#hope you enjoy this horrible quality offering

[hellverse]

[rosemary-bells]

[chrollohearttags]

escape to paradise • e. jaeger: part one

spoiling your husband for his special day turns into a surprise, he’ll soon never forget

themes + things: musician x influencer au, slight angst at the beginning, mentions of illness and death, lots of humor and fluff, eren being a grouch about his birthday, soft but disgusting smut, equal parts porn and plot, alcohol and drug use, aphrodisiacs, consensual groping, handjob, oral sex (m. receiving), riding/reverse cowgirl, many other things

word count: 5.9K

I’m a few days late on this but honestly, it really does not matter. I’m not going to abandon another wip bc I ‘didn’t make it on time’. Besides, this site is lacking serious depth in its fics and I’m just so proud of this one. It’s going to be two parts just bc keep reading lines + anything that’s not a one liner post with ten men's names attached seems to scare the girls. Also, I feel as though I haven't written anything this lengthy or for my fav ship in a very long time so forgive me if the quality is not as great as others, I’m getting my bearings back and I hope that y’all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Birthdays. A momentous occasion for many..often dubbed as ‘another trip around the sun’, they find themselves grateful to be growing old in a world where it’s not guaranteed you’ll see the next day. Some choose to celebrate with extravagant parties and lavish gifts, others prefer a casual kickback with loved ones and a grocery store cake. It doesn’t matter as long as you do something to mark the occasion…however, for others …

“Yeah, just come by later. I can take a look at it after I finish up this other job—yeah yeah, for sure, dude. I got you—“

it was another day on the calendar! That sentiment rang true for the man who had been spending his past seven years holed up inside of a studio on his special day. EJ The Don, just as infamous for his anti-social, despondent behavior as he was for his amazing music, harbored absolutely no desire to be in some crowded club or party, surrounded by people who couldn’t give a shit less about him or his well-being the other three hundred sixty four days of the year. He was adamant on doing one thing and that was being left the hell alone. But even for his wife, (y/n) (l/n), who often mirrored his beliefs in terms of dealing with the public, was determined to make his day one to remember, whether anyone else was involved or not. However, the only person standing in the way of Eren’s relaxation and free time…was Eren himself! You were currently on your way to bring him some dinner you had made, in an effort to not only allow him a sabbatical but to ease the impending conversation that had been plaguing your mind onto him. You had finished up filming and editing some content in your own office not too long ago and was ready to call it a night. Sadly, the concept of rest didn’t quite register with your husband. He was a workaholic, through and through..hence why you were about to offer him a proposal and hoped that he didn’t refuse. Shifting the warm plate of homemade mashed potatoes, steak and lots of steamed broccoli into your opposite hand, you’d leave two faint knocks against the door.

“Can I come in?…”

the question seemed to startle the musician a bit as you heard him shuffling around and trying to lower the volume on his phone. He’d stutter a bit and ask that you give him just a minute. The whole thing seemed rather suspicious and make no mistake, you trusted your husband wholeheartedly but he was by the far, the most horrible liar you’ve ever met! A majority of women would jump to the conclusion of infidelity if placed into this exact scenario. They’d see it as a blatant phone call to a mistress or something related…that he had something to hide. But you? That was the furthest thing from your mind. It honestly was never even a worry of yours. He constantly reminded you of the fact that he was blessed enough to even bag you, he damn sure wasn’t going to test his luck and lose you by stepping outside of marriage and for someone like him, cheating took entirely too much work! Instead, you knew exactly what was going on and although, the severity was nowhere near that of another woman on his line, you were still angry nonetheless…finally, he’d give you permission to enter and once he did, you were met with that very toothy, shit-eating grin that he loved to feed you, along with a nervous cackle when he was doing something wrong. You could read his ass like a book!..

“H-hey princess. Don’t you look beautiful tonight—“

standing before him in an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts and a silk bonnet atop your head, (y/n) placed a hand on your hip whilst brandishing his food in the other. He could immediately sense the trouble he was in and decided to face you fully; spinning his chair around. He had no other option that to face the scolding that awaited him.

“Don’t ‘hey, princess’ me, Eren Michael. You know good and damn well you shouldn’t be up here this late. It’s almost midnight, you haven’t eaten anything since this morning and I heard your lil’ phone call. You just accepted another job, didn’t you..didn't you?!”

the reaction may have seemed a bit drastic and maybe you were being dramatic about the whole situation but for valid reason! Truth be told, he had no reason to be working so late into the night…his major projects and songs were completed for the time being so he could afford a break. Secondly, he shouldn’t have even been accepting outside work…especially considering what had transpired less than three weeks ago. He didn’t have a leg to stand on, that much was apparent and the last thing he wanted to do was go tit for tat with you at the moment. That was unless he wanted a tongue lashing out of this world and to be sleeping in the guest room for the next month. He wasn’t going to risk it but in true Eren fashion, he had to make an argument somehow..

“So what if I did? Babe, it’s just a small favor..it’ll take me less than an hour to do this and then I’m seated for the rest of the weekend. I can’t just not work..shit, still got bills to pay.”

nonchalantly declaring as he turned back to his computer, clicking away at the keys. Meanwhile, you’d take a seat next to him and place his food down also. Your intention was to never halt Eren from making his money or working. The two of you agreed that neither of you would ever stand in the way of one another’s careers or financial opportunities. They were something each of you had agreed upon that would remain sacred. However, when said ‘financial opportunities’ had caused quite a commotion in the household and it wasn’t just some minor incident, it was one that quite literally nearly turned your world upside down. All in a matter of minutes…

“...and what’s more important? Work or your own health?..because you seem to value it a lot more.. ” as you spoke the words into the air, you’d begin to choke up also. It was then that you’d replay the events from earlier in the month that made you nearly lose all control and every shred of your sanity..

flashback: two weeks ago…

“..911, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes! My name is (y/n) (l/n)..address is 9432 South Pointe…”

it was a call that you never hoped to have to have to make in your life. All too well had you known the horrors of having to cart a loved one off to the hospital via an ambulance after a terrible health scare and you never wanted to experience that again. But alas, here you were… frantically pacing the kitchen floor of your three story home, clutching your phone as you spoke with operators to dish out the reason for your call. (Y/N) had just returned from your routine morning run with you and Eren’s two dogs. It was something you’d do every single day as part of your workout regime. Not to mention, it gave you quality time with your fur babies. It was also a ritual that Eren would join you in and you guys would circle the spacey area; being as if you had no neighbors, with leashes in one hand as you jogged alongside one another. For one reason or another, Eren decided to hang back, saying that he was going to pass on the run. But would instead, have breakfast ready for you two once you got back. You didn’t think much into it, considering the fact that he had been working late into the night and more than likely needed some extra rest. However, you couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion gnawing away at your conscience.

‘I’m fine, princess. You go ahead, just be careful, okay?’

you guys agreed it’d be best to shorten your route whilst you were alone. Although, any would be assailants, hoping for an easy target would not only be met with the bloodthirsty wrath of two very protective pit bulls, that would tear them from limb to limb…but a woman who loved to fight and could do so very well. Not to mention, you never left home without some form of protection on your persons. Needless to say, you didn’t have any reservations about going out with your lonesome. Little did you know though…the true threat was waiting back home. Because it wasn’t a full ten minutes into your run did both Chino and Chanel begin alerting back to the house..they refused to go any further and instead, tugged at their leashes to go back. You were confused but your babies never led you astray.

“What’s wrong y’all? Do y’all wanna eat—“

That’s when you made the discovery…an unconscious Eren, lying on the kitchen floor! He was out cold, no signs of a break in, struggle or even a crime at all. It was odd. He was clutching his phone and when you turned it over, it was set to call you. You had not the slightest idea what had happened but the only thing you were concerned with was getting him the proper help. After answering a series of questions to the best of your knowledge, the kind and very helpful dispatcher informed you that an ambulance was on its way along with a police car, just in case. They arrived in only minutes and although that was something you certainly wasn’t used to in your early life, you were thankful. When they got there, they checked him over and by the grace of the heavens alone, he still had a very strong pulse but he was out cold. Unresponsive by sound but would faintly squeeze fingers..it was one of the better scenarios but still frightening nonetheless. The cops asked if anything suspicious happened and you told them that you’d only gone for a walk when your dogs kept pulling you back and that’s when you saw your husband. They determined that there was nothing criminal taking place and soon, left without incident. Only sending well wishes to Eren.

but now, you were tasked with trying to figure out what had happened to Eren! Once they loaded him up; still dressed in his sweats and no shirt, house slippers on and his hair down, you’d be right by his side in the back of the rescue. Clutching his hand, you clung to him as they checked all the necessary things and started IV’s. His vitals were a little concerning to say the least. An elevated heart rate, a spike in body temperature and what seemed to be cold sweats. They asked about any drug use, drinking…anything of the sort. You had only known Eren to smoke weed and have the occasional drink but nothing crazy. But it wasn’t until you arrived at the hospital, got checked in and a plethora of tests were conducted, would you truly know the extent of his condition and what you heard shocked you…

“Vaso…what?” “Vasovagal syncope..in other words, he’s collapsed from severe exhaustion and stress and is currently comatose. The good news is, he’s still mentally responsive. Right now, he’s just in a deep slumber. This is one of the more severe cases so he may be out for a few days. But as long as there’s no significant drop in vitals or brain activity, he should be fine.”

the doctor overseeing Eren’s care was rather helpful but seemed so nonchalant about something that had rattled you to your core. Your sweet, beloved husband was lying here unconscious and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it! You’d alert his mom, friends and you guys’ bosses. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before gifts and well wishes, along with media attention began to pour in. It was overwhelming to say the least…you rarely left his side for those three days. Barely even long enough to eat, shower and grab a change of clothes. When he finally came to, that breath that had remained hitched in your throat had finally released. You were terrified of what the alternative could have been so you were thanking God that he was okay. “Eren! Oh my God..” immediately bursting into tears as you flung your arms around him and sobbed. You were so relieved but so damn scared…how could he scare you like that?!

“Aw, princess. I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to worry you, baby. I’m fine..”

“Well you sure have a hell of a way of showing it. I’m so mad at you..don’t you ever do that stupid shit ever again!…”

Which was a very understandable reaction but your tears overshadowed that. The reality was that he was not close to being anything of the sort. His condition was a lot more urgent than before. As this wasn’t the first time he’d collapsed from exhaustion. Long nights in a studio to wild performances and dangerous habits to boot. So many moving elements went into being the rap sensation that everyone knew and loved but they only got the finished product and not the hard, strenuous work it took to get there. This industry was a machine and each artist, creative or talent that entered was a mere cog on the wheel. It was brutal, disgusting and once it was done with you, it all but possessed the power to spit you out when it was done. So naturally, you weren’t so apt to let him follow the same path once he recovered. The pain you felt whilst seated next to him, hearing machines beep as they monitored his unconscious body and fed him necessary sustenance…it was overwhelming. So you made a vow right then and there, that you wouldn’t allow him to work himself into an early grave. A promise to both him and yourself that you’d take more time to enjoy the fruits of your labor..before it was too late.

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“Look, I’m not tryna’ tell you what to do but I’m just worried. You scared the hell out of me, Eren..I don’t want to come in here and find you like that again. What if next time it’s too late?…”

he could sense the imminent fear in your eyes and the sadness spread across your face. In truth, Eren had never had to think about the consequences of his actions and another person’s feelings towards them. It would explain his very careless actions and reckless behavior. He’d stay in this room for hours and no one would check in on him, other than housekeeping. He could drink until his liver corroded and no one batted an eyelash. He was free to do as he pleased but now, he had you..and there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d let him continue down this destructive path. You loved him far too much for that..by this time, he had thanked you and snatched up his dinner. He always loved your cooking far more than any private chef or restaurant. The fact that you took time out of your own busy schedule to make sure he was eating and taken care of was something that he’d always be appreciative of. Setting it down, Eren would swallow his bite and wipe his mouth before rolling his chair towards you.

“..there won’t be a next time, I promise. Listen, I’m sorry, princess. I know I’ve been moving a lil’ careless lately. But I won’t keep putting you or myself through that. After this, I’m taking a break. No more projects, no more studio sessions…just me and you.”

which was the perfect segway into why you’d come in here to begin with. See, he wasn’t the only one who had been grinding to get what he wanted. Not only was Eren a workaholic, he’d always made it his mission to spoil you rotten. In his eyes, he was the provider so he had to make sure you were kept in every aspect of your life. He didn’t want you spending your money on anything other than leisure. As long as the two of you remained together, he was going to protect you. However, you were adamant on sharing the responsibility. Not so much in the sense of splitting expenses fifty fifty or taking on a ton of bills. But rather..you wanted to take care of him for once. Spoil your husband and make sure he knows just how much you loved him. And not a moment too soon because a rather special occasion was nearing the corner.

“Your birthday is in a few days and I was thinking…what if you and I left the country for a bit?”

the statement catching him off guard but you’d be quick to explain. “No distractions, no parties, no work. Just complete relaxation. Just like you wanted. It’s perfect timing. Do you remember what you told me in the hospital?” Flashing him a warm grin as you giggled and held his hand. That’s when the conversation replayed in his mind. Once he had awoken, Eren’s outlook had shifted. When the doctor informed him that his condition was due to stress and exhaustion, he was truly frightened as well. Realizing that his careless actions could land him in a coma or much worse if he didn’t start taking care of himself. That’s when he began to think more so along the lines of recuperation. What could he do or where could he go to truly decompress for once? That’s when he made a great suggestion in his medically induced state of mind, rambling as morphine and narcotics coursed through his veins. With tears building at his waterline and his eyes barely opening..

