#unless I decide to jump out my window and go on a walk in my crocs or flip flops. which tbh I could do.

[natugood]

I’ve been tired and laying in bed all day and I finally have the energy and desire to get up and go for a walk by roommate has people visiting and I don’t have the social energy to talk to people (especially meet a new person) right now so I am just trapped in my room

[wolverigrl]

The talk

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

Enjoy this part 3! I hope you like it and tell me if you still like to read a next part?

!Disclaimer! In this story, Blake and Ryan have been married since 2010 and therefore had their children earlier. I changed the age of the children to make it fit.

Warnings: maybe some swearing here and there, a bit angsty and fluff, mentions of alcohol

Part 1

Part 2

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I couldn’t sleep last night. I’d been tossing and turning for hours, staring at the digital clock that blinked back at me relentlessly. When 6 a.m. finally rolled around, I gave up, threw back the covers, and dragged myself out of bed. I needed something to ground me, to keep my mind from spiraling, so I rolled out my yoga mat in front of the massive window that looked out over the New York skyline. The city was still half-asleep, but I could already feel its energy buzzing in the distance.

After a quick, but calming, yoga session, I snapped a selfie. I sat on the mat in my sports bra and leggings, my hair a messy bun, and the sunrise just starting to peek through the buildings behind me. My face looked peaceful, but inside, my stomach was a knot of nerves. Still, I posted it on Instagram, hoping the positivity from my followers might lift me a bit.

Within minutes, comments flooded in. Mostly love and support, people saying how they wished they could be as dedicated to early morning yoga as I was. But some of them worried about me. There were a few messages asking if I was okay, mentioning the paparazzi photos of yesterday. Apparently, walking through the city with Blake after the premiere turned into a full-on hangover spectacle, and people noticed. They always notice everything.

I sighed and decided to call Blake.

“Heyyy!” she greeted cheerfully, her voice always so full of life.

“Hey, Blake!"I replied, trying to sound less anxious than I felt.

I hesitated. I didn’t really want to unload on her again.

“I, uh, I’ve got Hugh coming over soon. I… I don’t know, I’m kinda nervous about it. We need to talk, and I just—I don’t know how it’s going to go.”

I heard in her voice that she was smiling. “Listen, you and Hugh will be fine. He’s a great guy. If he didn’t care about you, he wouldn’t be flirting with you so much in public. Trust me, I’ve known him for years—he doesn’t do that unless he means it.”

I bit my lip, feeling my anxiety twist and turn. “But what if… ahh.. nevermind. I’m just so confused.”

“That’s okay. As I already told you, you don’t have to figure it all out in one day. Just talk to him, be honest, and see where it goes. You’ve got this.”

Her words helped, if only a little. I thanked her, and after hanging up, I busied myself around the apartment, waiting for the knock on the door.

When it finally came, I almost jumped out of my skin. I opened the door to find Hugh standing there with a bag of bagels in one hand and two coffees in the other.

“Good morning. I brought us breakfast." he said with that charming smile of his.

We exchanged small talk as we sat down at the kitchen counter, nibbling on our food. He complimented the view, asked about my morning, and I tried to stay calm, but the tension between us was impossible to ignore. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dancing around the subject, I took a deep breath and started the conversation I’d been dreading.

“Hugh,” I began softly, setting my half-eaten bagel down. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m feeling. About us, I mean.”

He nodded slowly, looking at me with that warm, steady gaze that always seemed to calm me, even when I was a mess inside.

“I like you, y/n. A lot. And I’m not asking you to have all the answers right now. But I’d like to figure it out together if that’s something you want to.”

My chest tightened. “But the age thing… your kids… Hugh, it’s a lot. I don’t know if I’m ready for something so complicated.”

Hugh leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “I’ve already talked to my son about it, actually. Oscar asked me about you, and I told him the truth—that I’m happy when I’m with you. And he said that as long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters to him. Ava feels the same way, I’m sure.”

I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. The relief I felt, knowing that he’d already had that conversation with his son, was overwhelming. But at the same time, the weight of everything else crashed over me, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, wiping at my eyes as the tears fell.

Hugh got up and pulled me up from the chair so that I stood in front of him. His arms wrapped me in a soft hug, and his fingers tilted my chin up slightly so he could kiss the tip of my nose. It was a soft, sweet gesture that made my heart skip.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured. “We’ll take it slow. One step at a time. We don’t need to rush anything.”

I nodded, sniffling a bit. “Slow sounds good. Maybe we could… you know, go on real dates? But keep things quiet for now.”

He smiled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, Blake and Ryan can know, but no one else. At least for now.”

We finished breakfast and cleaned up, and soon we found ourselves on the couch. Hugh wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. For a while, we just sat there, the silence comforting, our worries temporarily pushed to the side.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask. “Did you… did you mean it? That kiss in the gym?”

Hugh chuckled, glancing down at me with that familiar playful spark in his eyes. “Was that not obvious?”

I felt my face heat up, a slow blush spreading across my cheeks. I shrugged, trying to play it off, but the vulnerability in my voice betrayed me. “I had other things on my mind.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and infectious, and I found myself smiling despite the butterflies in my stomach. There was something so disarming about him, the way he could make me feel at ease even when my heart was racing. His gaze held mine, the tension between us thickening, and suddenly, I couldn’t resist any longer.

Without thinking, I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. It was tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but the moment he responded, everything else faded away. His lips were soft and warm, moving gently against mine, and the kiss quickly deepened, growing more intense with each passing second.

My heart pounded in my chest, the heat between us rising as my hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. Hugh’s arms circled my waist, pulling me closer until I was practically sitting on his lap. His hands were firm yet tender, one resting on the small of my back, the other moving up to cradle the side of my face as the kiss continued to build in intensity.

I felt my breath hitch as his lips trailed from mine to the corner of my mouth, then along my jawline, his stubble grazing my skin in the most delicious way. My pulse quickened as I let out a soft sigh, my fingers tangling in his short, soft hair. The sensation of his lips on my neck sent shivers down my spine, my entire body humming with anticipation.

Hugh's hand slid down to my back, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard lines of his body pressing against mine, and it sent my mind spinning. His touch was gentle but sure, his fingers tracing small circles on my lower back, grounding me even as everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.

His mouth returned to mine, the kiss now slow and deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. His tongue teased my lips, and I opened up to him, the kiss deepening as our breaths mingled, the air between us growing hotter. Every nerve in my body was on fire, the warmth of his touch, the weight of his hands, the way he held me, as if I were something precious. I felt safe and reckless all at once, the thrill of being so close to him coursing through me like electricity.

Hugh’s grip tightened on my waist, his hands sliding down to my hips, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, a heady mix of desire and disbelief that this was actually happening. His lips parted from mine just long enough for me to catch a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering open to meet his. His gaze was dark, intense, and filled with the same want that was swirling inside me.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned back in, kissing him with more urgency this time, my hands slipping from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my fingertips. His body was firm under my touch, and the sensation sent another rush of heat through me. I pressed closer to him, my lips hungry for more, and he responded in kind, his hands roaming over my back.

My pulse raced, and I felt the world narrowing down to just the two of us—the heat of our bodies, the taste of his lips, the way his hands moved over me, every touch igniting something deeper, something I couldn’t control.

Then, out of nowhere, his phone buzzed.

We both froze, breathless, still tangled together. I pulled back just slightly, still feeling the heat of his breath on my lips. "You should get that," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my ears.

Hugh let out a low groan of frustration but reluctantly reached for his phone. He glanced at the screen and sighed. “It’s Ryan.”

I smirked, trying to catch my breath. Of course, it was Ryan.

Hugh answered, still holding me close as if he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. “Hey, mate.” he greeted casually, though I could hear the slight edge of impatience in his voice.

Ryan’s voice was loud enough that I could hear him through the phone. “So, dinner at our place today? You and y/n should come by.”

Hugh blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. “How do you know y/n's with me?”

Ryan’s laugh was almost smug. “Call it a hunch.”

Hugh shook his head, glancing at me with a playful smile. “You in?”

I nodded, still a bit breathless, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt. “Sure.”

He confirmed with Ryan and then hung up, looking back at me with a soft smile. “Let’s go for a walk before dinner.”

I grinned. The idea of sneaking through the streets with him was somehow exciting. But then reality hit. “You should probably… go get changed." I suggested, glancing down at the clothes he was wearing. "Something more undercover."

Hugh nodded, gently setting me next to him and standing up. "I'll swing by my place and change. Give me a few minutes, and I'll come back for you."

He pressed one more quick kiss to my forehead before heading out the door, leaving me sitting there, my heart still racing from the kiss. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to calm the fire that was still burning inside me. It was impossible to believe that just a few moments ago, I had been straddling Hugh Jackman in my living room, kissing him like my life depended on it.

True to his word, Hugh returned not long after, dressed down in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a hoodie, looking like a celebrity who's trying to avoid attention. I slipped on a casual jacket and sunglasses, and we headed out, blending into the afternoon crowds as we walked through the streets of New York.

As we wandered, the conversation flowed easily. We talked about work—how his latest project was going, how I was handling mine. We shared stories and joked about the craziness of the industry, but somewhere along the way, the conversation grew more personal. Hugh asked me about my childhood, about the things that made me who I was, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I hadn’t expected.

He told me stories about his kids, about how Oscar was so curious about everything, how Ava was growing into her own person, full of ideas and opinions. Hearing him talk about them made me see another side of him—so caring, so deeply connected to his family. It only made me like him more.

We asked each other questions that weren’t surface level, diving into the things that really mattered, like what we wanted in life, what we were afraid of. The more we talked, the more I realized again how easy it was to be with him, how natural it felt.

Before I knew it, hours had passed, and the sun was beginning to dip low in the sky. We made our way back to my apartment, where Hugh dropped me off so I could get ready for dinner at Blake and Ryan’s. He gave me one short peck before heading back to his place to change.

As I stood in front of my mirror, touching up my makeup and fixing my hair, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss, about how right it had felt. Today had been full of surprises, but for the first time, I wasn’t scared of where this might lead. Hugh and I were taking it slow, figuring things out as we went, and somehow, that was enough for now.

When Hugh came back to pick me up, we were both ready for whatever the rest of the day had in store. We were in this together.

The moment we stepped through the door at Blake and Ryan’s, the familiar sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor reached my ears. Before I knew it, all three of their daughters—James, Betty, and Inez—came running toward us, their faces lighting up in excitement.

“Y/n! Hugh!” they squealed in unison, their voices high-pitched with joy.

I couldn’t help but grin as I bent down to greet them, enveloping each one of them in a warm hug. Hugh followed suit, gently embracing them, his face soft with affection. Ryan stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a playful smile on his face.

“I swear, they get more excited when you two show up than when Blake and I come home." Ryan quipped, shaking his head as if the betrayal was real.

I chuckled, ruffling Betty’s hair as she beamed up at me. “Well, I mean, we are the fun ones.”

Blake walked up behind him, smirking as she shrugged her shoulders. “Can you really blame them?” she said, giving Ryan a teasing nudge.

Before I could respond, the seven-year-old James grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the living room. “Come on, y/n! I want to show you something!”

I let her guide me into the cozy room, where Penny and Baxter, the two dogs, were lounging lazily on the floor. James hurried over to a corner piled high with toys and grabbed two Barbie dolls, her excitement radiating off her.

“Look!” she said, holding up the first Barbie. “This one looks just like you!” The doll was dressed in sporty clothes that reminded me of what I’d worn in my recent Instagram post. “And this one." she added, grabbing the second doll, “looks like Mommy.”

I laughed softly, touched by her creativity. “Wow, you nailed it! I can totally see the resemblance.”

As I sat down with her to admire her Barbie collection, I noticed Hugh standing in the doorway, his smile widening as he watched us. But before he could come over, Betty and Inez had already ambushed him, grabbing onto his legs and giggling uncontrollably.

“Hugh! Hugh!” Inez exclaimed, her arms wrapped tightly around one of his legs. “Can we watch the Minions again? Please? Pleeease?”

Betty chimed in, nodding with equal enthusiasm. “Yeah, can we?”

Ryan strolled into the room, laughing as he leaned against the doorframe. “Again? How many times have you guys watched that now? Fifty? Sixty?”

Hugh chuckled, ruffling Betty’s hair. “Maybe after dinner, alright? You two might know it better than I do at this point.”

Just then, Blake called out from the dining room, “Okay, everyone, dinner’s ready! Let’s give Hugh a break and get some food in your bellies first.”

We all made our way to the dining room, and as I sat down at the beautifully set table, I couldn’t help but admire the spread. Blake had outdone herself again.

“This looks incredible!" I commented as I took my seat, glancing appreciatively at the dishes laid out before us.

Blake smiled, waving off the compliment. “Ah, it’s nothing. Ryan helped, too.”

Ryan straightened in his chair, pretending to be the world’s greatest chef. “Yeah, I practically made the entire thing,” he boasted, earning a playful elbow to the side from Blake.

While we ate and talked about today's events, I noticed that James, Betty, and Inez had already finished their meals. The three of them looked up at Blake and Ryan with wide, pleading eyes.

"Mom, Dad, can we go play with Penny and Baxter now? Please?" James asked, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.

Ryan exchanged a glance with Blake before nodding. "Alright, you three can go. Just don’t feed the dogs under the table again." he added with a mock sternness that made the girls giggle.

The kids squealed and scrambled out of their chairs, racing back toward the living room where the dogs were waiting for them. Blake shook her head fondly as she watched them go, and we all settled back into the conversation.

I was right in the middle of talking about something funny that had happened at work when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I excused myself, stepping outside to take the call. When I saw Chris Evans’ name on the screen, I smiled.

“Hey, Chris!” I greeted, leaning against the side of the house.

“Y/n!" Chris’s voice came through with its usual warmth. “I’m heading down to New York tomorrow. Wanna grab a beer?”

I smiled. “Absolutely! Let’s meet at the pub we always go to. How’s 7 p.m.?”

“Perfect!" Chris replied. “Looking forward to catching up.”

We wrapped up the conversation, and I headed back inside. As I slipped into my seat, Hugh gave me a gentle smile and placed his hand on my leg under the table, his touch grounding me.

“Everything okay?” he asked softly, his thumb stroking my thigh in a way that sent a small wave of comfort through me.

I nodded, returning his smile. “Yeah, all good. Just Chris Evans. He’s coming to New York tomorrow, so we’re grabbing a drink.”

Ryan’s ears perked up immediately, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, Captain America, huh? Should Hugh be worried?”

Blake chuckled beside him, clearly in on the joke. I rolled my eyes, laughing. “No, no need to worry. Chris is like an older brother to me.”

Hugh looked intrigued, glancing between Ryan and me. “You and Chris go way back?”

I nodded, leaning back in my chair as I began to explain. “Yeah, Chris, Scarlett Johansson, and I studied together in New York when we were both starting out. They were a few years ahead of me, but we ended up in the same acting workshops. We hit it off and became good friends.”

Blake leaned forward, curiosity written all over her face. “Oh, you never told me your stories of university! You must have some great ones.”

Ryan grinned. “Come on, spill! Any embarrassing moments with Captain America and Black Widow?”

I laughed. “Oh, tons. Like the time they got lost in Central Park for two hours and missed class. Scarlett shook it off, but Chris was so mortified, and we all gave him a hard time for it.”

Ryan cracked up at the image, and Hugh smiled, though I could tell he was focused on every word. “That sounds like him." Ryan said. “Always such a big goof.”

Blake leaned closer, clearly digging for more. “Didn’t you two do a movie together a few years back? Weren’t there some pretty steamy scenes in that one?”

I felt my cheeks warm slightly at the memory. “Yeah, we did." I admitted, chuckling. “It was a bit... awkward, though, because by then, Chris really did feel more like a brother to me.”

Ryan, however, wasn’t about to let me off the hook that easily. “Wait, so it wasn’t always that way?”

I hesitated for a beat, then shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Well.. back when we were in school, we might’ve had a little... thing. You know, one of those fleeting ‘we’re young and in New York’ flings. But it didn’t last long. Now, he’s definitely more of a brother figure.”

Blake’s eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “Y/n! You never told me you and Chris had a fling!”

Ryan nearly doubled over in laughter, slapping the table. “Oh my god, Hugh, you hearing this? Captain America and y/n!”

Hugh laughed, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and I noticed the slight tension in his jaw. He gave a half-hearted chuckle, glancing at me with a mix of amusement and something else—something I couldn’t quite place.

Blake continued to laugh, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you kept that from me!”

I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but laughing along with them. “It was a long time ago! And honestly, when we filmed that movie, it just felt... weird. I mean, trying to be sexy with someone who you now see as a brother? Not the easiest thing.”

Ryan wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “I bet those scenes were really uncomfortable to shoot.”

“They were." I admitted, rolling my eyes good-naturedly. “But Chris was a total professional about it.”

Hugh remained quiet for a moment, still smiling, but I could tell something about the story didn’t sit quite right with him.

“So, what was it like studying here in New York? It sounds like it was a pretty wild time.” Blake wiggled with her eyebrows.

I grinned, thinking back to those chaotic, exciting days. “It definitely had its moments. The city was also back then a constant whirlwind. We were all broke, doing odd jobs between auditions, but somehow, it was the best time of my life.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I bet. Was it all method acting and deep emotional discovery, or were you guys just trying to out-party each other?”

I laughed. “A little bit of both, honestly. There were definitely nights when we all showed up to class with way too little sleep.”

Ryan smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “And Captain America was part of those late-night adventures?”

I rolled my eyes. “Chris was usually the responsible one, believe it or not. He’d be the guy dragging everyone out of some dive bar at 2 a.m., telling us we had early classes. Of course, he wasn’t always that responsible...”

Hugh’s interest was piqued, his eyes twinkling. “You and Chris really went through it together, huh?”

I nodded, smiling at the memories. “Yeah, we had a lot of fun. We’d rehearse scenes together, mess around in the park, just being broke, and ambitious kids trying to make it.”

Ryan, never missing a beat, chimed in again. “So what you’re saying is, if Chris wasn’t Captain America, he could’ve been, I dunno, some Shakespearean actor, dragging everyone through intense rehearsals and then buying them all hot dogs afterward?”

I laughed. “Exactly! The perfect balance of intense and laid-back.”

"What other stories do you have up your sleeve?" Ryan grinned and put his arm around his wife.

“Well.. while studying, I also worked as a barista, and believe me, I was a terrible barista.” I started, chuckling at the memory.

Blake raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Wait, you worked at a coffee shop?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I needed to pay rent somehow, so I got a job at this little café near campus. It was my first day, and I was already a nervous wreck. The owner was this sweet, older man—kind of like a grandpa figure to everyone. But I was so jittery that when he came over to check how I was doing, I somehow managed to spill an entire tray of coffee and raspberry cake all over him.”

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, especially Ryan, who wiped a fake tear from his eye. “Oh, that’s priceless. What did he do?”

I grinned at the memory. “He just stood there for a second, covered in coffee, and then he started laughing. He looked at me and said, ‘Well, at least you didn’t burn me.’ From then on, he teased me about it every single shift. He’d walk past me and say, ‘Careful, y/n, hot beverages on the loose!’ It was actually really sweet.”

Blake smiled, shaking her head. “Sounds like he was a good guy.”

“Yeah, he was the best." I agreed. “Honestly, he was one of the reasons I stuck around for so long.”

Hugh, who had been listening intently, suddenly leaned forward with a small smile. “Well, since we’re sharing job stories… the ladies might not know this, but before I became an actor, I was a P.E. teacher in England.”

I blinked, caught completely off guard. “Wait, what? You were a teacher? That’s crazy!”

Ryan immediately jumped in with a wide grin. “Oh man, y/n, can you imagine if Hugh had been your teacher back then? You would’ve been the star student in P.E., right?”

