#anyways. i hope you all have a nice night. i'll try & get some good sleep. hope tomorrow's different. cuz all the days seem the same to me

[shoyoist]

.˚⊹ ꔫ — 𝐓𝐑. 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!

content: gn!reader. fluff. perhaps slightly suggestive. established relationship / implied marriage if you squint. characters are written as adults. hinted final timeline but not explicitly! ... note: so glad this one's done lmaoo i hope you like it! squeezed in all my faves hehehe<3

— ⊹˚. ♡ his voice always goes soft when he calls your name.

° 𐐒𐐚 . HANMA SHUJI. BAJI KEISUKE. SANO SHINICHIRO.

"babydoll," he hums, voice low and saccharine as he slides over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back to his chest. his voice is husky with sleep, hair messy and eyes lidded, as he hums a good mornin' into your ear and kisses the back of your neck.

you're in the cute little apron he'd got for you, fixing him a breakfast of waffles and coffee, currently in the middle of making the homemade jam you once came up with that he likes so much. "'s breakfast for me?" he asks, repeating the little petname, leaning down and pooling his weight onto your back as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck.

his shirtless chest is warm, and he smells good — sleepy, smoky and of fresh sheets because you'd both changed the bedsheets last night before tucking in. "it is for you, baby." you say, grinding berries into the little bowl you've got your hand around. "go brush your teeth and take a shower, m'kay? so you can have a nice morning meal before you leave for work."

"ain't it the weekend?" he sighs, not wanting to move off you. you're so soft, so sweet-smelling and so comforting to the touch. "fuck work. i'll stay home with you t'day."

"you can't, it's not the weekend. and it's not like you have weekends off anyway." you laugh, dropping the little glass pestle down and taking hold of his chin, tilting his face so you can kiss him on the cheek. "go on. and if you woke up earlier, you'd have more time to cuddle me before you leave."

he smiles at your little chide, and the lines of his cheek press into your lips. "what if we just cuddled now, hm?" his grip around your waist tightens. "right here, on the kitchen counter. prop you up like this, 'n kiss you here, there—"

he pushes the plates and bowls aside and lifts you up onto the counter easily, but just as he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss, there's a clink! and before either of you can react, the little bowl in which you'd been preparing his jam for him rolls off the counter and shatters onto the floor.

"fuck—" you exclaim, trying to jump down but he pushes you back and skirts some of the porcelain away with the bottom of his slipper, looking sheepishly down at the mess. "look what you did now!"

"uh," he runs a hand through his hair, stepping back and glancing at the broom before he looks back at you — teeth flashing as his lips pull into an apologetic grin. "sorry."

"no cuddles for you. and no nice morning meal of jammy waffles and hot coffee either, it seems." your own lips draw themselves into a tight line, unimpressed as he makes a big show of getting the broom and wet rag to clean up the berry goop and broken glass.

"aw, babydoll. don't be so fuckin' mean." he grumbles, jutting his bottom lip out in a fake pout. but as he finishes sweeping and clears the spill, his expression softens again — and he walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee as he leans in for a make-up kiss.

"g'nna get you a real grinder, a'right? one of the fancy fuckin' ones from the department store. 's what my babydoll deserves." he mumbles against your lips, and you can't help but relieve your frown and smile. "in my favourite colour?"

"mhm," his voice cracks just a little as he hums, smiling back into the kiss. "in your favourite colour."

° 𐐒𐐚 . KISAKI TETTA. KAKUCHO. HAITANI RAN.

"honey," he calls, shutting the door behind him and waiting for the beep of the automatic lock before he lets go of the knob and walks into the house. "i'm home."

for a moment, there's no answer and only a serene sort of quiet emanates from beyond the front hall — and he wonders if you aren't home. but then, he makes his way upstairs and hears the sound of your voice, muffled by a closed door that stands between him and you. you're in the bath, he realizes, a little wave of relief washing over him.

"honey," he knocks on the bathroom door before opening it a crack and peeking in. "i'm home."

"sweetheart!" you look up and see him at the door, and he has to pause and stare for a moment because you're so lovely, covered in soap suds and with your wet hair slicked back, the pretty silver lights he'd got for you hung up on the ceiling and bathing you in a dim, ethereal glow. "you're home!<3 come here, baby."

you pat the edge of the bath tub, and though he's in a suit because he'd had to attend an event (a tiring one) today, he takes his socks off and walks into the bathroom, sitting on the edge as you'd asked him to before leaning in and sliding a hand into your wet hair, pulling you in for a soft, lingering kiss. "missed you today."

"hmm," you muse, tilting your head to a side and reaching up to cup his cheek in a wet palm. "more than usual?"

"more than usual," he agrees, and you notice the wear in his eyes, in his expression. your thumb caresses the lift of his cheekbone for a moment, before your hand slides down to his shoulder and presses against his chest. "come join me in the bath, baby."

"hm?" he mutters, having nearly dozed off sitting in the bathroom, your hand gentle and comforting on his person and the warm air of the bathroom that was so unexpectedly nice after the heavily air conditioned meeting room he'd been sitting in for hours and hours on end. "what did you say, honey?"

"come join me in the bath." you say, reaching out with your other hand to hook a finger into the knot of his tie, loosening it and letting him breathe a little. he frowns a little, as if hesitant to agree, and you jump back in — "it'll be good for you to relax, baby. i'll wash your back 'n your hair. please?"

and it's not that he doesn't want to get in the bath with you, it's that the tub isn't really big enough for the two of you— but the pleading look you give him and the weariness in his body that lulls him downwards along with the insistent tug you give to his elbow, is all enough to convince him.

"alright," he sighs, standing back up and sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders with a shrug, slipping his arms out the sleeves and hanging it on the hook meant for his towel. you watch as he undresses, welcoming him into the tub with a kiss to his shoulder when he squeezes in.

you end up seated on the edge of the tub yourself, letting him relax in the soapy water as you use the showerhead to run water through his hair and over his back. he sighs, shutting his eyes and feeling so thankful as a wave of relaxation washes over him via your gentle hands and the warm, fragrant water.

“thank you, honey.” he mumbles, voice low with wear.

you give him a smile and kiss his wet hair. “it's no problem, baby. i love taking care of you.”

° 𐐒𐐚 . RYUGUJI KEN. HAITANI RINDOU. KUROKAWA IZANA.

“princess,” he waves to you from across the street, seated on his motorcycle and leaning on the handlebars. your friends start giggling as you jump and spin around to look for him, fighting your blush.

his eyes are droopy as he meets your eyes from the distance, and he'd look bored if you didn't know him better. but you know he's just taking his time checking you out. and he's looking so good but also being so embarrassing, calling you cutesy names like that in public.

you nod to your friends, cheeks hot because they're winking at you and swooning over how perfect of a boyfriend your man is, and with a quick good-bye you hurry to the other side of the street.

he leans in and waits expectantly, and you give him a kiss on the cheek before climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. he takes your helmet from where he'd slung it on one of the handlebars, and you stand beside him feeling all pampered while he fits it carefully over your head and fastens the strap under your chin for you.

“you're embarrassing, baby.” you chide, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder as he drives off.

“me? embarrassing?” he scoffs. “and how am i embarrassing? don't want me to come pick you up from work anymore?”

“no, it's not that!” you protest, and you see the grin that flits to his lips from the motorcycle mirror. rolling your eyes, you give him a pout that he won't see but knows is there on your pretty little mouth.

“then what is it, princess?” he chuckles fondly, and you twist your lips indignation before you continue.

“it just makes me shy when you call me that in public.” you confess, the heat returning to your cheeks again as you think about it. his voice just sounds so nice in your ear, and it reminds you of something else sometimes, when he calls you those names.

hearing it makes you feel hot in your cheeks and in your chest and in your stomach all in one go. “when i call you what in public, huh?” he asks, the smile on his face once more. you punch his shoulder gently, leaning back and shaking your head a little to free as much of your hair in the wind as you can with the helmet on. “that.”

“i don't know, princess, i'm not a mind reader.” he shrugs his shoulders, teasing, knowing exactly what you mean.

“you just said it again!” you cry out, as he starts to laugh. “when you call me princess! it makes me shy!”

he chuckles again, relaxing around your hold as you wrap your arms around him again, letting out a little hmph! that hits the back of his neck and sends a shiver down his spine.

“now princess,” he deadpans, slowing down and looking to the side as he makes a turn. “don't make a fuss.”

and ugh, it's just too easy for him to tease you. “baby!”

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[gegewrites]

Dr.house- a proper fuck(smut)

I apologize for how long it took me to write this. I hope you enjoy!

6-14-23

Words-3.1k

Kinda(?) edited?

Your pov-

It's been a month since Greg's been shot, he hasn't gone to work. I've taken over for him, but sometimes Cuddy or Wilson will use the team for extra help. Greg's new favorite thing since he realized he could run again...was running. I'm not arguing, he's got some nice legs. But, he like to go for runs at night. Just getting up, throwing on his running shorts and shoes, grabbing his iPod and earbuds and just leaving.

Like tonight, I was finishing up a patient report on the couch, resting against him as he watched Tv, his legs kicked up on the coffee table. Then all of a sudden, he pushed me off of him simultaneously kicking his legs off the table. I just watched him leave. I'm not gonna stop him from running. He's finally got free mobility, let him enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

"I'll be back." He pointed at me as he opened the door and quickly walked through it, closing it behind him. I rolled my eyes and laid down on the couch,the arm of it below my shoulder blades, I put my knees up resting the file against it as I continued writing.

He didn't get back till eleven thirty and He left at ten. He didn't come to the bedroom first, he went straight to the bathroom and showered, It's very appreciated.  I was laying in  bed, my knees up as my book was against the front of my thighs,  which was covered by the comforter.  I flipped the page of my book, the Tv was also on, anything to keep me awake at this point. If I fell asleep, I'd soon be woken up anyways to move my position because he demands to have a hot women laying against his chest at night. But I also demand to have an arm draped over my back and hand sat on my ribs to sleep anyways.

Two people desperate for human touch, it's kind of perfect. Though some interactions in the workplace can inappropriate, like a grab to my ass as he walks past me, even if I'm actively with a patient. He's the gropey one, I just like to be near him when I can.

I started reading the next page as the bedroom door pushed open, the only light being the lamp on my nightstand. His hair was damp and fluffy from being towel dried,said towel wrapped around his waist. Yum.

He walked past the bed to the dresser throwing me a glance, I was still trying to read this book.

"How was your run?" I asked as the top dresser drawer opened.

"It's was good." He looked back at me as he threw his boxers to the bed. Closing the drawer and going to his pants drawer,"where'd you get that book?"

"Cameron, she finished it. Gave her one of mine and she gave me one of hers." I explained , turning the page. He hummed, I was waiting for some snarky remark, but it didn't come. He just tossed the towel to end of the bed and  put his boxers and pants on. I didn't watch him, this part of the book was good. Pretty blasphemous, but who doesn't wanna get fucked by a hot priest?

He stepped out of the room to put the towel back in the bathroom, walking back in quickly after.

"What's it about?" He asked as he walked to his side of the bed. I slid the tip of my finger under the page as he pulled up the comforter snd sheets, proceeding to get under them.

"I don't think you wanna know." I glanced at him as he rested on his side,  his right forearm was sunken into his pillows. He leaned in as I looked back to the page and I saw his eyebrow raise from my peripheral view.

"By the words wet, priest, and cock...It's religious erotica." A light chuckle tinged the word erotica.  I shrugged before grabbing the bookmark from the night stand, my right leg straightening out. I slipped the decorated piece of paper  into the bind and closed it, placing it next to the lamp.

I looked back at him, his left hand now snaked under the cover, placed on my thigh.

"run didn't tire you out?" I asked, my left leg falling a bit more open subconsciously.

"Not even close." I leaned closer to him to catch his lips on mine and he sat up a bit taller. His left hand moving to my right hip pulling me closer to him. My left hand came to hold the back of his head as his lips moved heatedly with mine.

The smell of his body wash filled my senses. my finger carding smoothly through his dry,yet damp, hair. Moments like these remind me on how stupidly obsessed I can be about him.  My right leg straighten out as I pushed up closer to him, propping up on my left arm. My hips twisted, my right leg sweeping over his. I slowly started coming up to my knees, pushing him into the head board and his pillows. His hands sat on my hips, my hand was still on the back of his head, though my right was on his bare shoulder.

Now would be a good time to mention what I'm wearing. Dark red panties, bikini style. And his black Mötley Crüe T-shirt. A rather usual sleeping outfit of mine, his shirts were just comfier, plus I do the laundry.

He pushed my hips down to his thigh, I didn't realize I was hovering over it. Force of habit. I pulled away from him as he took hold of the bottom hem of the shirt. he sat up closer to me as he pulled it off and threw it to the left side of the room. Placing a kiss to my lips as a hand slid around to my lower back, pulling me closer as we kissed down my jaw.

"As much as I love the sweet shit," I started, he didn't look at me or stop, his beard tickled my skin, his lips nipping at my skin, taking his time to find that spot on my splenius," I'd prefer to just be fucked."

