#this is me tearing your heart out and having it for dinner 💚

[satorusugurugurl]

i love everything you write like i wake up just to read them over and over again. could i request some more angst to smut please (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

JJK Men: Going from angsty to smutty!

Characters: Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, AFAB!Reader

Warnings: fighting, yelling, curing, smut, unprotected smut, creampies, dirty talk, making up, mentions of blood and death (Suguru’s) spitting daddy!kink, oral sex, male receiving

Word Count: 8,140 (oops)

A/N: HI Nonnie thank you for the request!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff!! I had a lot of fun with these! I hope you enjoy! Love u! 💚💚💚

Nanami Kento:

Nanami Kento was leaving you again.

He left you once after you graduated high school, giving up the Jujutsu world for his salary job. That nearly destroyed you. You begged him to stay, but once he made up his mind, there was no changing it. So he left and was gone for four years. Until one day, he called Gojo, telling him he wanted back in.

Of course, you were happy to see him back, but you were hesitant to get close to him again. But fate had other plans for you. Everywhere you went, he was always there. Whether you were getting drinks at the vending machines, in the break room, walking around school, or grabbing drinks with your coworkers and friends afterward. He'd always give you a sweet smile and motion to a spot next to him, to which you would refuse until you drunkenly made the mistake of stumbling over to him one night.

He looked so handsome, his hair pushed back, tie discarded, and top buttons undone on his dress shirt. Watching him chug down his beer with a slight flush dusting his cheeks made you feel stupid emotions like longing, lust, happiness, and hopefulness. Maybe if you were to open the door to a relationship with him, it would work out. Both of you have matured so much over the years. Maybe if you gave it another shot, it would work this time.

The night you threw your arms around him after downing a ton of shots to give you the liquid courage even to approach him, he was kind enough to make sure he drank water, took you, and told you you would discuss it in the morning when you woke up the next day with the pounding headache, Nanami was there with aspirin and a water bottle. Even without the alcohol, you were able to tell him that you missed him; you missed the two of you together.

And Nanami felt the same.

That morning led to make-up sex and the beginning of your relationship for a second time—one stronger than the first, built on truth and trust. You never kept anything from each other, always being honest about how you felt and what you wanted in the future. Life had been great until he took you to dinner one late fall evening.

“I’m leaving for Malaysia in a month.” His words felt like he’d stuck red hot needles into your lungs, making breathing hard as your fork fell out of your hand, clanking against your plate. “I bought a property on the beach and will build a house there.”

“Y-You—you’re leaving?”

“Yes, I finally have enough money saved up that I can leave this place, not have to work, and spend the rest of my days reading the books I haven’t gotten a chance to— .”

Your timid voice interrupted him. “You’re leaving me?”

“Darling, it’s not—”

You grabbed your phone, fighting against the burning sting in your eyes. “No, it is.” You were not going to cry, not in front of him. “You’re leaving me again, Kento.” You shook your head, running your hand down your face with a pained laugh. “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot.” Without another word, you stormed out of the lounge room, your heart breaking with every step you took.

It felt like the walls around you were closing in on you. Your chest felt tight as you took deep, ragged breaths, trying to calm yourself down, as tears finally breached the wall you had put up around yourself. The instant those tears ran down your cheeks, your momentum faltered, the stride you had crashing down. You fell to your knees, gripping at your chest as the future you pictured with Nanami slipped away like a film strip burning after too much use.

He always thought about leaving, building a house on the beach somewhere. It was never about the two of you leaving together. Never ‘we’re’ going to build a house. ‘We’re’ going to live in Malaysia. It was always him. And you thought since you both matured, things would be different; maybe since you were sleeping together and you were supposedly in love, he would take you with him next time. Of course, that was a moronic and naïve thought.

You were losing him all over again.

When you finally came to your senses, you hurried back to your apartment. You tried making dinner, watching a movie, doing anything to distract yourself from the pain that had settled in your heart. But anytime a second passed when you weren't busy, moving, or thinking, Nanami’s words whispered in the depths of your mind.

How could he just up and leave you like this again?! It hurt so bad; it was almost soul-crushing. After all the plans you had made, like getting married when you retired, and the places you'd see. All those plans were suddenly garbage because he could finally live out his dreams. Dreams that you should be happy about! You didn’t want your boyfriend to continue to suffer in a job he disliked, constantly working overtime, wasting his life away.

What hurt the most was that he didn't even ask if you wanted to come with him!

The hurt slowly turned into rage, so hot and heavy that you didn't hear the door to the apartment creak open. Nor did you hear said boyfriend's keys dropping into the bowl on the entry table. You did, however, feel his hand gently grabbing your shoulders. To which you pulled away.

“Don't fucking touch me!” You barked out, whirling around, jabbing your finger into his chest. “I don't fucking want you touching me!”

Nanami winced at the pain in your voice, hurrying after you as you stormed towards the bedroom. “Love, please stop.” Nothing was said as you threw the covers back on your bed. “Please let me talk to you. Let's have an actual conversation like adults instead of children!” Frustration and anger were evident in his voice, emotions that only seemed to fan the flames of your anger.

“Are you insinuating that I—” you pointed to yourself, “am acting like a child?”

“When you refuse to speak to me, yes.” you laugh. It's cold and void of joy as you place your hands on your hips.

“You wanna talk?! Fine, let’s fuckin’ talk!” You toss the throw pillows to the ground with an anger that could fuel a bonfire. “I cannot believe you’re leaving me again!”

Nanami’s honey-brown eyes followed each pillow that slammed into the ground with a force that made him cringe. “Who said I was leaving you?” He cocked a brow in your direction as you crawled into bed, fluffing your pillows.

“You said ‘you’ were leaving for Malaysia, that ‘you’ we’re going to build ‘your’ house on the beach. So excuse me, you made it very clear that you are leaving.”

“I am—” You open your mouth to tell him you were right that you knew that already, but he held a hand up in front of him, ceasing your interjection. “But I want you to come with me.”

“Oh, please don’t treat me like I’m some item you forgot to pack! You told me it was your house, books, everything!”

Without so much as a word, your boyfriend stalked over to the bed, reaching into the suit jacket. You watched with rage-filled eyes as he handed you an envelope. Nanami didn’t say where you snatched the envelope out of his hands. Opening it up, you found two one-way tickets to Malaysia. One had your boyfriend‘s name on it, while the other had yours.

You found yourself staring at the tickets as if you stared long enough; you would somehow get the answers to the questions running through your head. It isn’t until the bed dips under Nanami’s weight that you finally look up at him. His eyes held no malice or anger; they drifted from the envelope before slowly meeting your confused gaze.

“I could have started the conversation out better. But you ran off before I could finish.” He took your hand in his, thumb gently stroking the side of your thumb. “Yes, I bought a property out in Malaysia. I plan on building a house on the beach, filling it with all the books I haven’t read.” He squeezed your hand. “But that house will never be a home without you in it. I want you to come with me; I promise I will take such good care of you.”

“Y-You want me to come with you?”

“Of course I do; I left you once, and that almost ruined us completely. Do you honestly think I would ever put us at risk like that again?” Big tears welled over your eyes, streaming down your cheeks. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you; please come with me.”

Nanami’s thumb gently brushed your tears away. His smile was gentle and warm, and you hiccuped, nodding your head in agreement. “Y-Yes, Kento, I would love to go with you!” He grinned, excitement in every part of his features, as he pulled you and kissed you deeply.

It was the kind of kiss that lasted a lifetime, conveying how sorry you were for the misunderstanding. A kiss that had started very soft and sweet before it turned into something more desperate and hungry. A kiss that had you shoving your boyfriend back against the bed.

“What are you doing?” Nanami asked with curious eyes as you unbuckled his belt.

“Shh, relax.”

Nanami had been confused at first, but all his questions were answered several minutes later as you bobbed up and down his thick girthy cock. His hand fisted your hair as he watched as tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to take more of him into your mouth. Each time you went down, he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, which in turn made you gag, coating his cock in more of a slick combination of your saliva and his pre-cum.

You were so beautiful, stunning, sucking his cock down eagerly. You gag, eyes flooding with tears as he looks down at you, grunting as his eyes shut. His hand gently strokes your hair, collecting it in a makeshift ponytail. You hummed happily, looking into his narrow eyes before he shoved you down until your nose brushed over his trimmed pubes.

“Look at my lover~ such a good girl making me feel good.” He shivers as you moan around him. “Fuck darling, yes~ just like that~ swallow my cock like a good girl.” He sighs out, his hips gently bucking up into your mouth. “Soo good~ all because I’m taking her to Malaysia where she won’t have to worry about working again.” There was something in his words that had you shuddering as you dipped your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit through your shorts. “Ooh? Do you like the idea of me taking care of you? Spoiling you rotten for all time?” The only response Nanami gets in return from you is the way you eagerly swirl your tongue around his cock. “Ahh, atta girl~ using her tongue to tell me.”

You planned to show him how much you appreciated him in many more ways. For now, this would do. Nanami held a firm grip on your hair as you bobbed faster, your hands reaching down, cupping his balls, squeezing them tight. Your sweet, considerate moans had him groaning into his hand, head falling back as you deep throat him. Making sure he knew how much you loved him, how much you appreciated him spoiling you and making sure neither of you had to deal with the mundane lives of the working force.

“Haaah yes~ fuck suck it~”

His dirty words have you rubbing yourself harder as you do as he commands. “mhmm!”

“That’s it~ good girl fuck are you gonna swallow it? Swallow all of my seed down your throat?”

You take more of him down your throat than you do. “Nngh!” Nanami chuckles, wrapping his hand around your hair as if it were his tie, forcing you down before yanking you back up and pushing you down again.

“Good girl, be sure to swallow every drop, and I’ll reward you.”

He’s thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth face fucking you as hard as he possibly can. You do your best to relax your throat, but drool seeps out the corners of your mouth, running down your chin. As Nanami focuses his attention on the tears that prick your eyes, you struggle to take him down further. It’s the struggling, effort, and the way you’re gagging and moaning around his thick, hard cock that in him tumbling over the edge of sweet release.

“Nngh fuck~! Fuuuck yes, swallow, swallow every last drop of it, and don’t let it spill out.” Your boyfriend growls as he continues, holding your head in place as he continues fucking into your mouth. “Yes~! Yes fuck!”

His cum is thick and hot, slowly sliding down your throat as you stare up at him. Admiring the flush that dances over his cheeks up to the tip of his ears. His face is scrunched up with pleasure as the waves of pleasure roll through him, leaving you wet and ready. Your clit twitched under your finger pads as Nanami pulled you off of his cock. You waited for him to lift you by your hair, bringing you close to his face. What you hadn’t been anticipating was for him to shove you down against the floor while he did his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck.

“K-Kento—ooh!” You yelp as he forces your legs apart with both his hands, spreading them wide for him. “Whoa! Holy shit!”

“I’m going to make up for upsetting you.” He whispered, grabbing your shorts, yanking them down your legs, and throwing them behind him. “By making you squirt on my tongue.”

As Nanami trailed kisses up your thighs, you shuddered against the cool wooden floor, imagining if this was the same way he’d spoiled you when you were in Malaysia; instead of being on the floor, he would be on the sand at the beach. Maybe some fights and misunderstandings were worth having. You screamed out as Nanami took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Fuck, some fights were totally worth having!!

Geto Suguru:

“Suguru—” you whisper as your boyfriend grabs his bags, not stopping to look over his shoulder at you. “Do you have to take this mission?”

The dark-haired man taps his thumb against the center of his forehead. “Yes, everyone else is on their missions. I have to do this.” He slips on his shoes, and you can’t help but feel another part of him slip away with the action.

It has been a year since the Plasma Star Vessel, Amanai Riko, was killed and a year that your boyfriend has been suffering. He wouldn’t admit it, but you could see how he changed. He had lost weight, dark circles permanently resided under his eyes, and he had grown distant from you and your friends. Everyone had been worried, asking if he was okay, but he blamed it on the heat in the missions he was constantly sent on.

But you knew he wasn’t. He hadn’t been okay since Riko died. If he would talk to you and stop pushing you away, you might be able to help him.

“I could go with you.” You suggested, slipping on your sandals and following him out the door of the dorms. “My curse technique could be helpful.”

“It can, but this is a simple mission out in the countryside. You know the curses out there are weaker than those in the city. I’ll be back in no time, I promise.”

You want to scream and shout at him to beg him to talk to you. “I could help—”

“I just said it’s a quick miss—”

“I’m not talking about the mission, Suguru.” he stops, looking back at you from over his shoulder. “I can help you with whatever you’re going through. If you stop and talk to me, I’ll listen to you vent, scream, and curse the world. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on, Sugu.”

Cicadas buzz in the distance as your boyfriend stares at you with no words leaving his mouth. At this point, you’re fuming with anxiety, frustration, and anger over the silent treatment and him pushing you away. How would you help your boyfriend if you refused to talk to you? He didn’t want to talk to you or anyone else. If he didn't talk about it soon, the pain he had been bottling down for the last year was going to burst sooner or later.

You had hoped that your words might act as a voice of reason and that maybe speaking the truth would finally break him out of the stupor he found himself in. Your hopes didn’t have a chance to kindle, however, because all he did was sigh, turning his back on you with a shake of his head. That casual brushing off made your worry melt into rage. You stormed down the stairs, rushing after him to stand in his way, arm stretched out in front of you, preventing him from moving further.

“Talk to me!”

“I don’t want to!”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Because you weren’t there! You don’t know what we went through. You wouldn't understand; you're just some girl I date. You have no clue how hard it was being one of the strongest.”

His words hurt, knocking you back a step. “What—?” Suguru shoved past you, storming down the steps. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Screamed, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’m not just some girl! I'm your girlfriend! I am not someone you can talk to like that you can’t—”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” darkness flooded his eyes as he snapped his attention towards you. “Do you fucking understand me?” You were too stunned to speak. “Fucking drop it before I drop you.”

“Maybe I should be the one to break up with you then. If you don’t wanna talk to me, then I don’t see a reason for us continuing this relationship.”

Blurred your eyes as you looked over your shoulder, watching your boyfriend freeze his back and turn to you for a second. Instead of turning around to talk to you, he kept heading down the steps towards the car waiting for him. That was all the answer you needed from him. When he returns from his mission, you will give him all his stuff back since your relationship is over.

You had so much planned on what you wanted to say to him when you handed him all his shit when he got back to the school. You refused to keep fighting for a relationship that was as good as dead. Suguru needed to work through his issues, and maybe once he was feeling more like himself, you might consider talking to him, let alone working.

