#dang it; I'm so behind with the asks...

[mircsy]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice time when you're reading this, whatever you're doing and that you had a great day overall. I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your art and even though I'm not an artist myself, I can see your anatomy improving DRASTICALLY overtime, especially lately and I think it's insanely good progress. Also some of your recent works were so beautiful I had to fight the urge to make a Mircsy wall in my room /lh

I'm having a rough day so I decided to share some positivity here and there 💙

Thank you so much!!😭🙏 My anatomy improvement is thanks to @ardenzia777 who is one of the most AMMMAAAZING people I've ever met

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 rice crackers

synopsis: after nami discovers a little girl stowing away on the sunny, the crew comes together to interrogate her... but she won't stop claiming to be your daughter

cw: lots and lots of fluff, comfort, zoro is emotionally constipated, your daughter's name is Yuki (i just picked something random), you and Zoro art not together yet, etc.

a/n: ending might be kinda rushed i'm tired

"And I'm out!" you cheered, throwing down your winning hand with a flourish, donning a triumphant smile.

"No way! You have to be cheating!" Usopp exclaimed, accusingly, looking down at the cards with wide eyes. "That's thirty-four times in a row!"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you looped your arms around the huge stack of rice crackers, pulling them closer.

"No need be a sore loser. You know I won far and square," you teased, letting out a small giggle as you stuck out your tongue at the sniper.

"Like hell you did! My strategy was flawless! It was foolproof! There was no way you could've beat it!"

"What strategy?" your brows flattened, "Usopp... we're playing Go Fish. I don't think there's much to it."

"So? My brilliant mind can formulate a strategy for any kind of game, no matter how simple," he bellowed, proudly, as if that was some sort of feat.

"Yeah... brilliant."

The three of you, completely bored out of your minds, had plopped yourselves down on the deck to play some cards, hoping to pass the time until you arrived on the next island.

The boys had already done their daily fishing, as well as their daily kitchen raid, having sang with Brook and hung out with Franky a little bit earlier.

Meanwhile, you had already completed your training for the day, as per Zoro's workout regiment, having met with Robin for your two-woman book club after you took a shower.

But now you were completely free, and figured scamming the boys out of some food would be a good way to kill time.

"Dang. I coulda swore my strategy was gonna work," your captain huffed, glancing down at his hands, which held well over half of the deck.

"Luffy, why do you have so many cards?" you asked, raising a brow.

"More is better right?" he asked, a little lost.

"Is that how you've been playing this whole time?" Usopp sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose

"That's alright," you assured, smiling cheekily as you split your huge pile of rice crackers in half and slid some in front of Luffy. "We can share."

"Really?! Thanks, (y/n)!" Luffy beamed, eyes starry as he began to stuff his face.

"Hey! Why does he get a cut and I don't?!" Usopp fired back, feeling excluded.

"'Cause he's not a sore loser," you pulled down your lower eyelid, sticking out your tongue once again.

"No fair!"

"(Y/N)!"

Suddenly, Nami burst from her office, the door slamming harshly against the wall and sending a jolt of shock down your spine.

'The hell?!'

Surprised, the three of you turned toward the balcony, where Nami stood with furrowed brows, her body positioned in a way that concealed something behind her.

"Jeez, Nami, what's your problem?" Usopp asked, brow raised.

"Yeah, what's all the yelling for?" Luffy agreed, shoving another fistful of rice crackers in his mouth.

"Nami, my love! Is everything alright?!" Sanji came twirling out the kitchen, lovesick, as usual.

She scoffed, her attention laser-focused on you.

"(y/n), when were you going to tell me you had a daughter?! And why the hell is she stowed away in my office closet?!"

"WHAT?!"

You nearly laughed, absolutely gobsmacked by the words coming out of her mouth.

Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji's jaws nearly fell to the floor, eyes as wide as dinner plates as they turned to you, utterly shocked.

"(Y/N), YOU HAVE A KID?!?"

"NO!" you scoffed, incredulously. "I'VE BEEN WITH YOU IDIOTS THE WHOLE TIME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL SHE'S TALKING ABOUT!"

"Mommy?" a tiny voice perked up, peeking out from behind your navigator's leg.

Your head snapped over to its source, and your heart nearly dropped to your ass once you got a good look.

It was you.

Or, well, not you exactly, but a younger version of you.

From her hair to her skin.

From her skin to her eyes.

From her eyes to the look on her face.

The only distinguishable differences between you two being both her youthful expressions, and her sharp scowl, which eerily resembled that of the ship's swordsman.

Though that scowl instantly melted away once she locked eyes with you, a blinding smile stretching across her lips.

"Mommy!"

Running out from behind Nami, she jumped up on the railing and launched herself off the balcony, much to your dismay.

"No!"

Without hesitation, you dove forward, catching her in your arms before pulling her into your chest, tucking your knees in to shield her from the impact as you rolled in the the grass.

In that moment, something in you awakened.

An instinct?

An obligation?

You weren't sure.

But something deep within your spirit couldn't stand seeing the little girl hurt, past the fact that she was a child.

You felt a sort of responsibility for her, despite barely having known her.

"What were you thinking?! You could've seriously hurt yourse—!"

Your scolding stopped once you felt something staring at you, forcing you to look down at its source, only to see the girl looking up with starry eyes, absolutely in awe of the sight before her.

"Mommy, you're so pretty!" she marveled, tiny hands rising to cup your face. "You look different!"

Your heart nearly melted at her wonderment, a small smile rising you your lips.

"Honey, I think you have me confu—"

"Is everything alright out here?" Robin asked, concerned, as she emerged from the cabin, looking around at the scene on the deck.

"Yohohoho! That thud gave me such a fright I nearly jumped out my skin!" Brook cackled, walking alongside her. "Or I would've if I had any..."

"Yeah, what's all the commotion? Someone fighting?" Franky asked, following after them, taking a swig of his bottle of cola.

"(y/n), why didn't you tell us you had a daughter?" your captain smiled, walking over to you. "She looks fun!"

"DAUGHTER?!" the three newcomers exclaimed.

"Woah! Uncle Luffy!" the girl gasped, taking a moment to look the boy over. "You're so tiny! Last I saw you, you were this big!"

'Uncle Luffy?'

She jumped out your arms, landing on the grass and standing on her tippy-toes, reaching her hand as high as she could.

"See?"

"Last you saw me?" he raised a brow, rubbing his chin in confusion. "But this is the first time I'm meeting you..."

"Okay, I think we need to get a few things sorted out," Nami sighed, joining the three of you, the rest of the crew watching intently.

It was now abundantly clear that you had no idea who the little girl was; but, even so, her uncanny resemblance to you was enough cause for suspicion.

They needed to get down to the bottom of this.

Carefully, Nami squatted down to the girl's level, resting her arms on her knees.

"Hun, can you tell me your name? And how you got here?" she asked, sweetly.

"Uh-huh!" the girl nodded, eagerly. "I was at home with my daddy and we were playing hide and seek, and I was hiding in the closet. But my daddy is so bad at hide and seek and I started to get sleepy waiting for him to find me. So I took a nap."

She shifted from her heels to her tippy-toes, swaying as she told the story.

"But when I woke up I was on mommy and daddy's old ship, and you were at your desk, Auntie Nami."

'Auntie Nami?'

This was just getting weirder and weirder.

"You think its 'cause of a devil fruit?" Sanji asked, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Someone put her here?"

"I doubt it," Robin shook her head. "We're in the middle of the ocean. With no other person on board and no island in sight, we're out of range. No one should be able to reach us here."

"Unless she stowed away from the last island and is making all this up," Usopp suggested. "What if this is all a trap?"

"Hey! I'm not lying!" the girl pouted, cheeks puffed.

"A trap that looks exactly like (y/n)? I find that hard to believe," Franky shrugged off, turning to you. "You sure she's not yours?"

"For the millionth time... yes."

"But... mommy?" her pout deepened, saddened by your statement. "It's me..."

Walking forward, she pulled a necklace from under her shirt, holding up a small, heart-shaped locket for you to see.

It was gold, with beautifully intricate engravings lining its surface, its clasp sealed with the tiniest emeralds you'd ever seen.

"You don't remember me?"

Carefully, she opened the locket, allowing you to lean forward and get a look at the picture.

And once you did, you nearly fell right through the floor, utterly shocked.

There sat a picture of you, Zoro, and the girl, wide smiles adorning your faces as the swordsman seemed to be lifting you both up at the same time, you sitting pretty in his beefy arm, and the girl sitting on the back of his neck, holding his forehead for purchase.

The two of you looked slightly older, not drastically seasoned with age, but obviously distinguishable.

It couldn't be more than ten years in the future...

But that wasn't the only thing that caught your attention.

After scanning over the whole photo once again, your eyes immediately trained on the matching, gold bands adorning both your ring fingers, the dots slowly beginning to connect—evident by your expression.

Noticing your shock, the others huddled around, stealing their own glances and sharing their own looks of surprise.

You and the swordsman not only marry in the somewhat near future, but also start a family together.

An incredibly happy family, if the image was anything to go off of.

Your entire world was being flipped upside down.

Never, in all the time you'd known him, did allow yourself to believe the two of you would end up together.

Sure, your feelings for Zoro ran deep—deeper than they'd ever ran for anyone else—but you knew nature of your relationship.

You were his best friend.

From what you knew, he'd never felt any romantic inclination toward anyone, too immersed in his goal to focus on anything else.

You thought you were just a training partner.

Just a buddy to drink with.

Just person to talk to over night watch.

Just a friend to cover during battle.

Not a lifelong partner.

Not someone he'd want to have a kid with.

Taking note of your spiral, Nami set her hand down on you shoulder, grounding you, before she turned to the little girl, one last question in mind.

"Honey... could you tell us your name?"

She nodded, looking up at the whole crew with an expression of pride.

"My name is Roronoa Yuki! And I'm gonna be the World's Greatest Swordsman!"

You nearly fainted right there, the rest of the crew gaping at the irrefutable evidence.

This was, indeed, you and Zoro's daughter.

On the balcony above you all, a spit take was heard, everyone turning around to see the man of the hour staring down at the girl, eye wide and bottle of sake long forgotten as he attempted to rationalize what he just heard, as well as the sight before him.

"Daddy!" Yuki beamed, utterly elated to see the scowling face of her father.

Eagerly, she waved at the man as he stood there, quite literally struck dumb.

Someone had a hell of a lot of explaining to do...

"Wait... I don't get it," Yuki muttered, voice small as she ate a fistful of rice crackers, turning to the green haired swordsman next to her. "You're not my dad?"

She seemed saddened by the fact, as well as confused, seeing as the man looked exactly like her father.

"If I'm bein' honest, I'm a little lost, too. I came into all this a little later than everyone else..." Zoro admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But if what Robin said is right, then I am your dad, just from a time before you were born."

Her little face lit up with understanding, "Ohhhhhhh. So before you and mommy fell in love?"

Zoro's breath slightly hitched at the wording, still trying to process the multitude of thoughts and feelings racing through his head.

After Nami and Robin gave him the brass tacks breakdown of who Yuki was and how she got there, he felt the sudden urge to lay down, emotionally overwhelmed by the whole situation.

His future was sitting right next to him, eating a stack of rice crackers.

Now don't get him wrong, his uneasiness—and slight embarrassment—about the whole situation wasn't because of you, or the girl, or anyone else for that matter.

It was because you had to discover his feelings like this.

Or at least get an idea of it.

You were one of his closest friends on the crew, someone he had fought alongside since the beginning (you being among the first to join).

Someone who had saved his life as many times as he'd saved yours.

Someone who would help him to bed after a wild night of drinking and parties.

Someone whose touch sent his heart into a frenzy, and made his head spin.

He wasn't stupid.

He knew what these feelings were.

He knew what these feelings meant.

He was in love with his best friend.

Yet, rejecting that fact made it less real, less daunting, and thus, less bothersome.

But it was hard to remain in his bubble of denial and tranquility when the living, breathing evidence defying him was chowing down not too far away.

With a sigh, Zoro glanced at the small girl out the corner of his eye, watching as she stuffed another heaping handful of crackers into her mouth.

God, she looked just like you.

It was almost baffling.

Shaking his head of the thoughts, he decided now was as good a time as any to ask some questions.

"So... am I training you to be a swordsman?" he asked, awkwardly, eyes slightly shifting away from her.

"Mhmm!" Yuki nodded, looking up at the man. "We started a few months ago, and its super hard! But you always tell me that the path of a swordsman is lined with countless trials, and if I wanna be the best, I gotta beat them all."

She grinned, determinedly.

"So I always push myself harder."

Zoro smiled, slightly, warmed by his daughter's determination.

She was his, for sure...

"What about hand-to-hand?" he asked again, intrigued.

"I do that with mommy," she answered. "She says she was always better at it than you."

He half-chuckled, half-scoffed, almost amused by the statement, "She wishes... you should see her now."

The rest of the crew had gone ashore on an island they'd come across, hoping to find a way to send Yuki back to her correct time.

This, of course, left Zoro on ship watching duty, which, in this case, translated to baby-sitting duty.

Just then, a smirk rose to his lips, his ego slightly boosted by the awe-struck look of the child.

"One thing you shouldn't forget, kid, is I don't lose, with swords or without."

"Except in arguments with mommy..."

His breath hitched, brows flattening at the remark.

'Shoulda figured that one...'

He couldn't win arguments with you now.

When you'd get all up in his face—brows furrowed, finger poking his chest, tone dangerous—was, oddly enough, one of the times when he found you most attractive.

You looked hot when you were mad.

And every time, without fail, he'd be too busy staring at you to pay any attention to what you were saying, which would only result in more yelling.

Speaking of which...

"Hey, kid..." he started, seriously, the girl looking at him with confusion at the sudden change in demeanor. "I wanna know something."

Yuki nodded, ready for his question.

"What's your mom like in the future?"

The girl instantly lit up, perfectly ready to gush about her beloved mother.

"She's is the nicest, toughest, most prettiest mommy in the whole, wide world!" she exclaimed, exuberantly. "She told me all the stories of her awesome fights and adventures on the sea. Even the super scary ones!"

A small smile stretched across his lips, warmed by the girl's overwhelming adoration for you.

"She did, did she?" he nodded for her to continue. "Stories like what?"

"Like how you guys were swallowed by a giant whale!" she exclaimed. "And how you met the warrior giant pirates! And how you went to war with the World Government and saved Auntie Robin!"

Practically bouncing with excitement, she grabbed Zoro's sleeve, clutching it tightly with enthusiasm.

"And how you and Uncle Luffy fought two, huge dragons!"

He smirked, pride puffing his chest at the memory of injuring Kaido, as well as the dragon he decapitated back on Punk Hazard.

It all must've sounded pretty fantastical to a child.

"That's why I can't wait to get strong! I'll be able to have my own adventures!" she stated, dreamily. "Monji's already learning from Uncle Sanji how to cook yummy food! And you and mommy are teaching me how to fight! So we'll be ready to join a crew in no time!"

"Wait..." he paused a moment, not recognizing a name. "Monji?"

'Don't tell me...'

"Mhmm! My best friend! Uncle Sanji is his dad, so he's teaching him everything he knows about kicking and cooking!"

The idea nearly gave Zoro heart burn, the man's calloused hand coming up to clutch his chest.

Not only did Curlybrow have a son—the fact that he was able to settle down already mind-boggling enough—but he also had the audacity to allow the little brat to fraternize with his daughter.

Who knows what kind of pervy, ero-cook nonsense he was teaching the kid?

The way Yuki was gushing about the boy didn't bode well at all; her little self went on and on and on about how strong and kind Monji already was.

Zoro could practically see it.

His little girl falling in love with and marrying Sanji's son, forcing the two of them to become family forever.

A fate worse than death.

"Hey, wait," he realized, suddenly remembering something gravely important, easily surpassing all the other questions he'd asked you. "If I'm your dad... and (y/n)'s your mom... then that means you know how we got together..."

Yuki nodded, tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear.

"Mhm. You told me one time," she confirmed. "You two were on a battlefield when it happened."

Intrigued, Zoro listened closely, his gaze not leaving the girl for a moment as she continued.

"Mommy got injured really bad, and you had to keep the bad guys from hurting her while Uncle Chopper patched her boo-boos. But once she was okay, you pulled her up and gave her a big kiss! Mommy says it was soooo romantic!"

Zoro playfully rolled his eyes at the cliche.

Who knew future him would be so cheesy?

Either way, he wasn't complaining. He ended up with you, and that was all that mattered.

Though... he did have one more question...

"Hey, do—?"

But his words were interrupted by soft snores, the man looking down at his lap to see the little girl had laid her head down on his thigh, no doubt falling asleep after all her excitement.

The swordsman's heart melted slightly, and his shoulders sank, his calloused hand coming up to swipe a few stray crumbs from her cheeks before resting on her back.

As much as he hated to admit it, he could get used to this...

