#and in doing that I see the negativity. and bad takes about my husband.

[celestialwife]

genuinely sometimes I think I'd be happier if I just left fandom altogether - maybe not the self shipping side that makes me happy but like. as much as spite used to fuel me into making even more poe stuff I have to admit that my experiences with that fandom have really just. burned me (out). I don't really feel the point in making stuff creatively even tho I enjoy making things and giffing is good regulation for me, but it's maybe not worth constantly having to hear negative things about my special interest, pushing my comfort boundaries in sharing poe, and constantly hearing about how a character I adore and relate to a lot and has gotten me through so much in the last 9 years — was actually just better when the fandom could slap whatever personality they wanted onto him.

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In The Break | Mat Barzal

summary: the Barzal house is at its breaking point without their key member their to save the day.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, grammar that I think a four year old would use.

word count: 2.09k

authors note: this is officially probably one of my favourite (soft) things that I’ve written. Like I can’t get over how cute everyone is. But like weirdly enough I can’t tell if I acc like this so I’m just going to how that it had the luna stamp of approval.

You didn’t think would had ever been more excited to have Mat back home as you were in that moment.

Tilly had been teething and James wanted his father at every waking moment.

Your energy was practically nonexistent as your one year old wasn’t sleeping through the night and that meant that you weren’t either.

It seemed that all three of you were at your wits end and as both kids were sat in the playroom with Tilly sporting her red swollen cheeks. James had gone on about how he couldn’t wait to see his father you knew you were being stupid but it hurt you hearing his praise as he had done nothing but spew the negative words that were in your four year olds Arsenal.

You tried to brush his hair wanting to get him ready for the day “I’m home!” Mat called out as he opened the front door making both kids turn their heads in the direction of him.

Before you knew it you were shoved to the ground as they both seemed to finally behave as they stopped their negative moods “hi baby!” Mat cooed as he crouched down and wrapped his arms around the boy.

Tilly waddled after her brother causing her father to gasp at her improved abilities at walking “where is mama?” The hockey player’s eyes lit up as he saw you tuck your hair behind your ears.

A smile formed on Mat’s lips as he so effortlessly held the children to his sides “hi pretty lady.” It seemed that he didn’t take note of the dark circles that lay under your eyes “was thinking we could go get ice cream with them?” His words cause the kids to cheer as Mat kissed your lips.

That was honestly the last thing you needed to hear. Both kids had won the battle of avoiding nap time until their father got home “Til hasn’t had her nap yet.” You pointed out with a sigh.

You weren’t expecting any shut eye during this time as Mat had been gone for two weeks and you did miss your husband. But you knew that if both kids didn’t try for their naps you would be the one to truly pay the price later on “they won’t be that bad.” As all three sent you a smile you couldn’t help but sigh as you nodded conceding defeat.

It was almost like you could have been a fortune teller. Tilly had cried herself to sleep as she was so grumpy without her teddy that not even Mat’s arms could put her mind at ease.

And your sweet little James had been sat on his fathers lap with every chance he could get.

So now you were not only sleep deprived but you were also feeling neglected.

Mat loved seeing how his kids looked up at him but as he held James in his arms and had Tilly in the carrier as you walked ahead of them to the front door.

Getting Tilly to sleep was easy as you simply placed her in her cot where Mat offered to take over in changing her into her pyjamas. James on the other hand began to have a fit as he realised that his father was nowhere in sight as you sat down on his bed with a book “daddy daddy daddy!” He complained kicking his legs “J daddy is with Tilly right now.” You sighed opening the book.

Yet that seemed to aggravate your son further “I want daddy not you.” Again you knew that James didn’t know the gravity of his words but in that moment you wanted to just break down.

You tried to ignore him as you began reading “I hate you momma where’s daddy!” Having children was another moment of learning how to bite your tongue and you had been doing so much better “you think I want to be here either!” You yelled back finally letting your anger go “I’m tired and for the last two weeks you have treated me like I’m not here!” As James flinched your eyes went wide.

Not once in the four years of being his mom had you ever raised your voice “J I’m-” before you could reach out to apologise Mat walked in “daddy!” James cheered.

Mat sent you a look of concern as you got up “think he wants you to read this.” You mumbled shoving the book into his hands as you let the door shut behind you “momma always said this was a book huh?” Mat smiled as he nestled into the mattress as James rested against him.

Guilt drowned you as you sat with your hands around your knees letting the warm water from the shower land on your back before the droplets slowly dripped down your skin. Tears painted your cheeks as you so badly just wanted to wake up and see that this was all just some bad dream “baby?” Mat called out as he walked into the bedroom.

It didn’t take him long to realise that you were in the shower “shit y/n!” Your husband didn’t care that he walked into the shower with all of his clothes still on.

In one quick movement Mat helped you up before he pulled you into a hug “Mat!” You cried as the hockey player reached behind you to turn the shower off.

Your tears soaked his shirt as you realised all the things you are frustrated about, not being able to make Tilly feel better as she teethed, James deciding that he hated you and how you let it get to you. But most of all how Mat came in and ruined the schedule you set with the kids.

Usually you wouldn’t have cared if they missed a day but you were tired and felt unloved and for that you let it irritate you today.

So you pushed Mat away as he handed you a towel “baby?” He was surprised to see the glare you sent him as you wiped your eyes.

Mat stood there with wide eyes “you went against me today.” The only rule you had about being parents was that you two had to remain united and that’s kind of hard when he ignores your scheduling.

He remained silent as you continued “how am I meant to keep it together here when you come in and play god or some shit becoming their favourites all over again.” You knew you were being stupid but it made you want to cry as you thought about it when your throat grew tight.

The hockey player scoffed “sorry that when I don’t see the kids for two weeks I want to go do something fun with them!” He felt like your statement was beyond aggressive as it quickly turned into a screaming match “Mat I told you that they needed to sleep and you still went with what you wanted!” Before he could even think about his rebuttal the baby monitor went off.

Tilly’s cries pulled your attention away from your husband “I would go but I’d hate to fuck with her sleep schedule.” Mat’s words had you rolling your eyes as you wrapped the towel around your body “fuck off Mat.” You spat shaking your head as you walked out of your room and down the hall to hers.

Her eyes grew full as she turned her head to see you “hi my love.” You cooed picking her small body up letting her head rest against your shoulder.

Usually you weren’t one for picking her up and rather just showing her that you were there but tonight you needed a hug from someone who seemed happy to see you.

So you two stood like that for fifteen minutes as your gentle swaying of your body caused her to finally settle “good night my girl.” You placed her back into her crib before you brought your fingers to your lip kissing them before you let them press softly on her forehead.

The darkness of the hallway back to your room reminded you of the state that of chaos that you had left Mat in.

You nervously chewed at the inside of your cheek before you took a final deep breath and pushed the door open.

Mat seemed like a shell of himself as he had the baby cam in his hand as he replayed the footage of you humming some random rhyme as Tilly fell asleep “I never know how you do that with her.” Mat blurted out as you were always the one to save them when the kids woke up in the night.

It was a taken that Mat could never even fathom as he tried everything but most of the time their own tiredness would come back and bring them into a deep sleep.

Wanting to discard the towel you found one of Mats shirts that you had folded that morning so you put that on instead of your own clothes. You remained quiet as you brought the towel to the bathroom unaware of how Mat followed you “I don’t mean to always play good cop with them it’s just that I’m not always around in the season and-” Mat rambled on as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Now your guilt about lashing out at him came out “it’s fine babe.” You shook off his thoughts as you turned to face him “no it’s not.” It was clear that the hockey player wanted you and the kids around more than he got to see you “you’re their great mom and an even greater wife to me.” His hands wrapped around your neck as you hugged him.

Somehow that contact felt different to the one from thirty minutes ago. This time it was with love and care as he watched you smile when his lips pressed against your head “you deserve to be treated better than you are.” Mat had tried coming up with the lecture for James but he didn’t know how to do it without getting angry at his son.

Sure two years ago James was a total momma’s boy who refused to be with anyone who wasn’t you but Mat knew that if James spoke to him the way he had spoken to you, Mat would have lost it.

Maybe it sounded stupid but you had both gone through your insecure moments with the kids and you were now realising that “can we go to bed then?” You yawned finally wanting that sleep that you had waited so long for.

Mat laughed as he nodded “let’s go.” He watched as you pulled him out of the room back into your bedroom where your bed was a sight for sore eyes.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of giggles and Bluey blaring through the speakers of the tv downstairs. Mat wasn’t next to you so he had obviously woken up to spend time with the kids.

You yawned stretching out as you smiled to yourself letting your back comfortably rest on the mattress “momma?” A soft voice came from the door causing you to look up.

James stood there with his plushie that Tito had brought him back from Vancouver over the summer “hi J,” before you could say anything more your eldest was running into your room as he jumped onto your bed and quickly into your arms.

The sight warmed your heart “what is it my baby?” You cooed running your fingers through his hair “I love you,” James looked up at you with tears in his eyes causing you to frown.

Your finger wiped at his cheek “I love you so much love why are you crying?” You didn’t mean for your words to come out confused as you tried to soothe the boy.

James fiddled with your bracelet, a habit he picked up watching you do it when you were nervous “sorry I yell at you in room.” Your mom had told you that you were going to have moments where you knew you were a good parent and this felt like it was that.

You gave the boy a squeeze as you kissed the top of his head “I’m sorry too.” You mumbled with both you turning to the door as you heard someone walk up the stairs “you two got room for two more?” Mat asked as he pressed a kiss to Tilly’s cheek drawing a giggle from her lips.

The sight gave you so much joy as your heart felt full “always.”

[skylarsblue]

★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

-

NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

-

(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

-

(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

[mschoiyuki]

Always Be With You

Nanami Kento x f!reader

tw : self indulgent. SFW

wc : 1.2k

a/n : I’ve been feeling down this couple days and the negative thoughts makes me a little sad, and I need comfort from my man, Nanami Kento. The most greenest flag man I ever see and I miss him like crazy. And this might be my last writing. Who knows.

Sunday is a lazy day for you and Nanami. You stir awake when you smell the coffee being brewed. Slowly blinking away the sleepiness, reaching the empty space of the other side of the bed and it's still warm. You pick your husband’s shirt and put it on. Walking out to the kitchen, seeing your husband prepares morning coffee.

You slither your arms to his waist, hugging Nanami from behind. Nanami smiles, “Morning, sweetheart.” You just mumble a hum, pressing your face to his broad back and tightening your hug.

Nanami scrunched his eyebrows thinking this is odd. You usually will greet him back. Nanami takes your hands, releasing your grips on him and turn around to see you. That’s not your usual sleepy face, there’s something wrong with it.

Nanami cups your face and lift it, “Bad dream, sweetheart?” Nanami kiss your temple.

You shake your head, “No. I suddenly feeling blue. Maybe the period mood? I don’t know. Just feeling sad, I feel like I’m not enough, feel tired, feel like I want to cry.” You grip Nanami waist, feeling the tears are forming on your eyes now.

Nanami lift you up and sit you down on the kitchen counter top, and he takes both of your hands, kiss it tenderly, "Why you have to think that you are not enough, my love? You are enough, more than enough. Don't let that thoughts eat you up. If you feel tired from works, take a rest. If you want to cry then let it out, I'm always here for you."

"But maybe it's just my period mood swings, Kento. I don't want to burden you with this kind of things. And it’s embarrassing for crying over nothing." You stare at Nanami with glassy eyes.

Nanami cups your cheek, “There’s nothing to embarrass about, love. If it’s too much for you to handle, just let it out. Don’t bottle up your feelings. It’s not good for you, you know.” Nanami hugs you and rubs your back, soothing your uneasy feelings away. And just like that you can’t hold back your tears anymore, sobbing on Nanami bare chest and hugging him so tightly.

Nanami cradle you and still rub your back, whispering all the sweet words for you. “This is so silly, Kento.” You say between your hiccups, looking up at Nanami.

Nanami wipes your tears away and kiss your eyes, “Nothing is silly, my love. So why are you thinking that you’re not enough? You are perfect for me. Don’t listen to the others.”

“I don’t know. Just feel sad and tired suddenly.” You avert your eyes from Nanami.

“Let’s eat breakfast first, I also make your favorite coffee after that we can stay at bed and cuddle. How’s that, sweetheart?” Nanami lift your face again so he can see you.

“You don’t have mission today?”

“I think the others can handle it, don’t worry about it. Even if it’s urgent I’ll call Gojo to take care of it. For now you’re my top priority.” Nanami rubs your cheek and gives you a slow deep kiss. “Sounds good now, sweetie?”

You nod and Nanami pick you up, you hug him and sling your legs to his waist, and nuzzles your head to the crook of his neck. Nanami smiles at how clingy you are when you’re on your period mood swings. He finds it cute and he loves it when you get clingy, sometimes he’ll tease you about it when you’re on a good moods.

Nanami puts you down on the chair, he quickly brings the coffees and breakfast. Nanami still hold your hands until both of you done eating. Nanami pick you up again, one hand slides under your knees and the other on your back. “I can walk on my own, Kento.” You try to protest but still slither your hands on his neck.

Nanami chuckles and plant a kiss on your lips, “Just let me pamper you today, sweetheart.”

Nanami brings you to your shared bedroom and put you down gently onto the bed, "What should we do today? Watching movies? Or read some books?" He gently tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Read me some book, please? I love your voice, Kento. It can make me calm."

"As you wish, princess." Nanami kiss your forehead and go fetch some books to read. He sits on the bed leaning against the headboard, you nuzzle to his side, head on his chest so you can hear his heart beat and his voice echoing. Nanami put his left hand on your arm and rubbing it to soothe you. As you listen Nanami reads the book, your eyelids getting heavier and you drift off to sleep.

When Nanami hear your steady breathe, he peek from his book and find you already asleep. Nanami close his book and put it on the night stand, he slowly slide down and bring you close to him, he kiss your forehead and drift to sleep too.

Both you and Nanami wake up at the sound of nonstop doorbells and Nanami's phone rings. Nanami grunts and take his phone to see who the culprit that dare to disturb his and your peaceful day.

As soon as he sees Gojo name on the screen, he knows who rings the bells too, "What do you want? It's Sunday." Nanami pick up the call and answer it with annoyed tone.

"Don't be mean, Nanami. We came to cheer Y/N up!" Gojo still rings the doorbells.

"We??? Stop ringing the doorbell, please." Nanami pinch the bridge of his nose and sighs, he stands and walk to open the door and you following him.

"Yes. We! Surprise!" Gojo spread his long hands as like introducing the guests.

"Nanamin! We heard from Gojo - sensei that your wife is sick. We finish up our mission and come as quick as we can!" Itadori gives his puppy eyes to Nanami.

"Sensei, sorry for the intrusion. We bought mochi for you and your wife." Kugisaki hands out the package, while Megumi just nod at Nanami.

You let out a small laugh behind Nanami and come forward taking the mochi package from Kugisaki, "Thank you for coming. Come on in. It's cold outside."

Gojo lead the packs and sling his arm to Nanami's shoulder teasing the hell out of him. You bring tea for all of them and sits beside Nanami, "How do you know I'm sick, Gojo? But I'm not sick though."

