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madamechrissy · 2 months

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♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Facesitting, explicit sex, blow jobs, breeding kink, like Satoru needs to breed you fr lol, little bit of getting tied up, light dom/sub elements, then mentions of death and light angst

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here! (Gojo's POV in itallics)

Chapter 9 - Masterlist

Chapter 10

“Gojo… this is too much.” You're standing in front of four big red bags of clothes he had ordered, and he shrugged with a smile.

“Maybe I want you to stay here all the time.” He pulled out an empty drawer of his huge black dresser, and you feel your tummy flip flop. “You can have this one.”

“A drawer? Are you sure?” He was so casual, shrugging and smiling back at you, handsome as fuck.

“We've damn near been sleeping together for two weeks. We might as well have some clothes for you here.” You nervously bite your lip, carefully pulling out the pretty dresses and cute tops, scanty little shorts that made you flush.

“You want me all slutty hmm?” He grinned big then.

“Absolutely I do. When you're just here with me, you might as well be.” You giggle, starting to pack the drawer full. “Next we'll basically be married.”

“Oh stop!” You shoulder him, never sure if he's joking or serious, but he's grabbing another little bag, and you realize it's full of lingerie. “That's for you isn't it?”

“I'd look so pretty!” He holds a lacy pink bra to his chest and you burst out laughing shaking your head at the vision.

“You would!”

“I'll wear it for you baby.” He winks and blows you a kiss, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Thank you. It's all so nice. I really appreciate it.” You two kiss, and you feel so comfortable in his room, like it's as easy as breathing, like you could stay and not leave.

“Of course. I know I was a dickhead this morning.”

“You were. I'm still mad. A little less though.”

“I also got you a toothbrush.” He slid a hand into the final bag, and there was a fancy electric brush that was extra. You smile.

“Now we're definitely married.” You tease, and his smirk is devilish.

“Knew it. Just gotta get you pregnant now.” He growled the words, hand on your lower tummy. You feel that fucking ache for him hit hard, crying out just a bit. “You like that idea a lot. Just pregnant all the time with all my babies.”

“All the time? How many baby Gojos?!”

“Mmm at least three.” You sigh, shaking your head.

“Three is okay.”

“Gotta get on that first one. Skip a pill would you.” He lowered his hand, and you instinctively arch against him, gasping. “So fucking easy.”

“Mnh fuck off.” He bit the other side of your neck then, leaving the healing bruise alone, tearing the flesh and making you slick and wanting against his fingertips. “Speech.”

“Boring.” You laugh breathlessly. He picks out an outfit for you then.

“You should put this on.” You nod, and he helps you out of your blazer and business skirt, sliding the little white crop tank and pink shorts on you. Your nipples are on full display, and he grabs your soft breasts, squishing them in his big hands.

“Speech.”

“You're annoying.” He grimaced, looking you up and down. “And really fucking hot.”

“So are you, annoying and really hot.” He kisses your nose, and you can feel your chest tightening with how much you felt then.

“All right, let's go work on the speech. Wanna do this in my office?”

“That works! Oooh do you have snacks?”

“Of course I do. I'll bring em up and meet you there.”

You head to his office, taking some papers and a pen, gliding smoothly against the paper as you start. Gojo came back with a ton of little chocolate cookies, popcorn, pretzels, mini donuts and chocolate bars. You feel yourself full of fondness for him and his goofy self.

“My lady.” He bows, and you curtsey.

“Many thanks Sir. Oh gosh you do have a sweet tooth!”

“Fuck yes I do. Let me grab something to drink.”

You continue jotting down ideas and points Gojo could make, and he comes back with little bottles of different flavor sodas of all kinds. He opens you one up, and then asks the device to play jazz, creating a calming atmosphere, so comfortable. He was leaning behind you, filling you with his clean scent, a long arm on either side of your chair, hand gently brushing your bare shoulder.

His very being distracted you, making your mind wander, thinking torrid thoughts that seemed insatiable. He hummed a bit, looking at your paper, touching you so gently you leaned back in the chair, sighing happily. “Should just all be singing your praises, law school girl.”

“No, no. It's your speech. Okay so I'm thinking of…”

You and Gojo fall into a comfortable mix of silence and concentration as you both work on your own papers, taking turns snacking and popping treats into each other’s mouths.

Soon it had been well over an hour and your eyes were growing tired. You peek over to see his progress, and he’s super concentrated on everything, hunched over the paper. You get a look at it, and then nearly snort your soda out of your nose.

“Satoru! Really?” He peeks up all innocent batting those lashes with an angelic little smile.

“What?” You roll your eyes at his attempt at feigned innocence.

“That's what you’ve been doing? It’s just a drawing of Sukuna on a dartboard with a fucking dart in his head!”

He grinned, laughing like a mad man, holding it up with pride. “It's a good fucking drawing too! Admit it, you know it is.”

You sigh, hands on your face, struggling to hold in your laughter, holding your tummy as it burst out, making you shake with it. “Yeah, it kinda is.”

“See! I'm so talented.” He pulls you between his thighs, spinning the chair, bringing you to where his head was against your breasts.

“Very talented.” You are brushing back his hair, soft under your fingers, thinking how irritated this would have made you before, but now it was endearing somehow. Deeper and deeper you fall.

“I’m talented in all kinds of ways.” His voice gets husky, his hands sliding down your bare waist.

“Mmm. Let's do more later.”

Gojo snatches you up, popping you on his desk. Your arms fall around his neck with ease, scooching your hips to the edge of it.

“Why do you look so fucking delectable on a desk?” He purred the words. “Come on little brat.”

He helps you down, leading you back up to his room.

He's kissing you passionately, and then he turns you around, and leads you over to his side table, opening it to reveal all sorts of things that might as well have come from some erotica.

“Have I shown you any of this yet?”

“I… what is this, some red room of pain shit?”

He chuckles and plays with your breasts now, making you sigh as he shows you more in the drawer with his other hand. “Nothing too wild here. Handcuffs, rope, gags, blindfold, whip and anal plugs. Lubricant for days, but you sure the fuck don't need that with that waterfall.”

“Nothing too wild? You’re talking to the girl who literally has done almost nothing.” You instantly cover your face in your hands and he eases them down.

“Ah-ah. Don’t be embarrassed. We don't ever have to use any of this. It's just there. If you ever want to try anything just ask me.”

“What if I'm vanilla? Would it be boring?”

“No. You could never bore me.” He caresses your cheek, turning your head so that he could look into your eyes, your ass pressed against his body, wanting. His words reassure you.

You fall deeper into the abyss that is Satoru Gojo.

“It’s cute how innocent you are. I just love corrupting it.” His tone grew dark, and you trembled, mind whirling with wild fucking images.

“I mean a couple of them seem interesting…” You admit, still shy though Gojo had seen you in nearly every way. “Maybe being tied up wouldn't be so bad? But I like to touch your body a lot..” You pressed a hand to his chest and he placed one over yours too.

“We could do a loose knot on your wrists for now. And if you don't like it we can just be vanilla.” He was smirking, you nod, burying your face shyly against his chest, inhaling his scent.

“I trust you.” Gojo somehow has you naked and in some fucking pirate worthy knot in mere seconds, before you can barely blink. He pulls your wrist down a bit, glossy lips smirking.

"Too tight?”

You test the ropes, shaking your head, and then he gently sits you on the bed, standing over you, tilting your chin up. You eagerly look down at his cock, licking a lower lip, and enjoy the instant reaction you see.

“Want it in that pretty mouth?” You nod quickly, and sit there patiently, hands unable to grab him. He's ridiculously gentle as he frees his cock from his boxers and places it in your inviting mouth, moaning softly, hands in your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft.

Each stroke you tried to lick different areas, finding what made him tick, what made him lose control, enjoying the tension in his arms, in his voice as he was whispering your name over and over like a mantra. You peek up and see his head is back, veins in his throat prominent, before he peers back down.

His eyes are animalistic, unreal in how blue they'd become with his eyes dilated to pin points. Eyes like the sky. You tasted the precum on his tip, tongue swirling, lost in him.

He pulled away suddenly, and you pouted, wanting more.

“I was having fun!”

“Time for my fun.”

He laid on the bed, on his back, legs hanging off and feet on the floor. He beckons you with a finger until you straddle him, pulling you higher and higher until your legs are on either side of his face, fucking scandalous you think.

“Satoru!”

“Sit on my face, baby girl.” He ordered, and you hesitate, making him yank you by the rope now, until you're bent forward, pussy right open in his face. “Getting shy again?”

“What if I like, suffocate you?!” He laughed, and you jolted as it hit your sensitive pussy.

“Please suffocate me, baby, I want your cum all dripping on my face.” You moan, and he's anchoring you, making you struggle with your core for balance and then his tongue is sliding up your slit, and you're nearly screaming in pleasure, arching against him. His slurping noises are obscene as he drinks your desire.

You're trembling, riding his face now, your hips going back and forth, cumming hard when he moans against your puffy little clit, vibrating it. As pleasure strikes through your body, he's literally fucking inhaling you at this point, hand gripping your ass hard. You fall apart on him, crying out, shaking as you grind on his face, tongue fucking you through it.

You struggle to get up, it was too much, but he holds you there, and a finger drifts up from the wet entrance of your pussy and up to your ass entrance, making you tense, he slides it in the tiniest bit, a fingertip, continuing the ridiculous pace of his tongue. At the new and foreign sensation along with possibly your favorite thing in the world, Gojo’s pussy eating expertise, you rock back and forth in mindless pleasure.

You fall backwards when the orgasm rocks through you hard, he hangs on to your hips, you’re so weak. You see Gojo's face is drenched and shimmering under you as you’re straddling his chest. You laugh like mad, breathy, and he's grinning like a psycho with you.

“That… that tongue is like the devil.” You mumble. He laughs, sitting up and sliding you down, positioning you above his cock. You throw your head back, trembling, as he uses the rope to pull you down onto his length, slipping in your throbbing pussy with ease.

“See I told you, you’re freaky. You liked that, becoming my little slut.” You didn’t deny it, simply sinking back down on his cock.

“Yes, yours…” You mumble incoherently, his nostrils flare at your words, their intent clear as you keep his gaze, rolling your hips on him, pressing him so deep it ached.

“That's it.” He caressed your breasts, before taking your tied hands and leaning them on his chest, pushing you forward more. “Yes, sit down on this cock. Mmm. Just like that.”

His words pushed you further every time he spoke.

“Mnh! So good I-fuck!” Gojo hit some spot deep, and you started to feel your climax hitting again, as he slid a hand down to your clit, making you come then and there. It pulsed through you, your entire body reacting, pussy tightening around him again, making you weak.

“You're taking me so well.” His voice was quiet, words so calm, sucking in a breath as your pussy soaked his stomach as wetness seeped out, cunt pressed so tight around him.

“Love…” Don’t do it. Too soon. “Love… this. Love your cock. Feels so good, so so good.” Your words ran together, slurring like you were drunk damn near, the ecstacy shut your brain function down.

Satoru raised a brow with a half smile. As if he fucking knew what you meant. “I love this little pussy, too. Fucking goddess riding my dick.”

You struggle at his words, knowing he literally looks like a god, you were merely a mess barely able to hold it together.

Gojo's dick is stretching you further beyond your means, and your orgasm rocks you so hard again you can't move anymore, trembling, gasping for breath. His dick is against your walls, impossibly harder, and he's fucking into you now, tearing you apart, slick sweat forming between your bodies.

He shoves up into you hard, tensing then, pretty white teeth biting his lower lip, those dilated eyes narrowed, thin brows low. “Do you want this cum inside you?”

You nod fervently, hanging on to him as best you could, but then he flips you on your back, tied arms up above your head now, shoving your legs up against your chest, cock going in impossibly deep. You cry out in pain as it fills you too much, too much. He grabs your face as his arms press your thighs flush, pussy open to him fully.

“You'd be so pretty with my fucking baby in you.” He whispered, and it made you wetter, more sensitive, pussy throbbing for his cum to fill you, for more of his words that did nearly as much as his touch.

“Put one in me, please, Satoru. I promise, I can take all of it, all your cum… Oh please.” You’re begging him, without any of his prompting, and watch the madness fill his gaze as your body bumps up and down with each powerful stroke.

“Take it all then.” He bit out the words, and then shoved all the way, bottoming out nearly, you scream, wiggling, and his cock pumps his hot cum in you, pulling just a bit back to shove it in more. Satoru groans, his own body shaking, kissing you. You drink his soft moans as he and you both lay there, cum starting to fall out now.

“Satoru…” He eased out of you gently, untying your wrists with deft hands, and began rubbing life back into them. They'd gone numb.

“You like wasting my cum, little brat.” He made you tense, then his fingers shoved it back in you. Again. Again. Again.

“Ah! Fuck…” You’re sobbing now and he's cooing above you.

“What's wrong, little slut?”

“N-nothing. I can take it.” He smiles, clearly pleased, long fingers easing out. He shoved them in your mouth, so deep, gagging and choking you, making hot tears start falling.

“My pretty girl is crying?” You nod, gasping, pussy still throbbing from your orgasms, struggling to come down to Earth. “Clean all this mess you made.”

Gojo kneels before you, and you get on your hands and knees, ready to do whatever he asks, but your body is weak. Mind weak. Gojo put his cock in your mouth, still massive after cumming, big hand grabbing your messy hair and wrapping it around his fist.

You eagerly lick and suck tasting a mix of tanginess and sweetness. You'd do anything for him, to please him, it was pathetic what he made you into. You're sucking off both of your cum, his trembling hand the only sign he wasn't in total control, shoving deep in your throat, and you took him as much as you could. He tilts your chin up, looking down at you, wiping your sticky tears and pulling away.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered, brushing your hair back. “You did such a good job.”

“I did?” You ask, and he exhales, hugging you to him, caressing you so gently. You were still crying however, your chest heaving with your sobbing, unable to stop your shaking.

“Hey, hey, you alright baby?”

You nod, clearing your throat, snuggling against him. “It was just a lot… like too much…”

“Overstimulation?” You nod, and peek up at him, eyes still glittering with tears. “You can tell me to stop whenever you know. I want it to be fun for you.”

“No, I like it a lot. A lot. It's just also really overwhelming. Like losing my mind. Then when I come to I'm just…”

“Spent.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I'll take it easy with you next time. I'll make it sweet.”

You giggle at that, breathing still erratic. “You, sweet sex?”

“You doubt me?” You nod and he glares. “I can be sweet for you. Recover, and next time I'll show you. Make love to you and everything.”

