#and we don't have all the paperwork we need for it together yet anyway

[asteria-argo]

i'm so ready for today to be fucking over

#there's something uniquely upsetting about my mum sitting over my shoulder while I'm trying to fill out disability forms #that I already don't fucking understand but i'm doing my best to fill out #and then her getting mad at ME when she doesn't understand something that I also don't understand #girl you are 51 years old and I am barely pushing 20 rn of the two of us I should be the one confused #and THEN #when I do the mature thing and say okay lets take a break and finish filling this out some other time because it's not urgent #and we don't have all the paperwork we need for it together yet anyway #she loses her shit at me for being ungrateful for her help #Is the help in the room with us right now? #what the fuck are you talking about #all you have been doing is sitting behind me and telling me to hurry up like I'm not filling out an important government document #just starry things

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Paperwork

summary: While Price's injury is healing nicely, you're growing needier by the minute. But you're not the only one. With the doctors order in mind, you and Price attempts to stave your hunger by having you cockwarm him in his office.

pairing: cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine universe)

tags/tw: afab!reader, depiction of canon related injury, NSFW, mdni 18+ please and thank you, cockwarming, p in v, teasing, masturbation (f), unprotected sex, creampie, implied age-gap

a/n: Well, that little valentines blurb really helped to get the writing going🫡

Sunshine universe MASTERLIST & John Price MASTERLIST

Christmas passed just as slowly and cosy as you'd predicted, perhaps with one slight change of plans.

You'd returned home the night you'd dropped John from the hospital and helped him settle in somewhat. Despite debating whether to stay the night, your soldier urged you to head home to rest properly after spending so much time away.

You understood he tired of your company. In fact, he had a point, seeing how you wouldn't sleep soundly with him, constantly worrying if you would disturb his sleep by sharing a bed. And you needed a fresh set of clothes anyway. But you also noticed that being hurt took a toll on John. He'd accepted that you would be there to help him, but something told you he needed time to brood over the fact he was on med-leave for the upcoming months.

Once you returned to the flat you'd left in a hurry almost two days ago, you wandered aimlessly, trying to finish setting up your Christmas lights. However, whatever adrenaline the past 48 hours provided finally seemed to ebb, and you crashed on your couch shortly after finishing your task. 

By the time you woke up again, it had been dark outside. Dinner that night hadn't been glamorous, partly because you didn't have any finished food in your fridge and partly because you were yet to be hungry from the late lunch you shared with John before leaving his place. Still, the bowl of instant ramen warmed the cold feeling settling in your body from merely looking outside your window and down at the snowy streets.

You slept in the next day, waking up with a warm body and nose slightly chilled from the cool temperature in your room. The rest of the day was slow. You checked in on John with a message around noon, accustomed to reaching out to anyone in your closest circle around that time, seeing how no one usually was up earlier on the weekend, even if John definitely didn't categorise as one of those. He'd given you the awaited broody reply, grumbling about a horrid night of sleep and a dull ache even after taking his prescribed meds.

You stared at his message for a minute until deciding to give him a call rather than answer it.

'Hell, love'.

'God, you really sound worse for wear', was your instinctive response as John greeted you with a rough voice.

'Cheers', he huffed in return, a groan following shortly after. At that moment, you rubbed your forehead, an ache settling in your heart at not being there with him.

'How about I come over today already? Christmas is approaching, and we already said we would celebrate together. Wouldn't hurt if I stayed with you in the upcoming days with your shoulder and all...', you trailed off at the end.

'Know you have no problem with it, but I don't want to take up all your time if you have other things planned', he responded tentatively. 'I've managed worse on my own'.

'Don't have to do it alone anymore'. You reminded him, and with that, he didn't argue.

'Pack your bags, then'.

And you'd packed your bags for a week. Although, by now, you'd stayed two, with the occasional trip back to your flat to swap out some clothes.

John's shoulder healed nicely, even if the process was arduously slow, but at least it meant his injury wasn't inflamed. God forbid you would've seen it like that. While you never counted yourself as squeamish, the first time you'd helped John rid himself of the bandages and the surgical tape that, for a seeable future, needed to be changing once a week, you also remembered that neither had you ever seen a freshly sewn-together wound.

His skin was a deep pink, and the sewn-together parts puckered and elevated from the surrounding areas. You almost shied from pulling the surgical tape the rest of the way when first laying eyes on the injury. Upon seeing the scrunch of your nose and worried glance up his face, John made you step back and do the rest, reassuring you it didn't hurt, just strained unpleasantly if he moved wrong.

While it may not have hurt while gently cleaning the wound the first time and that John now could go without the sling, it didn't mean you didn't notice the pull in his features when he did make a too-fast movement or a shift that pulled at the stitches and deeper-torn tissue. He's still instructed not to carry anything heavy, making you catch a grumble of 'a goddamn month more' as you passed by right before your name was called numerous times. 

You didn't chide him from initially thinking he would manage on his own, but you both knew what the look you sent him implied and that his thank-you kiss was a silent acknowledgement that you'd been right. It would've been anything but enjoyable for him if you hadn't spent the past two weeks with him.

Even though only two weeks had passed, you quickly noticed John wasn't a man who could go long periods without doing anything. That didn't mean he couldn't take it easy. As he said himself, he'd learned that skill. But, reading so many books while having x amounts of scotches was only as enjoyable and appropriate as it could be to not count as light alcoholism. John was itching to do something more than sit idly around or keep you company during whatever you did.

So, it wasn't a surprise the first time you found him in his study a few days ago. He'd looked up from the papers with a caught-in-the-act look when you knocked on his study's door, the excuse of work piling up that he needed to look over leaving his lips instantly. You'd never been the one so strict about working when home; your free-lancing job was practically based upon it. Therefore, you'd waved his excuse away, padding into the office you'd barely set foot inside despite the many times you'd visited him. 

You'd leant against the side of his desk, not more than casting a quick side-eyed glance on his computer to show you noted its presence but not the contents on the screen before your gaze sought his. Upon your curiosity of what it was, John indulged you in what he occupied himself with.

And just like that, John, who usually was so strict about not working when spending time with you, grew lenient on that rule of thumb, restlessness gnawing at his bones enough to slip away an hour or two each day to occupy his mind. But, you always saw him at the same times during the day, joining you on the couch in his living room or in his bedroom, hijacking the TV remote to follow the post-Christmas football matches.

You jokingly poked his side each time he did, commenting on how there were two TVs in his house if he'd forgotten. But you only got a quirk in his lip and wink in return as he proclaimed he needed to convert you into a fan, teasingly anchoring you to his side with a heavy arm if you threatened to escape. 

But you both knew you didn't mind cuddling into his side with your head on his chest, following the matches of the day, only if he started getting too worked up when his team played and jostling your head around too much.

And that settled you into a new routine. While you busied yourself around the house, occasionally working a few days here and there, John watched football and occasionally retreated to his study. Although you left him to his work, he always left his door open, showing you it was free to enter if you desired.

Today was one of those days you did your separate things, not having seen each other much since the breakfast you shared, after which John left you with a kiss and 'know where to find me'. 

It had been fine. It is fine. You'd gotten ahead of work for the new year, and John eased his workload gradually. And yet, glancing at your phone screen, you note lunch is overdue. 

Sure, today had been slow. You and John had laid in bed for a while, basking in the last of the Christmas spirit the days between Christmas Day and New Year's Eve carried. And so, breakfast had been eaten later than usual, meaning lunch was also to be pushed forward. However, at half past one, John should've emerged from his office for a well-deserved break and shared the task of cooking something.

Putting aside your book, you move from the couch and wander outside the range of the fireplace's warmth. Its fire had long since burned out, and now the only parts glowing were the embering coals. 

Your fuzzy socks act as a barrier between your feet and the cold wood beneath as you wander up the stairs. Despite the constant blast of radiators and the fireplace harbouring a non-stop fire, the floor always remains chilly when the temperature drops outside.

Much like the past days, the door to John's study stood ajar. But, compared to earlier, when you'd retrieved something from the bedroom, you didn't only pass it with a glance inside, finding John staring down at his computer with his injured arm resting in his lap as his other scrolled whatever he was going through. Now, you pushed the door open, locating him not behind his desk but seated in one of the two Chesterfield armchairs.

The edge of your mouth quirks upwards as you observe his upper body bent backwards over the low backrest, laptop resting in his lap, kept only from slipping by his hand. As you enter his peripheral vision, he glances in your direction. You offer him a warm smile as you close the distance, moving to stand behind the chair.

"How's it going?" You look down at the head tilted far enough backwards that John can watch you, albeit upside down, from where he sits. He grunts in response, eyebrows raising swiftly as he straightens. 

You chuckle, hands that previously rested on the leather sliding to rest on John's shoulders, where you immediately dig your fingers into his muscles. He groans again, but this time, his head dips forward as you follow the tight tendons near his neck.

"That much to do?" You hum as you let up on the pressure, concentrating more on his uninjured side, following the muscles out to his shoulder, only to return and follow his spine to the back of his head. 

"Not really". A harsh breath follows John's sentence when you find a knot along his neck and concentrate on easing it with your thumb. "The boys can manage, Laswell too, but whatever's possible to be pushed forward, they leave to me, meanin' things that need readin' through and cleared for the go-ahead".

"Imagine it ain't like that book I gave you", you muse, John only scoffing in return. 

"Nothin' like it", he almost grumbles. "Would much rather cosy up with you and read that than this". He flicked the screen with his finger, a semi-metallic, semi-glass tick ringing from his action.

"You know very well you can drop work and cosy up with me and that book anytime you want. You're on leave". You remind him with a small smile, knowing he isn't really complaining.

With this being your first Christmas, you'd agreed to not spend too much on presents, even if you both had bought each other spontaneous gifts before, John being the culprit for spoiling you with expensive things much more often. While he'd gifted you a necklace he'd caught you looking at, you'd gotten him a book he mentioned wanting to read and a cigar to add to his collection. One, that at the moment, remained pretty stagnant as John refrained from having a smoke the first weeks of recovery. But you knew he itched for one, catching him eyeing the container he kept them in more than once.

"Hm, 'bout that", John's head lolled backwards, his gaze locking with yours. "Come here", he cocked his head, motioning for you to move around the chair. You did as he wished while he lodged his feet beneath the furniture's edge, moving the heavy armchair slightly backwards to allow you to stand between him and the low table. 

With you now in front of him, John placed his laptop on the wide armrest, leaning forward shortly after. Concerning it being the closest, the hand of his injured arm slipped around your naked lower thigh when he sat forward, your oversized sweater ending just above his hand.  

"Said here", John nods to his lap, pressing gently at the back of your leg.

"Your shoulder, John", you lightly scold his insistence, knowing where things would go if you ended up straddling him.

"It's fine". He insisted, tugging at your leg again. This time, you relented somewhat, stepping between his spread legs, the armchair's brown leather cool against your shins.

"The doctor told you to take it easy, let it heal." You reminded him of the instructions he'd received, but now, he scoffed at them.

With his head tilted to the side and displeased crease between his brows, his hand slipped down just an inch. The sudden tug as his fingers dug into the back of your knee took you off guard. It made your leg bend, and to not fall forward, your leg caught the excess seat beside his thigh as you caught yourself on the armrest to keep yourself steady.

You send John a look, as his stunt could've easily made you brace against his shoulder rather than the furniture. But he only cranes his head slightly as you hover over his self-satisfied self, a quirk bowing his lips.

"Takin' it incredibly easy, just you who's makin' me work hard for it". There's a glint in his eyes as his hands slide upwards, massaging the back of your upper thigh from how your dress-like sweater has ridden up somewhat, sneakily trying to urge you to settle entirely on top of him. Even so, you remain hovering. 

"Missed you, love". You narrow your eyes at the change in his approach.

"Missed me or something else?"

"Both." John's answer is almost boyish in how a half grin stretches his lips and the cock of his head. You roll your eyes but can't withstand his request any longer, the butterflies in your chest never truly escaping when close to the man.

Climbing into the seat with as much grace as possible, you're mindful of his shoulder, bracing against the opposite side on the backrest to ensure you don't accidentally grip it for support. But the armchair is wide enough for your legs to comfortably slot on either side of his hips, and your hands slide to rest on his abdomen instead.

Now planted in his lap and more accessible to avoid straining his shoulder to reach for you, both of John's hands find purchase on your waist.

"That wasn't too hard, now was it?" He humours you with an arched brow as you shuffle in his lap to make yourself comfortable, only to feel something beneath you. 

"No, but something seems to be". You tilt your head, alluding to the semi you slowly felt more prominently in his sweats.

"Haven't felt my girl in nearly a month. Can you blame me?" You shake your head with a huff through your nose, gaze cast down until it returns to his.

"Thought you were confident you wouldn't cave first". 

"Never said that", John hums as he curves his back to make himself more comfortable in the armchair, making you settle more firmly over his crotch. "Although I remember you sayin' you could go the longest without a proper fuck". He dares you to deny it with a cock of his brows.

You roll your eyes but don't technically argue against him. "With how you are speaking, I could think you're growing desperate".

He clicks his tongue. "Can't guilt trip me for missin' your warm cunt".

"Jesus, John", you flush under his heavy gaze and crude words, enough for you to look to the side. 

Fingers knock beneath your chin, quickly redirecting your attention back to him. Greeting you is a pair of blue eyes twinkling in intrigue. "So what you say, wanna keep me warm while I work?"

You eye him sceptically. John had figured you liked cockwarming him, the fact nothing hard to figure when you always pulled out the process of him slipping out of you as you caught your breaths in the aftermatch of whatever session had your body trembling and his clutching yours to anchor himself. But those times often happened after, not before. 

"We're not fucking", you point at him.

"Keep still, and we won't". He chuckles at your muttered 'insufferable' as you rise to your knees.

John helps you as much as he can, stabilising you with his un-injured arm as you tug down the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers digging into the fabric of his underwear, feeling the hotness of his still not-fully erect member. He sighs as you pump his cock to bring him to full erection before pulling his length out, rubbing the tip against the fabric covering your cunt. 

A warmth, a need, you hadn't felt in the past weeks blooms in your lower stomach. 