Those words and thoughts were titanium. Your resolve was set in stone, and you wouldn’t let him convince you that he was fine otherwise. He needed to heal to talk to someone. It broke your heart, but you weren’t the person he needed.

Saying all that, keeping true to your word was much easier said than done.

The resolve you claimed was stronger than titanium snapped like a twig when a call at two in the morning had you jumping out of bed. Suguru’s name flashed on your screen, and you forgot about the fight and the drama, answering your cell as fast as your hands would allow.

“Suguru?” You yelled, jumping to your feet. “Are you okay?”

The other line was silent before your boyfriend sighed. “I wanna talk.” You were slipping your shoes, nodding your head as he could see. “But I’m going to send you an address. Meet me there. Just don’t tell anyone where you’re going.” The fact he didn’t want anyone else coming with you didn’t bother you.

You stepped inside the hotel room Sugurh had messaged you about, and as you did, the scent of blood and smoke flooded your senses, making you question his reason for you coming alone. Glancing around the dark room, you found him crouching beside a bed where two little girls lay. They were bruised and bandaged up, holding each other’s hands as they peacefully slept. Your boyfriend watched them silently, his shirt splattered with the blood that still lingered on him before his eyes finally looked towards you.

“Suguru—what happened?”

“I’m going to remake the world.”

“Huh?” You step further inside the hotel room, approaching him cautiously. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going to kill the non-sorcerer and remake this world into a better one.”

You laughed softly, thinking that maybe he was just fucking with you. But the way his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, you knew otherwise. Your boyfriend was serious, deadly serious. It didn’t make any sense. This was your boyfriend, who saw it as Jujutsu Sorcerer's duty to protect non-sorcerers. This new ideal had to be one of the reasons he had been so standoffish with everyone.

Instead of scolding or yelling at him, you sat down on the bed adjacent to the young girls, observing your bloodstained boyfriend. He had done the one thing you asked him to do, and that was for him to talk to you. You gently padded the spot on the bed next to him with a gentle smile.

Suguru opened up to you about everything. Riko’s death, the clapping from the religious group members he was constantly hearing, and the discussion he had with Tsukumo Yuki. For the first time in months, you felt like you were finally listening to your boyfriend talk. Part of you felt relieved, but something else began to take a route in your stomach as he told you about Nanako and Mimiko. He had slaughtered an entire village, an action he stood by and one he did not regret.

“I’ll be banned from Jujutsu Society and given a death sentence. But I don’t regret what I did.” Suguru’s eyes were glued to the floor, hands in his lap. “But you deserve to know what I did. What I plan on doing, I will remake this world, ridding it of non-sorcerer, those useless damn monkeys.”

He wasn’t sure how you would react. He expected you to shout, yell, and look at him in utter disgust. Yet what you did left him stunned as you reached across his lap and took his hand in yours. Suguru watched as your clean fingers intertwined with his, giving it a gentle squeeze, trying draw his attention towards you.

“We’ll remake the world.” His eyes went wide as he sat up back stiff as a board as the light returned to his eyes. “I’m coming with you.”

“What? Why would you willingly say yes? I killed people. You understand that. I killed a lot of people, and I’m going to have to kill more.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

“Because you have a point. I see the world you want to create, and I want to help you.” You turned your body to him, wiping dried blood on his cheek. “Because I love you.”

The icy wall that had formed between you both melted. Suguru grabbed you by the face, kissing you deeply. He snarled and growled into your mouth, pulling you to your feet and dragging you into the bathroom. His lips only left yours to remove your clothes. Start the shower and shut the door. Once he got his hands, mouth, his entire body pressed against yours, you didn’t stand.

Suguru had you pinned into the shower floor with your hands pinned above your head as he wrapped your legs around his waist. His hips furiously bucked into yours as his lips smashed and moved against your own, his teeth nipping and sucking at your lips, pulling it back before releasing it, drawing blood. He needed you with a deep, crazed passion. His cocks slammed in and out of your pussy. The lack of prep on both your parts had your walls stinging with each hard thrust into you.

“Haah! Fuck! Oooh fuck!!”

“You’re mine~! You’re fucking mine, and we could’ve remake this fucking world. You could stay by my side. You’re never gonna fucking leave me.”

His teeth finally gave up their ass assault on your lips, moving to attack your neck instead. “Nngh! Fuck! Suguru!” He growled, his ass clenching with each deep thrust into you, the curve of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly, guttural moans from you.

“Fuuck, that’s right. Say my name. I missed hearing you say my name.”

“Suguru.”

“Yes—fuck what does my princess need?”

“W-Wanna touch you! Please, Sugu!”

You didn’t even need to beg; Suguru let go of your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around him, digging your nails into his back, scratching down his toned muscles. Your boyfriend hissed at the sting pain, but he returned the favor, digging his finger into your hips, grabbing you roughly fucking into you with the same momentum, making sure not only you would have bruises on your skin, but your poor pussy would be bruised as well. He wasn’t just leaving his mark on the world but also his pretty princess.

His dark, wet, damp hair fell over his shoulder as he slammed into you with one hand, reaching up to cut the back of your head, cradling it gently as he slammed into you with all of his strength. He was making up for the months that you hadn’t been intimate. He was ensuring that you knew how excited he was to have you on his side and to have you see the world as he saw it.

He fucking loved you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum; I’m gonna cum inside your pussy.” His into your ear, feeling the way you clamp down around him, his vulgar words. “Yeah, does my princess like that?”

“Yes!”

“The beg for it, beg me to cum in that tight little cunt.”

Your nails dug harder into his skin as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. “Please, please cum inside of me, Suguru! I need it! I want it so fucking bad!” His thrusting, the words he said, and the way he kept rubbing the head of his cock against your spot have your leg shaking body arching off the shower floor. “Oo-ooh! Fuck! I’m cumming! Cumming!!” You screamed as your walls convulsed around his cock, drawing out a deep moan from Suguru.

“Take it! Take it, baby~! Fuuuck~! Yes, cum on my cock~ cum for me, princess cum!”

The warmth of his cum filling you grinned as you happily peppered his neck with kisses. God, you missed this; you missed him. Once his thrust came to a stop, you hummed, kissing down his neck yourself. He smiled, chuckling weakly against your soft skin.

“Fuck,”

“Yeah, fuck.” You purred, holding him tight as his cock twitched inside of you. “I needed that so bad.”

As you both lay on the shower floor, Suguru held you tight. You rubbed your hands up and down his biceps, fingers trailing over his chest. As he watched your hands slowly move over his body, he realized how lucky he was to have you. You were throwing away your comfortable, stable life for him, leaving the world you knew behind to become a curse user who would help him obtain his goals. You were too good for him.

“God,” he whispered, pulling you up to his mouth, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. “I can’t wait to rule the world with you.”

Gojo Satoru:

You loved your boyfriend. Gojo was an amazing partner and friend. But dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age came with its downside. Satoru was consistently being the mission he was consistently sent on. You were supportive and always willing to wait for him. You stayed up late to talk to him when he was in different time zones. You made him his favorite meal when he got home.

You even understood when he would come home that he was tired and just wanted time to himself, like sleeping or snuggling you in the silence of his condo. You loved waiting at home for him, eager to help him relax and take some of the stress off of him whenever you could.

That was the usual routine until he started going out with his friends instead of you. He would often say he needed to go to a new cafe and get himself a sweet treat; it was like a reward to himself. Which you didn’t mind; in fact, you encouraged it! If Satoru wanted to go out, he could. You weren’t the type of girl to be all controlling or suspicious of his actions. At the end of the day, as long as he came home to you, you didn’t mind when he did. You were happy as long as he was getting the stress relief he needed.

And he needed that kind of stress relief with the higher-ups making him work as much as they were. It felt like every other weekend, he was getting sent on missions, which was strange because it was summertime. There shouldn’t have been as many curses since it was the slow season for you guys. You didn’t question it at all. Instead, you continued to offer to be there to support him if he needed you.

Until you caught him.

It was supposed to be a girl's night; you, Utahime, and Shoko went to the local bar to enjoy a few cocktails and vent about your day. When you walked in, you sat in your booth, sipping on your Sex on the Beach, while Shoko sighed, finishing her fifth shot of whiskey. Her eyes kept dying behind you before I glanced at the table, running her long-painted nail over the rim of the glass.

“So, where did they ship Satoru off to this time?” She asked, smiling as the waiter brought her another drink.

“Mhm,” you swallowed the drink in your mouth, “Ireland, something about some castle curse or something. I don’t know. It seems like there’s been a lot of activity, which is weird.”

“Ireland, huh?” Shoko sighed, taking another peak over your shoulder. “Bastard didn’t even bring back souvenir for me. You would think he would bring me back some Irish whiskey.”

“Well, he might; he should be back tomorrow night.” Your friends' reactions mirrored each other. It was a look that spoke volumes, one that had your stomach unsettled. “What? Why are you guys looking at each other like that?”

“Gojo is still in Ireland?”

“Yeah—?”

Shoko sucked down a breath rubbing at the back of her neck, before pulling out her cigarette box. “Well, don’t look now, but I think your boyfriend got back sooner than you thought.” She points behind you with her cigarette.

Turning your head, your eyes go wide, finding your boyfriend sitting in a booth with his closest friends. In Tokyo, and not in Ireland like he had told you an hour beforehand. You felt like the room was spinning, and it wasn’t because of the small amount of alcohol you had drank. No, it was because of the carefree look on his face as he smacked Geto on his back before downing his cola.

Your body moved before you could even think. Rushing forward, pushed past strangers, hurrying towards your boyfriend, who hadn’t even noticed you running towards him. His friends, however, did notice. Geto smiled as he waved at you, Nanami nodded his head in acknowledgment, and Haibara leaned his head back against the booth, turning his head just as you slammed your hands down on the table.

“Oh, hi! How are you doing tonight?” Haibara cheerfully greeted, sitting up straight, eyes sparkling. “I thought Gojo said you were out on a mission.”

Upon hearing his name brought into the conversation, your boyfriend turned his attention towards you before spurting out the cola he had been drinking, the liquid coming out his mouth, and he coughed harshly into his fist. You felt sick to your stomach, and your chest felt tight. Why would he lie about being home?

“Funny, he said the same thing about himself.”

“Sweetie, I uhm—“

“How was Ireland?” You questioned, tilting your head and crossing your arms over your chest.

Suguru cocked a pierced brow, his dark eyes darting towards his best friend, who looked like he was about ready to shit bricks. “Ireland? I thought you said that’s where she was at?” All eyes seem to focus on your white-haired boyfriend as the back of your throat burns with unshed tears.

“So I guess it’s at least good to know. I’m not the only one you’re lying to.” You rolled your eyes, storming out of the bar and snatching your purse from Shoko, who was watching. “Bye.”

“Sweetie! Honey, wait!”

“No! I have nothing to say to you right now that would be remotely good!” You yelled back at him, listening to his footsteps over the sticky bar floor. “So please leave me alone.”

“Baby!” His slender fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you back towards him. “Listen! I—fuck, I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what you did, or sorry you got caught in a lie? One that you apparently had told several different people.”

There was nothing he glanced aside from instead of staring at the floor. “I’ve just been overwhelmed with work and didn’t want to come home.” The tone in his voice is almost comical.

“Okay? When have I ever had an issue with you going out? You could’ve just told me the truth instead of lying.”

“I just felt like I’ve been neglecting your needs, but I feel like I’m not in a position to be there for you in the way you need.”

For a second, your boyfriend thinks you might stop to give him the time to listen to what he has to say. Instead, you yank your arm out of his grip, letting it limply fall to your side. Gojo can see the pain in your eyes. Pain that he wanted to avoid putting on you, but instead, he’s pretty sure he had caused more pain.

“So you lied about being on a work trip?” He says nothing. “Good to know you feel that way.”

You start heading back out to get an Uber, but Satoru is right behind you. “Baby please, I just, I feel so tired all the time. I just need to unwind.” You turn back around, shooting daggers up at him.

“Fucking unwind! Do whatever you want! I don’t give a fuck!”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because you fucking lied to me!” You screamed, causing him to wince through his teeth. “You called me today and told me you were in Ireland! When you could have told me, ‘Hey babe, I’m going out with the guys,’ instead, you fucking lied to me!”

Satoru frowned, not knowing what to say in a situation like this. A problem that he had created himself. One that could’ve easily been avoided if he had told you the truth. So, instead of saying anything, he just dropped his head down in shame.

You fought against the urge to somehow break through his infinity and slap the shit out of him. But since that was impossible, he watched as you wiped the welling tears from your eyes with a shaky sigh. With a swallow and a deep breath, you turned away from him, heading to the car that pulled up to the curb for you.

“W-Wait, where are you going?!”

“Home.”

Without so much is another word, you got in the car, and your boyfriend watched as it drove off down the street. He had messed up royally this time. So much so he wouldn’t be surprised if you were to break up with him at this point. Gojo had been so stressed, and he didn’t want you going above and beyond to take care of him when you were just as stressed as he was. he saw how you acted. You made it a point to cook his favorite meals to buying him his favorite sweets, when you had the same dark circles under your eyes from your hard work being a sorcerer.

You seemed to enjoy helping him out like that. Like it was a highlight of your life. So, instead of sitting down and talking to you like a normal person, he decided to go out with his friends. Giving yourself time to hang out with your friends, read a book or catch up on some well-deserved rest. He should’ve just talked to you about this but didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

But in trying to protect your feelings, he had hurt you even more. He couldn’t just idly stand and let this be the end of the conversation. He needed to talk to you and tell you how sorry he was in person.

When you got home, you could smell Gojo in the apartment. You weren’t expecting to smell his cologne, seeing that you had left him twenty minutes prior at the bar, but the asshole was able to teleport himself wherever he wanted. So much is saying a word. You threw your purse on the entryway table before storming towards the bedroom, where, low and behold, he was waiting for you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, cerulean eyes snapping towards the door as you walked in. “Sweetie.” He hesitantly spoke, hurrying after you as you headed into the bathroom. “Look, can we talk?”

“About what? Your next mission: what are you going to China or something? Or is it just another excuse for you to hang out with your friends?”

You were pissed. This would be one of those moments you held over his head for all time. “Look, I fucked up, big time.” You laughed, glancing at him in the mirror as you took your shirt off. “Okay, majorly fucked up, I should’ve talked to you, but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” The cold, dark stare you gave him in the mirror told him that your feelings were already hurt, and his reasoning was stupid to bring up at this point. “Will you please just listen for a second? Let me apologize properly.”

While the idea of fumigating in your anger was tempting, you knew if you didn’t give him the opportunity to, he wouldn’t get off your ass for the rest of the night. Shaking your head, you turned to face him as you leaned against the glass door of the walk-in shower. A certain relief settled inside Gojo’s chest as he stepped closer towards you.