“Mmm don't believe you.” He laughed, rocking you in his arms, pecking little kisses all over your head.

He pinched your cheek. “Let's clean up and get you some dinner.” He picked you up in his arms, and your head fell, tired against his chest, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Mmm. Kay.” You mumble, and he takes you to his bathroom, starting a shower. “Gojo we'll just fuck in there and I'm really exhausted.”

He smirked back at you. “I will not, if you just try to not be such a dick hungry slut.”

“Dick! Am not!”

“No?” He turns to you, naked, gorgeous, and your pussy is hurting, wrecked, but you realized he was kinda right.

“Nope.” You lie. He grins.

“Liar. All right, get in here and let me wash you up.” You walk to the large shower, marble and granite tile, three shower heads. It was luxurious.

The steam is hitting you, hot water is pounding on sore flesh, and Satoru Gojo is there, taking care of you.

You love it.

***

Two days later

You had woken up, getting ready as was routine, anticipating seeing Satoru, but then you peered down and saw it. A call from your brothers. Then a message, asking if you were okay because they knew how hard today was. You frown, brows furrowed in confusion, then it hits you like a goddamn tidal wave.

The tenth anniversary of their passing.

Had you been so happy lately you didn’t remember?

A decade since the world shattered, leaving you with a gaping hole where your parents once resided. It all starts hitting you, the guilt you felt for them having died and you having been in that car, having survived. It starts to shatter your psyche, your lungs cannot get air, and then you’re hyperventilating, blood pressure so high your ears are ringing and you’re bright red.

“No. No. No.” You hold your head, shaking it, hands in your hair, and then you fall apart.

You can’t let anyone see you like this. Every year you take off for this reason, but today it’s worse. You were so happy. How could you be happy today? What did it mean? Were you just so far entrapped in Satoru that these thoughts had been shoved away? Maybe you were.

You wanted him with you so badly. You craved his comfort, his voice, his touch, but no way could you bring him into this.

An hour later the world feels blurry, muted, devoid of the vibrancy it once held. Every corner echoes with their absence, every scent triggers a memory, every sound a phantom whisper of their laughter. You look to their pictures, making it all fucking worse, thinking of the jewelry you had of their ashes that is just shoved up in a little box because it hurt so bad.

You couldn’t tell him. He couldn’t see this dark side of you. The panic stricken anxious mess. You had to keep it together or he’d be scared, and fuck if you hadn’t fallen head over heels for him. He texted you. You were never, ever late. You ignored it, though it hurt to do so.

He called then, and you took a shaky breath, trying to pull yourself together. “Hey Satoru, I’m sorry… I can’t come in today.”

“What? Are you okay?” Gojo asked softly over the phone. You struggle to find the words as you peer at the picture of your family. Happy. Smiling.

“Um… I'm kind of exhausted. I'm so sorry, Satoru. I'll definitely come to the work tomorrow though! I will be at the award ceremony too. I won't miss it. It's just today.” You couldn't bring yourself to tell him. The truth felt too heavy, too raw

You hear a sigh. “You never call in, fuck you’re never even late, so I got worried. I just saw you… is something wrong?”

“It's not… I promise I want to see you. I swear. I just can’t come today, I’ll make up whatever tomorrow.” You whisper the words. He's silent but you can hear him thrumming his fingers on his desk.

“Of course you can miss today if you need to. I'm never gonna be that asshole boss again to you. You work hard enough.”

You exhale in relief, smiling. God things had changed so much. “Thank you so much. I… I'll miss you until tomorrow.”

“You're being sweet, now I’m really worried. That's just weird. Do you need me to check on you? I will come over now.”

“No, I'm good!” Liar.

“Hmm. Okay, tonight?”

“No no don’t worry. Promise. Just need rest. I'll text you later.”

It hurt. You wanted to ask him to stay, wanted him to come over, his hug, his presence. But how could you put that grief on him? When it's still so new. He couldn't see you this way. Disheveled, mascara streaks, hair fucking messy and wearing his clothes for comfort. You wanted to drink wine, eat ice cream and fucking cry and it was just 9 am.

You missed them… and a new found pain was here, the pain you felt because you wished so terribly he could have met them… you…

“Baby, you there?” You clear your throat at his concerned question, shaking yourself out of your reverie.

“I'm here. Sorry. I… have to go. See you soon, promise.”

“Baby girl… I…” You nearly broke down at that. As he then said your name so softly. “Call me if you need anything, okay? Please let me know you’re okay.”

“Thank you, Satoru, I will! Promise.” You hang up, and place the phone on your dresser, then you just slide to the soft carpet below, curling up in a ball and holding yourself.

The call ended, but a knot of guilt twisted in your stomach. Gojo was trying and you were lying to him. Even if his antics sometimes bordered on the absurd, he was always honest with you. Why couldn’t you show him your full self, when he was so uniquely himself?

Because you were terrified to lose him.

You'd have to call your brothers now, to support them. You'd have to make sure to call your grandparents. You know this was even harder on them. But you didn't really wanna think today. Didn't want to feel. This overwhelming grief that shouldn't be here after this long. But it's always this day, always…

Fuck. You hated today.

***

The day dragged on, lonely after you’d cried it out with your brothers, with your grandparents, punctuated by the silence of your empty apartment. The echoes of your past had hot tears streaming down your face, blurring the memories that refused to be silenced. Blurring everything.

You choked alone on your grief.

Your stomach growled because you had not eaten since last night, and it was now about Four PM, but you wanted to vomit. You just were a ball of despair on your little couch, cuddled still in Satoru’s clothes, wishing you would be brave enough to answer his call, his text, but you weren’t brave. You still hadn’t even told him how you felt, so scared of everything.

You were just a crumpled mess of blankets and tears when there was a knock on the door. You didn’t bother to answer, to respond, just lay there, and then you heard it, his voice. You ached to get up, to go to the door, but you could not bring yourself to move, to have him see you in this way, so weak and pathetic, the opposite of him, so strong.

He was calling out your name, and before you knew it, he just walked in, a bag of food from his favorite place in one arm, looking to the right and then the left before those bright blue eyes landed on you. Gojo's smile faltered, the usual playful glint in his eyes replaced by a worried frown. He instantly put everything down and walked over to you.

“What the fuck! What’s wrong?” He sat you up, brows drawn together, studying your red puffy face. “Baby girl, please, you can tell me. Did something happen?”

“N-No.” You shake your head, your whole body is shaking.

“Come here.” Then Gojo took you in his arms, a silent embrace that somehow understood your pain, even though you had not told him why. He just held you there so tight.

You clung to him, your body trembling with a grief you couldn't articulate. He didn't ask for explanations, didn't push, just held you tight, his warmth a beacon in the darkness. For a while, you just stayed there, letting him sway you side to side, sobbing against his chest, inhaling his scent, and you realized that his presence truly made you feel whole.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” You were sobbing out the words, and he was shushing you, shaking his head, brushing your messy hair back.

“Why are you sorry? Stop that. I’m here, okay?” You nodded, gasping for breath, arms around his neck. He eases you back a bit, and you’d never seen him this way, as if he were afraid for you. He gently caressed your face. “Wanna talk about it? It may help.”

You take a small breath, and he hands you the box of tissues, you take one gratefully and blow your nose. He waits patiently. And you love him so much it hurts your heart in an entirely different way.

“Thank you for being here. I didn’t mean to worry you.” You smile sadly, hand on his face. He puts his atop yours, leaning into the embrace, attentive gaze unwavering on you.

“I have been worried sick all day but I didn’t wanna be a psycho. More psycho than I already am.” He smirked a bit, and you let out a tremulous smile. “I figured I’d just leave work early when you wouldn’t write back.”

“I’m glad you came. I should have just told you.”

“Told me what?”

“It’s the tenth anniversary of the car crash.” It’s silent, save for his steady breathing and your erratic breaths. His hand tightens on your own, letting you speak. “I get sad every year. I feel guilty. Especially this year, because I damn near didn’t remember, I’ve been so… happy with you.”

He held you against him again, firm, arms wrapping tight as he pulled you on his lap. “Why would you feel guilty about being happy?”

“Because… it’s like I’m forgetting.” You break down again, and he’s there for you, so sweet, so strong. “Fuck I didn’t want you to have to see this.”

“We’re together now. You’re mine. I will see you like this and it will not change any fucking feelings I have. Got it?” His words were husky, voice breaking, holding either side of your face. You fall apart worse.

“I… should have… told you. Fuck. I just…”

“Shh, stop.” You’re shaking, and his grip is tight. “Don’t you think they would want you happy?”

“Yeah.” You blow your nose again. “But I feel bad.”

“Stop that. You don’t think they’d want their daughter to move on? To find her own happiness, versus working herself to death and being fucking lonely.”

“Ouch.” The words were harsh, but true. He glares at you.

“This is not what they would want. I’m not them, and I didn’t know them, but I know damn well they’d be proud of you.” That broke the last defense you had, and now your tears were falling so fast tissues wouldn’t help.

“You think so?” You blink rapidly, and his smile is sad, his blue eyes just like the sky, just like him, so complex and so beautiful. And you were just a mess. And he still held you, despite everything.

“I know so. I know that when I have kids that they’ll be the most important thing to me, and their happiness.” His words made you melt. You clung to him, kissing him with chapped lips, and he clung to you, sighing into your mouth. “You’d make them super fucking proud, just look at you.”

“Look at me? A fucking mess.” You laugh erratically, and he smirks a little, pecking little kisses on your sticky face.

“You sure are. But I mean in general. Helping your brothers, law school grad, successful business woman. Kind human. There’s a lot to say good about you. You’re not just a stuck up bitch you know.” You sigh, and other thoughts converge. You get quiet. “Let me clean you up. Okay?”

You nod, then, he gently led you to the bathroom, sitting you up on your white counter, and starts running the water. He started helping you wash your face, brushing your hair. He didn't say anything then, he was just quiet, but his touch was soothing, his silence a balm for your aching soul, the presence of him bringing brightness to the darkness.

“Thank you so much. Really.” You murmur, as he applies a little vaseline to your lips, before pulling you down and turning you. You look all pink and your eyes are swollen, but Gojo is there, behind you. “You’re so pretty.” He chuckles at that.

“I know I am.” Gojo winks at you in the mirror, and he puts your hair up into a ponytail now, leaning low to kiss your cheek. “Better?”

You nod. “There was another thing that made it all worse today. And if I say it maybe you’ll think-”

“You can say anything.” He cut you off, and you turn in his arms, leaning your head back to peer up at him.

“It was worse because I thought to myself how they’ll never meet you.” Your tears burn your itchy eyes, and Gojo is silent, jaw tense, his own eyes glimmering with emotion as his thumbs brush your cheeks in little circles. He clears his throat, studying you carefully, lips parting.

“You would have wanted that?” He asked, and you felt his vulnerability then, needing that reassurance. You nod fervently, leaning up on tiptoes, pulling him down to face you.

“More than fucking anything. And I won’t have it. I even think further, to crazy shit I shouldn’t…”:

“Just say it all.” His own voice is raw with emotion. Vivid pictures of what could never be poured out everywhere as you clung to him.

“If we… I know it’s some kink… I get it. But it makes me think, if we did, have babies…” You gulped, and his eyes didn’t leave yours, jaw clenched. “That they wouldn't even have grandparents from my end.” You barely hold it together, and his eyes flicker, sighing, grabbing your face tight, making you face him.

“You are going through all this pain alone, for what?” He asked, and you shake your head, unable to speak anymore. You’ve already said too much and shown too much. “You are thinking of all these things out of your control.”

“I know. I know. And they’re stupid.”

“No.” His voice is firm as his grip. “They’re not stupid. It’s fucked what happened to you, they are things you’ll miss, but you can’t let it swallow you. Especially when I am right here with you.” You love him so much deeper than you even thought possible, fall deeper into the bottomless feelings for him, as he reassures you.

“You’re right. I appreciate you so much, Satoru, so much.” He kisses you then, firm, exhaling into your lips, arms falling down to wrap around your hips.

“It’s not just a kink by the way.” He whispered, and you tense, pulling back to look incredulously at him.

“I thought…”

“Yeah, I know… but if it happened, they’d have us. They would have all kinds of love. Wouldn’t they?” Your heart thumps in your chest at the implications of your conversation, and you nod, seeing a hint of relief, as he lowers tense shoulders just a bit. “There’s also other family of yours that I can meet. If you want.”

“That’s very true. They’d all love you.” You watch him, leaning above you, and you manage a small smile. “You have made me feel so much better. I guess I just have to try to let this guilt go.”

“I told you that you’re mine. That means I’ll take care of you.” You fall easily into his soft kisses, unlike anything you two had shared, intense in how emotional it was, the room so quiet as your body was going crazy with each touch.

“And I will be there for you. Whenever you need me. That’s pretty fucking corny, isn’t it?”

He grinned, a little sparkle of mischief back in his eyes. “We’re both being pretty corny today. I am mad at you though.”

You pout, sighing. “You are?”

“You didn’t trust me enough to let me take care of you.”

You bury your head against his chest. “It wasn’t that, I knew you would, it was that I didn’t wanna ruin this by seeing me this way.”

“You won’t ruin anything. Okay?” You nod, blissful as you two just stand there in your little bathroom, hugging. Then, your tummy growls, and you flush in embarrassment as he laughs. “Have you eaten?”

“Not since yesterday.”

“That’s what I’d thought. Come on crybaby.” You snort, smacking at him half heartedly, and he brings you back to the kitchen. “We gotta heat it up.”

“I got it.” You prep the microwave, and he’s kissing down your neck as you two wait for the food to warm up. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Gojo’s hand is hot, pressing on your tummy, the other on your waist, hands so big they nearly took over your body.

“I feel so safe with you. More corny things said today.” He smiled against your neck as he pressed a kiss to it.

“So corny. And such a crybaby. Had all that snot running down your nose.” You elbow him, and then you’re both laughing, holding your stomachs as you play fight around the kitchen.

“You were so sweet, you just had to be a little bit of a dick, huh?”

“Of course, who would I be if I wasn’t just a little?” He wiggled his brows, and then you two sat down, nibbling. Your hands still shake as you eat.

“This reminds me of last week, when you first came here.” You mused, and he nodded, hand on your thigh under the table, the weight reassuring.

“You’ll find it hard to get rid of me, now. I literally just let you sob on my expensive fucking shirt and everything.” He feigns disgust, making you laugh more. You both fall into a comfortable state, chatting, feeding each other, and soon you find yourself exhausted, yawning.

“I really need some clothes for you here.” You say, stretching in the only outfit of his here. His eyes look up and down your body.

