#woah i should not constantly have head pain

[ringsandbracelets]

when your oc is legally blind for 19 years of life because he just never told anyone he couldnt see

[bisexualiteaa]

Getting interrupted 🤭

CW: smutty 18+! Suggestive themes, light mentions of/implied smut, getting caught, possible errors and possible OOC scenarios. Otherwise, enjoy! 🥰

John "Soap" MacTavish

- he was a sucker for someone in uniform, so it was no surprise that he would come and constantly visit you down at medical where you worked. It's how you both met and got together after all, so despite the pain and occasionally bad memories that came with it, it still held a place in his heart because you were there.

- he'd never admit it, but sometimes he would get himself hurt on purpose just to visit you, he always loved to see the smile on your face as you would shake your head and rest your hands on your hips before fixing him up perfectly, always having the cure to his every injury or ailment.

- sometimes these were the only moments where he'd get a chance alone with you, enjoying the way you'd always make a little time for him to talk and enjoy each others company for a little while afterwards.

- no one knew you guys were together, everyone knew he had a crush on you because, quite frankly, he wasn't very good at hiding it, but he didn't really want to either. But for the sake of your job, he didn't want to reveal anything should it get you in trouble.

- "you never stay out of trouble, do you?" You asked with a playful grin as you'd just finished stitching up a small gash on his arm. "If I stayed out a trouble, I'd never get the luxury t' see you" he replied with a flirty tone, making you chuckle. "Just be more careful please, I need you in one piece" you replied, kissing his cheek as you sat next to him, having just patched up his arm. "I will, don't worry your pretty head lass, I'll always come back t' you" he assured, making you smile and hum in appeasement before you leaned in, pulling him into a soft, loving kiss. His hand came to cup your cheek as you held his other one in your own, fingers intertwined as you shared in your moment together. When you two were alone together, the world finally felt at peace, no wars to think about, no stress weighing down on you, all you needed to think about was your Johnny.

- So it was no shock that your kiss took a turn to something a little deeper, a sigh leaving you as your free hand rested on his collarbone. "Careful bonnie, go on like tha' and I'll be walkin' outta here with a whole different problem" he said, making you giggle. "Wouldn't half mind fixing that either, too bad you don't know how to keep quiet" you quipped with a grin, making him laugh at your remark. "Cheeky bugger" he replied with a matching grin before pulling you in again, kissing you as if tomorrow you'd be gone.

- But sadly, even the best moments must come to an end, neither of you were expecting the way it had however.

- "Sorry to bother doc, got room to squeeze in a- woah!" Spoke Gaz as he pulled back the curtain, seeing your form loomed over the side of the exam bed, kissing his comrade. You gave a short gasp as you both jumped apart, blushing wildly after being caught red handed. "Shit, I'm SO so sorry!" You spoke, bumping into your cart in your panicked frenzy as you tried to back away and button your uniform back up as to not look suspicious, but it was already too late.

- "Sorry Gaz, appointment got prolonged. Doctors, am I right? Gotta poke around an' check everywhere for some reason" Johnny spoke, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with a slight blush but trying to joke his way out of things, as per usual. Gaz gave a chuckle. "Explains why you come down here so often. Here I thought you were just trying to get a good record built up for disability, didn't know you had a Dr. Feel Good situation goin' on" he teased with a grin. "I'm gonna get in so much trouble.." You muttered, holding your face in your hands out of embarrassment. "Relax doc, your secret's safe with me. I promise. It's about time you finally went for" Gaz assured you before offering a genuinely happy smile to Johnny. "I know all to well of the draw of the uniform myself" he added, looking towards one of the other doctors, her offering a giggle and flirty wave his way. "Well I'll be damned" Johnny spoke with a chuckle. "And looks like she's got an opening, so you two just earned yourself some more alone time" Gaz said, making you and Johnny both chuckle. "I owe ya one" Johnny spoke before Gaz walked away, turning back to you as you closed the curtain again, alotting you both some privacy for just a little bit longer.

König

- You were in his room, laying in bed together, enjoying the time alone after months of him being away.

- It started out innocent enough, just enjoying a movie together, but one innocent kiss turned to two, and when wandering hands found their way down your sides to your ass, playful giggles soon turned to quiet moans and it wasn't long before things turned just a little more heated.

- You were on top of him, straddling his lap as his kisses began littering down your neck, his large, rough hands at your hips moving you back and forth against him. A quiet moan and sigh fell from you, both of you doing your best to keep quiet as not to raise suspicions.

- "How I missed you, schatz" he told you, making you smile with drunken love in your eyes. "Missed you too, Kö" you replied sweetly, your lips now trailing down his neck to his bare chest in a way that he swore injected fire straight into his veins.

- You were topless as you sat there straddling him, indulging in one of those moments of kissing one another deeply, only stopping at the feel of each other smiling before resuming. Light, breathy giggles and quiet sighs of pleasure leaving you as you both were caught up in the heat of the moment.

- That was when you both heard the knock at the door, making you both jump. "Shit" you said quietly but in a panic. "Hide" he replied, getting up to put on a pair of pants, allowing you some time to scramble to grab your shirt and any trace you were here and hide in his bathroom, staying dead silent as you did.

- You heard the sound of him talking to Captain Price as you were hidden, relief washing over you once the door had finally closed and he walked away. You peaked back out from the bathroom, seeing König look at you as the look of panic finally fell from his face. "Close call" you spoke with a grin. "Way too close" he replied as you came back to him. "Ya know, if you just came over to my place, we wouldn't have to sneak around and worry about getting caught" you mused, making him chuckle as he leaned down. "Maybe I like the thrill a little bit" he admitted, making you giggle lightly before kissing him once more, your arms draped over his shoulders as you did.

- "Just keep it down in there" Price's voice spoke from the other side of his door, making you panic once more. "König! This is why we should be at my house!" You said, face red as a beet from fluster, and König couldnt help but grin at your embarrassment. Price gave a laugh as he walked away.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

- Everyone knew you were his, he made it very clear that he would break the neck of anyone who would dare try to have a piece of you, or even look in your direction with malintent.

- He didn't need PDA to show it either, when you both were out with his comrades, or out in public, a protective arm laid around your waist yes, but even when it didn't, all it took was one look from Simon for someone to deeply reconsider their intentions with you.

- So one night, when you were both coming out to his truck for a smoke from a night out drinking with friends, the liquid courage seeping through your veins, you decided to push his buttons a little.

- There he stood, leaned against his truck, having just finished taking drags off of his cigarette before putting it out with his foot. His balaclava was still pulled up to rest on the bridge of his nose, showing off the lower half of his face, so you took the chance.

- You smiled as he grinned when your fingers slid along his jaw and up under the balaclava just a little, keeping it up so that you could kiss him. The taste of smoke, tobacco, and whiskey mixed together in a taste that was just so *him.* You couldn't help the surge of butterflies that came through you as his hands rested on your hips, the way he kissed you always left your mind reeling as they were always so intimate, so shameless.

- "Just couldn't wait, could ya?" He asked, making you chuckle as you bit your lip, your cheeks heating up from the drinks buzzing in you as well as the heat that always burned in you anytime he kissed you. "You know what bourbon does to me, and you know what *you* do to me" you replied with a playful grin, making him chuckle once more as you said it, poking his chest to prove your point before dragging your finger down some. "I'm very aware" he replied.

- Your finger looped into his belt, giving a strong tug to pull him closer to you, your lips just centimetres apart now before you closed the distance once more. "You're playing a dangerous game, lovie" he spoke in a low tone, making your grin only stretch wider. "That so? Gonna put me in my place then?" You challenged bravely, making his eyes hold a different intensity. Hunger, a predatory one at that. "Get your ass in the truck. Now" he ordered.

- Needless to say, it was no shock to him that you both managed to find your way in the back seat of his truck, music playing just loud enough in the background to add to the atmosphere as your panting from the deep kiss filled the air in the car.

- You grinned far too devilishly as you rolled your hips in time to the beat of the song, enjoying your moment of power over him. But he was there to remind you that even if you were on top and straddling him, that did not, by any stretch of the imagination, mean you were in control. His hand came to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he tugged it back, making your head dip back as he did. You gave a sinful moan as he did, roughly thrusting his hips up into you. "Your misbehavin' has gotten a bit out of hand, love. Someone oughtta teach you some fuckin' manners" he damn near *growled* in response, making you whimper as his hips stilled completely. "Gonna be good f' me? Stop bein' a fuckin' brat?" He asked, making you nod your head yes vigorously, earning another yank on your hair and a powerful thrust up into you. "Answer properly" he ordered. "Yes sir, gonna be good for you, I promise!" you let out, his hand leaving your hair as he started his pace up again. "Then be a doll and take it" he spoke, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continued his brutal pace.

- Anyone on the outside wouldn't have known, the music, not too loud to be suspicious, but perfectly loud enough to cover your joint symphony of moans, pants, and grunts, paired with the sounds of skin against skin. So Soap being none the wiser, thought it'd be safe to go to Ghost's truck to tease you both for being gone for so long.

- Then a hand came to the foggy window, smearing enough of the condensation away to reveal the both of you in the back seat. What he wasn't anticipating was the sight of you on top of him, fully clothed thankfully, but it was clear what was going on. "Shit!" You exclaimed when you saw Soap's eyes widen before he looked away, knowing he'd be in deep shit for catching you both. Simon's eyes followed yours to the window, catching sight of the reason why you were hiding your face in your hands. A devious grin came to his lips, deciding to roll the window down some, not too much to show too much, but enough to send you into a panic. "Si! What the hell are you doing??" You asked, making the scot give a chuckle. "Was comin' t' check an' see if you two were still alive, but clearly you're takin' more than a smoke break" he replied. "Started off as one anyway.." You spoke with a nervous look, making him chuckle once again before turning around and walking back. "Try not to kill 'er" Soap spoke before walking back inside.

- You certainly learned your lesson that night, hiding your face that burned bright red as you left the back seat, Simon of course delighted in your torture as you both went back inside to sit back at the table, getting to take in all the knowing grins from his friends as they all teased you for the rest of the night. To Simon's standards of course, he'd never let anyone take it too far. ❤️

[bruh-changbin]

sweet tooth

pairing: park jay x waitress!afab reader

genre: smut, minimal fluff (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), public sex, creampie, finger sucking, minimal food play, lots of mentions of food, brief mention of male masturbation, jongseong is kind of a big desperate loser, lmk if i’m missing anything

word count: 6.7k

a/n: writing this killed me idk why it took fucking forever dawg. but hey, i’m finally giving you all an enha fic without a depressing ending!!! here’s a fun drinking game to play while you read this: take a shot every time jay says a variation of ‘uhhh’ (you will die) ALSOOOO this is for my bae’s @k-ingzo @lix-ables thank you guys for hyping me up to write this bc if you didn’t I’m 90% sure I would’ve scrapped it 😻 LOVE YAAAAA

waiting. 

the most painful game one can be subjected to.

seconds stretch into minutes stretch into hours and soon enough the whole concept of time is but a mere social construct that holds no real value. 

surely his coffee’s gone cold by now. 

the view from the window to his right has progressed from one filled with gold, yellow and orange to one filled with blue, black, and indigo. one by one the neon signs of nearby businesses have flickered on to attract the nighttime crowd. 

he tries to ignore the way his heart is sinking in his chest, much like the way he himself is sinking deeper and deeper into the red vinyl cushion of the booth he’s seated in. the overhead speakers have been blaring elvis for the past half hour and he wants to scream and smash a plate on the floor in frustration. if they play hound dog one more time i swear i’m gonna-

jennifer. 20. single. 2.3 km away. her bio read: only swipe right if you like puppies!!!!!

he does like puppies and found her to be quite pretty, so he did as he was instructed. his heart did a small flip in his chest when his phone screen lit up reading ‘it’s a match!’. he got to talking to her and things were going smoothly. well, at least he thought they were. now he’s alone in a booth constantly refreshing their online chat with some sliver of hope that she may still be coming. the same three messages stare back at him:

[5:17 pm] jay : hey! I got here a bit early so i’m just waiting in the car. let me know when you get here and we’ll go in together.

[6:03 pm] jay: it started getting busy so i snagged us a booth, i hope that’s ok… anyways, i’ll see you soon.

[6:49 pm] jay: hello?

whatever, her loss. fuck dating apps.

and fuck jake sim for making him sign up for one.

maybe tinder just isn’t for him. maybe he needs to find love the old fashion way: bumping into someone on the street; locking eyes across a crowded room; both of you reaching for the last bottle of wine at the grocery store and then just insisting that the other takes it. you know, the kind of shit you see in movies.

the only thing is he’s tried the old fashion way for years to no avail, with tinder being his last resort. things like these take time, he tries to remind himself. you can’t rush love, that’s the magic of it!

but now, seated in a booth at an obnoxiously retro themed diner with his head hung low, he has lost all faith in love. he picks up the porcelain mug to his right and downs the dark liquid; cold, just like his heart. 

he should just leave. i mean it’s obvious at this point that he’s been stood up so he should just head home where the teasing and nagging from jake that will bruise his ego even more is iminent. there comes a time in life where one must accept defeat and move on with-

“would you like a top up, sir?”

a sudden interjection from a saccharine voice to his left is what pulls him out of his trance of self pity. woah, hello you. 

it’s been a long time since he’s been rendered speechless, but you do that to him. you, looking like someone who should be on the cover of a magazine as opposed to serving coffee in a diner. a white button down hugs your torso in all the right ways and he’s envious of the red apron that’s tightly wrapped around your waist because that should be him. the blue ballpoint pen tucked behind your ear somehow makes you 10x more attractive and he can feel his throat close up at the sight of you. 

your skin looks smooth and your lips look plump and thank fuck jessica bailed on him because now all he can think about is bending you over this very table and fucking you raw. top up? more like top me, please!

the glint of the gold name tag pinned onto your shirt catches his eye and he reads it: y/n. pretty.

he notices your eyes shifting around anxiously and reality comes crashing down on him. stop drooling over her tits and answer the question you perv. focus!

“i u-uhhh yes, uh yes please that’d be great,” he stutters out embarrassingly, prompting you to bend over and refill his mug with steaming hot coffee from a pot that you hold with a perfectly manicured hand. 

“can i get you anything else while you…” your eyes dart to the empty seat across from where he’s seated, “wait?”

god this is so embarrassing. now the cute waitress thinks he’s a fucking loser who got stood up (that is exactly what happened). could this day get any worse? he was just about to leave, spare himself from more agony when you waltzed into his life and made his brain a complicated, frazzled mess. 

“uhmm no that’s ok,” he’s trying very hard not to trip over the simplest of words, “just the bill would be great.”

you nod, about to turn around and head over to the register when jay speaks up again in an attempt to preserve his image. 