Since his injury, you and John hadn't had sex. It might only be a few weeks, but having a mostly bare-chested, burly man like him walk around the house nearly every day because it was too tricky putting on a shirt did things to you, things which you repressed in favour of not pushing anything onto John that would strain his injury. Doctors orders.

But as you pushed your underwear to the side, how easily worked up you got whispers of a repressed desire, your slit wet without any proper foreplay, not more than the mere thought of finally feeling him inside you. Even so, you softly whine as you sink down onto him, the stretch as he entered not unfamiliar in comparison to unused to. 

A drawn-out exhale escapes John as your tightness slowly swallows him, his hands falling to lift your shirt and simultaneously massage your hips.

"Just like that, love", his words are drawled as blue eyes follow how you inch your way down, having to work up and done with rolls of your hips take him after this long. "Just relax. You always take it so well". His praise makes you flutter around him, making your and John's breaths catch.

With a last shift, your thighs finally touch his, his cock buried to the hilt.

"Fuckin' hell so warm". You glance up at John, having his head notched backwards, lips slightly parted. Calloused hands slide up the smooth skin of your sides, outlining the curve of your hip, making your shirt ride up enough to show your stomach before it slides down again as his hands smoothened down your body again.

"Didn't you say you would work? Hard to do that while coping a feel". Your breathy comment brings John's head forward again, his eyes partly lidded.

"Only need one arm for that". There's a gentle tug in the corner of his mouth as he angles his laptop towards him on the armrest.

While propping his uninjured arm along the armrest, scrolling on the mousepad as he returned to the reading you previously interrupted, John's unoccupied hand gripped your hip as he brought you closer. The slight shift makes him move inside you, and your eyes flutter shut. Shit, this would be much harder than you'd anticipated.

In hopes it would distract you, you lean forward, nose knocking against the column of his throat. You inhale his scent, concentrating on how the typical aroma of rich cigar smoke is vacant from his skin with the lack of smoking.

John's unoccupied hand travels to the small of your back, fingers alternating between massaging your muscles and tracing light patterns against your skin. 

Shivers run up and down every part of your body, unconsciously making you shimmy as the shudders reach your shoulders. Your shifting jostles him inside you, causing you to clench reactionary. John's chest heaves, indicating he definitely felt how you squeezed around him.

But he didn't say anything, not verbally, at least. He simply grabs a fistful of your asscheek until flesh spilt between his fingers. The silent scold forces you to resist rocking in his lap, only releasing a quiet whimper, burying your face deeper into the curve of his neck and shoulder.

You inhale to steady your breath. 

The shower John took in the morning made his body wash more prominent. But he still smells of a certain alluring warmth, a musk simply describable as him, the one making you nuzzle against his bare upper body. You don't know whether to curse or hail him for not wearing a shirt nowadays, his nude chest distracting you somewhat from the delicious stretch and fullness of finally having him inside you. Until you knew it definitely did not help you.

As the hair dusted over his pectorals tickled against your lower chin and his beard against the upper part of your forehead, you ran your hands up and down his abdomen and chest. 

Feeling the thick cords of muscle beneath a layer of fat that made him so deliciously big and broad clench beneath your fingers acts like a lighter to gasoline. Mental images of seeing those muscles work as he pumps himself into you fill your head.

You don't even notice how your hips begin to roll until a heavy hand clutches your side, swiftly preventing the motion.

"Be a good girl, hm?" You glance up at John, but he hasn't even angled his head to face you. His blue eyes simply remain fixed on the computer screen. Even so, you feel how the muscles in his neck flex, and a soundless chuckle shakes his chest. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, face falling to hide against his neck again, but your attempt to remain calm has already failed as your mind supplies nothing but the filthiest scenes behind your eyelids. Grunting. Pistoning hips. Flesh grasped tightly.

You force an exhale, refraining from moving with any and all willpower in your fibres as you feel his girth throb inside you. You need a distraction. You need to distract yourself from thinking about how his cock fills you so well.

You start to mouth at his skin, light presses of your lips along his collarbone, trailing only far enough to his shoulder that you didn't aggravate his injury. When you once again reach where his clavicle met his sternum, you begin trailing kisses up his neck. You hum in delight, nuzzling against John's jawline, his beard tickling the tip of your nose. You felt him sigh, his chest pressing against yours before he exhaled through his nose.

God, you pliantly move with him as he shifts in his seat, attempting to find a more comfortable position by sliding down somewhat. But you can't help but momentarily dig your fingers into his abdomen as the slight stir pushes his hips against yours, forcing him deeper inside you. The sting of your nails makes his hips jump more erratically than when he'd shuffled just seconds earlier, and you can't stop a moan as you press yourself down into his lap. The only thought left in your mind is that you desperately need to move. Now.

Rocking your hips, you gave a quivering sigh, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his blunt tip hitting something so sensitive. 

"Love", John's voice is even, hinting at nothing more than attempting to earn your attention. However, how his hand travelled from around your waist to your ass, angling your hips roughly in an arch so you were pressed, forced stationary, against his chest, spoke of something else.

When you emerge from his neck, with hands planted on his chest, his blue eyes lock with yours, and how he tilts his head causes a shiver to run down your spine.

"Said to sit still, didn't I?" A soft whine leaves your mouth, lower lip jutting out. "Only going to keep me warm, eh?" He tuts amusingly.

You huff as you catch the amusement in his voice. "You seem to like it".

"Not 'bout likin' it love, but seein' how strong that resolve of yours is", he hums, taunting words brushing over your lips

You could bare your teeth at that response, like a cat hissing at someone, even if they were petting them because they came close. John's cock was literally throbbing inside you, his hips shifting to get more comfortable, only to rock himself deeper into you, demanding, mocking you to do something about your predicament.

As if feeling your body tense, your frustration growing, the menace of a man you're perched upon decides to stoke the fire by giving you a small kiss on your lips.

"Not fair", you hiss against John. This time, his chuckle is audible.

"No one said anything about fair". You send him a deadpan look, but he only chuckles deeply again. "Now relax again, love". His hand pushes against the back of your head, bringing you to rest it against him. You don't fight him, hooking your chin near the juncture of his neck, staring at the bookshelf opposite you.

You knew you'd given a false promise when you said this wouldn't lead to anything. Called your own lie and his with your initial scepticism. But now you're too far gone, too horny after nearly a month of not properly feeling him; you let out a shuddering, displeased moan as you purposefully squirm.

Your constant shifts were too small to bring any real pleasure, erratic enough they would be written off as shifts to get comfortable if it wasn't for how you and John knew it definitely wasn't. 

You could already feel your juices dripping, coating your inner thighs and his crotch, probably soaking his trousers. The lewd picture makes your pussy throb around his length again, and you quietly mewl, brows furrowing in frustration as you glare straight forward.

As if to make matters worse, your clit caught perfectly on the rolled-together line of your underwear that pressed into you at the angle John kept you from sinking deeper onto him. The realisation is like a doomsday announcement, as now it's impossible not to notice how your bundle of nerves is throbbing. 

The ache is unbearable, especially as pleasure is within sight, the planes of John's lower stomach pressed right against your mound. With such temptation just a breath away, you wriggle your hips, stuttering a breath when pleasure rushes through your abdomen. 

You start with small movements, yet more calculated than before. But soon, your squirming evolves into grinds that never fully make you sit back on John's lap. 

You reckon that's why he doesn't stop your movements. But what catches you, pleasantly, off-guard is when you feel a slight push of his hand against your backside.

John lazily guides your hips a few times but stops suddenly as if catching himself of what he's doing when his concentration slips from his reading. 

He chastises you with a soft pinch to the skin of your hips, and you know what's coming when he grabs the nape of your neck.

"Thought you said no fuckin'?". He directs your head in front of his. John's eyes have darkened, the good kind, his chest heaving more with each breath.

"I'm a big fat liar. That's what you want to hear?" You're quick to reply, the amusement rising in his blue eyes evident as he rolls his lips between his teeth with a content quirk in their corners before he answers.

"Always a delight when you admit you're wrong".

"Yeah, yeah", you roll your eyes, heat licking up your limbs and spine until pooling in the pit of your stomach. You attempt to quell it by mimicking the same move you'd previously done, but don't get far before John's strong hand anchors you squarely in his lap. The sweet pleasure of him filling you to the brim is momentary as the action keeps you there, fixed.

"Never said I would fuck you. I'm quite satisfied with this arrangement". John Price may be a humble man, but sometimes his cockiness soared when having you at his mercy.

"Piss off".

"Goin' to remain right here", he flashed you a devilish smile before returning to work. 

His blatant disregard makes your mouth fall open as you stare at him. 

You know John saw your reaction from the corner of his eyes, but he was adamant about not acknowledging you. You clench your jaw, sending him a nasty look. 

If that's how he wants to play.

With the single coherent thought that you would get your release, no longer desiring to play into the torture John was putting you through, you decide to make him cave right along with you.

With one hand stabilising yourself on his chest, your other hand slide down beneath your sweater. Your mouth falls open when your fingers brush your clit, faintly feeling how he stretches you open, unabashed moan clawing up your throat and out of your mouth. 

Oh, you saw the twitch of his head and felt his fingers dig into your waist. You knew how much he desired to look at you but remained stubborn enough not to indulge himself.

What must be a delirious-looking smile spread on your face as your mouth remains open, releasing all the soft breaths and whiney moans you'd muffled earlier. He's still keeping a steely grip on your lower half, keeping you from rocking your hips, but you make do with what he can't control. 

You bend forward at the waist, head falling alongside his until you face his throat.

Whereas your previous kisses had been light, worshipping, now they were shy of foul. You don't leave more than a few open-mouthed kisses along his neck as a heads-up before you trace your tongue over the same spots you journey.

You never stop the slow circles over your clit, your heavy breaths fanning over the wet trail you paint against his skin. And with your pleasured sounds so close to his ear, your lips marking him up without abandon as no one but you will be able to see the light marks, a deep groan fills the air.

Silencing your satisfaction that you're slowly tearing his resolve, you release a low whine straight into his ear instead. "John-". 

His facade cracks again, head tilting backwards, and you know he's fighting demons to not give in to your pleasure. But you show him no remorse, chuckling breathlessly over the shell of his ear before nipping his earlobe. 

Laving over the sweet little spot on his neck, right at the angle where his beard fades and beneath his ear, another grunt fills the air as his other hand abandons the computer and shifts to grab you.

With both of his hands now on your hips, you take your unoccupied hand and drag it down his chest, the wiry hair tickling you as your nails catch his nipple. You paw at his chest as you push your mouth into the shell of his ear, shakily uttering, "Going fill me up, John?"

"Jesus-". His gravelly voice, how he gropes and grabs at your soft love handles, hints at the restrained pleasure leaking through the cracks you're creating. It eggs you on, quickening the fingers rubbing your clit as you try to see if he'll let you rock your hips.

Although he clutches your flesh when you start to roll your hips over his thick cock, he doesn't stop you, hands remaining dormant on your ass. And, since you don't get any resistance from John this time, you don't stop.

You flutter around him, your peak moving a lot closer when you sit straight, looking down at the man who showers you with his attention as you rise on your knees in tandem with the rocking of your hips. And that seems to break the last straw of his willpower. 

You thank the heavens when he hastily moves to close his laptop and slides it a bit too aimlessly into the armchair beside the one you're occupying. The amusement in his eyes quickly faded to offer more place for surging arousal.

His uninjured arm rises to settle his hand at the back of your head, tugging you into a kiss as his other hand paces itself as he lowers it, swatting away your hand to overtake the onslaught on your bundle of nerves. As his thumbs find and rub firm circles onto your clit, you moan into his mouth.

John leans away to look at you, watching your features contort in pleasure as your cunt throbs around him. A lazy smirk on his face tells you he has no desire to drag out your or his pleasure any longer. 

He starts moving his hips, meeting each of your falls into his lap, pressing him deeper into you than what you'd managed on your own. John sounded fucking heavenly as a fucked up into you, groans and grunts slipping past his teeth, even if he let you do most of the work, taking it easy with his shoulder. 

"Fuckin' hell, that's my girl". He jerks inside you upon picking up the wet sounds squelching each time the back of your thighs meet his. "Takin' my cock so well after all this time, s'good for me, fuck- missed you havin' you around me". John's head drops backwards just as his hand falls to give your hips a firm squeeze, helping you guide your hips. You whine, clenching around him, slumping against him even if your hands get trapped between your chests.

He feels so good inside you, girthy length stretching you so deliciously, every ridge and vein rubbing against your walls. You pant against his skin, teeth closing on the tendons in his neck, not biting, but the pleasure just feels so good that you barely know what to do with yourself.

"Feisty today, eh?" John's jab is breathless, rasped from the back of his throat. "Hm, get so needy when you don't get my cock".

"John- fuck", your eyes squeeze tightly shut as your sensitivity is upped, orgasm nearing, the digit playing with your clit making you keen. "Feels so good, you feel so good... shit, missed this", you blabber. He groans at your admission, planting his heels more firmly to get more power behind his thrusts.

An involuntary squeak leaves you as the added force makes you slide forward a bit, your arm swinging around his neck on his uninjured side. It's nowhere near as fierce as John otherwise can shove himself deep inside of you, but after this long, he doesn't need to.

One final thrust sends you over the edge, body quivering, thighs squeezing his waist. Your moan breaks into heaving breaths, hips stilling in their up-and-down movement. John's not far behind, manually grinding your hips back and forth before he rolls his hips upwards, praises falling in groans from his lips as he spills inside you.

"Best believe you're not going back to working after this", you sigh into John's neck, having caught your breath just as he slackens beneath you.

He gives you a shakey laugh yet to level his own breathing. "No thought 'bout it", his voice is throaty as his arms curl around your waist.

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[delic7te]

sweet dreams | kaz brekker

kaz brekker x reader

summary: after an exhausting day, kaz lets you spend the night in his office

a/n : sorry for not responding to reqs, life was kinda happening. anyway here's something I wrote a long long time ago

Kaz caught himself looking at you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, as if you might fall into the ground if he averted his gaze away from you.

The Crows were heading back to The Slat, worn out after a risky heist that ended up being a success but left them all exhausted and weak, eager to go lay back for a good sleep.