“I’m sorry for lying. I should’ve been honest with you. But you always get so excited taking care of me when I get home that I didn’t wanna hurt your feelings.” The pinch of your brows softened as he spoke. “You spoil me fucking rotten. I honestly don’t deserve someone as good as you. I’m an egotistical, arrogant, pompous asshole, and you were too good for me. Even though I can see how tired you are, you always make an appointment to put me first.”

“Toru—”

“So I decided to take a step back and relieve some of my stress by hanging out with the guys. Lately, you’ve been so rundown. So I’ve told you I was going to Ireland so you could have a night to yourself. You have to worry about dinner or taking care of or making me feel good when you should be taking care of yourself as well as you take care of me. Fuck I should be taking care of you. But I’m just so fucking tired. I don’t have the energy to do that, and unfortunately, I’ve neglected you and your needs.”

“No—Toru, I see where you’re coming from, and it’s alright.”

“No, it’s not alright. Nothing about this is alright. I should’ve talked to you instead of lying to you, and I fucked up.” He hesitantly reached out, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry I lied. I should’ve told you the truth.”

You were still angry over him lying to you. he could’ve been more of an adult and told you what he felt. But simultaneously, you could see where he was coming from. You had been putting a lot of effort into taking care of him and thus neglecting your own needs. He was right; you were as tired as he was. Not only did you have your own missions to go on, but on top of taking care of the condo and trying to make him feel comfortable, you hadn’t put time away for yourself. In his reasoning, he was trying to take care of you like you had taken care of him.

You allowed him to take your hand, squeezing his fingers back. “I swear to God if you lie to me like this ever again, and I catch you at the bar with your friends when you’re supposed to be in Ireland, I will kick your ass all the way there myself, Gojo Satoru.” he wins at the use of his full name, but your boyfriend pulls your hand tugging you into his chest.

“Noted, I promise I won’t ever do that shit again. I’m really sorry, baby.”

“It’s fine. We both got overwhelmed and instead of communicating, we just ignored it. Next time, I think we can do better as a couple. That way, this sort of shit doesn’t happen again.”

Gojo nods before he presses his chin against the top of your head, wrapping his long, lanky arms around you. “Right, I can do that.” You into his chest, sighing happily. “Is it too late to start communicating our feelings now?” You giggle, you’re almost bare chest rumbling against him.

“Depends on what exactly you want to talk about.”

Gojo pulls his chin off your head before grabbing your face in his hand. He lifts your head, forcing you to look at his beautiful, stunning eyes. “I don’t really wanna talk. I want to feel. I want to make you feel good. If you’re not too angry with me.” You slowly run your hands up his chest, smiling lovingly at him.

“I can’t say no to you.”

One steamy make-out session later ended with you both pressing each other against the walls in the bathroom; Gojo had you pressed against a wall, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you in his chest. "I missed you so much, sweetheart. So fucking much." The hot, steamy water from the running shower made the bathroom hot. He kissed you gently.

“I missed you too, Toru.” You whispered against his lips with a giggle as you brushed some of his hair out of his eyes.

His hand moved up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing your soft skin. "Can I kiss you again?" Instead of answering his question, you close the distance between your lips, kissing him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. Satoru grunted, leaning forward and slamming his hands against the glass door to the shower. “Fuuck missed you, baby.” He slowly pressed his lips to yours, holding his breath momentarily as he just kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

“Mhmm Satoru~”

He pulled away after a moment, his hands still holding your face. "God— Fuck, I missed hearing you sent my name like that." He held you tight, pressing your head to his chest as he slowly dried his fingers down your back.

“I’ve missed saying it,” you pressed gentle kisses up his chest, flicking your tongue over his nipple. “But I missed moaning it more.”

"Oh, you have?" He felt his heart and cock flutter at that, smiling softly.

“Ooh yeah, I’ve missed your cock.”

Gojo cocked an eyebrow with a smirk. "Well, I guess we have something. We have to do something about that then?~" He pulled you tighter against his body, his hardening cock rubbing against your bare hip. "I missed that amazing pussy, too~."

You whined, looking up at him. "I want you now, Toru." You whispered as you wrapped your hand around his cock, gently stroking him with a twisting motion.

“Oooh fuck baby.” His eyes slowly shut, his cock immediately completely hard. "Yeah does my sweet little girl need her Daddy’s cock?" He groaned softly, still holding you close against his bare ivory skin.

“Yeah~ I need it fuckin’ bad.”

Satoru bit his lip, his cock twitching in your hand. "Fucking okay, sweetie, I’ll give it to you.” He groaned, lifting you, pressing you against the glass wall of the shower. "God, I can't fucking resist you."

"Ah~!" You gasped out, your eyes glossy with need. "Fuck, please." You’d had sex against walls before, but this was needier, and fuck, it made you wet. "Fuck me, Toru~ fuck me until I squirt on your fat cock."

Just hearing you say those things made him shiver, leaning into you, kissing you deeply. "Of course, sweets~" He groaned as he held his hand up to you. “Spit.” You followed his instructions, spitting into his hand. He moaned as he rubbed it on his cock in place of lube. Once his cock was slick, he held you up by your waist and slowly lowered her down onto his aching length.

"Fuck!" You cried out, your eyes rolling back. "Oh god, y-you're so fucking big." Your whimpers grew louder as he stretched you out with his thick cock. "Fuck me, Toru!"

“Ahh fuck—“ Satoru let out a small growl, his left arm holding your waist and his right hand moving up to toy with your clit. "That’s right, sweetie, moan for me. Let’s get another fucking noise complaint from our neighbors ~" He pistoned his hips He pistoned his hips into you, thrusting fast and hard, chasing his already-building orgasm.

He glanced up, watching your eyes roll back, your hands gripping his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Loud sounds escaped your mouth as you looked into his eyes, dilated with pure animalistic need. He leaned in, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans he fucked into you.

"Fuck, you're so damn pretty, Sweetheart~" He groaned, wet slapping sounds reverberating off the walls with every thrust. " O-Oh god, I'm—not going to last long. I've been so pent up!”

You weren’t in much of a better position than him feeling him, slamming into his curved cock, hitting every special spot inside of you. At the same time, his right hand played with your clit and had you on the edge so ridiculously fast you’re pretty sure he was about to world record. Satoru watched as your eyebrows knitted together as you stared into his eyes. There was a desperation in your beautiful eyes as you cried out his name, telling him you were close.

“G-Gonna cum Toru~! Gonna cum!”

At least you were able to form coherent words. Feeling your walls flutter and hearing the sweet sound that left your lips made Satoru’s hips stutter, and he moved, slamming his lips to yours as he gripped your hips, shoving you down all the way on his cock as he groaned, releasing his cum into you. Feeling his warm seed fill you sent you right over the edge with him, making you tilt your head back as sweet moans of his name left your lips.

“Missed you.” That was the only thing your boyfriend said before pressing a kiss to your lips again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Toru.”

“I’ll never lie to you again.”

“Thank you—Ah!” You squealed as he opened the shower door, stepping inside with you. “Toru!”

“So when I tell you we’re going eight rounds tonight, you better fuckin’ believe it’s happening.” Gojo would show you just how sorry he was for hurting you. Even if that meant you were hurting from all the sex you were about to have the next day.

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Anyway you could do one where Noah stops me from drinking myself into a mess and takes care of me loveingly. I struggled with alcohol addiction for the longest. Xoxox💚

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No Longer Addicted

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Life is fucking hard sometimes. Too hard. We all need that one thing to help us get over or through shit, and that's not always a bad thing.

Except for when that one thing becomes your only thing, your only vise, your only outlet, your only hope. That one thing starts to consume you, taking with it everything about yourself you thought you knew.

That's what happened to her. Life got in the way. It got too hard. Her one bad day continued to be that one bad day until that bad day turned into a bad life. She hit the bottom and didn't have anyone waiting for her there.

She'd spent a few years fighting a devil that came to her in the form of alcohol. At first, it was alluring, tempting, and fun. What started out as a few drinks with friends on the weekend quickly turned into hard-core house parties in the summer, spending just about every week trying to sober up.

Even though alcohol was a monkey on her back she could never completely shake off, she managed just enough to get by. But things quickly took a turn. She lost her job, a close friend died, and her parents completely gave up on her. Everything was fucked.

Until she met Noah.

Noah was... he was her saving grace. He was the lifeline to her sanity, the only thing that made sense when everything else was confusing and spinning out of control, which happened more often than not. But it didn't matter to Noah. He never judged her. He never made her feel less than human for having a weakness that would drag her down so far, she'd end up lying on the cold hard floor of the bathroom in front of the toilet.

No, Noah was her rock, even though he never intended to be.

Over the course of their quick friendship, Noah got to a point that he knew he loved her so much that he feared for her every time he wasn't with her. He'd call her, text her, stop by and check on her on his way home from Matt's house or the studios.

One the days they had off together, he'd bring dinner over to her place and they'd spend the evening eating, talking, and watching Batman (the one with Edward Cullen, Noah would say, because he could never remember the actors name). Noah found himself feeling stronger feelings for her than just friendship, and it scared him. But on a particular night, when he got "the call", everything changed. He decided to say "fuck it", and go all in, even if she didn't feel the same.

"Calm down, y/n, I'm on my way, okay, I'm coming."

Noah tried to stay calm, but his heart was racing

"Please, just take a deep breath and wait for me. I'll be there soon. Have you had anything to drink?"

There was a long pause.

"Y/n! Answer me! Are you drinking?"

Noah started the car, setting his phone down once it turned over to the car Bluetooth.

"Yes. I've had a few."

Noah slammed his fists down on the steering wheel.

"Fuck!"

"Noah, I'm sorry," she cried, her tears quickly turning into wails.

"Hey, it's okay. Shit, I'm sorry, okay. Look, just don't drink anymore, okay? I'm coming. I'll be there. Just hold on for me, please."

There was a long pause again, as Noah threw the car in drive and flew out of the parking lot.

"Hurry."

"Y/N!" Noah called out the moment he walked through the door.

He looked around the quiet apartment, over the couch in the middle of the room where they'd spent so many nights curled up together watching tv. He loved the feeling of her in his arms, craved the way she'd bury herself in his chest and sometimes fall asleep.

"Y/N! Where are you?"

His heart was pounding as that anxious feeling swelled in his chest, begging God that his intuition was wrong. Rushing into her bedroom, he saw through the partially closed bathroom door, the light that reflected off the mirror. She was there; right where he feared she'd be.

"Y/n," Noah called out, pushing the door open slowly. He found her with her head in the toilet puking severely with a bottle of vodka next to her on the floor.

"Fuck," Noah whispered under his breath.

"I'm sorry," she cried, her voice echoing inside the toilet bowl. "Noah, I'm so fucking sorry." She sniffed, sitting back on her feet.

"I know how much you're disappointed in me right now, because of how much you've tried to help me stay sober the last few months."

She threw her head into the toilet bowl again, this time only producing dry heaves. Noah knelt down next to her, pulling back her hair and wiping her mouth as she sat back. Nervously, she peered up at him expecting to find regret or anger in his eyes, but Noah only smiled at her. It was a small smile, one of sympathy rather than joy, but it gave her all the hope she needed.

"I'm not disappointed, y/n , not at all."

"You're not?" She sniffed, trying to clear her nose. Noah got the hint and wiped it for her.

"No, I'm not."

She breathed a huge sigh, running her hands down her face.

"You wanna tell me what happened?"

She shrugged, looking down.

Noah was quiet, not too sure what to say next. But when he looked over at her again, he saw her crying. He had to fix that somehow.

"Nick got his new bass guitar in today. Sounds really good on the new song."

She looked up at him and grinned.

"That's great! I bet it sounds amazing. I can't wait to hear it."

Noah reached over and wiped her cheek, cupping it gently.

"You're way too fucking beautiful to cry, y/n. You're too beautiful to be doing this," he pointed to the bottle and the toilet.

She nodded, slowly hanging her head.

"What happened?"

"He's married."

Noah's eyes widened.

"The guy you've been talking to? He's fucking married?"

She nodded slowly.

"I saw him today after work, and I guess he forgot to take off his wedding band in his hurry to meet me."

Noah hung his head, running a hand through his hair.

"Fuck, y/n, I don't know what to say. That's completely messed up on way too many levels."

Standing to her feet, y/n took the vodka bottle and dumped the remaining liquid in the sink, watching it circle the drain, just like her life, throwing the bottle away once it was empty. She brushed her teeth and threw water in her face, hoping it would do something for her.

"You can tell me I'm a screwed up mess and that I don't ever listen. I don't know, Noah, fucking tell me a lie for all I care!"

She broke down crying again, sobbing into her hands.

"Hey, it's alright, shhhh," Noah soothed her, taking her into his arms, pulling her close. She pressed her face into his chest, breathing him in: his scent, his warmth, his entire being, calming down after a few minutes.

She fit perfectly in Noah's arms, her small frame entirely wrapped up against his body. Here, Noah could protect her, make her feel safe from reckless losers like the one who'd just broken her heart.

"Baby, you're not a screwed up mess. You had a relapse, that's all. It doesn't mean you don't listen or haven't been trying to stay clean. And I will never, ever, in a million years lie to you."

Lifting her head, she looked at Noah as if seeing him in a whole new different light, and his pet name for her stunned her to the point that it left her speechless. Noah looked down at her differently, too. It wasn't the sweet friend that was staring at her. No, this man looking at her now had a longing in his eyes she'd never seen before. And as much as it should've scared her, it really didn't. She liked it; a lot.

"I don't know what to think or believe anymore, Noah. I'm not sure about anything."

Her words pierced his heart.

"What can I do to help you? What do you need?"

By now, there was a little heated tension between them, one that had never been there before. It was subtle, but there none the less.

Noah ran his hands up and down her backside, stopping each time, right before her bottom started. Y/N breathing slowed until it felt like she barely was.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

Noah exhaled, grinning slightly before licking his lips. Bending low, he slid his large hands lovingly around her face, cupping it gently and pulling her into him until their lips collided. She closed her eyes tight, afraid to look at Noah even for a second. But with his lips on hers and his hands holding her in place, it was impossible not to feel completely wanted and accepted. For the first time, y/n felt loved.

When they parted, Noah held their foreheads together, afraid she would slip away if he let her go. He had her now. He didn't want to let her go.

"Believe that I love you. You can be sure about that." Noah kissed her forehead and pulled her close again. "Believe that you are worth and loved more than you think you are." She nodded, but Noah wanted words.