I felt my cheeks flush, laughing at the absurd thought. “Honestly, if Hugh had been my teacher, I think I would’ve suddenly developed an intense love for sports.”

Blake burst out laughing while Hugh chuckled, shaking his head at our comments. “Yeah, I can’t imagine that would’ve been appropriate,” Hugh said, still smiling, though his ears were a little pink.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, still grinning. “Hey, you never know. Maybe you’d have inspired her to get into, I don’t know, gymnastics or something.”

Blake swatted Ryan on the arm, but she was laughing just as hard. “Leave them alone! Besides, I bet Hugh was an amazing teacher.”

Hugh shrugged modestly. “It was a good job, honestly. I loved working with the kids, but eventually, I realized my passion was acting.”

I turned to him, still amazed. “That’s so cool, though. I would’ve never guessed. You’ve had quite the journey.”

He smiled warmly at me, and I could see a glimmer of pride in his eyes, as if the memories of his teaching days still meant something to him. “It was definitely a unique chapter in my life. But hey, everything leads you somewhere, right?”

Ryan couldn’t resist one more joke, leaning in with a sly grin. “Yeah, and luckily, it led you to us, huh?”

The conversation slowed down after that, everyone quietly soaking in the warmth of the room and each other’s company. Blake glanced around the table, then clapped her hands together.

“Well, how about we clear the table and grab some wine?”

Hugh and I immediately stood up, ready to help, but Blake waved us off. “Oh no, you two relax. Ryan and I have it covered.”

Ryan was already stacking plates and giving us a wink. “Yeah, sit tight, lovebirds.”

As we sat back down, Hugh placed his hand gently on my thigh, his touch making me feel all warm and cozy inside. He smiled at me, that tender look in his eyes that always made my heart skip a beat.

Feeling a bit giddy, I leaned in closer to him and whispered. “Do you think we should tell them about us now? Or wait until another time?”

Hugh’s thumb rubbed small circles against my leg as he considered it. “Yeah, let’s tell them. They’re our best friends—they should know we’re giving this a shot.”

His quiet confidence soothed the last of my nerves, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, just as the door to the dining room swung open, and Ryan strutted back in, carrying wine glasses.

“Ohohoh! What’s this? What did I just miss?” he teased, his voice dripping with mock shock. “And don’t forget, there are children in this house!”

Blake followed right behind him, her eyes darting between us, a curious smile playing on her lips. “What’s going on in here?” she asked, setting down a bottle of wine.

Hugh chuckled softly and glanced at me before addressing them both. “Actually, we wanted to tell you guys something. Y/n and I... well, we’re trying this thing out. We’re seeing where it goes.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Blake and Ryan exchanged looks, their expressions quickly morphing into wide grins. Blake let out a little squeal of excitement.

“Oh my god! You talked!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You two are adorable!”

Ryan set down the glasses with a loud clink, looking between Hugh and me with that signature playful grin of his. “Well, it’s about damn time! You guys have been giving off major will-they-won’t-they vibes for ages.”

Blake nodded enthusiastically. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

Their support and enthusiasm washed over me, easing any lingering uncertainty I had. Hugh squeezed my hand under the table, and I couldn’t help but smile up at him, grateful for how effortlessly everything seemed to fall into place.

Ryan, never one to miss a joke, raised his glass toward us. “Here’s to y/n and Hugh—and to all the future awkward family dinners where we can tease you both relentlessly.”

Blake snorted with laughter, pouring everyone a glass of wine. “Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you. Sometimes.”

We all raised our glasses, clinking them together in a toast to new beginnings.

The conversation flowed easily as we all continued to drink our wine, sharing more stories and laughing until our glasses were empty. Eventually, we decided to join the kids in the living room. As soon as we walked in, Inez grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her pile of Barbies, while Penny and Baxter trotted over to greet us.

I sat on the floor with one hand helping Inez arrange her Barbies while my other hand stroked Baxter, who had curled up next to me. The rest of the group settled on the couches, chatting and laughing as the kids played around us.

We spent a while there enjoying the comfortable, laid-back atmosphere, but eventually, I felt a yawn escape me. Ryan noticed it immediately and pointed dramatically.

“Alright, I think it’s official—time for all the kids to head to bed!” he teased, earning a laugh from Blake and a chorus of giggles from the actual children.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “I guess I walked right into that one.”

Blake stood up and stretched, signaling that the evening was winding down. “Yeah, we should probably wrap things up before we have to carry anyone out of here.”

We all said our goodbyes, exchanging hugs and thanking each other for the great night. As we stepped outside, Hugh and I found ourselves standing by our cars, lingering in the cool night air.

I smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of the evening still lingering between us. “So, what’s on your agenda for tomorrow?”

Hugh shrugged lightly. “Not too exciting, honestly. I’m helping a friend with some work on his house in the morning, then I’ve got a doctor’s appointment and after that, I’m calling my brother to talk about my visit in Sydney to catch up with my family.”

I nodded. “Sounds like a busy day. Hometown huh?"

“Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen everyone." he said softly, then smiled at me. “What about you? Plans with Chris?”

I grinned, the thought of seeing Chris again making me feel both nostalgic and excited. “Yeah, but we’re not meeting until the evening for a drink. Until then I'll call my parents because I promised them last week and after that I'll meet up with my management."

For a moment, we stood there, the air between us feeling charged in a quiet, tender way. After a small pause, we leaned into each other at the same time. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other hand found its way to my cheek. Our lips met in a slow, tentative kiss.

When we pulled away, there was a comfortable silence between us, our eyes lingering on each other as if neither of us wanted to say goodbye just yet. I gently stroked my hands over his shoulders down to his chest.

“Well." I said, my voice a little softer than usual. "I guess I’ll see you soon. Good night."

Hugh nodded, his smile warm and easy. “Yeah, good night y/n. Text me when you're home."

"Will do." I smiled.

With that, we each got into our cars, and as I drove home, my mind wandered back to the evening—Blake and Ryan’s support, the kids, the laughter, the stories, and of course, the kisses. My heart felt lighter than it had in a long time, and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about tomorrow’s meeting with Chris.

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[darkbluekies]

In our own world

Yandere!king OC x fem!reader

Summary: You're bored and Edmund decides to create his own little excluded world where you and him can spend some valuable quality time, just you and him.

Warnings: obsession, isolation, Edmund thinking that he is better than everyone else (power dynamics?)

Word count: 2.1k

Oh how bored you are. You've been sitting in the large window for what feels like an eternity by now. Maybe you could ask the maids to entertain you? No, that won't work. Edmund has said that none other than him are allowed to be with you unless he's said otherwise. Maybe … maybe you could ask Edmund to do something? Maybe he could let you … go out for a little?

You jump down from the window and leave the chamber. Wherever you walk in the halls, maids and butlers stop to bow at you and wish you a good day. At first, you found it soothing that someone acknowledged your presence, but now you find them creepy. 

You reach Edmund’s office and are met by a guard standing outside.

"Can I speak to him?" you ask.

"He's busy, your majesty", the guard replies.

"Please?"

"You shouldn't disturb the king. He was very persistent on that no one should talk to him before he's done with his work."

"Oh … okay …"

"Can it wait?"

You force a smile. "Yes, it can."

"Very well."

In defeat, you turn around to leave. The guard walks into the office to check up on the king.

"Who were you talking to?" Edmund asks without looking up from his desk. "Fuck all of these papers make me insane!"

"It was the queen, your majesty", the guard answers.

Edmund snaps his head up, his heart skipping a beat. You've finally come to him? 

"What did she want?" he asks quickly.

"She just wanted to speak with you", the guard answers. "Nothing more. She said that it could wait so I sent her away. I know how you said that you didn't want to be disturbed-"

"You fucking idiot! That rule implies for everyone but her. Go get her."

"... yes, your highness."

The guard runs out of the room, sensing that he's upset the king. Edmund sighs frustratedly, shaking his head. 

He returns with you by his side just a minute later. Carefully, he walks out and shuts the door behind him. Edmund smiles fondly as he sees you. You're so pretty.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me", he says softly.

"It was nothing important", you say. 

"Yes, it was. Come here."

He pats his lap. You walk over to him slowly and sit down on his thigh. Edmund smiles and wraps his arm around your waist securely.

"What did you want to say to me?" he smiles up at you.

"I was just bored", you say and shrug. "I was wondering if you wanted to do something but you're busy. I don’t want to disturb you."

Edmund sighs and looks over the papers drowning his desk. Why does he have to be a king?

"I am", he mumbles regretfully. "I'd love to spend time with you, my jewel, but if I don't complete this before tonight the Supreme Court will grill my ass."

"It's okay … I'll entertain myself. I'm good at it."

Edmund bites his lip, thinking.

"If I hurry up, will you wait for me?" he asks and squeezes your waist carefully. "We can do something together later. Why don’t you come up with something fun to do in the meantime?"

“I want to go out”, you say. “For a little while.”

Edmund grabs your cheeks in his hand and smiles cheekily. 

“You are not allowed outside, dearest”, he says with his eyebrows raised in that condescending tone you hate — sounds like he’s talking to a child. “You’re far too precious to be spoiled by the outside world.”

You sigh and fight back the urge to slap him. 

“Go wait in the bedroom and I’ll come get you when I’m done”, he says, giving you a sweet push towards the doors. “If any of the guards give you any problem, you come back and tell me.”

You nod. Edmund smile drops once you leave. He can’t believe how his own guard turned you away. You must have felt so shocked and humiliated. Edmund’s heart breaks at the thought. He clenches his jaw. If you want to go outside, then you shall. 

You must have fallen asleep because when you open your eyes, Edmund’s kneels down in front of the bed, caressing your hair. 

“Y/N, my queen, why don’t you come with me?” he smiles. 

“Are you done now?” you ask and yawn. 

“Yes, I am. And I have something for you. Won’t you come with me?”

You get up from bed and follow him out of the room. He leads you through magnificent corridors, out to the backyard. You stop at the sight. A set table with flowers, pastries and tea. It’s taken directly out of a fairytale.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

He looks genuinely excited. Edmund loves to do these kinds of stuff. He’s never had anyone to surprise or impress before, but now that he has … it has become something he enjoys.   

“I love it”, you answer, still in shock. “Why did you suddenly change your mind?”

“I mean … this isn’t the outside world”, Edmund shrugs. “So I thought that is wouldn’t be too bad. This is our own little world. You can still see the sun, but you’re not tainted by the townsfolk. I guess I can let you be here. But only when I am too.”

You look around, seeing the high brick wall that keeps you locked in. You can tell guards are watching every corner. Edmund takes you to the table and holds out a chair for you. You sit down and start to search the table for what you should start with. 

“I’ve told the maids to stay away”, he says and lifts the teapot. “I want to do everything myself.”

You want to crack a joke about how he’s never touched his own utensils before, but you keep it in. It’s probably not a good timing. He seems to be in a good mood for once, you shouldn’t destroy it. He pours you some tea and holds out the cookie tray for you. 

“Eat as much as you like, my jewel”, Edmund says. “We have enough to feed the entire village here. Not that they will get any. Why would anyone unimportant deserve this kind of food? Pathetic. These kinds of meals are reserved for the important people.”

Pleasant as always.

“Thank you for bringing me out here …”, you say hesitantly after a while of awkward silence. “I’ve missed being outside.”

“You’re welcome”, Edmund smiles with a smile. “If you’re happy, then I am too.”  He breathes out and looks around. “Such a shame I’m always busy or we could spend all of our time together … just like this.”

You don’t answer. You’re not sure what you think about the idea. It’s not like you wanted to go to him for company. You had no other choice. He kills everyone you want to talk to. 

“Do you feel lonely without me?” he asks while keeping his eyes on the spoon he slowly moves around in his teacup. 

“I feel lonely, but I’m not sure it has so much to do with you … just overall”, you answer hesitantly. “It’s a big castle with lots of people I don’t know … everything is frightening and big …”

“It’s not dangerous for you. Only at night. But you’re safe if you stay in the parts assigned to you. You know better than to wander around.”

Oh, you know.

Suddenly, you hear a melody coming from afar. You look up, trying to find where the music is originating from. Edmund does the same and then breaks out into a small smile.

"Right, there were some things in the village today", he says, shaking his head slightly. "I should have told them to cut it out."

"What are they doing?" you ask.

"Partying. Something they don't have time for now that it’s harvest time."

He's about to stand up and tell a guard to get rid of the sound, but your hand shoots out, placing over his before you can think. He looks down at you, shock written all over his face.

"Please let them be", you beg. "They should get a break from their jobs and have some fun. They're humans. Besides … I kind of like the melody."

Edmund sighs heavily and nods. Remorsefully, he sits back down and looks at you with love growing in his eyes.

"You're wonderful, do you know that?" he asks. "I made a good choice in marrying you."

Your heart sinks whenever he talks like that. As if everything is a business deal to secure the heritage of the throne. Edmund has a tendency to be selfish and inhuman, how does he really care for you? Does he see you as another package deal to secure the future? Is he treating you differently because he should? Since you’re the queen?

"Can I ask you a question?" you ask hesitantly.

"Go ahead", he answers calmly.

"Did you marry me because you needed a queen or … because you actually wanted to?"

You can see him physically twitching. He furrows his dark brows and looks at you questionably.

"What are you saying?" he asks in confusion. “Are you serious?”

You nod. Your throat has gone dry. That voice. Oh, how you hate to confront him. He can never take anything in any way other than an attack. 

“Do you think I wanted to be married at this age?” Edmund asks with a raised eyebrow. “That wasn’t my priority, Y/N. With that said, you’re definitely not just something I ticked off the bucket list. Don’t … don’t I show you enough love?”

You shrug fearfully. After every horrific thing he’s done to the people around you — including you — there’s nothing that actually shows if he loves you or only sees you as a pet. Edmund gulps and pulls his chair back quick enough for you to shudder. He stands up and walks over to your chair … holding out his hand. You stare at it blankly.

“Would … would you like to dance?” he asks

"Huh?" you ask, wondering if you could have heard wrongly.

"Dance with me."

You get pulled up on your feet by a strong force and almost crash into him. He squeezes your waist and positions the two of you for a dance. The music from the village is enough for him to find a rhythm and bring you into a trance. You can feel the guards glancing at you. 

“Don’t look at them”, Edmund whispers warningly. “Look at me instead.”

You turn your eyes to him and he smiles. His smile makes him look like his actual age and it makes you relax slightly. After all, he’s just a young man without guidance. You shake your head. No. Don't think like that, don't give him excuses.

"There you go", he says approvingly. "Keep your eyes on me. There's only you and me in this world — in our own world — no one else."

He twirls you around before gaining another tight grip on you. You're sure that you'll get bruises on your hips by the end of the dance. You let him take the lead, not knowing where you’ll end up, but you know better than to question any of Edmund’s decisions. 

“The guards, they’re looking at you”, he says without taking his icy blue eyes off of yours. “Gawking even. Wishing that they had what’s mine. Pretty pathetic, don’t you think? To be jealous of me? As if they could ever be on my level.”

“I’m not on your level either, Edmund”, you remind him quietly, hoping to make him realize how stupid he sounds. “Would you talk about me like that too?”

He looks dumbfounded. 

“You must have hit your head or something with all the absurd questions you’re asking today”, he mutters and rolls his eyes. “No one is on my level — of course — but you’re far, far better than any of the other people in this kingdom. Don’t try to insult yourself by saying that you’re like them ever again, Y/N. I don’t like that.”

He dances round and round, holding you as close as he possibly can against his chest. You’re practically molded against his body. 

“I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Y/N”, Edmund whispers in your ear. “You make me crazy. I can never let you go. You’re so perfect.”

His arms tighten around you and you start to wonder if he’s going to break your corset. In this world of your own, he will make sure that it is only you and him. Only you and him … in your own little shielded, exluded world.

[bianquitasworld]

could you do one where dave and reader are watching movies and being all cuddly pretty please?

Rest and Shakespeare

Parings: Dave Lizewski x Reader

A/N: I need this man, sorry for not writing as much I’ve been caught up with studies and work. Sorry I kinda forgot to add the movie part I was so tired when I wrote this. 😥

The day had been a relentless struggle, from the demanding classes at school to the never-ending tasks at work. A grueling exam had left my mind in tatters, the pounding headache and the stress of deadlines had drained every ounce of energy from me. But all I could think about as I made my way towards Dave’s house was the comforting warmth waiting for me in Dave’s arms, being in his presence alone always helped melt all my worries away.

The cold air made a shiver run down my spine, I hug myself to find warmth. I couldn’t help but walk faster as I made my way towards his home, minutes away from being in Dave’s arms and in the comfort of his bedroom while he read some random comic to me that I knew nothing about, the way his eyes would light up when he got excited flipping through the colorful pages, I smile at the thought alone, the way he always held me as I slept, I felt the stress leaving my body already just picturing it.

I sighed in relief as I reached Dave’s home. I barely knocked, I saw the white curtains from his room move around as if someone was just standing there moments ago. I heard hurried footsteps rushing down the stairs. The door was pulled open immediately. Dave greeted me with a wide smile, his cheeks flushed with excitement. His glasses sat slightly askew on the tip of his nose, and he pushed them up with his index finger, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

His clears his throat before speaking and leans against the front door.

“S-Sorry I made you wait for so long, I was doing homework?” His statement sounded more like a question as if he couldn’t think of anything to say. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Your homework consists of you watching me through your window?” I tease him, you notice his cheeks turning bright red. I couldn’t decide if it was from the cold air being let in to his house due to the open door or the embarrassment. I shiver from the cold air. “it’s freezing-“ I could hardly finish my sentence before he’s reaching for my hand, pulling me into his home, and shutting his door. I slip off my winter boots.

“My dad isn’t home, we can watch a movie-or or whatever-psh I mean movies are lame-unless you want to watch one then we can-“ Dave’s nervous rambling is a little funny, even if we’ve been together for a while he’s still always nervous and second guessing every word that comes out of his mouth. Especially when he’s around ‘the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon’.

“Dave we can do whatever you want as long as I get to spend time with you i’m happy.” I say softly, tiredness kicking in. truthfully, I just wanted to curl into a cave and hibernate till the next year.

A blush returns to his face and his eyes light up in excitement. “We can go read some-some comics if you’re cool with that because if you aren’t that’s like totally cool.” I hear Dave gulp as he stares at me, his eyes falling upon me.

“Sure, that’s ‘like totally cool’ with me Dave” I say mocking him, if it’s possible his face becomes two shades redder. “Okay-okay no need to get rude” He rolls his eyes. I hurriedly make my way upstairs with Dave’s heavy footsteps following behind, after entering his room I take off the thick winter coat I had on, I can’t help but jump on his bed and crawl under his sheets making a mess of his bed, no care in the world for manners.

Dave plops down beside me with a comic in his hand, he sits up and pulls me against his chest as I wrap my arms around him and throw my leg over his torso.

“You tired baby?” Dave’s voice is soft and caring as he notices the lack of noise coming from his partner. “Exhausted, too many responsibilities and deadlines..” a sigh follows, I feel Dave’s hand slowly caress my head soothingly, he puts his comic on his night stand and lays down fully, allowing himself to be the little spoon. “You’re too pretty to be stressed, allow me to help you relax my princess.” Dave says in a British accent “You’re such a nerd babe, i’m taking those comics and weird movies away from you.”

All that can he heard is an overly dramatic gasp, what a drama queen. “Thou shall not-MHm” I shh him by placing my hand over his mouth. “shh..sleep.”

Dave gives in and smiles against my hand, he slowly pushes it down and mutters “fine, fine, whatever..I was just trying to romance you.”

“Romance me? By talking like Shakespeare?”

“Some people find it charming-“

“Name one person-“

“Okay you know what go to sleep, shhh-“

“No, who finds that cha-”

“Shhhhh you’ve fallen into a deep sleep shhh-“

“Dave I swear-“

“Oh can’t hear you, you’re not talking because you’re in a deep deep slumber-“

“Slumber?? Who even says that?”