“I just wanna go lay up on an island somewhere…kick my feet up with your ass in my hands and watch the water. I’m so tired of all of this…deadlines and shit. I’m so tired of working for this machine, man..I just wanna escape.”

you hadn’t forgotten those words and you’d make certain that his dream came to fruition. So without his knowledge, you’d footed the bill for a very special, illustrious getaway to the islands. A week-long stay in a secluded island suite in Fiji..surrounded by beautiful blue waters, palm trees and flowers, and the best part? No other guests. You’d have an entire portion of that area to yourselves. He’d bring in his birthday just the way he had hoped for! “Yeah, but you know I can’t do that. I was just talking—“ “Well be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.” Retrieving your phone from your pocket, you’d show him the confirmation for the private flight and trip you had already so kindly taken the liberty to do. There was truthfully no excuse for him not to take a leave. It wasn’t as if the two of you had children yet or some other overwhelming responsibility to care for. You were in the primes of your lives and careers. You deserved to live as such. So before he even had the chance to attest or change your mind, you’d show him that he too deserved to be pampered.

“..so, when are we leaving?”

Immediately sending him into a toothy smirk. There was no arguing with you when you became set in your ways. You were stubborn but your heart and intentions were always pure. And for that, he truly was thankful and blessed to be able to call you his wife!

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“Yeah..I know. But that’s exactly why you married me.” You’d chuckle as you stood to your feet, retrieving his plate and leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Now go pack. I’m not playing with you, sir.” “You know I like it when you tell me what to do..gets me excited.” Alluding to something a little more salacious than your previous discussion, prompting you to smack your lips and playfully slap at him. “Bye! And bring your ass to bed, please.”

This trip was certainly going to be one to remember!

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(biiiig long time skip bc I am not writing all of that and this fic is so long already!)

Matangi Private Islands, Fiji: two days later, March 29th…

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It was just barely sunrise when the two of you made landfall on the coasts of the secluded islands. All courtesy of a first class, private flight from the comfort of his jet. It was just one of the many amenities that were afforded with this lifestyle. Something that he’d have to take part in more often. Crystalline blue waters waved across the shoreline, palm trees and colorful flowers flowing in the breeze and birds chirped in the far off distance. Currently, you were getting checked into your suite and what awaited you guys was an oasis like neither of you had ever seen… “Isn’t it beautiful?! Babe, look at this..it’s so big.” Sunshine beamed over the pathway, headed to the designated suite. A huge hut-style home from the exterior, equipped with three rooms, two baths and tons of amenities on the inside. Three wooden bridges connected to you to all sides of the island, allowing you access to the waters, the pool and the front gate. There was a very spacious living area and kitchen, accompanied by a private chef who’d prepare you all whatever you desired. The most picturesque bathrooms you’ve ever seen and sleek, modern decorations. But perhaps, by far the most impressive perk was the fact that there was no one on this island for at least three miles except the staff. You were in complete solitude, just as he wanted. It was a gift that had come not a moment too soon. Seeing as how the whole reason for this little adventure was less than twenty four hours away..

“Princess, this is really nice. I mean..really nice. But was this necessary? I mean, how much did this cost?”

Scraping slowly behind you in his Balenciaga slides, black sweats from the same brand and a tank top..Eren seemed rather fussy for someone who was supposed to be on vacation. You had all but expected this..it was no surprise that he was going to put up a fight about not being able to be tied to that damn desk, but you paying his way for this ordeal! However, you weren’t much in the mood to hear him complaining because his stubbornness was no match for your own and when you wanted your way, best believe that’s what damn well was going to happen. Turning to him, sporting your skin tight sundress..a fluorescent lime green that complimented your dark complexion perfectly..and had him rather happy, you’d immediately turn to face him and place his cheeks between your palms, squishing his face. Standing on your tiptoes to meet his gaze.

“That, my sweet love..is not important. What is important is that you have a good time...and as long as that happens. Nothing else matters to me.” Which was about the most ideal answer he was going to get. Releasing a heavy sigh, it took him no time at all to soften..he couldn’t argue when he saw that smile on your pretty face. What was the harm in allowing you to take the reins for once and he followed? Most importantly, what could it hurt to be the one who was getting spoiled this time around? Besides, he had full faith that you’d make this trip..one he’d soon never forget! “Alright. Fine, angel. I trust you and I love you…thank you for this. I really appreciate it.” “Of course…” bending down to cup your own cheeks and plant a gentle yet deep kiss on your lips. Giving a rather warm and suggestive glare into your eyes. One that neither of you wanted to pull away from. It had been a while since you guys had been able to have quality alone time like this. It felt good to not be interrupted by texts of practice or meetings. Or someone knocking on the door, saying that a guest had arrived. It was blissful and there wasn’t anyone around to stop whatever was about to transpire. For right now, you’d allow your bodies to do the talking. Soon, those strong hands of his that once rested on your cheeks readjusted and moved to the back of your head to fully entrap you into a more sensual peck. Releasing deep breaths, you’d both smack and whimper against one another’s lips as you began to make out. Eventually, those hands found home around your throat and yours trailed up his chest. You hadn’t noticed much until now but your man had been working out quite a bit. Since his hospital scare, he’d made somewhat of an effort at better living. His newly chiseled physique wasn’t lost on you..nor was the way he seemed to be craving intimacy. A lack of physical touch and alone time had made him quite needy for you..in more ways than one.

“I know it’s a lil’ early and all but…I think I wanna unwrap my gift right now.”

“Mmm..is that right?”

giggling against his lips as your faces met with only a hair breadth of distance between you. The tension was looming and rather thick. A single look at all of you and it wouldn’t be hard to tell just how badly you needed to release some stress. Tugging at his bottom lip between your teeth, you’d continue making out as you shuffled towards the kitchen counter, where he’d waste no time, setting you on top of it. Eren had you all to himself without a single soul around to intervene in your affairs. So best believe, he was going to enjoy himself! Moving his lips from your jawline to your throat, your husband marked the skin with very soft kisses and gentle suckles that would leave faint hickies. Meanwhile, his hands gilded delicately down your body. Even making a couple stops to smack and squeeze on that plump ass. Until they found home on your breasts..where he’d very carefully grope. Massaging those perky tits and stroking your nipples on his thumb pads. “…so fucking pretty..” He loved your reactions. The way you moaned for him. Whimpering each time he made a move and all but begged him for more.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna wait until after breakfast, babe?” Which earned the exact response you were expecting from him. Who had a ravenous appetite of his own but not for any good.

“I got something to eat right here..fuck all that..” muttering against one another’s lips as you both broke into soft giggles. He was adamant in enjoying every moment of this away time. And more so specifically, making up for all the time lost between you two, due to his busy schedule. You’d been married for the better part of a couple years and although you were madly in love with each other, it hadn’t been easy. Long nights, work events, tour dates and all the other external factors that prevented you guys from being alone…made it difficult to enjoy yourselves. It was times that you craved each other so desperately that distance or exhaustion kept you away. That your bodies practically yearned and cried out. However, they were mere afterthoughts at the moment. You could enjoy your man with no interruption and vice versa. And best believe, Eren was going to get more than his fill of you.

“Here, put your legs up and lean back for me..” his instructions followed by his hands cupping your cheek once more and marking you with more gentle pecks. Naturally, you’d do so and part your thighs wide open. Giving him quite the nice surprise in return..chewing at your lower lip and index finger, you’d watch the reaction on his face…along with the one in his shorts!

“Oh shit…ain’t even wearing any panties. You knew what you wanted, huh?” Pegging you immediately because he knew that each of you were on the same type of time. Inching closer, Eren’s fingers gradually dredged up that exposed slit. “Can you blame me? I missed you..” giving him that irresistible pout and doe eyes that always drive him insane. Whilst one hand worked you over; grinding yourself against his digits, his other kept gently caressing your face and eventually, you’d pop his thumb into your mouth and suckle on the tip. It was enough to make him put you through this damn marble top right now! “Yeah?..I missed you more, princess. Missed all of this..” subtly grunting in the deep tone of his as he slipped a finger inside of you and heard the pop that followed. “This shit’s so fucking tight, princess..and wet. This all me?” “Of course..been thinking about you all week. How bad I needed you..” confessing to him in a whiny tone whilst rubbing his chiseled chest. Among other things, including how you were going to spend the entire week fucking on him..how you spent your time away on tour, playing with yourself to his voice messages and own salacious videos he’d sent. Jerking himself off behind the camera as he professed his love and desire for you. Ending in a splatter of warm semen all over his screen as he cried out your name. And him causing you to flood your hotel sheets after plunging yourself on those dainty fingers. It was too much to bear..he had to make a move before he came in his boxers right there!

“Fuck…I need you. Need this pussy so bad, baby.” Practically desperate for you. By this time, you had begun working to free his hard cock from its confines and once you did so, he’d immediately spring into your closed palm. He’d ever so slightly fuck your fist and moan out as he continued working you over. Meanwhile, you were still vehemently making out with one another. You’d all but beg him to put it inside of you and it wasn’t a full minute later before his tip was prodding through your entrance and you both came undone. Releasing simultaneous expletives as he split you open and filled you halfway.

“Oh my gosh!… ‘s so fucking big..”

“That’s not even all of it. You can take it f’r me, can’t you?”

smirking as he wasted no time in bucking his hips forward and feeding you deep strokes. They were a little slow at first but you could feel each one. Every bump, every curve and inch of that lengthy shaft. The way it curved up into you and pressed that spot on impact..you were losing it. Placing a hand around the back of your neck to keep your head straight and your leg atop his shoulder, Eren would increase his pace and really give you what you needed! “You can take this dick for daddy, can’t you, baby?” Grunting against your lips. Smacking sounds erupting across the suite from your skin as your lower halves collided. It didn’t take long before a silky sheath of your juices were formed and coating your flesh. The two of you would last no time from all the pent up sexual frustration and emotions.

“Yes! Yes! Give it to me…right there..”

increasing his pace and you’d follow suit by stroking your clit. He was unhinged..unable to contain himself inside of you. Eren clutched your ankle and laced your calf with sweet, tender kisses as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. “Shit..you gonna come for me already, baby..you’re squeezing me so tight.” Taunting you with that high lilt in his voice, not breaking eye contact once. To say you were a trembling mess at this point was an absolute understatement..cream dripping all down his shaft and onto the countertop as your clit pulsates with each thrust. You couldn’t take another moment and the day had only begun. Less known the entire week!…but you loved it. You loved pleasing your man and giving him everything his heart and body desired. And despite how intense it felt at the moment, you craved this just as badly. You both needed this release.

“Mmmph! You fucking me so good, daddy…’s just too much..”

“Don’t tease me now…you were talking all that shit on the plane, saying you needed this dick every day…you sure you can handle it?…‘cause I’mma stretch this shit out. Tryna’ get you pregnant, baby.” The sheer thought of him breeding you gets you aroused all over again. Even if it was an empty promise in the throes of mid-lust excitement. Regardless, he’d keep pounding at a steady pace until he felt you twitching and clutching once more until you were about to come undone. That’s when he’d speed up, angling himself until that tip was poking directly at your overstimulated core. “So tell me I can have it. You know I’m selfish, princess…I always get my way.” Mocking you once more with his tongue wagging, chuckling and with a thumb on your clit. Rubbing slow circles until you were gripping the counter top. Tits swaying with the fierce bouncing of your frames. Even the tears streaming down your face couldn’t sate his desire to make you climax right now. He knew you were feeling equally as overstimulated and was ready to push you over the edge. Suddenly, your husband would lean forward and curl his face into the crook of your neck.

“Come in me, daddy!..nnngh..”

“Oh God, baby. Can I please? Can I put a baby in it?..”

panting as he bared his weight onto the countertop. His pace reached its peak and before long, you both reached the finish that you had sought after.

“ ‘rennnnn! Fuck…please..” your nails clawed deep into his back, holding him close to your chest as he pumped every last ounce of his seed into that inviting womb. Just one of many on this island excursion. He didn’t let up until he was certain that you were good and stuffed but whimpered and cried to your name the entire time. It was absolute bliss, a sensation and feeling like none other and he couldn’t wait to experience more like it.

“Kiss me…” cupping your face into his palms, Eren let your tongues clash in a heated haze…moaning and whispering ‘I love you’s’ the entire time. Never had he dreamed of starting his mornings like this. Warm weather with a chill breeze sweeping through the open windows, ocean waves crashing against the tan shorelines, palm trees swaying in a calmed motion and most importantly…giving into his desires with the love of his life . The type of view that made you never want to go back to reality!…but for right now, you’d enjoy this world, this haven…

“Oh my God, that was perfect.”

“Yes…I needed that so badly. Thank you, princess..”

“Mmm, no..thank you. So…you ready to start your vacation now?”

“I can do anything after that..got me feeling the best I have in a long time…”

and no matter where you were in the world, as long as you were together, it was paradise!

[rynwritesreid]

My Greek Goddess| Spencer Reid

Request~ “insecure reader x soft dom spencer, body worship”

Summary: Spencer consoles you when you feel ugly, expressing love and admiration.

Content: Poor body image. Fem!Reader. Smut. Body worship. Fluff. Soft dom Spencer. Sub reader. Tears/crying. Caring Spencer. Soft smut. 18+

A/N: I’ve been having some writers block, but I saw this as a request and this all came to me within like 30 mins, so I hope you enjoy it.