The little girl napping on his leg brought out a certain instinct within him—one that burned with the will to protect her and her happiness at all costs.

All the awkwardness and emotional outpouring would be worth it if they came to this outcome...

And as you boarded the ship with the rest of the crew, solution to the dilemma in hand, you couldn't help but think the exact same thing—your eyes settling on the sight of your sleeping, soon-to be husband, and your snoring, soon-to-be daughter, laying peacefully together.

You could get used to this, too...

[luludeluluramblings]

A meme for feral basis if I may:

*babies first kidnapping*

Criminals: "We have you're daughter now give us 12 million or she dies."

Bruce: *sweats* "WhIcH dAuGhTeR!?

Criminal 1: *describes feral mc whose actively biting through her restraints*

Bruce: Good luck! *laughs and hangs up*

Criminal 1: What the?! dang kid your dad must hate-

*notices they're gone*

Criminal 2: Where I'd she go?!

*They hear feral laughter from everywhere*

Criminal 3: She's in the walls. SHES IN THE WALLS!!

Mc: *Appears behind them like the undertaker* Boo!

Criminals: *horrified screams*

Actually this is baby's third kidnapping.

The first kidnapping Feral!Reader was on their best behavior. They had just moved to Gotham and the whole family had been pounding into their head that they needed to behave and show some decorum.

So Feral!Reader managed to keep all intrusive thoughts under control that one incident.

Bruce (and the rest of the family) freaked the fuck out. Their little abomination was kidnapped for ransom. They're monstrosity had some thugs holding a gun to their head.

Of course, Feral!Reader doesn't flinch or anything. They stay very mindful and demure.

After the whole incident, Feral!Reader does get grazed with a stray bullet. But, they were so excited that they did such a good job even if Bruce was in cardiac arrest from the possible close call.

Bruce makes the decision then and there that Feral!Reader is allowed to go ape shit ONLY when kidnapped.

Which leads us to the second kidnapping. Well, attempted. The idiots tried to kidnap Feral!Reader from a gala. High society has given Bruce so much space since.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

*Goons break into Gala to hold everyone hostage and steal shit*

*Villain of the week monologging *

*Bat Fam hidden in various locations around the Gala with com-links*

Bruce *hidding in a closet* : Who's on patrol tonight?

Barbara *in the BatCave* : Jason, but he's twenty minutes away.

Damian *Under one of the tables* : We can take them.

Stephanie *By the dessert table* : Not if we want people to ask questions.

Duke *back at the manor* : I can maybe swing it in fifteen if I use the Bat mobile.

Damian: Now who wants to drive it?

Tim *stuck with a group of investors getting their luxury watches stolen* : Shut up you two.

Jason *Driving on his motorcycle* : I'm on my way. Cass can be my backup.

Bruce: Good, we can manage until-

Dick *at a random table* : Feral!Reader vanished on me!

Stephanie: How did you lose them?!

Bruce: Does anyone have visual on them?

Damien: No, but I have a bad feeling.

Barbara: I'm pulling up security footage of the venue.

Jason: I'm booking it.

Duke: I'm heading to the Cave to suit up.

Tim: Wait, I think I saw them. Their by the buffet table.

*Feral!Reader ginning manically while they steal the fuel pots from the food warmers.*

Tim: Oh, that's not good.

Bruce: What's not good?

Tim: Babs, get the fire department on speed dial.

*Feral!Reader manged make a pipe bomb with a few things they found. Then used some random fabric they ripped from their clothing hog tie the villain and their goons.*

Villain: You little bitch!

Feral!Reader: Don't call bitch or you ain't gonna like what I do to you!

Villian: Do your worst, bitch!

Feral!Reader: Bet.

*Feral!Reader proceeds to procure a bottle of maple syrup and a fire ant farm before shoving both objects down the villains pants.*

Feral!Reader: My cousin once said that this was a good hack to make your dick bigger.

*Villain screaming.*

*Goons screaming cause the ants are getting on them too.*

*Gotham elite looking in horror.*

Bruce: ...

Bruce: Well, I'm sure this was just a one time incident.

*It was not.*

Tim: Someone needs to check on that cousin…

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Baby giraffe

(Sam Winchester x reader)

Summary It’s Sam’s birthday, and the two of you decided to celebrate at the bar, and then some more in your motel room. Sam’s a little tipsy, but he’s not lacking in enthusiasm. If only those dang long limbs didn’t get in the way. CWs drunk birthday boy Sam, 69, safe sex, a little bit of throwing up but it happens off screen, fluff so sweet you're gonna have to call your dentist. 18+, 5.5k words AN Happy birthday, Sam. You’re my favorite. ❤️

Sam Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

“Put – me – down!”

The sentence comes out of you more sputter than words as you slap your palms against Sam's lower back and ass, giggling like crazy. In response he sends a quick, sharp slap to your rear as well, which is somewhere at the height of his head. It sends a delicious shudder through you.

You must have made the last stretch to the motel, which was already in sight when you complained about your feet hurting from dancing and Sam decided the best way to deal with your pain was to fling you over his shoulder. Your stomach hurts from laughing and his shoulder boring into it but you're not gonna complain. Well, you're not actually gonna complain. It's all for show.

There's a brief scary moment where Sam leans forward, his hands around your waist, to set you back down on the ground. He sways a little, but manages to keep his bearings, and then your feet are meeting the ground.

The sight that greets you is as near to perfection as you could ever get. Sam's beaming face, cheeks flushed and pink from alcohol, hair tussled from where he was holding you.

So naturally, you grab him by the collar and pull him against you, kiss him hard. What else is a girl to do?

Again with the swaying, the shots the two of you decided to down as the grand finale to celebrating Sam’s birthday definitely getting to you, but the good thing is that you take a step back to make up for Sam's leaning into the kiss and stepping forward, which puts your back against the outside of the motel room door. 

Sam's tipsy kisses are untethered and wet, the way he otherwise kisses you only in the deepest throes of passion. He presses his tongue against your lips, and you part them with a moan, which only encourages Sam, makes him press his whole body against you.

With the last little bit of wherewithal you are able to muster in-between the fog in your brain that comes from the drinking, and the fog that comes from your arousal, you run your hands along Sam's sides, then to the front of his jeans. Sam breaks the kiss, looks down his body, then back up wide-eyed at you.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, birthday boy,” you say with a sly grin. “I'm looking for the keys.”

“Oh,” he says, with another breathtaking grin as you push your hands into the front pockets of his jeans. Sam's breath catches, the corners of his mouth twitch. You pout up at him.

“Where are they?” you ask. Sam lowers his head, presses his nose against yours.

“Y’gonna have to go a little deeper,” he says and you pretend to gasp then giggle, and so does Sam. He gives you another quick peck, then pushes one hand into a back pocket. He takes out the keys, briefly dangles them before you like some magical price he won, then begins poking them at the door’s keyhole.

He doesn't find it immediately, and you look at his face with a challenging expression but then he finally does, pushes the door open and the two of you walk in. 

Sam throws the key on the table and then he walks the few steps towards you after you’ve thrown the door shut behind you, drags you close by the hips, swaying a little which makes his body bump into yours.

“Where were we?” he asks and you bring up your arms, wrap them around his neck.

“I was hoping to find some dick,” you reply, and Sam huffs. His hands wander down to your ass and he pulls you in.

“Y’re so nasty,” he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you.” You push up on your toes, kiss Sam again.

“I love you too,” you mumble against his lips. “Now get naked and fuck me stupid, Winchester.”

The heat has been burning inside you all evening. Looking at Sam or talking to him or just knowing he exists tends to do that to you, but the way he let loose tonight has made you nearly dumb with lust for him. You could see he was getting tipsy earlier, the way the color of his soft skin changed, the way he suddenly looked like all the tension had been taken from his body. His smiles coming so much easier. Sam doesn't drink a lot, but after a string of exhausting and demanding cases, you fucking deserved a break. Especially on this special day.

When Dean started talking to a tattooed redhead, you could have thanked all the gods above and below. It meant you and Sam would have the motel room to yourself. You were hoping to rearrange it right along with most of your insides.

Only you hadn't considered that Sam was going to turn into a baby giraffe. Or one of those inflatable arm wavy guys they have in front of car dealerships. It would probably be best to keep him confined to the bed, where he is less likely to sustain a serious head injury. Not that you mind the safety precaution. You did imagine some rigorous wall fucking earlier, but that can wait for another time.

Right now, you just know that you need Sam close.

So you kiss him again, your arms slung around his neck. He needs to take one step to the side to balance himself, and you just hang on to him, like one of those small monkeys with the long arms. The two of you could open your own zoo.

You let go of Sam, bring your hands to the buttons of his shirt, begin undoing them. You need to bring your lip between your teeth to concentrate, since there’s a lot of them, and your fingers aren’t the most useful right now. After a few seconds you notice Sam is watching you, so you look up at him.

Some of his hair is hanging over his forehead, and he has a soft smile on his lips. You look back at the buttons, then raise your eyebrows.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” Sam replies. “You’re just cute.” You make it to the final button, step closer to Sam again, needing to tilt your head back to look at him again.

“Cute?” you ask in a challenging tone. Sam nods, his hands slowly wandering along your sides again. He leans in a little, his lips ghosting over your cheek, the faint smell of whiskey on his breath, sweet and smokey.

“Cute,” he says, kissing your skin, the contact of it traveling all through your body. He moves his head, kisses your other cheek. “An’ sexy.” You close your eyes then, just as Sam’s hands wander up your back again, this time under your shirt. It feels like your entire power of perception is focused on the spots where his fingertips are running along your skin. It’s like he’s shooting lightning bolts from them. 

“And?” you say quietly, eyes still closed. You feel a small huff escape Sam as he chuckles at your greediness for his words.

“And really smart and brilliant and–” he says but you shake your head just a little, not enough to dislodge him from you.

“The other stuff, Sam,” you say and Sam ghosts his lips down to the edge of your jaw, making a small moan escape you. 

“All mine,” he says, his low voice so close to your ear that you’re sure you can feel it in your spine. 

You turn your head, bring your hands up to grab Sam, pull him against him, kiss him hard. He kisses you back, uncoordinated and wet and messy, the way he only gets when you’ve got him really wound up. Or, as it turns out, when he’s had a couple too many Old Fashioneds.

His hands are already under your shirt, so that’s where he starts with undressing you. Since he pulls on the back you get a little tangled in it just as he’s pulling it over your head, but you make it out with most of your face and some of your hair intact. It doesn’t matter, because Sam looks at you like you’re made of solid gold.

He kisses you again, his hands running all over the skin he’s just uncovered, both his and your breathing having become a little heavier. You manage to locate the hem of his shirt too, tug it up, and Sam helps you grab it, stretches to pull it off himself. 

If you weren’t crazy for him earlier you’re for sure crazy for him now. Your hands run over his back, his sides, exploring all that warm, soft skin you get to touch. A few of your fingers grace the leather of his belt, which focuses your mind on a really good idea.

Sam looks down when he hears the clink of his own belt, hair falling over his eyes, then back at you. He kisses you again just as you manage to undo it and move on to his fly.

“Wanna do you first,” he mutters and you grin.

“Do me?” you ask back. “Like this is a prom hook up?” Sam chuckles, leans back to look at you, almost leaning too far, but luckily he’s still got his arms slung around you, so he manages to regain his balance quickly.

“I wouldn’t have been brave enough to talk to you in school,” he says with a dimpled grin and you roll your eyes.

“Well, I would have been,” you say, then look into his eyes while you pull down the zipper of his jeans. “And I would have blown you in detention and then told everyone about it.” Sam shakes his head.

“I was never in detention,” he says and it makes you laugh, which in turn makes him grin. He gives you another kiss and you run your nose against his.

“I wanna taste you, Sam,” you say, making your voice low, hoping to convince him of something you’d never thought you’d have to convince a man of, but Sam has other ideas.

“Me first,” he says and you groan, press yourself close against him. You feel the rumble of Sam’s chuckle against you, and then your drunk brain blesses you with another idea. You pull back, look up at Sam and something in your expression must make him suspicious.

“Wha’?” he says.

“Get undressed,” you say, letting go of him, your hands going behind your back to your bra. “I know just the thing.”

Sam follows suit when he sees you tearing at your own clothes, almost like he thinks just because you’re hurrying that it means there’s a competition. You watch him bring up one leg, tear at his sneaker while he bounces on the other leg, and shockingly he doesn’t break anything in the process. He stares at your breasts once they’re naked and when you wiggle your ass to get out of your jeans, he stares at that instead. Wide eyed, mouth open, full of wonder - there’s another zoo metaphor in there but your brain is too horny to focus on it.

Once both of you are naked you step closer to Sam again, press yourself against him. His half hard cock presses against your stomach and you rub yourself against him while Sam searches out your lips again.

“Get on the bed,” you whisper against his lips. Sam nods, then kisses you yet again, pulls your close while he grows harder and you wetter. It’s not until your hands find his ass and you give him a small slap and you tell him to get on the bed again that you both manage to break free.

Sam sits on it, then scoots back. You watch him for a moment. His broad shoulders, heaving chest, taut stomach. His erection now standing proud. Thighs you’ve ridden more than once. All down to his fucking adorable toes.

You climb on the bed too, over Sam, kiss him again. His hands go into your hair as he pulls your close, presses his tongue against your lips. You open up, let him in, and his taste nearly makes you dizzy. It’s damn tempting to just slide your hand down, find him, let him push into you. But you both wanted something. And you’re feeling daring and experimental and it’s Sam’s special day. And also, shockingly, you’ve never done this.

Sam raises his eyebrows when you sit up, confusion making his features even prettier than they already are. You climb off him, somewhat ungainly, then straddle him again, high on his torso, the other way around. You can’t see Sam’s face like this, which is a damn shame, but you can guess at his enthusiasm when his hands go to your ass, squeezing, like he’s trying to drag you closer. So you indulge him. 

Your pussy meets his face and, the way he always does, Sam dives right in. He hasn’t done much but his enthusiasm alone makes soft, warm pleasure break out all over your body as you slowly rock yourself backwards. Sam must push his head up, and then he’s kissing your lips down there like they’re your upstairs lips - deeply, passionately, like they’re the best thing in the world.

You close your eyes, hum at the feeling. Your buzz isn’t as strong anymore with the adrenaline coursing through your body, but you’re pleasantly floaty and you nearly get lost in the slow rhythm and pleasure when Sam starts gently sucking on you. It’s only when you blink your eyes open, seeing what’s under you, thick and flushed and wearing a crown of pre-come despite no touching, only from eating you out, that you remember your original plan.

You lean forward, which has the added effect of slightly shifting your position and bumping your clit into Sam’s chin. You open your mouth, stick out your tongue and run a long stripe along Sam’s cock.

He flinches, not expecting the touch, but when you do it again, he slightly pushes himself up against you. In response, you bring one hand up to help, collect his pre-come and run it down his length. Then you kiss his head, slightly suckle on it and Sam groans into your pussy. You nearly go cross-eyed. 

“Fuck,” he grunts out and then he’s on you again. You open your lips wider and slowly take the head of Sam’s cock into your mouth, run it over your tongue. He tastes salty and familiar and you push a little deeper, begin massaging his balls just as you wonder why the hell you’ve never done this before.

You need to press your hand into the mattress again to get your hair out of the way. You let Sam drop from your mouth.

“Sam,” you say, breathing hard, trying to get his attention but Sam seems entranced by your pussy. “Sam, baby.” You feel him move off you, and he mmh hmm’s.

“Can you give me my hair tie?” you say, wanting his touching back as soon as possible, but also not crazy about getting a mouthful of your own strands. “On the bedside table.”

Sam must look to the side then, and you hear his hand meet the wood of the table until he taps you on the hip and at the same time, nips at the back of your thigh. The place he knows you’re ticklish.

You flinch, then giggle, reach back to grab the hair tie and then sit yourself up. You mean to hover over Sam’s face but he wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you down. You’re just gathering up your hair when his lips meet you again and he sucks your clit into his mouth.

You can’t help the moan that escapes you, and neither can you help the way you grind yourself down against Sam’s face to seek out more of him. His hands on you tighten, one wandering up to your breast, uncoordinated , searching, before he finds your nipple, twists it. You moan again, louder this time, and with your hair finally up, you drop forward again. 

You take Sam’s cock in your hand, collect some spit in your mouth and let it drop onto its head, the wetness letting you stroke him easier. With your hair out of the way, you dip down, lick along him again, and again, and again. Sam wraps one arm tightly around you, pressing you down against him, while his other wanders over your back, caressing the skin there. All the while he’s still going to town on your pussy.

There’s just something about this, you think as you take Sam back into your mouth, begin sucking him off with long and deep bobs, another groan of his going straight to your core. About having Sam pleasure you in that perfect, pussy-drunk way only he can, and getting to taste and feel him at the same time. You take him deeper, spurred on both by the feeling and your slight intoxication, your throat opening up for him effortlessly.

