#and cook and eat at reasonable hours so i can sleep earlier

[tenrose]

My therapist give me "homeworks" and it seems so complicated and emotionally draining on a paper but he told me that my own avoiding mechanisms are in fact worse and more complicated I just don't realize...

[nor-4]

Taking care of Sick Geto

Geto Suguru x Reader

"Geto let go I'm gonna pee" You said as you tried shaking geto off, it's been around 8 hours ever since both of you found out that geto is sick.

After that it's like you are trapped in a cage since geto wanted to hug you all day. "Nooo.. Can you hold it for a minute?" he murmured in your chest as he held you waist a bit tighter which makes you wanna take a pee more.

"I'm sweating bullets, it's already hot and you decided to hug me.." You tried reasoning as you try to shake of from his arms, "Not my fault you looks so huggable" He said as he readjusted his arms almost hitting the bowl from the night table that is filled with soup from earlier morning that you made so the medicine will be more effective for him.

Once geto re adjusted you took the advantage to get up from the bed which made the bed rise a little.

You and getou's shared house is not too fancy like those houses you find on pinterest, but sure is cozy and warm that makes you feel really welcome. A type of house that you will be comfortable to have a sleep over with, pantries filled with foods and snacks that geto sure will be nagging about when both of you are out for grocery, those neat looking kitchen that those Asian moms would love.

The living room that kids love because of those consoles and games that geto own, it's a safe place for both of you when all you just wanted was to hug each other while watching.

"I think I'm gonna die.." Geto said looking at you as he was sitting on the floor on the door of the bathroom like a kid as you do your business on the bathroom, "You're not don't worry." You said as you are scrolling through your phone.

"what's taking you so long? Are you shitting?" he nagged you again while giggling, his voice is a bit deeper, more raspy and airy than his normal voice. You always tease him about that because you said that he sound like a kid Justin bieber.

"Maybe you wouldn't know." You shrugged as you wash your self up and flushed the toilet really quick so geto wouldn't even try to take a peak, "Ewww it stinks" Geto acted as he pinch his nose as you walk by.

"Stop acting, you won't act like that later on when you couldn't breath on your other nostril." You said as you headed down stairs to make both of you a meal, this will be the third time that both of you eat. It's very rare for both of you to eat more than three time a day, you guys only did this when either both of you are sick.

Geto followed you like a lost kid as he walk lazily around the house, "I'm not feeling vegetables right now" he complained as he sat down near the stove so he will still be near you.

"Then don't eat, might as well make your cold worse." You stated as you started chopping the vegetables as geto sang lazily to the song you played, it's a habit of you to play music while cooking. Geto remembers the time when he wasn't sick he would dance around just to annoy you or just to enjoy the time with you.

You remembered the time where geto memorized the whole choreo of water by tyla just for you to watch him dance the whole song.

Your mind didn't have the capacity of a phone nor the smartest person on earth. But you remember every detail of it, you remember how much he made you so happy, how much effort he did just to make you laugh after a very busy and stressful week.

"God you're so beautiful.." Geto whispered as you looked at him seeing him looking at you with agape mouth, "I think I should marry you for the 100 times... Noo it's not enough, I should marry you on every chance I get. You know if you are sick, like really sick that there is no other cure than for me to die. I would rather die happy that I get to be loved by you."

Geto said this the time you said yes to him being your beloved of your life forever. He still remembers every detail even the tone he had while saying this, he always have a deja vu everytime he says this it was a good deja ju. A euphoria of the time where he vowed to never make you feel unwanted, unloved or anything that will make you sad. The time he vowed to love you in every aspect of your life, the time he said gratefully that he will love you even as a worm.

"You're being-" you are about to talk but geto keeps shushing you, "Oh girl now let's not ruin the moment." he sassed as you giggled while handling him the plate.

"I'd rather eat dick than eat vegetables all day.." Geto said raising his eyebrows on the vegetables, as you laugh smacking the sickness out of his system.

[lw6-woso]

Mama y papa (wonze x reader)

(gif not mine)

being the youngest Barca player comes with it negatives and positives to say the least.

you signed up for Barca when you were just a few weeks away from turning 16 straight from the Barca academy, because you were still young and had other personal reasons the staff thought it would be best if you were lived with one of the girls. at first, the plan was for you to be placed with Alexia, however, plans changed and you were set to stay with Lucy and Keira who had also just joined Barca that season, so it was all new for the three of you with the new club and getting used to the new routine. over the first couple of months, the three of you bonded fast and had gotten into a routine fast, you helped both girls with learning Spanish, it was a slow process but they had gotten the basics down.

it was coming towards the end of your first season at Barca and the night before the champions league final and you were set to be in the starting 11 for the first time, you have obviously been subbed in for more matches than you would have thought but this was your first starting match and you were really nervous.

the three of you were sat eating some food and the girls had noticed how quiet you were but they didn't want to ask just yet.

you had finished eating and you were washing all the potts and Lucy was drying them since Keira had cooked.

"hey you okay you have been quiet tonight" Lucy said.

"yeah I'm fine," you said not looking at her.

"okay you know you can come to us" Lucy said and you nodded.

you finished the pots and went to sit on the couch next to Keira and Nala.

Keira kissed your head and you put it on her shoulder as Nala came and sat in your lap, and soon after Lucy followed sitting next to you.

we peacefully watch a movie when you whispered "I'm nervous about tomorrow"

"Hmm," Lucy said.

"I'm nervous about tomorrow I don't want to disappoint Jonaton and the girls," you said.

"oh, kid you won't you deserve this you have been such a good player I'm surprised you haven't started earlier this is your moment okay I promise you we will all be with you on that pitch" Lucy said and you nodded.

you continued to watch the movie and then once the credit scenes rolled on the screen you said good night to them both and went upstairs to bed hopefully getting a peaceful night's rest.

however, as the hours went by it was now 30 minutes after midnight and there was no sign of you getting any sleep.

you got out of bed and straight across the hall to Keira and Lucy's room and lightly knocked on the door.

there was a light, yes and you walked in to see Lucy somewhat awake and Keira fast asleep.

"what's the matter kids," Lucy asked.

"I can't sleep," you said and she patted the bed for you to come join. you joined in bed with her and she wrapped her arms around you.

"I'm sorry," you said.

"hey it's all good your allowed comfort and support" she said.

"but I'm 16 I should have to ask for comfort like a little kid" you whispered.

"16 or not doesn't matter," Lucy said.

"can i tell you somthing" you asked.

"im all ears" she said.

"ive always thought as you and Keira as my parent more than my actual once even though its been a year you have shown me more love than they ever have that why i never speak to them anymore and why i had to live with a team mate and not just my parents i asked to be placed with one of yous and I'm glad it was you two " you said and her grip on you tightened.

"i love you to" she said.

after talking for a while you fell asleep in Lucy's arms and all your nerves and feelings left your body.

[barcalover86]

I'm not allowed to love you

Part 1 here

Summary: You are too young for Gavi, but he can't help but fall in love.

"It's just weird to be taken care of.. my fan, you know?

"You nodded your head, understanding him completely.

"Then I'll pretend I'm not your fan." you say it seriously and he smiles lovely.

"Thank you."

Then he leaves the room with his crutches, leaving you alone.

This is going to be hard.

It's been 2 hours since you were standing in the living room alone. You thought plenty of times to go upstairs to Gavi, but first you didn't know where exactly he was, and second, you were really shy.

All of this caught you by surprise and it was hard to take.

But as well you couldn't stay there all night long, doing nothing. You didn't even know where you were placed to sleep.

So, just when you found the courage, you walked upstairs, looking for the boy. After all, you were his maid.

You knocked on some doors until one finally opened, revealing Gavi.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you, but can you help me with some things, please?"

He looked at you and nodded before walking you to a different room.

"This is going to be your room, you can leave everything here. Feel free to feel like home." he smiles.

"Thank you so much. And um.. what do you want to eat?"

He thinks for some seconds before answering you.

"Do you know how to cook pasta?"

"Yes, yes, no problem."

He smiles.

"Tell me when you're ready then so that i can help you. It's a different recipe since I have to look out for a diet."

Then he closes the door before you could reply.

He seemed really nice.

Maybe it wasn't going to be that hard.

After some minutes, you went downstairs, letting Gavi know that you are ready.

He was being really nice to you the whole time, and it felt like the love you got for him was growing every minute. But you couldn't allow it. You really needed this job and he surely didn't want you.

You glanced at him for some seconds, admiring his features while he was putting the pasta to boil.

After you were done, you cleaned the mess you two made, and when you returned to the table, you were surprised to see him waiting for you.

He saw your face and decided to answer your question.

"Don't expect me to be rude. I still have manners, whether I like you or not."

You nodded, embarrassed, sitting down right in front of him.

For some reason, you couldn't eat. You were too shy to do it in front of him, so the whole time you were only playing with your food, looking down.

He was looking at you, not understanding what the problem was, but he let you be, leaving you alone.

After you were sure he was in his room, you started to eat, starving.

There're going to be some hard months for you.

Waking up every day at 3:30 to make Gavi breakfast, then hurring to not miss the train, because after all, you still had school.

Then hurring again to not miss the other train after school.

All that just to be back to Gavi's home at 19, ready to make dinner for the boy.

You didn't have much time to eat because you still had to clean the house and learn your mind out for school.

And after some weeks, you felt so, but so tired.

You couldn't even rest on weekends, because you had to take care of Gavi.

You two weren't talking much, just the important things. What do you want to eat? You have to take your pills.

And all those stuffs.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy, but you really needed the money.

Now it was another day when your train was late so you decided to buy some food for you and Gavi. You already told him that you'll be late and he announced you that Pedri will stop by at his house.

You didn't have a problem with it because it wasn't your home, but that meant that you had to give your food to Pedri because you only had two portions.

Somehow, you arrived earlier than expected, and just when you entered the house, you heard your name.

"So how is living with y/n?" Pedri asked.

"It's not like I see her much."

"Poor girl, for what you told me, she is working so much. I bet she's tired. Waking up at 3 to go to school just so that she could arrive back at 19 to do house stuff and to learn for school. I don't understand why someone would want to do that."

Gavi chuckles.

"Well i think she'll do anything to see me."

"What do you mean?"

"She is my fan, Pedri. She is doing all these things just so that she can see me. Sad that she thinks she might have a chance. I could never look at someone this young."

"How old is she?"

"She just turned 17. She's 3 years younger than me."

"It's not that big of a different, Gavi. And she looks really beautiful."

"I would never date my fan. Especially her."

And that hurt you.

"She is literally someone so obsessed with me. Now, who would actually do all those things just so that they could see me 10 minutes??"

You couldn't bare it anymore, so you walked in the room with tears in your eyes.

"You are so full of yourself, Pablo Gavi."

The boys turn to look at you with a panic face.

"Do you really think that I would sacrifice my time just to see you? Yes, a tone of girls would want to fuck you because they are so, but so obsessed with you, but just know that maybe some people just have to work hard so that they could accomplish their dream. And when I say dream, I don't mean the 'I want to fuck Gavi dream' , but 'I need to work hard because I need money to pay for my college', you idiot! Not everyone is a hoe or a psychopath! Yes, I am a fan of you because you I really appreciate what you're doing. You are the type of person that never gives up for what they wish and I thought that you might understand me as well. I DON'T want to do all this, even if it means to see you, because after all my health is in danger. I barely sleep, I work a lot JUST so that I could pay for may college bills because not everyone here is RICH!"

Gavi looks down, shame all over his face.

But you don't say anything else, you walk to your room to get your things. You are leaving for good.

Your eyes were red from crying.

"Pedri, you can have my food. It's on the kitchen table." you say it with a soft and sweet voice.

"Where are you going?" you heard Gavi's panic voice.

"Home."

"No, y/n, please.." he stands up, hurting his knee bad.

"Sit down!" Pedri tells him.

