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elizabethwritesmen · 11 months ago

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The Devil Wears Lace

chapter 9 : November 3, 2024

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

summary: it’s the next morning and simon shows you a new side of himself. you let out some secrets too, and it seems a happy ending is in store.

warnings: dirty dirty smut, unmasked simon, degradation and praise, choking, all the usual stuff, emotional vulnerability, size kink if you squint, oral f receiving, that should be all let me know if i missed any!

a/n: this is the final chapter. I want to thank all of you for reading and for any love you’ve shown my story!

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November 3, 2024

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, face falling as I looked around the room for Simon. Had he left?

I stood up, padding my way to the doorway and out into the hall, searching every room and getting discouraged. That is, until the smell of something cooking hit my nose.

I frowned, heading for the kitchen and pausing dead in my tracks in the doorway, eyes going wide and jaw going slack.

“Simon?” I called, voice meek.

His back was to me as he was facing the stove, working away at whatever he was making. He was wearing new clothes, but that wasn’t what shocked me.

There, on the dining room table, laid his mask.

All I could see from where I stood was the back of his head, his dirty blonde hair disheveled and a little wet. I could smell him, the scent of pine soap filling the air. My breath caught in my throat as he began to turn around, and on instinct, I closed my eyes, squeezing them tight.

“What’re you doing?” he chuckled.

“Giving you privacy to put it back on,” I explained, slapping my hands over my face for extra emphasis.

“Do you want me to put it back on?”

“Don’t you want to? So I won’t see you?”

He sighed, and I could feel his footsteps approaching me. His big hands closed around my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face and leaving me with closed eyes.

“Do you really think I’d walk around your kitchen without it on if I cared about you seeing me?”

“Guess not,” I shrugged, opening one eye and then the other. He was staring down at me, and I gaped.

He was handsome, more so than I could’ve ever imagined and I was suddenly thankful he wore a mask everywhere because his face was positively sinful. He had a scar on his eyebrow and one by his eye, and his nose was a bit crooked. I could tell he had been through it but that only added to how beautiful he was. His eyes were even prettier this way, too, framed by his perfect features and boring into me, a bit pinched together from the stress of me seeing him for the first time. I smoothed those wrinkles out with my fingers, my eyes greedy for everything they could get.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” he asked me, rough as usual but with a note of something new. Fear.

“Sometimes, words just aren’t enough,” I responded, and he gasped slightly. “You’re perfect, if that’s what you wanna know.” I ran my hands through his hair, cupping the back of his neck. “And your secret is safe with me.”

He groaned, leaning down and kissing me once, twice, then three times, each one deeper than the last. I hummed into it, savoring the feeling of his face against mine. A second later, he pulled away, walking back over to the stove and continuing cooking. I walked with him, leaning up against the counter and watching him flip the bacon. There was a pan full of scrambled eggs on the back burner, and a plate of toast beside him. I frowned.

“Where’d you get all this stuff from?” I asked him, knowing for sure I did not have any of it the night before.

“I woke up early and went to base to grab some soap and a change of clothes. I stopped at the grocery store on the way back to get you some things, you didn’t have very much in here.”

“Simon,” I sighed, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he shrugged.

“I’ll pay you back.”

“No,” he adamantly shook his head, “You’re a waitress going to one of the most expensive colleges in the world. You’re not paying me back anything. I’ve got your groceries from now on, and whatever else you need.”

“No, I can’t let you-“

“The military pays well and I don’t spend it on anything. I want to spend it on you. Let me.”

I just stared at the intense look in his eyes for a second before nodding slowly, reluctantly agreeing to what he was asking. And I kept staring, eyes roaming his face as he finished up cooking. It didn’t take long for them to wander down the rest of him, lingering on the expanse of his shoulders and of his hips, his arms, his legs. He was so built, a wall of muscle standing right there in my kitchen making me breakfast. They made their way back to his face, wanting to soak it in some more and memorize it because I wasn’t sure if showing me was a one time thing or if he was gonna be unmasked every time we were alone. He had a smirk on his lips and I knew he could see what I was doing, mapping him out, but I didn’t care. I just kept going, focusing in on the sharp plane of his jaw and how it contracted with the soft brush of his hair. Fuck, he really was handsome like I’d said, and the more I looked at him the more I realized it was true. Just looking at him had me turned on and I wished there was an off button because I wasn’t sure he’d wanna go again.

“You’re staring,” he grunted as he turned the stove off and made two plates of food.

“Can’t help it,” my response was simple.

“Can’t help it, huh?” he set the food aside and walked over to me, arms on either side of me, trapping me between him and the counter as I gazed up at him.

“You look good,” I explained myself, shy and meek under him, unable to express exactly what I wanted but hoping he’d give into me.

He just looked at me for a second, eyes trailing down my face, then my neck and chest, and coming back up to rest on mine.

“You look good,” he repeated the words back to me and I giggled, easing up and winding my arms around his neck to press a kiss to his cheek. It felt nice, his stubble against me, warm and right.

He didn’t even let me pull back, turning and taking my lips in his own in the most all consuming kiss I’d ever had. I hummed into his mouth as he picked me up and set me on the counter, pulling me to the edge so I could wrap my legs around him. I held on tight to him as he kept going, and I felt like I was on an entirely new wave of arousal now that he was unmasked. Not that the mask wasn’t sexy in its own way, but this was the real Simon and he wanted me like I wanted him.

“Simon,” I broke away to speak, but he paid no attention, mouth moving from my cheek, to my jaw, to my neck and drawing a hum out of me before I came back to my senses, “Simon!” I repeated and he stopped, standing straight to look at me. “Does…” I couldn’t phrase it. Of course I couldn’t. Such a bumbling idiot. “You showed me your face and I - I was just wondering, does this - Well, what does it mean - I mean it doesn’t have to -“ He silenced me with one more kiss, cutting me off right there.

“It means you’re stuck with me.”

A smile broke out across my face, I couldn’t think of a better fate.

“You wanna be stuck with me, too?”

“Why’d you think I’m buying your groceries?”

I giggled one more time and he groaned, head falling back into the crook of my neck.

Between kisses, he mumbled “Y’so - fuckin’ - cute -“ and after that last word I felt a sharp bite and gasped, mewling as he used his tongue to soothe it over.

He tugged at the hem of my T shirt, pulling it over my head gently and tossing it aside, barely taking a second to look at me before dropping to his knees. He spread my legs wide in front of him, pulling my thong to the side to expose me. “You want me, baby? Want my mouth on this pretty little cunt?” I nodded, biting my lip to keep from moaning at his words and he chuckled darkly, “Use your words, princess.”

At that, I couldn’t stifle my moan, “Please, need your mouth Simon, need whatever you’ll give me.”

“Such a slut,” he mused.

“Just for you,” I hummed and that was all it took for him to dive in, tongue everywhere, lapping at my entrance while his exposed nose nudged at my clit. I couldn’t help but rut against him and he used one arm to keep my hips still, taking me to a whole new level of pleasure because he wouldn’t let me fight it. A loud moan ripped through me as he slipped one finger in, then added another one quickly, going a little slower than he had the night before and letting his tongue do most of the work.

“Gonna come apart for me already, baby?” he smirked. Cocky bastard. “Never takes you long, huh, always ready to cum all over me.”

I moaned again, staring down at him as my walls fluttered and I felt it building. He was right. I was gonna cum, and it was quick and I couldn’t even be embarrassed because I don’t think anyone could resist with him.

I was almost there, clenched tight around his fingers when he pulled out and pulled away, leaving me cold in his absence.

“What’re you doing? Please come back. Where are you going?”

“Relax,” he sighed, grabbing me and lifting me, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He carried me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed and settling on top of me.

He leaned back, reaching for the bottom of his own shirt and began to tug, and my throat went dry. My body stopped working for a second, just waiting.

He ripped it off, tossing it aside and letting me take him in. “Am I gonna have to remind you to breathe every time we do this?” he chuckled and my eyes snapped to his, my cheeks turning red because he was right again.

“You might,” I sheepishly answered and he smiled.

He stood up off the bed and took his pants and boxers off, kicking them to the side as well and fuck if he wasn’t the most perfect person I’d ever seen. He had scars everywhere, like the ones on his face, but even they couldn’t manage to flaw him, everything about him was just too good. Too strong.

I whimpered as he climbed on top of me, lining himself up instantly, “Tell me what you want, princess,” he breathed out.

“Mm please Simon need you inside of me please fuck just-“ He full on laughed at my desperation and my feeble attempts to buck my hips into him, settling me down and pressing inside slowly, just like he had the night before. And this time, it took me just as long to adjust, but once I had he set a pace and I was fucked in more ways than one.

“You look perfect like this, taking my cock so good,” he groaned and I threw my head back into the pillows, exposing my throat for him to leave kisses and bites and whatever else he wanted. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him to me and kissing him then just staring up in his eyes. He was pounding me for all it was worth, not giving me a second of reprieve but I didn’t want it. I couldn’t help but notice how gentle he was with me, though, even when he was fucking me into oblivion, and it made an even more dangerous thought creep into the back of my mind. I loved him. And I knew it beyond certainty. Maybe I had for a while. He had to know it too, why else would I have come all this way for him?

My eyes on his got watery as he leaned in and kissed me and I almost screamed as he hit the perfect spot in me, then absolutely screamed as he did it again and again.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered in my ear, holding me close, the whole situation becoming even more intimate than it already was.

“Gonna cum, Simon,” I mumbled, hips thrusting up to match his and he groaned.

“Let it go for me baby, come on,” his hips lost their rhythm and I knew he was close. That thought was enough to send me straight over the edge, groaning and toes curling as I thrashed against the bed, him holding me steady the whole time. Once we were both satisfied and had come down, he pulled slowly out of me and got up, pulling me up with him and bringing me to the bathroom. He sat me on the counter and took his time helping me clean up, then gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Got you all marked up,” he hummed, admiring his handiwork for a second and I laughed.

“Yeah, ‘least you don’t have to worry about anyone else approaching me. You have ‘em at least ten reasons not to.”

“Wasn’t worried in the first place, you know who you wanna be with and it ain’t them.”

I gazed at him, going dumb for him yet again, and he smiled, giving me one more kiss.

“Simon,” I started, my voice taking on a more serious tone and that teary eyed feeling from before taking back over. There was a new level of vulnerability in my voice and he furrowed his brows, waiting patiently for what I had to say. “You ruined me.”

His eyes widened a bit and I grew more and more anxious with every second that passed, not knowing how he felt, or if he was okay with what I said. He probably didn’t. He probably didn’t even care. I felt like I was gonna hyperventilate by the time he finally responded.

“You ruined me, too.”

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decorativetrashbag · 10 months ago

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Cup of Coffee, and a Tall Glass of You

Parings: Sanji x Female Reader Summary: Zeff hired a barista for the restaurant, FINALLY, but Sanji wasn't expecting a girl, let alone one as beautiful as you. He can handle his coffee, but can he handle a dollop of falling in love? Warnings: None! like 2 instances of Y/N Genre: Fluff, Modern AU, Barista AU Words: 3.7k

a/n: this one's been asked for, and at my barista job, i had nothing better to do BUT write this. I think this is the only story i started writing, then rewrote all of it lol. enjoy it! <3

“I wonder if we have potatoes…” Sanji mumbled to himself in the empty kitchen as he whisked the eggs He had just cracked into the bowl. It was about 5:45 am now, but Sanji always came to work early to prepare breakfast. Most of the other chefs start rolling in about 6:20, and as much as Sanji loved the sound of a bustling kitchen, he'd be lying if he didn't say he enjoyed the quiet, empty moments too. Even though he had to follow the menu Zeff always posted the night before, cooking in the kitchen alone gave him a bit of freedom. He was pulled out of his thoughts about what dish to make with potatoes when he heard the door open and Zeff entering the kitchen.