"Nanamin send me a text, he said he can't accept any mission today because his lovely wife is sick." Gojo cross his leg and sip the tea.

"I didn't said she's sick. I said I need to stay with my wife." Nanami sighs and take your hand, intertwining it and rubs your back of hand.

Their bickering and the first years teasing make your heart lighter, erasing the dark cloud on your mind, you laugh with them and tighten your grip on Nanami hand.

Nanami peek at you and nudge your head with his head, "Feels better now, my love?"

"Yes. So much better. Thank you, Kento. I love you." You whisper to him.

"Anything for you, my love. I love you too." Nanami bring your hand and kiss the back of your hand.

Where could you ask for a man that accept you for being you, crying over nothing yet Nanami still stay with you giving you love that you deserved. Making your world shine again. The man that would do anything for you, and you are so grateful to has this man in your life as your husband.

dividers by : @saradika-graphics

[bakubunny]

a/n: my inbox & dms are always open. 🖤

tw: husband!kiri, f!reader, disordered eating (no specific foods or numbers), relapse, anxiety, negative self talk

your stomach turned at his question.

“ready to make dinner, cutie?” eijiro said from the next room.

cooking dinner together was part of your routine when both of you were home.

eijiro had learned, being with you, that you liked to be meticulous with your food. most things had to be cooked or done in a certain way. there were tasks that you asked him to handle when the anxiety became too much. some days he’d let you push him out of the kitchen and do it all yourself to maintain a sense of control, and other days when you’d allow it, he did the same to you when he could see the panic in your eyes. he was okay with that because it meant he could take care of you.

you’d learned, being with him, that he was far too perceptive for his own good. he never let you treat yourself poorly if he could help it, never missed a change of habit. some days that felt like too much; he was a pro hero with enough on his plate. why couldn’t he let you handle this on your own?…

you knew why. he hated feeling helpless, especially when it came to you. but it still made you feel more like a burden than a loving partner.

“i’m not hungry. we can eat separately, if you want?” you said.

a lie.

eijiro knew there was a fifty-fifty shot if it was true. he walked into the living room where you were reading a book and sat next to you.

his eyes held concern. “babe, is everything alright?”

not really. but you were too tired to talk.

“yeah, why?” you didn’t look up from the page. maybe if -

“this is the third night in a row,” eijiro said quietly.

silence.

“i’m worried about you.”

you met his pained, crimson gaze. he did have reason to worry, at least this time.

it always started with skipping lunch when work got stressful. when your clothes didn’t fit right. when your stomach was too chubby or your thighs too big. then it was breakfast, when eijiro was asleep or already gone. then dumping last night’s dinner in the trash the next day when you said you’d eat it for lunch, opting for anything that didn’t make you panic, if you could stomach it.

when you needed a sense of something you could control, this was it. you could count numbers. you could watch them change. manipulate them until you felt some kind of relief. it was never happiness, but at least the fog of hunger made thoughts slow down. you could feel the way it affected your body, even if it didn’t feel good.

and that was all something. better than nothing.

“i’m okay, ei. really. my stomach hurts, that’s all,” you replied with a smile. which was true.

“do you need to see a doctor?” he asked. “you haven’t had breakfast in at least two weeks. don’t think i haven’t noticed just because i’m not here.”

a pang in your chest. this is why you insisted on doing the grocery shopping yourself. it took twice as long to go by yourself, but you didn’t care. it allowed you to hide. the last few weeks, you had to hand the list off to your husband. but he was thorough, always double checking.

“you know i keep food at work. and-”

his voice raised slightly. “that doesn’t mean you’re eating. you’re losing weight.”

a lump burned in your throat.

how is that a bad thing? what’s wrong with something that made me feel better? i’m too chubby anyways. it’s disgusting. i’m disgusting. why does he care?

you knew why it was wrong. had seen the effects of how habits like yours could rapidly destroy bodies. and eijiro knew that, too. but lately, that didn’t matter.

“please don’t push,” you said softly.

“no, i will push. i won’t sit here and watch you hurt the person i love. i can’t-” eijiro’s voice cracked. tears spilled down his cheeks. “i can’t do it. do you understand that?”

you fidgeted with the edge of a page as tears filled your own. “yes.”

“then will you come to the kitchen or let me make you something?” he pleaded. “we can have whatever you want. fuck our dinner plan, i’ll make you anything. i’ll let you cook if that helps, i don’t care. just… please?”

your mind wanted to argue. you don’t understand, you’d say. but it was unbearable to see eijiro like this. you set your book aside and wrapped your arms around him. he pulled you into a tight embrace as tears fell.

“i love you, eijiro,” you whispered.

he kissed the side of your head. “i love you. i love you so much. more than you could ever know.”

[behindthesoul]

I’m Sorry

Masterlist

Summary - random moments where the characters say they’re sorry

Characters - Johnny Cage, General Shao, Kung Lao

Warnings - not proofread, injuries (Shao), food mentions (Kung Lao), not my highest quality work

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Johnny Cage

You huffed as you heard your phone buzz for the third time in a minute. There’s no use in looking at the screen, it’s obvious what the message is and who it’s from. Johnny had royally pissed you off earlier in the day; all you wanted was a little space.

Your phone buzzes twice more and it annoyed you to no end. You grabbed your phone with the intention of silencing it, but you couldn’t help but read the most recent notifications.

> Babe im sorry

> Open the door please

As if on cue, you hear a few sharp knocks on the door. It catches you off guard. Part of you wants to ignore him, but you’d feel bad if you left him out there all night. Sighing, you stand up and walk to the front door.

You open it to see your boyfriend holding a comically large teddy bear with the words I LOVE YOU BEARY MUCH stitched into its chest. The bear’s large head almost blocks Johnny from your view and you try not to laugh at the sight.

He holds the bear out to you, a weight falling off his shoulders once he sees you grab it. Johnny looks at you relived, his face is slightly more worried than usual.

“I fucked up, and I’m sorry,” he states. He’s ready to say more, but you stop him.

“I know.”

General Shao

You wince as you try to stand; the ache in your ribs restricting movement. A crowd of soldiers surround you and ask if you are alright. Obviously not, you say to yourself, idiots.

Suddenly you hear loud footsteps coming in your direction. The soldiers turn their attention from you to the sound. Another attempt to stand is in vain, making you groan. The crowd makes way for your husband as he stares down at you. His face twists into a scowl and his eyes snap to the soldiers surrounding you.

“Which one of you fools did this? I will feed your rotting corpse to the worms!”

You wave your hand as to shoo away the negative thoughts in his mind. “No matter - just help me,” you choke out. Shao rushes over to take you in his arms, giving one last threatening glance to his soldiers before taking you to the infirmary.

The General prefers to take care of your wounds, and you prefer to take care of his. It’s not uncommon for him to sit in the infirmary for hours and not letting anyone touch him because no one tends to his wounds like you do. He sits you on a table and assesses your injury. Shao grumbles as his fingers dance across the purple and green splotches on your skin.

“It seems to be nothing more than an ugly bruise,” he states. “Still, I will have the head of the unruly man who thought it wise to lay a finger on you.”

“It was my mistake for not blocking the attack, Shao.”

“It was theirs for touching the General’s spouse.” His voice is firm and it signals he wants the conversation to end. Shao will never say the words, but you can tell his string of curses and threats directly translate to I’m sorry, I should’ve been there. He stands, battle axe in hand. “I will handle this. You stay and rest.”

And with that, he’s out the door.

Kung Lao

The rush of being one of Liu Kang’s champions was exhilarating, though the reality of the situation set in quickly. You spent hours training before spending hours more sitting through the monk’s lessons about the difference realms. At the end of the day you dragged your sore body to bed. You rarely spent time with your boyfriend.

Which is why you were so happy to finally to have a break. Kung Lao had asked you to eat lunch with him, and you quickly accepted. You spot him sitting under a tree and you make your way over to him. He gives you a small kiss when you sit down.

You zone out for a few moments before you hear Kung Lao eat, reminding you why you’re here. You grab a sandwich and start eating.

Normally, you and Lao fill the air with laughter. Today is different, the two of you are comfortable with sitting in silence. You missed this; the first bit of normality you’ve both had in weeks.

You eat slower than usual, too occupied in the random thoughts floating around in your mind. Kung Lao notices this and decides to take advantage. He grabs your sandwich and eats the last of it in one bite. You look at him, stunned.

“Why did you do that?!” You laugh. “It’s obvious I was still eating!”

Kung Lao shrugs, his lips curling into a smirk. “Sorry, you should’ve ate faster.”

You playfully hit his shoulder and he laughs before feigning pain. “You owe me another sandwich, y’know.”

“Great, I’ll eat that one too.”

[princessbunnib]

Captivated Pleasure

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Due to your husband's shady life choices, your caught in the middle when you find yourself in the basement of some building with a masked man sitting in front of you.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Mask Kink, Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Mentions Of Knife Play, Oral |M| Receiving, Face Fucking, Come In Throat, Come On Face, Praising, Vaginal Sex, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Choking, Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Mentions Of Anal, Mutual Masturbation, CreamPie.

Author's Note: I had so much fucking fun writing this.

Pt2 Here:

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You were sitting on the cold concrete floor with your hands cuffed to a pipe. You had no idea where you were. All you could remember was a group of men breaking into your home, taking you your husband and taking you captive.

It's been atleast a few days since the break in. At first you were scared but you've now come to terms with what's happened.

You haven't been able to see your husband at all. But quite frankly you didn't went to either. He's been up to some things he didn't see was important enough to tell you about? Now you're sitting here in what seems to be a basement just because of him.

You sighed thinking about the situation at hand. The doors opened and was followed with someone walking down the creaking stairs. Since you couldn't see anything, a shiver rushed through your body. Only until you heard the sound of a chair being pulled up in front of you.

The sack that covered your head was pulled off gently. You were met by a man sitting in the chair. His hands firmly holding the lining of his harness.

The man wore a mask with the face of a skull on it. His dark ghostly eyes staring down at you.

"Let me go already! What even is this?" You asked shaking your wrists from the cuffs.

"Negative, I'm afraid I can't do that, it's against the rules."

"What rules? You mother fuckers ran into my home with guns! I'm sure the rules have been off the table since the beginning!"

He deeply chuckled fixing the way his mask hugged his face. "Quite the fiery one aren't you? I'm guessing your husband didn't tell you anything? To put it simply, he knows information that we want... and to get him to talk, we took you captive along with him..."

"I'm sure if you were taken and put in a fucking basement, you'd be 'firey' too." You said rolling your eyes.

"You have a point... but uhm, we aren't going to hurt you if that's what you think is going to happen, they just sent me down here to make sure if you're okay... wouldn't want you getting any ideas of escaping now would we?" He leaned into your face, staring down at you. You swolled the lump in your throat gazing into his eyes, his peircing stare making your body feel warm.

"What's with the mask? I think it's ridiculous, I mean don't you get hot under there or something?" You asked swiftly changing the subject.

"It's made out of breathable material, and I think it's amusing that you care about my mask even if I had a hand in you being down here in the first place."

"I don't- it's just..." You held your tongue on your words and looked away from him.

The truth was that you actually found the mask attractive. His voice was deep and raspy, not to mention the accent he held. The way his eyes would glare down to you while he sat high made you feel a certain way. As scary as it was to be down here, he was making this seem not so bad.

"So- I can't just be let free? I wouldn't go to the police or anything." You said trying to further the conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not about that darlin' the sooner your husband talks, the sooner you two can go back to your lives..."

"Fuck... that stubborn asshole, I just know he's not going to say a damn thing..." You stated rolling your eyes. "Can you take these cuffs off of me? They hurt so bad."

"Can't do that either darlin'." He said with a cocky tone.

Was he really flirting with you? And did he think giving you some stupid pet name was going to work?

You scoffed at his remark. "Don't call me that, I'm married." You said.

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that you actually enjoy having that ring on your finger, I saw your house... not one picture of the two of you was hung on the walls, and also your phone has nothing in it that would signify that you were married."

"We just don't like to make it a big deal, it's not that serious!" You said raising your voice.

The masked man didn't think of you as frightening whatsoever. He could see past the tone of your voice that you were actually scared shitless. With your hands cuffed, it's not like you could actually be an aposing threat.

If anything, he found it funny that you were trying so hard. His eyes then traced your body, your legs were definitely your best quality.

So soft looking and silky smooth. He enjoyed the way your pencil skirt hugged your curves just right. The top button to your blouse had warn out and popped off over time. Now giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

"My goodness, could you stop pretending for a second? I can just tell that you don't love him... doesn't take a therapist to see that. Do you not like to make it a big deal, or is it just him?"

"Fuck you... what would you know about marriage? You don't seem like the relationship type of guy anyway..." You said now feeling embarrassed. He was completely right. Your marriage was a lie, you couldn't even believe that you agreed to such contract after you took pride in not wanting to be married for years.

The thought of having that shiny rock on your finger is what made you romanticize the proposal. In reality you feld ignored, like a stranger in your own home.

He then lifted your head by your chin with his finger. You looked up at him, feeling yourself melt on the inside. "Don't look down now, just say you don't love him... I bet you want to feel the connection of a real man, don't you?"

You could never get yourself to admit it out loud that you didn't love your husband. You decided to live in delusion for so long that you forgotten how you truly feel.

He took his hand away from your chin and sighed deeply while stretching. His hips moving forward to give him a more relaxed posture.

Your mind couldn't keep straight. With his cocky attitude and voice, you couldn't keep up the act any longer. He has to know what he's doing, sitting in front of you like this. Calling you all sorts of names, softening his tone while speaking to you.-

You glanced down to his crotch area. He had so many things on his body, making him look like a solider. Not one bit of skin was shown, and that alone was giving you material to work off with in your mind.

You would pay any amount of money to see what was underneath.

"Pick up your jaw there sweetheart, your husband wouldn't appreciate you looking at another man the way you are..." He said with a sly tone.

You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, you could tell he had a grin on his face.

"Wh-what? I wasn't looking..." You said trying to act natural but clearly failed to.

"Yeah? Then why are you so nervous... hmp, I say..." He got up from the chair, pushing it to the back of the room. "If I was your husband, you wouldn't even think about drooling over the cock of another man..."

With those words he then walked back upstairs. You watched him as your thighs clenched. Fuck... you hoped he could come back, you couldn't shake this feeling of desire for him.

Your sitting in this room, turned on by a person you can't even see the real face of.

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"He's still not talkin' is he? His wife was right... he sure is a stubborn fuck..."

"Exactly, to think taking her hostage was going to push things along, he clearly doesn't care about her. Have you spoken to her yet?"

"I did last night... she's perfectly fine down there... although she might be cold, so give her a blanket or two... in the meantime, I'll go keep her company..."

You laid on the floor staring at the piped ceiling when you heard a conversation take place above you. Maybe he was coming back down to see you? You sat upwards and watched the door, seeing the light from upstairs beam through.

As you expected, a man walked downstairs with heavy steps. Your eyes widened in joy once you saw him. He took off his helmet and fixed his mask. Soon meeting eyes with you, seeing your expression.