“it was supposed to be a-a work meeting,” he starts while motioning to the still empty spot across from him, “but my uh….. business partner… couldn’t make it, so..”

he’s lying. you know he’s lying. someone waiting for their ‘business partner’ to show up wouldn’t be checking their phone every 1-3 minutes while intermittently wiping their clammy palms on their slacks every time the doorbell jingles and a new customer enters.

but he doesn’t need to know that, so you paint on an understanding smile before heading over to the diner counter, sparing him one final glance over your shoulder.

it’s a sad sight to see; a handsome boy patiently waiting for someone who’s clearly not going to show up. so you bring him a slice of red velvet cake dolled up with cream cheese icing and waive the two cups of coffee that were tacked onto his bill for the evening.

“it’s on the house,” you practically whisper into his ear while placing a comforting hand on his sturdy shoulder.

“oh!” his voice cracks, “t-thank you so much i-” he calls, but you’re already walking away to assist another table.

his hand instinctively reaches to where yours was placed on his shoulder only moments ago. he could sense the warmth radiating from your palm, feel the stray hairs of your bangs tickle his ear, smell the artificial strawberry scent of your lip gloss. 

either someone decided to crank the heat up in the diner or he’s becoming extremely flustered (it’s the second one). he scoffs down the cake you left him with flushed cheeks and tight pants, visions of himself prying your legs open and indulging in something sweeter plaguing his mind. 

with a hefty sigh he throws on his coat before making his way out of the diner and into his car that’s parked right out front. from behind his windshield he watches as you greet a group of other customers before turning his keys in the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot.

he doesn’t even make it home before he’s pulling into an empty parking lot and jerking himself to the thought of you and your work uniform and your glossed lips.

covet. desire. yearn for. crave.

all very real tertiary emotions that park jay would use to describe his current feelings towards you - a server who he spoke to for two minutes max and now can’t seem to move on from.

unsurprisingly, jake teased the fuck out of him for getting stood up in the way that friends do. but he doesn’t know that jay views his failed date as a complete success. 

albeit he is still mildly salty over the fact that he got stood up, all negativity is washed from his brain the moment he pulls into the familiar parking lot in front of the familiar diner and he feels the familiar pitter patter of his heart quickening its pace from behind his ribcage. 

he tried to hold off on returning the literal day after he was just there, he really did, but he simply couldn’t bear it. the urge to see you, to observe you interacting with other patrons to know if you’re nice to everyone or if he got special treatment is too strong to ignore. it’s for science! he assures himself.

the dulcet jingle of the bell as he opens the door to the diner rings in his ears, and he waits to be seated. the hostess that shows him to a booth similar to the one he was in yesterday is pretty, but she’s not you. only then does jay realize that the possibility of you not having been scheduled to work today is very real. this is only worsened by the fact that he decided to come in the late morning today as opposed to the evening like yesterday. stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

while feeling like a complete and utter idiot he decides to get to work, whipping out his journal, writing utensils and laptop for the sake of not looking like a weirdo. what kind of person goes to a diner and just…. sits there. he’s gotta keep up a facade. 

things are starting to look grim for jay as he sits and works and waits for the object of his desire to appear in front of him. while the retro cat clock on the wall continues its relentless ticking he attempts to swallow down his dismay. 

alas, the universe must be on his side after all for soon enough he catches a glimpse of you through his peripherals. yes! you seem to be a little frazzled, gnawing on the inside of your cheek before grabbing a mop to clean up the chocolate milk that a toddler has decided to decorate the floor with; your shift must have just started. 

he keeps his head hung low while intermittently scribbling in his journal or scrolling on his laptop, opting to steal an occasional glance as you assist a plethora of other patrons. the coffee he was served upon his arrival is starting to go tepid, much like yesterday, and he’s practically praying you’ll soon stride over and ask if he needs a top up. 

“more coffee…” you pause briefly, “jay?”

hold up, how’d you learn his name? 

his brow quirks upwards in confusion and with your hand - the one that’s not holding a boiling pot of coffee - you point to his leather bound journal that’s splayed across the table, opened to the first page. property of park jay is scrawled across the top in his sloppy handwriting akin to that of a first graders. he’s surprised you can even distinguish what it says to be completely honest. 

“ahhh,” he remarks in understanding, smiling ever so slightly because hey, now you know each others names. that’s a step in the right direction.

“were you looking to order something? you know, other than black coffee.”

as if on cue his stomach growls (luckily quietly enough for you to not pick up on it) and he fumbles for the plastic covered menu to his right that slips and slides in his sweaty grasp. 

“i would love to but uhh, i’m not sure what i’m in the mood for… what do you recommend?”

you roll his question around in your head for a moment, “were you thinking sweet or savoury? or if you want both, we make a pretty mean monte cristo.”

at this point if you told jay to walk off a cliff he would do it, so he orders your recommendation without hesitation.

“good call,” you purr before waltzing away from his booth and into the kitchen, leaving jay to erupt in a fit of goosebumps on his own. 

while he waits he busies himself with reading an article on his laptop, getting halfway through before realizing he hasn’t actually been taking any information in the entire time. but can you blame him? his brain is… preoccupied with other thoughts. 

soon enough you’re striding back over to where he’s seated, placing a steaming monte cristo with so much confectioner's sugar on top it looks as if there’s been a mini avalanche in front of him. he thanks you and is about to dig in before he realizes you aren’t leaving. 

“is your business partner coming today?”

…what?

“my business partner? i don’t- OH! fuck, uh y-yes my business partner right! uh no, no he’s not coming today. i usually come here to work on my own though.”

for a moment he forgot about the blatant lie he spilled to you the last time he was here to save face, but he thinks he saved himself with that last bit. 

a playful yet triumphant smirk makes its way onto your face, “that’s funny, i’ve never seen you here before yesterday.”

his eyes widen and his palms become impossibly sweaty. caught in a lie, great.

before he can come up with a witty response you just shoot him a knowing look as you walk away from the booth he’s seated in, your strawberry body spray wafting behind you and infiltrating his senses, rendering him immobile. 

ugh how you make his teeth ache! he longs to douse you in syrup and powdered sugar, drag his hot tongue across your skin as you squirm and twist in pleasure underneath him. he’s sure you’d be sweet enough to give him a cavity. he finishes his monte cristo with gusto and attempts to do more work on his laptop but finds his brain to be far too frazzled to do so.

when he decides to call it quits, he leaves you a hefty tip before driving home with the taste of sugar coating his lips and the inside of his mouth.

over the span of a few weeks the two of you become accustomed to a game similar to the likes of cat and mouse.

he shows up to the diner in the late morning/early afternoon and prays that you’re scheduled for a shift; you usually are. through the course of a few hours jay manages to get minimal amounts of work done while you check on him occasionally, offering your opinions on different menu items and then placing a hand on his shoulder with a laugh when he trips over his words. 

he’s sure you can sense the tension as well, but in case you can’t he keeps his thoughts to himself. you could just be doing your job for all he knows. 

nevertheless, it feels as if all aspects of jay’s life now revolve around you. when he falls asleep at night you’re the last thing on his mind and when he wakes up you’re the first. when he gets himself off he has to think of you or else he won’t feel satisfied, and he can only hope and pray that one day he’ll be able to feel your body against his, the warmth radiating from your body making him feel like a cake in an oven. 

sure he’d love to take you out, shower you with gifts and spoil you by taking you to expensive places that would surely break the bank, but he just can’t seem to push away all of the hardly appropriate thoughts and feelings he harbours towards you. it’s becoming quite an issue, honestly.

he thinks of popping the buttons on your blouse open one by one before diving in, scattering bite marks and bruises across your tits and neck and collarbones as you writhe and plead underneath him. i need more jay, please give it to me…

god you would sound so perfect.

his fantasies don’t stop there though; they never do. he can’t help himself from imagining what it'd be like to reach up your skirt and peel your panties down your legs as if they’re strands of red licorice. he’d go so slow, taunting and teasing you before slipping himself inside of you and feeling your cunt suck him in as if you crave him like oxygen. 

you smell of strawberries and he’s sure you taste like them too. the stripper red polish on your nails would pair so well with the scratches he’s sure you’d leave across the expanse of his back and shoulders. he longs to dig his teeth into your plush thighs like they’re mochi, snapping a picture of his bite mark embedded in your perfect skin to save for later use. 

down bad is an understatement when it comes to jay’s desire for you. infatuation is more like it.

today starts off like every other day. the smell of burnt coffee is what pulls him from his slumbers, and the clock on his bedside table tells him he managed to sleep in until one in the afternoon. when he trudges into the kitchen he sees his roommate and friend jake, who likely also just woke up and still doesn’t understand how to properly operate a coffee machine, staring at his phone. 

it’s then that jake reminds him of the plans they made to spend the afternoon at their friends house playing video games before grabbing takeout for dinner. jay curses his past self for agreeing to these dumb plans with his dumb friends since he was planning on heading to the diner today to marvel at his favourite waitress! oh well, he can still head over for an hour and a half at most before he has to return and uphold the prior promise he made. 

he turns down jake’s offer of a cup of coffee and, after a quick shower, he’s flying out the door.

when he finally makes it to the place where he spends most of his days now he doesn’t even wait to be seated, just slips into the same booth as always and waits for you. the little ritual the two of you have fallen into now so ingrained into his brain he can’t imagine straying from it. alas, it’s decently busy today so he busies himself by scrolling through his instagram feed while waiting for you to grace him with your presence.

when you finally appear in front of him you don’t say anything, just shoot him your usual friendly smile while precariously placing a napkin and mug of black coffee in front of him before leaving as quickly as you came. this sends jay into an emotional spiral. oh god, did i do something wrong? he ponders to himself, brows furrowed as he tries to remember everything he said to you during your last interaction that could have potentially been misconstrued.

only then does he notice the blue ink poking out from the napkin tucked underneath his steaming mug of coffee. with shaky hands he pulls it out and reads the short message written in your refined penmanship:

my shift is done at 10:00 pm.

wait for me? :)

y/n

and just below your neat scrawl he can make out a sticky lip gloss print, a faint hint of the fake strawberry scent that plagues his mind day and night still lingering. 

in this moment he should be happy, ecstatic, victorious even! his constant and obsequious devotion to you has not gone unnoticed, and at long last he’ll be alone with you in a place that doesn’t have checkered tile floors and posters of pin ups on every square inch of the teal coloured walls. but no, all he feels is embarrassment.

embarrassment because he was too much of a wiener to actually do something so you felt the need to take matters into your own hands. and embarrassment because your little napkin love letter signed off with your glossy kiss is making him excruciatingly horny. it’s like he’s in highschool all over again - yikes. 

he glances at the face of the silver watch that he scarcely takes off, the leather wrist strap now feeling uncomfortably tight considering his recent spike in blood pressure. with some reluctance he decides to leave early, tucking your napkin note into his pocket before driving home while barely focusing on the road and cars in front of him.

the hangout with jake and the rest of his friends is excruciating as expected. time seems to both fly by and drag on simultaneously, and he watches the hands on his watch tick down the hours, minutes, seconds until he can finally be with you - alone. when jake finally throws the towel in jay all but runs out of the door, speeding down the now far emptier city streets before pulling into the dining parking lot and waiting (he’s 23 minutes early).

with every passing minute his heart rate quickens and, when the time reads 10:06 pm, he thinks he’s going to faint when he sees you exit your place of work and scan the parking lot briefly before making your way over to his car. the sound of his passenger side door opening feels far off as he tries to make sense of the fact that you are about to be in his car, right beside him. what the fuck.

“hi.”

“hi.”

“i like your car.”

“oh, you do?”

“yep. it suits you.”

“really?”

you only nod at this, flashing him a subtle grin before flipping down the sun visor in front of you to tidy up your appearance after a long and tiring shift (he still thinks you look pretty). it feels as if his fingers aren’t his own as he fiddles with the radio while gazing at you through his peripherals, watching as you rub the smudged mascara from underneath your eyes before applying a final coat of the lip gloss that he loves oh so much. how on earth is he going to last longer than 5 minutes without falling at your feet?

“sooo what do you wanna do?” jay questions, unsure if his eagerness to hear your response is because he’s genuinely curious or because he just likes the sound of your voice.

“you choose, take me anywhere,” you offer with a smile, “surprise me!”

“okay!” he responds, narrowly escaping a voice crack as he shifts his car into reverse.. he has just the place in mind. 

the drive is somewhat of a lengthy one, although you don’t seem to mind. it’s warm enough to have the windows down, and jay greedily gulps down deep breaths of the fresh night air. from your spot in the passenger seat you ramble about your day at the diner, complaining about an old man who held the ketchup bottle the wrong way and promptly squirted it all over you when you came to ask how he was doing. despite all, you still manage to have a positive attitude. 

soon enough he’s pulling off of the main road into an opening surrounded by woods, killing the engine and the car lights and opting to bask in the natural glow of the night sky. 

“wow jay, way to be subtle.”

“what!!?”

“what do you mean what? you bring me to the city’s unofficial official makeout spot and expect me to not be skeptical?”

fuck. for the entirety of the drive over he was hoping that you wouldn’t know about the promiscuous reputation this spot has garnered over the years. he can’t give up this quickly though, he must play innocent!

“i- woahh, is that what this place is? i genuinely had no idea i just-”

“shut it jay, the first thing i noticed about you was that you’re a terrible liar.”

you’ve got him there, deception is not his strong suit. he’s about to explain himself when he notices you unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of his car, prompting him to do the same.

“i just thought it would be a nice, secluded space where we could talk and hang out… nothing more.”

silence settles over the two of you and, upon noting jay’s queasy expression, you decide to indulge yourself and tease him (just a little bit).

“what are you trying to say?” you bat your eyelashes and fake being in thought, “that you don’t wanna fuck me on the hood of your car?”

he chokes on his saliva. 

“w-what i’m trying to say is that i’m a uhhhh gentleman. i’m a gentleman.”

yeah right, you think to yourself. a gentleman and a major fucking hypocrite. 

“okay jay, if you’re such a gentleman then why do you have a raging hard-on from literally just talking to me?”

in the pale moonlight you see his eyes widen before he scrambles to cover his crotch, not doing much to conceal his erection that’s straining against his slacks. 

“oh god i’m so sorry i can explain uhh-”

“i’m just fucking with you,” you taunt before petting his hair affectionately, attempting to quieten your giggles while jay plasters on a fake smile even though he looks like he’s about to puke. in an attempt to garner the little composure he has left he turns away from you, the cool night air soothing his heated cheeks. 

from where he’s standing he’s granted an overarching view of the city he calls home. against the nighttime sky he can decipher the suburbs, the downtown area, the cafe district. upon each building there’s a small rectangle filled with yellow or white light, windows in which individual people are carrying out their individual lives; it makes everything seem so… miniscule. i mean, aside from you, nobody even knows he’s up here - and he’s still trying to decipher if that’s a good thing or not, seeing as tonight all he’s done is embarrass himself. 

when he looks back you’re leaning against the hood of his car, your arms folded across your chest which sequentially shoves your tits together in a way that makes him wanna plunge his face in between them and give you a good old fashioned motorboat. 

his thoughts are cut off when you speak up.

