mogiarty

[heeheegf]

Family’s friend- Lee H.

leeheeseungxfem!reader

heeseung and reader are “friends”, or better said, their families are friends. this up until they end up in the same room while being in a holiday all together.

warnings_ mention of smoking,cuss words, pet names,kissing,doggy position,fingering,breeding,aftercare,reader is very shy and innocent,heeseung is experienced.

reader is 18, heeseung is 23

minors DNI,mature content

i’ve written this at 2 a.m. so prolly there are some mistakes

“mom do i really have to share the room with him?” she says talking to her mother on the phone. “sweetie, we didn’t have anymore rooms available. this could be a way for you to become friends,right?” “yeah mom..” she glances at him across the room “anyway mom, i’m gonna take a shower now. talk to you later”. she hangs up the phone. she looks up again at him, this time he’s looking at her. she gets up and takes something from her bag. “do you wanna smoke heeseung?”, she says almost in a whisper. “yeah sure” he says as he stands up from the bed and walks out on the balcony.

they quietly sit outside, puffing on their cigarettes, but without even glancing at each other once. “do we really have to sleep on the same bed?” she breaks the silence “yup, no other room available according to our parents” he says, as she rolls her eyes. He chuckles and looks at her. "They did this in purpose you know? They're trying to make us get along…” he lets out an annoying laugh.” yeah whatever” "I think this time it'll work..." he says as he looks at her and blows smoke out of his mouth. “yeah no, i think i’ll pass” “c’mon, aren’t you excited to be rooming with me? you get the honour of staying in the same room as the amazing, talented, good looking heeseung.” he says jokingly in an exaggerated tone. “not even a little bit” she says with an annoyed face, “you’re so rude” he chuckles then blows smoke out of his mouth. “and you’re full of yourself” “it’s not my fault if it's true” he chuckles smugly “i mean look at me, i’m gorgeous.” “yeah and i’m ariana grande” he snickers “you're being dramatic. you can't deny how handsome i am." “keep dreaming heeseung” he laughs harder, noticing how mad she seems to be “you hate me and think I'm ugly... yet you still agreed to room with me. seem to me like you have a weird way of expressing your love for me." “i didn’t have a choice. i’d rather sleep on the floor than in the same bed with you” he chuckles “if you want, you could just sleep on me y’know~" he says teasingly. she makes a disgusted face as she seemed to be blushing a little bit. "so you think sleeping next to me is gross but you wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor? i swear girls never make sense… or do you have a crush on me? is that why you hate me? because you don’t want to admit your feelings?" he says jokingly as she avoids his gaze and shakes her head. his smirk turns smug as he sees her avoiding eye contact. “ooo, someone is blushing~” “i..i’m not..” he moves slightly closer to her and touches her cheek, turning her face towards him. “oh yeah? it doesn’t look like that to me.” he says as his smirk deepens. his touch was gentle and warm, enough to make her melt under it. she looks at him, but not in the eyes. his look deep and gentle. he stares at her as he brings her chin up with his hand so that she wouldn't be able to escape. “uhm.. i think i’ll go inside, it’s getting kinda chilly”. his smirk becomes even more mischievous.”nah. stay here and let's talk about how you really feel” his voice was warm and soothing, he looked deep into her eyes. his eyes glowed. “i feel okay. i’m great” "you’re avoiding my question. tell me how you really feel about me..." he says as he keeps his eyes fixed on hers. his gaze was like a spell, it was hard to look away and the tension in the air was getting thicker. “you’re.. uhm.. a family friend..” he laughs “so that’s how you feel about me? i’m just simply a family friend? nothing more?" she nods still unable to keep eye contact. “well, maybe this could be the perfect chance to get closer, don’t you think?” he leans even closer to her, their faces almost touching. his breathing gets heavier as he looks at her, their eyes locked together. “i..” she tries to say, but he takes his hand and puts it gently on her mouth, stopping her from speaking. he leans even closer to her. “shh, don't speak just yet... don't you think we could be more than family friends? don’t you have the sudden urge to kiss me?". she shakes her head, obviously lying. he grabs her face gently with his hand and strokes her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. he leans in slowly and moves his lips slightly towards her, only a few millimetres away by now. the air was heavy with the scent of her breath and the anticipation of what was to come, so much that it was almost suffocating. “just let me kiss you~". she closes her eyes and waits for him to do something. his voice lowers as he whispers: "good girl~". his breath is hot on her lips. only fractions of a second were separating their lips. he was still leaning towards her, about to kiss her. and then, there they are. they lips meet softly.

seconds, minutes passes around them as they move their lips like a slow but sensual dance. her lips are tinted in a cherry color, same with her cheeks. his hair is messy cause of her slim fingers pulling it slowly. as she feels out of breath she slowly pulls herself away from the kiss. he smiles at her and chuckles after she pulled away. “see? i knew you wanted it.” he says teasingly. “i..” he grins smugly, leaning back on his seat. “you didn’t deny it." he looks at her, still grinning. “you must have a soft spot for me. that’s why you hate me so much, because of your feelings for me. just like every girl, you’re just so damn embarrassed to admit it. because to be honest, i never thought a girl like you would be so easily attracted to a guy like me.” she doesn’t answer, she just tries to look away from him. “just tell me the truth, i promise i won’t make fun of you or something” he says in a caring and sweet voice “i just know you don’t like me, you always tease me and annoy me..”. he laughs once again at her words. he can’t believe how stubborn she is. she was so clueless yet he had so much fun messing with her like this. “and how do you know that exactly? i could be into you but you just won’t admit that I am.” he’s joking, obviously, but his eyes stay fixed on hers as a playful grin spreads on his face. “like i said, you always tease me for everything” she looks at him. “yeah, and for some reason you always take it to heart, that’s why I keep doing it. come on though, you know the only reason why I’m messing with you is cuz I think you’re cute, right?”. she shakes her head, she can’t believe this is happening. she gets up and tries to leave but he grabs her hand to stop her from getting up. “where do you think you're going? what, you want to run away from your feelings? just face it and admit it already. come on, let me hear you say it.". she is very embarrassed right now “i.. like..” "you like? you like what?" he says, teasingly. his grip firm on her hand, he smiles back in satisfaction as he sees how his words made her speechless. “..you” "me? me what? you like me? is that it?" he leaned closer and stared at her. she nods her head as she’s too shy to speak. this gave him the permission to grab her by the arm and pull her back in the room. he gently pins her against the wall. he kisses her cheek, slowly getting closer to her ear where he starts playing her lobe with his tongue. “am i your first?” he whispers in her ear, just to kiss her lobe again. she just nods, she feels too speechless and embarrassed cause this is happening to her. his eyes glow as he sees her nod. he was enjoying teasing her like this. so innocent and naive, so gullible. he couldn't help but let out a smirk. “does that mean I'm gonna have to take things really slowly with you, huh?" “y-yes..”. his eyes glow as he stares into her eyes. his voice is soft and tender as he speaks. “how come you haven't had a boyfriend yet?" “they don’t really like me because i get shy and embarrassed easely”. he presses his nose on her neck as he slowly kisses it “well.. they don’t know what they are loosing right how”. “heeseung..” she looks at him in the eyes, looking for an approval to speak. “you are used to girls who have already fucked?” “yeah, pretty much” “so does this mean you don’t wanna fuck tonight, right?” “hm, why are you asking this? i thought it was pretty clear. but yes, i would like to, if you want to and if you feel ready and comfortable”. as she hears those words, she grabs him by the collar of the hoodie and kisses him. this kiss was different from the previous kiss. it’s more passionate, it feels like they are trying to eat each other. they are tasting each other’s tongues, exploring their mouths.

he slowly pushes her on the bed. as he’s towering on her, he trails sweet kisses on her neck then down to her chest where he stays for some seconds teasing her sensitive nipples. she tries to contain her moans, but this doesn’t suit well to him. “mh? why are you trying to be quiet baby? let me hear you, let me hear how good i’m making you feel”. he starts undressing her from every piece of clothing she has on. he removes her shorts, and proceeds to remove her panties to. after he’s done undressing her, he makes his way in between her thighs, teasing her wet core. “already so wet baby?” he says as he looks up at her, who has covered her eyes in embarassement. he rubs her puffy clit, fingers slipping through her folds, and teasing her hole. “please hee.. do something”. he smirks, and puts a finger in her aching core. she lets out a quite loud moan. just like that he keeps rocking his fingers, making her see stars. his fingers move faster and faster as he feels her getting closer. “hee, i’m gonna cum..” she says before shaking and twitching on his fingers. he slowly removes his fingers from her, to then proceeding to undressing himself. “baby, do you wanna do a plain missionary?” he asks before positioning himself. “n-no, i want it like this”. she rolls on her stomach and raises her ass upwards. he smirks as playfully slaps her bum. “you’re so naughty”. he positions himself between her legs before slowly putting his tip, then his whole length inside of her. she puts her head in between the pillows to suffocate the moans. he puts his hands on her hips and rocks them on his member. he stills tries to keep himself calm to not hurt her. but she keeps pushing her hips to his, trying to get some more. he notices, and grabs a hand full of her hair and pulls her up. “if you want more, just ask for it baby..” he says before starting to rail her up. she’s moaning (or should i say shouting) his name nonstop. she has her eyes closed, she’s panting, and she’s definitely enjoying it as she’s clenching on him. as the clenches get more frequent, he can feel she’s about to come. this time she doesn’t even say it, she just twitches and her moans get higher in pitch. he cums in her, and after a few thrusts he pulls himself out, watching his hot cum slipping out of her.

she falls out of breath on the bed, followed by him. “you did so good baby for your first time” he says as he pulls her closer to his chest. he keeps stroking her hair, telling her how good she did. he hugs her until he feels she has fallen asleep in his arms. finally he is with the girl he has always loved ever since they were kids.

hii babes, this is my first story. i hope you liked it. lmk if there are some mistakes, and send any asks if you’d like to see me writing something else. kisses

-sasa🫶🏻

[jvnluvr]

nightplumes ; sylus ♡

author's note: hello... it's been like a year. >< blog will be going under some theme changes soon- and i'm writing for love and deepspace as well. not proofread. loosely based on sylus' 'nightplumes' card but majorly just fluff written by yours truly. comments and feedback are appreciated! otherwise enjoy soft sylus, <3

after a quick ride out of the N109 zone, you and sylus reach a somewhat secluded bridge with the dove he had been taking care of over the past week. you perch the dove onto his hand, giving him a nod as he releases it back into the wild. you look up as you watch it fly off into the distance, a tiny smile making its way to your lips knowing it'll find its way somewhere. you move your hands into your jacket, letting out a sigh as you turn back to sylus, who is surprisingly looking at you intently. "what's wrong?" you question, moving slightly towards him as you notice the city lights behind his figure.

he remains silent, putting his hands into his pockets before turning around to view the scenery. you tilt your head slightly, confused by his demeanour; yet, you have little time to ponder upon it as you hear a sudden burst in the sky. your head whips up and a beautiful array of fireworks lights up the area in front of you, the light falling of snow making the sky seem all the more magical. you run up next to sylus, leaning against the side of the bridge to get a closer look at him.

the light of the fireworks is reflecting in his eyes... he looks... surprised?

"...sylus, i've noticed that whenever you want to protect something, you always make sure to protect it well." you breathe out, continuing to look at him. "whether that be a dove or a person."

he turns around, raising an eyebrow at you as he replies, "is it only when i'm willing?"

you think, only for a moment, before saying, "yeah, only when you want to do it."

you pursed your lips before turning back to the view in front of you. the lights of the ongoing fireworks reflect into the river underneath. it's peaceful for another moment, only the wind breezing past you two before sylus speaks again.

"you think too highly of me. i'm not a philanthropist." his words almost send another gust of cold wind into your face. almost.

but you don't really seem to care about the meaning of his words in this moment.

"doesn't matter. after all,-" you look at him once again, "i'm not a dove that needs your protection."

sylus lets out a little sound, turning his head to the side before looking back at you. "...is that so?" he questions, to which you give a little nod.

another couple of seconds pass, and you both return to watching the fireworks in silence. they're stunning, but there's a lingering tension amid the air, which makes you gaze back at sylus. he notices your staring, turning in your direction once again.

"what?" he says in a curt voice.

"there's snow in your hair." you point out.

sylus immediately moves his head down, closer to your face as he replies, "help me."

you reach out your hand and lightly tussle his hair, the snowflakes quickly dissipating as they fall to the ground. you let yourself smile again, finding it a bit silly that he asked you to remove the snow. as you pull your hand away, he grabs onto it for a moment, only to quickly let go as he sees your eyes widen. and once again, you both turn back to watch the fireworks.

the silence is a bit awkward...

"the fireworks are pretty, aren't they?" you muse, putting one hand on the ledge before looking at sylus.

his crimson eyes bore into yours; yet, a gentle smile lights up his face, moving his fingers to draw a small cat into the snow. is it supposed to be you? you didn't realize the leader of onichynus would be so playful.

"pretty, like a little kitten i see here," he remarks, finishing his tiny drawing with a smug expression.

you take some snow and press it against his face as a retort, laughing at your own trick. sylus flinches at first- an annoyed look plastered across his face. but once he takes your laughter in, his gaze visibly softens. he pats your head gently, wrapping your scarf properly around your neck.