"Look at you getting excited like a puppy... you must be happy to see me, yeah?" He asked positioning the chair in front of you once more.

"I'm not getting excited..." You said rolling your eyes.

"Awe at this point you're going to hurt my feelings, I should just leave you down here again shouldn't I..." He said pretending to get up again.

"No Wait!-"

He smriked and sat back down, staring down at you waiting for you to finish.

"Yes darlin'? You have something to say to me?" He asked already having a good guess on what you were going to respond with.

"I was thinking last night... and, you're right... I don't love him." You spoke lowly.

"Awe, well baby I already knew that, I just wanted to hear you fix those pretty lips of yours to say it..."

You pressed your lips together feeling flattered that he would even say such a thing.

"So what now then? I already said it... did you just want me to gas your ego by proving your assumption right?" You asked in a whing tone.

He pulled the chair closer to you, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stared down at you and held his hand out, caressing your cheek.

"What now? I presume that you were expecting to get something out of this, hm? Go head and tell me then sweetheart, so i can know exactly what you want..." His touch was like lava. Heat radiated from your skin as you pressed your cheek into his glove shamefully enjoying the small amount of touch.

"I... I want..." You whimpered shaking the cuffs again. You were trying to fight against the creeping urge to touch yourself but couldn't. You hated being so restricted.

You needed to touch yourself. The twitching of your clit was killing you. If only you could show him what you wanted, rather than telling.

He took note of your whimpers. A smirk creeping over his clothed face.

"Want what? Say it for me baby..." He responded, continuing to egg you on in a teasing manner.

"Please can you let me out? I can't do this anymore- pleasee~" You begged in a high tone.

"Really? Have some shame, look at you, begging... it's quite pathetic... but sweetheart, I can't fulfill your requests if you don't tell me... believe me, I'm aching to shove my fat cock inside that tight little cunt of yours, but I can't do that..." His hand wrapped around your throat, speaking into your ear gently. "If you don't stress to me about how much you want- no... how much you need it..."

Your mouth was watering at this point. All you had to do was speak up and tell him, but you really wanted him to take advantage of you. Use you like the toy you've always wanted to be.

He had the perfect opportunity to do so, with you being cuffed up still. It's not like you could fight back. It's not like you wanted to fight back.

"What's it going to be? Do you want to keep siting there with your panties soaking by every second we spend ignoring the real reason I'm here? Or, do you want me to fuck you senseless, with your permission of course... unless you want to me slut you out for the night- fucking buckets of my semen inside of you, possibly impregnating you with my baby?, either way I'll be satisfied."

"I want- I want to be your whore... please I desperately need you to fuck me... use me like I'm a bitch in heat... I'm so tired of clenching my pussy around nothing..."

"Hmp... that's all I needed to hear."

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Simon had a firm grip on the back of your head, forcing his cock in and out of your throat while the other held onto the sturdy pole that was next to you.

Tears built up in your eyes as you stared up at him. His groans loud and vocal, echoing throughout the lackluster room. You lifted your hands placing them on the band of his pants for support.

"Mffhpp~ oghhfp!"

"What was that my little fuck toy? Can't really hear you over the sound of me using you as a personal fleshlight, do you need a second to breath? Let me know princess..."

"Ffppahhh hngghhh-!"

He groaned pulling his hips back, you sighed heavily now breathing through your mouth. Simon looked down at you once more, pressing his cock head on your cheek waiting for you to give him the 'okay' to continue.

The cold air making him slightly moan after being stuffed away in your mouth for so long.

"Are you aright baby? Please tell me if I'm being too rough..."

"*haah~ haaf* It's fine- please don't stop-" You heavily gasped sticking your tongue out, opening your mouth wide.

"You fuckin' whore... as you wish my darlin'."

He pulled your hair slightly, keeping your head at an angle as he thrusted his hips into your throat.

You placed your hands on your throat, feeling the lump grow and shrink matching the speed of his thrusts. He moaned throwing his head back as you massaged your throat, making the experience more pleasurable for him.

His thrusts were long and deep, only pulling back once your nose was met with the neatly trimmed bush that was his pubic hair.

"Such a good fucking girl~ shit... aghh I'm gonna fill your throat so fucking deep, you'll be coughing up my semen for weeks... would you like that baby?"

You nodded hummed, sending vibrations down his shaft. "Ahaah~ that's right baby..."

His hips came to an abrupt stop to draw out time from his window to finish. You whimpered placing your hands around the base of his shaft. Now sucking his tip with the widen of your tongue. Teasing his frenulim with just the very end of your tongue.

He watched you with a grin behind his mask, he made sure to keep your hair out of your face to not distract you from pleasing him. He could feel his balls tingle by every lick as he so desperately wanted to pull his orgasm forward. Your eyes staring up at him innocently as if you weren't making sloppy wet kisses up and down his shaft, lightly gliding your teeth on the veins protruding from his blush pink skin.

"I bet you haven't done any of this to your husband, hm? I say, I'm quite honored to be the first man you try this on..."

"Tell me how big it is sweetheart, I can see the struggle in your teary eyes... you can barely fit me inside, it was a miracle that I was even able to fuck that throat of yours..."

"I can't even hold it~ I need both of my hands to do so... your head is so thick, I can't wrap my whole tongue around it... so fucking huge~ my husband's is so small... I hate sucking on it... but yours- fuck I could have you in my mouth all day."

"Oh yeah? Well good for you princess... this cock belongs to you no matter of you want it to or not, fuck I can't ever pass this opportunity up... from now on I'll be the only one fucking your slutty little esophagus..."

Simon then thrusted into your mouth more forcfully. His eyes closing tightly as he clenched his jaw. You moaned onto his cock as your eyes rolled back. Your hands returning to the band on his pants.

Praises and curse words fell from his lips as he felt his knees locking in place. Simon proceeded to speak in tongue as he felt his cock burn with pleasure, now shooting his heavy sticky load into your throat. You panicked breaifly but took it with pride as you heavily breathed through your nose.

He groaned loudly, hodling your head in place. Soon watching his cock drip with excess semen. You swallowed his load with your eyes dark with lust. You looked up at him opening your mouth up again.

"More~ I want more~" You moaned heavily breathing.

"This is just the begining sweetheart, don't worry that pretty little head." He sighed heavily with a grin.

He sat in the chair again, now taking his gloves off proceeding to wrap his hand around the base of his shaft. Stroking it to get it hard again. You watched him, licking your bottom lip as if he was a piece of meat.

"Aw princess looks like I'm not hard enough, I'll tell you what... I let you out of those damn cuffs only so you can give me a show yeah? How does that sound?"

"What am I supposed to do? I haven't masturbated in front of anyone before..." You said slightly worried.

"Alright... don't worry sweetheart." Simon pulled his pants up briefly and grabbed the face covering from before, now putting it on your head and taking his mask off.

He shoved it in his pocket and began to lay soft kisses on your body, pulling at your skirt and blouse to get them off.

"Keep that on sweetheart, I know you find my mask attractive... don't ruin the surprise now... behave for me and I'll come on every inch of your body... disobey me and I'll leave you high and dry, maybe telling all of those men upstairs how easy you were to suck my cock... that would be embarrassing now wouldn't it..."

You felt his soft lips on your inner thighs. You moaned draping them over his shoulder, he chucked grabbing the keys to your cuffs out of his spare pocket and unlocked them.

Your arms fell to your sides, now placed on the cold floor keeping you sitting up straight. You moaned loudly once you felt a long lick on your clit, followed with a thumb pressing on the bundle of nerves.

"Would you look at that... I was right, your soaking wet... your cunt is just dripping on the floor? And your panties... call me a pervert but you definitely aren't getting these back..."

Simon then popped his finger in his mouth, tasking your delicious juices and smirking to himself.

"You taste amazing... such a pretty pussy you have there too... I can't wait to ruin it with my babies, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes~ please can't you just fuck me now?" You whined bucking your hips slightly.

"Awe baby... hold on, don't be so greedy now... I'm going to sit back down in my chair, and you be a good girl by putting your fingers to use... have you squirted before baby?"

"No..."

"Don't worry, I'll fix that..." He said before getting up and sitting down again.

He pulled his cock out waiting for you to do anything that could get him started. Truth was, by simply staring at you and imagining the smell of your panties, his cock was growing by the second.

You were nervous to even continue. You knew he was looking at you, calculating your every move. You didn't want to disappoint even of this was out of your comfort zone. The embaressment you felt only made you wetter.

You sighed and turned around on all fours. Arching your back allowing your lower half to be on full display. Your face on the cold concrete.

"Fuck- the things I'd do to fuck that pretty asshole... have you ever had someone fuck your ass before baby?"

"N-no~ ahhh-" You spoke soon moaning as you penetrated the spongey insides that was your walls with a single finger.

Simon spit on his hand as makeshift lubricant. He then held his shaft at the base, stroking up and down only to stop with a firm squeeze on his tip. He watched the cloudy stream of pre-cum drip down his head.

You continued to moan as you pushed in another finger, now pumping them in and out in a consistent rythem. Your vagina began to clench around your digits, producing clear liquid coating your lips and clit.

"So fucking wet... you by far have the most prettiest cunt I've seen... I want to fuck it until it's red... how does it feel to have some stranger stroke his cock to you? Does it make you feel more confident in being a slut?"

Hahh~ uhhh... mmm fuck~ y-yes- nghh..." You whimpered arching your back more deeply and swaying your hips side to side.

"God fuck- I'm trying to have some composure here but you just keep tempting me... I want to be balls deep inside you..."

The sticky wet sounds of your vagina filled the room sounding like music to Simon's ears. He then began to fuck his hand imagining that it was you. He watched your delicate fingers wrap around your clit, twisting it and applying pressure. You screamed louder before placing your free hand on your mouth to muffle your moans.

What if everyone upstairs heard you? Oh shit, what if your husband hears you?

"Ahh I need- I need you so bad... pleasee?" You whined turning over on your back, spreading your legs wide and playing with your clit.

"I need you too princess, fuck- keep being a good girl and I'll do whatever you want me too... I appreciate how honest you're being now- I don't have to encourage you to say you want to fuck me..."

"Mmm please please please- oh my fucking god- I want to fuck you so bad it hurts..." You whimpered curling your fingers deeper inside you.

"Oh yeah I know you do, just by the sounds of your pussy I can tell... I want to fuck you- put you in so many positions... force your head down to the floor as I pound into you- my balls slapping against that pretty clit-"

"What else do you wanna do to me? Don't stop now my fingers are drowning in my pussy right now~"

Simon gasped loudly as he used his other hand to massage his heavy balls. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the extra skin that laid in the middle.

"Hahh~ aghh, fuck... I want to put you into a fucking mating press and breed you- I want you to ride my face as I have a knife to your stomach, dragging it on your skin everytime you inch closer to orgasm."

"Ahhh yess~ mmm, why put it to my stomach when you can have it on my thigh? Do you know what I want you to do with that knife? Haahhf.~"

"What is it baby- tell me as I stroke my fat cock-"

"I want you to break the skin on my thighs marking your territory- fuck~ you can even carve your name into them... I want my husband to know that I belong to another.~"

His hand pumped faster, he built up saliva in his mouth only to spit it onto his head, rubbing it with his right hand while still using his left to massage his balls.

His cock head twitched and allowed a stream of come to spill out. He sighed heavily, fucking his hand once more while watching you.

"Sounds like fucking heaven, don't threaten me with a good time princess... I'll mark you with more than just my name.~"

Simon groaned loudly as he took his hands away from himself. He grabbed your wrists pulling you to his body, he pushed you back around, forcing your naked body to the cold floor. You squirmed under his heavy build only to have his hand around your throat receiving a tight squeeze.

"Stop fucking squirming... I need to fuck you now, I don't care if it hurts- I'm gonna fuck you however I want to got it? You're nothing but a fucking toy to me- you hear me princess?"

Simon then put his mask back on, then proceeded to pull your face covering off and place his hand on the ground, using the other to hold you down in place.

"Look forward until I say otherwise you fucking whore." He growled into your ear before sliding his cock inside you with ease.

Your sensitive walls pulling him inside, making him moan in your ear. You bit your lip as Simon pulled your left arm behind your back and lifted your hips from the concrete, now keeping your body into a slope easy for him to thrust into.

You moaned as he began to forcfully thrust not giving you any time to get used to his thicker size. You whined trying to get out of his grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll only be able to get off to the feeling of my veiny cock inside that cunt- I don't give a fuck if it's too big for you, get used to it baby~"

"It hurts~ but feels so fucking good- I don't know if I want you to slow down or fuck me harder.~"

He deeply chuckled as he dragged out his thrusts forcing cream to form at the base of his cock. He groaned watching how easily your vagina willingly bent to what he was doing, your walls clenching onto him repeatedly as he tried to be slow just to tease you.

He played with your ass cheeks and spread them, now lifting his mask slightly so he could spit once more.

Your body jolted as you felt the wet drip of spit followed by his thumb teasing the entrance of your tight hole.

"Fuck it's so pretty- every hole is going to be full- for now I'll just use my thumb though, I don't want to miss any second of your cunt pulling me in so snuggly..."

You whimpered throwing your head back. Simon's full bodyweight was now on top of you, keeping you in place as he rutted his hips into you. He groaned wrapping his arm around your throat, keeping you into a headlock as he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Fuck such a naughty girl- I bet you enjoy every moment of this yeah? Such a slut..."

"I love it~ don't fucking stop- keep fucking me... choke me harder- ahhh uhhhh~ I feel like I'm gonna come.~" You moaned clenching your walls and squeezing your thighs together, making yourself feel tighter to him.

"Mhm~ keep taking me in so well baby- your really working for that creampie aren't you? My well behaved slut... you want my seed?"

"Uhuhhh~ yes- yes- yes- yes~nghh...YES! I want it- I want every fucking drop.~" You begged with tears building up in your eyes.

"Awe you're crying? It feels that fucking good doesn't it baby?" He asked holding your jaw tightly with his hand.

You nodded letting the tears fall as you slammed your hands on the concrete needing a different way to let go of all of the pleasure you were receiving.

With each thrust your clit grinded against the cold floor. You moaned rolling your eyes to the back of your head whimpering louder.

"You're such a good little whore for me baby~ where do you want it princess? I'm gonna fucking come.-"

"Do it anywhere- aghhh I'm gonna come too- please can we finish together~?" You asked attempting to hold your moans back.

Simon pulled out of you briefly and sat down, pulling you up from the ground throwing you onto his lap like you were some sort of ragdoll. He positioned your hips over his erection and forced you down. Hissing at the feeling of your walls at a different angle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning in his ear and holding his head in your arms. Tears fully steaming down your face.

"Fuck~ just like that- haaahh~ YES YES AGHHH.~"

"You belong to me- your my fucking slut- next time we do this~ FUCK- I'll mark you to fucking prove it.~"

"Uhhhhh uhh mmm okay!~ don't stop using me- I'm yours- I belong to you- I'm your object.~"

Simon pulled his mask up halfway and kissed your neck forcfully making bites to break your skin. You moaned throwing your head back and placed your hands on his knees, now bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Awe you belong to me baby? Even when you have a husband? Some wife you are- Aghh shit- here it comes baby- you ready to feel my load inside you again?"