Except Kaz. The man was almost always wide awake and on watch, busy with something buisness related. He allowed you to tag along with his work at times because you had quite a gift for things like he did, even though he hired you as a weapon more than as a mastermind. But you became both and Kaz trusted you enough to let you help him out with planning heists and managing the Dregs, as you were in the buisness almost as long as he was. Of course, you had your own reputation and jobs, sometimes working for Kaz but mostly for yourself.

Still, Kaz and you partnered up at times.

When you were finally at the Slat, everyone drifted into their rooms immediately and shortly fell sound asleep. But Kaz needed to get some work done as always, which meant he would take you with him.

"Y/N, come along", he told you when you came through the door, glancing down at you again. You looked like you hadn't slept for weeks, your eyelids threatening to shut down any second now. "Huh?"

"There's some paperwork left if you don't mind", Kaz explains as he limps up the stairs, you following behind.

"Alright." A quiet sigh leaves your lips. "I planned on staying up a little anyway" , you lie.

Kaz felt bad for keeping you up even though he knew all you wanted to do was to lay back on your bed and give your mind a rest, but he still kept a straight cold expression when you both sat down in his office.

You took of your coat and put it on the couch by his window, sitting down on a chair opposite of his at his desk. Kaz sat right down, picking up files and spreading them all over the desk. "Where were we?"

You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. "Are you sure this can't wait until the morning?"

It could. He knew it could. Yet something in him told him to keep going and keep you by his side for as long as possible.

Tonight, during a job, Kaz got really concerned for you. It was dangerous, bloody and filthy out there and even though you fend for yourself perfectly in jobs like that, he still sometimes saw you as a butterfly whose wings are about to be torn off by vultures and the cruel world.

He hated that. He hated feeling that type of cautiousness. But when you were in his office, working by his side, he could have an excuse to be in your presence while you were perfectly safe. He would never admit that to you, so he would rather keep you occupied and close to him.

"Hang on for just a few minutes, can you?"

With no choice and a small nod, you get back to all the paperwork scattered on the desk before you. "Atleast we got what we needed tonight."

♤—————————♤

After some time of silent working together, Kaz stands up from the desk. "Excuse me for a minute", he says as he limps to the bathroom.

Kaz shuts the bathroom door, taking off his gloves. He splashes his face and gloves with water, refreshing himself.

His thoughts shift back to his partner in the next room. When had he begun to trust a person like this? Maybe it were your talents: your fighting skills, your calculated moves, your bright, sharp mind. Or it was simply your charm and wit that enchanted him whole.

Those few minutes of peace with you were all he wanted for the rest of his life. It frustrated him, how much space could someone take up in his head.

Kaz walked out of the bathroom, when he saw you lay your head over your crossed arms spread out on the desk. Your eyes were shut and you looked as if you just passed out.

He realized how he kept you up for no reason, just his selfishness, even though you were tired out of your mind. This time he didn't want to wake you, but he figured you won't be comfortable if you fell asleep in the position you were currently in.

"Y/N?", he whispers softly, careful not to startle you.

Your head rises from the wooden surface. "Sorry", you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

Kaz sits back down. "Don't be. You can stay here overnight, if you wish. My room is open to you."

You shook your head. "No, I'll go back to my place, I'll be fine."

He scoffs. "Just accept something for once. We don't want you to pass out on your way out, do we?"

There was silence after you sighed, burying your face in your hands.

"I insist", Kaz finally says, and you didn't want to resist anymore because you knew that in the end he would make you stay.

"Where would you sleep?"

"I don't need to, yet. Don't worry about me."

"Even geniuses need sleep, Kaz", you frown, standing up from your chair.

He shrugs. "Exactly why you're gonna stay here and get some rest."

"I'll just take the couch here."

When you finally layed down on the couch close to his desk, none of you said anything for a long time. Kaz kept scribbling with his pen, which lulled you to sleep even more.

"You did a good job tonight", Kaz breaks the silence, surprising you.

Your eyes find his and you gaze at each other for a moment. A small nod of appreciation was all you left off before letting your eyelids close and the darkness take over.

♤—————————♤

Kaz was finally done with working for the night, which was slowly turning into the morning. It was really late, and you had been asleep for about an hour on the couch, eyes shut and eyelashes spread over your plum cheeks.

You looked relaxed, pleasantly at peace. It was a sight Kaz couldn't take his eyes off.

Before heading to his room, he noticed that it was getting chillier in the space and that nothing covered your body from it.

There was an old blanket hanging from the end of the couch and he picked it up, placing it on top of you and protecting you from the cold in the air.

He admired you one last time. "Sweet dreams, Y/N/N", he whispers, turning around to leave the room.

"Night, bastard", replied a sleepy voice behind his back. Kaz freezes, slight embarrassment washing over him.

He was now glad he wasn't facing you, because he couldn't contain himself from letting his lips stretch into a wide smile.

#kaz brekker x reader #grishaverse imagines #grishaverse #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker #six of crows #six of crows imagine #freddy carter #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine

[heresan]

At the sound of your soft wince as you sustain a paper cut from flipping through the pages of your book, Wriothesley is immediately on you. The scratching of his pen comes to a stop, paperwork soon forgotten, his chair grinding backwards and he approaches your comfortable form lounging on the couch. He's bending down on one knee before you as he gently brings the small wound in question into his view.

"Sweetheart, you need to be more careful. Let me see it." You can make out the anxious furrow in his brows, as he firmly yet gently takes your wrist and unfurls your fingers to examine the damage. You tell him it's really not a huge deal and you're fine but he asserts that he wouldn't tolerate you receiving even the tiniest scratch on his watch. After a moment, he sighs softly and a relieved smile appears on his face. "Well, it's not as bad as I feared. Just hang on tight while I go grab a medical kit."

Wriothesley quickly head towards his desk and shuffles through the drawers to retrieve the first aid that he keeps on hand for times he doesn't want Sigewinne making a fuss and lecturing him. He returns back to your side and gets to work, cleaning the new wound with a cotton wool and an antiseptic solution before applying a topical ointment and bandaging your finger. You could feel him gently patting your hand before he smiles warmly at you, "There, that's better."

"Thank you, my love. You really didn't have to do that. But I suppose it's only fair I accept your help in treating my paper cut after all those times I'd walk into your office to a new injury on your face or body." You say with a teasing lilt in your voice, your eyes darting from your treated finger to your lover with the corners of your mouth upturned.

"I'm only fulfilling my duties as your boyfriend to take care of you, sweetheart." He then chuckles, recalling back to those memories where he'd brush off your worries and reassures you it's nothing serious, and he just had a little "chat" with one of those prisoners who got a little too uppity. But he allows you to tend to him anyway because he secretly loves the attention. "I could never forget about how concerned you were over a simple bruise I once had."

At this feeling of tenderness, Wriothesley interlace your fingers together and press a kiss to your knuckles. His thumb caressing your skin in a sweet gesture of affection. "We both just care about each other a little too much, don't we?"

You want to respond with something clever but soften in the same breath as you do. "I'd argue it's a reasonable and perfectly normal amount of caring... But yeah, I suppose we do."

#a lil self indulgent since I'm a bit clumsy at times #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley

[ladyyatexel]

Hey, what's up, hello, I'm Xel, I truly have Donald Duck levels of bad luck and yet I do not have the rage button that makes things work out if I throw a tantrum, which feels like yet another failure of media, what is the deal with this.

The deal is:

Temp job had to let me go instead of make me permanent because the economy scared the 5 people over 65 in that department out of feeling safe enough to retire

None of my applications are getting interviews and I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Donald Duck tantrum did not assist me in this realm.

Holy shit seasonal depression I can't get out of bed like.... A Lot.

I have a convention to go to in February where I am selling art in the art show and where I will see many of my friends the only time per year.

I'm scared of everything haha wow 😬

I'm am an artist who just feels too upset and worried to art

I'm having trouble getting everything together and maybe will feel better with some level of stability? I need to do a lot of paperwork. It is proving hard. I have the Tumblr popular suspicions about my level of neurodivergance. (Fun story: I told members of my my family that I have thought in the last two years especially that I might have ADHD or Autism or something, and my cousin said, "Oh, honey *just the last two years?*" Obliterated.)

My abusive dad recently joined a cult and my grandmother thinks he'll try to contact me after 15 years and I'm fucking scared of him and that is Affecting Me in A Way boy howdy.

I do not have the money to pay rent even a little bit! I'm trying to get January and February taken care of maybe? So I can try to exist for this period of time and maybe not have a breakdown or get evicted or something?

Some real not awesome medical junk happening also because why not.

SO, I'm doing Tumblr's favorite thing and being a starving queer artist with brain worms who needs help. If you are interested in helping me out and making a donation to the "Why don't my Donald Duck tantrums solve my problems" fund, I would be Really Grateful.

I am on Ko-Fi, which is really just a funnel to PayPal, over here.

$2500 would keep me on solid ground. I'll try to keep a tally here in a read more along with a expenses tally if that would help you feel better about me! I know I've had to ask frequently in the last few months, so I understand thinking I'm full of it.

I have a commission to finish currently and a few buttons and things that need to be mailed. You could also ask for button and commission, but I am doing prep work for my part of the art show in mid February, so I'm not available until after then for that!

My grandfather used to do a Donald Duck impression that was really good and it convinced me that either he WAS Donald Duck or that old people all knew how to do this because they all talked like this in the era Donald Duck was from.

Here is Ko-Fi again. If there's something you'd like to see me post or unearth in atonement, let me know. If you'd like other places to aim your dead green American presidents, I can give you that too.

Thanks for reading and/or reblogging! Tell me how Donald Duck's freakouts impacted you. Take care of yourselves!

Rent is $710/month, so 1420 is January and February.

65 for the internet, 130

65 for car insurance, 130

65 for electric unless I can get the assistance plan up again, same 130

250 to survive at the con maybe?

Also just like food until i can get the foodstamps stuff sorted??

Gas???

Anyway, that's an idea of what and why, if that is helpful.

Jan 8:

We are at $460!

Thanks!

#mutual aid #help #donations #charity #i feel real ashamed to have to do this! :D

[captjprice]

maybe we can get some smut for valeria x fem bratty reader??

ur writing is great!!! hope u have a great day too 🥰

Valeria Garza x Brat!FemReader

a/n: yesyesyes!!!! i love valeria but i was scared she wouldnt get much attention if i wrote for her 😭😭 thank you for the support and compliments, i hope u have a lovely day too 🥹

mentions: smut, fingering, domvaleria, subreader, femreader, valeria's kinda mean, the spanish is not amazing i'm sorry, reader discovers she likes women, tesoro = treasure, valeria is for the girls ONLY

If there was one thing Valeria was good at, it was making you question everything. She had a way of working and talking that you needed to get used to. You hadn't planned to become her right hand— Definently not.

You were skilled, for sure. It's what she saw in you first, before your body, or your pretty face. That fire that ignited in you once you got into battle, you did it with passion, almost love for the job.

You were one of very few people she tolerated, and could even call a friend. Due to your skills both in combat and lightening Valeria's mood after a mission, she asked— No, demanded you be her right-hand. You accepted the offer, not minding spending some more time around her. She was your friend, after all. Yet you couldn't shake that extra, nagging feeling whenever you saw her. First you thought it was just the way you admired her, but it stirred something unfamiliar in your stomach.

It's how you find yourself now, in her small office, on a chair while she's working on paperwork.

You shift in your seat as you think it all over, it's not like you're in love with her, right? She's a woman. You're straight. But she makes you feel weird. You've been staring at the ground for so long now, it makes Valeria speak up. "Mm, bella, something bothering you?" She asks, gaze still focused on her papers. "Oh," You look back up at her, clearing your throat. "No, sorry. Just daydreaming. Nothing to do here." Valeria lets out an airy chuckle in response to what you say.

"You're eye candy, how about that?" She muses with a small smirk, giving you a quick glance and a wink. It's moments like those that make your cheeks flush and your thighs press together, and you doubt your feelings. You've never looked at a woman before and felt this, let alone felt it this much. But you remind yourself that it's probably just a playful feeling, it means nothing. And even if it was real, it wasn't like Valeria'd feel the same. She's so much... better. You're out of her league.

You shake your head slightly to try and get rid of those thoughts. You don't like women, so why would you care anyway? You're snapped out of your thoughts when Valeria mutters a curse.

"¿Por qué nada puede salir bien en este maldito lugar?!" She hisses, moving her chair back as her water spilled all over her shirt. Your eyes widen, and you stifle a laugh as you stand and go to retrieve a towel to clean it up. You're laughing by the time you get back, gently cleaning up her desk. "This is not funny, bella." She grumbles, and you can't help but nod along sarcastically. "Oh, no, Valeria. It definitely is not." You tease, leaning forward to pat the towel on her shirt. You don't think too much of it as you pat her chest, trying to get most of the water out. It's when you can feel Valeria's gaze boring into that you realize how inappropriate it is. Your hand rests on her breast for a moment as you look up at her in confusion, then quickly pull your hand back. "Oh, oh, shit— I wasn't trying to-.." You stammer. Valeria's gaze is knowing, and she smiles slightly. "It's alright. Any other would have their hand cut off." She says lowly, giving a small hand gesture. "Go on." You stare for a moment, feeling your cheeks heat up. No doubt you're red. She can't be serious?..

Fuck it, you think. It means nothing. You gently continue to dab the towel on her shirt, from her chest to her stomach. Valeria just watches with an amused expression. You feel like your emotions are on overdrive— Why has she got you blushing and stumbling over your own words? Damn it. Her gaze follows you as you toss the towel away. "I can tell you're thinking about something." She says as you make your way back to her. "That's why I have a brain, no?" You reply, frustrated with yourself. Valeria raises a brow at your attitude, reaching out to grab your wrist. "Tell me what's on your mind, Tesoro." You don't reply as she pulls you a little closer, sliding her hand to your hip instead. Valeria looks up at you, and gives you a squeeze. "What is it, hm? Did I make you uncomfortable?" She asks, seeming worried about actually having done something wrong. You shake your head, because despite your internal confusion you aren't uncomfortable. It felt good to touch her like that. She makes everything feel so good, even when it shouldn't even make you bat an eye.

You roll your eyes when she squeezes your waist again. "It's not important." You mutter, looking down at Valeria. God, her eyes, those lips..