"No, no, y/n please let's just talk-"

"We have nothing to talk about. I quit. You can always find another may. Maybe now someone who is older and prettier and-"

"STOP IT!" he shouted standing once again, walking towards you.

"Gavi, you are hurting your fucking knee!!" Pedri yells at him, but the boy doesn't care.

When he was about to reach you, he starts to cry. You look at him shocked.

Pedri comes right behind him and hugs him.

Gavi grabs your hand, afraid that you might dissappear.

"Does it hurt?" you asked.

He doesn't reply. Pedri looks at you and whispered. " Don't go."

"I have to.."

He shakes his head. "Please, don't."

You turn around, getting your hand off Gavi.

Pedri comes to you.

"He loves you.."

"What?"

"Trust me.. he really does. Just look at him-"

You then turn to see Gavi looking at you with tears in his eyes.

He almost seemed like he was in love with you. Almost.

"He cannot, Pedri. I heard what he said about me-"

"He lied. He lied, y/n."

"And why would he lie?"

"Because his mother told him to not even dare to fall in love with you, because you need to concentrate on your studies."

"I don't believe you."

Pedri looks at you sad.

"I'm sorry then. But that's the truth."

Looking for the last time at Gavi, you turn around and leave the house.

Pedri then looks at his friend who wa starting to tear up.

"It's all my fault.. "

You arrived at the train station, having to wait 3 hours for the next ride.

Your eyes were still full of tears when you heard someone calling your name.

Pedri.

You roll your eyes, but somehow happy to see him.

"What do you want?"

"Just hear this."

He opened his phone, putting it next to your ear.

"What did she say?"

"She's leaving.. I'm sorry, I really tried to-"

"No, Pedri, no! She won't ever forgive me. I hurt her and it's all my fault, all my fault. I should've said nothing. Pedri, please help me. I cannot lose her, Pedri please." he sobs desperately. " I love her!"

"You for real recorded him?"

"He tried to come here, but his knee hurts him like hell now. So I came for him because I'm his friend and I know that he is suffering and I know that you are suffering as well-"

"Pedri, I must leave. I can't live like that anymore. It's just too hard to bare. I'm going home-"

"But he needs you-"

"I need myself more! I can't risk my health again. I sacrificed a lot for money. Time, days without eating, sleepless nights. But right now, all of this is more important. I'm sorry, but I won't go back."

He looks down.

"I'm sorry. It's so selfish of me to ask you to stay." He looks into your eyes with a sad smile. "Thank you for everything you've done for him."

Then he leaves just like you left Gavi.

You opened your phone just to see a message from him.

So that you won't have to worry about work anymore. Thank you for everything.

You look into your bank account to see a big amount of money from him.

Gavi was waiting for Pedri to come back and when he saw his face, he knew that he didn't make it. He looks down, trying not to cry.

Pedri went to hug him. (GIF) It was hard to see his friend suffer this much. First, because of his knee and second because of love.

Pedri was also surprised to hear Gavi's confess. After all, he also spent some few weeks with you and falling in love wasn't happening that easy.

But maybe this was faith. Or just a lesson.

And that scared him the most.

Gavi didn't want you to be just a lesson.

Ah, will you choose to stay with Gavi (love) or will you decide to go back home back to your studies (school)?

Write in the comments if you want part 3 and if you choose love or school!

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╰┈➤ ⁉️ Everyone is acting so strange today, and Sebastian seems to be the only one noticing it.

Sebastian, Comte, Napoleon, Theodorus, Vincent, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Isaac, Leonardo, Dazai • rating: G • tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks and Practical Jokes; poor sebas; Humor; Crack • wordcount: 1,682 • masterlist

a/n: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! After Dazai pranking everyone and then everyone pranking Dazai, it seems like this year's target is Sebas…

It's not every day that Sebastian allows himself the indulgence of enjoying a drink with his masters, even when they so generously invite him to the table in the game room. The events of last night are but a blur in his memory now, as he's not the best at holding his liquor and neither has their immunity to hangovers. But a butler must be prim and proper at all times! While he's on duty, that's it. So that's why he allowed himself the fun of last night, but is readily up and out of his bed early in the morning today.

He enters the kitchen, humming the tune to Mozart's Turkish March in this tranquil moment of being the only soul awake in the whole mansion, on his way to begin preparing breakfast-

"Oh, good morning Sebas. I'm already done with some things here, figured I might help you."

"My! What a nice surprise Monsieur Napoleon, thank you."

Huh.

"M-M-M-Monsieur Napoleon what are you doing here????"

"Helping you with breakfast."

"No, gods, I was wondering why are you awake at such an early hour-"

Napoleon looks at him dumbfounded. And so does Sebas, mirroring him. Granted, there are dark circles under his eyes but that hardly does anything about the vigor with which he moves the frying pan and multitasks with the preparation of another ingredient at the same time.

"Is it that strange that I felt like waking up earlier today?"

Well, yes it is! That's what Sebastian wants to shout at the top of his lungs, but he can only blink mesmerized instead. Fearing that he might offend him in some way if he keeps this up, he saves his confusion to himself and gets back on track with his task.

The breakfast preparation goes on swimmingly with Napoleon's help, even if he strangely seems to have forgotten how to cook all of a sudden so he needs some serious memory refreshment... Sebastian blames it on his lack of sleep, of course that would be the reason.

Soon the dining room begins filling with the real early-bird residents that pose no surprises for Sebastian, and the plates are already waiting in front of them like clockwork.

"Pancakes again? I'm starting to get tired of this. You got something else for me, Sebastian?"

The sound of pots and pans falling to the floor greatly concerns the van Gogh brothers at the table after the younger one's question, but soon after the butler emerges from the kitchen with a haphazardly pieced-together English breakfast. He places it in front of Theodorus who asked for the change, waiting. Waiting to see if he's going to eat it at all.

"Here you go, master Theodorus. Do you need extra jam, or-"

"No need, looks more than enough to me. Why are you staring at me like that? Is it poisonous?"

"Gods, no, how could it be! I'm merely...surprised is all."

Vincent chuckles a little at the exchange, preparing to dig in on his portion of...pancakes, fortunately. But he pauses.

"Theo, would you hand me the syrup? I feel like eating something sweeter today!"

"Stand up and take it yourself."

Sebastian's eyes are about to pop out of his eye sockets.

"Messieurs, is everything alright with-"

The door opens with a bang that belongs to no gentlemen living in this household.

And certainly not to Le Comte de Saint-Germain.

"'morning."

"M-monsieur le Comte, what are you wearing?"

Comte's casual walk to his place at the head of the table with hands in his pockets is rivaled only by the even more casual look he sports today, with a halfway-open shirt and a pair of checkered trousers that don't really match. To finish off the look, his hair is a mess. He lands with a thud on his chair, raising his feet to rest crossed on the table.

"What am I wearing? Since when did you start asking so many questions?"

"I'm terribly sorry."

Comte sighs and snaps his fingers repeatedly in the air. "Coffee. Now."

"I already brew a pot of your preferred morning tea-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, butler."

"I got it."

On his way to the kitchen, Sebastian overhears Comte slamming his fist on the table telling everyone that from now on, they'll be paying rent.

Sebastian must be sleeping. This has to be some kind of nightmare. There's no other logical explanation.

When he returns to the dining room the door opens to welcome another couple of residents - Jean and Mozart.

"Good morning Herr Mozart. Good morning to you too, Monsieur Jean, what a surprise!"

Mozart and Jean both turn to Sebastian...and they give him their brightest smiles. Imaginary flowers bloom in the air around them. They greet in a cheerful voice together as one, and it's the most beautiful melody. "Good morning, Sebastian!"

"We decided to grab a bite before our trip to town today."

"Your... your what?"

"That's right, I'll be taking Jean in town with me. The carriage is already waiting at the gate."

Mozart going to...town?? With a carriage?? With Jean??

"Aha! The trace of this bloody delicious smell seems to have led me to this dining room!"

Now what? Sebastian turns in the direction of Arthur's voice albeit it sounds a little different than usual, as if he's playing a role... and there he is, having just entered the dining room... with a looking glass in his hand and a pipe in his mouth.

"Good morning, Master Arthur. Your observation skills are on point as always. What's with the curious accessories?"

Sebastian doesn't know why he asks anymore.

"Why, I'll be going on a Sherlock Homles book fair later today! You know it's all the hype these days, I figured it's the best place to learn something about my beloved character that I don't know. You know my methods, Watson. Haha!"

Thank god, Sebastian is not the only one about to faint right now. Given how normal everything else was taken by his housemates. Theo says the one thing Sebastian couldn't bring himself to say.

"This idiot has reached rock bottom in his search for skirts he hasn't yet fooled around with."

Arthur looks...grossed out. As if he's been made fun of by Dazai, or something similar. Actually, there haven't been a great deal of chances to see Arthur sporting this expression. It's definitely strange.

"Theo, could you not be so foul-mounted, please? You know I hold no interest in the fair sex."

"A-Are you feeling well, Master Arthur? Maybe when you drink your coffee-"

"Ah no please, tea it is for me!"

"Are you feeling well, Master Arthur?????"

"Sebastian seems really uptight today. Are YOU feeling well, Sebastian? Why don't you sit with us for a while?" Jean smiles at him again. It's a smile Sebastian wants to protect. It should be automatically making him feel better but it only serves to increase his confusion. He even sat next to Comte. Comte doesn't deserve this! At least not with his current behavior. Oh how strange of a thought that is.

"I appreciate your concern, but, I just need to know what is happening with all of you today. I can't be calm until I ensure that you, my masters, are alright, and I demand you tell me what is happening this instant!"

A near dozen pairs of eyes blink at Sebastian as if he's indeed the crazy one. He sits down on the offered chair, then quickly stands up again. "No, please tell me what is-"

The door opens yet again and this time it's Leonardo and Isaac who enter. Sebastian paces left and right, trying to spot empty plates to take to the kitchen before he can witness anything weird again-

"Isaac, mio amico, can you please not smoke in here? You know I can't stand the smell..."

"AAAAAAAGH!" Sebastian yells, breaking his professional image and running straight towards the door. He can't do this. It doesn't matter if he escapes now. It's just a nightmare. Just a nightmare-

He nearly crashes into the person entering at the same time.

"Hello Sebas-kun~"

Through the DOOR?

Sebastian breaks. Like a stone statue slammed by the pressure of a cataclysm despite the decades of stoicism, even if he thought he'd seen everything...

He falls to his knees in defeat.

...

...

"APRIL FOOLS'!"

Before he has a chance to remove his hands from his eyes where he tried to block the world, a wave of residents quite literally falls over him, each embracing him and laughing.

Okay, NOW he's confused.

"April fools? But- But my calendar said it's-"

"Someone had a little too much to drink last night and had to be carried to his room... let's say we meddled a little with it. Sorry, Sebas." Napoleon pats his shoulder. "Okay, can I go to sleep now?"

Sebastian laughs, and despite what he predicted for himself just a minute ago, it's not out of descending to madness. It's a genuine laughter, one he hasn't had in a while.

"I would never guess you could be capable of doing such a thing! Every one of you! My god, you got me quite well."

"Heh, guess you don't know us well enough then, eh? Remember this well, some of those guys are going to remember it for the rest of their second lives." Leonardo says, finally lighting that cigarillo. Good thing they didn't have to put on the act for longer than that.

"Indeed. I hope we weren't too harsh on you, Sebastian. My residents are always such naughty boys." Comte consoles, suspiciously looking as if it was his idea all along.

Sebastian chuckles some more, then he stands to his feet, dusting off his uniform and letting out a small cough behind his fist.

"My masters, that was indeed too naughty of you! I appreciate seeing you have fun, and I have to admit, you got me well. But that doesn't mean I won't find it fitting to flick some foreheads."

"Sebaaas, can we please have our usual breakfast now?"

"Why yes, coming right away!"