“I thought you were tired!?”

“I am!”

“then stop talking”

“You keep talking to me! You know what good night.”

[sorapricots]

Blueberry Pie

Summary: Wade Wilson is finally home, with Mary Puppins and his new friend Logan. And he cannot wait to eat your classic blueberry pie.

Pair: Wade Wilson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Wade Wilson is a warning, curse words, sex jokes, blood mentioned, tell me if there's more warning I didn't put in this list

A/N: as my promise, a wade wilson fiction is here. I hope I can write down Deadpool’s character well cause let’s be honest unless u have the same lvl of ADHD u will have a hard times to write down Deadpool’s character.

W.C: 1,9k 

It’s been two days. Two days since you realized your lover, Wade, was gone. And in those two days all you do is just sit in the kitchen area, staring at the door, waiting for Wade to come back. TV can be heard in the background with Blind Al commenting on it every once in a while. You are glad that you decided to just agree with your lover when he suggested staying with Blind Al instead of searching for a new apartment. You don’t know if you can stay sane enough if you have to wait for Wade alone.

“Girl, stop sitting in front of the door like a guarding dog, why don’t you join me enjoying this devil’s dandruff.” Blind Al’s voice snapped you out from your daze. You look at her sigh a little bit before you walk to her.

“You really need to tone down inhaling that sinful powder before your whole organs are covered with it y’know” you jokingly said as you sat beside her. Blind Al just gives you a snort. You just let her do her thing while you blankly stare at the TV. 

Oh how you miss your man. Even though he can be annoying with all of his sex jokes, you still love him nonetheless. You frown a little bit, worried start to eat you out again as you watch Blind Al. Without you realizing, you start to pick on your fingers, a bad habit you do when you are nervous or scared. As much as you want to believe that your boyfriend can’t die, you can’t help but worry about him. 

Suddenly you hear commotion on the road in front of your apartment. Your brow furrowed as you looked at Blind Al who looked like she didn’t give any care in the world with the commotion outside. Without saying anything you quickly look from the window near the TV. 

When you open the window, the destruction of a small shop you used to visit greets your eyes. A lot of sparks sprouted from the shop. Your eyes widened while your brain tried to decide if you should go down and look closer or not. A sudden tap on your shoulder makes you yelp.

“What in the hell is going on down there?” Blind Al asks as she tries to “look” at the road. You let out a deep breath before you briefly explain what happened to her. She muttered some words under her breath that you didn’t bother wanting to know. Both of you now stand beside each other, watching the shop. You are so focused on the shop that you didn’t realize there’s a large sparkly circle across the shop.

“What… is that…” you muttered to yourself as you moved your eyes back to the shop. Suddenly you saw two figures. One in a red suit and the other in yellow spandex. For a second you thought you were hallucinating, not until you rubbed your eyes that you are sure that the figure in a red suit is none other than your lover.

“Wade?!” you screamed. The guy in yellow spandex looks up to your direction as you quickly cover your mouth. Blind Al once again tries to look in the same direction you are looking right now which she failed miserably.  Suddenly you see your lover on his knees with his body language screaming in joy while the man in yellow spandex looks at him with pure disgust. 

“What is happening…” At this point you are talking to yourself as you follow the direction of your lover’s body. There’s a dog… in a red suit too, running to him. You tilted your head to the side. A bit confused when the dog jumps to him like it has known him for a long time. Your man and the rugged man talk for a bit before you see another man in a red suit running towards them. You gasp looking at his face, looks the same as the Wade Wilson you know before he became the way he is right now. The three of them then start talking before the Wade without the mask turns his body to the same direction he came from. 

A gasp escapes your lips when you see dozens upon dozens of deadpools variants walking through the sparky circle. Your hand automatically holding Blind Al’s arm as you wait to decide if both of you should duck and hide or not. Blind Al is about to ask something but you softly hush her down as you can feel the tension of danger thick in the air. 

The deadpool with ponytails talks briefly before she pulls out two guns and starts shooting towards your deadpool. You pull Blind Al away from the window a bit as you see the man in yellow spandex run to hide behind the car with the dog in his hand and your lover using the normal face looking Wade as his shield while following the rugged man. You internally slap your forehead as you claim that the deadpool with the mask is indeed your lover.

You then decided to retreat from the window trying to pull Blind Al with you but the woman refused to leave the window. So you just let her be as you walk back to the kitchen. Your heart is beating fast due to the mixed emotions you have right now. You quickly grab a glass of water to calm down your nerves while gunshots and people fighting can still be heard on the outside. 

“Motherfucker, I wish I was deaf.” Blind Al said. You let out a snort as you can tell from the sounds itself how gruesome the fight is. 

“Sure you are,  Al.” you retort back as you decided to just start baking to prepare when your lover finally comes back.  As much as you are worried about him right now,  something in your heart tells Wade will come back home. You start to prepare a bunch of ingredients for your specialty dessert that Wade loves so much. A blueberry pie. 

You start by pulling out the pie crust dough that you keep in the fridge. Letting it soften up a bit as you start mixing fresh blueberries, lemon zests, lemon juice, sugar, flour, and cinnamon powder. After you are done mixing them you check the pie crust before you start to flattened the pie crust dough and put it in the pan. Once it’s done you carefully dump the blueberry you mixed before and put pie crust strips on top of it before you chuck the pan to the oven. While waiting for your pie, you decided to cook food other than dessert since the clock was about to hit lunch time. 

“Hey Blind Al, what do you want to eat?” you ask as you wipe down the kitchen counter from all the mess of the pie ingredient. Althea walks to the kitchen slowly and sits on one of the stools. Her back facing you instead of her face. She let out a spicy wings as her answer. You hummed in agreement as you started to cook the food. 

“Sunshine? Al? I’m back!” You and Al heard the door open as Al started to walk to the door. You immediately run after her and see Wade holding the dog and his new friend. You let out a small scream before you run to Wade. In which he is quick enough to give the dog to his friend before you crash his body with a tight hug. You let out soft sobs as you hide your face on his neck. Didn’t care with the dirt and blood on his suit. You are glad he is safely back home now. 

“About damn time! You holdin’? I’m all out devil’s dandruff  and I’m shaking like an angry vibrator!” Al angrily spoke. You can feel Wade let out a sigh as his hand rubs your back softly with his other hand holding your hips. 

“Thank you, Al. We have company.” you pull back a little as you give Wade’s new friend a welcoming smile which he returns back with an equally polite one. 

“Baby, Althea, this is… this is Logan.” Wade stares at Logan briefly as Logan gives him a quick nod. You chirped a quick hello with a smile. Logan answers with a nod his head to you.

“Nice to meet you, Logan” Althea lifts her hand as an invitation to shake hands with Logan. To which the man returned it back. You cannot stop smiling because you see that not only is he safely home but also has a new friend. 

“And this ancient anal shit not, is Mary Puppins or as I like to call her dogpool. Want to treat yourself to a little stroke?” You let out a giggle when Logan gives back Dogpool to Wade and he slowly holds out Dogpool towards Althea. Althea carefully reaches out and touches Dogpool’s tongue which she immediately pulls her hand away.

“Oh my God, Motherfucker.” you let out a loud laugh as you watch Althea and Wade continue talking while Logan just shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly you hear a beep from the oven. You clapped your hands quickly.

“Oh! It’s ready! Come, come take a seat. I’ll prepare you all something.” You pull Wade’s arm and Althea while Logan follows behind. The three of them sit at the dining table as you put your blueberry pie out of the oven. You quickly whip out 4 plates and a pint of vanilla ice cream. Skillfully cut the pies and scoop the ice cream before taking it back to the dining table.

“No way!” Wade chirped excitedly as he let down Dogpool who then started running to you. Your smile widened when Wade help you to bring the plates to the table and sit down beside you. 

“Logan you have to try my Pookie’s Pie! It’s the best pie in the world. Especially with vanilla ice cream!” Wade talks like a child as Logan stares at the dessert for a second before he carefully eats the pie. You watch Logan intently wanting to know if he likes it which he does let out a content hum while nodding his head. 

“It’s good. Thanks, bub.” Logan said as Wade squeals as he gives you a kiss on the cheek making you laugh before he dives into his pie. The four of you start talking with Wade’s hand holding yours tightly. 

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“Thanks for the pie, mi amor. It’s the greatest pie I ever knew.” Wade, already back in his casual outfit, softly said to you as you watched him wash the plates. You smile as you turn off the water faucet and pull him towards you. Caging him between your legs. His hands immediately went to your hips as your hands circled his neck. 

“Anything for you, love.” you whispered as you stared at his eyes. Hands carefully play with the staples that he had on his head for securing his toupee. 

“I was so worried you would not come back, Wade.” your voice quivers as you watch Wade frown a little. He rubs the side of your body before one of his hands cups your cheek. Thumbs carefully wipe your tears as he coo. 

“You know I will always come back to you no matter what, sweet.” you let out a whimper of sadness as both of you close the gap between your face. 

“You promise?” you softly ask him. He nodded before he kissed you softly. 

The kiss is soft and full of love and passion. There’s no lust or aggression behind it. A kiss that makes you sobs even more as you can feel how much love Wade has for you just through his touch on your body. 

You both stay like that with both of your foreheads touched while basking in each other’s warmth. 

[lilacgaby]

Barbarian!Katsuki x princess/prince!reader? (Omg I love your stuff)

(a/n: oops this accidentally became like kind of a tangled!au LMAO, i'll write another one and make it actual royals soon)

katsuki was on yet another adventure, one to slay a dragon and add to his collection of teeth on his necklace.

he treked through the forests, fighting creatures left and right, using his magic and swordsmanship to slice everything in his way in pieces.

day and night he did this.. eventually ending up lost and being too prideful to admit it, even to himself, so he continued in the same direction. while he did not find the dragon's nest he set off for, he found an overgrown tower.

he scoffed at the sight, deciding he'd take refuge in it for the day while he gathered his bearings. he climbed up the vines that led up to the wide, opened window and walked in.

detailed on the walls were gorgeous paintings of every color, knitted blankets and decor scattered the room, and the skylight at the top tied it all together.

'wow, this is so beautiful.' he thought to himself, his tribal outfit standing out against the interior. he noticed a shadow behind him, the owner of this tower? as he turned behind to look-

he was slammed in the face by a frying pan.

he woke up, tied to a bed, his weapon out of reach and his hands to far to set off magic.

"tsk, what do you want from me? face me head on like a ma--"

he was cut off by the sight of you, wearing a causal dress, your eyes glimmering, skin popping thanks to the constrasting color of the dress. you wore expensive jewels he'd never seen before, and gold as if it was nothing. you were.. gorgeous.

you tilted his head upwards with the pan, staying a fair distance away from him. "what.. are you? i've never seen anyone like you." you questioned.

his demeanor changed, slightly mocking as he joked, "you treat all outsiders like this?"

"only ones that break into my home."

"...fair, however, why don't you tell me what you're doing out here all alone? princess."

you looked away as you said, "i.. i was banished from my castle. at least til i get my magic honed, my family are all magical so.. unless i become at least an average wizard i'll never be accepted back."

his eyes widened at this. banished? that was pretty harsh, especially since another alternative was just marrying you off early. "why didn't they just train you?"

"you never answered my questions first."

he looked annoyed, "i don't answer questions without being a free man, im a king and you'll treat me like one."

"you're a royal too?" she sshe rolled her eyes, moving to untie him. "well, king, don't hurt me or.. you'll get bad luck when you die."

he laughed, as she untied him. you were really pretty up close too, he almost wanted to grab your face so he could look you over closely.

almost. you stepped back, eyeing him suspiciously.

"anyways, mr king, you're a.. what do they call it?"

"barbarian."

"barbarian right, and don't you guys like these?" out of seemingly nothing, you pulled out tooths, huge ones, varying in size and quality,

all from dragons.

"how did you get those? those are practically impossible to find and you have 8?"

"i have them lying around.. i'll give you them but.. i want something in return."

he sighed, "yeah whatever you want princess, i'll have to earn those anyways so.. give me your best shot."

"i want..

you to take me to your kingdom and teach me magic!"

he deadpanned. he really wanted those teeth so..

"fine, saddle up princess."

you squealed, hugging him and inadvertently making him flush. you jumped around and scrambled to go pack your bag. after you finished, he helped you down the tower. he basically carried the both of you down, you landing on his lap as you fell to the ground, making you laugh.

the journey was long, but it passed by quicker with her company. they laughed together, shared the same cot most nights. he held her during the harsh thunders of the rain and after they'd fought some disfigured looking creatures.

he'd taught you some of his magics as you journeyed along, you were even able to beat some small creatures now. every time you did, he'd celebrate immensely, and once,

you'd kissed him on the lips in excitement and impulse. and he'd kiss back.

he grew fond of you, and you of him.

it was about two months time to get back to the kingdom, you were holding his hand, him close to you as he pushed you behind him, guarding you.

as he presented you to his family and the elders in his language, only one word stood out to you like a sore thumb.

betrothed, is what he referred to you as.

your face lit up with a smile, as he finished up and brought you outside.

you took on the task of setting 7 of the tooth's onto his necklace,

and when he asked about the 8th?

"oh, that's for our wedding day of course."

he turned as red as the ruby on his necklace.

[sparrowrye]

Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 3

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes.

Part 3: Lesser of two evils

Part Pilot | Part 2

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The very next day, I attempted another escape.

Surely he wouldn't assume that I would try it again after yesterday. He might think that I was too 'scared' to escape so soon. So I dared it again.

I started from the very beginning. When I woke, I quickly dressed, fortunately in pants this time, and opened the ancient window. I cracked it just enough to slip through. I let the wind carry me from the window to the edge of the cliff, out of view of the kitchen window. I moved with the wind as far as I could until I could see a beach forming at the base of the cliff. I glided down and started at a brisk jog.

If I stayed along the beach, I was sure to come across something right? Unless it was an island of some sort. What would I do then? I decided to cross that bridge when I got there.

The cliff side eventually evened out and blended into the beach. I slowed to a walk, constantly looking over my shoulder. My neck was starting to hurt from constantly checking. I was waiting to see Husker's bright wings but they never appeared.

After walking for what felt like hours, I had succeeded. I saw a pier in the distance and immediately started running. I had found civilization. I had found my escape. I felt a huge sense of relief knowing it wasn't an island.

The closer I came to the pier the more I could see people walking back and forth. My legs burned from running on the soft sand but I didn't dare stop. I was so happy to have found people and to have gotten this far.

A force from behind drove me into the ground. A furry arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me up. I pulled my legs up and abruptly dropped them, nearly throwing Husker's weight forward. He flapped his wings and pulled me off the beach into the woods. I reached up and poked him in the eyes, momentarily stunning him. I ran for the beach but the wind shoved me back. He enveloped me in his wings, cutting my vision from the town.

I pulled out his feathers and he howled in pain. He tightened his grip and moved his wings out of reach. I shoved my chin between my neck and his arm, slipping myself out of his grip. His claws grabbed at my shirt and raked down my skin. He pulled me back and wrapped his legs around my waist. I started pulling at his fur. He hissed loudly in my ear and shoved a cloth into my face.

I inhaled dust of some kind and began coughing. He let go of me as I scrambled away, sending him back with more wind. I jumped to my feet and ran for the beach again. I tripped out onto the sand but didn't dare stop.

I looked over my shoulder. Husker was nowhere in sight. My simple wind was barely anything so why wasn't he chasing after me? I kept running as I looked around, waiting for him or Alastor to appear somewhere else.

The next time I looked over my shoulder I fell into the sand. My surroundings began tilting and I felt like I was clinging to the side of a cliff face. I tried using magic but it did nothing.

I was on an anti-magic drug.

Someone picked me up and my strength all but vanished. I didn't recognize the person until we had disappeared into the forest again, the shadows revealing Husker's angry scowl.

I had failed again.

The drug had an effect for a full twenty-four hours. I was forced to stay in bed the whole time for fear of losing my balance and hitting my head. I was nauseous but never got sick. It was a horrible state to be stuck in.

I waited until the following night to escape again. The drug had worn off and everyone was supposedly asleep. I slipped through my window once again and walked along the beach. Husker found me much sooner than last time.

I tried several more times to escape and with each one I attempted, the sooner they discovered. I was growing tired of the countless failings. Husker always managed to get the stupid drug into my system. I had a feeling it was because Alastor would be angry if my injuries showed up on his skin. He always managed to cast some kind of remark about how a Slight hand was no match for a Full mage. It was the only interaction I had with the Radio Demon.

Eventually I stopped trying run. Then Plan B sprung into action.

Alastor wanted nothing to do with me and wanted to be left alone. How would he feel if I became a nuisance? Surely dealing with someone so bothersome would entice him to let me back into the world. As dangerous of a game as this was to play, I had to remain confident in the fact that he simply couldn't kill me. Granted, I know better than anyone there were much worse things than death, but I had to at least try. Threatening suicide always seemed to work with my past ring masters, and they weren't even soul-bound to me.

It started simple (definitely not because I was afraid). I always made sure to include curses in my sentences whenever he was passing. Husker caught onto it but he never corrected me, instead rolling his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. Several times Alastor snapped at me like he had done before. He liked his scare tactics such as the dampening of the lights, extension of his antlers, and the yellowing of his large, sharp teeth.

Next were his quarters. I managed to find paperclips and other little objects to use as a picks for the locks. Picking locks had been a skill I learned to master early on as a kid. It made my old masters incredibly angry when the guards yelled at them to get a better leash on me. It meant they had to buy an expensive cage that I couldn't pick my way out of. I never went into Alastor's room, though I did peak into the red rooms. His bedroom looked like a normal master bedroom and the office had various radios sitting around. I left them unlocked and cracked open every time he returned for the day.

Much like with the cursing, it was more of a sharp word and distortion of his body. He never really laid a hand on me since our fight in the woods, which surprised me. I had expected the Radio Demon to be more aggressive with those 'under' him. Even Husker seemed to be bracing for something more than a stern talking-to.

After a few weeks, I started noticing Alastor spending more time in his office. I could hear his old radios playing and his door stayed locked tight. I decided to make one more big, final stand against this tacky mage. I attempted another 'escape' and managed to steal some of the powder from Husker's pockets. I hid it under my pillow and waited until the following day. I found Husker sitting on the porch again, drinking another bottle of whiskey.

I had the napkin of powder behind my back as I approached him, asking to pick more clothes from the store. As he pulled out his phone, I rubbed the powder across his nose. He shoved me away but the drug had gotten into his system already. He coughed and furiously pawed at his face.

"How's that feel, huh?" I yelled.

"What is wrong with you?" he coughed.

"Using that drug so often on someone can do serious damage to their physical and magic well-being."

"Maybe if you didn't run I wouldn't have to use it." He rubbed at his eyes that were now red.

"Maybe if you didn't keep me here I wouldn't have to run." I slammed the front door behind me. I quickly ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I opened the window and glided down to the beach. I casually started in the direction of the town, waiting for Alastor to appear. If Husker's magic was dampened and Alastor was in the house, surely the cat mage would request help from his master.

My guesses were confirmed when Alastor appeared in front of me from the shadows. I stopped where I was and crossed my arms. I pretended to glance down at a fake watch on my wrist. "Took you long enough."

Alastor let out a sigh. "What do you want? You've been trying to get my attention for quite some time now."

"I want you to let me go."

He rolled his eyes. "You know that's impossible for you, dear."

"Hey I'm just saying," I lifted my arms and walked past him, "if you leave me in the town right down the beach here, you won't have to deal with me anymore. A powerful mage like you can teleport so what's the problem?"

"The problem is that you and I share a soul," he watched me walk past, "What happens to one happens to the other."