You nodded not having the compacity to respond out loud. You grinded your hips back and fourth feeling his cock head penetrate deep within you. You moaned throwing your head back feeling the knot burst I'm your stomach, your nipples tingling feeling the nonstop pleasure rushing through every inch of your body.

Simon moaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and sucked on your nipples as he felt his balls also tingle as he emptied his thick load into you.

You whimpered feeling his tongue around your nipple and moaned loudly feeling the excitement from your high slowly drip out of you.

"Hahh~ Haahh~ fuck... you feel so good~ I don't want to pull out yet..."

"You don't have to- my pussy is practically in love with how your fat cock feels.~"

[astr0exe]

Heyyy, I just like read all your fics, and was EXCITED to see that your requests are open. So I was wondering if you could comfort w/ John Price (Husband). Reader going home, from work or something, needing his husband and just some comfort after a bad day :3

And FLUFF make it FLUFFY

Please and Thank you!!

It might be sad but I've been single for a bit and need that relationship comfort again 😔

THIS TURNED INTO SOMETHING ELSE ?! BUT I ACC LOVE IT ICL <3 (this turned into some full in poem typa shit) also turned into gender neutral reader

Hey ml !! Ur so real for that i get it <3 cause same, messages are always open if anyone ever needs to talk 🫶🏻🫶🏻 ALSO ignore the fact I had like died im back ish been busy n really burnt out n watching the aus gp cause i have a problem

Husband!Price who just sighs softly, wrapping his arms around you as you slouch into his body as soon as you walk through the door. Not even taking off your shoes or coat, just clutching Price’s shirt tightly.

His eyes narrow at the waves of pure exhaustion which shows in your dull eyes. His strong arms are tight around you, keeping you grounded and protected. A safe space, where you can finally let your shoulders drop and the tears flow. A home where you can smile and laugh, a place where you know, that no matter what, you will be supported and loved. Because John has worked so hard on making sure you know you are loved, through everything he will be there for you. Those horrible days at work, the overwhelming stress you often feel, for every little positive and negative he will be there for you. Because you are his moon and he is your star.

“You’re safe my love, here in my arms you will always be protected.” John murmurs softly in your ear, his deep voice reverberating through your body and soul, the slow soft sigh that leaves your lips as your fingers untangle from his shirt, a quiet apology leaves you lips from the new found wrinkles on his perfect shirt. Everything about your husband is perfect in your eyes, his light salt and pepper hair which he blames on you lovingly, his smile which still makes your heart race and head spin even after being married for 5 years. In your eyes he can do no wrong, because he is your star. And you are his moon.

Your slight smile relaxes John, his eyes full of affection and love. He is enamoured and he is proud to admit that you, his husband, is the light of his life, his moon. He knows that through everything, you will always be together. The adoration you both feel for each other is immense, endless. Just like the moon and the stars.

The soft bed envelopes you both, the familiar comfort mixes with Johns hold perfectly, his body against yours as you both just lay down, unable to bring the words to fill the room. The love too pure for anyone to properly understand, no one will ever fully understand it, it’s far too complex for any love story. But it’s yours. The moon and the stars are always seen together no matter what. Forever and always.

[enhaheeseung]

Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warning: angst, crying,

WC: 1,580k

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Heeseung knew it was selfish to want you to spend the night with him after you two just made up kinda, but he’s missed you so bad that he couldn’t help but at least ask.

“I think it’s best if I don’t” you tell him softly his face visibly falling at your words but you couldn’t get that close to him again not this soon.

“I-“ he sighed, biting on his lip. “Okay,” he nods, giving you a fake smile. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” He says, feeling hopeful.

“Maybe heeseung, I just need time.” You stood up, getting ready to leave.

He quickly hops to his feet, walking you to the door. “Yeah, no, right, I get it, and I think that’s best for us. We can go as slow as you want. There’s no rush,” he rambled on and on.

“Yeah,” you reply with a small smile as he opens the door for you.

“B-bye, y/n.” You don’t respond this time cause your brain is still just a bit scattered over everything he has told you. You’d be doing a lot of thinking when you got back to Sunghoon’s place.

He closes the door, leaning his back against it with a long and heavy sigh.

At least you had forgiven him, but he still knew there would be many obstacles in the way to get to your heart, ones that only gave him a sinking feeling in his chest.

But after, as much as he put you through, he could get through this. He just had to be patient and prove to you just how much he truly loves you and wants you back.

-

“So, how did it go?” Sunghoon peaks inside your room only to see you sitting on your bed, a blank stare on your face as you think about everything that has transpired these past few months.

You smile softly as he takes a seat next to you. “It went..” you trail off, trying to find the words to describe everything, but you wanted to start with this first. “Why didn’t you tell me heeseung thought we were dating?”

He sighs. “Look, I know I should have, but it just didn’t feel like my place to say, you know? I didn’t want to say anything and make things worse.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant by that. You knew it’d be a difficult position for him to be in, so you weren’t too upset about it.

“So,” he starts. “You moving out?” He lets out a soft laugh.

“I think we still have a long way to go for that to happen,” you say while playfully bumping your shoulder against his.

“Why’s that?” He leans into your touch a bit, his hand automatically wrapping around your back.

“It’s just not as easy as I thought, you know, seeing him again, and after everything, I still love him, but it’s just difficult to feel the same around him. It’s almost like talking to a stranger,” Sunghoon hums in understanding.

“I understand. Just take your time, yeah? You can stay as long as you need, and there’s no need to rush. Take it slow until you two are able to work things out again,” he consoles.

You laugh breathily. That’s the same thing heeseung told you earlier. “You really think we can work things out?” you mumble.

“I know so.” sunghoon kissed the crown of your head, giving you an encouraging back rub, making you smile while simultaneously giving you hope for your and heeseung’s future.

You just wanted your husband back. You wanted your old life back. Everything was perfect until he started putting everything before you. If he was having problems, he could’ve just talked to you, and you would have listened.

Or maybe he didn’t feel like he could talk to you, and drinking with friends at work helped him more than you ever could.

Inevitably, that feeling of not being good enough started making its way into your brain, and when that happened, it just opened up the floodgates to a whole new array of negative thoughts and feelings, leaving you crying into your best friend's chest for the countless time since you’ve been staying with him you were just grateful that he was there for you cause without him you’re not sure where you’d be right now.

You knew what heeseung told you, and you trusted that he was telling the truth, but your mind just wouldn’t let go of that tiny part that thought there was more to his change in behavior than just a few drinks and trying to fit in you felt like at some point you had done something wrong to him, and that was his way of taking things out on you.

You sighed after your tears had settled, and patching things up with him was going to be far more difficult than you had imagined.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sunghoon shushed you, slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms, telling you all the reassuring words that you needed to hear at that moment.

-

Heeseung couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad at the fact you left. Thoughts of you never coming back came creeping up in his mind, making him feel even more anxious than he felt before.

He really hated himself for everything he’d done to you cause now there was an obvious barrier between you two, so obvious that even talking to you didn’t feel the same. It felt uncomfortable. It felt forced, and it should never be that way, but thanks to him being a fucking idiot, it is.

But now he was going to do everything possible to fix it.

No matter what it took, he was going to make you his again, even if it was the last thing he did on earth.

But first, he was going to start out small, take it slow, and do the things he did to win your heart in the first place.

-

When you started your day the next morning, you felt better after talking with Sunghoon all night. He did a great job at easing your troubled mind.

For the third time after yours and Heeseung’s split, you decided it’d be good to get some fresh air and go on a mind-clearing walk.

But when you got ready to go out the door, the last thing you expected to be at your doorstep was flowers and chocolate, but there it was, sitting there looking pretty.

You ducked down, picking up the flowers and chocolate, a smile unknowingly gracing your lips cause you already knew who it was from.

You smelled the roses, a nostalgic feeling washing over you when you inhaled their fresh, light scent. It brought back so many memories, so many good memories of when you two dated.

Heeseung always used to do things like that before you dated, after you dated, and even after getting married. It was just in recent months that all his caring, gentlemen-like gestures had come to a screeching halt.

You sighed at the memory. He was literally the perfect husband. Your guy’s marriage was perfect, but apparently not to him cause he ruined it.

But even though he ruined he was trying to fix it, and that was enough for you cause you loved him so much to the point it hurt.

And pathetically enough, you already felt like running back into his arms, holding him, hugging him, kissing him. You wanted him again, but you knew you had to stand your ground. He had to work and apologize to win you back. Some chocolate and flowers weren’t enough to swoon you over, even if it felt like it did.

A text chimes on your phone, and you snap out of your little daydream, seeing a text from him.

“Hey, angel, I hope you like them. I remember how much you love roses, and it’s been a while since I bought you some. I added a little treat as well. Enjoy.” he wanted to say so much more; he wanted to call you and hear your voice. He wanted to call you his baby, but he held back cause he knew it was far too soon, and this whole being patient thing was proving to be rather difficult. He just wanted you back so bad he’s missed you so much.

You looked at his message, contemplating if you should respond while you shut the front door and went back in the house to set the flowers on the table.

You wanted to tell him how sweet he was and how much you loved them, but you, much like he, held back.

“Thanks,” your reply was short and sweet.

Heeseung nearly jumped for joy when he saw you had texted him back. He wasn’t really expecting you to even say anything, but he was ecstatic when you did, except when he opened the message, his bright smile fell so hard it turned into a frown.

He read the message over and over again, his heart feeling heavy. Obviously, he knew flowers and chocolate weren’t going to make you run back to him, but he expected you to be just a bit more enthusiastic.

But he understood even though it hurt his feelings he understood.

He sighed, shutting off his phone, knowing he was going to have to work extra hard to get you to come back to him.

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[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss - Pt.8

Pairing: Minchan x femReader (mention of Changlix)

Word Count: 3478

Summary: Three weeks later, you're still feeling left out. Your therapist suggests communicating your worries to your husbands, but this doesn't go as planned.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, therapy, verbal fight, anxious!chan, min gets defensive

A/N: After part seven I thought I'd be done with one part more tops...well. Once more, there'll be another chapter after this. Ideas/wishes are always welcome, I'll see what I can include🤭🖤

PART SEVEN | PART NINE

Three weeks later 

“And you still don't want your husbands there for the appointments?” your therapist asks kindly. She has been for weeks now. 

“No,” you shake your head firmly. 

“May I ask why?” she asks patiently. 

“Minho has a lot to deal with on his own because he remembers…also, he hates hospitals,” you start and nervously fidget with your hands. “Chan is…different.”

“Different, how?” she responds with another question. 

“Distant is the wrong expression by now. He's trying to show me how much he loves me, but I can tell when he gets overwhelmed. He's still figuring things out, finding his place back home,” you tell, and she nods along, taking some notes. “I just…It's not all bad. He gets enough sleep now, makes sure to eat enough, and takes care of himself. It's just so different from what I remember.”

“And Minho? Is he getting the help he needs?” she asks. 

“Yes, he sees his therapist every two weeks. Weekly, if it's really bad, she always manages to squeeze him in,” you tell her. “He tries to hide it, but he still has nightmares. He's able to drive again if he has to, but he gets anxious easily.”

“And where does that leave you?” she asks patiently, nodding at the wooden board between the two of you. There's a figure for Chan and another for Minho, standing close next to each other. Behind them are several smaller figures in darker colors, symbolizing their fears and struggles. And there's you. Yours is smaller than theirs, standing further away as if you're facing them. 

“Alone,” you say, swallowing hard as you notice the distance between the figures. You hadn't thought much about it putting them there but they're painting a clear picture. 

“Are you?” she asks gently. 

“Sometimes,” you nod. “I don't feel like it when I'm alone with one of them. But if it's all three of us…I feel like they don't need me,” you say and subconsciously fondle the tiny head of the figure behind you, symbolizing your negative thoughts. 

“Do you want to change something?” she asks, picking up on it, and you set it between yours and the ones of your husbands. “Add anything?”

“I'm scared of losing them,” you say, and she nods at you, letting you choose another one. You put it next to the one you just moved. 

“May I comment on something?” she asks, and you nod. “You put your husband's fears and struggles behind them. But yours are in front of you, forming a wall between you all. Why's that?”

“Uh…because they've communicated theirs openly with me and are working on them. I didn't tell them I'm scared to lose them or all of the other thoughts running through my head,” you admit. 

“Mhm, so theirs are out in the open…why aren't yours?” she asks patiently, and you drop back into the comfortable chair. 

“I don't know,” you confess. “Maybe because I feel like I can't put more on their shoulders.”

“What happened when Chan told you he's scared to push your boundaries? What happened when Minho panicked?” she asks, flashing you a kind smile. 

“I comforted them, told them it's okay,” you say quietly. 

“And what makes you fear they wouldn't do the same with you?” she asks, making you lower your head a little embarrassed. 

“I don't know,” you admit quietly, feeling tears burn in your eyes. “I should tell them, right?”

She hums gently. “Communication seems to be very important to keep your relationship intact as you're all dealing with certain things.”

-

You're exhausted after your session, but you know you'd have to open up more about your own fears. You follow her outside into the waiting area to pay and frown as you see Chan talking to the receptionist. “Channie?” you ask, confused, and he looks up with a soft smile. 

“Hey, baby girl,” he says sweetly. “I thought I'd come pick you up, I finished early today.”

“Oh,” you nod and open your handbag to get your wallet. Chan introduces himself to your therapist, a warm smile brightening up his gorgeous face. You take out your card, and Chan gently shoves it back inside. 

“Already handled,” he tells you. 

“What? Channie, I had to pay for the whole month today,” you protest. 

“I know,” he nods and gently zips your handbag closed. “It's fine.”

“Thank you,” you nod gently, smiling as his hand finds yours. 

“You got everything?” he asks, and after you nod, you two say goodbye. Once you're in the elevator, Chan pulls you into a strong hug and kisses your hair. “You look like you've been crying. Rough one?” he asks caringly. 

“Yeah,” you nod, burying yourself in his warmth. “Thank you for picking me up, Channie angel.”

“Of course,” he tells you, rubbing your back. 

As you lean into Chan's embrace, you're reminded of the session's revelations. His warmth is reassuring, and it pushes against the shadows of your own unspoken fears. You wonder how to begin sharing them with him, how to bridge the gap that your silence had unknowingly broadened. "I have a lot on my mind," you finally say, your voice muffled against his coat.

Chan's response is soft, filled with his sweet patience. "I'm here whenever you're ready to talk," he assures you, his hand steady on your back. The simplicity of his promise makes something within you ease slightly. Perhaps sharing your inner conflicts wouldn't be as horrible as you feared.

“Thank you,” you nod gently. 

Chan leads you outside the building and to his car, your hand still in his. “I wanted to take you out for coffee, but would you rather go home? Whatever you say is fine, beautiful,” he assures you, and tears brim your eyes. 

“Our favorite spot?” you ask gently. 

Chan smiles sweetly, dimples showing. “Yeah,” he nods, giggling as your face lightens up. 

“I would love to,” you tell him. 