 “i brought you something,” you announce before turning and opening the passenger side door of jay’s car, trifling around in your before before pulling something out and heading back to where you were standing before, leaning against the hood of his car. in your hands is a toppled over piece of red velvet cake protected by a clear plastic takeout container coupled with two disposable forks. 

“sorry it’s kinda smushed…. i forgot about it.”

“no, that’s ok!” jay thinks you shouldn’t have to apologize for anything ever, “thank you.”

with a crisp pop you open up the container, moving it to sit in between the two of you before passing jay one of the flimsy plastic forks. he lets you take the first bite, stating that after a long shift you need to get your blood sugar back up. you laugh before complying, watching as jay takes a bite right after you do, his eyes rolling back as all of the sweet, rich flavours dance across his taste buds. despite the piece of cake not being in the best condition, it still tastes like heaven.

jay’s caught off guard when your hand suddenly swoops in just as he’s about to spear another piece of cake with his fork, collecting a dollop of icing on one of your nails. he should’ve seen it coming when you reach up and wipe it on the tip of his nose with a playful laugh.

“wow y/n, so original,” he sneers while wiping the cream cheese icing on his nose onto the back of his hand. 

he attempts to do the same to you, dipping his finger in the thick frosting before moving to wipe it on the tip of your nose, but you suddenly latch onto his wrist. he watches with hungry eyes and an erratic pulse as your tongue comes in contact with his knuckle, licking all the way up to his icing-coated fingertip before taking his digit inside your mouth. the thick muscle of your tongue wraps around his finger, sucking away the sweetness before you pull yourself off of him. a faint pink ring of lip gloss on the base of his knuckle now present. 

fuck me.

not a single word is exchanged before jay pushes himself onto you, prompting you to lean back against the hood of his car that’s still slightly warm. with your body weight resting on your elbows and your legs spreading to accommodate jay’s torso, you finally let him taste you. 

your lips are soft and warm like a pastry fresh out of the oven, and when he pulls away he heaves a heavenly sigh filled with pleasure and contentment and thank fuck this is finally happening. it’s not long before you’re pressing your lips to jay’s again, one of your hands moving up to caress the shell of his ear before resting against his face.

you can feel his jaw move against your palm when he opens his mouth and drags his tongue across your sugar coated lips, inducing you to do the same. when his tongue pushes past your teeth and brushes against yours you groan in pleasure, the fingers previously gracing his face dipping down to undo several buttons of your work shirt. with his lips against yours and his tongue down your throat you can feel him giving into you, as if you’re a delectable piece of his favourite candy and he has a raging sweet tooth. 

when jay pulls himself off of you you think you might just cry. luckily you don’t go without his touch for long, for when you open your eyes you watch him dip two fingers into the frosting on top of the forgotten slice of cake before smearing it across the exposed flesh of your tits and down your sternum. he promptly shoves the two frosting coating fingers into your gaping mouth, gazing at you with heart eyes as you suck them clean. 

only then does he dip his head down, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of your right breast before licking the stripe of icing off with one broad swipe of his tongue. he gives your other breast the same treatment before giving it teasing nips and kisses, using his tongue to soothe the pinch of his canines. 

once he licks the rest of the frosting from your sternum he continues his descent, not stopping until the insides of your thighs are brushing against his pierced ears. in one swift movement he flips your skirt upwards, your pretty panties with a subtle wet patch now on display for him and only him.

not being able to resist seeing your bare cunt in all of its glory, jay eagerly digs two fingers into the waistband before dragging the fabric down your legs. your lacy pink thong gets all twisted and tangled around your ankles as jay struggles to pull it off, eventually managing to get it around your sneakers before tucking it into his pocket for safe keeping. 

he feels his pants grow impossibly tights as he stares at you on the hood of your car with your legs spread, quite literally something that could’ve been torn right out of a playboy. without missing a beat jay dives into you, flattening his thick tongue and licking you like he would a dripping ice cream cone. it catches you by surprise and you instinctively tangle your fingers in his ebony tresses, a needy moan making its way past your lips and into the air. jay uses the tip of his tongue to explore your needy pussy, lapping up your juices and revelling in the taste on his tongue. i could die like this he thinks, and he digs his blunt nails into your thighs while shoving his head impossibly deeper. 

it’s somewhat sloppy, but what he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm. it feels like he’s practically making out with your cunt and you can’t help yourself from tugging on his hair in approval. the groans he emits in response have you shuddering, the vibrations causing your legs to shake and tremble as you struggle to keep them pried open. in your lower abdomen you can feel the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to brew.

this sensation only doubles when jay shifts his focus to your clit, sucking on and toying with it like it’s a sugar-covered gumdrop. his actions have you arching your back off of the hood of his car, eyes squeezing shut as you cry and plead, “p-please don’t stop jay… never stop.”

your pleas boost jay’s ego to the max and he eats you out with unrestrained passion, alternating between sucking your clit and tonguing your hole until you finish all over his mouth with a canorous cry that reverberates between his ears. he hopes to never forget that sound.

with reluctance he pulls himself off of your sweet pussy, having to push your legs apart slightly to free himself from the way they were clenching around his head. he stares at you in awe as you bask in the post-orgasm sensation, mouth agape and chest heaving faintly. your eyes, when you finally pry them open, are slightly glassy and it looks like it takes you a second to come back to earth. 

your grip on jay’s hair loosened but you never fully let go, and soon enough he feels you tugging at his roots in an attempt to get him to hover over you once again. without hesitation you press your lips to his once again, tasting yourself in and on his mouth as you kiss him until you can’t breathe. 

his curious hands never stay resting in one spot on your body for longer than a second before he’s exploring somewhere else, his mouth making a path from your lips down to your jaw and neck. the tips of his fingers finally stop when they reach your hips, gripping onto your and flipping you over so your chest is against jay’s car and your ass is up in the air. 

he can’t help himself from ogling at your perfect form all splayed out for him. the curve of your ass is to die for and jay starts subconsciously unbuckling his belt, easing the strain of his pants against his painfully hard dick. 

from your spot on top of the car you begin to grow impatient. your tits are smushed and your neck is craned and even though you just came you’re already ready for another one if it means you get to feel jay filling you up like a cream puff. luckily, you soon feel the tip of jay’s cock dragging through your folds, your still-sensitive clit throbbing slightly when he bumps into it. the sound of jay spitting into his palm joins that of the crickets and your erratic breathing, soon replaced by his sighs of delight as he strokes his cock with his spit covered hand to help lube it up. 

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when you finally feel him prod your entrance with his tip, although you can sense some hesitancy. it’s not surprising when the silence is broken by jay asking: “...are you ready?”

he feels his chest tighten when you make a noise of approval followed by a meek nod, your starry eyes glancing back at him as much as you can in this particular position. with a hefty exhale he nods back before slowly starting to sink into you, a low groan making its way out of his chest as he pushes deeper and deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. 

once fully inside of you he remains stagnant for a moment, needing to adjust to how incredibly warm and tight you feel if he wants to last longer than three seconds. soon enough he feels he’s garnered enough collectedness to start moving, so he does. 

his movements are small, almost timid at first. like he’s testing the waters, garnering enough confidence to go harder, faster. your hushed whimpers of pleasure ring in his ears and he teasingly rolls his hips in an attempt to have you feel him impossibly deeper inside of you. 

“j-jay!” you cry when he seemingly bumps your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the muscles of your waist tensing up when he does. wanting to provide you as much pleasure as possible he continues his ministrations, not altering them in any way out of fear of doing something wrong. 

jay feels his stomach start to seize up as a pleasurable burn takes hold in his lower stomach, his vision blurring slightly at the edges as he shifts between groaning aloud and biting his lip so hard he’s worried he’ll break the skin and draw blood. with exercised caution he picks up the pace, ensuring that in this moment you’re still feeling as good as he is. 

his cock slips in and out of your desperate, dripping hole with ease, your hips banging against the unyielding metal hood of his car with each and every thrust. it’s hardly comfortable, but at this moment in time you think you’d rather die than have jay stop - so you persevere. 

“god you’re so good jay, so fucking big,” you praise as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching steadily. most of your limbs have started to go numb from the position you’re in yet you can feel each and every nerve end slowly begin to burn up, to bring you closer and closer to release. when jay reaches down to toy with your aching clit, you’re done for. 

the slight ache from the way your cunt is stretched around his cock adds to the jolting sensations that come every time he bumps your clit has you so close, so close you can taste the sweet promise of an orgasm dancing on the tip of your tongue. jay feels it too, for he throws all inhibitions to the wind and fucks you from behind with no restraint. 

he can feel his release creep up his spine and spread through all of his limbs until it’s all he can see, taste, and feel. groans continue to spill past his lips as white hot light floods his senses and a blinding orgasm washes over him, which is only strengthened by the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock as you finish underneath him. he cums inside of your wanting cunt, filling it up to the brim before collapsing on top of you with a grunt. 

seconds turn into minutes and the two of you remain in place, breaths and pulses struggling to return to normal as you come down from an intense high. jay can feel his shirt clinging to his sweaty back, and he scrambles off of you when he realizes he was quite literally resting all of his weight on you.

with a helping hand he helps you sit up, chuckling slightly when your knees turn to jello when you try to stand up. so, you opt to stay seated on the hood of jay’s car for just a few more moments, patting the spot beside you to get him to sit down. you’re sure you look like a mess, but jay gazes at you with something that can only be described as awe.

smitten. captivated. enraptured. allured. 

the pale light of the moon casts a heavenly glow across your face, and he kisses your lips like they’re covered in strawberry syrup. 

a/n: tumblr’s editing system is the biggest piece of garbage i am so sorry if there are any weird glitches or anything but i am literally seconds away from whipping my laptop at the wall out of frustration as i edit this so pls lmk if anything looks weird when this posts lawl thank you

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Entry 25: Some for the Chef

(No visual aid; Z is very tired)

Bearblr Promptober Day 25: Size Kink (sub: Praise Kink(?))

Summary: Carmy finally figures out the duck with apple pairing for the next month's menu, and his girlfriend (who he calls Darling) has some complements to offer him. Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, comfort, finger-sucking, Fem reader who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns, does this count as a praise kink? Oh well (1162 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.

25 Oct 2024

I don’t know how to take complements.

I get weird about it, okay? World spends enough time beating you up for shit, then—what?—someone just says something nice about you? The fuck am I supposed to do with that? Where’s the insult? Where’s the backhand?

It’s worse when it’s something I have no say over. Like since getting the fuck out of that house, I’ve gotten maybe 40 or 50 complements on my eyes. I get it, they’re huge (kind of creepy, honestly, why do people like them?), electric blue—almost an unnatural blue, but my eyelashes fall off into my eyes constantly because they can’t do their fucking job, I’ve had dark circles since I was ten, my eyebrows give up at the halfway point, I have that annoying little mole right under my eye, and if they don’t look cadaverous, they look irritated from all the shit in the kitchen or straight up fucking psycho.

I didn’t make them. I didn’t have any input into my stupid fucking owl eyes. Stop fucking complementing me on them.

“Oh my God, this is amazing,” Darling mumbled, grabbing the knife to get another slice of duck breast.

My back killed something fierce, but the pain momentarily vanished. My face hurt, I was smiling so broadly. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm! Fuck me.” She hadn’t even finished chewing her bite and was already cutting another. “Carmy, baby, this is so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Food? Food I could take a complement on. That felt like a complement, like a recognition of the effort I put into learning this craft. I’d been working on this duck with apple pairing for well over 2 weeks. I needed it by the next morning. It was my last real shot to get it right, and in a spurt of anxious energy, I got home from service with a haul of groceries and got right to trying the next iteration. It kept getting too sweet, like candied ham—only candied duck breast, which wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t right. I wanted more of the gamey notes from the duck breast, that slight metallic aftertaste. Didn’t want it getting drowned by apple.

“Woah, woah there; leave some for the chef to try,” I said, rifling through the drawer for another fork.

“No, no, come here, sweetheart.”

She hooked my chin, brought the morsel of duck to my mouth. I did expect it to taste good—fuck me, it was perfect, moist, tender, savory, gamey, sweet, tart, rich but still fresh—but the abrupt sinking heat in the pit of my stomach, that burner-like flame that sparked to life when I met her adoring expression as she fed me the bite of food? That. That caught me by surprise.

She looked proud of me. Sure, I was still getting used to her saying it to me (it still felt weird as hell but also fulfilling whenever she said it. Or when Sugar said it. Wait, has she been talking to Sugar? Have they been coordinating?), but seeing it on her face, those little crinkles in the corners of her eyes when she smiled, that cute little head tilt—it fucking sent me. My face went hot like it did when I first talked to her, I got dizzy for a moment. My heart slammed into my ribs. I wanted to see that face again, her being proud of me. Maybe it says a lot about the shitty fucking life I’ve had, but I would chase that feeling, the flighty, floaty feeling I got when Darling looked proud of me to the ends of the Earth if I had to. I need it. I need it like I need water to live.

Joy? Is this what joy feels like?

“It could be the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” she murmured. She put the fork down, then picked it up, then put it back down.

It might be the second-best thing I’ve ever eaten. “Yeah. Yeah, the splash of apple cider in the duck stock when making the demi-glace was the last thing.”

Oh, and then the tension left. I didn’t realize how much being stuck on the last item for the menu change was weighing on me until the stress winding me tight as a pulled bowstring snapped, and I plopped into the nearest dinner chair. In an instant, my entire body felt heavy. It could’ve been made of lead. My eyes refused to stay open, stung like I got pepper in them, my temples throbbed, my hands ached from holding the knives and from washing them so many times. My back hurt so bad that I’m pretty sure I groaned in pain. My shoulders ached, the space between my shoulder blades and my spine prickled with pain, my ankles hurt. Why did my ankles hurt? And why was my face even hotter? Was I about to have a panic attack?

Darling nudged my knees apart and nestled herself between them, wove her hands in my hair, brought my cheek to her chest.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she whispered.

I tried coiling my arms around her, but my hands barely made it to her thighs. “Hi.”

“Aw, did you run out of power?” she cooed.

“Mmm. I’ve been up since 4.”

“I know.” She worked her fingers in circles over my scalp, setting off goosebumps. Cool. Mercifully cool. “I woke up because I got cold.”

I found the strength to pull her in, nuzzle into her sweater, and inhale her scent. “’m sorry, baby girl. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Can you look at me?” she whispered.