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700 words

Spencer had walked into your shared room, to see you curled up in bed crying.

“sweetheart whats wrong” his voice barely above a whisper, and his tone calming.

Through sobs you tried to tell him how you had woken up in a lethargic mood, and when you went to bathroom you saw your self in the mirror and just burst out crying.

“I feel so ugly. I look horrible, Spencer How could you have ever fallen in love with me?” Your voice croaked.

He took off his jacket, and laid next to you. He gently brushed through your hair with his fingers.

“Princess, you are every thing but ugly. You are my world. How could I have not fallen in love with you.” His voice was now soft and loving.

You turned to face him, your cheeks tear stained and flushed, your lips all puffy. He brought his thumb up to your cheeks, and whipped away the tears.

“You look like a Greek Goddess, my love. No matter how you view your self, I will always view you as pure beauty.”

You snuggled up closer to him, and he took the opportunity to kiss your forehead.

“Would you like me to run you a bath or a shower?”

You shook your head. “I just want you to cuddle me.”

“I will do anything for you, my dear.”

You weren’t sure how you had ended up with a man like Spencer, but you loved it. You loved him.

As Spencer continued to comfort you, he whispered words of reassurance, "Remember, my love, beauty goes far beyond what the mirror reflects. It's the kindness in your heart, the strength in your spirit – those are the qualities that make you truly enchanting."

His fingers continued their soothing motion through your hair, creating a calming rhythm. "You're not alone in this, sweetheart. We'll face the mirror together and see the beauty in your soul that shines brighter than any superficial reflection."

Feeling the warmth of his embrace, you found solace in his words. Spencer, with a gentle smile, said, "In your moments of doubt, I'll be your mirror, reflecting the love and beauty you may not always see in yourself."

He gently moved away, and started to slowly kiss your neck. His kisses light, almost as if heaven were to kiss you.

“Princess, can I show you how beautiful you are to me?”

you nodded your head, unsure how what he was going to do.

Spencer's hands roamed down your body, his touch comforting and affirming. His lips moved from your neck to your chest, leaving a trail of kisses as they went. You arched your back, offering yourself to him completely. Spencer's hands cupped your breasts, kneading them gently, and his mouth closed over one of your nipples, causing a moan to escape your lips.

As he continued to worship your body, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you earlier melted away. In this moment, you felt beautiful, desired, and loved. Spencer's touch and words had a power over you that you couldn't resist.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him up to look at you. His eyes were dark with desire, and you knew that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

"Spencer, I need you," you whispered, your voice thick with desire.

He leaned down to kiss you, his body covering yours.

You felt the press of his erection against you, and writhed against him, aching for more. "I need to you touch me, to feel you inside me."

You guided him into you, and moaned as you sank down onto him. You rocked together, your bodies moving as one. Spencer's lips were on your neck, lightly biting as you increased your speed.

Faster now, you moved, the world around you disappearing. All you could feel was the pressure building inside you. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you until you were at the edge of ecstasy.

His rhythm changed then, and you felt the world explode around you as you both reached release.

Your breathing slowed as you collapsed onto the bed. Spencer gathered you in his arms and held you close. You closed your eyes, feeling safe in the circle of his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered, your breathing finally beginning to slow.

“I love you too, my dear,” he whispered back. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him.

As the two of you lay there, embraced in the quietude of shared comfort, you realised that love had a way of transforming insecurities into strengths, and every tear Spencer wiped away seemed to erase a bit of self-doubt.

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[kentosbabes]

Hi, so I literally just spam liked/rb a bunch of your posts - nanami has me in a chokehold I swear - could you write a little tidbit about nanami treating his s/o after they start a new job?

I just know he'd do princess treatment or smthn really special and it just makes me swoon a bit 💓 anyway, I hope youre having a good week so far!

Thank you!!!! You’re too kind <3333

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(I’m delusional affff so this is going to be super self indulgent icl)

Nanami would be really supportive of your new job. Understanding that this is a new chapter in your career and he would offer his unwavering support and encouragement to you.

He would listen attentively to your experiences and challenges at your workplace, allowing you to have a safe environment to share your thoughts about dickhead managers and weirdo employees.

Nanami would want to celebrate you, every single milestone- big and small he would want to be your biggest cheerleader. Whether it's a new project you completed or a promotion he would surprise you with gestures like bringing you your favourite snacks or flowers to celebrate your accomplishments.

He would respect your work-life balance, understanding that you need time to decompress after a long day. Nanami would suggest activities you guys could do together like going for walks, watching shitty romcoms or cooking together. He would be super understanding if you can’t hang out as much because of work.

EMOTIONAL SUPPORT. Nanami would be there for you. Offering words of encouragement and advice after a horrible day, he would be a reliable source of comfort and reassurance.

He would surprise you with small gestures of kindness, leaving you a sweet note in your lunchbox he made for you, ordering you your favourite food when you are both too tired to cook or sending silly updates about his day of uplifting messages and words of affirmation to make you smile.

Nanami would definitely try his hardest to learn more about your work. Even if he doesn’t understand a single thing about anything you are talking about, he would actively listen- asking the right questions and making sure you feel heard. He would genuinely engage in conversations about your work to show his sport and willingness to learn.

Since you both live together, he would understand that you would have additional responsibilities and commitments due to your new job. He would take on the bulk of the household chores, errands, and other responsibilities to ease her workload. This is simply because he works part time from home and office.

Nanami and you both value quality time and make it a priority to have regular date nights. Whether it's going out for a fancy dinner or having a date night at home, he cherishes the uninterrupted time spent together.

You both have a secret spot in a nearby park where they go for picnics. Nanami could spend hours there with you, enjoying each other's company and the beauty of nature.

After a long day after work, you guys love to cuddle up on the couch together, sharing a cosy blanket and watching your favourite movies.

[kivaember]

SLAPS DOWN SOME FREUD AND RUSTY STUFF. It's just Freud being a freak and Rusty being very alarmed and then very murderous towards him.

Guess you can call this one-sided freud/rusty on freud's side??? i'll leave it for the reader to decide. enjoy!

Arquebus work functions were absolute hell on earth.

It wasn't just the fact that Vespers were paraded around as products rather than employees, it was the fact that Rusty had to stand around and smile vapidly while he had far too many people who he fucking despised talk to him and shake his hand and ask far too many personal questions that weren't relevant to his augmentions or job description at all.

Well, no, technical lie. There were many questions about his augmentations, but they were rarely about their effectiveness in improving his piloting abilities and the like. They were normally things like "is it true that these augmentations extend your life?" or "Arquebus have been advertising the Gen Tens are something that can hit the domestic markets, that they improve the human body in all qualities, is that true?" or "So I hear that one of the biggest risks to augmentation surgery is erectile dysfunction, what do you do about that?" or "Is it true you have to be sterilised?? So you can't get girls pregnant, right?"

There was a reason behind such questions. With the Gen Tens finally out of the experimental stage (as in, they managed to get them to stop killing people) and being extensively field tested in multiple roles, Arquebus had boldly began an advertisement compaign encouraging the domestic sector to invest in augmenting their employees.

Gone were the days where augmentations only benefited soldiers and pilots! With the Gen Tens, the augmentation surgeries were so safe that they could be done far more cheaply than previous generations, and offered a slew of advantageous that would make you a very productive and long-lived worker! The military sector, while booming, was still very restrictive in terms of how many people you can augment until you start scraping the bottom of the poorest barrel, so now Arquebus turned their hungry gaze on the domestic sector.

Arquebus's many subsidaries were going to fall in line, but the executives still had many questions they wanted answers to when spinning up their own advertisement campaigns. What better way to get those answers than from the source? Hence the Vespers, trotted out like good little dogs, barking to the tune that Arquebus wanted, lying through their teeth, telling the corporate vultures what they wanted to hear, all while Rusty hoped they all did get augmented and died horribly from unexpected complications.

Would serve them right.

But it made these work functions an utter horror show for him. Draining. Exhausting. As the initial slew of questioning and socialising began to slow as the alcohol levels rose in everyone's bloodstreams, Rusty was grumpy, tired and had a pounding headache. He kept his smile up only by vividly imagining blowing everyone up with his mind.

"-so the sterility isn't universal?"

"It depends on what you mean by 'sterile'," Maeterlinck answered with a patience Rusty had long ran out of. It was him and her, fielding questions from Executive... Mike Mcfuckhands of Shit Company #69. By this point most people were very drunk, but somehow he and Maeterlinck got ambushed by the one half-way sober executive before they could successfully escape without notice.

(It was one of the few times that Rusty genuinely commiserated with his fellow Vespers. The look of utter despair they had shared had been emphatic.)

"Well, you know..." Mcfuckhands waved his wine glass a little carelessly. Rusty watched with dull eyes as wine spilled over the lip and onto the floor. "You don't need condoms to have some fun, if you know what I mean."

"Well, the augmentations won't protect you from STIs, of course," Maeterlinck said evenly. She was a stronger soldier than Rusty, that was for sure, keeping such a straight face and bland voice. "They'll mitigate the worst of the symptoms, but it won't grant you immunity."

"Oh, er, of course, of course, but, you won't get someone pregnant?"

"No."

save me, Rusty begged whatever deity or demon was listening, save me from this hell.

His prayers were, amazingly, answered almost immediately.

With a chiming tune that was out of place of their swanky surroundings, Rusty's phone began to trill. Leaping upon this opportunity like a starving dog on a bull carcass, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and stepped back.

"Sorry, gotta take this. Important call," he said, ignoring Maeterlinck's dagger stare of 'you cowardly traitor'.

Sorry, Maeterlinck. It was every man for himself out here.

Preparing for it to be a spam call trying to sell him some kind of gizmo or whatever, Rusty answered the call without checking the ID as he strode with purpose towards the ballroom's doors.

"You just saved me from a really painful conversation from some dumbass executive so I'll listen to whatever you're peddling," Rusty said. "What is it this time? A roomba that'll clean your apartment and then suck you off once it's done?"

"...haven't got one of those in my toolbox, but now you've got me interested, V.IV."

Rusty froze comically.

"C-Commander?" he half-squeaked, mortified when Freud started sniggering in that low, throaty way of his. "What- I thought you were a telemarketer! Why're you-"

Wait.

"...why're you calling me?" Rusty asked dumbly. Hesitantly, he started walking again, his confusion eclipsing his mortification. "Is V.II not picking up?"

"Why would I call Snail?"

Because you're the commander and he's your deputy bitch, Rusty did not say.

"To torment him," he said instead.

"...okay, fair," Freud conceded. "But I called you intentionally. You need to ditch that party and return to HQ."

"Is there an emergency deployment?" Rusty asked, easily slipping into business mode. He exited the ballroom, the music and chatter cutting off when the doors shut behind him. The entrance hallway was far quieter and cooller.

"Emergency deployment... eh, yeah, something like that..." Freud said vaguely. "Just hurry up to the hangar. I'll be waiting, V.IV."

He hung up without much as a goodbye, and Rusty pocketed his phone with a frown. He wondered what kind of mission this was, to have Freud directly calling him and circumventing Snail. It must be pretty bad. Maybe Balam had finally managed to reclaim Pluto from Arquebus? They'd been duking it out over that planetoid's chunked remains ever since it had blown up.

(Why had it blown up? Rusty had no idea. Any details pertaining to "Pluto's Cracking" were very vague and buried under impenetrable black ink. Must've been some UEG experiment that went horribly wrong, was Rusty's theory.)

But if it wasn't Pluto... Rusty couldn't think of anything else urgent enough to warrant Freud's calling him during a work function. Well, even if it was something as mundane as acting as his punching bag in simulated spars, it was leagues better than suffering stupid questions from equally moronic executives...

And Freud was a good excuse to hold up if Snail cottoned onto his early departure. Yes, whatever Freud wanted will be worth it.

-

Two hours later and standing outside of the London's city limits in STEEL HAZE, Rusty reassessed his earlier sentiments.

Upon arriving at the hangar after switching out his suit and tie for the Vesper flight suit, Freud had all but chivvied him into STEEL HAZE and ordered him to follow him to a set of coordinates outside of London's city limits. All flight clearances had been given for them to travel in flight configuration over the city, Freud assured, and Rusty, unsure but curious, did as he was told.

The coordinates led them both to a large stretch of absolute nowhere deep in the irradiated wastelands of Earth. The ground was rocky and uneven, large fissures gaping where the crust had split open with tremendous force, and so deep that not even STEEL HAZE's sensors could detect the bottom. A flashing alert for unsafe levels of radiation blinked at the bottom of his HUD, the value registering around 7Gy - potent enough to give him acute radiation poisoning if he opened his cockpit hatch. The sky as well was an unsettled shade of rust, the reddish brown dust that coated everything hazing the air due to the constant blistering winds.

It boggled the mind to think some humans did actually live out in these wastelands, somehow, and even more boggling that the Rejuvenated cities were functioning oases where it was easy to forget the state of the world beyond their towering walls.

Honestly, looking at the wasteland around him, Rusty couldn't help but feel relief that Rubicon wasn't this bad. Yeah, the climate was stuck in the middle of an ever deepening ice age in some parts, and majority of life had been rendered extinct... but the atmosphere was irradiated, plants still grew without aid, there was still rain and groundwater and other signs of defiant life. Earth didn't have that. Outside of its fake movie sets that were those cities, the whole planet was straight up dead.

Just completely, totally, utterly dead.

"Right, yeah, this'll do..." Freud hummed. "Some good cover, wide open space, far away enough that those Peacekeepers won't get involved..."