I turned around to walk backwards. "I don't like you anymore than you like me. So let me live with normal people near that old house of yours, check on me whenever you want, and we'll call it even. You can let poor Husker go back to whatever he wants. How's his nose doing by the way?" I pointed to my own nose with a sly smile.

"I must say," he started to follow me, "you have proven to be far more of a nuisance than I thought possible from someone who lived her life in a cage." That made me stop in my tracks. "You're so used to being in a cold, dark cage that I thought an elegant one would serve you much better."

"Well I am human. I escaped using my own two hands and made a living for myself for five years. I've had a taste for freedom and now I'm hungry for it like never before." I wish I had claws to slice into his throat. "And I won't stop trying."

"I have been incredibly understanding and patient." He started walking around me in circles. I never let my back turn to him. "If you wish to be back in a cold, damp, dark cage I can arrange for that. I need not make you comfortable, but alive." The environment around me turned into static and symbols. I found myself standing in an old, dark cellar with a single lightbulb overhead. "Would you prefer something like this instead?"

I looked at him. His body had turned completely black save for his bright red eyes and yellow teeth. Everything in me bristled as fear choked me. I sent a blast of fire at him but he dispersed with his shadow. I heard his cackle echo in the room and fade into the distance. I looked around to find old, broken furniture stacked piles high around me. Was I back in the house? In an old cellar that I didn't know existed? There was no sign of a staircase. No sign of an exit.

Panic grabbed at my chest as I tried to stay calm. Surely there was a way out. He was using his magic to make it look like there wasn't. I ran to the closest wall and started running my hands all along it. There was a way out. Even if it was locked, there still had to be an exit. It was all an illusion. I wasn't actually in a cellar. He was trying to scare me.

I ran every inch of the cellar, climbing over old furniture and scraping myself on splintered wood. I became frantic and started running head first into the walls. They were solid concrete. There was an exit. There had to be. I just wasn't finding it.

Logic started to slip as fear settled in. I was running around like a scared animal. I began throwing things at the wall and sending blasts of hot fire or slicing through with wind. I tried parting it like I could do with the earth but nothing was working. Tears streamed down my face and my breathing was all over the place.

"You can't keep me here!" I screamed. I kept running into the walls until my arms, shoulders, and head were sorely bruised. I looked down at my hands. I grabbed the nearest sharp object which happened to be a splintered piece of wood. I laid my one arm on the ground and lifted the wood. I closed my eyes and plunged the sharp wood into my arm. I let out a scream as I did it again. Blood splattered around me and on my face. I would either be let go or die here fighting.

I leaned against the wall and held the wood up to my face. I braced myself and dragged it across my cheek. I pressed my hand to the injury and looked around. Still he was nowhere to be found. Did he think I wouldn't go through it all the way? I took the wood to my neck last, dragging it just enough across my throat for the lines to bleed a little.

"This is awfully pathetic of you." I looked up to see Alastor standing above me. He held his hands behind his back with his cane. He had an ugly smile on his face but his eyes told me he was upset. Good.

"I've been through too much," I gasped, “You either let me go or I end both our lives right here. I'm sure I'd be doing the world a favor." I looked him up and down.

He closed his eyes for a moment before snapping them open. "Very well." He grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me to my feet. "If that's what you wish."

The room disappeared and we were thrown back into the world. I stood alone in a dark alley. There was no sign of the Radio Demon anywhere. I didn't recognize what town I was in but that didn't matter. I had succeeded.

I wiped away the blood as best I could. The sun was setting so trying to move around in the daylight looking the way I did wasn't the smartest. I sat behind one of the dumpsters and waited. As happy as I was to be back on my own, I had to start from the very bottom. All of my money I saved had disappeared when Alastor had taken me. But I could do this.

Eventually, the sun set and the town was thrown into shadows. I had fallen asleep for a few minutes. I was abruptly woken by the sound of yelling. I poked my head around the dumpster right as a young boy ran into the alley. A man was chasing after him and kicked the small child into the wall with ease. He grabbed the boy's head and lifted him to his feet.

"You'll do just fine in the rings," the man laughed, "If you make me enough money maybe I'll let you go."

"You'll do no such thing." I stood up and faced the man.

"Who do you think you are, whore?"

"The person who'll end your pitiful life in this lonely alley."

He laughed and lowered the boy so his feet could touch the ground. He dragged the boy with him as he strode over to me. The man was much larger than me, clearly all muscle. That meant he was slower. He would be easy to fight. That was until I saw him withdraw a knife. He caught my chin as I jumped back. I rolled back onto my feet and jumped onto the dumpster. I cast wind down the alley and tried to push him off balance. He planted his feet, still gripping the child, and fought against the wind.

I let out a tense sigh. One more time. Just one more. For the boy.

I used the wind to jump overhead then between his legs. I jumped around him like a rabbit, never staying in one place for too long. He couldn't land anything on me, growling and yelling at me to stay still. I covered my hand in fire and grabbed the hand holding onto the boy. He jerked his hand back and nearly stabbed the boy as I pulled him away. I pushed the boy behind the dumpster and jumped around the man again.

I caught the man's hair on fire, watching him drop the knife to put it out. I grabbed the knife and buried it into the man's throat. He sputtered as he dropped to his knees, eventually falling on his back. The blood pooled around his twitching figure.

Clenching my teeth, I turned around to see the boy staring wide eyed at the dead body. I looked down at my own hands and stared at the dark blood staining them. I kept the dumpster partly between me and the boy as I knelt down to his level.

"You're safe to go home now," I told him.

"I don't...I'm not..." the boy couldn't place the words but I already knew. He was an orphan who was probably on his way back when the man found him. They always went after orphans. Who would look for a child with no parents or guardians to care for him?

I went over to the dead man and wiped his blood off as best I could with his clothes. My skin was still stained but it wasn't coating them like before. I turned to the boy and held out a hand. He ignored the hand and buried himself deeper in the corner of the brick wall and dumpster. I couldn't leave him in an alley next to a dead body. Jail wasn't a good option either.

A sigh left my lips as I carefully and slowly lifted the boy up. He looked to be around six years old. He clung to my shoulders but his eyes didn't leave the dead body. I walked to the other end of the alley and disappeared down the street. I had to find the orphanage before I could take care of myself tonight.

I had barely gotten a single block before I stopped dead in my tracks. Striker stepped out of the shadows with his toothy smile plastered on his face. I gripped the child tighter and took a step back. Fear dipped in my stomach as my old master locked eyes with me.

"It's been such a long time, Python," he greeted. "What have ya been up to?" I swallowed hard. This wasn't happening. Surely this wasn't happening to me. I had to run. I had to get away. I had to make sure this child was safe but I had to run. Where should I even run to?

I turned tail and ran. The boy clung to me for dear life as I made sharp twists and turns down various streets. Why wasn't there anyone on the streets? Where were the people? Where were the police? I needed help.

Striker stood at the end of one street then the next. How was he moving so fast? Why isn't anyone noticing? I was in the center of a city. Where is everyone? How do I get the boy to safety before I take care of myself?

"Striker I can...we can..." I backed myself into a fenced off corner. I could feel the boy crying as his tears drenched my shirt. "Just wait. We can work something out."

"Work something out?" he hissed, "You ran and embarrassed me years ago. You think I'm about to let you work something out?"

"I can't...I didn't...I'll make a deal!"

He stopped, eyes widening. "You? The great Python who never makes any deals suddenly wants to make one now?"

I looked behind him and yelled, "Help!" He turned to see no one. I casted myself up to the flat rooftop and nicked my knee on the edge. I dropped the boy and pushed him away. A lasso tightened around my ankle and pulled me back over the edge. I hit the opposing wall and landed awkwardly on my leg. I screamed from the pain and rolled over on my back.

Striker planted a heavy foot on my chest and wrapped a lasso around my neck. He pulled on it so our faces were inches from each other. "You're coming back with me and making up the five years you missed."

I tried pulling on the insanely tight rope. "You'll have to get me there discreetly first."

"Oh you don't know, do you?" His smile turned smug and the rattle of a snake could be heard.

"Know what?"

"The mayor of this city declared all ring fights legal. And he's not the only one who did either."

"Ring fights aren't legal," I growled.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. I limped badly as he dragged me to the street. Keeping me up with one arm, he led me down the sidewalk with his rope still around my neck. People had hidden in their homes and were daring a peak through their curtains.

"Take a look, sweetheart," Striker said. "And how lucky you are to have wandered into the right town."

Wandered. I hadn’t wandered into it. Alastor had put me here because he knew it had legalized ring fights. He had done it on purpose. But why would he willingly let me go back into the ring fighting? Wasn't he worried about me getting killed?

I tripped in the midst of my limping and jammed my knees into the pavement. Striker laughed and waited for me to stand up, hands planted on his hips. "Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" His smile turned into a snarl.

"Why do you want me? I gave you years of fighting and good money. Surely you can let me go after all that."

He pulled the rope up and grabbed my chin so I would meet his eyes. He answered, "You dampened my reputation. No one had ever escaped my claws before except you. No one wanted to trade me their winning piece when I couldn't even contain my own. This is your payback." He pulled the rope even higher, forcing me to clamber to my own feet.

"We'll see the healer tonight and your first fight will start tomorrow." He grabbed my arm again and led me down the street. I had failed. I had gone from bad to worse to bad again. I had been lucky to escape the way I did. I wouldn't be able to do it again and not soon enough with no trust between us. Building that master-servant trust would take years after this.

I dropped to the ground again. "You'll have to drag my dead body, first," I snarled. I sent a heap of fire at his face but he deflected it with ease. He wrapped his claws around my throat and pinned me to the cold concrete.

"Don't think I won't," he snapped, "I'll break your other foot and arm if I have to. You can always be fixed." The corners of my vision darkened around him.

His weight was abruptly lifted off and my vision restored. I coughed to the side and pushed myself up. My eyes widened to find Alastor standing near my feet facing Striker. I inched backwards as Striker did the same. His hands were tight in fists but each step was a step backwards, not forward.

"Are you willing to lose your life over her?" Alastor asked. He remained in his calm pose with his staff in front of him.

"You don't participate in ring fights. What do you want her for?" Striker demanded. "She's been under my service for most of her life."

"That's for me to know and you never to find out."

Striker looked between the Radio Demon and me. His eyes were gauging the surroundings, desperately trying to determine if this was a fight he could win. Though both he and I had yet to hear of someone beating the Radio Demon.

"She'll be mine soon enough," Striker said and slithered down a street. By the time Alastor had turned to face me, I was gone, limping down another street.

Alastor appeared from the shadows and perched himself in front of me. He had a smile but he wasn't showing his teeth this time. "That was quiet interesting."

"I know what you're trying to do," I jutted a finger at him. I leaned against the wall to get off my injured foot. "You did this to me on purpose. You're trying to make me grateful for you."

"So what if I am?" He put his hands up like sharp ugly flowers. "After all, you should be grateful. You could carry on with a life in the rings or spend it in a distant safe house with nothing to worry about ever again.”

"It's a cage."

"To you, my dear, everything is a cage." He walked over and put his hand out to me.

"What?" I looked between his red eyes and his dark claws.

"Are you ready to return home now?"

I almost wished he had just teleported me back without asking. I didn't want to touch him let alone take his hand. Who knew if he had conjured up some kind of magic deal that solidified when I grabbed his hand?

And yet, when I looked around at the quiet, dangerous town, I knew there wasn't another option. He would keep looking for me and a Full mage with his power could most certainly find me with ease. I didn’t want to go back in that cellar. All because I had the worst luck in the world and had him as a soulmate.

I looked down at my feet and took his hand.

[barefoothighlander]

Hi! I hope you're well.

I have a request that may not be achievable and thats okay! Really, its just a thought.

What if the reader is a new recruit to the team and has the nickname 'Reaper' due to her skull Balaclava and skill (https://www.tumblr.com/men-wearing-masks/652072573328392192/skull-mask-week-day-47?source=share) from her other teams.

They're mainly a sniper but are amazing at everything. They're smaller than the rest of the team (I'm picturing an afab) but they're silent and bring death with them.

For example; Ghost is noticeable by his naturally intimidating presence but Reaper cannot be noticed unless you're actually looking for them, and when they pass, it feels as if a cold shiver has gone down your spine.

I picture this being a Ghost x reader because they're just as good as ghost, if not better, and everyone teases him about that. Making jokes about how reader is on top because a Reaper is higher up the chain than a ghost. Then I feel like on a mission reader gets sick of it, but in an attempt to be 'part of the team' they make a joke that's sexual in nature about her being on top which just sets ghost off.

If you don't do anything with this, totally understand, hope this wasn't just a silly rant though 'xD

Much love,

🔳

ok, sorry this took me so long to respond to I was trying to flesh it out but I hope it fits what you imagined

warnings: typical violence, death

“Hostiles are taken care of, you’re clear for entry” You call it in through your comms, you’re sat high on a hill, hidden from view by the dark as the team infiltrates.

“Copy Reaper, moving in”

You walk as Ghost and Soap make their way into the building, changing your sight to check in on windows.

“I’ve got eyes on two, south east window”

No response

“Alpha team I’ve got eyes on two, how copy?”

The comms are silent, you don’t think you just move, sprinting down the hill before you’re in front of the target building, you can hear the echoes of gunshots.

“Soap I’m at the entrance, what’s going on in there”

You hear someone inside yell, deciding to rush in to cover, you make your way through the rooms, clearing them before heading up the stairs to follow the noise. You see muzzle flashes at the end of the hallway, you slowly make your way down before turning into a room, Soaps backed against a wall struggling with one of the men, you raise your gun to fire but your arms are quickly pushed away,

“Reaper, on your left”

You struggle against the man in front of you, using your foot you kick at his knee knocking him down, your knife raising to plant in his neck before you pull it out, throwing it across the room, it lands in the shoulder of the man strangling Soap, he screams in pain and Soap is able to push him off to kill him.

“Thanks”

You nod your head, “Where’s Ghost?”

“We split down a hallway, comms went dead a few seconds after”

“Why do these always turn into rescue missions”

“Maybe he likes being saves by you”

You roll your eyes at him, picking up your gun and advancing around the building, there’s no sign of Ghost in the rooms.

“Stay inside, I’ll search the perimeter” You say

“Stick to the shadows” Soap winks

You make your way outside, creeping around the dark spots of the yard as you slice through the few remaining hostiles, you come across Ghost in the garage, he’s focused on some computer as you approach.

“Thought you went missing”

Your presence surprises him,

“Clear the building?”

“No thanks to you”

“I did my part” He gestures towards the two dead men on the opposite side of the room, “Got what we came for, let’s go”

You meet back up with Soap at the front of the house, making your way to the rendezvous point,

"You better thank your God that Reaper was here to save your ass LT"

"I was fine"

"Not counting the hostiles swarming you" You jump in

Ghost glares at you as the three of you make your way onto the heli for evac. Arriving back at base Ghost is practically silent, sparing you few words during your ride while Soap talks your ear off, there's something off about Ghost but you can't place it, you decide to leave it be.

The base is bustling when you arrive, people running everywhere, your attention being drawn all around until Price shouts for you,

"Reaper, need you on the next car out"

"Just me Sir?"

"Just you, need the best" He nudges your shoulder, you turn to see Ghost standing behind you, fists clenched at his side,

"You've got competition LT" Soap jokes running past you, Ghost walks away without a word, leaving you standing alone.

Your mission was a success, in and out, just you with Price covering from the sky. You managed to clear the building without being detected, sticking to the shadows as you dropped hostiles one by one.

Your muscles ached arriving back, simply wanting to shower and sleep except Soap had forced you invited you to join the team for a drink, figuring it was an easy way to fit into the team you accepted.

The team was already a few drinks down when you arrived, Ghost catching your attention as he sat in the corner, leaned back in his chair.

"There ya are" Soap shouts from across the pub, hollering you over to their table, you sit and he hands you a beer, you feel the cool glass against your warm palm, eyes darting around the room.

"So is there something about the masks that the rest of us don't get?" Soap asked, pointing between you and Ghost, you tilt your head in question,

"No, no correlation"

"Just coincidence?"

"Just coincidence" You nod

"Well just seems that LT's been knocked down a peg since you showed up, no longer the scary lad in a mask compared to you"

You glare to your side, you can see how Ghost's face contorts under his mask, fumes practically coming from his face,

"Ghost is just as good as me"

"Ghost can't do what you can believe me," Soap laughs, taking another sip of his drink

"That'll do Johnny" His voice booms in your ears,

"You think you're better than me Ghost?" You say, suddenly filled with courage, he doesn't afford you a response, he simply stares back at your masked face.

"You do" Your words are cut off by Johnny

"Is it that mask?" He turns to Ghost,

"What?"

"S'that why you're always buggin' Reaper, you like them, some sort of mask kink?"

Your eyes go wide at his words, your chest suddenly feeling tight,

"You like a strong woman LT?" Soap laughs

Ghost's next movements are quick, he stands from the table practically knocking over everyone's drinks before his hands are at Soap's throat, Price jumps to pull him off but it's no use.

"Keep your fuckin mouth closed Sargeant"

Soap sobers up instantly, nodding under Ghost's grip before being released, there are murmurs around the pub as Ghost exits, the air is thick with tension.

The rest of the night was quiet, the men keeping their jokes to themselves out of fear of Ghost somehow hearing. The next day on base was even more awkward, strange tension between the team had unfolded as Ghost barely spoke a word to anyone all day.

A few hours later you make your way to the gym, completely surprised to see the Lieutenant there you eye him as you enter, setting up on the large mat in the centre of the room.

You watch as he moves to stand in front of you, his stare pinning you down,

"Ready?" He asks, you nod before lunging at him, your arms wrapping around his waist as you dig your feet into the mat trying to push him backward.

You grapple for a few minutes, both of you refusing to tap out, intent on proving you are better than the other, you manage to trip him and he falls with his back flat on the mat. Your legs move to straddle over his torso, your arms pinning him down as you cover his form, your heavy breaths filling the air.

"Guess I really am on top" You laugh

Without a second thought, he thrusts his hips, throwing you off him so he can flip your form, pinning you against the mat, you're caged under his form as he pins you flat, there's no chance of getting out. You writhe against his grip but he doesn't falter, simply staring you down,

"Give up?"

"Not a chance" You continue to struggle against his grip,

"You're just gonna tire yourself out"

"Using weight against your opponent is cheating"

"It's smart, you're small but quick, and I'm more than double your size"

"Get off" You huff

"Tap out"

"Admit I'm better than you"

He laughs at your words, releasing his grip before standing, he lets you get up, your hands rubbing at your wrists as you move across the room, you turn around and he's in front of you. He forces you back his strides pushing you back until you collide with the wall, you tilt your head from him, his mouth inches from your ear, you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin.

"You may be better in the field" He pulls back to face you, his dark eyes glued to yours as your body stands still, "But I'm always on top" You can see his smirk under his mask as he leaves, you're frozen in your spot, his words replaying in your head.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

A Danish Werewolf in The City

The First Taste - part 1

Note: eh... surprise! the fic was getting too long for my liking, so I splitted it up and decided to drop the first part already. So... here's the first part of the last chapter, I hope you'll enjoy it!

previous chapters: part 1 - part 2

Pairing: werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)

Warnings: 18+, angst/horror. mention of blood, brief mention of (child) murder and alcohol.

Wordcount: 2,4k

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You woke up when a cold wind embraced your body as you laid in bed, hands searching for the warm covers to pull over you when you suddenly realised something was missing. You opened your eyes and found yourself all alone, your window still open and the shredded curtains dancing eerily in the early morning breeze. You felt the pillow next to you and discovered it was cold, as was the side of the bed next to you… 

Sihtric was gone.