-

When you're back home, the atmosphere shifts as Minho greets you both from the sofa. His smile is shy, a reflection of his ongoing struggles, yet sincere. His eyes light up when he sees you. "Everything okay?" he asks, a subtle concern in his tone.

You nod, squeezing Chan's hand before letting go. "We need to talk, all of us," you say, surprising even yourself with the firmness in your voice. Minho's brow furrows slightly, but he nods, understanding the seriousness of your tone. He gestures towards the empty space next to him. 

As you all sit down, the weight of the moment hangs heavily in the air. You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to be as open as possible. "I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed," you begin, your voice stronger than you feel. "Not by you two specifically, but by everything. The fears I've kept to myself are... they're getting heavy."

Chan reaches for your hand again, his touch a silent promise. Minho leans in, ready to listen, to help shoulder the burden you've carried alone for too long. You share your fears—of losing them, of not being enough, of the future that seems so uncertain sometimes. With each confession, the walls you built crumble.

“You know you can always come to us when those thoughts get too much to handle, yeah?” Chan asks gently. 

“You're always there for us, honey, don't forget we're there for you too,” Minho adds agreeingly, gently rubbing your thigh. 

“I know…A lot of it is in my head, but I miss you two,” you admit. “I can't even explain it, but I miss you so much, and I just wish everything would be normal again,” you say, tears brimming your eyes. 

“Y/nnie,” Minho whispers and shakes his head, tears brimming his own eyes. “We have to work with what we got. A lot has happened, and we can't pretend it didn't. We have to find our new normal,” he tells you and timidly takes your hand.

“But we're always here, yeah? You're still our beautiful wife,” Chan chimes in. 

“Well, then start acting like it!” you suddenly burst out, and seeing the hurt and confusion lacing their features you quickly get up. “Start acting like I'm your wife and not just your crush you hold hands with from time to time.” 

“Seriously?” Minho asks dangerously low and Chan swallows, already fearing an outburst of both of you. “Tell me you're joking.”

“I'm not,” you snap at him. “Obviously, I'm not.”

“What the fuck do you need me to do then? What do I have to change, huh?” he snaps right back at you, getting up as well. 

“Guys, please,” Chan tries gently, but you both ignore him. 

“I don't know! But it feels like shit, I'm just some bystander to you two being all lovey-dovey all day!” you burst out. 

“You’re pushing us away, you know that?” Minho retorts, his voice dripping with frustration and hurt. “You say you feel left out, but you've got walls so high, I need a damn ladder to get over them! Every time I try to initiate anything more than the crush behavior, as you put it, you back away.”

“I-” you start, but you can’t form any clear sentence in response. Minho is right, you’ve been denying him to go any further repeatedly.

Chan’s face grows pale, his eyes wide as he watches the confrontation unfold, seemingly frozen in place. “Can we... please not do this?” he stammers, his voice cracking under the strain. “This isn’t helping any of us.”

“You stay out of this!” Minho snaps, turning his glare briefly to Chan. The sharpness in Minho’s tone slices through the tension like a knife, leaving Chan blinking back tears, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to compose himself. “You don’t have to participate in this fight, but let me say my piece.”

“I’m trying to help!” Chan protests weakly, his voice trembling at the thought of you getting into a serious fight. Minho and you almost never fought, but if you did, it was always ugly, hurtful, and fucking loud. He didn’t like it before, but he could barely take it now, getting overwhelmed.  “I don’t want to see us fall apart over misunderstandings and hurt feelings!”

“Well, it’s not just about feelings, Chan!” you shout, your voice breaking as the tears start to fall. “It’s about being seen and heard in this relationship. I feel invisible most days, like I’m just here to fill a space between the two of you! It’s like you don’t care about me.”

Minho blinks at you, and you can tell he needs a moment to process your words. Then he explodes. “If you really feel this way, if everything I do is that useless and meaningless…then I don't know what the fuck I'm still doing here!”

“Minho,” you whisper in shock, and Chan's tears fall freely now. 

“Minho, please don’t say that,” Chan shakes his head, looking at him anxiously. 

“No, seriously, fuck this. Fuck you,” he says harshly, and you know he's trying to cover his hurt with anger. “I don’t care about you, yeah sure,” he goes on. “I stayed by your bedside for weeks, praying that you’d wake up. I have done nothing but respect your boundaries, give you the time you need, and make sure you’re comfortable. What the fuck do you need me to do to think I actually give a fuck about you?!” he shouts at the top of his lungs, and it has both you and Chan flinching heavily. It’s rare he loses composure like this. He’s breathing heavily once he’s done, staring at you with fierce but such vulnerable eyes it makes you sick. He nods to himself as you don’t answer and grabs his phone from the sofa. “You don’t even know what you need. How the fuck am I supposed to, huh?”

“Min, please,” Chan whispers, sensing how hurt his husband truly is behind his mask of anger. 

Minho’s expression softens for a moment, his anger faltering as he sees the tears streaming down his face. “I need a break,” he announces. “I’ll sleep in the guest room; I can’t do this right now.” He shakes his head and meets your eyes for a brief second. “Thanks for the talk,” he says sarcastically as you don’t respond to his prior statements.

You stand still for a second as he leaves before collecting your things as well. 

“Y/nnie,” Chan tries weakly.

“Don’t,” you say sharply, shaking your head. 

Chan flinches as the door to your bedroom slams closed and slumps onto the sofa, biting back a sob. He blindly reaches for his phone and blinks away tears to find his best friend’s number. Felix picks up after the second ring. “Lix, I-I know it’s late-,” he starts weakly.

“Where are you?” he asks worriedly at the distressed sound of his voice. “Do you need me to get you?” he asks, already getting up to search for his keys. His husband shoots him a questioning look, and Felix mouths Chan’s name. Changbin frowns worriedly, getting up as well and grabbing his keys. 

“Can I stay at yours? Just for tonight?” he sniffles helplessly. 

“Of course, Channie,” Felix says soothingly, slipping into his shoes. “You’re at home?” he asks carefully, leaving the house with Changbin right behind him. 

“Yeah…home,” he says, choking on the word. 

“We’ll be there in ten minutes, okay?” he asks gently, waiting for Chan’s quiet hum in response. “Deep breaths, Channie hyung, I’m sure whatever this is it can be fixed.”

“I’m not sure,” he answers shakily. “I’m really not.”

“They got into a fight?” he asks carefully, knowing how much it upset Chan. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. “It was bad, Lix, really, really bad.”

“I’m sorry, Channie,” he says softly. Only a little later Chan meets them in front of the house and they pull him into a tight hug. 

Changbin soothingly rubs his back. “Come on, Channie hyung, let's go,” he gently urges him to the car, handing him a tissue. “You can stay as long as you need to, okay?”

Chan nods and gets into the car, sinking into Felix's arms as the younger one sits down next to him. Felix gently rubs his shoulder and sighs. “It's gonna be okay, Channie.”

Three days later

Waking up, you notice Chan's side of the bed is still made, untouched from the night before. Minho is already downstairs, the clatter of dishes breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the house. As you walk into the kitchen, Minho’s posture stiffens, his usually warm eyes clouded with frustration.

“Good morning,” you say hesitantly, your voice barely a whisper, hoping to ease into the morning peacefully.

Minho nods without meeting your eyes, continuing his task. “Morning,” he replies shortly. 

“I was thinking we could all go out today, maybe get some fresh air together,” you suggest, trying to find a way to get you three to deal with what happened.

Minho pauses, placing a plate down a little too hard. “Chan isn’t feeling well,” he says shortly, finally looking up at you with a mix of irritation and exhaustion in his expression.

“Is it his headache again?”

“Probably,” Minho mutters, turning back to the dishes. “Or maybe it’s just an excuse.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, your voice rising slightly in concern.

Minho sighs, a long, tired exhale. “It means maybe he’s just avoiding us. Avoiding this,” he gestures vaguely between the two of you.

“Minho, that’s not fair. You know how much he’s been struggling with everything,” you counter, feeling your heart rate pick up as the beginnings of anger mix with your worry.

“And what about us?” Minho snaps, his composure breaking. “When do we get to talk about how this is affecting us? You’re so focused on Chan. What about me? What about what I need?”

The accusation hits hard, opening a floodgate of emotions you’d both been tiptoeing around. “I’m trying to be here for both of you and fix this!” you exclaim, frustration overtaking your initial intent to keep the peace.

“Well, maybe try a little harder because I don’t feel it!” Minho’s voice escalates, his tone harsher than you’ve ever heard.

“Guys? What’s going on?” Chan’s weak voice comes from the doorway. His usual bright eyes are dim and shadowed with pain.

You both turn, startled, as Chan leans against the frame, looking between you two with a growing sense of dread. “I just needed some air, that’s all,” he murmurs, clearly caught off-guard by the newly thickened tension.

Minho’s expression softens slightly at the sight of Chan, but his frustration is far from appeased. “We’re just talking,” he says, though his voice suggests it was anything but a simple conversation.

Chan glances at you, his eyes searching for an ally. “It doesn’t sound like talking,” he comments softly, his tone hurt.

“You wouldn’t know; you’ve been avoiding us!” Minho’s outburst swiftly redirects the tension back to Chan.

“That’s not fair, Min,” Chan protests, his voice weak but filled with hurt. “I’m just trying not to make things worse.”

“By not talking? By hiding away?” Minho counters, his voice laced with bitterness.

“Enough!” you finally shout, unable to bear it anymore. “This isn’t helping anyone. We’re supposed to be in this together.” Both fall silent, the echo of your shout hanging between you. The air is thick with unsaid things, each of you caught in your own thoughts. “We need to fix this,” you say finally. “We can’t go on like this.”

Chan nods, looking exhausted. “I know,” he agrees quietly.

Minho doesn’t speak; his jaw clenches as he wrestles with his emotions, but his nod is agreement enough. You all sit down at the dinner table, facing each other.

Chan’s voice is gentle as he suggests, “Let’s each say something we feel without interruptions. Just listen to each other. Really listen.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. “I feel overlooked,” you begin, the words raw but necessary.

“I feel helpless,” Minho adds, his voice thick.

“I’m afraid of losing you both,” Chan admits, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

The room grows silent as each confession hangs in the air. You all look at each other, the vulnerability shared creating a bridge that had been missing in the chaos of your misunderstandings.

Chan reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice steady despite the emotion. "I’ve been so wrapped up in my own shit that I didn’t see how isolated you felt."

Minho exhales deeply, the tension easing from his shoulders as he acknowledges Chan's words. "And I... I've been so focused on not falling apart myself that I forgot to make sure we're all okay," he admits, his gaze shifting between you and Chan, a silent plea for forgiveness in his eyes.

It's your turn to respond, the atmosphere allowing for more open and heartfelt communication. "I've been afraid of burdening you both with my fears," you say, the admission freeing in its own way. "But I see now that keeping them to myself only creates more distance. I need to share more, not less," you continue, feeling a bit lighter with each word. "I need us to really be in this together."

Minho's hand finds yours, squeezing gently. "I've been scared," he admits, his voice cracking slightly. "Scared that pushing too hard or not enough could end up driving you away. But I see now that not communicating is just as damaging."

Chan, still visibly shaken but slowly regaining his composure, adds, "I thought I was protecting you both from my issues, but I was just isolating myself further. I promise to be more present, even when it's hard."

The conversation turns into a lengthy discussion in which each of you takes turns expressing thoughts and emotions that had been buried under daily routines and misunderstandings. It’s not just about voicing grievances; it’s about rediscovering each other's needs and reassessing how to support each other better.

Chan proposes a weekly check-in, a safe space where anything can be discussed without judgment, ensuring that no concern is too small or too trivial to be voiced. Minho suggests more one-on-one time with each of you to strengthen individual bonds that contribute to the health of the collective relationship.

In the following weeks, the impact of that conversation becomes evident. Slowly, the dynamics in your household start to shift. There's a newfound gentleness in your interactions, a deeper consideration for each other's mental spaces, and an active effort to engage without overwhelming one another.

Feeling less isolated, you find the courage to share your smaller daily fears and joys, discovering that these moments of sharing contribute significantly to your feeling of closeness with your husbands. 

In a relationship as complex and intertwined as yours, challenges are inevitable.

PART SEVEN | PART NINE

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can you write something with reader and gromsko and how gromsko would treat her if she was his wife? i’ve heard some seriously questionable things about polish people from my boyfriend, he could be biased but from what i know they are super misogynistic and gromsko gives off traditional vibes yknow.

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Wow, that is a very interesting request, actually!

First of all, I am very sorry, that your boyfriend had bad experience with Polish people and I really hope, that things get better. My very first work was in a Polish company, and I've met the sweetest, nicest people there. There was literally one issue - I was young, tiny and underweight, and they all felt sorry about that and constantly tried to feed me.)) So the reason I'm telling this here is to highlight, that there are so many different people in every country.

I don't have anything against authors, who chose to depict him as very traditional (in a negative way) person. It is always important to not forget, such people exist. But I want to offer you a slightly different approach to him. Let's just call it an experiment and see, if it works both for you and me, ok? We will keep this guy traditional more or less, but shift him to a non-toxic side.

Husband Gromsko HCs

Long before the marriage, he takes you with him on a trip across Poland to meet his relatives. Won't stop until you meet everyone. Grannies, aunties, nieces - everyone. You are about to become part of his family and it's important to him, that you are truly integrated in the family and shown love from every single part of it.

He asks his parents to bless your marriage, and definitely asks your parents to let him make a proposal to you. It is not that he is dependent - he was raised in a culture, where respect to elderly is everything.

Regardless of how devout he and you are (even if you are an atheist), Gromskо will persuade you to a traditional wedding ceremony.

If you do not belong to any church or are simply a representative of another faith, he will not rest until he persuades the priest of his native church to allow you two to marry.

Yes, this guy will start to fight for your marriage long before it even starts. He doesn't try to force you into faith though. If needed - he is ready to pray for you both. Because you are his love and Sobieslaw has enough faith to keep you in Gods good books.

Once you are his, truly and finally his - Sobieslaws mind is all concentrated on two objectives: domesticating you and welcoming children in your family.

His biggest fear is to fail you. And in his mind, keeping you on your work equals failing you. If you worry about money - it means to Gromsko, that he doesn't provide well enough.

It will take a lot of talking to change his mind. But eventually he will understand. No matter, what he is taught to believe - you, his wife, love of his life, come first. Always. If you are 100% sure, this is the way, you want to live - he will support your choice to keep your work.

He wants children. Not a single child - children. It will break his heart, if you are not in the same boat with him on that one. He won't push you too hard, won't give ultimatums - but he will constantly try to bring the similar wish into your mind.

He is a 'look how adorable these little ones', 'look how tiny this baby beanie is' type of guy. Watches his friends kids on the playground, while embracing you lovingly and whispering 'they are sweet, but our little treasure would be the sweetest'.

If you are as enthusiastic as he is, and you get pregnant - prepare to meet doctor Gromsko. He won't leave your side, not for a day, even if it affects his career. Who gives a f**k about work stuff, when the most important person out there prepares to gift him the second most important person in his life?

He will monitor you constantly, take you to every single check up, make sure you get all the essential vitamins, have enough of fresh air daily and NO stress.

