all shaped as explosions hung from the ceiling. not to mention the crazy amount of trophies displayed.
the rocking chairs and baby blankets scattered about were seriously out of place, making you giggle a bit.
when he looked back at you, you immediately slapped your hand over your face. "something funny?"
"no, no it's just-- your house is so nice!"
"thank you? anyways, i'll take you up to their rooms now."
you followed behind him, even his kids had huge rooms. you were super kind of jealous.
he opened the door and waved you over to see a small, adorable baby boy sleeping in a cot. "this is kei, he's only eight months." he whispered. "he fusses a lot, but he loves music."
he closed the door slowly behind, and walked to the room straight across. a tiny toddler laid in a princess bed, the room drowning in all things pink. "this is kioko, she's a handful. she turned two a bit ago." he whispered, closing the door behind him to give you a basic rundown of the schedule.
"so, they normally wake up around eight. there's a lot of formula for kei in the kitchen, and kioko just likes cereal. kioko can and will play all day, but kei gets real sleepy."
you nodded along making mental notes of everything.
"they eat lunch around three, but a snack before then is fine. dinner is at seven and they go to sleep at eight."
"okay, i think i got it."
he nodded. "i think you do too. there's extra keys in the counter by the door. call my assistants if there are any emergencies, i wrote the number on the fridge."
you nodded again, "kay, i got it. you get going though, it's already eight twenty!"
"fuck. okay, i'll see you later."
"bye katsuki."
the door closed behind him and you were alone. you decided to start prepping a bottle. just as you finished, you heard the wails of a baby ring throughout the halls.
you walked up to the cot, speaking softly. "hi kei, i'm [name]." as you picked him up, he gurgled in confusion. "i'll be taking care of you from now on, let's go eat."
you kept him in your arms. he was looking up at you curiously, making you smile as he touched your face. as you walked to his sister's room, where sure enough she was awake too.
"hi kioko, im [name]. i'll be taking care of you, okay?" you said, reaching out a hand for her to shake it.
she grasped your hand. "okay. go eat?"
"yes, let's go eat. follow me, okay?" she followed after you sleepily, her blanket and stuffed animal in her arms as you led her to the kitchen.
you placed her brother in a high chair first, giving him his formula. "can i pick you up?" you asked her.
"up-up!" she said, raising her arms up in the air. you carried and placed her into one too. "so, what do you wanna eat?"
"cookie!" she pointed to an expensive cereal brand you'd never even seen before. "oh, okay."
you placed a bit in a tiny bowl, adding some milk. they ate relatively peacefully, were they really as crazy as katsuki said?
yes, yes they were. kioko was a ball of energy, walking any and everywhere. she wanted to play every single game known to mankind. it didn't help that hide and seek was hard in such a huge house.
kei clung to you. as you searched for her he never wanted to leave your side, he'd start sniffling when you even left his sight.
lunch and dinner were a blur, you made the food katsuki had told you to on the sticky notes he'd left around. you had a bit too, and man did these kids eat good.
kioko finally crashed, tugging on the back of your pants. "sleepy time." you were washing dishes, so you wiped your hand clean to ruffle her hair. "okay, go wait for me in your room."
you finished up, picked up kei from where he was sat by his activity cube, and walked over to kioko's room.
you read her a book, 'the giving tree.' she fell asleep halfway through, utterly tuckered out from the day. kei fell asleep against your chest, you went and laid him down in his cot.
you looked around the house, seeing the mess. you sighed. "let's do this."
the house was sparkling once you were done, a pot of coffee on the stove as you waited for katsuki to get back. you seriously didn't know how you were going to go back your one-bed apartment now that you've seen how the rich live.
the door sounded, it was katsuki. "hi katsuki! how was uh-- patrol?"
he was covered in soot and dirt from head to toe. you internally sobbed at your hours of mopping going to waste. "oh uh, it was good. caught some guys and shit."
"ah, that's cool!"
he looked around. "did my brats cause you any trouble?" he eyed how clean everything was, from the dishes to the floor.
"they're full of energy, but so cute it makes up for it."
he wore a soft smile. "yeah, they really are."
"you know, they both look exactly like you. it's cute."
he flushed slightly, "yeah?"
"mhm, oh! i had leftovers from earlier? if you wanted some."
"yeah, i'll eat them." she smiled and started to grab her things. "so, does this mean i pass?"
he smiled too. "yes,
yes you did."
days melted into months of your routine with kei and kioko. some days katsuki would come home early, letting you play games all together. you'd cook with him sometimes too, laughing at how precise he was about it.
everything got a bit real the second kei spoke his first word to you.
"mama."
you and kioko got so excited, recording a clip to send it to katsuki immediately.
the entire day you were so happy, treating the kids to a secret extra snack, and letting them beat their favorite baby popcorn.
a knock on the door was heard, you were feeding kei so you walked over to the door with him in hand. you thought it was odd, why would katsuki knock?
except it wasn't him, it was some woman. "uh.. who are you?"
"oh, so he thinks he can replace me so quickly? newsflash, bitch, i'm his ex wife."
"can you not curse in front of the kids?"
"i'll do whatever the fuck i want. you know why? because i'm actually connected to those kids. you're just playing mother, he'll dump you eventually."
she slammed the door behind her. "star her mama?" kioko asked behind you.
"yeah, stranger."
you had gotten a bit weird after that, acting weird about affection and things surrounding it. you didn't know why, but she really did make you question your role in their lives.
you weren't a mother, you were a nanny.
katsuki finally got fed up with your new, odd attitude. he questioned you with a look in his eye.
"why you been acting so weird?" he asked, his mouth full with food.
"huh? i don't know what you mean?"
he pointed his chopsticks at you. "you've been acting all weird 'round 'em. you don't like that they call you mom or something?"
"no! it's just.. don't you think it's weird?"
"no. i'm happy that they like you so much."
"you don't think i'm trying to replace their mom?"
"they never really had one in the first place. she was never around, so if she said some shit to you know she wasn't half the person you are."
"oh.."
"so she did come."
"yeah. she did."
"[name]. you are ten times the person she ever was. you're perfect without trying. actually, you do try. and that's why..
that's why we all love you."
you both turned red, which made you laugh. "thank you katsuki."
you reached out and held his hand.
"seriously, thank you."
he put a restraining order on his ex the next day, also going to get flowers for you as it was his day off.
you'd started to sleep over after that, the affection between the two of you growing gradually.
he gifted you a room in the house, fully furnished with about ten thousand dollars left in one of the drawers so 'you could decorate for yourself.'
that room went mostly unused though, as most nights you'd end up cuddled with katsuki in his bed.
the fridge was filled to the brim with photos by kioko, who'd love to draw all four of you as one big family.
katsuki even asked her for a small one, one that he now keeps in the back of his phone case for good luck.
he asked you out officially with kioko's help, her unwanted help that is.
she snuck out after bedtime where he was speaking to you on the couch, you in his arms as he was mustering up his courage--
"pleaseeee have a play date with daddy, pleasee?" she said, using her puppy eyes.
"we all love you a lot, but he loves you this much!" she spread out her arms to make a point, making you laugh.
"okay! okay, i already said yes kioko. go to sleep, okay?"
"yay!" she ran up to her room and you heard the door close.
"so.. about our playdate?"
he took you out to a fancy dinner of your choice, telling you to order whatever you'd like. his mom was babysitting so you two could relax.
he'd learned a lot about you from his kids, your favorite color, the music you liked, the way you like your eggs, but it was different to hear it from you.
he thought you were so gorgeous and kind, so sweet to him and the lights of his life. who was he kidding? over the last year you'd become a pillar of his life.
he enjoyed going home knowing you were there with his kids, you were there to hear about his stresses and support him.
he was happy to support you, to let you stay in his house. to let him pay for things for you, to let him make you smile.
one 'playdate' turned into multiple, you went out every other week.
he knew he had to do something, a grand gesture to show you just how much he loved you, how he wanted to continue building this perfect family of his forever.
he knew how much you treasured the opinions of his kids, he loved that about you.
so, he got them in on it. kioko and kei each held a gift for you, one of your favorite flowers and the other of your favorite perfumes.
you were at a seriously gorgeous park, streams the only noise you could hear for miles. you saw your two favorite kids sitting on the picnic blanket.
"kioko, kei?"
"mommy!" they ran up to you, kei handing you the bouquet of roses, and kioko handing you a vial of perfume.
"aw, thank you you two. where's your dad?"
"hes waiting for you! come come!"
"come!"
they guide you to a secluded area, with a natural arch of overgrown vines, where katsuki is waiting for you.
"katsuki?"
"[name]."
"what's all of this for?"
"you." he took your hands into his, looking deeply into you.
"you're important to me. you've.. you've become the thing i was missing. the thing i searched for in other people.
and, you've become that to the people i care about the most too.
so,"
he got down on one knee infront of you.
"will you marry me?"
the word yes escaped you before you even realized it. you tackled him into a hug, which prompted kei and kioko to join in.
everything was just so sweet from then on.
kioko was the flower girl at your wedding, kei was the ring holder.
your first kiss shared under the altar was magical, the memory of it forever engrained in your memories, and in your lips.
your honeymoon was bittersweet, as you missed your two headaches. but you and katsuki also enjoyed the private time alone with eachother, embracing and finding comfort in eachother's presence.
when you got home though, your picturesque family was about to have a new addition,
you were pregnant.
whilst everyone was debating whether or not you'd have a boy or girl, to everyone's surprise once you and katsuki cut the slice of cake open..
it had both colors.
you we're having twins.
as you looked over at katsuki, a shocked expression on his face, all you could do was laugh.
laugh because you couldn't have ever imagined a life this perfect for you.
but it was a wax-drawn line of fate that led you to katsuki,
and you'd always be thankful for it.
tag: @kovu-bunnbunn
#i love this au isjsjsjdjd#lilac speaksę§#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo#bakugo x y/n#bakugo katuski#bakugo x you#bakugo fluff#katsuki x you#bakugo drabble#mha x you#bakugo oneshot#katsuki x reader#katsuki x y/n#katsuki bakugo mha#nanny!reader#prohero!bakugo
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four seven eight, phase 3 (1)
pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 9k
glimpse: jungkook's secure when it comes to being a husband and a dad, knowing that he grew to love being both after everything you've been through. what he isn't so secure about is the possibility that it's everything he'll ever be.
alternatively, jungkook pursues his dream of making a film, even if it means making your rival his main lead behind your back.
[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale â complete series masterlist, from phase 1 to 3 ]
[ the return of 478jk (derogatory), major angst, fluff, the weight of devotion except jk's mean this time, flashbacks to phase 1 (im so sorry), the both of them r in an identity crisis, The Return of yoongi, yearning and the ache of unfulfillment all over, eventual redemption ]
notes: FINALLYYYYYY after a long wait, phase three is finally here :-) the og era of 478 is a time i'll truly never forget so now that i'm putting them in Several Inconveniences again, i look forward to creating another era with u citizens!!! mwah thank u love yew
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!
Jungkook likes to be needed.
He likes to be needed fully, sometimes even all at once to the point that every mention of his name makes him think that his assistance is needed. He wants to be needed like the way you rummage through your old film canisters that you dumped in a large drawer just to retrieve a specific picture of him; needed like the way you sigh in relief when you find said roll.
Jungkook wants you to seek him in a crowd, past all the banners of your name from your fans and lanyards of your staff, and ask specifically him for a cold water bottle he keeps in his bag for you. As a matter of fact, he wouldnât even mind if you ask it from him indiscreetly â he wants to be needed, even if neither of you are alone with each other.
Heâs used to the feeling of being needed because itâs practically routine for him. The way Jungkook loves you has changed and evolved (needlessly to say for the better) through the years, and although he tries to look for the balance in it all, thereâs a tiny, tiny part of him that wonders what wouldâve happened if neither of you changed.
Itâs perhaps the change in seasons, or maybe itâs the build-up of the stupid little things Jungkookâs seen recently; one of those things happen to be a ridiculously long thread by your fan, who happens to also be a fan of Yoongi, assuming that your marriage with J*ngkook (thatâs exactly how they typed his name out) is ending, hence your recent collaboration on a brand deal. Jungkook, of course, has half the mind to go on his secret stan account and snark at said poster before reporting, but even then, thereâs an itch in his mind that he canât scratch.
Whatever weather it is outside nowadays or whichever stupid little thing pisses him off online, Jungkook canât shake off the nagging question of what if in his mind.
When Jungkook cleans your water bottle every night for you to take to set the next day, he wonders if the two of you would still be together if only he didnât rush to your place by the exact second your month-long break ended, right when he takes off the rubber from the cap to clean the ridges thoroughly.
When he blowdries your hair (even if you tell him not to bother) after you begrudgingly take a shower because you canât sleep in bed after going outside and not washing up the second you come home, he wonders if you wouldâve kept loving him even if the very incident with Sora didnât push him to change, right when he sees you close your eyes while his hands scratch your scalp.
When Jungkook sounds out syllables to Hwayoung and tries his very best not to baby-talk her (he canât help it sometimes) as he recounts his day to the toddler, he wonders if you wouldâve even had a daughter with him if he stayed the same silent lover that he used to be, right when she parrots your name back to him with a smile.
âYoung-ieâs probably starting to need me less and less,â he sighs to you with a pout, eyebrows knitted in concern as he gives you his rookie version of a blowout heâs still trying to perfect. Jungkook canât flick his wrist the way professional hairstylists do, just in the same way you canât pick up why heâs brought up the thought out of nowhere.
âHow could you say that? Sheâs the biggest daddyâs girl ever,â you chuckle, placating him with the truth despite your initial confusion. If you werenât fully awake awhile ago, you certainly are now â mostly because Jungkook springs up an unbelievable idea, and partly because whenever he tugs the brush at your hair, your whole head comes along with it.
âNot really. More like biggest mommyâs girl, you mean,â he defensively scoffs, apologizing quickly when he hears you wince at a particular experimental tug he does on your ends.
âShould we wake her up right now and let her decide?â you murmur, your eyes locking with his on the mirror.
Jungkook, at his most comfortable state, wearing ratty oversized pajamas and glasses on his face that heâs yet to update the prescription on, has never felt more competitive in his life.
âWell we could-âŚâ
âI was joking,â you deadpan, the silence between the two of you getting long enough to the point that you suddenly find yourself laughing, effectively getting Jungkook out of his daze.
â⌠I knew that.â
You may have had an inkling about Jungkook feeling slightly off before in the past weeks, but all it took was his random, unprompted question tonight for you to solidify that seed of concern in your chest.
Jungkook likes to be needed, even if he canât say the same that you need him as much as he thinks you do. He thinks itâs a perfectly rational feeling to want to be needed by both your wife and your daughter, and although heâs not as receptive to being needed as much by anyone other than his family, the feeling still stays the same.
He has all the time in the world. Youâve enabled him to do so even if heâs the one mainly looking after Hwayoung while you worked, but despite that, Jungkook doesnât feel needed enough.
Thereâs an itch in his mind that he canât scratch with neither your constant affection nor Hwayoungâs grabby hands. Thereâs an unplaceable, agitating urge in Jungkookâs chest to put a pause on everything and be back to who and what he used to be, despite your affirmation that he is needed.
Thereâs that tick going on in Jungkookâs brain that amplifies everything he does to seem wrong; that makes him grumpy when he wakes up to prepare you breakfast whenever you had early shoots, that makes him purse his lips when his daughter asks him to watch the same movie with her for the third time in the week.
All of the uneasiness in him, however, disappears when Namjoon, the acclaimed screenwriter that he has for a friend (whom he actually met through you), calls him up with an offer that Jungkook canât refuse.
Itâs an offer that releases the ache from his bones, makes him want to blowdry your hair better, and watch the same movie over and over again with his daughter â but Jungkook postpones saying it to you when you come home and want nothing more than to be in his arms, and for Hwayoung to be in yours.
( ⥠)
Jungkook could wait more.
He convinces himself that he can because although thereâs a date set for the short film that Namjoonâs pitched for him to produce, it hasnât grown yet to become the unstoppable force against Jungkookâs immovable object: family.
He knows he needs to tell you eventually and that heâs not really asking for permission in the first place, but thereâs a sense of guilt in him whenever the thought of breaking the news to you comes into mind. Heâs not nervous per se because he knows youâre as supportive of him, if not more, like he is with you.