Sam drops his head back at that. The licking and sucking at you ceases and you hear his head meet the pillow, feel the slight way he rocks up into your mouth. Both his hands go to your ass, and he squeezes the skin, hard.

“Oh God, oh God,” he mutters, and one hand wanders to your pussy again, his thumb finding your clit as he draws lazy circles. But overall what you’re doing seems to be too distracting for him to focus on anything else.

Soon you need to pull back, breathing hard, a strand of saliva still connecting you to Sam’s cock. It disappears when Sam pulls you back, strong hands manipulating you, as he presses you so hard down on him it must hurt. One hand wanders to your entrance and the second he presses his tongue against your clit again, he pushes two fingers into you.

Your head drops down, forehead meeting Sam’s thigh, his cock still in your hand. Sam’s fingers are thick and long and curve absolutely perfectly, stroking at your inner walls in a way that is almost too much. You feel your eyebrows draw together when the intense stimulation starts turning, like a wave about to break, into white, hot pleasure, and you press your nose against the skin of Sam’s thigh, moan and pant against him.

“Yes,” you gasp, your body beginning to tense. “Yes, Sam, baby, please.” Sam keeps going, his fingertips running over that perfect spot within you, his tongue still desperately lapping at you and you need to let go of his cock, your fingers trying to find something to hold on to, clawing at him.

Your back arches as your orgasm breaks over you, your entire body tensing, high, uncontrolled sounds leaving you. Sam keeps finger-fucking you, his lips still latched over your bundle of nerves, until you need to pull away, the feeling becoming too much. Your body slumps down, your head somewhere close to his knees, panting like you just sprinted a mile.

Sam continues running his hands over your back, sides and ass, his fingertips like gentle kisses. You groan in exhaustion, and when you open your eyes, the world is spinning a little. It’s only the temptation of seeing Sam’s face that gets you to push up on shaky arms, turn yourself around. Your pussy drags over Sam’s chest, and you proudly see the glistening, wet spot you leave on him.

You drop down next to him and Sam grabs your face, kisses you before you can even look at him. You hum into his mouth, your own taste greeting you, Sam’s fingers tacky where they fucked you. Sam pulls back, just a few inches, then dives back in, like he changed his mind. You giggle, run your hand over his chest and then down to between his legs.

He stops kissing you, eyes squeezed shut and lip pulled up when you find him, begin stroking him again. You just watch him for a moment. Sam in pleasure has to be the greatest sight of all times. His cheeks are bright pink, in that flushed way he gets. He’s nearly trembling and one of his hands finds your breast, his thumb circling your nipple. You bring your mouth close to his ear.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask, voice low. “Or do you want to be inside me?”

Sam swallows, and the next second he’s pushing you back, down on your back. You squeal and then Sam’s over you, straightened arms holding him up as he looks down at you. You run your hands up his arms, over the lean muscle and then to his face, brushing his hair on both sides behind his ears while he looks down at you with lust-blown eyes.

“Fucking love you so much,” you say and Sam leans down, kisses you again and you pull him close, the post-come buzz making you emotional as you repeat the words against his lips.

“Love you,” he’s saying before he kisses your neck and you sigh at the feeling. “You’re so b’tful.” You chuckle at that and Sam presses himself against you, the length of his cock running along your pussy and you drop your head back, moan wantonly, everything just feeling so bright and good. Sam’s hand wanders between your bodies and you can feel his head against your entrance, when your eyes fly open.

“Sam, condom,” you gasp out. Sam freezes and then his and your eyes meet, both in shock.

“Oh, shit,” he says, pushing himself higher until he’s resting on his knees again, briefly swaying. He leans over towards the bedside table, opens the top drawer and takes out a foil pack. He brings it close to his face, starts working on it with both hands. 

You’re still lying under him and you roll your shoulders, one hand traveling up Sam’s thigh, over his stomach. He’s got the best belly button you’ve ever seen, you think. So yeah, maybe you’re still a little drunk, with a thought like that. Your hand wanders further down to his erection as you gently begin stroking him again.

Your eyes wander back up to Sam’s face, still in deep concentration but then a grin breaks out over his face.

“Y’re making it really hard to focus,” he says as he squints and you tug at him a little harder, the movement of your hand not stopping. 

“Oops,” you say. You see Sam’s eyelids trying to drop as he rocks himself into your hand, and you’re half sure he’s about to give up on opening the condom, when he rips the foil.

“Ha!” he goes and it makes you giggle. He takes the condom out, brings it to his dick. You surrender it to him, watch as he rolls it onto himself, covers his beautiful penis.

“Ready for the dance,” you say and Sam grins again, drops the foil somewhere and leans over you again. He kisses you deeply.

“Where were we?” he says and you bite at his bottom lip. You wiggle, getting impatient.

“Come on, Sam, please,” you whine. “Wanna feel you.” Sam kisses you again, gentle, teasing.

“Yeah?” he says, voice deep. You nod quickly. Luckily he doesn’t make you ask again.

He brings his hand between your bodies once more and this time you wrap your legs around him, while at the same time splaying your arms out over your head. You watch the renewed concentration on Sam’s face as he guides himself, and then feel the press of him against your entrance. You tilt your hips up with the hold of your legs around him and then he’s pushing into you.

Sam grabs your hips as he slowly rocks himself into you and when he comes flush with you, he leans over you, his hands going to yours where they are over your head, his fingers interlocking with yours. He stops, kisses you again, your lips, then your jaw, your neck as you lie there with your eyes closed, just enjoying the way he opens you up, the way he makes you so full, so complete..

“You’re so perfect,” Sam half breathes, half mutters, before sucking his lips against the skin just below your chin. The suction feels amazing and Sam keeps going. He’s probably leaving you with a hickey and usually you might tell him to cut it out, but right then you don’t care. It feels too fantastic.

“Sam,” you moan and without letting up, he begins rolling his hips.

You gasp, the twin feelings of pleasure too perfect, too all encompassing. Sam moves his lips lower, his breath fanning over your skin as he moans too. You press the side of your face against him, searching more of him out. 

“You feel so good,” you mumble, lost in the slow rhythm of Sam’s thrusts. You use the hold of your legs to meet him halfway, which in turn makes your head drop back. “Oh, so good, Sam.”

Sam raises his head, kisses your lips again. You manage to open your eyes, see him looking at you, his opened mouth against yours. He holds your gaze, then quickens his thrusts.

A high whine leaves you and then another. Sam groans again, the hold of his hands tightening.

“Fucking soft,” he mumbles, then presses his nose against your cheek, a low, long grunt escaping him, going straight from your ear into your pussy. You whimper at that, and it makes Sam go faster, quick thrusts with not much of him leaving you before he plunges back in. The stimulation of his cock is like a wire being drawn taut inside you, perfect, and pleasurable but almost painful and a volley of high moans leaves you before you cry out, and Sam slows, switches to deep, long and slow strokes that keep you perfectly on edge.

You raised your head and now drop it back, your legs dropping off Sam and wide open instead. You can hear the squelch of where he’s entering you and you move your head to catch his lips again. Sam kisses you, gently, then begins fucking you hard and fast again. A desperate sound leaves you.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” you cry out and your entire body twitches before Sam slows again. You let out a long breath. “Oh God.”

Sam presses his lips against yours again, breathing hard through his nose.

“You’re so sexy,” he mumbles. You kiss him back, once, twice, your body so full of lust and love you’re sure it’s about to come out of your pores. “Love you, love you.”

You manage to get your lips on Sam’s neck. You need to crane your neck for it to work, but you nibble and lick against the spot you know he likes, and he moans loudly, his voice cracking on the sound as he picks up speed again, panting desperately.

“You feel so good,” he grunts. “So good, can’t–”

He pulls out of you so suddenly that you gasp and then he’s grabbing your thighs, pushing them up and the next second, he presses his face against your pussy, eating you out like his life depends on it. 

You moan again, then bring your hands down to your breasts, play with your nipples, all while Sam takes you high with his purposeful licking. You grind yourself down against him and he digs his fingers into your skin where he’s holding you. 

“Fucking love you,” he mutters against you, the only break he gives himself before he attaches himself to you again. You run one hand down your body into Sam’s hair, scratch at his scalp. Run your foot over his muscular back.

“Sam, baby,” you say as the tension rises in you again. You reach for one of his hands, squeeze it. Sam detaches himself from you, dark eyes looking up at you. You giggle when you see your wetness around his mouth and Sam gives you a lopsided grin back.

“Come up here,” you say and you think he’s not gonna, is gonna continue eating you out, but instead he lands a kiss on your stomach. He lets go of your legs and then begins kissing his way up your body.

When he reaches your face, you run your hands into his hair, kiss him again, and then reach down, find him.

“Baby, want you,” you mutter against him and Sam moves forward, lets you move him back into you. He’s still hard at steel, even though you haven’t touched him in a good minute. All just from spending time between your legs. You grin against his mouth.

Sam enters you again, slides in so easy and he cups your face, kisses you as he starts fucking you in earnest. You pant into his mouth and soon he is too, his brows twisting.

“Oh God, Sam,” you whine. The stimulation of his cock is nearly too intense, but Sam understands, brings one hand to his mouth, wets it, then brings it between the two of you, begins rubbing your clit. You throw your head back, bite down hard at your bottom lip in an attempt to counteract the tension building all over you.

When you come, Sam presses his mouth against your jaw, right along with his tongue. You whine and whimper, your head feeling like it’s been put into a centrifuge.

Sam brings his hand up from between your bodies, grabs for the hair at the side of your head as his groans grow louder, his thrusts sloppier.

“Shit, you’re so perfect, I’m gonna, oh God,” he presses out and then he moans loudly, his shoulders shaking as he comes too.

Sam’s head slumps down on the pillow next to you. Both of you are panting, catching your breath, your body so perfectly covered by his. You run your hands over his back, a content sound leaving you. 

“That was…” you say, then turn your head to the side so you can look at him. His eyes are closed but there’s a soft smile on his lips. But just then, his eyebrows go together, his lips suddenly pressed tight.

“Sam?” you say as he raises his head, opens his eyes. His hand goes to your hip and he pushes himself up, slips out of you and then he’s half falling, half diving off the bed before he books it towards the bathroom.

You sit up, not sure if you should laugh at his long, naked limbs flailing, but then you hear a thud, the sound of porcelain on porcelain and then Sam pukes his guts up. 

You clamber off the bed, grab for Sam’s t-shirt on the floor, not completely balanced on your own feet. You pull it over your head as you rush into the bathroom.

Sam’s kneeling in front of the toilet, one arm slung across it, forehead resting on it, his back rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. You drop down on your knees next to him, bring your hand up to his forehead and move his hair out of the way.

“Oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and Sam makes a pained noise. You push yourself up again, hand landing on the wall to steady yourself, and then you walk around him, grab a towel, wet it, and then sit down next to him again. 

You cup his cheek, turn his face towards you and run the towel over his mouth. Sam leans into your hand, sighs, his expression pained. You throw the towel somewhere behind him, then drag his face closer. Sam leans against you, slumps against your shoulder.

“I’m gonna try not to take that personally,” you say in a teasing tone and he gives a half-hearted chuckle, his hand blindly fumbling for you before he finds yours, squeezes it.

“Too much shaking,” he mumbles and you kiss the top of his head.

“I got you, sweetie,” you say into his hair.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam is de-condomed, you’ve both brushed your teeth and drunk some water. He’s wearing his sweats and an old worn-out t-shirt. He’s tucked tight against you under the covers, slowly dozing off. 

You take the chance to look at him. His eyelashes resting on his skin, the curve of his nose. That one strand of hair that keeps falling over his forehead. You raise your hand and brush it away gently, only for it to end up exactly where it was. Your movement doesn’t wake Sam - he’s out cold.

You move your head closer to him, so close you can smell his toothpaste. You reach down, take his arm resting on the bed next to you, and drape it over yourself.

With a smile, you close your eyes. There’s water and painkillers on the bedside table and a birthday baby giraffe in your bed. Life is good.

[littlelovelunette]

never requested before, but could we get vi’s reaction to reader getting a tattoo of vi’s name on her lower back??? really smutty. love your work by the way.

Pretty Back Tattoo

Contains smut, mild somno, strap

You had no idea what sort of decision it was to have gotten Vi's name as your first ever tattoo. Not to mention, the ink was etched on your back.

You weren't exactly thinking with your head when you got the tattoo, you were thinking with your cunt.

The only thing stuck in your head was, "She'd see it everytime she thrusted in me from behind."

But you didn't stop to think if Vi would get addicted to the mere sight of the tattoo which she did.

"No good morning?" You questioned groggily when you felt Vi forcing you onto your hands and knees, "Dang it, I was having a good dream too."

"I can make it better than your stupid dream," Vi said hastily pulling your shorts and panties down, "Fuck, doll, you're wet," Vi's fingers scooped up some of your arousal to taste, moaning at the taste of your needy pussy.

"Promise me waffles for breakfast later?" You asked, hugging a pillow to anchor yourself to consciousness, you couldn't fall asleep during sex, that was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Mhm," Vi grunted, sticking her strap deep inside your pussy earning a strained moan from you, "Fuck, should've seen the way your tat was showing through this slutty see-through top you bought," Vi said as her toy disappeared all the way inside your hole.

Sleep-drunkenly you replied, "It is an expensive top..."

Vi moaned in your ear before landing a small bite on your shoulder causing your eyes to snap open, rolling back feeling the huge toy sinking deeper in you when Vi leaned in.

Her rough, calloused fingers traced over the ink etched on your lower back, a sign of possession, her territory finally marked. Her name on your skin.

"I'm buying you so many crop tops," Vi let out a rather submissive moan when she felt the strap's other end hit her clit causing her to see stars, "Fuck," she cursed.

Vi's thrusts got sloppier with time, your eyelids starting to get droopy as sleep took over your body which was already accepting defeat at the hands of your horny girlfriend.

"I'm so close..." you mumbled in a sleepy tone only urging Vi on further to bring you to the edge, with one last thrust you came on the dildo, your body tensing and eyes closing in bliss.

Vi held a pause as she let you come undone in her arms before your knees have out, you dropped on your stomach, snoring softly as you went back to sleep.

Vi sighed, looking at the soaked toy and then back at your tattoo, "Fuck."

And she was back at it.

[chiipay]

Omg I love your works!!

So basically I really want the 'protecting you' scenarios (like the reader is getting harrassed and our bllk bfs throw a punch) of Rin, Karasu, Nagi and Barou (and anyone else you want!!!) Thank you 🥰🥰

Okay (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ I'm suck at this scenarios so I'll try my best (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

F*CK OFF 👹- ITOSHI RIN

You and Rin are just strolling in the supermarket to pick up some groceries since you kinda ate everything in the fridge as it was for 'emotional food therapy' you said to Rin. He didn't budge about it and just grabbed the back of your shirt and dragged you to the supermarket with him.

The thing happened when he left your side for a minute because his teammates called up on him there and he had to shoved them to the other side because they seem to be bugging you in his eyes.

You were just strolling down to find some ice cream for Rin- bending your body a bit to grab out from the cooler. A whistle from a guy behind you was heard making you shudder and alert of it. You quickly stand up properly and twist your head 90° (jk) to face the guy. You thought about slapping him but you somehow met with an unconvincing entrance of Itoshi Rin already grabbed the collar of the guy shirt-

You quickly step in and drag Rin away from the poor guy who now looks anxious while you mutter a small apology to him somehow you felt bad. As you drag rin away from the scene, Rin looks towards the guy while lifting middle finger to him as he grumbles a lot of curse words making you drag him with you even faster-

"I'm gonna kill you- gonna hunt you- fuck you- kys- go die- commit suicide- don't stare at her- fuck you- fucking disgusting- die die die-" you have to put your hand on rin's mouth so he wouldn't try to curse the poor guy whole generation.

BEGONE 🗣️‼️- KARASU TOBITO

Dang- you just wanted to see karasu at practice today- why is this happening to you..ughhh-

Some guy came up to you while you were navigating about the location karasu gave you. The guy kept bugging you to have a ride with him in his vehicle but even with so many refusal he seems to not be getting a hint. You were thiiiiissssss 🤏 close to hit him with your purse.

" come on, it will be fun-"

He whistles at you making you infuriating even more.

' dang-just leave me alone- WHY THE HELL KARASU SEND ME A LOCATION OF NOWHERE TO BE FOUND-"

You walk even faster on the sidewalk completely ignoring the guy who kept giving offers to you. You didn't even realize his vehicle stopped as he stepped out of his own vehicle and started to walk up to you.

You noticed the guy a minute later before you started to run for your life while that same guy chased after you. ' OH SH-'

You bumped into some hard chest making you look up instantly and met with the so-called crow head. Karasu smiles cheekily at you and looks at the guy who chased you who's now just standing in front of karasu.

" thanks for assisting her, sure you got some business to do aren't yah? "

Karasu put his hand on the guy's shoulder. You didn't know what was happening due to karasu holding you close to his chest. But you could hear the guy slowly walking away leaving you and karasu alone.