"Tell me you believe me?" he said, cupping her face and staring into her tear stained eyes. "I believe you, Noah, I do," she smiled. "You do? You really do?" "Yes, I really do," she assured him, placing her hands on his wrists. He dried her eyes with his thumbs, vowing to himself to be the one to always wipe the tears away and to never be the cause of them.

He loved her, even if she wasn't one hundred percent sure she loved him back. And starting that day Noah would prove to her that she was no longer addicted to anything but him.

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie, diary, detention ^^

Oh, y'all are getting sick of Eddie fluff fics? Too bad, sorry xoxoxo 💚

Warnings: none, all fluff!

WC: 1.2k

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“Goddamn Carver,” Eddie mutters to himself, slinging his backpack onto the desk and plopping into the attached chair. “Always running his goddamn mouth and then pulling the ‘But I have basketball practice’ excuse to get outta trouble.” He brings his voice up to a grating falsetto, mocking the jock’s whiny tone. “But does Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson get the same courtesy for his Hellfire campaigns? No, sir, he does not.”

“Wonderful monologue, Mr. Munson,” Mrs. O’Donnell says dryly, heels clacking as she walks through the open doorway. “Perhaps you’ll be a playwright in your next life.”

“Like one lifetime isn’t enough,” Eddie grumbles, low enough so his least favorite teacher can’t hear him. 

O’Donnell peers at him over her horn-rimmed glasses. “You know the drill better than I do, Mr. Munson,” she scoffs with a wry smile. “One hour. No talking, no music, no funny business. You may do homework if you’d like, though I don’t anticipate you choosing now to act like a star student.” 

Eddie slumps down into his seat. He’d already counted all the ceiling tiles last week when he ended up here after shoving Patrick for picking on Dustin Henderson. Guess I’ll start on the floor tiles now, he thinks grimly. 

He makes it to 28 before something catches his eye. In one of the baskets underneath a desk is a purple leather-bound notebook. The way it’s resting halfway out of the basket looks like it had fallen out of a backpack or accidentally left behind. It’s too fancy to only be used for school, and it piques his curiosity. 

“Uh, Mrs. Oh-Dee?” Eddie blurts out, shooting his hand up in the air. “Can I grab a textbook? I think I’m gonna take you up on that homework offer.”

The teacher rolls her eyes. “Fine,” she quips. “And for the last time, stop calling me that.”

But Eddie’s already scrambling to the seat, plucking the journal from its spot and shielding it with a history book. As soon as he opens the cover, his eyes widen. 

This diary belongs to is printed on the first page, with a name handwritten in neat cursive underneath. 

“Shit,” Eddie breathes, earning a scowl from O’Donnell. This is your diary. 

Eddie doesn’t have too many classes with you; you’re in mostly honors courses, while he’s in his third senior year. But you do take health together, and he constantly finds himself stealing glances at you whenever he can. 

He knows he shouldn’t read any further; he can close the diary and turn it into the Lost and Found box. But Eddie Munson’s never been known for his impulse control, and before he knows it, he’s skimming the pages. 

Most of the entries don’t draw too much of his attention. There’s one from a few weeks ago about an argument you had with your best friend, but Eddie’s seen you two laughing together since then, so he assumes all’s well. A few days ago, you’d just written, “that history test was a bitch” accompanied by a frowning face. Eddie laughs quietly, knowing you’d probably aced it. 

It’s the entry after that where he finds what he’s looking for. 

Mr. Ellison paired me up with Eddie today! We had to work on an anti-smoking poster together, which was ironic, because he reeked of cigarettes. He asked me what I was doing this weekend, and I thought he was going to ask me out, but he didn’t. Guess he’s not into shy nerdy girls. Then again, who would be?

Eddie’s heart sinks into his stomach. If you only knew how much he wants to take you to dinner, hold hands across the table, maybe kiss you after splitting an ice cream sundae. He had planned on asking you out that day, only to wimp out at the last second. 

He hastily tears out the page and pulls out a number two pencil that’s sharpened down to a nub. In the margins next to your entry, he draws and arrow and writes:

He’s definitely into shy nerdy girls, but he didn’t think you’d be into loud metalheads. Meet me at my locker tomorrow before health?

He slips the diary into his bag, vowing to put the note in your locker after his prison sentence—erm, detention, is over. 

~

The next day, Eddie waits by his locker in between second and third periods. His heart pounds in his chest, and his stomach is doing that flip-flop thing it does before a gig. He relaxes a bit when he sees you walking towards him, note in hand. 

“Hey,” you say softly, holding up the sheet of paper. “Did you…”

Eddie laughs nervously. “Y-Yeah, that was me,” he admits. 

Your ears heat up, suddenly bashful. When you found the note, you’d assumed it was some prank by one of the jocks. The fact that it actually was Eddie gives you heart palpitations. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” you manage. 

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me till, y’know, I read it,” Eddie mumbles, hoping you’re not too angry about that. 

You cross your arms over your chest. “So, we’re just snooping through diaries now? A bit juvenile, dontcha think?” But your tone is light, despite the truthfulness of your statement. 

“It, um, wasn’t my finest moment,” Eddie’s cheeks turn pink as he reaches into his bag, “which is why I wanted to show you this.” He pulls out a tattered composition book and hands it to you. “It’s not as cute as yours—oh, which I also have, heh.” He offers you your beloved purple journal. 

“Thanks,” you mutter, ensuring that it’s now safely stored in your own backpack before bringing your attention back to his notebook. “What’s this?”

Eddie bites his lower lip anxiously. “It’s my lyric book,” he explains sheepishly. “But not the one I show the guys. This has all my lovey-dovey songs in it. Y’know, shit they’d kick my ass for.” Another nervous chuckle. “They’re, um, they’re about you.”

“Me?!” you ask incredulously. 

“Yeah,” he smiles, letting his fingertips graze your hand. “Figured it was only fair, since I totally read your stuff.”

You flip through the pages, heart warming at the words etched on them. Lyrics like, her smile melts me like snow on my tongue/grow old together but we’ll always feel young make you giggle. “These are really good,” you muse. 

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Not too corny?”

“Oh, no,” you tease him, “they are extremely corny. But I’m a sucker for a good rhyme scheme, so…” You trail off as Eddie grins. 

“Maybe I could play them for you sometime? Like after school today?” He winces, hoping he doesn’t sound as desperate as he thinks he does. 

You nod. “I’d like that.”

“Cool.” Eddie closes his locker and turns to you slowly, a mischievous twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. “Actually, what do you say we ditch health and hang out at mine? I promise I’m a lot more interesting than whatever Ellison is going to lecture us about today.”

You peer around the hallway, making sure it’s clear of teachers before slipping your hand into Eddie’s larger, calloused one. “Let’s blow this joint.”

“That’s my girl.”

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Heeeey , congratulations for the 700 followers ! 💚

I would like to request the two prompts :

"Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for." (Joseph Heller, Catch 22) and "For you , a thousand times over." (Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner) with Fives x reader, if you please 🥰

Thank you, and I'm looking forward to read your next fics 💕

@griffedeloup Thank you so much for your second request love! And another Fives one at that! Ahhh I love Fives.

Okay this one isn't as fluffy as the first one I wrote for you, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Love oo.

Come Back To Me

Warnings: Character death, tears, guilt, betrayal, vomiting, emotions, Umbara arc, grief, lost of trust, fear, kissing, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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There was a heavy, unbearable silence that hung in the air as everyone looked at each other. The 212th and the 501st were beyond devastated. It was one thing to lose brothers in combat because they were fighting enemy forces, but to lose brothers because they’d been set up by their own General was even worse, and to be the ones responsible for killing your vode was contemptible and sickening. 

You fought your tears, as you held your hand on Waxer’s wound doing your best to try and stop the bleeding, even though everyone knew there wasn’t any hope. As much as you fought to, you couldn’t help it when your eyes locked with Commander Cody’s confirming what everyone already expected, you slowly shook your head, there was nothing you could do for him. It wasn’t long after that Waxer breathed out his last and closed his eyes for the final time. 

With a huff you threw down the bacta gauze, you needed to get away from there, you needed to breathe, to recoup, you didn’t hesitate as you got up and walked, well practically ran away. You were angry. Annoyed. Grief stricken. Guilt ridden. There were simply too many emotions at once you were trying to deal with and being around everyone wasn’t helping. 

Rex did what any good Captain would do as he rushed after you and grabbed your arm calling your name, trying to do his best to comfort you, “Hey, stop. It’s not your fault. What happened to Waxer, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” You yanked your arm away from him, harshly ripping it from his hold; maybe you shouldn’t have been so short tempered or even so angry, but he had to know they weren’t the only ones that were hurting. Especially, since it was your blaster shot that hit Waxer,  and even as a medic, it was your job to save him. You were supposed to save him, and yet you failed him, all of them there too. 

Your feet carried you as fast as they could to a secluded spot. You couldn’t take one more pair of eyes staring at you. One pair of eyes asking you why this happened. Just because you were a civilian contract, somehow, you were supposed to have the answers? As soon as there was silence and relative peace, you bent over vomiting the contents of your meagre dinner on the ground of Umbara. The tears were free flowing as it all came crashing down on top of you. Your knees gave way as the last barrier you had, broke down; guilt overriding any other emotion at that moment. 

You didn’t hear him come up behind you, not that you ever did; you simply felt his comforting arm wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, as his other hand guided your head to his shoulder, holding you there as his body practically wrapped around you as he kneeled beside you. 

“Cyar’ika” Fives whispered, “It’s not your fault. None of what happened is your fault. It’s not ours either.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, holding you close as you sobbed your heart out, he felt like your soul was being torn in two as he tightened his arm around you, “I got you, cyare. I got you.”

You held on to his arm, needing his warmth and touch to ground you; this wasn’t something you’d been trained for; sure you were a combat medic, but you were trained to handle droids, hostile aggressors not … to be fraked by your own General. Not to be responsible for the deaths of fellow clone soldiers, friends, brother-in-arms, men you’d shared drinks with; this wasn’t supposed to happen.

About an hour later Rex and Cody had come up with a plan to arrest General Krell, once they laid out the details to their, in your opinion, kamikaze idea, you couldn’t keep silent as you shook your head at their strategy.

“I’m sorry, you guys are just going to walk up and arrest him! Because a man who’s psychotic and sets his own men to attack each other will just say, ‘Oh okay, I’m under arrest.’?!”

“Cyar’ika …” Fives reached over and squeezed your shoulder trying to calm you down, “it needs to be done.” He glanced over to Rex and Cody, silently asking them to give you both a minute. Once you and he were alone, Fives gently cupped your cheek, “What’s wrong?”

Tears began sliding down your cheek as you shook your head, “I can’t … I can’t lose you. Any of you. We already lost so many, Waxer, Hardcase, Ringo, Oz, Echo, Trap, Redeye, Mixer, Denal, … maybe not all here on Umbara, but … I can’t lose you, too.”

Fives pressed his forehead against yours, “Cyare, you’re not going to lose me.”

“How can you know?” Your voice choked as you asked, fighting back the warm lump that was rising in your throat along with your fears and your worries.

“Because anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for; I’d lay down my life for you and for my brothers, but I want to live, love. My dear, you are worth living for, and I want to live for you. For us. I will come back to you. I will kill anything and everything that ever tries to stop me from getting to you.”

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding as you pressed your forehead to his chin, “You have to promise. Promise me, you will come back to me.”

“For you, a thousand times over. I promise, I will always come back to you.” Fives tilted your head to look into your eyes, those eyes he loved so much. The ones that captured his soul the moment he met you, “Never will I ever stop fighting to come back to you. I love you.” 

You didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between you both as you pressed your lips to his, wanting to remember how he felt against your lips, the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his mouth. He pulled away, kissing your cheek and neck quickly as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“We’ll be back soon. Look after the wounded. I’ll come back for you.”

“You better, or I’ll bring you back from the dead and kick your ass.”

Fives chuckled as he held you tight, “I’ll hold you to that.” You felt him pull away, you looked at him one last time before he put on his helmet, joining Rex and the others as they went to confront General Krell. You closed your eyes and pushed the worry and fear aside as you focused on the wounded that needed your help. 

All you could do is wait to hear whether they’d been successful or if you’d have to find a way to kill him yourself. 

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

TIME TO PARTY. Pretty please.... Bradley, angst, candle, and "I made dinner."

Last but certainly not least! Hope you like this, Em!

Thanks for all your help with the festivities. Wouldn't have been half of what it was without you and @mak-32💚💜

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warnings: angst, fire, hospitals

Burning Love

It was a beautiful evening in San Diego, and Bradley drove with the windows down and the music playing loudly. It had been a long week and work kept both of you busy, but you had plans for a relaxing, quiet weekend holed up in your small apartment. He couldn’t wait to spend the next 48 hours with his arms wrapped around you, ignoring the rest of the world. 

He saw the smoke first. It billowed high in the air, thick and dark in the fading evening light. He hears the sirens once he turns down the Monkees album he had playing. He didn’t for a second think it would be coming from your apartment building until he tries to turn the corner and is met with flashing lights, first responders, and the largest flames he had ever seen. All coming from the place you called home. 

He was screaming your name before he was all the way out of the Bronco, running as fast as he could toward the burning building. He’s stopped by a police officer before he can break past the barricade they had put up, yelling that he couldn’t go any further. 

“Sir, you can’t go in there!” 

“My girlfriend lives here!” he yelled, trying to break through. It takes another officer and a firefighter coming over to assist to hold him back. He was desperate to get to you, because what if you were still in there? “Please. She’s on the fifth floor. I can’t - I have to make sure she’s okay!” 

“Sir, I can’t let you go in there. I understand you’re worried, but we have Fire and Rescue evacuating the building,” the officer explained, shaking Bradley’s shoulders when he still fought against him. “Don’t make me arrest you, okay? I need you to stay behind the line. All evacuees are being gathered on the other side of the building. You can go look there.” 

He barely spared him a sympathetic look before he turned away, running in the direction of other first responders. 

Bradley felt like he was going to choke and it wasn’t because of the billowing smoke. He couldn’t lose you. He watched the flames lick at the crumbling building and felt his world crumbling along with it. 

He took off in the direction the offer had pointed him, desperately looking for your face in the crowd. There were probably a hundred people, but you’re nowhere to be found. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest with how it was pounding, and the panic was wrapping around his throat with a tight grip. Your phone was going straight to voicemail, and his calling of your name was yielding no responses. Tears pricked at his eyes. He couldn’t do this. Not you, not you, please not you. 

“Excuse me, Bradley?”

He whipped around, eyes frantic and desperate. Your neighbor stood before him, ash and dust in his graying hair. He gave him a kind smile and pointed to their left. “I saw her that way, with the paramedics.” 