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feverish — joel miller

gn!reader, platonic!reader, fatherfigure!joel , sickfic , cw : mentions of fever & coughing, sickness in general, mostly unedited , wc : 1K , anon i hope you enjoy it !! <333

joel notices immediately when you begin lagging behind him and ellie. but you don’t say anything, so neither does he, just pausing occasionally to let you catch up.

in the end, it’s ellie who says something.

“hey, are you okay?” she asks you once you’re all settled by the fire. joel, whose attention seems to be solely on the meat he’s cooking, is peering at you subtly, listening intently for your reaction.

“i’m fine,” you wave off her concern, “just a little tired today, is all.” your answer’s not a complete lie, it’s true that you’re tired, but what you don’t tell them is the way you can feel the sickness starting to settle in your bones. really, it was yesterday you first started feeling it, but it hadn’t begun to slow you down until a few hours into hiking today.

“well then, we’d better get to sleep right after eating,” joel advises. “best get as much sleep as you can for tomorrow.”

you heed his advice, curling into your sleeping bag the moment you can in hopes that good enough rest will prevent you from truly falling ill. ellie talks for a few minutes the way she normally does before sleeping, but joel cuts her off earlier than normal tonight for your sake. with that reasoning, she actually listens to him and settles down to sleep herself.

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your hopes of escaping sickness are unfairly stolen from you in the morning when you wake up with the sun, groggy and completely out of it. your nose is stuffy, throat sore, and limbs heavy when you rustle about in your covers. you just turn to your side and do your best to drift back into what turns out to be a quite restless sleep.

the next time you wake, it’s to ellie gently nudging your shoulder for you to get up as joel finishes cleaning up camp. you groan in protest, halfheartedly pushing her away.

“it’s almost time to go,” she says, “joel let you sleep in.”

you let out a huff of breath, wishing you could lay in bed all day before struggling to sit up. rubbing at your eyes, you take in the state of your tired, compromised body and decide it’s certainly best if you say nothing about it. no reason to make anyone worry or slow down your journey.

so you push past your discomfort, standing up and quickly packing up your bag. but your plans to cover up your sickness do not go as well as planned when you begin coughing and sniffling uncontrollably.

about the fourth time you lean against a tree to support yourself during a coughing bout, joel stops completely, handing you water and waiting until you’re done to speak.

“you’re gettin’ sick, kid,” he states, very aware that you’ve been quiet in order to prevent causing an inconvenience to him and ellie. you shake your head, so he continues. “you can let us know if you’re not feeling well, you know? that’s not something you can control. what d’ you say we make camp early and rest for the day?”

“no!” you exclaim, “no, that’s alright, i’m fine. i swear. i don’t even feel that sick, it just sounds like it,” you try to explain away the actual extent of your sickness.

he says your name, gentle and firm like the hand he places on your shoulder. “you look like you could fall over any second. i ain’t buying any of that, alright? you need to rest so that you don’t get more sick, you understand me?

you want to keep trying, to convince him and a watching ellie that you’re fine, but it seems you can never argue with that tone of voice he uses when he’s truly serious about something.

“fine,” you relent with a sigh, feeling half grateful, half guilty, and one hundred percent sick as you trek along until you find an appropriate campground.

joel orders you to lay down when you try and help set up, only asking you to move once a fire is going so that you can soak up it’s warmth. as you lay there, it seems as if all of your stubbornness is catching up to you, and you can’t resist it when your eyes drift closed despite the sun still being clear in the sky.

with a mind too groggy with sickness and sleep, you don’t process much even when you’re awake. ellie stays close by to your laying form, silently worried by the sickness that’s visible in your face and the coughs that wrack your body. she jumps up each time joel asks her to do anything, eager to help you rather than just sit by and do nothing. joel too is dedicated to caring for you, his soft palm feeling your forehead for signs of fever as you slip in and out of sleep. he does his best to create a broth from bones and freshly hunted meat throughout the hours that you sleep for you to eat when you wake.

when you squirm uncomfortably in your sleep with your brows furrowed, he does his best to calm your distress with gentle touches. past memories of caring for a sick child are clear in his head, both hurting his heart but helping him to help you the best he can.

you try to resist his help again once you wake, but the weakness in your limbs doesn’t let you get far, so your resolve crumbles far faster this time. he helps you drink and eat all while ellie does her best to cheer you up with corny jokes and over exaggerated retellings of things that have happened throughout your journey all together. it works well, her words resulting in your laughing so hard that you begin to cough and a non-threatening glare from joel in her direction.

but soon, you tire again, so joel insists you go back to sleep, just as twilight fades into total darkness. you don’t argue this time, nor at all the next day as he and ellie patiently nurse you back to health until you’re spry and well again.

[azwhore]

husband alex turner x wife reader

warnings: nun but fluff <3

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It’s been a while since you’ve last seen Alex. He’s been on tour for The Car for six months and have only seen him on a few occasions. You couldn’t go with him and the band due to work; you were forced to stay behind despite your attempts to go with them.

The last time you and Alex had seen each other was about two months ago. The only reason you were able to see him was for an interview he had in which you were invited to. He begged you to go with him even though you didn’t like doing so. Alex knows that. You’ve always hated being interviewed with him because it felt like the interviewers were trying to pry into your private relationship. What went on between Alex and you was for you two only, not for the public.

After a long day at work, you come home exhausted. You’re eager to shower, eat some dinner, and just relax. Who wouldn’t be? So when you get home, that’s exactly what you do. An “everything” shower was desperately needed after the week you’ve had.

Once done with your shower, you put on a comfy set of pajamas. A grey tank top and white sweats, perfect. You decide on some perfume, even though you won’t be around anyone for the rest of the night. You put on your Victoria’s Secret Bare roll-on perfume. It’s your favorite.

You finish getting dressed and make your way to the kitchen to make dinner. Deciding on what you’ve taken out, you make pollo guisado (chicken stew). It was one of your favorites. Mom always made it when you were younger.

After some time, you finish cooking and feast on it. Man, were you a damn good cook. One good meal later, you settle in your queen sized bed that you shared with Alex. You miss him. You miss his warm body cuddling. You miss his soothing voice.

You soon dwell no more on that, as you were almost on the brink of tears. You pick up your book that you were currently reading on the nightstand, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents. So far, you are greatly enjoying the book. You like analyzing it as well as it being somewhat relatable.

***

It’s 11:18 PM, about an hour and a half since you started reading. You need to get some sleep since you have work all over again tomorrow. Luckily though, tomorrow is Friday. Wonderful.

You put your book back and settle in bed. You can feel sleepiness sinking you deeper and deeper. Reveling in the feeling, you eventually fall asleep.

Suddenly, you feel something envelop around you. You wake up, anxiety beginning to course through you. Just as you are about to panic, you hear a voice whisper in your ear.

“I’ve missed you, love.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. It’s Alex.

Turning around, you take a good look at your husband whom you haven’t seen for two months. He greets you with a smile, his hair as messy as you remember.

“Alex!” You exclaim. You couldn’t express your excitement any other way than wrapping your arms around him. Tears begin to well at your eyes, threatening to fall. You try to hold them back with all your might so you could speak with him.

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to come back for a while? How come you’re here?” You ask, bringing him into another big hug. You can feel him smiling against you as he brings his arms around your body, squeezing you against him.

“One of the shows got postponed for two weeks from now so I immediately came here. I had to see you. If I had gone another day without you, I would have gone mad.” He explained. It felt so good to see him again.

“Ugh, I’ve missed you so much.” You say. Suddenly you realize he might be hungry so you ask, “Are you hungry? There’s still some leftovers from what I made earlier. I can heat it up for you.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m just glad to be here with my wife.” He smiles. You could never get tired of his smile.

“How’s the tour so far? It looks like you and the boys are having some fun.” You laugh. Even though you aren’t going on tour with them, you still keep up sometimes. Especially with those edits of him that fangirls make. You’re not complaining since your husband is a damn fine man if you say so yourself. They should tone it down just a bit, though (don’t actually alex turner is so fine).

“Yeah it’s been awesome. The places we’ve been to have been beautiful. I really wish you could come with us, love. That would just make it 100 times better.” Alex smiles once again.

“Me too. But you already know why I can’t. If I didn’t have work, I most definitely would.” You say. It’s not like Alex wouldn’t full on support you financially; he obviously would. You, on the other hand, don’t want that. The two of you even got into a big argument once about it. He doesn’t see a problem in financially stabilizing you, but you would rather work. You still want to have a life and work for yourself. You don’t want to be just a stay-at-home wife; it’s so stereotypical of celebrity relationships. You want to make a living for yourself, and Alex now 100% understands and supports that.

“Yeah, I get it. My dear wife is so strong.” He gives you a quick kiss with a smirk. You giggle at that. Alex always knows how to make you laugh.

Some time later, you lay with each other in a comfortable silence. This was almost the best part of your relationship. You two could just sit there with your eyes closed not saying a word and you both would understand each other.

Alex lays on his back, eyes closed with his left arm wrapped around your shoulders. Your head is resting against his chest while your hand is on his stomach gently tracing circles. Your eyes were closed too as he hummed to you.

“You know, I still have to go to work tomorrow.” You break the silence. Alex hums in response.

“Do you really though? I’m going to be stuck here by myself all day without you.” He says with a pout.

“Well, I probably could call out tomorrow. One day wouldn’t hurt, right?” You question. Now that you think about it, you haven’t called out from work in a while. You should get a day off. “Hm, I think I’ll stay here with my husband. I get to enjoy a whole three days with you.” You say kind of sarcastically. Although you were anything but sarcastic. You’re more than happy to spend the rest of his two week break with him, as was he.

The both of you continue to enjoy each other’s silence, sleep overcoming you once again. Your eyes feel heavy as they slowly fall. Eventually, you succumb to your slumber, your breath evening out. Alex follows soon after with you in his arms. He really hopes these two weeks last forever.

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[cherrycocaineee]

31. Dally Winston - Red Hair

*Warning: fluff, cussing, bullying, whatever else is considered a warning.*

Synopsis: Your red hair makes you a constant target for bullying because of its color. Though you try to pretend that it doesn’t bother you, you’ve started to change and Dallas Winston is the only one who’s noticed. When Dally witnesses a group of Socs tugging and harassing you about your red hair, he steps in to protect you.

*Your p.o.v*

Getting up for school was harder than you ever imagined it would be; your once relaxing, euphoric morning ritual was now tainted with anxious fear of what today would hold for you. And while on the outside you looked unbothered by the constant harassment of your peers, on the inside you felt disgusting and ugly. Their words had you looking in the mirror teetering between dying your hair or dropping out of school permanently; sometimes you found yourself playing with a single strand thinking about the color. It was red, a copper red to be exact, and for some reason everyone at school found it hilarious. “Darling,” your mother’s sweet voice rang as she opened your bedroom door, “you’ll be late if you don’t get a move on it.” “Mom,” you hummed, pleadingly, “do you think I can stay home today?” Smiling endearingly, your mom glided over to you gracefully before sitting down beside you. Her movements caused you to push your body into an upright position, pulling your knees against your chest. “Is there a reason you aren’t wanting to go to school today?” She questioned. Since the bullying started, you hadn’t really told anyone about it; the only two people who did know about it were Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade, and you had made them promise not to tell anyone. You claimed that it was just them being childish and that it was nothing you couldn’t handle, but really you didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. It just didn’t seem like their problem to deal with. “I’m just a little tired today,” you lied, “haven’t really been getting enough sleep.” She eyed you for a moment as if trying to find any clues that would tell her you were lying; she was your mother after all, and she knew when there was something going on with her baby. But she also knew not to press, that doing so would only cause you to retreat more into your shell. “I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to keep you home this one time,” she stated, “it’s only Friday, so it’s not like you’ll miss too much. Try to rest."