“You like those, huh?”

You nod, tucking a strand of hair that escaped from your ponytail nervously, flushing. “They made me feel less lonely.”

You both are silent, and you curse yourself for being pathetic, and it’s on the tip of your tongue to make some joke to ease the tension, but he’s kissing you, deeply, leaning across the little table. You fall into it, breath now racing for an entirely different reason than earlier, the intensity of your feelings starting to become absolutely impossible to ignore anymore.

Loved him.

You loved him.

You felt loved, even if it wasn’t said, it was there.

His kiss was a lifeline, Gojo was your lifeline, pulling you back from the abyss of despair. You felt a sliver of hope flicker within you, a tiny spark of light in the darkness, bright as his eyes, as his soul. An ache builds in your chest, and you’re sitting on him now, cradled in his lap, and his hands are warm and hard as they’re under your shirt, on your back.

“Hmm. I’ll just have Kiyotaka bring me some clothes.” He says, and you smile.

“You don’t have to stay tonight, Satoru, it’s fine.”

“Hush brat.” He slips into his pocket, texting him, still having you wrapped around him as if it were just a normal thing. It felt so good. “I’m not leaving you alone tonight.”

You exhale, smiling. “Good, I didn’t want you to go.”

“Speak your mind more, then, little nun.” He taps your nose, and soon you two are cleaning up, and you change into your pink silky jammies, when you come back out Gojo has clothes already.

You let him get changed, and as the night wore on, you two had popped on a movie and he had blankets and pillows ready on the couch, you notice he’d cleaned up your pile of tissues. Then you were sipping on wine together. You laughed, cried more, but mostly just were so enwrapped in him that it felt like he was the very home you’d longed for.

You feel your eyelids getting heavy, and soon Gojo had taken the wine glass out of your hand. You blink a bit, so exhausted it’s hard to focus, and he picked you up in his arms.

“I’m always having to carry you all over.” He teased, and you smiled, feeling fuzzy as you lay down in your bed. Gojo sits there, running his long fingers through your hair, and sleep pulls at you.

“I sleep a lot around you… be… cuz I… comfy with you.” You mumble, in and out of consciousness. Did you even speak or think? You weren’t sure.

“Is that what it is? Need some cocaine?” You snort, snuggling deeper against the silky pillow, craving that hand that caressed your hair like it was a lifeline.

“No. Just comfy Satoru.”

“Mmm… you’re so cute when you’re sleepy.” You feel his lips press your temple, and you smile happily when you feel his weight shift, coming behind you and wrapping arms around your body tight.

“Comfy comfy… Satoru.” He laughs, and then you are drifting off to sleep, nestled in the warmth of his embrace.

Satoru stayed awake, watching over you as you slept, so pretty, so exhausted. He was glad he was ‘comfy’ as you murmured, silly little thing that you were. He was glad he could bring you any peace, for the pain you felt was like a knife to his heart, your words about you wanting him to meet your family had broken him. The sadness you bore alone…

He sighed, and his hand was gently stroking your hair, silky now from all of his brushing, earlier it had been in knots. Always so put together, he never knew how much you held in. He listened to your careful breathing, thinking how precious you had become to him.

You start to rustle, your pretty full lips parting. In your sleep, you suddenly murmured, “I love you, Satoru.”

Gojo froze then, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe his ears. The words whispered in your dreams startled him. Was it real? Was it…

“Do you?” He asked softly, craving your words then, craving your very being, pulling you tighter against him. His lips were on your ear.

“I love you… so much… Satoru. Love. Mmm. Don’t leave me. Please." His heart couldn’t have hurt more, at the desperation, even in your sleep. He felt unwanted emotion in his eyes threatening to fall.

Your words, even in your sleep, felt like a confession, a declaration of love that mirrored his own unspoken feelings, ones he was himself scared of. As brave as he acted, losing you would destroy him. Even today he’d been so scared he’d fucked it up somehow... that you were done… and he was glad he came over, glad he could cheer your pretty face up, that he made you comfy.

You were comfy to him too.

Without you, he didn’t sleep.

Gojo held you tighter, his lips brushing your hair, and fell asleep right beside you, falling into the comfortable sound of your heart beating and your steady breaths. He would do anything for you.

***

When you woke, the sun was filtering through the curtains, casting golden rays across the room. You stretch, yawning, and reach across from you to find that Gojo was already up. You frown for a moment, worried he’d left, but then the aroma of bacon and pancakes filled the air, a comforting scent that brought a smile to your face. You stand and head to the kitchen.

There he is, all tall and shirtless, fucking gorgeous man, and he’s making you breakfast. You come and smack his butt playfully, he jerks, turning and taking out an ear bud with a devilish grin.

“I could get used to this, too.” You say, and yank him for a little kiss.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He said, hugging you. “Are you feeling a little better?” You nod.

“Much, much better. This smells so good.”

“You need to eat more. I told you, I won’t have you losing this ass.” He grabs a handul and you blush, much to his delight.

“I’ll make coffee!” You pop a coffee pod, grabbing the creamer, and it’s just so easy with him, like you two had done this for years. “Are we late for work?”

“Nah it’s early still. Thank you.” You hand him a cup first, with tons of sugar as he liked, then set to working on yours. “Have a seat, let me serve you milady.”

You giggle, taking your hot cup of coffee, sitting at the table and watching him work his magic. “I didn’t even know you cooked.”

“I love to cook.” Your heart is swelling with a mix of gratitude and an emotion you couldn't quite name. He sits a plate down for you, and you both dig in, the pancakes are so fluffy you’re moaning.

“So yummy!” You continue to nibble, and he’s watching you, with a serious look on his face. You frown. “What’s wrong?”

He looks away, almost as if he was shy, Gojo shy? No way.

“Last night when you slept…”

“Did I snore?” You tease, but he’s just forking his food, seriously. “Did I take all the blankets?”

“Nah.” He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully, and your anxiety rised a bit, taking a bite yourself and trying to stay calm.

“What was it?” His eyes were bright blue as the sun filtered through the window, his hair was falling soft against his forehead, breathtakingly handsome across from you. It made you tremble. “Now I’m nervous. Just say it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking away, once again as if he were shy or something, it threw you off. You lick your lips nervously, waiting. “Well, you kind of talk in your sleep.”

You sigh in relief, laughing. “Oh, I always have.”

“Yeah…”

“Did I say weird shit?” You pick up another bite, mood cheery now, but then his next words…

“You said you loved me.”

Your fork clatters to the plate, making a shockingly loud clang, and your eyes are wide, mouth open in a startled gasp.

Chapter 11

Ao3 chap

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/142312984

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footballerimaginess · 9 months

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Fluff Alphabet | Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! Here is a a fluff alphabet with Joao Felix, hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it. Word Count: 1,347 ADVENT CALENDAR - You and Joao were like little children and had to get advent calendar's each year, each year you'd get chocolate but this year Joao made you a book calendar and he wrapped them all up and left them out in the mornings for you to collect. It was the cutest thing anyone had ever done for you.

BAKING - There were so many new recipes that you wanted to try, there were just so many you'd seen on TikTok that you wanted to make and you knew you had so much time and were ready to prepare some sweet treats for Christmas. CHRISTMAS DAY - As this season you were back in Spain, you were so excited to be celebrating in Spain with his family coming over and you were just so excited to be with everyone DECORATIONS - "There are just so many decorations here, why do you need even more?" he asked as you shook your head. "I dunno, I am obsessed with just picking up new decorations. They are cute right?" you showed him as you took the new sparkly lights in the box. "I guess, but we don't need anymore" he moaned again. EMOTIONAL - When Joao handed you your presents, you were feeling extra emotional. "This is for you" he smiled as he sat down beside you as he watched you pulling the ribbon off of the box. "Shit is this what I think it is" you muttered as you opened it up and it was the bag you had dreamed of for years. FOOD - "We just have so much food" you laughed as you plated up. "It all looks so good" you grinned as you watched as everyone played up. Smiling away as you were just so proud of how you had achieved so much in one morning. GENEROUS - You were just so generous at Christmas and had to buy so many gifts and never stuck with the spending limit. Christmas was one time of the year where you had to really treat everyone. HOT CHOCOLATE - You and Joao were snuggled up on the sofa together as you were sipping on your hot chocolates that you had just made. Laying under the blanket as you were watching Christmas films. ICE SKATING - One of your traditions is going ice skating with Joao. Despite the both of you being absolutely shocking, you still loved going yet embarrassing yourself was a talent in itself. JOY - Seeing your family all together at this time of the year was just so joyful and it was always the most amazing get together's. KITCHEN - The kitchen was a complete mess, there was just so much stuff around, where you hadn't cleaned up at all. "How can one person make this much of a mess when you are only cooking for two people?!?" you turned around as you looked at the mess. "I know it is crazy, I just kept picking up dishes and making stuff" you laughed. "I suppose you'll have to be helping me" you smirked. "Hmm, don't think so LOVE - You and Joao were so in love, this year was the first proper year where you had time to relax and just enjoy Christmas whilst you were resting and taking it easy. MARKETS - "Ooh look at those churros, can we get those?" you asked Joao as you pointed to the stand. "yes sure, but what else do you want? because that smells so good" you muttered. "Fine let's go and see what else we can get. Everything looks and smells so nice" he grinned.

NORTH POLE - You and Joao were going to Lapland, you had hinted at wanting to go for ages now. "This is so magical, but my god it is sooo cold" you shivered as you felt like you were just so cold and had no way of warming up as you grabbed his hand as tightly as you possibly could. "I feel like this is what it would be like if we went to the north pole" you let out a laugh and immediately regretted it as it was just so cold you were frozen. OUTFIT - Your Christmas outfit just needs to be comfy, it was all about your comfy clothes at this time especially as you were eating so much yummy food.

PRESENTS - The amount of presents underneath Christmas were crazy considering there were only a handful of you here for Christmas. "This is madness babe, think we went overboard" you smirked. "Nope, never" you giggled. QUEUE - The queues for the shops were just insane, all you wanted was a last few minute Christmas presents and you had been standing here for about 35 minutes now and you couldn't wait any longer. But it was slowly worth it. REINDEER - "What are all the reindeers called?" Joao asked as you were watching it on the tv. "Rudolph, prancer that is all i can remember" you laughed as you grabbed your phone and decided to google the reindeer's names. "I, Vixen and Cupid" you told him. "There are 9 but I could have sworn there was way more than that" you laughed as you showed all of the names. "There was no way I was going to remember all of that" you laughed. SNOW - A white Christmas is all that you wanted, you were just so happy and it was just so incredible. "Wow J, look how beautiful it looks. I have never seen snow at Christmas time, it is just so beautiful" you whispered as you watched the large snowflakes falling down as it hit the window. TINSEL - "What is this?" you turned around and saw Joao holding tinsel in his hand. "Tinsel?" you looked at him confused as you knew he had seen it before. "You know what it is right?" you asked as you turned to face him. "Yes but what is the purpose of it?" you shrugged as you didn't know yourself. "I dunno, just decoration. It always makes me think of my Nan so that is why I have to have some in the house" you smiled as Joao nodded, knowing how much she meant to you. UP (couldn't think of anything lol) - One of your favourite things to do was watch dinsey movies at Christmas. Your choice of film this year was UP, it was one of your absolute favourites and I just couldn't wait to watch it. Joao would moan because you never ever picked his favourite film which annoyed him, but this time it was your choice. VOICE - You hated singing and wasn't going to even attempt to sing, but Joao loved singing even though he always told you that he hated his singing voice. But you'd always catch him singing a Christmas song or two. WINTER WONDERLAND - When you were in London with Joao, you really loved going to winter wonderland. So when Joao had a break for a few days, you headed to London so you could go to winter wonderland. "This is so much fun, I am just glad we could do this again. Feels weird that we were in London for only one season, I miss being here" you replied as you walked around. "Course I miss it too, shame it didn't work out for us" he shrugged. Xxx - Christmas was the best time to be with family and you were so excited to have your own family one day and make Christmas even more special. YOU - You and Joao were so happy this Christmas, it felt different. Last year was completely different from being in England for the first time. You were excited to do something different but this time you felt so content with life and was so excited for the year. Zzz - Christmas was so hectic that all you wanted to do was sleep, you had to have a small little nap on the sofa whilst Joao sorted all his presents out because he had to get rid off all the boxes straight away. You just napped your Christmas away.

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sugar-omi · 7 months

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i saw *this tweet, and i had to write it.... happy valentines dayyyy🫶🫶💞💗🙈🙈

tags : NSFW, gn reader, multiple choice words/dialogue, rockstar!baxter but not mentioned so he could just be a pain in your ass, so ooc, he's a Bit toxic <333, situationship/FWB, bottom reader, (mean) dom baxter, creampie, mention of his neighbor having a crush on you, you're loud. the whole block hears you. he's getting kicked out tmrw--

synopsis : valentines day with rockstar!baxter.. as always, he butters you up and then fucks you like a dog. then showers you with gifts again in the morning <3

when he messages you a crude text about keeping the 14th open, not asking- telling you. you wanna hit him

but as he does sometimes, he ends up surprising you

when you go to his dinky studio apartment, you see he's set it up all nice for the occasion

baxter's in a three piece suit, there's rose petals everywhere (you ignore the heart he drew out of them on the bed...), candles, and he even decorated the table for dinner! he also pulls out the extra nice wine and cooks in front of you, not letting lift a single finger!