Ominous words.

"Hey, Commander?" Rusty said.

"Yeah?"

"Are you planning on murdering me out here or something?"

Freud didn't immediately answer. Slowly, LOCKSMITH swivelled around to face STEEL HAZE, but its weapons remained inactive and the Scudder rifle was pointing downwards towards the ground. Rusty still kept his finger close to his trigger, though, his implants ready to engage his FCS the second LOCKSMITH so much as twitched wrong.

"......is that what you're into?" Freud finally asked.

What. "What?"

"Hey, no judgement on my part. I get that there's a bit of excitement at consensual attempted murder-"

What???

"Uh- no? No??" Rusty stuttered, unsure on how Freud even made that bizarre leap of logic. "I'm not- that's not why I asked! You just-"

Freud cut him off with a horribly obnoxious laugh. "You're so easily flustered, V.IV! I'm just yanking your chain. I know you're a good little tamed wolf."

Rusty huffed, his face feeling uncomfortably hot. "With someone like you, it's hard to tell, commander. You've always had unique tastes."

"Ooooh, looks like this wolf's muzzle can slip loose," Freud purred. "Perfect. That'll make this more... fun."

STEEL HAZE's sensors picked up LOCKSMITH's weapon systems coming online. Functioning purely off instinct, Rusty activated his own and snapped STEEL HAZE's arm right up, its SAMPU machine gun aimed squarely at LOCKSMITH's Core - just as LOCKSMITH's Scudder rifle pointed at him.

"You didn't even blink," Freud murmured. "Good."

"I've always been quick on the draw, commander," Rusty said lightly, maintaining V.IV Rusty's confident, airy mein all while his mind raced frantically, trying to figure out if he had slipped up somewhere, if Freud had cottoned onto his true nature. Had he really called him out here to get rid of him? Well, least Freud offered him a fighting chance - better than being vanished by the Peacekeepers in the middle of the night.

"Yeah. Your reaction times in the sims were always somewhat impressive..."

LOCKSMITH started to sidestep. STEEL HAZE matched it. They began to circle each other.

"But sims are rarely indicative of a pilot's true skill," Freud said conversationally, like they weren't holding guns in each other's faces. "It's only when they're really under pressure that they show their true abilities."

"Is that what this is?" Rusty asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice. "You want to see me perform under pressure?"

"You half-ass your spars in the sims." Freud's voice went flat - almost cold. "You can clearly do better, but you don't. You pretend to be less skilled than you really are, and it really, really, really pisses me off. So this is what we're going to do."

With its free hand, LOCKSMITH gestured to their surroundings. "We're going to fight here and now. If you don't give me your all, I'm going to crack your cockpit open like an egg. What's the ambient radiation level right now? 7Gy?"

"Yeah," Rusty said flatly.

"Hm, that means you'd have about ten minutes before you start vomiting your guts out and your intestines try to escape your body through your asshole," Freud said, so matter-of-fact. "I think it'd take, what, a few hours before you start bleeding from every orifice?"

It'd be a horrible way to go. Rusty felt his pulse pick up a little. "Did Arquebus HQ authorise this 'test', commander?"

"I always ask for forgiveness than permission from HQ, and they always forgive me," Freud laughed, but there was something strangely bitter about it. "You can be replaced, anyways. Now."

LOCKSMITH's head tilted fractionally.

"Fight like the cornered wolf that you are, V.IV," Freud murmured. "Let me see those fangs of yours."

And before Rusty could respond, LOCKSMITH fired.

-

In the end, the decision was easy to make.

Though Rusty had told himself he'd try to conceal his true skill as much as possible, even at risk to himself, when his back was really pushed to the wall and he had to choose between dying and keeping his cover, or fighting back like a cornered animal desperate to live and blowing everything, Rusty didn't really have to think about it.

He fought back with everything he had. He bared those fangs. He pushed himself to his very limits, Freud matching him every step of the way, pushing him and pushing him, until their ammunition was spent and the generators were close to overheating, their battle tearing up new scars along the cracked earth and leaving chunks of of themselves behind.

The fight didn't end in a draw so much as they wordlessly came to a mutual halt several tens of metres apart. LOCKSMITH was missing an arm - a casualty to Rusty's laser slicer shearing the limb off at the shoulder - and parts of its armour was warped and dented from STEEL HAZE's plasma missiles eating through the military grade steel. The Scudder rifle had been tossed aside a while back, and LOCKSMITH's fingers on that hand were partially crushed from where it had slugged STEEL HAZE in the gut at full force. Rusty was still feeling the ache from that even now.

He wished he could say STEEL HAZE was in a better state, but the fact was the AC was barely functioning. Its right arm was useless - Freud's revenge for LOCKSMITH's dismembered arm - and STEEL HAZE's ablative armour was stripped down to nothing, revealing the dull, gunmetal grey base armour underneath, scorched and scratched from deflected rounds or glancing blows from the MORLEY grenade launcher. Rusty had sacrificed many of STEEL HAZE's functionality to defend the Core at all costs, knowing it would take only one minor breach of the Core block to have him dying from acute radiation poisoning.

If they continued to fight, Rusty would lose. That was cold, hard fact, and he was braced for it, braced for overloading his own generator and latching onto LOCKSMITH if need be, if only to drag Freud into his grave with him, but instead after a long, charged pause, LOCKSMITH's weapon systems deactivated.

Rusty kept STEEL HAZE's active.

"...that's more like it," Freud murmured. His voice had a distinct breathlessness to it that Rusty tried to ignore. "You were glorious, V.IV. Vicious, fast, and decisive. You almost killed me a few times, might've if luck had been on your side."

"You sound disappointed," Rusty gritted out, not bothering to pretend to be V.IV Rusty. "Don't tell me this was some fucking convoluted suicide attempt."

Freud laughed - no, cackled. "Suicide attempt? You still think you can beat me right now?"

Rusty swallowed down his pride, sensing a trap in Freud's breathless, wild voice. He clenched his jaw, bared his fangs in a snarl that Freud couldn't see but definitely hear as he growled: "Not right now. But one day."

"One day. One day, you might be able to." Freud inhaled deeply, and let it out slow. "Yeah, one day."

Rusty waited, his pulse still thumping like a drum in his ears, STEEL HAZE poised to lunge, teetering on a tripwire. After a long, long pause, where Freud audibly pulled himself back under control, folding back his wild, deranged true self into the far more socially acceptable lines of V.I Freud, Vesper, LOCKSMITH turned away.

"Well, I think we've been gone long enough. Come on, V.IV. Let's go back."

Freud didn't wait. He launched LOCKSMITH upwards and boosted back towards the city, the AC travelling at a much slower speed than its flight-configuration allowed. Its armour integrity was likely hanging on by a thread, much like STEEL HAZE's.

Rusty reluctantly followed him but kept his distance, still trying to figure out what the fuck that had been about. Freud had always been a bit of a mystery, but it turned out he was fucking insane and couldn't be trusted to be normal at all. Who the hell invited someone out into the middle of nowhere to goad them into a fight to the death?! What was wrong with this guy?!

i better be careful around him, Rusty thought agitatedly. Freud now knew his true skill - had known he'd been holding back for a long while, it seemed. Had he shared this information with anyone else? Was he onto Rusty, or was he so fucking nuts that he only cared about being cheated out of a good spar in the sims? Was Rusty going to be called out into the irradiated wastelands to fight him again? Should he complain to Snail about this?! Would Snail side with him out of his hatred for Freud, or with Freud out of his hatred for Rusty???

And more importantly...

...

Who was going to authorise STEEL HAZE's repairs... since this wasn't an official sortie, then... then this might come out of... Rusty's wages...

...

i'm definitely going to kill him, he decided, cold with an intense, deep fury, maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day, i'm going to fucking kill him.

[cljordan-imperium]

The Andromeda Effect Halloween

Or - Jasper Gives A Gift

What happens when a demon learns the secrets the Andros's are keeping?

“I still cannot believe you picked Scrooge as my costume.” Caliban chuckled as he offered his arm to Adira at the top of the staircase they were about to descend to the first level of the mansion so they could greet their guests who should start arriving in about an hour.  “I’m not that tight with money.”  He gave her a smirk as he gazed down at her out of the corner of his eye, her hand sliding into the crook of his elbow. “I don’t know, I think you look rather fetching in the vest and morning coat.  It was more the outfit I was going for than the character.  Cratchet was poor and I can never remember Scrooge’s nephew’s name.”  Adira laughed, rather glad he had picked Aphrodite for her.  It meant flat sandals, so she’d at least be in comfortable shoes for the duration of the party that she was still nervous over, no matter how many times he’d told her that she didn’t have to be.  The dress wasn't horrible either. 

Still looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he also made sure not to trip on the stairs, “is that so?  And you got Lars and Marcin to dress as Men in Black for the same reason?  They look good in their suits?”  He had to tease her.  He loved the way that the blush rose to her cheeks and her lashes would flutter, the melodic quality her laugh had when she was slightly off balance, and the smile that came after.  

“No,” Adira lightly slapped his bicep with her other hand and rolled her eyes.  “There’s two of them, they’re going to be standing around and they’re serious.  I thought it would be amusing, and they liked not having to actually dress up as anything.”  She laughed, feeling a slight heat in her cheeks at the way that Caliban was looking at her coupled with his teasing.  The fact that she didn't always have to be on guard around him made everything better, she could relax and truly enjoy lofts with him. 

“I see, well, there will be no zapping out anyone’s memory tonight.  I do want you to have a good time and they can eliminate any alien threat to that.”  He continued the tease and the continuation of her laughter was his reward, which he was more than happy with.  “I will hold all of you to that.”  The lights that had been hung around the entry danced in her eyes as she smiled up at Caliban once they had reached the bottom of the stairs.  “You all promised to behave tonight, and NO business.”  Adira tskd at him, pursing her lips as she fought laugher at his mock indignation at the suggestion that he would.  “If you’re a good boy, I promise there are rewards.” She winked up at him with a mischievous look in her eye.

“I do like your rewards.”  He couldn’t help but grin as he placed a kiss on her cheek and then they began to make sure all of the food and decorations were in order.  The caterer and event planner had been busy all day, but one more once over wouldn’t hurt.  As they did, Caliban couldn’t help but watch his wife as she did so, thinking how she had settled into being the Lady of the Manor role perfectly.  Theirs was far from a traditional marriage in any way, but it was working for them, and they were growing closer with each passing day.  The misunderstanding over Theron’s joke might have been one of the luckiest things to happen to him.

It seemed like far too soon that the guests started arriving.  Adira stayed close to Caliban since he knew them all, and would be introducing them all to his new wife of course.  She'd changed the color and style of her hair, so she was hoping that along with the costume that any of them that knew Mircea would not recognize her. 

"Well,  Caliban, I had heard you'd gotten married but I swore that it had to be a lie.  Now I see you next to this angelic creature and I do believe you have kidnapped and drugged the poor girl." A sarcastic voice with a heavy British accent had both of the couple's heads turning to view that dark blonde haired male, dressed as a pirate, who stood the same height as Caliban.   Jasper was now wishing he'd brought Annabella with him, she always did enjoy these human parties.  Although then he'd have to deal with that damn cranky ass angel she was now mated to. 

"Jasper? You made it! Glad to see you!"  Caliban greated his friend who he swore had to know the best plastic surgeons because the man never seemed to age.  "Adira, this is my friend Jasper from London.  Jasper, meet Adira, the first and last Mrs. Andros." There was clear pride written across his face as he introduced them.  It intrigued the demon that had known him for years. 

"It's a pleasure, Jasper." Adira gave him a warm smile and extended her hand.  This was only the second person Caliban had introduced with only a first name, so she knew that they were actual friends and not in some kind of business together. 

"Oh, I assure you Lady Andros, the pleasure is all mine." Jasper's smile was devilishly charming as he took her hand to bring the back up to his lips to kiss the back.  He always was a cheeky asshole that loved the slight narrowing of Caliban’s eyes and tightness in his mouth that indicated veiled jealousy.  Oh,  Caliban,  don't make it so easy. 

"How did you manage to corner such a divine creature and convince her to tie herself to you?  He's not holding you hostage, is he dear?" Jasper already had picked up there was deception afoot, but what and why would take him just a tad bit longer to ascertain.

Caliban’s arm went around Adira's waist at Jasper's last tease.  He'd seen the slight falter in her smile and tremor in her hand, and knew they were more than just nerves of the evening. "I knew from the moment I saw Adira that she was different, special.  It was all a whirlwind after that.  I am just lucky that she so happily agreed to be my wife,  I was afraid she might say no." He looked over at the woman he was coming to love and gave her a wink. 

"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Adira teased, garnering laughter from both men.  "What else could I say to a man that has shown me from our first meeting what honesty and security truly are." She beamed up at Caliban.  "It's just gotten better since."

Well, weren't they just sickeningly adorable, and honest?  Jasper REALLY could have used Annabella to cut the sugary syrup sweetness at the moment.  He'd just have to manage, and figure out what they weren't saying. 

"You don't have to lie to bolster his ego, darling.  I've known him for years.  You can say he's a right bastard but he's good in bed,  it's okay" Jasper and Caliban laughed, but there was a moment before the laughter started when Jasper saw it: pure unadulterated terror in Adira’s eyes.  It wasn't Caliban, so who was the beauty afraid of?

"Don't listen to him." Caliban’s eyes rolled.  "He's just sore that I always beat him at poker." He'd felt Adira tense and while he wasn't quite sure what caused it,  his hand had been gently and discreetly soothing her back since.  That he now got a light laugh from her was a relief.  Maybe the big party had still been too soon. 