Later on, Bradley might feel guilty for not inquiring as to how he was or if he was okay. But at this moment all he could think about was getting to you. He wound his way through the crowd, eyes searching. Finally, finally, he sees you. You’re sitting on the back of an ambulance, a blanket draped over your shoulders and an oxygen mask on your face. A paramedic is to your right, tending to your arm. 

He yelled your name again, and this time your eyes met his. His name was still forming on your lips by the time he skidded to a stop in front of you, dragging your body against his. 

“Oh my god,” he spoke into your hair, holding you as tightly as he could manage. “Oh my god, you’re okay. I got you, you’re okay.”

He only pulled back far enough to cup your cheeks in his hands, still not entirely convinced you were here with him. The panic still clutched at him. 

“Are you okay?” he asked for confirmation. You nodded, wrapping your left arm around his middle. 

“I made dinner,” you started, your voice raspier than he had ever heard it. You coughed around your words as you forced them out. “I hope you don’t mind if your steak is a little well done.” 

Bradley sputtered out a laugh as he pushed your hair out of your face. He was in awe of you, always, but especially now - he knows you're making jokes to put him at ease. He kissed your forehead and didn't even mind the taste of soot and smoke, because you were right here in front of him. 

“She has some smoke inhalation and a few second degree burns on her arm. We were just about to take her over to Memorial for observation. Are you riding along?” 

Bradley nodded before the man was even done speaking. He was going to make sure you were okay, and then he was never going to let you go ever again. 

Two hours later, you were settled into the room you’d be in overnight. You had inhaled more smoke than the doctors were comfortable with and they wanted to keep you for observation. The fire had started in the apartment directly below yours, and the smoke had traveled through the vents before it had hit the rest of the building. Each cough you let out sounded hacking and painful, and every single one sent a shot of worry through him. He held your hand tightly in his when the doctors finally left, promising to come check on you in a few hours. 

“I’m okay,” you promised him, not for the first time. A coughing fit took over shortly afterward. He kissed the back of your hand and nuzzled your skin as you got through it, before handing you a cup of water. You sipped on the liquid greedily. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said once you had settled down. You give him a tired smile. A knock at the door interrupted the conversation before it could go any further, and a kind looking nurse walked in holding a dinner tray. “Oh, I’m sorry - she’s only allowed liquids or soft foods right now,” he said, but you put a hand on his arm and shook your head. 

“I had it brought up for you,” you explained. An overwhelming feeling of love came over him as the nurse settled the tray on the table beside him and smiled at the both of you before leaving the room. Bradley thought he had maybe heard her mumble something about young love as she did. You gestured toward his phone sitting on his lap and he handed it to you with a raised eyebrow. After fiddling with it for a moment, a triumphant look appeared on your face. 

Laughter escaped him when you stretched to set it on the table beside his food. You had pulled up a youtube video of a flickering candle, with sound effects and all. 

“It wasn’t exactly the candlelight dinner I had planned, but I suppose it will do,” you grinned. Bradley rose from his seat and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“I love you,” he murmured softly, pushing your hair back. You returned the words just as genuinely and encouraged him to eat. Just because you weren’t allowed real food doesn’t mean he should starve too, you explained. He settled back into the chair and pulled the rollable table in front of him, the video playing on repeat on his small phone screen. 

“So,” he started after he chewed his first bite. You looked at him questioningly. “I guess this means you don’t have any reason not to move in with me now, huh?” 

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[yanderelmk]

Hey! So saw your ask yanderes and I decided to ask :)

It is okay if I ask : MK, Mei, Redson, Wukong, Macauqe, Syntax, Mayor, and Nezha ?

If I can then what would they do if their darling decided to just end the friendship because of their issues? Ahaha... TRUST ISSUES. their darling don't trust them no more and decided to end the friendship. And their darling will not be hearing any excuses from them and will end that friendship right there.

(My issues😘)

Hope you can do!

- 🌼 (did I request too much?)

A/N: You're good! I said no character limits, so no limit shall there be. Just a lil heads-up for anyone else, yes there are no limits, but do be warned I'll be taking extra time on longer asks to make sure everything flows properly A/N: Since Tumblr won't let me write too much (and started not letting me post it) I had to break it up into two parts! Don't worry I'll be posting it soon after this one <> CW: Kidnapping 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 "Wait- what do you mean you don't want to see me anymore?" MK felt tears beginning to sting his eyes. "Listen, I know sometimes I kinda got intense, but I told you I don't mean to scare you. It's just- when I see someone who looks like they're gonna hurt you I get really angry, and I want to keep you safe. Y/N, please! Don't go!" He suddenly grabs you by the shoulders. "I can change, I swear! Just don't leave me!" As you turn and begin to walk away, his breathing gets shorter as panic begins to swell within his heart. In a blink, he's struck you unconscious. "It'll be okay...it'll be okay...I'll just get you home. Then we'll talk this out, it'll all be okay..." MK repeats this to himself like a calming mantra as he carries you off. 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 Upon you saying you're breaking things off, Mei laughs. "Ahh, that's a good one Y/N. You really had me goin' there for a minute." When you continue to stare at her, she slowly sets down her milkshake. "You're...not kidding? But why would you want to stop hangin' out with me? Don't we have fun together? Don't you like hanging out with me?" She stands up from her seat, hand twitching towards her jade sword. "Who is it, huh? Who's so much better than me that you're willing to just throw away what we have for them? What do they have that I don't?! Are they prettier? Smarter? WHAT IS IT?!" Mei can feel her power beginning to spark up, but she's too upset to truly care. "TELL ME!!!" ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Before you can even get the words out, Red Son's got you by the throat and is lifting you up into the air. His hair is completely aflame, and his eyes are blazing. "So that's it? You think you're just going to leave me? Well there's just one teensey little problem there, Y/N." He pulls you closer until your faces are inches apart. "You. Are. Mine. And I am not in the habit of letting go of what I rightfully own." Red Son's fingers are squeezing your throat, he doesn't seem to notice how much force he's using. "Now we are GOING back to my home, you will SIT in the dungeon and THINK about what you've done, and I EXPRESSLY FORBID YOU from EVER mentioning leaving me again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 "Aww, it's cute that you think you can leave." Unbeknownst to Y/N, the seal to the entrance to Flower-Fruit Mountain begins glowing brighter, sealing them in. "Look Y/N, I think you've had a very long, very stressful day. Why don't you..." He picks from his fur a few strands and blows on them, transforming them into the sleep bugs he's used so often in his Westward journey. Before you can jerk back, he's got you by the throat and has dropped them upon you. "Take a little nap? Then when you wake up, you'll feel better! I'm feelin' like goin' out for dinner, we can talk then!" As the world begins to fade and your eyes begin to close you hear his laugh before he says, "Sweet dreams."

[after-urh34rt]

Don't leave me here, I'm scared!

Summary: You meet Isagi's parent and the lights go out by a thunderstorm. Boyfriend Isagi reacts to you being scared of the dark

Fluff/Comfort

Pairing: Isagi x Fem!Reader

You were invited to Isagi's house so you can meet his parents, though you were nervous Isagi reassured you that there's nothing to worry about.

Once you and Isagi reach the door he unlocked it.

"I'm home!"

The sweet smell of lavender scented flowers reaches your nostrils, his house is as refreshing as laying down in a field of flowers.

"Oh Yoichi, Welcome home Darling!" His mom walks toward him and gives him a kiss on his cheek causing him to blush of embarrassment because of your presence.

"Oh? Who's this?". "Mom, dad. This is my girlfriend, Y/N..". You get from behind Isagi and bow deeply.

"Hello, my name is Y/N L/N and I'm happy to be with Isagi. I promise to treat him so well that he'll get tired of it." You smile at them

You walk up to Isagi's mom and take her hand with both of your hands and ask:

"You're so beautiful, it's like an Angel giving birth to another Angel. Will you please allow me to date your son?".

She looks stunned and smiles from ear to ear,

"Thank you so much, you're so adorable! I'll go wash the dishes so we can have a celebration for my son getting a beautiful lady! And you can call me Iyo if you'd like!"

"let me help you".

You walk with Isagi's mom and start talking about something.

Isagi's smiling at how beautiful you look and how well you get along with his mother.

Once dinner is you sit next to Isagi, you guys start eating at the table and talking about Isagi when he was younger.

It's a thunderstorm so Iyo is going to give you some of her clothes to borrow, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

As you guys are eating a random strike of lighting hits the electricity causing the lights to go out.

"Oh? Has there been a power outage?"

Once the lights turn off your heart beats faster, your breaths are getting heavier, and your body is trembling

"Yoichi, I'm scared..".

"What?".

"I'm scared..I'm scared of the dark."

Isagi is surprised to hear that but he grabs his phone and uses his flashlight to find your hand.

he puts his arm around your waist and his hand on your head causing you to put your head on his shoulder.

You put your arms around his torso and hold it tightly, tears forming in your eyes.

Isagi feels his shirt getting wet where your eyes are and he hears you whimpering.

"Shh, it's okay..I'm here, you're safe with me..I'll protect you..".

You start taking deep breaths to calm yourself down but it isn't working. Isagi doesn't like seeing, feeling, or hearing you cry.

Out of nowhere Isagi starts singing you a lullaby calming your nerves.

...

"Aww, so kawaii!!" Isagi points his phone screen using it as a light to see what his mom is gushing about.

"I took a video and a picture of you lovebirds!"

"Not the time!" Isagi and his dad say in sync.

Moral of the story: Isagi is the best boy ever <3 💚

[happi-tree]

Do you have a favorite episode or episodes of amphibia?? Asking for a friend 👀

Oh, jeez. Ori, I have. SO MANY. Uhhhhh, buckle up??? 👀 I limited myself to 3 episodes per season but honestly this show has so many fun episodes!!!

Season One

s1ep1: Anne or Beast?/Best Fronds - Episode 1 does SUCH a great job at setting up the story and tone for the show imo! It leaves a lot of things purposefully vague (how did our protag end up in this wacky alternate world? who the hell is in that photograph? etc etc) to reveal as the seasons progress, which I really enjoy! AND you get introduced to the found siblings ever with Anne and Sprig 🐸 I love them so much! While I'm mostly referring to the first part here, Best Fronds does an excellent job at establishing their relationship and their perspective on what friendship means.

s1ep9: Lily Pad Thai/Plantar's Last Stand - Even though it's more of a filler episode, I really love how Lily Pad Thai explores Anne's Thai heritage! Very near and dear to my heart 🥺 Plantar's Last Stand is alright, too, but I much prefer the first half of this episode <3

s1ep20: Reunion - Emotional Damage The Episode. Things get! Dark! Would have reduced me to tears had I not had previous associations with the background music 🥲 Also. Sasha Waybright beloved there are so many things wrong with her <333

Season Two

s2ep6: Marcy at the Gates - Introduction to the third member of my favorite trio! Marcy is very, very adorable and endearing and seeing a reunion that goes more smoothly than. Reunion. Is very sweet 🥰

s2ep10: The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers/Day at the Aquarium - BOTH parts of this episode are so very good and I cannot possibly choose a favorite between them. The girlies getting up to hijinks in a castle late at night and bawling your eyes out when it's your last day in a place you've grown fond of <333

s2ep19: The Dinner/Battle of the Bands - Once again, I literally could not choose even if you held me at gunpoint. The Dinner is very fun and very awkward and it is SO fun to see all these characters finally interact in a (sort of) low-stakes situation. And Battle of the Bands is just plain, cheesy, Disney fun! Heartstomper and No Big Deal my beloveds 💗💙💚

Season Three

s3ep7: Spider Sprig/Oliva & Yunan - OAY. Hoooooo boy. I can not even BEGIN to imagine what it must've been like to watch this live but I hadn't gotten caught up to the release dates until the Christmas special lmao. Emotional Damage The Episode Part Three 👁 (part two was s2's finale, naturally). Everyone in this episode is having a Bad Time. Spider Sprig is. Not a favorite. Sorry.

s3ep11: Commander Anne/Sprivy - Commander Anne is a really neat exploration of Anne and Sasha's relationship as they navigate how to repair some things and also like. Lead the rest of their group without falling apart at the seams. Also the source of a certain meme, thanks to Sasha's gayass blushing 💗 Sprivy is,,, okay? I MUCH prefer the first half of this episode, though.

s3ep17: All In - This episode has everything. Heartwrenching quotes from the protagonists. Mass destruction of property. Kpop. Rupaul (unfortunately). The Photograph. The girls fighting ⚔️ (part ???). Very very fun. I'd also put The Hardest Thing in here but that would be breaking my little self-imposed rules so

[fangirlstorycreator]

Ooo I have a steamy one for u😏. Kk3 Terry getting into an argument with his gf about the Karate mess he's got himself involved in and she attempts to leave his house. She doesn't make it outta the house because he simply doesn't let her get passed the bedroom door 🤭I so love your writing btw!💚

Thank you so much anon 💚 I'm glad you like my writings 😁 of course I will do this one for you, I hope you enjoy 💚💚💚

Terry had been doing everything he could to please John lately, to the point where he barley even spent any time with you, and you hated it. You were his girlfriend and were also living with him, and yet when he came home from the dojo, he was distant and recently hadn't paid any attention to you. One night when he came home from the dojo, he walked into the room and found you packing an over night bag. "Baby? What the hell are you doing?" "I'm baking a cake Terry, what does it look like! I'm going to spend some time away with my friend in California" "But? But why?" "Do you really just ask me that?"

You zip your bag shut and look straight at him with a frustrated stare. "Its not like you'd notice I was gone anyway would it?" "Now what is that suposed to mean?" "Oh come in Terry! Do I really have to spell it out!? You never spend time with me anymore, you barely talk to me when I try to be around you, all you seem to want to do is be John's little lap dog" "That's not true" "Yes it is! If John says jump, you say how high. I have tried so hard to do what ever I could to make your home life nicer and happier, but you never notice anything I do for you anymore! You told me last week that you were coming home early, so I cooked you a romantic meal. But I had to sit there in the dark with nothing but a measly candle light and 2 cold dinners. And when you did eventually get home, you said nothing to me and went straight to bed. And you wonder why I want to spend some time away from hear?"

His eyes fill with guilt and regret, he looks heartbroken by what his actions have done to you. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I didnt know that you have been-" "You didnt want to know Terry. The only thing that's important in your life is John!" "That's not true!" "Yes it is!.....what happened to the Terry I fell in love with? The man who would ask me how my day was and kisses me when he came home? The man who would know when I'm feeling upset and would instinctively know that all i would want is a cuddle and everything would be fine? I mean, for god sake! We haven't even had sex for over a month! I cant be around the man I love when he barley notices me" The last part you said had you in tears, and Terry looks so hurt that he made you feel like this.