"you're my date, all you gotta do, is sit there 'n look pretty for me.."

it's a very nice start to your date, makes you forget that he's not always a gentleman, and that 97% of the time, he's giving you a headache

but somehow, you go from laughing and flirtatious looks, to cuddling on the couch...

to getting your guts rearranged on his queen bed.

he's gentlemanliness doesn't last long, because unless you grab him by the neck and take it off yourself, he ends up ripping your outfit

even if he promises to fix it or buy you two outfits, he's still a bully

mmm probably decides he wants to start the night off with you on top of him, makes you bounce on his lap and do all the work by yourself...

even if you're whining, needing his help to move your hips, he still won't give in! which is really cruel since he'd eat / rim you out within an inch of your life, helping you move is the least he could do!

don't worry though, because after you've reduced yourself to weak, shaky knees and watery eyes, your sex absolutely drooling slick / pre down your thighs / length,

he carries you to the bed and throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you so shallow, and so deep... you can't even think because his pretty cock is grinding against your g-spot, and he's rubbing your sensitive clit / tip, smearing your arousal all over your sex

he coos at how pretty you look too, tells you how gorgeous you are split on his cock and that you look even better with your valentines day clothes all bunched up, your makeup ruined...

is he picking on you a bit? maybe.

but he does pick one of the rose petals out your hair, isn't he so nice? <3

he's still a bully though. as always.

because by the end of the night, he has you ass up and your face buried in the pillows to muffle your moans, and you're all but sob into the pillow, clutching onto the sheets trying not to hit your head against the wall

"quiet down, before my neighbors complain about the noise again"

as if he isn't the one always rearranging your guts at 3 in the morning, or sending you some obscene video of him alone in his room, showing you just how much he misses you.

pulls you against his chest and starts nibbling on your already bruised neck, purring in your ear, still jackhammering into your tight heat.

starts talking about how that neighbor is probably listening to you get fucked, how he probably hears the bed hitting the wall and your whorish moaning, and that he's probably gonna cum in his pants just hearing you cuss, stutter, and call out his name

don't bother muffling your moans, because he pries your mouth open, shoves his fingers in and fucks you harder

"don't muffle your sounds, baby. let him hear you. let the whole fucking complex hear you."

kisses your tears off your cheek, tells you you're so good, so cute

reaches between your legs, wraps his arm around your waist to stop you from squirming, leans over you until your face is buried in the pillows again and now you have no choice but to take his dick and let him stroke your clit / cock, your sex making a big mess on his cock / in his hand.

the room is filled with sounds of shlick-shlick-shlick from your wet sex and baxter's quick, rough fucking, your loud moans and whines, and baxter's headboard about to knock the wall down.

one more deep thrust is what pushes you both over the edge, your sex squirting your spend over the bed, soaking the silky sheets, and baxter finishes inside, groaning lowly into your ear...

by the end of the night you're sweaty, there's rose petals stuck to your skin, any makeup you have on is smudged and/or rubbed off onto baxter's pillowcase (at least they're black?...)

plus you're covered in bites n hickeys, cum running down your thighs..

at least he runs you a bath and massages your aching muscles, and he even buys you pancakes in the morning! and draws a heart on the stack with syrup <33

(just ignore the plan b and the teddy bear with a note reading "sorry for fucking your brains out ♥️")

also don't be too embarrassed when you do the walk of shame out his house, just... try not to make eye contact with that aforementioned neighbor who is blushing bright red when he sees you, or the scandalized grandma... at least he's driving you home so you don't have to walk back in his clothes, looking like you just got the best dicking of your life

#valentines day #olba #our life: beginnings & always #baxter ward #smut #our life baxter #baxter ward smut #baxter ward x reader smut #baxter ward x reader

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littleracha · 1 year

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Hello hello hellooo i hope your lunch is going well!!!♡♡♡♡

I always love your headcanons and all your works so much and today i was thinking of daddy! Chan's little one that loves to go to daddy whenever anything happens because daddy should know about everyyythinggg

Like even if they can perfectly handle the situation they still like to tell him about it, spilling water on their clothes mistakenly and changing on their own easily but still telling daddy because he needs to know you are a big girl/ boy too and deserve praises for it!!

And maybe how daddy! Chan sulks when his little one stops telling him about their day or lessens it due to one or the other reason so his very strong caregiver headspace makes sure his little love is feeling all loved and protected and coaxes them lovingly and gently out of whatever bothers them, even if its something daddy did and all's good ♡♡

Haha sorry for making this too long!! Hope it won't be a bother

Xoxo 💌💌

This was amazing duckie!!

It will never be a bother!

This idea is so cute!

When you are in person you practically RUN to his office to tell him.

"Daddy! I spilled my juice"

"Oh no sweetie, where---"

"BUT I CLEANED IT ALL UP!"

"You did?!?! Well I think that calls for some cuddles!"

If he is at work, you are blowing up his phone

-To: Daddy 🐺

'Guess what happened today?'

-From: Daddy 🐺

'What happened little cub?'

-To: Daddy 🐺

'I was cleaning up my toys, and I slipped and I fell and I hurt my knee'

-From: Daddy 🐺

'My poor little one! Daddy was so sorry he wasn't home to help you. How is you knee baby?'

-To: Daddy 🐺

'It Otay. It hurt bad at first but I was a big kid and kept going!'

From: Daddy 🐺

'Just like daddy taught you, good job cubbie! Daddy is sending kisses through the phone. He will pick you up something extra special for being so brave'

But then the lessons and reminders just stopped...

Chan had no clue why. He would come into the bedroom and you would be in an entirely new outfit. Once questioned you explained you had spilled some water on yourself. He never had to ask...you always told him

We're you not needing your daddy anymore? Did you mean it when you said you were a big kid now? Did he lose his baby?

Chan's caregiver headspace went crazy. He knew it was probably overwhelming but he needed to prove that he was still useful. He cleaned up after you, changed you, cooked for you, and so much more. You couldn't even put a sock on without him stopping to do it for you.

Then came the questions. Every second of every day Chan was asking you questions. What did you do today? Did anything happen? Are you okay? Are you sure your okay? Are you sure you are sure you are okay?

Finally it became all too much! You knew daddy liked communication so you did just that.

"Daddy, can we talk?"

His heart raced and he couldn't read your expression.

"Always cubbie, what is on your mind little one?"

"Why is daddy weird?"

Okay he had to laugh at that

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Daddy is doing everything! And asking questions! Am I bad? Can I not be...umm what's the word...do you not think I can do it?"

And then his racing heart broke

"No no no! Baby that's not it. Daddy trusts you so much! He always believes in you. Daddy noticed his baby wasn't coming to him anymore and he didn't want to lose his little one. Daddy was being selfish honey. Do you know what that means?"

"Daddy isn't shell fish. I don't want to bother daddy..."

"Why would you think you were bothering me little one?"

"Becuz I hear you talk with uncle Han bout how you keep getting dis..dis..bothered when writing"

"Oh love, that was never you. It would never be you. Your uncles keep distracting daddy. You are never a distraction"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Want to hear what I did today!"

"Always, little one"

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sequinsmile-x · 6 months

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Slipping Through My Fingers

The one in which Emily and her daughter struggle with separation anxiety.

2/3

Part 1

-x-

Hi friends,

Here is part 2 of this fic! This is very fluffy and soft - perfect for a Friday night <3

Really hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: None

Words: 2.2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron smiles as he wrestles clothes onto his 9-month-old son, the baby giggling and wriggling as he gets the shirt over his head. He’d told Emily he��d get their youngest ready for the day, despite it being something she usually did so she could spend some time with Stella. He’d seen the hesitance in his wife’s eyes as she passed Alexander over to him after she’d nursed him, the guilt washing over her face as she gave up some time with her son to go help their daughter get ready for her big day.

“Okay, buddy,” Aaron says, lifting Alexander once he’s dressed. He kisses his forehead before he rests him against his chest, “I need a favour from you,” he says, patting his son’s back as he babbles in response, his fist already wrapped around the lapel of his jacket, “You need to be extra cute today, okay? Mommy is going to need it.”

It was Stella’s first day of kindergarten, and Aaron wasn’t sure if his little girl or his wife needed more support to get through drop-off. Emily was, despite her insistence that she was fine, struggling. She’d packed Stella’s backpack four times the night before, checking again and again that their daughter had everything she needed, the list the school had provided crumpled from how many times Emily had read it, the piece of paper gripped tightly in her hand as she all but memorised it. It was a level of organisation as if they were sending her to war, not a school just a 15 minute drive from where they worked, something that he’d thought but not vocalised, well aware that his usually logical wife was on edge.

As if he’s understood him, Alexander cups his face, a tiny hand on each of his cheeks and he giggles when his father makes a a show of turning his head and kissing one of his palms. He was the happiest baby Aaron had ever met, always giggling and smiling at everyone. It was something he fiercely wanted to protect, something he hoped his son would carry throughout his life.

Aaron chuckles and kisses his forehead, “That’s my boy.”

The door to the nursery opens, ending the quiet moment between father and son, and Emily walks in. A smile she couldn’t fight if she wanted to breaks out across her face at the sight of them together, how her son always looked smaller if he was in his father’s arms. They both smile, matching dimples staring back at her, and Alexander reaches out for her, tiny fists raised in the air as he squirms in Aaron’s embrace.

“Come here, sweet boy,” she says, settling him into her arms, breathing him in as if it hadn’t been just 30 minutes since she’d sat in here with him as she fed him. She looks at the outfit Aaron had dressed him in, a pair of overalls emblazoned with woodland animals and its matching bodysuit, and she raises he eyebrow at her husband. She’d bought it only the week before even though their son didn’t need any more clothes, taken in by how adorable it was as she showed it to her husband in the middle of the store. She knows that him picking this outfit on the morning of Stella’s first day of school wouldn’t have been a coincidence. Everything he did was thought about, every action purposeful in his endless love for her and their children, even down to picking something for their son to wear on a day he knows she was finding difficult. She turns her attention back to her son and hums, “Daddy thinks he’s clever, huh Lex?”

The nickname for the little boy in her arms briefly makes her ache. It came from when Stella couldn’t quite pronounce Alexander’s name when he was first born and it had stuck, everyone in the family adopting it as the moniker for the little boy despite the fact Stella could say his name now. She couldn’t explain why she was feeling the way she was, anxiety making her entire body vibrate as they got closer and closer to having to leave for the day. It felt like her little girl was growing up, a feeling that didn’t fade as she tried to rationalise to herself that Stella was four, that she was still a tiny little thing who was glued to her side at every given opportunity. It didn’t make it any easier, didn’t make the passage of time seem any less cruel as she thought about the fact it didn’t seem that long ago that her daughter was the same age as her son.

Aaron steps closer to her, his hand on her lower back as he draws her out of herself, his smile soft and reassuring as he kisses her cheek. He was waiting on her to fall apart, she knew that, but she also appreciated that he hadn’t said anything, that he knew her well enough to understand that if he was too kind to her, if he was too sweet before they dropped Stella off, she’d go to pieces in front of their daughter, and that was something she didn’t want

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies playfully, winking as he pulls back to look at her, “Is she ready to go?”

She sucks in a shaky breath and nods, a strained chuckle escaping as she adjusts her hold on Alexander, “I had to talk her down from wearing the tutu Pen got her last week,” she says, smiling when Aaron laughs, “But yeah, she’s ready. She said she wants Daddy to make breakfast for her and then she’s all good to go.”

He nods and kisses her before he pulls away, leaning in to kiss Alexander’s head before he steps back, “Anything my princess wants, she gets.”

“And she knows that too,” she hums as he goes, her laugh turning into a sigh when he’s out of sight. Alexander pats her face, vying for her attention, and she smiles, grabbing his hand to hold it in place as she kisses it, “You aren’t allowed to grow up, okay?” She says, ignoring the shake to her voice, and he smiles widely at her, leaning forward to press his face into her neck. She tightens her hold on him and kisses his dark hair, “I’m taking that as a yes just so you know.”

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Stella is fine until the moment they step into the classroom. Her enthusiasm disappears in an instant, any excitement she’d felt about the day ahead seeping out of her as she turns to look at Emily, her wide eyes full of panic.

“Mommy, can you stay?” She asks, her sweet voice shaking as she steps closer to Emily, her fists tight in the material of her jacket.

For a moment Emily considers grabbing Stella and turning around, a flash of her own anxiety made worse by her daughter’s. Her body thrums with it, and she turns to look at her husband who has Alexander in his arms and Jack at his side, looking idly around the room. Aaron smiles encouragingly at her, his love for her and their family as empowering as always, his ability to calm her down with nothing but his eyes meeting hers still as disarming as it had been since they’d first got together.

She turns back to Stella and crouches down so she’s eye level, and she smiles as she reaches out and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. She runs her knuckles down Stella’s cheek, and for a moment she’s taken back just over four years to the first time she’d ever done this, testing the feel of her skin against her little girl’s for the first time. It was a moment in time, frozen in her memories, and it makes her ache.

“Mommy can’t stay sweet girl,” she says, catching a tear that falls down Stella’s cheek, her face scrunched up as she sucks in a shaky breath, “But I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done and then you can tell us all about school.”

Stella nods and wipes her eyes, “We can get ice cream?”

Emily’s smile widens and she nods, stamping a kiss against her daughter’s forehead, “Of course we can.”

Stella sniffs, edging closer to Emily. She places her hands on her thighs, her fingers digging in slightly, “Okay,” she says, wrapping her arms around her mother, “You can go.”

Emily smiles as she pulls the little girl close and she kisses her forehead, “I love you, baby.”

“Love you, Mama.”

She takes a shaky breath before pulling back, not wanting her daughter to pick up on her wavering emotions and undo all the work she’d just done to calm her down, “Say goodbye to Daddy and your brothers.”

She stands up straight and watches as Aaron leans down, expertly keeping Alexander against his chest as he says goodbye to their daughter, making her giggle as he whispers to her. Jack hugs Stella and tells her about how good the snacks are, about the teacher who had once been his and was now hers.

Emily holds it together as they walk away, her shoulders tight as she blows out a slow breath. She looks back and sees Stella staring at her from inside the classroom, her hand held up as she waves at her. Emily waves back and smiles encouragingly, hoping her daughter doesn’t see the shake in it from where she’s standing. As soon as she’s outside, her emotions hit her alongside the fresh air, drawing a gasp from deep in her chest as tears immediately gather in her eyes.

Aaron doesn’t waste a second. He hands Jack his phone and car keys before an arm around Emily’s waist, making sure Alexander is still secure against him, and he kisses the side of her head.

“Jack,” he says as he rubs his hand up and down Emily’s side, “Why don’t you go wait in the car for us for a few minutes?” He nods towards the car, parked only a few paces away, and smiles at his son.

Jack looks back and forth between them, his eyes lingering on Emily as she looks up at the sky, desperately trying to stave off her tears. “Is Mom going to cry?”

Aaron raises an eyebrow, “Jack.”

The little boy nods and walks over, hugging Emily quickly, squeezing her all too briefly for her liking before he walks towards the car, hitting the button on the keys and climbing in. Aaron turns his attention back to his wife and he guides her over to the nearby bench.

“She’ll be okay, sweetheart,” he assures her, kissing her temple as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, “She’s brave just like you.”

Emily chokes on a laugh and wipes tears from her cheeks, “I know she is,” she says, shaking her head at herself, “I know she’ll be fine I just can’t explain it. She’s my baby,” her lower lip trembles, “And she's growing up.”

He smiles softly and pulls her closer, resting his cheek on top of her head, “It’s normal to feel like this, Em. But it’s kindergarten, not college,” he says, smiling when she pulls back and narrows her eyes at him, “We’ve got a long way to go before she outgrows us.”