She catches your gaze flickering to her lips and her mouth twitches. Valeria seems to catch up now. So that's why you squirm and blush under her gaze all the time.. "It is important when it comes to you, Hermosa." She says softly, "It's okay to feel what you're feeling, you know?" Valeria continues, and it makes you scowl. She's too observant. You try to ignore her, and go back to your seat in front of her desk but she just pulls you back again. "Why are you so hesitant, hm? Think you'll like it too much?" Valeria teases, moving her face closer to press a kiss against your side. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you don't move away. "It's okay," She cooes, lifting your shirt just a little to place another chaste kiss to your waist. You take in another sharp breath. Your hand gently leans down to caress her hair, and just before she plants another kiss to your skin you push her away.

Valeria makes a confused noise, glancing up at you. You're staring at her with hazy eyes, your lips slightly parted. Oh, you want to play hard to get?

In a quick movement she grabs you and shoves you against her office desk. "You really want to be like this, Hermosa?" She asks, grabbing both of your arms to pin your wrists to your back as you stand with your front against the desk. "Want to play pretend?" She whispers, using one to hold your wrists together and the others to push your hair aside, pressing her lips against your neck. You whine in response, trying to move your hands. "No, no touching. You want to play hard to get, so we'll do just that." She says lowly. "Have you been thinking about me all this time?" Her words make you shiver, and you squirm. "You wish," You reply, and Valeria snickers, landing a smack to your ass. You whimper, your back arching and pressing into her crotch. "Right.. Sure you haven't." She muses, tangling her hand in your hair again. "Dirty woman, thinking about your boss, hm? I'll teach you to behave." Valeria's hand lets go of your wrists, and she grins when you keep them there obediently. She tugs at your hair harsh enough for you to move back, your head resting on her shoulder. "You want this?" She asks, staring at your lips to wait for your reply. Which doesn't come. Valeria gives another yank at your hair, and you give a quick nod. "Speak." She hisses, her hand trailing to the button of your jeans, undoing it agonisingly slow. "Y-..Yes." You whisper, cheeks burning. "Yes, what?" She grunts, and you stay quiet again. Do you really need to beg?..

"If you want this, beg for it." She huffs, her fingertips trailing along the hem of your panties. You look to the side, gazing up at Valeria. In a desperate attempt to kiss her you move forward.

A kiss first? Valeria decides to indulge, leaning forward to press her lips against yours. It's a little sloppy due to the position you're in, but you both don't mind. Valeria groans into the kiss, her grip on your hair loosening. "Please," You whimper between kisses, greedily tasting her. "Please, I want to feel you." Valeria grins into the kiss, pulling back. "You make such a good slut. Begging for me like that." Her fingers trail down, ghosting over your folds for just a moment before letting her finger brush your clit. "A-.. Ahh," Your hands move behind you, holding onto Valeria wherever you can. Valeria moves her hand, slipping one finger into you as you jolt and lean back. "Shh, Hermosa. Be good for me." She whispers softly, pumping in and out slowly to let you relish in it for a moment. You breathe out, letting your eyes close and your head fall back.

After a few seconds, she adds a second finger, speeding up a little to see your reaction. You whine, squeezing her arm in response. "Mierda, you're wet. Is this what you were daydreaming about?" The sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, and you're grateful the walls are thick. Your sounds become increasingly louder. You pant, trying to say something but it only comes out as an incoherent babble.

Valeria places her mouth onto your neck, sucking a hickey into your soft skin. It combines so deliciously with the sensation of her fingers pumping inside you, and you can feel the warmth in your stomach build. "Nnhm.. Val..-" You croak, turning to look at her. "Mmh, are you close, hermosa?" She asks, even though she knows the answer. You give a weak nod.

It seems Valeria has other plans. "Hold out a little longer for me," She whispers huskily, to which you shake your head. With the speed she was going, it wouldn't take long. "Just a little while more, otherwise i'll make you cum until sunrise." She promises, slowing down a little. You can't help it though, not when she starts to kiss along your neck again. You arch your back, moving along with her speed and with a loud moan, you come undone on her hand, and you're positive you're on another planet.

Your knees buckle, but Valeria steadies you, looking at you with an amused expression. You're panting. "Is it that hard to listen? You heard what I said, no?" Valeria asks, pumping through your orgasm as she holds you up. When she's done, she takes her hand out of your pants and shoves her fingers into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. "Until sunrise," She repeats, watching you lick her fingers clean with hazy eyes.

It'd be a long evening, you realized as she set you down on the desk and unzipped your jeans.

#valeria garza #valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mwii #cod x reader #call of duty smut #lesbians

[circinuus]

I was wondering if I could request Dazai (possibly Chuuya too, seperate) taking care of a sick s/o? gn please! Take ur time and take care of urself! <33

taking care of a sick s/o

ft dazai, chuuya. 0.7k words

gn!reader

❥ hi nonnie! tysm for the request and the sweet message ♡ if you're not feeling well, i hope you'll get well soon! sorry this one isn't too good, i need to practice writing more

"Dazai, get awayy-"

Your protest was cut by your miserable sneeze, before further drowned in your lover's long whine.

Hell hath no fury like flu during fall, you concluded. And seeing your currently pouting beloved, it seems that it's not that less of a nightmare for him too. Food and medicines are down. Yet, the body pains and subtle headaches still linger.

Dazai had noticed the way you slump at your desk. Hidden among the piles of abysmal paperwork was you sighing and kneading your temple to quell a grating pain that wasn't supposed to be there. Dazai had noticed this; the lack of enthusiasm and vigor in your ever-refreshing smile. And that was all it takes for him to take you by the hand and throw some well-crafted excuse to Kunikida, dragging you back to your shared abode.

That was a few hours ago. 

"Shouldn't you be back at the agency?"

"And leave you alone?" he gasps, partly offended at how you inch away from his kiss. "My flower, what if you're dying from your cold?"

'Oh! we can finally have a double suicide!' he said. 'But death by sickness is nasty,' he then deflates. Despite his vocal laments, they soon fade to nothing but a white noise as your mind drifts to the pile of unfinished works and reports, eyes blank from the haze of your worry and malady.

"A frown doesn't suit you, belladonna," soft fingers rest on your head, and suddenly you are conscious of the creases forming on your brow and the taut arch on your lips.

"Shh, it's okay," his whispers flows to your ears like a lilting tune. Your eyes find their way to his, and swirling in his eyes is a sentiment so foreign. So latched with raw, genuine concern, ripped off all the playful and mischievous glint you wished you weren't the reason for such disconsolate eyes.

"Dazai-"

"Rest." he presses a kiss on your eyelid. Your words soon die in a blissful sigh, too tired and too content to propose another protest.

With his gentle strokes, the angry storm of uneasiness and sickly discomfort dull, and sweet lull of sleep finally embraces you.

You much rather not let your lovable waste of bandage catch your cold. But alas, you are only human. And what can a mere human do when they feel their lover's warmth engulfing their being? So loving and solicitous; you are helpless under his touch.

Besides, you owe him as much for making him this worried.

Chuuya frowns as he observes the thermometer.

"I should call the doctor back."

"Love, please," the thick blanket he draped over you slightly shifts. "He was just here."

'It's just a silly cold, anyway,' a huff escapes your sore throat. But Chuuya isn't all convinced. A deep furrow nestled itself on his brow, and for a second you think he's mad. Maybe it has something to do with you passing out in his office just now; something about fatigue and seasonal flu, the doctor just said.

The mafioso heaves a long sigh before moving closer to sit at the edge of your bed.

"(Name), y'know how much you made me worry?"

"I had the medicines already. I should be fine." you sniff, red-nosed and voice strained. 

"But.. sorry."

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's not your fault" he is quick to shush you, fingers moving to rub circles on your hand. "I should've taken care of you better."

"You know it's not your fault," you interlace your hands together. They fit so well, you smile. And from Chuuya's chuckle, he seems to notice your sentiment.

"You're such a sweet thing, aren't you, doll?" he presses a loving kiss on your knuckles. Now you weren't sure it was him or the flu that was burning your cheeks.

"Rest up and don't worry your pretty head." He gives your hand a final reassuring squeeze. "I'll take care of everything,"

Chuuya moves to smooth your blanket, tucking you in for the night. And yes, he resists the urge to press a goodnight kiss on your lips, as much as he doesn't want to wait until your flu goes away. But you can feel the comfort of his hands never leaving yours throughout the night.

♡ @ashthemadwriter

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader

[squishy-45]

[You don't need to knock the next time you come in.]

[Yandere Hyperreal!Lee x Reader]

With how close you and Lee have gotten the past ever since the events in the hetero tower, to the point that lee confessed to you being the optimal solution to a problem he refuses to disclose. Even then, despite not knowing what his problem was, you were still happy to know that you've helped him. Given his nature of keeping things.

You've always been respectful of his boundaries. Especially when it came to his personal space. Out of the three constructs, Lee was the one that it took time for you to get close to. For starters, he was a guy, and along with that Lee's personality back then, wasn't exactly the friendliest. You're happy with how things have turned out with them. Yet.. it doesn't lessen the unease when you walked into Lee's room to see pictures with you circled in glaring red. Along with a physical notebook that is out of place in Lee's room.

"He's not here.. I should just leave." You turn around to leave only to end up bumping into Lee by the door frame. He holds you by the shoulders to steady you, rubbing circles on your shoulders. Asking politely as to why you were in his room. "I wanted to ask how you were doing since the recent mission. But, now I'm just wondering about the pictures, and the notebook."

The expression Lee makes is indiscernible. You can't tell how he feels from you asking that question, and that makes you feel uneasy once more.

"Those are my personal observation notes, and for the pictures.. They are just all the pictures we have together with gray raven. I circled you in red since you seem to dislike being in center frame, if anything you seem to dislike being in pictures with us." He answers calmly, then raises a brow.

"Why don't you like taking pictures with us? You seem so adamant on keeping memories of us yet you refuse to be in them. It seems counterproductive if you're not there."

You relax a bit, after hearing his answer.

"I just don't think I look particularly nice in pictures and I'm better at taking them. I like taking pictures of others. Not so much myself really. Unless its a special occasion."

"I see. Then when its my activation date, I'd like for us to have a picture together." He started looking at you as if he found a solution. You laugh a bit at his serious request.

"Sure, if you really want it that much. Should I dress up too? Honestly I was thinking you'd want something else from me."

He sighed at your response. "If it makes you want to take more pictures with me then go ahead." a pause "I do want more things from you, but this is what I want now. Just more memories with you in a tangible form."

The serious response makes you feel sentimental, yet you have another question that needs to be answered.

"I'm wondering what those are, but we'll get there at some point. I'm surprised you're hanging them up however."

You see Lee smile at your response and you can't help but feel strangely relaxed by it. His smile is something you wanted from him outside of the early retirement and reclaiming earth.

"Does it bother you my Commandant? I'd rather not take them down. After all your pictures give me some reassurance."

"Haha, it doesn't. Just surprised if anything. Anyway, got to go and do the paperwork. See you later Lee."

You leave and close the door to go to work. Unbeknownst to you Lee looks at your retreating figure then takes the pictures of you circled in red. Caressing it as if it was you instead.

"I don't understand why you're so surprised by it. I love you after all. My commandant, my solution, my one and only love."

Lee looks at his notebook, while it was initially meant to be observations, it ended up being a way for him to write out his deepest desires and praises of you. Every single little thing about you that he adored and wanted to keep to himself.

That's what he wanted the most after all.

Everything about you to himself and no one else.

The gifts you've given him, have been safely stored away.

He wishes he could keep you safe and hidden away the same.

However he knows that would be met with resistance. So he'll wait until you decide to let him keep you, or if he feels when it's necessary. But for now he'll shadow you to the ends of this life.

Because he hopes one day you will stay with him.

In this room, that you don't need to knock for, since at some point:

He'll lock it so that you'll stay and never leave him.

Authors note:

I wrote this a while ago after spiralling hearing Lee's dorm line. Initially I wanted to write something nsfw but somehow it went to the yandere route instead which was a pleasant surprise. I want to continue this, in fact I have a draft but unfortunately I don't have the time nor the words to write it out. Saving it for my academic papers. I hope you enjoy it even a little.

#pgr lee x reader #pgr lee #punishing gray raven #yandere pgr

[beabeemu]

Just Us

Sakusa kiyoomi X reader

MASTER LIST

MSBY! Player sakusa. CEO reader, RICH reader, Timeskip! sakusa. Warnings: Cursing, hints of jealousy. FLUFF. Sakusa being a cutie patootie

It's been over 2months since you two got engaged, and to say that it was hard to plan a whole wedding by yourself was an understatement. But not wanting to disappoint him, you didn’t complain, despite being busier then ever, you knew not to make him worry during their game, especially when he was in the middle of this year’s season. 

It seems as though your laundry list of things you needed to do never ended, and it was harder when everyone just HAD to have allergies to certain foods/j 

So having to come up with a menu that applies to everyone was hard. Plus the flowers, the seating, the venue, and 99+ more were tiring you so much that you found yourself getting buried in paperwork at your office, managing your own company wasn’t that easy either. 

But alas, your angel of an assistant was there to suffer with you, having to contact a million numbers just for some specific thing is hard to keep track of. 

Despite your life– as of– now being a living hell, at least you get an hour of happiness every day. It was when you and kiyoomi would call each other. There wasn’t a specific time  for your calls since your timelines were different, and  with him going from one country to another because of his competitions, he would often call and see you in various situations, doing work, feeding your guys cat, eating dinner (and he would buy his own so that you can eat together<3) or organizing you a hell of a wedding :) 

“Are you busy? I can call later if you want” 

“No, no, it's fine I needed to talk to you anyway” 

It was nighttime now, and you were in your home office, looking at the ginormous list of names that were *luckily* invited 

“Since when did know this many people? This list just keeps on going” 

“I dont know, ask my mom, she’s probably responsible for it” 

“Well, her son who she never expected to get married IS getting married so…” 

“Oh yeah?” he said teasingly 

I laughed at his reaction, I continued checking the list, my phone was on a stand in front of me, and he was in his bed laying down, it was probably late in his timeline cus it seemed that he was the only one awake. 

Then just like every night before I go to bed, I replay everything that happened when he proposed.