Nodding your head, you tuck yourself back into your comforter while your mom heads back to the kitchen. Telling from the smell of bacon wafting through your bedroom, you knew your mother was cooking breakfast. Slowly, you fell back asleep relieved that you finally had a day of peace. Hours passed and you were awake again, this time feeling much better than you had earlier this morning. Even though being tired was a lie, it seemed your body actually needed a break. Fortunately, both your parents were at work leaving you alone at the house. There was a note on the fridge letting you know that there was left over breakfast inside the microwave for you. And all of a sudden you felt insatiably hungry, only noticing now that you probably hadn’t been eating as much as you should have. All of this because of your hair. Ridiculous! You’ve never been an insecure person, so why did it bother you so much that people found your red hair amusing? Shaking the thoughts from your head, you pulled out the plate of food and set it on the table before grabbing the juice from the fridge. Just as you grabbed a cup from the cabinet, there was a knock on your front door. It couldn’t have been Ponyboy or Johnny, they were still in school. You walked over to the front door, still gripping the glass in your nimble fingers, and pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was Dallas Winston, one of your other, older friends. Your parents didn’t approve of your friends, their only saving grace being that Darry was a responsible adult who assured them you’d be taken care of. And they held him to that, always popping by randomly to check in on you. Dally let his finished cigarette fall to the ground, putting out the flash of orange with his foot. “Dally?” You quizzed, your head tilted curiously to the side, “what are you doing here?” “Got a call from Ponyboy and Johnny,” he said, his voice smooth, “said you didn’t make it to school, so I came to check on you.” “You really didn’t need to do that. I was just extra tired, so I stayed home.” He eyed you suspiciously and that left you wondering if you were that easy to read, if you weren’t as bottled up as you had hoped. The thought left you nibbling on your bottom lip afraid that they knew more than you wanted them to.

“Well how about some fresh air?” He asked, “maybe it’ll be good for ya, you’re looking a bit bloodless.” As quickly as he said that, your hand reached up and touched your cheek. A smile appeared on your face as you nodded. “I guess that would be okay. I’ve just got to finish my breakfast and get dressed.” Dally nodded his head and you gestured him inside which he gladly accepted. After breakfast, you got dressed for the day and met Dally back in the kitchen. He was staring at some photos your mom had hanging on the fridge, most of them were family photos ranging from the time that you were six. “Ready?” You asked. “Yep, let’s get going.” It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining brightly in the sky above you, a quiet breeze rustled your hair a bit with each blow, the smell of freshly mown grass touched your nostrils and filled your senses. Everything seemed to be looking up for you; no bullying, no stress, no worries. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dally pull out another cigarette. You remembered the time you had told him to slow down because he was smoking too much but now you worried that you came off too judgemental. Maybe he didn’t appreciate the helpful advice, maybe Dally saw it as you trying to boss him around, or bully him. You never wanted to make your friends feel like that, especially having gone through it yourself, you just cared about them so much. Dally must have noticed your longing glance because he pulled his cigarette out. “Sorry, I know you told me to slow down but…” “No,” you said hurriedly, “smoke as much as you want. Please, don’t listen to me! I didn’t mean to nag you about it.” Your sudden outburst made him arch his eyebrow. “What’s gotten into you?” He quizzed, shoving his cigarette into his mouth. “Nothing. I just don’t think you should feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do.” It was quiet for a moment, and for a second you felt that you had gotten your point across without exposing so much. However, by now, you should have known that all of your friends, specifically Dally, knew you better than anyone has ever known you. So you weren’t surprised when the next thing came out of his mouth.

“Have you been feeling pressured to do something you aren’t into?” It wasn’t so much as being pressured to do something, it was just constant teasing that was pressuring you to hide yourself from your fellow peers at school. “No,” you lied, hoping that it would deter him from asking anymore questions. “You are a terrible liar,” he hummed, smoke pushing past his chapped lips. He wasn’t wrong. Any time you lied, everyone knew it was just that: a lie. But despite him calling you out, you didn’t give him the real reason as to why you were acting funny. How would he react? Would you be bothersome to him, like you felt you would be? Would he start a fight with all of the people who were bullying you, get himself in trouble? There were so many possible outcomes whizzing through your pounding brain that it was starting to make you dizzy like you were drunk. Luckily, he didn’t say anything else about it and instead took the two of you to Dairy Queen and bought the two of use some Blizzards. Silence overcame the two of you as both of you dug into your sweet, summer treat. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of a relaxing silence; one that you both seemed to welcome. Dally definitely knew you but you also knew him, and judging by the stare in his eyes he was thinking something over. So it seemed that the two of you were both dealing with something. For a while, everything seemed to be going smoothly; the two of you had started a conversation, Dally listening intently as one could as you explained the book you were reading. It seemed like nothing could ruin your day. “Ah, there she is.” The voice that came behind you sent a stinging chill running up your spine, a light shiver visibly stirring you. Standing behind you were the four Socs that typically picked on you at school; whether it was making disgusting comments about your hair matching downstairs, pulling on your hair pretty harshly and making some sleazy joke about your pain tolerance, or a stupid insult that you’ve heard a million times like whether or not you had a soul. You thought that you had escaped it, at least today. Today was what you needed to reboot your strength before going back to school tomorrow. “We missed you at school today,” one, who’s name was Billy, chirped while wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You wiggled out of his grasp.

“Leave her alone,” Dally snarled, a piercing glare stabbing into the Socs. “Mind your business, Greaser,” Billy huffed, causing his friends to laugh, “we’re just having some fun with our little redhead.” As quickly as those words came out of his mouth, you were out of your seat ready to leave. Dally got the hint too and stood with you. “Oh come one,” another, his name being Dylan, laughed, “what’s the matter red? We’re just messing around.” And it all seemed to happen so fast. All of the name calling, the shoving, the pulling, everything. Once again, you found yourself dizzy and unbalanced but this time it didn’t feel like a drunk feeling. The feeling was almost like you were suffocating. “Awh poor little red riding hood,” they mocked. Fat, overwhelming tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you held your hands over your head. You felt someone tug your hair roughly causing a sharp yelp to escape you. Over their screaming and taunts in public, you could hear Dally trying to pull you away from them desperately. But what did it, what pushed you over the edge was one of the boys grabbing a big chunk of your hair and cutting it off with a pocket knife. Their laughs were deafening. “Maybe we should cut all of your hair off. You’ll look less hideous without it.” Those pooling, fat tears flooded your cheeks blurring your vision as you quietly sobbed, putting your hands in front of your face to hide it. When your tears became stains on your cheeks, you looked up to see Dally pounding Billy, the Soc who had cut your hair. The other two had taken off running; bystanders were too afraid to do anything, trying to keep to themselves. Billy’s face was starting to get too bloody, so you intervened; grabbing Dally’s shoulder, you pulled him off and cried for him to stop. His dark brown eyes flickered over to you, his bloodshot, wild eyes stared into your watery ones. The look on your face was enough to soften his, and even though he was beyond fucking pissed, he found the willpower to pull himself off of his victim. Wiping his bloodied hand off on his jeans, he reached over and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from Billy who was slowly getting up to his feet and holding his nose. He only glared, he didn’t make a move towards you or Dally. You now sat on the Curtis’s porch steps playing with the part of your hair that was cut. Dally, who knew where they hid the spare key, was inside washing his hands. You knew that once he was finished, he’d have some questions for you but you really didn’t feel up to answering them. This was the worst the bullying had ever gotten physically. Now they were starting to cut your hair, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had let the bullying go too far. Maybe you should have told someone, then maybe you wouldn’t have been sitting on these steps cradling your butchered hair. “You better not be blaming your damn self for what happened.”

Dally plopped himself down beside you, a fresh cigarette dangling from in between his lips. “Sometimes it’s a little concerning how well you know me,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah, well not enough if I couldn’t pick up on you being bullied. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” There was disappointment, possibly a little bit of anger, written all over Dally’s face which made you feel even worse than you already felt. “Ponyboy and Johnny knew…” “Those asshole knew and didn’t fucking say anything?” “I told them not to say anything,” you fought, “I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. I didn’t want to be a burden to anyone.” Dally’s face twisted into something besides anger, it was concerned and disheartened. He reached over and touched your chopped up hair with his scarred up hand, his fingers played with the uneven pieces delicately. “You aren’t a burden,” he assured, “you’re our friend. We care about you, I care about you.” “I know but you guys are able to fight your own battles, handle things that are bothering you without running for help. I didn’t want any of you to think that maybe allowing a sensitive, little…” “Hey, we handle things with our fist especially me,” Dally said, “we beat the shit out of our problems. We know what you are, and that’s what we love about you.” He moved closer, his outer leg touching your outer leg. “It’s what I love about you. I love that you're sensitive, I love that you're caring, generous, and bubbly. It makes my whole body buzz with happiness. So if someone’s bullying you, I need to know so I can handle it.” Dally reached over and took your hand with his, using his other hand to remove his half cigarette from his mouth and throw it across the yard. He knew you hated smoke. But you couldn’t even focus on the smoke or the cigarette, your eyes were glued to his hand entangled with yours. It was a loving, caring gesture that Dally wasn’t known for. He was an ass, a flirt, a brute, the complete opposite of loving and sentimental. “Is there something wrong with you?” You asked, quizzically, “are you sick?” “Why?” He questioned. You looked back down at your hands as if your question was obvious. When he didn’t seem to catch the hint, you continued.

“You’re just not normally like this; so sweet and soft spoken.” A quiet chuckle left his lips, his eyes looking away from you as if the reasoning for it was embarrassing. Another abnormal trait of Dally’s. “Maybe it’s because I like you,” he muttered, still keeping his eyes glued to the bright blue sky, “or maybe I feel more than just a like towards you. Like I love you or something.” Now that was Darry all the way, avoiding heart to heart conversations and trying to play everything off coolly like it didn’t matter. But your eyes were wide, like deer stuck in the headlights wide, at his confession. When you didn’t say anything, Dally looked at you. His sudden movement was all you needed to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck as fresh tears fell from your eyes even though you weren’t sure wide. Dally, though a tad bit uncomfortable and very new to this type of affection, wrapped his arms around you and held your sobbing form. His thumbs rubbed relaxing circles into your sides, hushing what he figured was comforting words. “I needed to hear that,” you whispered, “it’s been such a long few months that I’ve heard someone else say something other than mean.” “If you’ll let me, I’ll tell you ‘I love you’ everyday and mean it.” You nodded your head, still keeping your face buried into him taking in the smell of his manly musk. Dally eventually pulled the two of you apart, climbing to his feet and pulling you with him. You wiped the tears from your face, probably looking like a red mess. “And no matter what kind of trouble I get into,” Dally continued, “I’ll protect you, I promise.” “Thank you, Dally,” you breathe, happiness flooding your body. He doesn’t say anything else, instead, he takes your hand more carefully and the two of you head off to wherever it was he was taking you. You hadn’t realized it before but in some way, you realized that you did love Dally too. The same way you worried about his safety and health when he smoked, he cared about you physically as well. At the time, you’d only thought that it was because you were his friend but after hearing him tell you he loves you, something in you clicked. You loved him. And he loved you. So maybe you and your red hair weren’t such a burden after all.