It just happens that itâs within the fine details that Jungkook truly feels hesitant to tell you that he has to leave for awhile.
Jungkook could wait more, and although that means he has to deal with the occasional voice in his head telling him that lying to you (even under the guise of protecting you) has the capacity to bite back at him, he manages. He swallows down the words whenever you unintentionally give him an opening to tell you about the news of him going abroad, and just settles for holding your hand.
He could wait more because telling you now wouldnât be the right time, now when youâre on your day-off as youâre close to wrapping up your current project before moving to the bigger, more exhausting one; not now when you have a time of reprieve to spend with your family before taking on the biggest project of your career to date.
Jungkook hums to himself as he looks down on Hwayoung who has a tiny shopping cart to herself, her strikingly round eyes that she got from him (Hwayoung looks more like him the older she gets) looking up to his own.
âHi, pretty girl,â he lulls, mumbling loudly enough for only her to hear. âYouâd understand if appa left for awhile, right?â
âLeft?â she questions, holding up her left hand at the mention yet she reels at his query, brows furrowing as she seems to digest the question. âWhy?â
âYup. Thatâs your left. Good job, baby,â Jungkook praises, the knot in his throat growing when he looks to his daughter who looks confused at the sudden query, again, that came out of nowhere. âYou would, wonât you?â
Hwayoung hums because she doesnât quite understand, but thatâs the thing that Jungkook fears most â sheâs young and smart and although he wants to use those facts to his advantage, he realizes that Hwayoung being the age that she is in now could also prove him to be dispensable.
Jungkook likes being needed, but heâs much too afraid of the possibility that Hwayoung wonât even recall him as soon as he leaves.
Your husbandâs snapped out of his reverie when you go downstairs with a skip in your step, the tell-tale mischievous tone to your voice already predicting that Hwayoung would make the two of you chase after her in the backyard all day. âWhat are the two of you plotting again?â you ask playfully, hands on your hips as Jungkook chuckles at the sight of his two girls.
âNothing!â Hwayoung giggles, the word slipping out of her seamlessly as she even shakes her hands fervently, accustomed to what you mean exactly with your tone of voice. Sheâs young and bright and you see so much of Jungkook in her, even if Jungkook would argue otherwise.
Jungkookâs dazed this morning with the way his gaze locks in from far away, his bottom lip bit between his teeth more often than not as if heâs always at war with himself.
âYou okay, Kook?â
âMhmm. Couldnât be better,â he hums half-heartedly, his lips grazing your temple as he guides you to sit down on the carpet with him. âYou finally slept for more than eight hours. Thatâs good,â he says as an afterthought, the pauses in between his words growing in distance as his gaze is fixated on everything but you.
Jungkook looks at your daughter whoâs now pushing Miso around the house in her shopping cart, and while your cat (whoâs always seemed to hate your husband) looks more than pleased at being played with, she meows to Jungkook and only at him with a hiss at the end of her spiel as if in warning â as if Jungkook is guilty of something that only the two of them know about.
Almost as if out of everyone in the room, itâs only your cat who knows that Jungkookâs lying.
Jungkook can wait, but heâs certain that he canât wait any longer because if his brain is unoccupied for long enough, heâll start to hear Miso cursing at him through her yowls.
âHwayoung doesnât look like she needs you any less,â you say gently, your line of sight following Jungkookâs as he tenses at your words.
âOh,â he sighs, jaw grinding down to a halt. âRight."
Your words seemingly came out of nowhere, even if the both of you know deep down that theyâre influenced by his impulsive thoughts from last week.
âYou can say the same for me,â you add, not as an afterthought, but as a lesser-known fact that Jungkook seems to forget every now and then.
Thereâs a weight in his chest because all of a sudden, Jungkook canât wait anymore. The itch in his mind has already been scratched too much that it had already bled and scabbed.
Thereâs a weight in his chest that reminds him he canât wait anymore, because in hindsight, the weight of him and everything that comes with him settles on his shoulders.
Maybe, Jungkook doesnât want to be needed as much.
( ⥠)
Jungkook drops the news on you while youâre folding laundry.
He was meant to go for sincere but the way the words leave him, right when youâre in the middle of folding Hwayoungâs pajamas that sheâs about to overgrow in the soonest, it sounds as if heâs been dying to tell you; now that he has, he sounds beyond relieved.
âNamjoon offered me a script,â he announces, taking the pajamas from you to put in his pile as he sees your eyes widen, the remnants of the heavy mascara they used on you on set awhile ago highlighting your surprise. âHe wants me to produce.â
âWhat?â you punctuate, tilting your head as you try to make sense of what Jungkookâs saying. You know heâs speaking and youâre familiar with said words; you just never expected for them to be compacted in the same sentence, meaning the way that he makes it out to be. âKim Namjoon, as in the producer for In Terms of Eternity?â
He chirps at that, posture straightening as he tries to jog your memory. âYeah. Youâve worked with him before and introduced us, then turns out Jinâs also a friend of his and-âŚ"
âI mean I know Namjoon and that youâre friends with him, Jungkook,â you interrupt, trying to reel yourself in as youâve lost your focus trying to fold Hwayoungâs clothes and talk to your husband at the same time. âBut I didnât know you were that close for him to ask you to produce something for him.â
Jungkook doesnât completely crash from the high heâs in over finally telling you the news, but thereâs that spike that flashes briefly over his face, the frown on his lips letting on more than he shows.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?"
You sigh at the impossible position the both of you are in, the words that try to line themselves up in your temple being no match to the way they translate out-loud. âIt means nothing. Iâm just⌠surprised that heâd ask you to be a producer for his script, thatâs all. It came out of nowhere.â
Jungkook recoils at that, a stubborn brow raised as he tries to keep his composure. âBecause you donât think Iâm capable of being a producer?â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â you inhale sharply, gripping a random article of Hwayoungâs clothing beside you to pace yourself. âNamjoonâs.. big. Heâs established, and well, youâve never become a producer before.â
âAnd you have?â Jungkook digs, even if itâs unnecessary to do so, and the way his face falls at the forthcoming regret that creeps up to him lets you know that he thinks so too.
âJungkook,â you try again, quirking your lips to the side as you try to manage with the pace heâs set you up on. âIâm just surprised, thatâs all. This is all new to me. All new to you, even. If anything, itâs nice that Namjoon trusts you a lot.
âHe does. Weâre close,â he nods, clearing his throat as he feels that the both of you could move on to the other phase of the news you had interrupted him at. âAs a matter of fact, weâre taking it on a global scale.â
Jungkook doesnât get why your face falls.
He doesnât get why your shoulders rise and fall, not in relief, but out of controlled tension that threatens to pour over.
âWhat?â
âThe script. The film,â he smiles, trying to get you to finish his sentence and connect the dots together but to no avail. âItâs⌠itâs â we have to film in the US for a few months.â
âWhat?â you repeat, the knot in your throat tangling up more and more hesitance in you the longer it stays there.
âI said, we have to-âŚâ
âNo, I heard what you said,â you interrupt, jaw clenching tightly as you try to grasp everything Jungkook has said.
You donât get why Jungkookâs smiling.
You donât get why heâs completely at ease and only in confusion as he sees you piece everything out.
âThen whatâs the matter?â
âKook, all of this is new. Everything youâve just said is and will be new,â you chuckle humorlessly, running your hand through your hair in frustration as you try to relax. âIâm happy for you, believe me, but Jungkook, what youâre saying is serious. Itâs a lot to take in,â you pause, eyes wide as you repeat the words to yourself. âYou. Producing. In the US, of all places, a-and for months.â
Thereâs not one exact emotion that runs through you because the longer that Jungkook looks at you, ecstatic, while youâre weighing what heâs just said like a bag of bricks â you feel even more conflicted.
Your husband wrings his hands together, nervously smiling at you as if heâs asking for permission, but the both of you know that his mindâs already set. He thinks the opportunity of producing a short film thatâs been drafted by his friend is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, eager to take off even if heâs had no experience at all in the industry.
âI donât know, baby. Itâs just been so long since I got this excited and alive, yâknow? Itâs a nice change of pace and I get to do something nice-âŚâ
âIsnât being with your daughter nice?â you ask abruptly, unable to mask the conflict thatâs been brewing in your mind ever since Jungkook pulled you aside to talk. You feel hesitant; disconnected even from wrapping your head around his wording.
Even convincing yourself that youâre just spent from working sunrise to sundown doesnât work. No matter how hard you try, Jungkookâs tone remains as is.
âY/N,â he sighs, lips in a tight line as he screws his eyes shut. âDonât start.â
âIâm not starting anything, Jungkook,â you grit, crossing your arms in defense. You feel guarded more than ever, not because youâre the one whom heâs pertaining to, but because your Hwayoung is involved and you wonât sit around for it. âItâs just that when you put it like that, it sounds like taking care of Hwayoung is a chore.â
You used to be sure awhile ago that you were seeing double because in between memorizing scripts and going from schedule to schedule without any time to rest in between, youâve been worried sick because Jungkook hadnât texted you the whole day. You were shocked enough to come home to your daughter playing by herself downstairs (with Miso watching her the whole time), even more-so when you saw Jungkook engrossed in a highly-enthusiastic phone call.
Jungkook sighs as if talking to you completely exhausts him, pinching his nosebridge before muttering under his breath. âLike youâre one to talk.â
âExcuse me?â you blink in surprise, tilting your head in sheer confusion. Youâre about to shrug it off but he does that thing again, the one where he almost rolls his eyes at you but realizes it at the last minute.
âNothing.â
âSay that again, Jungkook.â
âMy god,â Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly, sucking in a rushed breath. He looks straight at you when he gives his grievance. âIâm just saying! Why do you get to live out your dream but I donât?â
âThis is my job,â you bite back instantly, the second it took for you to digest his words being enough time for him to groan again. âIf it were up to me, do you think Iâd work six days a week? Do you not know how much it kills me to stay away from my family?â
Youâre at a loss for words, the tiny bit of insecurity you have being dug up once again. You feel guilty because you actually donât â you know to yourself that you still dedicate so much of yourself to Jungkook and Hwayoung even if you work full-time.
Jungkook chokes up a laugh in front of your face.
âThen quit your dream if youâre so miserable.â
Your jaw clenches quickly in annoyance, unable to retain the disbelief that builds up in your chest. âMy dream is my job! Itâs why weâre living this life in the first place, Jungkook! Your dream is this project that was pitched to you like what, two weeks ago?â
âCan I not live my life the way that I want to?â he asks exaggeratedly, eyes wide in defense. âWhy am I only your husband and why am I only Hwayoungâs dad? Why canât I go to the US a-and try things out? Why canât I be free from all this even for just a while?â
Your mouth falls apart at that, your moment of shock simultaneously being Jungkookâs instance for guilty. He wants to reel it in right then and there, but the small part of his pride grows to hold him back.
âDo we hold you back that much?â you whisper, the headache that has been building in your head since this morning shrinking to the size of Jungkookâs words. âWhat are you getting so angry for? Iâm not saying no. Iâm asking you why youâre so hellbent on suddenly leaving to do this.â
A large part of you, if not all, feels more disappointed than angry. Hwayoung has not and should never be an afterthought for the both of you yet Jungkook brings her up with you like mere variables.
You can grasp the fact that being a parent is a full-time job like yours yet what you canât get a hold of is your husbandâs apprehension; his sudden need of pursuing something beyond your family.
âBecause Iâm scared, Y/N,â Jungkook whispers, exhaling heavily. âIâm scared that this is all what life could ever be for me.â
Itâs only when youâre completely silent that he comes back to the severity of his words, the tension thatâs been building up in him breaking the moment that you break eye contact with him.
âIâm sorry for being your wife.â
âBaby, thatâs not-âŚâ Jungkook tries to correct himself, hot on your heels as you get up from your seat on the couch. Youâre not even speeding up yet he catches you just as urgently, the hold he has on your arm doing little to put you at ease.
âAnd Iâm sorry for making you a dad.â
âY/N, sweetheart, Iâm-âŚâ
âYou should do this project if you really want to,â you quip, back still turned to him as you enter the bedroom. Jungkook noticeably stops in his tracks, the furrow in his brows fading because youâve put him on whiplash.
âWhat?â
âYouâve held down the fort while I was out being the breadwinner. Itâll be nice for you to do your own thing,â you smile tightly, eager to sleep on the whole thing just so you donât stay hung-up for too long.
âWhat about Hwayoung? What about your film? They want it to be an entry for the Academy, right?â he asks in concern, different from the worry he had awhile ago when he thought you were against him leaving.
You nod, easily shrugging despite the weight on your shoulders. âIâm her mom, of course. Sheâs gonna come first. And for the film, I think I can still do it. Iâll juggle them both if I have to.â
Jungkook nods, eyes set on the floor. He didnât think this far at all.
âDo you want to hire a nanny? I know a friend.â
âIâll pass. I donât trust nannies.â
Thereâs an overwhelming silence that engulfs the both of you, the white noise machine in your nightstand unable to fill it completely. Jungkook looks at the ceiling while you look at Hwayoung whoâs sprawled in the middle of your bed, clutching Miso like a teddy bear â she already fell asleep waiting for the both of you.
âI didnât mean what I said awhile ago, Iâm sorry. It came out the wrong way,â Jungkook apologizes after some time, hand darting out to hold yours while you only hover above your vanity, taking off all of your jewelry except for your wedding ring.
âWhen do you leave?â you ask, still unable to meet his gaze.
âNext week,â he clears his throat. âWhen do you start filming?â
You nod, coming into terms that Jungkook would leave no matter what you say. âNext week.â
Youâre arranging the covers when your husband tries to hold you again, voice strained and rushed. âY/N, I really am sorry. I love being your-âŚâ
âShh,â you interrupt, pursing your lips. âHwayoungâs sleeping.â
( ⥠)
You asked for a day off.
Youâve rarely ever asked for them throughout your entire career because you were built on the mindset that at the end of the day, youâre also an employee no matter what gig you land. Be it the cameos you used to book with Yoongi or the titular characters you take from studio after studio, youâre still the employee who had worked her way up fairly.
You didnât ask for it during that instance when you fell sick after back-to-back shoots because you didnât want to waste anyoneâs time. You didnât ask for it when you woke up with the type of fatigue that settled in your body no matter how hard you closed your eyes or laid your head against the cushions.
Youâve never asked for it for your sake, but youâve asked for a day off now because Jungkookâs leaving for a place you canât come and go to as you wish.
Unlike your house or the hotels you book for him and Hwayoung to be at whenever you have to film out of town, Jungkookâs out of reach. Heâs one call away, granted that your timezones match up and thereâs a connection strong enough for it to continue without a hitch. Heâs far from your grasp and he will be for months on end, and you donât think you can ever stomach working on the same day heâs leaving.
âAre you seeing me off at the airport?â he asks during the car ride, voice audible enough for only you to hear and not Hwayoung whoâs sprawled across both of your laps, sleeping soundly with her plushie that resembled Miso.
âI will, but I donât think I can see you off near the gate. I can only manage up to here,â you answer honestly, willing yourself not to break down even if the both of you are still in the car, away from any prying eyes of the media that lurks outside. âSo can Hwayoung,â you add, a large part of you being grateful that sheâs asleep when Jungkook has to leave so neither of you would hear her cries.
Jungkook sees that hesitance in you, the same kind that softens him into fragments.
âItâll only be for awhile, okay? Just for a few months,â he smiles tightly, rearranging his backpack next to him, the keyring that held Hwayoungâs second-favorite toy (not the ultimate favorite because she wonât ever let him take it) clattering loudly. âI love you,â Jungkook murmurs. âDo you know that?â
âMhmm.â
âSay it back.â
You refuse to do so because saying it back feels finite, perhaps even forced, because although you love Jungkook, saying so at the moment only weighs you down as reality sinks in. âThis is gonna be easy for us, right?"
âItâs not like weâve never been in a similar set-up before,â he shrugs, the pout on his face casual as he tries to level with you.
âBut this is different, Jungkook. This is beyond different. We have Hwayoung and now, weâre both working,â you stammer, chest rising and falling as you wrap your head around everything. âThisâ this isnât Seoul to Jeonju. This isnât a leave by day, come back by night type of trip. This is-âŚâ
âYouâre freaking out,â Jungkook interjects, his soft yet stern voice cutting through your thoughts as he lays a hand on your thigh, the platinum of his wedding band looking right up at you.