"Or you could just shut up?" He pulled away from my neck only to say that sentence before going back to my neck. His right hand sliding up my ribs to grab my breast in his hand, his finger tips pressing into it. I pushed further in his palm, Gaining a small hum from him. his tongue swiped over my skin before he placed an open mouth kiss to his favorite hickey area, his teeth soon joining in as he sucked on the skin.

I could feel myself getting wetter and in desperate need of more. if he wasn't wearing pants he'd probably feel how wet I'm growing against his thigh. He placed a kiss to the new hickey on my skin. his left thumb hooking in the band of my panties, his finger tips pressing onto the plush of my ass. Then his hands slid up to my waist.

"Get off." I lifted my right leg off and over him. I came to stand at the edge of the bed and he came up to standing as well. I slid my panties down my legs and kicked the away towards the wall. He was looking down at me, his right brow raised and then he glanced to the bed, then back to me. The right corner of his like curling up, getting that lusted gleam in his eye.

I got the hint, if he can run...he fuck me properly, especially with no pain. Don't get me wrong I love riding him, but now he's got the full control to fuck me how ever he wants.

I crawled onto the bed, resting down on my forearms, my chest sinking into the mattress as my ass stayed in the air. My legs spread apart perfectly for him.

"My god." His tone was almost star strucken. Which would make sense,in these few years he's never seen me like this. I've ridden him reverse and been bent over his desk, but it's not like this. My right cheek rested on the top of my palm as I looked back at him, his pants already off, his eyes stuck on my ass.

"Stop ogling and Fuck me already," I wiggled my ass a little to encourage him,"I'm tired."

"I can tell, you're getting bitchy." I rolled my eyes as He took hold of my hips, pulling me closer to him. He let his right hand slid down my ass and thigh before grabbing his cock. Stroking it a few time before letting his head slide through my folds, spreading my slick over my clit and lips. His left hand slid up and down my waist, as his head rubbed my clit. His tip finally sat at my core, no words have been exchanged. He being entranced in what he's about to do, and me excited for what's about to happen. If he's good with his mouth and his fingers, and his cock already makes me crumble...well then this must be the Fuckin golden goose.

This position was actually quite comfortable, pretty relaxing. I pushed back into him a bit, perfectly timing it when he pushed into me. Sliding way more then just the tip in, taking me by surprise.

"Oh-God!" I choked out, grabbing the  sheets in my hands, my forehead on the top of my left hand.

"Now that's good." He slid out, keeping his tip In and pushing in again, deeper this time. My walls clinging around him as he stretched me out. He didn't stop if give me time to settle, just kept sliding out and pushing back in, his tip never leaving though. My moans built up from simple breathy ones to elongated pleasure filled ones as his pace increased. Hit tip hitting that sweet spot deep inside me each time he bottoms out.

I could imagine what he looked like. Eyes closed, head back. His lips parted as groans left his mouth. He'd look down occasionally, Watching his cock thrust in and out of me, seeing how my cum soaked him. watching how creamy was pussy was getting because of him.

"This is why I like fucking you." He said, leaning down, rolling his hips into my ass as he placed an open mouth kiss to my shoulder. Goosebumps spreading down my right arm and side, his lips were down by ear,"pussys always so damn good."

My right arm straightened out as I grabbed the sheets in my fist, also giving myself some support. my body pushing and pulling on the bed, my backs arch deepening into the mattress.

"Fu-uck." I choked out, my brain completely focused on the way his hands gripped my hips, the way each time he cock slid back In, a tinge of electricity shot up my spine and to my brain, completely obsessed with how his cock felt inside of me in this position. It just felt better.

Groans left his throat more frequently as his speed increased, mine were near unstoppable. A lot of it was about how good it felt, how good it was. I could hear the bed frame starting to creak a bit, skin slapping together. His left hand slid down my side, running down my stomach, his middle  and ring finger coming in contact to my clit, wasting no time to rub it generously.

"Aah yes!" I pushed back into him more. The feeling his tip hitting and rubbing against my g-spot paired with the quick rubbing against my clit was perfect. I didn't have to work for this orgasm, it was just coming. My abdomen tightening, my walls fluttering around him, my thighs twitching from the constant attention against my clit.

A whine left my throat as my Forehead buried into the mattress, my left arm extending forward like my right. My hand clinging to the sheet. My head  dizzy with pleasure, the inside of my thighs getting wetter. I yanked my right arm towards me, gripping the sheet as a rip of electric shot my spine. A moan yanked out of me which I let out in the mattress, pushing my right arm into the mattress more. I used it to push myself up a bit.

"Greg I'm-"

"Fucking give it to me." His words elongated, tone dripping with ecstasy. if I didn't know better, I'd think he was stoned. But I did just that, I gave it to him. He didn't change his pace, his didn't change anything. His finger still rubbing quickly at my clit, his hips snapping into my ass as his tip pounded my g-spot. My eyes were clamped shut, my face shoved into the mattress. He let out a chuckled groan, and I felt his cock Twitching inside of me.

“Com-come on, come on please.” I lifted my head, catching my breath as I spoke. My hairline was damp, so was my spine. His fingers left my clit as he grabbed both my hips.

Instead of getting rougher or whatever, he slowed down to a stop. He Pulled out of me and using his left hand pushed me from my hands and knees to my back. I let out a little “oh” as he Grabbed my left thigh, hooking it over his right hip, standing in between my legs. His cock his his hand as he lined it back up to my core and pushed in again.

“So fucking good.” He held both my legs on his hips, I pulled him in closer, pressing my heels into his lower back. He came down on his left hand propped up on his arm , holding my left thigh still.

I reached to the back of his head and pulled him to me, pressing my lips to his as he rocked into me, starting to regain his original pace. My right hand reached under his arm, holding onto his back, my nails wasting no time to claw onto his skin. My finger held onto whatever hair I could grasp, heatedly and breathlessly making out with him. I arched up into him, feeling his cock Twitch again. My walls were tight around him, sucking him in, waiting to be filled up by him.

I felt his pace start to falter t and he pulled away from me, his fingers dug harder into my thighs. I still held him close to me, his face hovering over mine. Eyes closed, sucked into his pleasure, tranced in it really. He regained his pace, taking in a sharp and deep inhale from his nose, letting it out as a sighed groan, coming down to place a kiss to my forehead before standing back up to his original position, my hands fell away from him, grabbing at the sheets by the thighs. He put my right leg over his shoulder, keeping my left his hip, slowly leaning down to me.

“Flexible.” He noted, as his hand made contact to the sheet just above my head.

“Oh fuuck!” I whined out, god it felt fucking good. My eyes were clamped shut again, my teeth biting down at my bottom lip. Moans erupting from my throat, but not leaving my mouth. The only sounds that came out of my lips were gasps.

So Yeah, him being able to fuck properly is the golden goose. He’s holding himself back, it’s why he’s not talking. He wants me to cum again, with him. The sleep is gonna be good after this so it’s worth it.

I could already feel my next orgasm building up, that dizziness in my head coming back, my body temp rising, My abdomen muscles tightening, my right hand taking it placed on his back again, nails clawing at their original spot. If he’s leaving hickeys, I’m leaving scars.

“I’m gonna-“ apparently I can’t announce my orgasms tonight since he just cuts me off right away.

“For the love of god, please do.” Breathy and elongated, tinged with desperation and a bit of annoyance.

It didn’t take long before I was cumming on his cock again, my walls fluttering around his deprives cock immediately setting of his own orgasm. He didn’t stop pounding into me, his warm cum coating my walls, mixing in with my own juices. his grip on the front of my calf tight, his hand held a fist full of the sheet. My ears were focused on the sound of his groans, a muttered “That’s it, that’s fucking it”, trailed off his lips, the obscene wet sounds coming from where we were connected. I’ll change the sheets tomorrow morning.

He slowed down slowly, savoring those last moments and I wasn’t arguing. I was seeing stars behind my closed lids, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I caught my breath, my pulse pounding in my neck, hearing it in my head, but it wasn’t a headache. He guiding my leg off his shoulder, holding it to his hip as he slid out, letting them both fall down gently. He stepped out from i between my legs and fell down onto the mattress next to me on his back, also catching some much needed breath.

“Still got it.” He chuckled to himself and I giggled, letting my eyes opened, feeling the tiredness creeping into my body as my high wore off.

“That was good.” I smiled, it was the remaining bit of high, as I tilted my head to look at him, he was glancing down at me. He had one hand on his chest, his right arm laid on the mattress a few inches above my head.

“I’ve been informed quite a bit.” He marked and I scoffed, pulling myself up to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling how wet the inside do my thighs were, especially how wet the sheets were.

“Mm, come back.” I felt him grab my shoulder and pull me back down to the mattress and I let him, I turned on my side to rest into his arm and side, resting my hand on his chest and he placed his hand on mine. We stayed in silence for a bit, listening to each other breathing, my eyes fell closed but I opened them again, they fluttered a bit.

“So running and screwing, is that your plan?” I asked him, glancing up a bit to look at him better. He raised his brow, a slight frown on his face from thinking, still looking wth the ceiling and then sharply nodded, a smirk now replacing the frown.

“Definitely.”

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"Birthday days"

Summery: a short Beomgyu x reader fic in celebration of his birthday! you two start celebrating a day early and its adorable and heartwarming-- the love between you two really shows. The type of love you give each other— whole heartedly and true. The playfulness and newness you too still have… all these things are all that matters approx: fifteen minute read

warningz/ info: kissing, established relationship, some cursing here and there, talking of food. reader gives beomgyu a bit of tough love and he loves it. reader is gn! and they cuddle. think thats about it! lemme know if I missed anything as always!

A/n: ok I know (or at least I hope) that beomgyu doesn’t see this but happy birthday you talented-in-literally-everything man! i think this is my first birthday fic but ugh he deserves the title lmao because in the words of that one song from destiny's child: I WANNA CARE FOR UUUU MAKE YOU DINNER AND DESSERT PUT YOUR DEWRAG ONNNN

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You snort out a genuine laugh as he presses his nose into your neck. and he feels as if he was made to make you do so and to hear it. whatever you two were talking about before slips your mind as you ease into a comfortable silence with him. as talkative as the man currently breathing onto your neck is, it wasn't something you got often.

The silence is quickly filled, though, when he pokes his slimy little tongue out to lick your neck. You shrink back and laugh out a scream. "ah!" you laugh, "ew beomgyu! thats disgust-- get off--" he hums, arms trapping you to him, reveling in your body warmth as he was only in boxers and a sleep shirt. this was supposed to be a very special but normal none the less night before his birthday... full love, kisses, and good food. but of course neither of you could hold fast to that. you knew it from the beginning anyways

Thats when it happens-- he nips at your neck and you nearly squeal. "Beomgyu!" he doesn't say anything. then he goes for your collarbone. not enough to leave a mark but enough to get you smiling at him, his hair brushing your cheek as he pins you to him, legs tangled with his even though you two are standing. "Lemme go, Beomgyu!"

"I don't know a Beomgyu! I'll let you go if you say the right name and address me correctly!" you roll your eyes and scratch up his back. he shivers in the best way possible as you smile. "Can you let me go now... beom?" he huffs into your ear, but releases his grip a bit none the less. "... I'll except it..." you peel yourself away from him to look him in his pretty deep brown eyes. "what else would you have liked, you big baby?" you tease. he was so spoiled, but he was right, you barely ever call him by his actual name anymore. at least not in private. it soon shifting into terms of endearment. and even before you were together, you always had some sort of nickname or term to address him with.

"Baby would've been nice...." he fake sulks, "love, darling, honey, handsome, your treasure, light in your life. anything, really." you glance over at the clock. "Sure” you roll your eyes, “anything. we need to try to get to sleep, baby." he pouts, and all you feel like doing is kissing those lips until both of yours are numb. but he only grips you tighter at your bedrooms door, halfway in the hallway.

"Nope! I wanna hug hola bit more. and dont be so mean! its my birthday after all."

You smile into his hair as he finds his face nuzzled back into your neck. "Not for another five minutes its not." you chuckled. you two were joking, of course. you always liked to start celebrating each others birthdays as early as can be. and this time it just so happened to be at tonights dinner.

"Fine fine," he grins, "can I hug you all I want once it hits midnight?" he bargains. you playfully scoff. "I would barely consider this hugging." he puffs out warm air onto your neck and kisses the places he wiped at before, adding on your throat to peck. "But youve got yourself a deal."

You climb into bed, Beomgyu following you closely behind. You pull he covers up to your chin, settling into your designated spot as he does the to his (basically meaning wherever was right next to you) You turn to him, fully expected one of his teasing facing at you under the dim light, ready to do your nightly sleepy talk. he surprises you with his quick seriousness though.

"Happy anniversary." he pecks your lips, truly never being able to stay away from them for long.