Yes. Yes, anything, of course.

I peered up at her.

She traced her thumb along my cheekbone. “I’m never going to get over how blue your eyes are, pretty boy.”

I take back what I said about complements. Please, say it again. Please. Please, tell me what else you like. Call me pretty boy again. She brushed some of my hair off my forehead, cupped my face, and—I don’t know what came over me, okay, fuck off—I slid her hand down and sucked her thumb into my mouth. I just needed something, some kind of sensation, something to focus on as the noise of the day disengaged. Quieting down was still hard for me—maybe it’d be hard for my entire life—but fucking hell, I just needed something to trace with my tongue. It set off this hot, fuzzy feeling in my core, the inverse of a panic attack, that tightness I got when she moaned my name. No, no, it was that feeling I got when she made that high-pitched whine right before she tumbled into an orgasm. That deeply sated, yet still-somehow-starved brimstone that landed in the pit of my stomach as if dropped from the sky.

She cooed, kissed the top of my head. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?”

I’m thinking about making you whine for me, pretty girl. How’s that sound?

[bagopucks]

T. Zegras - Getcha Back

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

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Word Count: 2.2k

Warning(s): General angst

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The tenth time in a week. The tenth time.

“A Romantic Night In Anaheim”

Trevor Zegras spotted out with blonde model. Certainly not his girlfriend, but maybe more his type?

“I’m so fucking sick!” Trevor hadn’t cheated on me. We already clarified that with one another, but I couldn’t don’t do it any more. I was so sick of hearing people talking about Trevor and other girls. I was supposed to be his girl. Not every blonde bimbo that hung off of him in every photo he took.

My heart was physically pained by the decision to leave, but I knew it was going to help me in the end. It would be far more beneficial than sticking around.

“It’s not my fault!”

“I don’t care, Trevor!” I was exhausted. Completely exhausted with my situation. “I don’t care that it’s not your fault! I don’t care that you’re not to blame! I don’t care! What I care about, is constantly being compared to people! Constantly feeling like I have to fight for you! To compete for you! With girls that you don’t even fucking know!”

“That doesn’t mean you have to leave! You can’t just leave!” Trevor was helpless. We were both helpless. He was crying, I was sobbing. We didn’t know how to handle our situation, and in stead of figuring it out together, I simply chose to leave. I chose to take the easy way out.

“I can, Trevor. I can. And I am.”

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It had been weeks. I couldn’t exactly avoid Trevor, seeing as I worked at the arena in one of the offices, but I also had a lock on the door that I found beneficial. Despite the fact that at times, guys would stop in and see me after getting out of other meetings.

I was restless for the first week without Trevor. I could barely sleep, I cried through the days and often felt numb in the evenings. Then I’d fall asleep during my lunch hours at work and occasionally when I didn’t have much work to be done during my time at the arena.

Nobody talked to me about Trevor. I didn’t know how he was doing, but I could only assume he was as miserable as I was. Or maybe he’d already moved on.

Certain players would ask how I was doing or what I was up to. Jamie stopped in one day to ask if I was seeing anybody. I didn’t question his motive before answering. It was Jamie after all.

Perhaps I should have questioned his motive. Because if I knew he was asking for Trevor, I wouldn’t have been sitting at my desk with a huge bouquet of flowers in front of my computer. And a sweetly written note on them about how much Trevor missed me.

“Ooh la la,” a sing song voice called from my doorway. My head snapped up to look at the secretary, Gen, as she stepped into my office. “Who’s sending you flowers?”

I was swift to pull the tag off the vase, tucking it under my thigh.

“Nobody important. Just someone trying to get into my pants.” I lied with a shrug. I slowly moved the vase aside.

“Must be some extensive lengths they’re going to. You’re all the rage in Anaheim.”

“I wish,” I scoffed out. Maybe then I wouldn’t have been so hung up on Trevor still.

I loved him. I feared I always would. Leaving him had been hard, and working in the same building was even harder. But still being in love with him after everything was the worst.

“You should see it through. The guy might be looking for more than just what’s in your pants.” She suggested, smiling from ear to ear. “I just came in to let you know we’re getting off early today. Supposed to be severe thunder storms.” I was quick to nod at her words before she left. I stuffed the tag in a bottom drawer of my desk and left it. I assumed it would be the only one.

It certainly wasn’t.

Less than three days later, I had a box of chocolates on my desk with another tag. Another apology from Trevor that I knew was meaningless. I’m sure Trevor meant it when he said sorry, but he had nothing to say sorry for. I simply couldn’t handle all of the bad publicity on social media. I was sick of it. If anybody should have been apologizing, it was me. But I couldn’t give him an inch, because he’d run with it and end up taking a mile. I needed to be disinterested. I needed to convince him and myself, that I was disinterested.

So I took that tag and tossed it into my desk too. I did eat the chocolate though. It was another week before I heard from Trevor. In the form of Jamie.

He waltzed into my office with a bright smile and two left feet, stumbling right into the leg of the couch I had in my office- hurting himself in the process.

He flushed when I laughed at him, but he was swift to distract me from his own clumsiness.

“Trevor sent me up here to talk to you?”

“Uh uh.” I shook my head, my interest immediately dying. I looked back at my laptop.

“Please?”

“We broke up, Jamie.” I found Trevor’s persistence endearing and frustrating at the same time. I was hurting myself more by denying myself the luxury of him.

I looked down at my computer, continuing my work while Jamie stood there. I assumed he’d leave. I hoped he’d leave. When he didn’t. I looked back up at him.

“Trevor and I broke up, Jamie.” I repeated much more slowly.

“I know but-“

“Close my door on the way out, Drysdale.”

He flinched at the use of his last name, but he left nonetheless.

I was hopeful that I had finally stopped Trevor in his tracks. Hopeful that I could start moving on without being harassed. Until I got a message from one of the secretaries one night. An SOS message, calling me into the office for a piece of missing paperwork I had to send her. I was swift to throw on a sweatshirt and leggings in hopes of looking somewhat decent before I left.

When I got to the arena, I slipped in one of the back doors, and almost had a heart attack when I spotted a figure standing by the elevator in the dark. I jumped and gasped.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” Trevor turned on his phone flashlight, shining it on the floor to light up the area. There were very few lights on. Other than a few over the ice and some in the locker room halls.

“Trevor, oh my god.” I breathed out. Of all people, I never would have expected myself to be relieved to see him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized as he walked closer. I took notice of his abnormal height, and when I looked down I spotted his skates.

“What are you doing here?” I looked back up. Trevor’s hair was a hot mess, and even in the dark, I could see the circles beneath his eyes.

“I was waiting for you.”

My brow furrowed in confusion. “Huh?”

“I asked Gen to text you.. the secretary. I thought you wouldn’t come if I asked.” Trevor’s soft words made me want to rip my own heart out and stomp on it.

I wanted to scream at him. To remind him we broke up. To remind him I wasn’t strong enough to see him. Instead, I nodded slowly.

“What did you need me for?” I couldn’t turn him down. Who knew? It might have been an emergency.

“Can you come skate with me?”

Not an emergency.

“Trevor I didn’t even bring my skates.” I mumbled, somewhat annoyed by this whole situation. Annoyed by my feelings. Annoyed by the fact that my heart was beating obnoxiously fast.

“You left them at our place when you left. I brought them with me.”

I frowned. I couldn’t just tell him no. I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn’t.

“Trevor. I don’t know.” I stared down at the skates, afraid if I looked up at him, I’d give in.

“Please? I’m tired. You know I’m clumsy when I’m tired.”

Impulsively, I looked up at him with a suspicious glare. It was my breaking point.

“A quick skate. A quick one.”

That was against my initial plan. I was supposed to ignore his existence. Forget about him. Stop crying about him. This was the opposite of so many plans I had.

I followed Trevor down the hall and into the locker room, where I found his old book bag that held my skates inside.

“Do you need help?”

“I can manage. I’ll meet you out on the ice.”

I could tell Trevor was anxious about leaving my side, especially when he lingered near the tunnel, looking on the verge of speaking. Eventually though, he left the room.

We were both alone again. And after that small bit of contact, it felt like I was back at square one. Choked up and miserable over losing someone I loved so much.

I pulled the skates out and slipped them on as my vision grew bleary with tears. I tightened the laces, stopping only momentarily to consider leaving.

When did I get to this point? The point of questioning whether or not I wanted to be with Trevor? The question of whether he was worth it or not?

When had I decided he wasn’t worth it? The struggle, tension, sadness?

I finished tying my skates and pulled the guards off before I made my way down the tunnel and out to the ice. The arena was dimly lit, but Trevor still looked good whether it was under a million spotlights or a few low lights.

I stood by the open door, watching Trevor skate lazy circles while he surfed through an app on his phone. It was only when I cleared my throat that he looked up to spot me. He skidded to a stop and waited.

I stepped out onto the ice, finding myself meeting him somewhere near the center. Trevor nervously reached for my hand. I gave him a warning look but I slipped my hand into his own nonetheless. He led me to the edge of the ice to skate along the wall, side by side.

“Did you get my flowers?”

Shit.

“Yeah. They smelled nice.”

“And the chocolates?”

Double shit.

“Yes, Trevor.”

“Did you get my Jamie-gram?” I had to stifle a laugh at that.

“I told him to leave my office,” I admitted guiltily.

“Oh.” I looked up at Trevor, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Trevor, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” If I started, I feared I might never stop.

“Yeah.. I know.” He lifted his head, but he still didn’t look at me.

“Please understand it wasn’t my intention. But everybody was constantly talking about the girls you took pictures with. And these girls- god..” I paused. “When I’m out with you? And they just completely ignore my existence?” I shook my head. “I’m not asking for recognition. That’s not what I want. I just wanted people to respect me.”

Trevor’s head finally turned in my direction.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t fix that.” I shook my head at his words. It was never his fault. I never expected an apology.

“Don’t apologize, T. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you for something you couldn’t have fixed. I should have been harder on myself for letting it get between us.”

Our conversation felt messy and misguided. We were both dancing around a subject we didn’t know how to address.

“It doesn’t have to be between us.” Our eyes met. Could it be that simple? If I just took a step back from everything and stopped listening so much. Maybe it could be fixed.

“After everything I did? After how I walked out?” Trevor cut in front of me, and I bumped right into his body. He reached out to hold me upright.

“Just promise me you’ll open up next time instead of blowing up. Promise me you won’t just walk out.”

The first would take some work, but the second promise I could make with certainty.

I missed Trevor. Every single part of him. Even the parts that annoyed me.

“Trevor, I don’t think I could ever stand the guilt of leaving you that way again.” I spoke softly, my hands slowly resting on his chest before I slid them up to clasp around his shoulders.

“So we’ve solved that problem?” Trevor asked quietly, but hopefully. I nodded, flashing a nervous smile.

“You trust me?” I asked.

“I do. I’ve always trusted you.” I nodded once again at his response.

“Can I kiss you then?” His question made my heart melt.

“Thought you’d never ask, Trev.”

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[seeingstarks]

hips don't lie

summary : having a huge crush on danny, anna encourages you to act on it. his lil' dance being both a blessing & curse. pairing : daniel garcia x afab!reader (ft. anna jay & chris jericho) cw : cursing, teasing, slight babygirl/daddy dynamic, french/kissing, fondling/touching, begging, cockwarming, lap-sitting, fingering, piv (wrap it b4 you tap it), biting, slight praise/ownership kink, scratching a/n: reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a bit but y'know - got in my head n' all. x) word count : 1,626 words tag list : @harmshake , @adamjf , @josiewrites gif credit : @allelitewrestlings

the moment daniel started doing his little dance you were fucked. being enemies ever since signing with all elite, the two of you were constantly bickering with one another but the moment his hips swayed and hands were up in the air you were at a loss for words. luckily, he never seemed to take notice.

staring up at the monitor, you watched silently as the match went on between chris and daniel. a simple house show as the two men battled in the ring.

daniel managed to slip out of the codebreaker, he was known for his swift reflexes so it came to no surprise.

telling others you weren't impressed with the outcome, daniel winning via pinfall however your facial expressions gave it all away.

"woah, you actually know how to smile - and for danny of all people?" anna questioned with a nudge to your shoulder.

rolling your eyes over at the georgia native you shrugged off her playful nudge, "no idea what you're on about -"

anna held back a chuckle and shook her head, "uh-huh tell that to the big ol' smile on your face, y/n. maybe i should call danny boy over here or get photo evidence, hm?"

no matter how much you denied, your lips couldn't help but curl upwards at the mere thought of daniel. he may be a real pain in the ass sometimes but you liked him, a lot.

a few moments passed by as the next match went on for the night, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through tumblr not finding anything that caught your eye, choosing to ignore anna for the time being.

"ah, i see. we're playin' the quiet game now? bet you and danny can get on real well together - wonder who would lose first." she teased.

not looking away from your phone as the screen shined bright, "anna, you're the only one i've told about my so-called crush on danny. we wouldn't last one night in the same room together."

"without ripping each other's clothes off?" an all too familiar voice rang in your ears, too distracted by your phone to even hear his footsteps, practically jumping off the crate and hiding into anna's arms.

"shit, do you think he heard everything?" you asked anna in a hushed voice while looking up at her, your grin turning into an embarrassed face as you scrunched up your nose, the same one you used to make seeing his dance.

"well, he certainly did now." anna confirmed as you felt a weight shift on the crate and hot breath near your neck, red death himself.

"so, little ms. y/n has a crush on me? should've known when i caught you staring at my hips that one time and not my face.. all that yelling and i only had to shake my hips a lil', hm?" he asked in a taunting tone.

you didn't even move a muscle to look over at daniel but every single fiber in your being wanted to, cheeks starting to heat up the more you hid your face against anna's shoulder shielding his view.

"y'know - y/n really likes watching scary movies. maybe you two could have a night in together, as friends or something more." anna suggested and flashed an encouraging smile.

the georgia native was always there for your ups and downs, especially those you took interest in. once you revealed your crush on danny you never heard the end of it.

"if he's up for it i'm down." your voice was muffled due to hiding against anna, "what's that, babygirl? couldn't hear you.. gonna need you to speak up - you'll be screaming for the neighbours tonight." he winked.

"i'll uh- leave you two be." anna waved goodbye giving you a soft hug as you turned to face daniel, "i'd love to spend tonight with you but i don't think i can wait that long.

"daniel became speechless as he eyed you up and down taking in every last feature from head to toe, absolutely stunning.

he hummed and carefully wrapped his arms around your hips before leaning in to plant his lips on yours.

returning the kiss you deepened it and he allowed your hands to wander as they danced along his abs, sweat still glistening on them from his previous match. you never wanted to come up for air because kissing him felt like the best thing in a long time.

daniel gnawed at your lower lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth, you doing the same as they moved around in no particular motion, hands reaching for any body part as you and daniel sat backstage on the crates fondling each other like two horny teenagers.

that was until someone walked up to the two of you and did a fake cough, "ahem, not that i mind whatever you two have going on but let it happen somewhere else." chris chuckled and threw a locker room key between you both, silently thanking the man as you stood up from the crates and stretched a bit.