You surrender in defeat, not because youâre fighting with your husband, but because thereâs simply no other answer he could ever conjure for you as to why this is happening.
âWhy arenât you? Why am I the only one scared?â you whisper.
âYouâre not supposed to be.â
âOf course. Itâs not like youâ we put everything on the line,â you clear your throat, looking down on your shoes as you convince yourself. You ignore how youâre still not entirely aware of whatâs with Jungkookâs project, other than the fact that Namjoonâs the screenwriter, all in favor of giving you a semblance of sanity before Jungkook leaves you and Hwayoung. âRight?â
( ⥠)
You wonder if Jungkook already ate breakfast.
You wonder if he ate the supposedly excellent in-flight meal that comes with first-class tickets, or if he ate the ramen heâs always had a penchant for eating especially during your trips, whether by land, sea, or air. You wonder if heâs grumpy with the altitude and the way he has to pop his ears ever so often, along with the way he always seems to be too long for airplane seats turned into beds.
You call but Jungkook doesnât answer, even if you know heâll never not purchase in-flight wifi because heâd rather knock himself out than have to read a book or something of the sort. You message, but then again, your husband doesnât answer, even if you know heâll much rather reply via text than to record a voice note because heâs shy with people hearing him in public spaces, albeit closed.
Hwayoung waits patiently beside you, swinging her legs back and forth on the couch as Miso stays up with her. She shouldâve been in bed half an hour ago but you let her stay up with you, all in the pursuit of getting Jungkook to respond.
âAppa?â she asks again after a minute of you trying for her dad but through another app, her pout reminding you of Jungkookâs whoâs unreachable.
You try not to frown in front of her, leveling yourself as you settle for kissing her forehead to cover up the sigh that originates deep from your chest.
âNot yet, Young-ie.â
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.
Thereâs no text from Jungkook when you wake, but there is a picture of him in the buffet of the private lounge heâs staying at during his layover.
Atleast Jungkook did eat breakfast and Hwayoung was able to sleep without him (the first of what you dread is many), nevermind the dull thrum in your chest in Jungkookâs absence.
( ⥠)
Hwayoung's been behaved the whole time you were on set.
With Jimin prioritizing his voluntary role of being a babysitter to your daughter over his position of being a manager to you, you became instantly comforted at the reassurance that you're not in this situation alone.
It's only been a week since you started working right after Jungkook left, his absence rearranging every system you've previously had in place. You do your very best to have Hwayoung still thriving, and even just the reminder that you are succeeding at being the only present parent for the meantime melts all of your fatigue away.
Your trailer's more equipped for her than it is for you, the space apparently reminding Hwayoung of home so much that it's enough to make her remind you that Miso should go join the both of you sometime. Your dressing room's always been hers, and so has been the affection of everyone close to you.
âI take my role of godfather very seriously.â
Yoongi explains even if you haven't asked him anything. In fact, you weren't talking to begin with. It's not in his nature to talk for the sake of talking (that's Jungkook's), but even with Hwayoung in his arms and you still being lost in your thoughts, he can't help but to feel concerned.
âI can tell," you snicker, finally taking notice of the sight in front of you. The earpiece that was previously on Yoongi is now slung over Hwayoung's shoulder, obviously too big on her. She wanted it as an accessory (it reminds her of the toy stethoscope she'd put on Miso as a collar) and with Yoongi being himself, he can't bring himself to say no.
Your shooting day's nearly over and although today wasn't as long as your previous record of hours on end, you already seem exhausted. Yoongi, of all people, knows what scenes wear you out. You hated doing monologues as a rookie and still despise monologues (but with random, out-of-place advertisements in between) as a veteran â youâve done neither today.
"What's with the frown?" he asks gently, not only because Hwayoungâs been quiet for the past two minutes and sheâs getting groggy, but also because if he were to ask you any louder, he feels as if youâd break.
"It's nothing," you answer automatically, looking at Hwayoung to ground yourself. "Just usual family things, I guess."
"Trouble in paradise?" Yoongi asks with a chuckle, abruptly stopping his fit of amusement when he gets goosebumps starting from the tail of his spine. He instantly recognizes it as deja vu. "I've asked you this before, haven't I?"
The realization doesnât hit you until he points it out.
"Mhmm," you hum absent-mindedly, playing with the hem of your dress. âI don't think the problem now is anything like how it was before, though."
One night several years ago, you and Yoongi were sat side-by-side in the booth of a club, the heartbreak you had over what Jungkookâs done (and havenât, at the time) being the wedge between you.
Now, Yoongiâs standing in front of you while youâre sat down, your daughter with Jungkook in his arms.
âMe neither. I don't know how you and Jungkook can encounter any problem worse than last time, to be honest," he chuckles, shaking his head at the recollection of the hell youâve been through. "Also, I think I can say that because I literally don't know what's going on with you. But if you do tell me-!"
"You're so nosy,â you snort, the brief moment of playfulness welcome because your head aches the longer that you dwell over your worries.
"I can be the judge to see if what you're going through now is worse than before," Yoongi shrugs to fake nonchalance, unaware that youâre gasping in awe until you kick him lightly in the shin.
Hwayoungâs asleep in his arms.
"She's never did that with anyone before," you murmur, fishing for your phone to take a picture, but not before quickly skimming to see if Jungkookâs sent you any messages; he hasnât. âShe only either sleeps in mine or Jungkook's arms. Not for my parents, not for my in-laws. Just me and him."
Yoongi smiles proudly, stroking Hwayoungâs hair proudly. "What can I say? I'm godfather of the year."
He only sways her gently back and forth, rocking her with the patience and attention that remind you of Jungkookâs when Hwayoung was a newborn.
Youâre calm and quiet to see her adjusting so well already, but you canât help but to feel lost because you feel the exact opposite. No oneâs gonna stroke your hair for you and tell you to take your time â those are Jungkookâs tasks alone, yet your grievances are also because of him.
"Jungkook's producing this short film in the US. It's by his friend," you mutter under your breath after some time in silence. Yoongi flicks his eyes up at you as if youâre talking about the weather, careful not to make you feel more conflicted than you already are. âYou know⌠by Namjoon.â
"Since when was he into that?" he asks out of curiosity, eyebrows furrowed because he didnât know that your opening line would ever transition to this point in the conversation. Yoongi catches a second wind the longer he processes your words, the scoff that leaves his lips making his bangs loose despite the hairspray on them. âSince when did Jungkook and Namjoon belong in the same sentence?â
"I don't know either.â
"So we're both producers now?" he snickers, the teasing already coming natural. "Nepo husband alert."
You roll your eyes in recognition, clearing your throat as soon as the laughter died between the two of you. âWe got into this argument and I don't know, I-I realized I was being selfish for a moment because I didn't want him to go at first, you know?" you admit in full sincerity, exhaling the lump that forms in your throat. âHe said he was afraid that this is everything he'll be. My husband, Hwayoung's dad. So on and so forth."
Yoongi only listens this time, giving the occasional hum there to remind you that heâs still there.
"And last night, he, uh, he forgot to call," you gulp, already feeling the weight of your worries settle in your stomach. "The call wasn't even for me. It's for Hwayoung because he promised he'll still read her whatever she wants."
The three of you cherish that time together because normally, it happens as soon as you get home from work. Hwayoungâs long graduated from storybooks and has now branched out to the most ridiculous texts that Jungkook indulges her with nonetheless â from the ingredient list at the back of milk cartons, and all the way to Reddit threads of how cats find their way back home to owners.
"He's been secretive about the whole thing and I-I⌠I do that too with my projects, I get it. But only at first because I'm literally bound to an NDA," you stammer, pinching your nosebridge to get past the frustration. âIâm just-âŚ!" you give up, admitting the truth. "I did some snooping."
"And?" Yoongi prompts, tilting his head in anticipation.
"I think he's been secretive because the main lead's Eunsu."
Yoongi recoils at that, so much so that it almost wakes up Hwayoung.
"Eunsu? As in Park Eunsu?" he repeats, the scowl on his face getting deeper the more that you stay indifferent. âEunsu as in your nemesis?"
You relent, the mention of her finally hitting close.
"Nemesis sounds a little childish."
Yoongi scoffs immediately, rolling his eyes at your correction. âI mean yeah, because people keep pitting her against you when she doesn't even come close," he shrugs easily, make you tut in warning. "What? I'm just saying what everybody's been thinking."
To know that you can still confide in Yoongi no matter what comforts you â what doesnât is that this time around, your gut feelingâs stronger than it had been the last time.
"I hope I'm wrong."
"I hope so too," he exhales, shaking his head in disbelief. "What kind of asshole sleeps with his wife's enemy?"
"Don't put that out there,â you grumble, the unintentional yet weird arrangement of words making you dizzy.
"Sorry. It's a metaphor, dummy," Yoongi surrenders, clearing his throat. "Okay. Retake. What kind of husband produces a film featuring his wife's rival?
"Hopefully not mine."
( ⥠)
It takes little effort to love you.
Loving you specifically doesnât have to be hard.
Jungkook thinks that loving you isnât hard when you serve as the peace to his otherwise hectic and turbulent mind. You manifest into the comfort he looks for in all seasons, be it the heat pack you wordlessly put in his coat pocket or the scrunchie you put around his wrist no matter the weather whenever his hair got too long.
You donât text him at every hour of the day whether you were working or not, but youâve made it a point to always check up on him multiple times even if the both of you are at home, going as far to randomly waking up in the night to pause your breathing and check up on his with a hand on his chest.
Itâs easy love â one that could be grasped by everyone because as the world has proved to him time and time again, youâre easy to fall with and for.
You may not coo and awe at every single thing he utters, but the adoration behind your eyes always makes him warm from the inside because you held onto him, no matter how anticlimactic his stories could be.
Neither you and Jungkook are easy, that much he knows.
He knows it because although itâs never been his intention to come home late during his allotted short break between filming (itâs disguised as a break even if he only came back to take care of work-related matters personally), you make it known that youâre irked with him for every other reason.
He knows that you arenât easy because for the past three weeks heâs been gone, youâve reiterated twice in the last hour alone how youâve asked him again and again who will star in his short film. Youâve asked Jungkook repeatedly to give you details outside of Namjoon and the vaguest bits he could ever give you, establishing the fact that he isnât even bound to an NDA.
Itâs the persisting barrage of questions in your head that bothers you without a single break. Itâs the hovering feeling of doom above your head because having no answers to any of them, on top of Jungkook closing himself off with or without the physical distance between the two of you and being Hwayoungâs sole caregiver, that your patience ultimately thins.
Your annoyance towards your husband is clearly obvious and it bothers him to the point of frustration. Jungkookâs been convinced since last week that if he just dodged your questions for long enough and blamed it on the connection of your call, he wouldnât have to answer to you; he wouldnât have to explain the fine details of the project heâs kept from you.
If he had only avoided you for long enough, you wouldâve forgotten about the rumors surrounding Namjoonâs upcoming screenplay that had been leaked to the press, and the roster of actresses thought out to be the main lead of his short film.
If he had only ignored your pleas for long enough, he would have never succumbed to the preliminary guilt that comes with lying to you under the impression that heâs only being protective, pushing him to drink until his vision spins â enough for him that when he admits the truth to you, your face of heartbreak directed at him isnât as anguishing.
âFine, fuck it! Since youâre so nosy, yes. Eunsu is my main lead, there! Sheâs my muse!â Jungkook just about yells, breathless from the burn of alcohol in his throat that spreads all the way to his chest, and from the back and forth heâs been going at with you for the last hour.
âWhy didnât you tell me in the first place?!â you retort, fists clenching at your sides as the thought of Jungkook with Eunsu, with her of all actresses, in a foreign place at almost every minute of the workday irking you.
âWould it have made a difference? Youâd still be angry at me,â he rolls his eyes, placing a hand on his hip as he tries to stabilize his gaze on you.
âAnd even then, you wouldnât do anything about it, right? Because thatâs just your nature, Jungkook,â you scoff, your dig at him being incredibly low yet you steel your pride, unwilling to back down at the thought that Jungkookâs been lying to you for three weeksâ perhaps even longer.
He presses a tongue to his cheek as you pertain to the past loud and clear, the sarcastic nod he gives you making your breathing tremble.
âWhy? Why does it have to be her?â you try again, this time with your jaw clenched so your anger wonât flare up because youâve been dying to have a decent explanation from Jungkook for weeks.
âWhy canât it be her?â he counters. âB-because sheâs what, sheâs your rival or something? Youâre jealous? Bitter?â
The knot in your chest tightens, the recall you have of the woman who had sabotaged you repeatedly when you were still a rookie putting a metallic taste on your tongue. Sheâs hindered you in ways that not even Yoongi could explain fully despite being the closest friend to you in the industry, the vitriol youâve had for Eunsu in the past reviving back to life.
You have no words except for the fact that begs to be acknowledged without a single syllable.
âIâm your wife, Jungkook,â you exhale shakily, the gravity of it seemingly not enough for him because he refuses to use it as a reason to get on your side.
âDonât you think I know that? Donât you think everybody knows that by now?â Jungkook spits. âWhen Iâm producing my film with Eunsu, I donât want to be your husband, Y/N! Iâm sick of it,â he seethes. âEunsu has nothing to do with me. Why should I fight your battles for you? Why do I have to carry your grudges for something that doesnât even concern me?â
Jungkookâs the drunkest heâs ever been in his life, yet he utters the clearest words youâve ever heard him say.
âThis is showbiz, Y/N. Itâs inevitable for you to get caught up with shit.â
âYouâre talking as if being my husband and being Hwayoungâs dad is a chore.â
âBecause maybe it is!â Jungkook bursts with a cry, the tears that spring out of his eyes momentarily blinding him. âBecause maybe, Iâm fed up trying to be sickeningly devoted to you all the time.â
Thereâs something akin to white, hot, searing pain that spreads across your chest all the way to your temple, the tremble of your lips not enough for Jungkook to realize that youâre on the verge of sobbing.
âSometimes I hate this. I⌠I-I hate this life Iâm living because of you, Y/N,â Jungkook whispers. âI hate how youâre so, so perfect in juggling everything. I hate how I could spend an hour just convincing Hwayoung to eat a single carrot and you come in the room, and she finishes the bowl with a smile on her face. I-I hate how you never complain whenever you need to do late night feedings after a long day because Iâm already snoring. I hate how with or without work, youâre still justââŚâ he stills, looking at you with a distraught gaze. âYouâre still so content. Youâre still able to be yourself like youâve always been.â
Thereâs no words left in you; no thought at all that could ever pick you up from the ground and gather yourself the way youâve always had whenever you and Jungkook had felt the furthest from each other.
âJungkook,â you sniffle, even if he waves you off half-heartedly. âIâm sorry if-âŚâ
âThere it is. There it fucking is again!â Jungkook whines, foot agitatedly stomping against the floor as he pulls at his hair. âYouâre apologizing for being so perfect in life that itâs making me feel bad!â
âBut Iâm not! Iâm far from it, what the hell are you talking about?â you rasp, the sarcastic laugh that goes past your lips making his ears ring. âIâm sorry if it seems that way but Iâm telling you myself that everything is not perfect the way you make it out to be. Iâm sorry because it makes you feel bad, but if anything-âŚâ
Jungkook raises a finger at you, his jaw tightening the longer he stews in displacement.
âDonât. Donât. Donât tell me how content you are with everything despite being exhausted, or how you juggling everything is worth it. Donât tell me how good of a dad I am."
âThen what can I say to make it lighter for you, Jungkook? What can I say that wonât make you resent me?â you grit in surrender, chest falling so lowly, youâve forgotten to breathe for a long second. âDo you hate the life that weâre living now so much that you canât even look at me?â
Love isnât always a matter of ease and although itâs always stuck to you, you prove now that Jungkook coming home to you at this instance, in this light, that he makes love the most difficult thing.
âDo you hate the life that I gave you so badly?â
âI donât,â he answers, mouth dry as his vision spins. âSometimes. Tonight, though â maybe I do. It comes and goes.â
âThen what can we do about it?â you whisper, your vision hazy as you look at him. âWhere do we go from here?â
âItâs getting late,â Jungkook only whispers, unwilling to look at the bed you share. âI have an early flight tomorrow.â
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His eyes aren't the right shade of blue, but he opens up for Buck like a dream, lips wide and wet and -
"Fuck," Buck says, and when he digs his hand in the man's - Henry? Harry? - hair it's too fine, too straight.