" sorry- yer good? Thought you got lost in the forest for a sec."

" you did a shitty job on sending a location-"

"my bad. Let me treat ya some goods kay?"

TING KE TING🔥- NAGI SEISHIRO

You weren't a big fan of football but somehow Nagi managed to drag you into one of his games today. You have lost when he started to give you a puppy eyes look. It was his cheeks you think that your defense got lost there. Bro has chubby cheeks you could not resist.

You sigh deeply as you look towards nagi from your seat. Yeah he's good at playing it- it's not like you are mesmerized by his goal when he trapped the ball perfectly and tricked his ally thinking his going to pass it- yeah you definitely aren't mesmerized by it.

" hi- is this seat taken?" A pair of eyes came into your vision as the guy asked you.

"oh- uh no.." you shake your head a bit. The guy smiles towards the answer and happily sits next to you making you try to distance yourself away for a bit---🤏

"that guy is good right? That number 10, nagi. " The guy leans a bit towards your side making you anxiously getting nervous asf.

" Huh-? O-oh oh yeah number 10? He's very good at trapping.. he's a good player." You nervously laugh a bit. It's kinda funny to talk about your partner to some stranger. You talked to him for a bit while making a conversation about football which you weren't interested in but still managed to answer because Nagi used to ramble it to you. While talking, you didn't notice Nagi sending death glare at the guy you were talking to from afar.

You stop talking for a bit as you look back to the field to seek for Nagi just to find him looking at you while pouting from the very far. You got confused as Nagi lifted his hand and pointed to the seat next to you making you look at the side and see the guy who looked at you too. It took you a second, before you widened the hit as you looked at Nagi again and shook your head lots of times while making an explanation in a sign language.

Nagi looks at you for a bit before returning back to his teammates clearly ignoring your demure. Oh no. Looks like you gotta prepare yourself when you get back home..

RAWR RAWR 💥- BAROU SHOEI

" here- try this on." Barou who is lending his jacket to so you could be covered properly.

Barou who would blame the society who can't keep their eyes to themselves. Barou blames his own kind for not being able to keep their hands off someone who's uncomfortable with touching. He's mad for sure. He put his jacket securely around your waist before neatly settling it jacket's hands into a pretty bow.

It wasn't your fault and Barou knows that. Barou almost put up a fight with some guy on the street when the guy started hitting on you.

"...sorry" you mutter in a small voice as Barou leads you to sit on a bench.

"it's not your fault. Don't be sorry." Barou who's treating you carefully not wanting to upset you from what happened earlier. He felt like he was the one who should apologise to you for not being there.

"...i wanna go home.."

" mhm..got it. Want me to carry you? It's already late, no one is here so we can have the night for ourselves." Barou who softens his voice so you wouldn't be scared by him.

"...that would be nice..." He slowly reaches his hands before making it way to your back and under your thighs and lifts it up.

" do you want something along the way? There would be a convenience store nearby." You shook your head and Barou hummed in response. Barou who carries you as you slept peacefully under his care. Barou who would punch the guy that bothered you if he ever saw him again

[madman479r]

A change of Schneenery

Weiss:... *staring blankly at book*

Ruby: Hey, Weiss. You okay?

Weiss: Huh, what? I mean, yes. Why wouldn't I be?

Yang: Because you've been staring at the same page for 20 minutes, so unless you're a slow reader, something is bothering you.

Weiss: Since when are you observant?

Yang: Nice redirection, now spill.

Weiss:... *sighs* Well, as you know, Winter has been able to visit since Atlas has lent some of its forces to Vale and Beacon.

Blake: The sister you strive to impress and feel that nothing you do is good enough so you push harder? Yes, we know.

Weiss: Thank you for that unnecessary commentary, Blake. But yes. During our tea time, I asked if she would like to spar this evening after classes, but she said she was... otherwise engaged.

Yang: So, what? You're bummed because she's busy with work?

Weiss: It's not that. I understand she is quite busy, having responsibilities as a high ranking Atlas Specialist, I've come to terms with that and cherished the short times we get to spend together, but she said that this engagement was not work related, but rather... a... date.

Ruby: *Gasp* Oh! Your sister has a boyfriend?! That's great, good for her!

Weiss: She doesn't have a boyfriend, dunce! It is apparently her first evening with this person, so he's hardly a "boyfriend", and I wouldn't use such an immature title for Winter.

Yang: Whoa! Calm down, Ice Queen. Jeez, you seem pretty wound up by this guy.

Blake: Maybe it's because she's jealous.

Weiss: Jealous?! Of what, exactly? Why would I be jealous of Winter?

Blake: Not Winter. But of the guy she's going on a date with.

Yang:.. Weiss, please tell me you don't think incest is wincest.

Weiss: W-WHAT?! GET SUCH FILTHY, DEGENERATE THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND, XIAO LONG!

Blake: Not like that, either of you. I meant as in you're jealous of this mystery guy because you're afraid of him cutting into your 'Winter' time, and she'll have less time for you.

Ruby: Oooooh! Well that's ridiculous too, Weiss. Winter is your sister, your big sister. And she'll always have time for you, the best big sisters do. Even if they can be a little overboard.

Yang: Are you referring to me?

Ruby: I don't know. Do you know anyone else who stood outside my friend's home and watched the house all night while I was having a sleep over?

Yang: It was your first time, I was just making sure they weren't the bitchy type.

Ruby: Anyway, just remember, Winter will always love you and have time for you.

Weiss:... Thanks, Ruby. I guess I just needed to hear that.

Yang: So, who is the guy that managed to capture your sister's heart. If she's got an even bigger stick up her ass than you do, he must have been a catch.

Weiss: Har har. But to answer your question, I'm not sure. She never gave me a name or even a description.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Weiss: I'll get it. **Opens door to see...**

Weiss: Winter? What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?

Winter: Weiss? Oh, I think I may have the wrong room.

Weiss: What?

**Sound of a door behind Winter opening**

???: Winter?

**Winter and Weiss look to see**

Weiss: Urgh, Arc. What do you-

Winter: Ah, Jaune, I hope I'm not too late for our date.

Weiss: YOUR WHAT?!

Jaune: Oh, no. Just on time if anything. And can I say you look stunning.

Winter: *///* Oh, flatterer. You clean up quite nice yourself. Very handsome.

Jaune: *Rubs back of head with a blush* Yeah, I didn't think my hoodie would be a good attire. Oh! Uh? **Offers arm for her to hold** Shall we?

Winter: *locks her arm around Jaune's and waves to Weiss** I shall see you soon, sister. Sorry to disturb you. *walks off with Jaune.*

Weiss:... *twitching eye* (mind .exe has stopped working)

Yang: Dang. Didn't think I'd say this, but vomit boy looked kinda hot dressed like that. He should try that more often.

Blake: I didn't think we'd see the day he actually managed to get a date.

Ruby: Blake! That's mean.

Blake: Sorry but you can't deny what I said.

Yang: Yeah, sorry sis. But Jaune isn't exactly beating the women away with a stick, not with his dorky attitude. But still, I guess Jaune just hit the right buttons for Ice Queen senior.

Weiss: This... this has to be a mistake. A cruel joke! How could my sister, the epitome of perfection and sophistication, even entertain the idea of spending time with that buffoon?!

Yang: Hey, like I said, maybe she just saw something in him we didn't. Besides, it's just a date. It's not like she's gonna marry him.

Weiss: Do not put such disturbing imagery in my head, Yang.

Blake: Uh, guys? What's that on the floor?

Weiss: Hmm? Is... is that...

Yang: Holy shit, that's a condom! Vomit boy is kinda moving fast.

Ruby: Girls...

Weiss: That pervert!

Ruby: Weiss.

Weiss: He thinks he can so easily bed my sister and sully her name?!

Ruby: Weiss!

Weiss: I'm going to take this condom, find Winter and expose Arc for his degeneracy!

Ruby: WEISS!

Weiss: WHAT?!

Ruby: That condom doesn't belong to Jaune. It fell where Winter was standing

Weiss:...

Blake: **Slowly goes back to reading.**

Yang:... Damn.

[yarsia-writesxx]

SAINTS AND SINNERS

Sammie ‘Preacher boy’ Moore x Serena Saint

Warnings: None

Summary: Serena and Sammie were practically inseparable when they were little. He's play his instrument in church while Serena sang in the choir. But one day she had to move away without warning. Now she's back....What happens when she is recruited by stack to sing at their juke joint?

Serena stepped off the train, her heels clicking sharply against the platform. Pearline followed close behind, already fanning herself with a flyer she'd snatched from the seat back. Ahead, a small group has gathered, their eyes fixed on something in the center. Serena glances at her friend, squinting toward the crowd. "Hmm, what you think that's about?" she asks, her voice light but intrigued.

"I don't know," Pearline replies, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene. Serena, ever the curious one, grins, her excitement bubbling to the surface.

"Let's go check it out," she says, already moving toward the crowd with quick, confident steps. Pearline hesitates, her gaze flicking from Serena to the circle of people. She watches the crowd's mixed expressions — some tense, some expectant — before sighing and shaking her head.

"Hold on, wait for me," Pearline says, catching up, her footsteps quickening as they both draw closer to the unfolding scene. As they reach the edge of the crowd, Serena slows, her attention locking onto the center. Her brows furrow, eyes locked on the center. A man stood there, swaying as he plays a harmonica, the notes cutting through the air with a smooth, rich tone. Beside him, a young boy standing next to him, a guitar in his arms, fingers dancing like they'd been born strumming strings. Serena's breath caught.

"That's... that's Preacher Boy," she whispers, almost to herself. Pearline blinks, confused. "Who?"

Before she could explain, the taller man — grinning wide steps forward and throws his arms open."These two gonna be playing down at the old sawmill. It's the grand opening of our new joint — Club Juke! We got us a battle of the blues coming, a real ring-a-dang-dang just for us! Y'all ready to eat? Y'all ready to drink? Y'all ready to sweat till y'all stink?"

The crowd roars with laughter and cheers. Serena smiles, but her eyes are still locked on the boy with the banjo. As if sensing her stare, Sammie looks up — his fingers stilling on the strings as his eyes meet hers. The noise faded. Not gone, but distant, like it belonged to someone else's moment.

Sammie.

His stare didn't break, and neither did hers. Something unspoken passed between them. Pearline glances between them before nudging Serena. " you know him or sum?" She questions snapping Serena out of the stare down.

Serena didn't answer.

The crowd slowly began to disperse, melting into the buzz of the station once more. But Sammie stayed put. He stands, slinging the guitar over his shoulder as he steps forward, expression curious and warm. "I seen you before," he says with a teasing voice, one brow arched causing Serena to chuckle.

"Maybe." She responds back with a smile as he walks closer to her. That single word stretched between them, ripe with history. Then he pulls her into a hug by her waist — strong, gentle, grounding. Their heads meeting each others as they both close their eyes. "Damn it's been so long" Sammie says as they sway alittle. "It has" Serena says in agreement. When they part, she turns to Pearline, who stands a little stunned at the sudden intimacy.

"This is Pearline. My best friend." Serena introduces as Pearline extends her hand. "Pleasure to meet you." Pearline says as  Sammie shakes it with a respectful nod. "Pleasure's mine. I'm Preacher Boy."

Then his gaze drifts back to Serena, and his smile shifts. "I guess you heard my cousin earlier," he says. "Think I might see you tonight?"

Serena grins trying to hide her excitement . "You just might." She responds teasingly, making Sammie grin, the sun catching his smile just right. "You in a rush to go somewhere?" He asks causing Serena to glance at Pearline, then shakes her head. "No, not really. Why?"

"I figured you'd wanna see my cousin. It's been forever since you two saw each other," he says, watching her face closely. Serena pauses, brushing her fingers along the hem of her shirt. Her expression softens. "Yeah... okay."

Sammie's smile widens. "Be right back."

As he turns to go, Pearline leans in with a smirk and nudges her as they watch him leave . "So you do know him. You ain't tell me you had someone squeak"

Serena laughs softly, eyes following Sammie. "Yeah. We've been friends since we were practically babies. But one day, I had to move, and... well, that was that."

Pearline nods slowly not believing they are just friends. "Riiight friends ... I refuse to believe you guys are just friends" Pearline teases causing Serena to blush a bit. "We are just friends pearls" Serena assures her causing Pearline to shake her head. "Whatever you say but anyways I gotta go" Pearline says turning to her. They hug — warm, tight, and full of years behind them. "I gotta go see my husband," Pearline says, pulling away gently. "Catch you later. And... thanks for coming with me."

"Of course," Serena says. "You know I'd do anything for you."

Pearline disappears into the crowd, her steps fading beneath the low hum of the platform. Serena lingers, the hot air thick with something more than just heat — maybe it's nerves, maybe it's fate. Her fingers twitch slightly at the hem of her shirt again. Moments later, Sammie returns, and this time he's not alone. Trailing behind him is a taller boy with wide shoulders and a grin that could talk its way into trouble. Serena knows that smile. "Serena," Sammie says, stopping in front of her. "You remember Stack, right?"

Before she can answer, Stack's face lights up like a spark caught flame. "Well, I'll be damned. Serena?"

And just like that, she's swept off her feet — literally. He hugs her tight, lifting her clean off the ground like they haven't missed a day. "Girl, you done got taller on me," he laughs, setting her down and holding her at arm's length. "How ya been, little lady?"

Serena grins, shaking her head. "Not little no more, Stack."

"I can see that," Sammie mumbles, eyes lingering like he's just now noticing causing stack to smirk. Stack folds his arms across his chest, still smiling. "Where you been, gal? You disappeared."

Her smile falters. "I had to move," she says softly. "Didn't get to say goodbye."

"Yeah, well," Stack says, tapping his temple, "you sure left a memory. Sammie wouldn't shut up about you for years."

Serena raises a brow at Sammie. "Years, huh?"

He shrugs, pretending not to care — but the shy smile betrays him. Stack steps closer, grinning. "We're playing at Club Juke tonight — grand opening. You better be there."

She tilts her head, teasing. "That a request or a demand?"

"A little of both," Stack says with a wink. "I'll don't know about that ," she says, then pauses as Sammie adds, "I'll be there and I'm gonna be playing."

Serena lifts an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Oh yeah He play real good ," Stack confirms proudly. "And you? You still sing?"

Serena steps back with a nervous laugh. "I haven't sung in forever."

"Oh, stop that now," Stack says. "You sang beautifully. I'll even pay you if you do." That makes her laugh for real. "Fine," she says at last, finally agreeing. "Just this once."

The two boys cheer like they've just won a bet. "Well, I gotta go," she says, stepping away. "I'll see you tonight."

She walks off before either of them can say a word, hips swaying with confidence. Sammie stares after her, caught somewhere between then and now.

[donutz]

Not much but a romantic Sebastian and a burnt out gn reader who enters his shop to get some well deserved rest?

Burnt out! reader with Sebastian

A little rest won't hurt...

— I verbally went "ooo" at this request, also apologies for taking so long(This applies to future requests)

Warnings: Possibly touch starved Reader and Sebastian; Reader acts alcohol drunk(Sorry I don't mean to bring up trauma😓) but is actually sleep drunk; Accidently flirty Reader; Very vivid descriptions, I just think it makes it kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 so that's why I'm warning you; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 mentions but nothing 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 happens; Flustered Sebastian ooo

Door, after door, after door, after door, you’re tired of this unending loop. The only good thing about this is that incredible shop and its owner.

God, what was his name again?

Sabers?

No that’s not it.

Uhhh.

Dang.

You can’t even think right! When’s the last time you forgot a name?

… You can’t remember that either, okay.

You’re limping through the halls, senses on point, well minus your sight. Your tired eyelids keep on dropping down or hanging.

You want to take a rest soooo baddd.

But you can’t. Not with Urbanshade watching you.

Not with Pinkie or Pandemonium.

Hate it.

Hate this place.

YOU hate this place.

Well accept for Sebastian since this place is the only reason he’s down here.

Just make it to Sebastian and you’ll be fine. Shove through the doors that won’t open or groan whenever you need a keycard.

Fight through the pain!

Well that’s pretty hard mentally.

And your mental state isn’t doing very well.

Ughhhh JUST GO THROUGH THE DOORS.

Sorry I didn’t mean to yell.

I’m just second personing your thoughts.

Actually my thoughts on what your thoughts are. Because I don’t actually know your thoughts. So yeah.

Oh god finally, door 48. You speed walk over to the next door, apparently not noticing Chainsmoker behind you.

.

.

.

“Woowww, you reallyyy saw that one. Y’know I–” He stops talking when he looks at your state. 

You’re looking down with your spine stretching till it pops out of your body. Your extremely tired eyes are barely even focusing, just waiting for that document to pop up.

Your body creates low and shallow breaths.

You look like you’re going to pass out.