“Morning, old man,” Sanji said, adding the seasonings to the eggs.

“You’re always here so early, Sanji,” Zeff replied with a thunderous chuckle.

“Breakfast isn't going to serve itself,” Sanji stated, incorporating the scrambled egg mix again.

“We have chefs that can do that too,” Zeff said, hobbling over on his fake leg to look over the blonde's shoulder.

“I know,” Sanji said, rolling his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zeff nod at his work and lean on the counter.

“Trust in the kitchen Sanji, they do hard work,” He said. Sanji chuckled.

“I would if they knew what they were doing most of the time,” the comment made Zeff laugh and pat Sanji’s back.

“I'll give you credit for that I guess.”

“Why are you here so early? Are we getting a shipment in or something?” Sanji asked, setting down the bowl of eggs and fishing his phone out of his pocket for the time. Zeff hummed and walked over to a shelf to grab another mixing bowl.

“I’m here early cause we have a new hire. Finally got us a barista to handle the morning crowd from that hotel ‘cross the way,” he said, as Sanji’s ears perked up with interest.

“You hired someone?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and without your opinion either,” Zeff chuckled.

“Well, is he any good?” Sanji asked, getting out a pan to preheat it on the stove. Zeff sighed as he set down a bag of flour.

“She has experience, so she knows what she's doing,” Zeff said, which caused Sanji to stop what he was doing and look up at the older man. “I've already trained her on the basics, she's got a cheat sheet if she forgets.”

“Back up, she?” Sanji asked, now fully turning towards him. “Is she here??”

“She is, she walked in after I did.” Before Sanji could even start walking towards the kitchen door Zeff grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Don't go flirting with my barista,” He said in a low and stern tone.

“I'm not gonna flirt with her, what makes you think that?” Sanji laughed nervously.

“Cause the second I said she, ya got heart eyes. Eggplant, I know you're a ladies man. If you weren’t complaining about being a waiter for the first couple weeks of us opening, you were laying charm on the women sittin at tables.” Sanji frowned a bit at the call out, but Zeff wasn't lying. He knew he was a little girl crazy, and was the cause of a lot of fights. Zeff let go of his arm and sighed.

“You can introduce yourself to her, just don't make her uncomfortable.” Sanji grinned as Zeff turned him back to the pan on the stove.

“Scramble these eggs first, since you're already here. You can check out the station after, and I need your help making the pastries to sell out there.” Sanji sighed but turned on the stove anyway.

“Fair point, finishing cooking what I started. I'll greet her on my smoke break.” Zeff hummed in approval as the two began cooking breakfast and making the pastries. Slowly but surely more chefs started rolling in for their shifts and before Sanji knew it they were open for the day and the kitchen was bustling and busy, the quiet morning evaporating like the steam off the fresh pastries Zeff pulled out of the oven.

Around 10:30 am Sanji wiped his hands on the towel draped across his shoulder and walked through the kitchen over to Zeff, fishing the cigarette box out of his pocket.

“I'll be back in like, 15,” Sanji said, waving the box to him and Zeff nodded.

“We'll take it from here,” he said as Sanji left the kitchen. He briskly walked by tables of people dining, stopping occasionally to ask customers how their meal was. Walking out of the second room of tables, Sanji reached the front of the restaurant, starting to pick up with the brunch crowd, the host trying to seat people, waiters bustling around the tables to meet people's needs. And there, in the corner of the front of the restaurant, next to the bar, was the new barista. He watched your set down a couple to-go cups, lidded them, and sent a customer on their way with a smile, doing the same for someone who ordered a pastry, judging by the to-go box you handed them. Though he was known to be a little girl-crazy, and seen his fair share of beautiful women, he admitted he was a bit taken aback. You were definitely up there with some he found beautiful. He made his way over to you as customers exited the restaurant or went to be seated, greeting them as he passed them. Sanji finally made his way up to you, placing his hands on either side of the register and looking up at the menu, studying the options. He looked around your little corner as you served people, you were pretty set up for handling customers. A dishwasher, two sets of fridges, one with windows in to see the bottled stuff, a countertop oven, a place to brew more coffee, the big espresso machine he knew Zeff poured a lot of money into, syrups, cups, lids, ice maker. All you needed was a stove and you'd have a whole kitchen.

“Have a good one guys! Oh! Hey you work here right?” You asked him, pulling Sanji back to reality and you leaned on the counter in front of him. He blushed a little being up close to you, quickly trying to study every detail of your face before he answered.

“I do, yeah!” He started sticking his hand out for you to shake. You took his hand and gave it a gentle handshake, Sanji could almost feel the sparks from fingertips brushing and hands meeting. He took your hand and gingerly kissed the back of it. “I'm Sanji,” He winked, watching your cheeks grow a light pink dust of blush.

“Oh, you're Sanji,” you chuckled, “that makes sense now.”

“You know?” Sanji asked, it tugged at his heart to hear you say his name.

“Zeff told me all about you. I'm Y/N,” you said as he let your hand go, feeling the electric tingle sizzle away as you left his touch. He cursed Zeff in his head for filling your brain with info about him, for probably exaggerating how he acts towards women and silently thanking Zeff for putting the idea of him in your thoughts.

“Y/N, well it's nice to meet you! Zeff told him he hired someone, didn't know it'd be a beautiful rose like you,” Sanji said, really laying on his quintessential charm.

“Yeah! He trained me all weekend so I feel pretty familiar with everything.” All weekend? No wonder he was out of the loop, he took the weekend off to spend time with Luffy and the gang.

“How are the pastries doing?” Sanji asked, the chef side of him curious about the work he put into helping make the pastries today. The both of you looked at the case, the fresh pastries sitting on plates ready for the perusing eyes of people.

“Good! Had a lot of to-go's for them, they must look as good as they taste,” you said.

“Well Zeff and I did bake them this morning, so I'd hope they'd be enjoyed.” He said, watching you blush a little and look at him.

“You made them this morning?? Oh wow! Usually the places I've worked at make them the night before!” Watching your amazement at the idea of them baking the pastries fresh made his heart squeeze in his chest. He was smitten, you were adorable to him.

“Well, glad you're settling in just fine! It can be hectic but if Zeff trusts you, then so do I,” he smiled, finally pulling a cigarette out of the box, about to make his leave.

“Oh! Sanji! Did you need anything from me?” You asked, leaning onto the counter and looking up at him, tilting your head a little at your own question. Sanji looked at you, blinking a bit as he felt his cheeks get hot. Not only did you call him by name, but asked him if he needed anything from you. Of course he could think of a million flirtatious answers, he felt like he might be thrown back in happiness and a nosebleed, or that he could drop dead right now and be the happiest he's been. Sanji, cleared his throat, cheeks burning with blush as he just smiled.

“Maybe I'll grab a coffee later! Just wanted to say hi and all that,” he said, feeling like words were just falling out of his mouth.

“Nice to meet you!” You said giving him a wave as he walked outside.

“Pleasure's all mine!” Sanji waved back, once he got out of view, he lit his cigarette and leaned against the wall. He ran a hand through his hair, still feeling the heat of blush on his face. He exhaled a stream of smoke, but to him it looked like hearts, and it might as well have been.

“God, she's so cute,” he mumbled, a bit lovesick already.

~4 months later~

Sanji always looked forward to work. He loved cooking, he loved that he could cook for others and see that happy smile on their faces as they ate. He loved the creative freedom Zeff would let him have once in a while for a dish and be lucky if it made the daily special. He loved getting to work early to start prepping for the day, and he loved you. Of course he hadn't told you yet, but he loved getting to work at the same time as you, he loved when you asked for his help, he loved getting the coffee on break and opening it to see the heart in the latte art. He adored when you asked if he needed anything else from you, he'd hold his tongue and say something polite, but in his dreams he'd pull out the lines he wished he could say.

On a slower day, You and Sanji were talking as the few tables used were cleaned off. Both of you leaned over the counter as you watched Sanji carefully ice one of the delicate pastries.

“I don't think I've ever seen it so slow in here,” you remarked as Sanji pulled the piping bag away.

“It's an early weekday, it happens every now and again,” He said, leaning back over the pastry.

“You wanna coffee?” You asked, “I feel like I should at least look busy.”

“That sounds amazing actually, usual vanilla latte for me,” He said, looking up at you with a smile as you nodded and went off to make it. He pulled the piping bag away one last time and admired his work, finally setting it down and watching you work. It has been about 4 months since you started here, and Sanji has never skipped a beat in saying hello to you every morning and taking in every word you had to say on his break. Since your shift ends around noon, he felt it best to soak up every ounce of you before you'd run off for the rest of the day. Even then, he still thought about you, he was a flirt and a ladies man, sure, but when it came to you, he didn't know how to act, what to say, how to express himself. It made him a mess, a love sick mess. Sanji was brought back to reality with the mug being placed in front of him with that heart shaped latte art. He smiled.

“You always give me a heart,” he said, taking a sip.

“It's one of the few I've got down to a habit,” you chuckled, looking at the pastry. “Wow, you did a great job! If no one eats it, I might!” He felt a tug as you pulled at his heart strings. He wasn't worthy of you eating his food, and he certainly wasn't worthy of the praise.

“You'll have to tell me how it is,” he said, watching you put it in the case.

“Well, you should cook for me sometime, since I keep hearing how good of a cook you are,” you said, resting your hand on your cheek.

“I'd love to, dear, say the word and I'll do it,” He flirted, happy to see you laugh at it. He has slowly been trying to be more bold with you, and it seemed you were used to it at this point.

“Coffee's good?” You asked as he finished the rest of the small mugs worth.

“Perfect as always, I'll make you food, if you keep making me coffee,” he said, leaning on both his arms resting on the counter.

“Sounds like a deal,” you chuckled, pink dusting your cheeks as he looked at you.

“Need anything else from me, Sanji?” God, it killed him every time. The sweet look you gave him, saying his name sounded like honey dripping into tea, his heart squeezed and did flips when you asked. It felt like you were teasing him every time you asked, just pushing his buttons to get him to confess. He needed you, and all to himself.

“Well, maybe your number?” Sanji flirted, unable to help himself anymore, he was wrapped around your finger whether you knew or not. Your cheeks get rosy as you blinked.

“My number?” You asked, a little stunned but raise your eyebrow with a small smile in reply. “4 months of us knowing each other, Sanji, and you just got the courage to ask?”

“Well it felt weird asking you out right, and Zeff warned me against flirting with you, buuut you keep teasing me and now I have to ask,” Sanji admitted, leaning closer to you. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“I'm a tease?” You chuckled and Sanji nodded. “You know, when they said you were a huge flirt and a playboy, I definitely saw it, but man, you can be a mess.”

“Only around you, I don't know why, I'm just smitten by you,” He said with a softened tone and look in his eyes that made you blush. You managed to fumble pulling the pen out of your apron pocket and rolled out some receipt paper and began writing. He had never seen you so flustered unless you messed up an order, one in a blue moon, it was adorable, it made him swoon inside.

“Plus, you're like one of the main things I look forward to coming to work,” he explained, causing you to look up from your writing.

“What's the other main thing?”

“Cooking,” He said plainly.

“Cooking?” You asked, certainly not believing him. “You like cooking that much?”

“Of course! Look, everyone that comes here enjoys their food. Right?”

“Yeah, customers always tell me, always a rave review.”

“I love cooking and seeing the happy smiles on their faces eating my food. To make good food, to not ever let any go to waste, and that no one walks away hungry.” Sanji explained as you looked at him paying attention to every gesture and word he said. You chuckled a little.

“I don't think I've seen or heard anyone be as passionate about cooking as you. You must be amazing at it.” You said, finishing your writing.

“I'll have to cook for you sometime,” Sanji smiled, taking out a cigarette and sticking it between his lips unlit.

“That's what you can use my number for,” You teased, snapping your fingers like the idea just came to you. Sanji happily played along.