"don't want you getting cold now, do we sweetie?" he teases, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his. you both resume admiring the fireworks, indulging in the cold and quiet night outside of linkon city.

maybe this weather was enough to turn a crow into a dove.

[libraryofgage]

Harlequin Prince (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two | Three (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One

So that Suicide Squad Isekai anime huh (it's great, I love it actually)

Anyway, I'll be playing fast and loose with Batman canon so all the batkids can be around at the same time have fun with that cuz I did (also forgive me if anyone is a little too OOC; i'm here for a good time not a long time), and the little flashback bit will continue in the next parts as Steve meets more batkids ^_^

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't UwU

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Harley drops him off at Wayne Manor just after ten in the morning. She tugs a window open, carries him inside, kisses him on the forehead, and promises to pick him up in a week before climbing back out. Steve watches her until she's past the gate, clutching a Green Lantern plush his mother insisted he carry around because it'll annoy his Uncle Bruce.

Steve glances down at the plush, wishing his mother didn't have to go off on a mission when she'd just gotten out of Arkham two months ago. His wishes won't actually change anything, though, so he might as well make the best of his week with Uncle Bruce.

He turns on his heel, taking in the plain bedroom that will probably become his for the next few days. He holds the Green Lantern plush close and marches to the door, stepping out into the hall and choosing a random direction to walk in.

According to his mother, Wayne Manor can have anywhere between two and ten people staying in it at one time. She told him that Dick would be the most welcoming, if not the most confused, the girls would be the most fun, and Damien would be the most guarded, likely to consider him a threat for his entire stay.

It's just his luck that the first person he runs into is Damien. The other boy drops from the ceiling, blade of his sword glinting in the light as it comes to a stop just against Steve's neck. Steve freezes, glancing down at the sharp edge as Damien says, "Think very carefully before answering. Who are you, and what are you doing in my home?"

Steve looks away from the sword, tilting his head slightly as he shrugs. "I'm Steve. I'm staying here for a week," he says.

Damien's eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, adjusting his arms so the katana doesn't move. "Says who? Does Father know you're here? Are you a spy sent by my mother?"

"Says my mom. Maybe. No," Steve replies.

A few more seconds pass before Damien hums. "Who's your mother?"

"Harley."

"Quinn?"

"Is there another?"

Slowly, Damien lowers the sword. "I suppose Quinn is somewhat reformed. How old are you?" he asks.

"Almost six."

"So, you're five," Damien says, nodding once. He sheathes his sword, apparently deciding Steve is no threat to him. "That makes me older than you, so you have to do what I say. Consider me your big brother for the week."

"Are you gonna make me hurt myself?"

"No."

"Mom said you wouldn't like me."

"Father said I should try being more trusting and welcoming. You are small and untrained, like a puppy. I could dismember you before you hurt me, which makes you ideal for practicing," Damien explains. He's quiet for a few seconds before getting a slight smirk. "Besides, it will greatly annoy my brothers if you obviously prefer me over them."

"I'm great at pretending as long as we can do fun stuff, too."

"Then we have a deal. You will act like I'm your favorite, and I will make sure you have fun."

Steve considers this, decides Damien is well on his way to actually being Steve's favorite, and steps closer. "Mom said Alfred makes the best cookies. Can we have some?"

"Yes," Damien says, "If you're hungry, then it's my responsibility to feed you as your big brother."

He offers his hand, seeming unsure when Steve takes it, like he isn't used to this kind of contact. Still, he doesn't pull away; he just hesitantly squeezes Steve's hand before leading him down the hall.

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Not two days ago, Steve was telling himself he'd never set foot in Hawkins High School. Now, after getting the run down on the Upside Down (and holy shit did this place suddenly get a thousand times more interesting), Steve decides he'll just have to brave the brick walls to get Eddie out.

He leans forward on his motorcycle, arms resting on the handlebars as he looks up at the building. There's an American flag waving in the wind, faded paint on the outside, and security so lax it'd be suspicious in Gotham. Steve briefly considers leaving his helmet on, but he settles for placing it on the seat once he's off the motorcycle.

Walking into the school is easy. He doesn't even get stopped by the receptionist at the front desk. She just waves him in without looking up from her book. So, yeah, getting in is easy; figuring out where Eddie is might be a little harder.

He wanders the halls and stops the first student he sees, a girl with short brown hair carrying an unwieldy instrument case in her arms. Steve places his hands on the case and gently pushes down, flashing a grin when he can finally see her face. "Uh, can I help you?" she asks, her tone implying she very much does not want to help him.

"Yeah, I'm looking for someone," Steve says.

Her nose wrinkles slightly in disgust. "Listen, dingus, if this is some kind of pick-up line dare, save it," she says, rolling her eyes. She takes a step back and Steve follows.

"Nope, definitely not," he says, "You're not my type, sorry."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, unless you're not a girl...," he says, voice trailing off and eyebrow raising as he watches her understand his meaning.

She blinks, her shoulders rising some. She glances around, confirms the hallway is still empty, and relaxes. "Word of advice," she says, "don't just say that shit where anyone can hear. People aren't exactly nice about it around here."

Steve flashes a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself, but thanks. Anyway, still looking for someone."

"Oh, right, uh, what's their name?"

"Eddie Munson. Know him?"

She blinks again, her eyebrows shooting up in slight disbelief. "Yeah, I know him. Whatcha need him for? He doesn't usually sell until after school."

Oh. Steve hums softly, filing away that tidbit of information for later. "Not here to buy. I'm here to take him somewhere fun," he says.

A few seconds pass in which the girl looks at Steve, drops her gaze to the instrument case between them, and then glances around the empty hall. "Well, shit, man, I wanna go somewhere fun, too."

Steve considers her for a moment, trying to figure out the logistics of fitting her and Eddie on his bike. Well, he can just have her sit on the handlebars or something. "Okay, but the instrument won't fit," he tells her.

The grin he gets in return tells him that won't be a problem. "Name's Robin, by the way."

This has to be fate, right?

"Steve. Nice to meetcha, Robin."

Robin's grin gets even wider, and Steve knows they'll be great friends.

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"Eddie usually sits in a corner," Robin says, standing at the edge of the cafeteria with Steve. It's teeming with life, and Steve hears snippets of conversations that blur into one dull roar that settles over the space. It reminds him of bars in Gotham even more than the actual bars he's visited here in Hawkins.

He can't see into the corners from here, but that doesn't bother him. "Wait here," he says, flashing a grin at Robin before walking to a mostly empty table. He climbs onto it, reaches into one of his jacket's inner pockets, and pulls out an air horn.

Steve waits long enough to see Robin cover her ears before raising the horn in the air and pressing down. It blares through the room, drowning out conversations and forcing people at the surrounding tables to cover their ears. A few more seconds pass before Steve lets up on the horn, grinning widely at the sea of eyes turned towards him.

"I'm looking for Eddie Munson," he says, twirling the air horn in the palm of his hand.

Instead of a verbal answer, he watches as the eyes turn from him to a corner across the room. A few people even duck close to their tables to clear Steve's line of sight, allowing him to see a confused Eddie sitting with his friends.

Steve grins, pockets the air horn, and starts making his way across the cafeteria. He walks on tables, jumps between them, and narrowly avoids stepping on more than one tray along the way. By the time he reaches Eddie's table, most of the students have gone back to their lunches and conversations.

"How's it going, Eds?" Steve asks, crouching in front of Eddie with a grin. He glances at the other boys by him, notes the identical Hellfire Club shirts, and nods in acknowledgement.

"Better now," Eddie says, his startled blink telling Steve he definitely didn't mean to say that out loud.

Steve somehow grins wider. "Wanna make like a banana and split? I've got somewhere fun in mind," he says, popping up from his crouch before hopping off the table and into the narrow space between Eddie's chair and his friend's.

"Dude, really?" one of his friends asks. "We have a session today."

Eddie looks torn at that realization, halfway standing and stuck like that. "That we do, Gare-bear," he says, defeat bringing his shoulders down.

"In that case, consider this a kidnapping," Steve tells them, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him up. He wraps his arm around Eddie's shoulders, winks at his friends, and promises, "I'll have him home before six, though."

Eddie's friends exchange glances, and Steve graciously pretends not to notice the puppy dog eyes Eddie aims at them. After a few seconds, one of them stands up, towering over Steve and outweighing him by a good bit. He clears his throat, glances at the other two, and tries to sound intimidating as he says, "Make it five thirty, and no funny business."

Steve nods and offers a mocking two-finger salute. "Yes, sir," he replies, flashing a grin before taking Eddie's bag from his seat and dragging him to where Robin is waiting.

"So, where are you kidnapping me to?" Eddie asks, managing to stick close to Steve despite having to weave through chairs and tables.

"Nothing special, really. Just an abandoned laboratory in the middle of the woods that has a gateway to another dimension filled with faceless monsters. Oh, and Robin's coming, too. Don't worry, though, I won't let you get hurt. "

He glances over to meet Eddie's wide eyes, something warm curling behind his ribs when Eddie finally smiles and whispers under his breath, "Fucking metal."

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[the-froschamethyst4]

To Be Loved

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Alejandro x Blind! Wife! reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, blind reader, arrange marriage, married couple, kissing, soft! Alejandro, CEO! Alejandro,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro and Y/n are in an arranged marriage because of Y/n’s father, and after years pass Alejandro does everything to make sure Y/n is comfortable at the annual Gala his company holds

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Sitting in the office with her father and some man, she has no idea who this guy is.

"Y/n," when hearing her name, she stood up form her chair and made sure her hands weren't too cold or hot, she stood in front of the man and brings her hands up to the mans face.

She was trying to 'get a feel' for him, trying to feel his facial features, she can feel a stubble, long hair with an undercut, she feels a sharp jaw line, and her hands moves down to feel his neck, it was muscular. He must be very buff, he must work out a lot.

She takes her hands back and puts them in front of her stomach.

"Honey?"

"Yes?" She asks, turning around in the direction she heard her father.

"That is Alejandro Vargas...he will be your husband...I have set up an arrange marriage to help you."

"Help me? I'm not...handicapped, I can do most things."

"I know, honey, you prove that to me time and time again, he's just here because I want you to feel comfortable."

Y/n's father is an important public figure and everyone knows about his blind daughter Y/n, seeing her as someone who is special, the fuck does that mean?

Everyone treated Y/n like she was toddler, treating her like a fragile newborn. She was anything but a baby.

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A Few Years Later 9:30AM

This interaction was over a few years ago, where she met her soon-to-be husband. Y/n was very nervous on what her father has gotten her into. But so far Alejandro has been the best husband he can be.

Taking time with her, being patient, and remembering that she has more of a hard time than he does.

Y/n sat on the balcony attached to her bedroom she shared with Alejandro.

She liked feeling the morning breezy against her skin, this is how she knows it's going to be a good day, she sips on her morning tea, and she heard the sliding door open, she took a deep breath and sets her teacup on the little plate.

"Alejandro?" She questions.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you," Alejandro says, moving next to her and crouching down next to her. He was gentle sliding his hand to her knee letting her know where he was.

"It's okay." She says.

"The morning looks gorgeous," he says.

"What does the sky look like today?" She asks, his hand then goes to hers resting in her lap.

"Yellow, orange, a hint of red, the clouds look gorgeous, a light white, it feels like it'll be a warm day today," he says, looking up at her.

Her head hangs for a little bit and then she moves her hands from Alejandro's and placed both of her hands on both sides of his face.

"Your face is hot."

"I don't feel quite good today."

"How bad?"

"Just a headache and a cough, nothing bad," he says, taking her right hand and kissing her knuckles.

"Your hands are rough."

"Forgot my lotion," he chuckles, making Y/n giggle as well. Alejandro then looked past Y/n seeing his assistant Rudy tap his watch letting him know they'll be late for their meeting. Alejandro just gives him a slight nod and squeezed her hands letting her know he loves her.

"I'll be back, okay. Around 5ish," he says, leaning forward and kissed her temple.

"Okay...I love you too," she squeeze his hands back. "Hi Rudy."

"Hi, Mrs. Vargas, sorry I didn't announce myself before, I didn't want to interrupt you and Mr. Vargas." He says.

"That's alright." She says, taking her tea and Alejandro kissed the top of her head.

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Later That Night

Alejandro had his hands over his face annoyed, when he gets home he'll have to see if Y/n will be willing wanting to go to the Gala his company holds every year. Sometimes Y/n wants to go and other times she doesn't want to.

Alejandro doesn't force her to go if she doesn't, and he doesn't go just to make her comfortable, they've only been a few times.

Little did Alejandro know, Y/n was getting ready with help from Rudy. Rudy was Alejandro's assistant and was sometimes Y/n's assistant. Alejandro trusts Rudy with Y/n, Rudy knows what happens if he gets to close or too touchy with Y/n.

Rudy blow dried Y/n's hair brushing it gently and running his fingers through her hair with some heat protection spray.

"What have you picked out?" Y/n asked as she stood next to her bed as Rudy pulled out a dress from her closet.

"I actually didn't pick this one. Alejandro had asked me if you were willing to go, to pick this out for you, and since you're going..." Rudy placed the dress on the bed. "It's a dark green emerald mermaid style dress with a long train."

"Is it silk?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Any jewels?"

"No ma'am."

"Okay. Thank you, Rudy."

"Do you need help?"

"No, I got it."

"Okay, I'll be just outside your door if you need help."