It had been a full year since you'd confessed your true feelings for him on guess what? the night before his birthday. you hadn't planned on in much, but you knew you wanted to do it when the time felt right and had wanted to for a while. you were sure he had a thing for you too-- the way the air with him was always thick and slow moving as molasses told you quite enough. the little gremlin actually whined when you'd brought it up. "I was gonna say it your next birthday!" you simply laughed at him at the time. "well, you were taking too long." then it started what had to have been your first "argument" as a couple-- who was gonna take who out first.

"What about I take you out..." you remember him crawling closer to you on the floor, now in between you legs, "tomorrow, hm?" you chuckled. "dude!" you put a hand to your head and massaged your temples, so this was how it was gonna be? you just had to pick him? "its your birthday tomorrow!" He gets this dumb look on his face, eyes wide. "oh.... " "yeah 'oh'!" you shout at him, "its supposed to be about you!" "it can be about you too...! about us!"

He then tells you hes gonna confess to you your next birthday to make up for it. your first "argument" as a couple was interesting. and when you tell him that his face turns a shade red enough to challenge any tomato. "we're a couple?" he blinks, small smile hidden behind his lips. "you wanna be?" he lets his smile bloom in full and nods his head so fast you wonder how the boy isn't dizzy.

But what makes you dizzy is how long ago that all was. it felt like just yesterday you had kissed him for the first time, caught in between not letting go and and curling into yourself like a turtle to hide your beaming smile. you still felt the giddiness of it all as if this was your first week together. hm, you think, some things might never change. and to be honest, you were ok with that if it was this.

You two felt comfortable, haven fallen into a good routine like youve been together for ages. and sometimes it did feel like that even though it had only been a year. because of how god damn close you were before then. so close that sometimes you'd get teased that you looked like a couple. but even with all this, there was never a dull moment. somehow you two made everything into a new experience. a new good memory. it was never boring, even laying with him here in silence.

Oh... wait... in silence! you suddenly remembered that you hadn't responded to him yet, just staring at him. once you focus more on his face hes got his eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on his face, shaking his head slightly. "happy anniversary, my love." and you dont give him even a second to complain and whine about why you didnt call him that sooner before you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and swinging a leg over his hips. you glance at the time quickly. yup "And happy birthday."

You didn’t know what it was, or maybe you did because you loved him. But nonetheless the you the strongest magnetic pull towards him. Never before have you felt the way you do now. You think you’ll remember this night forever. Next to you, already half asleep, beomgyus thinking the same thing. And that no mater where you two were in life you’d have each other to just be happy with. Cause that’s the feeling among other wonderful ones that you brought each other— unbridled happiness.

And you two stay like this, until your breathing slowly matches and you drift into what was probably the same dream about the year before.... only slightly interrupted with a bear with a party hat but we won't talk about that.

=

The next morning and youve rushed around enough, making everything just right for your adoring boyfriend for the entire next five to seven business days. it was quite a bit of preparation, especially since you didnt wanna bang shit around and wake him up, but you feel accomplished none the less, hoping he'll like it.

Youve prepare quite the spread of his favorite breakfast items, all cooked and seasoned to perfection. as youre admiring your work, you hear a groan from the bedroom, beomgyu opening the door you shut gently earlier. hes rubbing his eyes and pouting, such a cute sight that all you wanna do so litter him with kisses. "What'r you doin?" he stands there, swaying back and forth because of the morning cold that's hit him. "I woke up and you weren't there. I wanted to hold you." hes a bit groggy but his senses are slowly coming to him and a wide smile graces his face, tops of his cheeks poking under his eyes.

You jog over to him, hands at your sides. and grab him by the shoulders, turning him in front of you and leading him to the breakfast table. he stops you and puts his hands on your shoulders, mimicking you, sly smile on his face. you stop in your tracks. "im sorry I wasn't there when--" "its ok and I thank you. but come to bed after we enjoy? just for another ten minutes. I didnt realize how much I missed morning cuddles with you." his eyes were more open now, he was more alert, but having him say that just put both of you into relaxation mode. "sure thing, baby." you smile at him. fuck he was so cute it didnt even make sense.

His sock clad feel pitter padder on the floor and you plop him down and he protests. "y-you you made all this?" he sounds a mixture of surprised and touched, though what else was he to expect? he knew you'd try to make this day the best ever-- even from the start. "this is too much. thank you but--" you put an eating utensil in his hand. "just try it please." he takes a bite of the thing closest to him., then another, than another. he makes a couple sounds of enjoyment then turns to you. "why'd you do all this?"

"I wanted you to love it! duh! im gonna make this day perfect for you and you better not expect anything less!" you yell and he chuckles. it was funny, just like the years past, especially last year, here you were, yelling sweet lovely things at him. tough love that made him gooey on the inside... and outside most of the time. he Stands up so quickly you barely have time to say that he better go sit down before his breakfast gets cold and to go enjoy his food.

He puts a firm but very gentle hand on where your neck and head meet thumb rubbing circles on your lower cheek. looks deep into your eyes then kisses you. "I love it, baby. thank you, really. it's all too much. come sit and enjoy it with me." he never fails to amaze you with how he can go from this goofball to something that makes your knees weaker than anything else he does, wanting to melt into him.

You sit next to him as always, knees touching in a way that somehow made two grown peoples hearts flutter like it was the first time. he sets down his utensil next to his plate, knowing better than to set down your hand and distract you from your food. he leans closer to you and kisses your cheek, an act so small and innocent but meaning so so so much to express his love and gratitude. you smile and he kisses closer to the apple of your cheek again, and again, and again.

Now hes barely leaving your skin before he goes in for another one, nose bumping into you and yeah, maybe the window is open but he doesn't really care if the neighbors are out. each little kiss on your cheek makes a small sound that makes you smile even wider. and here you two are, his birthday but you both are giddy as he keeps pecking your cheek over, over, and over. the food can wait another minute, the expressions of love an adoration are all that matters.

~end~

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[p4rallel-universe]

brokeback

(Lip Gallagher x male reader)

summary: when Ian leaves the club for good, he brings home a friend from work to crash at the Gallagher house for a bit. Lip is drawn to him a bit more than he'd like to admit, and he isn't sure what it means.

"who's this?" Lip questions as he enters the gallagher house to find Ian on the couch and next to him, another guy of a seemingly similar age. a few bags are on the floor between them. the guy looks sheepish as Ian speaks up.

"this is Y/N, we worked together at the club. left that place for good and he decided to join me. he's gonna stay here for a bit, i'll take care of him though. don't worry about it." Ian explains and Lip nods, lighting up a cig as he walks to the kitchen. "good to meet you," he mumbles as he walks off, and you sigh in relief.

you felt awful, really, intruding on your friends house like this, but when Ian announced he was sick of being thrown around like a piece of meat at the club and was going to leave for good, you figured you'd follow. tips weren't nearly as good as they used to be, so they stopped making up for the whole starving-yourself-just-to-be-groped-by-old-guys thing. you didn't have a plan for leaving. no family and no friends who weren't in similar situations, so Ian suggested you crash at his family's place till you figure it out. Ian could be crazy unhinged, but he was a damn good friend.

Ian invites you upstairs and you pick up your stuff, it isn't much, but it proves to be quite heavy. you see Ian's brother - you're sure his name is Phil or something - in the kitchen. he's in an off white wife-beater drinking orange juice from the carton and you notice his arms are pretty nice. then you realise lusting after your friends brother who you're staying with for the forseeable probably isn't smart.

you decide to get an early night, Ian helps you settle in and says goodnight. you can't thank him enough for it all, really. he leaves to head downstairs as you try get some sleep.

"so, new friend, huh?" Lip asks Ian as they share a cig on the back porch,

"yeah, he used to be a dancer at the club, same as me," Ian explains as he takes a puff,

"so we got another gay under the gallagher roof then?" Lip jokes with a bit too much intensity and he cringes, because he doesn't mean it that way, "i feel like a dick, you know, not saying hi or anything."

"nah don't worry about it, he's just glad you didn't throw him out the second you saw him." this makes Lip smile and he doesn't know why,

"cool." he says, tossing the burnt-out cig and heading inside. and when he walks past his old room where Y/N is asleep he pretends he doesn't want to crack open the door and check on him. and when he tries to sleep he hopes the fact he can't stop thinking about another guy doesn't mean anything.

the next morning Y/N comes downstairs ready to make a better impression, Lip is at the breakfast table, just about the leave when he sees you.

"hey," Lip nods to you and Y/N greets him back, "you want some of this? i gotta leave soon anyway."

when Lip passes Y/N the plate their hands brush and Lip's lingers for a bit longer than it maybe should've. when Y/N looks right in his eyes he feels too strange not to leave right there. so he does, and Y/N is left at the table, flustered and very confused. and maybe a bit too hopeful.

Ian is outside on the porch drinking a beer when Y/N finds him and sits with him. Ian offers the bottle and Y/N takes it, taking a sip and grimacing.

"tastes like the club." you joke and Ian chuckles taking another swig, "so, your brother- Phil?"

"Lip." he corrects,

"yeah, Lip, what's his deal anyway?" you ask, trying not to sound too curious, and the look Ian gives you makes you think you didn't do a very good job.

"what d'you mean?" he looks at you, puzzled,

"i dunno, he seems...edgy? like nervous, he practically threw himself out the door when i came down for breakfast." you joke and take another sip of the cold drink you're sharing,

"huh, doesn't sound like Lip...maybe he's into you" Ian gives you a look and you both burst into a fit of laughter. Ian is laughing because the idea of his own brother liking another guy AND getting flustered around him is a joke in his mind. Y/N is laughing because he's not sure what else to do when he can't help but feel drawn to his new temporary roommates very attractive, very enigmatic, very straight brother.

on the other side of the city, Lip throws a book across an empty room because he can't get you out of his head. when he picks the textbook up off the ground, he isn't sure if he recognises the hands infront of him.

that night, Lip gets home late. it's dark outside and in the Gallagher house. dark and strangely, quiet. Ian's already upstairs in bed, having an early night. Lip sniffles from the cold and takes his jacket off, throwing it over the couch, when he flicks on the room light, he sees Y/N sat at the kitchen island.

Lip nods to him because he's not sure what else to do, "couldn't sleep", Y/N says and offers the cigarette in his hands over to Lip, who walks over and tentatively takes it, bringing it to his lips. he's still close enough now that when he exhales, the smoke blows into Y/N's face. Lip's eyes shine bright in the still-dim light.

Lip flicks the cig away, not caring where it lands and Y/N's brow furrows until Lip grabs his face and slams his lips onto his. it's rough and messy because Lip is scared and Y/N is surprised. it would hurt a lot more if they both hadn't secretly craved it for days. when Lip pulls away his blue eyes look apologetic and just as he plans to brush the whole thing off, apologise, it was his bad, and take off upstairs or outside or anywhere else, Y/N grabs his face again and pulls him into a much more gentle kiss.

it's still a bit aggressive, but deliciously so. Lip's hands aren't sure where to go until they find themselves on Y/N's back. and he feels steady, and strong. and okay. this is okay. when Y/N's hands tenderly tangle themselves in his hair they both smile into the kiss.

when they finally part, their eyes both shine in the dim light with the kind of happiness you can only get from a night like this. with dim light, and a guy you can't stop thinking about. and everything smells and tastes of cigarette smoke.

and when they both go to sleep that night, they can finally close their eyes.

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[icallhimjoey]

To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: whats up my hot idiots, this is part 2 and I just need you to know that I'm going through a doubtful time writing this BUT I'M DOING IT ANYWAY so, here you go, hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

You didn't know why it felt like you were going for a job interview, but your stomach was aflutter with nerves. The sweaty palms, tense shoulders, twitchy eyelids type of nerves.

Why were you doing this again?

And why at Joe's house?

For Mark.

You had to actively remind yourself you were doing this for Mark. And for Poppy, too. You definitely could've chosen a more neutral spot for it though. Somewhere out. Not either one of your houses. But Joe'd very casually said he preferred not to be seen out as much, reminding you that you were dealing with an actual celebrity. Gross. But you'd been civil and said, of course. Of course I'll come meet you. At your house.

But on your way over, your mind felt out of your control when it started going over reasons and excuses to cancel on him. How nice did an evening alone on your sofa sound? Snacks, bit of Netflix, comfy outfit... that's the kind of night you wanted. Instead, without any excuse good enough to text Joe, your legs carried themselves over from the tube station to his street, to his house, up his front steps and then, even with your mind screaming to put your hand down, you rang the doorbell.

It took ages for you to finally see some movement through the little pane of frosted glass. Too long. A rude amount of time that made you consider turning around and leaving.

But then Joe opened the door with a tight smile that only worked the lower half of his face, and you kind of couldn't believe what you were looking at. Joe was wearing pressed trousers and a shirt with a tie. And there were actual shoes on his feet. Shoes! Shiny formal shoes, on his feet, in his own house? What the fuck was up with this man? Who was he keeping up appearances for? Just himself?

Fucking hell, you were in leggings. Old faded ones that were pilling around the crotch. What a way to start the evening entirely off-balanced.

Like you were expecting anything different, though.

"Hi," Joe narrowed his eyes for just a second to sell the smile, but it quickly fell.

"Hey," you had to try your very hardest not to frown at it, and managed to force a smile of your own.