[leclerced]

thinking abt extremely domestic maxoscar rn

them both noticing their girlfriend is incapable of actually taking care of herself properly so they discreetly try helping her out :(((

buying her that stanley cup shes been eyeing for a while to encourage her to drink more water, ordering her food (bcs osc cant cook n the most max can do is pasta) n making sure she eats healthy & balanced meals even when theyre on the other side of the world for a race, cuddling up on either side of her earlier on in the day than usual to get her sleepy sooner so that she doesnt stay up till 3am on her phone everyday

this is 100% self projection btw i just needed to share that

u sent this in literally minutes after my coworker and i talked ab stanley cups and it was the funniest coincidence. also this is v self indulgent too dw.

they'd buy her the cup in multiple colors too!! get a few of them and say it's because they didn't know which one she would like most. they definitely text or call her all the time while she's away to chat then casually ask what she's eaten or what she's having for her next meal and when she says she doesn't know, the one who isn't currently on the phone immediately orders food for her. or if she mentioned she was craving something, like thirty minutes later someone is knocking at the door with whatever she wants. happens when they're home or away.

also there are those meal/grocery delivery things!! if she likes cooking they'd do one of those when they're away but forget to tell her and she comes home one day to a box of spoiled groceries because they didn't tell her it was being delivered. after that, she'd get a weekly text about when groceries will be delivered. they'd fall into a routine where they facetime while she cooks, or she would send them videos of her cooking dinner and telling them about her day.

even though oscar loves naps, he knows if she naps she won't be able to sleep later, so when she asks if he wants to take a nap with her, he finds a way to keep her up so she won't be restless later. neither of them like hot teas, max doesn't like hot drinks at all and oscar just likes hot chocolates, but they would buy so many sleepytime teas for her and make them for her before bed and cuddle with her while they watch a movie, an hour or two before they plan on falling asleep, and they'd play with her hair and rub her back until she fell asleep. they'd silently high five over her sleeping body if she fell asleep during the movie, because usually she stays awake through it and the three of them chat until she falls asleep.

also buy her so many self care products, probably sneak her phone away and look at all her wishlists on ulta and such and buy everything before giving her phone back. she starts getting order shipment notifications a few days later and sees they bought her all the things in her wishlist, and they were all things she thought, hey if i had a skincare routine these are the things i would use. but it was too much money for her to reasonably splurge on, and she didn't think she'd actually commit to using them so it wasn't worth it. but then they buy it all for her so she has to commit to using them because otherwise she'll feel bad for it. and they'd love doing her routine with her because she'd insist on doing everything for them.

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Better Boyfriend (Pt. 2)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend’s true colors have finally been revealed to everyone. Has this opened up new doors for your future with Natasha?

Word Count: 3,258

TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse & Rape

Stark!Reader

Your POV:

My hands were shaking as I pulled into our driveway. Hayden was already mad that I didn't tell him where I was going, so he's probably furious now that it took me so long to get home. I also somehow managed to drag Natasha and Wanda into this too. I know they're not gonna let it go until I open up to them, but I can't burden them like that.

As I opened the front door and walked into the house, I was met by an enraged Hayden. He pulled me into the house by my hair and slammed the door before shoving me against it.

"Where the fuck have you been." he sternly said, inches away from my face.

I was too shocked to respond which just made him even more mad.

"I asked you a damn question!" he yelled at me.

"I-I'm sorry I was a-at the compound because they wanted me to do game night w-with. then" I said quickly trying to defend myself and deescalate the situation.

"Oh what, so you think you can just go out and do whatever you want now huh?" he said as he let go of my hair, slowly backing up and nodding his head.

"No baby that wasn't it. I meant to text you but I-I guess it slipped my mind. I was only planning to stay a few hours though and then come home to you." I said softly attempting to calm him down while stepping forward to gently cup his cheeks with my hands.

"Yeah I bet you were hanging out with that Natasha, weren't you." he said in disbelief.

"W-what?" I asked confused, letting go of his face.

"I've seen the way she looks at you. I mean come on she practically has heart eyes, and you just let her?" he said raising his voice.

"Hayden baby, no that's not the case please calm down-" I started to plead, but was interrupted with a harsh slap across the face.

He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pushed me against the door much rougher this time. "Do not tell me to fucking calm down. You want me to calm down, I suggest you choose your words wisely." he aggressively said as he pointed a finger in my face.

"I-Im sorry I won't do it again baby please." I was begging for him to stop at this point.

"Yeah I bet you won't. Now what's for dinner I'm starving over here." he said and let go of my shirt, walking into the living room.

"I'll go get started on dinner right now I promise." I said as I went to prep the food hoping that this will make him happy.

~~~

After I finished cooking, I plated the food and made my way into the living room to serve it to him.

"Here you go. I made your favorite." I said as I handed the plate to him.

"Thank you baby. Look I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean it, I just had a bad day at work and I took it out on you I'm sorry." he apologized like every other time he had hit me.

"It's okay Hayden. I understand it's okay. I shouldn't have left without telling you." I said as I sat on the couch next to him.

"You're always so forgiving. That's one of the reasons I love you so much, you know." he smiled and leaned over to kiss my lips before starting to eat his food.

Natasha’s POV:

The team had decided to head up to bed after Peter somehow won another round of Mario kart. Thor and Tony were the first to leave because the game was 'glitching' which made them lose and it made them mad.

I didn't want to go to sleep just yet. Even if I was tired I don't think I'd be able to sleep because I've been thinking about Y/N ever since she walked out of that door. I know she's not safe with Hayden and I still let her go back to him. But she probably didn't feel too safe with me either at the moment considering the way she flinched.

If I had just told her how I felt before she met Hayden, then maybe she wouldn't be going through this right now and she would be laying in my arms instead. I decided to go talk to Wanda since she's always willing to listen.

I made my way to her room and knocked on the door. I opened it after she said I could and walked inside before closing the door. I flopped onto the bed and heavily sighed.

"You okay?" she questioned.

"I don't know." I replied.

"You wanna talk about it or do you wanna just lay there and think?" she asked.

"I don't know what to do about Y/N." I answered.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" she replied trying to get me to give her more detail.

"Hayden isn't the right person for her. Anyone would think that if they knew everything we do. He hurts her, Wanda. Y/N is so sweet, and kind, and gentle. He's abusive and dangerous. She doesn't deserve that." I explained.

"You're right. she doesn't deserve that. But we can't help her unless she lets us. We don't know everything that goes on behind closed doors. So unless she's willing to talk to us about it, we can't do much except let her know we're there for her." she said.

"I know. But I also know that I could treat her better. I've loved her in silence for four years, and she's with that damn guy who's putting her through so much. I could be the better boyfriend." I rambled.

"And I believe you, Natasha. But she's scared. She's afraid of what he'll do if she tries to leave considering he hits her over things that will never be justifiable. I mean we don't have to know the full story to know that." she voiced.

"Do you think we could convince her that she deserves better and doesn't have to be scared. If she knows we're there for her then she might get the courage to break up with him. We could even be there when she does it." I express.

"That may work. But we also can't be too forward or demanding about it because she's already practically being controlled by him and if we're not careful, we might frighten her." she said.

"How do you always know what to say." I asked.

"Well you do rant to me a lot about Y/N so I guess I just learned what you need to hear." she joked.

"Do I really talk about her that much?" I playfully question.

"You're practically obsessed with her, Natasha." she claimed and I laughed knowing she wasn't all that wrong.

"Well good night. I'll see you tomorrow." I said as I stretched before getting up to go to my room.

Your POV:

The next morning I had gotten a text from my dad that he wanted me to come for dinner tonight and I should bring Hayden because he hasn't seen him in a while.

I agreed and went to go inform Hayden of the plan.

"Hey baby," I said as I walked into the bedroom.

"Fuck baby you made me die!" he yelled as he aggressively clicked the buttons on his keyboard, playing some video game.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to." I quietly apologized.

"Why are you even in here, what do you want?" he asked annoyed.

"I was just gonna let you know that my dad wanted us to come by for dinner tonight if that was okay with you." I said wanting to make sure that he knew I wasn't trying to do this without his permission.

"Yeah fine whatever I don't care." he blankly replied.

"Okay. I was also just about to get a snack from the kitchen, do you want anything?" I asked.

"As a matter of a fact-" he started as he paused his game, stood up from the chair and started walking towards me.

"I do want something." he finished when he got to me, putting his hands on my waist and starting to kiss my neck.

"I want to apologize for how rude I've been to you lately." he quietly said.

"Hayden I-" I was interrupted.

"Shh baby let me make it up to you." he whispered as he began running his hands under my shirt.

"Hayden I don't- I'm not in the mood right now. We can do this later I promise." I tried to reason with him because I really didn't want to right now.

"Now you know better than to deny me of what I want, Y/N." he said sternly.

"I know baby I'm sorry. I just don't want to do this right now, please." I pleaded as I started to push on his chest.

He sighed annoyed, "If you know better, then why are you doing it. Shut your mouth and show me how sorry you really are." he pushed me back onto the bed before starting to undress and climbing onto of me while my eyes began to form tears.

~~~

It was now evening, and we were in the car on our way to the compound.

"You remember the rules I told you?" he asked with his eyes still on the road.

"Always stay with you, don't talk to Natasha alone, and don't tell anyone what you do to me." I answered.

"Good." he said as we pulled into a parking space and got out of the car.

I stayed by his side as we walked inside the compound, and he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Hey Y/N wanna play Mario kart with me?" Peter asked when he saw me walk inside.

"In minute Pete. I'm gonna go find my dad real quick." I said and he nodded.

I found my dad in the kitchen talking to Steve. When he saw Hayden and I, he put his cup down and walked over to me to give me a hug even though he just saw me yesterday.

"Hey Y/N, Hayden. I haven't seen you in a while, whats going on?" he asked as he shook his hand.

"Nothing much. Work has me busy so I apologize that I don't get to come around that often, sir." he replied with a smile as he put a hand in his pocket with his other arm still around me.

"Ah don't worry about it, I get it. I think Wanda just finished with the food so everyone's starting to take their seats now if you wanna go ahead and do the same." my dad said.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark." he answered with a small smile and nod of his head as he moved his hand to the small of my back to guide my towards the dining table.

He pulled my chair out for me before taking his own seat next to me. "If only he was always this much of a gentleman", I thought to myself.

Clint, Peter, and Thor sat down while talking about a new video game that came out when Hayden leaned over and gently turned my head to quietly speak into my ear.

"I'm going to the bathroom, stay here. Remember those last two rules." he demanded and I nodded my head. He stood up and went to my dad to ask where the bathroom was before he disappeared out of my sight.

"Hey Y/N." a voice said. I looked up and I saw Natasha.

"Oh, hey Nat." I said with a small smile.

"Did you bring Hayden?" she asked.

"Yeah he just went to the bathroom." I told her.

"Ah okay. I'm sorry, about last night. I didn't mean to scare you or anything. I was just worried about you." she said as she sat down in the chair Hayden was sitting in.

"Really it's okay. I don't know why I flinched like that. It wasn't your fault it, it was me." I reassured her.

"Hey Y/N!" a different voice said. I turned my head and saw Wanda walking towards us.

"Hi Wands. My dad said you just finished cooking, do you need help with anything? Plating or dishes?" I asked.

"Nah I put Kate and Yelena on that job so I could come talk to you." she said.

"Yeah actually we did have something else we wanted to talk to you about if you don't mind." Natasha added.

Wanda started talking again but I stopped focusing on what she was saying when I saw Hayden walk back into the room. When he saw I was talking to Natasha he looked furious as he turned around and walked back down the hallway.

"Y-yeah um give me one second. I'm sorry I'll be right back." I told them as I got up to follow Hayden.

"Hayden baby wait-" I called out for him. He stopped walking away from me and turned to walk towards me.

"I told you not to talk to that bitch." he said with a low, angry voice.

"You told me not to talk to her alone. I wasn't, I was with Wanda and other people were at the table too." I tried defending myself.

"You know what I meant, Y/N. And you went and blatantly disobeyed me." he said turning around, slowly pacing.

"I don't understand. Why are you always telling me what to do. It's not fair, Hayden. I should be able to talk to whoever I want to without you getting all possessive and insecure-" I was finally standing up for myself which I guess made him mad because I was interrupted by a hand connecting with my face, followed by a harsh sting.

What I didn't know was that Peter had happened to wander down the hallway we were in, heading for his room to get his Nintendo switch. He turned the corner at the exact moment Hayden hit me, which had understandably shocked Peter.

He didn't know what to do so he quietly turned around and sped walked back to the dining room where everyone was now seated and starting to eat.

"Um, Mr. Stark-" he began.

"Yeah, what's up kid?" he asked looking at Peter.

"I-I just saw Hayden hit Y/N." he said.