"Baby I love you, and I'm so sorry that I haven't been paying attention to you lately. It's just this thing with John, he needs my help" "John says he needs you....but so do I. Do you know how hard it is? Trying to sleep in bed at night when the man I love is doing everything else he possibly can do, except touch me? All I want is for you to want to be around me Terry. I want you to hold me in your arms, and kiss me, and want to find me attractive. When we used to have sex it made me feel beautiful, loved, wanted. And it was with the only man I have ever loved. And it kills me inside that you dont feel the same" You turn away, grab your bag and try to storm out of the room. But Terry stands infront of the door, stopping you from leaving.

"Baby please, I want to make this right" "Terry move" "No Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything. I love you more than anything in this world and it breaks my heart to know how I have been making you feel. I really am so so sorry. Please let me make this better, please let me show you how much you mean to me, I love you" You were feeling so many emotions all at once, anger, sadness, frustration, love. All you could do was look at Terry with tears in your eyes, not able to answer him, everything was just getting to you. Terry takes a step towards you, holds your face in his hands and wipes away your tears as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I love you Y/N" You had wanted him to be like this with you for so long, and now he understood how you felt.

You missed him so much, you needed him so much. And without saying a word, you lean up and kiss him, with Terry returning your kiss just as much. One of your hands wraps around the back of his shoulder blades and the other is holding his face as the kiss deepens, Terry grabs your hips and picks you up with his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. The kiss you share gets deeper and more heavy, like you both needed to feel eachothers touch, almost like it was oxygen to you. He walks over to the bed and lies down on his back with you straddling his hips on top. You start to grind against his trousers and you could feel how hard he was already, and his hands grab your hips, moving you at a slightly speedier pace against his rock hard bulge.

You start kissing down his neck and leaving little bite marks on soft parts of his skin, making him let out little moans. Then you sit up on top of his lap and pull of your shirt, which makes him do the same. All while watching you like some kind of hypnotic goddess. Without warning, Terry sits up and turns you over onto the bed, letting him be on top of you now. His bare, muscular chest presses against your breasts as he kisses you once again, and you run your finger nails down his back muscles, making him slightly shiver in anticipation. Terry breaks the kiss by looking deep into you eye, then he starts to leave little kisses down your body as he start to move down towards you trouseres. He unzips your jeans zipper with his teeth, and slowly pulls your trouseres and underwear away from you legs. He then lifts one of your legs over his shoulder as he leaves open mouth kisses down the warm inside part of your thigh, all the way down to your sweet spot.

And before you know it, his tounge is making circles around your sensitive clit and he has inserted his finger into you, making you squirm against his touch. You arch your back as the pleasure builds and builds, he is just to good at this. And with in a minute, he has already brought you to climax, making you grab onto the bad sheets for dear life as you let out moan apon moan. As your orgasm slowly goes down, he sits up, looks you in the eye and starts removing his belt. And once the trousers are pulled down, his rock hard and thick cock bounces out of his boxers and slams against his lower stomach muscles. He was so f#cking sexy. He leans down and positions himself between your legs, you can see the lustful hunger in his eyes and he cant control himself.

He thrusts right into you making you gasp and dig your nails into his muscular arms, then he starts grinding his hips and f#cking you mercilessly against the bed. Over and over again he slams into you, making you feel so close already. But then he takes it up a notch. He grabs on of the pillows from the bed, folds it and puts it under your hips, making your pelvis slightly higher. That when he grabs your hips and f#cks you harder than he has before. This angle he has put you in has improved everything, it feels like his is just slamming into your G spot, over and over again. The pressure builds, and once your orgasm finaly hits you, it make you scream out loud, tears run down your face and your legs are uncontrollably shaking from the intensity of this orgasm. Terry also hits his orgasm, but he keeps thrusting into you as your screaming from yours.

Your both slowly coming down from your high, and Terry lies down on top of you, his hips still inbetween your legs and his head resting on your chest, with your heart beat racing. Your both a little breathless and just need a minute. "Terry...that was...." "Incredible" He says back to you. You rest your hand on his head and start stroking his hair and pony tail. "I love you baby, and I promise I will not make you feel alone or unhappy again" "I just want you to spend time with me Terry, and treat John like a friend, not a job" "I will Y/N, I promise. I love you" "I love you too terry"

[theintelligenceoflove]

Soft soft thought for you... I am just waking up from a lovely little nap, so pardon my sentence structure or the lack of it. lol You've been working without a break for days and Jake knows it's wearing on you. You're trying not to whine about it, but it comes out in your words anyway across texting back and forth. I believe he would be the kind of guy that would show up, knowing when your lunch break is, with a nice little sack lunch that he has prepared for you, with all of your favorites in mind. He'd even put a little note with a smiley and heart on the paper inside the lunch, knowing that if he hung around during your lunch break would be probably frowned upon - so the note is enough to convey that he's thinking of you, supporting you, loving you.

I hope that thought helps out a bit. 💚

Theyre 7 long ass closing shifts. And I love my team I do. I'm on my lunch (well dinner but) so here's me expanding on this I hope that's okay.

Your feet hurt, your back hurts. You want to be home, Jake leaves on tour soon so you'd rather be home with him. But at this point you'd settle for just being home. Another one of the supervisors is out of town and your manager isn't great at scheduling anyways.

You're in the back unpacking truck, not paying attention to your head set and who's ordering what. You're so zoned out that you don't recognize the voice at the drive through. It's been busy so it doesn't take long for one customer to be replaced with another.

Youre unpacking a box of espresso beans when the one thing you DO listen to comes over the head set "y/n can you come help us at the window?" Sighing you pocket your box cutter and put on your customer service face ready to deal with an angry customer.

As you round the corner you see your coworker smiling and then the customer. "I told him we couldn't take things back through the window." Your coworker teases but moves to take another order leaving you with Jake.

"Hey y/n" you can feel the tears at your eyes, you wonder if he had mentioned he was coming by, you hadn't checked your phone in a while. "If you really can't take this I can come around to the door but-"

Jake is holding up a paper sack, you swear you won't cry, it had already been a long day and you're only half way done. You want to tell him to meet you out back, you want a hug and to spend your dinner break with him. But your team is understaffed, your break will be paid and you'll have to eat as you can. "I think we can make an exception." You say instead.

"Thank you Jake." You whisper and he's grinning.

"Anything for my guy." You can tell how much he means it, still you can't help but peak up at the drive through screen, see the line of cars, slowly changing colors. Jake catches you a sheepish smile.

"I love you y/n." Jake says "I'll be home when you're off."

"I love you too." You say not wanting to close the window, go back to stocking. He starts driving first and you sigh.

"Y/n," one of your best work friends says "why don't you go eat, we'll hold it together."

"I can't clock out." You say "so don't feel bad if you need help."

You go to the back and you feel the tears well up again. Jake had packed all your favorites, there was even a little note.

Y/n, you're doing great!! You're almost done, I can't wait to see you tonight.

The note is littered with doodles, hearts and smiles faces. You jerk back when a tear hits the paper, and you take a deep breath. Carefully you fold the note and put it in your pocket as you eat.

You don't get an uninterrupted dinner, though you'd expected that. Your friends rib you about it when you have time, which only makes you smile more. Sticking your hand in your pocket as if reminding yourself it was there.

[lsyd25]

He really tried it. Good for reader to keep her space and her peace at the end.

Doll Parts | tony stark x reader

i love him so much it just turns to hate // he only loves those things because he loves to see them break // and someday you will ache like i ache // Hole - Doll Parts

all hurt comfort. angst. no happy ending. big sad. tony could have been like this, you know. he was like this to pepper at some point. i don't know why i am like this today. rated M for themes of (implied) addiction & cheating and non-explicit mentions of intimacy. word count: 3,3k

It wasn't as if she was blind or dumb. She saw the way he treated everyone around him; whenever a single person got too close he'd push them away, consciously or not. The man loved pushing everybody's buttons as if he was playing Galaga for a living; rapidly, mercilessly, with intent. Tony Stark was not a man to whom a person would give their heart willingly.

It was her own fault she went and gave hers away, to him, of all people. And sometimes, it did feel like he loved her, in his own way. Tony would shower her with gifts and affection, cling to her whenever he wasn't away on SI business, and God, the sex was out of this world. Sometimes, she felt as if she would suddenly burst into a blinding flash of light, scalding and deafening, that would sprout from the invisible wounds his fingers left on her skin. Like fine china, she cracked little by little under his steady, tender hands.

The first time he'd ended their short, by average standards, but long - by his, relationship, it didn't come as a surprise. She had never held illusions on ensnaring the world's most notorious playboy. Younger and less jaded, she amicably agreed to get her things that very same day, blocked his number and left for an overdue vacation in the tropics. Being able to browse the gossip sites speculating on their lack of public appearances whilst sipping a Strawberry Daiquiri was a much better alternative to spending her nights holed up in rainy Manhattan, having to answer numerous "I told you so" calls from friends and relatives.

Maybe, three daiquiris should've been enough. But she'd quit smoking because he said the smell bothered him and she- well, she could do anything she wanted now. Being alone and not dating a very public figure definitely had way more perks than she previously had taken for granted in her much less exposed life. That's how the heartache began to recede: it was hard to mope when fun was calling for you by your name.

Some of Tony's character traits had migrated onto her. Which wasn't bad per se, she had been told she could use to loosen up. Her friends rejoiced in the newfound adventurousness, never missing an opportunity to go out, throw a party, go on a clubbing spree. She was game and she was enjoying it. Dolled up and eyes sparkling, the newfound confidence radiated off her like a beacon, attracting just about every single like-minded person in a five mile radius.

Tony's champagne he had sent to their table meant nothing. Her friends laughed and giggled and asked her all about the juicy details about the billionaire; as much as she searched the rowdy crowd for a familiar pair of baby doe browns, they weren't anywhere within sight. So she went back to talking and smiled as bright as the strobe lights, throwing down a whiskey shot to water the burning ache in her chest.

She found him on the dancefloor. Seconds after she stepped her foot into the mass of grinding bodies Tony was there, an equally happy and intoxicated smile on his face and arms wide open, as if they hadn't parted ways at all. She wanted to be angry with him, she really did, she wanted to snide his frivolity and the possessive way that he had the audacity to treat her.

His eyes, they were her untold weakness. She hadn't seen him so happy in months. Just once, she agreed, she'd let it slide. And so they danced, bodies accustomed to each other in the way that seemed to be impossible for her to achieve with anyone since the day that she left Tony Stark.

A splitting headache and a cold, empty bed greeted her the next morning. Thankfully, her clothes were laying haphazardly on the floor of the bedroom - the bed that was not his own but, rather, as she assumed, one of the many guest rooms in his tower.

Not the one to usually harbour shame of her very human needs, she felt like a cheap whore when she got dressed and grabbed her purse, making a beeline for the door to the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, she was greeted with a woman in a professional suit - tall, strawberry blonde and as cold as the Arctic, beautiful in the Vogue-magazine, unattainable way.

"Good morning," The woman spoke in a pleasant tone.

She wanted to retch from the false cheerfulness. "Good morning, ma'am. I was just leaving," Refusing to bow to her own shame, she flashed an equally cheerful grin towards the blonde.

"I'm Mr. Stark's personal assistant, my name is Pepper Potts," They briefly shook hands, neither of them wanting to touch the other longer than it was necessary. "There is a car waiting for you downstairs. Be sure to take the left exit."

Internally fuming, she smiled slightly wider, seeing no need to introduce herself or prolong the awkward interaction longer than necessary. "Thank you, Ms. Potts, that will not be necessary. I have arranged my own ride. Have a nice day, ma'am," With that, she pressed the button once again, entering the elevator with the expression of polite contentment glued to her face like a persistent piece of dog shit she couldn't shake off the bottom of her shoe.

Ms. Potts' façade slipped slightly - she must've been new - as the blonde ran a sharply observant look over the woman in the elevator, pulling out her phone as soon as the elevator door was halfway closed. That was quickly forgotten, her head growing clearer with each second it was pressed against the cold window of the cab she'd called on the way downstairs.

It was a mistake, a perfectly human accident that happened to the best of them. Only it left a bitter residue somewhere south of her ribcage, something acrid and viscous that even alcohol couldn't melt. The more she drank, the thicker that ball of rolled up frustration became, bleeding into her work, her relationships with her friends. It was tiresome to keep craving something so far out of her reach.

The exhaustion grew day by day, until her chest felt constricted for most part of the day and all the oxygen in the whole wide world wasn't enough. Her heartache was saved, strangely enough, by aliens - they rained down on New York city like frogs during the Plague in the book of Exodus; as if God himself was angry at the state of affairs of his favourite pet earthlings. For a time, she couldn't afford to worry about her broken heart and focused on the dilapidated city, landing her resources and skills whenever, whenever she could.

Late at night, exhausted and drained, she allowed herself to flick through the news, eagerly soaking up the new details that seemed to pop up every other day. Aliens were real, Thor was one, Captain America was alive and her ex-boyfriend was now a member of the merry band of misfit superheroes.

She had never taken his hero sidegig too seriously. Tony had some good in him, he wasn't the attention-demanding supervillain-waiting-to-happen, but neither he was hero material. The Tony she knew was akin to a hyperintelligent kid left without supervision. Consequences were a slight setback, not a surefire deterrent for this man.

Her building remained mostly intact - some cosmetic damages that were repaired quickly and did not concern her apartment at all - so she stayed in the same place, much to everyone's dismay. A good chunk of her friends had moved away from NYC as soon as they could - not that she blamed them - but the calls of her family, consisting of begging and nagging her to move states, were beginning to climb over the annoying line very quickly. More often than not, she ignored all calls that weren't from her friends or work.

It shouldn't have surprised her that Tony showed up on her balcony one night - but the shriek that left her was utterly involuntary. His armored suit was noisy and clunky, just like was expected from a huge chunk of metal. Tony's face was a ghost of the man she used to know: he was pale, the bags under his eyes were fit to carry groceries in and he'd lost more than a few pounds around his middle.

Not that she had a glow-up. Work hours were long, volunteer work was by far more exhausting and emotionally draining. With her support system scattered across the country and free hours few and in-between, she'd acquired a shrink. Nightmares went away and the sluggishness, too, thanks to a couple of convenient prescriptions. It seemed like the professionals were as clueless as any in dealing with the aftermath of an alien invasion.

"You weren't returning my calls," Tony stated in the way of hello. It was so like him, to be skipping the pleasantries and glossing over the details.

"I have your number blocked," She replied unkindly, raising an eyebrow as the suit retracted and the man, wearing worn jeans and an oil-stained tee, stepped into the twilight of her home without an invitation.