"Come on in,"

Joe invited you in like you were about to have a business meeting. Cordial. Polite. Sort of friendly, but, tense. Always so distant and a little awkward, like you hadn't actually ever met before. But he lead you into his house, gestured towards the coat hanger that you passed as you followed him to the kitchen.

"How do you take your coffee?"

Joe almost sounded like he didn't want to make you any to begin with, but just said it because it was the polite thing to do. Like you were strangers just meeting for the first time.

"Oh, no thanks, if I have coffee now I won't sleep later,"

And for a second you awkwardly hovered in the kitchen not really knowing what to do with your hands, and you looked around. Everything looked clean and shiny, everything all in its place. Like no one actually lived here.

"Tea, then?"

Joe'd already flicked the kettle on.

"Some water's fine,"

And he flicked it off again before he moved to retrieve a glass for you.

With forced familiarity you sat down at one of the stools by Joe's kitchen island. You didn't know if Joe had planned for you to sit down and talk anywhere else in his house - maybe he had a weird conference room up in a room somewhere, a massive office for you to have an actual work meeting - but you decided that acting casual, like hanging out with Joe at his house was normal, was the way to go about this.

Because you knew each other, didn't you? Had known of each other for years. This didn't have to be so odd. It definitely was odd, but you thought maybe if you pretended that it wasn't, perhaps it wouldn't be.

Like that time that the four of you had gone for dinner and the entire night you and Joe hadn't spoken directly to each other. The conversation had flowed just fine, you reacting to Mark and Poppy, Joe reacting to Mark and Poppy, the both of them reacting to the both of you... but you and Joe? You'd hardly made eye-contact at all, and you had felt so weird for it throughout that whole evening. When you said something about it to Mark after, he acted like you were insane, so you'd let it slide.

Or like that time when you'd ran into each other on the tube and both of you pretend not to have seen the other. You were just as guilty as he was, but, you know, if Joe had said hi, you definitely would've acted as if you'd just noticed him and would've said hi back. Would've smiled. Would've asked him where he was headed. But no. You'd seen each other and then both pretended you hadn't and why were the two of you like this?

It was exhausting.

"So," you took in a deep breath and nodded at Joe with your eyebrows raised high, gaze open. "Maid of honour," you gave a small nod.

"Best man," Joe replied and for a single second you thought you could see an actual sparkle of joy in his smile as he placed a glass of water down in front of you.

"You think you're ready for the job?" you asked as you opened the Pinterest app on your phone. Joe shrugged as he remained standing on the opposite side of the island. Kept his distance, literally. He seemed unbothered, like he thought everything would work itself out fine without much of his interference.

That wasn't how these things worked.

"What do you mean," you asked and copied his shrug, asking him to explain the air of nonchalance.

This was a big deal. Mark and Poppy were important people to you. There was no room to be nonchalant.

Joe looked at you a second before he let his eyes dance over the marble countertop and, fucking hell, it was so annoying how Joe would always take too long to think. He was always biting back his initial reaction, seemed to take a couple of seconds to go over what would be smart to say, and then would hardly say anything of value. Would hardly contribute to the actual conversation.

Wasn't communicating his job, essentially? Why was he so bad at it This man had real problems communicating with you, and for what? You were nice. Hadn't been anything but nice. Your unconfrontational nature had really been the sole reason you and Joe hadn't clashed yet, you thought.

You frowned slightly and decided to try something. See if you could skillfully let him know that this needed actual work to be put in.

"How long have you known Poppy, if you don't mind me asking?"

You knew they'd been friends from childhood, but you needed Joe to remind himself of the fact.

"Since we were about... I don't know, nine?"

"So you must know what she'd want for her bridal shower, then... and her hen do,"

You mentioned the bridal shower because you thought maybe Joe didn't even know that this was going to be something he was going to have to organise. Carefully dancing around what you actually wanted to say.

"Sure,"

That stupid little half shrug again.

"And you're going to go with her when she goes shopping for her dress?"

"Yea, why not?"

Joe unbottened a cuff and started slowly rolling up a sleeve and that shouldn't have been as distracting as it was. Joe had nice hands.

Big.

"What do you mean, why not? These are the things that a maid of honour does..."

You were about to giggle a little at the fact that you called him a maid again, but then Joe's fingers moved onto the other cuff. The other sleeve. Shit. You weren't going to admit to anyone, not even yourself, that this was doing something to you.

"Poppy's not... don't worry about it, Poppy's not into all the, I don't know, traditional things,"

"Hmm," you mused, "Risky thing to assume,"

"I don't assume, I know,"

With both forearms now on display, Joe reached a hand up to loosen his tie. What the fuck was he doing? Fully undressing himself in front of you?

"Yea, all right, sure," you kept your composure as you questioned Joe's claim and turned your gaze back to your phone screen which had now gone black. You picked it up for the face ID to let you back in.

"You don't know Poppy like I do," Joe said it like there were secrets he knew that you'd never find out about her, no matter how good your friendship with Poppy was. And you were sure he was right, but the arrogance was making your skin crawl.

"You're right, I don't, but I'm a woman, which in this case does really count for something,"

A little smirk appeared on Joe's face as he also got his phone out, and you hated it.

"Like you know the first thing when it comes to being a best man,"

"I do, actually,"

This little chit-chat was turning more hostile by the second.

"I'm sure you do,"

You'd gone into this evening already thinking about how much Joe wouldn't love hanging out with you, but he was really making sure you felt it radiate from his entire being, Jesus Christ.

"I do! Stag do, speech, get everyone into their right outfit and to the ceremony on time," You listed off on your fingers.

"That's it?" Joe's eyes flicked up from his phone to look at you.

"That's it. The best man really gets the better deal on this one, I'm afraid,"

"You forgot about the rings,"

Fuck.

You could practically smell Joe's ego swell. But when you looked, it seemed like he pretended that he didn't just embarrass the living daylight out of you.

And it was almost worse. Because taking the high road by not being a dick somehow made him seem more like one.

"... and, the rings," you added on a fourth finger, but the damage had been done. There was no saving yourself from this one.

"You know what you're doing for the stag do?"

"Yep. Nothing too overboard. Fancy meal, stupid pub crawl – easy going,"

Joe kept quiet for a second and scrolled through his phone a bit. You copied him, and then he asked, "You're just doing an evening?"

It felt like Joe was backing you into a corner.

"The girls and I are doing a full weekend,"

The girls?

"Oh man, just a few hours for the stag do," Joe clicked his tongue and hissed through his teeth. "And you're going to forget the rings too? I thought you and Mark were friends."

Oh, fuck him.

"Seems like being a best man really is a man's job after all,"

You tried so hard to not let anything show in your face. You took careful notice to really keep your face as plain as you could. No eyebrow movement. No jaw clenching. Joe didn't need to actually see that he got to you. But he did. A little. So, instead, you opted to just bolt. Get out of there. If this was how Joe was going to be, you didn't need to be around him.

You'd met up because Mark and Poppy deserved the best - you both agreed they deserved the best. You'd met up because you needed to find options for dates, so the hen do and stag do would happen simultaneously. You'd met up to discuss plans. Help each other out. You definitely could help Joe with a few things. And, sure, you'd listen to Joe if he had any tips for the stag do.

But you weren't going to listen to Joe talk to you like that. Let him test your limits. He hadn't reached them, not by a mile, but you refused to even let him try to get close.

You were adults and Joe could fucking act like one.

You swung your knees to the side and got up, swiping your phone from the counter and sticking it straight into your pocket as you started moving towards the door.

"No, come on," Joe released a nervous laugh and backtracked immediately.

"I'm sorry! I was joking that was a joke,"

You stopped right in the doorway, eyes looking down the hall where they fell on a framed picture of Joe and Poppy. Beautiful black and white photograph, you knew the photo well. Knew exactly where it was taken. What event they'd been at. What you'd been wearing. What Mark had been wearing. Because the photo was a cropped version of one of the four of you.

And it wasn't that you needed Joe to hang a picture of your face in his house. Of course, not. But to blow up a photograph he literally cropped you out of to hang up in his home - not to mention in a location he passed every day - only hammered home how much Joe didn't need you in his life.

"We're not doing a full weekend, I wasn't– I don't know why I said that, I'm sorry," to his credit Joe took full responsibility of saying the wrong thing, with the wrong tone, at the wrong time.

"Can I just... can I just say something?" you started, looking over your shoulder with your back still towards Joe. "I know you've never... you've never quite warmed to me– don't argue,"

Joe was about to interject but let whatever he was about to say escape him in a breath. Instead, he pushed both his hands into his pockets and you could see his shirt flex against his chest.

"We're not friends, even though, our friends are getting– they're getting married. It's not like we can just... pretend the other doesn't exist, like, marriage is meant to be a life-long sort of deal, so..."

Something empathetic shone from Joe's eyes, but you saw his jaw clench. He seemed deflated, but underneath you sensed some sort of wary apprehension.

"We don't have to be friends, you don't have to actually like me, but... we could at least try to... I don't know, pretend,"

Joe blinked a few times before looking down at his feet. Quiet. Milling over thoughts, not sharing the initial ones that popped up, because he never did.

"Couldn't we?"

"Yea," Joe snapped his head up. "Yea, no, of course,"

"I'm nice," you said, and smiled to prove it. As a reply, Joe just gave you another one of his tight-lipped smiles before he rounded the corner of the island towards where you'd sat on one of the stools.

Joe could've agreed with you. Could've said, yes, of course you're nice. You're the nicest. But he didn't. Instead, he sort of skipped over it and it was like you hadn't ever even said it in the first place.

"Let's," Joe said before sitting down on the seat next to where you'd sat before. One foot still on the floor, one foot up on the footrest, and legs spread wide. "Let's get our calendars out and actually plan some things,"

Okay, good.

This was why you were there.

To get shit sorted.

Walking over to sit back down next to Joe was weirdly challenging with the way he was leaning into his shoulder with an elbow placed onto the counter, turned to face you, absolutely man-spreading. But, you managed fine. Sat down and opened your phone's calendar and pretended you couldn't feel Joe's breath on your arm as he placed his phone down next to yours.

You found two optional dates that you both thought could work for Mark and Poppy and also worked for you and Joe. It took some time, but you got there eventually.

You showed Joe how Pinterest worked, so he could at least ask Poppy to pin some things so he could get a feel for the vibes she was going for. For the bridal shower, for the dress - for the whole wedding.

Joe didn't interject, didn't make snarky comments, hardly said anything if you really thought about it, but it was fine. The boy listened and seemed to take whatever you were telling him seriously.

When eventually you carefully asked if a fancy meal and a long pub crawl seemed like a good stag do, Joe was quick to say that that's what he would've done had he been in your shoes. It kind of made his earlier comment sting more. He had really just said that to get under your skin, and you hated that it had worked, too.

"Okay, so, to go over it one more time–" you started, rounding off the evening, but Joe interrupted, "I think we've got it."

Had you not had that weird moment of almost leaving, you could've sworn Joe's comment was meant maliciously. Now, after spending an hour sat next to him staring at phone screens, it felt a little warmer.

On your way out, Joe followed you a little, but not all the way to the front door. Like suddenly distance was needed again. You put on your coat and looked back to see Joe leant into the doorway, both arms up high where his hands touched the doorframe. His shirt was fighting to escape his trousers, and you couldn't stand that you noticed that.

"We're good, yea?" you asked, referencing the plans you'd made for Mark and Poppy.

"Absolutely, yea,"

A moment passed where you just looked at Joe, unsure of how to say goodbye, and he was gracious enough to grant you a solid second of eye-contact before you saw him look at his front door behind you.

You got the hint.

No stalling. Get out of his house. You'd been over long enough.

Just before you stepped out and were about to call a goodbye over your shoulder, Joe said, "And I do think you're nice,"

It stopped you in your tracks.

When you turned your head back, Joe wasn't even really smiling, which made it worse.

"From what– you said earlier, that you're nice?"

Joe... don't be so fucking awkward, you thought, but didn't say.

"You– I just, I know you are, Poppy says it all the time. Mark too. I just, I though you should know that they do, and that I do. Think you're nice, I mean."

It was only when you smiled that you realised you'd been looking at him like you were worried he was in actual pain, struggling through his words.

"Thanks,"

And this was when you both should've gone, "Bye," and "See you later!" and "Get home safe!" with kind smiles and little waves.

But instead, you shared a last look and then slowly closed the door behind you whilst neither of you said anything, or really even moved at all.

What the fuck was that?

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[kangshxrtie]

ch. 16 ⤍ late night facetime

as you were getting ready for bed, your ringtone went off indicating you had an incoming facetime call. you picked it up from your desk and saw it was kazuha. you looked in the mirror making sure you were presentable enough before answering.

"heyy i was hoping you were still up" kazuha said once you answered.

"yeah i'm just getting ready for bed now" you told her.

"oh okay. i just wanted to see how you were doing after the game"

"ohh i'm good. it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be"

"oh-i called to make sure you were alright after everything but you seem to be doing fine"

"that's cute that you called to check up on me but i'm fine. no need to worry about me"

"we should still stay on the phone for each other's comfort" kazuha's voice wavered slightly.