“Oh uhhm… You alright?” Sebastian asks, with concern rolling around on his face.

Upon hearing his voice, you look up with excitement and expectation. Only being able to see two of his pastel blue eyes.

You try to speak but can’t, you’re dead remember?

Sebastian sees your attempt and sighs.

“Look, I know it’s hard out there but–” He pulls out his claw in front of you.

Seeing that as a, “Take my hand friend” Gesture, you take it. You seem touch starved with the way you quickly grasped onto his claw.

Using your two hands to grab his claw, breathing hard.

You wish you could feel his fingers.

In your hand of course.

Freakanator 3000.

But after a few seconds of silence and hand holding, you’re suddenly brought down to go see the document.

You didn’t even do that!

Did Sebastian do that?!

Could that have happened this whole time?

Then why did it happen now?!

Groaning in your head, you were motivated to see Sebastian and just maybe rest.

You were contemplating on whether you should keep going so you can find that dumb crystal and get out of here or for Sebastian. Meanwhile, he sat, surprised at the touch.

Maybe wanting some more?

From you specifically?

Just maybe?

You rushed through doors after ‘respawning’, even skipping some doors after hearing the entities behind you.

You perfectly nailed down the ways to survive the monsters, getting more and more excited as you get closer to Sebastian’s shop.

The adrenaline rushed through your body as you nearly broke down a few doors.

I thought those were bulletproof?

Slowing down your running, you nearly tripped upon seeing the room that Sebastian would be located in. Letting out big breaths that were loud enough to hear through your head gear.

Sometimes you let out a few guhs and coughs.

It was that bad.

You could drink your own sweat and that’ll help.

Your hands were on your knees, your legs shaking and sweat drops dripping onto your visor while you were looking down.

“Oh man, I can hear you from here. Take a break, yeah?” Sebastian commented, trying to not give you clues that he’s worried about you.

Saliva recollects in your mouth as you look back up at the vent. Your legs carry you over even if it hurts.

Getting out of the vent, you saw Sebastian and tried to smile.

“Ooo… You alright?” His question seemed genuinely curious.

You nod, crawling over to a spot and shutting your eyes.

Sebastian stays silent as he thinks that you fell asleep.

Your body collects its strength, your organs pumping correctly, the only thing that your brain needs now is sleep.

Yeah, the ONE thing that’s hard to get. Currently.

Your swaying right foot indicates that you’re awake, so Sebastian questions you on it.

“Oh you’re awake? I thought you passed out-”

“Offf course I’m awakee..!! How could I– Fall asleepp with a gooddd looking fella like youuu”??

Now that got him to pay full attention to you(Not like he wasn’t before).

“Are.. Are you drunk”?

‘Didn’t know prisoners could drink down here.’ He thought.

“Drunk on your lookss? Yeahhh. Youu look.. Soooooo HOT”!

Sebastian looks away to his left, mouth scrunched making it look like he’s disgusted. But he’s not! Because in this fanfic he actually likes you back.

He’d be flushing with red if he was warm blooded. 

You could tell with the way his fingers are fidgeting with each other. He attempts to pin back his side bang only for it to fall again.

He lets out a groan.

Changing your resting position, you stand up, walking over to Sebastian.

“I could pin your hair back for you. Hic up, baby. Ooo I’m so sleepy I’m hiccuping”.

“HAUH”?!?

“Oh sorry did I make you uncomfortable? I didn’t mean to I’m- hic up sorry”.

“It’s uhm. No. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, it's just that you’re so”..

“Bold? Yeah. I get like this when I’m sleep drunk”.

Oh so you’re aware you act like this?

“Y- Yea.. Bold”.

You stumble over to Sebastian, eyeing his tail. Looking back up at him, you point at his scales.

“Can I touch”?

“Yeah sure”.

Dropping down onto your knees you feel along his hard yet smooth scutes.

“I wish I could.. Actually feel your uhh, scales”.

“Hm”.

“But I can’t :(”

“Awh what a bummer.” He playfully teases.

After feeling up his tail some more, you ask him—

“What does it feel like”?

“My tail”?

“Yeah dum dum.” You chuckle at the slightly insulting nickname.

“Oh well now I won’t tell you because of your insult”.

“Nooooo, breathy chuckle, I was chokinggg… Wait no.. I was jokinggg”.

Sebastian stifles a laugh with his hand, his torso lightly shaking.

“Alright alright. My tail is pretty cold, it’s like smooth in a more slimy way. Yet there’s no slime. It’s kinda weird but I’m used to it”.

“Ooo, slimy tail. So if I take my hands off your tail I’ll get slime on my glove”?

“No, I just said that it’s smooth in a slimy sense yet there’s no slime”.

“... Sebastian, that makes no sense.” You said sternly.

“... Shut up”.

Eventually, you end up falling asleep on his tail. Drooling in your head gear, making a pool of it at the bottom.

Seeing you unconscious yet alive brings comfort to Sebastian. You’re still here, just not awake. Alive.

He’s never really thought about wanting a human alive before.

I don't mean to make Sebastian seem like this shy 'baby', I just think he'd get all blushy and nervous at bold romantic actions.

[ncillary]

Self Aware AU (Xavier)

Summary: You have the lowest Affinity with Xavier. The reason is because you feel bad for the Queen MC and vow to play only the main story for his path so that you can find a way to return him to Queen MC safe, sound and happy end.

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"Why you keep staring at your phone with that dull face?" Your friend asked.

"Huh? Oh? Nothing-"

"That otome game again?" Your friend perked up knowingly.

You nodded. Your friend gestured for you to just let out of what's on your mind. You sighed. It begun.

"I just... feel bad that I always stalled the Affinity progress with Xavier. I kinda need him for Battle and not that I don't enjoy the time with him. But... he.. I want a happy ending for him."

"Isn't being with you-"

"MC"

"-sigh- Isn't being with MC, still means YOUUU, means that you achieved it? It's the core of every otome game, right?"

"I get that. But! He has someone. The true one. Queen MC. THAT'S where HE belongs. I'll return him to her. No bargain or ANY sacrifice mambo jambo. I'll build Uluru just for their happiness. I swear."

"It's just a game. You just follow the story. If the developer did it any other way than you are forced to follow anyway. Not that you can exactly do anything about the story progress."

"Yeah... Knew that. Doesn't mean that it's not my deepest wish for Xavier and Queen MC to be happy together. My MC was made to support in any way possible."

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"Oh. A new event! Nice... Huh? Ohhhh no no no no no... First kiss! Arghhh... But the storyline is nice. Haa... ... ... bye Xavier, hope we can enjoy another fluffy limited 5* withOUT the heavy lover-indication. My MC is just your close companion." You smile before closing the game.

The LI assigned there at the time faded. A new blurry began to form until it revealed Xavier. Eyes closing as the pixels reform him to a complete 3D appearance. Fluttering open, he stared at the door, feeling the empty cafe.

"I'm here. Please see me. I want to see you more."

He slowly sat on the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

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Giggling. Feeling shaky slightly.

He stirred a bit.

Hushed voice, soothing, "Oh shoot. Sorry Xavier. Maybe I should turn off the gyro setting."

He blinked quickly and looked up. There she is. The MC. Unmoving. He quickly got up. Trying to step as close as he can to her but his feet could only settle a bit far from her unless he prompted the correct dialogue that let him get a breath away from the MC. He knew she was a proxy for the person behind the dark screen. Oh how he wished she would just reveal her face to him. But it's a good thing he at least got to hear your voice. The sound he wanted to touch the most everyday.

"Wow. You never get bored wearing that sweater. Guess it's that comfortable, huh. I get it. I hope you change to a better attire once the heat gets too much."

You're there. He can activate the prompt now.

"This is the Second Law of Cosmic Attraction."

He walked closer. Hearts thumping. Happy to be able to get closer to you. But his coded face wouldn't show how much he was actually grinning with glee.

"We'll meet those we yearn for again. No matter how long it takes."

His feet automatically dragged him back too soon for his liking.

"Hahahahaha... You and your Cosmic Law."

She proceeded to claim the Stamina for the morning. Quickly closing the game before he could prompt another dialogue.

His rigidness turned off. He could only move freely when you're not logging in.

"Dang. I should be faster next time. I hope I can force myself out this evening."

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"Haaa... It's already this late. Glad I have Free Retro this time. Huh? Xavier? This is not your usual appearance time. Oh no... Did our Affinity go up? -tap- -tap- -tap- huuu~ -tap- false alarm. Guess this is one of the rare occurrences. We'll... -yawn- m'nite Xavi-"

"I won't slip away today. I'll stay and chat with you for a while longer."

(Please stay. Please. Please. Please.)

"Hmmm... right... Weekly Plan... Didn't think finish yet. -tap- -tap-"

"When you spend your time with me. I'm spending my time with you."

(YES! YES! Go on! As long as you like!)

"Hmmm... Work... Study... Why can't there be just lounging around? We'll I'm off work. Study is better. Search all those recipes you want, Xavier."

He could hear her faint chuckling laced with tiredness.

"5 minutes-ah..."

He was sitting suddenly with MC in front of him. Studying.

"Oh to heck. 15 minutes it is. I'll just be quick and settle myself in."

He could hear walking. A light thump. Possibly she set the phone on a surface near her. Faucet running. Teeth brushing. Faucet running. Walking again. Switch sound. Lights off probably. Scrunching sound. Bluetooth connection on.

"Easier to hear that 'zwing' sound when it's complete. Let me just... haaa... release the tense of today."

He could hear you relaxing with an occasional pained sound. He got worried.

"Gosh. My shoulder is hurting. Maybe I should restock the pain relief patch tomorrow."

She breathed slowly. Slower. Barely there.

(...Is she...asleep?)

*zwing*

"Woah... I could move. And speak freely. Hahahaha... Your phone's gonna be out of juice soon. Hope you can wake up okay tomorrow."

Silent.

He cleared his throat.

"I can hear you. The real you. I'm real. Real like you. Queen MC is not you. I get it. But I want you. The real you. So please just increase our Affinity so that I can get a better control to reach out to you. I'll try to get to you too... ... ... I... ... like you."

Darkness plunged his consciousness. The battery must've died.

"I'll get to you."

A determined promise.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone buzzes again. You’re starting to get annoyed. You’re trying to enjoy the day with Queenie and life just wants to bug you. 

The sunlight beams down around the gazebo as Queen lays on the bench. Through the arched window behind her, birds flit around and bugs buzz by. She looks terribly tired. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask as she yawns. 

“Oh, I’m fine,” she turns onto her side. “Just had... a long night.” 

“Huh, did you do something special?” You wonder. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “I just don’t sleep much. Oh well.” 

“Hm, did you try chamomile? Or a hot bath?” 

She shrugs. “It’s not your problem.” 

She rests her head on her bent arm and closes her eyes. The late morning is lazy. You’d like to bask in the stillness but your dang phone keeps going. 

“Sorry, I’ll be right back,” you hop up and slide your phone out of your pocket. She doesn’t react as you turn and flee down the steps. “Jada?” You answer after reading the display, “what’s wrong? Is it mom?” 

“Huh? What?” She sounds just as confused. “No, I’m just—I'm checking in. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah.” She quavers unevenly. 

“Why?” 

She sighs, “because... you’re my sister and I haven’t seen you. So... I’m checking on you. Like geez, I can do nice things. I’m doing one right now.” 

Her frustration breaks through the flimsy mask of compassion. You exhale and watch a white moth flutter by. You hum. 

“You never care about me.” 

“No, I do,” she insists. “Of course I do.” 

“What did you do?” You challenge. You think you get it now. When she knows she goes too far, she’s nice. It usually gets her out of trouble with your parents. 

“N-nothing,” she squeaks. “God. You’re such a—good sister, I just want to make sure--” 

“I’m fine, okay?” You reply as paranoia creeps up your neck. “And you don’t have to worry about me because you never do. I’m hanging out with my friends. Shouldn’t you be with yours?” 

She scoffs. She’s silent for a moment, no doubt plotting her worst retort. She grumbles. 

“Well, you have fun with those friends,” she makes her voice extra sweet. 

You frown. What the heck is going on? Wait? Is she jealous? After all these years of treating you like a loser, of you being the hanger-on, is she really jealous? You almost laugh. 

“Alright, I will,” you stick out your tongue even though she can’t see it. “Bye.” 

“Um, bye, but--” 

You hang up. You look at the phone and scrunch up your nose. Something’s off. Jada never calls. Sure, she’ll text you to demand something, or accuses you of stealing her favourite hair clip, but she doesn’t call you. She certainly doesn’t check in. 

You put your phone on silent and back in your pocket. You go back into the gazebo as Queenie sits up, leaning against a column as she gazes through the window. You drag your feet over and sit at the other end. 

“Everything alright?” She asks. 

“I think...” 

“Oh? What do you mean?” She turns to you. 

“It was my sister.” You huff. 

“Is she okay?” 

“She’s fine. She’s... annoying. You know, she doesn’t want anything to do with me, ever, and now I have a friend, a great friend like you, she’s bugging me.” 

“Really? I thought she was mean to you.” 

"She is. Most of the time. But she calls me up acting all worried,” you harrumph. “She just doesn’t make any sense.” 

Queenie hums and looks back out at the whimsical garden. It’s just like Jada to ruin your day without even being there. Now you’re all anxious trying to figure out her game. 

“Loki brought you here...” she says. 

You flinch and look at her, “yeah?” 

She shrugs and averts her eyes. She stares off thoughtfully. Her forehead stitches. 

“I didn’t ask him to.” 

Your heart thrums, “you didn’t?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Oh, but... I’m sorry if I crashed--” 

“No, I don’t mind. I’m happy you came. I’m just thinking.” 

“Right,” you nod. “Thinking about... what?” 

She shifts and turns her back to the birds and the bugs. She tilts her head and her cheeks dimple. She rubs her index against her thumb. 

“How did Loki find you? If you weren’t expecting him?” 

You blink. You don’t know. “Well, we ran into each other at the coffee place. I just thought maybe it was a coincidence.” 

“Uh huh,” she clicks her tongue. “Does he know about your sister?” 

“About?” 

“That she isn’t very nice?” Queenie sniffs. 

You shrug. “I guess I might have mentioned it. I don’t know.” 

She leans forward and hunches over her lap. She props up her head in her hands and she squints. When she sits up, she looks determined. 

“He likes you a lot.” 

“He’s nice.” 

“He’s not,” she insists. “He doesn’t even like his own brother.” 

“He doesn’t? But Thor is so nice.” 

She hesitates then waves off the thought. “Well, they are brothers. You know how siblings can be.” She pinches her lower lip as she thinks. “When did your sister start acting strange?” 

“Come on, it’s just Jada being Jada. She likes to mess with me,” you snort as you start to see her logic. 

“When?” She asks again. 

She’s your friend. You have to be honest. 

“I got home yesterday and she was all... weird. Acting all... nervous. She even cleaned the clothes she ruined with my berries. And cleaned my room.” You explain. 

“She did that?” Queenie gasps. 

You nod, “yeah, see. That’s how she is. Typically. She just does mean things to me but now...” 

Her eyes narrow. “You should leave. On your own. Call a cab.” 

“What? Did I upset you?” You’re taken aback by here suddenness. 

“No,” she stands and grabs you by your arm. “I’m not mad. I’m doing this for you.” 

“Why? I don’t understand--” 

“Look, maybe I’m wrong but I really don’t think I am. I know Thor and his brother. I know how they are. You’re too sweet to see it and you should keep it that way.” She drags you across the gazebo. “You need to go.” 

“But--” 

She stops you and makes you face her. “He did it. Loki. No one just has a moment of regret out of nowhere, especially when they’ve been getting away with it for years. I know that better than anyone. Loki left yesterday rather quickly, didn’t he?” 

“No, what do you think--” 

“Maybe he just threatened her or maybe he really did hurt her...” Queenie says. 

You gulp. You think of Jada and how she winced. You never saw her afraid like that but last night, was like someone threw water on a cat. You don’t want to believe it but there’s really no other reason you can come up with. Coincidences are nice but your mother always says they don’t happen. 

“No, he wouldn’t--” 

“Ladies,” Loki’s slither undercuts your protest. 

You and Queenie freeze, sharing a look of panic. You turn to watch him strut along the pathway. She lets you go and elbows you. You smile. 

“My brother sent me out. He had some lunch prepared.” 

“Of course,” Queenie slips her hand down to yours. “We were just saying how peckish we are.” 

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Darlin' pt 6

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 7 (SMUT)

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Romance)

Description: Cooper and Reader feel the effects of the radiation.

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Cooper still hasn't told us where he is taking us yet. The sun seemed to get extra hot as the day went on. I knew the irradiation of the river was starting to hit me, just like it was the vaultie. We both had sunken, dark eyes and pale skin. Radiation sickness was starting to set in. Cooper made sure I stayed close to him, his eyes only leaving me to bark at the vaultie when she slowed.

"This damn sun," I whined.