"He did what?! Hayden hit Y/N?!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah they were arguing and then he hit her." he confirmed Tony's worst nightmare.

"Where the hell are they?" Natasha demanded to know just as I walked back into the room with Hayden following behind.

Peter turned around and saw us, "Right there."

"Y/N?! Y/N honey are you okay?" my dad asked me as I emerged from the hallway.

"Yeah? I'm fine dad-" I started to say.

"Did Hayden hit you?!" he asked while looking at Hayden.

"What?! No! He didn't hit me, what- where-" I started asking confused as to who told him.

"Peter just said he saw Hayden hit you." Kate said from behind my dad.

"Did you hit my daughter?!" he said now asking Hayden.

"No sir I don't know what you're talking about-" he tried to say but was met with a punch straight to his face by my dad.

I was in speechless as Kate, Yelena, Wanda, and Natasha started surrounding me asking if I was okay. I watched as Steve and Clint pulled my dad off of Hayden.

I turned around to start walking to my room, overwhelmed by the amount of commotion happening. Wanda tried to stop me.

"Y/N wait-"

"Don't. Follow me." I said walking out of the room.

"I'll try talking to her." Natasha said, starting to head in the direction I went.

I heard someone knocking on the door, but I didn't feel like answering. I looked up when the door opened and closed anyways. It was Natasha.

"I said not to follow me." I reminded her.

"I just wanted to check on you and talk to you." she said softly. I stayed silent.

"Why did you put up with him for all those months." she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I was scared."

She didn't say anything back knowing that I wasn't done yet.

"Scared he would hurt me more if I tried to leave." I finished.

"You know you could've asked us for help. We told you that." she said as she put a comforting hand on my elbow.

"I didn't wanna drag you guys into my mess. I got myself into it, I should've been able to get myself out, but I was scared." I told her as I started crying.

Natasha pulled me into her chest and held me as I cried.

"I've always been here for you Y/N. I want to be apart of your mess." she replied. I looked up at her confused and she could tell I didn't know what she meant. So she took a deep breath and continued talking.

"I've been in love with you even since we met Y/N. I didn't know how to tell you, and the day I was planning on telling you just happened to be the day you brought Hayden into the picture. I knew that I could be a better boyfriend than him and that you deserved someone better. I know I had time to tell you before that, but I was scared. I was too late and I didn't know what to do." she finished.

"Well you're not too late anymore." I quietly said.

"What do you- are you-" she stuttered confused.

"I like you too, Natasha." I cleared it up for her.

"Y-you do?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes Nat. I thought I liked Hayden but I guess I was just looking for a distraction." I confessed.

She just started into my eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered and I nodded my head.

She placed one hand under my chin, gently titling my head up, keeping the other hand on my waist. She leaned in to place her lips on mine, giving me the most soft, loving kiss anyone has ever given me.

I deepened the kiss by putting my hands on both sides of her face, pulling her closer. We only pulled away slightly when air became a necessity.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time." she whispered and laughed.

"Was it just like you expected it to be?" I asked, hopeful.

"It was better than I ever could've imagined." she smiled and kissed me again.

Eventually the mental and emotional strain of the day finally caught up to me, so we switched to cuddling. Neither of us minded though.

Natasha laid down with her head propped up on a pillow as I curled into her side with my head nuzzled in the crook of her neck. She had her arms wrapped around me while one of my hands played with the collar of her shirt.

"Is it too early to tell you that I love you." she quietly said into my hair.