"Thank you, Rudy."

"Of course," She hears the door shut, she does this every time once Rudy leaves, and the door is closed Y/n walks to the door and feels around to make sure he was actually gone and if he did move, she would hear him.

She moves around her bedroom and feels her knee knock against the wood of her bedframe. She feels the silk dress and smiles, she knows Alejandro has a good eye for certain things, so she must look good in dark green.

Some of the dresses she owns are either dark green, tan, dark brown and black, neutral tones.

She drops her robe and grabs her dress. Soon, the door opens.

"Rudy?!"

"Not Rudy," it was Alejandro. "Sorry, guess I should have knocked, sorry."

"Alejandro you scared me."

"Sorry," he chuckles, walking towards her and kissed her lips. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Can...Can you zip me up?" She turns. Alejandro didn't even need to ask his question, he got his answer. His knuckle caressed her bare back sending shivers down her spine. He takes the zipper and zips her up.

"There," he says, kissing her neck. "So, I take it you do want to go?"

"Yes. But I'm sticking with you the whole time."

"I know, I'm not going to ditch you at the Gala." He says with a smile.

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Going through the double doors of the big ballroom that was holding the Gala. Alejandro used his arm to help guide Y/n through the whole place, her head was mainly down avoiding eye contact except whenever Alejandro would talk to her.

Her hand rested on his forearm, she was walk whenever Alejandro following his lead.

As Alejandro and Y/n walked through the Gala, people mumbled, whispered, and stared at the couple mainly asking why was Y/n always looking down?

Why did she not at anyone else?

Why isn't she leaving Alejandro's side?

Questions that should be really kept to themselves.

A group of women walked to Alejandro, Y/n and some of the men Alejandro was talking to.

"Hi, I'm Sasha." She stuck her hand out right in front of Y/n's down face but she of course didn't get the hint. "Hello?"

"Not now, Sasha," Alejandro tells her.

"Why? She can't speak for herself, Alejandro?"

"I can...but," Y/n looks up at her making the girls a bit shocked. "I can't quite see you." She says.

"Oh shit, I am so sorry." She did seem genuine about her mistake.

"It's okay," Y/n says.

"Say would you like to come hang with us?" Y/n looks up at Alejandro almost like she is asking for permission.

"It's up to you amor," he says.

She looks back at Sasha. "Sure." She says. Y/n moves off of Alejandro and Sasha gradually takes Y/n's hand and placed her hand on Sasha's forearm and they all walk around together.

"Do you drink?" Sasha asks.

"No," Y/n giggles. "I usually just drink tea, milk, water, I don't like the taste."

"Really!"

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9:00PM

Sasha and Y/n ended up talking and spending the rest of the night together. Y/n and Sasha sat on a black couch talking, Y/n was drinking water and Sasha was drinking a dirty martini.

Alejandro walks around the Gala trying to find his wife. He sees her smiling with Sasha as she tells her a story, he smiles to himself knowing Y/n is having fun without him.

"Pft, look at that one."

"Yeah, heard she's here with the boss."

"Alejandro? Yeah right, he has fucking standards."

"Why is talking about my wife always the topic with you people?" Alejandro turned his head and gave the three males the meanest, darkest stare ever. The guys face turned pale and they looked scared for their lives.

"B-Boss-"

"I don't want to hear your piss-poor excuses don't ever bring up my wife ever again," he says as the guys all ran from him.

Alejandro then looks at Y/n and Sasha coming up to him.

"Amor," he coos.

"Everything okay? Saw you talking to those three," Sasha says.

"Yeah, everything's fine," he takes Y/n's hand placing it on his arm. "You ready to go home, mi amor?"

"Yes, I'm really tired." She says. "Thank you, Sasha for letting me hang out with you."

"Of course, Y/n, anytime," she smiles.

Alejandro walks Y/n to the car, he could see the smile on her face, he then picks her up so suddenly bridal style.

"Woah!" Her arms quickly wrap around his neck. "Alejandro," she giggles.

"You look so beautiful tonight, amor." He says into her hair.

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At home cuddling was the best between you two. Alejandro holding you so close to his chest, his hot body felt so good against hers. Y/n was on top of Alejandro's chest, she brings her hands up to his face and starts touching his face.

"You don't have a stubble anymore."

"Yeah, I shaved a few days ago, it's coming back."

"You still...feel the same since the day I first met you."

"I haven't changed much," he says, taking a strand of her hair and starts twirling it between his fingers. "Your hair is so soft." He mumbles.

"I changed my shampoo, I think Rudy said it was strawberries," she says as she starts tracing shapes over his chest.

"Rudy?"

"He gave it to me...he said you liked the smell, I feel like I learn more and more about you, Alejandro," she tells him.

"I do, don't I," he says, caressing the back of her head. "I love you." He says.

"I love you too," she says with a smile.

[hippiegoth97]

Girl On Film: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: Eddie mysteriously brings a polaroid camera home to your apartment. Things get interesting...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, fingering, oral sex, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a little bit of crying, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

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Girl On Film

You're sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching Family Feud as you wait for your boyfriend to show up. He's running late, as always, but you play along with the TV show to pass the time. As the clock ticks and tocks the minutes away, you become increasingly annoyed. He can be such a scatterbrain sometimes. You begin to worry if he's alright when you hear knocking at your door. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart. But I think you'll like what I brought for you!" Eddie calls to you from behind the door. You hop off the couch, unlocking the door to let him in.

"If it's not chocolate I don't want it." You say in a huff as he waltzes past you into the apartment.

"Of course I brought chocolate!" He hands you a heart-shaped box from behind his back. He's also concealing another mysterious item. "But I also brought something else!" He brings his other hand into view, and he's holding a Polaroid camera. "I bought it from Jonathan, I thought we could have some fun." He looks at you slyly, you know exactly what he has in mind. You can't help being massively turned on by his idea. You blush slightly, and he moves closer to you. He takes the chocolates from your hand, placing them on the island between the kitchen and living area. He grabs your waist with his right hand, pulling you into him, smashing his lips on yours. He's still got the camera in his other hand, making sure not to drop it. You moan as he grabs your ass, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. Your tongue tangles with his, fighting for dominance. But Eddie always wins out. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. He looks into your eyes and quietly asks."So, what do you say, Y/N? You wanna play?"

You stare at him a moment, and you grin. "You bet your ass I do." You grab his free hand, dragging him with you to your bedroom. He snaps a photo of you leading him, and the camera spits it out. It'll take time to develop, so he just drops it to the floor to look at later. You push open your bedroom door, and Eddie pulls you back into him once you're in the room. He starts attacking your neck, licking and nipping the skin. You moan loudly, as your panties start to moisten from your arousal. He snaps another picture, capturing the effect he has on you. Eddie loosens his grip, tossing the photo on the floor. He puts his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently.

"I can't wait for you to see how hot you look when I'm fucking you. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." You can tell he's already fucked for you. Just the thought of capturing how you look when you moan, when you scream his name, when you cum. It's driving him mad. You love how insatiable he is, always trying new things like this with you. "How about you lose the clothes, babe?" He asks, a dark tone of lust in his voice.

You stand in front of your bed, and begin to lift your shirt over your head.

*CLICK*

You pull it off, tossing it to the floor. You look at Eddie, giggling as he holds the camera up to his face. He wants to capture every moment he can. He lets the photos fall to his feet, eager to look at them with you when you’re done. You undo your jeans, pushing them down your legs.

*CLICK*

You move to take off your bra next, but Eddie protests. "Hold on, sweetheart. Keep those on for now. Get on the bed for me." You do as he says. "Good girl. Now lay down, please." You follow his instructions, resting your head on the pillows. Eddie comes closer, and you pose yourself like the girls you've seen in his stash of magazines. "Fuck, Y/N. That's perfect." He leans over you, aiming the camera.

*CLICK*

Each click of the camera sends a shockwave of pleasure through you. Eddie's making you feel so pretty, so loved. You adore how much effort he puts in to making you feel like a queen. He would do anything for you. He reaches over, grabbing your breast. He massages it in his hand, and you moan out his name.

*CLICK*

He puts the camera on the bed for a moment, stripping off his own shirt. You grab the camera, snapping a picture of him this time. He's so gorgeous, you can't help but stare. His hair is messy, his chest moving up and down rapidly. He's just as turned on as you are, if not more so. He's hungry for you, it takes all his restraint to hold back for this little game. He smirks at you. "Naughty girl. You should ask before touching things that don't belong to you." You keep hold of the camera, try as he might to take it from you. "Alright, alright. Just make sure you get my good side." He jokes, making you giggle again. He does away with his jeans as well, standing in his boxers.

*CLICK*

Eddie climbs onto the bed, gently taking the camera from you. He leans over you with his knees on either side of yours. You run your hands up and down his chest, dragging your nails down it lightly. He groans, latching his lips onto yours again. Eddie shifts his attention to your chest, kissing above your tits, the valley between them. You keep moaning with his every movement. He angles the camera again.

*CLICK*

"Take off your bra for me, Y/N." He sits up, positioning himself above you. You lift your torso off the bed slightly, reaching around to undo the clasps. Your bra opens, and you discard it onto the floor. You lean back on your elbows, displaying yourself to him.

*CLICK*

"Beautiful…just beautiful, darling." He breathes out, his hand goes to your tits again. Eddie squeezes the right one roughly, drawing more sounds from you. He rolls your nipple between his fingers. You gasp at how sensitive it is.

*CLICK*

You notice for most of the photos he takes, he aims at your face instead of your body. He's so invested in capturing your reaction to his touch. Of course he loves how look physically, but he cares more about how you feel towards him. There's no denying he loves to fuck your brains out, at which he is an expert. But he genuinely loves you, and he wants to show you that every day. "The way you look right now...it's all I think about, Y/N." His eyes seem softer now, he's so vulnerable when he's with you. It scares him sometimes. In the past it's only gotten him hurt, so he's tried to maintain the image of being an asshole to keep people at a distance. But when he's with you, the act falls away. Eddie may be dirty, and cocky, and a smart-ass. But he's also sweet, and kind, and has so much love to give.

"May I have a turn, Eddie?" You ask, barely above a whisper. He nods, handing you the camera. You snap a shot of his face, taking in how his expression tells you everything you need to know. "You look so pretty like this. I love when you show your heart to me." You're in awe of him, he doesn't show himself like this very often. You know it scares him, so you appreciate every opportunity you get to see it. You notice a single tear rolling down his face, and you sit up, reaching out to wipe it away. "Oh, baby. You don't have to be afraid. I love you so much, I promise I'll never hurt you." Your hand caresses his cheek, and his eyes close. You kiss him gently, and you feel a few more salty tears dripping down your face. But some appear to be your own as well. This moment is so intimate, your hearts pound in your chests. You feel love's roaring fire burning brightly between you.

He breaks the kiss, his breath shudders. He looks deep into your eyes. "I love you too, Y/N. I promise I won't hurt you either." He brings your head forward with his hand, kissing your forehead. He sniffles from crying, wiping his eyes with his palms. He chuckles slightly. "Sorry for the waterworks, doll. Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes, my love." You say quietly, wiping your own eyes. You lay back down, letting Eddie take the lead. He hovers over you again. He holds the camera in his left hand, and he reaches for your panties with the other. He pulls the waistband playfully, smirking at you. You spread your legs for him on instinct. He creeps his hand down to your clothed heat, slowly stroking your folds through the dampening fabric. You moan his name again.

*CLICK*

His hand goes back to the waistband, yanking your panties down your legs. You kick them off, flinging them with your foot. His fingers dive right back in, rubbing over your clit this time. Your hips buck involuntarily. "Eddie!" You cry out.

*CLICK*

"You want me to finger you, baby?" He asks, continuing to rub you. It's difficult to form words, the feeling of him working you over clouds your mind with lust. You manage to nod at him, you breath catching in your throat when his fingers enter you. Your insides are abuzz, a knot beginning to form as Eddie works you over. "You're soaking wet for me, doll. Fuckin’ gorgeous." He aims the camera at your glistening cunt, his fingers still curling inside you.

*CLICK*

You're covered in a light sheen of sweat, panting rapidly. Moans and curses flow like a river from your lips, and each word makes Eddie pick up the pace. He's staring down at you, going as hard as he can to make you cum on his hand. The knot in you is impossibly tight, ready to snap any moment. Eddie rubs your clit with his thumb to push you over the edge. You scream as your orgasm overcomes you. Stars blur your vision, your legs shake violently, and juices flow from you onto him. His hand, wrist, and the sheets get soaked.

*CLICK*

Your high subsides, and your whole body has turned to jelly. You're out of breath, your sweat turns cold. Eddie notices you shiver. He puts the camera down, laying next to you on his side. "Come here, princess." He pulls you into his arms, tangling his legs with yours. You wrap your arms around him. He plays with your hair, peppering kisses on your neck. "You were so good for me. So beautiful." He says between kisses. "I'll never get enough of you. Sometimes, I swear I'm addicted." His kisses gradually become rougher. You feel the fire lighting inside you again, needy for him. You reach down to his boxers, gripping his cock through the thin fabric. He groans, licking your neck, and then he bites into your skin.