Without saying a word, Cooper took off his hat and dropped it on my head. I smiled ear to ear, the idea of wearing his hat filling me with joy. "Thanks, Coop." 

His footsteps stuttered at the nickname. Little did I know, it brought back a flood of memories that were long forgotten. "Just don't lose it, darlin'." He mumbled.

The show of affection filled me with a burst of energy, adding some pep to my step as we trekked along in the sand. Eventually, we happened upon a small, derelict town. The old homes were covered almost half up their sides with sand. The houses now were all the same tan color as the ground, a reminder of the harshness of the wastelands. We walked up to a building with "Westside Medical Clinic" written on a big sign out front. As soon as we stopped walking we heard it. The yelling.

"Roger! My name... is Roger!" A voice roared from inside the building. 

The three of us exchanged looks before Cooper pushed the vaultie towards the door, making her go first. "Stay behind me, sugar." He said quietly to me. 

We slowly continued into the building as the snarling grew closer. The vaultie hesitated, not wanting to get any closer to the danger inside. This caused Cooper to give her another harsh shove. The fear swirling in my stomach made me feel like I was going to throw up. I grabbed onto the back of Cooper's coat for purchase. We finally made our way into the room where the voice was coming from. A man, or a ghoul, was sitting in the sand, mumbling and snarling. 

"Hey Rog," Cooper greets him.

"Hey. Hey." the man laughs, relieved to see his friend. "Fancy seeing you here. You out for that bounty, too, huh?"

"Yep," Cooper responds as he knelt in front of his friend.

You all stand there in silence for a bit, listening to Roger snarl and whip his head around. 

"Oh, shit," Roger says between wails.

"How you feelin’?" Cooper asks quietly, already knowing the answer.

"Oh... you know," Roger replied. "It's hard out here. Dang smoothies can be so unkind. I see you got some smoothies of your own." He says as he looks over at the vaultie and me in the corner. "That one is cute with your hat on."

I give him a small smile as a blush warms my cheeks. "You like it? I'm thinking of keeping it." I say, trying to lighten the mood. 

Roger lets out a gleeful laugh, "Oh, I hope she rubs off on you. Keep her around."

Cooper smiles in response, "Plan on it."

Roger cried out again, ripping the smiles off everyone's faces.

"You're turning," Cooper says reluctantly, he exchanges a worried look with you.

"Yeah maybe, maybe." Roger says on the verge of tears, "Maybe. Hey, you don't happen to have any vials, do you? Just one little puff and I'll be back on my feet. You know I'm good for it." Roger pleaded.

"I'm sorry Roger I am all out," Cooper says, looking sorrowful.

"That's okay. That's okay." Roger mumbles. "Though, um, you and your smooth-faced friends, you um... you might want to clear out before things get ugly."

Roger started to snarl again, he was growing louder and louder. It was horrible to watch. "Is this what will happen to Cooper?" I thought to myself.

"I did okay. 28 years since I first started showing," Roger said, before snarling again. "Oh, hell! Not as long as you are though." He pointed proudly at Cooper, "You've outlasted us all. How long since you first started wastelanding?"

"A long time," Cooper responds while shaking his head.

"That's a lot of vials," Roger said quietly.

"Well I've always been good at making money, Roger." Cooper exhales as he stands up. "Say, you remember how good food used to taste?"

"Yeah, BlamCo Mac and Cheese!" Roger says excitedly.

"Ice Cream and Apple Pie." Cooper countered.

"Hot damn! Apple Pie." Roger said, joy lighting up his face, even making the vaultie smile. "You know my mother used to-"

Before he could finish, Cooper shot Roger threw the head with no warning. I stumbled back in shock, tripping and falling on my butt and landing in the sand. 

"Why did you do that?" The vaultie asked with tears in her eyes. "He was sick."

Cooper ignores her and starts making his way toward me while he holsters his gun. My eyes were glued to the man, lifeless on the ground. 

"Darlin'." Cooper says pulling me from my thoughts and he crouches in front of me. 

I look up at him with weeping eyes. "He...." I trailed off. I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," I whispered as the tears started to fall down to my chest. 

"Don't be sorry, darlin'. Can you do something for me?" He asked calmly.

"Yeah." I managed to respond between sniffles. 

"Wait in the hallway." He replies, rubbing my shoulder reassuringly. I give him a confused look before he starts talking again, "I don't want you to see this."

Realization washes over me. "You gonna eat him?" 

"Just - just wait in the hallway." He says as he pulls me up to my feet. "Okay?"

"Okay," I mumble as I slowly make my way out of the room. I lean up against the wall and close my eyes. It's only a minute before I hear the vaultie begging.

"Stop. Stop Stop." The vaultie pleaded, "Please, I know it's hard out here but you don't, you don't have, you don't have to resort to... to..."

"What'd you say your name was?" Cooper asks her.

"Lucy MacLean." The vaultie replies hesitantly. 

"MacLean?" Cooper asks a hint of recognition in his voice. "Huh. Well, Lucy MacLean, it ain't all peaches and marmalade left up here, sweetheart. Sometimes a fella gotta eat another fella." 

Even from the hallway, I could hear the squishing from whatever he was doing in there. I felt nausea settle into my stomach, whether from the radiation or what Cooper was doing in the other room, I didn't know.

"You know, my vault has endured hardship too," Lucy said, pushing back. In the great plague of '77, everyone had to quarantine, they couldn't work the farms together, people starved. My mother included. My dad dropped to 128 pounds, and he still refused to do anything like this."

Cooper let out a deep chuckle at her words.

"What? What's so funny?" She asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"Well, there's what people say they did and what they really did." Cooper said, his accusation heavy in the air. "I'll bet your daddy was first in line at the cookout. I bet he had a bib with a drawing of his neighbor's ass on there."

"How do you live like this?" Lucy asks. "You obviously know it's wrong you sent her to the other room. So how do you do it? Why keep going?"

I open my eyes slowly at the mention of me. I didn't know if I could ever live like that, so Lucy's question piqued my interest as well. There was a heavy silence as I heard Cooper's footsteps making his way across the room.

"Well, one good question deserves another," Cooper responds, his voice was dark, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why the fuck am I doin' all the work? Now come on vaultie, ass jerky don't make itself."

This was a side of Cooper that I had not seen since the night we met. Ruthless. Cruel. It made me wonder was this who he really was. Or was the sweetness he has shown me his true self? It was probably a little bit of both. The silence in the building was deafening. It was a moment before I heard Lucy's soft footsteps in the sand. 

"She is actually gonna do it." I thought to myself in horror, letting out a soft gasp. 

Once they made their way out of the room, Lucy's hands were covered in blood and she had an empty expression on her face. She was clearly traumatized by what she had to do to Roger. Cooper didn't look at me as they made their way past. "Come on, darlin'."

-

It felt like forever since the incident with Roger, but it was hard to forget as his skin hung from Cooper's pack. The three of us hiked in silence, tension had returned to Cooper and me as neither of us knew what to say to the other. Cooper had started coughing some time ago. This filled me with dread, we needed to get him some Jet fast. Let alone, myself. I was getting sicker by the minute as I struggled with the poisoning from the river. My feet dragged in the sand behind Cooper as I struggled to keep up. 

Cooper dipped his canteen into some water pooled in an old barrel. My chest filled with jealousy. I ran out of water some time ago and the lack of food and water was becoming painful. He made eye contact with Lucy as she watched him drink. This wasn't the first time he had teased her about her lack of water. Desperate for a sip, she fell to her knees in front of the water, scooping it into her mouth. 

"Now you're gettin' it." Cooper mused as he watched her. "How does that golden rule jibe with what's goin' through your head right now?" 

"What are you?" Lucy asked angrily.

"Oh I'm you, sweetie, just give it a little time." He responded.

"Because of the radiation poisoning?" I asked, my voice cracking from dehydration.

Cooper turned to me with a serious look on his face, "Not gonna happen to you darlin'."

I gave him a small nod before I squeaked out, "Okay." I trusted him completely. 

As a coughing fit took over the ghoul, Lucy took her chance to make a run for it. I was torn between chasing after her and staying to comfort Cooper. Cooper started waving after her, signaling for me to chase her.

"Hey! Stop!" I yelled as I ran after her.

As we rounded the corner, she stopped to stare at the huge crater in the ground. I ran up next to her as I also marveled at the sight. I had never seen anything like that before. Suddenly, Cooper's lasso secured itself around Lucy's midsection as he pulled her down onto the ground.

"Where you think you're goin'? You ain't goin' nowhere." Cooper said as he stepped over her, leaning down to grab her face.

Lucy immediately responded by biting onto his finger and ripping it off with her teeth.

"Oh my god?!" I gasped out as I ran toward them. "Cooper."

He continued to keep his attention on Lucy. "There you are, you little killer." He said as he lifted her to her feet before grabbing ahold of her matching finger and cutting it off with his knife. "Now that right there is the closest thing to an honest exchange that we've had so far." He pocketed her finger before reaching down to pick up his own. "Here darlin'," He said as he handed me the rope that was tied to Lucy. 

I hesitantly took it as I watched him rummage around in his pack for a small rag to wrap his finger in. 

"You don't hurt, right?" I asked him.

"Don't feel a thing, sugar." He said smiling as he took the rope back from me. 

This exchange seemed to have depleted Lucy's resolve completely as she quietly obeyed from there on out. It wasn't long after that that we reached an old building with the word SuperDuperMart written on it. It was surrounded by a broken-down fence and had some old cars in the front of the building. I was nervous, but Cooper's confidence calmed me as we approached the building.

"Transaction," Cooper said as he pressed on some sort of communication device. He threw his bag into the dirt next to him. He looked tired.

"Yes?" Someone responded.

"Two month's supply of vials. Exchange one female mint condition." He stated before looking over at Lucy's hand, "Near mint condition."

"Condition grading requires physical evaluation. Please send her in." The voice responded, there was something strange about the voice that I couldn't recognize. It almost didn't sound human.

The door to the building buzzes and slowly opens. Lucy watched it with concern evident in her eyes, "What's in there?" She asked.

"You're about to find out," Cooper replies as he cuts the rope that bound her wrists.

"You're selling me?" Lucy asks, a look of disbelief on her face.

Cooper pulls a gun from his hip and cocks it, "You got problems out here too, sweetheart. Best you try your luck behind that door. Go on." He says as he shoves her.

I watch on from behind Cooper as Lucy shuffles her way into the building, giving a nervous look back before she enters.

Once she enters, Cooper deflates. He was obviously putting on a show for her. Pretending he wasn't as sick as he really was. "Y/n?"

"Cooper?" I ask breathlessly.  

Instead of responding, the ghoul collapsed.

"Cooper!" I yell out as I shake him. His eyes are open and he's still awake but for some reason, he was not able to move. 

I pushed the button he was using to communicate with the man inside the building. "He can't wait he needs it now!" Only to get no response. "We will give you another person! A female near mint conditon." I say, describing myself.

Cooper whispered out, "No." I could barely hear him. 

I crouch down next to him and place his hat next to him, "It's my turn to take care of you." I declared, giving him a sad smile. 

I took his gun and tried to shoot the door to break it. I had never used a gun before, so it took me a minute or two to figure out. The glass, however, appeared to be bulletproof. 

"Shit," I mumbled before placing the gun on the ground. 

I then decided to try and pry the door open with no such luck. I run between the cars around us, searching for anything I can use to open the door. In one of them, I find a crowbar. "Yes!" I yell happily as I run back to the door. I wrestled with it for a while before I finally was able to get the crowbar inside, finally, I had some progress. I yelled out in frustration as I tried to open the door. It was the heaviest thing I have ever felt in my life. Moving it just an inch took more strength than I had, especially in my state. 

After a couple minutes of struggling, I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. I looked over at Cooper only to see he hadn't loved an inch. "Cooper?" I call out as I crawl towards him. I sit next to him and gently lift his head onto my lap, rolling him onto his back. "You'll be okay," I say quietly before looking up at the door. I was hoping that soon they would come out to give him the vials he was owed. The silence felt like it had been going on forever when there were suddenly gunshots coming from inside the building. I help Cooper a little closer, afraid and confused. I grabbed his gun again and held it close to my side. 

"I've got you, Coop," I whispered to him.

The building then went silent again. There was a moment before Lucy strolled out the door, covered in blood. 

"Lucy? What happened?" I gasp.

"They were going to harvest my fucking organs!" She yelled angrily as she sauntered over to us. 

I shakily hold up my gun, causing her to stop in her tracks. 

"He doesn't get these, he turns into one of those? That how it works?" She asked, holding up a couple vials. 

I lower the gun and start begging. "Please, Lucy."

She crouches down next to him and contemplates for a moment before saying to Cooper, "I may end up looking like you... but I'll never be like you." Before getting up, she gently puts some vials in my hand. "Golden rule, motherfuckers."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I cry out happily as I start rummaging through Cooper's pockets searching for his inhaler. "I've got you, I've got you.." I kept repeating as I shakily put the vial in the inhaler and hold it up to his mouth. It takes a couple tries, but ultimately, he gets ahold of it and breathed in the contents. I make a happy squeak as he starts to move again. 

He lets out a soft wheeze before saying 'Why the hell would you do that?" 

"What?" I asked him confused.

"You were going to fucking sell yourself? For me?" He states angrily as he sits up to a sitting position. 

"Well-" I start.

"Well, nothing. Never do that again." He shouts as he stands, pulling me up by my collar. The fear on my face softened him as he released my shirt with a sigh, "I ain't worth it, darlin'."

"You are to me," I say quietly. "You are never getting rid of me."

He lets out a small laugh as he smiles wearily, his resolve dimishing. "You are way too good for me, sugar."

"Well too bad, Cooper. You've got me." I say as kiss him on the cheek.

Just as I was pulling away he grabbed hold of my hip "Come here." He says as his lips crash into mine. 

I let out a squeak in surprise before I started to return the kiss. It was sloppy and heated, filled with pent-up emotions. It was everything I wanted.

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[ellxio]

Drabble: you were sleepy and your roommate gave you a "hand" to prevent you from completely dozing off.

It's been hours since you started your activities and assignments! dang these teachers are giving too muchhh, it was making you sleepy asf, you could've played games and write but these fucks js wouldn't let you, would they? your glasses was slowly falling off your nose bridge as your head keeps on bobbing sleepily, you just can't help it! you already consumed 6 cans of caffeine and it was draining you tbh, feeling like you'd die any minute, your roommate knocked! oh gosh, finally someone saved you.

"Yo yn, you good? you look like....shit" the guy said straightforwardly, feeling disappointed and not really feeling on quarrelling your roommate, you just ignored the guy and continued writing on your notebook. Shocked that the guy actually left on his own will and didn't pester you! just when you were about to reach your book on your shelf— an arm pulled you down on someone's lap! seemingly awoken, you whipped your head behind you, you were greeted with a sly smirk

"Oh wow, now your awake?" he asked teasingly as he creeped his arms around your waist "I know what could wake you up fully" he said, pulling the waistband of your shorts while he smiled down at you, hinting what he wants. Thinking that you definitely needed a reliever and alsoo something that could wake you up, so you nodded n pulled down your shorts, with the male smiling in satisfaction and lubing up his cock with spit and spitting on your hole, to at least lube you somehow. As the guy slowly eased you down his cock, you could immediately feel alive and awaken! this guy's cock is big and thick asf, you felt like you're splitting in half!

It's been 3 hours of pure torture! this guy's a total menace, he's been grinding you down on his cock and just when your doing the same, he stops and stills, teasing you "I thought you're studying, bunny?" "c'mon you can do this, doll. Disobey and I'll leave you sleepy and horny" he taunts yet teases your hips, nipples, nape and neck! it was pure hell

Feeling fed up, you passed your glasses on to the teasing male and you grind down harshly on the male's cock and rode him like your life depended on it! awarded with a choked moan! his eyes rolled to the back of his head! it shocked the male but he didn't even complain and just watched you with a fucked out smile, each bounce, was making your gaming chair creek! His grunts and your moans were echoing throughout your room, making out with the whiny roommate and teased him of how he looks so hot and cute asf, it made him snap so he changed your position and continued plowing you on the table, your books and papers are all scattered!

One things for sure tho, your sleepiness was now long gone and instead replaced with horny♡

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Her Best Secret Part 4

1950s Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and R are two married woman having an affair

w/c: 4.9k

Part 1

Warnings: Hetero Sex, Slight Violence, Angst, homophobia

Note: If you don't like angst don't read

Being in love is surreal. It’s nice. It makes you feel alive. The butterflies in your belly never seem to settle. The flowers bloom like never before. The sun shines brighter. Your senses feel heightened with every brush of skin, every lingering glance.

Being in love is what humans are made for. To love is to be loved.

Being in love behind your husband’s back… well, that’s a bit harder to sell.

You wish you could say you never meant for this to happen, but that would be a lie. It was never supposed to be easy. It wasn’t supposed to feel this impossible, either.