“Oh yeah! Just call you to come over and try my cooking! Didn't even cross my mind.” He said.

You pushed the piece of paper over to him and he took it, folded it and put it in his pocket.

“Gotta keep it safe,” he said with a wink. Suddenly the moment was interrupted by Zeff calling for Sanji.

“Sanji! What'd I say about making googly eyes at my barista??” Zeff interrupted thunderously, chucking a ladle at him. Quick reflexes cause Sanji to kick-box it out of the way back towards Zeff.

“I'm not making her uncomfortable, old man! Watch where you throw!’ Sanji shouted back.

“All that kicking doesn't do anything for this kitchen except break up fights!” You then chimed in and said;

“It's fine Zeff, he's not bothering me.” Zeff softened at your comment and nodded, picking up the ladle and pointing it at both of you.

“If he makes you uncomfortable, I'll take care of him,” he said, hobbling back to the kitchen.

“Mmm, you're in trouble now” you teased the blonde cook, who chuckled in reply.

“Well, duty calls, thanks for the coffee!”

“Let me know if you need anything from me!” You waved and Sanji almost swooned at the idea, of course he could always need something from you, just for the excuse of taking your time.

~2 months later~

Sanji awoke to the sound of his phone alerting him that he had a message. Fighting every part of him telling him don’t look, just lay here and try to fall back asleep, he rolled over and picked up his phone anyway. The time of 9:00 am looked back at him. Normally he’d be up at the crack of dawn to get to work for Zeff’s restaurant, but he slept in enough today. It was a message from Zeff with the photo of the menu for next week’s specials attached.

“I'm not even gonna worry about that right now,” he said, putting his phone down and sitting up in bed. “It’s my day off, I'm going to enjoy it.” With that sentiment in mind, he got out of bed and got ready for the day. He pulled on a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, nothing compared to his usual look of dress pants and a crisp button down shirt. As he got dressed the smell of coffee wafted through the air, and he put his phone in his pocket, following the enticing smell into the kitchen. The sight of the kitchen made him smile, sunlight was already creeping through the apartment windows as you stood in the kitchen, pouring espresso into a couple mugs and steaming milk on his espresso machine. He admired your concentration that he'd normally see when you're working. Instead of the regular uniform, you were wearing one of his dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up, it was just big enough to pass as a short dress on you. Being as quiet as he could, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Feeling you standing up straight, he nestled his head into your neck.

“Hey, I didn't know you were awake,” you said, tilting the mug as you made a design out of the milk.

“I didn't hear you get up,” Sanji said, intently watching. He knew how to make latte art, but he liked watching you do it.

“Well, lover boy, it seemed like you needed sleep, so I didn't want to wake you.” You explained as you moved to the second mug.

“You didn't have to make coffee, the restaurant's closed today, we're off,” he teased as you chuckled.

“I'm aware, I just thought you wanted coffee. It's not hard to do, it only took me like, 10 minutes to figure out your machine.” Sanji hummed, planting a kiss on your neck.

“You're all the morning coffee I need, love,” he purred, and you laughed.

“You love sick dork,” you said, turning to face him in his arms, handing Sanji the mug as he broke the hug. “I didn't know you had the same coffee as work.”

“Of course, who do you think told Zeff to get it in the first place?” He asked as you rolled your eyes.

“Should've known.Are you gonna cook for me today?” You asked, looking up at him as you sipped.

“Princess, I'd cook for you, even if you didn’t ask,” Sanji winked, making you smile.

“I can cook too, ya know,” you said and Sanji chuckled.

“You'll have to show me sometime.”

“You have my number,” you teased as he set the mug on the counter and pulled you back in his arms.

“God I love you,” He sighed happily. You set your mug down and put his arms around your arms around his neck.

“I'd hope so! You've texted me everyday for the past couple months, call me over. I'm not sure how a big handsome flirt like you managed to do it.” You chuckled.

“You're no better! Everyday I looked at your sweet face and asked me if I needed anything from you and I could've died on the spot, or said a flirty line! But I braved it.” He laughed.

“I wasn't trying to tease, I was asking! You always came over to talk to me!” You laughed. Sanji just smiled, taking one of his hands and putting a finger under your chin.

“I'm just unworthy of you Princess,” he purred, leaning down and kissing you gently. You happily kissed back, letting your fingers play with the back of his hair. You tasted like coffee, he tasted like cigarettes. He hoisted you up and sat you on the counter, his arms around your waist, your legs around his hips. And as he kissed you, Sanji swore he could die happy, flirting with the cute barista was a million percent worth it.

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m-writesstuff · 3 months ago

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undercover - aaron hotchner

chapter 1

lying.

i like lying.

especially when it involves waking up next to aaron fucking hotchner.

we were undercover, playing as the stork killers next victims, jane and aaron hunter, a couple in need of a miracle, preferably one that came in the shape of a human baby. the killer, doctor james hader, who specialized in fertility, had been stalking us for the past three weeks after we visited his clinic, so it wasn’t really a surprise when i saw his white van parked across the street from our bedroom window. doctor hader was a very obvious stalker, which made me wonder if the two couples he had murdered before had caught on to the white van parked across the street for their houses.

i sigh, and get up to go make breakfast, just as a loving wife would do. yuck. so glad my bachelors in forensic science had led to being reduced to a stereotype.

the bed is warm and seems to be enticing me to lay back down as i pull the covers off my legs and stand. i turn to look down at aaron in the bed, he seems calm in his sleep, it makes me smile. he used to look like that awake. calm and kind, but years of stressful cases while juggling the politics that come with the bau had turned him into a very serious man. we started working together 5 years ago, when i became the first woman on the team and unlike the rest of my co-workers, he seemed to actually respect me for more than my looks. we quickly became close friends, but we never seemed to hangout outside of work. now here we were, stuck together in a two bedroom/two bathroom in the fucking suburbs. it wasn’t that this life didn’t appeal to me. i just didn’t love the idea of relying on a man to provide for me. it made me feel trapped, but this was only my life until the case closes, which seemed to never come.

i reached the kitchen and begin getting out eggs, bread and a tomato. while the bread toasts and the eggs cook i cut the tomato into slices and divide them into two plates. soon enough i have a beautiful breakfast plated and i set the plates down on the table. aaron walks in at that moment, in a white tee and plaid pyjama pants.

“thanks.” he mutters as he sits down. he’s not much of a talker in the morning.

“you’re welcome.”

we eat in silence. once he finishes, he takes my empty plate and begins washing the dishes while i shower and get dressed.

“he was here.” i say when i return.

aaron looks up from the plate he’s drying. “hader?”

“who else aaron?” i respond, grabbing the pan and a dish towel.

he rolls his eyes. “i must have missed him, he was gone when i woke up.”

“hmm.”

“what?” he asks, looking at puzzled.

“its just… well, he always leaves after i wake up.” i start. “it’s like he’s only interested in me. maybe he’s after the women but kills the men to get them out of the way.

”“maybe.” he says.

i look at him with a frustrated expression.

“what?” he asks while yawning.

i roll my eyes as i put the pan into the cupboard. “thanks for supporting my theory aaron.”

he chuckles. “oh cmon, janie,” that stupid nickname makes me blush slightly, “we don’t have proof he’s after just the women, he stalks them for weeks and kills them both.”

i sigh, “just a thought.”

he finishes the dishes. and turns his body to face me. “keep thinking, well figure it out.” he smiles at me.

“bring it up to the team?” i ask.

“jane…”

“oh cmon! think about it, he doesn’t follow you to work, he focuses on me when we go in for consultations, and he always leaves when i get up for the day.” he doesn’t seem convinced, we stare at each other for a moment, “please? do it for me, your lovely wife.” i tease.

he pauses staring at me intensely for a few seconds. “fine.”

i break into a smile, which he returns. “thank you aaron.”

he sighs and walks off to get ready for work.

aaron was the lucky one, he got to return to work everyday as the town where we were stationed was only 30 minutes from headquarters. i, on the other hand, got to play house. cooking and cleaning were basically all i got up to during the day. it was dull. but, occasionally, aaron would bring back reports for me to fill out regarding our operation, but other than that i spend my day doing nothing important.

i watch from the kitchen table as aaron grabs his coat and gets ready to leave.

he opens the door, “hey,” i walk over to him, ��don't forget we have another consultation at 3.”

he smiles at me, “i’ll be home at 2 then.” theres a pause before he begins talking again, “have a good day jane.” he closes the door.

my day goes by normally, i clean the house, which takes under an hour because i do it everyday. then, i spend the rest of my day on the couch watching the news, desperate to feel like i’m in the field. when i look up from the tv, the clock on the oven reads 1:45. shit, there goes my day.

i decide to make a quick snack for aaron when he gets back. by the time i’m done, i hear the doorknob turn, speak of the devil.

aaron walks calmly through the door and takes off his coat. “hungry?” i ask

he looks at me, sitting on the counter calmly, as he takes off his coat. “very.”

we sit at the table eating the cheese and crackers i had prepared, talking about our days. mine, just as interesting as his. since we were undercover, he was not allowed to be in the field. This meant he was stuck at a desk all day, doing paperwork. exciting.

sooner than i’d like, we hop into his car and begin the 20 minute drive to the clinic.

doctor hader’s fertility clinic was in a small building on main street. aaron and i rode the elevator anxiously. every meeting with the doctor proved more and more useful but also nerve-racking. hader asked the awkward questions, the ones regarding aaron and i’s non existing sex life. i tended to freeze up once asked whereas aaron smoothly spoke of our fake life. it was odd how i feel when he speaks of those things. it’s like there’s a pit in my stomach… a hungry one.

we sit in the waiting room silently, waiting to be called on. i hear the door hinges creak and grab aaron’s hand, putting on the facade of a happy couple. doctor hader is a small, balding man. he avoids eye contact as he invites us in. his office is painted blue, with a couch that faces his large desk. overcompensating much. hader motions for us to sit down as he takes a seat at his desk.

“jane, aaron, wonderful to see you again.” he smiles, that creepy awful smile.

aaron and i smile back, “great to see you too, doctor hader.” aaron says.

“so, let's begin,” hader brings out our file, “you’ve been trying for some time now, yes?”

i blush, “yes, 6 months now.”

“interesting, you’re still trying now correct, with the meds i had prescribed, correct?” he asks.

aaron squeezes my hand to keep me focused, “yes.”

hader looks frustrated, “you’re certain?”

he knows were not having sex, he’s been watching us for weeks.

aaron and i look at each other, “yes.” he says.

the consultation goes on for what feels like forever. when we finally get to leave, it’s not soon enough. i could feel hader’s eyes on me as we head out. i grip onto aaron’s arm.

we ride silently for about half the trip back until i finally speak up. “he knows.”

“what?” aaron says, not looking up from the road.

“he knows were not… you know…” i say.

aaron doesn’t speak for a while.

“aaron.”

he looks at me as we stop for a red light. “i think you know what this means, janie.”

“which is?”

“we have to put on a show for him.”

i freeze, the gears in my head turning slowly as i figure out what he means.

we have to have “sex”.

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notes: hello! if you made it this far, thank you!! i appreciate you so much. this is my first story here and i'm super excited to share it with you! it may not be that good but i'm still trying! anyway, have a wonderful day!

#aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x oc

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cherrycrushes · 9 months ago

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Prt 2 or alt ending of ‘two sweet’ where reader slowly melts schlatt’s 🚩🚩🚩 off by just her sweetness and sunny shiny personality/smile alone?

(can I be🍴🍰 anon btw?)

two sweet pt. 2 - oneshot

jschlatt x reader.

part one; part three

a/n: YES TO ALL AHAHA IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSER OO OO AA AA

you and jschlatt exited the bed, trying to get a good start for the day. giggles escaping your mouth as his hair stuck up in an awkward position. he was wearing an oversized hoodie paired with his boxers and long socks.

"the last one downstairs is a rotten egg!" you yelled, already desecding the stairs.