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It was 1 week before he went off to a different country, his games had already started and now that they’d won, they’re gonna advance to the next round in a different country. 

And THIS was the last thing I expected 

He was down on one knee, holding a velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring. 

“YES” 

I said, he quickly slipped the ring on my finger and immediately hugged me, my feet living the ground. 

His logical explanation on why he proposed NOW was:

“Because I want that, when I get back we would just get married and then we’ll be off to our honeymoon with no distractions” 

Which was a pretty thought-out plan, to be honest. 

—--

which leads us back to now. 

"What else is on your list?" 

"Well, starting from 1, I need to figure out the menu, I don't know whether to have a buffet or just make it all the same" 

"How about the buffet, so that they'll have options" 

"Yeah but there's the allergy thing we need to consider" 

"How about we have the people ask the waiters what's included in the food so that they'll just avoid the ones they can't eat" 

"I guess" 

"Or how about we just avoid them altogether? Let's just use ingredients that they can have and find alternatives for the ones that they can't have" 

"Yeah, I guess that could work, but I'm worried about the chef though… I might give them a hard time" 

"Babe, that's their job, whether they like it or not, they still need to consider other people's needs and conditions, have you already hired a chef?" 

"No not yet but Emma (her assistant)did send me a list of 5-star chef's all over the world, she organized them from the ones who offered their service and those who were available, she even added their prices, most of them are private chefs for celebrities. "

"Good. Send me the list and I'll take care of it. And do you have a list of food that some of the guests can't have?"

"Yesh it's right here- wait, did you say that you'll handle it?" 

"Yeah, I have a weekend off here so don't worry about it"

"But what about your training? It's fine I can handle this, It's my day off tomorrow so I'll probably finish it by then-"

"No, that's final. I know you're tired and you can't always be just thinking about me, you should take care of yourself too. I don't want you to get sick, you don't want me to fly back to Japan would you?" 

"It wouldn't be so bad…" I whispered, silently hoping that he'll hear it

"But not for the right reasons" he glared at me, he's not dropping this is he?

"Fine I'll send you the 2 lists later" 

"Good" I guess he was satisfied. But hey, at least I've got two things off my plate 

"Also send me the kinds of food that you want to include, ok?" 

"OK, I'll send you them now" 

I took a picture of everything and forwarded it to him 

"Wow, this is a big list of names" 

"Yeah, she wanted it to be full of information about them as much as possible, she even added some reviews of past works" 

"And are you sure that they are ALL available? "

"Yeah, Emma confirmed with them all last week, and she has them on standby now"

He just hummed and then yawned. I took that as a sign to end the call

"Hey, let's continue talking tomorrow, you look tired, I don't want my soon-to-be-husband sick." 

"Well we'll be sick together"

I laughed and we said our goodbyes 

—-

Today was the day, I was finally gonna buy my wedding dress, and kiyoomi was gonna come home in one week, which means our wedding is near, we set our wedding 2 weeks after kiyoomi's arrival in japan, which was more than enough time for kiyoomi to finish everything that he needed to do for the wedding. 

I was most excited about kiyoomi coming home. 

My mom, my sister, kiyoomi’s mom, and Emma were with me to buy a wedding dress. 

Kiyoomi had insisted on me using his card, – black card–  and after a few minor arguments, I caved in. Plus who was I to deny him? Right? 

Maybe I can get him to use my card for his suit, I'll mention that to him later hehe

I had asked omi if he had any specific style that he wanted or at least liked me in, but he just told me that I can buy whatever I want… which wasn't that helpful tbh 

"Now come on dear, what kind of dress do you want?" My mom asked her eyes wandering off as we walked into a room that had a sea of white dresses. 

I've never really put much thought into this… I always just put that thought aside thinking that I'll just buy something that I like, but I didn't know that there was THIS much to choose from, we're gonna be here for a while….

—--

"FINALLY" I half screamed in the dressing room as I looked at the dress that I was fitting, it was more than perfect. Not too big, just the right size. 

( I can't describe clothes that well… you can imagine any dress you want) 

But not only does it look pretty, but its price is also pretty too, with a lot of zeros too. Hehehdhehehdhe

—-----

Today was the day, my omi was coming home today, and my excitement was on the same level as a child. 

I Drove to the airport, and I was now waiting at the front of the arrivals lane. 

The wedding was still not finished, I still had a cake tasting I needed to attend. Maybe omi and I can do that together <3 

he should be out of there by now…

I checked my phone in case he messaged me something. Nothing.

Then I saw a few more people walk through and every person that walked past that lane made me anxious, just imagining it, seeing his handsome face walking towards me, after 2 months, he was finally here. He won't be an ocean away, he’ll only be a moment away. (comment if you get the reference heh heh) 

As more people passed, I was starting to wonder how many people were fitted in that plane….

Then I finally saw some familiar faces. 

“Y/N!” I saw a familiar orange-headed midget. I waved at him as he ran towards me, soon followed by bokuto, who followed Hinata’s screaming, who was soon followed by atsumu. They all ran toward me, which made me wonder where was their other teammate. 

As they ran towards me all at once, I had trouble seeing the person I came for. When they neared, I finally saw him, the love of my life. 

With a woman in his arms. 

I went silent, I’m not the kind of person who was to get jealous easily. But seeing HER hugging MY MAN before ME????????!?!??!!?!??! 

Ohh, oHH she must have a death wish, My excitement getting drained out of me I focused on the ones who chose to come to ME FIRST rather than some fan, and don’t even tell me shit like “It might be a relative” NO, I KNOW ALL HIS RELATIVES AND SHE IS NOT ONE OF THEM. 

PLUS SHE WAS AMERICAN. 

“HEY! HEY!HEY, Here’s the bride-to-be, HERE is a gift, it’s from France” Bokuto said as he handed me an expensive-looking bag, I took it from him and hugged him, He hugged me back. A little bit too tight. But so fucking what. 

“You didn’t have to you know”

“Yeah, yeah just take it” atsumu and Hinata then shoved a paper bag similar to bokuto’s. I just shrugged and it seemed that they wouldn’t leave me alone if I don’t accept.

“Long time no see Y/N” I heard a voice say in front of me, I looked up and was faced with a familiar face, more precisely a former shiratorizawa player. 

“Wakatoshi…Hi, I’m glad that you accepted my invitation” 

“Yeah, didn’t have a reason not to so…”  

“Your presence is appreciated” I smiled at him, and he nodded and then said his goodbyes. I watched him walk away, just like that day…( If you haven't already noticed, Ushijima is your ex)

I was lost in thought that I didn’t notice my fiance walk towards me until I felt him reach for my hand. I snapped out of it as he pulled me close to him. 

“Hi, love…” I heard the others bid their goodbyes, now it was just the two of us. 

Everything seemed to disappear, my jealousy earlier? Gone. The slight trance I was in after seeing wakatoshi? Gone, the myriad of people walking around us, gone. It was just the two of us, and that was something that I could get used to. 

I wrapped my arms around him, something that I’d missed doing. 

—--

“Are you nervous?” she handed me my bouquet. It was here, the day that Ive been planning for ws finally here, it was only mere minutes away. And kiyyomi was acros the room waiting for me, as he had always been. 

“Ready?” I nodded, then they opened the double doors revealing the beautifully decorated church, flowers covered the ceiling, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were on me, but mine were only on one. 

He smiled, something that doesn’t happen often but was always rewarding when it did. That’s why he only let’s me see it. 

As I reached him, with my father and mother on both my sides, my father handed me too him. He pulled me close,his lips met my temple, he held my hand, not wanting to let go. 

We did the ceremony, we said our vows, and it was finally here. 

“You may kiss the bride” 

He pulled me in and cheers roared behind us, but everything seemed mute, there was no one else in that church, just us. 

And from then on, it would always and forever be, Just US. 

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[fountainpenguin]

"Picture of your face in an invisible locket... I had a bad feeling. But we were dancin'... swaying as the room burned down." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 32 - “Starve (Etho, Scott)”

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I am once again bringing you scenes of Etho cuddling up to SnifferMyFeet while Sniff growls reminders that even though he has Joel's memories and misses being Boat Boys, he wants Etho to treat him as a separate person.

If I had a nickel for every chapter Etho's touched this man and thought of Joel, I would have 8 nickels. I'd have 40 cents. That's as much as 1/4 of our story. And that's terrible.

#smalletho - Etho once again working through his touch starvation and Boat Boys Issues™ Many references to Joel, but he doesn't appear. Large flashbacks of him and Etho in next week's chapter, though! <3

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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This preview section jumps into shippy vibes- Proceed at own discretion.

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Etho - Fox

Status: Holding out a hand

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙  🧡  💚

So, uh. That string tidying, huh? You're setting yourself up for disappointment if you want to do that with an endermite hybrid. They're the best in the business and they'll mock you the whole time you set up. Sniff's smug and giggly about it, too, as Etho pushes him down on the bed and hangs back to study him. He's really tattered the code on the bottoms of his bare feet. I mean, shoe code gets tattered too, but usually those soft parts of a skin design hurt more.

"You gonna use your mouth?" Sniff asks, eyeing him up.

"In a shocking turn of events, the programmer has tools for fixing loose code. They're in the other room." Etho takes Sniff's wrists and pins them above his head for a second, then takes his ankles and stretches them out. Classic textbook pose for the work, even though they'll probably move to the carpet for obvious reasons before they start; he doesn't need weak pixels dropped all over his bed. "Stay," he commands, and Sniff sticks out his tongue and double flips him off without moving his arms. So Etho can't be mad.

But he does lean over, sliding one hand beneath Sniff's cheek, easing it behind his head. He curls it back around and lifts it just enough to scrape his palm across Sniff's brow, beneath his floppy dark brown hair. It's thick and feels like swamp plants in his hands. He still smells like well-treated water. Chlorine. Like one of Gluon's hotel builds with the fancy pools. Or the waterpark server. Never did find out why. Etho breathes against him without pulling back. Despite the wet scents, Sniff's warm soul's like fresh-baked bread against his hand.

"Oh my goodness… You're so pretty. You are so pretty…"

The metaphorical light fades from Sniff's mismatched eyes. Etho pulls back, waiting for a pinch or slap. Sniff turns his face away. Only his Joel side's visible at this angle as he squirms. "Get your eyes checked, Eefo… I saw my reflection when I got my water. I'm stitched together with hand-me-down parts. You don't mean that."

"What if I do, though?" He crouches lower by the bed, bringing a hovering thumb to Sniff's scalp. Sniff glances at him, then away. So Etho breaks that barrier. Slowly, the thick part of his hand eases down to touch Sniff's head. Sniff scrunches up his eyes again, giving the faintest little nod. Etho holds very still a few seconds (Sniff's pixels are so loose on his skin, which was the whole point of this cleaning project anyway) before he speaks again. "I'm sorry you can't see that yet. Body issues are tough; I've got issues too. Sometimes my fox traits get away from me… Been thinking about modding out, but it takes centuries of paperwork." His next stroke of hand (a circle on his head) is firmer, sharper, and Sniff mutters something under his breath as his cheeks freckle up with blue again. Cute. "If it were legal, I'd probably just unthread. I'd miss the bullet paths, but you make vex life look so easy. So good." He draws his hand around in one last loop, then eases it down Sniff's cheek (on his Grian side) to his neck. "Hey, take a closer look next time you're out. There's a lot of interesting people out there. Some wear faces that aren't even humanoid. Have you met MumboDrone or iCam? … And you know, it's just a skin."

Sniff putters his lips, staring towards the ceiling. His fingers lift, dancing across the backs of Etho's knuckles. "You just want me to stay late again. Gods, you're so lonely… Listen, fella- I know my strings are a wreck. I was an endermite before a vex; be pretty messed up if I couldn't tell. I'll let you clean me up, but I'm not playing sleepover. You can't make me."

"Mmhm." Oh man, I want to press my head on yours. He really wants to, noses brushing, hair tufts scraping, but he refrains, you know. He's kneeling, balanced on his heels, and Sniff's saying 'Yes' to the hand but looking unsure. So he won't. "Stay as long as you want to. Just let me clean your code and then you can leave. I promise I won't be mad."

"You smell like bread dough…"

"Yeah? My code wouldn't taste too good right now. Squeaky clean."

"Oh, that's too bad." Absentminded. Distracted. Etho eases back his fingers.

"Are you okay?"

Sniff clicks into focus again and then swishes up, sitting on the bed instead of lying down. "Yeah, thanks. I'm good, actually. The water helped."

"All right. I'll be right back with the cleaning stuff." He leaves without another touch, pausing only to switch off the portal still glowing in the corner. He leaves the desk lantern glowing like it is. It's fun, in the dark. The light's so low, it's like a fox's den in here.

The nice thing about being a programmer? He has no end of scrapers and combs to choose from. He pays the living room a visit to get the tray from the coding desk's drawer and some rolled-up pieces of carpet (ignoring the less than subtle smirks Beef and Pause give him as he strolls by). Etho brings the whole tray to his room and sits on the bed with Sniff, just talking to him and explaining how effective these tools are for different things. Sniff seems to recognize a lot of them, which is no surprise, honestly. Since Joel doesn't do logouts, he has a whole cleaning routine. It takes him forever.

"You know," Sniff says, digging through the tray, "using combs is cheating, actually. I can do the cleaning with my teeth still attached. I bet foxes can too. I mean, it's code work; all the code-eating species can do it." He flicks his gaze to Etho, who kneels across from him, tail waving in the air. Etho doesn't answer, so Sniff goes on. "You know what's fun? 'mite bundles."

"'mite bundles,'" Etho repeats. "Like… Endermites inside a bundle? Is that fun? That's a new one to me." Where is he going with this?

"Yeah, it's when you put endermites in with some of your supplies and go out on adventures. When you want your supplies, you have to dump everything on the ground and try to use your stuff without getting bit. If you get bit, you have to send your coords to server chat. Easy way to get killed, so you'd better not. You can play it in Between, too. Pig has an endermite living in his studio. For every time it bites him, he has to keep his weapons in a chest for an hour when he gets home. It means I can do whatever I want to him, really. Usually he just runs. Sometimes we duke it out bare-fisted. Have you ever seen him with a black eye and a tooth knocked out? Just me, I guess- It probably doesn't carry when he leaves the server. He looks so goofy when he smiles; I'm chuffed to bits with that. Gods, you wouldn't believe the bruise he left on me this one time he pushed me off an end ship. He smirked about it for days, no joke. No, actually. Can't believe his head even fit outside the server."