She hums and wipes her cheeks, the tears immediately replaced, “I know that too,” she says, her lips pressed together as she shrugs, “It doesn’t make it feel any better right now.”

He knew what she meant. This was the second time he’d done this, but he hadn’t been alone this time like he had when he did this on Jack’s first day. He wasn’t the only single father in a room full of couples and a few single moms saying goodbye to their children. The room was the same. There were new drawings, new brightly coloured decorations, but the walls were the same colour. The desks and tiny chairs were the same. It was strange being back here again now that his life was so different to how it had been then, his past colliding with his present, a reminder he hadn’t known he’d needed until it was right in front of him.

“I know it doesn’t,” he says, leaning in and kissing her, smiling when Alexander babbles between them, his tiny hand tangling in Emily’s hair, “Would it help to hold the baby?”

She sniffs, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her jacket and she nods as she reaches for Alexander, “Yes please.”

“Come on, buddy,” Aaron says, kissing the baby’s head as he passes him over, “Go to Mommy.”

She accepts him gratefully, stamping a series of kisses to his head, breathing in the sweet scent of him as she hugs him close, “You’d best remember our agreement, sweet boy,” she says, resting her cheek on top of his head, “I’m not doing this again.”

Aaron furrows his brow as he looks at him, “What agreement?” He asks curiously, and she winks at him, her smile turning into a playful smirk.

“Sorry, honey,” she says, sounding anything but, “That’s between me and Lex.”

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mirisss · 8 months

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One Pact confessing to their crush

One Pact x gn! reader (mostly, mentions reader wearing a dress in Seongmin’s part)

One pact confessing to their crush

Wordcount ≈ 1.8k

Warnings: Some self-doubt, insecurities mentioned in Seongmin’s part (not liking how your body looks in some clothes),

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!

Yoon Jongwoo

Jongwoo tried to play it very cool when he confessed to his crush. He was good friends with you, but throughout the last 3 months, he had tried to be more touchy and do more boyfriend things. All to see your reactions and see if maybe just maybe, his feelings were reciprocated.

He gave you extra long hugs, a lot of lingering touches, kisses on the forehead and your cheeks, and even some on your nose. He gave you more compliments, he drove you pretty much everywhere, and he payed whenever you ordered anything or ate out. Each action brought out reactions from you, shocked looks, small gasps, blushing, and habits such as biting your very kissable lips, and much more.

After 3 months, he decided that it was time to risk everything. He was going to confess. Jongwoo prepared your favorite flowers, your favorite candy, and a cute plushie of your favorite animal. He walked toward your door, knocked on it, and then he waited. When you opened the door, you were shocked to find Jongwoo standing on the other side holding the flowers and everything.

You opened your mouth, about to say something when Jongwoo interrupted you. “Before you say anything, hear me out,” You just nodded in response. “I like you, (Y/n), a lot, like I’m in love with you, and I hope you like me too,” Once he finished his little monologue he gave you a cute smile. You broke out into a smile happily taking the flowers from him. “Of course, I like you too!”

Jay Chang

Jay had asked you to come to watch him do some busking in the streets, you said yes, I mean who would want to miss an opportunity to listen to Jay sing? You loved his voice so it was a no-brainer. He was so happy to see you standing there despite the rain as the autumn weather was catching up with the world. Jay noticed that your jacket wasn’t very thick so between some songs he hurriedly gave you an extra jacket that he had brought, you happily took it and put it over you.

Jay began singing some songs, one that you didn’t recognize, it took a while for you to notice that it was an original song of his because of the fact that it seemed so familiar. He sang about falling in love with his best friend, the more you listened the more you recognized the things he sang about, moments you had spent together. You began thinking that Jay was being serious, that he was in love with you.

As the song came to an end, Jay took hold of the mic, bringing it with him toward you, he stopped right in front of you, singing the last line, “I give you my heart to keep, please be mine” he reached out with his free hand toward you, in it laid a necklace with a beautiful heart charm. Jay looked nervous as he gazed into your eyes, wishing that you’d accept his heart. You took the necklace from him, holding it close to you, nodding your head. The people around you cheered and clapped their hands, happy for the new young couple.

Oh Seongmin

Seongmin did not plan on confessing the day that he did. He had a whole plan and everything, however, he ended up throwing the plan away when he sporadically confessed. The two of you were out shopping like any other day the two of you did some serious shopping where you bought things you needed and also some joke shopping where you picked the ugliest clothes you could find and tried them on. Sharing a laugh at the ridiculous outfits you put together.

“Minnie, I have to buy a new dress for that event next week, help me find a good one?” “Of course,” He smiled brightly as always, leading you into a store that displayed many beautiful dresses, all of which would look amazing on you, he thought. You looked through many dresses, finding some that you wanted to try on. After finding 12 dresses that you liked, the two of you headed over to the fitting rooms. You tried on the first dress, it was beautiful but the fabric wasn’t very nice, it was a bit itchy, so on to the next one it was. And so you continued for a while, no dress felt 100%. You were now at the last one. The fabric was soft and nice, the color complemented your skin wonderfully, when you stepped out of the changing room, Seongmin felt his heart racing, you looked absolutely stunning.

“Woah,” “I know, it doesn’t look good at all, on me I mean, the dress is perfect, but not for me,” “What do you mean? You look stunning, amazing,” “You’re only saying that to be nice,” “No, I’m not, I’m being honest. (Y/n), look at me,” He turned you around, standing behind you, the two of you faced the big mirror in the fitting room. He gazed at you lovingly as he explained each detail that made you look beautiful. “You’re perfect, (Y/n), always have been and you always will be in my eyes, because I love you,” The second he said it, he realized that the words had slipped from his mouth. “You love me?” “I’m in love with you, (Y/n), I truly am,” You turned around, now facing him. “I love you too, Seongmin, will you be my date to the event?” “No force in the world could stop me,”

Yeom Taegyun / TAG

Tag didn’t know how to bring it up in a conversation. He had tried for months, yet whenever he tried, the words escaped him. He could write thousands of songs and sing and rap without a problem, but facing the love of his life and telling them that he was in love with them was impossible. After consulting with one of his good friends, Jongwoo, he was given the idea of writing a love letter. One letter turned into ten. He had so much to say and once he began writing, he just couldn’t stop. The words and emotions flowed out of him as a river running down a mountain.

Tag began secretly sending you these letters, one each week. You were surprised that you had a secret admirer, but you were very intrigued, trying to figure out who it could be. Telling Tag about all of your suspicions and the candidates for the position. Tag was disappointed when he wasn’t one of them. He persisted and kept sending you the letters, each one making you feel more and more special. “Tag, you don’t understand the way this guy writes is just magical. It’s like he’s painting a picture with words. No one I’ve dated before has ever said these things or treated me like I’m special, this guy makes me feel seen, like he loves me for me and not my body or something superficial,” After that conversation, Tag went home to write a new letter, one he would give you the day after.

When you woke up that morning, a familiar envelope lay in front of your door after being delivered earlier in the morning. You ran over to it, opening it immediately. The text inside shocked you to your very core.

Dear (Y/n), unless I’ve been unclear in earlier letters, I’m in love with you. To me you shine as bright as the sun, coloring my world in bright light, bringing me to life. You are so much more than just your appearance, your soul and your being makes me believe in angels because you must be one. I’ve tried telling you how special you are for years and I’ve tried to confess my love for months, yet whenever I look into your sparkling eyes and see your smile, I can’t think. I get lost in your beauty. I’ll be waiting at our spot by the Han River from 12. If you reciprocate my feelings, come meet me there, if you don’t, just forget about this and don’t show up. I’ll get over it. But please, I hope you like me too.

Love, your Taggy

You looked at the clock, it was 11. You got dressed and began your commute over to the spot where you and Tag always hang out. Ready to kiss him on the lips because you too had loved him for years.

Lee Yedam

Yedam, like Seongmin, confessed accidentally. He was torn between whether or not he should say something or not, he could come up with equal pros and cons to confessing and not confessing. He truly didn’t know what to do. So in his torn and tired state, he took out his phone, and wrote a long message to his good friend, Jay, asking for advice on if he should confess or not. What he didn’t notice was that he clicked on your name instead of Jay’s in his messaging app.

* Yedam, who is it you’re thinking of confessing to?

* (Y/n), of course. Who else? Jay come on, you know I’m only in love with (Y/n)

You were shocked to read your own name, and then see Jay’s. Yedam thinks he’s messaging Jay, and not me.

* Right, sorry. Dude, Idk what you should do. Maybe just say it?

* But what if she doesn’t like me back?

* I think you’ll be fine, Ye

Yedam didn’t react at first, but then he saw it. The only one who calls him Ye is you. He looked at the contact, clearly saying “(Y/n) 💕🥹🥰” and not “Jay-hyung 👍”

* (Y/n) omg, um, this was a joke. Okay, hehe, a joke

* so like don’t think about, okay?

*Ye, tell me the truth. Do you like me? Like you know, like like me

It took a while before he answered

* Yes. Please don’t hate me 🥺

* Come over to my place so we can talk face to face?

* Already on my way!

Yedam hurried over to your place, scared and nervous, yet a little excited. After he knocked on your door, you opened it within seconds, before he could even say hello, you put your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours and kissing him. “I like you too, Lee Yedam,”

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kittiwittebane · 1 year

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Part 6!!!!!!!!! (can’t believe i got this far lmao) ROLLERSKATES AND COUNCIL BOYS PART 6 :3

I’m listening to ‘Hayloft ll’ while writing the first part of this. I don’t even know if I like the song, I just like the beat.

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Willow ran up the stairs from school one day, completely ignoring her fathers who usually asks about her day. A giddy feeling had overridden her regular schedule, skipping a lot of it to get ready for a date with Hunter. She went through her entire closet attempting to choose an outfit for the date. She hadn’t even told her dads she was going out, but nothing could stop her from either way. She held up a green playsuit to her. She smiled with a giggle, tapping her feet on the ground happily. The playsuit was sparkly. It was a light green with green flowers and dark green shades, topped with sparkles here and there with the arm and leg holes frilled. As it was going to be cold, she wore black fleece-lined leggings over the bottom half of the suit and a nice yellow and green cardigan that had a swirl pattern on it. Unbeknownst to her, her fathers were watching her. She was so into this that she basically forgot that she lived with people. She did her hair in a ponytail, leaving two strands of hair at the front of her head out like bangs. She put her hair clip in, the flower one with eyes.

“Willow what are you doing?” Gilbert, her dad finally asked. WIllow jumped, startled by the sudden voice.

“What?” she asked, still processing the moment’s existence. Her dad repeated the last statement he spoke.

“What are you doing?”

Willow looked around. Her usually spotless room was covered in a sea of clothes, clips and sparkly bow hair ties. Her throat went dry, unable to assemble a working sentence.

“I- uhm,” she stammered, “I…”

Willow wanted to tell her dads she was going on a date, but there were many things that told her not to. Things like the fact her Papa, Harvey, was there and he didn’t want her to date yet. She’d also have to explain why that made her mess up her room so badly, and that would be difficult.

What was she meant to say? “Sorry Dad, Papa I got asked out and I’m going on a date and that made me mess up my room because I’m not responsible enough to contain my feelings.”?? She decided to keep her mouth shut.

“Well?” Gilbert asked. Willow refused to speak. Her fathers looked at each other in confusion. Willow had never lied, refused to speak or anything like that before. They shrugged it off as nothing and Willow, now self-conscious, continued to get ready. Hunter has offered to take her to the annual sightseers ‘Fire Sunset’. It was a sunset that occurred once a year. It was the darkest orange and reds and the sun was extra yellow. Everyone gathered with loved ones to share the evening with them. Usually it’s tourists, because each family here has seen it before. But this was different. She was going with Hunter. Not her family. It was a date. It truly was beautiful. She kissed her dads on the cheek before slipping out the door, not even letting them ask.

Willow arrived at the Fire Sunset seating place, a spot picked specifically for the best view of the sunset for a large number of people. Hunter, however, had other plans.

“Hey Hunter!” Willow looked at her boyfriend, and obviously couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked. He was wearing jeans with a black shirt and a red, orange and brown flannel on. His hair was slicked back and once again he had a badly hidden bouquet behind his back. He was also wearing a backpack.

“I got this for you.” He mumbled nervously as he pulled out an arrangement of tulips, roses, peonies, magnolias and daffodils. Willow blushed and took them. He was just too adorable. He was about to become even more adorable.

“Last year I found this place where the sunset and moonrise are visible and I thought maybe you would want to go there with me?” Hunter suggested. Willow bit her lip and nodded. It was amazing enough as it was, but now he wanted to go to a place alone? He was no longer just adorable, but adorkable.

(Yes , that just means adorable dork)

His face lit up so cutely. He took her by the hand and led her to a place on a thin mountain, (The ribs) and he set up a picnic blanket and a couple of things that she had no idea cost him everything he could find around the mansion.

The sunset began and they sat down and settled in a place. A cool breeze drifted through the air and Willow rested her head on Hunter’s shoulder. Returning the feeling, Hunter put his hand on Willow’s shoulder and brought her closer to him. He rubbed her shoulder with his thumb. Willow smiled to herself, adjusting her head and watching the sunset. The sun went down and the moon began to rise. Willow had fallen asleep by the time the moon had risen fully. Hunter took the responsibility to take her home as any boyfriend would. He scooped her up and let her down, packed up their stuff and put it all on his back. He then picked her up bridal style. He hiked all the way down the mountain while admiring Willow sleeping. Her soft breathing just made him love her more. With every sound and movement she made Hunter fall for her even more. Once he was at the bottom of the mountain, a few minutes passed of taking a break and Willow stirred.

“Hunter?” she asked.

“Yes?” he gently brushed his hands through her hair, as he had positioned her in such a way in which she was laying on his lap. She looked upwards and stretched before getting up.

“Oh my titan, did you walk all the way down the mountain holding me?!” she exclaimed frantically.

“Yes, why?” Hunter had no problem with that. Willow’s hands covered her face.

“Ugh, you should have woken me up, it must have been such a hassle, having to carry… this… all the way down the mountain.” she groaned. Hunter’s eyes widened in interest.

“Are you calling me weak?” he queried playfully. Willow’s eyes showed only shock as she looked at him.

“No! No, no, no, I wasn’t calling you weak! I’m just like..” she chuckled. “Really fat.” she finished. Hunter’s heart shattered.

“You aren’t fat, Willow.” Hunter murmured. Willow’s eyes travelled over to Hunter.