"I wanted to make sure you are alive and your home is being rebuilt in case it was demolished. Stark foundation is shouldering most of the expenses," He offered in the way of explanation, beelining for the nice whiskey she kept in a tumbler in the living room.

The snort escaped her lips before she could help it; brain chronically overtired but medicated; Adderall and weariness. He was never a good liar, only a good faker. "Why are you here, Tony?" All of it: the damages, the casualties, all of it was public record, accessible 24/7. All he had to do was open Google.

He turned around, scanning her head-to-toe, in that not-quite-convinced way. "Just wanted to see if you're okay," He tried for nonchalant but his eyes were haunted. The whiskey glass he was holding empty in seconds.

She walked up to him, staying at an arm's distance from the man, before doing a slow, sarcastic twirl. "I'm fine. Not a scratch. Was in Staten Island that day."

He nodded, not at all convinced. "Good," Before slamming the glass down with such force, she was afraid the countertop now sported a rounded indent. Fingers twitching, he pulled the woman into himself before she could utter a peep, smashing their lips together without any grace, paying no attention to the way she froze as still as a statue. "God, I missed you. Couldn't bear the thought of you dying..." He mumbled in between harshly biting the plump of her bottom lip and steering the kiss towards his wishes, hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head.

He tasted like whiskey and desperation.

She couldn't not give in. She'd felt the same way when she watched his red and gold armor fly into that wormhole, missile in tow. She'd felt the same despair clawing at her ribcage when his lifeless body flew back from it before being caught by the rabid green monstrosity.

It wasn't graceful and it wasn't pretty; feeling like a monster herself, she responded the same way he did. She shredded his clothes, she clawed his back, leaving wet crimson streaks in the wake of her nails and whispered the ugliest, nastiest truths she had denied herself for so long. He left with the promise to stay in contact and for once, he did.

Nothing was the same. Tony was far from the careless, extravagant billionaire he used to be. These days he was a cynical, analytical asshole that one-upped people even before he had a real need to do so. Both of them had changed, really. She was not the tender uptown girl either.

The nights with him were rare and long; the nights alone with her work were recurrent and longer. The tower stood out on the NYC skyline like a sore thumb, beckoning with the unattainable snipe hunt of having something stable with the world's #1 superhero, Tony Stark. Each time they met, she felt almost as dirty as the time she stood in the elevator under the scrutiny of Pepper Potts.

Even if he didn't outright hide her. She'd ran into Black Widow and Clint Barton once or twice, each of them casting a glance at her Special Visitor badge before muttering niceties and moving on with their day. It was only slightly better with the Captain: he got in the elevator two floors below Tony's penthouse at 8 AM in the morning, just as she was leaving for work - dressed in a sharp pantsuit that was not-quite on Pepper's level. The soldier must've assumed she was a high-rank employee or a friend, the tips of his cheeks blushing as he spoke a quiet: "Good morning, ma'am," In that semi-formal tone of his.

Seeing a grown man get so flustered was quite adorable. "Good morning, Captain Rogers, sir," She replied in a matching tone, humoring him.

The elevator stopped suddenly and a few employees got in, staring openly at the national icon, who had his eyebrows slanted in confusion. The woman shared his sentiment: it was Tony's private elevator. She guessed all the other ones were too full in the mornings so the tower's AI put the underused one to work.

Or, at least, that's what she tried to convince herself of anyway. It wouldn't be past Tony to get jealous over something as trivial as sharing an elevator car with Captain America.

The plateau of normalcy didn't last long. Just as she was opening her third bottle of wine for the night, laptop open on the kitchen counter and proudly displaying "Tony Stark and Pepper Potts - America's newest power couple?" article, she realised he was a coward, too. Slowly but surely, he had ghosted her, not even bothering with an explanation of his sudden unavailability, the several dates missed and even more postponed indefinitely.

They were never going to be a normal couple. She had made her peace with that, ugly and depressing - but it was real. She thought what they had was real. She finally had admitted to herself that she loved him, loved an impossible man, loved to the bottom of Hell and pitfire. The fireworks under her skin had never fully gone away, she realised as more and more ugly sobs broke from her chapped lips.

She blocked his number again and bought herself a new one, deleting the "Tony Stark" contact for good. There was more than enough work to do and the time to feel sorry for herself was sparse. And if she picked up a habit to make sure the time working was spent with proper efficiency, without soaking documents in saltwater that her eyes seemed to overproduce those days? It wasn't a big deal. She needed to get back on her feet somehow, without being dragged by a man who wasn't even present to actively be ruining her life anymore.

If anything, she thought she should feel grateful. The blinding light, the stars that exploded and shone inside her only for Tony, became something poisonous and vile. It wasn't the bitter taste of regret; rather, she felt a flash of ravenous, burning anger every time his name or his face popped up in a press article within her eyesight. Love and hate weren't that different when it came to the intensity: she basked in those newfound feelings, taking care to pick apart and neatly sort each of his perceived flaws on a cute little shelf in her overtaxed brain and fatigued heart.

It wasn't healthy. A convenient escape for the summer; a cabin far, far away from the busy New York city - she took up the offer and relocated there, being content with working remotely, drinking strawberry mimosas by the lakeside. Day by day, the clarity of her mind returned, lulled into a false sense of security by the tranquil trees slowly swaying in the breeze and wide ripples in the water.

Tony seemed to be enjoying bringing chaos into her life and making her miserable. The quinjet landed right on the neatly manicured lawn in front of the cabin, several obviously exhausted and wounded superheroes dismounting the vehicle, Tony looking sheepish but determined in the lead.

She wasn't completely unaware of the rest of the world and knew of the fiasco the Avengers recently had. Was it the half-dead, limping Widow or the baby blues of the Captain, she couldn't tell, but the woman ushered them into her house, gathering the tools needed for first aid with haste. Fate wasn't looking to give her a break.

As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen, alone, Tony was there, looking much like that time on the balcony, baby doe browns turned up to eleven and a groveling speech prepared on demand. He'd noticed her weight loss and the ashen tone of her skin, the prominent veins and the bags under her eyes. She was as obvious as a brick to the face with her vices.

She slapped him. He winced, but stayed quiet, preparing himself for the storm - and storm him she did, keeping quiet enough for most of the team to be able to tactfully ignore the scolding Tony was getting. "I despise, you, Stark. You're a coward. Do not dare to set foot in my house ever again."

Needless to say, the superheroes departed shortly after Natasha's injuries were stabilised and frowning, disappointed Thor and Steve (they'd asked her to address them by their first names) bashfully apologized for their sudden intrusion and any discomfort they might have caused. She smiled at Steve, wide and big; refusing to admit it was done just to spite Tony, she joked and blushed in response to the Captain.

Tony did not attempt to contact her again. For some time, she lived in fear - irrational one at that - he'd appear and wreck her life one more, final time, before admiring the destruction and leaving her a steaming pile of ashes on the floor. But seasons passed and all of it faded, like a vivid, terrible nightmare.

Piece by piece, her life was getting put back together. His name stopped invoking a swarm of feelings she needed to drown just to stay afloat; there were news regarding him, another violent altercation, and she simply flicked the TV back to adult swim. New friends and new hobbies were being made; the fine cracks made by his agile fingers were being filled with the gold of newer, better discoveries.

There was always something going on in the superhero world and finally one of the topics reached her line of work: mutant rights. She'd never stopped being a volunteer after that NYC invasion, making new connections in a domain previously unexplored, it paid off in spades regarding her career growth. The connections were vital to be able to climb the corporate ladder successfully.

Stark showed up at her door three days after half of his merry band of misfits were pronounced fugitives. This time, she expected it. She knew better than to expect him to assume responsibility by himself - a quick Google search and his relationship status was listed as once again single - the Virginia Potts she knew would not have let anything like that happen. Stark was on his own.

"They betrayed me," He'd said, from behind the door she had cracked open a few inches, to make him know he wasn't welcome in her home.

"I think you know now, how I felt then," She didn't falter, ignoring the way his still freshly-bruised face darkened. "As far as I am concerned, you deserve it. Goodbye, Tony." She shut the door without waiting for his response, hearing his footsteps slowly back away as she made herself another coffee.

Tony Stark taglist: @another-stark-sub @letsby @mostly-marvel-musings @rdjesus4ever @ladyeliot

Well um 💀 yeah. I'll go and attempt to scavenge some serotonin somewhere now. Thanks for reading! 💖✨

[lokisprettygirl]

Soft loki idea:

You've been having a bad week at work, your stressed out and loki notices. So when you finish work on Friday night, loki surprises you when you come home to a cosy blanket Fort, your favourite foods and a cuddles and movie night 💚

Short little something because I found this adorable, something I know soft loki would do,

Little Fort (Loki x fem reader)

"Honestly y/n, you know we are cutting down and your work is still unsatisfactory, don't be surprised if you're fired by the end of the month" you heard your boss yelling at you, again and you sighed. Being a sales person is getting harder everyday. You joined the profession because you had a knack for it, but some people are just not convinced and there's nothing you can do about it. You have been having a rough week mentally and emotionally, and this was just the cherry on the top.

You couldn't wait to finish your hours and go back to him. Loki, your boyfriend, the love of your life, your precious little hummus ,thank god it was Friday so you can just go home and forget about the world and get lost within him.

Everyday when he sees you coming back home all exhausted and stressed, he tries to pamper you as much as he could, a movie or your favourite dinner, a bath is a must when his princess is not feeling her best and is drained physically from her day. 

Today however when you reached home, your home with him, you didn't see him anywhere and it was dark but then you entered your shared room and it was dark but you could see a small blanket fort in the middle of the room, it was hanging from the air, magically of course, you could see the light shimmering from inside and then you saw him peeking his head out from the fort, that adorable poofy grub of hair greeting you, his smile so wide as he looked at you "Princess I did a little something, a fort for all your needs, and I mean it when I say it's a fort for all your needs" he giggled and you teared up.

He was so thoughtful and caring, life would have felt so much harder if you didn't have this ray of sunshine in it "Oh sweet baby" your lips trembled and he immediately got out of the fort and pulled you into his arms "Hey hey princess, no no no, absolutely not, you don't get to cry today my sweet love" he caressed your back softly and peppeed kisses on your neck as he tried to soothe you with his words and touches 

"Who hurt my princess hmm? I know you have been having a tough week but what got you sweetheart? Share with me Little love, let me make you feel better" he whispered and you pulled away from his chest but still engulfed in his arms, you tiptoed to kiss his forehead "I might get fired lo, I just wanted to come home to you and drown myself in you but you ..you are so sweet and kind to me all the time, how would I ever make you feel the same?" He teared up as he heard you, how could you ever think that you didn't already make him feel like the happiest man in all the nine realms

"Oh pretty baby, you think you already don't make me the happiest? I have never felt such happiness in my life before, you have no idea what you do for me just by being here with me" he kissed your forehead and then he wiped your tears "I love you lo, I love you baby" you whispered and his heart felt so full as he answered

"I love you, let me make you feel better okay? Sweet beautiful princess of mine" he admire your independence and ambitions, he however hates it when someone at your job makes you feel bad about your work, if it was up to him he would keep you  pampered like a queen, he have more than enough for you two but you want to be independent and he appreciates that.

"Mmm Take me to your fort mister" you giggled and he took you inside, now it might have looked so tiny from the outside, but as you got in, it was the cosiest little thing, he decorated the fort with lights and he hung pictures of you and him from the light, in the corner you saw a cushy mattress with so many pillows, lots of soft toys all around, a laptop set in front of the mattress, so you two can watch a movie probably. 

He also kept all the snacks you like to munch on, your favourite drinks in the cooler, like he said, it literally had everything you'd ever need after a long day.

He laid down on the mattress with his back situated on the pillow and he opened his arms for you as he smiled widely, didn't take you a second to submerge into him, this is what you were waiting for all day, he turned on your favourite movie on the laptop but you just wanted to feel him and focus on him, your lips trailed softly over his chest "It's a beautiful fort lo, how did you get this idea?" You giggled and he smiled "When I was little, Mama used to make it for me when I got too sad" Gahh he's adorable and you love him so much

"You'll find another job princess I believe in you always, never ever feel as if you're not doing your best just because somebody told you so" 

You sighed in content as you heard him and you kissed him softly "Thank you lo, I appreciate you more than anything in my life" you kissed on his cheeks then pecked his lips softly, his eyes never leaving yours, he's so beautiful and he wants to be all yours, that thought always makes you giddy.

You stayed in his arms and he held you so tight, his lips trailed over your head and cheeks and neck whenever he felt that you had gone too long without his soft kisses, everytime he pecked you, you'd hum and it made him feel so warm  "What would I do without you lo?" You mumbled as you sighed

"Never have to find it out I promise you that, you'll always come home to me and I'll always be here for my baby princess" 

You fell asleep in his arms like that feeling so calm and loved, in that little magical fort of blessings, it literally had everything you'd ever need. It had him.

[sobeverly]

Is this... it can’t be.. part two of the grabsy boy,,, naughty mofos

{1.9k words}

Includes: violence, OOC, (y’all already know what he doin)

P.S. ; thank you for the kind words on the first part 💚— send in requests I’d love to write some more

part one

Moaning she brought her fingers to her forehead, and with blurry eyes she identified the red substance that stained them. With faint grumbling meeting her ears she watched as a cloth made its way to her face. The sweet smell once again lulling her asleep.

It was a rare occurrence- the feeling of being awake yet having no control over your body; being completely paralyzed to your darkest thoughts. It happened occasionally throughout her life. Her limbs were numb and lips unable to move and call out for help. A street light caught her attention as the doors in front of her were opened. Her heart began to race and she willed herself to move but could do nothing. As if she were a rag doll the man, her abductor, gripped her bound ankles and dragged her closer to himself.

Her vision was still blurry and the quick motion caused the street light to become a string of fluorescent yellow.

His hand was quick to go underneath her waist, forearm bringing her close to him. Stomach to chest— almost if you had seen them passing by the street you would not give it a passing thought. If you could only look past the bound ankles and wrists. A husband bringing his wife home from a late night dinner. Out of the back of their van, in the middle of the night, bloodied.

He smelled of rainwater and sweat. She tried to focus on his face from her resting position on his shoulder. The mask he wore before was gone, and with that thought she whimpered. The numbness in her face started to disappear.

Shivers ran across her skin when he whispered into her ear, “Keep quiet… Wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

She so badly wanted to scream as she heard the familiar jingling of keys. His forearm went further to rest under her butt. Shoving her upwards and into him. Her chance of survival was diminishing, but her body remained still; unable to fight. The street lamp slowly exited her line of sight and was replaced by the walls inside of his home- of which she could only assume.