He had gone without a word, sneaking out of your window at a time you were sound asleep, and he had left nothing except for traces of dried blood. Vague memories of the night before began to creep back into your mind; the horrifying transforming of your boyfriend into that beast, the awful slaughter of the vampires, and the warmness you had felt when you cried into the wolf's fur after Sihtric had crawled in bed with you. Your eyes welled up at the disturbing memories, and the sight of dried blood on your sheets and windowsill were cause for concern. Sihtric had clearly been injured during the fight, but you hadn't noticed it when he was in his wolf shape. 

You jumped up and got dressed in a hurry before you rushed to your car. You knew exactly where you would find Sihtric, as there was only one place a wounded animal like him could go to…

You ran up to the doors of your occasional workplace and found them unlocked, a sign that your gut feeling had been right. The vets didn't work on weekends, unless it was an emergency, but you hadn't received any calls and so you knew that Sihtric had found his way there to fix himself up. He betrayed his presence when he heard the entrance door slam shut after you had walked in, and he accidentally knocked over a tray with medical tools in his slight scare. You were fast to figure out which surgery room he was in, and you both froze when you found each other and locked eyes.

There he was, your boyfriend, sitting on the veterinary table in his human form. He was dressed in black sweatpants with black leather boots underneath, clearly old and worn, and probably were clothes that had been tucked in a locker in his vet office in case of emergencies. His toned upper body was bare and decorated with cuts and bruises which he had collected the night before. All wounds were stitched up by now, but fresh blood was still smudged over his pale skin, as you had caught him before he could clean himself up. Sihtric's hands trembled as you stared at him, like a deer in headlights, holding a blood drenched cloth in one hand, while his other held a half empty bottle of alcohol.

'I… I'm paying for this, don't worry,' Sihtric managed to whisper hoarsely, 'I always do.'

'What do you mean you always do?' was all you could bring out.

'This… it's not the first time I come here to fix myself up,' he said, clearly ashamed, 'I heal fast, but sometimes I need stitches. And I can't go to a hospital like this without being put into an asylum or something,' he chuckled faintly, 'hospitals aren't keen on treating werewolfs anyway. And a full sized werewolf would scare the shit out of any veterinarian too. So where else am I supposed to go? I can only go here because I work here… I didn't raid your vet place because it could get you in trouble-'

'Why didn't you ask me for help?'

Sihtric stared at you, his mouth half open as he hadn't finished his sentence, and he then looked away with a light shrug. He shook his head, indicating he didn't know why he hadn't asked for your help, and had instead left you with blooded sheets and blood stains on your bedroom floor and windowsill. But the truth was that he knew very well why he hadn't asked for help, because he knew you were afraid of him and that everything had changed.

'Why didn't you wake me up?' you asked, anger and sadness evident in your voice, 'how could you… do you even know-,' you scoffed as you couldn't find the right words, and you threw your hands up, 'what… what am I supposed to do with… with you? What… how could we ever… I- I need answers, Sihtric. I need some fucking answers.'

'I'll tell you everything,' Sihtric said gloomily, 'just ask.'

You sighed, your breath was unsteady as you grabbed a chair and sat down at the desk across from the table Sihtric sat upon. You dragged your trembling hands over your face while Sihtric was quick to gulp down the remaining alcohol left in the bottle, and he placed it on the table once it was emptied. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then stared at you intently, waiting for you to speak.

'Those vampires,' you began, holding back your tears, 'how… I mean, you killed them. I know you did, so there must be evidence left in the woods-'

'It's taken care of,' Sihtric said curtly.

'How?'

'My pack. They took care of it when I went to find you.'

'Your… pack, okay,' you nodded slowly, slightly agitated, 'and… would you turn me to make me a part of your pack?'

'No,' he said, pained, 'never, my love, never. I would never want to turn you.'

'But why not?' you frowned, almost offended at his answer.

'Because that very first transformation is awful. It hurts so much it… it cannot be put into words. And that is a pain and a fright and a torture I wish to never put you through. Nor the… the bloodlust that comes with it afterwards. And more than anything I wish to be human, darling, more than anything,' he said softly, 'I would never want to turn anyone into something I do not wish to be.'

'So… you've never turned anyone, not even those in your pack?'

'The werewolves in my pack are stray wolves I befriended over the years. I've never turned anyone. I… I've only killed.'

'Killed,' you repeated softly, and scoffed, 'those humans and those… those babies you've killed, did you enjoy that?'

'As a human? No,' he said firmly, 'but… as a werewolf? Yes, I do. Hunting and killing is part of a wolf's nature, so it feels natural. However, when I shift, half or full, I… I am still very much aware of what I do. My human mind is there, it's just not in control-'

'So you are aware that you've killed?'

'I am,' he said sadly, 'and I am not proud of that. And I haven't killed or even attacked a human in many years, I promise.'

'Then how do you feed as a werewolf?'

'Animals,' Sihtric said quietly, 'sometimes I feed on animals.'

You gasped lightly and shook your head. For a moment you buried your face in your hands, collecting your thoughts and unable to look at the man you had been so in love with less than twenty four hours ago who now looked nothing like him anymore.

'So… those wounded animals we treat here-'

'No,' Sihtric interrupted, 'I've never attacked or wounded an animal that came through here.'

'But some… some markings on them-'

'That wasn't me!' he almost barked and threw the empty glass bottle on the floor with such force, it shattered and splintered all over the ground.

You jumped up at his sudden aggression, immediately reaching for the door and wanting to leave, but you stopped when he suddenly breathed down your neck and grabbed your arm. He backed you up against the door, his trembling hands lightly holding your face, giving you every chance to shove him away, but you just couldn't get away from him, because you just didn't want to.

'I'm sorry. I am… and I… I don't know where this leaves us,' Sihtric spoke soft and hoarsely, 'but if… if you can't be with me because it's too much,' he swallowed hard, trying to sound confident and tough, but it was evident he was heartbroken, 'if my werewolf side is too much, then I understand you do not want to be with me anymore. I already… tried to accept the fact you will break up with me. And I'm sorry… I'm sorry for everything you had to witness,' his voice died with a whiny sob as he desperately fought his emotions, without success, 'I know you will leave me… I know it, but I… I don't want you to.'

You sniffled and placed your hands on his neck, while tears rolled down his cheeks as he leaned his forehead against yours. You wept silently and slowly reached for his face, gently cupping his cheeks and moving closer to kiss his lips. A kiss you drowned in as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, and you melted in his warm embrace while you tasted the alcohol with a faint hint of blood on his tongue.

'It's you,' he whispered against your lips as he cried, 'you… please, I only want you. I'm sorry. Please, don't… don't leave me… I know it's a lot, but please-'

'I- I need time,' you whispered with a sob, 'I don't know if I can… if we could ever be- I'm sorry, Sihtric, but this is just the first taste I'm getting of this side of you,' you looked up at him as he stepped back, and you wiped your tears, 'just… please, just know that I love you, okay?'

You stared up at him when his eyes became threatening while his jaw was clenched tightly. And suddenly you began to fear the man in front of you, and no longer just the beast that was inside of him.

'Sihtric,' you began to stammer as you watched him back away, 'I… I love y-'

'You don't!' he suddenly raised his voice, then exhaled sharply and looked away from you again as he started to pace around the room, 'you don't love me,' he muttered as if speaking to himself, his voice trembled while his hands raked through his loose hair and the broken glass crushed underneath his heavy boots with every step he took, 'you couldn't possibly love me, you couldn't. No one can. No one could love a monster. Just… just go, please, just go.'

'Sihtric,' you tried, 'please, just-'

'Go!' Sihtric snarled as he lashed out, 'just go and leave me!'

Several months passed since you had last seen Sihtric. You had replaced the curtains and scrubbed the blood off your wooden floor, but the claw markings outside your window were still there. You had been heartbroken since you last saw him, and even though you had expected that time would heal you up, it simply hadn't. You were still in love with him, and it was an ongoing battle inside of you ever since that frightful night in the woods. How could you love a man who could shift into a werewolf, being fully aware of his doings? Sihtric was a monster in a way, you knew that, but you also knew that he was a good man who truly loved you. 

After your abrupt break-up you slowly started to research werewolves and all beings alike, after you had taken some time to let it all sink in. You read frightening lore and heard the strangest stories as you spend hours listening to podcasts about apparent sightings. You desperately wanted to understand Sihtric and prove to yourself that he wasn't dangerous, or a monster. But you couldn't deny the horrors he had participated in and those you had witnessed yourself. And yet, after everything that had happened, you knew too that Sihtric had never harmed you and only ever wanted to protect you.

But Sihtric was, like you, conflicted about his being. He had been at peace with it and in control for the most part, but knowing it was the reason you couldn't be with him had ripped him apart. You had never called him a monster out loud, and you never had to, Sihtric could clearly read it in your eyes whenever you had looked at him the last time he saw you at the vet. And he figured that if the monster inside of him was going to destroy his life anyway and take all he loved, he might as well embrace his being 

And that's what he did. 

When human, Sihtric had delved into researching and tracing down every vampire coven nearby after you had split up. For it was vampires who had caused him to shift that night in the woods, with you by his side, so it was on them he sought his revenge. He stopped chaining himself up during the full Moon, completely destroying the set up he had made in his shed and allowing himself to shift without keeping any control over it, only to then roam the dark streets as the beast he was. Lurking in the darkness with his pack, hunting down and slaughtering every vampire they could possibly find after scouting their hideouts during the day. And the blood on his paws stained his hands too, for every cut and bruise he received as a werewolf in his reckless attempt to mend his broken heart, his human body suffered the very same damage and his eyes witnessed the murders.

Every night Sihtric would stroll by your home in his full wolf form, observing the area for hours to make sure you were safe. Some nights you woke up in the dead of night, swearing you had heard his howl in the distance or his soft whines just outside your window. But every time you looked outside, hoping to see a black wolf with mismatched eyes looking up at you, you found nothing but darkness as far as you could see. And your heart sank as you believed that it had just been another dream you had about him, like almost every night.

Sihtric became battered and bruised over time, and it angered him that he never felt better after each slaughter he had survived and each win he gained. As time continued to pass, he slowly began to realise that even if he killed every other creature of the night, it still wouldn't bring you back to him and his beating heart would remain empty and broken inside of his chest. He knew nothing would bring you back and, to his horror, he started to realise he was turning into his father after all; a cold-hearted killer. Because he may have only killed vampires, but he knew very well that, just as werewolves, not all vampires have ill intent.

And when another full Moon was approaching, Sihtric stepped into the shed in his backyard and made a list of everything he needed to restrain himself again, in order to not roam the streets and kill more of the creatures he would forever blame for losing you.

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Yan!Ethan x Reader

Decided to try and write something a bit darker. He’ll carve his name into your hip— other than that nothing too bad! Enjoy [ 1.3k wc]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

12:32 am.. October 12th.

It was your birthday finally, deciding to spend the first 3 hours watching horror movies— snuggled up on your couch watching a movie; eating a batch of fresh buttery popcorn. You’d been watching scary movies since 11 since you didn’t want to wait another hour to 12— binging Jason and shows alike.

You were finally immersed, jumping at every jumpscare unless you expected it— hyperaware of everything. Then you got a text. You opened your phone, noting the unknown number.

Hi Y/N. I heard it was your birthday. Happy birthday (:

You thought it off as one of your classmates that didn’t have your number. Got it off Chad, about to write back when you could’ve sworn you heard your door unlock in that moment. It wasn’t from the movie, you were sure of it. You’ve been unlocking and locking that door for years now. You got up and went straight to the kitchen, grabbing one of the knives with phone in hand— making sure there was nobody behind you. Your phone pinged again.

I don’t think a kitchen knife is the best choice birthday girl. But this will be real fun since you wanna play.

You were scared. This wasn’t a classmate, there was someone watching you— but you weren’t standing near any windows. And you didn’t see anybody in your house, but you were sure they were inside. Then you remembered, your newly installed cameras. You went back to your living room, mainly cause there was only one way to enter it— opening your phone to turn off the cameras. It wasn’t working.

The app is currently getting reworked and will be up October 13th 12:00am.

For fucks sake.You frustratedly groaned before peeking around a corner, you retreated to your room— going straight in and closing the door behind you. You went to call the police, suddenly feeling a hand go over your mouth and knock the phone out your hand. You were scared yes, fighting until you felt the cold metal against the nap of your neck.

A sigh came from your attacker, looking up to see the white mask— making your blood run cold. You didn’t put up much of a fight. I was so excited. Excited? You couldn’t focus, shaking out of fear before feeling him caress the side of your face. You wanted to scream, but it was too risky— even if someone noticed; he would probably be home free by the time they busted open your door. I’m gonna uncover your mouth Y/N. If you scream well. I think you know what will happen— won’t you? You swallowed in fear, nodding hesitantly before he uncovered it, his hands moving down to yours— holding both in one of his. He taped them tightly together and pushed you on your bed. You suddenly started crying, realizing you could very well be dead by tonight.

Oh don’t cry Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you. Not at all. Not even for the world. Then what do you want? You of course. You were confused, realizing who the voice belonged to. This whole time, you were being nice and friendly with a murderer. Ethan..? He pulled his mask off, flashing you a smile— caressing your cheek. It’s me princess. You don’t know how much trouble I went through to make this happen you know? All just to see your pretty face. As scared as you were, you always liked Ethan and had feelings for him— not like this though. He leaned in, rubbing your exposed thighs in your shorts— without thinking leaning into his soft hands before snapping out of it; making him smile. You liked that didn’t you. Why would I like a freak like you? You think I don’t see when you clench your thighs together anytime I leaned in a little too close? Or hear when you touched yourself when I gave you my jacket. You gulped. How did he know? Was he really this obsessed over you? Stalking you whenever you walked home? All those guys you were suppose to go on a date with, who do you think protected you from their horrible intentions with you? I did. You always look at over guys. Except for me.

He would lean in, you trying to scoot away— only pulling you back towards him by your thigh. You yelped, falling onto your back— him leaning over and pinning you down under him. You looked up at him with scared but entranced eyes. It turned him on. He roughly kissed you, it taking a second to kiss back. You didn’t want to let your heart be the downfall of you right now, trying to think of all the guys he’s killed.. for you.

Maybe he was trying to protect you from whatever scheme these other guys had with you. You mind suddenly went hazy at him biting your lip, a soft moan coming from you as he pulled away. I want to be the only one for you Y/N. You don’t need them, you only need me. He said cutting up your shirt and shorts leaving you exposed as you gasped when he kissed up and down your exposed skin— pulling out soft whimpers from you.

He sat up, taking off his costume— slightly drooling at his abs; wanting to see what else could be under the black pants he was wearing. He held your thighs over his shoulders, kissing your clit and making you shudder. He hungrily licked up and down your pussy, your hands finding their way to his curls and tugging on them. You moaned out, probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Holy shit Ethan. You— I only wanna hear you crying my name out for everyone on this block to know who I am baby. He said, before continuing on with devouring your pussy. It wasn’t long before you came, squishing Ethan between your thighs— them falling on either side of his head. You felt him move, his tip gently opening apart your pussy lips. Shit, I cant hold back anymore Eth— He pushed in, splitting you apart on his dick— a whimper coming from him. Oh god, you feel so much better than I imagined. He groaned, pulling out and watching your pussy clench around nothing before pushing back in and starting a pace. He pulled your face to his and kissed you in a messy heat, crying out in between the kiss how good he felt.

Such a fucking slut. Letting a sick fuck like me come and fuck your pretty pussy like this? Huh? You whined in response, earning you a slap on your face. Answer me. I’m a slut! A fucking whore just for you Ethan! He took out his phone, recording you from head to toe crying on his dick— your sense of humility too far gone to care. You clenched around him tightly, earning a deep low groan from him. Gonna cum soon princess? Yes! Please let me cum please. He got his knife, etching his name into your hip— making you shake and cry from the pain.

His phone caught the image of you crying on his dick, your back arched and blood dripping down your hip and thigh onto him. He came deep inside, making you whimper as he pulled out and kissed your stomach— licking up your blood before cleaning you up and bandaging your hip up.

Did I do too much? No. I loved it. Also are you on the pill? I wasn’t really— Yes I am Ethan calm down. He sighed and smiled as you laughed at him, kissing before he started to get up from your bed. You should stay with me here, since it’s my birthday. He sighed,smiling at you with adoration

I cant deny it if it’s for your birthday.

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Fluff Alphabet | Jude Bellingham

Halloween fluff alphabet Jude Bellingham This took me so long, please reblog and comment on it and I will do more fluff alphabets. Hope you like it!! Word Count: 2,300 AUTUMN - Autumn was your favourite time of the year, you loved the cold weather and getting to curl up on the sofa with a good book, a hot chocolate in your hands. With Jude laying beside you as you cuddled up whilst he was watching TV. BLACK CATS - "You know black cats are unlucky if you see them" you told him as you were watching the tv show which had black cats in. "Is it? I thought that was a joke"he laughed. "Well I'm pretty sure it is, unless I made it up" shrugging away. "No it is true, just googled it. It is unlucky, so let's not get us a black cat. I don't fancy being unlucky"

COSTUMES - You and Jude were invited to the local Halloween party, you wanted to have matching costumes with Jude. You decided you would dress up as the characters from IT. "You look amazing, we do make a good team. Look kind of sexy you know" you blushed under your red face paint. "Judeeeee, shhh" you let out a giggle as you walked into the party with all eyes turned to face you. DARKNESS - You hated the darkness, you were always so scared of it especially at night time when you were going to sleep. You always had to have a light on or having a gap in the curtains open so you could have some sort of light coming in which Jude usually disliked. "Jude it's so dark in here, please have a bit of light in here" you sighed as you made Jude turn the lights on. "Are you expecting the monsters to come in at night, I can protect you" Jude wrapped his arms around your waist as you breathed in his aftershave. EYEBALLS - You were in the mood for pranking Jude, you had created some fake eyeballs after finding an amazing tutorial on how you do it. "These eyeballs are disgusting" you grimaced as you put them in his coat pocket. "So ready to go out?" he asked as you slipped your shoes on as he put his hand in his coat pocket. "What the fuck?- no I'm gonna be sick is that slime. AN EYEBALL??! you are for it you know, wipe that smirk off of your face" you laughed as he held the eyeball in his hand. "Oh am I? like my masterpiece I made these and you'll find them all around the house" you teased. "You better not have put one in my shoe" you shrugged. "Have to find out won't ya" you winked. FILM NIGHT - You had so many Halloween films that Jude had yet to see, you had told him that he needed to be educated in films. “If they are scary I’m going” he laughed as you got the popcorn out ready to watch all the spooky films for the evening. "Just wait and see, we have a whole day to watch them" you grinned as you snuggled up and watched film after film. GHOST - Sitting in the house on Halloween night, the house was quiet and alone as Jude was in the opposite room playing FIFA as usual. Whilst you were reading your book, you felt a cold breeze coming in as you shivered, slightly confused as there were no windows open whatsoever. Next thing you know is you felt something touch you, as you screamed and threw the book up in the air Jude ran in the room. "What's going on? are you okay?" he asked you as you shook your head. "There's a ghost here" you shouted as Jude bit his lip and tried to stop himself from laughing. "You are joking I promise" he teased as you rolled your eyes straight at him. HAUNTED HOUSE - Dragging Jude to the local haunted house. "It is freezing in here, hold my hand tightly so you don't get scared or get lost" you laughed as you knew Jude was worried just as much as you were. You held it tightly as you got jumped out yet again by the staff at the haunted house. "Needs to stop doing that" you laughed as you clutched your chest as you were scared. "We aren't coming to this again, my nerves can't take it" you smirked.

INSIDE - The house was now looking all spooky, you had fluffy pumpkins everywhere as well as the ones you carved. The house was looking amazing. "I love the mini ones, they are cute" Jude smiled as you carried on putting the final touches to the decorated house. It was looking absolutely perfect and just how you wanted it.