“Look, that’s sweet but you can’t deny what is true.” She smiled. “It’s fine, I accept it.”

“No, you aren’t.” Hunter declared stubbornly. Willow smiled.

“And why is that? Look at me!” she tried to play it off with a fake laugh.

“Exactly.” Hunter grunted. “Look at you.”

“What?”

“You might be big, or chubby or… squishy?” Hunter suggested. “But you aren’t fat.”

“What does that even mean?” Willow giggled.

“Fat is an ugly word, and your… beautiful.” Hunter said confidently until ‘beautiful’, which he mumbled. Willow kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks Hunter. It means a lot.”

Hunter malfunctioned. His head began reeling with questions. But he just smiled and gave in to Willow’s affection.

“How about we go out for Milkshakes?” Hunter proposed. Willow nodded without saying a word.

Hunter and Willow went and got their milkshakes, and as it turns out they shared the love of the exact same flavour as their favourite. Goreberry and spider. It was a milkshake that was flavoured with goreberry ice cream, goreberries, whipped spider eye cream with the spider legs from a Honey spider demon, which tasted like honey. They shared one with two straws, giggling and avoiding eye contact so that they didn’t erupt into a fit of laughter. As it turns out, sharing a drink with two straws was funnier than it was romantic.

Willow offered to walk Hunter to his street, as he didn’t want her coming near his house. She didn’t know why, but Hunter didn’t feel like explaining it to her yet and she was fine with that. She did remind him like 100 times a day that communication is key. As they got to their street, Willow spotted Hunter’s uncle waiting for him, as did Hunter. Their reactions were very different. Willow wanted to greet him but Hunter didn’t even want to see him. They were just behind a building and Willow began to slow jog towards his Uncle. Hunter’s only thought was: Get her out of there!

Hunter grabbed Willow by the collar and swung her around, accidentally slamming her against the wall. He wasn’t thinking straight and pushed them both against it.

“What was that for?” Willow asked, rubbing the back of her head. Hunter apologised but he saw his uncle walking towards them. He didn’t know they were there and he didn’t need to know either.

“Run.” Hunter whispered urgently to Willow. She tipped her head.

“Why-”

“Go into the forest. Go around the block and don’t come near this street, nor my house!” he hissed.

“But-”

“JUST GO!” he snapped quietly. Willow was taken aback by his sudden anger. “Go!” he repeated. He dragged her near to the forest and pushed her into it. She fell over but that was the least of Hunter’s concerns. Once again, he repeated his words. “Go!” he hissed, running back to the building. Willow was left there confused. She got up and ran into the dense tree cover. She burst into tears, unable to comprehend an appropriate response to the last event. She cried the whole way home.

“Willow, flower, what’s wrong?” her dad ran over to her and hugged her. Willow sobbed and attempted to speak.

“I was.. on a .. d-date a-and then-n we were w-walking ho-ome and he s-s-started acting-ng straaaaaannnge!” she wailed. “He-he pushed m-me and t-told me to r-runn! He s-snapped at me-e. I’m j-just confused!” she sobbed. Gilbert comforted his daughter and she fell right asleep after that. She’d been so worked up she’d knocked herself out with exhaustion.

She woke up the next morning and got ready to go to school. Once there, she looked around for Hunter. Ok, so he’d taken the day off. No big deal.

Then the week.

Two weeks.

Three weeks…

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munsonology · 2 years

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so I noticed when I was in my stripping days, the plain looking underwear did better then the lace lingerie.

I feel Eddie is the same way. He appreciates a good lingerie, but something about a simple cotton underwear and bra gets him going. And im talking the cute ones that aren't big ol granny panties, like a bikini or midrise or whatever. He was a penny pincher growing up, Wayne always made sure he had enough, but he cannot imagine spending a lot of money on something he's gonna rip off anyways. (Plus, when yall get really freaky and rough he rips them off, you csn always just go buy another 6 pack somewhere)

First! I support our troops on the front lines at the clubs so thank you for your service 🫡 and thank you for sharing!

I’m super surprised the plain lingerie did better than lace. This is so fascinating! I wonder if the familiarity of seeing everyday style lingerie is the reason. Now that I think about it the girls on youtube show their new outfits and I don’t remember seeing any lace.

And I agree about Eddie liking you in basic pieces. Wayne did the best he could but money was still tight. Eddie wore his clothes and shoes for an extra season or even an extra year before he had to get new things, and only the necessities. So when you get back from a girls day in Indianapolis he’s kinda indifferent to see you dangle a bag from Saks in front of him. And when you take out the fanciest lingerie he’s ever seen his eyes widen more than his bambi eyes ever have before.

When you’re in the bathroom getting ready for bed, he sees the price tag and his heart drops to his stomach. “$200 for underwear?! Baby, what were you thinking?”

You poo into his room, face mask on and your toothbrush hanging out your mouth “I had some extra money from my overtime pay. It’s just as much for you as it is for me.”

“That’s a lot of money for scraps baby…”

“Sexy scraps,” you tease.

He doesn’t wanna say anything else because he sees how your eyes light up having something fancy to wear for him. He’s extra delicate with you when you’re wearing this new set, careful to not rip or stain anything.

But the next week when he sees you with a bag from the local store and there’s a pack of those Sunday-Saturday panties!!!!! and they have little roses on the waistband and a scallop edge!!! It’s fuckin ON!!! He’ll tear your ass all the way up 😭😭 these are his favs because the cotton is so soft on his dick!! Yeah he jerks off with these while you’re getting ready for work just to stuff the cummy panties in your mouth as he fucks you stupid 😭😭😭😭

Unrelated but my dad’s cousin managed a strip club and this wasn’t just any club it was known as being the most scandalous club in the city 😭 it had everything! Prostitution, drugs, fights, at least a few shootings, the police were there like every night!

And his cousin asked him if he wanted to help him out because the owners wanted to turn it around. so my dad picked me up from school (I was around 14 think) to see this club and we went inside and i immediately got sent back to the car because this place was FILTHY. Like used condoms on the floor filthy 🤮

and my dad was like hell nah I’m never coming in here again 😭 And the club closed like a year or 2 later because it was deemed a danger to society!

The one and only time I’ve been to a strip club lmaooo

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fan fiction

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bluravenite · 2 years

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Do you do ghoul HCs? If so how do you see everyone's personality?

I have talked so much with my moot friends about this!! To be honest a LOT of our HCs make no sense,, I'll list a couple below the cut!!✍️✍️

There’s a LOT…

Dew is afraid of children (he doesn't know how to interact,, they freak him out)

Dew absolutely sneaks into the kitchen at night, mountain might make him a sandwich if he's there

(dew isn't allowed in the kitchen,,, he's burnt things before)

Dew gets really soft and mushy if you catch him at the right time,, woken up hungry?? Feral demon,,, cuddled in bed woken up by soft kisses?? Mushy baby, you might even get kissed back,, but if he wakes up too much he's like "fuck off I’m to sleep!"

Aether always has a banana,, how?? Banana pockets, no I will not argue.

He keeps extra banana stashes hidden in his room and in the walls (rain keeps them for him)

He took so many bananas from the kitchen imperator had to limit him to 1 banana a day per ghoul,, sometimes the ghouls are nice and give him theirs so he can have extras though

Rain lives in the walls,, absolute gremlin,,

Rain likes to be paid in dabloons (he calls chocolate coins dabloons, he will eat the wrapper too) I cannot explain this one… it just happened…

Rain keeps Chex mix boxes inside the walls,, i also cannot explain this one but all the rain has belong to @ghostsseeghosts

I also believe Rain is a slimy boy,, not intentionally,, he’s just unusually moist at times…

Swiss enjoys those sensory dancing vegetable videos, no he's not high, he just likes dancing vegetables....

I remember making one about the kind of coffee they’d get with @nocturnal-birb ,, dew would def get like a frap with extra whipped cream and caramel fsr,,, I think mountain would enjoy his coffee black because it’s more “earthy” i think,, I don’t remember some of the rest bc i have shit memory dhjgfdhjgf

I also remember a hc I made with birb about what if Mountain’s room floor was just covered in soil lmao,, so maybe the ghoulettes saw that mountain really liked being barefoot in the garden (this is a partial projection bc I really like being barefoot in damp soil hsjfhfjhf) so they put some garden beds in his room where he can soak his feet while he cares for his plants :)

He’d also have vertical planters I think,, total plant dad,,

The ghouls have plushies,, like a lot of them,, it started off as a cute playful joke,, where cumulus gave dew a plushie because Aether and rain had their own, and Swiss was like “none for me??” So cumulus got more,, and then they just began gifting each other plushies

Dew has the most plushies bc he says he hates them even though he will 100% snuggle up with them when it gets cold in the abbey,,

They do cuddle piles with squishmallows,, rain gets squished too,, mountain is the little spoon

I think Swiss is actually a bit insecure about his fashion sense, I imagine he enjoys fashion but he rarely talks about it unless it’s with Aether and cumulus who 100% support his fashion choices and help him pick outfits,, he likes vintage and somewhat feminine styles also,, sometimes cumulus does his eyeliner! It really builds his confidence but he tends to overthink it a lot and so usually on a bad day you’ll see him wearing solid colors or blacks,, and on good days he’ll wear flowy fabrics, nice patterns, and very sexy silhouettes!!

Aether really likes rolling up his sleeves,, that’s a fact.

I think cirrus likes pants a lot,, she’ll wear big pants, flowy pants, crazy pants, tight leather pants, Amy fun pants, she likes pants,,,

Cumulus likes fluffy clothes,, idk why, she just does,,

Sunshine really enjoys sundresses (pun not originally intended),, but she enjoys dresses with pockets… although she has to wears shorts underneath bc she will hang down from the ceiling if prompted,, or unprompted….

Swiss likes peanut butter,, dew hates it,, they both eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon… nobody knows why..

This is also a personal thought,,, but I’m at least 69% sure half the ghouls have fucked papa fjhjfghgjk (especially terzo and omega but also the ghouls and copia lmao,,)

I think as for personalities rain is a secret menace,, dew is a rage baby, Aether very much the dad friend of the group, so is cumulus,, i think cirrus is very stern but loving, sunshine,,, MENACE,, WORSE THAN DEW,, will scream into your eardrums if she thinks its funny sdfhjgh… Swiss,,, Swiss is like an idiot with a dick lmao,, absolute himbo i think,, as well as mountain, i think mountain is very chill but can be playful and even scary if he wants,,

as for sexualities I’m pretty sure most of them are some form of bi, pan, or curious,, I wouldn’t say they’re strictly a polycule but I’d say they def delve!!

I also have some comfort Swiss headcanons!! If you want those <3

There’s always too many ghoul headcanons to be able to fit all of them in one post!! But lmk if you like these and if you want more I’ll definitely write them down next time jshfhsjfgsjhf💖💖🫶

#raven rambles #nameless ghoul headcanons #nameless ghouls #ghost headcanons #bluravenwrites

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lino-jagiyaa · 2 years

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silk | hwang hyunjin

day 3 the february birthday event | masterlist

genre: fluff, angst, domestic au, non idol au, suggestive

warnings: self doubt, hurt comfort(?), pet names (baby, love, etc), swearing , arguing if you squint

word count: 1.1k+

a/n: this originally was going to have smut in it but writers block was hitting me hard with this one - sorry it’s a day late as well :(

after spending the night with your boyfriend, you wake up and reach for him. but when you do, he’s not there. the only thing left of him is the addictive lingering scent of his cologne.

you check your phone, seeing a text from him.

hyune ❣️: i’m just running a few errands so don’t miss me too much! love you

he’s so cute. at least you knew were he was now and didn’t have to worry about him getting stuck at work or something. you get to spend the rest of the day with him like you had planned the night before.

knowing he’d be gone for a bit, you get up and start getting dressed and go into the living room to play with kkami while you wait.

after a while, you heard the front door being unlocked. you and kkami were excited that hyunjin was home.

“baby, can you help me with these?” hyunjin huffs as he drags in some bags

“yeah, whatcha got there?”

“oh uh, i actually wasn’t planning on getting this much.” he laughed

“but i kinda went overboard…”

“i can see that… hyune, what’s in the bags?” you question

“okay, first i went to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for dinner, snacks and some drinks. then…”

“then?”

“then i went to the mall to get some new clothes and saw some things you might like.”

“hyune”

“i know, i know. but i know you’ll like it!”

“hyunjin.”

“fine. i did spend way too much, but it was for you, love.”

he had this crooked smile on his face, still trying to convince you that spending extra on stuff was for a good reason since it was for you.

“love, i know what you’re about to say. you’re gonna tell me that i don’t need to spend money on you to show my love and that you don’t need gifts. but baby, i want to. it makes me happy. seeing how your face lights up when you receive a gift. it makes my day.”

“i hate that you know me so well. but fine, show me.” you sigh, defeated. knowing he does it because he loves you and wants you happy and you’ve got no way out of this.

"here."

hyunjin hands you two almost full shopping bags and walks to the kitchen with the single larger one he had left, which probably was the food he mentioned earlier.

you go through one of the bags to find some cute t-shirts, skirts, pants that were meant for you and few outfits for him.

going through the second bag, you notice it’s full of sleepwear.

pajamas, lingerie…

you pull out a matching set of silk pajamas. one red and the other blue.

your favorite.

along with some lacy lingerie along with some risqué night dresses.

in awe, you couldn’t help but ask…

“hey, hyune?”

“hm?,” he hums from the kitchen. still stocking the cabinets.

“you.. i didn’t know you got me these?”

“oh, the lingerie?”

“mhm”

“do you like them?”

he sounded nervous. even though he’d bought you things of the sort before, he’d never bought them in that quantity before.

you didn’t want to give him the wrong impression though. of course you liked them. you loved them. you were excited to try them on for him, but you were just feeling a bit self conscious since they were quite expensive looking and you’d never had anything like them before.

“y-yeah, i love them. really, i do. it’s just…”

you couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore. you hated when he bought you expensive things. but not because you hated gifts, especially when they came from him. but because you didn’t have much money growing up and sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve his expensive gifts. like you weren’t worth the money being spent.

it hurt having to politely decline a gift or convince him not to buy you something when out, but you could never bring yourself to explain why.

hyunjin had just assumed you weren’t much of a gift receiving person but wanted to spoil you nonetheless.

it made your heart ache to even think about it.

“what’s wrong, love? did i get the wrong sizes?”

“no, no that’s not it. it’s nothing. thank you, i’ll wear them soon.”