"did you call me because you were scared?" you asked with a small laugh.

"noo" kazuha denied, "i called to make sure you weren't scared"

"fucking pussy" you joked.

kazuha gasped in response, "that's you! you're the one who hid in a corner for the first part of the game"

"at first! but then i got out of my little corner just for you to take my spot. i mean, come on, kazuha you're supposed to be the fearless one here" you pointed out, unable to hide your amusement.

"it's not my fault every time i would try and do something a new thing appears" kazuha tried to defend herself.

"that's the whole point of horror games"

"i will not be accepting true statements at this time"

"if that's how you wanna live your life then that's fine" you chuckled.

"anyways anything interesting happen at any of your video shoots recently?" kazuha asked resting her head on her hand and keeping her eyes on the screen to let you know she was paying attention.

"oh! so in the video we filmed the other day i went on a date with gaeul and yujin. we ate pork cutlet together and it was nice.." as you continued to talk about the shoot kazuha tried to stifle her yawns.

"it's late. if you wanna go to sleep now i'm okay with it"

"no i'm up. just keep talking, i'm listening" kazuha told you.

you didn't push anymore and kept talking about everything you had done for the week, stories from the videos you filmed with your group members, late-night encounters with your roommates in the kitchen, and future activities you had planned. after a while of talking, you looked at your phone to see kazuha had fallen asleep. you took the time to admire how cute she looked while sleeping, resisting the urge to take some photos.

eventually, you began to feel sleepy and finally closed your eyes with the thought of kazuha in your mind.

some hours passed and you slowly opened your eyes after realizing your body decided you were getting up now. you went to pick up your phone to see the time; which is also when you had the realization that kazuha was still on the phone.

you quickly covered your face trying to rub the sleep out of yours before looking at the phone to see kazuha staring at you. once she realized you were up, she let out a small laugh before blinking fast and looking away from the phone suddenly interested in everything else in her room.

"morning" you voiced out in your morning voice after removing your hands from your face.

"you stayed on call?" kazuha asked softly finally turning back to look at you.

"i was too tired to push the button to hang up so i just went to sleep" you didn't add the part where you were too engrossed with how cute she was to hang up. she didn't need to know all of that.

"well now it feels rude to hang up"

"it's fine. i'm sure we both have things to do today. we can call tonight again though… if you would wanna do that" you trailed off at the end nervously.

"of course y/n. i'll call you when i'm get ready to go to bed tonight"

"okay. bye kazuha, talk later" you waved goodbye and she did the same before hanging up the call.

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[spectrum-spectre]

Sorry if this is completely out of nowhere but: Steddie Soulmate AU where your soulmark appears when you realize you're in love with your soulmate. Eddie gets his when he sees Steve kill the demobat and doesn't mention it bc he figures it's unrequited and Steve's soulmark is for Nancy. Steve gets his soulmark when he realizes Eddie put himself in mortal danger to protect Dustin and panics trying to save Eddie so they can have a chance to be together.

I'm honored that you sent this to me <333

this is my first writing ask so I hope i don't disappoint (slight angst incoming but dw!!!)

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Eddie doesn't believe in soul mates; at least, not at first. He thinks the whole "soul mark" thing is some weird fluke, a genetic anomaly that scientists just haven't put a name to yet. The thought that your love for another person could never be enough compared to the mere idea of their "perfect partner?" That you could be happily married with a child you care about, but one day your spouse is suddenly in love with someone else? It's what tore his family apart.

He was 13 years old, see, when his good-for-nothing father met a lady he claimed was his soul mate. He left Eddie and his Mama in the dust, never to be seen or heard from again. His Mama didn't take it well, drank herself to sleep every night and let him fend for himself. Until one day she just... didn't wake up.

It was then and there he decided this whole soul mate thing was bullshit. He moved in with his uncle, his only family left on his Mama's side. He never met his father's side, which was probably for the best. Eddie wore his anger like armour, never letting anyone close enough to possibly break his heart like his Mama's did.

Enter stage right: Steve fucking Harrington.

He's so perfect it's infuriating. Who gave him the right to actually be a decent guy?? He already has the looks and the charm of a living Greek God, he shouldn't be allowed to be nice!

Eddie knew he was screwed the moment Steve threw his sweater at him on the boat. He could already feel the beginnings of a heartache: his pulse speeding up, his breath catching in his throat, the painfully strong urge for a cig to take the edge off. He figured, "hey, why the hell not? I'm probably gonna die anyway, might as well give in to the moment while I can," and wrapped up his flashlight. No need to be embarrassed over a crush if you're dead. It only got worse.

Seeing Steve get pulled under was like getting a tooth ripped out-fucking torturous. Suddenly you're left with a big empty wound that aches to have that missing piece returned to its rightful place, exposed nerves crying out for comfort and protection against the elements.

He could not have been less prepared for the sight he was about to see. Steve aka "The King" aka "The Hair" Harrington, beating a demon-bat thing to a pulp, taking a bite out of it, and spitting out the blood. He is so, so fucked.

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I'll do a part two soon!! It just turned midnight and this is all I could do for right now but I hope you like it!!! Next part will be about Steve >:D

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[ladythornofrivia]

Bane in my Bones

Pair: Toji x Reader x Nanami

Warning: Spice is nice. Toxic Drama. Toxic Family Issues. Fluff at the end. Smut included.

A/N: Sorry for not writing this series. I should’ve have done it sooner, but there are times when I feel like I don’t want to do anything at all, and yet I feel guilty about not writing the series that I promised here on my blog MONTHS AGO. I should’ve been better, and that I wish for my love writing will return, but I was afraid my love of writing will never come back, at all. Even if I do wish it, even if I do write, I’m still afraid it won’t return, or that I’ll be forever guilty about this whole ordeal. And I’m so happy that I get to see animated version of Toji Fushiguro in Jujutsu Kaisen!!! Thanks to the animated Toji, I now have the inspiration. Here’s chapter 2–the moment for Toji’s fangirls all been waiting for. And there’s a special guest in this series—so I decided to make as a love triangle. Hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER 2

BETTING ONE'S LIKE IS NO JOKE

Toji hadn't been doing well with his current money on his bank account. Despite having the normalcy of a stable job, he desired for a quicker earnings. His life was at stake, low budget, low upgrade and low treatment from the great Zenin family. Nothing has ever come good from a Zenin clan. Everyone thought they're prestigiously intelligent and exuded with grace and wisdom. If only Toji could see how they truly are.

In the midday, he was making another bet for boat racing, he bet on boat 7, which is his favorite number. Anyone who chose number 4 is stupid. 4 is considered related to the word 'death' and bad luck. No hotels or apartments are contained with the numbers 4.

Duration of the boat race, Toji watched until he grew bored and ordered some salty snacks to eat up his boredom. Nothing was enough. But his wallet is empty, and his credit card has been declined.

Nothing was easy anymore. Especially the economy has struck disaster.

This morning, he had found a random woman sleeping in his bed, which made him pissed off at the last night's activities and kicked her out with no mercy. He hates being called as "Daddy". It's already grating enough for him for his memories to randomly conjure up in his head whenever he's busy.

Daddy this, Daddy that. He's not their father, and doesn't have a son.

Not that he's debating if he had one or not.

Boat number 7 broke down in the middle of the race and sank along the racer. Frustrated, Toji crumpled the paper and tossed it carelessly onto the ground.

"Betting on something stupid is stupid," a voice said behind Toji.

The man in a black suit and clean haircut, blew a smoke from a cigarette, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Shui Kong," Toji said, groaning. "What do you want?'

"Got bored with teaching students? I'm surprised you survived that college life for so long. I thought you'd bail out on the first day."

"Fuck off, I'm trying to watch the boat race," Toji grunted.

"The race is over, though," Shui said, smirking at Toji's displeased face. "Anyway, it's not the only reason why I'm here."

"Oh, do tell, but first buy me a box of yakisoba," Toji said, disinterested.

"It's regarding to your family," his companion informed.

"The great Zenin family, yada, yada, yada," Toji's hand waved. "I don't care about what they say. Their words always came from their shitty asses. Go buy the yakisoba; I'll pay you back later."

"With what money? You spent the last of the money on boat racing and a snack."

"Tch," Toji disgruntled. "Go, say whatever you say."

Shui cleared his throat. "It's rather urgent. Your father wants to see you."

"Again, I know what he's going to say. He's going to say that I'm the most disappointing son ever existed in his eyes. Thank god I'm adopted."

"This is about your son, Megumi," Shui mentioned. "He'll be taking over the clan in the near future. Your adopted father will kick you out the moment Megumi reach his potential on becoming an heir to his fortune."

"He never shared a slight of money," Toji groaned.

"He doesn't, which is why I'll be making a proposition--without letting them know, of course. This might be involve with hefty sum of fortune."

Toji's eyes snapped wide open. "I mean," Shui resumed, "if you still want to mope about the Zenin family, chances are your future is going to be bleak. Though I will say that rumor has it your not-so blood brother, is taking over the company in the future. Meaning, your last role to fill is not to become an obedient man, but becoming a family man in your adopted father's stead."

"Toji's teeth gritted. "That fucking bastard." Meeting Shui's twinkled eyes, Toji leaned back at his seat. "So, what kind of deal you want me to do? It better be worth it."

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Reaching to your sanctuary, the weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. Spotting you son asleep on his bed, clutching the sketcbook in hand and a pencil on the floor.

You tucked your son in with a blanket sheet, recently washed from laundry--contained in endless stacks of one clothing after another, then there's the bed sheets and pillow cases. None of which are helping you to get started since your college days have been nothing but torture.

Endless studies and notes in your major courses has been hell for your body and mind. This is the only time you'll be able to recharge is when coming home seeing your precious son, spritely and benign, something that you've never gifted with since born. Anything your son does, you support is fully needed, and needed badly. Not children should face their struggles and dreams alone without a proper kindness and support.

He has made drawings, already at a young age, he's curious and experiment with colors and art brushes and pencils alike. Each day, he drew something on a little piece of a sketchbook you bought. But since he wants his creativity to be expanded, you gathered a big sketchbook and a coloring book for him to fill with joy. The days of him occupying his thoughts, whether on painting or sketching, his mind has kept in occupying thoughts, a happy distraction. One day, he decided to fill an empty page of you and him, and despite the family picture is lacking, your son drew a picture what considered to be a tall man beside him.

Your heart race each time your son asks you about the whereabouts of his unknown father. Truth be told, it's better left unsaid.

Tucking his sketchbook aside on a desk lamp, you turned off the lights after you gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

Stepping out from the room, you prepare to make a cup of green tea and heat a frozen bread pizza in the microwave, then set it on the oven, ticking as the toaster heats up. You sat back down at the dining chair, not bothering to do the assignments to hand in for decent grade.

If only you could drop out from Professor Fushiguro's class. He has been nothing but a condescending soul seeping to you as the girls are there to kiss his ass. They didn't bother to consider that Professor Toj could possibly be married or have a girlfriend. He must have hidden it for a reason, however, you felt as if Toji would ever commit to a person that make themselves appear as a burden to him, maybe that's why he didn't mind girls throwing themselves at him.

Both parties are pathetic.

Thank God you reached home where are no typical noises of squealing that you can't stand. As you head lulled back down on the dining table, forehead pressing against the cold surface, you wonder if it's all worth it. It maybe all worth for your son's sake, your son's future, but, at the very moment, you felt stupid to choose a course that is somehow difficult for you to catch up due to your boredom and the ability to misunderstand the lecture--taking the wrong notes or missing the important ones, and somehow your grades went downhill.

At this moment, you wanted nothing more but to sleep.

"Forget to turn off the toaster," a voice said.

As you didn't open your eyes, lulling to deep sleep, the alarm went off. Not the toaster, your phone.

You woke up with fright, shutting the alarm off. You decided to take a day off from your early reminders.

"Miss (y/n)," a sornous voice called.

You said nothing.

"Miss (y/n)," a man voice's became louder and bolder.

Thinking it was Professor Toji, you sat up straight with wakeful eyes, but it turns out to be a dream.

The doorbell rang.

And with that, you set of running to unlock the doors without peeping through the peep hole, revealing a tall man with cheekbones is as fine as a blade.

"Nanami," you greeted, hugging him.

His hug returned quite awkwardly. Knowing he's not a people-person, you still managed to greet him with a friendly smile.

Beckoning to enter, the smell of pizza has caught Nanami's attention. He rushed into the kitchen and coughed.

Your pizza is over burnt. So he turned on the vents to blow the burning smell away as he opened the kitchen window.

Nanami, who turned your pizza bread off from the toaster.

"Thank god my kitchen isn't on fire," you said in relief, your back slouching, your arm propped over the chair frame.

"I take it that you aren't okay with anything's happening right now?' Nanami poured himself a cup of fresh tea

You sighed. "Yeah, it's been a real bother. I don't even want to go tomorrow. Ever since I attend college, I thought it would be good for the sake of my son, but it turns I've been pathetic. I can't even do anything right."