"Eddie." You whine, becoming overwhelmed by pleasure. You want him to fuck you so badly. "I need you inside me, love." You push him away for a moment, grabbing the camera and handing it to him. He lays down now, and you sit beside him. You pull his boxers down, tossing them on the floor. You grab his dick, stroking it slowly. He looks into your eyes, pleading with you to do more. You lean down, taking all of him into your mouth. You gag slightly, and he groans.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that." He snaps a photo of you deepthroating him. You continue to work his cock, eating up every moan he lets out for you. You feel him getting close, and you stop. He whines at the loss, you love when he makes that sound. You straddle his lap, rubbing your cunt against his cock. You're both moaning loudly now, sweat beginning to coat your skin again.

*CLICK*

You stop teasing, lifting yourself up to get in position. You look into his eyes with a grin, and you sink down onto him. Moans fill the air, and you throw your head back at the new sensation.

*CLICK*

You begin to ride him, rolling your hips as you move up and down. This position ensures his dick hits your g spot perfectly every time. You moan at every move, it takes everything in Eddie to keep up taking photos. You're so slick inside, hugging his cock just right. You pick up the pace to bounce on him. You could fuck Eddie for hours, but you want to cum now. You roll your hips faster, sliding on his length with ease. You play with your nipples, pinching them between your fingers.

*CLICK*

He bucks up into you after every few rolls of your hips, making you gasp each time. The knot is being tied again.

*CLICK*

His other hand reaches toward your clit, rubbing lazily in circles. You're becoming more and more wound up by the second.

*CLICK*

Everything feels like it's on fire, you're burning up. You gasp and moan and call out Eddie's name with every movement. It's all too fucking good. Tears are streaming down your face, you want so desperately to come undone.

*CLICK*

Your walls are fluttering around Eddie's cock, he can feel it. It's driving him wild, he's so close to the edge. "I feel you, Y/N. Be a good girl and cum for me." His words are enough to make the knot finally snap. You scream his name, hips moving erratically as your orgasm rips through you.

*CLICK*

You almost fall over, but Eddie steadies you. He's thrusting up into you now, chasing his own high. "Give me the camera Eddie. I want you to see yourself too." He quickly hands it over, and grips your thighs ferociously. He's thrusting up at an inhuman pace, and it's making you overstimulated. You're still sparking from your last orgasm, so once he finally cries out your name, you cum right along with him. You do your best to keep the camera steady, not wanting to miss your chance to capture his beauty in this moment. His mouth is agape, his eyebrows knitted together. Sweat drips down his face, his chest heaves. Gorgeous.

*CLICK*

You collapse onto him once you get the final picture, his cum spilling inside you. When his high subsides, he wraps his arms around you, still sheathed in your velvet walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I love you so much." He kisses your head again, rubbing your back with his hand.

You look in his eyes, smiling bright like the sun. You feel so blissful with Eddie. He makes you happier than anyone else ever could. "I love you too, Eddie." You sit up again to pull yourself off his softening cock. Your mixed release drips out of you, spilling onto Eddie and the sheets. You go to grab a damp towel to clean up your mess. You kneel down to wipe Eddie's body, then toss the towel in your hamper. You take a moment to look around the room. Your clothes are strewn about the floor haphazardly, and there's polaroid pictures littering the rug and the bed. You pick one up, it's the one of you posing like a porno model. It takes you aback, you never thought you could look so sexy. Eddie always tells you how hot you are all the time, but you've never really believed him.

"Are you finally seeing for yourself what I see in you?" Eddie asks, gathering the photos spread around the bed. You glance at him, stunned. You can't think of anything to say, all words vacate your brain. Eddie stands, bending to pick up the rest of the photos from around the room. He sits on the edge of the bed with the stack. He motions for you to sit with him. "Come see what we made together, Y/N." You sit on his lap, both of you still naked.

You work together putting the photos in order, as best as you can anyway. Starting with the one of you leading Eddie to bed. Then ones of you stripping. The porno pose. Eddie taking off his clothes. Him groping your tits. His beautiful, vulnerable face. Your soaked pussy. His cock in your mouth. You riding him. And at the end, both of your stunning orgasms. There's many in between of you moaning, it's one of Eddie's favorite things to see. But the whole thing tells a story. Not just of two people fucking. But of two people making love, being in love.

You start crying again, shoulders shuddering. Eddie takes notice, lifting your chin to look at you."What's wrong, love? Was it too much?" He always worries that he's upset you somehow. He puts the photos aside, taking your hands in his.

"No, no. It was amazing. We just look so beautiful, Eddie. These photos may be dirty on the surface, but they're us. In love. They make me so happy. You make me so happy." You grab his face, pressing your lips onto his tenderly. He returns the kiss, holding you firmly in his arms.

"We sure do make a pretty pair, huh?" He whispers, smiling at you.

"You bet your ass we do." You reply, and you share a hearty laugh.

The end.

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 32

ISAT/Two Hats spoilers below! CW: The author forcing their own surprise onto a main character. (For real this was genuinely my reaction when it was explained to me xD)

(For once you find yourself waking up before anyone else it seems. After carefully sneaking out of Isa's soft, unconscious hold on you, you slip downstairs with light footsteps. You peek over the couch to check on Vale, sleeping soundly, along with... Bonnie?! They laid on top of Vale, drooling lightly and both absolutely passed out.)

"G'Mornin." (You blink, turning to see Nille sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a mug of coffee and having filled a plate from the arrangement of food the pair must have prepared while everyone slept.)

"You don't gotta worry too much about being quiet, they'd both sleep through a crabbing hurricane. Actually I think Bonnie did do that once." (She laughed. You smiled and walked over to join her, grabbing a nice big plate for yourself before speaking.)

"I guess everyone else had trouble sleeping, not that I blame them."

"They all got quite the bombshell dropped on them, that's for sure."

"... I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."

"Eh, let bygones be bygones." (She smiled brightly, clearly not at all bothered by it.)

"You sure? You were just trying to help and I was being so rude and-"

"Frin, it's alright, I promise. I can tell you care about them a whole heck of a lot, and I know that can lead you down some bad roads when you think you're gonna lose them. So really, don't worry about it." (You nod a bit in response, giving a hesitant smile.)

"Thanks..."

"Don't mention it. I'm just glad Bonnie made up with them. They were listening last night, talked to me a bit about it before bed. They were still pretty unsure when I went to sleep though."

"Heh, they have a funny way of showing they care sometimes. Lots of yelling and calling me 'stupidfrin'." (You can't help but chuckle.)

"Oh don't I know it. That's their catchphrase for trying not to show they care!" (She joins in with your laughing, before letting out a soft sigh.)

"... You think Vay's gonna be okay?"

"I don't know... but I know I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure they will be. That's the least I can do for them at this point. Besides, you've practically been doing miracle work with them yourself." (You both chuckle a bit again.)

"I've had quite a few spirals in the past, guess I've gotten good at pulling people out of them."

"Yeah, you are really good at that..." (You smile lightly, remembering all the times she helped you in your former life once more. A life that no longer happened, and never will again...)

"Don't tell me I gotta pull you out of another one now." (She teases as she elbows you a little, getting you out of your own head.)

"Hah, no, I'm okay. Just remembering things... things that didn't technically happen anymore."

"... You sure you're okay? Have you really... sat and processed that yet?"

"Not really... and I don't know if I really should, that'd probably just make me freak out again..." (You lower your head, lightly rubbing at your arm scars through your clothing.)

"I know it's not pleasant, but... just ignoring it probably isn't much better. It'll be like a ticking time bomb, something could change and just set it off."

"... Yeah... You're probably right, as usual." (You say with a jokingly annoyed tone and pout.)

"Hah! I'm glad everyone's starting to learn that around here~."

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(Eventually the others wake up to join you, enjoying the brilliantly prepared breakfast while its chef's remain sleeping on the couch. Your curiosity starts to get the best of you as you address Odile.)

"So, how close were you?"

"Pardon?"

"C'mon, you had to be theorizing something. How close were you to being right about Vale?" (She can't help but smirk a bit as she sets her fork back down.)

"I was still in the middle of piecing things together, but I had narrowed it down to some sort of odd relationship outside of the loops. They were likely from the island as well, or perhaps some manifestation from the universe itself." (She starts to explain, fishing out one of her journals and opening it to a page with theories scribbled across it.)

"I hadn't given the idea full credit, but I hadn't written it off either." (Her fingers tap at a line read 'Some sort of copy invented by the loops?'.)

"Heh, I shouldn't be surprised. You've figured things out with less before."

"Well there's a reason I don't often voice my theories until they're certain. There's a lot of different possibilities during the process of putting it all together." (Isa gives a little snort as he remembers something.)

"Like when you thought Sif was secretly some sort of Assassin?" (Mira gives a surprised gasp as Odile sighs in annoyance.)

"Yes, like that, thank you Isabeau." (She comments sharply.)

"Anytime madame!" (He teases back, pretending the thanks was genuine.)

"D-did you really think that madame?!"

"It was a theory. One that I foolishly indulged in while inebriated." (Isa curious slides the journal over in front of him to glance through it.)

"It's almost a shame the secret's out of the bag already, I would have loved to hear about some of these from a drunken Odile!" (She quickly snatches the book back up, loudly clapping it shut.)

"Thankfully, we've all been spared from that humiliation." (She sighs, looking around a bit, wanting to change the topic.)

"Oh, this reminds me, I wanted to test something." (She makes a familiar hand sign and brings her thumb and pinkie to her ear and mouth respectively... You blink a couple times in confusion. She closes her eyes to focus and you suddenly feel a familiar ringing. You instinctively and immediately put your hand to your head in the same way.)

"H-Hello?!"

"Ah, so it does work with anyone, that's good to know." (Her voice echoes in your head just like Vale's did in the past. You just sit there in a shocked silence for a moment.)

"Why are you so surprised? It's simple Wish Craft, isn't it?"

"WHAT?!" (You shout as you jump out of your seat, causing the others to jump back slightly.)

"... It's a simple ritual, based on intent, you wish to speak to someone, that's how Wish Craft works based on the other examples." (You slowly collapse back into your chair, placing your head in your hands.)

"Blinding stars it was just Wish Craft this whole time?..." (You had 30 years to put that together!! You didn't even relate them at all?! You idiot!! You snap out of it as you feel a large hand pat your back, along with Isa's hearty laugh.)

"It's alright, Sif. It's not like any of us knew anything about Wish Craft before that whole experience, right?"

"Yeah... But, wait... Why did it stop working with Vale then?" (You ask as you raise your head back up, a brow raised.)

"You weren't trying to call Vale, you were trying to call Loop." (You're stunned back into silence again... When you finally snap out of it, you make the sign once more and bring your hand back up to your face. You wish to speak with Vale. You hear a snort and shuffling in the living room.)

"Mrghh... Hello?..."

"IT DOES WORK!" (You shout into the sign before hearing a startled yelp, followed by a couple of thuds.)

"What the craaaaaab?!" (Bonnie's voice calls out tiredly.)

[dust-tastic-1983]

Life with Turbo on the Internet (x reader head canons)

A/N: First ever fanfic(if this counts???) I tried to keep it in character lmk how I did.... lots of "probably"s in this one. I'm very unsure.

Genre: (Wreck it ralph) Turbo x reader headcannons, fluff and shenanigans! (Hehe that rhymed!)

Summery: He totally lived guys. He survived and escaped to the Internet guys. He's alive and well and living in a shitty website i promise guys (hcs of what I think living on the internet with post-movie turbo/kc would be like) based on this post I made.

You guys live in a website Turbo made with his trial-and-error-achieved coding skills… so its kinda shitty and cluttered. But its cosy and its yours so its fine. It'll probably improve the more Turbo improves his skills, anyhow.

As you'd assume, you'll be spending alot of time on racing related websites and games. He probably got himself banned from a couple games either by messing with the code to make himself better or for harassing players. He'll to try to bypass the bans and sometimes he succeeds! And gets you both banned again because he said a swear word in a kids game.

Of course he will go with you to places pertaining to your interests, whatever that may be. He might be less enthusiastic about it than his precious car games but he'll still go with you because he likes hanging out with you❤ he almost gets you banned again though

You need to stop him please

He's definitely an Internet troll. Would purposefully start or stirr drama on forums he doesn't like using throwaway accounts.

Lots of marathoning various games and movies/shows. Someone on tumblr said that he probably watches car crash compilations and like. Yeah. He'd binge watch the shit out of car crash videos and nascar fails. (I hc that he would enjoy Its Always Sunny but for the wrong reason.)

Lay next to him in a bundle of blankets and pillows use him as a pillow he is warm and squishy and soft and touch starved eating snacks and watching "8 most disturbing things caught on dashcam footage" on YouTube. He's probably the type to talk during movies and videos, there are so meny opinions in his little body and he will not shut up. Though is a bit more quiet when sleepy.

yeah ofc you guys would play alot of competitive games together, both racing games and other. He passes out after trying too hard on project diva.

Turbo messed with the computer avatar... things idk what they are called. Trips em up, makes peoples websites crash, etc. Until one of the ad blockers punch him. Then he stopped.

You guys are probably on familiar terms with Knowsmore. Probably one of the first people you and Turbo spoke to when you first entered the Internet, and still speak to since he helps you to get around. Turbo probably would find him annoying, though.

Same with Spamley. Turbo probably hangs around the darknet because of course he would... He probably would try the "Make money playing video games" spiel, success varies. Spamley, despite being a boyfailure, still knows his way around the darknet (barely like he did make that virus guy throw him across the room) Would also find spamley annoying but maybe less so.