Whining outwardly was all that she could muster. His free arm came to wrap itself around her neck. Squishing her into his own neck. Causing her to choke out a breath and a whine as he released. Another line of whispers into her ear but the words he spoke were lost in her dazed state.

She felt something in her eyelashes and assumed it was tears, but it had been the blood dripping from her head down into her face.

“Plea—” Her words were garbled and faded. Unable to plead to her captor.

He softly shushed her as he came upon another door. This time when the jingling of keys occurred it brought her out of her terrified state. She yelled but it was hushed by his arm reaching up to choke her once again. A slam echoed throughout the house as the door he opened slammed against its opposite wall. His foot had kicked it open, and he stepped in revealing a set of stairs descending into her own personal Hell.

Her vision blackened as air refused to meet her lungs. With each step down his grip on her neck tightened, and right as she felt her neck would break the pain stopped. Heavy steps slammed against the cement as they entered a room.

He leaned over to put her down, and she finally felt tears well up in her eyes. Finally regaining feeling in her arms and legs she began to thrash around. She screamed when his hands met her chest and felt around her neck. In a quick pull the necklace she wore was torn off. His hands proceeded back to her shirt which was covered in dry mud and grass.

“Help! Please someone help me!” She wailed.

His hands then went down to her pants and found their way inside her pockets. She had nothing on her. Everything had been in her purse, or in her car. Her shoes were missing which means he had already discarded those.

After retracting his hands and a deep sigh left his mouth he spoke, “If it helps you— continue to scream.”

He stood from his squatting position and continued once he acknowledged her horror stricken face, “I’m sorry there isn’t a place for you to rest,’’ he looked around and she followed, “you were truly a present to find.” Another click from his tongue then he grinned, “Christmas came early, right Dorothy?”

“You’re lying! I know someone can hear me— Help me! That’s not my fucking name,” she squirmed away as his hand came to touch her face, “Get away from me!”

He leaned forward to caress her cheek so she forced herself away from him as much as possible. His touch sickened her and she felt herself begin to want to vomit. She screamed more as his hands wrapped around her body, and pulled her upright. Back against the corner of the room unable to hide from his touches anymore. Now looming over her he reached around him and pulled out a familiar mask.

He stared into her eyes with a sense of conquerment- like she was a prize. His Christmas present. With that he pulled the mask over his face.

A deep grumble echoed throughout the room, “Now be a good girl while I go get your things,” his laugh felt forced but caused chills to rise on her arms, “Not that you could do anything about it.”

Her entire body shook in terror and anger when he turned to leave her.

“Let me go! You’re disgusting— I can’t believe I trusted you…” Her screams ended in sobs.

The word assault unaffected him, but in fake disbelief he brought his hand to his chest.

“Is that really what you think of me, Dorothy?” Another empty laugh came from him as he opened the door to her only escape.

She tried to stand, but her legs gave out and left her crashing onto the cement. Her crawls to escape were of no use as he began to close the door, but not without another tease.

“Can never be too careful.’’ He mocked what she had said to him before. His voice raised a few octaves and with a harsh slam of the door she was alone.

All was quiet as she stared into the door, and after a few moments the lights shut off.

She was alone.

No husband carrying her home from a loving night of companionship. Just scarred wrists and blood dripping into her eyes. It was almost surreal as she looked around. This cement encased room was her cell.

She could have been asleep. This could have been her worst nightmare. Unable to wake due to the deep sleep she must be under. She recalled those times she felt she was still in the nightmare state. Though it usually took place in her bed. With her body unable to move, and a shadow looming over her. Willing her to wake up and meet her demise. With eyes burning and heart lulling to a soft pace she felt at ease as her head hit the cool cement below her.

This would all just be a dream— a nightmare.

When she was a child the smell of breakfast would always wake her up. Her hair in two braids and a smile which only a few teeth upheld. Round cheeks filled with the delicious foods.

“Dorothy, you’ve made quite the mess.”

Cheerful cheeks turned sour as she looked up from her plate. The masked figure motioned to the food placed in front of her. With scrunched brows and a slight pout she looked down.

Blood overflowed the porcelain plate and onto her lap, then the floor. Her eyes widened with mouth agape as she stared at the flowing red liquid. She yelped when his much larger hands slammed onto the table, and cried when he began to laugh.

The sound her forehead made as it lifted from the cement was indescribable. Mostly dried blood with dirt and grime— like when you were a kid and scraped your knee so badly. The band aid used would peel, taking skin, puss, and blood with it. It was just like that.

A groan of relief fell from her lips as she realized her ankles were freed from their bound state. Forcing herself to her knees, she attempted to pull at her bound wrists. Once she knew her strength would be no use she brought her teeth down to rip at the tape and rope. When a lack of hair fell into her face she stopped. Bringing her confined hands up she was met with chopped short pieces of hair.

“I hope you don’t mind.” His graveled voice spoke from the doorframe.

She slowly lifted her eyes, but stopped at his hands.

“You freak! Let me out of here!” Scrambling to her feet she lurched forward as nausea overtook her.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” he motioned around the room with the hand that gripped onto her cut hair, “Name calling will get you nowhere.”

His mask was void of expression but his eyes read enough— that she had begun to agitate him.

“What are you gonna do to me?” She asked and felt her back meet the cement wall.

“I will never make you do anything that you won’t… like.”

“You cut my hair off in my fucking sleep after kidnapping me!” Her voice cracked as she spoke the words.

He rolled his shoulders back then took a deep breath, “How is your head?”

“Why does that matter?” She rushed out, “I’m in your fucking dungeon— because you’re clearly deranged!” She yelped when he rushed forward and used his free hand to grip onto her face.

His fingers dug into her skin as he growled out, “Mind your language or I’ll cut that filthy tongue out and shove it down your throat.”

She immediately quieted. Not that she could with his ring clad hand gripping her face. He hummed lowly the sound coming from deep within him. Her head began to move softly side to side as he examined the bloodied state her face was in.

“You kept waking up— couldn’t have that now could I?” He sighed, “What I said about your tongue… I was angry, is all. You do have one filthy mouth for such a pretty face, but I’m not gonna hold it against you.” He hummed then nodded as if he held some moral superiority for giving her a chance.

Her eyes twitched in discomfort as the rage in her body grew. She nodded in hopes he would release her face, and possibly get on his good side.

“You don’t have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here,” he dragged his thumb over her lips, “on that I give my word, Dorothy.”

Her mind screamed to be free, but she knew that wouldn’t come easy. He released her face with a deep sigh. Her eyes widened when she heard a phone ringing in the distance. She watched as he looked over his shoulder in slight surprise.

“You hear that too, Dorothy?” He looked over with a raise of a brow.

She nodded and swallowed, containing the urge to scream out for help.

“I’m gonna go see who it is, and if you play nice, I’ll come back with a present,” he took heavy steps to the open door before turning. “Then I’ll explain everything.”

Her jaw clenched as he shut the door. The lock clunked as he left, and she knew now would be her chance. She scoffed and looked down at her bound wrists.

What the fuck was she going to do?

[vivinightingale]

Sorry to add another work load XD

But I wanna see Cotton Candy and Green Apple with Atem for the Candy Heart Event

Candy Heart Event

💖Cotten Candy: "They are everything I've been prayin'"

💚Green apple: "Your the type I wanna spend my whole life with."

Say less sweetheart 😘 💕

Excited to share the treats with Atem you made your way to your shared apartment. When you got there though Atem seemed off. Like he was nervous, but you couldn't place why. You figured he would tell you what was on his mind when he was ready. So to ease the tension you showed him the candy a small spreading across your face.

"Look what I found! They use to be my favorite growing up so I wanted to share them with you!" Finding your smile contagious Atem smiled back at you as he gingerly took the bag to have a better look. As he read some of the copy and paste saying on the hearts he couldn't help but chuckle, and wonder if they ever worked for anyone. Though that thought didn't go very far as you took the bag and opened them. Your hand swirling around the chocky candy before pulling out a Cotten Candy and Green Apple flavored hearts.

Proud to pull your two favorites in one go you handed the green heart to Atem that was oddly blank, and threw the pink one in your mouth before reading the saying. You hummed in satisfaction while Atem watched. He knew tonight was gonna change everything, and it made him both excited and nervous.

He quickly ate the candy as he sat the bag on the counter. Taking both your hands in his own he smiled "I have a surprise for you My love. So please follow me." Kissing your lips gently he led you to the dining room. There you saw the most beautiful candle lit dinner. At the center of the table were the Water lillies he so loving called you, your favorite food plated so neatly, and candles that not only set the mood, but smelled so nice. It looked like something out dream.

Walking to the chair closest to you he pulled it out, and wait patiently for you to take a seat. When you did he scooted the chair in and took the seat across from you. "I wanted to do something special for you. To show you how much I love you." He held is hand out for you on the table love admiration written all over his face.

Taking his hand you blush as your smile mirrored his "It's beautiful Atem.." you all bust whisper. Chuckling he bring your hand up to his lips and kiss you knuckles "not nearly ad beautiful as you My lilly."

Dinner went smoothly. The two of quietly talked about each other's days as he threw in the occasional compliment. However as it was coming to a close Atem got more fidgety, his hands always find sanctum in his lap. With curiosity nawing at your mind you were going to as him, but when you looked up there he was in front of you going down on one knee a beautiful black velvet bos in his hand.

You could feel the tears gather in your eyes as he opened the box revealing a beautiful ring with your birthstone on it, and began to speak "(y/n) since the moment ive met you ive known your the type i wanted to spend of my whole life with. Because you are everything I've been prayin' for since I could remember. So please grant me this last wish and marry me."

You couldn't seem to gather the words as you began to cry. So with a frantic nod you threw yourself into his arms, and began to sob in the crook of his neck. He held you tightly as he felt his own tears began to run down his cheeks.

Gods he loves you, and can't wait to spend the rest of his life you.

[bowandcurtsey]

Hewo☺️

So I always love me some Finral content! I was taking a break from tumblr for awhile and, now that I’m back, I came across your Dad Finral and Uncle Langris post (my reaction to this post = 😍💚💙💚💙😍)

I just wanted to share, when the anon said that they could see Finral “tearing up the first time he gets to take her on a ‘date’ to a father daughter dance 🥺🥰 what if she put a green streak in her hair like daddy?” While the father daughter dance is a possibility for what they meant, it was the “first time he gets to take her on a ‘date’” part that threw me off from the father daughter dance at a wedding. I just wanted to share, the father daughter dance that I know of is, back in Girl Scouts (but they probably have events like it outside of Girl Scouts too) there were annual events called Father Daughter Dances (and you earned a patch for it) where girls between the ages of like 7 to 13 get all dolled up fancy and their father had the tasks of dressing in a blazer or suit or something and showing up at the door with flowers and taking their daughter to the location where the dance was held (ours was always a local ballroom) and basically the whole night plays out with the dad opening the car door and regular doors for her, pulling out her chair for her, treating her to dinner, and dancing with her on the dance floor. So like a Cotillion of sorts minus the debutants; the whole point of the event is, while for little girls it seems like it’s just something fun to do with daddy, it’s supposed to be a chance for the father to teach their daughter exactly how a respectful gentleman should treat her on a date. So when the anon said “first time he gets to take her on a ‘date’” and “what if she put a green streak in her hair like daddy?” that’s what came to mind for me. (and if this is what anon meant, then yes anon, imagining Finral coming to the door with a bouquet and seeing his little girl in a dress and being surprised with a green streak like her daddy... *cue heart attack from the cuteness feels* 🥰😭) Again, I don’t know what anon meant when they asked this, I just felt like sharing. Maybe I should make a request for BC boys or Black Bulls doing this with their young daughters sometime in the future? I’m literally squealing from the cuteness just imagining it! *cue 2nd heart attack from the cuteness and feels*. Hope you have a lovely rest of your day Aine 😊

Oh god 🥺 I’m rly sorry for getting your request wrong other Anony.

I do remember vaguely about these kind of events that I watched on shows. But when I googled it up it didn’t show. 🤧

So a wedding was what I could think off.

What you explained sounds about right I think! Thank you for the clarification Anony! I’m glad I learnt a new thing hehe 💕

Sometimes when I don’t really get the requests 100% I’ll just tweak them a little. If the requests are not what you guys like, do send them in again! 🤧😘

[lucrezia-thoughts]

lovely lucrezia ❤️

i wish you and neville a good start into this week ✨ i'm so excited about this story, so here are more answers for you, my lovely darling 🥰

Is all of this taking place before or after the events of the movie??

all of this takes before the movie!

How does she react??

first of all you're stunned! because this confession is all you ever wanted to hear from him. you're heart is pounding and it feels like there is a swarm of butterflies in your stomach... "you...you're in love with me?", you unbelievably breathe out. "oh sweetheart," he chuckles, "i've felt like that for a long time".

you can't help but close your eyes and press a kiss on the rough palm still cradling your face. it feels like you heart is beating out of your chest when you look up and lock eyes with will's stormy blue ones. what follows is a flurry of actions... will leaning down and gently kissing you, him pulling you up to sit on his lap, threading your hands in his blonde hair. you both come up for air after some passionate kisses and there are tears in your eyes when you softly whisper against his lips the words that have been true for the longest time: "i love you, will miller"

How does this change their relationship??

ohhhh it changes a lot!!!! you stay the night at will's house following your confessions (no fun stuff happened, you just cuddled and fell asleep on his bed) and the next morning after breakfast you sit down and have a real conversation that isn't clouded by some leftover adrenaline. it's the first time you admit that you've carrried a torch for him since highschool and he talks about his fear of not being enough for you, but you reassure him that he's the one for you.

you agree that for now you want to keep this to yourselves and not tell the guys, but that plan goes down the drain the next weekend when benny watches you interacting at your weekly bbq. he sees the stolen glances, the secret touches, the way you smile at eachother... "so when's the wedding, guys? am i gonna be an uncle soon?" he asks and there's no way you can deny that someting major had changed between you and will.

the following weeks are pure bliss, you're definitely in the honeymoon phase. but the great part is that you already know eachother so well, that you spend a lot of time physically exploring eachother which is oh sooooo satisfying. you thought that you knew what great sex felt like, but will definitely was a god when it came to bedtime activities.

after keeping this from your mother for some time, you invite will over for dinner and officially introduce him as your boyfriend and of course your mother is delighted. according to her she and your late father always knew that you two would end up together eventually. "it's fate" she tells you.

- 🌻

Sex God Will Miller ™️ 👀

At this point... I can only come up with one question to ask, my precious 🌻... WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?????

Gah!!!! I just love this story!!! 🥰💚