"I have been besmirched!" Jasper feigned outrage to get the lovely Adira to relax and laugh more.  "I demand recompense!" He could definitely see what Caliban saw in Adira, the sound of her laughter was melodic and she was beautiful.  A little shy for his tastes,  but he was a demon after all. 

"And what is it that you are demanding?" Caliban chuckled as his head shook.  He could only pray his wine cellar survived. 

"I think a dance with the fair Lady Adira would suffice."  Another charming smile and appreciative gaze over the new Mrs. Andros.  Was that one of Caliban’s molars cracking? Oh, Jasper loved this game. 

"I do not speak for my wife,  Jasper.  We may both be dressed like the Victorian age, but I at least am more modern."  There were few men that it would bother him for Adira to be in the arms of, for some reason Jasper just became one of them, although Caliban was doing his best to keep an amused facade.  He didn't want Adira to detect any issue, especially when the issue was him.

For a moment Adira glanced back and forth between the men, completely unsure of the dynamic she was facing.  They truly seemed on good enough terms, so she would try to play along and hope it was the right choice.  At least she knew if it was the wrong one that Caliban wouldn't be upset with her.  

"One, but I am afraid that is the limit.  Scrooge isn't just stringy with his money." She put on a good front and a sly smile,  before casting her eyes up towards Caliban’s.  He was chuckling so that was a good sign. 

"I see why you married her. She drives a hard bargain.  Must be turning your organization a tidy profit." Jasper teased more,  not missing the quick kiss Caliban dropped on the tip of his wife's head.  Sweet.   He was reassuring her, but why? What had this woman so scared in a room full of armed guards?  Oh he did love a good mystery.

Caliban’s mouth went dry for a second, Jasper could have no clue how close he was to the truth of how it all started.   "Not even close to one of her better qualities."  The look of pride returned when he looked over at Adira, who had blushed profusely.  "Although having her here in my office has made work far more enjoyable."

He wasn’t lying and the affection between them was clear.  Jasper was now itching to sweep her away where he could use his powers to find out what was going on that wasn't being said and caused clouds to occasionally dim the bright light of the woman his friend loved.  Annabella was better at this, but a demon always does have his tricks.

"I can imagine." Jasper grinned then offered his arm as a slow song began to play. "Shall we, Mrs. Andros?" He made sure to make it clear he respected their marriage, even if he still had questions about it.

Once Adira had slipped her hand lightly onto his forearm, he guided her to where the dance floor had been set up.  He could feel an almost physical weight from Caliban’s gaze on him.  When they reached the dance floor and his hand landed on the small of Adira's back, Jasper could feel that weight increase.  For a human, Caliban was intense, Jasper liked that about him.  

There was little talking as Jasper led Adira across the dance floor in a fluid waltz, but there didn't have to be.  He'd already discovered the source of her fear within a minute, and within the next the whole of the sorted events that led to her marriage to Caliban.  My, my, these two had secrets that impressed even a demon like him!  Annabella was definitely going to hear about this.

By the end of the dance Jasper had all his answers, Adira was smiling still, and there was a vein pulsing on Caliban’s forehead.  Jasper loved it!  He made sure to put his hand atop Adira’s on his arm as they returned to Caliban, getting far too much enjoyment out of watching the muscle in the man's jaw start to tick over it.  He suspected the issue was that Caliban didn't know that as he was falling in love with his wife, the same was true for her. 

"I return her to you completely unharmed and her pockets unpilfered." Jasper took Adira’s hand off his arm as he guided her towards Caliban.   If the man did not see how she looked at him and know she loved him then humans truly were blind. 

"Unscathed." Adira turned in a circle with a light laugh.  "Pirate kidnapping is apparently painless." She smiled as she took her place next to Caliban and took his hand.

"Lord knows I would pay the King’s ransom to get her back, so I appreciate you not bankrupting me tonight." Caliban started relaxing and laughed.  He still wasn’t sure why he'd been quite so overly jealous, other than his fear at times that she might still see their marriage as fake and only on paper. 

"No, that's the next poker game, Cal."  Jasper teased before making an excuse about seeing someone he needed to talk to and moving off through the room.  Truth was, he needed to go get his wedding present for the couple.  One he knew would be something they both wanted. 

Hours passed, many guests came and went, Caliban was able to temper his jealousy so Adira never noticed a thing.  He would not ruin the night for her.  She meant too much and they'd come too far for that. For her part, Adira was able to mostly relax and enjoy herself.  Those times when she felt overwhelmed or anxious, Caliban never minded her sticking very close to his side.  Some might say he looked forward to those times. 

It was the wee hours of the morning when the party wound down.  Adira had gone upstairs with Lars and Marcin, having developed a migraine around midnight.  Caliban had checked on her more than once and was now seeing the final few guests out when he noticed Jasper leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, and smirking.   

"What are you up to?  Or are you too drunk to know?" Caliban teased Jasper as he walked over.   He couldn’t even remember seeing him at the party after the dance with Adira.  Now he was suspicious of what was going on. 

"I realized I came to the party without a gift for the newlyweds.  How rude of me.  I had to make a quick run and rectify that."  Jasper grinned and held out what looked like a jewelry box to Caliban who took it looking a little confused.  "I would open it before showing Adira though, you want to be prepared."  His grin grew.

"What did you do?" Caliban chuckled and prepared himself for some obscenely priced jewelry piece to lay within the box.  When he got no answer to his question, he opened it.  It took over a full minute for it to register what he was looking at.  His eyes flicked up to Jasper who was just standing there looking pleased with himself, then back down to the box; the box that contained the severed finger and family crest signet ring of Mircea Kalavati. 

"It can't be traced back to you. YOU were here all night with your lovely wife.  Your lovely wife who will never have to fear that monster again. The demons have a new play toy in Hell." Jasper's grin was a bit smug, Caliban would have no clue how accurate the last sentence was.  

"How did you know?" Caliban was still stunned.  Not so much that someone he knew could or would do such a thing, as stunned that Jasper would know who Adira was.

"Your wife clearly adores you, Cal, and you her; but more than once at a slight verbal misstep, I saw true fear in her.  When things don't add up, I want to know why.  Tonight I also eliminated the why. I take care of my friends." Jasper's grin had faded, now he spoke earnestly.  Were Abriella and Annabella turning him soft and noble?  He hoped not.

Caliban extended his hand. "I honestly don’t know what to say, Jasper.   Thank you! I take care of mine too, if you ever need." 

Jasper shook his hand and inclined his head.   He knew Caliban meant it too, even if he would never need it.  Then the men said goodnight and Jasper left through the front door this time.  He would be on camera arriving at the beginning of the party and leaving at the end.  All of Caliban’s guests would.  

The next morning the news reported on how Mircea Kalavati’s body had been found impaled on the top of a light pole outside police headquarters with one finger removed.  Caliban decided not to inform Adira of the "gift" from Jasper, since he was slightly unnerved at WHERE Mircea’s body was found and trying to determine the logistics of it getting there.   Sometimes it was better not to ask questions and just accept the gift. 

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Ack ur movin?! Well I hope everything goes well there! since request s are open maybe some honkai comfort scenarios? Like smth happen to the reader and how some honkai chars would comfort/react. You can choose who ever you want but I would want fu hua/Senti cuz I love em so much ❤️❤️❤️ oh oh oh maybe how some of the herrschers would react...on second thought that might be hard...they don't always seem to have a personality that is seen a lot...oh well do what you will ❣️

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FU HUA

FU HUA has dealt with her fair share of hardships, perhaps more than what’s fair, if she’s being honest with herself— Then again, life is far from fair, so judging it by such a notion— That would only prove to upset others even more. FU HUA had hoped that you’d never have to experience just how horrible life could be, but seeing the expression on your face, she realized her hopes were in vain. “[F/N]… I’m sorry to see you in such low spirits. I’ll brew you some tea. It’s good for the nerves. Please, sit down—“ FU HUA hurried off to make tea, not even glancing back. She knew that if you’d approached her, then it was likely that you didn’t wish to be alone. She’d been alive long enough to figure things like that out, and saw no use in asking what had happened. You’d tell her on your own time, and she had more than enough time to spare. She poured your tea, sitting down across from you, and observed your reaction as you sipped from the cup— She gave you a small nod, seeing you enjoy it. “This particular blend is my favorite, if you like it, I’ll send some of the leaves with you whenever you end up heading home.” Your responding nod was all she needed, and she packed you your own bag of tea leaves, before joining you at the table once more— She listened to your rambling, nodding here and there, and offered you her hand for you to squeeze— It was an unspoken promise; she was there should you need her.

SEELE

SEELE has never liked seeing others sad— She used to get called a pushover or a goody toe shoes, because of this trait, but still— Sadness was such a horrible thing for anyone to feel, and so, of course she wanted to cheer you up. “Hey, [F/N]! What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it? If not, that’s fine!!! I got some super tasty cake from big sister Bronya; would you like to share it with me?” Seele was admittedly relieved you’d accepted her invitation. She wasn’t really the best when it came to offering support, so she’d been worried that you’d rather be alone— That was fine too, of course! The last thing she wanted was to be overbearing!!! Still, it made her feel super good knowing you appreciated her company enough to share cake with her. She watched you with a contented smile as you ate your portion of the cake and mindlessly slid over her half, as well— “It’s fine! I can always get more later. I just— I’m really glad you like it!!” She murmured, delight filling her when you gave her a shaky smile— Sometimes, it was the little things…

HERRSCHER OF SENTIENCE

SENTI has never appreciated weakness in others but more-so, she hated those with a lack of honor. Those who took others strengths and twisted them— That was her job. She cultivated those qualities, so whoever was snuffing out your weaknesses was clearly infringing on her territory. She did not appreciate that— “Whatever is the matter?” She grit out, observing the expression on your face. She didn’t like that expression on you. It didn’t suit you. Ah. So, that was what had happened— “I see. Want to let out some of your frustration? We can train some. I won’t attack. You can try to land a hit on me. If training is not your thing, then would you want to walk some? I’ve heard spending time with others can help with lifting a mood, but if you’d like to be left alone— Let me know!!!” She watched carefully, her eyes narrowed in thought— She felt a tiny bit relieved when you nodded, and agreed to accompany her on a walk. You were rather quiet, which was fair, given the situation. She didn’t make a habit of sticking around places for too long, but if her walking with you would help you calm down some— Well, what were bonds all about, anyhow? She was still learning and you, you’d been a great companion to have. It was only fair, right? If she offered you her hand, and you took it, well— Only the two of you had to know that. Ahh— Well, there was Fu Hua, but for some reason— She doubted Fu Hua would mind much at all….

VOLLEREI

VOLLEREI had never liked crying— Her other half cried far too often. Crying was loud. Crying was annoying. Still— For some reason, VOLLEREI wanted to destroy whoever had brought you to tears. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have a reason to cry anymore. She absolutely didn’t care— Not really. She just wanted her peace and quiet back. That was all. “You. Why are you crying like that? Is there anything I can take care of…?” Was there anyone she needed to take care of…? She wasn’t surprised that you’d declined her offer to help. She’d expected it, in all honesty. You were incredibly soft, which worried her at times— “That’s fine. Want to watch a show together? There’s a new episode out on the one we started earlier. It may help take your mind off things.” At your agreement, she turned on the TV and grabbed a few blankets, turning on the episode of your show. She sat with you in silence, and the normalcy of the action helped to calm your nerves. Eventually, you ended up falling asleep, and if you’d been covered by a blanket when you woke up— Well, VOLLEREI wasn’t a fan of sickness, either, and nights did get quite cold—

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Chapter Thirteen: “Kaleidoscope of Chaos”: A Yandere Kim Taehyung Story

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Taehyung waited patiently in the coffee shop for Jimin to arrive. 

He loved this place. 

Of course, they served coffee, which he wasn't necessarily fond of but they all had an assortment of milk teas and delicious drinks. 

Also, because the weather was warming, they were bringing out all the refreshing summery flavors and berry  pastries. 

Herbed cheeses and soft fluffy breads. 

And the owners were very respectful of all their patrons and incredibly welcoming to him any time he came by. 

They also gave him a more secluded spot near the back with a wonderful view of their little herb garden with a bird bath where the little critters were often heard chirping. 

He sipped his drink, the refreshing flavors of strawberry and lemon had his tastebuds singing.

"Hey." 

He glanced up just as Jimin took a seat across from him. 

His dark hair swept beneath a black cap and his dark eyes sparkling. 

Jimin loved people, especially Taehyung- one of his closest friends and he was usually down for quality time together. 

That was one of his many love languages and something the two of them had in common. 

Taehyung returned the greeting as he signaled the staff that they were ready to order. 

"So where's the missus?" he teased but Taehyung noted with a satisfaction that he loved hearing someone refer to her as his.  

"Out shopping." Taehyung said.   

"Oh, I wish she would've taken Hobi hyung with her.  He's been moaning about all morning. I think he's just bored." Jimin said before smiling at the waitor that came to take their order. 

Effectively, charming the poor boy. 

Taehyung surpressed a laugh. 

Jimin collected people like pokemon and most men, whether they wanted to admit it or not, usually found themselves a little enchanted with him. 

He had duality down in spades. 

Fierce and handsome one moment but then adorable and cute the next. 

The both of them placed their orders. 

Taehyung decided on their special, the 'springtime pasta salad' with fried pork belly and a refill of his strawberry lemonade while Jimin opted for their garden vegetable stew and something called a 'goddess refresher'. 