Early morning showers were your favorite. They gave you a moment of peace before the house wakes up. A quiet moment before Claire’s cartoons fill the air before Sam’s voice calls your name. Just you, the warm water, and the illusion that everything is simple.

But today, it didn’t feel peaceful. It felt suffocating. The steam clung to your skin; no matter how hard you scrubbed, you couldn’t wash away the guilt. Or the want.

You pressed your forehead against the cool tile, exhaling sharply.

What were you doing?

You already knew the answer. You’dknown it since the first time Natasha kissed you. Since the first time she pulled you into her arms. Since the first time you realized you loved her.

You were thinking with your heart and not your head. You were thinking of yourself without any regard for others. It was a confusing feeling. It should be exciting and thrilling. Which it was. But also scary. It was overwhelming. It was terrifying.

How did this happen? How did you let this happen? You love your husband. You've always loved your husband. And you love your daughter—more than anything.

So how was it possible that you also love her?

How was it possible that you fell in love with a woman you've known for years but never truly met until a few months ago?

Sam made you happy. Sam loved you. Sam married you. He gave you a home and a family.

Natasha makes you happy, too.

God, she makes you so incredibly happy.

Maybe that's why you were terrified. You'd never felt this kind of happiness before—this kind of love.

And the worst part was that it wasn’t a competition. You didn’t love Sam less because of Natasha. And you certainly didn’t love Natasha more because of Sam.

This wasn’t supposed to be hard. This isn't supposed to feel complicated. This wasn’t supposed to tear you apart.

"Hey," Sams's gruff voice startled you as he poked his head into the shower curtain. "Mind if I join you?"

You shook your head.

He stepped inside, and you backed up a few inches to accommodate him. You're standing toe to toe, bare and wet.

The shower wasn’t big enough for the two of you, and he had to keep his arms at his side because if he lifted them, he'd touch you.

It wasn’t the ideal setup. You didn't care before. How close you were to him. You didn't care about silly things like personal space.

Now, everything mattered. Everything felt like a test. Everything felt like a mistake.

He tilted his head to the side and studied your face. His eyes narrowed as he reached forward and grabbed your arm.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

"Nothing," You lied. "I'm just a bit tired. Maybe I'm coming down with something."

"Hmm," He hummed. He reached forward to kiss your forehead. "You feel pretty good to me."

"Thanks, I think."

He chuckled.

"Come here," He wrapped his arms around you.

It was awkward and uncomfortable, but you didn’t push him away. You didn’t tell him to stop.

Because this was Sam. Your Sam. And even though you're in love with Natasha, you're still in love with Sam.

"I love you," He whispered, kissing your lips.

"I love you too," You kissed him back. You know where this is going. You and Sam had sworn off shower sex long ago. It was too slippery and much too dangerous. Standing there with him, though, you couldn't say no in his space. You didn't want to say no. "Sam,"

He pressed his forehead against yours. "I've got you,"

And then he kissed you again.

The shower was forgotten. The guilt and the want were forgotten. The world was forgotten.

There was only Sam and his warm, safe, loving embrace.

It wasn't the shower that washed away the guilt. As he pressed you against the tiles, you allowed yourself to react to his hands. His touch was familiar.

"You're so beautiful," He murmured.

"Yeah?" You questioned as his hands traveled along your body.

He kissed your neck. He sucked the skin, marking you as his own. You moaned.

"Please,"

"Anything,"

You knew the second he was inside you that the guilt would come back. And it did. But then, you could pretend it didn't exist. When he lifted you in his arms to get a better angle, you could imagine a life where nothing had changed.

A life where Natasha had never entered the picture.

A life where things were simple and easy.

But a life like that didn't exist.

You couldn't have both.

"Oh God," He groaned.

"Sam, Sam, Sam," You repeated his name like a prayer.

When he came, so did you. You clung to him. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, your head buried in his neck, your breath hot on his skin. You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes. You were still thinking of her. Still imagining you were in her arms and not his.

"Sam," You sniffled. Quickly adjusting your positions, you dropped your leg so that you were firmly planted on both feet.

"Yeah?" He panted.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

*******

The bell above the diner door jingled as another occupant stepped inside. Wanda crossed her legs, adjusting herself in the booth, trying not to display her discomfort. This place was nothing special - vinyl booths, checkered floors, and the sounds of a tiny boombox playing from the end of the hall. Natasha had been there before and invited her. A cigarette sat between her fingers, untouched but smoldering. She had a way of making herself look relaxed even when she wasn't

"Thanks for inviting me here," Wanda smiled gratefully. "Between the twins and Vision, I don't get out much."

Natasha smirked, tapping the cigarette against the ashtray. "Figured you could use a break. Motherhood’s a hell of a thing, ain't it?"

Wanda exhaled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It is. Rewarding, but exhausting." She tilted her head slightly. "Still… doesn’t seem like you to call me out for something like this."

The waitress approached, setting down a steaming cup of coffee before Wanda and refilling Natasha’s without asking. She gave the redhead a polite smile—one Natasha didn’t return.

"That so?" Natasha murmured once they were alone again.

Wanda blew on her coffee, observing Natasha over the rim. "Yeah. It is."

Natasha finally took a sip of her coffee, leaning back against the booth, her free arm stretched along the seat. "Can’t a girl just want some company?"

"Of course," Wanda shrugged. "I didn't mean to assume. It's just that you and y/n are usually attached to the hip. We've never truly hung out alone. Not in ages."

"We used to."

"Right, right. I remember. Those were the days, huh? We had some good times together."

Natasha nodded slowly. "We did. Things were simple back then. Easy."

"Are they not easy now?" Wanda raised a brow.

"You're a loyal friend," Natasha guessed.

"To a fault, yes," Wanda nodded.

"So loyal that you haven't brought up what you saw or heard even to me."

Wanda stiffened, fingers tightening ever so slightly around her coffee cup. She held Natasha’s gaze, searching for any sign of playfulness, but found none.

"Should I have?" Wanda asked carefully.

Natasha shrugged, tapping ash from her cigarette. "Most would’ve."

"I'm not most people," Wanda said plainly.

"No," Natasha agreed, studying her. "You're not."

Silence stretched between them, tense and unspoken.

"You gonna tell me what you want me to say?" Wanda finally asked.

Natasha smirked, but there was something tired in it. "A confession, a scolding, a warning—take your pick."

Wanda sighed, setting her cup down. "You love her." Her voice lowered.

It wasn’t a question.

Natasha inhaled slowly, flicking her cigarette against the ashtray again. "Yeah."

"You’re playing with fire," Wanda warned.

Natasha finally looked away, exhaling smoke through her nose. "I know."

Wanda hesitated, glancing toward the door as if checking for prying eyes. "Steve and Sam don’t know."

"Not yet," Natasha murmured.

"But they will," Wanda said. "Secrets don’t stay buried forever, not in this town."

Natasha hummed in agreement but didn’t offer anything more.

Wanda shook her head. "And when they do, you think you can handle the fallout?"

Natasha turned back to her, a small, almost wistful smile on her lips. "Doesn’t matter. Damage is already done."

"She's a woman," Wanda began, but she couldn't find the words. This was Ohio in the 1950s.

Natasha leaned forward, stubbing her cigarette out. "Don’t,"

Wanda sighed, rubbing her forehead. "You can't expect this to be a secret forever. You have families. There's a child involved."

"I'm aware."

"So you're prepared? For whatever comes next?"

Natasha swallowed thickly.

Wanda watched her, a deep sadness settling over her. She didn't have the words. What could she say that would make things easier? What could she say that wouldn't make things more complicated?

"I'm sorry."

Natasha closed her eyes briefly. "It's not your fault. Just promise me you won't say anything?"

Wanda looked down, tracing the handle of her cup. "You have my word."

"Thank you," Natasha's voice cracked.

She couldn't bear to say anything else.

Not here.

Not now.

******

Steve never minded running errands. He enjoyed getting things done and checking items off a lengthy task list. Natasha always had something waiting for him whenever he got too busy with work. He’d be apologetic and get to it whenever he could. It was usually simple stuff—mowing the lawn and cleaning out the garage—nothing out of the ordinary.

This time, it was the car. Buddy’s Auto Shop had been expecting it for a tune-up. He was almost out the door when he remembered something. Weeks ago, Natasha mentioned her wedding ring needed resizing. He figured he’d swing by the jeweler while he waited for the car.

Keys in hand, he pivoted and headed upstairs to their bedroom. Her perfume still lingered in the air. He liked that. Doing something nice for her, even small, made him feel good.

He checked her nightstand first. Nothing. Then, the vanity. He never really went through her things, so he wasn’t sure where to look. The dresser drawer stuck slightly when he pulled it open. Inside, the usual clutter—loose change, an old receipt, a tube of lipstick rolling in the corner. No ring.

His fingers brushed against something different—a small, leather-bound book. The spine was worn and creased from being handled often. He picked it up, wondering if the ring had fallen underneath, but his attention snagged on a photo slipping from between the pages.

Huh.

Their wedding picture. He always liked that one. Maybe she was making some kind of scrapbook? Natasha wasn’t sentimental, but she always found new ways to surprise him.

He almost put the book back. Almost.

But curiosity got the best of him.

Just one page.

His thumb flipped it open to the bookmarked section. The first line hit like a punch to the gut.

"I never meant to fall in love with her. I never meant for us to be this close. Her smell. Her eyes. Her touch. When she looks at me like that, I forget the life I built before. I forget my name."

Steve’s grip tightened around the pages. His eyes scanned for a name, some clue, anything that told him this wasn’t what it seemed.

But there was nothing.

Just Natasha. And someone who wasn’t him.

The book hit the vanity with a thud. His breath felt too heavy, too loud in the room's quiet. He ran a hand down his face.

Natasha was in love.

And not with him.

*****

Steve paced the length of the bedroom, back and forth, for what felt like forever. His mind was a whirlwind of scenarios, each worse than the last. Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe this was something Natasha was writing—fiction, not a confession. None of it was real. It couldn’t be. Because if it was, then he was a fool. The faithful husband hoped his wife wasn’t stepping out on him.

His jaw clenched as he ran through the possibilities. Who could it be? It had to be someone he knew. Natasha didn’t talk to strangers easily. That was one of the things he always admired about her—her ability to keep a close-knit circle despite being distant. But had that distance been because of him? Had she grown tired of his late nights, his unwavering predictability?

Steve forced himself to reason. He went over names.

Diane from three doors down? No.

Wanda Maximoff? No, not her type.

Not that he even knew what Natasha’s type was regarding women.

Then, his stomach twisted.

You.

His fingers trembled as he opened the book again, flipping through pages, scanning for confirmation. There was no name. Not once did Natasha write your name. But the descriptions are so vivid and specific. He knew.

It all made sense.

His grip tightened around the book before he snapped it shut. His anger burned white-hot beneath his skin, but he refused to let it take over. He needed to think and be smart about this.

So, he made two phone calls.

One to you.

And one to Natasha.

He needed answers. Now.

*******

“Mama, a worm!” Claire said excitedly, stepping barefoot through the garden. Her little toes were practically covered in dirt as she explored, utterly unbothered by the mess.

You were absentmindedly pulling weeds from your flower bed when she toddled over, holding up the squirming creature with pride.

“Oh, dear, please put that down,” you said, scrunching your nose. It wasn’t genuine annoyance—just amazement at how fearless she was.

“Hey, how about some lemonade?” Sam called from the porch. “And maybe those sandwiches you like? I can try my hand at it.”

“Oh, I would love sandwiches, Daddy,” Claire lisped, clutching the worm. “See?”

Sam chuckled as he made his way down the steps. “Always an adventurer,” he mused, crouching next to her. “Are you scaring your Mama with those things?”

Claire giggled, wiggling her toes in the dirt.

You wiped your hands on your shorts, shaking your head with a small smile. “She’s fearless, that’s for sure.”

Claire beamed, utterly unaware of the slight wriggle of the worm in her grasp. “It tickles!” she giggled, watching it squirm.

Sam laughed, stepping off the porch and walking toward the two of you. He bent down, ruffling Claire’s hair. “Alright, kiddo. How about we let Mr. Worm go back to his family?”

Claire pouted, but after a moment, she carefully placed the worm back into the soil. “Bye, Mr. Worm,” she whispered before returning to Sam. “Can we still have sandwiches?”

“Of course,” Sam grinned. “I’m about to make the best sandwiches you’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, standing up and dusting off your knees. “That’s a bold statement.”

Sam smirked. “You doubt my skills?”

“I’ve seen you burn toast, Sam.”

Claire giggled, clinging to his leg. “Daddy, don’t burn the sandwiches!”

“Okay, okay,” Sam threw his hands up in surrender. “No burnt sandwiches, I promise.”

You chuckled, kissing Claire’s forehead before glancing up at Sam. “I’ll come help you. Just to make sure we don’t end up with a disaster.”

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Wow. No faith in me at all.”

You shrugged playfully. “Not when it comes to cooking.”

Claire ran ahead toward the house, already excited for lunch, and you followed to grab her arms quickly.

"You are not stepping on my clean floors with those feet, Missy," You shook your head. "Nuh-uh, I'm going to hose you down right out back."

"Mama, no!" She protested, laughing as you scooped her into your arms.

"Mama, yes," You grinned, carrying her to the hose. "You're lucky I'm not washing you with a bar of soap, little girl."

"I don't smell that bad!"

"Oh yeah?" You challenged, putting her down. "How about you give me a big hug and a kiss, and I can be the judge of that?" Claire fell into your arms, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek. 

"I'll get started on the sandwiches," Sam didn't linger. He was hungry, too.

"Good idea," You winked. You reached for the hose, turning it into a gentle spray, and directed it towards her toes.

"Mama!" Claire cried as the cool water splashed against her feet. "it's cold." She shivered.

"I'm sorry, kitten, it's just for a second," You cooed. "Just a quick wash."

You hosed her feet, cleaning the dirt off her little toes. In the distance, you could hear the phone ring.

"Sam?" You called.

"Got it," He yelled back.

"Now, who could be calling us on a Saturday afternoon?" You mainly said to yourself.

"Maybe it's Grandma Joyce," Claire shrugged. "She likes to talk."

"That she does," You laughed, grabbing the towel. "Maybe wear shoes next time you decide to explore, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You kissed her nose.

You carried Claire into the house, kissing her cheeks and making her giggle. Her little arms wrapped around your neck, clinging to you as you stepped inside.

As you crossed the threshold, you saw Sam hanging up the house phone. The old rotary dial clicked as it settled back into place.

“Who was that?” you asked, shifting Claire in your arms.

Sam glanced up, his easygoing expression slightly strained. “No one important.”

He turned to the counter, focusing on the sandwiches, but there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before.

Claire wiggled in your hold. “Can I help, Daddy?”

Sam smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How about you play in your room for a bit, sweetheart? I’ll call you when lunch is ready.”

Claire pouted. “But I wanna help.”

“I know, peanut,” Sam said, ruffling her damp curls. “But Mama and I need to talk for a minute. Just grown-up stuff.”

You watched as Claire’s little face scrunched up in protest, but Sam had a way of persuading her. “Tell you what,” he said, crouching to her level. “You pick out a book, and we’ll read it together after lunch. Even the long ones.”

Claire considered this, then nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”

She kissed you quickly on the cheek before scampering off down the hall, her bare feet pattering against the wooden floor.

When she was out of sight, you turned to Sam, crossing your arms. “Alright. What’s going on?”

He let out a slow breath, wiping his hands on a dish towel before finally meeting your gaze. There was something different in his eyes—something guarded.

"Six years together, and I thought I knew everything about you," He said.

"What?"

"Why?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." You shook your head.

"Tell me now!" He asked again, slamming his hand on the counter. "The truth, goddamnit."

"Sam, I swear I-"

"You've been seeing someone," He interrupted. "For months. A woman."

You felt the blood drain from your face. Your knees felt weak. This was the end, wasn't it?

"Sam,"

"Answer me!"

"I..."

He closed his eyes briefly, then nodded. "That's it, huh? You can't even deny it."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "You've had that woman here under my nose for months, and you're sorry?"

"Sam,"

"What could she possibly have given you that I haven't?" He demanded, stepping forward. "What has she done for you that I haven't?"

"Please," You took a step back.

"Is it the sex? Is that what's got you going?" He stepped closer to you. "Or are you so stupid to ruin your life for no reason?"

"Sam, stop."

"Or is it something else? Are you in love with her?" He pressed. "Tell me now." His voice was louder, making you jump.

"Sam," You repeated, swallowing thickly.

"You have a daughter," He reminded. "We have a daughter."

"Sam, I know, but if you'd just let me-"

"There's nothing you can say," He shouted. He was getting angrier by the minute. You'd never seen him so angry. "She's been in our home. Our fucking home. She's been watching Claire. She's been touching our daughter. Infecting you. Breaking what we have apart. Did you think about that when you were fucking her?"