Speaking of the darknet, he would bring you along whenever he'd go. he'd hold your hand or arm to make sure he doesn't lose you. Of course he does a myriad of illicit activities. Learning more about programming and hacking, plotting revenge, probably released a couple viruses in websites thatve wronged him, and- 🤢 and🤢 film piracy 🤮 /j

Idk if he'd try to take over another game or if he'd try to find fame another way... I'm still mulling over it tbh.

The artist Blackthewolf17 who drew a picture of turbo and y/n sitting on a bench listening to Spotify. Just think about it.

Use one of those relationship compatibility websites. Results depend whats funnier to you ;)

Regardless of wether you fled with him from Litwak's arcade or met him in the online world, if your feeling up to it, spend the rest of eternity bouncing around the interwebs with him until entropy takes you both to oblivion. It might be fun...

Thanks for reading! ^.^ hope you enjoyed!

[melissa-kenobi]

Nerds

[PS5 Peter Parker x Reader/PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader]

A/N: just a lil blurb, super cute 🥺. FYI, Peter, Harry and Reader are in a relationship. MJ is best friends with them all. Also I'm not a science nerd, idk shit about science so this may be scientifically incorrect lol

Summary: You try to figure out the missing element.

***

"So if I multiply the radius by- " The sound of your voice echoes through the labs at the Foundation, as you experiment with the different formulas.

"Why is it still yellow?" You mutter slightly annoyed and to no-one in particular, throwing away your attempt.

"No, maybe I should try etat- no, or maybe tri- " There was a pattern to it but you couldn't see it at all, maybe you had missed something. You continued talking to yourself, jotting away your idea. Then you went back to the computer and typed away at it before putting in another trial run.

You were so into your little experiment, you hadn't realised Peter had walked in, eyes curious as he placed a hand on your lower back, "Hey, why don't you try the- "

"Ah- you scared me, Pete! But yes, that's a good idea. Maybe it'll balance the acidity of it out." You jump at his touch but suddenly jump back into scientist mode as he gives you a brilliant suggestion. "You're a genius, Pete!"

"Wait!" Peter says, but it's too late. The compounds reject and cause a small reaction. A small cloud of black fluff poofed into your face, making you blink as stared at Pete, who was trying not to laugh at you.

"Okay, maybe not." You freeze before jotting down some notes on your failed attempt. There was a little bit of smoke on your face, which Peter came over and rubbed off before kissing your cheek. "You're too cute."

"No time for cuteness, Mr Parker, onto Trial No.2." You wink at him.

***

Harry had been watching your little nerdy moment with heart eyes, and mushy feeling in his chest, and when Peter had turned up, he wasn't sure he could be even more in love with the both of you than he already was. Harry felt his heart burst with adoration, and he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle when Peter accidentally bumped into you but apologised with a little kiss on your lips.

"Hey, what you doing up here all alone?" MJ walked up as she hip bumped Harry. He let out a little laugh and gave her a hug before turning her around to see the two of you.

"Ah. Creeping on your girlfriend and boyfriend I see..." MJ teases him.

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, "Don't they look so cute, being all nerdy and shit? I mean, look at y/n. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Peter come in.."

MJ guffaws loudly, cutting Harry off, "You are so whipped for them!"

Harry shoves her lightly, then gives her the middle finger- making MJ laugh even louder, but he continues to watch you and Pete happily.

***

Harry finally walked over to the two of you, cuddling you from being as he placed a kiss on Peter's cheek, making Peter blush deep red. You glanced at Peter, ready to tease him, but Harry placed a kiss on your lips, making you blush too.

Peter looked at you with a grin, before a look of realisation passed over him as he looked at your face, making it click for you too.

Red. It was a deep red.

"Rubidium!" The two of you chimed in response, all of it clicking together. You both pull away from Harry as he looks at you two dumbfounded.

"Of course!" You say as you looked at Peter, who made a 'doh' face and gestured that you two were idiots for not realising it sooner. You ran quickly to grab some and added it to the container. The rubidium instantly neutralised the colour of it, making both you and Peter 'woah' in sync. "It actually worked!"

"Harry Osborn, you are a genius!" Peter grinned.

"We needed our third element, didn't we Pete?" You giggled as Harry pulled the two of you into a hug, the three of you all cuddling.

"I love you, my two nerds..." Harry laughs, his smile warm and content.

***

[lookingformoondrop]

FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY!!!!! THANK YOU <33333

Gonna ask some relationship hc w leyley!! It could be yandere if you like (I mean she is one already but-yk)

Ashley Graves X gn!reader - Relationship Headcannons

TW: Ashley is manipulative, she's a red flag but I'm colorblind, everyone has a foul mouth, mentions of cheating and kissing, Ashley is very emotionally dependent.

♥︎ Notes: I thought about making Ashley a yandere, but then I reflected on what Anon said and thought... they're right, LOL. I'm always happy to supply content for TCOAAL, and I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to request! I hope these meet your expectations. <3♥︎

Ashley Graves is impulsive, stubborn, cleverly stupid, and a pain in the ass.

If I had to describe dating Ashley I'd say it's like riding a roller coaster but never knowing when it'll drop.

When you first met her, you were blinded by her beauty (her tits) and decided to walk up to her for a number.

She was flustered that someone was interested in her, sure she's had people walk up to her before, but it was because they were always more interested in her brother than her.

But once she realized you were in it for her, she never let you go again.

It started with frequent house visits. She'd sleep over without asking, and just like a stray-cat that cuddles up to you, you couldn't say no.

She'd try to cook you for you! Every morning where she aserted herself into your day, you'd wake up to the wonderful smell of burning shit. When you went to your kitchen with a loving fire extinguisher in your hands, you'd see she was cooking eggs and some unidentified meat.

You'd walk up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, never telling her you're only doing this because her hair smells like cherries and if you don't you're pretty sure you'll pass out from the smoke.

"Y/N, why is there a fire extinguisher in your hands?"

"Early Christmas."

"Liar."

Dates were fun, too! Even though you'd organize the actual dates like eating out, going to amusement parsl, carnivals, and the like, her dates would be along the lines of staying at home and cuddling. You might call it boring, but to Ashley, a perfect date would be where you're both left alone with only eachother to give company.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, would be able to see her precious Y/N except her.

And not that you minded anyways, you enjoyed spending time with Ashley, even if half that time was her being exhausting.

Speaking of which, exhausting, you ask? How is little ol' Ashley exhausting?

Be it a nice co-worker, a pleasant stranger, a funny waiter, or even that woman who works at the deli that gives you that cheap vegan processed ham with bacon bits, Ashley hated the fact you even acknowledged them.

It often became her favorite topic to annoy you with.

While cuddling on the couch (iykyk), Ashley began to look at you with intense eyes. You knew what these eyes meant. It was a warning sign that she was about to ask you something that could potentially piss you off. Of course, she didn't care about that part, all you needed to know was she was going to ask and you'd better be honest.

"N/M, do you love me?"

"Sure I do, you're my girlfriend after all."

Ashley wrapped her arms around your neck a little tighter, "So then," her face darkened, "would you ever cheat on me?"

You sighed, this line of questioning was becoming less and less of the 'would you love me if I was a worm' deal and more of the 'whose that bitch you were talking to' deal.

"No, Ashley, I wouldn't. Why would you feel the need to ask me that?"

Ashley raised her head from your chest and opened her mouth, her final statement ready to fire,

"So then why do you still look at other people if you would never cheat?" Her eyes narrowed on you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples, "Jesus Ashley, now I can't even have simple eye contact with people?"

She blew a breath of annoyance, "why would you even make eye contact?! I'm the only one you should be looking at, N/M!"

You went to push Ashley off of you, already sick of her shit.

"No! Do you even still love me?! All you do is go to work, go to school, hang out with your stupid friends, and ignore me!"

"I'm not doing this with you AGAIN, Ashley! Just because I know or talk to other people does not mean I'm screwing them! Jesus Ashley, you would think we'd be over this by now..."

Ashley pouted and blinked the tears in her eyes away, "...fine. leave me then, see if I care."

She sits up and goes to the opposite end of the couch.

"You're sitting on my feet, Ashley."

Ashley turned her head away and ignored you.

You hated it when she got her way, but you also couldn't stand to see her so upset. After all, she was only upset because she missed you.

Sighing with defeat you said softly, "I'm sorry I don't pay enough attention to you, Leyley. Life distracts me sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't still love you. This weekend I'll cancel with my friends and we can go on a date. "

She hummed, "id rather we stay in and watch a movie."

"Which movie?" You coax your girlfriend for a smile,

"...Hypergore Splatterbrains 4," She looked at you and grinned.

"There's my pretty girl," you wrapped an arm around her waist, "alright, you happy now? Will you stop bitching about people in my life who I will NEVER cheat on you with?"

She brought a finger to her bottom lip, "Nah, maybe a kiss will convince me?"

She looked at you with a devious smirk, you sighed. "Cmere you," Ashley giggled and jumped on top of you, sharing a loving kiss.

Yeah, Ashley is exhausting.

But in a way, you're happy she's yours. You couldn't be happier, even if her cooking skills are shit, she's a tad bit possessive, and she leaves passive aggressive notes in your lunchbox when you go to work.

You love her either way.

"Hey N/M?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

You sighed with content and wrapped your arms around her waist, "Yes Leyley, I love you. Do you love me?"

Ashley laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat,

"I love you, N/M~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Taking Megumi Trick-or-Treating With Toji

Toji Fushiguro X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Toji is a jerk at first but it'll get better at the end, suggestive themes

Word Count: 882

It was getting late and instead of getting worried, you were getting annoyed. Toji had promised that he would be back in time to take Megumi out Trick-or-Treating with you. Now your son was sitting on the couch all dressed up in his ninja costume with a big pout on his face.

"It's okay Megumi," you patted his head. "I'm sure your dad is just running a little bit behind."

He nodded not confident in his father's ability of being there for him. You stomped to the bedroom already dialing his number on your cell phone.

"Yeah," Toji grunted on the other side.

"Where are you," you snarled.

"Races," he replied simply.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"31st."

"Halloween," you gritted your teeth.

"Yeah...and?"

"You selfish jerk! You promised our son that you would take him out Trick-or-Treating." You had put up with a lot when it came to Toji. You loved him dearly but you didn't like him abandoning his duties as a father. "I don't know why you promise him things and just ignore them like they're unimportant. Don't you know how bad it hurts him?"

"Quit your nagging," Toji grumbled. "I'll head home now. Problem solved."

"Problem not solved. Stay there and lose everything we own just don't show up at all."

You ended the call, debating on throwing your phone against the wall so he couldn't call again. You tried to calm yourself as you didn't want your emotions to upset Megumi. He had been excited for Halloween for over a week now and you didn't want to take that fun from him. If Toji wouldn't keep his word, it was up to you to step in.

"Where's dad," Megumi asked as soon as you came back into the room.

"Your dad got busy with work," you replied with a soft smile. "But we'll go out there and we'll get a ton of candy!"

He beamed up at you, before pulling down his ninja mask. You took his hand and walked out into the neighborhood. Kids swarmed the streets, pulling on adults as they went from house to house. You had planned to just take Megumi around the small neighborhood but the fresh air was doing wonders for your whirling mind, you decided that you both would stay out as long as possible. You knew about cursed spirits that plagued the world so you didn't want to stay out too late. The darker it got, the more dangerous the surroundings became.

Megumi's neon orange pumpkin pail was halfway full when a hand gripped your shoulder. You whirled around ready to fight your attacker when you were met with the sheepish grin of Toji.

"Sorry," he mumbled rubbing his neck.

"Don't apologize to me," you nodded to the dark haired boy that was finishing at his current house. "Apologize to our son."

Megumi turned from the door to walk back to your side, when he spotted his father standing beside you.

"Dad!"

He tackled Toji causing him to step back. Toji laughed stroking his son's spiky hair.

"Sorry I'm late," he said and you nodded your approval.

"That's okay," Megumi hugged Toji tighter before taking his dad's hand. Toji held onto him before offering you his other hand. You laughed and rolled your eyes, before taking his offered hand. You nuzzled into his side while you three walked to the next house. He kissed your cheek when Megumi tugged away to race to the front door.

"Thank you for showing up for him," you said after a few moments passed by.

"Some dad I am huh?"

You snorted, "You step up when it matters most. If I couldn't handle things you throw at me Toji, I wouldn't have married you."

"You saying I'm a handful?"

"Possibly," you grinned.

He stared, eyes gleaming as he grasped your chin. With a searing kiss that made you weak in the knees, you forgotten how much you adored this man. Your husband. The father of your precious little boy. Seeing Megumi making his way back to you both Toji released you, eyes promising more to come later on tonight. Megumi paused to show you both his haul before marching with purpose to the next house.

It didn't take long for his bucket to be filled to the brim. And despite his fruitless protests it was time to go back home and look through all of the goodies Megumi had gotten. With you both on either side of the young boy, Toji took the time to appreciate his little family. While he knew that his type of job was something he wanted to save Megumi from, he couldn't help but think that maybe just once in his life he had done something right to earn the love of you both. He had a lot of making up to you tonight, as you always brought him back and kept him in line. He was thankful for you and after Megumi was down for the count after his sugar high he was going to show you how thankful he is. You looked towards Toji who had a certain look in your eye. You knew immediately that you wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

"Happy Halloween," Toji purred in your ear causing you to shiver.