“baby, you don’t have to wear them if you don’t won’t to. really, it’s okay if you don’t.” he smiled, sensing something was wrong

you could feel the tears pooling in your eyes already, kkami nuzzling up to your leg as you sit with your back to the couch and your knees up to your chest.

“baby, talk to me. whatever it is we’ll figure it out, hm?”

he moved the bags out of the way so that he could sit in front of you, gently holding onto your hands as he scans your face for a response.

you let out a shaky breath before finally meeting his eyes.

“it’s not that i don’t like what you bought or that they’re not the right size, they’re perfect as always,” you laugh

“it’s just… they’re all things i could never afford on my own. but of course i’m grateful that you’d buy me these things, or anything for that matter-“

“but?”

“but, i- i just sometimes feel like i’m not enough for you, not worth the money you spend on me and that i don’t deserve it,” you start to get choked up, letting the tears overtake you.

“love, i’m sorry you feel that way. if i gift you something, it’s because I want to and because i do think you deserve it. when you’re stressed, when you have a good day, when you fail an exam or pass one. no matter the occasion, i love you and whether you have enough money to do the same or not, i always will. no matter what. you’re always enough for me. always.”

“hyune” you cry and he pulls you into his arms, placing you in his lap to hold.

“shh, baby. you don’t have to say anything, it’s okay. deep breaths for me, okay?”

you nod into the crook of his neck as he runs his fingers through your hair to sooth you.

“it’s okay, baby. you’re okay.” he says

the two of you sat there for a while. a long while. soon enough you fell asleep in his arms and he gently placed you on the couch, covering you with the throw blanket that rested on the back of it.

he let you rest for now. determined to still have a chat about all of this when you’re well rested.

taglist(open): @dadonbabysworld @lynanist @xhazmania @lix-ables @strayingawayy

#linojagiyaa #hwang hyunjin #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz hyunjin

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You sat slumped on the sofa of the Salvatore house as you waited. You’d woken that morning when Caroline had thrown the bedroom door open, dumped a pile of clothes on your bed and flung the curtains open.

You’d gotten up and dressed into the outfit she’d picked out for you. She said she was going to take the twins ice skating with Tyler. For some reason instead of sleeping in your massive bed with the fire lit all day while it snowed outside. You had to join them.

“There you are, girls! You look so cute in your outfits! (Y/N) look!” Carline called. You glanced their way and gave them a thumbs up. Tyler arrived shortly after and you were all bundled into the car. It took over an hour to get to the skating rink and by the time you got there you were feeling sleepy. The car was warm and you really were just used to sleeping in at this point. You’d been about to complain when Caroline frowned at you in the rearview mirror.

Once you got out onto the ice the ordeal became more enjoyable. The girls whizzed around with Caroline who skated smoothly along. You were a little slower and a little more wobbly. Tyler was skidding all over the place trying to keep up with you while Caroline lapped you both.

After the girls got fed up and too cold on the ice rink the group moved off to find a small cafe. You ordered a special hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom you left the group as they looked for a table big enough to seat everyone. When you returned you spotted your drink steaming on the table. When you went to sit down you frowned and turned to Tyler who was watching Caroline help one of the girls sit higher at the table.

"Did you just steal the marshmallows from my hot chocolate?" You asked and he frowned.

“Not me.” He muttered. You looked over at the face peeking at you from behind a giant frothy drink. You could see melted marshmallows over her face and a little in her hair.

“Caroline, your offspring are robbing me.” You complained.

“That’s not even the worst thing that’s happened to you today so will you stop complaining and enjoy your expensive hot chocolate?” Caroline said, without looking away from her girls as she checked up on them both before turning her attention to her own drink.

Caroline tags:

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#caroline forbes #bonniebird #caroline forbes x reader #tyler lockwood #tyler lockwood x reader #december2022

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fantasticcloudcreation · 6 days

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Rambling, food + body things

I'm making granola, probably way too much of it, it's so high cal that I don't even want to look at the numbers haha but it's gonna be like power food to get me through the day, I'll eat it with plain yogurt, it'll be fine 😅

I'm nervous about going back to work, heavy manual labor in the Texas heat, I haven't built a stage since April, I'm gonna be so out of shape strength-wise, I've been good about walking regularly but I haven't really been carrying heavy things lately, and I've gotten used to mild temps so it's gonna be hard to transition back to heat in the 90s... Good news is I'm 10 lbs skinnier, I got some new shorts for work today that aren't as short as the other ones so maybe the guys won't be looking at my butt all day, hopefully if I can manage to drive 8h each for the next 3 days I can get to Texas a day early so I can get used to the heat and buy groceries.

We're supposed to have a full size fridge and a kitchenette in the hotel room so I'm gonna be able to get actual food and not just eat out every day, I'm thinking yogurt+granola for breakfast, salad and veggies and whatever veg protein catering is serving for lunch, banana for an afternoon snack, and then easy protein foods for dinner like cottage cheese, lentil soups, etc.

Would love to be 105 or under the next time I step on a scale but I also have to prioritize health + body functions above that right now, but if I can at least maintain weight and energy levels that's fine ?? I guess ?? Idk I technically hit my goal weight for the year and I have a history of immediately gaining once the ultimate goal is reached so I'm just gonna see how it goes, don't overthink it, drink electrolytes and eat protein and don't eat crazy junk food -> actually I'm rewriting that sentence bc the new ultimate goal for this year is officially 103 so the plan is to maintain if I must but continue on my journey at the first opportunity :)

Motivation:

thinking about how confident I feel when I'm skinny, being cute and dancing everywhere and existing comfortably in my body; just casually looking skinny in every scenario and photo, taking goofy pics and looking cute instead of awkward; sitting on things and not worrying if my thighs look fat, wearing a crop top and not worrying about bloating after a meal, doing tasks at work in awkward positions but looking cute and fit while doing it, not constantly adjusting my clothes all the time bc everything just sits better;

working at hula, making a good first impression on the art team there, working on cool projects and using my creative/technical skills, learning new things but looking cute rather than clueless; and then show days, wearing cute outfits, swimming in the river, being cold at night and bundling up in cozy clothes, dancing with strangers, floating around like a mysterious woodland creature, confidence to make new friends and explore past my comfort zone

going out in rave clothes for show days in orlando, dancing and cuddling with L and feeling extra tiny next to him, also just seeing him again I know he's gonna pick me up and swirl me around lol would be nice to feel so tiny while that happens :) I finally got myself a set of real earplugs (last time he gave me his and then dragged me to a techno show hahaha) so I feel ready to go out and actually participate this time; also working with the art team over there, they were really snooty last year but it'd be cool to come in all skinny and confident and helpful this year and just radiate good vibes over them;

I gotta start trying a little harder with my work outfits this year, sometimes they look kinda grungy or like dad working in the yard vibes, but I'm trying to elevate my look just a lil bit and being skinny is definitely going to help. Less sweat, smaller thighs/legs, stronger + more visible muscles, looking better in short shorts and crop tops even though I've still been wearing them this whole time lol, big tshirts and longer shorts also look better; wearing bright colors and patterns and tie dye, all of it looks better when you're skinny;

My face looks so much cuter when I'm thinner; skinny hands and wrists on the steering wheel; muscles actually visible in my legs and arms and abs; bones ofc but they kind of get in the way at work, my hipbones are gonna be so bruised after one day; but cheekbones, collarbones, wrist bones, shin bones, shoulder bones, spine... Actually my spine also gets bruised when we have a long standby and I lean up against something hard for too long.

You get the idea. I know I've been saying how skinny I feel like basically since I started losing again which is funny but it's nice to be under 110 officially, it's like a whole new level of skinny :) can we lose another 5 lbs in the next 4-5 weeks?? Maybe, there's gonna be a lot of exercise, hot weather, no one paying attention to what I'm eating or wanting to share food with me, skinny roommate so I can't just snack all night without feeling weird... Could work out!

(God and then I'm going from TX to Florida and I actually can't wait to be so skinny and weigh myself on the stupid giant scales at Publix lmfao that's gonna be so fun)

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7/20/2024 5:13pm

Didn't journal for the past 2 days, but I'm back with more little updates!!! On Thursday, I was in my lab from 9-4:30. I actually really enjoy the time I spend in my research lab. It truly feels like I'm not working when I'm there, because I enjoy what I do and I enjoy my colleagues. I haven't posted many specifics about my lab, but it's a molecular biology lab that focuses on studying pediatric brain cancer. I helped with some surgeries & got to practice my suturing techniques. Surgery days are really exciting to me because it feels like the most tangible application of our wet lab work. After I got out of my lab, I had some self growth wins. Despite enjoying my time in the lab, I do still tend to come home exhausted. Most of the summer, I've been coming back from my lab and crawling right into bed. However, some specific tasks I did Thursday morning helped pave the way for me to avoid that post-work crash. Before I left for work, I made sure my bed was made & my desk was tidy. I wanted to make it as easy as possible for me to sit at my desk instead of crashing into my bed. This was very successful because I did end up avoiding my bed! I sat at my desk & got right to work being productive. I made some calls that I had been dreading putting off. I need to get tested for sleep apnea (I'll write more about this later), but insurance has been such a hassle. I finally found a sleep testing center that takes my insurance & set up a consultation appointment! I also called my university's financial aid office to get some questions answered about the upcoming school year. I think I'm actually going to be set to pay my college tuition & housing without too much struggle, so I'm very happy with how that turned out. After those calls, I did scroll social media for a little bit, but not for too long because I had dinner with some friends afterwards. I ate dinner + went to get boba. I had to work a desk shift from 8-10pm. My friends are also employed by the university, so they came with me to my shift. Most of the time the desk shifts are DEAD so we just hung out and talked because there wasn't much for me to do. However, I was quite overstimulated by the end of the night, and lowkey I wished they would just go home so I could sit in silence. I love a good silent moment. After my shift, I had to go pick up the duty phone for the night, because I had an overnight on-call shift. I didn't get to bed until well after midnight because my second duty round doesn't end until then. Getting to bed late on Thursday night, in addition with my sleep problems made it super difficult for me to wake up Friday morning.

For Friday, my friends and I had planned to get lunch and then go to my college town's art fair. I guess they accidentally decided to get lunch at 12:30 without confirming the time for me. I knew we were going to head to the art fair at 2:00pm, so I had just assumed that we'd eat around 1:00 or 1:30. I texted at noon to confirm our lunch plans, and they both were like "oh 12:30!". I had JUST woken up at this point, and I had nothing to wear so I was lowkey freaking out. I also desperately needed to do laundry because the outfit I had planned in my head was dirty. I texted my friends that I'd just meet them later and quickly threw my clothes in the wash. I also got ready as quickly as I could. My friend (I'll call her L), always wears a full face of makeup, has beautiful hair, and always has super cute outfits. She also eats like a bird. I always feel super self-conscious around her, so I felt extra pressured as I got ready. My other friend (I'll call him B) is just a random male coworker I befriended, so I don't really care too much what he thinks. However, he does have a bad habit of commenting on other people's meals. I get a bit self-conscious when eating around him. Because I do get a little skittish when eating around B and L, I secretly hoped they'd just eat without me. However, they decided to just hold off on lunch until I was ready. We ended up eating around 1:10 and then headed to the art fair. The art fair was BEAUTIFUL. I really enjoyed seeing all the booths. I spent a bit too much on this gorgeous ceramic piece, but I justified it with the fact that I was supporting a small business. The art fair had a lot of booths to try free samples. We tried some delicious teas, got to test some new products for the Sharpie brand (and were even featured in a video!), and tested out these unique phone speakers. Around 3:30 we stopped at Panera bread to get some drinks. I ended up buying a sourdough bread bowl, and I ripped off chunks of bread for us all to share. We felt like medieval peasants. We ended up wandering the art fair for a few more hours until we headed back to another part of campus for dinner. I had a desk shift at 6pm, and L and B ended up following me to this shift as well. Once again I was starting to get really overstimulated, and I secretly hoped they would leave lol. I promise that they are good friends, I just also enjoy my quiet time. L has a crush on B, and I have been trying to set them up. After spending all of Thursday and Friday together, they really seem to have some chemistry, so I was quite happy. This also worked out well for me, because they were so interested in each other that I could sit quietly without having to interact much. We ended up playing Fireboy and Watergirl on CoolMathGames for the rest of my shift, and I enjoyed my time a lot. I got home around 10pm, bought two bags of cheese-its and called my family. Then I called my boyfriend (we are long distance right now). We ended up having L join the call so that we could give her advice about her developing relationship with B. After L left the call, I talked to my boyfriend a bit more. At this point I was really exhausted from my day, and instead of going to bed when him and I were done talking, I stayed up for another hour scrolling social media. This was definitely a bad move on my part, because it made it really difficult for me to wake up this morning.

This morning I didn't get up until almost noon. I got dressed & went to get brunch in the dining hall. Then I ended up texting my boyfriend & scrolling social media for like 2 hours. I also sorted a bit of dirty laundry so that I can do it later tonight. Around 2:45pm I started to get really tired, so I took a nap until 3:45. I had another desk shift at 4pm, so after my nap I headed over to the building I needed to be in. I am at my shift now, and not much has happened. I've put my work schedule into my Gcal for the rest of the summer, set up my electricity for my apartment this fall, and checked some emails. It is now 5:45 as I finish typing this, so I've been journaling for quite some time. I've found it very therapeutic to get all my thoughts out, so I don't mind at all that it's taken me so long. After my shift ends tonight, I'm going to try to get some laundry done and then go to bed early. I'll update again either tonight or tomorrow. If anyone has stuck around to read all of this, just know that I think you're amazing and I appreciate you being here. Even if nobody reads this, I find it really helpful to have an 'audience'. Maybe it's somehow related to the concept of ADHD body doubling. The thought of writing to someone really helps me get my thoughts out. Anyways, I'll update later. Byeeee!!

#diary entry #journal #self growth #adhd #anxiety recovery #depression recovery

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campirebitesarchive · 2 years

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what everyone sees vs what tumblr sees 😇

🖤 i am nb (they/them) 🖤

#AJDHSJJSHSJS MY MIRROR IS SO GROSS IM SORRY #ITS WATERCOLOR PAINT WATER MY CAT SPILLED AJHDJSHHDJSJS #camshowsoff #tumblr can have some tummy as a treat #obsessed w my overall shorts I feel so cute in them 😭😭#these aren’t from today but I’m kinda obsessed #He helped me pick my clothes out this day so my outfit is extra cute 😇🥰#the holes in my bralette? u pretend u do not see them #anyway pls tell me I’m cute this morning was awful awful but I am much better and then took a nap once my head was better #still fatiguey n a bit of a headache but better than this morning #was going to apologize for the essay but this is my post who cares lololol #kinda obsessed w these I’m hot

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pocket Angel

Bucky x reader

Okay, SO CUTE LOVE THIS. I decided to do a civilian reader for a change, I wasn’t sure if you wanted avenger reader, I can def do an alternate one with that later on hehe

Warnings: FLUFFFFF

Word count: 2.8k

A lil drabble

A lil part 2

“Have y’all noticed how he’s less grumpy? He hasn’t threatened to kill me all day, and quite frankly I’m a little upset he hasn’t paid attention to me” Sam mused, whispering to Steve, both men eyeing Bucky suspiciously while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, sans his signature grumpy pout.