"whatever!" the old man grumbled. even though he had a rude tone, you could tell he was joking as you detected a smile in his voice.

you were already in the kitchen, grabbing a pan that you were going to use to cook breakfast with. as you laid down the frozen pieces of bacon and eggs, you felt a hand grab your butt.

"ah!" you yelped. schlatt smiled, throwing you off guard a bit. "dude you suck."

"oh you wish you could suck harder," he replied with his ever so beautiful smile. as you turned around, you lightly slapped him on the shoulder.

you both stared at each other, making eye contact and not wanting to look at anything else. he lightly pecks you on the lips before walking away to turn on the television. instead of putting the nearest news channel, schlatt turned on a youtube music video.

the sounds of frankie valli's 'can't take my eyes off you' filled your ears. you hummed as you cracked eggs on the pan. schlatt came back to the kitchen, getting plates and utensils for the table. he was also humming, but it was definitely louder than yours.

as he set the table, schlatt couldn't help but think how much of an amazing housewife you would be. thoughts of him impregnating you just so he could see mini versions of the both of running around filled his mind. but he couldn't. you were too sweet.

"breakfast is ready!" you said, setting the bigger plate with food on it down.

"thank you, cupcake," jschlatt says as he presses a quick kiss on your cheek. to which you giggle in reply.

the music fades to 'the girl from ipanema,' by stan getz. you smile while savoring your food, as you see schlatt scarfing it down with a straight face.

"y'know toots, this song reminds me you," he states as he finishes his bite.

"how?" you hummed.

"well, just listen. tall, tan, young and lovely. the girl from ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see," schlatt mumbled with the music.

he looked up from his plate to see your awestruck smile. jschlatt could feel his heart burst and melt into pieces as he looked into your eyes. as he savored your expression, he truly believed you were too sweet for him.

#☎️ cherry’s line!#🍰🍴 anon!#jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich x reader #x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt #jschlatt #im losing it #im sorry anon

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miguelhugger2099 · 1 year ago

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That Day

Summary: Where you're living your lovely life as the wife of Miguel's variant and Spiderverse Miguel doesn't bother yall C: This was originally two separate stories but I decided to combine it and it took a lot of work. It's a little long too so please take the time to sit down and enjoy it! :) Miguel x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Reader does speak/understand Spanish (Translation at the end), Proofread a little bit, Angst, Word Count: 3,146

“Up you go. C’mon, muñequita. Levántate.” Miguel nudged Gabriella awake. She groaned and tugged her blanket closer to her body, turning away from Miguel into a little burrito.

“No,” she whined. “Just five more minutes, papí.” Miguel leaned down and grabbed her little burrito body to make her sit up. Her hair was a mess, small strands of wavy hair poked out of place, her eyes were still shut and eyebrows furrowed.

“But it’s time for school, mija. You know this. Apúrate. Mamí made breakfast.” Miguel patted her back while Gabriella stretched, moaning as she did so. She slouched and rubbed her eyes, half-awake and half-listening. Gabriella nodded, mumbling some nonsense that Miguel took as acceptance, ruffling her already wild hair and left her room with the door open.

He made his way down the steps and towards the kitchen where you were making breakfast. The smell of food waved in the air and through the house while you had your hair pulled back. The sizzling of eggs disguised Miguel's footsteps towards you. He slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him to meet his hips. He nuzzled into your shoulder, pressing soft kisses on your skin and trailing his lips up your neck. “Good morning, hermosa.” He mumbled against you.

You smiled as you continued to cook, your eyes never leaving the pan. “Good morning, again.” Miguel’s lips became ticklish and you tried moving away from him but his arms only held you tighter to keep you close to him. You felt his lips curl into a grin as you chastised him. The two of you had already said your good mornings to each other earlier where you had woken him up and he retaliated by peppering kisses along your face. His hands could barely be kept off your body while he felt every dip and curve you had to offer and he relished in your sleepy giggles while the sun came up; a little moment paradise before waking your beautiful little girl for school.

Miguel’s fingers gently played with the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to feel and caress your stomach. “Can I help you with anything?” He murmured. His hands left your shirt, placing them on your hips as he stood straight again.

You shook your head. “Just about done anyway. Gabi woke up?” You asked. Miguel nodded, mindlessly trailing his hands up and down your body and pressing another kiss on the back of your head. Just then Gabriella descended the stairs, her long hair still unbrushed. She still held a frown on her face that looked eerily similar to Miguel’s. Gabriella never really liked to wake up early anyway. She wore her baby blue soccer uniform as her eyes grazed over the kitchen, looking for something.

“Have you seen my cleats, mamí?” Gabriella asked. Miguel pulled away from you but one hand was still stuck to your hip. You pointed to the front door with your lips.

“Over there but eat first and put on your shoes last. Papí will do your hair.” You turned off the stove and reached for the plates in the cupboard. Miguel furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Gabriella.

“Where’s your school uniform?” He asked, pointing to her soccer jersey. Gabriella patted her hair back away from her face as you set her plate down on the table. She ate a mouthful of her eggs, picking up a piece of bacon in her other hand.

“Today we have early morning practice. I told you yesterday, papí.” She shrugged and swung her legs under the table. Miguel rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Did you?” He chuckled nervously, looking at you giving him a look before he cleared his throat. “You have your brush?” Gabriella shook her head, stuffing another mouthful of food before jumping off the chair to scurry upstairs. Miguel turned to you while you were drying your hands with a towel. You sat at the small table with Miguel following and sitting beside you.

“I knew you’d forget.” You said smugly, taking a sip of juice.

“Oh, so you just decided to leave me in the dark then?” Miguel said with mock offense, a smile on his face. “Lucky that we woke up earlier. Imagine if she was late. It’d be my fault, huh?”

You simply smile back and eat your breakfast peacefully. “It would be your fault. I have to clock in early at work and you’re off today.”

Miguel coughed, clearing his throat from the coffee that went down the wrong pipe. “Shit, right. I’m taking Gabi to school. Thought we both had the day off for a second.” He groaned, scratching the back of his head. Gabriella stomped down the stairs again with her purple brush in her hand. She places it next to Miguel's plate and sits back down, her seat next to his. Miguel sighs and begins his role to brush his daughter’s hair with a gentle smile towards his little girl.

Carefully, he brushes from the ends and makes his way up, gently untying out the knots from the night before. He made sure to make it as painless as possible, wincing and apologizing whenever Gabriella whined in discomfort. You had quickly finished your breakfast in the middle of their bonding time and headed for a quick shower. By the time you had gotten out, Miguel and Gabriella had finished their own breakfasts and he was helping her finish a bit of her homework at the table.

You hastily put on your shoes and a coat by the door. Miguel heard you shuffling and turned his head at you. His face brightened up at you, his eyes with a familiar loving gleam in them. He got up from the table and walked up to you, his hand instinctively reaching for your hip and pulling you close. “Ya te vas?” He asked, kissing your temple.

“Si, si, ya me voy,” You responded back, leaning up and cupping his cheek to pull him down for a quick kiss. “By the way, I need you to bring in groceries for tonight when I get back.” You pulled away to grab your keys. Miguel only smirked and grabbed your hand again, twirling you back in his arms. You let out a small sound of surprise, your hands clutching his shoulders to keep yourself steady. His arm looped around your waist and pressed you flush against him, his other hand cupping your cheek.

“One more.” He pleaded softly with the same smirk he knew brought you weak in the knees. That same toothy grin where his canine poked out. Miguel saw the softness in your face and took it as a chance to bend down for another kiss, this time lasting longer than your small peck.

You felt your heart leap in your chest as you kissed him back. You felt his thumb caress your cheek, going over your cheekbone before falling slowly down to your neck. You pulled away softly, Miguel chasing after your lips again and only managing to brush against them. He settled for a small kiss to the corner of your mouth and looked into your eyes. You could tell with the way his eyes were slightly glazed over and darting across your face that he was absolutely smitten with you. You raised your eyebrows knowing he was about to say something.

“So beautiful,” He murmured. You smiled and laughed, Miguel following suit with his own soft smile, but he was mostly just admiring you. He brought his hand back up to hold your chin, his thumb gently touching your bottom lip. “One more?” He asked. You snorted and pushed him away as much as you could while he caged you in his arms.

“I’ll be late!” You giggled. Miguel was having none of it, leaning down to kiss along your neck.

“Just a few more, hermosa. You just look so good.” He murmured against your neck.

A small voice coughed loudly behind you two, both your heads turning to see tiny Gabriella with her backpack on and her arms crossed with a playful frown on her face. “I’m gonna be late!” She laughed. “You guys can eat each other's faces later!” Then she scurried off out the door, grabbing the keys to Miguel's car to hide away from both of you.

You covered your mouth to hide your smile as you looked out the door to see her jump in the backseat. Miguel laughed and held you close regardless. You turned to him with a grin. “Your fault by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah. It was worth it in my opinion.” He grinned back at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and finally slipped yourself away from him. You nabbed your keys from the holder and gave another quick look to Miguel.

“Bye, I love you.” You smiled at him. Miguel quickly grabbed your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“I love you more, mi corazón,” Your heart melted and you very softly squeezed his hand back. Miguel laughed and tugged your arm. “Oh, c'mon. I could barely feel that.” You giggled along with him and playfully squeezed back harder this time. When he was satisfied, he kissed your hand and led you out so you could head to work and he could take Gabriella to school.

When you got home and took off your shoes at the door, sliding your feet in your slippers and placing your bag down at the table. You announced your arrival to the house and immediately heard Gabriella’s footsteps come down the stairs. She greeted you with a smile. “Hi, mamí!” You smiled and picked her up with a small grunt. She was getting big! You placed her on your hip with the help of her hands around your neck.

“Hi, baby! Where’s papí?” You asked her. Gabriella shrugged.

“Said he was gonna go to get groceries.” You raised your eyebrows and smirked at Gabriella.

“Forgot?” Gabriella giggled and nodded which made you giggle along with her. You set her down and ushered her back upstairs while you headed to change into more comfortable clothes. After that you sat in the living room, flipping through channels and scrolling through your phone while you waited for Miguel to come home.

It had been quite a while since then, the sun had set and your phone and TV rendered you bored out of your mind. You got up from the couch and headed to Gabriella’s room to knock on her door before walking in. “Hey, mamí. Did papí tell you if he was gonna do something else while he was out or…?” You asked her from her bedroom door. She shook her head, never looking away from the smaller TV in her room.

“Just to get food for us.” She replied simply. You nodded, an uneasy feeling brewing in your gut.

“Okay, well. I’m gonna be out for a bit too. I won’t be long, okay?” Gabriella nodded. “And don’t open the door for anybody, entiendes?” You say firmly. Gabriella nodded again, pouting.

“Okay, okay, mamí.” She pulled one of her plushies to her chest. You sighed and left her room, quickly putting on some sneakers and grabbing your keys. Making sure you locked the front door, you unlocked your car and started the engine. You gripped the steering wheel and sighed heavily, feeling the rumble of the car go through your chest along with the uncomfortable turmoil you felt. You calmed yourself down. Thinking the worst wasn’t the best option here since it wouldn’t do you any good. So, you swallowed that anxiety and drove to the bodega where you and Miguel sometimes went to buy smaller amounts of groceries from.

You had parked a few blocks down from the actual bodega, the parking in the smaller city was always crowded and rarely had good parking places. Still, it felt more crowded than usual. You rubbed your arms up and down comfortingly as you made your way to the direction of the convenience store. Upon your arrival, you noticed a crowd and a police car with its lights on. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and worry. You tried looking around, trying to find out what had happened, then searched for Miguel. You prayed and hoped he was okay in the midst of this mini chaos.

While looking around and unable to even enter the store anymore, the owner you and Miguel were friends with, had found you and walked up to you. He called your name softly, sadness etched in his face. A woman next to him was in shambles, her tears dribbling down her cheeks while she babbled things you couldn’t understand. You grew worried. “What happened?” You asked him.