Will welcome his child with tears, will cover your face with frantic, desperate kisses afterwards. "Dziękuję kochanie... dziękuję, dziękuję,dziękuję*!"

Gromsko loves it, when everybody knows, that you are his and he is yours. So please, if you take off your wedding ring for any reason - wear it on a chain as a necklace. Otherwise, he will be terrified, that it is a sign, you don't want him by your side anymore.

He is constantly worried, you might get sick, so he makes sure, you are always warm, you eat well (no matter what your body type is, his granny will still call you too thin, so Sobieslaw will worry about that), you get health checkups every now and then (even if you are feeling perfect!!!).

The most supporting guy, if you decide for any reason, that you don't want to work actively and choose to stay at home.

Gromsko won't just settle with 'ok, good, now I finally have a stay at home wifey'. He will make sure, you like every part of your home, have enough time and space for your hobbies, feel safe and loved.

By the way, the guy looks like the 'I'll build our house on my own' type. Who, if not him, knows better, what makes an ideal home for you and him? Of course, you can choose all the decorations, materials and so on. But he is the one, doing the building.

Dziękuję kochanie… dziękuję, dziękuję,dziękuję - Thank you, love... thank you, thank you, thank you.

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the binky fairy

summary: Elysia has finally been weaned off her binky...or at least she was. in the mafia steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: none! just fluff <3

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“I know you’re upset about your binky, but you’re becoming a big girl. And the binky fairies really need them for the babies who don’t have one.” 

“Okay, mommy.” 

Elysia sits up and wraps her arms around your neck in a hug and kiss to your cheek.

You smile at your affectionate little one, running a hand over the back of her head and placing a kiss on her cheek in return. 

Elysia had just turned two, and her pediatrician had recommended that she no longer utilize her pacifier. You couldn’t argue, she was growing up and had a mouth full of teeth. You didn’t want to risk dental malocclusions or anything that could affect her negatively.       

Fortunately, she got better with the weaning of her binky as the tantrums and tears had finally ceased. After the trials of cutting or dipping her binkies in disgusting sauces. You told her the story of the binky fairy. The wife of the Gotti family, Yasmine, had given you the idea. It worked like a charm.

“All right, bedtime, sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” you whisper, laying her back down. 

You sit next to her on her big girl bed, pulling her blanket to her chin. Reaching over to stroke a finger down the bridge of her nose and around her face, singing a low hum of her favorite lullaby. 

When she falls asleep, you get up silently to Steve’s office. You knock on the door once, before his voice allows you in. 

“Hi, honey” you greet, walking towards his side until he pulls you in so you’re straddling him in his desk chair. 

“Hello, and hello to this, sexy.” his finger pulls the shoulder of your silk robe to reveal the strap of your nightie. 

“I just came to say goodnight. I just put her royal cuteness to sleep” 

“She go down all right?” He asks, a hand caressing the ass under your robe. 

“Yeah, we had a little talk about her binky. I’m proud of her. She’s taking it well this time.” you speak softly, heart full and sad at the fact that she really is growing up.

Steve blinks at your admission, feeling a little bad. But he can’t tell you, he'll be in the doghouse for infinity.

“It’s all right, honey. She’s growing up, that’s a great thing” he pulls you in a hug. 

But you pull away, looking at him, appalled. “What?! This is the same man who cried before her birthday party a few weeks ago.”

He scoffs, “I did not cry, my eyes were— there was some shit in my eye.” He rolls his eyes at the accusation. 

“You cried!” You cup his cheeks, squeezing them. “Because your my big, bad, handsome, softie of a husband, who just so happens to be in the mafia and loves his family very much” 

You kiss him between each pause, giggling at the way he huffs and rolls his eyes. 

“You’re so cute,” you pull your hands away and pinch his cheek.

“I’m not cute.” 

“Mhm,” you hum in a sarcastic tone, “I’m gonna go to bed, do you know how long until you come up?” You ask, running your hand through his hair. 

You were obsessed with the man, you couldn't help but have a gentle hand on him at all times. As if he was a giant magnet, and you were a mere nail. 

“Once I figure out this Victor case, I’m all yours, doll. Promise.” He husks, drawing you towards him as his eyes leer into your lips. A magnet.

He grasps the back of your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. His other hand around your torso, pressing your bodies together. 

You loved his kisses, everything about them was loving, yet dominating. It's a special spark that draws you in and leaves you wanting more. And when you know there’s an endless supply at the tip of your fingers, it’s hard not to become addicted. 

You hum into the kiss at the same time he raises his hips. You pull away catching your breath. Smiling blissfully at Steve’s tinted cheeks and hard-on pressing into your thigh. 

“As much as I love you, I cannot go to sleep horny. I have to wake up extra early tomorrow, goodnight.” You kiss him once, and rise from your position before he argues and somehow seduces you into staying. He was very capable and always played the strength. 

“Goodnight, baby” Steve responds as if he were in pain, adjusting himself between his legs. 

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Tap. pause. Tap tap. Pause. Tap tap tap. 

Steve pauses his typing, glancing at the computer screen to see its 8:30pm, right on time. 

“Come in”

Elysia struggles to open the door, but as always, preserves. “Shhh daddy,” she places her finger over her pursed lips, walking to her father.  

She’s dressed down in her pajamas with patterned ballerinas all over.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Elysia giggles as her father raises her in the air, making the sound of a missile, until she’s sat on his lap.

“Have my binky?” She continues to whisper.

“I do, but remember your end of the bargain?” He quizzes. 

She smiles before kissing his cheek five times, and once she’s done. Her small hand is out in eagerness. 

He pulls out his first drawer, and there lies her favorite purple binky wrapped in cloth. He unravels it and hands it to her.

With speed, Elysia pops it in her mouth and suckles away, sinking into her father’s chest. 

Steve has no backbone when it comes to his daughter. As bad as it seems, he’s not saying he’d let her climb the Eiffel Tower. But he always has a rough time saying no to that precious face he helped create. Just as much as he has a hard time saying no to you. 

But for something as silly as a binky… Her pediatrician was off his fucking case, Elysia could have her binky for as long she pleased. It soothed her and she loved it. 

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Elysia had cornered him one night, while you were away on business. She cried and cried. Her face all puffy, eyes a warm pink, and her nose runny. 

“My binky! I want my binky, daddy.” She whines, kicking her legs against the floor. The soles of her sneakers squeak against the floor. 

“I know babydoll, I know. But you’re getting to be a big girl so no more binkys.” He leveled with her on the ground, cupping her cheek. 

She pushes his provokingly calm hand away, “I want my binky!!” She continues to cry. 

Steve is taken back by her refusal for his comfort and stares sadly at his toddler. She’s in obvious distress and he doesn’t know what to do.

This man has dealt with men strapped to a chair, pathetically begging for their lives. Yet, he couldn’t man up and parent his little girl. Pathetic he thinks to himself 

Y/n had said no binky, so he couldn’t give it to her. His wife had gone through so much trouble to get her to give it up…

Fuck it. 

He stands and goes to the kitchen. 

“No! Daddy, come back!!” She screams, thrashing her legs once again as she hiccups. 

When he returns her purple binky lays in his palm, she stares wide eyed at her father, small hands clasped together in front of her. 

“My binky!” She whines, sniffling. Her sobbing ceased.

“Just for today, all right. You have to give it back before mommy gets home. Capiche?”

She nods eagerly. She’d agree to anything at this point. 

“Capiche.” She mumbles, reaches her hand out and pops it in her mouth. She scrambles to her feet, hugging her father. 

“Just for today” had turned to occasional nights which turned to every night. 

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“What is going on?” 

The door to the office bursts open. 

The two in question sit up with identical expressions: eyes wide and brows raised. 

“Uh oh,” Elysia squeaks around her binky.

“How did you—“ 

“I heard little feet, and thought it was funny, because I just put her to bed…You've been sneaking her, her pacifier this whole time?” You walk until you're standing in front of the two, a hand on your hip. 

“Yes.” Steve responds, head hanging. He isn’t too pussy to say he’s scared to look at your disappointed face. It was the worst, how you crawled into his mind and planted these empathetic seeds with one look. He was a brick wall before you. 

“Elysia, I thought we agreed no binky, the fairy remember? What happened?” 

“I love my binky,” she argues, her petite hands covering her mouth and binky. “I want it,” she muffles.

“I am so disappointed in you, Steven.” 

Ouch. That hurt more than any bullet he’s come in contact with. 

“Doll, she really needs it, it soothes her. Who cares what her doctor thinks. I mean look at this face” he squished Elysia’s cheeks together, “How can you say no to this face. I had no choice”

“What about what I think?” You retort, shaking your head as you try to keep your temper at bay. This wasn’t like Steve to hide things like this from you. You were supposed to have uniformity made of steel when it came to parenting. “Binky, Elysia, please” 

You hold out your hand, watching on as Lys looks up at her father in question. Trying your hardest not to become annoyed, she was a kid and didn’t know better. But you were still her parent, but you didn’t want to be perceived as the tough, boring parent. 

Steve nods, jutting his chin to the direction of her mother’s hand. 

Elysia has no choice but to plop it in your hand solemnly. 

“I’m sorry, baby, but this is your last binky. No more after this.” You place her on your hip, kissing her cheek. Wiping the few tears that slid on her cheek. “Let’s go back to bed, okay?”

“Doll—“ Steve starts, but you ignore him making way to the door. 

“No more binkies, Steve. I’m serious” is all you say

“Good night, daddy.” Elysia waves.

“Night, babydoll”

When the door shuts behind his girls. He groans and rubs his eyes. Fuck. He was in the doghouse. Exactly what he was afraid of.

PART 2

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A Slice Of Life. (Waitress Au) Part 1

Doctor!Steve Harrington x Waitress!Reader.

All you wanted to do was bake your pies, but life had other plans for you. Now you find yourself pregnant with your no-good husband's baby, and worried about the direction in which your life was now heading.

Heavily based on the 2007 film, Waitress.

Warnings:Pregnancy, Billy is reader's husband (and he is not a nice guy at all),

Word Count: 2,630.

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“C’mon, just take the test, and then you’ll know one way or the other and you can take things from there.” Robin shouts from behind the bathroom stall.

You step out of the cubicle and huff out a nerve-steadying breath. Your future is quite literally in your trembling hands. Your blue and white waitressing dress suddenly feels all-too constricting and the fabric feels scratchy against your skin.

You look down at the pregnancy test in your hands, desperately hoping and waiting for a negative result.

“Please, not now, not ever, I don’t want this.” you mutter to yourself. “I don’t need any trouble and I most certainly don’t want a baby. I just want to make my pies in peace.”

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with Billy anymore?” Nancy chimed in.

“Oh you know what her husband’s like.” Robin babbled. “He played nice, took her out and got her drunk. Now look where we are.”

“I should never drink. I always do stupid shit when I drink, like sleep with my husband.”

The timer goes off and you cast your eyes downwards to the test in your hands.

“Oh fuck!” you panic “It’s positive.” 

“It’s positive?” Nancy and Robin exclaim in tandem.

A heavy fist knocks at the bathroom door.

“What’s going on in there? I’ve got a diner full of hungry customers and no waitresses on the floor!” shouts the gruff voice.

“Hold your horses will you Hopper, Y/n isn’t feeling too good.” Nancy shouts back.

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute, Hop.” you chime, brushing the stray strands of hair away from your face.

“Well hurry up!” he grumbles.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks, rubbing a gentle and reassuring hand over your back.

“Shhh..I’m coming up with an idea for a new pie.” 

In your mind you can see the pie so perfectly. The golden crisp shell, with all its fillings and toppings.

“It’s called ‘I don’t want Billy’s baby’ pie.

“I’m not sure that’ll fit on the lunch-board.” Robin laughs.

“Okay, then I’ll call it ‘Bad-Baby’ pie. It’s a quiche, with smoked ham and sharp cheddar.” 

The flaky pastry shell, filled with a savoury, cheesy, egg custard, pieces of salty smoked ham running through it. The sort of thing that would fly off the counters during a Sunday lunchtime rush.

Your mind was never not thinking of new and exciting flavour combinations, In a way it your way of expressing yourself. The ideas coming to you at odd times of the day. Sometimes sweet, and fruity, and sometimes tangy and savoury. No matter what pie it was that you made, it was always served with a smile, and enjoyed by the diner's patrons with an even bigger smile.

You sigh quietly as you hold your head in your hands. You were happy enough with how your life was going. You had a job that you loved, working alongside friends that you loved, and a husband who you were quite content to ignore to the best of your abilities. Two out of three ain’t so bad. 

“There’s no way I’m going to be able to get away from Billy now.” 

You sit beside Nancy and Robin on the bench outside the diner, a pie leftover from today’s dinner rush sitting wrapped up in cling-film on your lap. 

“Are you going to tell him?” Nancy asks.

“I’m not sure.” you mumble, suddenly more interested in the dirt-scuffed marks on your white tennis shoes than thinking about how to tell Billy you were pregnant with a baby that you weren’t even sure that you wanted. 

“In an ideal world I wouldn’t have to tell him. If I could get away from him somehow, he might not ever have to know.” 

“Are you absolutely sure it’s his?” Robin asks carefully, trying not to force the implication of her question.

“Unfortunately yes. I’ve never cheated on him, it absolutely couldn’t be anybody else’s.”

“Here you are; married to this handsome man, you’re pregnant with his baby, anyone else might be happy, and yet neither of us would ever want to trade places with you for a second.” Nancy says.

“No I would not.” Robin agrees. “Well maybe there is one thing I would trade.” She starts.

“What’s that Rob?” you ask, turning to your friend.

“I would love to be able to make pies as good as yours.” she smiles, nudging her shoulder against yours.

“So what if I can make a decent pie. I’m still stuck in a marriage with a husband who I should never have gotten with in the first place.” You sigh.

When you had met Billy you’d both been too young and blinded by love. He was handsome, with soft blonde curls and devastatingly piercing blue eyes. He’d sweet talk you in-between classes, and he made you feel special, made you feel seen for the first time in a long time. Things had been great for a while, and marrying him felt like the logical next step in your relationship, but after that everything changed. He was no longer the man you once knew. Once he’d tied you down to him he stopped trying, so sure that you would never leave him. His words were often cruel and manipulative. Many times you had found yourself dreading leaving work, for fear of what might be waiting for you at home.

The sight of your husband’s Camarro pulls in front of the diner, the wheels crunching over the rocky gravel drive-way, and his horn blaring obnoxiously.

“Yeah, yeah, I can hear you.” you mutter to yourself, when he continues to blare his horn, thumping his fist against the steering wheel.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Nancy nods, bidding you goodbye.

“-and if you do decide to tell hi-” Robin whispers to you, but you cut her off with a ‘shh’ as Billy’s car rolls to a stop in front of you.

“Hey,” you smile, putting on your best brave face. “See you girls tomorrow” you wave goodbye as you make your way to his car.

“You getting in or what?” Billy's clipped tone comes from the driver’s seat.

The sounds of soft rock music filter from the car’s radio as he rattles down the dusty back roads.

“You don’t look too pleased to see me.” he grumbles. “You didn’t even give me a kiss or nothing.”