Henry-Harry hums around him and Buck sort of just wants to fuck his face but that's rude, that's so fucking rude, he doesn't even remember the guys name -
Henry-Harry swallows and Buck's hips jut forward, but the lines around his eyes aren't groove-deep and heavy with warmth.
"Hank," Buck says, and the man's eyes dart up, his brow raises, his lips tip up and his tongue swirls and he never knows that Buck had only just remembered his name seconds before he came.
---
The date goes... fine. Kelsey is sweet and delicate and when her hand scratches at his stubble the tips of her fingers don't catch - soft, smooth, the hands of someone who spends eight hours a day behind a keyboard. She kisses like a dream, but the angle is all wrong.
She fucks like a dream too, but afterwards, when Buck shifts to curl around her she rolls her shoulder and gives him a confused look and Buck remembers that she's more than a foot shorter than him and her shoulders aren't really wide enough for -
Buck rolls and tucks her head under his chin and he thinks Tommy Kinard didn't really know shit about firsts and lasts.
---
The music is loud and the beat is heavy and the man with a thigh between Buck's legs is dark - twisting dreads that catch silver in the strobe light, deep brown skin, cheekbones Buck would break an ankle for.
Buck considers asking him if he wants to take this somewhere more private. Buck considers asking him if he wants to come home with him. Buck considers the heft of the thigh between his legs and remembers the first time Tommy had gotten him off, dick barely even out of his jeans because they'd been grinding like horny teenagers and -
His voice is deep and low when he tips his head to whisper in Buck's ear, the tenor all wrong.
Buck lets him tangle their fingers together as he heads towards the single stall bathrooms down the hall
---
"Ex... boyfriend?" Heather asks, and there's a wrinkle around the shape of her mouth that sets Buck's teeth on edge, because hadn't the whole point of this been that Buck needed to play the field? He likes men. He likes women. He can't pick a number on the Kinsey scale because all he can think about is -
"I'm bi," Buck says, and her expression withers. That seems to be the default - men think he's waiting for the woman who will give him a picture perfect family, women think he's - "It was right there at the top of my profile. With a flag and everything."
Her nose scrunches. She's trying to play it off. She's clearly not one of the women who think it's hot. "Sometimes men do that just to like, seem less intimidating."
Buck's already reaching for his wallet. "And sometimes men just like dick as much as -."
Her hand draws over her heart and it reminds Buck of his mom and not in the teasing way he'd always told Tommy the same thing.
He apologizes to his server and hands her a twenty in his way out the door.
---
Jack is two weeks younger than Buck to the day.
He's beautiful. Auburn hair trimmed neatly, cow-brown eyes, a sharp jawline and scruff that never seems to go past six-pm shadow. He's sweet - not a mean bone in his body, and the first time he hangs out with Buck and Eddie he shoots Eddie a shocked look when he pokes fun at Buck.
He lasts two and a half months.
But Buck knows the game now. Buck isn't looking for forever. Buck is -
Buck is Buck. That's what he'd said in the end, anyway.
"I'm really sorry, Jack," Buck says, fingers drifting from their hold between Jack's.
Jack's smile is just a little sad, but far too understanding. "Hey, I've been an in-betweener before. It was fun while it lasted."
---
Either Tommy's blocked his number or he's really fucking good at swiping out of his notification previews.
Buck thinks about leaving a really shitty, incredibly mean hearted voicemail instead.
You're a coward sits Delivered for three months
---
Ashley's a nurse, and when she admits she's only ever dated women before Buck feels the sting of it, but he smiles all the same. He's chasing a feeling he hasn't been able to find since -
She stares at the sparse decoration of his loft and doesn't say a word.
"So, like -." Buck starts, but she tangles her fingers in his shirt and presses her lips to his and Buck realizes the stupidly large box of condoms he'd bought for his sex-a-thon the first four off after he'd finally convinced Tommy to fuck him is almost out.
Buck spends half an hour with his head between her legs before the tug in his curls gets insistent, and Buck tries not to think, for a while
---
"You're a firefighter?" Travis asks, head tilted excitedly, eyes on the LAFD tee hanging half out of his laundry basket. "Have you ever worked with the guys at Harbor?"
Five and a half months - nearly as long as they'd been together - and Buck considers asking Travis to leave instead of answering. He's got a heart shaped face and Buck can't detect a wrinkle on him. No smile lines around his eyes.
"Flew into a hurricane with them once."
Buck's not sure they ever left the eye.
---
Maddie gives birth on a Thursday. Miraculously they're all off shift except Eddie.
They name his nephew John Evan Buckley-Han and Buck spends an hour watching him sleep before he remembers exactly how long it's been since he'd last heard his name.
---
you haven't though, Buck sends, while Eddie presses him into the Uber and makes Buck promise to text him when he's home.
All the messages in the thread above have a Read receipt.
The dots appear. Disappear. Reappear.
Haven't what?
seen me around, Buck sends back, and it shows as Delivered long after his Uber drops him off and he shoots off a message to Eddie once he's collapsed in bed. He's gonna regret that last shot in the morning.
He should have gone home with the redhead instead of letting Eddie convince him to stay and play another round of darts.
---
Greg presses a kiss to Buck's birthmark and Buck politely peels himself off Greg's very nice mattress and tugs on his briefs. "Here for a good time, not a long time, huh?" Greg asks, and Buck remembers that this had always been unsatisfying.
He thought he'd found something he could build on. Turns out he wasn't making shit.
"Sorry kid," he says, sparing a glance at Greg's slim shoulders and the washboard abs that he'd make it his mission to look a little less dehydrated, if this were something serious. Maybe some lasagna in the freezer, the gnocchi he'd learned to make once Tommy got tired of flicking flour in Buck's hair.
"I'm like, five years younger than you."
Buck's already searching for the shirt Greg has tossed off the side of the bed half an hour ago.
---
Did you want me to?
Buck stares at the message for a full five minutes. Glares at it, really.
No, he lies, and leaves it at that.
---
He's not even at work when it happens. He's on a fucking date, and the television over the bar switches to a breaking news story about a helicopter crashing just off the 405.
Whatever Yarrow is saying to him gets lost when he sees the numbers dashed across the side of the hunk of smoldering metal that had once been an LAFD chopper.
---
Bobby meets him at the bay doors.
Eddie's already there too.
It's not good news. It's not bad news, either.
Buck only met Tommy's captain once, and he can see now that there were cracks, walls Buck hadn't realized he hadn't yet climbed, but she recognizes him and pulls him off to the side.
"Do you not answer your phone, Buckley?"
He's got six missed calls. The moment he'd texted the group chat and left Yarrow with the tab for the terrible IPA he'd gotten a taste for in those six months when the future had been clearer, he'd forgotten phones actually existed.
"I - sorry, were you trying to reach me?"
"You're listed as his ICE, Buckley."
Buck can't remember them ever even having that conversation.
"He'll survive," she says, voice firm, eyes unyielding. "You can't wring his neck about it until he's out of the woods, and he's a glutton for punishment."
---
"I have some things to say," Buck says, and Tommy eyes him warily from the bed where he's propped. They'd only pulled tubes ten minutes ago, and technically Tommy isn't allowed to speak for a bit. "We're gonna circle back around to the fact that you made me your in case of after you broke up with me once you can talk, so don't forget that."
He looks - guilty. Annoyed. Clears his throat and winces, scowls when Buck hands him the cup of ice chips but still uses two meaty fingers to grab a handful that he tosses into his mouth and chews. Loudly.
Buck leans back in his chair and stares at the cast on Tommy's leg, the bruising around his eyes, the flat mess of his curls.
"And if you call me Buck again I'm telling Angie you asked to have the morphine drip removed." It's a joke, and a lame one at that, but Tommy's eyes twinkle.
---
It's almost a year to the day when Tommy snags his wrist and reels him in for a kiss, hand palming Buck's ass as he noses at Buck's cheek and nearly trips over the last of the boxes Buck had gotten distracted from moving out of the hallway.
"You have too much shit," Tommy tells him, and Buck mostly thinks he's pissed that he still hasn't fully regained the muscle mass in his leg yet. He's lopsided and a little clumsy but every time Buck brings it up he inevitably ends up with a video of himself slipping all over an ice rink in the group chat, so he keeps it to himself.
"You love it."
Tommy's eyes soften when Buck runs a hand through his curls, the grooves of his smile just right. "I tolerate it. You, though..."
Buck isn't ashamed to admit he still feels butterflies every time Tommy says it.
"You I don't mind."
Buck scowls just to watch Tommy's face brighten mischievously. The hands around his waist are wide and strong and the finger pads catch in the worn cotton.
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if it's okay could you write something about simon asking the reader to stay the night and it will be the first time they sleep over? no pressure ofc!
Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader. Fluff! i'm yearning for fall/winter so it's written with that in mind. The heat is getting to me𼲠not proofread im nervous. Eng isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!
âI should probably go."
It took you an embarrassingly long time to finally get those words out. Every minute ticking by only making you more and more nervous to actually say them. You truly donât want to leave just yet. Donât want to pull away from your place next to him, tucked into his side, soft, warm. A strong arm wrapping around you keeping you nice and close to him, occasionally his hand traces invisible heart shapes and silent i love youâs into your skin.Â
(a habit that has shifted into his love language. Simon Riley loves quietly, but deeply. And moments where he can get his hands on your skin to spell out his devotion to you, fingertips burning pleasantly, leaving behind a trail of falling stars, is something he makes time for often)
It feels all too safe and domestic to leave just yet, but the colder months are approaching and itâs well into the evening now. The sky has already completely settled into a deep dark blue with clusters of stars and a bright full moon. The streets however are still lively, early sunsets and longer nights having no affect on most people's schedule. People are coming back from a long day at work, couples are running their last errands at the corner store and old grannies are coming back from their weekly bingo night down the street at the community center. Right now, it still feels safe enough to walk back home on your own. Without a doubt, Simon would offer to walk you, but heâs barely made it through your annual movie night and youâd rather not keep him from his much needed and well deserved sleep.
(it would not be your first time walking home alone at night, donât tell Simon, but you prefer not to. Being so hyper aware of every movement and every sound is tiring and your 15 minute walk back home feels like you just finished a marathon)
He shifts next to you, the haze of sleep laced in his movements, a groan of disagreement falling from his lips as he throws a glance at his watch.
"Tâis only eight, sweetheart. You never leave this early. Something wrong?" A twinge of worry coursing through his voice, brows furrowed at the thought of you being uncomfortable. His hand changes from tracing shapes to rubbing comforting circles into your side, albeit a bit frantically.
(heâs so attentive it honestly makes you wanna cry sometimes)
"No, nothings wrong," You begin. Smoothing the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb and placing a gentle kiss to his jawline. "I just donât want to walk alone at night. Nor do I want to keep you from your sleep"
Youâre quick to add the last bit, practically hearing the words "I'll walk you " escape from his mouth already.
He doesnât make an attempt to remove his hands from your waist, or sit back up straight. On the contrary heâs taken it to melt into you a little more, pull you a little closer and you think heâs doing this to convince you to stay
(it's working)
even months deep into your relationship, every sweet touch and gentle kiss still manages to cause your heart to soar and flutter in your chest.
He takes a moment to just look at you, and it makes you avert your eyes at its heaviness. Too sweet, too piercing, you feel like heâs looking into your mind and soul, breaking it open like a book and taking everything in. Usually, he coaxes you with delicate words and a warm hand on your jaw to keep looking at him but heâll let you look away for now. You whoâs so sweetly tucked into his side, you who feels so warm and peaceful against him it makes him wanna squeeze you to his chest and never let go. How could he possibly let you go when you look so content and so safe in his arms. From the look in your eyes and body language alone he can tell you feel good here, that you want to stay. Heâs right but Itâs the nerves, the shyness and not being sure where his boundaries lie that make you pull away from this moment
"You could always stay the night." He whispers, honeyed and soothing. Making sure you know thereâs no pressure behind his request. It makes something warm curl in your heart
Heâs been thinking about it often, what it would be like to wake up next to you. Seeing you first thing when he opens his eyes all angelic and soft in the golden morning sun rays, sleeping in his bed, draped in his sheets. Would you have any special night routines, would you like to use a nightlight or do you prefer complete darkness, do you move around a lot, are you cuddly. It honestly takes over the majority of his thoughts when he goes to bed himself. Finds himself imagining in detail what it would be like and he swears that he sleeps best on those nights. He can only imagine how good heâll sleep next to you.
Your silence would worry him if he wasnât able to read you so well. A hitch in your breath, eyes looking everywhere but him, a shy smile tugging on your lips
(youâre so cute)
"Iâd like that." Your voice comes out soft, a little vulnerable but you know youâre safe. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.
Youâve been thinking about it too. Spend many nights imagining what it would be like to curl up in his arms and drift off to sleep. Waking him up with a plethora of kisses to his face. Making your respective morning drinks in the kitchen together, stealing kisses in between sips. Thinking about it always leaves you feeling a little dizzy.
His response comes in the form of a wet kiss to your forehead that trails down to your cheeks, then the corner of your lips before finally pulling you into one. You'll choose to spare him and not comment on the flush on his cheeks, just this once
"Iâll go grab a hoodie and some sweatpants, you can use those to sleep in"
reluctantly, although motivated by the image of you in his clothes, he stands up, warmth slipping away for a moment before itâs contained again by the blanket he drapes over you.
"Iâll grab the clothes, you pick another movie"
With that he makes his way to the bedroom to retrieve said clothes. Before you can pick up the remote to pick a movie however, his voice booms out of the bedroom
"Do not pick twilight. Canât stand that edward fucker."
Perhaps the Notebook will be more to his taste then:)
thank you for requesting nonnie! and thank you for reading angels!
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mama's day. gojo satoru
fluff. âËâš á° parents au, non sorcerer au, mom!reader, family fluff, two unnamed sons and one baby girl. a little gift for myself ! ᥣđŠ
little sunshines au
satoru has a plan for your birthdayâa very detailed one.
step one. wake up the nuggets
it takes him less than two minutes to get the oldest out of bed, and there's really no point in waking up his baby girl since there's not much an eight-month-old can do.
the problem is your toddler.
"c'moooon, don't you wanna give mama her gifts?"
satoru's tone grows exasperated the longer his son refuses to cooperate, kicking his legs and throwing his nemo plushie at his face.
"no!"
the five-year-old immediately shushes his baby brother, only making the latter whine even more, tears now running down his chubby cheeks.
satoru feels his face fall upon seeing his son so upset, he should've expected the little ones not to take it too well to be woken up at six in the morning.
"hey," he tries softly this time, caressing the soft blond hairs of his toddler, "I'm sorry, mochi. can you forgive papa? go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?"
the sobs end and now there's only small sniffles coming from the sleepy kid.
"oki."
step two. make breakfast
"like this?"
satoru leans down to inspect his son's work, brows furrowing as he tries, and fails, to read whatever gibberish his son tried to spell on top of the freshly made waffles.
with a loud smooch on the kid's cheek, satoru squeezes him in a tight hug, grinning proudly the way a father would. "a masterpiece. mama's gonna love it."
dad and son work surprisingly silent, focused on their own tasks. it doesn't take them long to have plates full of food and fruits, as well as freshly made juice.
"why don't you grab these," satoru hands his son two bags with the names of expensive brands on them, "while I go get your siblings. okay?"
"on it!"
step three. gifts
"happy birthday, mama~"
"ma-ma!"
you wake up with a start, surrounded by four pairs of blue eyes staring down at you.
"happy birthday, love of my life, mother of my kids, my one and only!"
satoru pecks your mouth as your brain processes the beaming faces of your three nuggets. your boys sit next to you, one on each side, while satoru holds the baby in the air right above your face.
your confused face finally eases into one of happiness (and relief).
"thank you, my little babies!" you smile drowsily, urging yourself to blink the sleep away as you smooch the faces of all three of your children. "mwah, mwah, mwahhhâ"
your husband can't help but smile upon seeing you smothering the kids with kisses. and with his hold still on his baby girl, satoru tugs her away from you and nods at your lap.
"open your gifts, baby. we got you aaaall of your favorites." he winks at his son and the little one covers his mouth behind his tiny hand, giggling. "and we also made breakfast for mama, right?"
with a pointed look from satoru, your toddler remembers the plate of food on his lap.