"I-" You choked, tears forming in your eyes. "Don't say that."

"What? The truth? That's what's happening, isn't it?" He stepped closer, but you didn’t even realize your back was against the counter. "You're fucking her."

"Don't touch me," You slapped his hand away when he reached for you.

"I can't believe you." He was shaking his head.

"Please, just calm down,"

"Calm down?" He scoffed, grabbing your arm. "How can I calm down when you're being so reckless, huh? Do you have any idea what you've done? I knew I shouldn't have moved you here. I should have listened to my parents."

"You knew this was coming."

"I knew I should've married someone more like Diane."

You tried to pull away, but he held onto you. "Stop. Don't say that. I'm not a mistake. Sam, just talk to me."

"Talk? You want to talk?" He asked, backing away from you before swiping his hand across the table. The plate clattered to the floor, shattering.

"Sam, don't,"

"Shut up," He snapped. Another bout of anger has him almost in your face again.

"Sam, Claire's here," You told him brokenly. "She's here and doesn't need to see you like this."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Sam, please."

"This is your fault, y/n," He growled. "You did this. You're the one who wanted to move here. You're the one who has been sleeping around. You're the one who's fucking a woman."

"Sam, enough," You pleaded.

"God, I just..." He breathed. "I'm leaving."

"What? Sam?" You followed him to the foyer, where he grabbed his jacket and keys.

"I can't be here right now. I can't look at you."

"Sam, please. Don't do this. It's not what you think."

"What's it then? You've been lying to me," He accused. "You're fucking someone."

"It's not like that," You shook your head. You couldn't believe you had to plead your case.

"It's exactly like that. You're sleeping with a woman,"

"I didn't plan for it to happen."

"You never think, y/n," He sneered, shaking his head. "Always doing whatever the fuck you want. I bet that's why she's with you."

"She loves me,"

"I love you." He shouted louder this time. "That doesn't matter to you. Don't wait up for me. I can't even look at you right now."

"Sam," You reached for his arm, and he shrugged you off.

"Get away from me," He said lowly. "If you think I'm going to let my daughter be around this shit, you're dead wrong. Don't come after me."

"Sam," You tried again.

His shove wasn’t hard—just enough to create distance—but the way you stumbled and the sharp gasp that left your lips was enough to snap something in him. His rage flickered, replaced by something unreadable, something almost haunted.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said again, softer this time like he was more afraid of his own words than you were.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, breath caught in your throat.

He shook his head, something breaking in his expression. “I’m leaving. Stay the fuck away from me.”

The door slammed behind him.

And just like that, everything was ruined.

Your marriage.

Your family.

Everything.

You sank to the floor. Numb. No tears came, not because you didn’t want to cry, but because you didn’t know how. The exhaustion, the weight of it all, crushed your chest, leaving you hollow.

This was the end, wasn’t it?

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

What had you done?

“Mama?” Claire’s small voice carried from the steps. “Can I come down?”

You didn’t answer.

“Mama?” she asked again, hesitant this time.

You forced yourself to lift your hand, patting the floor beside you. “Come here.”

Claire ran over, climbing into your lap without hesitation. She curled into you, warm and trusting, her arms wrapping around your middle.

“Where’s Daddy?” she asked, tilting her head to look at you.

Your throat tightened. “Daddy’s…” The words wouldn’t come.

“Is he coming back?” Her voice was so small, so full of unshaken faith.

You swallowed hard. “He’s… not feeling well.”

Claire frowned. “Is he sick?”

“No,” you whispered, stroking her curls. “Just a bad day. A really bad day.”

*********

Natasha entered the front door, dropping her keys onto the entryway table. The brunch with Wanda was nice until the call came.

Steve’s voice had been calm. Too calm. Come home.

Now, standing in the living room, her stomach dropped.

Two bags sat by the door, neatly packed.

She furrowed her brows. “You going on another fishing trip?”

Steve shook his head. “They’re for you.”

Natasha’s stomach twisted. “What?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for something on the coffee table. The moment she saw it, her pulse stuttered.

The diary.

"You went through my things?"Natasha’s jaw tightened. Anger flared, hot and immediate,

"Don't." He said firmly, holding the book in his hand.

"Why do you have this?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Steve,"

"Answer the question," Steve interrupted. "I have a right to know, especially since you've been keeping it a secret from me. For months."

"You went through my things."

"And what you wrote," He ignored her. "You know the things you write what you've been feeling. How long?"

Natasha clenched her fists. "Steve, this isn't the right time for this conversation."

"There is no better time than the present," He snapped. "I can't believe I've been so blind. I knew you were hiding something, but this? I was going through your things to get your ring resized. You know the one you haven't worn in months?"

"Steve, you don't understand," She pleaded.

"Don't understand what, huh?" He challenged. "That you've fallen for someone else? That you've been having an affair?"

"I never meant to fall for her," Natasha said, looking at him.

"What difference does that make, huh?" He raised his voice. "You did it anyway."

“Save whatever explanation you’ve got,” he said evenly. “I already called Sam.”

Her breath hitched. Sam. You. Claire.

Fear clawed at her throat. “Steve, tell me you didn't call him-"

"I did," Steve interrupted. "Because he deserves to know."

Natasha bit her lip.

"How long has this been going on?"

She remained silent.

"Tell me how long," Steve repeated.

"Long enough," She finally admitted. "Six months."

Steve's expression hardened.

"How could you?" He said in a low voice. "How could you do this to me?"

Natasha took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

Steve clenched his jaw. "That doesn't mean shit."

"Steve,"

"No," he interrupted. "Do you know what this means? Not only are you fucking someone, but it's a woman. I'm not even worth your respect. You don't respect me as a husband."

"That's not true," She said, stepping forward.

"Really?" He scoffed. "How else would you explain this? How would you explain the fact that you've been cheating on me for God knows how long if you're telling me the truth."

"Steve," Natasha breathed. "I didn't mean for it to happen like this. For you to find out like this."

"Oh, were you going to sit us down for dinner and have a conversation? I don't fucking think so."

"Steve,"

"What?"

"Let's talk," She insisted. "Not like this. Just let me-"

"There's nothing to talk about." He interrupted. "We're done."

Natasha felt like the ground was falling out from under her. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

"I booked you a room," Steve continued. "At the inn. I won't be there."

"Steve, please," Natasha said, a tear running down her cheek. "Don't do this."

"Take your bags," he said firmly. "I'm not letting you stay here a second longer."

"Steve, this is my house too."

"Was," he corrected. "Your bags are packed. Take them and leave."

"You can't do this," Natasha shook her head. "I can't."

"You can and you will," he replied.

"I won't."

"Fine," He said. "You can sleep in the car. I'm not changing my mind."

"Steve," Natasha said. "I love her. You have to understand."

"You're a fucking liar," Steve spat. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have cheated on me."

"You don't understand."

"Then explain it," Steve said, his jaw tight. "Tell me what I'm supposed to understand. Tell me why the woman who I've spent my life with, the woman I've committed to, has betrayed me."

"She makes me happy,"

"So do I,"

"Steve, it's not like that,"

"How's it like then?" He asked. "If you've fallen in love with someone, how the fuck am I supposed to compare?"

"She's-"

"Enough," Steve shook his head. "Get the hell out."

Natasha's shoulders dropped.

What had she done?

next part

[ersharyzst]

the prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

This is open for all by the way, I'll be linking the invitation and the fic.

"Is this how it's supposed to look like?" I asked Xavier who was also looking at the coffee table we are assembling.

"It looks like it." He said and I slowly turned my head at him and sighed. "Let's test this table now. Put a water bottle on the it."

He did what I asked and I only blinked for a second before the whole thing went collapsing. We both groaned in annoyance.

"We spent the whole morning doing this. Dang it. I'm hungry." Xavier nodded and grabbed his wallet along with my hand.

"Yeah, we should definitely eat something now. What time is it anyway." Xavier said as he checked the time and he looked at me sheepishly. "It's already past 12."

We were walking to a bakery near our apartment while we are talking about our work at the hunter's association.

"That wanderer was really tricky but my team managed to take it down so woohoo." I laughed a little and Xavier opened the door for me like a gentleman he is.

There wasn't a lot of people inside the bakery. So ordering for our food was really quick. Xavier's arms is wrapped around my shoulders while we choose some croissants, macarons, garlic bread and iced coffee.

The bell on the bakery rang and I smiled at the attendant taking our order. I turned around to find Xavier and I's seat but I was shocked to see Zayne behind me.

"Doctor Zayne." I exclaimed in shock.

"It is nice to see you here, Yesha." I can almost hear the cold edge teetering in his voice. Is he... mad? Zayne cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Why don't you introduce me to your companion?" Zayne asked.

"Ahh, yes of course. I don't think I have introduced him to you yet. Doctor Zayne this Xavier, my coworker and my friend. Xav, this is my primary care physician, Zayne." I saw Zayne's eyes twitch a little before returning back into his stern face.

"Nice to meet you, Xavier. She's talked about you a lot. I'm glad to finally meet you in flesh." They both shaked hands.

"Well, how about we all share a table. Are you dining here, Zayne?" I asked and he nodded once. "Yes, I'm on my lunch break right now."

"Great. Xavier and I will find a seat."

It did not take us long before we found a seat near the window. The sun isn't as blaring as it would be and it feels so nice on the skin.

Zayne came to the table with our orders and he sat on the opposite of mine and Xavier's seat.

The time passed by like a blur and we talked about anything under the sun. Well—Xavier and I, of course—I tried to make Zayne engage with us but his response was precise and he just nods. Our lunch was finished in less than an hour.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Doctor Zayne. I've heard lots about you and I'm glad to finally meet you. I don't want to be rude, but I need to go now." Xavier said and he stood up, grabbing all his stuff.

"What? Why? What happened? Is there an emergency? A wandere?" I asked already preparing myself to fight.

"Okay, darling. Calm down. Jeremiah just needs my help on Philo. I'll be back before midnight." I nodded and I shooed him away. "Oh? Is that so? Then what are you waiting for? Get the heck out of here." Xavier laughed softly as he went out of the café.

Once Zayne and I are the only ones left in the table, I fiddled with my hands before looking at him. "Sooooo, uhm, let's go?"

Zayne nodded once again before pulling my hands gently yet his hold on me is firm. He dragged me to his car parked on the other side of the street and hugged me really tightly.

"Your friend was rather clingy." I felt him stroke my hair. "It's just how he is." I replied softly.

"He called you darling. And you haven't been answering my texts since morning." I gently pulled away and I looked at my phone.

"Oh, Zaynie. I'm so sorry. We were so busy fixing that wretched coffee table I didn't know." I bit my lips guiltily.

"And you introduced me to him as your physician. Not even a childhood friend." I pressed my lips together after he said that. I could feel the accusing undertone he laced his words with.

"Well, I mean... You are technically my primary care physician..." Zayne gave me a glare before sighing. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just didn't want people to able to spread lies about you."

Zayne massaged the bridge of his nose and patted my forehead. "I already missed years without you by my side because of my solitude. I do not want to lose you now, Yesha. Other people are the least of my concern at this moment."

I looked up at him with my teary eyes and I gave him a tight hug. "I'm sorry for denying you, Zayne." Zayne chuckled and he cupped my face before wiping the traitorous tears on my face.

"Maybe I'm just jealous but could you please refrain from being handsy with your friend, Xavier? It makes me want to encapsulate him in an ice block. And that's so rude." I laughed before kissing his cheeks. "Yes, Zaynie"

Author's note: This is my first fic that I posted here and I hoped I did well. I also think this is kind of ooc because it's a self insert but I hope it's still good. I just let my hands do whatever my brain wants and here it is. Thank you for reading this and thank you for the invitation, nikaaaaa.

tagging @jinwoosbabyboo.

[aryaryxoxo]

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I'm fucked, aren't I? #soshiro hoshina x lara jean coded!reader ⤷ Sure, why not add accidentally losing the love letters you wrote for your VICE CAPTAIN to the list of the dumb shit you did this year...Why did I even write it in the first place, you pondered. You knew why…writing helps you let loose your overflowing feelings for the vice-captain. But maybe—pray to God. Whoever has the used—to—be—chocolate—now—letter storage tin threw it in the trash you wished DING!

Of course not, I’m fucked—aren’t I?

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before the disaster

After gathering his things, Soshiro made his way out of his room. He passed a few soldiers along the way, exchanging brief greetings. 

When he reached the captain's room, he paused in front of the door and knocked twice before pushing it open at Mina’s call. “It’s open.”

Soshiro stepped inside, a small smile tugging at his lips as the door swung shut behind him. “Sup, Captain. They already enforcing new protocols?” Soshiro grinned, leaning against the doorframe.

Mina stood behind her desk, eyes scanning the papers scattered across it. She sighed, shaking her head. “You know them. Once a new Kaiju appears, they’re all about creating new protocols.” 

Soshiro approached her desk, both of them now deep in discussion, analyzing how to adapt to the new protocol. The conversation was focused and practical, as they worked through the changes.

Suddenly, Mina glanced up from the papers. “Could you pass me a cup of water from the table near the door?” 

Soshiro nodded and made his way toward the table. That’s when he noticed something new—and a little odd—a chocolate tin can. Its design features a polar bear, a koala, and a parrot, all happily eating the chocolate. It stood out in Mina’s office, drawing his attention for a moment. 

As he stared at it, he started to recognize the brand. It’s ChocoWorld. Oh, he used to love this when he was a kid. I didn’t know they still sell this, he thought to himself, a hint of nostalgia creeping in.

“I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth, Cap,” Soshiro remarked with a grin as he returned with the cup of water and the chocolate tin can. He handed the cup to Mina, then placed the can down on the desk. The bright colors of the tin can contrast against the white papers scattered across the desk.

“Oh, that’s not mine,” Mina started to say, but before she could finish, Soshiro had already popped open the lid. What greeted him wasn’t the mouth-watering chocolate he expected, but… letters?

“Dang it, I got bamboozled again,” Soshiro muttered, staring at the letters in disbelief. He remembered the times when he'd thought he was getting chocolate, only to be met by sewing kits instead. 

“I found it in the third-floor communal bathroom,” Mina replied. 

Soshiro didn’t want to pry further, but something inside him just wanted to. Just a little. So, against his better judgment, he grabbed one of the letters and checked to see if it was signed. To his horror… or maybe just confusion, he saw his name.

“Who is it?” Mina asked, noticing the sudden quietness and the change in Soshiro’s expression. Soshiro turned the letters toward her. Mina, setting down her water, grabbed the letter and read the name. Mina was a composed person, leading the third division with grace, but even she was taken aback.

“Are all of them for you?” Mina asked, her brow furrowing as she glanced at the pile of envelopes inside the can.

Soshiro looked further into the pile of envelopes... all of them addressed to him. He should probably be creeped out by whatever this was, but instead, he found it strangely interesting.

“It’s from... Ami? Do you know any Ami, perchance?” Soshiro asked, looking up at the captain, his tone mixed with curiosity.

Mina paused for a moment, her gaze steady as she processed the question. She stood by her desk, her fingers lightly tapping the surface as she considered the situation. “Since the can was found in this building, only those with access could have entered. And as far as I’m aware, there is no first or last name of Ami in this building.” Her voice remained calm.

Soshiro, without missing a beat, picked up one of the envelopes and tore it open. Mina blinked, taken aback by his sudden action.

“What are you doing?” Mina suddenly asked, her voice steady but with a hint of surprise.

“It’s addressed to me, so, I can read it,” Soshiro replied with a shrug, emphasizing the "so" by drawing it out longer, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Dear Soshiro Hoshina, I saw your fight with Kaiju No. 10, and it was the best fight I’ve seen so far (but nothing surpasses Captain Mina, of course). You are truly amazing. I wish I had the courage and confidence to kill a Kaiju bigger than buildings with just a sword.  Did you know my father actually taught me how to fight with a sword? He was my number one idol... and second was you.  Watching you fight reminds me so much of him, strong, fearless, and unshakable. I wasn’t allowed to use a sword. They said it was outdated and it wasn't meant for someone like me.  But even so, seeing you out there made me believe that maybe, in another life, I could be brave too.  Thank you for showing me that courage isn’t about the weapon you hold,  it’s about the heart you carry. Sincerely, Ami

After reading the letter — and then reading it again, slower this time — Soshiro could only mutter under his breath,

“There’s another sword wielder out there.”

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a/n — omgomgomg second chapter ! i have so many plans for this smauuuu, fun fact I was planning on adding a character who claims they wrote the letters, but that's too messyyy and I hate when there's unnecessary miscommunication and third wheel trope (don't get me wrong, I love miscommunication, like "what letters" ajsad GOSHH but you know) BUT there's going to be a new character , not a bitchy one...one that may— , nah I'm not gonna spoil it hehehe

taglist — @vaida-talks-about-everything 

Warnings — grammatical errors; timeline is weird, pls ignore it. I’m new to the fandom, hence there are chance of misrepresentation, my apologizes.