"I love you too." I told her and she kissed my head.

~~~

Later on, Wanda came to check on us, but backed away and closed the door again when she saw us cuddling. Me asleep on Natasha with her holding me.

"Took them long enough." she laughed to herself.

[alphabetboyluvr]

when b just stays over at kook's without sex

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 930 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | There's a handful of instances within bd already and we're also getting more v soon soooo instead i'll tell you what their typical evenings at his look like, bullet point style!!

you will knock. always. you'll never invite yourself in, even though you've known the code for months now, and jungkook always tells you to. there's a formality that comes with front doors, and you enjoy the novelty of it. enjoy waiting as footsteps approach. the anticipation. the idea of him checking himself over in the mirror and tweaking his hair with a soft smile, before welcoming you in.

you're always greeted with a flippant remark - here again? / you're late / did you bring food? / you're so obsessed with me - but you're also always greeted with a smile so large it's a miracle he doesn't pull a muscle in his cheek.

shoes off by the door, your bag is tossed along with it. don't care to keep it with you- all you're really interested in is him.

the reasons for your visits will always be vague - bored / taes round our place / wanted to check you were still alive - and always bullshit.

in reality, you're just there to hang out because you enjoy his company, even when you're doing absolutely nothing.

these days, now that he's done with exams, you're often the one doing work - prepping for gallery showings. will set up camp on his bed, while jungkook is at his desk. he's got no need to be there, but the routine has been established.

it'll last for about half an hour - forty-five minutes if you're lucky - until jungkook gets restless.

it's his restlessness that makes way for his need to fuck around with you. he'll annoy you. throw things at you (gently). whine and whinge about the lack of attention he's getting.

play with your dollies instead / i told you already, they're sculptures! / dolls / sculptures / dolls.

one thing will lead to another and he'll be impossible to ignore. will insist you play a game, or cook with him, or at least be present while he's cooking.

you'll sit up by the kitchen island, glass of wine (that you brought along with you, 'cause all they have in their fridge is Cass and some half-finished soju) in hand, and mindlessly natter with him. together, you cook far more than you order take out. often you bring the ingredients, and tell jungkook to 'do something' with them - and he always manages to surprise you.

netflix will go on, and you'll binge your way through a series you both already watched, just not together. you'll argue about the characters, and when jimin gets home, he'll join in.

(jungkook always cooks enough to feed a football team (mainly because he can EAT (but also because he knows jimin'll help him polish it off, even when you don't)))

jimin'll head to bed earlier than you both (9-5 life

he'll put netflix on his desktop, or some music just so that there's something going on in the background.

you'll laze on his bed looking up at the birds, while he'll sit on the floor, or top and tail with you instead. conversations will go on and on, endlessly.

it'll hit midnight, and neither of you will notice. it won't be until he's laughing about a hypothetical situation you've posed that he'll glance to the clock on his desk. 2 am.

he'll say, we should sleep, b.

you'll say you'll sleep when you're dead - and then you'll end up discussing dumb ways to die for another hour or so.

morning will be breaking by the time you decide sleep is calling you. by this point you'll both be mumbling. lethargic. too lazy to set up a separate bed on the floor. decide to just use his, instead.

he'll take off his shirt, and throw it at your face. tell you not to be a perv. you'll tell him to fuck off and strip down to your underwear, and linger for a moment just so you can raise a brow and say, dont be a perv, jungkook.

the shirt thrown at you will become your nightdress, and jungkook will pretend like it doesn't drive him insane.

sleep will come quickly, for you're both exhausted. in the morning, you'll regret staying up so late - in all reality, it was an unspoken ploy from you both to get into bed with each other in the most innocent of ways.

you'll kick him when you wake up, and he'll kick you right back. footsies, for lack of a better term. you'll both be a little too aggressive, and then you'll be playfighting, as if that's not just another excuse for physical contact.

jungkook will be winning, because jungkook is jungkook.

one moment you'll be under the covers, then next you'll be half-hanging off the bed with him threatening to throw you off completely. you'll both be giggling, and you'll both refuse to give in cause neither of you will want it to end.

you'll call a truce. beg not to be dropped. as soon as he pulls you back, you'll be fighting with him again, until he ends up between your legs. you on top, maybe, or him. it doesn't matter. what matters is that you'll both know you should stop. both look at each other in such a way that friends shouldn't look at one another. chest heaving, lips ajar. eyes starry.

but then he'll clear his throat. avert his gaze. you'll nod. say, i should get going.

he'll agree, but then insist you stay for breakfast, too.

and you will.

because, again, neither of you will ever want this to end.

[itstokkii]

hi! could you talk more about gerkor? it's a ship i hadnt thought a lot about before but your drawings of them are making me interested!! what do like about them and/or what headcanons do you have?

first off thank you for sending this ask!!! i'd love to talk more about gerkor!!

both germany and south korea share a lot of similarities, the main one being that they're the youngest out of their sibling pair, with the older one being separated from them due to the imperialist forces of the us and ussr.

i like to imagine they'd both find comfort in each other that they can't find in their neighbors due to WW2 and before then. both are resentful towards the allies for their respective partitions. they'd both plan to leave the nations' meeting afterparties/galas early and just go home to cuddle. sure korea pulled up to the party bc america dragged her over but she's leaving with germany because they're playing board games at his place.

i've also heard of people calling gerkor the "river pair" because they both experienced a boom in economics and development, with korea's being called the "miracle on the han river" and germany's being called the "miracle on the rhine."

in the modern day, they'd both be workaholics(more like they have to, esp korea with our record of a 60hr workweek lol) but with different ways to relax and unwind after work.

korea will drag germany along to the best korean grilling restaurants, sometimes she'll take him to karaoke(where germany slowly loses his mind as korea slowly loses her voice), and sometimes they'll order delivery food and drink flavored soju(germany's the first to tap out) as they binge watch netflix.

though germany would initially be surprised that korea would have to go to work dinners(회식) after work in the evenings. He insists on coming around the end of it and being her ride home. it's weird to him because shouldn't work stay in the office?

germany leaves work about 1 or 2 hours earlier than korea(4~6PM), and sometimes even earlier on fridays. he cooks dinner until she arrives home, to which they both eat. Then they spend time together(playing video games, baking, watching a movie, what are other things couples do at home,)

its interesting because both germany and south korea are associated with the work culture, and yet they're both on two different areas of the spectrum. if korea comes home tired from work, they both take a nap(or just sleep, given that it's maybe about 8 or 9 as she comes home due to traffic).

germany sometimes gets irked with the way korea randomly drags him along somewhere when she's feeling bored("im bored lets go shopping") tell him at least a day in advance im soojin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he's still completely floored every time her age comes up. she's just a 2000 year old nation cosplaying as a 20 year old. hes only just about 150....

as per the small doodle i did, i do think south korea is maybe that big push to finally convince germany to have a skincare routine. all of a sudden his skin glows brighter than usual, and others are able to recognize the difference the moment he steps into the meeting room.

she loves gift giving and will regularly have at least a few gifts ready for him when he visits, ranging from luxury goods to giftcards to plushies. he does this as well, but mostly likes to gift her things that are practical and personal. if she really liked that german snack he gave her last time, he's sure to give her more as a gift.

they both love hiking and absolutely will go on hiking dates. korea is generally a very mountainous region, so there's plenty of mountains and hills to check off the list!

she likes hugging and holding hands in public. when they're waiting in line for whatever reason, she'll wrap her arms around his waist and wait that way. i can see germany not necessarily being a fan of that, aso she's had to limit her pda sometimes.

has joined germany for oktoberfest before and despite 1000 years experience of drinking, become absolutely wasted. neither of them were able to drive that night.

sometimes she sees the way he dresses and almost dies inside. sandals with socks are for when you take out the trash or a trip to the convenience store, not for...shopping? save the cargo shorts and windbreaker for hiking, not for a picnic!!!!! with the way he shows up to world meetings("it's like you shoved a giant stick up his-" she usually says before she's cut off by germany) she'd expect him to dress in a similar ilk in everyday life, but she has no choice but to accept it...

though sometimes she cheats the system by texting him "we're going somewhere fancy, make sure to dress up semi-formal" and he's sure to show up in an outfit put together with thought.

there's been times where she feels jealousy and anger for how she's been separated from her brother and how that split is regarded as "positive," whereas the partitioning of germany was seen as "negative" and its reunification "positive." she holds no ill will towards germany as most of it was beyond his control, and germany has also expressed support towards a reunified korea in the past(at least, merkel has). but sometimes she sees prussia and germany and can't help but wish that was her and north.

[harleychick91]

SuperCorptober Day 14: Midnight

Midnight Snack

After what felt like the longest week of my life, all I wanted was to go home. I love all of my friends but when I found out Kara was unable to make the weekly dinner party, I wanted nothing more than to go home, fix some tea, and curl up on the couch with a book. Sadly, that was not the case for me tonight. Winn and Alex begged me to help them with Supergirl’s suit that was damaged earlier that week. Giving in, I agreed and went to the D.E.O. lab. After a few hours, they said I could leave but the job wasn’t done so I refused.

It was nearly midnight when we finished and I was able to go home. Pushing open my door, I was met by a candle lit table, soft jazz, and the sound of a crackling fireplace on my TV screen. Hanging my things, I noticed the lights had been dimmed. If I didn’t know any better, it looks like someone set up a date night. Hearing a soft snore from the couch, I smiled seeing Kara snuggled under the blanket she gifted me. Knowing her, she probably put this together.

Walking back to the table, I chuckled noticing Kara used the battery powered candles she put in the goodie basket she made for my birthday. Thankfully she used these and not real candles. Turning them off, I glanced into the kitchen to make sure no food was left out. Once all the lights were turned off, I shook the sleeping blonde gently. “Kara, wake up.” She mumbled something about breadsticks. “It’s late. Wake up.”

“Huh?” Rubbing her eyes, she yawned. “Lena?”

“Hey, let’s go to bed.”

Sitting up, Kara rolled her shoulders. Looking around, she realized most lights were turned off. “What time is it?”

“A little after midnight. Winn and Alex needed my help and it took longer than they expected.”

“Aww,” Kara pouted. “But I had a whole dinner planned for you.”

I’m exhausted but that pout. Damn it, Kara. I want to kiss that pout away every time I see it. How can you not see that I’m hopelessly in love with you? “In that case, let’s have a very fancy midnight snack.”

“Are you sure? You look tired.”

“I’m sure.” Holding out my hand, I pulled the sleepy blonde to her feet. “We can sleep in tomorrow. Saturdays are meant for no alarms.”

Kara reheated the food while I turned on the candles, music, and fireplace. Taking my seat, the reporter placed our food on the table. “This looks and smells amazing.”

“Thank you. I hate that you have to eat it reheated and not fresh from the skillet.” She paused seeing the empty wine glasses. “Uh…”

“One glass won’t hurt. Besides, you planned all of this. I want to experience what you had in mind.” I watched as Kara poured us each a glass of our favorite red wine. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Taking her seat, Kara stiffened a yawn. “Let’s eat.”

Steak, potatoes, and asparagus after midnight. My stomach is not going to like me tomorrow. “Mmph.” My eyes fluttered shut as the steak hit my tongue. “This is delicious.” I don’t care anymore. This is heavenly.

“I’m glad you like it,” Kara beamed. “I told you I paid attention in the cooking classes we did.”

“You paid more attention than I did.” I only agreed to attend because you wanted to learn how to cook and I wanted to spend time with you. I chuckled remembering how everyone assumed we were a couple. The longer we were there, the more confused people were.

“Those were fun.” Pushing around her food, Kara chose her words. “Everyone thought we were a couple.”

“It was a couple’s cooking class,” I offered. “Not just a couple of best friends cooking class.” She’s so innocent sometimes it hurts.

“I’m still sorry about that. I’m sure it was awkward.”

“Not at all.” I desperately wanted it to be true. “No reason to be sorry. We live in a country where if two women love each other, they have the right to be together.” A sad smile flashed across the blonde’s face. What was that? Does she want this to be a date of sorts?

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about dating another woman.” She paused, taking a bite of food. “Or dating someone in general. All of my previous attempts were failures.”

My heart started to race. She’s thinking out loud. I should proceed with caution. “It’s not much different than dating a man,” I paused. “You can do the same types of things. It’s mainly just finding a way to spend time together. The only real difference is what happens in the bedroom.” Kara choked on her wine. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” She tried clearing her throat. “Have…have you ever dated a woman before?”

Does half of our friendship count? No? Fine. “Only once. It was more of a summertime fling than a serious relationship.” I paused, finishing my food. “I prefer dating women. Less facial hair. I cared for Jack but-,” Now I’m thinking out loud.

“But what?” Kara’s voice was nearly inaudible.

Am I ready for this? Telling her how I feel? “But when he came back into my life last year, I had fallen for someone else.”

Disappointment was clear in stormy blue eyes. “Oh.” Going back to her food, Kara continued to eat.

She truly doesn’t realize she’s on my radar. That she is my radar. “I didn’t realize I had fallen at first. It snuck up on me.” Something about tonight feels different. Maybe she does want this to be a date but doesn’t know how to bring it up. “She’s kind, smart, and sometimes extremely stubborn,” I laughed. “To me, her innocence is endearing.” I smiled, thinking over our friendship. “She has her own way of saying that she cares.”

Closing her eyes, Kara pinched the bridge of her nose. “Lena-,”

“One more thing and I’ll drop the subject.” I waited for Kara’s approval to continue. “One difference I’ve seen between dating men and women is the intimacy. Which isn’t just sex. The woman I fell for always keeps me in mind. When I work late, she sends or brings food to my office. On my birthday, she put together an amazing gift basket full of wine, bubble bath, chocolate, and a movie she knew I wanted to see. Or she’ll take pictures of things that remind her of me.” Kara’s brows creased as my words sank in. “The latest thing she’s done was cook an amazing steak dinner and waited hours for me to come home.”

Timid blue eyes met mine. “You….you’re talking about me?”

“I am.” I’m about to panic. I really don’t like being vulnerable. But if you feel the same way, it’ll be worth it.

“You…you’ve fallen for me?” A small glimmer of hope shone in the reporter’s eyes.

“I have, yes.”

Kara’s goofy grin brightened the room. “How long have we been unofficially dating?”

“At this point, I don’t even know,” I laughed. “Let’s clean up and go to bed. It’s getting late.” Taking our plates to the kitchen, I stopped when strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

Resting her cheek on my back, Kara hummed. “I hope you had a good first official date.”

“It’s the best first date I’ve ever had.”

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[sweetloleepop]

Synopsis: What happens when a lonely husband is left with an obsessive maid?

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Reader

Tags: 1960's AU, explicit sexual content, maid reader, making out, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (m receiving), creampie, angry sex, swearing, slight degredation, infidelity

a/n: ⁱ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵍˢ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ⁱ ˢʷᵉᵃᵃᵃʳ

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“Ugh, ahh, Mr. Smith”, moans, grunts, and mumbles are all that I can utter as the guvnor, Erwin Smith, pounded onto me. The speed of his thrusts and the depth of his cock had me seeing stars. “You can’t shy away from calling my name now, can you?” Mr. Smith asked. I was too lost in pleasure to even answer coherently, and Mr. Smith – No – Erwin was quick to bring me back down. He suddenly slowed his pace and once again spoke, “Do you not know how to answer when someone’s talking to you?” , “I-I’m sorry, mister- ah, Erwin”