JACK O'LANTERN - You had finished putting the final touches on the jack o'lanterns, they were looking absolutely perfect now and you had put the small candle tea lights in the pumpkin as they were lighting up. "I love them, you are so creative" you grinned as you put them out the front door as you wanted the children to see them and hope that they would look inviting to the trick or treaters.

KILLER CLOWNS - "We are not putting that clown film on right now, don't expect me to sleep a wink tonight" you screamed out as you hid your face with the pillow as you could hear the theme tune. "NO NO NO" you screamed as Jude touched your arm. "You love the clowns darling, I'll protect you" he tried to flirt with you. "No we aren't doing that as I will not be watching this" you screamed out as he tried to flirt his way out of trouble as he turned the film back over.

LANTERN - The house was pitch black, the worst time for the power to be going off. Luckily you had a lantern from a while back and you decided it would be the best time to use it. "Pass me that, I need to go and see if I can get the lights back on" he asked as you handed it back to him. "Be careful, I don't trust you to do all that shit. You aren't grown up just yet" you smirked. "Good job I can't see that smirk on your face" you rolled your eyes. "And that eye rolling too" he screamed out as he walked away with the lanterns.

MAZE - "No not that way, that way" you pointed forward as Jude stood with his hands on his hips. "No it is that way surely?" he laughed as he pointed in the opposite direction. "We are going to get so angry because we aren't going to get out of this maze if we carry on" you laughed as you wandered around yet again. "Yeah I don't fancy sleeping in the maze because we have murdered each other as we can't find our way out" you teased. "Yeah let's try and get out" you smiled as you headed out, well attempting to get out.

NIGHT - All you could hear was little children screaming as they were running around as they played out in the streets all dressed up. "This is so lovely, like a dream to be here with you and I just can't wait to do that with our little one whenever we go and have one" you smiled as you cuddled him as tight as you could. "I can't either, this sounds so perfect" Jude grinned.

OWL - You were laying in bed, seeing the bright moon as you couldn't get to sleep. All you could hear was a bird, it was playing on your mind and that was all that you could hear. Jude was peacefully sleeping beside you whilst you were wide awake, you huffed as you looked outside and heard the owl making the noise you'd heard all night. "What's up?" Jude whispered as you moved in the bed as you heard the owl making the noise. "I can hear an owl all night and it's super spooky" you mumbled as you tried to rest your head down again.

PUMPKIN PICKING - You had told Jude so many times how you wanted to go to the pumpkin picking patch, he moaned each and every time you mentioned it. You just knew you had to get that annual yearly photo even though you didn't need or want a pumpkin. But it was tradition, to make Jude put his shoes on and listen to him get all muddy for a matter of five minutes. As long as you got a cute photo you put up with his moaning.

QUEEN - "You are the queen of Halloween" you turned around as you saw Jude smiling as you had completed your 30th Halloween makeup look. You had started so many looks, you were just so excited at how this one turned out. "Aww thank you babe" you smiled as he had to pull his phone out as he took a photo of you as you were dressed as queen of hearts. "You are just incredible" he muttered as you took some more videos to upload to social media.

RIP - The amount of films you watched, the more you didn't get scared. But whenever there were gravestones involved, you hated it. You got so scared. "Why do you put these on when you don't even watch them babe" Jude asked as you rolled your eyes without even lifting your eyes off of your phone. "I am, I don't like these scenes you know I hate it" you muttered. "Halloween sometimes is just a little scary and throws me off a bit" you whispered as you gulped loudly. "Oh I am sorry you feel like that. let us put something more cheery on" he mumbled as he paused the film.

SPIDERS - Whenever there was a spider in the house, you tried to get Jude to get them down and out of the house. But Jude didn't like to tell that he absolutely hated spiders as well, hiding his pain as you both ran around the house as the spider was practically tormenting you both in your own home.

TRICK OR TREATING - You and Jude were going out with some of the boys children, Jude was desperate to take them trick and treating. Think he was more excited than they were. “You know those sweets are supposed to be for the children and not you, not sure you can get away with being a child” Jude turned and shrugged. “With my boyish young looks, I’ll always get away with it. Anyway I have to test them out just in case they are poisonous you know” he smirked. “Oh course you do” you laughed as he ran along with the children.

UNEASY - Halloween sometimes made you feel so uneasy, you were slightly nervous about going to this party as you absolutely hated the theme for some reason. "You'll be okay I promise angel, I am here with you" he whispered as he held your hand as tightly as he could as he could sense how you were feeling.

VAMPIRE - "I want to suck your blood" Jude whispered whilst you were making your dinner. "Don't be doing that whilst I have a knife in my hand because you most certainly will be doing that" you clutched your chest dramatically as you dropped the knife. "Rude babe, right shall I make dinner?" you nodded at him as you turned and faced him realising that he had fangs in. "Where do you get these things?" you laughed as he leaned in and kissed you as he tried to bite your lip with his fangs.

WAND - "Where did you get that?" you asked him as he waved his wand at you. "Oh you have always wanted to wave your wand at me" you winked. "You saucy devil you" he teased. "So why do you have that?" you asked him. "When I went to Harry Potter world I bought it, so I am going as a magician when I have our next party" you simply nodded as you just ignored him as you still had no clue he even had that wand.

XYLOPHONE - As you walked through the maze you heard the music being played. "No that is too much" you cringed. "I feel like we are in our own film that is so creepy" you laughed as you held his hand tightly. "That is so strange, I don't like it" you grabbed his hand as you tried your hardest as you made your way out of the maze as fast as you could before you could go and grab some food.

YOU - Your fourth Halloween with Jude, getting to experience one in Birmingham, Dortmund and now in Madrid. You were so lucky that you got to explore with your favourite person, you were just so happy with him. "I love doing this with you" you kissed his cheek as you posted pictures of you in all your Halloween costumes throughout the year. "I do too baby" Jude smirked as you got ready to come for your next party.

ZOMBIE - "Do you believe in zombies?" Jude randomly blurted out as you were driving him to training one morning. "Huh?" you turned to face him as the lights were changed. "Do you?" he asked again. "Not something I really think about on a normal day to day basis to be honest Jude, but i don't think I do" you replied. "Oh right? well I do and I think I'll come back as a zombie" he smirked. "Oh shit, I better say that I believe it now. I don't fancy getting taken away by a zombie" you teased him. "You do come out with some strange shit" you giggled to Jude.

[aliveinacoffin]

AHH I LOVE UR FICS SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️ COULD U DO MAYBE A SMALL FIC OF A FEW CHARACTERS LIKE HOW THEY WOULD ACT AS UR BF? MAYBE LIKE IZUKU,BAKUGO,KIRISHIMA,AIZAWA, DENKI,PRESENT MIC, IDK UP TO U! WHATEVER CHARACTERS ARE EASIEST! THANK UU 💗💗💗

AAA OFF OFC, I LOVE YOUUU, I decided to do all because I'm a people pleaser \^-^/

My Hero Academia Imagines

"Your Boyfriend"

How would these characters act as your boyfriend? What are their quirks and flaws? How do they act on those lazy Sundays? How do they talk about you to others?

Izuku - First date

Izuku Midoriya is such a nervous man when it comes to dating

When you two became friends, he was just fine around you

But when he realized he liked you, he reverted to that blushing, melting stuttering mess of a teenage boy

Even if he was an adult, he'd revert back to his teenage habits

While dating you, he'd think he was constantly he was doing something wrong or not doing enough, sometimes even thinking he was too much

Poor boy didn't know much about romantic relationships and would get insecure

It would take him a while for him to open up, embarrassed about his naivety.

Likes PDA, but doesn't go overboard: Handholding, pecks, and hugs

Anything more leaves him blushing and stumbling over himself

He confesses before you two can go on a date, and after figuring out your relationship he'll shyly ask you out on a dinner date because that's what they're supposed to do, right?

Was it obvious he didn't know what he was doing?

-A ringing from your phone gets your attention, and you pull away from getting ready to check your phone. When you flipped your device over, you smiled at the contact name. 'Izuku<;3'. For the past couple of months, you and the green-haired boy had been dating. The other week, he must've realized that he hadn't taken you out on a date, so he very apologetically asked you out. Without a shred of hesitance, you accepted. "Hey, Izu." You greeted. "Hi! Um, are you ready?" Izuku's voice was slightly shakey, nerves getting the better of him. "Yup! Are you here already?" You walked over to your window, peeking out the window. You smiled at his small form standing awkwardly in front of your home. "Yes, I hope I didn't come too early." You saw him adjusting his tie, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You're alright, I'll be down in just a sec. By the way, you look cute in your suit." You laughed, pressing your warm face against the cold glass. Izuku hummed in confusion and jumped when he looked up to see you. He waved at you, and you returned the gesture. Quickly, you grabbed your shoes and raced down to the front door, hurriedly putting them on while you opened the door. Izuku's blush deepened when he took in the sight of you, absolutely enamored by your beauty. "You look handsome." You complimented him, and he was just frozen on the spot. "Y-you look stunning! You always look beautiful, but just tonight you're so pretty, not that you usually aren't-its just-" You cut him off, pressing gentle fingers to his rambling mouth. "I understand, thank you." You tipped towards him and gave his a chaste kiss, heading towards his car. He hurriedly followed after you, holding the door open for you before he got in the driver's seat. You both made light conversation on the way to the restaurant, you trying to ease his nerves and him rambling. When you arrived at the destination, your eyes widened in surprise and wonder. It was the nicest restaurant in all of Japan, reservations were almost impossible to get unless you were literally made of money. "Izuku Midoriya, how much did you spend?" You gaped at him, now it was your turn to be in shock. He shook his head, grabbing your arm to lead you to the entrance. "Don't worry about it. Anything is worth it for you." Izuku smiled brightly, his smile so wide and bright it almost blinded you. A fancy-looking waiter scattered you to a very nice table, surrounded by decorations and people that just screamed money. The rest of the dinner he wasn't as nervous, he was blushing the entire time, but you could hold a real conversation with him. When he drove you home from the dinner he paid for, (despite your many protests) he stopped you before you could reach your door. He ran to the back of his car and pulled out a bouquet of roses and a teddy bear in your favorite color. "Izuku." Your eyes softened, and he tentatively stepped up to you. "I wanted to give these to you at the start, but I thought it'd be better to surprise you at the end." Izuku admitted while he tried to hide his head in his shoulder. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. He was surprised at first but quickly melted into the sweet kiss. You pulled back, hands cupping his face while you two just gazed at each other silently. The moment was beautiful, he was lit by your porch light, highlighting him against the dark night sky, he was your light in the darkness. Izuku knew it was too late for him, the night casting you in a shadow, giving you a beautiful halo. You were his angel, sent from heaven up above. "Best first date ever." You smiled at him, and he just pulled you in for another kiss.

Bakugo - Better Than Anyone

Katsuki Bakugo who doesn't realize his feelings for you at first

Someone else has to point out his own damn feelings, which he denied to no end at first

'If you don't like them, why are you making their favorite meal right now?'

He may or may not have blasted them away, now thoroughly pissed off

He would never like anyone, they'd just get in the way of his dreams

Plus, you were too weak for him anyway, you could never be on his level!

So why was he making your favorite meal at eight AM for you to take to for lunch later?

Why was he texting you to make sure you ate, what time you got out, what your schedule was

Whatever, it was nothing! Just something he did to make sure your dumbass ate

It took you almost dying for him to realize how much of a dumbass he was, and he immediately told you to go out with him

Yeah, told you

Thankfully you agreed, and quickly your relationship grow and form

He already talked about you a lot before, but now it was ten times worse

It seemed like he was shit-talking you, but don't be fooled by his cruel words

-"What the hell did you just say." Katsuki Bakugo growled. His shoulder hunched over and teeth gritted while he loomed over the offending person. A new intern at his agency, some random high schooler from that shitty hero school in the west. They were now cowering in their chair, hands gripping the sides as they tried to sink into it. "I-I was just agreeing with you, sir. Your partner seems to be very annoying-" They stuttered, now panicking. "You don't know anything of my partner, you little shit. If you ever talk shit about them again, I will personally make sure you never become a hero." His thick gloved hands now caging them in, face dark and scary as he threatened the young student. "Y-y-yes sir!" They squealed and managed to run away from his terrifying form. Katsuki glared at their fleeting form, fists clenched at his sides. A hand found it way to his shoulder, and he mean mugged the offender. Eijiro was giving him a nervous smile, more concerned than anyone else. Katsuki shrugged him off and started to stalk off. Katsuki internally groaned when he heard the other man's footsteps catching up to him. "What?" He snapped, and Eijiro just gave him a face. "What was that about, man?" He asked, hand pointing behind him. The other man just growled and glared at anyone who met his gaze. "They were talking shit about my partner. I'm not going to allow that." He replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Katsuki expected Eijiro to readily agree with him, to say something about how it was the 'manly thing to do' or some shit. Instead, the words that left his mouth made Katsuki stop and slowly turn to him "Yeah, but so were you?" At those words, Katsuki blew up. Literally. "The fuck I was?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I love my dumbass of a partner! They may be stupider than shit, but they're better than everyone in this building combined!" Katsuki's shouting continued, his blasts getting more and more violent. Eijiro backed up, hands raised in the air in defense. "Hey man, I was just saying!-" "Well then shut the fuck up!" Over time, everyone in the office would realize just how important you were to the angry man.

Kirishima - Your Friends Too

Eijiro Kirishima who would be kinda oblivious to his feelings for you

He genuinely wouldn't question why his heart would race around you, why he felt so hot and nervous all the time, or why he would consistently check up on you

When you two started dating, you realized he was oblivious to a lot of things

He'd always have this need to protect you, and it was annoying at first, but you knew he was just trying to love you

Eijiro knew his friends could be a lot, and would try to introduce you to them

If you were the shy type you'd be immediately overwhelming with their large personalities and volume

If you were extroverted, you'd feel left out with their numerous inside jokes

He wouldn't notice that you were uncomfortable, and it would take you or someone else saying something to notice

-"And then!-" Mina tried to say between laughs, doubling over while holding her stomach. "When your foot got stuck in the goo! Like the time when you got caught in melted tarmac! Or when-" Mina kept going, everyone else joining in on her rumbustious laughter. Eijiro was practically doubled over, tugging on your arm while he gasped for breath. All the while, you just stood there fake giggling to at least feel included. The conversation had started how their day went and then turned to all the crazy and silly stories they had gone through as heroes. You job hopped, constantly switching between one profession to another while trying to find the one. But even with your extensive job history, being a Pro Hero was not on the list, and there was no comparison you had to that job. The closest one was a cop, which you had never had, of course. So you stood there awkwardly listening in to their history they all shared. Hell, even Bakugo was smiling fondly at the loud group, seemingly happy as well. "Aww, babe, I'm sorry. You just had to be there." Eijiro stood back up fully, wiping a tear from his eye while rubbing your shoulder in reassurance. It did nothing to sooth the ache in your chest and the tight feeling in your throat. "It's alright, I understand." You said, trying to brush off the negative feeling. Your smile was fake so as not to show you disappointment. Still, you were quiet the rest of the outing. At home, Eijiro questioned why you had turned mute during the impromptu hang out. "It's just, they're you're friends Eij, they're not mine. We have no common interests, and I can't relate to your stories." You admitted, sadness pricking the corner of your eyes. Humiliation filled you at such a childish feeling. "Babe, I'm so sorry you felt that way." He was at your side at an instant, strong arms enveloping you. "I never want you to feel that way. My friends are your friends, they really like you. Even Kats likes you! And he doesn't like anyone." You both laughed together, and he grabbed your hand. "Tell me if that happens so we can include you more, 'kay?" He kissed your cheek and squeezed you tight. "Thank you." You whispered, voice teeming with emotion. "Of course."

Aizawa - Lazy Sundays Are My Favorite

It's not that Shouta Aizawa doesn't want a relationship

He just doesn't have the time

He has two jobs that take up both night and day

But somehow, along the way, he found you

And it didn't matter what time it was with you, as long as he had you he was okay

Shouta isn't one for big fancy dates or grand gestures

Hes definitely words of affirmation and quality time kinda guy

He secretly loves praise and love just existing with his loved one

Most of all, he values you above anyone, and everyone teases him and calls him whipped

-You groaned, tugging Shouta closer to you. You could feel his strong fingers trying to pry you away, but your grip was unrelenting. "Just stayyy." You whined, pushing your head into his neck. His dark hair tickled your face, but you stayed persistent. "I have a meeting, let go." Shouta sighed, still trying to tug you away all the while attempting to sit up. "It's not mandatory." You peeled open your tired eyes, vision blurry while you tried to look into his dark eyes. "Please? I've missed you. It's been so long since we've had a day together." And it was true, it had been weeks since both you and Shouta had even just one day where neither of you had work. You barely had dinner together, let alone breakfast and lunch. Shouta called your name softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You softened your grip but still continued to stare at him. "I know, but I'd rather learn what's going on first-hand than relying on Kayama or Hizashi." Shouta finally pushed himself up, sitting on the side of the bed while he rubbed sleep out of his bloodshot eyes. "I'll be back before lunch, I promise." He said and turned around when his response was met with silence. "You say that all the time, and then something comes up, and then you're not even home at dinner." You said while playing with your hands, too emotional to look in his face. Shouta was going to shoot something back, how his job was important, or that you can't be so emotional, it comes with the job. But really, when was the last time you both had breakfast together? Or lunch or even dinner? How long had he been able to take a break with his spouse and just watch trash TV while doing nothing. Shouta got up with a grunt and left to go into the bathroom. He heard your disappointed sigh while he left, and it made his dromach twist in guilt. He picked up his phone and dialed his boss, "Shouta? Will you be able to make it?"No, I've got a stomach bug or something. And I can't make it into work tomorrow either, I've got a family emergency." Shoutas voice was blank, leaving no room for lies or argument. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm just glad you're spending more time with your partner!" With that, the little mouse hung up, and Shouta stared at his voice in muted shock. He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Shouta tugged on your curled up form, pulling you into him. He pressed kisses up and down your neck, and you jolted at the feeling. "Sho? I thought you that meeting?" You turned around and faced him. He shook his head, "They'll be fine without me for a day. I also got tomorrow off." You smiled, and pulled him into your chest. "Thank you." "Of course, I missed just spending time with you."

Denki - Anything With You

Denki Kaminari who subtly hits on every girl in all his classes/that he meets

You miss all the shots you don't try, right?

Well, when you reject him the first time, he'd usually give up and move on

But he doesn't

Instead, he pestered you until you gave in

And by that time, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and would spend all of his time with you if he could

If you like video games, great! He'll find all the two player/multi-player games for you two

If you like movies, he'll sit down and watch all your favs and more

The list goes on

But what if you like something mundane and 'boring'?

Something that would leave the electric man all wound up with excess energy?