[erikahenningsen]

Hey idk if you’re taking requests but can I just get some Janis fluff what ever your preferred ship is I’m just in a desperate need for boyfriend Janis lmao

Janis hasn't seen Regina at school all day.

Granted, it's only second period, but Janis would usually see her around. Most days, Regina drops by her locker before homeroom to say hi before classes separate them until lunch.

By fourth period, Janis is starting to get worried.

Janis 'Imi'ike: hey are you at school?

A few minutes pass.

Regina George: no

Janis 'Imi'ike: are you okay?

Regina George: i'm sick

Sick? Regina never gets sick.

Janis 'Imi'ike: what do you mean?

Regina George: wdym what do i mean. i'm sick. ill. a flowing snot faucet.

Janis snorts.

Janis 'Imi'ike: gross ❤️

Regina George: tell me about it

Janis 'Imi'ike: i'll stop by after school and bring you some soup

Regina George: don't you dare

Regina George: i look awful

Janis rolls her eyes and loves the message, just because it'll annoy Regina.

That afternoon, armed with soup she picked up from Panera, Janis makes the requisite small talk with Regina's mom before going up to Regina's room. She knocks on the door gently, poking her head inside.

Regina is reclined in her bed, propped up on about a million pillows. She scowls at Janis.

"I told you not to come," Regina says, her voice nasal.

"You look like shit," Janis confirms. That isn't to say that Regina doesn't look beautiful—she always does, even now. But she also looks miserable, nose red and chafed, skin pale, hair hanging limply against her shoulders. It makes Janis's chest ache a little bit, like it always does when Regina's upset or in pain.

"Thanks so much," Regina deadpans. "Seriously, Jan, I don't want you to get sick, too."

Janis just shrugs. "I'll take my chances." She holds up the Panera bag. "And I brought you soup."

Regina smiles, just a little bit. "You didn't have to."

"I know," Janis says, setting the bag on Regina's nightstand. "In fact, you told me not to."

Regina's face shifts into a grimace for a moment before she sneezes, which then triggers a brief coughing fit. It's almost impressive. When it passes, Regina lets out a little groan before blowing her nose forcefully.

"Aren't you so glad you came?" she asks Janis sarcastically, and Janis laughs.

"Always," Janis says, and climbs into the bed next to Regina. She presses a hand to Regina's forehead. It's warm, and her palm comes away clammy. She subtly wipes it off on Regina's comforter.

"I think you're dying," Janis tells her seriously.

Regina lets out another little groan and sniffles. "Any way to speed it up?"

Janis scoots closer and Regina gratefully rests her head on Janis's shoulder.

"Unfortunately I like watching you suffer," Janis tells her, and Regina sighs.

For awhile they're quiet, save for the sound of Regina's labored breathing. Janis is starting to get a bit hot, Regina's body heat more intense than usual, but she has no desire to move away.

"Jan?" Regina says quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Can you..." Regina pauses. "Can you stroke my hair?"

Her voice is hesitant, soft. Regina isn't a super touchy-feely person, especially not at school or other public places. She's emotionally clingy but not physically, so any time Janis just gets to hold her, she savors it.

"Of course," Janis whispers, starting to run her fingers through Regina's hair, still silky soft despite being a bit damp with sweat.

She's not sure how long they sit there like that, but she eventually realizes that Regina's breathing has evened, and she's fallen asleep.

As gently as she can so she doesn't disturb Regina, Janis lifts her free arm and snaps a quick selfie. Just for her, to remember this moment.

And, well—if it works in the future as blackmail material, that's just a bonus.

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 15: Kinks listed below

Fic: Sebastian Stan

Daddy turned Father:

Dad to be!Sebastian Stan x Wife!reader

Warnings: Slight pregnancy kink, Cursing, SMUT 18+, Pregnancy talk, Going to the Doctor's (Does that even count?)

W.C: 1305

I figure this didn't turn out great but I've had a busy week and I'm tired so, if u like it please re blog. Thanks

I'm sick. Really sick. Every Morning for the past 2 weeks I've been waking up with a horrible stomach ache and the need to vomit. I haven't told Sebastian though since he's been away filming for the past couple weeks. But, doing the logical thing I went to the doctor.

"So y/n, I think we'll do an ultrosound just to make sure you don't have a stomach bug or something anymore serious. You did however pass all the blood, heart and senses tests with flying colours so it cannot be anything got to do with your brain." Said the doctor.

"Thank goodness! I love my brain." I replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure most of us do y/n"

Dr. Mayladd led me over to the ultrasound room as she handed me a blue papery hospital gown. Addressing me to remove my shirt and put the gown on instead.

"Gosh that's scratchy" I complained making my way over to the examination chair, leaning back as far as the chair would go.

"You'll only have to wear it for a couple minutes, I'm sure you can handle that"

"Of course doctor" I moaned playfully, causing a small laugh to escape the Dr's perfect red lips.

"I'm going to spread some jelly on your stomach okay, it'll be a little bit cold but it won't be for long okay"

"Sure" I answered, boredom creeping into my voice.

"Oh y/n. You sound like an annoyed teenager, brighten up a bit. You could either get home to your husband knowing you have bowel cancer or are expecting a baby." She told me, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic talking about cancer.

"Yeah, thanks but I'd rather not have either"

"You don't want children?" The Dr asked me, sounding a little less excited.

I let out a loud sigh before explaining to the Dr exactly what I was thinking.

"Yes, I do. I do want children. It's just that Sebastian has been away filming for a good while and we never really discussed when we would want to start a family. So I'm not sure if this is the right time."

Dr. Mayland rubbed some cold blue jelly over my stomach, through the hole that was cut in a circle right over the tummy. Then she connected a couple wires to an ultrasound remote, which kind of took the shape of a jade roller, just thicker and electronic. She started rolling the remote across my stomach spreading the jelly with it.

Eyes focused on the computer machine as the remote scanned my skin. Suddenly a small shape, about the size of a blueberry came into view.

It was undeniably a baby.

"Well, you are pregnant and it looks as if you're about 7 weeks along. Would you like me to print off the photos?"

Said Dr. Mayladd as she continued scanning over my stomach.

"Yes please." I responded, overwhelmed at the fact that I am carrying a child.

"OK. Give me a second to do that."

The Dr. responded, a few seconds later I heard a faint buzzing sound and then she turned around to face me. A roll of what looked like Polaroids in her hand. Putting them in a small box, along with a card before she handed it to me. With a note of congratulations, I left the Dr's office.

The drive home was stressful. The radio was playing 'Starlight' by Taylor Swift. One of my favorite songs, but I couldn't pay attention to it. Crazy thoughts running through my brain. What if Seb doesn't want kids right now, What if the pregnancy goes wrong. What if, what if, was all I could think of right now.

As I arrived home, I almost drove away, seeing my husband's car in the driveway. Shit. How do I tell him?

Leaving all my thoughts in the backseat of the car, I unlocked the front door. Immediately greeted by soft kisses escalating down my neck.

"Hi baby." "How are you?" I asked him as he pecked my lips.

"I'm good. You?" He questioned, pointing towards the doctor's receipt in my hand.

"Oh, Well." I hesitated, struggling to find the words to say to him. Not knowing if I should even tell him right now.

"Well, I'm pregnant."

Sebastian stared at me for a couple seconds, clearly starstruck by the news that he's going to be a father.

"Y/n. Are you serious?"

"Yes. That's why I went to the doctor today. I've been sick almost every morning since you were away, which is ironic now that I think about it. Considering we had a pretty fun night a couple days before you went off for shooting."

"But yeah, I'm 7 weeks along." I uttered anxiously.

"Shit y/n. We're gonna be parents."

Sebastian yelled, happiness clear in his tone and visible in his full smile.

"That is if you want to keep it." He added on, seeing my scared expression.

"Yes, baby, I want to keep it, I'm just scared. We haven't really discussed this much, since you've been away a lot." I expressed.

"Doll, there is nobody else I would rather have children with than you. I love you with all my heart, please acknowledge that." He reasoned.

"Now. We have to celebrate" Sebastian continued.

Picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to our shared bedroom.

Running to the bed, I undress into my bra and panties, my husband doing the same.

"Babydoll, I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll have another baby in you soon enough" He chuckled as he unclipped my bra. Grabbing my breasts in his hands, kneading them as he trailed kisses up and down my neck.

Sweet moans escaped my lips all the while Sebastian sucked on the sensitive skin along my neck. I reached down to his groin and palmed him through his boxers, earning a desperate moan from him. Dropping to his knees, towering over me he grabbed my underwear, tugging as I lifted up my hips letting them slide down. Feeling Sebastian's rough fingers slide along my slit, into my wet hole.

"Damn Mama. You're so wet already. Wonder how well you could take my cock" He muttered, adding a second finger into my entrance. Pumping in and out. My moans grew more desperate as he pumped faster inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I knew he could feel I was close, because he stopped just as I was on the verge of cumming.

"Ahh. Seb, what was that for" I moaned out, annoyed at his act.

"Not so fast mama. Don't you think I would let you cum that easily without you cumming all over my cock." He growled.

Removing his boxers, he lined himself up with my entrance before thrusting his hips slowly. I groaned, feeling myself stretch as he worked his thick cock through me.

"Oh Seb" I moaned as he thrusted into me harder and harder. Hitting the right spot each and every time.

"Fuck Mama, you're so tight for me." He moaned. Bucking his hips against my own as his thrusts became much, much harder. Digging even deeper into me. Causing me to scream out his name. "Fuck Sebastian!!" I screamed, the pleasure almost too much. I felt Sebastian's fingers trace over my sensitive clit. Rubbing it in a soft circular motion.

My pussy clenched around his cock. So tight and so close. Sebastian's finger grazed my clit one more time, sending me over the edge. A couple moments later, after one last deep thrust, Sebastian came inside me.

"Fuck babydoll. You feel so good" He moaned, still working his cock inside me. I only moaned in response. The pleasure was overwhelming.

If this was what pregnancy would be like, I don't know why I'd be so scared, becoming a mum.

[mncxbe]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request the Hunting Dog Bois (Jōno, Tecchou, and Tachihara) reacting to their SO saying that they want a baby?

Thank you for your time! :)

Omg yes absolutely this was so nice to write. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting♡ I got a bit silly at Tecchou's part hehe

10:23☆

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐, 𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ implied smut?/ comfort

○☆° // 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: season 4 spoilers

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

he teases you so much at first but when he realizes you're serious he's a bit reluctant

it's not like he doesn't want to have a kid with you, but he doesn't get to spend much time with you as it is. the kid would only make things more complicated // also doesn't think he's ready for such a responsibility

if he agrees I feel like he'd be more excited about the process of making the baby than the baby itself

Your partner didn't have many free days, but when he finally got one he always spent it with you. Fancy dinners, coffee shop dates, simple hangouts at home you name it; Jōno didn't care what you did as long as you were together. He adored your high spirits and was so smitten with you that only hearing the fast thumping of your heart when he hugged you made him forget all his worries.

But recently he started noticing a strange change in your behaviour: whenever you passed by a crying baby your breath would hitch. Jono didn't pay much attention to this since he assumed that you were simply annoyed by those little creatures. Well, that was until you popped the question.

"Hey Sai, I want to have a baby" you said one day. You were both laying on the cushioned couch in your shared apartment, your head nestled against his chest.

"What's that?" he asked, raising a brow in confusion.

"I said I want to have a baby"

"What like buy one? Why not get a kitten instead?" he teased. Jono's grin slowly began to fade when he saw the serious look on your face.

"I'm not joking, Sai. We've been together for such a long time and I'd like us to have a kid. What do you say?"

Your partner shrugged, gently peeling you off of him. "I mean, if you really want to... To me it sounds like a bother."

"What do you mean by that?" you cried out in dismay, clearly not expecting this reaction from him.

The knot in Jono's chest tightened at the sound of your shaky voice. The last thing he wanted was to upset you. It's not like he didn't want to start a family with you, he just wished he could have you all to himself on his free days.

"Well" he began in the most soothing voice possible "I guess I don't want us to lose what we have now. I enjoy how peaceful our home is and having a baby will just stir things up and to be frank, work is already chaotic enough. I don't think I could handle being a dad too."

His confession made your heart melt, all the tension built between the two of you dissipating in a matter of seconds.

"Oh Sai." you sighed, one of your hands sliding up to cup his cheek "I know that a kid will change things, but no matter what we'll still love eachother. As long as we're together I promise, we got this. And of course we can wait a few more years if you're not ready. I just want you to be happy, my love"

Now it was Jono's turn to be emotional. He gently removed your hands from his face and gave them a little squeez.

"Thanks dear. I know it'll be alright, but I'd like to wait a few more months at least, ok?"

"Sure" you smiled reassuringly "But who knew that the strongest Hunting Dog would be scared of fatherhood." You laughed at your own remark, gaining a mischevious grin from your partner.

"Quit teasing, darling. Or we may end up having that kid sooner than planned" he said, giving you a wink.

𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂

he's surprised to say the least but also thrilled

you're the one for him and he definitely wants to have a baby with you, but he can't help but worry

the loss of his brother still affects him and he cannot help but wonder if he'll be able to protect the two of you; after all, if the Mafia finds out he's just a spy, who knows what they'll do...

long story short he worries a lot but after you talk things out and reassure him, he'll agree

he'd literally be the most caring dad ever, always taking your kid to the zoo or to ride the ferris wheel♡

"Honey, I'm home" said your boyfriend as he entered your condo.

When you heard his voice you immediately abandoned the book you were reading and rushed to the hallway; and there he was, standing in front of the door with a bouchet of light pink hyacinths in his hands. Not caring about the flowers you jumped in his arms, embracing him tightly and he eagerly returned a hug.

"I missed you so much Michi" you cooed, showering him with saccherine kisses.

"Hey, enough love" he chuckled as he gently pulled you away "How have you been? I hope my pretty girl had a great day."

"Yes I did, work was great but honestly I was so excited that you'd come home tonight."

"Me too, princess" he said as he untied his shoes and took off his crimson cape. Your boyfriend hasn't been around that much since he infiltrated the Port Mafia. He knew the job was risky and in the event he got caught, it would be best if the mafiosi didn't know about your existence; they would surely hurt you as a way of punishing him. So Tachihara had bought a second apartment where he lived during these interventions. He only came home when he was working with the Hunting Dogs.

"Sooo honey I was wondering if we could talk about something tonight." you inquired, toying with a stray strand hair.

"Of course we can. Did something happen?"

"Oh no nothing. I just had a question for you."

Your boyfriend took a step forward and seized your hips, pulling you closer to him. "Alright then tell me. What is this all about?"

"Ok so" you began, trying your best to hide the slight blush that was spreading on your cheeks "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to have a baby with me."

Tachihara's face dropped when he heard your proposal. For a second you thought he was upset about your idea, but before you could apologize the lovesick smile returned to his lips "I uh well I don't know what to say about that" he stuttered, trying to avoid meeting your gaze.

"I mean it would be amazing. I'd love to start a family with you" he continued as he scratched the back of his head. "But don't you think we're a bit too young for that?"

"Oh not now Michi. We can wait a few more years but we should start saving up for a crib and all that, you know? Baby stuff are quite expensive"

"Yea, I guess you're right" he said before going silent, a shadow of doubt clouding his eyes.

"What is it, love?" you eventually asked him.

"It may sound a bit silly but do you think I'm fit for being a dad?"

You quickly took a step back "What do you mean by that? Of course you'd be a great dad". But your words didn't reassure him too much. You could tell there were things still left unsaid so you asked him to take a seat on the couch while you made some tea for the two of you.

A few minuted later you joined your partner on your sofa, two cups of steaming orange tea in your hands.

"Ok now tell me, Michi. What's bothering you?"

He took your hands in his, his amber eyes fixated on the bamboo floor and after taking a deep breath he started talking:

"I've always regretted not being able to save my brother. If only I had been a few years older I could've joined him in the army and maybe things would've been different. I guess I'm just worried about having a kid. What if something happens and I'm not there to protect you two?"

It hurt to hear him say such things; he sounded so defeated. You gently placed your index finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Don't worry about that dear." you said in your softest voice "It's all going to be fine. We can have the kid after you finish your undercover mission. Plus, not only will our kid have an awesome dad, bur also a badass mom. I can kick ass too, never forget that."

Tachihara chuckled at your words "I know love, you're truly amazing. Thanks for listening to me, it means a lot."

"No problem, love"

He swiftly wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your chest as you playfully ruffled his hair. Now that things were sorted out he could finally relax in the comfort of your embrace; his eyelids were getting heavier and he felt as if he was under a spell.

"I love you, Michi" you chanted, your voice lulling him to sleep.

He only mumbled in response, placing a tender kiss on your neck. "Love you too, sugar"

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

the moment he hears your proposal he drops to his knees and starts giving one of his speeches

he promises he'll be a good father and a faithful husband and will do anything for you; he'll fight to ensure a safe future for your baby and all that

so yea he doesn't oppose to the idea, he's actually quite excited about it. He already he's going to spend the rest of his life with you so why not start a family?

you make him swear that he won't try to feed the kid his strange food combinations

You would often joke with your boyfriend about how you wanted him to give you his babies. And how could you not? He looked so attractive doing literally anything that you couldn't help yourself. You loved how caring and innocent he was, how he'd always make you dinner on weekends (actually refraining from trying any strange combinations) and plan the nicest dates; he was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on and was eternally devoted to you. His looks were just a bonus.

But when you saw him buying an ice cream for the neighbour's kid one summer morning, you realized that you may actually want to have a kid with him.

"Say, darling, can I ask you something?" you inquired as he stepped foot in your apartment. He had just finished running and glistening beads of sweat were sticking to the tips of his hair.

"Yes, my love. What is it?"

"You know how I always ask you to give me your babies?"

"Ah yes" he chuckled, taking a sip of water from his hydro flask "You say that quite a lot"

"Yea well I think I'd actually like to start a family with you" you said coyly, flashing him your most alluring smile.

Your boyfriend, who was getting ready to drink some more water, stopped dead in his tracks. He suddenly placed the steel container on the countertop and made his way to you, holding your hands as your eyes met.

"My love, I would be honoured to be the father of your child and start a family with you. I swear on my sword that I will be a devoted husband and I will protect our child with my life."

He had such a serious expression that you couldn't contain your laughter.

"Oh Hiro you're something else, did you know that?" you teased, hoping to get a reaction out of him. But you boyfriend simply stood there holding your hands, his lips pressed in a tight line.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I know you're the only woman I'll ever love, my heart is yours. I do want to have a baby with you."

His gaze was so intense you felt your knees wobble. You opened your mouth, fumbling for words when he quickly captured your lips in a tender kiss. It felt so much more intimate than any other kiss you'd shared before.

"Did you really mean what you said?" you asked once he pulled away, his face still inches from yours.

Tecchou nodded, his eyes glimmering with adoration. "Of course."

"Well then it's settled, we'll have a kid. Let's get to it" you announced triumphantly as you began dragging him towards the bedroom. Your boyfriend tried to protest but the grip you had on his arm was unshakeable.

"But I want to marry you first." he whined, making you cease your motion. "Y/N will you be my wife?"

He spoke the words so tenderly, almost as if they were made of gold leaf. Needless to say you said yes; you've been a couple for more than four years now and you were ready to start this new chapter of your life together.

Then pulled him into a passionate kiss and he took the hint; swiftly picking you up he made his way to your bedroom, closing the door behind.

[oh2z]

roommates. a jebe series

part pre one two three

summary: moving in with your (really attractive) uni friends..nothing too crazy can happen, right?

contents: plenty of suggestive/sexual content ! mdni read and tune in at your own discretion !!

word count: 2.1k (yay^^)

it was your fourth year of uni and you just transferred schools after a little incident happened last year that forced you to move. it was like a fresh start-- except you still had to go to class. (lol no shit)

you were angrily storming toward your first class of the day since you had already taken this class but of course, the credits didn't transfer so you had to retake it. huge waste of time.

you sat down in the closest desk to the door and tossed your bag on top of it, leaning back against the chair and crossing your arms in annoyance. you felt some eyes on you so you glanced over and caught a boy looking at your curiously. you normally would have snapped at him for staring, but he was pretty hot-- his messy brown hair fell over his forehead in his cute, slightly overgrown bowl cut and smiley eyes contrasted nicely with the sharp cut of his jaw and his large hands. you slid your eyes over him top to bottom, letting them linger on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. you looked back up at his face to meet his gaze and his eyes widened briefly before he looked away quickly, a little blush creeping onto his cheeks. you turn to front wordlessly, looking away from his with a small smirk on your face.

you had shown up to class hoping that this professor didn't have a strict attendance policy, and to your luck, he does. fuck. you rolled your eyes as your classmates passed the sign-in sheet around, and zoned out for the rest of class.

when the class was over you grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and headed for the door. you had forgot to get coffee beforehand, so you decided to head to the nearest cafe. you felt like someone was following you as you headed down the sidewalk and you threw a glance over your shoulder to see that same guy from class a few steps behind you. his big eyes widened when you looked at him and he looked away from you but you narrowed your eyes and stopped walking, waiting for him to catch up.

he looked like he was panicking, not sure if he should stop or pass you. "you following me?" you asked, tilting your head.

"no! i just... wanted to go get coffee before my next class," he said quickly.

you hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling silly for being on the offensive. "oh. i was going to get coffee too..i'mm kinda new to town and i get anxious in unfamiliar places-- should we have coffee together?" you offered. he blinked in surprise.

"oh! yeah okay sure!" the two of your began walking again, next to each other this time, and headed toward the coffee shop. you each brought your own drink and then you sat down together at a small table. you couldn't help but judge him a little for getting a fancy blended sweet coffee drink, while you had a black iced americano.

"so are you a music production major too?" he asked, sipping his drink.

"no, i'm taking this class as an elective. i'm kind of annoyed actually-- i already took it but the credits didn't transfer. i mean it'll be easy now, but it's still a bit annoying," you complained.

"oh. that sucks." he replied, frowning. you shrugged.

"it's whatever. you know what would make it better though?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"what?" he asked, sipping from his straw and blinking at you innocently.

"if you would write my name on the sign-in sheet for me if i'm ever not there," you replied sweetly.

"we're not supposed to do that though..."

you pouted, looking at him through your lashes and slipping a hand up to toy with the neckline of your shirt. "oh...i guess you're right. thanks anyway."

"i mean-" he said quickly. "it's just that i would have to know what your name was first before i could write it."

you smirked, then pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote down your full name, jotting your phone number under it. then you stood up and handed it to him. he read your name and then looked up at you when he noticed your number. he tilted his head as he read it again.

"your name is--"

"don't call me that," you cut, pointing at the paper. "i go by y/n."

"okay! y/n it is" he said quickly, his cheeks going pink. you had to stop yourself from continuing the conversation-- you were going to be late to your next class. and so you tore your attention away from him somewhat begrudgingly.

"text me your name," you said as you turned away, flashing him a smile over your shoulder as you left the shop. he watched you go with his lips parted slightly in shock and then quickly pulled out his phone, typing your number in and shooting you a text right away.

unknown: hi :0

me: who is this?

unknown: oh sorry lol

unknown: i was supposed to text u my name

unknown: it's taerae!

me: cool :)

you saved his number and then silenced your phone, not really caring if he had said something else after that at the moment. you shoved your hands in your pockets and headed to your next class.

--

you were sitting in the coffee shop working on an assignment from another class when your phone went off.

taerae: hey u comin to class?

you frowned at your phone. who the hell is taerae? you thought. you glanced at the clock, remembering which class your were skipping. oh! music production boy! a smile crept to your face at the thought of him again.

me: no i can't make it today

taerae: did you want me to sign the paper for you?

me: yes please!

you set your phone down and went back to work. about an hour later you felt someone standing over you and you pulled you headphones off and looked up. there was the boy from that class. you blinked at him.

"yes?" you asked. he sat down, sipping his fancy coffee and frowning his cute, pink lips pouting around his straw.

"you said you couldn't make it to class. i thought you were sick or something," he mumbled.

"yeah...what i meant was...i'm not going back to that class. it's a waste of my time." you mumbled back, returning your gaze to your laptop.

"oh. well...the professor assigned homework." he said, looking at you.

you groaned. "ugh, seriously?" you complained as he opened his backpack and pulled out his notes. he took a picture of where he had written down the assignment and set it to you.

"here you go " he said with a little smile.

"y/n-ie" you replied absentmindedly as you opened your phone to check the picture. he perked up a bit at the thought of calling you in a cuter way.

"i can call you y/n-ie?" he asked cutely. you looked up from your phone at him, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little at his happy face.

"hm? oh yeah. you're my music production class buddy, of course you can" you said. he grinned back.

"okay! well um...i'll see you later y/n-ie"

-

you were lying on your bed at home, tuning out the sound of your roommate slamming doors by cranking up the volume on your headphones. you had just finished up the assignment for your music prod. class and you sighed, thinking you had better go to class and hand it in the next day. unless...

me: hey

taerae: hi y/n-ie!!

me: can we meet up before class tmr? wanna see u :3

taerae: ofc just lmk!!

you were so tired and your roommate was really stressing you out. your really hated this apartment, but it had been the only thing available when you moved to town. you sighed and went to bed.

--

you sat at the cafe sipping your coffee and staring at your laptop, feeling stressed about your course load and your living arrangement. you had no way to get your stresses out these days, considering you knew no one in town and that your favorite stress relief activities were best done...with others.

you eyes slide to the door when taerae came into the shop, accompanied with another boy today. he was the same height as taerae, and something about his perfect skin, messy blonde hair, and sleeper-built body screamed daddy. the smiley brunette boy made you feel dominant, but his handsome friend made you feel small and as the two of them approached you, you shook your head against the warring sides of yourself, trying not to get overwhelmed.

they were talking as they came in and taerae seemed to look at his friend in awe, hanging on every word out of the man's mouth. taerae said something that made the other laugh and it took up his whole face. his huge smile make his eyes scrunch and flush appear in his round cheeks. it was nice to look at, and it seemed contagious as taerae smiled as well. he gave you a little wave and his friend glanced at your curiously before they got drinks. once they both had coffee-- taerae with his usual fancy one and his friend with a plain cup, they came to your table.