"Is hyung staying with you again?" Taehyung asked. 

Jimin nodded, "He's having his kitchen renovated and you know how he is with cleaning up.  He actually ended up being in the way more than he was helping so I offered that he just stay at my place for a bit.   He's fine.  Like I said, he's just bored." 

"Ah." Taehyung nodded. "But at least it's not horribly unsettling. I mean, the two of you were roommates for a long time." 

"We were ALL crammed together for a while or have you forgotten that we all could've identified as sardines for a few years?" Jimin smirked and Taehyung laughed remembering it well.  "But yeah, it's not a big deal really. He's just gotten used to his home and his stuff and really he's just bored.  He just needs to get out.  Maybe he and Jess can go out shopping one day.   You know he'd spoil her." 

Taehyung quelled his initial reaction of jealousy and tried to play it off with humor. 

"He could try.  She rarely lets me.   She's Miss Independant, ya know.   She can do everything for herself." he said. 

"That's good though." Jimin said.  "At least you know she doesn't want you for your money or fame." 

Taehyung schooled his words. 

That was the least of her concerns and he knew it but he also knew that if it were, she could have it in seconds and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. 

He'd know where to start but she was ridiculously intelligent and he'd bet money on it that she'd have already erased the trail before the police could do anything. 

But it didn't matter, because she just wanted him and he'd willingly cut his heart out and give it to her if she asked. 

"Though, I can't say I could blame anyone if they did.   She's adorable.   Her squishy little cheeks." Jimin laughed.  

Taehyung was finding it harder and harder to fight off the urge to snap. 

And just as the waiter returned with their food, he did. 

"Do you want to fuck her?" he asked, pointedly staring at Jimin who all but choked on his spit. 

The waitor flushed from embarassment of having to stand there and witness this and hurriedly made himself scarce. 

"Taehyung!" Jimin admonished.  "What the hell?"

"Do. you. want. to. fuck. her?" he asked again. 

Jimin's brows furrowed at his friend, "Jesus, Taehyung.  No, I do not want to have sex with your girlfriend." 

"Well, you like her, don't you?" he asked. 

Jimin blinked, "Yes, Tae.  I like her.  I think she's a wonderful woman and yes, she's very cute.   And you and her are very similiar so it's easy to be around her.  But -"

"Cut it out, Jimin.  I know you.  I know what you look like when you've got a crush.  And you have one, on my girlfriend." he said, leveling his friend with a stare. 

Jimin's gaze hardened a bit, "Ok, fine, Taehyung.  Yes, she's cute and yes, I may have a bit of a crush but you know better than this.   You're my best friend and I can very much see how crazy you are about one another." 

'Oh you have no idea.' Taehyung thought to himself. 

He stared at Jimin for a few moments longer before his face relaxed. 

"Good." he said, picking up his fork for his dish and Jimin rolled his eyes at the whole situation before taking a swig of the sparkling green drink he'd ordered. 

 "And besides. " Taehyung laughed. "I mean, it's not like you could please her like I can anyway." 

Jimin froze, brows furrowing as those usually beautifully, warm dark eyes hardened. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked. 

Taehyung smirked, "Nothing.  It's just that she and I are meant to be which means we have a deep connection.   I know every inch of that woman's body.  No one can please me like she can and no one can please her like I can.  No matter how much of a crush they might have on her." 

Jimin gnawed on his lip. 

He didn't say it but Taehyung sounded fucking crazy. Part of him wanted to attribute it to jealousy but there was something stirring in his stomach that told him something was seriously off. 

Jimin grew very, very worried. 

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Hello can I have a male matchup for The Vampire Diaries? Congratulations for the growing followers btw ✨

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 20 years old, 5'1", Southeast Asian. Chubby with brunette bob cut hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. My style is in between soft grunge and soft punk but loves to wear Korean makeup style

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: INFJ (last time I checked at MBTI test), my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh for stupid reasons), nerdy, actually sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), and unbothered to be true to myself, clumsy, stubborn, hopeless romantic, young-at-heart, unfortunate and inattentive. I have "no bs" towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times, small mistakes leads me to provoke me even more that sounds like a drama queen, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (from rock to kpop), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit

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The way your laugh would uplift his spirits, he would become the happiest version of himself around you. His cheesy pick up lines, nervous nature and horrible jokes would be appreciated when around you.

He loves when there’s finally down time between vampire hunting, that’s when he can graciously lose when versing you in video games. He can finally relax and spend some quality time with you.

He is soft and sweet, will love you with all his heart until the day you die. At times he can grow too serious or drift away from the ones he loves, however with you by his side, you will ground him. With you, he will soon realise that life is more than surviving, it about enjoying the moment and spending time with the ones you love.

What he loves most is your fiery personality, with the way the world is, there needs to be someone out there willing to fight for what they believe in. And he will be the guy right behind you, cheering you on or offering his hand to help when needed.

A/N: This was my first one, I hope you liked it and it turned out the way you wanted. Thank you!

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Unfreeze #2

Back once again to the typographical coal face, trying to make writing feel as natural as breathing. Trying to make anxiety a manageable overlay. Trying to foster that elusive quality: hope.

I’m caught between two minds about what to write about. Two minds? Heck, twelve minds, twenty minds, a mindstorm. Fragments of sentences pinwheeling haphazardly through consciousness. A cartoon twister of letters and punctuation.

I walk my kids to school. And I see litter dropped and chucked every which way. And it makes me sad, because what did that copse do wrong to get pelted with beer cans? Why can’t the other children carry their wrappers to the bins? Why do the teenagers set the bins on fire? It makes me sad, so I try to help. I take my litter-picking gear, and I fill a bag or two. But within a few days you couldn’t tell I’d passed. And if the humans can’t even handle their own personal litter production, how the hell are they going to manage the sort of societal change needed to put a dent in climate change? Sometimes I feel a class of creature apart from the humans. I don’t understand how they function, and they don’t understand me. But still, I make plans in my head to take my gear on Wednesday and pick the route home from school - one thin strip of peace through a neighborhood of debris.

Anxiety is a horrible experience. A nerve-jangling klaxon that screams danger! danger! So we search for the danger, and finding nothing obvious, settle into a highly-strung stake-out, waiting for the hidden threat to rear its head. All the while heart hammers and stomach flips. Breakfast has to be forced down one reluctant bite at a time. Cigarettes offer themselves up like willing sacrifices, robed in white. Minutes are lost staring vacantly. Juxtaposed with a rush of activity, actions taken to appease the demand that we deal with the danger. I can’t find the danger, but can I offer you a clean kitchen?

I’ve started reading a new book - The Great Troll War by Jasper Fforde. It’s the fourth (and final) in a series. Once I’ve finished this book, I think I’ll have read everything Fforde has written - unless he’s dropped something recently that I haven’t seen. I have a complex (overly complex) system for tracking my reading lists. I realized some time ago (circa 2012) that I’d fallen into a pattern of re-reading my favourite books over and over again. So I set myself a mission to read every book to have won a main Locus award since 1980. There are three main Locus Awards - best Sci-Fi, best Fantasy, and best Young-Adult. I enjoyed working my way through the various winners, introducing me to a whole bunch of new authors. So I expanded that quest to cover the Hugo and Nebula awards too. I also set-up a list to help me finish the many series I had on the go - and as I found new series through the award winner lists, I used that ‘finishing the series’ list to track the rest of those. Then I needed another list to track my personal pantheon of literary gods - the writers who I will read everything they write, regardless of whether it wins any awards. And then another list for the books I received as gifts. And then, I felt like I’d been good enough at my lists to earn a bit more freedom (within the boundaries of a list-based methodology) so I started two more lists for personal selections - one for stand-alone books I just like the look of, and the same for series. So I have all these different lists (on spreadsheets of course) and then a master list of outstanding books to be read.

Anyway - my point was - Jasper Fforde is on my pantheon list - and once I’ve got less than three authors with outstanding books on that list, I allow myself to add another writer to the Pantheon. I’ve got ten writers on that top shelf at the moment (Pratchett, Adams, Hamilton, Mieville, Butcher, Fforde, Harkaway, Stephenson, Bujold & Jemesin), and I’m not sure who I would add next. Something to ponder.

While part of me is pleased just to push through this phase of my fear-of-writing cycle, there’s another part of me that’s unimpressed and impatient. Why am I wasting words on this drivel when I’ve got books to be writing? And more importantly, how can it be fair for me to leave another writer hanging?

I was critiquing some books another Tumblr writer had written - I’ve read three of their books, but only sent them notes on two - and did some small amount of mental falling-apart midway through writing the notes on the third. And leaving them waiting for so long definitely falls under the banner of Letting People Down. Which is kind of my kryptonite.

So I need to stay focused (to some extent) that the point of this wordsmithing physio is to get me strong enough to finish those notes, and then get back to my own books. This is not an end in itself. This is only temporary. But while even this is hard, I need to temper expectations of myself. Until you can run a 5K, stop thinking about ultra-marathons. And I can’t run a 5K. I can’t walk to the end of the street without getting out of breath. So be kind, feel compassion, and be patient. It will come, in time. As long as you don’t rush it. As long as you’re not a dick to yourself. And I think I can do that.

How we doing on word-count? Nine-forty-three. Not bad. Nearly there.

Again, I shall post this on Tumblr with no real expectation of finding an audience - mostly just because I think it’s the right thing to do. My last ‘any words will do exercise’ got a single human response. And I said if I got one I’d call it a win. I won.

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n Baltimore, MD: 2nd PLEA & SUPER URGENT! "Baby Girl" the BEAUTIFUL & Smart 3 Year old Tri-Colored Shepherd LOVEBUG! From HORRIBLE Past! MD SPCA!

Baby Girl Needs Rescue

3 years, 56lbs

Video: Baby Girl needs rescue! #mdspca #animalrescue #rescue

Dear Rescuers,

We are reaching out to you with an urgent plea for help to rescue a beautiful dog named Baby Girl. This lovely tri-color shepherd was found as a stray, running scared on the roads, and it's evident that she has had a rough time out there. She has endured the hardships of life alone, resulting in roughed-up paws and a heart full of fear.

Fortunately, a kind-hearted individual found Baby Girl and noticed her potential for love and affection. Although she took some time to trust humans again, once she did, she blossomed into an absolute love bug, eager to shower her newfound human friends with affection. Unfortunately, the finders were not in a place to keep her while she waited for her stray hold and Baby Girl has now found herself at our shelter, but the environment has left her feeling frightened and unsure. However, she has quickly built trust with the behavior and now with kennel staff, which gives us hope for her future. She shows barrier reactivity when encountering unfamiliar shelter staff at doors, but we believe that a loving home environment will help her overcome this fear.

This intelligent girl already knows basic commands like sit and paw, and she truly enjoys playful activities, especially fetching tennis balls and playing with squeaky toys. But what sets her apart is her incredible social skills with other dogs. Baby Girl is adored by her fellow shelter dogs, and she has shown a remarkable ability to get along with dogs of all sizes. In fact, we use her as a neutral dog when testing other dogs due to her exceptional socialization.

We firmly believe that Baby Girl's true potential will shine in a loving and stress-free home. She has demonstrated that she is crate-trained, adding to her list of positive qualities. All she needs is a patient, caring family who can give her the time and space she requires to flourish.

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Medical notes:

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[tooweirdforyou]

How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

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Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

-

Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

-

Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

-

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

-

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

-

Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

-

Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

-

Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

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Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

-

Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

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Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

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Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

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16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

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Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

-

A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

reblogs are highly appreciated!

[saabbi]

Regret - part 1

Genshin Impact

Adeptus!reader & father figure!zhongli

Part 2, part 3

Characters: Zhongli

Warnings: [CRAP QUALITY] Angst, grammatical errors

Summary: Adeptus!Reader and father figure!Zhongli, where Zhongli is a father figure to you- or once was. Until the archon war broke out, where you were forced to send to the Tsarista in means of a peace treaty. You are the child he failed to raise, the child he abandoned. He did not expect to reunite with you after millenniums, on yet another battlefield, only to witness how you’ve changed, the irreversible mistakes and decisions he had made.

Notes: A very sudden idea I had. In here,Zhongli feels as if he has failed as a dad. In here, Xiao, Ganyu and reader are around the same age and grew up together as fellow adepti, and zhongli raised you three like his own children. Until the war broke out, when he decided that protecting Liyue is more important than his young adeptus child, and brutally sent reader off as a political gift, only to find out reader has been raised as a killing machine, a war tool by the Tsarista when they once again reunite in yet another war. Also posted on ao3

Zhongli watched as the bloody corpses laid beneath your feet, the field splattered in the ugly red of blood, the horrible stench filling up the surrounding air. Inazuma had declared war on Liyue, and Liyue was severely short in manpower and resources after the incident caused by Childe. As compensation for causing such a huge mess, the Tsarista offered to deliver one of her treasured harbingers, the twelfth harbinger, to aid Liyue’s battle.

His heart almost stops at the sight of you, eyes widening. He wasn’t expecting you, not you, not the adeptus he gave up on. The child he abandoned.

“You’ve grown up.” He tried to stay as composed as possible, hoping the shakiness in his voice was not obvious. His eyes wavered dangerously, ineffable emotions rising up his chest.

“It has, Zhongli.” You are all tall now, unlike the small child you once were, even taller than Xiao who is more or less the same age as you. Your voice deepened a lot more, no longer having the childishness in it. You had a firm and well developed figure, muscles bulging as you gripped your sword, scars on your body visible.