Etho smirks back, hidden in the mask and hidden by his fingertips. His chin rests against his hand. "What'd you do to him? You didn't let him get away with that, did you?"

"Hell no! I picked up a shulker and I slammed him on the head with it. I bet you didn't even know you can peel 'em off the wall- they're so clingy. What'd he do then? I think he put down a bed and blew himself up trying to get me with it. Oh, he's so lame. I like him so much."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#smalletho #trafficfic #traffic soulmates #... It's complicated #If you're here for smalletho and slammed into my ''Would you still love me if I was SnifferMyFeet?'' drama. lmao sorry #For better or worse this is what I bring to the fandom table #Recap: Sniff has all Joel's memories (maybe) but wobbly self-restraint and it is weird for both of them so. let's get weird #I cannot emphasize enough how Peculiar this is if you are entering without context so good luck- lmk how it goes :) #It's about Miscommunication (TM). I'm tagging stuff so people can filter out but just to be clear this is Oh No with fluff sprinkles #Y'know. When all else fails and I've listened to many songs and did not find the right one... I know Taylor Swift has got me #This chapter brought to you by whomever gave Etho several dozen combs made of people's teeth (It was Lizzie) #Also the intimacy of bonking foreheads #Dog's Life #Dog's Life art #ridwriting #fic announcement #apparently art #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #Sniff and Pig #mcyt #Pixels Imperfect #ridspoilers #Dog's Life spoilers

[ttrwritesshit]

A Very very belated secret Santa gift for @flori-doodles that's been sitting in my notes app for far to long. This secret Santa is (was??) brought to you by @song-tam 👏

Merry halfway through February!

Anyways, Keefe and Fitz smool story under the cut.

The're dating. It's a bit gay. Idk what else to tell y'all

(Idk how to label stories and stuff, so nothing more here)

And sorry about the the hearts, they keep moving and changing size and idk. I can't bear the thought of getting rid of them tho.

Keefe and Fitz were close friends, VERY close friends. That was all. There was no other attraction between the two. At least that's what everyone else thought. 

Because what would people say, if they were more? The elven world was outraged by people with twins or triplets, what would they say about two boys dating? 

So, it stayed a secret.

♡♡♡♡

"Will you be coming over after school today?" Asked Fitz, his brown hair and abnormal teal eyes sparkling in the light glinting off the glass side of the level three wing. 

The two sit in an empty corridor, enjoying the little time they have alone together. 

Keefe, squashed up next to Fitz, leans over until his head is touching the others shoulder. Sighing softly, he closes his eyes "I wish I could, but father has some important dinner and I have to be there apparently."

"I'm sure we can come up with something. My dad could ask him if you could stay, maybe even for a sleepover" he says, a glint of determination in his eyes. 

"Fitz, it's alright. I can deal with one evening of stuffy nobles" Keefe replies warily, glancing up at the boy above him. 

"Well, I'm not letting you spend more time in that house than is strictly necessary. I'm gonna ask my dad to ask yours about a sleepover" determination growing, he grabs his imparter from his bag, but is stopped by Keefe’s hand. 

"I don't need you to save me from everything, Fitz " Keefe mumbles. 

Both of them fall silent. 

♡♡♡♡

Keefe and Fitz knew each other well, and they were always said to be 'like brothers'. Which is a lovely compliment, yet they still cringed at the word 'Brothers'. Because no one could know they were more. 

If they could tell the world, they would. But the elven world is disgusted by bad matches, what would it say about two boys dating? 

so, it stayed a secret. 

♡♡♡♡

Before heading home, Fitz approaches Keefe, with the same offer as before. 

"Are you sure you don't want to come over? I'm sure my parents would be fine with it" he asks, growing slightly desperate. 

"Fitz" Keefe says, gently grabbing Fitz’s hand "I would love to, you know that. But I can't. Not tonight" 

"But-" Fitz is cut short by a single finger on his lips, making the 'shhh' sign on his mouth. 

"Not today, okay?" Keefe says, with a slight grin, as Fitz's eyes develop a haze of confusion. 

"What's this meeting about anyways?" Fitz says, once Keefe finally removes his finger. 

"I'm not really sure.” Keefe admits “It's probably just some semi-legal paperwork my dad's doing again," he says, his voice slightly softening.

Fitz fell quite again. 

And he stayed quiet on the walk back. 

♡♡♡♡

Keefe and Fitz were so close. In fact, the Vackers might even consider Keefe their son. But never for the reason the boys wished. 

Maybe they wished it could be 'son in law' instead one day. 

And maybe one day it would be, but the elven world was uncomfortable around the talentless, what would they say about two boys dating? 

so, it stayed a secret. 

♡♡♡♡

That afternoon, over Pathfinder Fitz had finally convinced Keefe. 

"I don't wanna be caught up in anything too illegal, you know?" Keefe joked, but it was all to real of a possibility to be funny. 

♡♡♡♡

Keefe and Fitz were close, never one without the other. They just balanced each other out so perfectly. 

It's funny no one suspected anything, but who would've thought two boys could be more than friends. Because the elven world was distraught around the very thought of humans what would they say about two boys dating? 

So, it stayed a secret

♡♡♡♡

Fitz rushes up the Stairs at a Superhuman. speed, almost running smack bang into a slightly visible Della. 

'Sorry!" he across yells, still sprinting across the house.

A few minutes later, he reaches his destination, out of breath. Still panting, he enters his bedroom, levitating things out of his way as he goes. 

His room was a mess, and that needed to be changed right away.

Because Keefe was coming over.

It wasn't like he hadn't been over before, there'd been endless days of base quest and mallowmelt.  But this time things were different. Because Keefe was staying the night.

The very thought of sleepover with him made Fitz heart do silly little flips. 

He didn't have time to think about that, when there were only 2 hours until Keefe arrived, and his room looked like it'd been hit with bomb. (As his mum would say) 

♡♡♡♡

Keefe’s heart seemed to be attempting to gymnastics as he tried to keep his blushing under control.

clothes and a random assortment of items are spread across his room as he attempts to pack a bag. 

the thing is, he'd never been to a sleepover, especially not with someone so- perfect.

He’s so under prepared. 

He looks at the clock hanging over his bed.

Frick

He only had an hour left to turn to the explosion in his room into a a neatly packed bag AND find something to wear. 

And on top of all that, he needed to do his hair.

♡♡♡♡

Keefe and Fitz were close, to close to be just friends. Whispers of them being something else flitted through foxfire, and it wasn't met with outrage or disgust or discomfort. 

It was met with hope.

The elven world was disapproving of anything less than perfect, but what was imperfect about love? 

#ttr writes #Fitz #Keefe #fitz vacker #keefe sencen #Kotlc #Kotlc Keefe #Kotlc Fitz #keefitz

[justyouraverageficwriter]

Orange ~

Sana X M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

WC: 4,306

Chapter 7: How Much is Too Much?

A/N: This chapter took way too long to make. Pure story so if you're here for the smuts, this is not for you. Anyways, hope it's worth the wait.

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Sana just stood there, bare naked. The strands of her orange hair fall perfectly. It should have been a sight to behold, except you knew right away something was not right. Her face gave it all away. Hiding her fear was just not her strong suit. It was full of worries, of woes and misgivings. You know her well enough. She didn't even said a word the entire call, as if the words from the other end of the line tied her tongue. Her eyes found yours as the call ended, desperately looking for comfort. You hoped and prayed she'll find it in you.

"What's wrong baby?" You watched your tone to sound reassuring, not wanting to add to her worries.

You immediately fetched the nearest shirt and helped her wear the article of clothing. Sana was a mess but nothing could ever lessen her beauty no matter what state she's in. However, it was not the time for that. She needs you and you wrapped your arms around her after you found something to dress yourself. Then you waited for her to gather her thoughts, waited for her to answer your question.

"I'm scared (YN)!"

"Is your father coming here?"

"How did you know?" Her eyes reflected her shock at the knowledge you had.

"I immediately suspected right after I heard the news of your family's hospital making connections to the SNUH. The timing was just impeccable. I had the chance to look at some paperwork and I knew that the whole making connection thing was mostly your father's idea. Right then, I could not disregard the fact that there's an ulterior motive at play. I guess I was not mistaken."

You picked up the habit of fixing up strands of her hair and tucked them behind her ears. You tried to mask your emotions by keeping calm and collected, deep inside you're afraid as well. The last thing you want to happen is being forcefully separated from each other. It was an idea you don't even dare think about.

"It's not even a month yet since we got together and this is already happening." It was clear that she was really concerned about the whole thing.

"Nothing has happened yet. There's no need to worry." You kissed her forehead hoping it will help her somehow.

"You don't know my father, he'll do everything he can to get what he wants." Her hug became tighter and you let her. It's obvious she was looking for more comfort, and you know to yourself you'll not make it through the conversation without it. You too badly need it

"So am I."

You somehow took pride in your witty response, wishing she would get the sense of it and offer her a bit of amusement. However, a long pause followed. For a couple of minutes you both stood there wrapped around each other. Your attempts to make her rest easy have been proven futile thus far. It seems she really feared her father causing all the trepidation that gripped her. Once again, you're reminded how much this orange haired woman in your embrace affects your feelings. You just could not stand to see her lose her smile and playfulness.

"I know I'll have a chance to talk to your father once he visits the hospital. I'll try to make him understand. Please stop worrying. I don't like to see you like this."

"I highly doubt he'll see some sense out of it. I- I just don't want to be away from you." Tears were now falling from her beautiful eyes. Each drop took a bit of life from you, like the air was slowly sucked out of your lungs.

It was the first time you've seen her cry. Ever since you've met Sana, she is this resilient smiling lady. Klutzy and slow at times but cheerful, beautiful and strong at her best. You are completely caught off guard with the whole situation. It's one thing to console and be strong with your sister but it was a completely different circumstance with your girlfriend. It's new to you, the feeling of being clueless. You've always exuded confidence in all that you do, you always know what to do. Right now unfortunately, you're just out of ideas.

Settling to the best thing you can ever think of, you put your face close to hers. Foreheads and noses gently against each other. You decided to be truthful.

"To be honest, this may be the first time I have no idea what to do to put a smile back on your lips."

In a twist of fate, you hear her chuckle. It may be subtle but it was clear, and your heart breathed. Maybe the lesson there was just to be honest and good things happen.

"I guess there's also a limit on that brain of yours." She said it in a teasing manner. At the very least she's trying to be cheerful, of which you found console and relief.

"I realize now that there is."

"Promise me, we will face all challenges together. Can you promise that?" Sana's eyes are full of emotions, her trying to be strong despite the obvious vulnerability. You admire her more, you love her more because of it.

"Together baby."

And you sealed it off with a kiss with hopes in your hearts that everything will be fine.

--

It was yet another busy day at the hospital, you have just successfully completed a very early operation and were preparing for another, your girlfriend was also busy with all the paperwork that came with it. But you two are not complaining, the work was taking your heads off your worries of the looming things on the horizon. Neither of you brought it up again, you've decided to face all that when it happens.

You reached out for your phone as it rang for a call, you could not help but smile at the sight of the caller ID. 

"Oppa! Do you have time tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? I could make time for you. What's up?"

You saw your girlfriend look at you with her inquisitive face. Her eyebrows raised, jealous perhaps. The caller let you know her plan, filled you in with the details.

"I'm not really sure about all this but yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

You hung up and fixed your things to head out to the next operation in your schedule, purposely ignoring the looks Sana was giving you. You had quite the appetite of teasing your girlfriend. It is childish true, but seeing Sana acting all pouty and jealous was too cute of a scene to not indulge yourself in from time to time. Nevertheless, you always know your limits. You stopped at the front of her desk, she was equally ignoring you now. Sana always knew that you could not stand it for long, that she would eventually win in the end. And you think that was one of the things that works with the two of you, she never holds back to let you know how she feels. Needless to say, you are head over heels for her.

“We’re going to an amusement park tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I thought you already had plans.” She answered while keeping her eyes on her computer screen, looking all grumpy.

“Tzuyu wants me to accompany her tomorrow. For some reason she wants to meet her father in an amusement park.”

Sana finally looked up at you wearing her signature straight lip pout and pronounced cheeks. It could be relief for being jealous over nothing, or it could be disappointment for exactly the same reason. You could not discern which one it was.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that it is supposed to be a family thing? If I am not mistaken it will be the first time Tzuyu will meet your father. And yes (YN), your father. You talk about him like he is not.” She crossed her arms while giving you a quick scolding. She has a point though. “I don’t want to be a hindrance of some sort to your family reunion. That’s just what I’m trying to say.”

“I’m thinking that I’ll only be a third wheel tomorrow, a chaperone to best describe it. I could for sure use some company.” It was your turn to act all endearing, only Sana would know if you’re doing a convincing job. A couple of months back, you would scoff at the very idea. However, love can make you do all sorts of things you don’t normally do.

“I have work tomorrow Doc.” She shrugged off your invitation.

“You’re working for me and I’m telling you to come. You're making it look like you don’t want to be with me. So if you can’t go as my girlfriend, go as my secretary.” You used the boss card on her.

She was laughing at your sudden outburst. You could not describe what you felt at that very moment. Is your ego hurt for being laughed at? Or does your heart ache for the rejection you coldly received?

“I’ll be heading out, the operation will not start without me.”

Out of the blue, she hugged you from the back.

“Ya-, of course I would like to be with you. I’m sorry. I pushed too far, haven’t I?”

“Maybe.” You paused for a bit. “Or maybe I just overreacted.” You turned around to face her. You realized there was legit concern drawn on her face, your heart melted right away. Unknowing to you, your lips formed a smile. Sana immediately returns a smile of her own.

“Now I grasped the idea of what it feels to be teased. I’m sorry baby!”

“It’s a boring relationship without a little of that, you know. Now go, you're late already. Dahyun and Jihyo will think I’m a bad influence on you.”