“There was a robbery and…” He felt his throat go dry, looking down. Anywhere but your face. He couldn’t bear looking at you, not like this. “Miguel…” Your blood ran cold.

“Miguel? Miguel what? Where is he?” You asked, growing increasingly fearful at the answer you might get in the next few seconds. This is all happening too fast. “Where is he?” You demanded again.

The owner had apologized. “I’m sorry…” The woman beside him, sobbed louder. She wailed about how sorry she was, how she never expected this to happen.

For a moment, you couldn’t move. Sorry? Sorry for what? Where is Miguel? He had been here right? So, why isn’t he in the crowd? You needed to find him. Maybe scream at him for making you worry so damn much enough to give you a heart attack. Then you’d go home and kiss him for how glad you are that he’s okay.

Your feet shuffled closer to the front of the crowd, squeezing your way in between people while your mind clouded with a million thoughts. You barely blinked, your eyes unfocused on your feet up until you made it to the front, a stripe of yellow caution tape stopping you from walking any further. Your eyes finally glanced up at the scene in front of you and your breath hitched. Your heart had dropped to your stomach and your lungs had all the wind knocked out of it.

There was your husband, lying on the cold concrete ground. A puddle of crimson leaked under his body. Your eyes scanned him wildly, darting between the gaping hole in his chest and the pink handbag lying beside him that matched the sobbing woman’s outfit from earlier. You connected the dots easily. “I have to…” You trailed off softly, walking forward despite the tape in your way. A policeman had seen you try to enter the crime scene and he stopped you with his arm. He warned you to not get close.

“No, you don’t understand. I need to see him. I need to go to him. He’s by himself, please…” You mumbled, your eyes never leaving Miguel's still body. You began to struggle in the arms of the policeman, pushing his hands off you. Each attempt to detain you was met with resistance so another officer had come to help to stop you from interfering. Your heart began racing the more you were apart from Miguel. “I’m his wife–He’s my husband. Let me go!” You screamed.

With the strength as large as the grief in your body, you pushed through the policemen and under the caution tape to rush towards your husband. Your heart pounded in your chest as you ran towards Miguel’s limp body on the floor, passing the bag of groceries that Miguel was supposed to bring home. Your mind raced with every single possibility besides the truth in front of you. They tried to stop you, but one policeman stopped them instead, realizing who you were to the man on the ground.

Your knees slammed into the ground next to Miguel’s body, drenching your knees with the pool of his blood on the floor. The tears that welled up in your eyes flooded down your cheeks in heavy blobs, clouding your vision. You let them fall as you shakily brought up your hands by his face. You saw how Miguel’s usual white and clean shirt was stained with a ugly and murky brown-red color.

“Miguel…” You choked out with an equally shaky breath. You hesitantly touched his face and flinched when you felt how cold he had become. “No, I saw you today–This morning–we-we woke up together–How did–” You began hyperventilating, choking out sobs while you carefully brought his upper body close to you. You held his head carefully in your arms, whimpering and cupping his cheek to wipe off the blood smeared on his bottom lip.

You cradled his head to your chest, burying yourself in his hair that still smelled like him and his familiar scent along with the stench of his blood that burned your nose. You sobbed feeling the weight of reality set in slowly. Looking down, you gently reached over to grab his hand in yours. It was just as cold, if not freezing, in your warmer hand. You slipped your fingers through his seamlessly like you did before time and time again. You squeezed it softly, expecting Miguel to squeeze back. You squeezed harder in case he didn’t feel it the first time. No response.

You break into another sob, curling yourself around him while you weeped to yourself. The commotion of the crowd fell deaf on your ears, only struggling and desperately hoping to hear a soft puff of breathing from Miguels mouth. Bringing his hand up to your lips, you kissed the palm on his hand and pressed it against your cheek. You held it up and nuzzled against it while you wailed, your other arm bringing his head closer so you could lean your forehead against his. You pleaded to the skies that this had to be some cruel joke, or at least some hope that Miguel would wake up and kiss you again. Oh, how you ached for at least one last kiss. You deserved that much.

Wrapping your arms around him, your hands desperately clutched at his body, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in your hands. Despite his cold body, you held onto him, passing whatever warmth you could give him. You clung to him since you were too afraid of the fact that the second you’d let go, he’d be taken from you. “Miggy, don’t do this–please– not to me,” You pleaded softly to him, sniffling and soaking his hair in your tears. “We still have so much to do.”

You continued to whisper gently to him, making promises that couldn’t be kept, and leaving kisses that’d never be reciprocated. You combed your fingers through his hair the way you know he liked it and ignored the stomps of the paramedics making their way to separate you from him.

Translations:

muñequita- little doll/a term of endearment

levántate- get up

mija- combination of 'my daughter"

hermosa- beautiful (feminine)

mamí- mom/term of endearment

papí- dad/term of endearment

apúrate- hurry up

ya te vás?- are you going now?

sí, sí, ya me voy- yeah, yeah, i'm going now.

entiendes?- understand?

mi corazón- my heart

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099

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janeyseymour · 1 year ago

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At Arm's Length pt 5

A request from an Anon that the reader is clingy and Melissa snaps about it.

*can probably be read on its own*

I will admit I wrote this somewhat tipsy, so it is relatively unedited- oopsies!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

WC: ~4.6k

From the moment the two of you woke up, Melissa was off. You could tell in the way that she didn’t immediately press a kiss to whatever part of your body was closest to her. You could tell in the way that she didn’t call you “amore” in her deep and husky morning voice. You could tell in the way that her eyes didn’t light up immediately at the sight of you in the morning.

You knew you weren’t the most attractive woman in the morning. Your hair always stuck up in a million different ways; you brought a new definition to the word bedhead. There was probably leftover makeup under your eyes from the previous day (you only wore makeup because Ava and the superintendent had observed you the previous day) despite the fact that did your nighttime facial routine. Your shirt was probably a crumpled up mess, and your sleeping shorts were sideways- you could feel that much. But Melissa had spent so much time assuring you that seeing you in the morning, bedhead and makeup and all, was the highlight of her day. She promised you that it was one of the most attractive things she could lay her eyes on because she was the only one who ever got to see you like this; see you before you brushed your hair and took the rest of your makeup off to leave you looking like yourself again.

“My natural beauty,” she would usually tell you as she wrapped her arms around your waist in the bathroom.

But not today. Today she groaned as your alarm went off, slamming her fist into it. She rolled out of bed, cursing the day already, and practically dragged herself off to the bathroom. She paid no attention to you at all.

Your eyebrows knit in confusion, obviously. You have no reason to think she’s upset with you, and even when she is, you never go to bed angry and she always makes sure to be extra affectionate the next day.

You hear the water start running in the bathroom- odd. She took a shower last night, or rather… the two of you showered together last night.

With a shrug, you head into the bathroom in search of your hairbrush and toothbrush.

“Mel?” you call quietly as you push the door open. She’s already in the shower and gives you half a grunt in response. Picking up on the fact that she isn’t in the mood to talk just yet, you leave her to shower in peace and fix yourself. You can’t see yourself after a few minutes because of the steam in the room now covering the mirrors, but you decide that you probably got the remnants of your makeup off anyway. You head downstairs and start making breakfast and two cups of coffee to try to turn her day around.

She comes downstairs looking rather unlike your girlfriend. Her hair isn’t cascading down her shoulders the way it usually does in its soft curls, and she’s switched out her usual leather jacket for a regular black sweatshirt.

“Hey, good morning babe,” you say quietly as you continue to tend to the bacon and eggs you have in a few pans. Her arms don’t wrap around you the way that they always do. This does not please you in the slightest. Turning around, you see her sitting at the island with her head in her hands. She’s rubbing her temples and clearly trying to soothe herself from whatever has her so worked up.

This was so unlike her. It worries you. You finish breakfast quickly, turning up the burner to make the food cook faster, before plating the food and bringing it to her. You waltz your way back to the counter to pour and fix the coffees you made.

Usually, your seat was your girlfriend’s lap while you ate breakfast. But today she doesn’t shift to allow you to sit on her. You slide into the seat next to her with a sigh.

“I made you breakfast,” you tell her gently, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling yourself just slightly closer. She shakes you off. You can’t quite keep the hurt off of your face.

“Thanks,” she mutters into her coffee.

“You okay?” You ask her as you start to eat.

“Fine,” she grumbles. “Why?”

“You just seem… off,” you tell your girlfriend gently. “I want to make sure you’re okay.” You don’t get a response, so you leave her to be. Hopefully, by the time you two finish breakfast and get into the car for work, she’ll be in a better mood.

She isn’t. Both hands grip the steering wheel, and she turns on the radio loudly so she doesn’t have to talk to you. When you let your hand rest on her knee, she almost flinches. You can’t pull your hand back quickly enough, and she just barely pulls her hand off the steering wheel to bat at you.

“Quit touching me, will ya?” she finally huffs.

You shrivel down in your seat and turn away from her. You choose to stare out the window instead of at the woman you’re in love with. Secretly, you begin to wonder if she’s as in love with you as she was just last night. What could’ve changed since just last night?

The two of you make your way into the school silently, and Barbara is already there when you enter the break room to put your lunches away. Melissa doesn’t make her way over to the coffee machine like she does so often- almost everyday. Instead, she takes a seat next to her friend in silence.

“Good morning,” you try to sound as cheery as you usually do to greet Barbara. But your smile just doesn’t reach your eyes the way she’s used to.

“Good morning, Y/N. Melissa,” she says cordially as she glances at the redhead. The redhead just gives a nod of the head and sighs into her hands. Barb gives you a questioning look, and you shrug as you make your way to the coffee machine. You make two cups of coffee and set one day in front of your girlfriend, sliding into your designated seat. You try to hold her hand as you sit, but she pulls away.

With a sigh, you stand. “Okay,” you say awkwardly. “I have a lot to get done today, so I think I’m going to sit out on watching the news for today. I’ll see you all later.”

Barbara gives you a gentle nod of the head, and Melissa won’t even look your way. You leave with a frown on your face.

When the little ones start to trickle in, you half expect to see the second grade teacher with a scowl on her face and a very clear sign to her students that she wasn’t having it today. But instead, she’s greeting them at the door with a grin and quite a few hugs or high fives.

So it’s something you did. And what the hell you did? You have no idea. But your heart hurts at the thought that you did something to upset your girlfriend to this degree.

Come lunch, you walk into the staffroom before Melissa- a rarity. You get all of her things out and set them at her spot before scribbling down on a post-it note, I love you. You hope she’s not in as bad of a mood as she was this morning. You grab your own things, brew two more cups of coffee, and sigh as you sit down.

Fifteen minutes pass, and neither her nor Barbara are in the staff room yet to gather their lunches.

“I thought I saw Melissa here today?” Gregory asks.

“She should be,” you say quietly with a shrug. “And if she left without me, I guess I’m taking the bus-”

“We can always take you home,” Janine tells you.

“Where’s Barb?” Jacob asks.

Everybody looks around.

“She didn’t come in to grab her lunch and work in her room?” Gregory asks. You shake your head. You saw her food in the refrigerator when you came in.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you say politely. “If they come in while I’m not here, I’m in the bathroom.” Your coworkers nod in understanding before you head out.

You head out and down the hall towards the kindergarten wing first. If the two veteran teachers aren’t there, you’ll check Melissa’s room, but they like to convene at Barb’s- it’s more secluded.

They aren’t there though, so you head for your girlfriend’s classroom. And just as you go to walk in, something stops you. You can hear the two friends conversing so quietly you can barely make out what they’re saying.

“I don’t- I don’t know Barb,” you hear her deep voice say, hesitation etched into her voice.

“I think it might help,” the kindergarten teacher tells her friend gently. “How is she supposed to know if you won’t tell her?”