"You'll get the hang of it," Nanami said calmly, sipping.

"It's not office work," you said, exhausted. "I just want a good life. That' why I took upon educating myself, but this one..."

Nanami stopped lifting his cup halfway. "This one?"

You shook your head. "Nothing. Everyone has been a real bother. Everyone is easily distracted, which makes me easily distracted and overwhelmed."

"Why not take online classes?'

"Online classes is another thing. I just don't trust internet that much. Besides, I don't want to coop myself up in one room. I have to get out to meet new people, maybe something to take my mind off of. I just don't want to do another mistake. So what have you been up to?"

Nanami drank his tea. "Nothing much. Just work, and more co-workers being dumbasses as ever."

"You mean like Gojo?'

"Not that kind of dumbass," he answered.

"Is the co-worker loud and obnoxious?"

"Guess you could say that," he said, tossing your burnt pizza out in the trash bin.

"You and me both."

Then silence prevailed. No exchanged looks, no sudden drop of noise. Nothing. Just the AC rumbling.

"I hope you're doing okay," you began. "I mean, I've seen you of not having a decent sleep. Your eyes says it all."

"I'm doing fine," he denied.

You scoffed. "Liar. Come sit down, I'll prepare something for you. You know, Daichi would be happy to see you if he's awake."

"Where is he now?'

"Sleeping. He kept busy with his drawings! He's my little Michelangelo! Ah, if you could see how far he has gotten with drawings. Everything is perfect. My little Daichi is gifted. I bought more sketchbooks and coloring pencils for him to try if he's up for a challenge, but he settled his experimentations on color pencils sooner than I thought."

Nanami chortled. "You really love your son, don't you?'

"Why not? A mother's love should NEVER suffocates a child with their selfish and hypocritical ideals that make the child hates the mother. My mom does a terrible job of being one. She said to me, "When you have a child, you should control EVERYTHING at what your child says and does, and how the child feels and opinions. She's such a fucking annoyance."

“You didn’t stay,” he concluded.

"I didn't," you said, sipping a second refill. "That's why I got up and left from that household. There's nothing for me there. And I don't want Daichi to be in their life. I just want them to be out of Daichi's sight. He'll cry if he meets them, but I made sure I won't let it happen. Same thing goes with my dad and my relatives, and even my “saintly” sister who's way better at everything than me. I mean, who the hell do they think they are?"

"A mother's love cannot be bested by someone's boasting in accomplishments," Nanami said. "Nor does the ignorance of a family tradition."

"I don't want to become like them," you said, reminding yourself. "Or end up saying the hurtful words to Daichi the way my so-called family did. What they did to me was at its worst, and I feel as if I'm not doing good enough. They thought of me as a threat...just because I think and feel different from the rest of them. Even if they didn't accept me, why can't they just leave me alone, instead of interfere at every personal choices I make for myself? They could've just ignore me, pretend I don't exist so that I could leave without them remembering me. Even now, my family wants me to reconnect with them, but I refused. I didn't want to be open to them, I didn't want to give the closure they wanted. I changed my phone number, my address, my surname, everything. I just hope that they...they don't..."

Tears fell down, your sobs grew louder. You couldn't help it.

Large hands placed on your back, massaging your shoulder blades, circling them. When you're at your worst, nobody was there for you. Your dad mocked your cries, calling your voice 'ugly', then your mom's denial of claiming rude words against you, and your sister's cold-heartedness whenever you see her, she doesn't want to look up to see your "disgusting" face. That's why she moved out with her friends.

There is one point where you wanted to become deaf, so that they couldn't hear what they say and how they said it, with their actions as a contradiction.

You couldn't handle it anymore. You just wanted to start a new life with newfound family.

"(y/n)," Nanami cooed, his mouth leaning towards at the back of your ear shell. "The pain will be over soon. You've done well as a young mother."

Your heart jumped.

What you didn't expect was the subtle kiss he placed on your ear shell.

"Nanami--" The hot tea spilled onto his uniform. Nanami sighed with alert.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Nanami. I'll go get some ice!"

Nanami reached for your wrist as you tried to run past him in the kitchen to fetch the ice from the freezer.

"Nanami?"

He said nothing but darting his unreadable eyes onto yours. With your stilled body, your dry throat scrunched up more, bobbing with anxiety. The AC resumed on making the thrumming noise from the roof.

"It'll leave a scar if you don't heal the burns hurry," you reminded, though whispered.

Heart pounded against your rib cage. Your hands coated in sweat. This has never happened to you before. Before Daichi, you suggested and insisted the idea of romance comes from books, but since Daichi is born in your stomach, reality hits too hard for you to handle. Not even your family's unnecessary commentary of how you become heavy and zombie-like, more stale looking and less bless with glow. In nine months, your dear family predetermine for you to be as a punching bag at every chance they get as their way of outlet of their horrible life.

Thank god your dearest friend, your most trusted friend, Nanami, bailed you out of the situation.

But what you felt for him, is he really a friend to begin with?

"What is it, Nanami?" Your face reddened, your quiet voice squeaked with concern.

Without given a warning, Nanami grasped your other arm before he pulled you in for an enticing kiss. Slipping his tongue to your opening, his arms encircled around your dainty body, pulling you closer even when the gap space is closed. Your hands suddenly have a mind of its own; slithered and ran down on Nanami's back, the boiling touch of his dousing office shirt entangled to yours

"(y/n)," he moaned, suddenly shoving you apart for him to discard his office suit off. However, his pants are intact, leaving your hands seizing and undo the belt. Nanami stopped you, plucking your neckline, trailing down on your engorged nipple with his nibbling kisses on the thin straps of your pastel pink tank top.

"I don't mind being as Daichi's Father," Nanami said, chuckling. "But," he said, inching his face closer to yours. "I don't mind you calling me. Wherever you go, whenever you need help, I'll always be there at your side, especially when I’m busy.”

Your sobs are about to appear again. You tried not to show it again, afraid of getting sick and tired by him.

"Nanami..." is all you could utter.

"Say "Yes, Daddy," he murmured.

Your heart bounced.

His fingers hooked your chin and lifted up to meet his commanding look in his cryptic gaze. "Say, "Yes, Daddy."

"Yes...Yes..."

Nanami stayed quiet, eyes coaxing you.

"Yes, Daddy," you whimpered.

With a slight smirk on his face, his face plunged in for another kiss. His hands roamed freely on your body, flowing with soft cotton nightgown. He took off his working glasses before implying a passionate kiss for the third time. Tucking his left hand in your night gown's skirt, his fingers hooked the lined fabric of your panties and slipped the undergarment downwards to your thighs, then your knees. Knowing what he was implying, your pussy is smothered in heat. By the time your pants came undone, he caught the material, stopping.

His phone had ring.

Groaning in frustration, Nanami took the call, but didn't let you go with the other hand.

"Nanami speaking. What is it this time?"

With a ragged breath, your head leaned in against his right breast, your hand pressed against the center of his chest, his heart pounding loudly as it can. It seems like you aren't the only one who's dealing with excitement.

"Fine, I'll be there. Just give a moment or two...It doesn't where I am. I'll be there." Then clicked his phone shut, his other hand attached to your waist again, his forehead pressed against yours.

"Work?' you uttered.

Nanami hummed.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," you suggested, rubbing his back. "I'll make the futon in my bedroom."

Nanami shook his head, leaning his head back to give a longing gaze at you. "If I didn't leave, how will I be able to give Daichi's future career in art and your dreams of gaining a life you deserve away from your family, by becoming as a truest moment of your happiest self?"

"I'll find a job. That's why I'm here, to start over."

Nanami's hand tucked into your long hair. "It doesn't have to be that way. I can help you, just like I've always been. You don't have to worry about your life anymore."

Your brows scrunched. "What are you saying?'

"Once I get back, please let me know of your answer."

"Wha--"

Nanami wore his doused suit and fetched his things before approaching the entrance door. Chasing after him by the grab on his forearm, Nanami turned and gave you a longing kiss. "Will you please be my wife?"

"Nanami..."

He gave a peck on your cheek, then your eyelids, and his lips finally landing onto your mouth. "Daddy's going to take care of you better than before. Wait for me, my sweet (y/n)," he said, then left, disappear from your sight, leaving you breathless at the previous events unfolded.

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[strwberri-milk]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I wanted to say you write like the best Kaeya fics I've ever read (and the smut omg), but this time, (if you have the time) how about some aftercare with Kaeya? Like he is so proud and smug after seeing the mess he made of the reader, but then he is the sweetest and takes care of her like she deserves for being so good for him <3

im alright thanks for asking uwu and thank you so much for saying so <3 allow me to cement myself in your hearts as the kaeya writer for you and i'll be more than just happy :D and i'd love to do smth fluffy - kaeya deserves all the love and hes definitely so fucking affectionate with the love of his life!!

Kaeya is nothing short of attentive, no matter what it is that you two are doing. Whether it be a simple meal or a nice night out on the town you know you're the center of attention. He'll pick something out on the menu that's perfect for you, or make sure to pull you in tight to his chest when you're about to trip over a rock.

Nothing slips his mind, hands holding onto your body tightly as he keeps you in place to fuck into you, burying his face into your neck as he pumps you full of cum for the last time.

Your body is pushed to its limits, cumming hard around him and so overstimulated you feel your hands pushing against his bare chest, eyes screwed shut as your chest heaves to catch your breath.

Kaeya's a little mean anyway, lightly grinding into you as he feels you pushing against him. He's riding out his own orgasm, unsure what number it is but finally feeling his lust addled mind clear up for the first time in what could have been hours.

He pulls out of you, smirking as he presses more kisses against your skin and feels you still lightly squirming on the sheets, glad he had the foresight to put something down under your bodies to catch the mess that came from you both.

Your eyelids droop, a yawn slipping past your lips. You can feel Kaeya pulling away further from you, whining a little and trying to reach out to him. He takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your knuckles before beginning to get ready to clean you off.

"Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself didn't you?" he purrs as you feel him part your legs again, about to tell him off for being so insatiable when you feel him beginning to clean you off.

His hand is gentle, making sure the towel is cooling to your heated body and giving you the chance to settle further into the bedsheets. It takes no time for you to relax after the high of your bodies intertwining, humming in contentment as he continues to clean you off.

"You made me feel so good," you respond, further stroking his ego and kissing him back when he leans over your body.

"I know I did," he responds smugly, giving you more kisses against your neck.

"Your voice is so hoarse. I knew you'd be screaming my name. I missed you so much I just had to let it all out at once."

"Kaeya," you laugh in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

"You always make me feel amazing. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow but it's so worth it."

"Can't have that, can we? Maybe I'll just have to do you all over again and make sure you can't think afterward." Even now he's thinking up new ways to make you a puddle of desire on his cock, your body already heating up at the thought as you swat him away playfully.

"I'm so tired. Let me sleep and then we'll talk about it, alright?"

"Alright, alright," he sighs, giving you another kiss against your lips before leaving you be to clean himself off.

He returns fully expecting to be able to go to bed himself. His body's feeling the exertion after all and there's no place he'd rather be than next to you.

However, you've neglected to wrap the sheets over your body, feeling far too heated for the constriction of such fabric which gives him a wonderful view of your body painted with his marks. You've turned your back to him, allowing him to see the paths his own nails dug while holding you and when he crawls into bed next to you his eyes trace over the hickies and reddened parts of your skin from where he was holding you.

It's a picture he wants to keep in his mind forever, absentmindedly tracing over such proofs of his desire for you until he succumbs to sleep himself, arms wrapped tightly around your body.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfic

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Bambi and the Freak

Modern!Older!Eddie Munson x Dark-skinned!College!Reader

Summary: Being a student in an university is not a big thing in your life.

But falling in love with a long-haired metalhead?

Well, it’s an unexpected thing.

NSFW 18+ - minimal use of y/n, roommates to friends to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, mention of bullying, sexual tension, emotions, mention of loss of a parent

Author's note: Since English is not my first language, I like to give to me new goals and a lot anxiety because of that. So maybe there will be some grammar mistake, but I'll try my best (I hope I wrote it good, because that shit kept me awake for a few nights). Anyway have fun and I hope you'll like it! (Oh God, I'm so nervous...)

Chapter one: The Metalhead in the house (wc: 3k)

This will be a typical boring Friday night.

Lucas has a party with his basketball teammates, Max is working at her night shift at the bar. But Eddie… Eddie stays at home that night which is suprising, because he uses to hang out too on Friday nights with his coworkers or his friends. But tonight he doesn’t.

You and Eddie are standing in the kitchen, watching Max as she gets ready for work. She takes out her lunchbox from the fridge and puts it in her bag, while she complains about how much she doesn’t want to work tonight and how tired she is. You and Eddie nod in understanding.

Max stops at the front door, she looks around to see if she forgot something, then look at you and smiles, ’’Alright then. Have a nice evening, lucky people who have Friday night off. I hate you! Bye bye!”

’’Bye!”you and Eddie say in chorus as Max opens the door and leaves you alone with Eddie.