“I’m not operating, I’m not sure if you remember. I’m just going to oversee the whole thing so they won’t be there. Except for Doctor Park.” 

“Oh yeah I forgot about that, but all the more that you should not be late. Shoo!” Sana kissed you on the cheek.

“You don't need to worry about that. But yes, I should go.” You left a quick kiss on her lips and told her you love her, finally leaving for the operating room.

Sana –

"Sang Hun-ah, will Nayeon visit you again here? I would like my album to be signed." Dahyun was holding the album that is titled Im Nayeon.

"I don't know. That woman is busy. We rarely see each other ever since her career took off." Im Sang  Hun replied. "I'll take your album if you want, have it signed when she visits the house."

It was clear to Sana that the resident doctor is crushing hard on Dahyun.

"The last time she's here was the same day Doc (YN) started working. Your sister was obviously attracted to him when she saw him." Jihyo interjected during the conversation.

"Yeah, I was the one who got embarrassed by how flirty she was to Doc (YN)."

“I can’t blame her though.That’s a compliment Sana-unnie.” Dahyun immediately gave a huge smile to the Japanese. Sang Hun’s frown was noticeable.

Sana was intrigued. As it stands, she was in the hospital's cafeteria with Jihyo, Dahyun and Sang Hun as they often do in their idle times. Office gossip was inevitable or maybe it was the reason to gather in the first place.

"Too bad though, our Japanese friend here took Doc (YN) for herself." Jihyo looked at Sana with teasing eyes. Your girlfriend stuck out her tongue as a response.

"Speaking of Japanese, do you have more news about them and what they are doing in the hospital Sana-unnie? I heard Doc (YN) was always invited to the meetings."

Sana froze upon hearing Dahyun's question. The details of the whole thing is not yet public knowledge around the hospital and she got information about it. So it was normal to ask her. However, as expected, it was not the reason why she was shocked. Unbeknownst to everyone in the group, it was her family’s hospital. What’s more, there is a very big chance she was the reason for all of it. All of them are now wearing puzzled expressions, each of them could not fathom anything wrong about the question.

“Are you okay Sana-ya?” It was Jihyo that broke the silence.

Jihyo’s voice was like cold water poured directly on her face. It was more than enough to snap her trance.

“I- uh, I have something to tell you guys, I want you to promise me that it will stay with us. Please.” Sana pleaded her heart out.

“Of course Unnie.”

“Well, the- I don’t know where to start, the Japanese people that came here are from our- ah! our family’s hospital.”

“Your what? Family hospital?” Jihyo could not control her voice and she was loud as she stood. Sang Hun promptly grabbed her wrist, tried to pull her to sit back down. Jihyo then realized what happened. “I’m sorry I got really shocked. Care to elaborate Sana?”

“I mean, my family is one of the owners of one of the hospitals in Japan, I am not sure if you’re familiar with it.” All was ears again to what Sana said.

“No way! Wow! I just realized it. You’re a Minatozaki.” Sang Hun’s mouth was still agape in shock or amazement. Both Jihyo and Dahyun have confused faces. "You two have no idea, don't you?"

"Spill it out, know-it-all." Park Jihyo has this imposing aura which Sana found really cool. She has this admiration for women that embodies authority.

"Well what I mean is that when she was introduced to us, I found her last name to be quite familiar but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. There are three families owning this very prestigious hospital, one of them is the Minatozakis. We're seeing one in the flesh right now." Im Sang Hun finished with pride in himself, knowing something the other two didn't.

"Then what are you doing here Unnie working as a secretary?" Dahyun's curiosity was at its maximum. Everyone's eyes are attentive towards Sana.

"Because I ran away from home." She looked away from everyone, Sana hoped no one noticed the pain in her eyes. The struggles she experienced ever since she fled, the tears, the blood, and the sweat all flashed in her mind. The reason why she left, her father, everything. Sana realized she hasn't come to terms with all of it. Of course it was impossible to hide away, everyone did notice.

"I don't want to press you with the reason why you left home, it will be too much to ask. But I don't see why your hospital will go to great lengths just to try and get you back, they could have just settled it personally."

Sana could not find the words to answer Jihyo's question, if it was a question to begin with. Her mind in fact again was long gone from the conversation. The thoughts overwhelmed her, completely taking over.

“It’s because her father needs leverage. Let’s leave it at that.” It was you who replied, causing everyone except your girlfriend to stand up and bow to say hello. You took a seat next to the orange haired woman you love. Sana was relieved and at peace when she felt your warmth next to her, she quickly returned the smile you gave her. Dahyun's suppressed squeal can be heard as she slapped Sang Hun’s shoulders.

“Is the operation finished, Doc?”

“No, not yet but it’s going well. Your fiance got it all covered so I left.”

Jihyo smiled at your words, Sana was sure she was proud of her man. She then looked at you and somehow realized she got one for herself as well, smart and dependable. She admitted to herself that you’re too good looking to stare at to not want to give you a kiss. Sana looked away in shame but with a smile, it appears that no matter how chaotic her world became, there’s you to hold and keep her sane.

“I interrupted a serious conversation, didn’t I? I assume my girlfriend here filled you in with the details.”

“Enough to get a grasp of the situation Doc, we don’t want to pry Sana-unnie with all the finer things that are unnecessary.”

“Thanks Dahyun-ah. I appreciate that.”

“Do you still have stuff to do? I want to get out of the hospital. Let’s eat something good, on me.” There was a celebratory noise from everyone except Sana.

“I need to be home by 7 o’clock. My father wants to talk to me.” Sana was afraid and there was no hiding it. “But please carry on without me, all of your faces light up when you hear Doc’s sentence. Please don’t let me be a reason to not push through.”

“Do you want me to accompany you while you talk to him?” You asked her and Sana shook her head.

“Can you drive me home though? I need all the courage I can get on the way.” She reached out to hold your hand.

“Well, I have to take her home first. Then we’ll eat when I get back. Sounds good?” Everyone nodded in response.

“All will be well, Sana-unnie.” Dahyun rushed to hug Sana. Sana looked around to see the reassuring smiles the others gave. All will be well, she reiterated in her mind.

--

Sana pulled her coat tighter as the cold evening breeze blew. She was waiting for her father outside in a mix of both nerves and anticipation. She could not deny that she wants to see him, he’s her father after all. On the other hand she was nervous, fearful even of what her father might do. Sana didn’t have to wait long, a car appeared in sight and pulled over right in front of her. She took a huge gulp, it was much more unnerving than she imagined. Next thing she knew, a very familiar man stepped outside the car.

“Come on, give your father a hug.” Mr. Minatozaki spread his arms, inviting Sana to an embrace.

She hesitated for a bit but ultimately could not resist, she ran towards her father's arms and wrapped herself within.

"It must have been a hard time for you, but I'm glad to finally see you again. Let's go home, shall we?" Her father gently strokes her orange hair. "Your mother is waiting for you too."

“I like it here Dad. It finally feels like I can stand up on my own.”

“I don’t doubt that you can manage on your own, you’re my daughter. However no one asked you to go through all of this. I want you back in Japan to live the luxury of life, to complete your medical education. Be a doctor yourself,  not just some secretary.”

Sana dislodged herself from her father’s arms. She did not like the tone of his last sentence. “I may only be a secretary but I enjoy my work more than I thought I would. Dad again I like it here, I’ll go back to Japan and visit I promise but please don’t force me to go.”

“You only want to stay here because of that doctor.” Mr. Minatozaki raised his voice.

At that moment, Sana realized her father did not come to see her to talk things out. It was again to implement what he wanted to happen, just like he always does. It may be just the love of a father, the instinct to protect but to Sana it was too much. That was the very reason why she left, why she chose to take absolute control of her life. She loved her parents but forcing her to marry someone she did not even like was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now, she was being told again to do a thing that she did not want without consideration of her and her feelings.

“This is the exact reason why I left, what I want doesn’t matter to you. It’s all about what you want.” Maybe it was the taste of freedom that gave her the courage. It was the first time that she raised her voice back to her father. Even when she left for Korea, she did it quietly. It felt gratifying to Sana, she wondered where she got the courage.

“All I want is for your own good, you’re my only child so I want the best for you and you dare raise your voice?” Her father was now furious, temper way beyond the limits; voice louder than earlier.

“For me? Its -” Sana’s sentence was interrupted by a hand around her waist. It has a very secure feel to it, the  familiar and caring kind. She was surprised at who she saw when turned her head, a frail looking woman holding her gently but enough to restrain her from her outburst.

“Let’s go inside, child. It’s getting really cold.” It was Sana’s landlady.

“Who are you to intervene in a family matter? This girl is my daughter.”

“That doesn’t give you the authority to disturb this peaceful neighborhood. Looking at the situation, this is not the best time to continue your conversation. Come back tomorrow when emotions are not running high, you’re a father and you should know that.” 

Sana was amazed at how cool her landlady sounded. Although she already knew how strong the lady is given her years of living alone. Sana bowed slightly towards her father who was left speechless, she took the opportunity to get out of the situation. When she held her landlady’s hand to guide her towards her house, she noticed that it was not the same as before. The lady looked more frail than ever, like her age finally caught up to her.

“Eomeoni, are you okay?” She realized she was not able to visit her landlady these days. There is guilt in Sana’s eyes.

“I’m fine, child. Was that really your father?”

Sana nodded in confirmation. Her landlady offered her words of wisdom as she always has when she thought Sana needed it. Those words really resonated with Sana and those helped her in hard times.After successfully escorting the old woman inside, she bid her leave with a promise of visiting more often. Sana took a quick glance outside and was relieved to see her father was not there anymore.

In her bed, she put phone on the loudspeaker.

“I was waiting for your call, how are you?”

“I miss you babe!” Sana completely disregards your question.

“Do you want me to pick you up so you can spend the night with me?”

“Nope! I’m going to sleep now. I just want to hear your voice.”

“Then I won’t be holding you much longer, we’ll talk tomorrow okay?”

“Let me know if you’re home. You know that I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Reader --

You clocked in a bit late for work since your girlfriend let you know she couldn’t make it to work in the morning to take care of her landlady who was having a fever. It was safe to say you're not that motivated. When you stepped inside your office, you noticed two people already waiting for you. One was the hospital director, the other was none other than Sana’s father. You could not be mistaken since you know what he looks like based on the photos your girlfriend showed you.

“Hello good morning Doctor (LN), apologies for waiting inside your office. This gentleman here is Mr. Minatozaki, owner-”

“There is no need for titles Mr. Cho, my name would suffice.” Mr. Minatozaki cut off the hospital director mid sentence. He reached out his hand and you obligatorily shook it.

“You are most humble Mr. Minatozaki.” The director replied. “I’ll leave you two then. Mr. Minatozaki here requested if he can talk with you alone.”

The director tapped you on the shoulders and made his way out. You gestured your hand to the couch for Mr. Minatozaki to take his seat, which he obliged.

“I assume you know who I am.”

“You’re Sana’s father.” You’re good at keeping your tone business-like, cool and confident.

“Indeed I am, and do you know why she left Japan?”

“Yes I am aware of the reason. Your daughter told me.”

“It was supposed to secure her future and the future of the hospital. But she is so stubborn.”

“You can’t just force someone to marry if he or she doesn’t want to.”

“And who do you think she wants to marry, you?” It was now clear that there was no love between the two of you. You respected him though because he is your girlfriend’s father.

“I love your daughter.”

Her father mocked your response. It was obvious that he was not having anything you said.

“You know, I did expect my daughter to last this long here in Korea. I thought she’ll crawl back to Japan at the first taste of discomfort. But she eventually found a job and a boyfriend.” He spoke the words with spite.

“Then you don’t know your daughter well enough, good sir; she’s one of the strongest women I know.”

“Enough, let’s not do this the hard way Doctor (YN). You’ll help me take my daughter back to Japan or this whole deal between the hospitals will not push through, and I’ll make sure that it will be because of you.” He sounded pretty confident, like he held all the cards. And maybe he does.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Minatozaki?”

“Maybe it is, what are going to do about it?” He too tapped your shoulders on his way out of your office.

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#twice #fanfic #fanfiction #twice sana #minatozaki sana #sana fluff #sana angst #orange

[yellowgreendinno]

What kind of requests are open for you? Can I request something fluffy about siblinghood between Nozel and Noelle if you don't mind (we need more of that), please? Be it a fic or an incorrect quote, I leave it to you, if it's okay 💙

Hi anon!! Sorry I made you wait! Love and sparkles ✨💗

Noelle paced outside her eldest brother's office, debating wether she should knock or leave. It has been a while since she had admitted her feelings for Asta to herself, but she had yet to confess it to someone else.

And she had found the right person to do so.

She made up her mind, and knocked twice on the wooden door.

"Come in" It was faint, but enough for Noelle, as she peeked her head through the giant doors.

"Noelle" he was slightly startled to see her, but welcomed her anyways. "Please, take a seat if you wish" he said, still giving her the chance to back away if she wished. He hesitated for a moment. "Did you want to discuss something?"

"Actually, yes, brother" she said, taking a place on the chair Nozel had laid out for her.

"Well then, tell me what has been bothering you" he continues, leaving his paperwork and quill to the side to give Noelle his full attention. Her heart did a happy dance to that.

She took a deep breath.

"Nozel onii-sama, have you ever... Fallen in love before?" She asked in a small voice, the question startling Nozel.

Before he could answer, Noelle kept on talking, not realising her brother had stood up to get two cups of tea on a tray, and pouring mango tea on both. "Its just- I don't know what I feel. Well, I do, but... I just don't know what to do!"

Nozel stared at his sister while taking a sip of his tea.

"Maybe... You should confront Asta about this, sister, that is what I did to my partner, after all."

Noelle's smile returned, and, as she and Nozel clinged their china cups together, she asked:

"So, tell me more about this... Partner of yours"

"Gladly"

#black clover #nozel silva #noelle silva #request

[luidilovins]

I really would like financial assistance without having to pour out my heart and soul but I think in order to get the help that i need I'm going to have to do that. So let me share what my year has been like since I'm genuinely not open about it:

First of all my brother and I got an apartment together, we get along like peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream. We both suffer from an unexplained seizure disorder. I was lucky enough to have been battling with the doctors until i was put on antiseizure medications but my brother hasn't gotten that far yet he's still waiting out for nine months before seeing a neurologists because they Will Not medicate him otherwise. We got the apartment about an hour drive from where we both worked, i dropped my job and got hired at the same company as my brother so our commute would be the same.