"looks like your little friend came out to play-" you giggled.

"trust me, y/n. there is nothing little about chris." daniel added.

"oh- okay. i meant that little friend," you point to his growing buldge moving closer to him trying to hide from the view of others but he thrusted his hips up against you. "but i could say the same thing. making me so needy, danny. let's go, please?"

"don't have to ask me twice, beautiful."

you two swiftly made it to the locker room of which formerly belonged to j.a.s. but would now be used for other purposes. daniel shut the door behind you and took a seat on the sofa, patting his thigh.

"sooo... anna told me a few things you like. wanna come here and warm daddy up?" he asked in a low tone.

your jaw practically fell to the floor hearing those words come out of daniel's mouth. never thinking the day would happen. you nodded your head but instead of walking, crawled over to daniel seductively.

once making your way over to the sofa he pulled his ring gear down and sat you on his lap, "such a good girl, already listenin' so well for daddy danny." he praised.

"mhm.. you're so big. already wet just thinking about it."

"is that so? lemme' see-" you wrapped an arm around daniel and ran your hand along his abs, caressing them as a moan escaped your lips the moment his fingers met with your wet lower lips.

"fuck, you truly are soaked babygirl.. look at you almost making a mess on my thigh. let's get you taken care of, shall we?" he asked.

"yes please, danny. so needy all for you. 'wanna warm your cock up."

not a single word more and he was tearing your shorts and underwear to threads, starting with the tip as he lifted you up and your mouth made an "o" shape daniel wasted no time inserting the entirety of his length inside you.

you squirmed and bucked your hips against his lap, him taking hold of them as you adjusted to his size while small moans of pleasure escaped your mouth, being full of someone never felt so good.

"d-danny.. o-oh my." you nearly moaned his name and he was completely still, you squirming slightly as his warmth consumed you.

"you're so tight, baby. fuck.." daniel bit his lower lip and groaned, "moaning for me and we barely even started, tonight's gonna be fun." he smirked.

daniel began with placing love bites along your neck, starting soft and building up to where they would definitely leave a mark.

"mm, you're all mine now, isn't that right?"

you simply nodded but guessed daniel didn't find that satisfactory enough because he bit harder on your neck and thrusted into you deeply, "d-danny!" you yelled out in pleasure.

"yes, daddy. i'm all yours. every last inch of me." you cooed.

"i could never get tired of this or you, y/n. seeing you sitting on my cock like the good girl you are.. can't help but moaning my name when i," daniel stopped talking briefly and thrusted up into you, feeling hot breath against your neck, "do this.. the noises you make are music to my ears. no matter if we're fucking or going on cute dates together i want it all with you." he confessed his feelings to you, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

the kiss lasted until either one of you had to come up for air, moaning in between it as you felt his cock twitch inside you, "that's all i ever wanted to hear, danny. you and your silly dance make my heart beat twice."

he smiled against your neck before teasing with a few slow and taunting thrusts then doing deep ones which felt like he was up in your stomach, "daniel, motherfuckin' garcia!!!" you scratched along his abs marking him up as he glanced up at you enamoured by the way your breasts bounced when he thrusted into you and how much tighter you squeezed when he went deeper.

sweat beaded on both of your foreheads, feeling a release near however a knock could be heard on the door and it didn't halt daniel's actions.

"be quiet for me, babygirl? wouldn't 'wanna ruin all this fun now would we?"

you shook your head and bit down on your lip, "d-daddy.. feels so good!" you cried out hardly even trying to keep quiet as you came on his cock feeling him burst with one last thrust as you panted.

"good thing i remembered to lock the door." daniel laughed and you playfully punched him.

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 2

Notes: Had to write Chapter 2 because I don’t have writer’s block and you never know when that’ll hit! Getting it out while I can. So expect updates pretty consistently the next day or so. Then it may change to weekly. We’ll see. I’m not great at planning ashdjfkfoekdl. Anyway. This chapter is fun!

Summary: Shadow wakes up… again?? And this time he’s wanting Sonic?? WhAt Is HaPpEnInG?!

Chapter Select: Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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Shadow woke with a jolt.

Ruby eyes were wide and aware, flickering about with an almost wild intent as he breathes heavily. A single word gasping from his lips—

“Sonic!”

But his panic quickly takes a turn to a more lost mentality, confusion leaking into worried eyes as he takes in his environment..

He’s.. in a medical room of some sort. Which is actually quite triggering for him to just wake up in without explanation, but he tries to overlook that for now. He has bigger worries to address.

Is he in a hospital?? No-… no, this doesn’t look the same as a hospital room. Nor does it have the same sterile yet musty smell to it hospitals tend to.

His eyes quickly find a camera in the upper, left corner of the room. He’s being watched.

Looking down at himself, he has a bandage wrapped around his torso.

Right. He had been hit..

But it should be worse than this.. right??

He frowns a bit at his state, the adrenaline slowly seeping out of him now as he’s filled with exhaustion. Tired. He’s so very tired.

He groans a bit and raises a hand to his head, shaking it a bit before moving to try and push himself off the medical bed, “I gotta get out of here..”

Moving to scoot a foot off the bed and try to stand, a nurse enters the room and is quickly aware he’s awake now.

The blonde woman’s brown eyes grow wide, quickly shifting to try and halt him but stopping herself before she actually touches him.

“Woah! Easy, Shadow, you don’t need to be standing right now—“

“W—Where am I???” Shadow asks, pausing only a moment at how wobbly his legs feel before steadying himself a bit and looking at her more clearly.

She adjusts her glasses, her hair tied into a lose bun and her neat, white coat open to show her stethoscope, “You’re at GUN HQ. We found you in the tree line outside the objective and brought you here. You were pretty out of it, wouldn’t wake up—“

“GUN HQ???” Shadow questions with a furrow of his brow. Then his face grows more suspicious, more on-guard, “Why have you brought me here?? Where’s my team??”

The woman blinks, “Uhh… your-.. team? Oh! Um— Rouge is currently in a debriefing with Commander Tower. Omega is being polished and repaired after his last deployment—“

“Ome— what??? Who— no, not them,” Shadow groans in frustration, his patience dwindling but a sharp pain in his head stops him from saying much else. He grunts and holds his head again, stumbling back to sit on the bed as he tries to stop the growing migraine.

“Agent Shadow, you need to rest. Your chaos readings have been off the charts and varying constantly. Your body seems to have taken quite the hit from performing artificial chaos control,” she’s now gently pushing him to lay back down, Shadow reluctantly moving as she prompts since he feels like he could black out again any second. “I’ll inform Agent Rouge you’re awake, and she’ll be here soon.

“Agent Shadow..?” Shadow groans with his eyes squinting open, his brows furrowed questioningly at the woman, “I-… thank you, but I need to talk to Sonic.. is he here too??”

The woman blinks, her own expression growing perplexed, “I-.. no, I don’t believe so. He generally tries to avoid GUN..”

“Does he know I’m here??” Shadow asks with a knit in his brow.

“I assume so, yes.”

“Then he’ll come..,” Shadow says simply as if it’s just a fact.

The woman quirks a brow at him, looking down at her clipboard in hand before back to him, “…Right. I’ll update Rouge on your status and be back with some food for you soon.”

Shadow watches the nurse leave the room, frowning a bit as he hears her mutter something along the lines of getting Shadow ‘a head CT’ to a male nurse outside the room.

He sighs and leans his head back into the pillow, eyes shutting again with knitted brows at the ache in his head.

Why was he at GUN??? Where was Sonic?? Had the mission ended with them being split up?? It had to have, or Sonic would be here. He certainly wouldn’t let Shadow be here at GUN alone like this..

It was difficult not to panic. Not to lose his grip and snap at people. But this wasn’t their fault. That poor nurse didn’t know what GUN had done to him. She hadn’t participated in any of Project Shadow or the aftermath of it. She was simply doing her job.

He could really go for a drink of water..

The door opens again, Shadow’s eyes opening to look and see Rouge the Bat quickly approaching with a smirk, though her gaze seemed worried.

Why was she so worried???

“Hey Gramps, you decide to wake up from your nap??” she teased, moving to perch herself on the chair next to his bed.

Shadow just looks at her with a quirk of his brow before shrugging and, “I suppose..”

“You took a pretty nasty hit from what I saw,” she says, nodding her head towards his bandaged torso, “You hurtin’?”

He pauses to address himself a moment, moving a hand to rest on his chest over the bandages and moving ever so slightly before grunting a quiet, “A bit.. nothing I can’t handle.”

“Yeah, yeah, Ultimate Lifeform and what not,” she winks. Shadow looks at her with slight offense but decides to let it go..

“…Why are you here??”

Rouge pauses at that, raising a brow at him and tilting her head with a little chuckle, “To.. check on my friend?”

“We’re not friends..,” Shadow mutters, but there’s not mirth behind it. Just honest evaluation. They’re not close.

Rouge blinks. “…Well whatever you wanna refer to us as, Grumps, I’m the closest thing you’ve got to an emergency contact, so I have to be here regardless.”

Shadow frowns at her a bit and looks perplexed, “You’re my emergency contact???”

“Well duh,” Rouge huffs as if she’s now growing a bit impatient with Shadow’s obliviousness, “Did you hit your head?? They didn’t inform me of any concussions—“

“Why are you my emergency contact??? Why not Sonic??” Shadow asks with a little knit in his brow.

“…Sonic?? As in.. Big Blue??” Rouge asks with a sarcastic drawl, an amused huff coming from her, “Oh-… you’re joking.”

“Do I look amused??” Shadow asks with a tilt of his head.

Rouge leans back in her chair, taking a moment to ponder Shadow. Question him mentally with her gaze. She keeps a calm and collected look.. but Shadow sees the worry in her gaze even if she tries to hide it.

He doesn’t understand why she’s caring so much about him??

“…Last I saw Sonic, he was pretty beat from his trip to Starfall Islands,” she says with a shrug, “He’s been taking it easy. With Eggman being quiet as of late and his friends gone off on their own, he’s got a lot of free time.”

Shadow stares at Rouge like she has two heads.

“…Huh??”

Rouge groans a bit, rolling her eyes as she leans forward in her chair again to rest her elbows on the side of his bed, “Why do you wanna know about Sonic?? Was he there?? Did you see him on your assignment?? Is there something more going on here you haven’t told me??”

Shadow’s brows knit at that, frowning at the bat with even more confusion, “I—what?? No?? I-..my head hurts..” he groans and moves his head into his hands again, squeezing it between his palms as if that’ll somehow stop the throbbing.

Rouge frowns at this, sighing and standing from her chair as she moves her own hand to gently press to his forehead. “Don’t strain yourself too much..,” she leans down and presses a kiss to the top of his head which definitely throws Shadow off, but he ignores it. “I’m gonna go talk to the doctor and see about getting your head looked at.. don’t pout while I’m gone.”

She smirks and winks at him before turning to waltz right out of the room.

He watches her go, looking very confused and unsettled.

He looks back to the camera in the corner.

Then down to his bandages.

Then he looks up at the ceiling and sighs heavy.

He wishes Sonic would hurry up and get here..

[exorcist-ray]

[Last week was a bit tough for Lee. Shitty sex, shitty news she learned while spying on Sera, and a shitty voice in her head that she still can't get rid of.]

[There's something wrong with you for sure.]

[Lee jerked dangerously in the air, nearly losing her balance and falling back down. She shuddered and hugged Vienna tightly, afraid that she might drop her sister, who couldn't figure out how flying on exorcists' wings worked. Falling from such a height would be terribly painful.]

H-hey, Lee!..

[Should've given her dis potion after we got to da Pearly Gates. My back will hurt so fuckin' much for da rest of de day.] [What, are you complaining? Be glad that she even agreed to keep you company, despite the fact that your idea is so dangerous and stupid. Or just dangerously stupid. You should be grateful for everything she does for-]

LEE!

W-woah, hey, what's up?

...Sorry, you just froze and stared into space. Hey, are.. are you sure you're okay, Lee?

Uuuh, yeah, of course! Just thought it'd be nice if they served mah favorite bratwurst! -🍬

But-... okay, Lee. I believe you. We almost missed the Pearly Gates, please don't get distracted by thoughts of food again. -🌸

[Vienna smiled awkwardly and carefully got down from Lee's arms. She chose Timpani as her disguise, so Lee decided it would be best to disguise herself as Ava. They're dating, so no one should have any questions.]

[Oh, you think you're so smart? Does anyone besides you know they're dating? What if-]

[Lee shook her head and looked around for Ray. She made arrangements with medic in advance to ensure her and V's safe passage to Heaven.]

[Ugh, I hope she came.] [Oh, she definitely came, unlike you that night. You should've found another way, you know. What if she won't show up on time? They'll capture not only you, but also your sister. And you wonder why no one ever defended you when you constantly make such stupid decisions~?]

@your-favorite-spyho @your-favorite-therapist 🍬🌸

Ray anxiously waited for Lee to arrive. What was taking so long? If she got caught- God, she couldn't even imagine what Sera would do to her. The exorcist jolted up when she saw Ava Lee and Timpani V. There you are! Come on, quickly! She said calmly almost shouted.

She opened the gates to let them in, while looking around nervously. Fuck fuck fuck. Sera was gonna kill her for letting multiple sinners into heaven. Okay, Lee, uh, I mean, Ava, did nobody see you leaving hell? Ray. What are you doing? She almost froze on the spot. Ray knew that voice. I'm sorry, Ivy, I have to help her. I owe her. Like you owe me?

She decided to ignore the voice for now. It couldn't be Ivy. Just her imagination. To distract herself she waved at V Timpani.

Remember, Ray, there is no need to feel bad about this. You owe her. You're being a proper angel. Sera doesn't have shit on you.

[themultifandomgal]

Joe Cruz- Scare To Trust Again

Triggers- toxic relationship, boyfriend hitting girlfriend once. Cheating. Boyfriend thinks woman shouldn't have a 'mans job'.

My shift at the firehouse finishes so I get myself ready for my date with my boyfriend Reece. I walk out of the locker room

"YN is that you?" Severide whistles

"You scrub up well" Gabby smiles

"Thanks"

"Cruz close your mouth before you catch flies" Casey chuckles

"YN you look..." Cruz is lost for words so Brett finishes for him

"Beautiful"

"Still not sure why your with Reece" Herrmann scoffs

"Maybe because I love him" I reply rolling my eyes

"But he cheated on you" Severide frowns

"Yes but that was a drunken mistake"

"Hmmm" Matt crosses his arms as Reece arrives

"I'll see you guys tomorrow" I wave bye to everyone and leave the firehouse getting into Reece's car

"Hi baby" I smile getting into his car, but he just grunts in response. Must have had a bad day. The drive to the restaurant was silent, somethings off.