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I’m (Y/N) (L/N), I have been working for the Smith household for 5 years now. I’ve watched as my two employers, Mister and Missis Smith, fall deeply in love and fall out of it. Both became too busy with personal businesses, but still, it led the woman feeling neglected. I can’t really blame her though, hours of waiting for him at night just for him to not even remember that today is their wedding anniversary. She felt like she deserved better and so she looked for someone else. As bad as it is, its none other than her husband’s friend, Nile Dok. Erwin knew, he’s not an idiot. He knew the reason as to why his wife is out more than usual, why she goes home later than he does, and as to why she became colder to him yet more friendly with others. But Erwin can’t stop now, he’s worked hard for his company and he is not giving up now.

Yes, his wife probably needs him, but she now has someone else and she still comes back to him so its not that big of a deal. That’s before he knew who she was cheating on him with. They argued for almost an eternity that night, I could hear as vases were broken, as things were thrown, and cusses and names were exchanged. It became really toxic, but somehow, I don’t feel poisoned instead, I felt empowered.

After that night, the Smith residence has become deafeningly quiet. Some times the couple would meet at other parts of the house, they would either not acknowledge each other’s presence or argue a bit then have some wordless sex. I could sometimes hear Mr. Smith confront the missus and after that comes the sounds of moans.

The sounds were loud, loud enough for me to hear the degrading words that Mr. Smith throws at his wife. I wonder what that feels like, to be touched by him, to be held by him… The thoughts of Mr. Smith plagues me at night, I can’t help but creep my hands down and touch myself.

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Today, Mr. Smith looks more stressed than usual. He hadn’t the time to even exit his home office to get something to eat. Being the responsible maid that I am, I took it upon myself to give him dinner. I knocked gently on his door and I felt excited as I heard his rumbling voice. I entered his room, it was dark, the only source of light was a little lamp placed on his desk. Mr. Smith looked tired, his eyes are heavy and a stubble was evident on his chin. He looks hot. I made my way to his desk and served him his dinner, our hands slightly touched, ah, his hands are a little rough. He thanked me and I’ve exited the room.

A little later, I was called to take his dishes. He was deep within the pile of his paperwork. “Have you enjoyed your dinner, sir?”. “I can’t say I didn’t, the steak was cooked exquisitely”, he replied with his deep voice, how attractive.

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It was nearing midnight, 11:55pm to be exact. I was lying on my bed, sleep is yet to envelop me. I wonder if he's asleep. I didn’t heard the front door open earlier indicating that Mrs. Smith isn’t home yet. I decided to check on the guvnor, I exited my room and made my way to the master bedroom. I knocked on the door and received no answer. “Mr. Smith?” after a few minutes without his reply, I slowly opened the door. He’s not here.

Its not unusual for the guvnor to stay up late doing his papers, but its almost midnight. I reached his office and once again, I knocked. “Mr. Smith, are you there?” I gently spoke. There’s also no answer, it was getting suspicious and I was getting worried so I opened the door and looked around. There he is, sleeping on his desk, face down on a small pile of paper. He must’ve worked very hard to finish a lot. I walked up to him, I bent myself a little to get closer. I looked into his hair-covered eyes, his eyes are closed and his hair looks soft. He looks peaceful just like this, so alluring.

He shifted a little and finally opened his eyes. I moved backwards, alarmed. “I’m sorry mister Smith, did I wake you up?”, “No, its aright. What time is it?” he asked, his voice gruff. “It’s almost midnight sir, 11:57”.

He stood up and walked around the desk, near where I am standing. The sleepiness probably hasn’t left his system yet and he stumbled. I caught him right before he fell. Mr. Smith is a tall and muscular man, I should’ve known trying to catch him halfway through a fall would’ve brought both of us to the ground. Or did I just ignored that? We both fell, with him below me. I stared right into his eyes, they were wonderful. I could get lost in his eyes forever. I’ve never been this close to him, I’m slowly drowning in desire. I want you, Mister Smith…

I placed my face closer to his and-

“W-what are you doing, (Y/N)?” Erwin asked. “I… I want you mister Smith, please…” I pleaded with desperation. I’ve waited for this to happen for so long – way too long.

He didn’t replied, he just stared. The clock seemed to tick slowly as I waited for him to do something. If he won’t, then I will. Even if it takes force, even if it takes my life, I will.

Mr. Smith stayed still, he looks like he’s contemplating. I took the opportunity to lightly roam my fingers through his chest. He looked into my eyes whilst mine followed my finger. He let out a groan and I looked back at his face. Before I knew it, his lips are on mine. I kissed him back with vigor.

It didn’t take long for our kiss to become so heated, he asked for entrance and I gladly let him in. Our tongues danced together in a lovely tango. Erwin’s lips were so soft, it was so, so sweet. I was busy following his lead that I failed to notice his hands snaking around my waist. In a swift motion, I was beneath him.

Mr. Smith started trailing kisses down my neck. He started sucking near my clavicle which made me shiver. His lips suddenly stopped and mister Smith sat up, removing his dress shirt. I sat up right in front of him and traced my hands through his chiseled jaw. I once again kissed his lips whilst his hands found their way onto my dress’ strap. The soft, cotton fabric slid off of my body so smoothly, leaving me bare, wearing only the lacy pair of panties that I originally bought for this type of scenario.

I slowly made mister Smith lie down and then I straddled his stomach. It’s my turn to trail kisses all over his face, neck, and torso. Upon reaching his muscular but soft pectorals, I gave his right nipple a lick and placed the other one between my thumb and index finger. I took my time ravishing in the salty taste of his body before my kisses went lower. I looked him in the eye, asking for permission. He sat up and helped me remove his pants. I gulped when I saw his cock, he’s huge…

Pushing my intimidated thoughts away, I started giving his tip little licks and sucks. I tried putting the whole thing in but I can’t really help but gag. Mister Smith guided me in enveloping him, making my head bob up and down. Not soon after, he started thrusting into me. I can feel his cock deep in my throat and tears started falling from my eyes, not that I hate what he’s doing.

Not long after, he shot his load inside my mouth which I gladly swallowed, not missing a single drop. I was still catching my breath when Erwin carried me and made his way to his desk, he pushed everything to the side causing some of his papers and quills to fall onto the ground. He placed me on his desk and hurriedly removed my panties.

He rubbed my clit for a few seconds before lining himself in between my thighs. Erwin looked me in the eyes and rubbed himself near my entrance, making me whimper by the lack of a much anticipated friction.

“Mr. Smith, please,” I pleaded with glossy eyes.

“If you insist,”

With all the force he could gather, he slammed his cock into my cunt. The stretch hurt a little but it cannot be compared to the amount of pleasure that it brought. We both released a pleasured sound, a loud moan from me and a groan from him. It feels so good, to finally have this feeling of being full, the feeling of overflowing pleasure, the feeling of him inside me.

“Ugh, ahh, Mr. Smith”, moans, grunts, and mumbles are all that I can utter as the guvnor, Erwin Smith, pounded onto me. The speed of his thrusts and the depth of his cock had me seeing stars. “You can’t shy away from calling my name now, can you?” Mr. Smith asked. I was too lost in pleasure to even answer coherently, and Mr. Smith – No – Erwin was quick to bring me back down. He suddenly slowed his pace and once again spoke, “Do you not know how to answer when someone’s talking to you?” , “I-I’m sorry, mister- ah, Erwin”.

“Are you really?” Erwin asked, still thrusting in an agonizingly slow pace.

I nodded as a response.

“Use your words, slut”

“I am, I’m sorry, Erwin. Please,” I begged for him with teary eyes.

“If you asked so nicely, why wouldn’t I?” Erwin said before picking up a faster pace.

It felt so, so good. Erwin’s thick cock made me feel so full. I was nearing my orgasm when he, once again, stopped.

“Stand up”

I obliged and Erwin spun me around, making me bend over his desk. Fuck. He once again entered me and fucked me hard. I mean, HARD. It was fast, it was deep, it was mind-blowing. I can’t help but moan louder. I’m cumming…

“Erwin- Erwin- fuck I’m close,”

Erwin mumbled a string of curses before rubbing my clit vigorously which made me cum so hard my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Loud moans escaped my lips as Erwin continued to fuck me. Not long after, he came too, shooting hot loads of cum inside me.

I fell limp on his desk and so did he. But after some time, he walked towards his office bathroom to get a towel and clean us up. It was very warm. I was so light headed. After cleaning me for a bit, Erwin carried me to his office couch where we both fell asleep. This I know, would be the very start of many more nights to come…

[eisa-core]

Episode 3 - Your smile is the most brilliant thing in the world

So busy hanging out in the forest!

SEVENTEEN is born for the forest life

The first night had passed quietly, indeed Daisy could not quite remember the time she went to sleep. 4 o'clock? No, at 4 o'clock she was still singing Seventeen songs at karaoke together with Mingyu and Coups. Maybe an hour later, she remembered that she was dead tired and maybe she was already daydreaming when, on her way to her room, she saw Jeonghan soaked to the torso, with his tracksuit in his hand. Yes it must have been a dream.

9:30 am

«Good morning little flower» - Daisy walked into the kitchen with her hair still wet from the shower she took a few minutes earlier . «Good morning to you Junhui, have you eaten?» - She asked him seeing some dishes on the table. «No, not yet. Would you like to join me? I'll make some ramen with coconut curry» - «Ramen with coconut?» - She raised an eyebrow in confusion. «Yes! believe me, we eat it a lot in China, it's very good!». Daisy felt her stomach rumbling so without much thought she confirmed Jun's choice.

«Good morning, are you cooking?» - Dino and Seungkwan entered 10 minutes later, while Jun was already ready to serve his breakfast. «Chan-ie, are you okay? I see you're shaken...?» - Daisy giggled seeing Dino's condition.

The night before there were those who had drunk a little too much, and among them, there was the maknae. «Come on now - sit down and eat with us, there's enough for everyone!» - «No it's OK, I can cook canned ramen» - Chan replied rubbing his eyes. «Canned ramen? We're on holiday, they brought us lots of delicious food and you want the simple ramen we also have at the Hybe canteen?» - Seungkwan replied having a ready answer to everything. «Okay Okay, I'll sit down. Thank you for the food.».

«Okay who does the dishes now?» - Seungkwan came out the question once he had sent down the last mouthful. «I cooked, I deserve the exemption» - «You're right, you can go» Seungkwan told Junhui giving him a round of applause for the excellent dish he cooked. «Okay then let's play Cham-Cham-Cham, the loser will wash the dishes» - Dino proposed and one could see the fear in Daisy's eyes, she always lost when it's the turn of such a game. It was strange not having a schedule and timetable to follow. She had to get used to even the simple fact that she didn't skip the first meal of the day, which was usually the case.

«Cham-Cham-Cham! You lost!!!» - After five rounds it was finally someone's turn to do penance, and that someone was Seungkwan himself. «Come on Kwanie, better luck next time!» - Dino taunted him laughing as Seungkwan hurriedly got up taking the dishes in hand heading towards the sink. «Daisy what are you doing now? I'm waiting for Mingyu to go to the gym» - She took a sip of water and thought about it for a moment.

It was strange not having a schedule and timetable to follow. She had to get used to even the simple fact that she didn't skip the first meal of the day, which was usually the case. «Hmm I don't know? Where's Minghao?» - «Minghao? I saw him drinking tea with Jeonghan and DK, but I didn't understand where.» - And the moment these three members came out of nowhere. «Speak of the devil» - Chan added seeing the three already wide awake, and Minghao refrained from giving Daisy a good morning kiss, knowing that the cameras were everywhere they went. «I was looking for you» - Daisy greeted him however with a hug she didn't want to break away from. That's what else seemed strange to her, being with Minghao for reasons outside of work. «Oh yeah? I wanted to fly a kite, shall we do it together?» - Daisy couldn't hide her smile and happily agreed.

10:15 am

«Hao! You have to run!» - Seokmin, Joshua, Mingyu and Daisy watched Minghao having difficulty flying the kite. He ran left and right but the kite stayed down. «There's no wind!» - complained the latter «I give up it won't go» - He continued letting the kite touch the grass, a pout painting his face. «Okay Minghao, that was good, I'm going on the ATV, want to join?» - Mingyu put his helmet on, trying to make Minghao smile from his misfortune. «Nono, go with someone else» - He lay down on the ground with the kite strings twisted all over the place, and Mingyu too excited to ride the ATV, waved him off soon after.

Daisy, on the other hand, didn't want to leave her boyfriend alone, so she lay down with him, looking up at the sunny blue sky. «There's no wind for playing with a kite but at least there's a nice sun, look how bright it shines!» - Daisy wanted to make him smile somehow, stretching one hand towards the sky while with the other she covered her eyes so as not to blind herself . «I know. But...» - «But?» - «Your smile is the most brilliant thing in the world.»

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My Cookie - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Prompt: Cooking for Gilbert

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Tags: Fluff

It was well past midnight when you stirred in your sleep. Your stomach rumbling, you rolled out of bed, fumbling for your slipped and robe. Thoughts of Yves’ sweet treats filled your head as you made your way to the palace kitchen. 

Sitting on the countertop, just calling your name, was a single small treat– one of Yves’ famous frosted cookies. Not shocked there was only one left, you swiftly picked up the plate, ready to dig in – that is, until you heard the pantry door slam shut. Apparently, you were so hungry, your mind so focused on food, that you were unaware that you were not alone. 

“Wahhh!” you yelped, almost dropping your dish. Of all the people to run into, it had to be him.  

“What brings a lone rabbit to the kitchen at this late hour?” Gilbert asked curiously, his ruby-red eye glittering. 

Glancing down at the plate in your hands, you glanced back at him. “Same reason as you, I presume.” 

“Yeah, someone tossed out my food...” he grumbled. Biting your tongue, you tried not to laugh as you recalled that one time you tried that awful dried meat stick and did not blame that servant one bit for tossing that stuff in the trash.  

“I don’t know what to do with any of this food here,” he continued, as he peered at you with his one eye. 

“Yes, and?” you replied, wishing he would look elsewhere with his creepy eye. He took a seat by the counter and continued to stare at you as he tilted his head. Seated like this, he wasn’t so scary, more akin to a sad puppy dog begging for food. For just a moment, you wanted to reach out and pat his head. 

“Oh! You want me to cook for you?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Why did he have to be so polite? He would be so much easier to refuse if he was rude like Silvio. “I wasn’t planning on cooking anything...” You brought the cookie close to your lips, the smell heavenly. 

“How do you know that wasn’t poisoned?” 

You immediately pulled your hand from your mouth and stared at the Obsidian prince somewhat in horror. “Who would -?” 

“You should let me test it.” He reached out and grabbed your hand holding the cookie, and brought it to his lips. His hand, cold as ice – even through his gloves – held your wrist in a vice-like grip, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes wide watched as he bit the small cookie whole from your hand.  

“Hmmm...” He looked up at you and smiled as he swallowed the cookie. “Not poisoned.”  

With your wrist still in his grip, he brought your finger to his mouth and bit the tip.  

“That hurt,” you scolded as you quickly pulled your finger away.  

“Now I guess you have to cook,” he said without apologizing. 

“What makes you say that?” 

“I ate your cookie,” he said, his smile smug. 

***** 

“What now?” you asked as you assembled your ingredients, feeling his gaze boring holes into your back. 

“Do you have anything I can eat now?” 

“You just had a cookie. My cookie.” You looked in a cabinet and found a loaf of bread. “Here, have this” you said, offering the loaf to him. 

He was sitting politely at the table, looking up at you. Doing that little head tilt thing he did earlier. Why did he have to look so cute? “You’re not going to feed it to me?” 

“No, not after you bit me last time” you replied, hoping your tone wasn’t too sharp for a prince. When he reached out and took the loaf, you returned to cooking. You soon turned around, something suddenly dawning on you. 

“Wait. The bread. What if that’s poisoned?” 

“It’s not.” 

“How do you know?” 

“I just do.” 

“But my cookie...” 

“I had to test that.” 

Frustrated, you sighed deeply and returned to cooking. 

***** 

“What is this?” he asked as you placed a dish of food in front of him. 

“Just eat it. Or do I have to wake Clavis to create something for you.” 

He smiled and laughed before taking a bite. “It’s good.” He sounded sincere, bringing a small smile to your lips. “Whatever this is,” he added, your smile now fading. 

You finished the meal in silence, in awe when he asked if there was any more as he was still hungry. Amazed such a tiny man could eat so much, you piled the rest of the food onto his dish. 

“So,” he said in between bites, “we’ll meet here tomorrow night?” 

He did that cute head tilt thing again, casting his spell on you once more, his enchanting smile enthralling. Why did you have such trouble saying no to this man? 

“Only under one condition – no biting.” 

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