-"Baaabe? What'cha doinnnn?" You heard your boyfriend's voice call out to you from somewhere in the depths of your home. For the past year or so, you two have been living together in bliss. The weekends were a time you both had together. You didn't go to a fancy hero school like him, so your climb to the top was slow. Not that you wanted to, though. The life of a billboard hero seemed stressful, so you were content with being a local hero. On the other hand, Denki often had his week loaded with the work of a pro, so you understood that he was out most days. So, most weekends were your downtime to just relax around one another. Usually, Denki played games with his online or irl friends, and you read out in the book nook. Content with just each other's presence, but when you heard the padding of his feet come closer to you, you knew he had a devious idea planned. He called out to you, and you marked the page of the book you were currently reading to look up at his bright form. "Whatcha doin'?" He rolled back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. "I'm readin' Denki. What are you doing?" You smiled all the while looking at him with suspicion. "Nothing." He crawled up beside you, snuggling into your side. "Will you read to me?" You made a surprised face, but you couldn't resist his puppy dog eyes while he pulled you closer to him. "I'm really far into the book. You might be confused, but....yeah, I will." True to your promise, you continued to read but aloud this time. After a paragraph or two, he seemed to grow restless. He started to play with your hair, then moved to pulling threads of the plush cushions, and just couldn't stay still in one position. "Denki? Are you alright?" You questioned, confused at his restless state. "Yeah! I'm just...fidgety, I'm sorry." Denki immediately stopped his movements and sat up, his attention now one hundred percent on you. "It's alright, you just don't seem very interested." You replied, mouth pulling to the side in a neutral motion. "It's not that! I just, I want to spend more time with you, and I know you're not super into video games, so I thought if you read to me then it'd be cool, but I just can't stay still. I'm sorry." His shoulders were hunched down, and he looked genuinely apologetic and sad. "No, it's alright, I should've figured someone so active would be bored by this." He perked up at your words and was about to protest before you cut him off. "Why don't I just read in your gaming room? Body double with you?" You asked, open to the idea. Denki immediately shot up at the idea, turning into an excited puppy. "Hell yeah!" He shot up and dragged you by the hand to his room. Later, he'd show his gratitude with cuddles and kisses.

Hizashi - Working Days

Hizashi Yamada works a lot

For an easygoing and loose guy, he really does have a shit ton of work

He tries to make time for you, he really does

He did warn you before you started dating that his job(jobs) were important

He wasn't just a celebrity pro, no, he did pro work, on top of being a radio host, on top of being the head of director for the emergency broadcasting system and the director for all hero communications, on top of being a teacher

So yeah, he had his work cut out for him with four fucking full jobs

Least to say he was exhausted most of the time

He made as much time for you as he could, he really tried and he really loved you

He just worked, literally everyday

He tried to be as attentive as he could be, but being as hyper and stretched thin as he was

He was forgetful

-"Hizashi." You called out to him from the kitchen. "Hizashi?" You called out again when you were met with silence. You peeked out from the kitchen, trying to search for him in the early hours of the morning. Suddenly, he burst out of the darkness, and you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of him. Hizashi was hopping around, trying to put his leather pants on while trying to lace his shoes and trying to brush his teeth. "Amor, stop." You laughed, putting two hands on his exposed chest. He looked up at you and mumbled a response through a toothbrush and toothpaste. "One thing at a time, remember?" You leaned down to tie his shoes for him, and Hizashi continued to scrub angrily at his teeth. You continued to dress him, pulling up his pants and butting his shirt. When you made eye contact again, you kissed his cheek. Hizhashi then rushed to the kitchen and spit out the foam. "Thank you love, he pressed a toothpaste-y kiss to your cheek, and you rubbed it away. "I made you lunch and breakfast." You whispered, voice still croaky from last night's dreams. "Oh, thank you so much, I don't have time this morning to prep, and I didn't last night." He rubbed his mouth clean and disappeared to the bathroom to finish his hair. You sighed in disappointment, feeling a little sad at the thought Hizashi might’ve forgotten what day it was. Today would mark three years of your relationship and two years of living together. You sighed and turned back into the kitchen to reflect over to the empty sink. You knew Hizashi was a busy man. The money he made from his jobs was enough to show for it. You just wished he had more time for you, but most importantly, for him. No one knew he had dark eyebags. The concealer he wore every day hid his exhaustion. The coffee and energy drinks he basically lived off of hid his sluggish nature. Truly, he was a living, breathing facade. If it weren't for you, you weren't even sure he would even eat. You heard him rush out the bathroom again, adorning his usual get-up. You met him at the doorway, swaying with sleep. Usually, you didn't even get up before ten, but for him, you got up at five to make sure he got out in time. Hizashi kissed you, and the both of you stayed there for just a moment. He pulled back and looked into your eyes. "Swing by for lunch, alright? I have a surprise for you." He smiled, and even though you couldn't see the crinkle of his eyes, the sound of his mouth growing wider assured you it was real. "Okay." And with one last kiss, he left. Later in the day, when you did infant, swing by, you were greeted by cherry blossoms and the whole of UA lining up to greet you. At the end of the line, where students and staff threw the sweet leaves at you, was your darling boyfriend. Hizashi said your name with such emotion that it made you tear up. "I've loved you the moment I saw you, and I knew you had to be mine the second you opened your mouth. All these years, you've stayed by my side through hell and back. So, in honor of our three year anniversary, I wanted to ask you an important question. Will you marry me?" Bursting into tears, you babbled your answer. Even though Hizashi's work schedule was hellish, you knew he'd stick by your side no matter what. Every opportunity he tried to spend time with you, and he was always an adoring and attentive husband. Willing to do whatever you wanted, whenever. So, the answer came easy to you. "Yes!"

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This took,,,,so long LMAO I was in the middle of a miguel fic and I got this request and I was like awww. This was a BEAST. Writing fics on mobile is a B.I.T.C.H, plus YELLOW DOESNT FUCKING EXSISY ON HERE SO I COULDNT COLOR DENKIS STUFF but anyways,,, here yalls go

edit;; fixed the missing yellow now that I'm home

[seelestars]

Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking usually the only thing that could calm Blade down when the mara flared up was Kafka's spirit whisper but what if being around the reader was also able to calm Blade down for some reason because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of his harsh training sessions and one night the reader decides enough was enough and started packing their stuff but they left behind their lucky weapon (that's your choice) and Blade found it the next morning.

➴ ✫ * ✧ BLADE EXCEPT HE COMMITS CHILD NEGLECT??

a/n : sorry if this isn’t the best .. i’ve only written angst a handful of times .. i tried my best w this llololo

he felt calm when he was near you, even though few words were exchanged between you two. it was almost as if you could communicate through your gazes at each other. there was a hidden fondness behind his cold eyes as he pat your head gently.

you loved him. but you didn’t understand why he had to do what he does.

“dad.. why do you have to be a stellaron hunter and do bad things…?” you asked once out of the blue while blade was training. he paused in his movements for a moment, tensing up at your question. he didn’t want to tell you, always wanting to protect your pure innocence with white lies. “it’s so dangerous and dad always gets hurt doing so.. why can’t we be normal?” you had a sad look on your face as you stared at him hopefully, wishing things were different. he sheathed his sword, walking up to you and letting out a sigh.

you were right in wondering so. …why couldn’t the two of you be normal?

no, that was a dumb question.

things could never be normal again after he got cursed with immortality. things were never going to be normal for you the moment you were born, as his child.

“it’s alright. no matter how dangerous things get, ill always protect you.” he mumbled to you, trying his best to soothe your worries. you were the most precious thing to him after all, what kind of father would he be if he were to tell you how much he was suffering just by being alive?

oh how naive you were by believing that. he’d always protect you, is what you told yourself constantly.

then why was he around you less and less?

you were heartbroken, wondering if you had done something to anger him terribly.

blade felt his heart clench as he watched you ask kafka about him from afar. he killed all of his emotions along with his past self. …so, why did he feel a tinge of sorrow when he sees how your oblivious self asked innocent questions? all of this was to protect you. to not endanger you with his presence. ..right?

“dad doesn’t care about me anymore..” you were currently sitting on the floor of your bedroom, hugging your knees to your chest as you sobbed and sniffled. your eyes felt puffy and sore the more you cried, your hands not doing a great job at wiping your tears.

and then you chose to make a decision.

a decision that was childish. but expected of you.

you decided to leave. to leave, to find comfort elsewhere. to find affection he no longer gave from others. you hurriedly shoved your belongings into a backpack, wanting to leave as soon as possible. to where? you didn’t know. you just knew you wanted to get out of here.

after you had finished gathering your belongings, you jumped through the window of the inn the stellaron hunters were temporarily staying at. it was late at night, so you doubt anyone was awake. trying your best to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you extended a rope down to the ground, using it to climb down from the window. the next morning, when the sun just rose, blade walked into your room while making sure his footsteps made minimal noise to not alert you. he had a habit of visiting you before you were awake, just to check on you. though he tried to distance himself from you, his love for you still made him worry about you.

but what he saw instead of your sleeping form shocked him.

you were gone.

the only things left were a mess of drawings on the floor. drawings that you made, depicting your happy moments with blade. his heart always secretly warmed whenever you showed them to him, even though he didn’t express it. upon further inspection, he spotted your wooden sword, causing memories to flash through his head.

“hehe, one day when I grow up.. I’ll be as good with the sword as you are!” visions of your younger self flashed through his mind, he remembered how impressed you were when he first allowed you to watch him train. so, he carved a small harmless wooden sword for you, even when his blacksmith days were in the past. you would constantly play with the wooden sword, pretending like you were fighting tough enemies with it. “hiiiiyah!” you had just won against him in your play fighting (because he let you). there was a small smile on his lips as he watched how proud you were over your victory.

he felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he reminisced on your old memories, and how you were gone now. did he go too far?

to become a weapon, he threw away all emotions and feelings he had. or so he thought.

when did he start crying?

…maybe this was the better choice. if you left him and eventually forgot about him, you wouldn’t have to bear the sorrow you would feel once he finally reaches the thing he had been pursuing.

death.

now, he can only hope that you will live a good and happy future, a future that should be very different from his. that was all he asked for. for you to have a fulfilling life and not to take the paths he took, so he could die knowing you were happy.

[cal-flakes]

[warm hands, part one]

warnings: light swearing, alcohol consumption

rafe’s eyes narrowed as his grasp on the red solo cup tightened, observing patiently as he watched the girl shrink against the wall, backing away from the boy cornering her. his jaw clenched incessantly, so much he ran a quick hand over the muscle, easing its oncoming ache.

his gaze never moved from the interaction before him, too fixated on the possibility that if he was to look elsewhere, something bad might happen.

the feeling pooling in his stomach was inexplicable, what the hell had gotten into him? rafe cameron, giving anyone a second thought? - and a maybank, at that. yet he couldn’t help himself, instinctively pushing away from the table, surrounded by kooks, ignoring topper’s calls for him to come back.

the next hour or so was a complete blur, but he soon found himself ushering her to his car, brushing over her pleas to patch up his now bloody knuckles. “just let me take you home, alright? i’ll be fine” he groaned, already fed up with her whiny apologies.

“you didn’t have to do that for me” she sighed, shuffling as close to the passenger door as she possibly could while she stole glances at him, nervously anticipating the real rafe.

fortunately for her, the ‘real’ rafe, wasn’t what she’d assumed, more so — what she’d been told, stories dramatised by her brother and his friends.

the real rafe, was sweet — and kind, and bought her flowers when she was upset, and— she could go on forever. but oh, how beautiful he was when the sun peaked through his bedroom blinds, hair untidily splayed across his face while his warm hands lay over her exposed stomach, tracing half-awake patterns along her abdomen.

a sleepy grin crept across her face as she propped herself up, nudging him gently under the covers. “rafe..” she croaked, brushing away the strands of hair covering his eyes.

she giggled as a tired groan escaped his lips, mumbling incoherently against the pillow. “dude— c’mon..wake up! i have to leave soon and I’ll be damned if i spend the time we have left next to your deadweight” she whined, tugging at his arm childishly.

“did you just call me dude?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow of disapproval. giggling, she mimicked his expression as she slipped out from the covers, feeling around on the floor for her clothes. sighing, he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge if his nose. “why do you have to leave?”

“y’know, my brother like, kinda hates you? and i’m sure as hell he’d rip my ears off if he knew where i was” she laughed, ignoring the hurt feeling inching across her heart. deflated, rafe lay back on the pillow, frowning. “if your brother wasn’t such an asshole, we wouldn’t have this problem..”

brows raised, she swatted at his strong chest, prompting him to hold his hands up in apology. “whatever, are you going to the bonfire tonight?” she asked, a small smile on her face as she raked her fingers through his hair. “probably not, i’ve got shit to do here” he nodded, gesturing with his hands as he explained. “well, if you decide to come, call me okay?”

“sure, let me know when you get home yeah?”

—

the walk back to the cut was tiring for most, but for her it was refreshing, she felt as though so was walking on clouds, so unbelievably elated. he was just so dreamy, and nothing like she’d heard, and the last four months she’d spent with him since that party? — it was the best she’d ever felt.

turning her attention back to the small dingy footpath, she headed for the chateau. there was little point in going home, jj was never there, and unless she was specifically looking for her father, there wasn’t much to find.

her brows furrowed as she neared the house, unnerved by the lack of constant hoots and hollers.

leaves rustled beneath her feet as she rounded the cabin, the porch windows coming into her view, and just as she thought — jj was there.

“yo, where the hell have you been?” he called, spotting her immediately before jumping up to meet her in the doorway, drawing attention from the rest of the pogues, prompting them to smile and wave. “me? i’ve been at valerie’s, i fell asleep last night when we were studying..” she spoke, lying through her teeth.

unconvinced, her brother’s eyes narrowed as his head whipped from her to the others. “you spend a lot of time with valerie huh?” he queried. “yeah? obviously? we study together” she stated, self-consciousness creeping up her neck as the others watched the interaction intently.

“you see, sister, i’ve still never met valerie, and to be honest, it’s a little suspicious…don’t you think guys?” he spoke, turning back to john b for back up, yet frowned as his friend simply shrugged, broken down by his current situation with sarah.

“it’s not suspicious jay, you’re just weird” kie argued, coming to the younger maybank’s rescue, earning a small smile of gratitude. “hmm, either way, i wanna meet her” he joked, circling the girl. “y’know, protective brother shit and all”

sighing, she slumped back into a chair, relief washing over her, thankful that kiara had gotten him to stop pushing the idea.

“are you guys going to the bonfire tonight?” she squeaked, picking at her nails anxiously. her head perked up, noticing the exchange of uncertain glances between them.

“i don’t know guys, I’ve got to figure this cross out..” pope groaned, his gaze fixed on the ancient pages in his grasp. “ahh, c’mon man, think about how much you could think, if you just gave your brain a rest!” jj explained, grinning mischievously as john b and kie leaned closer, prompting an answer.

“okay, fine” pope sighed, earning excited yells from the others as y/n simply eyed them, confused. “cross? what cross?” she asked, her eyes flickering to the diary in pope’s hand.

“all will be revealed in due course, sister, now c’mon! bonfire time!” he breathed, slinging an arm around her as he guided her to follow them to the twinkie. “wait!” he shouted suddenly, startling her. “what is it now jj?” kiara groaned, desperate to get a move on. “we gotta shotgun before we go” he stated, twirling on his feet to grab the last few cans from his six pack.

—

“okay, but dude, her father blew up— right in front of her, just give her some time!” jj spoke, patting john b on the back as they pushed through the crowed, glancing back every few moments to ensure y/n was still behind them, her hands clutching jj’s shirt.

“aaaand, we’re out of here, good luck with that one bro..” jj chuckled, pushing john b towards the girl perched on the side of the rocks.

“i need a drink..” y/n sighed, tugging jj to follow her to the makeshift drinks table on the other side of the fire.

—

“okay, seriously though— who’s valerie?” kiara joked, wiggling her eyebrows as she nudged the girl. “valerie’s my friend kie, we study together, that’s it..” y/n sighed, brushed a few hairs out of her face as she eyed the crowds, mentally wishing for rafe to turn up.

she knew he wouldn’t, he had a lot going on— especially with the recent passing of his father, but she couldn’t subside the selfish thoughts of wanting him to be there.

“hmm, whatever you say..” kiara hummed, smirking slightly, still unconvinced.

most of the night was spent laughing, drinking and smoking, rolling her eyes at jj’s constant re-enactments of old stories. it was fun, but she couldn’t help but feel like she’d have much more fun elsewhere, with him. it was almost a guilty feeling, she was fraternising with the enemy, or that’s how jj would put it. and she knew, that it would crush him to find out where his sister was sneaking off to every other night, to find out who valerie really was, but she was happy, and she wanted it to last as long as possible without interference.

but the laughing, drinking, and smoking— was just the calm before the storm. her face suddenly contorted as the warmth of her brother was quickly ripped away, her eyes flickering to him as he dashed through the crowd, followed by pope and kiara.

“what the hell..” she muttered, tossing the empty can away before rushing after them, only to find herself in the middle of a kook vs pogue brawl.

“jj! no!” she yelled, her arm moving to grab his shirt instinctively as he threw himself between john b and topper. “y/n don’t, you’ll get yourself hurt..” pope spoke, pulling her back towards him and kiara, watching as john b, jj, topper and kelce pushed and shoved one another around the bonfire. she shrieked suddenly as she saw sarah fall to the ground, finding herself rushing to cameron’s side.

“sarah! are you okay?” she spoke, exasperated as she struggled against the push of the growing crowd. reaching down, she helped the girl to her feet as kiara rushed over also, shielding the pair from the fight.

“where the fuck is y/n!” she heard jj yell over the crowd, searching for her, ducking between multiple arms being thrown. “she’s over here!” kiara called back, waving an arm in the air before ushering y/n away, guiding her to the twinkie. she nodded as sarah gave the pair an apologetic smile, before she disappeared back into the crowd.

—

“it was horrible! jj’s got a huge gash in his face, me and kiara just spent ages cleaning the blood off the pair of them!” she cried through the phone, prompting his heart to ache at her teary voice. “i’m sorry you had a bad time sweetheart..” he croaked, voice jittery and trembling. “wait— are you okay?” she asked, concern washing over her for the umpteenth time that night as she lay under the covers of her temporary bed in the chateau’s spare room.

“i’m fine, look, i’ve gotta go, alright?” he rushed, ending the phone call abruptly before the scraping sound of a credit card could meet her ears.

huffing, she tossed her phone aside, shaking away the anxious thoughts as she sank further into the sheets, letting the tiredness take over, finally.

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Welcome And Goodbye

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: welcome and goodbye by Dream, Ivory)

It’s been three years. Three years since he returned back to Jujutsu High.

Three years without you.

You both had the same mindset after the death of Haibara when you were in your first year as students. Having to risk your life as a jujutsu sorcerer felt too much of a burden, especially for you. You two didn’t realize it until later; how much of an impact Haibara made into your lives until the break up. He was the reason that you and Nanami became a couple for six years. The reason why you two left behind the life of a sorcerer. However, once Nanami returned, his death became the reason of the break up.

Nanami arrived home late again. He hated staying out late for work. It was seldom, but he knew you were going to worry yourself out. He stopped at Jujutsu High after his mission for Shoko to heal his injury.

He found his dinner on the table, wrapped up for him to eat when he arrived home. He looked at the counter filled with papers, textbooks, and your laptop. Guilt crept in him. Quietly, Nanami walked inside the shared bedroom. He found you curled up in a ball, fast asleep. The closer he walked to you, the more he saw the tears that stained your cheeks. He hated it. Especially because he was gone so late, he knew you cried so much with worry.

When he sat down, you felt the bed dip and woke up. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around him. You couldn’t help but cry. You couldn’t help but worry about the possibility of death happening to him. However, you knew the consequences when he decided to return.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly and kissed your forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

He remembered that week all too well. Three years later, it plays over and over in his mind. He remembered you two sitting on the couch, wanting to talk about the relationship and his job. He remembered the tears that you tried to hold but failed to. He remembered you mutually agreeing about breaking up. He remembered it all, detail to detail. The broken look on your face, what you wore, how your hair was. He remembered packing his things. The last time you two made love and kissed before he left to stay with Gojo until he found himself his own place.

He wonders everyday if you were doing okay. But he knows that you are. You still lived in the same apartment. You worked overnights at the hospital. You still attend the same school and you’re at your last year of it. He knows the café you visit frequently because he saw you a year later when he needed something to eat. So every now and then, he goes there to pay for your coffee and snack before you got there.

“I don’t see why you can’t go up to her and just say hi,” Gojo said. Nanami sighed, turning the page of his newspaper.

“She has her new and better life,” Nanami answered. “Besides, as long as I know that she’s okay, that’s all that matters.”