“She already knows something is up,” Melissa mutters. “Damn girl is so good with reading me.”

“She’s just about the only person,” Barbara chuckles. “Just think about it, okay?”

You can only assume the second grade teacher nods because then you hear her ask if they can head into the break room for lunch.

“Girl, we were already there, and you pulled me down here to talk about your problems,” Barbara teases.

“Well,” Melissa huffs. “I had to get this all off my chest.”

“Let’s go get lunch.”

You scurry back down the hall and into your own classroom, just barely entering as the two pass your room.

“Y/N,” Barbara says sternly. “Skipping out on lunch?”

“N-no,” you fumble for a lie to tell. “I was just grabbing my glasses. My head has been hurting.” You think that lie might get Melissa to at least show you some sort of affection today- she always fusses over you when you have a headache or aren’t feeling well. But instead, she looks at you as if she hardly knows you. She’s back to ignoring you like she did when you first started working here. You hate this. You absolutely hate this.

“Well, maybe some more lunch will help you, dear,” Barbara tells you when your girlfriend doesn’t say anything to you, instead finding her shoes rather interesting.

As the three of you walk down the hall, you try to wiggle your way under Melissa’s arm, but she doesn’t let you. You sigh in frustration.

“Eat your lunch, kid,” Melissa instructs you. Kid. She hasn’t called you ‘kid’ since before the two of you started dating. Since then it’s been ‘hon’ or ‘babe’. Occasionally, she calls you ‘love’ or ‘amore’ when she’s in a romantic mood. But you haven’t been kid since… This one hurts.

You sit next to her at your table with her best friend, but not a word is spoken. You lay a hand on her shoulder, and she tenses before shrugging you off. Your heart breaks. Was being a little couple-y inside the school too much for her? But then… you think that she was like this at ho- at her house today.

The drive home is awkward, but you let her be for the most part. Maybe one of her students upset her today to further sour her mood.

“Babe,” you sigh softly as you lean towards her in the passenger seat.

“Y/N,” your girlfriend says. “Enough.”

“Enough of what?” you pout. “I’m just trying to-”

“Get off of me!” she finally snaps on you.

“H-huh?” your mouth drops open. She’s never flat out rejected your affection like this before.

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy!” Melissa yells at you as she almost runs a red-light. She slams on her brake just in time. And even though she’s yelling at you, her arm protectively goes out to stop you from slamming into the dash.

You turn bright red, and she huffs as she retracts her arm and turns back to the steering wheel.

“And now you’re trying to get the two of us killed!” she rolls her eyes. “Jesus Christ! I’ve survived enough hit lists, and I’m too good to die because of something so fuckin’ stupid!”

“M-Mel?” you look to her, eyes threatening to tear up.

“I mean, seriously!” she continues on. “You just can’t let me go! I thought you would’ve taken the hint this morning! Or are you that fuckin’ dense?!”

You take a shaky breath and turn to face the other way, a tear falling down your face. You wipe it quickly, not even bothering to hide how upset you are.

“And now you’re crying again,” Melissa grumbles. Then she takes a heavy breath and takes in your body language. “Hon, I’m sorry.”

You don’t turn to face her. You just stare out the window and watch as the apartment buildings and townhouses pass by. Your tears just continue to fall, and you don’t even bother to wipe them.

When Melissa pulls into her driveway, you practically book it. You grab your bags and stand at her front door before she’s even gotten out of the car. You wait impatiently, and once she unlocks her front door, you head into her bedroom to grab your things from the night before.

“Hey,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been in a-”

“I’ll just head out,” you tell her. “I think maybe we need to have a night apart. I’ll let you be.”

“Hon.”

“It’s fine, Mel,” you mutter as you grab your things and head for the door.

“Babe.”

“It’s fine,” you breathe out. “I’m just going to go home and… take a breather. Okay?”

She takes you by the waist gently and kisses you as softly as she can. “Promise we’re okay?”

“Sure,” you sigh as you pull away quickly. “I just need to get out of here for now.” Your girlfriend doesn’t argue, and she lets you head out quietly.

As you enter the apartment you rarely went into at this point, your dam breaks. Tears flow, and you don’t even try to contain the sniffles that leave your body. You thought that there was something with Melissa- that maybe you wouldn’t have to sign your lease again and could move in with her. But now? Now, you have no idea what she wants or doesn’t want.

“So did you talk to her?” Barb asks over the phone.

“I- I snapped at her,” Melissa tells her best friend. “I messed up, and now she’s… but I don’t know if I can admit to her that I’m terrified of losing her.”

“Did you tell her about last night?”

“You mean about how I fell asleep last night thinking about how I don’t know if I could ever go to bed without her again? Why would I think that she would go for-”

“Melissa,” the kindergarten teacher rolls her eyes, and Melissa can practically hear it. Then she hears a buzzing in her ear. “I’m getting another call. I’ll call you back.”

“O-Okay,” the redhead says quietly. She hears the line click before pouring herself a rather large glass of wine.

“Barb?” you whimper.

“Oh, sweetheart,” the kindergarten teacher sighs. “Honey, what happened?”

“M-Melissa… she- she yelled at me for being clingy when I was just- when I was just trying to make her day better, and I-” you sniffle. “I don’t even know what I did wrong in the first place! She’s been awful to me today! And then she called me ‘kid’ and asked me if I was ‘that dense’!”

“Oh, Y/N,” Barb feels nothing but sympathy for you. “I just- I thought this was going somewhere, and I guess.. I don’t know.”

“Do you need someone to come check on you? I can’t right now because I’m cooking dinner, but I’m sure I can get Janine or Jacob to-”

You stifle a laugh. “I don’t think I could handle either of them. I- I’m sorry I called. I just needed to get everything off my chest.”

“It’s okay,” Barb promises you. “Maybe you should just talk to her. Or let her have a day or two. You two will be okay.”

You nod hesitantly before saying your goodbye.

She calls Melissa back and tells her absolutely nothing about the conversation she just had with you. The two of you need to figure it out on your own.

The next morning, You go without your morning coffee, and your breakfast consisted of a disgusting instant oatmeal packet. You pull up to the school, and you park as far away from Melissa as you can.

You go back to how you acted when you first started working at Abbott, although now, you don’t have a salad to eat. You’re never at your apartment anyway, so you never have any spinach at your place anymore. Instead, you grab one of the stale sleeves of Ritz crackers and suppose that will have to make do.

Melissa notices as you stand outside your door to greet your kids, but you absolutely refuse to face her. She can tell your arms are crossed and your sweater is tightly pulled to your body. Most would think you’re just cold; it isn’t uncommon. But Melissa knows that’s what you look like when you’re upset. You’re still upset from yesterday’s events.

She leaves you be. You don’t go to lunch, and everybody asks where you are. She tells them that you’re probably just busy with parent emails and the spring conference schedule.

Little does she know, there’s been one particular parent that you haven’t told her about because you know about her jealous streak. This parent has been practically begging you to go out on a date with him. You’ve been handling it the best way that you could, but…. now she’s acting this way. Or… she acted this way. She might’ve tried to apologize, but it broke your heart the way she had acted towards you and the words she had spoken towards you.

—-

One night of not spending the night with Melissa somehow turned into nearly a week of not spending the night with her. You and your girlfriend have pretty much avoided each other since the day that she snapped on you. You’ve had minimal conversation, and you haven’t had a date since last week. It’s the week of spring conferences, and you really aren’t looking forward to having to meet with your students’ parents. Most of them have nothing but wonderful things to say to you, but the one parent that has been hitting on you since the beginning of the year has only doubled down.

You almost start to entertain the idea of going out with this parent. Melissa hasn’t so much as looked in your direction as you spoke to her, and neither have you. You begin to wonder if maybe you should give the man a shot. The two of you have pretty much ghosted each other, and you really aren’t sure what you and your… girlfriend (?) are anymore. Maybe there would never be a clean breakup, and it was just supposed to be inferred that the two of you were done.

“Melissa,” Barbara enters her friend’s room during one of their breaks that lines up.

“What d’ya want?” the redhead rolls her eyes.

“Sweetheart, that one parent is hitting on your-”

The kindergarten teacher doesn’t have to say anything more, because she is fuming down the hall.

Ava’s dad, who’s name is Jay as you’ve recently learned, has you pressed up against your desk. You’re clearly uncomfortable as you try to back yourself away from him.

Melissa’s ears almost blow with steam. Her face heats up, and she is about .02 seconds away from pulling him off of you and teaching him a-

“Ms. Y/N?” Melissa’s voice is low. Dangerous. She’s staring daggers at the “Are you okay?”

“I-” you don’t really know what to say. You really aren’t sure what to make of this conversation.

“Y/N,” Melissa says again. “Is he botherin’ you?” she asks. She looks scarily calm, but she looks like she’s about three seconds from throttling this man or grabbing her baseball bat and beating the absolute shit out of him.

“Y-yeah,” you say as evenly as possible, but your girlfriend can see the terror and plead for help in your eyes. When he turns to face Melissa, you mouth the words ‘help me’ as subtly as you can.

Thankfully, the second grade teacher knows exactly what you’re saying. For as quick as Ava’s dad was on you, he’s also off of you. You have no one to thank for that but Melissa Schemmenti. She says a few things to him so quietly, and you have no idea what she says, but you know she just pretty much threatened his life. He backs away quicker than he ever has.

“Leave her the fuck alone,” Melissa practically growls. “Don’t fucking touch my-” “Melissa!” you pull her away. You’re not ready to out yourself to the parents. You turn to the parent. “Mister Johns, your daughter is doing perfectly fine. I will see you at the move up ceremony. Thank you, and have a good night.”

He storms out, claiming that he’ll be emailing Ava about this. The two of you know for as shady as Ava can be, she will always have your back.

The redhead doesn’t pull away from you until he’s gone.

“Honey,” Melissa’s hands don’t move from your waist as she looks you over. “Are you okay? Did he-”

“I’m okay,” you mumble as you pull away from her. She pulls you close again.

“Baby,” she whispers, knowing just how much she’s missed you this past week.

“Melissa, just… get off of me,” you sigh and push away from her again. “I know what’s going on here, and I’ve accepted it. Just… break up with me.”

“Why’re you always so convinced I’m gonna break up with you?” She asks you.

You search for any way to get out of this conversation. But you don’t have any more conferences today, and neither does she. You’re stuck. “Can we at least do this with the door closed?”

She closes the door and comes back, pulling you in close as you sit in your chair behind your desk.

“I thought you hated me,” you whisper. “After you yelled at me and called me dense… I just figured-”

“What did you figure?” Melissa looks confused.

“It’s not the first time I’ve been called dense,” you admit, refusing to look at her. “An idiot.”

“Babe, you are brilliant.”

“Then why don’t I know what happened last week? Why did you call me dense yourself?” you ask her vulnerably. “Why do I have no idea why you went from worshipping my body to not being able to stand my touch in less than twelve hours?”

Your girlfriend takes a deep, shaky breath. “I got scared.”

“Well, if you’re scared,” you cough out. “Then, this isn’t going to-”

“I got scared because I fell asleep with my arms around you wondering if I could ever go without you? I got- I’ve been married before, Y/N. And I never felt this way for Joe the way I feel for you. I- I got scared. I got cold feet. I’ve hated this last week without you, and I know… I don’t- You’re… you’re you. You could have any person you want, and if you broke it off with me, I don’t know if I would survive it. I started to question why you would ever want anyone like… like me. So,” she takes a deep breath, and you can tell she’s starting to get choked up. “And so, I tried to distance myself from you so you couldn’t break my heart. Selfishly, I didn’t want you to break my heart. And then you started to play along with it, and- babe. I haven’t slept for more than two hours at a time this entire week. All I want is you,” she whispers. “I never wanted to let you go, but I needed to protect my heart. It’s been broken before, and if you broke it… I really don’t know if-”

You pull her in tightly. Again, your heart breaks. But it doesn’t break because of the reasons it had before. It breaks because you hear the sincerity in her voice when she tells you how terrified she is of losing you. You hear the truth and absolute exhaustion in her tone when she tells you that she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in over a week. Your heart shatters in your chest when she admits to you that she doesn’t understand why you would want her.