"eat waffu, baby." your two-year-old offers you the plate full of waffles, pushing it towards your mouth, insistent. "eat it."
step four. spoil her rotten
your two boys happily run across the gardens while your baby girl crawls on the grass, squealing right behind her brothers.
"liked the surprise?"
your husband's arms wrap around your middle from behind. his hold is the greatest comfort you could've asked for.
"you mean waking up with three of your clones staring down at me while I sleep?" you snort, but there's no real bite in your tone. "I loved it. especially their drawing of me surrounded by blue-eyed mochi."
your eldest had insisted on drawing their little familyâwith you right in the centerâand satoru thought it'd be funny to add the mochi instead of the kids.
"oh, but I'm not done yet, sweetheart." he spins you around in his arms, now grinning at you. "an entire weekend. you and me. what do you say?"
a groan slips past your lips and he immediately frowns, indignation clear on his face.
"c'mon, pretty. it's been a while since it was just the two of us." satoru goes for the puppy eyes, knowing that by doing so he already has a fifty percent of chance of winning. "you're not only a mother, but also a wife. let your doting husband pamper you."
"and who's watching over the kids? the baby??" you try to reason, glancing at your nuggets as they giggle their little hearts out as they play together. "satoru, we can't just leave."
"sweetheart, relaaaaax. ijichi got us covered."
oh, that poor man.
you make a mental note to give nanami a call.
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đą wonwoo x producer!reader.
the five times wonwoo swears he's over you (and the one time that he decides he isn't) â
see also: main post, drabble
⍠maybe i'm just not better than this, i haven't tried / 'cause maybe you'll finally choose me after you've had more time.
đą the five times.
when he sees you for the first time in over a year.
he believes it's the nice thing to do, treating you out to dinner. he froze you out, after all, because he was stupid and he didn't know how to handle his crush on you. he likes to think that the past fourteen months have made him better. wiser. so, that night, he makes it up to you. he also makes up a dozen different excuses. do his eyes linger on you a little too long as you happily drink your yogurt drink? he's just making sure you like what he chose for you. does he walk a little closer when he notices you're shivering from the evening cold? he's just concerned you might get sick. he doesn't like you anymore. he's better now, wiser now. he has to be.
when your second studio choom video comes out.
it's not the same as the first time, where he'd smiled to himself while watching you perform your latest comeback in STUDIO CHOOM's crisp, 4k quality. back then, that's how he had known he was done for. this time, he watches it purely out of curiosity. to add to the millions of views that the video is already raking up. he keeps a straight face the whole time. just watches with a perfectly neutral expression. he's just a guy supporting a friend, isn't he? when he gets through the entire video without smiling, he counts that as a win. if his heartâ the bloody traitorâ had stuttered at your ending fairy, well. that's an entirely different story.
on a random tuesday, just because.
he's never really seen the appeal in games like stardew valley; they were always a little too slow for his taste. but you'd absolutely begged, and so he begrudgingly bought the game for âŠ20,600 just to shut you up. he still doesn't care much for it, to be quite honest. there's a lot of slow, lazy days where he just dicks around in-game. he bears with it anyway since you're always so happy when you beat him at fishing, or when you get to steal away the bachelorette he was going after. your voice is a low buzz in his ear as the two of you play until the sun has risen, until he's cussing you out for keeping him up so late when he has a schedule to go to. you let him complain all he wants because he'll still back online for co-op later that night.
when you're back in the same recording studio as him.
this one is the hardest, because this is where he fell for you in the first place. you, with your head bent as you fiddle with jihoon's digital audio workstation. you, with your usually friendly demeanor shuttered behind something so cool and collected. the pencil tucked behind your ear. the way you worry your lower lip as the boys croon. he wants to scream, wants to test just how soundproof this damn studio is. instead, he sings his lines. he makes adjustments as necessary. he watches you do your thing, even jokes to you here and there. it's all he can do to keep his mind away from what it wants so badly to stray back to. in the end, he doesn't scream. but when you smile at him and tease him that he did a good jobâ he wishes he had.
when he drives you home after you've had one too many to drink.
you're half-asleep in his passenger seat, all soft edges and incoherent mumbles. he tries to be cross with you, tries to tell you off for not knowing your limits and ending up like this. there's an unmistakable softness in his gaze, though, as he makes sure the seatbelt isn't too tight around your frame. he avoids all the potholes and goes extra careful over the speed bumps. by the time he makes it to your dorm, you're already passed out with your cheek pressed against the window. he decides to let you sleep for only thirty seconds more. as he mentally counts downâ thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eightâ he tries to convince himself that it won't sting when he gets to one. (it still does.)
đ¸ the one time.
on another random tuesday.
in the end, it's not an evening of stardew valley that gets him. it's not one of your fancams, not your warm presence in his shotgun. no, it's something much more stupid. something much more small. it's the way he looks for his phone when it pings. he doesn't even know if it's you who's texting him. but it could be, and that's enough to have him fishing through his bag hastily. he catches himself one afternoon, notices the way he's just a touch too excited to check the newest notification. he's not any wiser or better, it seems. he doesn't know if he can be. he's still the same jeon wonwoo with a hopeless crush on you.
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âłËËËtoji's special workoutËËË â´
summary: You were late to meet your personal trainer Toji at the gym. Luckily he let you stay after hours, but he was going to make sure you got a proper workout before leaving.
cw: smut 18+, personal trainer!toji x f!reader, pet names (doll, slut), p in v, Toji is a little mean/rough in this ngl, deepthroating, handjob, unprotected sex, light nipple play, slight orgasm control, degradation, fingering, squirting
wc: 2k
notes: i really hope you guys enjoy this fic! i'm actually kind of proud of it lmao. once again sorry it took so long but feel free to send in asks/requests!
You were driving in your car, contemplating going faster than the speed limit, when you saw that the time read 8:34 pm. You were supposed to meet Toji, your personal trainer at eight o'clock, but you were running behind. You knew he would be irritated since you already pushed your regular workout time from six to eight, and now you were late when the gym closed at nine.Â
You pulled into the parking lot, and thankfully, the lights inside the gym were still on. You breathed a sigh of relief, grabbing your gym bag and jogging inside.Â
Placing your bag by the lockers, you walked over to Toji, who was lifting weights in front of the mirror. âYouâre late. Luckily, I'm friends with the owner. He's gonna let us stay late s'long as I lock up tonight,â he said, his voice slightly strained from lifting the weights.Â
"I know, I know, and thank you. My meeting went on longer than it was supposed to and then there was the traffic-"
"Start stretching," he says with a grunt. He sets down the weights and looks over at you. "You're gonna be doin' legs tonight."
You nod and do your usual stretches for your leg days. As you were doing squats, you glanced at Toji through the mirror, and it seemed like he was looking at your ass. You brushed it off as him just watching your form and continued.
You finished your stretches and headed from the stretching area over to the leg press machine with Toji. You got in position as he placed the weights on. "I want ya to do 5 sets, 15 reps each." Your eyes widened. "Last time I only did 3 sets with 12 reps!"
Toji snickered, a smug look on his face. "You're supposed to be getting better and stronger, not staying the same. Plus, you wasted my time being late." You scoffed, "I apologized, and it wasn't even my fault." He rolls his eyes. "Don't care. Just get it done."
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You finally finished all your workouts (they were excruciating, and you will definitely feel it tomorrow) so you headed off to the showers while Toji cleaned up. You realized after showering that you had left your bag out by the lockers. You called out from the shower room door, "Toji! Could you bring my gym bag?" You didn't hear a response but sat on the bench and waited.
A few minutes later, you heard Toji's voice. "Alright, I'm comin' in." He walked into the shower room, your gym bag in hand. "Here ya go."Â
You thanked him and took the bag. You both stood there for a moment in silence, and he didn't make a move to leave. He stood there and took in your damp body from head to toe, and you held the towel a little closer to your body. Toji's tongue peeked out and swiped across the scar on his lip.
He took a step closer before speaking, his voice lower than usual. "Y'know, I don't think I worked ya out hard enough." Your breath hitched as your heartbeat sped up, hammering inside your chest so hard you thought it burst out.
Of course, you knew Toji was attractive. He had a perfect build, his abs, pecs, and biceps constantly straining against his compression shirts. And when he was shirtless, he looked absolutely jaw-dropping. Other women in the gym would ogle and stare, he was a wet dream come to life. He also oozed sex appeal. Whether it was intentional or not, you had no clue. The deep smoothness of his voice and the harsh encouragement given during training caused wetness to pool in your underwear more times than you would like to admit.
The thing is, not only is he a few years older than you, but he has a kid (which you found out after getting a text saying he had to cancel because his son was sick.) This made you assume he was married but didn't wear his ring to the gym. He was also your trainer, so there was the professionalism of it all.
Toji took your chin between his fingers, his thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip. "What do ya say, Doll? Think I should work you out a little more?" He spoke again with a smirk on his face.Â
Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his lips, the scar more noticeable up close. You figured this would be a one-time, heat-of-the-moment thing. Why the hell not. âThat's what I pay you for, isn't it?â
The moment you said those words, his mouth was on yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue massaged yours in a way that made you melt. Both of your bodies were pressed up against one another. You could feel the growing bulge in his sweats pressing against you.
âGet on your knees. Let's start by trainin' that throat of yours...â You immediately obeyed, watching impatiently as he removed his sweats and boxers. His cock sprung up right in front of your face, and you realized he was big. Not wasting any more time, your fingers reached his base as your tongue licked his slit, tasting pre-cum as you sucked the tip. Toji hissed at the feeling and bucked his hips towards your touch. When you took him into your mouth, he groaned, placing a hand on the back of your head. You felt unbelievable. His taste makes you even wetter than you were before. âLet's see how much you can take Doll.â He pushed your head further down his length, making you gag as his tip hit the back of your throat, but the noise made Toji groan.Â
Your nose was pressed against his pelvis and you reached your hand up to tease his balls. "F-Fuck! You tryna make me cum?" he said looking down.
You nodded making a muffled sound of 'mhm' as your eyes started to water. Toji pulled you off his cock and a string of saliva and pre-cum dribbled down your chin.Â
"Such a pathetic slut. Taking my cock down your throat and playin' with my balls like that. You just canât fuckinâ help yourself, can you?â He moaned as his hardness twitched right in front of your face. âThat desperate for my cock, huh?â
You moan as you clenched around nothing. Your voice was breathy and slightly hoarse when you spoke. "Love having you in my mouth Toji." Your hand starts to pump his length while the other cups his balls, fondling them as he bites down on his lip. His head is thrown back, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he rolls his hips along to your touch.Â
After a few minutes of you stroking him, Toji pulled you off the floor and laid you on the nearby bench. Your towel had come off, and he finally had an unobstructed view of your body. His hands came up to play with your now stiff nipples. "You're so fucking sexy, Doll. I can't tell you how many times I got hard just watching you work out. These perfect tits bouncing and that sexy ass."
"So you were looking at my ass earlier." you giggled. You noticed Toji's staring at times, but always thought it was a professional gaze, not a lustful one.
"How could I not. Those shorts make it hard to be professional. Now it's time for stretching. Gotta make sure I don't break you."
Suddenly your legs were spread apart, and Toji was working two of his long fingers into you while his thumb focused on your clit. Your breath hitched, and you clenched around him immediately. "Oh-Â shit! Please make me feel good Toji. I wanna cum, please."
Toji scoffed. "Already begging to cum? How desperate are you, huh? You're not cummin' anywhere except on my fuckin' cock. Got that?"
You nod, unable to focus on speaking while his fingers piston in and out of your cunt, spreading your arousal.
"Use your words slut."
"I won't cum anywhere except on your cock. I- fuck... I promise."
He gave a short hum of approval as he took his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth. "Such a sweet cunt. I'll have to taste you until you shakin' and cryin' another day."
Before you could even process his words, Toji removed his sweats and started rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting your arousal. In a swift movement, you felt your hole being stretched by his girth.
"Ah- holy... shit Toji!" You nearly screamed as you felt him bottom out inside you, his tip pressing against your G-spot. "Youâre so fucking deep!"
Suddenly, Toji's hands were placed behind your knees, pushing them down towards the sides of your head. His pace was nothing short of ruthless. His heavy balls were slapping up against your ass with every harsh thrust. You didn't know if it was because you had just finished working out, but everything felt much more intense. You could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy. One glance down, and you saw the white forming at the base of his dick.
"M'gonna fuck this tight pussy until I've ruined you for every other man. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing I'm the only man who can make your pussy feel this good." You nodded mindlessly at his possessiveness. A light sheen of sweat covered both your bodies as he fucked you into oblivion. He released his grip on your legs and watched as your back arched into his touch. His hands moved to cup your breasts, pinching at your nipples. Toji then leaned in to place a painful kiss on your lips, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his tongue made its way into your mouth, causing you to moan sinfully.
The force of his thrusts caused a distant pain on your back from laying on the hard bench, but you didn't care. All you could think about was your orgasm that was quickly approaching.
"Damn it... your greedy cunt just keeps suckin' me in. Gonna get me fuckinâ addicted." Toji's thrusts became harder as he placed one of your legs on his shoulder.
"I'm close- so close Toji. Please can I- ah!" Loud whimpers and broken moans spilled from your mouth as Toji fucked you. You were so close.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Cum on my fuckin' cock then, slut." He brought his thumb down and worked fast circles on your clit. Your whole body tensed up as you screamed, eyes rolling back into your head, back arched off the bench. White hot pleasure shot through your entire body as you squirted all over Toji's thighs and abs. Your walls squeezed him, nearly suffocating his dick.
"Fuuuuck... that's it, good fucking girl. Cum all over my-Â god damn- cum all over my cock!"
You were finally coming down from your high when you felt Toji pull out. Your eyes were hazy and unfocused as you watched him stroke his cock, his eyes squeezed shut before spilling his cum all over your stomach with a groan. "Oh... fuck yes"
He took a moment to catch his breath before taking in the sight in front of him. "Look at that... all fucked out and covered in my cum like a true slut."
You smiled lazily as you sat up on the bench. "I'm only a slut for you."
He gave a low hum of approval before helping you stand up. "You bet your ass you are. Now how 'bout we go get cleaned up in the shower."
You gave a nod as you started towards the shower on shaky legs. Once you were both inside with the water on, you turned to him and saw his dick hard once again and realized you weren't going to get cleaned up just yet. You knew you'd definitely be sore for the next few days and that you'd have to do more late-night workouts with Toji in the future.
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: Ever since you spilled coffee on your co-worker, you find yourself getting in compromising situations with him.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, co-worker Toji, office sex, oral sex (m. receiving), gagging, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, praise, semi-public sex(?? they're in the janitor's closet in the first part and there's people outside)
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Apart from his name, you donât know anything about the man you work with. Toji sits next to you eight hours a day, yet youâve never gotten to properly know him. You have no idea if heâs married, if he has kids, a petâ What waits for him when he gets home? Does he have any hobbies? The only time you ever talk is about work, and you typically wouldnât care about knowing your coworkers if it werenât for the fact that you constantly find yourself daydreaming over Toji.
What you like the most about Toji may be the fact that he barely speaks since it leaves you questioning everything about his personality. You make a perfect version of your co-worker in your head which has you head over heels for him. It certainly doesnât help that Toji is exactly the type of man who you want behind you, fucking you senseless.
You hate to have those types of thoughts in the middle of the day, and worst of all, youâre mindlessly staring at him, and itâs too late to turn away when he asks you whatâs wrong. He clears his throat, and you feel your face burning hot when he asks, âIs everything okay? Do I have something on my shirt?â
âOhâ No! SorryâŚâ You canât play it off much since you stared at him like a lovesick teenage girl. You try to ignore the awkward interaction by looking back at your computer, trying to go back to work, trying to ignore the very embarrassing fact that Toji caught you daydreaming.