My brother was sick as a dog, i understood. I'd been there barely a year before and i was unemployed for the most part of it as i fought doctors.

I just got out of a bad relationship and i had saved up three quarters of the downpayment and our landlord decided that we'd pay off the rest thru our rent. (Only after we moved out did we learn from our neighbors that we were also spending an extra 200 dollars a month more than everyone else in the complex because we were both openly queer). We were barely scraping by.

Then we tested positive for covid. Spent a week on our asses. And it got worse.

My brother had been taking my dad to court for sa. My father was being investigated under FEDERAL COURT for sa, acts domestic terrorism, and war crimes when he toured in Afghanistan. Instead of being detained, he went to a local gun shop with one bullet, asked to see a gun, loaded it and shot himself in the head in the shop.

My brother was battling him in court for about 6 months and the stress of the news along with planning the funeral, which I have no idea why my mother thought he should be responsible for it, anyways the stress was making his seizures worse and more frequent so we were out of luck for another week. Two weeks without a paycheck was all it took for us to get evicted from our apartment.

My mother took us in, and emotionally abused the both of us KNOWING THE WHOLE TIME about the sa and deciding to live with that man for 25 years and looked the other way. She threatend to call the cops on us and kicked us out of the house after being there for two months and we ended up having to place our belongings in a storage unit. Before that i haven't spoken to my mother in 5 years and i will never speak to her again.

Then my uncle on the other side of the country invited us to live under his roof, so he paid for us to come here. The idea was that he was going to support us until we could move out on our own. We gave up our jobs, our friends our medical appointments and therapists. Everything. To come live with our uncle and we asked him several times if he was SURE he could handle two autistic people with medical issues.

The other day his wife sat us down and said she was tired of taking care of us and she wants us out of her house in at least the next two weeks. My uncle backed her up but said nothing the whole time. This was AFTER she made us pull out credit cards that we didn't want because of debt. Literally since we've got here she's drilled us about "hitting the bricks" and "having a side hustle". She said that she didn't want to build any animosity towards us so its better if we don't live under her roof anymore. SINCE WE GOT HERE She gave us about a month to find a job and pay 300 for rent each (which we're living in her BASEMENT by the way) and we DID find a job in that time. We got hired and filled out the paperwork and they NEVER SCHEDULED US IN. We called and called and showed up at the doorstep several times and it just fell through so my brother got a SECOND JOB. I'm still looking for a second job he just got his first paycheck in.

So now we have less money than we did before the move we used all of it for the move. We have No money saved up for a downpayment even for subletting. We have credit card debt and we have nowhere to go. I have a cat that I'd rather D I E than part with and my brother and I can't be separated. We're both chronically ill, trans, have severe PTSD and need medications to mentally and physically perform. Every family memeber I've ever had has royally SCREWED ME.

I've been trying to get commissions in but right now i cannot fill in the gaps quick enough we're going to either need to find a shelter or live in our car WHICH ITS A 100 DEGREES OUT HERE ON THE EAST COAST.

Please I need help. I need to get back on my feet so I can start making income. I can't lose the only two things i have left in this world. I've never been so low in all my life and I've got nothing to show for.

Help line sources. Inner community stuff. Money. Signal boost. Literally anything.

I'll still do commissions but i need more support than that.

#im not tw this im sorry it needs to be seen #this is my blog #my post #luidilovins

[rozywithapen]

chuusano fic (glimpse) ˎˊ-

the sound of heels clicking was what caught chuuya's attention , successfully having it shift from the paperwork across his desk to the floor underneath.

designer , he guessed ... that was the quality of shoes anyone wore in such a building , anyway ; it was also the type he'd buy as gifts for his —

" mr. nakahara , your wife is here. "

... ah , yes. his wife.

such a lovely word , wasn't it ? to him , it meant so many things , and carried such significance. although , he wouldn't be using it for a long time after tonight.

" vivianne , i asked you to please stop calling her that. "

replying with the utmost respect , to which the young secretary only bowed her head in response and exited the room.

sigh ... it doesn't take long before the wife in question was in front of him , and chuuya noticed it was her own heels that had caught his attention earlier on.

that pair ... he had so many memories with that pair of heels .. memories that only he and the woman before him knew , not all of them being very innocent and holy.

but anyway ,

" executive nakahara , "

came her voice , soft as silk as per usual ; was she doing this on purpose ? did she wear that pair on purpose ?? she knows what it does to him .. so why ..

" yosano - sensei , please have a seat. "

he put a hand out to point to the chair across his desk , to which yosano rolled her eyes — clearly done with the small act already.

" oh cut the crap chuuya , you know what i'm here for. "

an sharp inhale ; he did , he really did. and just as the man had sat down , he got up almost immediately yet again .. a slow nod of his head as he did so,

" c'mon , follow me. "

and that , she did ; walking beside her former husband as he guided her to a more isolated section of the office , only to disappear behind a desk to fetch the papers she'd awaited to have in her hands for so long.

their divorce papers.

" you ... you uh , need to have 'em filled by tuesday tops , y'know. "

chuuya replied with hesitation , throwing them before her with somewhat trembling hands.

" i'm aware .. worry not , you'll have them way earlier than that. "

hell , if she could sign them right then and there , she would. if she could.

but why such impatience ? how ?? how could she be so sure and ready for them to end the years they'd been together , while he was even hesitating to give her the damn papers ??

it was no secret insecurities began racing through chuuya's mind , his overthinking getting the best of him ; did she never love him like he did ? was it all in his head ? did she ... fake it all to get under his skin and gain his trust only to manipulate him and possibly betray him to the agency ?

no , shut up. yosano isn't that type of person.

" can i ask you something ? " he said in a groggy tone , signaling he wasn't all that far from his breaking point.

yosano only hummed in reply , not quite looking up yet.

" do you think .. if things were different between us , we'd still be together ? "

" chuuya , don't — "

" answer me. "

there it was again ; another crack of his voice ,

" please. "

with a sigh , her gaze was averted from the papers , and to the man before her .. only to soften while noticing his expression , and reach a hand below her to stroke his jaw ... why was she stroking his jaw ? did she regret this ? was she about to say she'd come back to hi —

" i'm a doctor , not a fortune teller. but i can promise you , that what i felt for you was genuine. and more intense than what i've felt in years. " she exhaled while looking in his eyes , causing his heart to start beating faster against his chest. " and maybe , just maybe , we could've avoided this if things were different ... but right now ? it's inevitable. "

yosano inched even closer after that , and it wasn't long before she was connecting her lips with the man underneath her , almost as if to seal her words.

they might be getting divorced soon , but in that moment .. akiko was kissing chuuya , and chuuya was kissing akiko.

all his life , it'd been like this ; chuuya putting his trust in people , people betraying chuuya , chuuya loving with his whole heart , only to have it crashed within moments of time.

but somehow , it was different with her. he knew she didn't mean to hurt him in any way , and that this was for the sake of both of them.

chuuya was a man of logic , after all.

so why ... why give him hope ?? why did she kiss him in the office that day .. and why , why , why ..

" because what you and i have , is not quite over yet. "

the sound of the alarm is what abruptly awakens him this time , the sound of his hand slapping against it echoing through the room before flopping back onto the covers with a groan.

chuuya officially hates dreams , he thinks.

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other random sunfall shit that's either funny or important

Another cut because it's a little Long with all the stuff I threw into one mf Thing

Funny fun facts from the original dream:

In my dream this actually started out as Kai redoing Dreamswap, and then halfway through my brain was like 'actually this is Silver's AU' and completely forgot kai except for the art style for the mental image of everyone in the frozen living room. I forgot about the first half when I woke up tho 

Cross and Ink were dudes again even though they're girls To Me. Which is so funny 

dude the ice chairs were sick

The ice chairs melted when the new boyes also thawed out. very sad. The two Inks, single Finch, and single Cross were there and the chairs started melting first and they were all like "Cross what did you do" and Cross was so indignant. 

Dream II momentarily turned into Reverie/OG Dream when he was revived and tried to write 'hi Dream!!!' on Dream I's old notes. we had to tell him old Dream was gone. I think he got sad but around there is where I woke up

Dream II had my awful cursive handwriting for some reason FDFDSFSFDS

Finch was like....i don't know really prim and proper?? He was sitting like a princess in front of the fireplace for the crack photograph. I don't know what that was about but that's the main reason I think he was supposed to get a new version 

yeah the one Ink had all the vibes of OG, and the paint thing, just with DS's outfit. I don't know what the fuck that was about. It was so stupid (funny). Cross and the other Ink were much closer to the camera and Ink looked and acted more like DS, and Cross...tbh i don't remember. he seemed pretty normal. Maybe he wasn't though.

I never actually saw any of the castle except for that one room. it was just 'yeah they're in an ice castle. and frozen

Other stuff:

It was going to be cryosleep and not petrification, bc that’s what it was in the dream, but there is literally no reason to do that to them. Freezing Orion and Corvus isn’t going to made them stronger it’s just going to make them sopping wet and really dumb for the first hour after they thaw out

Corvus looks terrified as a statue :))

Glaze doesn’t respond to her name in donut shops because she just automatically assumes it’s someone ordering a glazed donut instead of someone calling her name.

Do you know how long it took me to push Corvus and Glaze together. Anyways Corv’s pet name for Glaze is Donut and Corv is the the reason Glaze is now actually putting effort into deal with The Maelstrom. 

There were actually quite a few survivors from JR. There was even enough to keep it going (even if just to say we survived. There’s not many of us but we’re still here and by god we’re doing our best), but they were scattered and the few others Ink and Finch found had already resigned themselves to trying to make a new life for themselves in this apocalyptic hellscape that the MV has become. 

“Alright you little shits it’s scavenger hunt time. Whoever finds the most stuff on the list gets a candy bar” - exhausted Ink at 11pm having to go on an emergency grocery run because 4-year-old Temp and Glaze eat way more than she thought they would and she is still trying to figure out how much food she needs for the three of them. No, they can’t read yet; their lists are in pictographs. Reason #99 why she should not be responsible for kids. She really needs another adult. 

Ink almost didn’t bother enrolling Temp and Glaze in a school bc it seemed like a lot of headache-inducing paperwork, but the lure of ‘time to herself without two hyperactive children’ was too strong. 

Xena and Java didn’t go to a proper school like the other clones, tho. Cross and Error just weren’t sure they could get Xena and Java to school. They did their best to homeschool them instead. Finch and Hacker gave them some basic shit to teach the kids too, because Finch was pretty sure they’d forget some actually important stuff. He was right btw. Xena and Java are lucky they know as much math as they do. They’re also lucky Cross and Error were willing to ask for help teaching them how to read and stuff because dear god

Cross really can’t blame Xena for not wanting to do this, but Xena hasn’t turned in her resignation form yet, which is the only reason Cross is pushing her to work on her shit. Xena does not realize this yet. Glaze is also seeing this and is very sure the older ones are forcing them to do this, which is why she hasn’t said anything. 

All the older ones kinda decide to start training the kids to fight at different points. Finch and Hacker took the longest to. As much as Finch wants Wren to be able to at least defend themself, he really doesn’t think young kids need to learn to fight. 

Oddly enough Ink took the second longest. She wasn’t too worried about it being appropriate or whatever to teach kids of a certain age to fight, her logic was just “I have very little patience. Kids test my patience more than most things. Kids are also very stupid. I should wait until they’re less likely to get themselves killed trying to learn how to hold a stick with a sharp pointy end.” She did teach them how to use their other magic, though. 

Cross and Error started teaching Xena and Java about their magic pretty early on. Their logic was ‘if they know how to control it young, there won’t be problems with runaway magic. Just problems figuring out where the cookie jar went and catching kids swinging from the ceiling’. They still wait for them to be at least double digits old before starting combat training. And they didn’t use real weapons.

All of the clones have the same birthday. 

Oddly enough, Aster actually wanting to help encouraged the others a lot. ‘You mean you WANT to be involved in this thing we don’t feel we have a choice in??? …maybe it won’t be that bad.’

None of the clones realized Corvus and Orion were going to wake up in their lifetimes. Especially not this soon holy shit. 

Had Corvus and Orion been more prepared, that one fight may not have gone as badly as it did. As it was they were young and inexperienced and had even less idea what they were doing than the others. They’re lucky they didn’t die. Hell they’re lucky it was only about 20 years and not 100. Or 500. 

Corvus and Orion do have a destiny bond. Had being turned to stone killed Orion, Corvus would not have lasted even a second longer in that first big fight with the Maelstrom. 

Also Corvus and Orion are both right about becoming radiants/corrupts. It would make it much easier for them to deal with the Maelstrom, but it would also make them much more vulnerable. 

Worst Ending Corvus & Orion: 

Corvus’ body is now made entirely of corruption and she can turn into a ✨goo puddle✨like OG Nightmare. Her body is very, very endothermic. Worst ice hands ever

Orion on the other hand is very EXOthermic and very very hot so like. Be careful

Orion is an unfortunate combination of Dream’s holier-than-thou-ness and some pretty awful manipulative tendencies. Obviously she is in the right, smh. But if she needs to do a little persuading, she’s not above using tricks and lies. She fights dirty, don’t let her talk of honor and righteousness fool you

Corvus is, surprisingly, rather honest most of the time, which doesn’t help Glaze when Corv offers to let her join her. Still, the corruption in her wants only one thing, and she will stoop as low as she needs to achieve it. 

Poor, poor Glaze. She promised herself she’d protect Corvus, and now she has to help kill her.

The pair of them are mere shadows of their former selves.

ALSO hey here's a bonus Xena that no one asked for (even though i said someone oughta smh)

#Sunfall DS #Sunfall Xena #Sunfall Java #Sunfall Corvus #Sunfall Orion #Sunfall Aster #Sunfall Tempera #Sunfall Glaze #Sunfall Wren #Glaze + Corvus my beloveds #they're so gay #also XENA is SO #Yells #god #no one asks about the extra Xena :(( #wheeze is the only one who saw and only bc i sent it to them unpromted #i forgor to post this i had 500000 things going on augh