We sit down at a table in silence, Reece starts looking at the menu

"Whats going on?" I ask not picking my menu up

"Nothing" he replies. His phone beeps, he looks at it and quickly replies putting his phone back down

"Reece somethings wrong"

"Nothings wrong. Now look at your menu and decide what your having" not wanting to cause an argument I do as I'm told. We oder our drinks then our waitress walks over to us again. I notice Reece's mood shifts and he puts on a smile

"Hi what can I get you"

"I'll have the steak, medium rare. She will have the Caesar salad"

"Of course" the waitress turns around and I notice Reece watching her, more specifically her ass. I cross my arms annoyed at him. He looks back at me with a frown

"What?" He replies

"Are you serious? You were just checking her out"

"Here we go. Jealous YN as always"

"There's a difference with being jealous and being upset because your boyfriend was looking at their waitresses butt" I whisper yell

"Give it a rest YN" he sighs "I'm taking you home aren't I?"

After we leave the restaurant and head home Reece is still acting weird and constantly on his phone. So once he goes into the shower I do something I never thought I'd do, I take his phone and unlock it to check his messages. He's been messaging many woman talking to them as he would me. One message even implied that she enjoyed the sex. Furious I stand up with the phone still in my hand. I march my way to the bathroom and open the door, not caring that Reece is in the shower

"Are you fucking serious?"

"What?"

"Your fucking cheating on me again?"

"Well what do you expect when your at the firehouse all the time" Reece gets out of the showers wrapping a towel around his waist

"At work!" I yell "did you forget I'm a fucking firefighter?"

"Maybe if you were at home doing the cooking and cleaning not doing mans work..,."

"Woah woah woah. Let me stop you there. It's not the 1950s Reece. When we started dating you knew I was a firefighter, you knew that I was working full time. So why now are you saying I should be in the fucking kitchen"

"My head hurts YN give it a rest" Reece gets himself dressed "let's just go to bed"

"No I'm not getting into bed with you when you've admitted to cheating and then told me that I should be a house wife"

"Shut up" I then feel a pain across my face. My eyes widen. Without saying anything I grab my stuff and leave the house with Reece calling me to come back. I get in my car and drive home, thankful I never actually fully moved in with him.

The following day I arrive at the firehouse in a mood. I've done my best to hide the bruise but gave up when it wouldn't fully disappear. I go to the lockers where Cruz is putting his things away

"You good?" he asks me "is that a bruise on you face? what happened?"

"Let's just say I'm now single" I slam my locker and head to the kitchen area to make myself a coffee

"Did Reece do this to you?" this gets the attention of everyone at the firehouse "did he hit you?" I sigh in response not really wanting to get into it

"YN what happened last night?" Gabby asks walking over to me. Tears start to threaten to spill

"He's been cheating on me again. I confronted him and he slapped me telling me to shut up"

"Oh YN" Gabby and Sylvie pull me into a hug

"Has he ever hurt you before?" Severide asks

"No. That's the first time. I left him and went home after that happened"

"Good"

Later in the afternoon I hear a commotion outside

"How dare you lay a finger on YN! I hear. I rush outside and see Joe pushing Reece back

"Cruz calm down" Severide holds him back

"Reece go" I say "we're over ok"

"Babe come on. It was a stupid mistake"

"Which part? cheating on her or hitting her?" Herrmann asks

"Babe come on. I won't do it again"

"Just leave Reece"

"Oh and if you decide to harass her, I'll be making a call to my friend over in intelligence"

"Go" Joe shouts.

"Hey you ok?" Joe asks waking over to me at Mollys after our shift

"Yeah. Just sucks. I'm 30 Joe. I thought in the next few years I'd be married with kids and now I have to go through the whole process again"

"I know it's not ideal, but you'll find the right guy. Who won't cheat on you or hurt you. Never know you may have already met him just not realised it"

"I'm so scared to trust again"

"Hey look at me" I turn and look at Joe

"You will trust again, I promise"

"Thank you" I give Joe a hug thankful I have friends like him who have my back.

Months go by, I do have to get a restraining order against my ex, especially when he found out that Joe and I had starting to see each other. And Joe was right, I did learn to trust again.

[chippuyon]

How do you feel about episode 10?

Anon I hope you know I had no idea it was out yet and rushed to open it as soon as I saw this I AM IN SHAMBLES

Ok so as I was going through the op again remember this shot?

A metaphorical barrier between Kazuki and Rei and Miri, which makes a LOT more sense now that we know Misaki is taking Miri back. The act of holding the frame symbolizes kazurei's efforts to give Miri the happy life she has now, but they are outside the frame while Miri is inside. They can look in, Miri can't look out. They can't touch or interact with each other anymore.

On to the actual episode lmfao can we talk about how Misaki made herself look so cool and motherly in the kitchen when it turns out she was just microwaving a convenience store meal in the microwave I laughed so hard.

(Also Kazuki's line about there being nothing worse than somebody else messing around in your kitchen just solidified my ocd hc for him this man is sooo ocd adhd coded)

So this episode we learn that Misaki is about to die which, WOAH, was not expecting that. It adds a lot more gravity to the situation and is a believable motivation to take your daughter back. But, again, this does not mean she should be Miri's mother. Because once she grows up Miri will have to constantly be reminded of the fact that she was abandoned by her mom when she was 4. Kinda fucked up!

I do appreciate that Misaki is willing to spend the rest of her life dedicated to Miri, but, as Rei and Kazuki say, it's still just about her. She's only approaching Miri now because she's about to die and doesn't want any regrets before then. But Misaki is right too, their work is dangerous, and on top of that they're being actively targeted right now. The writers did a good job setting up the moral dilemma. The most important factor here though is Miri's happiness, which to her includes both her Papas and Mama so we'll see how that goes.

(That said, if Misaki does end up taking Miri back for good, isn't that cruel? To abandon your daughter, then take her back and properly care for her, while knowing you're just going to leave her alone again sooner rather than later.)

(Another interesting tidbit is Kazuki telling Misaki not to smoke. We know Rei has given up smoking, at least around Miri. Maybe a hint about who will be the best fit for Miri in the end?)

Then there's the family outing which was so adorable and chock full of references to past eps. Love this silent exchange between Kazuki and Rei what are you guys talking about up there let me into your heads...

AND THIS SHOT WITH THE CHRISTMAS WREATH ABOVE THEM GRAHHHH the final ep is gonna be during Christmas and parallel Kazuki catching Miri in ep 1 I just know it.

This dynamic where Kazuki is all too ready to give up on his happiness because he's already lost it before so many times versus Rei who doesn't want to accept it because *this* is his first happiness is juicy as hell and I'm gonna need all the fanartists and fic writers to step on it cause damn!!!

Kazuki putting his scarf around Miri like the cat :( sobbing ueueue need the cat and Miri to return to them later. And as if this ep wasn't painful enough they really had Kazuki closing it on THIS goddamn line

Like just shoot me in the head at this point it would hurt less.

[banana789]

Chpni x reader anniversary

Toni and Cheryl were the great love story of riverdale high.Through all the varchie and bughead breakups and all of the murders and serial killers the couple had stayed strong. And tomorrow was the 1 year anniversary of when they got together. The 1 year anniversary or the movie date you had tricked them into. Which is why you felt so much pressure to give them the perfect day.

You had spent months planning everything out.

-First they'd get a breakfast in bed with all their favourites

- Then smithers would drive them to the bookstore (a romantic private date would be set up)

-Then they will be taken to the football field where I had planned to do a routine with the Vixens in Cheryl and Tonis honour.

- Then they will be taken to a picnic by sweetwater River where there will be easels and paints.

-And finally they will return to thistlehouse where I will have set up a private screening of love Simon under the stars (the movie they watched on their first date)

The thing I was currently stuck on was what to get them as a present.Veronica was coming over soon to help me brainstorm but as of yet I had nothing. Cheryl and Toni had gone to pops for a pre anniversary date so I was currently pacing up and down the stairs. Something Cheryl constantly scolds me for as I could get hurt. Honestly I'm not the clumsy

CRASH

Oops

Okie maybe I am

My head was pounding as I opened my eyes to be met by the harsh light on the ceiling of the hospital room.

I could vaguely hear Veronicas voice calling my name and could see flickers of raven hair above me as my vision became less blurry.

"V? What happened?" I croaked. My throat felt rough.

Veronica handed me a glass of water as she began to explain

"You fell down the stairs you clumsy idiot." She replied rolling her eyes.

"The doctor said you have a concussion ,a broken ankle and a sprained wrist. They want to keep you until tomorrow night for observation." She explained

"What tomorrow night no I can't it's Toni and Cheryl's anniversary tomorrow." You replied trying to sit up but Veronica held you down.

" Y/n your hurt I'm sure they will be more worried about that then they're anniversary." She said shaking her head.

"Wait have you told them yet? " You asked frantically.

"No you know they'd be down here already if I had. I waited a little until you woke up so as to not make them more worried then they needed to be." She explained.

"You can't tell them" You said quickly.

"What are you insane they'll kill me! And then you" Veronica replied.

It was true you had learned from past experience to tell Cheryl or Toni when your hurt or ill (Chapter 7)

"I know, I know but they won't enjoy there day otherwise. Come on V I've already booked and arranged everything. All you'd have to do is help smithers set up the movie night  under the stars and I've already got everything for it. I promise I won't let them blame you at all. Please V they do everything for me . Let me do this for them. "I ranted giving Veronica the puppy dog eyes.

"Ok fine I won't tell them. Well have send smithers over with a breakfast from pops and ill go make sure everything is set up at the bookstore and the house tomorrow. But what about the Vixens routine?" She asked still unsure.

"Ugh I forgot. Ummmm just show them the video from last practise it can be a surprise wirh breakfast." I proposed.

"Okie this might actually work. But if they get suspicious for a second."She warned

"Yh yh you can tell them" I agreed.

"And I'm telling them straight after love Simon.Because you should be leaving the hospital around then so if they want to they can come pick you up."

Veronica agreed.

"Yesssss okie thank you Veronica I love youuuuu" I said leaning over and hugging her before wincing in pain at my ribs.

"Woah what was that are you OK?"She asked concerned.

"No I'm good don't worry probably just a bruise" I said

"Now I gotta get online and look for a present for Cheryl and Toni. Thank god for next day delivery." I laughed grabbing my phone from beside the bed. Ignoring the pain in my side.

The next day I was woken up by my phone ringing . I winced as I got up the pain had now spread across my chest. I looked at my phone and winced. It was Toni. Oh no they knew. I also saw a text from Veronica.

V - I TOLD THEM YOUR SETTING UP FOR TODAY

I sighed in relief before picking up the phone and smiled through the pain as I answered the phone.

"Hey Toni"

"Hey nerd, your on speaker with me and Cher." She explained

"Hey Tiny" I heard Cheryl say.

"Are you guys having a good day?" I asked trying to hide the pain in my voice.

"The best. The breakfast was amazing babe and Veronica told us you've planned surprises for us today and they showed us the video. Which by the way Cheryl is pretty pissed about. "Toni laughed.

"What why?" I asked.

"Well excuse me shortie but I seem to remember you telling me that you cant dance for the life of you and that one time I tried to get you to audition me and Toni had to drag you there kicking and screaming and then you sat on the floor reading the whole time" Cheryl said . I could hear Toni laughing in the background.

"Yh but this was for you guys its different and no I'm not auditioning for the Vixens this year." I said before Cheryl had a chance too.

" No audition needed babe and we'll see. We have our ways." Cheryl said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Whatever. Anyway you guys should go you need to get ready for the first surprise. " I laughed.

"You really didn't have to do any of this you know" Toni chimed in.

"Of course I do I love you guys. "

"Awww we love you too nerd. Will you be there?" Toni asked as I heard them moving around.

"Uh no I can't sorry I have to set up some stuff for tonight." I replied.

"Fine but we'll see you definitely see you tonight right. Don't think we won't drag you kicking and screaming again. Especially if your overworking yourself." She reied sternly.

"Yh I know don't worry and yh you'll see me tonight " I relied giggling. As we all said our goodbyes.

Third person pov

Toni and Cheryl had spent all day being driven around by smithers to all of the surprises y/n had planned. It was arguably the best day if their life. Except for the fact y/n hadn't been there. For their anniversary present y/n had ordered them heart necklaces with a T for Cheryl and a C for Toni.

They were currently watching love Simon whilst Veronica was pacing around the house stressed. She hadn't been able to get in contact with y/n since she had spoken to Toni and Cheryl this morning. She was going to kill her is she was just trying to dodge telling Cheryl and toni about her accident.

Outside Toni and Cheryl were cuddled up on the grass watching the movie, reminiscing about their first date.

"Remember the race when we first met?" Cheryl asked smiling.

"How could I forget? Out of the way cha cha. I was born for this moment" Toni imitated laughing as Cheryl smacked her shoulder laughing.

"I'll never be able to thank y/n enough for setting us up on that movie date." Cheryl smiled.

"Hey next week will technically be the anniversary of us three becoming friends. You know that first time we held her hostage on movie night " Toni laughed.

"Oh my gosh TT we have to do something special."

"Yh of course.We'll spoil her rotten. We could have a marvel movie marathon ooh and get her a necklace that matches ours." Toni said

"Ooh and get her anything she wants from the bookstore. Ooh and take her to the carnival it'll be in town next week." Cheryl said getting excited.

"Definitely. Speaking of that little nerd, where is she?" She asked as Veronica walked out to them looking pale and shaking.

"Guys we have to go." Veronica said tears prickling her eyes.

"What what's wrong " Cheryl said grabbing Tonis hand.

Veronica took a deep breath before explaining.

" Yesterday Y/n fell down that stairs. I came over to help plan today and I found her unconscious so I brought her to the hospital and everything was fine. She only had a few minor injuries and they wanted to keep her in till tomorrow night. So she convinced me to help with today and then we'd tell you now."

Toni and Cheryl were overcome with worry. They'd already stood up and made they're way over to Veronica ready to speed to the hospital. Cheryl ran into the house to get the car keys

"Why the hell wouldn't she tell us this,  why the hell wouldn't you tell us this? Ugh I'm gonna kill her." Toni exclaimed

"I can't find the damn keys." Cheryl yelled from inside the house. You could hear the tears in her voice. Toni ran inside and Veronica followed after them. Stopping them once they reached the car.

"Guys wait I need to tell you something else. " Veronica said taking a deep breath and raking the keys from Cheryl's hand.