You feel his eyes on you as you turn back to your work, and you swear you could crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before Toji turns his attention back to his own job. You donât stress about it, completely forgetting about the awkward interaction after five minutes.Â
You work fine throughout the afternoon, and when you finally get out of your chair to take a break, you bump into him. Tojiâs coffee spills all over his white button up shirt, making a gasp leave your lips. Toji doesnât have much of a reaction even though the coffee looks hot. Your immediate reaction is to rub your long sleeve on his shirt to try to clean it up. Youâre repeating, âOh, Iâm so sorry, I should watch where Iâm going.â
âItâs fine. Youâre fine.â Toji just holds his arms up as if he were being threatened by a gun. Toji isnât a man that gets flustered easily but by the way youâre unintentionally touching him to clean him up, his cheeks burn. âItâs fine, really. Iâll just clean up in the bathroomââ
âIâm sorry.â You jerk back when you realize just how much youâve been touching him without his permission. He lets out a chuckle, making it seem that itâs fine. It was an honest mistake, he surely doesnât mind if a pretty girl bumps into him⌠Now, if it was one of the old guys that work in the office, itâd be a whole different story. You watch him walk away, mentally cursing at yourself for being so fucking dumb.
You notice the mess on the floor and you tiptoe around it to go to the janitorâs closet and get some stuff to clean it up. You enter the small room, turning on the light to look for some paper towels. You click your tongue, seeing that theyâre on the top shelf.
You stand on your tippy toes trying to reach a roll but theyâre too far back for you. Would it be too embarrassing to jump? Nobody is watching⌠Just when youâre about to jump, you feel a body pressed against your back. Your head slowly turns, and luckily, you find your handsome co-worker, grabbing the paper towel for you.Â
âHere you go.â He gives it to you when you turn around, and you awkwardly smile at him as you take it from his hand.
âThank you, Fushiguro. Again, Iâm so sorry.â You repeat. You feel your heart skip a beat when you realize just how close he is, hearing him breathe and feeling the warmth that his body gives. His dark green eyes are filled with lust, and he makes no effort in disguising it. Youâre flattered, really, but this isnât appropriate considering where youâre at.
âPlease, call me Toji.â He licks his lips, and you feel as if youâre burning up. The heat his body emits really doesnât help you cool you down either. Your eyes look at the door thatâs closed for a reason⌠Itâs locked.
Youâve imagined this scenario one too many times, and you always imagined yourself as the most confident woman in the worldâ But as it happens to you, youâre too shy to really do anything. âIâve seen the way you look at me⌠And thought of a way your pretty face could make up for my ruined shirt.â
âTojiâŚâ Is all that manages to leave your pathetic lips. Youâre not scared, your body is practically begging for his touch. âItâs not appropriate to do what you want to do here.â
âWhy not? The door is locked.â He says as he grabs your hand and puts it on his belt. His lips meet yours, his tongue going past your lips and wandering around in your mouth before it presses against yours. Heâs just like you imagined, intoxicating.
Your hands begin to move on their own, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You canât take too long since you have to get back to work soon, itâll be quick, hopefully. You pull away from the kiss, getting on your knees. You pull down his briefs, letting his cock free from its confinement. Itâs more than you expected.
You lick your lip before biting down and looking up at him. He has a smirk on his face as he waits for you to do more than just stare. Your tongue licks up from the base to the tip before fully wrapping your mouth around it, taking as much as you can get.
You bob your head slowly, starting off slow. And as Toji feels your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock, he thinks that maybe this wasnât his brightest idea. He lets out a breathy moan, feeling so good. Your bobs begin to pick up a bit of speed, and the man stops talking for a second to enjoy the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock.Â
âYou look so pretty on your knees like that. Youâre just a pretty little thing.â He sighs, relieved. He decides to bite his bottom lip, holding back moans so the whole office doesnât hear him as you suck him off. âYour mouth feels so fucking good.â
You look up at him, pleased with what youâre doing. Youâre doing what youâve always thought of doing with himâ But youâre in the office. You canât be doing this. He shouldnât be heard. But he got a bit too caught up, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and your tongue.Â
He grabs the back of your head and pushes your head so you gag on his cock. Itâs your punishment for ruining his shirt. Your gagging is like music to his ears, the greatest melody he has ever heard.
âFuckâ Fuck-â He moans as a couple of tears leave your eyes. He begins to move his hips, which he finds more fun than just pushing your head on his cock. âGod, such a pretty girl taking my cock.â
Heâs completely forgotten about the fact that youâre in the office, and heâs getting loud. Heâs staring down at you, admiring just how beautiful you look with your mouth wrapped around him. He lets out a groan, filling your mouth with his cum.Â
He finally lets go of your head, and you take your mouth off his cock. You swallow most of his cum, but some of it manages to escape and it drips down the corners of your mouth. Toji bends down to clean it up, pressing you to open your mouth so he can wipe the remaining cum on your tongue.Â
âYou have to fix your makeup, by the way. Iâll see you out there.â Toji says, fixing his pants before unlocking the door and leaving you to fix yourself up.
Youâd definitely be mad being left alone so fast after sucking a guy off, but you canât be mad at him. If anything, it makes you want him even more.
âHey, can you help me with this?â Toji asks, eyes focused on the new program that youâre working with. Itâs no surprise that he doesnât know how to use itâ Not that you want to be rude but it makes sense.
After your little encounter in the janitorâs closet, Toji hasnât really tried to do anything else with you. You were slightly disappointed but you managed to move on. What really worried you was any of your co-workers hearing how he moaned while you two just managed to be locked in the janitorâs closet. What really made things confusing was the fact that you came back with no paper towels even though you were going to clean up the mess you just made.Â
âYeah sure.â Youâre sure that it wonât take too long. Youâre off in around thirty minutes, teaching him shouldnât take longer than five minutes.
At least thatâs what you thought, it seems that Toji isnât smart enough to catch on with it quickly. Your co-workers begin to leave one by one, and when youâre the last ones in the office, youâre convinced that Toji isnât even qualified for the job. Until you realize that Toji isnât even paying attention, his eyes have been ogling your cleavage the entire time⌠Itâs not like you can even blame the poor guy since your boobs have been practically on his face the entire time.
âShould we continue this tomorrow? It seems your eyes are elsewhere.â You point out, and he lets out a chuckle.
âI agree. We should continue with that tomorrow. I need help with something else though.â Toji says, clicking out of the program.
âCan we do it tomorrowââ You begin but he shakes his head. You furrow your brows in confusion as you watch him turn off the computer. What exactly does he need help with?
Toji stands up from his chair, taking two steps to get close to you before his hand goes under your chin and he makes you look up at him. It clicks right there and then. Toji didnât need to learn how to use the program, he just wanted to get you all alone in the office.
âI donât think this issue can wait till tomorrow.â His voice becomes husky, and you squeeze your thighs out of reflex. Youâre not planning on fighting it. Heâs been flirtatious with you all morning, and youâve been thinking of him a million different positions he can put you in⌠Curse your dirty mind.Â
âDoes it really? I thought you didnât even want me after⌠Well, you know, the incident in the janitorâs closet. You didnât even try to make a move on me after.â You point out, and Toji laughs. You donât exactly find whatâs funny about this. âWhatâs funny?â
âMaybe youâre just not available for me. Youâre always going out with everyone else, what do you want me to do? Steal you from them? Let them know I want to fuck the shit out of you?â He answers. And maybe heâs right, you have been going out with your other co-workers after work to get a drink, and when itâs not that, heâs out of the office. You really havenât given him much of a chance to ask you out or let him fuck you after work.Â
You wonât admit youâre at fault, therefore you decide to move your hands to the back of his head.
âJust shut up and kiss me.â You tell him, pulling him into a kiss. Itâs not worth spending time arguing any longer since you two clearly want to do something that doesnât involve much talking. While your tongues press against each other, his hands move under your ass to lift you up and put you on his desk.
As he kisses you passionately, his hand goes to your thigh, caressing the soft flesh that your skirt exposes. His hand goes up to your panties, toying with your clothed cunt, working you up. He moves your panties to the side, running his fingers through your already slick folds. He pulls away with a smirk on his face, only to say, âYouâre already so wet for me, pretty girl. But I havenât done anything?â
âShut up.â You sound embarrassed, and you are. Just the thought of him fucking you is enough to make you go crazy.Â
He pushes two fingers into your cunt, his lips landing on yours again. His tongue glides over yours while he curves his fingers, searching for your sweet spot. He knows when he finds it, feeling a moan through your tongue.
His fingers toy with you, while his free hand frees his cock. He pulls his fingers out when his cock is free. He runs the tip through your folds, and he begins to tease you. You hold your breath in anticipation, waiting ever so patiently for Toji to bury himself inside of you.
You breathe in as he pushes himself inside of you. He lets out a breathy moan as your walls wrap around his cock. Fuck, he didnât think you would feel so tight and warm around him⌠Oh fuck, this is too fucking good. How did he not fuck you in the janitorâs closet immediately?
His cock slowly stretches you out, and you bite your bottom lip, holding back from being loud. Thereâs no one around, but you still donât want to draw any attention to yourself.
Toji starts off slow but quickly picks up speed. Youâre taking him so well, and fuck, do you look beautiful. Heâs surprised he hadnât made a move soonerâ But he couldnât, he had no way of knowing that you liked him. Not until he caught you daydreaming while staring at him. Â
âYouâre so fucking pretty.â He tells you as his head goes to the crook of your neck. He licks it before biting down lightly. His head remains buried on your neck, where he lets his moans out so they come out muffled. âAnd your pussy is so fucking tight.â
Heâs too lost in pleasure to even have noticed how your hand had gone down and now youâre playing with your clit. He hears your sweet moans in the air, which is truly the best music that has ever graced his ears. Fuck, he could ask you to marry him right then and there just to hear that every morning and night.
âOh fuck, Tojiââ Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Tojiâs hitting just the right spot, and he doesnât even know it. Youâre squeezing around him as your orgasm nears. You had many ideas on how your work day would end, but you truly didnât expect to be on cloud nine when it ended.
Thank the heavens for Toji. Thatâs all you can think about when you reach your high, loudly moaning his name which echoes in the empty office building.Â
Tojiâs breath gets caught up in his chest, his thrusts getting sloppy as his release approaches. He doesnât want this to end yetâ But maybe he could invite you out to dinner and then take you back to his place. The night doesnât have to end so soonâŚÂ
His nails dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he reaches his release, his hot cum filling you up. Toji remains buried inside of you for a moment, while you both take a moment to regulate your breath. He pulls out and fixes your panties quickly before his cum gets everywhere.
Youâre both quiet as you gather your stuff to leave. You wait for each other to go to the elevator, and even when youâre inside the lift, youâre awfully quiet for a pair of people that just had sex.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, then.â You smile at Toji when you get to your floor. He grabs your hand before you can walk away and he proposes,
âLetâs actually grab a drink.â
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I loved this request! To add on the baby fever, but this has a little bit of sadness, when baby Eliza looses that newborn baby scrunch, meaning that she's no more a newborn and she's growing. I was loosing it when my cousin did this (we're like 5 years apart)
For those unfamiliar with the newborn scrunch: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLFYCP6t/
THE NEWBORN SCRUNCH! It is the cutest of cuteness. I can't even imagine how I'm going to feel when I someday have a baby and they stop doing this lol. Probably react like Reader, ngl đ
Warnings: Mom!Reader, Dad!Eddie, Eddie should get kneed in the balls for suggesting having another baby so soon after Reader giving birth
Words: 1.2k
âWell, good morning my little cutie pie.â
Eliza gazes up at you from her bassinet, her little legs kicking within the confines of her pink teddy bear footie pajamas.Â
âMorning, sweet pea.â Eddie comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder as he smiles down at your infant daughter.Â
âReady to get up and start the day?â you ask, fighting back a yawn. Eliza has gotten on a more consistent sleep schedule, but youâre still nowhere close to your preferred eight hours. âBabe, can you grab an outfit for her?â
âSure thing.â Eddie barely takes two steps towards the door to head across the hall to the nursery before hearing you whimper. He immediately spins back around and takes in the situation with wide eyes. âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Whatâs going on?â
Youâre still facing the bassinet, Eliza held out in front of you. Eddie can see the baby hanging from your grip, her eyes going over your shoulder to squint at her father.
Slowly, you turn to face him, hugging Eliza to your chest. Eddie sees the tears building up in your eyes and comes to your side.
âHey, what is it?â he asks.
âS-SheâŚâ You sniffle and shake your head, unable to vocalize it. Her soft downy hair tickles your cheek as you cradle her. âShe didnât do the scrunch.â
Your husbandâs face pinches up into a confused frown. His eyes slide to the left, then right, trying to figure out what the hell youâre talking about.Â
âTheâŚscrunch?â he asks.Â
âThe scrunch!â you whine. âThe newborn scrunch!â
By the petulant tone of your voice, Eddie is pretty sure that you wouldâve stomped your foot on the ground like a child if you werenât holding your baby. The look on his face clearly conveys that he has no idea what youâre talking about because you sigh and continue to explain without any further nudge.
âYou know how when you pick her up her little legs pull up towards her chest? Like sheâs curling in on herself?â
âOh,â Eddie says as it dawns on him. âYeah, yeah, now I know what you mean.â
âShe didnât do it when I picked her up.â The wobble in your voice is clear and noticeable even before Eddie sees your bottom lip trembling. âSheâs not my newborn anymore.â
âOf course she is,â Eddie says, placing a hand on the middle of your back and rubbing soothing circles there. âSheâs only six weeks old.â
âShe's already six weeks old!â you cry, the tears finally falling free past the lash line.Â
âAw, sweetheart.â Eddie chuckles, not unkindly, as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears away.Â
âSânot funny,â you mumble, gently resting your head against your daughterâs.
Strong, warm arms wrap around you from the side, and youâre pulled up against a solid frame. A few soft kisses are pressed to the side of your face.
âIâm not laughing at you, baby,â he coos. âI think itâs cute, though.â
âCute that Iâm emotional over our baby growing up?â Your voice is harsher than you intended, but Eddie knows you donât mean any harm by it. All of your hormones are still out of whack from pregnancy and giving birth.Â
The end of her scrunch is just the first sign of her growing up. Suddenly you see her walking, saying her first words, going to her first day of pre-school, learning to ride a bike, having her first relationship, going to prom, graduating high school. The cherry on top is her packing up the car to head to college. More tears sting the back of your eyes at the thought. All of a sudden, her mere six weeks seem like a flash in the pan.Â
âI think youâre cute,â Eddie amends. âElizaâs still our newborn, though. Sheâs going to get stronger, and her little habits and cues are going to change, but she still needs her Mommy and Daddy for everything. Hell, I donât think the boys could survive without us, either.â
Logic doesnât always help even out the emotions, but your husbandâs attempt does break through the surface. With a soft sniffle, you nod your head in agreement. Of course, Eliza is still your newborn and completely dependent on you. It doesnât mean that you wonât have the same emotional upheaval when she can hold her head up on her own for the first time, but itâs comforting right now.Â
Eddie has been doing a great job of letting you be a first-time mom and have all the emotions and experiences that go along with it, but sometimes his experience of having had two babies already helps ground you.Â
âYouâre right.â You exhale a deep breath and nod your head. âBut I am still going to miss the scrunch.â
âGuess weâll just have to have another one then, huh? Since youâre going to miss the scrunch,â your husband teases.
Slowly, you turn your head and give him a playful glare. The doctor just gave you the okay to start having sex again. The thought of pushing another baby out of your poor aching body is enough to threaten Eddie with never having sex again.Â
âWhen you give birth, we can have all the babies you want,â you say.
Eddie laughs and presses a few kisses against your hair.
âDeal. Alright, let me go get her some clothes.â Eddie gives your side a loving squeeze before heading out into the hallway.
âDaddyâs right,â you say to Eliza as you gently rock her. âYouâre still my new baby girl. I mean, look at these little fingers!â You offer her one of your index fingers and her fist instinctively curls around it. A smile grows on your face as you lift her small hand to your lips and press quick kisses against her knuckles.Â
âBabe?â Eddie says as he grabs onto the bedroom door frame and leans into the room. âWhereâs her yellow polka dot onesie? The one with the pink buttons.â
âHmm?â You look at Eddie over your shoulder before turning to face him properly. âOh, I packed it away a few days ago. She doesnât fit into it anymore.â
Eddie frowns as he lets go of the doorframe and takes a few stumbling steps into the room. His messy bedhead sways with the movement.
âWhat?â
âYeah, the buttons wouldnât stretch to snap shut anymore,â you tell him.
A harsh sigh makes you look up at your husband. He crosses his arms over his chest and itâs a frighteningly similar look to when Luke is told he canât have cookies before dinner.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âThat was my favorite outfit of hers,â Eddie huffs.