Bucky tried his best to keep his face neutral, but on the inside, he was giggling like a school boy. Just a few more hours and he’d be able to see you, hold you, kiss you; he had to keep his hand on his knee from bouncing in excitement.

He felt his heart leap, seeing a new message pop up on his phone. It was a picture of you wrapped up under a fuzzy blanket, wearing his Henley, the bear he got you tucked under your arm with the caption Missing my actual teddy bear :( His heart melted, looking at your pouty face, the sweet face that reminded him of home. He considered typing out a message, but decided against it, wanting to surprise you instead.

He hadn’t been away from you for too long; the mission had only taken a little over a week but you missed each other like crazy. Bucky thought about telling the others about you but part of him liked keeping you a secret from the rest of the world. It was like having a little angel in his pocket only he knew about, one that he could kiss and cuddle and keep all to himself.

The other reason the relationship had remained a secret was mostly because he was shy to even bring the topic up, plus Bucky never thought about dating, for a multitude of reasons. Aside from the danger and all that, he just didn’t consider himself dating material. Grumpy. Old. Staring problem. Didn’t know what a hash tag was. It was a miracle the team hadn’t shipped him off to a retirement home.

He hadn’t planned to start dating when he met you. It started with a trip to a small bakery after he was given the task to pick up Sam’s birthday cake two years ago. He knew he was a goner as soon as he saw the sweet girl at the counter, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back seeing your bright eyes, and a touch of flour on your nose. You slipped him an extra cup cake because the blue frosting matched his dreamy eyes. You then clapped a hand over your mouth when you realized you’d said the last bit out loud. You were fucking adorable.

He found himself going back often, always leaving with extra goodies you’d sneak into his bag. Of course he insisted on taking you out as a thank you for always giving him something extra. And then you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. So he returned your kiss with one to your nose. One to his chin. One to your forehead. And finally the sweetest one with your lips pressed together, standing outside of your door, reluctant to let go of each other. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you, his adorable little secret.

Sam’s face scrunched watching Bucky stare at his phone, trying to discreetly look at the picture you sent again. His cheeks heated up thinking about the way you’d attack him with kisses and cling onto him like a koala bear whenever he got back from missions.

The second the jet landed, he was speed walking to his room, again trying his best to keep a smile off his face. He quickly threw off his clothes, jumping into the shower and throwing on a clean set of clothes with in minutes moving as fast as he could so he could see you.

Everyone sat around the living room, sneaking glances at the all black outfit he had on, classic broody face, his bike helmet tucked under his hand as he left the building without making eye contact.

“Alright, what’s going on with Barnes?” Tony looked to Steve who looked as lost as everyone else. “He’s been quieter than normal, disappearing into the night, coming back in the mornings”

Steve shrugged; Bucky hadn’t told him anything out of the ordinary, though he did seem to be less irritable. Bucky became the topic of conversation as they tried to figure out what Bucky was up to.

“Maybe he’s seeing someone?”

“Who would date a silent moody staring machine”

“I mean if I was a girl…”

“What about if you were a girl…”

“He’s stares a lot but he’s hot! I could see how the whole lost puppy eyes and metal arm might be appealing”

“Puppy eyes?”

“He looks like one 90% of the time. Girls dig that; now pair that with his arm”

“You need help. Professional help”

“You’re telling me, if you were a girl, you wouldn’t hit that?”

“Ok ok, we can all agree he’s hot but a girlfriend? Don’t you have to be like…nice…smile…let people touch you without threatening to kill them?”

The team hummed in agreement, Bucky wasn’t the girlfriend type.

*****

You were wrapped up in your blanket with heard a knock at the door. It was late, you typically didn’t get visitors around this hour, unless…

You sprinted to the door, squealing and jumping into Bucky’s arms, nearly knocking over your sweet boyfriend. Bucky chuckled, burying his face in your neck, inhaling the sweet scene of vanilla that always lingered on your skin.

“Hey my angel” Bucky’s thick arms wrapped around you, sweeping you off your feet, kicking the door closed with his boot before carrying you over to your room. He peppered kisses all over your face till he reached your bed, flopping on top of you, pulling you close to him.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

*****

The team gathered downstairs, surprised to see Bucky arriving in the same outfit he was in yesterday. He wordlessly passed by them without sparing them a glance, the collar of his leather jacket coving his neck. Odd.

“So…what do we think he was up to now?”

“He’s in a biker gang”

“He’s in a cult”

“What’s wrong with you man?”

“More plausible than him having a girlfriend”

“Professional help. I’ll schedule you an appointment”

*****

Everyone gathered around the living room for a movie night, and while Bucky desperately wanted to ditch them and see you instead, he knew they were getting suspicious. He huffed, his arms crossed, pouting the entire time sitting on a bean bag while Steve bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the mini internal tantrum Bucky was throwing by himself.

Bucky groaned, getting up to grab another beer, reminding himself he’d be able to see you soon. Another hour of this and he’d be able to sneak out and cuddle you again, just one more hour. His phone rang, the lock screen lighting up on the coffee table. His phone never rang. Sam sat up wide eyed looking at the name that lit up on the top.

Pocket Angel

Everyone looked at each other wide eyed as the phone continued to ring.

“Answer it!” Tony hissed, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Do I look like I want to die?” Sam dead panned but he was curious too. And it was still ringing. And then stopped. And then a text message popped up.

See you soon bubba, I miss you x

“Oh my God, he actually has a girl friend!!” Sam howled, clapping a hand over his mouth when Bucky walked back, his eyes growing wide when he realized he left his phone back and there was a missed call.

“Whose your little pocket angel?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a shit eating grin on his face. Everyone stared at him, their eyes twinkling, smirking waiting for him to answer. Bucky’s face blushed a deep pink, stuttering, looking at the floor.

“I-I’m in a cult” Bucky groaned internally, you’re a trained assassin you absolute fuckwit.

“You’re in a cult…”

“Yup”

“Told you so”

“Will you shut up, tell us more. What is this cult about, what’s it called, whose the angel-

“I’m the angel?” Bucky rubbed a hand over his face; he didn’t even know why he was still trying to defend this.

“We know you have a girlfriend punk” Steve snorted while Bucky shifted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “No wonder you’ve been sneaking around everywhere”

A small smile crept on Bucky’s lips, immediately vanishing when everyone collectively aww’d and whistled at him.

“Awwww he’s blushing!” Sam clapped his hands wildly; cackling, absolutely loving the way Bucky was getting more and more flustered.

“Fine, I’m seeing someone, can we please drop it” He grumbled, his cheeks still dusted pink.

“Absolutely not, who is she, why haven’t we met her yet and when do we get to meet her” Tony gave Bucky a pointed look while everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, who’s the mystery girl who’s putting up with your mood ass”

“How long have you been seeing her for anyway”

“2 years” He mumbled, only to be met with a bunch of yelling and 3 cushions thrown to his head.

“WHAT THE HELL BARNES”

“2 YEARS?! 2 FUCKING YEARS?”

“Invite her for the next movie night, come on, please” Nat pleaded. She loved the team, she really did but it would be nice to have another girl around for a change.

“If I invite her over, will you all shut up?” Bucky huffed, running off to his room, while everyone else cheered. A teensy tiny very itty bitty part of him was secretly excited for you to meet everyone.

*****

Movie night

Bucky left the compound on his bike to get you. The team started laying out snacks, everyone giddy with excitement to meet the one who was able to make the super soldier blush. As much as they loved teasing Bucky, everyone had agreed amongst themselves to be on their best behaviour. They figured Bucky was still working on showing his emotions and physical touch was still probably sensitive area for him. However he acted around you wouldn’t be any of their business.

“So we all agree, no teasing him, no making them uncomfortable, no one’s going to call him out for being grumpy?”

Everyone nodded, grinning at each other when they heard the faint rumble of his bike pull to the compound.

You clambered off his bike, nervously clutching onto the bag of cookies you had baked for everyone. Of course you knew who the avengers were, and you’d heard plenty about them from Bucky. He tolerated loved them, you knew you didn’t have to be scared but you were anyway.

“You okay angel?” Bucky felt your hands tremble in his as you made your way towards the entrance.

“Just nervous” You whispered, as Bucky put his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you babydoll, nothing to be nervous about. I’m the one who should be nervous; they’ll see what a sweet heart you are and wonder what you’re doing with me”

“Nope, I love you too much” You giggled, leaning into him as he led you through the compound towards the living room where everyone was gathered. They turned around, staring at you wide eyed, poorly masking the shock on their face. They weren’t sure what they were expecting but this wasn’t it.

“Everyone, this is my sweet angel, y/n” First of all, Bucky was smiling. An actual smile. He had his arm around you, gently stroking your waist as he gazed at you with heart eyes.

“Hi” You were tucked into Bucky’s side, smiling shyly at them, your hand resting on his chest.

Everyone greeted you, blinking, trying to hide surprise. They honestly couldn’t tell what was more shocking; he called you angel, he was smiling, he had his arm around you, he had heart eyes for you, what the hell? They were definitely not prepared for what was to come later that night.

Also you were adorable. You were a little ray of sunshine and it was just all too much for the team to handle at once.

“You guys can start the movie, we’ll grab a few snacks and join in a sec” Bucky led you to the kitchen while everyone was struggling to keep from screaming.

“He called her angel?!” Nat squealed, unable to contain her excitement.

“She’s so fucking cute!” Sam sat flabbergasted, glancing over his shoulder, watching Bucky hug you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder, face buried in your neck.

You returned with the cookies on a plate (immediately all gone within seconds), sitting on the couch with Bucky as the movie started to play. You kept a bit of space between Bucky, not sure if he’d be comfortable with sitting to close to him when everyone else was round. You squeaked, feeling his arm pull you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. You giggled, feeling his beard tickle your skin as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Bucky it tickles” You whispered, squirming in his lap, to which he chuckled, holding onto you tighter.

“Too bad, want to cuddle with my baby” He smirked, peppering your cheek with kisses, completely in his own world with you. He cupped your cheek, pressing a sweet soft peck to your lips before you snuggled against him, relaxing in his hold.

No one. Absolutely no one paid attention to the movie, except you. Bucky’s focus was entirely on you, hugging you close to him, kissing you every chance he could get. Everyone else’s focus was on the two of you, specifically on Bucky and how love drunk he was for you.

“You want anything angel, I can make you some hot chocolate” Bucky wouldn’t have even been able to tell you the genre of the movie they were watching, all he wanted to do was cuddle with you and take care of you all night. “Come doll, I’ll make you some”

Bucky effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you into the kitchen, setting you onto the counter while he got started on heating up some milk.

“Who the hell is this guy” Tony hissed, whispering to Clint watching Bucky tuck a hair behind your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear.

“Seriously, can someone explain?” Tony looked to Steve who was blushing, watching Bucky swipe whipped cream onto your nose, kissing it off right after.

“He wasn’t like this in the 40’s, I can’t explain this”

When you both returned, Bucky pulled you into his lap again, his lips brushing your cheek.

“I love you” He whispered, while you giggled, your eyes still on the screen, his eyes on you. You hummed, your face heating up when he hugged you tighter.

“Doll, I love you” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, trailing kisses onto your skin.

“Bucky, watch the movie” You hissed, trying to contain you laugh over the way your needy boyfriend pouted, wanting you to say it back. He cupped your face to make you look at him, his cheeks flushed, a goofy grin on his face because he was so utterly in love with you. And you where here. With his family. He no longer had to keep it a secret, he could show you off to the entire world, his perfect sweet angel.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you my Bucky baby” You whispered, smiling softly, wrapping your arms around him, kissing his forehead before snuggling into his chest, sleep starting to creep up on you. You let out a little yawn, to which Bucky grabbed the fuzzy throw blanket, pulling it on top of you.

“You sleepy baby?” You shook your head, though you closed your eyes, the warmth of his arms and the steady beat of his heart started to lull you to sleep. Bucky smiled at the way you were curled up on him, kissing the top of your head, stroking your hair while you slept. “M’so lucky to have you angel”

A whimper and obscene snorting noise interrupted everyone’s focus from you and Bucky, Tony, Nat and Clint, turning around to see Steve reach for the box of tissues, grabbing one before passing it to Sam, quickly dabbing his eyes and blowing his nose.

“For fucks sake, are you two crying?!” Clint’s face scrunched up looking at Sam trying to discreetly wipe his eyes, sniffling into his tissue.

“I-It’s the movie” He stuttered, Steve nodding his head vigoursly in agreement.

“We were watching Rush Hour, what the hell were you crying about” Tony snorted, turning off the TV and the movie came to an end. The team looked back to the couch where Bucky had also fallen asleep, with you tucked safely in his arms.

“They’re so cute” Nat gushed, seeing you nuzzle into Bucky’s chest even in your sleep.

“So that’s his little secret” Clint mused, as everyone started to quietly get up, not watching to disturb you both.

“You okay there ice pop?” Tony snickered looking at Steve who was looking at you both like a proud mother hen. Steve nodded, sniffling watching the two of you snuggle each other, blissfully in love. The name Bucky had for you was perfect, you really were his angel.

Adding this mini bonus because I can see it happening, @anghstybean you inspired this 🥺

He’s such a teddy bear.

Imagine you come around the compound more and the team sees just how soft he is for you.

Sam and Tony collectively lose their minds when they hear you call him Bucky bear, baby bear, cinnamon roll, Jamie, he’s too in love with you to care that they call him that now too.

Imagine the hydra agents face when Tony tells baby bear to go to the west wing and they see all 6ft + of the winter soldier burst through the door.

Pillow forts. Esp after missions.

He cooks for you on his days off (and it’s amazing, Sam’s sister has taught him a few things)

Foot rubs. Back rubs. He kisses each toe while gently squeezing your feet. He grazes your back while lying down on his chest, the both of you watching TV.

And it never gets easier for the team to watch because just when they think they’ve seen it all, Bucky does some cute shit and their surprised all over again.

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