"Well y/n hadn't been answering her phone all day. And well. And the hospital just called. Something happened ... "

3 months later

"And your Lockers just down here." Betty explained, as her and Veronica were giving the new girl a tour of riverdale high

They stood at her locker explaining her timetable before the girl got shoved to the side. Toni storming past her.

"Sorry about her." Veronica sighed.

" That was Toni Topaz. Just try to avoid her." Betty explained.

"And that is Cheryl Blossom" Betty said as she nodded towards the herd of Vixens walking down the hallway. Cheryl leading them.

The HBIC walked up to the three with a fake smile.

"Betty, miss another Vixens rehearsal and your off the team." She stated.

" What Cheryl she told you she was visiting her sister in hospital." Veronica defended.

" Was I talking to you?" Cheryl sassed  turning to storm off but stopping as she saw the new girl stood their. The bitchy look dropping from her face. She looked at the small girl holding her books. Going pale as if she'd seen a ghost. Then quickly shook off any look of emotion and stalked down the hallway.

"What was that about?" She asked. Turning to Betty and Veronica. Who both shared a look of sadness before replying.

"Okie so last year. Cheryl and Toni were the it couple of riverdale high. And they kind of adopted our friend y/n into their relationship. She was Cheryl's best friend and is the one that actually set then up. They were a trio. You couldn't have two without the other." Veronica explained. Tears coming to her eyes as she stopped to take a breath . Betty putting her hand on Veronicas shoulder before continuing for her.

"Well a few months ago. Y/n had an accident. On Cheryl and Tonis anniversary as well. Veronica found her and took her to the hospital and everything seemed fine but we'll. She passed away the next day. Toni and Cheryl got there just in her final moments and she died in their arms."

Betty explained taking a deep breath.

"You kind look like her. I guess thats why Cheryl got upset when she saw you. Maybe try to avoid her and Toni." Betty suggested before quickly directing the girl to her next class and consoling Veronica.

And so as the greatest friendship Cheryl and Toni had ever been a part of died. So did their Love story.

[breakingbobcat]

cartilaginous

this morning I'm thankful for *the awesome cool weather*

my dreams were a little different last night. and i felt different in them. it was...interesting. thank you, brain! "you light up my life"

that was a good song, though, simply the best is stuck in my head already. thank god! the kinks lola is such an earworm and that's been playing non-stop since yesterday. brain: you are like a radio station and a set of speakers playing multiple channels at once.

I need a tuner! hahahaha! That's what's missing from my Arecibo setup. Or no...what's that place with the many radio telescopes? that place that is no longer top o' the line?

how much of my imagination runs on the fuel of the film "contact"?

I am SO IMPRESSIONABLE. i literally listen to everything that comes across my purview. what a mess! and I give too much weight to the masthead.

that's the person who is my captain? or something.

do we need to accept that love can be sexless and embrace this lifestyle? then we agreed that we need to allow ourselves to embrace uncertainty.

people can change. i can be somehow both flexible and yet...what is resilience?

i just keep seeing wheat blowing in the wind. taller than grass. more substantive. grass holds the soil down and keeps it together...but i always wanted to be nutriative.

furniture nutrition. even if i could talk to Salvador, he probably couldn't give me the conversation i'd desire. it'd be a weird translation situation of the gelatinous utterances, like how i would translate melanie ward. which could be fun actually because she was...really likeable. i really like her. i hope she is well.

i forgive her for being a desireable sex pot. she's more than she appears, and also, EXACTLY who she appears to be. isn't that ambiguity so strange about people?

wheat. will i dare to draw today? if only my imagination could transmit itself directly to the page.

i'm so competitive. i'm constantly afraid if i'm not the absolute best that i will be rejected. i need someone to stamp an A on my forehead everyday along with a gold foil star.

maybe i should get one gold star tattooed over my third eye. lol.

i'm such a basket case. i'm really blessed that Roy loves me. i love him too, deeply. he's such a caring teddy bear. i want to do more than appreciate. i think i reciprocate pretty well but...i'm ashamed of myself for not providing equal care and equal resources. i hate being the burden of the household.

brian made me feel like such a burden, even though i provided so much for him in return. in his mind, he was master.

it's hard to accept that roy doesn't feel the same way. roy hides things underneath. all librans do. they stuff their feelings and ignore them until one day the switch flips. librans are dangerous people because they over-self-regulate. they think they can regulate everyone else too.

woah. i didn't know i thought that! hmm. it's too bad librans are the only people who can tolerate me for any length of time.

is there some way for me to be more independent? and to be less a pain in the ass? roy swears he's not but i flat out don't believe him.

just like i don't believe motel fox isn't chris joslyn. yet, i could be wrong on both counts. hell: ALL COUNTS.

i'm SO WRONG ALL THE TIME! cue the Avett Bros.

lmao! so stop thinking you can predict the future with accuracy calypso! just because often you are right, doesn't mean always.

sometimes, just sometimes, you will be surprised. and that could be good. either way: CHANGE IS INEVITABLE. and not just entropy. remember: there's no rebirth without decay and death.

oh my god. OH. MY. GOD! i guess this must be the most efficient universe.

i wonder if it's different on other planets? i wonder if there's a world where living things don't have to consume each other? it makes me sad that life must always surrender to life. in my utter ignorance and non-all-knowingness, i do not approve.

i wish there was room in the garden for every one, and every thing.

i wish serial killers could be fascinated by the blood and not need to kill to get to it.

i love me. calypso is an unusual gem. she is allowed to talk about herself in the third person, second person...any person she wishes! she's a maverick. a fool. a young thug.

[showf4lls]

⎼ MIGRAINE HOURS; MULTIPLE

genre !! headcanons, comfort

cw !! descriptions of pain[?], brief mention of vomiting [nothing graphic], mention of medication, migraine symptoms, weed [in sapnap’s part]

includes !! chuckle sammy boys [ ted, charlie, schlatt ] + crew boys [ karl, quackity, sapnap, george, dream ] + wilbur + niki + minx

notes !! this is purely self indulgent, so most of the symptoms i’m describing are what i personally experience and i’m sorry if i’m leaving any out! i have a migraine rn and it’s making me want to keel over and pass away so i’m writing this to comfort myself lmao. i’ve been told a lot that my migraines are too annoying and that they make me too high-maintenance for a relationship, but that’s totally not true, people are just ableist lol. but i know that there’s a lot of people out there that have had this experience and/or feel this way. just know that you’re not alone, you’re not too “high maintenance,” it’s not too much work to help you when you’re not feeling well. take care of yourselves, y’all /gen

this used to be way longer so this is revised to be like oddly specific/wholesome things they each would do you’re welcome /lh

TED NIVISON

⎼ reminds you to stretch every so often so you don’t get too tense!

⎼ definitely does the thing where he squeezes your head for a little bit if the pain is really bad [if you get migraines you’ll know what i’m talking about; sometimes you need a little extra pressure on your noggin to feel better]

⎼ helps you put your hair up really tightly to put more pressure on your brain

⎼ goes in on absolutely everything with you. diet changes? he’s in. journaling? he’ll get one that matches yours and you’ll sit down and journal your shit together every day. need blue light glasses? count him in, he’s been meaning to get some anyways. early bedtime? fuck yeah, he gets to make sure you’re both taken care of and getting enough rest. sunglasses around the house? i think you mean swag B)

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

⎼ naps with you when you feel like nothing else will help with the pain

⎼ constantly researching for you and seeing what he can do to help or if he can find any new resources for you. finds new apps for you to track your symptoms or find other people who experience chronic migraines. encourages you to experiment with things that might make you feel better

⎼ absolutely has a borderline insane assortment of pedialyte for you to choose from, should you need it

⎼ makes excuses that place the blame on himself when you get a migraine while you’re spending time with friends so you don’t feel bad about going home

⎼ keeps the ice trays in his freezer full at all times in case you need an ice pack when you’re over at his place

JSCHLATT

⎼ while pretending that he doesn’t give a shit about your suffering, passively asks if you’ve taken your meds yet, if you’ve eaten, if you need water, etc.

⎼ keeps a hand on your head and plays with your hair while standing behind you but pretends he’s not

⎼ will continue quiet conversations with his friends after having told them to shut the fuck up if it’s obvious that you’re trying to fight a migraine

⎼ if you’re complaining about light sensitivity, he’ll just shush you and cover your eyes with his hands. might not be the most helpful, but he’s trying in his own way and the thought is sweet. he does the same thing with your ears when you’re having noise sensitivity

KARL JACOBS

⎼ gets really quiet and soft with you; he hates seeing you upset or in pain. lots of hugs are involved

⎼ makes sure you’re absolutely covered in heat packs

⎼ keeps extra comfy clothes around for you to change into whenever you feel a migraine coming on

⎼ always the first to ask about how he can help or what could’ve caused it; mans is kind of a fixer /lh

⎼ will order you whatever food sounds good to you without a moment’s hesitation if you mention that you’re even the littlest bit hungry

QUACKITY

⎼ 100 to 0 real quick. totally goes from “HAHAHA OMG” to “woah, hey - are you okay?” it’s super sweet to see the contrast

⎼ lets you wear his beanies and pull them down to cover your eyes. he thinks it’s adorable, and it’s totally a bonus that it helps with the light/noise sensitivity

⎼ somehow convinces tiger to lay on you when you’re having a particularly bad migraine, especially if you’re napping

⎼ makes a visible effort to keep from making too much noise

SAPNAP

⎼ the second he realizes that you’re trying not to cry from the pain, he shushes you, wraps the closest loose piece of clothing around your head, and pulls you to his chest

⎼ encourages you to do literally anything you think might help. you need your entire body to be covered in a heat pack? he’ll shove you into a warm bath with your clothes on. your light sensitivity is kicking your ass? he’ll wrap a bandana around your head. your clothes feel gross and uncomfy? that’‘s fine! he’ll throw all his comfiest clothes in the dryer for 10 minutes for you so they’re nice and cozy when you put them on

⎼ also tries to help remedy your triggers. you haven’t been drinking enough water? force feeds you pedialyte and gatorade. you haven’t eaten enough? begs dream to make your favorite or doordashes whatever sounds good to you

⎼ if your meds stop working, he’ll let you use however much of his weed you need to not suffer anymore

GEORGE

⎼ totally encourages you to sleep it off and definitely doesn’t use it as an excuse to nap with you

⎼ kind of teases you about it because he doesn’t quite understand the concept of migraines but, when all’s said and done, he helps you take care of yourself and gets you what you need

⎼ after knowing you for so long he’s learned to tell when you feel a migraine coming on by the way you interact with other people, and he knows that you won’t leave calls even if you have a migraine because you hate missing out on stuff, so he’ll just tell everyone to shut up so it’s at least easier on you

DREAM

⎼ he won’t notice until something you do catches his attention, and then he gives a little “aw, honey,” pulls you into a hug, and very quietly asks what he can do to help

⎼ doesn’t give a single shit who else is around or what’s happening, if dream even has an inkling that you have a migraine coming on, he’s throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and forcing you to lay down in his bed so you can be as comfy as possible

⎼ another one who gets you whatever you need as soon as you ask for it, no questions asked. mans worries too much. you don’t like the light? all the lights off, lightbulbs out so that no one can accidentally turn the lights on while you’re having an attack. no more light ever again (he’s dramatic, you saw the fnaf stream /lh). your clothes are uncomfy? pick any one of his hoodies that you want, he’ll even stick it in the dryer for you so it’s nice and toasty warm. hungry? any food he can possibly remember you enjoying, he’s making it. you’re too warm? ice bath, immediately. you don’t think you’ve been drinking enough water? you’re drinking every single electrolyte drink he has in his kitchen

NIKI NIHACHU

⎼ pulls you into a hug and pets your hair without a second thought, and very quietly whispers “i’m so sorry you’re in pain, what can i do to help?”

⎼ helps you find home remedies for your nausea and, when that doesn’t help, holds your hair back for you when you get sick

⎼ definitely way better at helping you through the frustration and more emotional components of migraines than the others. holds you when you cry, listens when you ramble, and helps you calm down because she knows that crying makes it hurt worse

⎼ sticks with you for all the time that you’re awake during your migraine. holds ice packs to your head when you feel too week to, gently reminds you to relax your muscles, makes sure you feel listened to, and tries to do easy little things with you that don’t require a lot of effort so you don’t feel bad; she knows that shit can feel really isolating

MINX

⎼ first, she absolutely makes sure you take your meds if you need to because they’re there to help you feel better

⎼ another one that would wear sunglasses around the house or out and about with you so that you don’t feel weird about it; she thinks it’s actually a cool main character moment to wear sunglasses inside /lh

⎼ when you’re really emotional and in lots of pain she’ll sit with you and rub your arms and trace circles into your knees. if you need more physical attention, she’ll let you press your forehead into her shoulder while she hums and shushes you

WILBUR SOOT

⎼ mostly just makes sure that you take your meds and drinking enough water, and snacking if you need to

⎼ plays you songs on his guitar and sings you to sleep when you’re having trouble relaxing enough to squeeze in a nap

⎼ absolutely would hold your hair back for you when you get sick and rub circles into your back, assuring you that it’s okay

⎼ lets you sprawl out on his bed covered in ice and heat packs - he honestly doesn’t give a shit what you need to do to feel better when you’re having an attack as long as it helps

⎼ doesn’t want you to feel excluded or isolated so he’ll set up camp on the floor next to you with a gatorade and some crackers and his laptop and, very quietly, play a chill podcast so it still feels like you guys are hanging out

⎼ definitely doesn’t let you pity yourself. King of Reassurance. he knows how easy it can be to get stuck on the idea that you’re a burden and assumes it’s worse if you experience chronic pain as intense as migraines, so he doesn’t hesitate to assure you that you’re not a burden to him in any way. he’s really grateful for any time he can spend with you at all, whether you have a migraine or not

[shirakumos-sandwich-shop]

Tale of the Flower Hashira Pt.4

MASTERLIST

INFO:

This story will contain Kyojiro Rengoku x Reader, Tengen Uzui x reader and Douma x reader. All separately. (Tengen is still in a relationship with his wives.)

Y/n Shinaguzawa is 18 at the start of this story. phisical appearance is mentioned, y/n has long white hair and specific scarring. Skintone, eye color etc. are not mentioned. 

This fanfic will only follow the plotline of seasons 1&2.

WARNINGS:

If you are uncomfortable with any of the following then DNI.

(Extreme gore, Branding, Swearing, Manipulative behavior, disturbing content, Unhealthy relationships, disturbing relationship between child y/n and a demon.)

Taglist: @violet-19999​ @devilfleur​ 

CHAPTER 4:

“Flower breathing, first form, sakura slash.” 

The demon’s arm that held up the boar headed lad was immediately severed. Both him and the arm crashed to the ground with a sickening thud. The demon in front of you had the head of a spider. Although you had seen many disturbing demons by now, this one really turned your stomach. 