“I am pleased to see you.” you answer back.

“Well, where’s my hello kiss then?” he demands, taking a hand off the wheel to point at his cheek.

You lean over the centre console to quickly peck his cheek, the harsh scruff of his stubble feeling uncomfortably coarse against the press of your lips.   

“That’s more like it.” he grins, satisfied to have gotten his way once more.

“Where’s the money you made today, huh?”

“Right here in my pocket.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Hand it over.”

You fish the notes from out of your pocket, handing them over to Billy reluctantly.

“Doesn’t feel like much there, now does it sweetheart?” His tone is snide as he takes the money from you and places it into his own shirt pocket.

“It was a slow day today, that’s all.” 

“You’ve been having a lot of slow days recently, I’m not even sure it’s worth you working there anymore.” he scoffs. “Think I might prefer it if you stayed home and cooked me pies all day.” he smirks, his teeth pulling against his bottom lip as he chuckles to himself.

The quiet between you falls once more before he speaks again.

“Aren’t ‘ya going to ask me how my day was?”

“How was your day, Billy?”

“Oh you know how it is, the boss is busting my ass as usual, tellin’ me that i’m not putting in enough effort-” Billy launches into his spiel about how his day went, but it all blends into the background noise, his voice no more than mindless chatter to you as your mind is elsewhere.

Inventing a new pie.

I hate my husband pie, Bitter-sweet dark chocolate, in a crumbly dark chocolate crust, filled with a gooey, salted caramel-

“You’re not even listening to me.” Billy shouts out, taking you out of your happy place. “You never fuckin’ listen to me anymore.” he shoves your shoulder with a free hand.

“Well, aren’t you going to apologise to me?” 

It’s pointless to argue with him. You know this. He knows it. And by god does he hold it over you every single time.  

“I’m sorry, Billy. Sorry that I didn’t listen to you when you were telling me about your day.”

“See? Was that so hard?” 

It’s late in the evening when you get back home, and both you and Billy are sitting at the kitchen table. Your hardly eaten dinner being pushed around by your fork. In contrast to the man opposite you, who hungrily forks up pieces of steak to his mouth.

You have something that you want to ask of him, but for that you know that he’s going to need sweetening up. You smile softly at him, as your hand reaches for his across the table.

“Baby, you’re always so sweet to me, you know that?” you tell him, your voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet, yet false, tone.

“You’re my girl, that’s why.” he says, the knife scratching along the china plate as he cuts himself another piece of steak.

“I was hoping I could borrow some money from you?” you ask sheepishly.

“..And my answer to that question is gonna be no.” he clips, his answer short and curt.

“There’s going to be a big pie bake-off out of state in a few months, and I really like to go.” you continue.

“I already said no.”

“The prize money is really good.” you add on, hoping the promise of bringing more money home might change his mind.

“What do you need money for, huh?” Billy barks out. “I give you everything, and you don’t want for nothing.”

“I don’t want for nothing, Billy.” you sigh. Your plan to get away from your husband starts to look bleaker by the minute.

“I mean why do you wanna go all the way across the state, when you’ve got me to take care of?”

“You’re right, Billy.” you shake your head with a sigh. “Forgive me for asking.”

Late into the night, with Billy heavily asleep in bed next to you, snoring loudly, you’re lying awake. 

Quietly as you can you tiptoe out of bed, trying your best to not disturb the man next to you, you quietly pad over to where his shirt lay discarded on the bedroom floor. 

Looking over your shoulder to where your husband lies undisturbed on the bed, you reach into his pocket to take back the money that you had earned from your shift at the diner that day. Taking the money to hide it away from him in a secure place that you hope he would never find it.

You sit nervously in the doctor’s waiting room. Another pie perched on your lap, ready to give to your doctor.

Your name is called by the receptionist and so you make your way through the door to the doctor’s surgery.

In strolls your Doctor, except, he isn’t your Doctor. This guy wasn’t Doctor Bloom. He had a bountiful bounce of shaggy brown hair that was slicked back. His tan skin peppered with a few golden freckles, a few of them clustering over the sloping bridge of his nose, and his hazel brown eyes seemed to sparkle under the cool white lights overhead. His white over-coat draped over his broad-shouldered frame as he sauntered towards you.

“Mrs. Hargrove is it?” he asks, looking over his clip-board of notes. “Oh and you’ve brought me a pie! How lovely!” he smiles, reaching to take the pie from your hands.

“This pie is for Doctor Bloom. I made it for her, it’s her favourite, peach and raspberry.” 

“Well, Doctor Bloom retired a few months ago, and so, from now on I’ll be taking her place.”

“Well I really liked and trusted Doctor Bloom.” you sigh.

“Perhaps, you could really like, and trust me too.” he says earnestly, before offering a hand out to you. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Doctor Steve Harrington.”

You shake his hand and tell him your name in return.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” he asks, his voice a calming presence as he talks to you.

“Well, I seem to be pregnant.” you say plainly.

“That’s great! Congratulations!” He smiles broadly.

“Thank you, but I’m not as happy about it as everyone probably expects me to be, so if you could be sensitive and perhaps not congratulate me, I’d really appreciate it.” 

He nods as he listens to you talk through your feelings.

“I’m having the baby,and that’s that. It’s not a party.”

“Alright, noted. Not a party.” he nods in understanding. “Okay, well then let’s do a blood test first, make sure that you really are pregnant, and then we’ll do some basic checks, diseases, hormone levels, stuff like that.” he explains.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Alright then, the nurse will be with you in a moment, so don’t go anywhere.”

 “Mrs. Hargrove, come in.” he says gesturing for you to make your way into his office. Doctor Bloom’s peach and raspberry pie is still in your hands as you step through the door.

“Y/n.” you remind him, hating the way your husband’s name tied you to him.

“Sorry about the mess, I haven’t really had the chance to tidy things up around here yet.” he offers apologetically, carefully moving a stack of papers off his cluttered desk.

“Well if you’re going to be my doctor from now on, then I guess this pie belongs to you.”

Steve graciously accepts the pie with a warm smile.

“Thank you very much.” he says, setting the pie down on the desk. “Well, uh, have a seat.”

You sit yourself down in the chair opposite him, ready to listen to what he has to tell you.

“The results of the blood test came back, and you’re definitely pregnant. So for the next eight months, I’ll be right here if you need me, any questions - I’m just a phone-call away. We’ll be monitoring your progress, keeping an eye on how things are going, making sure both you and baby are healthy. Did you have any questions for me?”

“What kind of questions?”

“Anything really, any concerns with regards to your pregnancy, some do’s and don’ts, lifestyle choices, exercise, sex..” he trails off, scribbling his pen down on a piece of paper.

“Oh well I don’t do much of either of those things.” you reply honestly.

“Okay, any diet concerns?”

You shake your head at him. 

“Not really, I mean, it’s just a lot of healthy eating, right?”

“Yeah, just try to maintain a healthy diet, be careful around certain kinds of cheese and fish, here’s a list of foods I would try to avoid,” he says handing over a small piece of paper. “..and here is a prescription for some prenatal vitamins.” 

Despite his nervous energy, something you’re putting down to meeting with a new patient for the first time, he seems sweet. Caring and attentive, and spoken with calming demeanour that immediately puts you at ease, and in the situation in which you find yourself, you are eternally grateful.

“Okay, thank you, Doctor.” 

“It was nice to meet you, Y/n. I’d like to see you again in about three weeks.”

You leave the doctor’s office with a smile tugging at your lips and your worries put at ease by the calming influence of your new, handsome, kind and caring doctor.

@penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @mrsjellymunson @seatnights @ali-r3n

[chocoqtelle]

Pac, who's your soulmate?

Your soulmate is someone who overthinks a lot. When they see you, you might notice them trying to fix their hair or make sure they look nice. You mutually make each other feel complete. It's like they're fixated on you. They just wanna hold you as their own. Like "you're mine". It may seem a bit possessive but they just wanna hold you and keep you safe. There's no negative intentions with this. They're a hard worker and wanna make sure you don't have to work as hard as them. They might take you out and buy you gifts. I'm getting that you may be really stressed a lot currently or at the time you meet your soulmate if you haven't yet. They notice/will notice how stressed you are even if you try to hide it. They wanna take away your worries and help you relax. Maybe with a massage or words of affirmation after work. They could also let you vent a lot. They like giving you presents and surprises. Maybe throwing surprise parties for you. It seems like they're trying to break down your boundaries a bit so they can give you gifts and I'm getting they wanna give you " everything you want." They don't think you'll really accept the gifts otherwise. They could have had a bad past or have tried to be some type of "player" but now they're trying to focus on you and change. They're someone you can really trust and open up to. They're a non-judgemental person to talk to especially if you're looking for practical advice when you're mind is clouded. They're very trust worthy and they'll build your relationship off trust and love.

Music could be significant, especially lofi and/or classical music. Your soulmate is extremely fair and morally correct. They could study a lot of social problems and try to keep their awareness up. They're very stubborn and won't back down easily, especially if it's something they believe in. They might be a bit trapped in their own mind. Like they imagine people out a certain way and expect them to be like that in reality. They may rely on material things and sexual things to cope with trauma and to keep themselves "protected." They could have had traumatic experience with a father figure. They try to cope with things that are overall unhealthy for them. They also worry too much about their reputation and try to portray themselves in a "strong" way. Could also struggle with toxic masculinity. Even with that, they've been doing everything on their own. They do know how to take care of themselves (somewhat) and others but they often choose not to in fear of being hurt or used. They've worked hard for what they earned and aren't ready to give it up that easily to just anyone. They're scared of saying too much about their emotions or opening up. This person could very much have other options but you're actually the person for them (the lovers card). They're not used to feeling this rushing wave of emotions and they aren't exactly sure how to deal with it. It's like they wanna be tough but have this tiny little soft spot for you that they can't get rid of. It might make them uncomfortable? Like they wanna be all cool and edgy or whatever but they can't because you and they don't know why they feel this way. They're friends are what to watch out for though. They could be bad influencers or sabotaging.

You have a very soft and caring energy to you. Not in a people pleaser way (at least mostly not) but more in a sincere and laid back way. You may be taking time to heal and focus on work or school currently. Your soulmate tries to hide their feelings a bit with a cold persona. In reality, they're really really in love with you. They love how nice and perfect you seem. They wanna provide mental and emotional stability for you. They also wanna know more about who you are as a person. They may be straight forward and a bit blunt when it comes to you. Like the main love interest from"Marry My Husband." I got the queen of swords and king of swords for you two. This is a connection where both parties better each other and learn. Not only learning through experience, but also learning directly from each other. They're scared you may leave them for other options or that you're already with someone who you think is better. They're very protective of you, especially when it comes to who you hang around. They think some people you surround yourself with aren't in your best interest and could be causing you harm. They wanna keep you away from them and have you more to themselves. Your friends may make you do all the work in the friendship or exclude you. I'm also getting using you for entertainment. Soon, the friendship will end so there's no means in sticking around to watch as it happens. They see obvious commitment issues from a fear of being left/abandoned. However, they also see this making it difficult for you to leave toxic people behind. They wanna let you know they're here for you and will take care of your emotional needs in any way you want from them.

[emilekyren]

Negative Space

p.s.a: i haven't written in a while so pls forgive me if this isn't what you expected but enjoy anyways :)

wc: 1.4k

You looked at the time, it was already 5:30. Normally you would’ve sent Nanami a million texts by now asking why he was not home yet but you hadn’t talked to him all day. The two of you had gotten into an argument the night before about how he had been staying extra late at work recently and not that that was necessarily the issue, but he had been very secretive too which made you doubt him a lot. There was nothing you could do except wait for him and apologize for your behavior as there is no reason to not trust your husband. 

As you got wrapped up in your thoughts, you heard the door slam shut which made you jump ever so slightly. You turned your back only to see Nanami standing at the door with a very serious face and him not greeting you didn’t ease your nerves at all. You quietly spoke up “It’s good to see you home Nanami, I’m sorry about last night and I just wanted to say–” but before you could finish your words, he rapidly walked to you only to put his hand over your mouth cutting off your sentence. You looked at him with surprised eyes as you’ve never seen him behave this way, it was unnatural but you weren’t scared in the slightest. With his towering figure over you, he leaned in closer to your ear saying “I don’t wanna hear your apologies. What made you think that just because I don’t talk to you all day means that it doesn’t matter what time I come home to see you huh?” You were shocked and started to feel bad but it didn’t take you long to let out a loud gasp when he swiftly turned you over, with you bent over the kitchen counter, your face pressed up against the cold surface. There was a quick moment of silence before you felt him press in between your thighs. He let out a soft grunt as he felt you clench your legs together, and let out a soft whine from the tension in the air. 

He pressed even harder into your legs and he spoke again, “y/n, do you know that no matter what I expect you to still communicate with me? It bothers me when you act like you don’t care when I know for a fact that you do?” You were taken aback because you knew he was right. “I’m sorry Nanami I was just angry and I didn’t wanna bother you more than I did last night, I care very much!” He unexpectedly grabbed your hair into a fistful and whispered to you, “In return, you’ll have to deal with my pent-up frustration since you refused to speak to me all day.” You’d never had Nanami be this rough with you but it didn’t stop you from feeling a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach that he induced. While still keeping your fistful of hair in one hand, he used the other to take off your pants, and once they were off he rubbed in between your legs, slowly inching up to your most sensitive area, which caused you to let out a soft moan. His fingers were so rough but he was always so gentle with the way he caressed you that it made your head spin. He continued to rub his fingers in a circular motion which kept making you more and more sensitive and you knew he wouldn’t stop. Your moans kept growing louder, causing the erection in his pants to grow bigger and he didn’t want you to finish so easily, definitely not this soon. 

As he saw your legs beginning to tremble, he stopped what he was doing and let go of your head, causing you to slump in your current position and confused as to why he stopped. He turned you over again now leaving you facing him directly, still lying down on the counter. With a confused face, you asked why he stopped. He didn’t say anything in response, only him bringing your face to his and giving a deep kiss, which you couldn’t resist. Nanami was a man you could never resist, the way he touched you, his kisses being so passionate, and feeling his tongue engulfing you, and scooting closer to him, grabbing his belt, indicating you wanted to help him. He didn’t stop you from taking off his belt and rubbing your hand against his thin boxers, allowing him to release his mouth from you and moan from how delicate your touch was. In his breathlessness, Nanami said, “y/n, please keep going.” Those words were all you needed to hear. You fully removed his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and seeing small dots of pre cum drip from his tip. You brought your body even closer allowing you to rub up against his cock before silently burrowing him inside you. You both let out quiet moans, him feeling how tight you were, and you silently contemplating how big he was and how you took it every time….but you did it anyway. 