Zhongli’s hand trembled, feeling as if he’d break down any time soon. He didn’t know why you appeared so emotionless, he didn’t know why your arms, you legs- where cloth didn’t cover, scars showed. He hasn’t visited Snezhnayan ever since the archon war, he never once heard of how you are over there. He felt guilty, ashamed, and avoided any sort of information relating to you. After millenniums of separated from you, he never saw you back. This surprise from the Tsarista, surely she knows what’s up when she sent you over to aid Liyue.

“How have you been?” He tried hard not to stutter. Zhongli never actively sought for information of you for millenniums, but you never left his mind, the precious child who he failed to raise.

“Okay.” Your answer was short and cold, you didn’t show any sort of disgust or hatred towards him, however. You gaze, much like your lonely figure, was cold and dull.

What happened to you after he sent you away? What made you like this? He recalled you running gleefully around the city with Xiao, your smile as bright as the sun when you held hands with Ganyu and Xiao, sitting on the three children’s father figure- him, giggling as you write your wishes on the lanterns and releasing them. The time the four of you enjoyed a nice day of picnic, the times all three of his precious children spent their time together like a real family. Everything went downhill afterwards.

“I’ve always regretted it.” The rushing memories and overwhelming emotions took the best of him, as he clenched his chest and the bitter words spilling from his mouth.

“I’m not sure how to respond to that, Zhongli.” You stared down at the archon, watching him as his eyes reflected your figure, and pain.

“Aren’t you mad at me? Don’t you resent me? For abandoning you? For giving you up to trade peace with the Tsarista?” Zhongli’s voice cracked.

“No. I feel nothing. So I suppose you shouldn’t feel guilt ridden too. You did it for the safety of Liyue, after all.” You answered plainly, not understanding his intentions of bringing up what happened long ago in the past at all.

Zhongli knew, knew how you became an emotionless doll, knew how you could not feel anything from the way you slaughtered the battlefield without batting an eye, from the way your dull eyes looked and your words containing no sort of emotion in them. He had a hunch that you would not leave a string of attachment in this world if you died. You couldn’t feel anything. The very last time he witnessed you displaying intense and genuine emotions, was when he agreed to give you up, when he decided to sacrifice you to the Tsarista. You were still a very young adeptus back then, weeping as the Fatui rips you apart from zhongli’s side, screaming as you watched zhongli only stood afar, letting the fatui take you away, eyes widening in despair as the small hands you reached out in attempt to grab Zhongli’s hand, but his figure didn’t budge to reach for you. That was the last time he saw you, when you still had emotions, when your true feelings are displayed on your face like any other regular human. It was all his fault, you were no longer the precious child who loved the world. Zhongli would have preferred if you resented him, if you screamed at him for abandoning you with such ease, hated him for throwing away the family-like bond you shared like it was nothing.

Zhongli wanted to hug you, to beg for forgiveness, to say that he’s sorry. But he knows he doesn’t deserve to do this. After you were forced to leave with the Tsarista, Xiao and Ganyu changed, drastically. They grew further apart, no longer the close friends they once were, Ganyu indulged herself in endless piles of work; Xiao being closed off to others and distancing himself from humans. But nobody blamed Zhongli, nobody blamed him for giving you up. Zhongli doesn’t know what he should do anymore, how would he explain it to Xiao and Ganyu? How would they react when they see you? To see you moving under Tsarista’s order like a war tool, sweeping the battlefield without a single hint of emotion in your eyes.

“Will you return to Liyue...return to us?” He asked hopefully, extending a hand to you. Maybe he could still repair this broken relationship, maybe he could have his child back, have his children reunite and live on the same land again, maybe it was a chance offered by the Tsarista, to pick back up the abandoned child.

“I work under the Tsarista.” You watched as his hands extended out to you, in attempt to hold your hands. But you didn’t budge, not reaching out to the offered hands and only stared at them. It was his fault, Zhongli knows, it was all his fault, and the Tsarista was mocking him for it.

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If I Fell For You (Part 8) - Good Days, Bad Days

Summary: The reader has a special birthday surprise for Jensen and starts to get to know Jared more. When Jensen returns home from Toronto for good though, he and the reader have their first big fight and make more moves in their relationship...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, fighting, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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Thursday Night

“So how do you want me?” asked Jensen, leaning against his closet door in nothing but his boxer briefs. 

“Oh well that’s a dangerous question,” you laughed. “Jeans are fine for where I’m taking you.”

“Alright,” he said. He ducked into the closet and returned wearing only a pair of dark jeans, smirking at you with his hands behind his back.

“Being a little shit?” you asked.

“One of my best qualities,” he said. You hummed and went past him into the closet. “So what should I be wearing on this date out?”

“I’m kinda a sucker for you a henley and flannel. Not to let that go to your head at all,” you said.

“Oh you should never watch Supernatural then,” he chuckled, grabbing a long sleeve white henley off the hanger and pulling it on.

“I did sort of start watching it,” you said. “You look like a little baby that hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

“I got better with age, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Oh yes you did,” you said. “I like it. It’s kinda scary but not too bad if you watch during the day.”

“It gets less scary pretty fast,” he said, putting on his red and gray flannel. “I all set?”

“You look very pretty,” you said, walking out with him on your tail. “So does the show end happy? Like they live? It’s got this angsty feel to it where I feel like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Do you want me to spoil it?”

“Dean doesn’t like die, right,” you said. He made a face and you frowned. “No. Why? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Eh, calm yourself woman. Things could happen in the future...he might not have to die...or he might come back and I really shouldn’t be discussing these things.”

“You’d do more?” you asked.

“Oh for sure. On a streaming network where we get to do all the shit we couldn’t on cable. Get some fresh eyes in on the writing or maybe we’d even take a crack at it. It’s not really an if, more of a when so don’t go worrying about Dean. I like my new friends at work and everybody’s great but I miss Jared and my old ones. I’m definitely working with them again.”

“That’s great! Now come on, move that tush. We have reservations.”

“Reservations. Fancy,” he said. He put on a pair of socks and shoved his wallet in his pocket, following you out to the hall when you spun around. 

“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “You may also have a little birthday surprise waiting for your downstairs so eyes shut mister.”

“You’re devious. I like that. I like that a lot. We should explore that later in bed.”

“Tempting. I’ll have to take you up on that,” you said. “Eyes shut.”

You held his hand and he shut his eyes, going down the hall with you. You went slowly down the steps, Jensen’s arm around you the whole time. You grinned and walked him over to the family room before leaving him in place.

“Open,” you said. He blinked open his eyes, quickly landing them on a grinning Jared standing there.

“How the hell are you here?” said Jensen, Jared giving him a big hug he quickly returned. “Shit I missed you man.”

“Me too. But it’s someone’s birthday this week and I don’t have work tomorrow so I caught a flight up this afternoon. Y/N thought I’d make a good present.”

“Fucking awesome present,” he said, still grinning ear to ear. 

“You doing okay?” asked Jared, Jensen nodding. He gave him another hug and you smiled. “So how’s that crush on the nanny working out?”

“Shut up,” said Jensen, smirking as he pulled you into his side. “Jared. I know you guys met already but Y/N is your soon to be best friend just as an fyi.”

“Oh we’ve already started chatting,” you said, Jared chuckling. “He’s really sweet. I had to legit stop him from jumping on a plane that second when I texted him he thought something was wrong.”

“I think between the two of us we can keep an eye on him,” said Jared. “So you mind if I crash your date?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m taking both you boys out. My treat.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Jensen two hours later while he excused himself to the bathroom. Jared finished off the last of his beer and smiled as he leaned back in his corner of the booth. 

“You know I’m totally covering this right,” he said.

“Dutch?” you asked.

“I’ll take the alcohol, you take the food.”

“That I can agree to,” you said, glancing over the dessert menu. “I’m really happy you were able to come up to hang out. I know you got your own family and everything and this was last minute.”

“He’s my family too,” he said. “I’d do anything for him. Literally. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, no matter when or where. I’ll be there for him like he’s always been for me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a smile on his face like that before.”

“I have. You just didn’t notice that night at the bonfire.” You shrugged and he cocked his head. “How long you two been dating?”

“A month or so,” you said. 

“You like him?”

“He’s alright,” you said, smiling before you took a sip from your glass. 

“Thanks for taking care of him lately.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that,” you said, sliding the dessert menu over to him.

“Yeah but I’m still going to,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier. Between the two of us he’ll be okay again.”

“He’s never gonna be the same. He’ll be happy and it won’t hurt as much. But it’ll come back and hit him time to time.”

“There’s a reason he’s my best friend and it’s not just because we worked together for so long. He’s always been there for me and I’ll be there for him. I feel better about him being up here when he’s got someone else watching his back.”

“You had the hard job, not me,” you said.

“He’s come a long way. Doesn’t mean this is a cakewalk though I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right about that,” you said as you spotted Jensen returning.

“You guys order dessert yet?” he asked, sliding in beside you.

“Why doesn’t the birthday boy pick,” teased Jared, handing the menu over to him. “You guys ought to come home for a weekend when you get a chance.”

“It’s kinda a long way to go with the kids for just a few days,” said Jensen. “But we’ll be home soon. Hopefully.”

“I can get you a gig on Walker anytime you want it dude, just ask.”

“Maybe. I kinda want to get with the guys and maybe work on that Supernatural stuff. I need good stuff to look forward to, you know?”

“I do,” said Jared. “As long as you come home eventually I’ll learn to live with just using your jet skis in the meantime.”

“See what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade?” asked Jensen.

“Oh yes. He’s horrible,” you teased. “We really shouldn’t have him sleepover then, should we?”

“You’re staying at the house?” asked Jensen with a grin.

“Duh. I didn’t just fly a thousand miles to not see you dude. I’m here all weekend. Let’s have some fun.”

“Boys I’m heading to bed,” you said around two in the morning. 

“Yeah we ought to go to bed ourselves,” said Jared.

“I’ll grab you some sheets and stuff,” said Jensen. You waved goodnight to Jared, heading down the hall towards your room when Jensen wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me from now on.”

“I am. Want to check something real quick.”

“Hurry back,” he said. He kissed your temple and ducked into his room, leaving you in the hall. You went down to your own and checked your email, smirking when you saw what you were looking for. A rattling of fingers on the door made you glance up, Jensen smiling there. “Texting your other boyfriend?”

“No, I sort of...submitted one of my stories to a publisher. They’ve been talking to me this week and said they’d get back to me today on if they wanted to move forward. They want to do a five book deal. I already have the stories done and mostly drawn anyways. They gave me an offer just now.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “Seriously. We’re gonna celebrate tomorrow for sure.”

“It’s no big deal,” you said.

“It really is,” he said. He picked you up and grinned, carrying you back to his room. “I’m proud of you.”

“They’re stupid stories,” you said.

“I love those stupid stories,” he said, setting you on the bed. “The kids do too.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re supposed to say that.” You set your phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers, Jensen pulling you into his chest when het got underneath.

“My children think their mom is really okay now. They don’t get sad anymore and they ask questions about her again and I don’t want to cry every time I talk about her because your story reminded me that the wolf dad can be happy again for him too. That’s really fucking important to me right now in life.”

“Okay Papa Wolf,” you said. You grinned and he returned it. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“Hey Jared,” you said as you answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Jensen at work?”

“Yeah. Late night again,” you said. “He’s answering texts between breaks I think.”

“Cool,” he said.

“You need something?” you asked. 

“No, no. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to him for a minute,” he said. He was a little quiet and you sat down on the couch. 

“You want to talk to me?” you asked.

“That’s okay.”

“Jared...Jensen and I are starting to get serious which means we’re gonna be together a lot considering how you two can’t go more than a day without talking. We can be good friends too,” you said. He was quiet and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too corny.

“I uh, I have bad days sometimes. Really normal days can be bad days in my head. It’s kinda how I was built I guess,” he said. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said. “Today a bad day?”

“Kinda. Nothing happened. I had a normal day at work and home. I’m just off. He um...Jensen makes me feel better as lame as that sounds. Just talking for a few minutes helps my head get on track that somebody really does care.”

“He’s very good like that,” you said. “I know you mean the world to him. You’re his brother. It’s not lame that he makes you feel better. You make him feel better too. I owe you a lot for taking care of him after the accident.”

“I much prefer when I’m the one freaking out and he takes care of me,” chuckled Jared. “You guys coming home soon?”

“He’s got a few weeks left of filming but I might head down a little earlier, try to get the house sorted out down there with the kids and stuff,” you said. “He’s literally counting down the days.”

“He really likes working on the show though I thought.”

“Oh he does but he’s got a big circle on the calendar for the fifthteenth called Jared day. I think your boy is planning something fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “You mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot, buddy,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Do you love him?” he asked. 

“Going full throttle out of the gate I see,” you said.

“I know. I know how he talks about you though. There’s no...casual relationship with him.”

“Well I haven’t said it to him yet and he hasn’t said it to me so...maybe another time I’ll be able to answer that question.”

“It’s been almost four months. You get to spend more time together than most couples starting out. I’d think you know by now,” he said.

“I do. But he deserves to hear it before anyone else,” you said. 

“So you love him.”

“Most things I love have a habit of going away,” you said. 

“He won’t,” he said. “You do more than make him happy, Y/N. A lot more.”

“I just wish he didn’t hurt.”

“He hurts a lot less lately. Some of that’s time and some of it’s you. Enjoy being one of his best friends. He doesn’t let that many people in that close.”

“I know. We were supposed to be talking about you I thought.”