“Well, it looks like someone beat you with an ugly stick.” You mumbled. “Mind if I put you out of your misery?”

You dodged a slash from the demon’s remaining claw. Quickly, you ran up the side of a thick pine tree, flipped backwards and behind the creature before laying down the final blow.

“Sixth form, Wilting Orchid.” 

The blade twisted in your hand, cutting in a swift X motion, powered by your falling momentum. The creature collapsed to the ground, first the body, then the arms, and the head. Each part neatly divided and already beginning to disintegrate. 

“Woah…” The boar headed lad ogled while you sheathed your blade. 

“How are you still standing, kid?” You questioned. “Your injuries are really bad.”

“THE MOUNTAIN KING NEVER FEELS PAIN!”

“That sounds concerning. I think the mountain king needs to take a nap.”

“FIGHT ME!”

“Slayers don’t fight other slayers, sweetpea.” You grabbed the boy by the pants and dragged him along behind you. 

____

Tanjiro took a sharp breath, looking around for the source of this new and confusing scent. 

“Giyuu, I found this boar kid in the woods. Should I take him home?” 

You entered the boy’s view and the scent became stronger. He held up what was left of his sword with his shaking hands. 

“Woah kid, you shouldn’t be-“

“Why do you have the scent of a demon?” Tanjiro asked before his vision darkened and he crumpled to the ground. 

_____

You had made a fine recovery, although it felt slow to the demon who constantly watched over you. Douma didn’t quite know why he continued to visit you in his child form, it just seemed like the right approach. Not that he cared or even considered you had been through a traumatic experience. Being in the guise of a child seemed to put you at ease. He dare say that you were beginning to grow attached to him. 

You weren’t allowed to interact with many people at the cult that your new caretaker ran. It seemed like there was a different woman every day bringing a plate of delicacies to your room. You never saw them again in the gardens or any of the rooms you were allowed to wander through. 

The gardens were your favorite, you’d sit there for hours, memorizing plant names from a giant book you had discovered in the library. Often when his cult duties were over, Douma would come and sit with you under the moonlight. 

The walls were high and smooth in the garden and impossible for your small body. Except for one spot where a large cherry tree grew and hung over the edge of the wall. One night while you were alone, you decided to test this idea. It had been months since you first came here and you hadn’t been allowed to search for your brothers. You scaled the tree quickly and started inching down the branch. It became thinner and thinner as your balance became more and more precarious. 

“What are you doing up there?”

Immediately you wobbled and fell, crashing down into some of the garden’s hydrangea bushes. Douma folded his arms and glared down at you. 

“What are you doing?” he repeated.

“Nothing…”

“I’ve told you, it's too dangerous out there for you.”

“I just thought that-”

He huffed and grabbed your wrist to pull you to your feet. His grip was a bit too harsh and you let out a whimper of pain. “I’m sorry Douma, I didn’t want to make you mad.”

The boy loosened his grip and slipped his hand into yours instead so he could lead you along behind him. “I’m not mad, y/n. You just can’t be wandering off, especially without protection.”

He pulled you into your private room and had you sit down on your futon. Then he left for a moment and returned for a moment and returned with a steaming cup of herbal tea. 

“Drink this.” He shoved the cup into your hand. 

“What is it for?” You asked timidly, staring into the murky contents of the teacup. 

“It will help you rest, there’s something I need to do now, but I can’t have you feeling any discomfort. So just take it like the good girl you are and it will all be over in the morning.” 

You looked at him and then at the cup, unsure if you should do as he said. 

“Drink it. You trust me right?” He gave you a soft smile and patted your head. 

You drank, the tea was bitter, but you managed the whole thing. Soon you felt yourself drifting off and you crawled closer to Douma and laid your head in his lap. He stroked your long hair as you fell asleep. Only when your breathing slowed did he tug back the neck of your kimono and let his fingernails lengthen to their usual state. With light strokes, he carved a shape into your skin. The lines weren’t more than scratches but they immediately closed, leaving behind a noticeable purple scar. His dormant blood wouldn’t turn you, only keep you safe with his scent. Any demon who came across you would immediately know you were property of Upper Two.

Bonus:

“I don’t think I’m disliked.” Giyuu said in confusion, he turned to you. “Am I disliked, Y/n?” 

“I don’t know, I like you well enough though.”

“Well you aren’t much better, Y/n.” Shinobu giggled softly. 

Both you and Giyuu looked at each other in the same tired manor. 

“Well at least we have each other.” You sighed.

Chapter 5.

[youn9racha]

Honestly I'm curious to know how skz would react if to their s/o being new to blowjobs

Generally speaking, i don’t think any of the boys will judge you for it, and would provide you a hand on how to make it pleasant for the two of you, in their own respective ways of course, as shown below the cut…

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Chan would definitely be gentle about the whole ordeal, although he would be slightly hesitant as he is used to giving you pleasure rather than the other way around. He would always reassure you before you’re going down, in fear of hurting you. Once your mouth is wrapped around him, he’ll hand out praises and gentle commands to you, so it’ll be a pleasant experience for the both of you.

”Just use your tongue—fuck… yes, thats how I like it… you’re doing amazing…”

Minho has a really calm demeanor as well, but he might lose himself a bit. Don’t get him wrong, he really isn’t trying to hurt you, considering that it’s your first time, but he can have rough tendencies, so he might accidentally thrust himself down your throat, forgetting that you have yet to get used to this. Nevertheless, he does ask about you if you showed any discomfort, however his blunt remarks will still be incorporated regardless.

”Fuck… your mouth fits so well...”

Changbin would be slightly excited but yet he would calm himself, as to not get things carried away. He would chuckle at how astonishingly good you feel, followed by a blissful sigh as he slowly guides your head up and down by putting his hand on your head, holding onto the scalp lightly to indicate if you should go up or not.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby… can’t wait to feel more of you…”

I think with Hyunjin would be so soft about it. he would treat you like a delicate stone piece, taking intensive care of and cautious as to not break you— at least in the first time and with your consent. He would look at you with gentle eyes and hold onto your face as you start to insert his length into your mouth. While moaning and sighing in pleasure, he would look down at you, gently stroke the sides of your face and scratching the back of your ear, affectionately looking at you being slowly corrupted by him.

”Ah… you’re so beautiful like this…”

Jisung would also be very cautious with his actions and would try to not harm you—key word; try. Again, just like Minho, he can lose himself in pleasure at time, so he might accidentally start tugging in your hair to harshly or maybe thrust his cock further down, making you pinch him back to reality so he could go back to reality.

“I’m sorry… it’s just so… you’re so good”

Felix is another gentle baby. He would for sure not give you any pressure and allow you to experiment on him with your mouth. He will speak up if uncomfortable or painful, but most often than not is that he’ll enjoy you being wrapped around him, and would constantly praise you and tell you how good you make him feel.

”wow… you’re doing so well… fuck“

Seungmin’s really cautious and he‘s hyper aware of your state. He’ll be very attentive to every motion you’re doing, and often helps you out when struggling. You couldn’t fit the whole thing? Let Seungmin handle it by guiding your head. Gag reflex? It’s okay, he would have you take it slow. Just so you both have a wonderful and safe time, then that’s all that matters.

”Yes… just like that…”

Jeongin would also be similar to Seungmin; cautious to an extent. He does however make it more lighthearted rather than constantly asking about you. You gagged, he would slow down while jokingly saying how excited you were, kind of like that. All in all, sex isn’t something that’s meant to be serious, just as long as you’re having fun while doing it.

”Woah… somebody‘s excited… shit…”

[urimaginespimp]

A Half-naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas.

Bucky x Reader with fever.

Thank you @daredarling for the “you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you” idea.

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You should’ve known better than to race Sam under a thunderstorm last night. Waking up the next morning, you had a massive headache, your muscles felt sore, and you were shivering.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes says you’re half an hour late in training.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke, making you groan and bring your comforters above you.

“Tell him to fuck off.” you muffled under the sheets.

Barnes… He has been nothing but a pain in the ass to you. To this day, you don’t know what you’ve done for him to dislike you this much. And as if his snarky comments and glares thrown your way wasn’t enough, Steve actually paired you both for missions and trainings.

If he wasn’t so handsome you would’ve cut him already. If Steve allowed you.

Loud bangs hit your door outside. “Y/L/N you’re already 30 minutes late! That’s 5 laps extra for you!” You could hear the irritation lacing his voice.

Maybe if you ignore him long enough, the pest would go away.

“I know you’re in there!” He followed up after you ignored him.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up, with the blankets still wrapped around you, and weakly waddled your way to your door, not bothering to open up your curtains. Opening the door, A frowning Bucky was looking down on you. If you weren’t feeling so shitty, you would’ve snickered at his expression.

“Barnes why are you so obsessed with me?” your cracked voice barely managed to finish asking.

He was observing you from head to toe, noting how pale you are, and shivering under a huge comforter despite that your AC was off.

“You’re stupid.” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Well, you’re not that sma-”

“Will you shut up and go back to bed? You look like you’re about to drop dead any second now.” He interrupted you, his face still stern with no emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back and weakly made your way back over to bed, pausing to groan as you remembered you forgot to close the door.

“If you’re still there, could you please close the door.” it almost pained you to even be so polite to him but you blame it to being sick.

Finally managing to lie back down, you stared up the ceiling when you heard the door finally shut gently. Sighing, you were about to let sleep take over you when something caught the corner of your eye.

Bucky was by the closed door, taking his shirt off over his head. You let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“You’re sick.” he replied nonchalantly, while kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his sweatpants and socks.

“And taking off your clothes is supposed to make me feel better?!” you were trying to support yourself with your elbow, facing his way. “And I meant that you close the door before leaving.”

“I don’t want to die of heat while taking care of you.” he replied in a duh tone before entering your bathroom to fetch some warm water in a basin.

You were still trying to process what he was getting at when he finally went back out, now basin with steaming water in hand.

“You got a clean towelette I can use?” has asked as he placed the basin on the foot of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s by the third dra- what the hell are you doing again?” you caught yourself as he was opening your drawers. “Because if you’re trying to kill me, doing it while I’m defenseless is just beneath you.”

“Didn’t think your IQ could get any lower but you’re sick so I’ll let this pass.” He rolled his eyes before soaking the cloth on the water. “I’m nursing you. Now lay flat and still so the cloth won’t fall off that forehead of yours.” he instructed, again sounding so casual.

You followed his orders before realizing that this whole ordeal was still very weird. “I’m sorry, I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He went by your head and placed the cloth on your forehead, making you sigh at the warmth it brought your chilling form. “Steve will have my head if he finds out I knew you’re sick and let you die.”

You stared at him deadpan.

“And partners are supposed to be taking care of each other.” he muttered, making the side of your mouth twitch.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you.” he lightly threatened when he noticed your mouth twitch.

“Fair enough. And I should probably tell you that I’m prone to get mentally confused when I have fevers which is a normal symptom, but just letting you know in case I start saying something nice.” you chuckled.

He went over your mini fridge and opened a bottle of water to drink.

You look at him, noticing that he was starting to sweat a lot from the heat. His skin was glistening making you mentally kick yourself from staring.

“You got underwear?” you found yourself asking, making him choke on his drink.

“What?”

“I-I’m just saying i-if you’re that hot, you can just take off your sweatpants and I won’t mind.”

“You’re saying I’m hot?” he chuckled, having fun twisting your words, making you flush. “Hey, color’s back on your face. Maybe I should get you all flustered more.” he teased further.

“Shut up Barnes, I meant that the room’s too hot for you because the AC is off. You’re sweating like a pig.”

“Save the excuses, Y/N. You won’t mind if I’ll just be in my boxers?” he smirked at you as he took his socks off and started working on untying the strings of his sweats.

“Puh-lease, Barnes, it may come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen enough men in boxers. You’re not that…”

You trailed off what you were going to say when you noticed that this was a different kind of boxers. Why were they so tight?

You thought he meant boxer shorts, not boxer briefs. Dammit.

“I’m not that…?” He asked.

“I forgot. Fever brain.” You shrugged, diverting your eyes away from him. “Anyway, why are you so nice to me? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” He contradicts, placing his hands on his hips.

“Uh, yeah you do.” you paused to let out a cough. “You always make fun of me or provoke me in front of everyone else.”

“And how do I treat you when we’re alone, especially in missions?” he raised his brows at you, expecting that you’ll put two and two together.

“A lot nicer actually.” You muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that the team keeps insisting I have a crush on you.” he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would they even think that?” you chuckled.

“It’s Sam’s fault. He tricked me.”

“What?”

“He was being all hypothetical, saying what if I was only allowed to date someone from the team and who would I choose. And I uh… may have said I’d choose you. And everyone else heard.” He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

It was your turn to smirk at him. “And why me?”

“Stop that. You look like a smirking corpse.” he snapped at you defensively and cleared his throat. “It’s just that you were actually really nice to me when we met. Didn’t feel like you were masking apprehensiveness like everybody did when I first got here.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” you had the courage to tease him, seeing how flustered he got from telling the story.

“This is not how you treat your nurse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, a nurse in his underwear. Very ethical. And I’m not your supervisor, but I think brooding is not advisable.”

“And now as your nurse, I would advise you to quit talking and get some sleep.”  he playfully glared at you. “I’ll be by the chair to constantly check on your temperature and replace the cloth on your forehead.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Barnes. I’m starting to think the team’s right.”

“Ma’am flirting with patients and vice versa is frowned upon. Now sleep.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

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While you were finally snoozing for over an hour, gentle knocks were heard on your door.

Standing up from his chair, Bucky quickly made his way over the door to prevent more knocks from disturbing your sleep, forgetting that he was still only in his boxer briefs.

Opening it slowly, he was met with three pairs of wide eyes belonging to Steve, Sam, and Nat.

“Hey you guys, could you keep it down? Y/N is getting some rest.”

“Uhuh… I bet she needs it.” Sam replied slowly, still wide-eyed, noting how Bucky’s slightly sweaty.

“So… when did this happen?” It was Steve’s turn to speak up.

“Oh, just this morning. She was running late and I came here with the intention of punishing her for it but I ended up taking care of her.” He explained in a low voice, still oblivious to how their teammates were getting a totally different idea.

“Woah.” Nat muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, I guess her muscles are all sore because she was moving so weakly, and her voice is all hoarse now when she talks, and -”

“Look we’re happy for you, but TMI, Buck! TMI.” Steve cut him off and the three of them scrambled away from your room, with Sam muttering he didn’t need the unwelcomed visuals, and Nat screaming for Wanda.

Now left alone and confused by the doorway, he was trying to figure out why they reacted that way when it finally clicked.

“Fuck.” he whisper-yelled, knowing that the teasing was about to get worse.

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Final Part

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