You slowly moved up and down and it felt good for both of you, but he wanted to give you the best treatment after being so rough with you earlier. He stopped you once again and told you “I’m only stopping so I can help you. I want to make you feel good now, so please let me.” How could you say no to him? You nodded and that was his signal to take over. He picked you up only to take you to the bedroom to lay you down on your bed. He gave you forehead kisses as your head hit the pillow, and reassured you “If I'm too rough, you can always tell me to stop, but I know this is how you like it, don’t you?” You gave a small nod and he let out a small chuckle because he knew everything about you. He put his hands beside your hand and he was face to face with you again, and he slid into you seamlessly but felt how deep he was inside you. A feeling that sent chills down your spine every time. He started slow but as he saw your face squirm full of pleasure, a rush of adrenaline went through him and he couldn’t help but start to thrust into you, at a faster pace each time and he wouldn’t slow down. With each thrust, you only grew louder with blabbering as you couldn’t keep up with how hard he was moving in and out of you, and it felt so good. You couldn’t stop saying how good he felt, how big he was and he couldn’t handle seeing how much of a mess you became around him. It was his favorite and only made him pound you continuously. You loved how he dominated you, how he towered over you and let you rest, and how satisfied he made you feel. 

As his pace grew slower, you could tell he was close and so were you. You clenched around him ever so slightly and he picked up his pace, he knew what you were doing and didn’t want you to stop. He spoke up in a breathless voice, “y/n, you have no idea what you do to me, it’s so fucking good. I’m gonna fill you up so good you can’t even talk after I’m done hmmm, would you like that?” and he had already done just that. You couldn’t form any proper words even if you wanted to, it was impossible. As you still kept your grip around him, he couldn’t bear the wave of pleasure that kept washing over him between how tight you were and how fast he was going, he couldn’t stop praising you enough, all he could do was just say how amazing how well you were taking him and with his last final thrusts and loud grunts, you reached your climax clamping onto his muscles, feeling his veins pop through and release into you.

As you both came down from your high, all he could do was gently lay next to you holding him close to you, taking his time, taking in the view of how beautiful you were, how stunning you looked despite the slight layer of sweat all over you, but none of that mattered. He loved everything about you. He softly said “Sorry for how rough it was, I just got caught up with everything that happened today–” You placed your finger over his mouth, just wanting to take in this moment you shared with him. Nanami smiled in return and kept you close, leaving no space between the two of you. 

Again I haven’t written in a while so sorry if its a mess, next story will be more thought out lol, love u &lt;3

[cherrycola27]

Whoever's in Lemoore

Hello, loves! I wrote this for @roosterforme 's #tgmrocktober challenge!

This fic is based on the Reba McEntire song "Whoever's in New England"

Warnings: Language, cheating, pregnancy and related complications. Angst

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Bob Floyd was the best husband you could have ever asked for. He was kind, smart, hard-working, and attentive.

You were an elementary teacher, and Bob was a WSO. The two of you probably never would have met, had your best friend Jennifer "Boston" Lyons not set the two of you up. The two of you grew up together, and Jeni was a member of Bob's squadron in Lemoore.

Unfortunately, when Bob was called back to Top Gun and then eventually given a permanent station in San Diego, you had to leave her behind, but it was fine. You two had always made a long-distance friendship work. Honestly, it had helped prepare you for the times that your husband was deployed.

You were thankful though, that with his new station, deployments would be less frequent.

After buying a house and settling down, the two of you decided to start trying for children. Bob had three siblings, and while you didn't have any, both of you agreed on the fact that you wanted at least three kids.

You both also knew how stressful it could be on a couple when trying for children, so you decided to stop taking your birth control and have fun for a year. If you got pregnant, great, if not, after a year, the two of you would get serious, start tracking cycles, and see a specialist if needed.

You had really hoped that each month, you'd get a positive pregnancy test, but month after month, they came up negative.

Bob was extremely supportive of you, and after a year, the two of you buckled down. You tracked your cycle, both of you watched your diet, and you even saw a fertility doctor who assured you that both of you were healthy and to give it time.

Give it time.

You tried to give it time, you really did. But you were so desperate to be a mother that it started to take a toll on you, Bob, and your marriage.

Suddenly, trying for a baby wasn't as fun as it once was. Sex became more of a chore rather than a thing of enjoyment.

But finally—finally you and Bob got the miracle you'd been hoping for. Only, you seemed to be more excited about it than he was.

You chalked it up to shock.

Unfortunately, pregnancy was not easy for you. Early on, you were diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum, which caused you to experience dehydration and a short hospital stay. Your blood pressure was also dangerously high, and your blood sugar wasn't at a level that the doctors were happy with.

Which is why, at sixteen weeks, you were put on bed rest until your child was born.

It was hard for both of you. You couldn't eat or sleep. You were moody and irritable. You libido was also in the toilet. You hated your life, but you knew it would all be worth it.

At first, Bob seemed so supportive, but as time passed, be became cold and distant.

Looking at it now, you can pinpoint where the cracks in the foundation of your marriage started. If only you'd seen them sooner.

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"Honey, I'm home." Bob called as he entered the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch watching TV. It was late. Almost 8pm. You had already eaten dinner, showered and changed into some comfy clothes.

You offered Bob a weak hello as he came in the door. He'd been getting home from work later and later.

In the darkest part of your mind, you thought the worst—that he had someone else. But he wouldn't do that to you. He was your Robby. You were carrying his son for crying out loud.

On a particularly bad day, you asked him about it. He was almost heartbroken that you could even think that.

He soothed your worries by telling you, "I'm working on important things for our future. I'm an officer on his way up. I'm trying to make sure you and the baby are taken care of." You believed him. You cried as you apologized to him.

"How's my favorite girl and my favorite little guy?" Bob asked as he came and kneeled in front of you on the couch. He pressed a few kisses to your stomach before moving to your lips.

"We are fine." You sighed as he trailed his lips across your jaw to your ear. "Fine? Is that so?" He whispered. His hot breath fanning across your skin.

Bob trailed one of his hands to the apex of your thighs before you stopped him.

"Bob, not tonight. I've been sick all day, and I've finally been able to keep something down." You told him with an apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything. He stood up, muttered something under his breath, and wordlessly went to shower.

You sat there and wept. You hated yourself. You felt like the worst wife on the planet.

Later that night, you tried to make it up to Bob, but you got sick halfway through. After you had puked your guts out, Bob had tried to hold you, but you didn't want to be touched. It led to an argument and him sleeping on the couch. What a Monday.

Tuesday, Bob came home and told you he'd be going to Lemoore Wednesday afternoon to help with a training workshop on Thursday and Friday and he would be back late Saturday evening.

"Again?" You sighed. "Bob, that's the third time this month! And you went several times the past two months. Doesn't Admiral Simpson understand that you have a pregnant wife at home who is high risk?" You ask him.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but just a few more weeks and everything will dial down. I promise." Bob said as he kissed your head and went to pack a bag.

The only thing you had to look forward to was that Jeni—or Boston, as she typically went by her call sign now, was supposed to visit this weekend.

However, se called you Wednesday night telling you that she was sick and wouldn't make it.

So, you spent the rest of the week alone, sulking, in your all too quiet house.

When Bob came home on Saturday, you were feeling good. The best you had in all thirty weeks of your pregnancy.

You made him his favorite dinner and greeted him at the door with a big kiss. He was more than happy to sit down and have a meal with you.

After dinner, you urged him to shower, with the hope that you'd be able to spend some sensual time together.

While he was showering, you grabbed his bag to unpack it and do some laundry.

As you were taking his clothes out, a feminine scent washed over your extra sensitive nose.

Perfume—and it wasn't yours. But you were sure you smelled it before, you just couldn't place it.

You shook your head before letting your mind wander. Bob worked with women, and he was friendly—one of them probably gave him a hug and was wearing a lot of perfume—it made sense. Bob wasn't that kind of guy.

You dismissed the feeling in your gut and started the washing machine.

A few minutes later, Bob's phone rang. You checked the caller ID only to see that Jeni—your best friend was calling him.

"Jeni?" You said as you answered the phone.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, almost as if she was surprised to hear your voice.

"Jeni, why are you calling Bob?" You asked her. There was a long pause.

"Jeni—why are you calling my husband?" You ask, this time a little more forcefully.

"Oh, Y/N, it was supposed to be a surprise. I'm coming down at the end of the month because I was going to throw you a surprise baby shower, and Bob has been helping me with it." She tells you.

"Aww, Jeni, that's so sweet. Well, I'll have him call you back so I don't ruin anything else!" You cheer into the phone before hanging up.

"Why do you have my phone?" Bob asks you. You turn around, surprised to see him.

"Jeni—er—Boston, I guess, called you to talk about the baby shower that you're helping her plan. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, but Robby, you're the sweetest!" You say as you wrap him in a hug.

"Baby shower—right." Bob breathes out. "Let me call her back." Bob says as he takes his phone. You leave to give him privacy, but before you can make it down the hall, you hear him speak in harsh, angry whispers. You hate that you ruined his surprise, but you wish he wouldn't be so hard om Jeni. It's not her fault.

Another week passes, and Bob becomes more distant from you. You hyperemesis gravidarum is acting up again and your mood is all over the place.

He's coming home from work later, and you can't help but wonder if something is amiss. But you dismiss it time and time again.

One Wednesday afternoon, you decide to surprise Bob on base with his favorite lunch.

You walk into the rec room where his fellow aviators are waiting and they look at you like you have three heads.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Rooster asks you.

"I came to bring Bob some lunch. Where is he?" You ask them.

"Bob left early today. He said the two of you had some appointments this afternoon." Phoenix tells you.

In that moment, the world around you stops. The container of chicken pot pie and chocolate chip cookies slip from your hands and crash to the floor.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you saw the mess you made.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Hangman asks as he grabs some paper towels to clean up the mess.

"Yes, it's just I forgot, and I'm so late." You say as you turn on your heels to go to the hallway as you try to hold back tears.

"Y/N!" Phoenix calls after you. She intercepts you in the hallway.

"Is everything alright?" She asks you.

There's no point in lying.

"No. Nothing is alright. Between how hard this pregnancy has been and Bob having to go to Lemoore to teach classes, and him lying about where he is today. I think—I think he's having an affair." You finally admit.

"What do you mean he's been going to Lemoore?" Phoenix asks you.

You look at her blankly.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking stupid. He's told me that almost every other weekend that he's had to help teach some classes in Lemoore. But that's when—that's when he has been going to see his mistress! That's where he is now! Oh my god!" You cried. Phoenix took you into her arms before leading you down the hallway to her office.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, maybe there is another explanation." Phoenix offers, but you can tell she isn't sincere. "I smelled perfume on his clothes, and he's been hiding his phone. I should have seen the signs, but I've been busy growing a human." You cry harder.

"It's all my fault. I've pushed him away. I've been so moody and sex—I haven't had the desire to—I drove him into another woman's arms." You sigh.

"Hey now, this isn't your fault." Phoenix tells you. "Let me take you home. You're in no shape to drive." Phoenix says. You agree and she helps you to her car.

"I need to call my best friend, Boston, she's a pilot, too. She was supposed to come down next weekend to throw me a baby shower, but now I don't want her to. I can't—I can't believe this." You sob as you dail her number, but it goes to voicemail.

"Your best friend's name is Boston?" Phoenix asks you. "It's her call sign." You tell her.

Phoenix swallowed thickly, praying her gut was wrong.

Phoenix offers to stay with you until Bob shows up, but you tell her you need to be alone.

You grab one of Bob's duffle bags and start stuffing his things in it. There's no way you are letting him stay in your house. At thirty-three weeks pregnant, you probably shouldn't be stomping up and down the stairs, especially with you being high risk, but you have to.

You make your way through the house every time you see a picture of you and Bob. You tear it off the wall or shelf it's on and throw it across the room.

He comes home late that night and hears you screaming. He rushes in the house and finds the living room destroyed and sees one of his duffle bags packed on the couch.

"Honey, Y/N, are you okay?" Bob asks you. You look at him, he looks so concerned.

You don't say anything to him. Instead, you march up to him and slap him so hard that his glasses fall off his face. He picks them up and looks at you like you're a wild animal.

"What the fuck was that for?" He curses at you.

"You know exactly what it's for, you liar." You spit at him.

"Honey, what are you talking about?" He asks.

"How long? How long has it been going on?" You question him.

"How long has what been going on?" He feigns ignorance.

"How long have you been sleeping with someone in Lemoore?" You accuse him. Bob tenses at your words. A day he had hoped would never happen, has.

"Don't even try to deny it. I looked through our credit card statements and saw the hotel charges." You say to him.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Bob says.

"Sorry? You're sorry? Why? Because you cheated or because you got caught?" You laugh. "It doesn't even matter. I packed you a bag. You can go stay with your mistress. And when whoever is in Lemoore is through with you, don't try to come back to me. Also, I'm telling you now, you will not be a part of this baby's life." You say as you try not to cry.

"Y/N, please, don't do this, I'm sorry, Boston, and I never meant to hurt you, it just—"

"Boston? Boston—as in Jeni? As in my best fucking friend who is like a sister to me? As in the person who introduced us? You've been fucking her?" Rage thrums through your veins. "I can't believe you, Robert. Take your things and leave. There's the door."

You turn away from him.

"Well, what did you expect, Y/N? You've pushed me away. You're moody and sick all the time. You never want to be physical. I was lonely. I needed someone, and Boston was there for me." Bob defends himself.

"You needed someone? You were lonely? That's rich. You don't think I've been lonely? You don't think I needed someone? The two people who were supposed to be there for me are the ones who betrayed me.

Bob opens his mouth to speak, but he quickly shuts it again.

"I packed a bag for you. We can work out a day where you can come get the rest of your things. Because when Boston decides she has better things to do, you don't have a home here anymore." You tell him as you sit down in the kitchen.

"Also, I called your mother, and while she and your family are more than welcome to be in this child's life, you won't be." You say.

"You called my mother?" Bob asks is disbelief. "Yes, Rebecca is very disappointed in you and told me to say that you weren't welcome in her home." You state.

Bob shakes his head. "So that's it? You're just giving up on us?" Bob asks as he stands at the door with his bag in hand.

"Don't try to spin this around on me. You're the one who gave up on us, Robert Floyd." You deadpan. There's no remorse in your voice as you ask him to leave.

Bob knows there is no point in trying to argue. He hangs his head and walks out the door.

That night, the Dagger Squad comes over to comfort you. Maverick asks you if you'd like to move to have Bob and Jeni dishonorbly discharged for their actions, but you turn him down. There's no sense in dragging it out.

Coyote and Hangman work to change all the locks for you in the house. Payback and Fanboy clean up the broken glass and thrown items in your floor.

You tell Maverick and Rooster where to find Bob's things, and they pack all of them in trash bags for you.

Phoenix sits with you on the couch, your head on her shoulder and she holds you as you cry.

Two weeks later, you find out that Bob put in a transfer to Lemoore after you serve him with divorce papers. You make sure to clean out your joint accounts before he can touch them.

Four weeks after that, your son is born.

Connor James Y/L/N is absolutely perfect when he is born. He has your features, and you're thankful for that. You don't know what you would have done if he'd come out looking like his father.

The Daggers and your family rally around you. True to your word, you let Bob's parents and sisters be in Connor's life. It's not their fault that Bob messed everything up.

You know, one day that your son will ask about his father, by then, you hope you'll have the words to tell him.

You also know that one day, you'll see Bob again. When you do, you'll ask him if whoever was in Lemoore was worth it.

You hope he's says no.

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