"hi y/n-ie! why did you want to meet?" taerae asked cheerily, sitting down next to you. his friend took the seat across from you and you couldn't help but glance at him only to find his dark eyes on your as well. something about the man's cutting gaze made you shy and you looked away quickly. digging in your backpack to avoid looking at him.

"i...wanted to give you this," you said. pulling out your assignment and handing it to taerae.

he looked at it for a second and then undersood. "oh, you want me to hand it in for you?" he seemed like he wasn't thrilled about the idea, so you turned your full attention to him, slipping your hand casually onto the table and placing your fingers lightly over his. he looked up at your in surprise at the tough, and you blinked your eyes at him quickly.

"please?" you asked him sweetly, letting your lips pout into a tiny frown as you did so. he swallowed and looked away.

"y-yeah sure," he murmured, a tiny blush on his soft cheeks as he took the assignment from you and tucked it into his notebook. your eyes glanced to his friend again and you caught him smirking and looking slightly impressed at your actions as you slowly retracted your hand from taerae's, trying to keep yourself from blushing under his gaze.

"thank you" you said, smiling.

"of course y/n-ie"

-

after class, you were still at the cafe, scrolling through your phone and ignoring the paper you were attempting to write. taerae shuffled back into the shop, looking annoyed.

"hey," you greeted him, setting your phone down. "what's up?"

"the professor assigned more work today. and i don't think i did the first one right anyway. i'm not getting this class," he mumbled, pouting.

"let me see." he passed you the notes and you pursed your lips. "i guess i could help." i remember this from last semester."

he perked up. "really?? do you want to come over and go over it with me this evening?"

he was cute. you smiled to yourself. "yeah, sure bub" you said.

he blinked at the affectionate name and then looked down shyl. he suddenly seemed to remember something. "oh yeah- um. i have six roommates so. sometimes my house is a little loud," he told you, cringing.

"well i live in a tiny apartment on campus and my roommate is literally crazy. so whatever you've got can't be that bad." you looked at him for a moment, remembering how flustered his friend had made you earlier. "hey that guy from this afternoon...."

"oh matthew? he's one of my roommates! he said you were cute when we left," he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. you felt yourself blush immediately and taerae burst into giggles at the sight. then he frowned, "i think you're cute too," he pouted.

you scoffed, your blush immediately fading. "you don't get to call me cute, you're the cute one" you told him, winking. now it was his turn to blush.

"w-wait you think i'm cute?" he asked, his eyes wide.

adorable, you thought. "whatever. text me your address." you said, right before trying to refocus on whatever you were just working on.

[6okuto]

ACCIDENTALLY MAKING THEM CRY

gn!reader | sugawara, atsumu

warnings: reader gets angry + frustrated, swearing, a bit ooc. oops. don't think about it

note: reminder to communicate w the people around u always + my reqs r open again ^___^ meow!

SUGAWARA

life’s been hard lately. your work’s piling up, and it’s stressing you out so you avoid it, landing you in a seemingly endless cycle of unproductive worry. it’s to the point that you’re getting more easily agitated, and you’ve been trying to avoid making anyone victim to your sour mood.

but suga’s taken notice—of course he has, considering he hasn't seen you in 6 hours. and he refuses to let it deter him from taking care of you, even after reading your text that says “i’m gonna be working so please don’t come in !! thank u.” he gets some of your favourite snacks along with some sliced fruit and water, and heads to your desk.

you tense up at the knock on your door, but take a deep breath before saying he can come in. “hey. i know you said you’d be working, but i thought i’d bring you some food at least.”

knowing he means well, you thank him quietly and expect him to leave after. but he lingers beside you. “you doing okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you answer quickly, already feeling that unwarranted annoyance you’ve been trying to stop. “you sure? i know you have a lot to do, and i don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

“yes, i’m fine, koshi.” you try to breathe and unclench your jaw. your boyfriend frowns and takes your response as exhaustion rather than annoyance, and tries again. “okay, just…know that it’s good to take breaks or ask for help, it'll be okay. i haven't seen you all day, you know?”

“can you stop?” your voice is cold enough to make him freeze, and something caves in his chest. “this isn’t—it isn’t okay.”

“okay, okay, hey, i'm sorry. i just,” he starts slowly, frowning. “i wanted you to know it’ll get better eventually.”

“okay, well, when you say that every time i’m upset it kind of loses its effect. i know it’s going to get better, but not right now with you here, so i’d appreciate it if you could just leave me alone,” you finally snap.

koshi stares at you in silence, breaking it after a few seconds to call your name as his voice wavers a little. "i know you didn't mean to talk to me like that."

"you don't know that." with your back still to him you repeat yourself with a huff, “seriously, koshi, just leave. you aren’t helping, i’m just…fucking annoyed. i don't want you here.”

“i...okay.” suga’s voice comes out softer than he intended, and he clears his throat. “okay, i’m sorry.” you glance over at the sound of him sniffling, and watch as he scratches the corner of his eye while making his way to the door. it twists something your gut, and an ugly, guilty feeling overwhelms you.

you sit with it, wishing it would swallow you whole. but after a few minutes pass you finally stand up to go find your boyfriend. it doesn’t take long—he’s sitting on the couch with a throw blanket, scrolling on his phone. suga looks up at the sound of your footsteps and quickly looks back down, but not before you see his teary eyes accompanied by a red nose.

“koshi?” he doesn't respond, but you know he's listening. “i’m…i’m sorry.” you want to continue, but wait for some kind of reaction. “that was mean of you,” he says plainly.

you frown. “i know, i'm sorry, i—” taking a breath, you step toward him. “i shouldn’t have lashed out at you. i’m sorry. i get angry when i’m stressed which is why i was trying to stay alone. i didn’t want to hurt you, and i did anyways when you were just trying to help.”

“and i’m not trying to make an excuse, i'm in the wrong. i know it’s a problem and i’m really, really trying to work on it, i promise. but i’m sorry i hurt you today. you didn't—you'd never deserve that."

you're met once again with silence, but don't let it bother you. you continue, "you don't have to accept my apology, of course, but i wanted you to know. and if you need time alone, i can go to the library for the day."

koshi turns off his phone (he hadn't even been scrolling while you spoke) and gets up slowly, finally looking at you. "thank you. i'm sorry, too, for what it's worth. and i accept your apology." he smiles genuinely this time, though it's small. "and i already know how you can make me feel better."

he looks at you with determination, and you're almost expecting him to ask for something embarrassing. but all he does is walk over and reach for you, pulling you into a gentle hug. "finally take a break with me?"

ATSUMU

whenever one of you is more busy than the other, it can be expected the busy person is atsumu. you face it with love—picking up on a couple of chores, messaging him throughout the day, getting his favourite foods for the evenings you have together.

so when it’s your turn to be busy, atsumu sees it as an opportunity to repay your love ten-fold.

and he manages it well for the most part! he does the laundry and cleans up around your desk. he even picks out some outfits for you to choose from tomorrow, writing a sticky note that says "i have good taste right?? don't forget the necklace!!!"

it’s when he’s faced with cooking one of your favourite meals—the one from your childhood he knows you haven’t had in ages—that he starts struggling. he texts his brother and opens a website on his phone, but at some point while he’s working on something else, the food on the stove starts to burn. enough to get the smoke alarm going—all right before you come home.

and coming home from a day full of inconveniences, shitty people, and stress, to a house that smells like smoke isn’t the welcome you expected or needed. your heartbeat quickens as you rush to the kitchen where you see your boyfriend frantically putting out a fire. “‘tsumu? what the hell?”

atsumu panics even more at your voice. and as he turns to face you, his arm hits his ingredients onto the floor. “fuck—hi, baby. sorry, i, uh—” “atsumu, jesus christ—”

working together, you both manage to take out the fire and turn off the alarm. the kitchen’s a wreck to witness at the end. all that’s left is standing in silence at the mess on the floor and counter.

you don’t know whether you want to cry or yell at the sight, completely overwhelmed by everything that’s been happening. “what were you doing?” you ask breathily. atsumu nervously laughs and hesitates, “i…uh, was trying to cook dinner for you.”

“well that really turned out well,” you say sarcastically. he winces both at your tone and the way your hands drag over your face. “why would you—are you—oh my god. seriously, atsumu, i can’t handle this right now.”

“i’m sorry, baby—” “we just put out a fire, atsumu!” your volume raises to a near-yell. “what if something happened and it spread, or you hurt yourself, or something worse? why weren’t you paying attention to the stove? and now we’ll have to clean this up and get new shit, and,” you stop to close your eyes and finally let yourself breathe. you mutter a curse and try to regain any semblance of composure.

but your eyes shoot open at the sound of a quiet sniffle beside you. there’s a beat of silence while you process it. you soften your voice to call him, “‘tsumu?”

atsumu sniffles again and blinks quickly, trying to force back the tears in his eyes. it doesn’t work, and your heart breaks when he pulls the sleeve of his sweater to wipe them away. “i just wanted to make your favourite to surprise you. i know you’ve been working hard lately, ‘nd i wanted to do what you always do for me and,” he laughs at himself self-deprecatingly, “i fucked up really bad this time, huh? i’m sorry. i’ll clean it all up. you should go rest.”

he moves quickly to start stacking up the bowls and utensils, but his movements feel heavy, and his hands seem to shake whenever he reaches for something near you. you stand and watch, and he says nothing.

“‘tsumu.” you reach for his hands to stop him, and he looks at you for the first time since you came in. “hey, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i was being mean.”

your boyfriend pouts at you, lips wavering, but he continues to say nothing, and you’re prompted to continue. “i had a bad day and i took it out on you. i was just…i was stressed and worried. i shouldn’t have yelled the way i did. i really appreciate you trying to cook for me, and taking care of things while i’m out. i know it isn't easy. i’m so sorry, ‘tsum,” you apologize again.

atsumu gets his hands out of your grasp so he can wipe his face one more time. you give him a minute to he offers you a smile. “it’s okay. thank you for, uh, apologizing. and i’m sorry i almost set our kitchen on fire, i knew i shoulda kept ‘samu on the phone.” you snort and he laughs, the sound lifting your mood exponentially.

you open your arms out for a hug which atsumu accepts happily, the both of you holding the other tightly. “we can always try again later together. i’m sure with the both of us we can handle one dish,” you promise.

your fingers run through his hair and he relaxes, nodding in agreement. his breath is warm against the crook of your neck when he asks, “d’you think we could just order takeout tonight, then?”

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This short story is dedicated to Marina, of whom is my inspiration for this story, and it is written for the Witcher fandom, but especially for my fellow Rorveth shippers. Though I imagine every fandom can probably relate to this a little bit.

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There's a dog in my neighborhood.

The dog doesn't live in the neighborhood, mind you. No one here owns it. It's just constantly in our neighborhood.

It's mostly harmless, but it's annoying. It poops in everyone's yard, it barks at all hours of the night, it growls at anyone no matter how nicely they try to approach it, and sometimes it will dig up flowerbeds to drag to its own neighborhood and rebury.

We don't feed the dog. Most of us try to ignore the dog completely in the hopes it'll go away, but that's hard when the dog starts getting particularly frustrating.

Over the years, we've tried various ways to deal with the dog.  At first, we would lead the dog back to its own neighborhood, thinking surely it would be happier over there. All the houses are made to its liking, and the streets should be familiar to it. But it's a stubborn dog and would keep coming back.

We thought to train it, thinking that maybe it just needed some instruction on how to act politely in our neighborhood, but it growls and barks at offered treats, suspicious of us and our motivations, and refused to cooperate.

We've even tried contacting the dog catchers, but I think everyone can agree they're pretty useless.

Our final resort was to try to get rid of the dog completely. We put up fences to block it from coming in, and those worked for a little while, but the dang thing always finds a way around them and it's right back to digging up gardens and pooping on front pouches.

The people here are all very proud of the neighborhood we've made for ourselves. It's a little odd, and not everyone would care to live here, but that's fine. We stick together as a small, close-knit community and we don't bother anyone. But we like for our neighborhood to look nice, and whenever we get people jogging through, we smile and wave and make sure they feel welcome. We want our neighborhood to feel inviting.

So even though this dog isn't ours, we've had to start taking responsibility for it.

See, sometimes the people that pass through our neighborhood will see the dog, or they'll see the poop, and they'll ask us about it. In those moments, it's about more than just the personal responsibility of cleaning up the poop or tracking down our lost flowers to replant so that our neighborhood looks nice. Now we have to explain about the dog.

Even worse, the dog will sometimes see someone jogging through the neighborhood to look at the houses or compliment the decor, and the dog will follow them home to poop in their yard and yap at them into all hours of the night. Then whatever poor fellow will come back, confused and miffed, to ask about the dog.

"I'm sorry. It's not our dog," we try to explain, and we hope they understand.

It's not our dog.

We're the ones that have to explain about the dog.

And yes, the dog did follow you home from our neighborhood.

But it's not our dog.

Please don't judge our neighborhood because of the dog.

The dog embarrasses us. The dog makes our whole neighborhood look bad. It shouldn't be our responsibility to deal with this dog, or clean up after this dog, or apologize for this dog, but we feel it's the polite thing to do. So please, be aware that there's a dog in this neighborhood, but that we are so much more than the trouble it causes. We hope you can look past the poop it leaves behind, and allow the rest of us folks who actually live in this neighborhood make you feel welcome whenever you decide to pass through.

If you need help cleaning the poop out of your yard, we've gotten very good at it.