This is your first time to being alone with him. Eddie has been living with you, Max and Lucas for a few weeks. He got a mechanic job nearby, and since Hawkins is too far, he moved in your apartment, which you share with Max and Lucas.

A two-bedrooms apartment is not too big for four people, but four of you can handle this situation. Max and Lucas share one bedroom, the other is yours. and Eddie sleeps on the couch in the living room which is in the same space as the kitchen. This means after Eddie fell asleep you must be quiet if you want anything from the kitchen. But it’s okay because he isn’t at home much, only at night, except when he is somewhere else at the weekends. But that weekend, Eddie stays home for mysterious reasons.

You glances at Eddie and turn around immediately when you see that he is looking at you with those dark eyes. To avoid his eyes, you go to the fridge, open it and take out the stuffs for your dinner. While you take the ingredients on the kitchen counter you start to apologizing to him, ’’I’ll be quick and I will not bother you, I promise.”

’’You’re not bothering me” Eddie says and you smile a little under your nose.

You and Eddie haven’t talked much with each other before. He is nice and all, but he is not your friend, he is your roommate and that’s all. You didn’t try to get to know him and he didn’t try to get to know you. You know guys like Eddie well. Long hair, chains, lot of rings on his fingers, wearing black boots, listening metal music and always being loud – these are the ingredients of a metalhead. Eddie is that kind of guy you see on the street, you try to be invisible to not catch his attention You’ve met too many guys like Eddie in the past, and you can tell these guys are not very nice. They are the worst.  They find pleasure in insulting you with racist words. They don’t care that you are a human like them. They like to joke about your history, when your ancestors were slaves.

But Eddie is different. Even he looks like those guys, you know that he is not racist. Lucas said he knew Eddie from high school and Eddie was the only guy who was nice to him. Eddie showed to Lucas and his friends that the high school isn’t a nightmare, it can be fun if you are with the right people This story melted your heart, and you became a little curious about Eddie, but you didn’t dare to talk with him. And he didn’t too with you.

Until the moment, you hear his deep voice, ’’Are you cooking something?”

’’Yep” you nod as you take out the cutting board from the kitchen cabinet. ’’I found a recipe on Pinterest. I thought I’ll try it.”

’’What kind of recipe?’’

You take out your phone from your back pocket, open the recipe and hand the phone to Eddie. He looks at the screen with furrowed brows then looks at you with raised eyebrows. ’’Marry-me chicken?”

You can hear the judgment in his voice, but you don’t care, you just shrug, ’’There’s parmesan and a lot of garlic.”

Eddie gives back your phone to you. ’’Yeah, I saw it. It can kill a hundred vampires,” he smirks.

’’We don’t hurt vampires. They’re hot,” you say as you slice the chicken breast with a knife.

’’Hot? They want to kill you!”

’’Not if the vampire is Edward Cullen and he loves you,” you grin at Eddie and he shakes his head in disbelief. He mutters something under his breath, then to your suprise he takes out a black hair band from his pocket and starts to tie his long hair into a bun.

’’What are you doing?” you ask in shock when Eddie walks up to you.

’’I’ll help you cook,” he replies, glancing at your phone’s screen and taking out a plate from the cabinet. ’’We have to eat all the food, you know. Garlic protects us from vampires. And who knows? Maybe I’ll put a ring on your finger at the end of the night, if it’s really good,” Eddie gives you a cheeky wink and pours flour into the plate.

You giggle and give Eddie a slice of chicken breast, and he dips it into the flour. This happens for a while. You cut up the chicken, Eddie dredges it in flour, and while you’re working you glance at him for a few times.

You just noticed how tall is he. You have to lift your head to see his face. You look up at him for a few times and you notice his strong jawline, his straight nose and his kissable lips. Kissable?! Your strange thoughts make you turn back to the chicken as fast as you can and try to calm down.

’’You’re okay?” Eddie asks and tilts his head down to scan your face what is burning under your skin.

You swallow and nod, ’’Yeah.”

’’Are you sure? You’re panting,’’ Eddie furrows his brows as he continues to stare at your face.

’’I’m fine. It’s just a little hot here, isn’t it?” you fan yourself with your hand to chase away the burning feeling and smile at him awkwardly.

Eddie looks at you like you are an idiot then turns aways from you and glances back at your phone screen,’’The next step is put them into a pan with oil and butter.”

You nod and squat down to the lower cabinet for a pan. When you straighten up you notice Eddie’s eyes on you. ’’What?” you ask.

He shakes his head and mumbles, ’’Nothing.” You raise an eyebrow at his answer and put the pan on the stove.

The next few minutes pass in silence. Only the sizzle of butter can be heard in the kitchen as Eddie takes the chicken breast into it. Now the chicken is sizzling too, and both of you are waiting. Eddie stands next to counter with one hand on it. You rely on your elbows on the counter and watch the food starting to be cooked. There is nothing but the silence. The silence what is coming to be awkward and you glance at Eddie for a moment. To your suprise he stares at you and when Eddie catches your eyes he chuckles a little.

’’What?’’ you ask.

’’Nothing,’’ he grins and shakes his head in disbelief before looking back at you. ’’You know, you are not like what I thought at first.”

’’Well, you are not too.” you grin at him. ’’I thought you will be mean with me.”

’’Mean? With you?” he raises his brows.

’’Yeah.” you nod and start to rocking on your heels nerviously. ’’The guys like you, you know… They’re not very nice to girls like me.”

’’Like you?’’ Eddie asks back, then looks down on you and back. ’’You mean, because of…?” he touches his arm with his hand reffered to his skin and you nod. ’’Oh…’’ That’s all what he says.

You shrug like it’s not a big deal but for some mysterious reasons Eddie starts comforting you. ’’They were idiots because if they were smart, they would know that we are all the same under our skin. I mean flesh, veins and blood, and this is my personal opinion, but these people are colored, not you, because white guys like me go out to have a sunbath and they’ll have red skin after thirty minutes, but you…” Eddie points at you. ’’You will reamin as beautiful as you are right now.”

You blink at him in shock. These things what Eddie said are shocking and strangest thing is that Eddie thinks you are beautiful. Unsure what to say, you clear your throat and look away for a moment to collect your thoughts. What can you say to that? A ’’thank you” is not enough.

Suddenly, a knock breaks the atmosphere between you and Eddie. You raise your head up curiously and straighten while Eddie goes to the door and opens it. A small smile crosses his face as he welcomes the unexpected guest. ’’Harrington!”

’’Hi! Hi Bambi!” Steve Harrington smiles at you as he enters the apartman and you smile back at him.

’’Hi, Steve! How are you?” You ask sweetly, follow Eddie with your eyes who steps to his bag on the couch.

’’I’m good. You? What are you cooking?” Steve looks at the pan on the stove and before you can answer, Eddie walks back to Steve and hands him a small bag of weed. ’’Thanks.” Steve nods and puts it into his back pocket. ’’Would it be a problem if I’ll pay for these later?”

Eddie rolls his eyes at him. ’’Yes, it would be a problem if you don’t get out in five seconds.”

Steve grins at him then waves to you with a ’’bye, Bambi, nice to see you” as Eddie closes the door behind him. You shake your head and chuckle, then turn to the stove. While you take out the chicken breasts into a plate you see Eddie in the corner of your eyes, still standing by the door, watching you work.

’’So, are you a drug dealer?” you ask him to break the silence.

He snorts and walks past you, ’’What can that guy say whose mother died when he was a kid and whose his dad was shit?” he asks mockingly.

Now you are the one who snorts and says, ’’My mom died too and I’m not a drug dealer.”

’’I’m sorry for your mom.” His voice is serious and when you look up in his face you see his face is serious too, like he really mean it.

’’It’s okay,’ you shrug and turn back to the food. ’’My dad wasn’t shit as yours, so…”

’’Yeah, Sinclair said your father is doctor and you have siblings.”

’’I have four brother and one sister,” you nod and grin at Eddie when you see his jaws dropped. This is a frequent thing for you, everybody gets shock when they find out that you live in a big family. Eddie can’t say anything too just ’’Wow!” and you giggle.

’’Do you have sister or brother?” You ask and Eddie shakes his head.

’’No, just me and my uncle.”

’’Did you live with your uncle?”

’’After my dad got into trouble and went to the jail, because the real work was stinky for him and he found the worst way to make money.”

’’Oh… Sorry about that.” And you mean it, because you can’t imagine how hard it must have been for Eddie, but you can see it in his eyes when he nods and says, ’’Yeah…”.

You feel like you have to say something to make him feel better, so you start with a smile on your face, ’’But you are better than him, right? I mean you have a real job so you’ve outgrown him.”

Eddie snorts and nod with a little laugh, ’’Outgrown him is a little bit too much, because I’m still dealing with drugs, but yeah… Maybe you’re right.”

You smile at him and asks, ’’Are you doing it?”

’’You mean, the drugs?” And you nod. ’’Sometimes.”

’’I’ve never try it before,” you confess to him shyly.

’’Really?” Eddie raises an eyebrow.

’’My brothers used to smoke weed sometimes, but I didn’t dare to try it because I was scared,” you explain and Eddie nods in agreement.

’’Weed can be good if you have good company.”

Without thinking you ask back, ’’You mean, your company?”

Eddie snorts and nods again, ’’Yeah, my company. We can try it if you want to.”

You lift your head up for his answer, ’’Now?”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head, ’’Maybe next time when the others aren’t home again Okay?”

You nod, ’’Okay.”

*****

Eddie said you’ll have to wait because he is too poor to give you a ring, but he’ll work on it. The marry-me chicken was great as the night was also with Eddie. You and him ate together and talked for hours about everything that came to your mind. Eddie is really nice and smart, even though he failed in high school twice. ’’The education was not for me, because I was too lazy,” he said on that night.

The atmosphere between you and Eddie has changed a bit since that dinner. It became like between friends. Not best friends, just simple friends who live together. Sleepy smiles and greetings every mornings. Little questions about yours and his day in the end of the day before you two go to have some rest.

In the middle of the week, you sit at the dining table with your friends. Beverly and Mia are your classmates, and have been friends since the first day of college. Mia says all the time ’’Black girls should stick together”, and Beverly and you agree with her, so three of you spend a lot of time together. Just like that afternoon when Eddie comes home from work.

’’Hello, ladies!” He grins at them and looks at you for a moment as he takes off his shoes. Three of you smile at him and turn back to your textbooks. You need to write an essay due next week and you got an idea with the girls helping each other out.

You see in the corner of your eyes that Eddie goes to the kitchen sink, drinks a glass of water and sighs a big when he swallowed the last gulp. Then he turns around and goes to the couch where are his stuffs. You don’t see him, just hear the sound as he rummages in his bag. You look up for a moment to the girls and you see they’re watching Eddie curiously.

You want clear your throat to catch their attention from Eddie, when a hand touches your shoulder and you almost jump, but you don’t, only a shiver runs down on your spine. It’s Eddie’s hand on you. It’s warm and you can feel how strong, even if his touch is affectionate, when he squeezes your shoulder softly when he says, ’’I’m gonna take a shower. Can I use your shampoo?”

You nod in your textbook and you don’t dare to look up to Eddie or your friends. For a moment it felt like the whole world disappeared around you while Eddie’s hand was on you, but after he let it go you wake up and feel the heat around your face.

You don’t move or look up, until you hear the bathroom’s door voice as Eddie closes it behind him. You want to take a deep breath, but it’s stuck in your lungs when the girls lean closer and start to whispering, ’’What the hell was that?” and ’’Did you see the fact that the metalhead wants the chocolate girl?”

You roll your eyes sarcastically but your mouth twitches, ’’Eddie is just nice.”

’’Yeah, he would be so nice between your legs,” Beverly adds and Mia continues, ’’You know what the rumours say about the guys like Eddie?”

You furrow your brows at Mia, who smiles mischievous and shrugs. ’’They like it rough. Really rough.”

Beverly giggles and covers her mouth with her palm, ’’Now I see why he has handcuffs on his belt.”

’’It doesn’t mean anything,” you say, avoiding the fact that Beverly took a good look at Eddie’s belt.

Mia holds up her hands and shakes her head, ’’I don’t make the rules. I’m just saying the facts about the guys like Eddie. They like to bite if you know what I mean.”

Beverly snorts, ’’You sound like who has experiences with metalheads”. To your suprise, Mia nods and giggles. ’’I had a one-night-stand with a guy. He was creepy, because he wanted to biting my black ass and girls, that shit made him so hard. He fucked the life out of me and left me alone in the morning with bruises around my butt. He was a freak with a beautiful white cock.”

You and Beverly screaming with laughter, you bet Eddie hears your loud joy in the bathroom. As you calm down, you remember the first time you and Eddie met.

A few weeks ago int he kitchen Eddie extended his hand to you and he introduced himself as Eddie Munson. You looked into his dark eyes, as you told him your name - Bambi. He nodded and shaked your a hand a bit as he looked down on you. It was like he eating you with his eyes, which is not mean too good. He looked at you like a predator. A white-man predator who knows he will break you because of your dark skin. You’ve seen this look too many times, and it gave you anxiety as always.