“Eh, sometimes I just need the talk. Thanks. I got somebody else I can call now too.”

“It’s never a problem,” you said.

“It’s getting late there. I’ll let you go. Thanks for talking, really. I feel better.”

“Anytime Jared.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

“Doug you’re a lifesaver,” you said as finished washing Jensen’s truck in the driveway back home in Austin. He smiled as he wiped off his hands and gave Arrow a wave goodbye. 

“I owed you for that 3am incident,” he said. “You got easy kids. Mine are vultures.”

“Yes, yes they are,” you laughed. He gave you a kiss on the check and smiled as he headed back for his car, another one coming down the open driveway. “Later Doug.”

“Later,” he said. Jensen exited the back of the car along with his backpack and a suitcase, the car pulling out, Doug following after.

“Hey. How was the flight?” you asked.

“Who was that?” he asked, dropping his bags on the pavement.

“Oh that’s just Doug. He’s a nanny. I needed an extra set of hands today watching the kids trying to finish up these chores before you got home and it was perfect timing,” you said. You smirked and walked over to kiss him, Jensen taking a step back. “Something wrong?”

“You kissed him.”

“No. I didn’t. He kissed my cheek,” you said. Jensen narrowed his eyes and you scoffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Seriously? He’s my friend.”

“That kisses you.”

“He’s affectionate,” you said. “Also he’s kinda married so you can tone it down with the judgemental looks.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You’re right. You should be able to kiss whoever you want despite being in a relationship,” he said. He grabbed his bags and brushed past you inside. You grumbled and went after him, finding him upstairs in his room. “What?”

“What stick is up your ass today? I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. None of us have and you’re in a bad mood.”

“I was perfectly happy until I saw you kissing somebody else.”

“I wasn’t kissing him!”

“It didn’t look like that from my perspective.”

“Jensen.”

“Is this just a little game to you? You get bored of the older guy with kids finally?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you just got caught finally.”

“I don’t cheat,” you said, getting in his face. “He kissed my cheek. I’ll call him to come back and explain this situation right now but I apparently you just think I’m a cheater.”

“Well maybe you are. Geez, we’ve been together over four months and no real sex yet? Cause that’s not sending red flags.”

“Because you weren’t fucking ready!” you shouted. “I’m not your wife and I’m never gonna be her. Don’t be mad at me for it.”

“No that’s for sure,” he said.

“The kids are in the front yard. Don’t expect me back today,” you said. You stormed downstairs and into your room, shoving some things in a bag before taking your purse and getting behind the wheel of your car. 

You were seeing red by the time you were out of the suburbs. You slammed your hand against the wheel and shouted.

“You fucking asshole,” you said. You sniffled and drove for a bit before finally pulling off. You drove down a long road, rolling your eyes when of course you passed by his brewery. You’d never been but he’d told you about it more than once. You kept going down the road, eventually finding a park to pull into. You shut off the car and shut your eyes, a knock on the window making you jump. You put down your window when you saw a cop there and did your best to wipe off your face.

“You’re double parked,” he said. 

“What?”

“You’re parked on the line,” he said. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you said. You could feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, the officer reaching into a pocket and handing you a tissue. “Thanks.”

“Best not to drive when you’re upset,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna sit here for a little while,” you said with a nod.

“Probably not a great idea to sit in a car next a playground,” he said. “The mom’s are kinda intense around here.”

“Of course they are,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why don’t you move your car and you can join me on my patrol,” he said. “It’s only a short walk. Fresh air might do you good.”

“Last time I talked to another man my boyfriend sorta freaked out on me so maybe not a good idea,” you said. You blew your nose and realized what you’d said, the officer staring down. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why don’t we take that walk so I can find out what you did mean.”

Two minutes later you were walking next to the cop. He had a baseball cap on and was in all black. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t boiling considering it was May in Austin.

“This boyfriend got a name?”

“You gonna run his name or something?” you asked.

“Do I need to?” he asked. You shook your head and he smiled. “He the jealous type? He get angry over you talking to other men?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it doesn’t get uncomplicated I might have to pay this boyfriend a visit you understand.”

“His wife died last June.”

“Okay. I understand part of the complicated thing now.”

“Why’s he gotta be a dick? Called me a cheater,” you said. You crossed your arms and the cop chuckled. “Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t call me a dick we don’t got a problem. Did you cheat on him?”

“No. He...he works away and he just got home today and my guy friend was over helping me with watching my boyfriends kids while I did some chores and my guy friend is like, a really affectionate guy and he kissed my cheek as my boyfriend was coming in and my boyfriend thinks I was kissing him back and been cheating on him for the past three weeks.”

“Why don’t you just call the guy friend over to explain?”

“He got so pissed so fast and accused me of cheating. I’ve been dating him for nearly five months and he brings up the fact we haven’t had sex yet like that even matters when I’ve been holding back for him and he just blows up on me for fucking nothing,” you said.

“You’re both stubborn people, aren’t ya,” he said.

“Maybe,” you grumbled.

“Maybe this guy is scared and looking for a way out of the relationship. Or maybe he thinks you want out. You mentioned kids. That’s not easy.”

“He’s also...older. There’s an age gap. I was the nanny and now I’m the girlfriend nanny. He’s also kinda...famous,” you said.

“So there’s a lot of stress in this relationship then.”

“No,” you said, dropping your arms to your sides. “It’s not like that.”

“Maybe the dumb bastard just got scared of losing someone again,” he said. “Just a theory.”

“I wish he wasn’t scared,” you said. “I don’t know how to make him not afraid.”

“You ever think maybe he said that because you’re getting in there pretty good now and he’s getting real scared that losing you might hurt just as bad as this wife did.”

“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot,” you said. 

“Talk to him. Get an apology and try to forgive him.”

“I already forgive him. I know him. He was scared and I got mad instead of realizing after so many weeks apart all he needed was a freaking hug.”

“Then go home and give him a hug,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod. “I must have looked like a hot mess or something.”

“Oh for sure,” he chuckled. You smiled and he laughed. “That looks better.”

“Jensen probably left like five messages on my phone by now,” you said. The cop you were with paused and smiled. “What?”

“A kinda famous Jensen. There’s really only one of those in town,” he said.

“Oh. Yeah. Please don’t share that he’s dating. He really wants to keep things private for a lot of reasons right now,” you said.

“He’s my buddy.”

“Your buddy?”

“We went to school together,” he said. “In tenth grade he went for a slide on second base, ripped his pants right down the middle. His hanes bright blue covered ass still managed to get around to home base.”

“He split his pants in a baseball game?” you smiled.

“I know quite a few of his dirty secrets,” he said. “I don’t really know that whole acting thing but him I know and that must make you Y/N. You ever in trouble kid, ever just got a bad feeling and want a cop to come by, give me a call.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took his card. “You really think he’s a dumb bastard?”

“Oh knowing it’s him, 100%. Give him a break. We like him when he smiles,” he said.

“I’m gonna give him a call,” you said. “We should hang out sometime now that Jensen has a break.”

“Definitely. I gotta finish my patrol,” he said. “Take care Y/N.”

“Bye,” you said as you headed back towards your car. You pulled out your phone and saw seven missed calls and twelve unread texts. You tapped the screen and put the phone up to your ear, only ringing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” said Jensen.

“Me too.”

“I’m the one that...shit I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what happened.”

“You missed me and you were scared and seeing Doug probably hurt like a bitch,” you said.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be the stupid jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not too far from your brewery if you want to meet there. Get a beer. Blow this over,” you said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Stop apologizing. I want to give you a hug,” you said. 

“I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes?” he asked.

“I’ll see you soon honey.”

“Hi,” said Jensen as you sat at a quiet table in the back, sipping on a beer and eating a piece of pizza. You smiled and stood up, giving him a hug. He tucked his head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey we survived our first big fight as a couple,” you said. “That deserves beer and pizza.”

He sat down next to you, forcing a smile on his face. You reached over and cupped his cheek, Jensen turning into it. 

“Please forgive yourself,” you said.

“I don’t really want to,” he said.

“You called me a cheater. I get what I want today and that’s for you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know why I said that.”

“Jensen,” you said, stroking his cheek. “I love you.”

He stared at you, a different look in his eyes, the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking through. You inched closer and slid your hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He felt softer than usual, lips barely moving against yours. 

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned. “I have loved you for a very long time.” You kissed him again, Jensen returning it. 

He left his arm around your back, smirking when you did the same to him.

“Can we forget about earlier?” you asked. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder.

“One last I’m sorry though,” he said.

“Just don’t call me that again and we’re all good, Jens,” you said. “Now eat some of this pizza so I don’t feel like a glutton.”

“I don’t have to slip into a superhero costume any more so dad bod here I come,” he chuckled.

“Does that mean Solider Boy meets some untimely end?”

“No spoilers,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be going back to that show. At least as often. I know I want to direct an episode of walker in the fall. I talked to Jared about it actually so that’ll be fun. I might do a duck and run guest appearance on it. I’ll line up something for next year but I want to be home for awhile, do work around here.” 

“I know quite a few people who would be more than okay with that,” you said. 

“Don’t make any plans for Saturday,” he smirked.

“I thought you were having your Jared day tomorrow.”

“Oh we are. Gen invited you and the kids over. She’d like to get to know you. You’ll love her,” he said.

“So what’s Saturday then?” you asked.

“I’d like to take you and the kids out on the boat. We haven’t been since before the accident. Maybe we can go out for dinner and put up the tent in the backyard, have a sleepover out there with the kids.”

“That sounds fun.”

“And...I’d like to maybe next week take you out for the day, just us, maybe...spend the night somewhere,” he said.

“Like a hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. Or the kids can have a sleepover at Jared’s. Maybe.” He glanced down and you moved your arm from his back, reaching behind yourself to hold his hand. Green eyes flickered over to yours and you smiled. “I’m-”

“You know if you keep apologizing about earlier I’m not going to have sex with you,” you said. “That’s just facts.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “No more apologies. Aside from...I really am sorry about what I said. I’m the one that’s been holding back and not once have you asked for more.”

“We said we’d take it slow and that’s okay,” you said. He squeezed your hand and nodded. “I don’t like you because you’re attractive or your hair is great or your arms are massive. Having fun with you is fun but that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t know if I can give you things you want,” he said.

“Just give me you and that’s good with me,” you said.

“Okay,” he said quietly. You scooted closer to him, Jensen tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Let’s do it now.”

“Uh, what?” you said, taking a sip from your beer.

“The kids aren’t home and I don’t want to wait and-”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you said, knocking back your beer and flipping the cardboard down over your pizza. He stared and you burped, picking up the box. “There’s like six slices left and this is too good to waste, even for sex.”

“You have literally never been more attractive than in this moment,” he said. 

“I could be.”

“I’ll see you at the house in twenty?”

“Yes you will Ackles.”

Forty minutes later you hand was slapping against his headboard, legs squeezed so tight around his waist you were shocked he wasn’t complaining. You moaned loudly as he teased your clit and he delivered one more hard thrust. He grunted as you gripped his shoulder with your other hand.

“Jensen,” you breathed out. “I’m right there. Please, please, please…”

You arched your back when he thrust hard, fingers rubbing just a bit rougher and you came all around him, every muscle tensed and riding out that high, long, deep, absolutely perfect orgasm. Jensen thrust a few more times before he groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, big panting breaths fanning over your skin. 

He was sweaty but pulled out slowly, plopping down on the bed beside you, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know about you but that was good,” he said. “Damn good.”

You giggled between breaths, nodding your head slightly. You tilted it over towards his, Jensen already staring at you with soft hooded green eyes. 

“Definitely damn good,” you breathed. His lips tugged up into a smile, warm and gentle, his head inching closer to you. You sat up and leaned down to kiss him, Jensen breaking off when he needed air. You trailed a finger down his chest before climbing out of bed and excusing yourself to the bathroom. After you cleaned up you found Jensen chucking the condom in the trash and wiping himself off quickly. 

“Come here you,” he said. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bed, laying you down carefully. “I’m big on after sex cuddling just so you know.”

“I find that to be a very attractive quality,” you said as he lay down. He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed the bunched up blanket, pulling it over the two of you. His arm slid under your head and he pulled you into his side, encouraging you to use him as a pillow. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” he said. He kissed your temple and let out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I never thought I’d be able to do that ever again. Let alone not feel bad about doing it,” he said.

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” he said. “Really. I know Dee would have been telling me to not worry so I didn’t. I don’t...I feel like I can talk about her again, you know?”

“You used to call her your wife a lot. Recently you’ve been saying her name more. I think you really are healing, Jensen.”

“I knew the second you left earlier I messed up. I dropped the kids off at Jared’s and then I wound up at the cemetery. I saw these purple flowers there. It’s kinda a different flower but they were her favorite. I’ve only ever told one other person those were her favorites,” he said. You traced your finger over his pec and rested your palm flat on his chest. “Why’d you put flowers there?”

“Why wouldn’t I Jensen?”

“That’s how I knew I can stop being so scared when it comes to you. Purple fucking flowers. You’re just…”

“I love you too,” you said, giving his whole body a squeeze. He returned it, holding you for a long time, neither one of you saying a word. It wasn’t until you noticed the light starting to change in the room that you both moved. 

“Y/N,” said Jensen when you sat upright. You looked over your shoulder, a smile on his face. “Do you want to stay upstairs with me from now on instead of your room? It’s okay if-”

“I’d love to,” you said. “To be honest, I slept up here the other night.”

“You did?” he asked as you nodded.

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I know three little faces that really missed you too,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go get the rascals.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!