“Amore,” she whispers as she rests her forehead against yours. “I can’t bear to lose you. Please don’t let me.”

You pretty much collapse into her arms. You’re unsure of the reason. It could be your fight or flight adrenaline finally leaving your body as Ava’s dad leaves (you’re positive she’ll be transferred out of you class if Melissa has anything to do with it), or if it’s from your girlfriend’s words. But you absolutely melt into her arms, shaking with a few rogue tears falling down your cheeks.

“You’re the dense one if you think I’m ever going to leave you,” you laugh through your thick tears and tight throat. You cling to her like your life depends on it, even if you being clingy was the thing that got you into this mess in the first place.

At that thought, you pull away. “I- I’m sorry. I’ll be less clingy.”

She looks at you with the saddest eyes. “Please don’t stop.”

“But that’s why we were fighting in the-”

“I love how affectionate you are,” she promises you, intertwining one hand with yours while the other rests on your ass, squeezing it gently. “I was just… an idiot,” she admits. “An absolute idiot blinded by my own fears. Please don’t stop being exactly who you are.”

“Even if I’m just a clingy, lovesick mess for you who cries almost weekly?”

“You’re clingy because you love me, and you cry weekly because you are so damn compassionate about the students,” she tells you. “That only makes me fall in love with you more.”

You nearly swoon at that comment. Actually, you do swoon. You capture her lips rather roughly, and it catches her off guard.

“Wow, Ms. Y/N,” your girlfriend can’t help but chuckle against you. “At least wait until we get home.”

“I haven’t been home in a week,” you say and pout pathetically. “I miss home.”

“Well,” she looks at you alluringly. “I don’t have any more conferences, and I can guarantee Ava already left for the day, so we should be in the clear?” “That sounds good enough to me,” you whisper as you wrap yourself up in her again. You’ve missed being this close to her for the last week. You never want to let go.

By the time the two of you actually make your way out of the building, the only people that are left are Janine and Gregory. Both of you know that Gregory is sitting in his classroom waiting for his girlfriend to be finished with her last conference, so the two of you are able to slip out with Melissa’s hand dangerously close to your ass on school grounds.

And when you come in for the second day of conferences and can’t quite walk normally, well… no one will outright say it, but they all know you and Melissa have made up.

#melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti

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timetoddddavis · 4 months ago

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Have I mentioned here how I'm low key obsessed with Sakito? He's like this... showboating, deeply traumatized, hungry, yankee manchild who's nice to kids, and I dunno if you know this but this is 100% my brand.

Like he never grew up, he's Peter Pan all the way down, he ran away as a child and now he's back and he's still! A child!! His changer is a game controller ffs, when he gets here, it's all a game to him. He does not care about the stakes at all he just wants to go FAST. Because none of this is REAL to him, this place isn't real. These people aren't real. It's a GAME until he meets back up with his one tether to earth.

Watch him when we see him interact with his childhood friend, the downwards gaze, the mumbled apology, his parental figure giving him little pushes. His motivations are all id, he just wants to eat home cooking and play games with his friends. He is a KID. He's the naughty little boy who lives in your neighborhood who fucks up your flowers and cusses at adults and eggs the cops and gets into fights, but he shows up at your house and gets shy and doesn't ask for anything and you feed that kid because you know SOMETHING is going on with him and he needs support.

Sakito is SO NICE to kids, too, it's so sweet, it's the only time he's really openly warm and it adds such a good shading to his character. He's a traumatized kid who grew up to be a BIG traumatized kid, right? So when a kid is troubled, when he's faced with kids, he treats them with respect and warmth. He gets down to their level. He smiles and speaks gently. He believes them.

The episode with Taiya's school and the dream, when Sakito's trapped in his own head, he doesn't even treat the ILLUSION of a child with his usual roughness. And I think that's really beautiful! We don't know what happened to him as a kid, but we do know he doesn't pass it along.

AND JUST, AN ASIDE, BYUUN D IS SO GOOD. THE ALIENS SAKITO MET WERE BORDERLINE SCARY, ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO HIM. BUT BYUUN D WAS THERE. AND HE'S STILL THERE. AND SAKITO IS A DANGEROUS VIOLENT LITTLE SHIT, BUT HE GETS FED AND HE READS HIS CREATIVE WRITING AND THEY NEVER GO ANYWHERE APART. It's like Sakito met his imaginary friend and he was real and he took him away from all the bad things and he took care of him. Do you get it??

And also Tsuta is sooooo good as Boon Violet, if you watch him he puts in these tiny little pauses when he hits a particular pose so it has time to really hit you in the eyes, it looks so fucking good on camera. That could totally be the action director's doing, I don't actually know, but it doesn't seem like every suit actor is doing it quite as pronounced so I'm willing to give it to Mr. Tsuta.

And he's. He's... you know. A lil thicker. Nice butt. Nice *gestures broadly* legs... and like... *gesturing becomes more unhinged* torso. Good to watch at his craft and also just good to look at. I look forward to seeing him do more main roles, if that's the direction he goes in.

I would shell out for those suit actor 'racer cards' so fast, you have no idea.

#bakuage sentai boonboomger #homura sakito #this is really long and i still have thoughts #he's just. he's very good.#I want him to be fed and have a warm place to sleep and for life to be soft for him for awhile #'don't examine my favorite characters they don't say anything about me' etc etc etc #local man reporting

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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hii there is a lack of maws clark fics imo so im here asking if you could write something like waking up with him and he tries to cook breakfast but his clumsiness takes over him? anw i love your writing sm,, have a gr8 dayyy

Upon waking up to an empty, semi-cold bed that of which Clark usually occupies, followed by a series of noises coming from the kitchen, you were soon enough lured out of bed and dressed in one of Clark’s shirts and some sweats before trudging down the hallway that felt to have continuously stretched out before you and unto eternity for your poor foggy brain.

That was until you had found yourself stood at the entrance to the kitchen, where you were facing down Clark’s broad back as he threw himself headfirst into partaking in the ever so serious task everyone had to face after waking up; making breakfast. It’s cute watching Clark as he cautiously attempts to crack eggs into a pan without getting any shell remnants in the yolk, you didn’t need to get a look at his face, because you could already envision the furrow in his brows and the look of absolute concentration that would’ve been evident within his beautiful blue eyes; Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if the tip of his tongue was absentmindedly sticking out from the corner of his mouth!

You’ve told Clark time and time again that he needn’t worry about breakfast and that you’ll make it or get something while you were out, but you happen to find that Clark is a persistent man when it comes to help making life a bit easier for you, even when you didn’t necessarily need him to. You didn’t believe yourself worthy of Clark’s golden heart but yet he was the one who gifted it to you, with nothing but the sweetest smile upon his face, speckled with the crumbs of the sweets he had prior as he asks for your permission in keeping your heart safe; In regards as to where you were now, it was obvious that you responded to his confession in kind.

‘What’s cooking, handsome?’ You said, your voice cutting through the silence.

‘Ah!’ Clark exclaimed, taken aback by your suddenness but as he jolted, the egg in his careful hand was soon crushed into of bits regarding shell, egg and yolk, whereas the handle to the pan he was once holding so steadily was now easily snapped off from the rest of it; leaving the eggs that were already in the pan to cook on the hot stove without a means of getting it off safely. Clark looked like the spitting image of an upset puppy dog upon seeing how quickly his perfect breakfast suddenly become…imperfect. He just wanted to treat you for everything you’ve done for him but with his powers, even the most minuscule task was a difficultly when having to actively make an attempt in not breaking things. However he was still coming to terms with his powers, but slowly but surly he will one day have a firmer understanding over them to the point where breaking appliances and the like will become less commonplace.

‘I am…well…was in the process of making you breakfast until…well…you know.’ Clark sighed, gesturing with an arm to pathetic attempt at breakfast, his head hung low against his chest. You smiled sympathetically. ‘Hey big guy.’ You started as you walked over to him, holding his face up by the cheeks, stroking your thumbs across the skin there reassuringly, ‘no need to go beating yourself up about these things. For all things considered, it smelt so delicious that it had me getting up out of our warm bed. Which is already a feet worth celebrating.’ Clark chuckled as he burrows his face into your hands as his own took to bringing you closer to him.

‘I guess, but still I wanted to do something nice for you.’ He utters and you couldn’t help but huff. ‘You do enough for me already, Clark. We’re a team, let me help you and do my share of the heavy lifting now and then.’ You tell him, pressing a kiss to his nose, ‘but firstly we should probably clean this up.’ You pull away to gesture to the broken pan still on the stove, alongside the countertops that were a mess with empty egg cartons from Clark’s previous attempts at cracking eggs and possible pancake batter.

Clark’s embarrassed chuckle filled your ears as he was coming to terms that maybe being in the kitchen wasn’t his strong suit to begin with. ‘Yeah. I second that idea.’

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ky-yk · 1 year ago

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get up (kzh x f!reader)

a sequel to “cool with you (kzh x f!reader)”

genre: fluff || word count: 1k

author’s note: the ending sounds sad but i swear it isn't alright

stop, don’t touch me there! this is, my no-no square!

you jolted awake at the sound of the offending song. heartbeat racing at the thought of possibly missing your first class of the day, you were gearing up to get ready on autopilot with your eyelids still lidded until your brain finally caught up with you:

it’s a saturday.

with a groan and an eye roll, you immediately plopped back down. instead of meeting the mattress beneath you, though, your back instead it the very lithe, very toned arm of your girlfriend, nakamura kazuha.

you shot back up and winced at the contact, face contorting in cringe. yikes, i hope i didn’t wake her up, you thought. you slowly turned around, keeping your eyes closed until you faced the girl, slowly opening your eyes to see whether you’d woken the girl.

thankfully enough, she’s still dead to the world.

with a sigh of relief, you looked around, wondering what you should do now that you were wide awake. soon enough, your eyes wandered down to the sight of a sleeping kazuha.

she’d never looked more at peace: eyes fluttered closed, her long eyelashes sticking out. her face was relaxed, the light streaming in from your windows coloring her in a soft glow that accentuated her long nose bridge, her hair plump lips, and her soft cheeks. she looked so small engulfed in her hoodie.

she looks so beautiful.

“you know i can feel you staring, right?”

breaking out of your lovesick daze, you snapped out of your reverie to see your girlfriend stretching awake and yawning. you tried to laugh it off. “psh, me? staring? you wish,” you playfully scoffed — exaggerated eye roll and everything.

“me when i lie,” she yawns as she reaches up to wrap her arms around your waist, drawing you closer to her lying body. once you’re close enough, she nuzzles herself into your waist, leaving you chuckling at the sight.

“what time is it?” you barely make out what she’s saying, but when you do, you reach over her for your phone.

“9:20,” you read out the time.

“eh?!“ she exclaimed (you still had to exert a little more effort to try to hear her, though). “still so early, y/n-ie,” she whined, hugging you closer and pretty much dragging you to lie back in bed with her.

“that is not early, zuha-chan!” you said exasperatedly, putting your phone down dramatically as you looked at the koala around your waist. “i’d be in my first period class around this time.”

“and we love that for you,” she deadpanned. rolling your eyes, you reached down to take her arms from off your waist.

“what are you doing?” she whined.