You try your best to hide a smile, but biting your lip can only do so much. Now you realize what Eddie meant when he called you âcuteâ moments ago. Your husbandâs pouting is currently rivaling Elizaâs adorableness.Â
âItâs okay, Eds,â you tell him.
âHow many clothes did you pack?â he asks, coming closer to you.
âA bunch of newborn ones that are too small now.â
âEliza,â Eddie whines. He rests his chin on your shoulder and reaches around you to grab her tiny foot. âWhy you getting so big? Stop growing up.â
Itâs impossible for you not to chuckle at his words. Oh, how the tables have turned.Â
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the nameless stowaway | yandere! capitano x reader
summary: while on a ship trying to get to natlan, the captain found a way to pass time; watching you, a stowaway.
content warning: the captain killed someone and that's about it!! (tell me if I missed anything)
for two days and three long nights had the captain been on this ship as it aimlessly navigated the sea.
it started on the second day when the ship went slightly off course. the captain of the ship could not figure out how to get back on course and now, the captain was forced to remain on the ship and slowly get sick of it and everyone on the ship.
besides him, eight other people occupied the ship, not including the captain of the ship... oh, and you were also there.
you were a sneaky stowaway and he only ever caught glances of you at night - watching as you snagged snacks from people's bags and ran back to wherever you had come from.
he didn't mind, nor did he care enough to stop you, that was, as long as you didn't try it on him.
but, tonight was a bit different - instead of stealing from people's bags, you snuck into the galley and shut the door behind yourself. the captain chuckled, you would have a feast tonight.
most of the passengers had felt too sick to eat that morning, so most of the food had been left untouched.
you had eaten all that you could, hoping it would keep you full enough for the next two days before creeping out of the galley. you knew that the captain knew, and considering all you had heard about him, you were afraid that one day he could come and behead you for stealing people's food.
but he hadn't, not yet at least.
you went back to your hiding place, behind a large pile of luggage, and snuggled up in your thin, sort of damp blanket and rested - soon enough, you'd be in natlan.
...
when a storm came, and the waves got violet and rocked the ship - you could not rest behind the luggage, let alone outside. you got up from where you rested, blanket over your shoulder as the cold rain pelted down on your skin.
no one was out; all of them rested in the berth, and you could not enter it since you had snuck onto the ship.
at this point, you were shivering, tumbling, and drenched in rain - seeing no point in your blanket anymore, you tossed it away, as you did, you saw the captain, standing at the door of the berth... exiting it?
you stilled, this was the perfect time for him to kill you, right? he would toss you overboard and no one would notice or even know that he had killed you, maybe, or maybe he would draw his sword and chop you up into little piec-
"I'm sure you must be regretting your decision to sneak onto this ship now, right?" it was an idle conversation or perhaps a threat, was he threatening to tell everyone?
"oh? sorta... but, it'll be fine once we get to natlan."
"I doubt we'll make it to natlan. it seems more likely that we end up back in snezhaya," the captain sighed afterward - he would have to report to the tsaritsa and blame the captain of the ship which seemed all so childish.
"huh? I thought this ship was headed to natlan..."
oh, you looked so very disappointed. the captain shook his head, "that's no longer the case. the captain has no idea where he's headed."
"aren't you the captain?"
"the captain of the ship," he clarified, shrugging his coat from his shoulders and approaching you, placing it over your trembling shoulders, "I'm afraid i cannot make room for you in the berth - you'll have to make do with my coat."
...
and, of course, you made due.
you survived the storm - you might have come down with something but you survived. as you lay in your hiding spot, the large coat over your shoulders, you waited for the passengers to finish their breakfast so you could have the leftovers.
it was a while before you heard the passengers quiet down, and you figured they had split up, leaving the galley, so you got up, leaving the coat behind, and snuck into the galley.
they had hardly left anything behind today.
"hm..." still, you ate whatever was left behind. though it wasn't filling, it was something and you were grateful.
after finishing, you turned to leave but there stood the captain - wait, how long has he been standing there? "have you been watching me?"
"nonsense," he replied with a firm shake of his head, before stepping past you, "I see you haven't changed in your ways?" was he teasing? of course you haven't changed! you were starving and-
the captain set a plate of untouched biscuits and other foods on the counter, "woah... where'd you get those from?" you inched towards the plate, grabbed the biscuit, and ate it.
"it's all leftovers."
"those guys are hogs," you mumbled as you stuffed your face with another biscuit.
and the captain bit back a smile.
...
it was times like these where you doubted if you'd survive - for the last five days, all you could smell was saltwater and humid air, and now, you could smell nothing.
you hadn't bothered to get up for a while now - instead, you remained curled up in the captain's coat, pitying yourself.
perhaps this wasn't worth it...
"stowaway, where are you?"
it was the captain. he had been looking for you for a while now - he was under the assumption that you had fallen overboard but he couldn't be sure since he did not know where you went to hide every day after snagging food.
you didn't want to reply, but found yourself doing so anyway, "'m here."
the captain paused and turned to face the pile of luggage. "have you been hiding here the entire time?"
"yeah..."
you didn't sound well, not at all. the captain pushed the luggage aside and though you groaned and protested, he tugged you out of your hiding spot, his coat still wrapped around you.
"you took no precaution before getting onto the ship, did you?" the captain looked at you - sickly and pale, and sighed. "stay here, don't move an inch," he instructed you before standing and walking off.
first, he ruins your hiding spot, and then he walks off? it was a shame you were too tired to fuss about it.
when the captain came back, he had a warm drink in hand. he crouched down to your level, took your hand, and placed the drink into your hand, "I doubt it'll cure you, but, you're deathly cold, it will surely warm you but I'm afraid this is all i can do to help."
"thank you," you mumbled before sipping at the drink.
while you sipped at your drink, the captain fixed your hiding spot that he had ruined and felt the urge to give you another one of his coats to keep you comfortable, but he resisted.
...
each day, the captain would bring you a warm drink to help your cold clear up, and though he doubted it would work, you were already feeling much better.
you had crawled out of your hiding spot for the first time in a while, the captain's coat over your shoulders and you snuck to the galley.
just as you opened the door, you knew you had messed up - there was a man inside, and he had seen you.
you weakly smiled at the man, as you took a step back while he took steps towards you, "are you the rat that's been stealing all the leftovers?"
"i... um, maybe?"
"and are you the rat that's been stealing from people's luggage?"
"yes, but i'm sorry! i won't do it again, i promise-"
everything you had said was enough to piss the man off and the sight of you wearing the captain's coat only made him angrier.
the man grabbed your upper arm and tugged you along with him, even as you whined and tried to explain yourself, he did not listen.
"look, I'm sorry i won't do it again-"
"i don't wanna hear it from you-"
"I'll take the stowaway from here," it was the captain, once again swooping in and saving you, "good looking out. I'll make sure they cause you no more trouble."
the captain grabbed your arm and tugged you from the man's grip, pulling you along as he walked off, out of the man's sight. "you need to stay put," the captain commented as he brought you back to your hiding spot, "go on. I'll bring you something to eat - I'll do that for you every day, will that keep you out of trouble?"
"you don't have to-"
"I will. now, stay out of trouble."
...
"what'd you do with that stowaway?"
"i did away with them."
"really now?"
"of course. i would not lie."
"good, if you hadn't stopped me that day, i would have done it mysel-"
the man could do nothing but scream as he fell overboard and into the cold water.
soon enough he would die.
this was the preferable way, there was no need for the captain to bloody his sword over something so trivial.
...
"don't you feel hot wearing all of that armor?"
"not particularly."
"what about the mask, isn't that hot?"
"no."
"is that your hair?"
reaching forward, you tangled your fingers in his long black hair, "it is," the captain gently nudged your hand away, "there's no need to touch, though."
as sweet as you were, he had seen you sneeze into your hand moments earlier.
"my bad," you apologized, setting your hand to your side, "do i have to give you your coat back ever?"
"we've been over this, no? i have many other coats, so, keep that one," the captain replied, looking at you and the way your lip twitched at his reply.
"look at that cloud," you pointed above the two of you, and the captain looked up, "it's heart-shaped."
"I see that," he nodded before glancing at you; the way you smiled at a silly cloud was - hm, the captain found himself smiling while looking at you.
odd.
"wait-" you stood up, quickly running towards the railing and pointed ahead, "do you see that?? isn't that land??"
the captain also stood and looked to where you were pointing, and indeed, it was land. "you have a keen eye," the captain looked at you, at the way you grinned, at the way you held yourself, and dare he say he would miss you.
"ohmigosh!!" you cheered, leaning further over the railing to see where you were going... you saw snow and your shoulders dropped, "no way..."
the captain chuckled, looking at you once more, "this was all such an inconvenience," but, in a way, it felt worth it; after all, he was able to meet you.
"you were pretty cool, thanks for the coat... and um, thank you for not throwing me overboard or something," you looked up at the captain to see he was already looking at you.
"I wouldn't dream of harming you," the captain assured you and though you couldn't see it, he had hearts in his eyes as he looked at you.
he did not want this ship to reach snezhnaya - he preferred things stay the way they were but he knew that couldn't happen.
the captain was patient; he could wait. a person like you wouldn't give up on their dreams so easily.
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Match Made in Grey Haven
prompt: ( requested ) you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.
pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader
fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power
word count: 2.9k+
note: it's not much, i'm so sorry.
warnings: takes place BEFORE the events of TROP, abrupt ending, small hurt mostly comfort, feelings are hard, author is very abrasive and isn't sure this is conveyed fully as "shy" so i'm sorry, anxiety, unedited, wonky brain goes wonky, fluff, small drama, lost + healthy family relationships, romance, friends-to-lovers.
part two: The Risk
"You appear ill at-ease," CĂrdan mentioned as he casually strolled from the shadows of his workshop, the last of the day lingering in a warm glow, "which I am not accustomed to seeing on a face such as yours."
Elrond, busy at work carving one of the perfect ships his old master was crafting a fleet of, barely slowed down but did glance up in acknowledgment. He sniffled hastily, looking back at the pliable wood under his hands.
"Merely focused, my Lord, nothing more."
"Hm," CĂrdan hummed, pacing around slowly, hands clasped behind his back, chin up, shoulders back, grey locks glistening in familiar waves, "interesting choice of words."
"How so?" Elrond paused to pet the curve of the wood, trying in vain to hide his true bubbling feelings. He went straight back to work, aware CĂrdan watched him closely.
"Y/N said the exact same." This made the High King's Herald pause in full, CĂrdan smirking, "Ah, just as I suspected."
"I do not think - "
"You fool nobody but yourself," CĂrdan chuckled, waving off Elrond's words and stepping closer to admire the boat carving. "She cares for you, too, you know?"
"With respect, my Lord... But you are mistaken," Elrond deflected. "Your granddaughter and I, we are merely friends - if that. We only exchange letters - "
"And feelings," CĂrdan pointed out, watching Elrond flush under his interrogation. Just outside the doors, you approached, thinking you would fetch your grandfather for supper; slowing when the older, wiser Elf tisked, "Ah, come now, Elrond, do not look so forlorn, there are worst fates than that of emotional - "
"With respect," Elrond repeated, cutting CĂrdan off, your hand hovering over the door handle, "there are no emotions involved when it comes to your granddaughter."
You froze.
"Yet I will not believe that," CĂrdan shot back.
"There is little to be said that might sway you, my Lord, but it is true. We are..." You listened as Elrond took a sharp inhale, "We are friends, nothing more. Our foundation lays in companionship, we exchange letters - share our thoughts, ideas, and feelings. There's nothing more."
CĂrdan hummed in amusement, "That so? Then... Why, in the past 6 months, have you come here - what is it? Six? Seven times?"
"Eight," Elrond corrected automatically, wincing when your grandfather chuckled and you lowered your hand. Yet you did not walk away yet.
"You claim business with the High King brings you to us so frequently," CĂrdan continued, "yet, the matters discussed can be solved through letters alone. Nothing that deems an emissary. So, tell me in truth... Why?"
"My Lord?"
"Why do you come? I know it is not for Gil-Galad alone, so, tell me in truth, why the frequent trips?"
You could hear Elrond resume his wood carving and you became acutely aware of your position. Backing away, you fled the scene, petrified over the idea of being caught; yet your mind was stuffed full with what you heard. It'd been years since you first met Elrond, the young, fresh, baby-faced Herald of the High King; and while initially fascinatingly attracted to him, you were detrimentally shy.
Like, so shy, it makes you mute - to an extent.
He wasn't a Herald yet, though, and came to apprentice under your grandfather. Elrond became a constant presence around the Grey Havens - a talented, shining star of a student who studied diligently. You admired his work from afar at first, then, CĂrdan asked you to row one of Elrond ships around the harbor.
It was well known you were the apple of CĂrdan's eye; his favorite thing in the material world, the reason he refused to give himself over to the Valar yet. He was supposed to sail... But his daughter was soon to give birth, so he waited; and thankfully, because plague claimed your father and mother from complications of your birth. So, CĂrdan raised you.
Elrond panicked at CĂrdan's request, stepping into your pathway without thought and gasping, "No!" You shied back into your grandfather's side, the dark haired Elf amending swiftly, "I apologize, I-I did not mean to be so - so abrupt. But... Let me work a few more days, ensure it is to perfection."
You smiled gently and nodded, CĂrdan smirking and leading you away - the start of a formal friendship. After testing Elrond's boat (when ready), you sent him a note that expressed your impression and complimenting his woodworking skills, even saying you looked forward to his future creations.
His first letter back to you was one of thousands, and the start of his Heraldry.
Yet now, in present day, you wondered if these letters weren't enough and if he thought you untruthful in your declaration of affection. While your companionship had now lasted decades, you were still insecure enough that you lose wit, cheek, and tongue when he's around. And now, the past half a year, you've seen him eight times and couldn't muster your courage, and perhaps, it wasn't enough for Elrond anymore.
You just expressed yourself better in words! And you didn't leave CĂrdan's side; you did not venture around Middle-earth, never left your sanctuary. You adored Elrond's accounts of adventures and travels and work, it was your only time to "live", even if vicariously.
Now, worriment set in; anxious that you weren't enough.
"Ah," CĂrdan hummed as he and Elrond entered your humble home for supper, "it smells divine in here, sweet girl."
"Thank you," you whispered, setting the table for the meal as Elrond was the one who would not meet your eye.
"I'll be a moment, I need to wash up," he excused himself, always presentable; forever perfect.
You just sighed as he slipped from the room; a typical guest in your home, especially with his...recent increased business from the High King. "You seem pensive," CĂrdan noted, taking the bowl of salad to the table for you. "Is there anything on your mind you wish to discuss?"
"Nothing of note."
"Then speak to me of something not of note."
"If it is of no note, Grandfather, why give it voice?"
"Because it still takes up room, be it in your head and heart - which gives it validation to speak of."
You paused at the table, finding him grinning, offering an unamused glare. "I told you not to do that," you reprimanded softly.
"Do what?"
"Your - little - your pearls wisdom!" You groaned childishly, collapsing into a chair. "You can let me stew and figure things out for myself, we do not always have to speak of matters. It is an unfair advantage that I am inundated with your pearls and others toil for direction!"
CĂrdan chuckled, folding his hands before his dinner plate. "To complain of such an advantage is - "
"I know."
"Then why do it?"
"Because..."
"You are frustrated with your own emotion that you refuse to give life to?"
With a huff, you nodded, "Exactly."
"What is the matter?"
Your head shook in deflection, "Perhaps, I am just overwhelmed. I think I'll take a walk - "
"But supper - "
"I'll eat later," you promised, reaching out to lay your hand on his and smile, "I just need a few moments to breathe. Eat, enjoy, I'll find you later."
You left before another word could be spoken. When Elrond reentered the kitchen, he only found CĂrdan and wondered, "Where's Y/N?"
"She seemed distraught, saddened by something. She decided to go for a walk, clear her head a bit."
"Right," Elrond nodded, feeling awkward just standing there.
"Come, sit, eat," CĂrdan invited with a small smirk, "she's probably gone off to the workshop, she likes to write there. Says it's more inspiring than the library. Come, Elrond... She'll be awhile."
Elrond frowned and looked to the door, CĂrdan knowing his words were replaying in the half-Elf's mind. "Perhaps I should check on her?" He asked his old Master. "It would be wrong to eat without the chef, would it not?"