“But you won’t know unless you ask. She’s good at putting up a mask. And you know it. You just read her well.” Nanami was silent. Sometimes, Gojo does have a point.

“Do you talk to her?” he asked curiously.

“Of course! You know, I had her meet my students. She gives them great insight.” Gojo’s smile was wide. Nanami was surprised. He didn’t think you would keep in contact with anyone. But, Gojo was the one who kept tabs on you for him during the recent stage of the break up. It only made sense that you and Gojo would talk to each other now and then.

Nanami made it to the café again. He paid for your future order and sat in the corner, drinking his own cup of tea as he read the newspaper.

He found you walking inside. He enjoys the surprise look on your face when you found your order paid and ready to go again. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You sat at the opposite side of the café where the windows were. You always love being by the sunlight. You were typing continuously. He could assume that you were typing a paper. Nanami thought of ways to approach you, but stopped himself every time.

The next time he looked up, he found a man sitting down in front of you. His heart sank. You smiled widely at him and laughed at whatever he said. He wanted to leave. He wanted you to be happy, but he didn’t want to see it with another man.

“Hello?” you said, answering a sudden phone call. “Satoru?” The name coming out of your mouth made his ears perk. He couldn’t help but look up just a bit. “I might be a bit late. Later.” He couldn't help but wonder when you called Gojo by his first name, too. Panic settled within him.

You stood up and packed your things, and told the guy that you’re heading out. Nanami watched the man lending you his sweater but you politely declined. The man was persistent and Nanami smiled as you continued to reject the offer. He could safely assume that you weren’t interested.

As you left, Nanami stood up. He folded the newspaper and threw his empty cup in the garbage. He left the café, deciding to go home and not continue to see you what you were going to do with Gojo.

“Hey there, stranger.” The sound of your voice surprised him. He slowly turned around and found you hugging yourself warm and giving him a shy smile. “It’s been a while.”

“Y-Yeah. How did you—“

“It’s not everyday that a tall man with blonde hair comes in the café. You’re not hard to miss, especially with that tie of yours,” you said with a small laugh. Nanami couldn’t help but smile back. There you were, finally in front of him three years later.

“I…I um…” You were the only one who could get him flustered like this. It still amuses him to this day.

“Thank you. For the coffee and snacks,” you said.

“How did you know?”

“I only realized it a few months ago. I noticed you the day it was paid for. I…I didn’t know how to approach you.”

He called out your name. His voice was soft and gentle. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. It was music to your ears. You had to stop yourself from touching him, from holding his hand. You were dying for his touch and kisses. Everyday for the past three years.

You thought about him every day. You were heart broken that day. Nanami Kento wasn’t just your lover but also your best friend. He knew you inside and out. He knew you more than you knew yourself. But after your talk with him three years ago, the worry was too much where you agreed to end the relationship while he didn’t want you to worry. And you regretted it ever since. Because no matter how happy everyone sees that you were, deep down you still weren’t.

Nanami watched you shiver again. Swiftly, he took his suit jacket off and placed it around your shoulders. You felt weak from his smell. You missed him too much.

“You should hurry. Gojo-san is waiting,” he said sadly and quietly.

“Satoru can wait,” you said. He watched the tears form and he watched you hold them in. “You seem to be doing great though. Kicking ass I bet.”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he replied softly.

“Kento, I—-“ You blushed, you haven’t really said his name in a while too. It felt foreign but it also felt so right. You lost your train of thought. Nanami usually has that effect on you.

“Do you have time then? I-I really missed you and…”

“Follow me.” And so he did. Nanami followed you for a few blocks. He realized that you were leading him to your place. “Want some tea?”

“Please.”

It was the same as it was, except there were no pictures of the two of you around the apartment. The couch was new and even the table yet the layout and arrangement never changed. He went in the kitchen with you. He sat at the high chair at the counter, watching you heat up water in the kettle.

“The truth is, I’ve been training with Satoru for the past two years,” you confessed. “I told him not tell you because I wasn’t ready to see you just yet.” Nanami’s eyes widened.

“So…a-are you coming back?” he asked.

“Somewhat? Not completely,” she answered.

“What made you change your mind?” You knew that he wanted to protect the younger sorcerers. You couldn't say no to him for that reason. Strangely, you missed the action. You missed helping people in need. It was why you decided to go into the healthcare field but sometimes, it just wasn't the same.

“I miss helping people,” you answered. “But I also miss the action. That was fun.”

“What about school? You worked hard.”

“I’ll still do it,” you said. “I still don’t want to be a sorcerer forever.” Nanami nodded. He understood. It was the same for him.

“Itadori-kun has a lot of potential,” Nanami said. You nodded.

“A lot of growth is needed for him. But Satoru has promising students."

“So, you train and partake in missions?”

“No missions. Just training and teaching whenever I can.”

“I never noticed you.”

“I haven’t either.”

It was quiet again for the two of you. You went back and turned the stove off. You poured hot water in two tea cups and gave each other black tea bags. Nanami quietly thanked you and blew at the hot liquids.

You texted Gojo. You were going to cancel the training session. All he did was text you good luck. You feel like you know Gojo well enough that he knows that you’re with Nanami.

You vented to Gojo a lot. And he’ll tell you the same thing every time. To go and talk to him. You had it all planned out today. But the moment you stood in front of him, everything you planned for was gone. So for a while, the two of you drank your tea with content silence until it was prolonged and awkward. Nanami looked at the time and stood up from his seat.

“I should head back,” he said. You looked at the time. It was already eight. And you knew Nanami. It was almost time for him to get ready for bed.

“R-Right,” you said, disappointment evident in your voice and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He slowly got ready to go. By the time he was at the door, the two of you two remained silent. Both of you wanting to tell each other to stay.

“I’ll see you around,” he said and turned around. He immediately felt you grab his wrist. He turned around and the moment he saw your tears, he pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too, Kento,” you said, replying to his statement from the café. “I missed you so much. I regret it. I never should’ve left. I should’ve tried harder and—“ His grip on you tightened.

“I never should’ve brought it up,” he said. “I never…I should’ve…fuck. I missed you so much.”

The two of you remained like that for a while, with you in his arms and his face buried in the crook of your neck. When he pulled away to look at you, he cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You couldn’t help but smile from his comfort. Nanami smiled back and rested his forehead on yours. You two took in the comfort that was missed for the past few years.

“I never stopped loving you,” he confessed.

“I love you too, Kento. So, so much.”

He captured your lips. He closed the door and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Nanami carried you to your bedroom. Gently, he laid you down, lips still glued to each other. He gently bit your lower lip and caressed the side of your body. You softly moaned at his touch. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned shirt. Nanami was the first to pull away. He admired your flushed and breathless look. He smiled softly and gave you soft kisses all over your face.

“Have you ever…was there ever anyone else?” he asked curiously. You shook your head.

“Just you Kento. How about you?” Your answer made his smile wider. He captured your lips again before replying the same answer you gave him. And the two of you stayed up together, catching up on the three years missing each other.

The sunlight shining through the thin curtains stirred you awake. Memories of last night flooded your mind and you blushed as you turned around. Next to you was Nanami. You smiled, missing his serene and sleepy face in the mornings. You couldn’t help but softly brush his hair back. Nanami smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

“Good morning, darling,” he greeted, voice hoarse and tired.

“Good morning.”

“Come here.” He opened his arms and you eagerly went to him. Nanami gave you soft kisses on your shoulders, up to your neck, then to your lips. You shuddered and sighed in content. “After last night, I'm not leaving you ever again."

“I wouldn’t let you,” you said.

“Do you have class?” he asked curiously. You nodded and told him that it started in a couple of hours. “I’ll drive you. Go get ready then we could go to my place and I can do the same.” You got up out of bed and walked to your closet. You pulled out clothes, but what surprised him were also clothes that he left at your place.

“They were in the laundry. I couldn't throw them away,” you said. “We can spend more time together before we go now.” Nanami got up and hugged you.

Students couldn’t help but stare at the two of you, especially at Nanami. Nanami carried your bag and held your hand. You guided him to the building, excitedly telling him about your semesters in school.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked.

“This is my only lecture, but I go to lab and practice skills for about an hour. Then the library to study. If Satoru calls me, I might train instead. I have work tonight, too.” You pouted at the idea of work. You hated working and going to school. It was tiring, especially when you train with Gojo. Now being back with Nanami, you were contemplating on calling out tonight. It has been a while.

“Call me. I might be able to pick you up," Nanami offered. “I’m going on a mission with Itadori-kun, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Text me when you get to the place and let me know when you’re done?”

“Of course, love.” He walked you all the way to your classroom. He gave you back your backpack and pulled his wallet out to hand you his credit card.

“Wait, Kento—“

“When you need coffee and food,” he said. “I know you need the coffee.” When you didn’t take the card, he sighed and took your hand and placed it there. “Let me take care of you again. I miss it.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,” you said happily. “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you, darling.” Nanami gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you, too.”

[blitzyn]

petty secrets

alhaitham x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Alhaitham wanted to know where you were going when you decided to go out one day.

a/n -> sorry ive been gone again

wc -> 2.4k

cw -> anal sex, anal fingering, spit as lube like 1 time, spanking, rough sex, he has a big dick lol, crying just a bit, brat reader, doggy style, cowgirl, multiple rounds

You had a deep frown on your face. "Get out of the way."

"No," Alhaitham said, standing in front of your bedroom door. "Not unless you tell me where you're going."

"I don't see how any of that is your business," you walked up to him, trying to find potential gaps in the way he stood. You attempted to squeeze through from a hole on his side, but he covered it as soon as you made a move.

Knowing he would do that, you made sure to headbutt his chest a little more forcefully. He only gave out a slight grunt.

"It is my business because this is my house you're living in," he did have a point. But still – he was secretive, so why couldn't you be?

"So that automatically means I'm not allowed to have some privacy?" you rolled your eyes. "Didn't know you were like that."

"What's so private about where you're going?" He took a step forward. "What are you so hellbent on hiding?"

"None. Of. Your. Business," you said through your teeth.

"Is it because you offer yourself to more shady people down some alleyway?” he questioned with a slight smirk. You knew he wasn’t being serious, but, god, if you said that didn’t get under your skin you’d be lying.

“What? No!” you exclaimed, disgust written on your face.

“Really? You’re getting a little defensive, there.”

You let out an exaggerated groan before tossing your head back to look around. It was your average room, with a bed, dresser, closet, occasional plant, a window…

A window!

You casually strolled closer to it, casting an act akin to defeat. Your shoulders slumped forward as your hands carefully undid the hatches keeping it shut. You bit your cheek, surveying the drop. You could probably soften your landing with your vision. Somehow.

Falling on the bushes seemed okay, too.

You briefly made eye contact with him in the reflection before opening the window as fast as you could. It seemed he got the same idea as he — surprisingly — jumped over the bed just as you leaped out. You let out a pained wheeze as you were very ungraciously slammed against the wall of the house, the tight grip his arms had around your waist making it harder for you to breathe. Guess all his muscles weren’t for nothing.

He hauled you back inside and tossed you onto the bed, where you tried to make your escape again.

“Stop moving–” he demanded as he dragged you back to him by your legs.

“No!”

You squirmed and thrashed in his hold as he pinned you to the bed by your arms. Fuck, he was strong.

“You’re acting like such a child,” his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. 

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Spank me?” you continued to writhe, tugging your arms in a futile attempt to free them.

“I might have to if you keep this up,” he responded, his words taking you by surprise. You froze and stared up at him in disbelief.

You rolled your eyes soon after. "You won't."

"Are you testing me?"

"I don't know. Am I?"

He watched you with an intense gaze for a moment before forcefully flipping you over.

"Hey– Wait– I was just joking!" you clawed at the bedsheets.

"I'm not stupid, [Name]," he paused momentarily. "I've seen the way you look at me. I've heard you touch yourself to the thought of me. You could have said anything else that could be considered punishment for a child. But you mentioned spanking."

You couldn't bear to face him.

"Do you know why?" he leaned close to your ear. "Because you want it."

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you muttered.

“So now you’re lying?” he hummed. “Liars must be reprimanded, you know.”

He moved your body so that you laid across his lap. Your stomach slightly ached in the position as you held onto the bed with one hand for stability. Your vision was upside down, and all you could see was the underside of his thighs and your legs.

One of his arms was draped across your torso to keep you close to him while the other rested on your lower back.

“You’re not actually gonna do this, a-are you?” you asked, face burning.

“I am,” he confirmed, the tips of his fingers sliding underneath the waistband of your pants. He went slow to make sure your objections weren’t true, and when he received no signs of rejection, he swiftly pulled them off.

You yelped, clenching your thighs together. His hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, his cold skin sending shivers through your body. And, without warning, he suddenly slapped you. Your feet pushed against the floor, but his arm kept you from moving too much.

The thin cloth of the sleeve that connected to his finger softened the hit somewhat, but the dull ache that came with it hurt more than you anticipated. He alternated sides rhythmically, each spank starting to hurt more than the last. You uncontrollably squirmed in a futile attempt to find a position that would make it hurt less.

He pinched your skin. “Stop moving so much.”

The demanding tone in his voice sounded a lot more threatening than before, which made you completely freeze in response.

“So this is what gets you all obedient, huh?” Alhaitham ran his hand over the welted flesh.

“No it’s–“ you cut yourself off with a pained groan when he hit you again. All you could feel was an agonizing, dull throb in the spots he aimed at; you knew you would be sore for at least a few days.

He raised his arm again and brought it down harder than the rest, literally making you jolt forward on his lap. You let out a surprised squeal at the burn. Your noises turned into ill-concealed whines and groans when he kept going, your skin feeling hot to the touch.

“W–wait! Not so hard!” you exclaimed.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re in a position to be making any demands,” he reminded you. “So just be good for once and take it.”

He spanked you as a way to finally let out all the pent-up anger he had because of you. He loved the way you were finally quiet — save for the noises you couldn’t help but release — and how your eyes began prickling with tears. It was better than your incessant complaints about everything that displeased you, at least.

He slapped you to his heart’s content, giving you exactly what you deserved. It wasn’t until you were trembling did he finally stop, the burning feeling quickly transitioning into something akin to tingling and numb.

“Y-You done?” you stammered, meekly peering back at him.

“Are you?” he questioned with a raised brow.

You kept quiet, hanging your head in embarrassment before muttering, “No…”

He hummed in acknowledgement before moving the hand that was holding your back to the underside of your jaw, holding your head up. He used his other one to push two fingers into your mouth, uncaring of the way you choked. He rubbed them along your tongue, gathering your saliva before taking them out to prod at your hole.

You sighed as he pushed one then the other in, quickly setting a scissoring motion. He pushed them as far as he could go in your position, whimpering when his palm lightly slapped your sensitive ass. You could feel his hardening cock pressing against your side, so you opted to reach back to gently rub him through his clothes. His breath hitched as he brushed his fingers against your prostate in return.

You whined when he suddenly removed them from you, feeling uncomfortably empty.

“Hands and knees,” he said, rising from the bed to rid himself of his clothes. “And take off your shirt.”

You complied with a nod, settling on the bed. Your dick throbbed almost painfully, and you couldn’t help but softly stroke yourself. You let out little sighs of satisfaction as you granted yourself the relief you so craved.

“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself,” Alhaitham spoke from behind you. The mattress dipped under your combined weight.

“But you also didn’t tell me I couldn’t,” you countered with a huff, positioning your body like he instructed. He briefly pinched your skin in response, so you lightly kicked him.

“I don’t suppose you have any lube lying around, do you?”

You lowly grumbled curses under your breath. “It’s in the dresser.”

He left your side momentarily to grab it, returning swiftly to pour a generous amount in his hands. He rubbed it around his cock for a few seconds before inserting his fingers inside you again — for good measure.

You decided to glance back at him, eyes unashamedly straying down to look at his cock. They widened; he was bigger than you thought.

“What?” he noticed your staring. “Nothing you can’t handle, right?”

“Obviously,” your voice sounded a little weaker than intended. Oh, well.

He had a small smirk on his face as he finally began pushing his cock into you, forcing you to stretch to accommodate him. The burn felt so good, and you were suddenly unable to think. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, and it didn’t help that it was still budging in, feeling fuller than you’d ever felt before. He lowly grunted as he fucked the rest of it inside with a snap of his hips.

You pitifully trembled as you felt the weight of his cock pressing against your stomach. You literally couldn’t believe it, and chalked it up as your imagination. He had a firm grip on you as he pulled out, only to drive his hips hard enough to make the headboard strike the wall rather loudly.

Each thrust ebbed away at your surroundings, jaw slack, releasing your moans without a care for whoever heard them. His hips slammed against your already sore ass, providing you with more sensations to overwhelm you with. It sent sparks behind your eyelids, your skin, through your veins.

He rammed his dick so far in you it had your throat clenching like your hole was, strangling your moans and cries. He fucked you with abandon, bruising you in the best way possible. It was as if he was using all the anger he dealt with when he had to put up with your bullshit to provide the power into his thrusts. He was frustrated, but satisfied he managed to bring you down like this, even if he knew it wouldn’t last long.

The bed creaked noisily, which only mixed in with your whorish moans and his deep grunts. You felt tingly all over as his cockhead pressed against your prostate, your dick weeping copious amounts of precum onto the bed. You sobbed into your pillow as you were brought closer and closer to your orgasm. You let out a choked moan as the coil in your abdomen snapped, spurting your fluids across the sheets.

Alhaitham groaned as you tightened around him, pushing himself as far as he could inside you as he came. You felt his cock throb and twitch, relishing in the feeling of his cum coating your insides.

It wasn’t until a few moments later did you raise your head to peer back at him again. His cheeks were flushed a pretty red as sweat rolled down his forehead. You wanted more.

“Is that all you got?”

He rolled his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face before switching positions. You lightly wobbled as you processed the change. His multi-colored eyes watched you expectantly, hands resting on your thighs. You placed yours on his chest to balance yourself as you slowly raised your hips to start fucking yourself on his cock.

You set a gentler pace, much unlike the one he had a few minutes prior. Some of his cum pooled around the base of his dick in a creamy ring as you continued.

He slapped your ass again. “Go faster.”

You looked down at him and swallowed nervously. You couldn’t. You were far too sensitive to start pushing yourself.

But, like always, you just had to run your mouth. “You think I’m trying to make you feel good?”

You could see his jaw clench just as he dug the heels of his feet into the bed, snapping his hips up into you. This position made his cockhead fuck your prostate with a bit more accuracy than before, sending a painful — but arousing — burn to your cock. His arms wrapped around your waist to squeeze you to him as he pistoned up into you.

Your arms couldn’t hold you up any longer as you fell on top of him. You buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide the tears in your eyes. From there, you could hear every noise he made, which, truthfully, sent electricity up and down your spine. Every breath and grunt and groan he made was engraved in your mind for the next time you touched yourself to the thought of him.

Panting hard, his thrusts slowly lost their rhythm.

With a strained cry, you arched your back and accidentally rubbed your sensitive cock against his abdomen, providing you with that final push over the edge. You tightened and spasmed around him as he came alongside you, squeezing you as close to him as possible as his cum filled your insides yet again. With his dick and the previous load already there, majority of it seeped through your hole and down his shaft.

With a tired grunt, his hips plopped back onto the bed with you flush against him. The two of you lay there in silence.

“I was just going out to eat,” you mumbled against his neck.

It took him a moment to process that.

“And you hid that from me because…?”

“Because you don’t need to know everything I do,” you sighed.

“You didn’t need to try to jump out of the window, you know,” he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, but I didn’t feel like paying you in case I broke something of yours,” you explained.

“You’re not that strong. Calm down, there,” he teased.

“What? I am that strong!” you huffed. “You just haven’t seen me fight.”

He nodded with an amused tone in his voice. “Right.”

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