“i’ll go make us breakfast, zuha-chan. you can keep resting here, i’ll just bring you your food,” you reasoned out. she just mumbled something you couldn’t bother to make out anymore. you think she’s finally relented once you don’t feel her fighting back, allowing you to quietly get up and go out into the kitchen.

after taking out the ingredients you needed, you now found yourself standing by the stove, waiting for the oil to heat up before you could pour the eggs in.

once the eggs were in, you started moving them around in the pan with your spatula, ensuring that all sides were cooked evenly. you stared at the pan, so intently focused that you started zoning out and working on autopilot.

that was until long and lithe arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you out of your reverie and back into the real world. you felt a chin drop on your shoulder and someone’s front pressing up against your back. your heart began calming down after realizing it was just kazuha and not some stranger who’d magically broken into your house.

relishing in her embrace, a small smile graced your lips as you focused on your cooking. the girl behind you hummed. “smells good, babe,” she commented before nosing at your neck and leaving to set the table. you felt the heat rise up from that spot on your neck all the way up to your ears, and you hoped that if she noticed, she’d just chock it up to the heat from the stove.

the house was quiet, save for the shuffling around of feet, the clinks and clangs of kitchen utensils, the sizzle of the pan, and your soft humming. it was easy.

you and kazuha maneuvered around the kitchen and dining room as if it was a choreographed dance. soon enough, you’d set the food on the dishes she set out and brought them to the dining table while she readied up a glass of water for you both by your plates. you returned to the stove to put your dirty dishes in the sink, and when you turned back around, kazuha was already sat at her place, mindlessly staring at the table while zoning out.

the moment you sat down, you gently knocked on the table to get her attention. she jumped a little bit and blinked once before noticing your easy yet amused smile. she returned your smile with an equally bright yet tired smile, her eyes closing into crescents. you motioned to her food and she nodded in response, leaving you to munch down on your own food.

silence enveloped you both as you peacefully ate your breakfast. once you and kazuha had finished breakfast, you volunteered to bring your dishes to the sink since the girl was back to zoning off. after depositing the dishes, you walked behind the girl and wrapped your arms over her shoulders and rested your weight on the girl.

"penny for your thoughts, zuha-chan?" you mumbled.

"'m just tired," she replied.

rising from your position, you walked around her and made your way over to her lap. she immediately wrapped her arms around your waist as you did the same around her neck. she went back to burying her face in your neck and just stayed there for a while.

you brought the girl closer by cradling her head closer to you while she dragged you closer into her. you sighed. "that beat, zuha-chan? you slept like you were dead last night," you chuckled lightheartedly.

"just wanna stay like this," kazuha mumbled. "too much out there. too loud."

"then we can stay like this."

oh how you wished you could stay like this.

#🐻 — ky writes #le sserafim #girl group imagines #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #nakamura kazuha #kazuha x reader #lesserafim kazuha

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demiesworld · 1 year ago

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sunday mornings - [husband!miguel x blackwife!reader]

synopsis: just a domesticated miguel's sunday routine with his gorgeous black wife.

contents: sfw, suggestive theme, brief sex part but it is not graphically written, just fluffy stuff

notes: some use of spanish is used in this. my spanish is not very good, so if there is any grammatical errors please let me know. i wrote this bc i saw a lot of miguel x black reader fics that have smut in them, and rarely did i see some domestic or fluff with miguel and a black reader. miguel is not spiderman in this, he does not have any mutated abilities or powers. miguel is in his early 30s and reader is in their late 20s.

The weekends are always an anticipated time for Miguel. During the weekdays he would be working diligently in the confines of a cold laboratory. He worked the typical 8 to 5 as a bioengineer, pulling in money to support him and his lovely wife. On Saturdays, Miguel would spend them freely doing whatever errands or activities he couldn't do over the weekday. However on Sundays, there was a routine that him and his wife set in stone for them.

It starts off with Miguel waking up to the aromatic sweet smell of pancakes and a California king-sized bed with an empty spot beside him. The curtains and blinds in their bedroom are closed, yet the tell-tell signs of sunlight is evident from the peeks of rays. His sleepy brown eyes look at the wall clock and reads the time as five past 8 in the morning. Which was normal for his wife to be cooking their breakfast at a time like this on Sunday.

The man lifts himself out of bed, and doesn't leave the bedroom till after he's fixed up the bedsheets and laid the pillows back into place in a neat order. As he crosses the threshold of the door he shuts off the ceiling fan with a flick of his fingers flipping the switch down. Miguel runs his thick long fingers through his dark brown bed head hair as he walked through the hallway. The walls were decorated with family pictures, their wedding ceremony, and paintings of abstract African art.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear the faint sound of the R&B song "Weak" by SWV playing from the bluetooth speaker. Accompanied by that was the sizzling of bacon cooking on the stove and the smell of that lingering in the air. Miguel came upon the kitchen entryway and he stood there leaning against the frame just to observe you preparing breakfast.

You were standing at the flat ceramic-top stove, flipping pancakes on a pan while keeping a watchful eye on your bacon. Your husband eyes your attire: a cream satin robe that ended above your knees and a matching color bonnet on your head. Your face free of any makeup, and you were just in your natural state. You looked beautiful as the day he first met you.

Miguel leans off of the frame and makes his way over to you. While you were in the midst of cooking, you felt strong arms and a firm chest press against your back. Large hands wrapped around your stomach, intertwining their fingers in a way to prevent from you escaping. As if you would ever do that. His supple lips attached themselves to the junction of your neck and collarbone just as a content sigh emit from him. A gentle and heart-warming kiss is what left goosebumps on your brown skin. A genuine, happy smile followed.

"Hmm... buenos días mi corazón." He whispers to you, and rests his chin on your shoulder to watch you cook. "Qué tenemos para breakfast?"

You daintily flip over a pancake while responding to him, "You are having oatmeal with apples, cinnamon, and honey. I am going to have pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs."

Miguel pouts at the meal he was going to be eating, "Do I have to eat that mi corazón? It's so bland."

"Hey, the doctor said your cholesterol levels were high Miguel and that you need to cut back on sodium. You wanna have a heart attack or do you wanna live to see 60?"

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't argue with your factual rebuttal. "Okay, I get it." His lips kiss your cheek before he lets you go and takes a seat at the dining table. Your gentle voice calls from the kitchen, "I love you Miguel."

"Te quiero tambien, Y/N."

Once you were finished cooking breakfast for you and your husband you set out the plates. First you placed your plate of scrambled eggs, two pancakes, and three strips of bacon onto the tablemat. Then you served Miguel with his bowl of oatmeal coupled with four boiled eggs and his orange juice. You let out an amused chuckle when you saw the pout on his lips upon seeing his meal. Your lips kiss his temple before you go over to sit at your designated seat.

"It's only for a month, papi, don't worry too much."

Together you both ate breakfast and discussed over plans for your Sunday. You told Miguel that after church services you were to be a teacher's substitute for the children so you wouldn't make it home until a little after 12. Miguel said he was fine with that since he would be helping out one of your elderly neighbors with mowing his lawn today due to the guy's back being hurt. You also mentioned to him that you needed to do chores around the house. He reminded you that you were to have Sunday dinner with his parents tonight at their place.

"As long as you're not going to be drunk with your dad then we can do that." You say to him.

"I won't drink with my father, cariño." He promises.

After breakfast was over the two of you started to get dressed for church. You did your makeup in your shared bathroom, going for a soft glam look. You took off your bonnet and fixed up the Senegalese twists you had in your head. You laid down your baby hairs, massaged oil onto your scalp and conditioned your hair. When you were finished doing that you went on to get dressed. Out from your private closet you pulled out a long sleeve mustard yellow maxi dress and slid on sandals. Then you accessorized with gold bracelet, gold heart necklace and gold diamond tear-drop earrings.

You came out of your bedroom and walked into the foyer where Miguel was standing there waiting for you. He was wearing the dark brown two piece suit you had picked out from him the night before. A mustard yellow tie and handkerchief stood out. Your husband cleaned up nice.

His eyes met yours when he heard you walking down the hall and smiled lovingly at you. "Dios mío... Te ves hermosa en ese vestido mami." He gently grabbed a hold of your hand and spun you around just to get a glimpse of your butt. "I don't think I wanna go to church today now."

You giggle and swat him in the chest playfully. "Damn Miguel, you horny dog, we're not skipping out on church again for that. Maybe when we get home this afternoon..." You trailed off letting him know that you were insinuating it could happen.

After Miguel gave you another twirl then a slap on the ass you two set off for church. There the two of you sat in the middle section of the chapel. Some folks came up to you greeting you both, and conversated about what the preacher was going to say today. You both got many compliments on your matching outfits. Which to you wasn't a surprise as you both wore matching outfits on Sunday mornings with similar colors. You remember from last year how the two of you wore red, white and green colors in celebration of Christmas during a service.

The service held felt long despite it lasting an hour and a few minutes over time. You and Miguel did your donations to the church. You both separately put in $50 into the hat that went around the congregation. You sang the songs that the choir was singing and praised every time the preacher talked about the Lord. By the time it was time to leave you looked at Miguel and told him to not pick you up since you had a ride back home after the class with the Sunday school children. You gave him a kiss good-bye then went on about your day teaching.

Miguel went home and changed out from his church clothes to a loose grey tank top, khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. He went over to the neighbor's home and let them know that he was going to mow their lawn for them before doing it. The old man neighbor was thankful for Miguel, even offered him money, but your husband politely refused. To him kind acts of service shouldn't be paid for with money but with kindness in return.

At around 12 you were just arriving home from church and Miguel had just finished up with mowing the neighbor's grass. He greeted you at the door kissing your lips tenderly and his hands caressing your hips. You inwardly laughed as you weren't even a minute into being home when your husband started kissing you and feeling you up in the foyer.

"Papi, I haven't been home for five minutes!" You squealed when he carried you up off the ground and pressed your back against the wall.

Your husband smirks on your lips and replies, "You're the one who said we could do it after church."

He was right you did say that to him this morning. You threaded your manicured fingers through his hair, a soft moan slipping past your glossed lips and into his own.

"Hmm, Miguel, if you really want it we gotta go to the room." You say breathlessly in between the passionate kisses he was giving you.

Miguel carries you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed gracefully. Once you two have rid each other of one another's clothes and jewelry pieces you both engage in steamy coitus. Hands caressing bodies, lips sucking on flesh, and sweat sticking to skin. A song of low grunts, shrill pleased moans, and heavy rushed pants resonated in the bedroom. The loud pounding of skin sounded like a drum in the background and creaking of the bed frame. It all escalated into an unsteady rhythm then came to an abrupt halt once you both met your ending.

The two of you laid in the rumpled bedsheets just holding each other in the aftermath. Basking in one another's glow. You tilt your head up to look at your husband and then kiss the underside of his sharp jawbone.

"We can't stay in bed too long, papi. I still got chores to do and we have dinner with your family tonight."

Miguel let out a tired sigh, "Just five more minutes cariño."

You move to get out of the bed, "Uh-uh, Miguel we gotta get moving, come on now." You pull yourself out of the bed and turn to your naked husband still laying on the bed. You wave your hand, "Come on, get the bed sheets changed and let's take a shower."

"I love you."

You pause when he says those words, but your face softens when you feel butterflies in your stomach. The words, "I love you too." fall out of your mouth when you respond. After saying that you walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, Miguel could hear your voice shouting, "You better be getting out of that bed and changing them sheets!"

Miguel shakes his head followed by a roll of his eyes. Though he does as he is told. He changes the messed up bedsheets, putting the old one into the laundry room and then replacing it with clean fresh ones. As soon as he was done he met with you in the shower and you both washed together.

Yes this was Miguel's Sunday routine. Going to church with his gorgeous wife, helping out with the chores, and attending Sunday family dinners with her family or his family once a week. It was the one day of the 7-day week that Miguel looked forward to. And he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

notes: slowly trying to get out of my writer's block slump. current fixation is fucking miguel o'hara. god knew not to make that man real bc he will have everybody and their mama on his dick. anyways lmk what you think of this fluffy piece! (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

#miguel o'hara x black!reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #astv miguel #marvel #marvel comics #miguel x black reader #miguel o'hara x black reader

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