"I was thinking the same," the older, greying Elf nodded, "though you waste your time, that girl is stubborn - trapped in her mind too often."
"How do you mean?"
"It's why she writes," CĂrdan explained, "at least, why she writes you, I imagine. She often loses her voice, feels as if she is not entitled to it's very being - so, she writes, uses her words... And seemingly, you understand them best - relate to her, in a way. So," he took a breath, "go, if you wish, but know, she's unlikely to speak."
Elrond was out the door before CĂrdan could uncork the bottle of wine left on the table. He smirked to himself, musing, "Oh, these kids..."
You had left your home and made a beeline for your grandfather's workshop, shutting the doors with a great big breath of relief before groaning in emotional frustration. "Oh, how silly!" You snipped to yourself, "This is all so silly, it makes no sense! I mean, the way I just shut down? It's so silly! Losing my voice? Over a man? Oh, just rubbish!" Your hands shook out violently. "I just need to say it, you know? I just need to say it - then he knows, he'll know and I can get rid of this silly feeling. He deserves to hear me say it, else he might think he's unwelcome, he might not want to visit..." You were unaware of Elrond approaching the door, opening it as you groaned once more, "OH! He's just a lad! He's just like you, you silly lass! Well, not entirely just like me - but he's just - he's just Elrond! What is there to fear!?"
"Is there someone else here I should address?" Elrond smirked gently as he stepped forward to make himself known, "Or do you often speak of me, to yourself?"
You squeaked and came to a halt, dress twirling around your ankles when you spun to face him. Hands came together, instantly threading your fingers and wringing them together nervously as your visitor smiled gently and slowly (so slowly) stepped forward. With a deep breath, you greeted, "Lord Elrond."
"Oh, please," he sighed, "are we not past formalities?"
"Far beyond," you agreed, shaking your head and facing the open wall that showcased the harbor and horizon; the last of the sunlight streaking the sky with water-painted color.
"It felt wrong to indulge on such a gorgeous creature without the architect being there to experience it first," he told you, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with respectable distance still between you. "Yet you fled before..."
"I'm sorry," you blurted out, feeling suffocated briefly, "I could not linger."
"Is there a reason to feel unwelcome in your own home?"
You took a breath, "Well, um, it's just - it's you... You are the reason..."
Elrond startled, "What? I-I'm sorry, what have I done? What did I do?"
"You're you," you turned to him, "and that's not your fault, but you're you, and it drives me to insanity."
"I don't think I follow? I thought - in our letters, I thought we had a connection. That we understood one another...? And now that I'm here, you shy away from me, have I truly offended you so gravely?"
"No, Elrond, you have not offended me - it's the opposite," you risked your own comfort and reached out for his bicep first; which, in turn, made him step closer. "You are not betrayed, nor are you mistaken. There's a connection, of course there is. I do not know anyone who could fake such affection for such an extended period of time," you scoffed.
"Perhaps Sauron - "
"But you nor I are he."
"No," Elrond smiled gently, shifting his arms downward to hold your elbows and caress you into his chest as your hands were rearranged to his chest, "we are not, thank the Valar."
"I do not deceive you. The affection I hold for you, it's authentic and genuine. It's real, Elrond, it's real..."
"It is?" He asked, lifting a hand to hold your jaw; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.
"It is. I was just... You disarm me. You make me small again, you make me tongue-tied, confused, excited - like everything is new again. And it both scares and invigorates me that I do not know what to do in those moments, so I hide from you. In your letters, I can plan my words; but when you're here, in front of me, under my hands," you cooed, petting his velvet tunic, "I lose my nerve. My senses..."
Elrond chuckled, hands drifting down to hold you by the base of your ribcage, "This... This is a relief to hear. I worried I offended you, that I had upset you in some way. That I ruined this before it had a chance to take shape."
"Hardly," you mused. "I lose my nerve around you, I feel so silly - so young and green to love..."
"'Love'?" He repeated.
"Oh, I just - I only meant - "
"Take comfort in the fact that the feeling is mutual, my sweet." Elrond chuckled, caressing your cheek lovingly, "I fear the High King may grow tired of me asking to personally deliver CĂrdan his letters."
"Perhaps I will have to find reason to visit you?"
"I would like that, perhaps more than I should admit," he whispered, slowly lowering his lips onto yours for a much awaited kiss - giving you every opportunity to back out, but it's not like you ever would. Not when you've waited for this for so long. His hand now cupped your jaw, sliding sweetly towards the back of your neck. Kissing Elrond was everything you thought: soft, gentle, evenly-paced, commandeering, all encompassing, and mind-numbing; you never wanted this to end, you never wanted to stop kissing him.
However, your moment was cut short by a loud crunching; pulling back as Elrond did, both turning to the main doors to spy your grandfather, CĂrdan, standing there smugly. He was holding a bowl made of bamboo, eating a crisp salad, barely holding back his grin. Upon seeing his mirthful expression, you deflated into Elrond's chest; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you anchored in place while the other dropped to open his stance - proving he didn't feel defensive.
"Grandfather?" You questioned softly.
"Mh," he swallowed his bite, "don't mind me, just appreciating the fruits of my labor."
"I beg your pardon?" You laughed.
CĂrdan shrugged, "You are both young and intelligent. Wise. Insightful," he listed, "yet you are so naĂŻve to think this union was yours alone."
Elrond glanced down at you in confusion, brows furrowed, asking, "What do you mean, my Lord?"
"Grandfather, it was Elrond and I who penned letters for decades - "
"Indeed," CĂrdan agreed, "but why do you think the High King has sent Lord Elrond to us so often these past few months?"
You were both stunned into silence, Elrond asking, "You? You asked him to...to send me?"
"I did," CĂrdan nodded, "it is disheartening to see my granddaughter, whom I love so utterly and dearly, driven into isolation because emotions can be so complicated and difficult. It was time for you two to finally confront your emotions, and after three months, we both knew we had to up our efforts..."
"The High King was in on this!?" You squeaked, feeling embarrassment seize your heart.
"You know, despite being High King, Gil-Galad is still fun," CĂrdan defended with a smirk. "So, he devised new engagements to send Elrond here for - giving the two of you longer days together between my responses. He agreed to send Herald Elrond himself here upon my encouragement. From your first interaction, I saw what you two have always felt. It's good of you to admit your feelings, is it not? Relieving, I mean?"
"Terribly," you agreed, Elrond rubbing your waist in support.
"Well, then you'll be happy to know, I've begun my response to Gil-Galad, so you'll have a few more days here, Elrond. I expect that boat done," he teased, "and upon your return to Lindon, I will be sending my granddaughter to accompany you as my own emissary."
"What for?" You breathed in shocked happiness, lips turning up brightly.
"It is time you begin a new education, my girl," he grinned, "and the High King has granted his blessing."
"Why would the High King be involved for my education?"
"I want you on a tour of Middle-earth," he explained, "meeting dignitaries, taking notes on what you see, hear, experience. I want detailed accounts, my girl, for our records so the King has agreed to send Herald Elrond to guide your tour."
"You've done all of that... For me?" You couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes, pure glee lightening your heart and head. Then, a sudden thought made you worry, "Why? Do you wish to away with me?"
"On the contrary," Cirdan set aside his bowl and approached you, Elrond letting go so you two could meet in the middle of the workshop, "I despise the idea of letting you go, even to carry my work back to the High King... Knowing you'll return shortly... But sending you on this tour is a necessity, sweet girl, because I only trust your written accounts. It's time... It's time for you to see the world I've long protected you from as it truly is and bring us back update records and accounts, and who better to show it to you than Elrond Peredhel?" He smiled, looking over your shoulder at his ex-student. You felt Elrond near your flank, CĂrdan looking at the two of you fondly; even reaching out to caress your cheek as he breathed in deeply. "What joy my heart feels, knowing you two have found one another."
"What joy we feel you decided to play matchmaker," you chuckled.
"Well, they say perfection only exists in Valinor, but I was determined to challenge that."
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hysteria
kinktober, day twenty-eight
a/n: look, we already know that I'm a nerd when it comes to medical history, so this really shouldn't come as a surprise. only thing surprising about it is how fucking long it took for me to finally write this kinda fic, damn, because this fantasy is ancient.
summary: âmiss, Iâm afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.â
warnings:Â doctor!aleksander morozova x innocent!reader, smut, dubcon, historical au, medical kink, time accurate sexism, fingering, sex toys (vibrator, fuck machine), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, size kink, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation
word count: 1607
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Eyes glued to the clipboard in his hand, doctor Morozova quietly read up from the list of symptoms he had just scribbled down, ââŚunmarried, insomnia, increased nervousness during social interactions⌠miss,â he then lifted his obsidian gaze and told you gravely, âIâm afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.â
âI-I do?âÂ
âYes, Iâm terribly sorry,â he laid the papers down on the desk before him, âseems like your womb is not where itâs supposed to be and that can cause all sorts of problems as you can see by your symptoms.â
Fingers weaved so tightly in the fabric in your lap it nearly broke through, ruining your dress, your panic began to bubble out, âwhat should I do, doctor? Is there a cure?â
âThere is,â he nodded, subtly raising a hand up to soothe your nerves, âthe way to relieve this disorder is by causing something called a hysterical paroxysm,â he informed, abruptly redirecting his stare down upon the woodgrain of the tabletop, ânow, usually, if a woman is married, the husband is to perform the treatment, but since youâre not,â his eyes flickered back up to find yours, âIâll help rid your body of this ailment.â
âReally? Thank you,â you gasped, âwhat, uh, what does it entail?â
âOh, itâs simple enough,â he waved a casual hand, âyou just rid yourself of your undergarments and lay down on the exam table for me.â
âI-âŚâ you blinked, eyes wide before you swallowed, ââŚalrightâŚâ
Getting up from the chair opposing his desk, you walked around the flimsy partition set up in the corner. Reaching under your dress, you timidly pulled your underwear down your legs, past your stockings and off. Folding the garment in a neat little bundle, you settled it on the small stool that stood back here before stepping back out from behind the cover.Â
Now settled at the bottom of the exam table on a seat, he gestured for you to get up onto the slab before you apprehensively did so.Â
âIf you would please just put your feet up in these stirrups,â he adjusted the metal legs below you, âthen we can get started.âÂ
As you then shifted, settling your feet into place, your skirts tented and began to ride up, a gust of crisp air kissing your exposed centre and causing your cheeks to heat up. Â
Hearing his chair scoot closer, you then felt his touch softly ghost from your knees all the way up your thighs till his fingers were gently prying your petals apart. After taking a good look, he then briefly retracted his touch, unscrewing a nearby dark glass jar, swiping up some of the glossy contents before grazing through your folds once more, the cool temperature of the lubrication causing you to suck in a sharp breath.Â
âSorry, if itâs a bit cold,â he murmured as he continued to smear it in.Â
Head faintly shaking, âitâs fine,â you tried just to focus on your breathing.Â
Pushing your dress a bit more out of the way, he told you, âjust try and relax for me, it will go by a lot smoother if you relax,â his touch then suddenly changed, ânow, tell me,â zeroing in and pressing down on your clit in a way that made the office around you go fuzzy, âhow does that feel?âÂ
Blinking down at him, you found that his vision was already firm on you, âI-⌠I donât know⌠how is it supposed to feel?â
âItâs supposed to feel good,â he rubbed a bit harder, âso, does it feel good?â
âI-I guess so,â your vision fluttered back up towards the ceiling, the doctorâs dark eyes being too much to stand, âyeah.â
âGood, good,â his attentive touch then shifted, ânow let me just have a feel inside. Deep breath for me,â your lungs expanded at his command, âthere you go,â and his long finger pressed inside, gently curving it around against your walls as he examined, âyep, there it is⌠your womb, itâs in the completely wrong spot,â he swiftly worked another digit in, watching as you stretched around his fingers, âitâs good that you came in now before it got even worse,â pulling back out, he ended the contact with an unnecessary rub against your buzzing clit.
As he then scooted a bulky and mysterious machine over, you asked nervously, âw-what is that?â
âJust a little apparatus thatâs gonna help cure you,â he twisted a vaguely phallic shape into place at the end of the deviceâs long arm. After noticing your startled expression, you felt his warm hand sprawl across your thigh, âdonât worry, love. Itâs all gonna be just fine,â lining it up, âjust try and lay still,â he turned a switch and the attachment slowly drove into you.Â
âOh my god!â your palm slammed down against the exam table.Â
âShh, itâs alright,â he caught your eye till your body slowly began to give in, calming under his gaze. Reaching his right hand up, he tickled your puff as the gadget slowly eased in and out of you, âyouâre doing great so far, just relax for me,â you saw his free fingers sneak down to enclose around the apparatusâs knob once more, turning the speed further up. Â
Feeling like you might fall off the table entirely, you panted, âdoctor, I think something might be wrong.â
âNothingâs wrong, love,â he nearly chuckled, âthis is how itâs supposed to feel,â smiling as you let go an uncontainable moan, knees nearly closing as you tumbled over the edge, âthere it is, good, goodâŚâ
Expecting for the machine to be shut off, the doctor instead pushed your trembling knees aside and conjured a bulky ward-like device that buzzed in his tight grip, the other hand firm on your leg as he pressed the vibrator against your sensitive pearl, âah! Doctor! What are you-â
âWeâre not done yet,â he stated firmly, vision fixated on the mess he was turning you into.Â
The squelching of your pussy cut through the loud buzzing of the gizmos, âbut itâs too much, I canât-â
âYou wanna get better, donât you?â
Fists tight in your dress, crumbled at your waist, you let out a shaky, âyes.â
âThen quit your whining and let me treat you,â his stare snapped up as he warned you, âif you keep that up then Iâll have no other choice but to restrain you, is that what you want?â
âN-no,â the overwhelming sensation caused you to tremble like a leaf.Â
âBe a good girl and take it.â
When the second wave hit, it crashed into you so fiercely that you let out a lewd scream.Â
âThere you go, thatâs it!â the doctor bellowed as your pussy gushed, crying out around the intense toys, âoh, fuckâŚâ unable to peel his eyes away as he finally turned off the machines, additional juices squirting out as they withdrew.Â
Limbs twitching, you hazily asked, âwas that it? Are we done?â
Palming himself through his pants, his gaze stayed glued to your weeping core, ânot quite yet, miss⌠that release of excess fluids was a very good sign, very good sign indeed, but weâre not quite done⌠thereâs still more that needs to get out in order for your uterus to align itself again,â your eyes then flicked down to his fingers as they worked at the buttons on his slacks, swiftly freeing something much bigger than the apparatus he had just fucked you with.Â
âDoctor?â your eyes grew as he stepped closer, rubbing his tip against you in a way that made your eyes flutter.Â
Finally meeting your gaze, he uttered, âplease, call me Aleksander,â before thrusting his hips forward, stretching you apart with his cock. Fingers digging into your thighs, he glanced back down and smirked, âI think your womb just needs a little reminder of where its home is,â before he slammed in, all the way, pushing the air out of your lungs as his balls nuzzled against you.
âAh!â
âJust need to knock at its door a bit to call it home,â the tip of his generous length kissed your cervix with every rough thrust, borderline going too deep as you clambered around him, âthatâs it, taking the treatment so well.â
Just as you had thought he had settled on a rhythm, he pulled the rug out from under you by suddenly withdrawing his girth entirely, spreading you apart so that he could watch how he made you gape, only to bury himself completely once again, repeating the cycle over and over, relishing in the way it drove you up the wall.Â
âFucking hell⌠I can feel it, youâre getting close, clamping around me like a desperate little whore,â he groaned, watching as after a few more breath-taking rounds, your pussy began to weep once again, âoh, there it is,â squirting out every time he retraced himself, âatta girl,â the fullness he then granted you only persuaded more to appear.Â
When you were nothing more than a literal puddle in his grasp, Aleksander truly lost control, pounding into your trembling mess before he made it even more so, stuffing you full of his hot cum.Â
Low groans still flowed from his lips as he retracted from you for good, the sensation of his seed trickling out of you and onto the exam table nearly going unnoticed from how exhausted the treatment had made you.Â
âWas that it?â you asked weakly, âam I cured now?â
Tugging himself away as he caught his breath, he answered, ânot completely,â glancing back up at you with a glint in his dark eyes, âI think youâre gonna have to come back a few more times âŚâ
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