Eddie smirked when he looked up into your eyes. ’’This name is fits to you, because you look at me like Bambi, when the hunter killed his mom. I won’t bite you, unless you ask for it.” He gave you a wink, what made your face burning. But thank God, he let go your hand.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 smut #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x dark skinned!reader #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson x black!reader #bambi and the freak #norah-posts

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Ethan take care MC who is sick

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanon from Mc sick, this time with Ethan. All that's left to do is Neil, Léandra and Farah. I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Underneath his grumpiness and constant bad temper Ethan is a very good doctor. He always takes care of those who fall ill in the manor, even if he sometimes does so by complaining. His only fault is that he sometimes gets a bit overbearing when he's treating others (but what doctor wouldn't get overbearing after trying to treat Aaron or after arguing several times with Vladimir to get him into the manor on the night of a full moon?)

For his part, he hardly ever falls ill. That's pretty unusual for a vampire his age, or so Aaron says anyway, while Ethan simply boasts that he's naturally more resilient. You haven't had to take care of him often because of illness since you've been living together, and the few times it happens he's calm and serious enough not to do anything crazy and to stay in bed resting, which he does with even more goodwill if you agree to stay with him.

You fall ill more often than he does. But he's always looked after you when you're ill and he doesn't complain at all with you, even when a bad cough keeps you both awake or when you snuggle up to him to try and keep warm.

It didn't take long for the abnormal heat you were giving off to wake him up, and Ethan opened his eyes after a few seconds. He looked like a cat that had been woken from a comfortable sleep on the radiator, slowly, he lowered his gaze to you, still pressed against him. His tired little eyes opened wider when he realised you had a fever.

"You're burning up, my darling," whispered the vampire as he gently caressed your cheek.

Her cold hand brought you almost immediate relief, so you leaned back against her a little more to enjoy her coolness.

-I'm not feeling very well," you mumbled in a pasty voice as your only reply.

-I can see that… "

He was about to withdraw his hand to raise himself up on one elbow when you stopped him in his tracks.

"No, leave your hand, it's cold, it feels good.

-I'd rather go and get a cold compress", laughed the vampire before kissing your forehead.

You gave a little disgruntled grunt as he moved away from you to get up this time, but before he left the room he leaned in again to kiss you.

"I'll bring you back a bottle of water and some herbal tea too, try to get back to sleep while you wait for me."

You nodded, and if a small part of your mind wanted to protest at the idea of him going away, you were far too tired for that.

After he left, you tried to get some sleep, as Ethan had recommended, but despite your drowsiness you couldn't close your eyes. You were too cold, then too hot, and when you finally found a comfortable position to close your eyes, you had to sit up straight because of a violent coughing fit that made your throat feel like it was on fire. What's more, your blocked nose meant you had to breathe through your mouth, and you bitterly regretted not having taken more advantage of the pleasant gulps of fresh air you could get when your nose wasn't blocked.

Ethan finally returned after several minutes. He put the bottle of water and the herbal tea within easy reach on the desk, then sat down on the bed next to you to put the cold compress on your forehead. The relief was almost immediate, and you closed your eyes, savouring the freshness, which even soothed your headache a little.

"It's cold, but it's nice.

I hope so," Ethan smiled, It would be a shame if it didn't make you feel a little better," He leaned in to kiss your cheek and you remained silent for a moment as he began to stroke your hair.

You were almost certain that you could have fallen back asleep, his simple presence soothing you. Finally, you gently tugged on his shirt to get his attention before mumbling.

"Lie down beside me.

-Only after you've had some herbal tea.

-So give me the herbal tea and lie down beside me.

Ethan laughed again at the authoritative tone you tried to take, an authoritative tone that didn't sound authoritative at all because your voice was so hoarse.

-All right, all right, my darling, I'm at your service.

You sat up a little on the bed before Ethan handed you the herbal tea. Once the cup was in your hands, he settled into bed beside you and you leaned on his shoulder. You felt good snuggled up to him and after you'd had a little drink you handed the cup back to him to put on the desk.

You were feeling better and better, your headache soothed by the compress on your forehead, and the herbal tea had soothed the burning in your throat and your cough. You were sure you would fall asleep quickly, and in fact your eyes were already closing.

"You're an excellent doctor," you murmured tiredly.

-But I didn't do much.

-Yes, you did a lot.

-All right, I believe you, darling," Ethan replied, pulling you closer to him. Try and get some sleep now, you look exhausted.

You nodded, your eyes already closed, but you spoke again a few seconds later.

-Ethan?

-Hmm?

-I love you.

-Love you too.

#Moonlight lovers #Moonlight lovers Ethan

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #117

I went to bed a little later last night than I should have, but I still managed to get between 6 and 7 hours of sleep. My body is still not in a great state, but it's better than yesteday, and I'm in mostly good spirits. I'm gonna try to go to bed early-ish today. Guess we'll see how that pans out.

I mostly rested today, and that was good. I had originally planned to go to a rock and gem and mineral show nearby (literally like 5 minutes from my house!), but the thought of being in an unfamiliar place with lots of people, without J, M, or Br accompanying me seemed like a bad time. The inside of my head felt like it was full of cotton fluff anyhow, so while I'm sad that I missed out on an opportunity to check out some pretty rocks (and take pictures of said rocks for you), it's probably better that I stayed home. I even stayed home even from the awesome place today, which I feel a little sad about, but I'm not sure I would have been able to withstand the drive in any case.

I made myself some jasmine green tea this morning; it's some stuff that Br got for us, and it's fragrant and floral and absolutely delightful. I wish I could give you a mug. Alas, I cannot. But here are some pictures…

...I think you would like the tea made at my house. I have more kinds here than you can shake a stick at! Well, unless you have a particularly fantastic stick, anyways. But it'd have to have jingly bells and rainbow streamers and glitter all over it to be nearly fantastic enough to match my tea collection, ahahaha! 😄😋

Br came home to our house today and we had some important conversation, and it was good! We also went together to a local wholesale shop, and that was pretty cool. On the drive there, I saw a bald eagle!!! It was notable because while they're not unheard of, they're extremely rare to see where I live. Before today, I had only ever seen them in pictures. It swooped majestically in the sky and perched on a nearby tree. I wanted to take a picture for you, but I wasn't fast enough with my cellphone camera before we had to drive away. I'm sorry about that; it would have been an amazing picture.

Sometime after that, J and I went out for a rainy walk in the evening. It was a very light and very warm rain, and we talked about various things, so it was a really nice time. I tried to take some good pictures for you along the way; I hope you'll like them.

Here's one of a very bubbly puddle. I managed to somehow catch this one just as a raindrop plopped into it:

Here is the umbrella we were using:

I wanted to try to catch the density of the rain by shining the streetlamps on the drops as they fell. I'm not sure how good these are, but I hope you like them anyway:

I also tried to get a few pictures of the trees:

I also tried to get a couple of the moon as it shone through the clouds. My cellphone camera really can't do these justice, but I tried anyways:

...I know you like nature. I'm hoping that any one of these might give you even a little bit of joy and serve as a reminder that there are so many things in this world that are beautiful, if only you look through loving eyes.

I still have mashed potato brains, so I'm probably gonna go to sleep now.

Please remember that you are loved. I'll write again soon. Keep yourself safe out there, and come back to us in one piece...

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #lovely tea #rain walks #wholesome

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HIHI!! can i request a fluff fic of seven from mystic messenger? THANK YOUU

#. Cuddling With 707 !

💭 ‘C0NTENT DESCR1PTION!

. loading 100% 🍓 \\ synopsis : cuddling with an overworked seven? hell yes. ♯. genre = fluff ! word count : 1515

AAAAAH I WOULD LITERALLY GIVE THE WORLD FOR SEVEN THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST KU!! Me when the 4lifers in the gc give the best requests !!! the way i have once again changed my formatting a bit, god damn was it fun to put extra effort into this fic!!

You know that Seven is often overworked. His job mercilessly working him through the nights, leaving him beyond worn out. Unable to really leave much due to the lack of energy, you can't help but feel so incredibly bad when you'd notice the small details. Disheveled hair, bags under eyes, constant yawning, you wish you could do more for your boyfriend to help take the stress of the workloads off of him. As you begin brainstorming to yourself at your desk, suddenly you get a ping on your phone, it seems to be a notification from the messenger. Your curiosity peaks as you wonder who sent a message this time.

Y/N! Mannn im so tired T_T... just had to work another all-nighter lolol

"Again... what if I maybe head over to his place to go hang out with him? Getting his mind off of everything happening with work might help him out. Why does being a hacker have to be such a complicated and hard job anyway..." You complain, but alas you can't just expect Seven to not have a job. You begin typing up a response.

SEVEN!! Good afternoon<3 are you alright? How are you feeling right now? You should really take a nap or something soon if you're this tired, I don't want anything to happen if you don't sleep enough.

Nah don't worry about it darling~ I'll be just fine. This is normal anyway, so I'll just make some coffee or something and try to find something to do

Well.... how about this, why don't I head over to your place. I really have been missing you and I'd honestly really like to see you right now

Omg... I'd actually really love that yes!! Quick quick come over, faster than you've EVER gone anywhere. Now I wanna see you so so badly!!!

You giggle to yourself at Seven's child-like reactions when he is excited by something. You quickly go to pick out a cute outfit as you type a quick response.

Well then if you say so lol, I'll start getting ready now! I LOVE YOU SEVEN I'LL SEE YOU SOON<3

LOVE YOU TOO BABE! Now, go begin your ultimate speedrun!

You swiftly then begin to get ready, putting on an outfit enough to wow your boyfriend. You hope that this will hopefully make him feel even better, swiftly leaving your apartment right after you pack up everything you may need. The drive over to Seven's place is decently long, seeing as he lives in quite a secluded area. You don't mind though; it is quite nice to be in such a quiet area when visiting him.

As you finally make it, you text Seven asking to let you in since the security system has always been far too confusing to try and learn. You stand there for a few moments once it says he reads your text, until suddenly the door opens. There standing before you is your lovely boyfriend Seven, once again sporting his disheveled sleep deprived look.

"Jesus Christ has he not slept in days?!" You worriedly ask yourself. Due to that worry, you quickly rush in to hug Seven feeling as though he needed it. You tightly embrace him, ensuring that he is wrapped in nothing but the tender feeling of your overwhelming love to take away any worries he may have. His face lights up in response, beyond happy to see you. You then realize how much he must have missed you while constantly working, which makes you only wanna hug him tighter.

Seven breaks through the silence of you both hugging to lean down and give you a tender kiss on the forehead, "I missed you so much babe!" He lets out an accompanying yawn. "Come on inside." He says with an adorable grin on his face. You can already tell he feels quite happy which can't help but make your heart feel even warmer. "Oh yeah... heh- I'm sorry about the mess. There's things like everywhere but, I'll try to get to cleaning it as soon as possible." Seven let's out an awkward laugh and you walk in to see the effects of your boyfriends' sleepless nights on his small house. Empty bags of Honey Buddha chips, energy drinks, barely anything that's really even considered food.

"Oh, it's fine, I can help you clean! Just like always don't pick up any of the stacks of papers and other documents rights?" Knowing that Seven keeps a lot of confidential info in here, you make sure that you offering to help wouldn't be invading in the privacy of his work.

Seven smiles once again at your kind gesture, "Well, I wouldn't want to have you cleaning up after my mess but thank you so much babe! I really appreciate the offer~ you can just pick up the small items all over the floor I'll take care of the papers later when it doesn't feel like my body is gonna slump over and just..." He then dramatically slumps back in his desk chair, "And just die...!" He laughs in response at his own joke, to which you nudge at him for his teasing, "Well then, you better make sure you get some good sleep tonight cause maybe you 'just dying' isn't very fun!"

Trying to change the topic from his current sleep situation, he quickly brushes off your comment. "Yeah yeah, you do look incredibly pretty in that outfit right now though. Literally just seeing it makes me want to kiss you more and more by the second..." You can see Seven's face has gone a shade of pink, and he is trying to contain his smile of awe.

"Well, I wanted to make sure that I dressed my best today to see you! I thought it would put a smile on your face and well, mission accomplished~" You walk forward and proceed with the kiss before the redhead could get to it. The sudden showing of affection makes Seven whip out the theatrics again, "Oh alas, it seems as though the princess has stolen my heart again! Looks like I gotta get you back and do that to you unexpectedly now!" You both proceed to giggle as you begin helping to pick up the small pieces of trash on the floor, tables, etc. Buy, you couldn't help but continue eyeing Seven, knowing that he doesn't want you to be concerned about his current state. It's not until you see him stumbling around, obviously barely even to keep his body even standing, you quickly panic and rush over to the redhead.

"Seven! You need to rest, now! You can't just keep causing harm to your body and saying it's okay. If you're worried about causing me concern, then please know you'll only cause me more from not taking care of yourself. Please babe, rest..." You plead softly as you lead Seven over to his bed.

"Y/n... please don't feel like you have to be so concerned for me- I'm fine I swear." He tries to give a soft laugh to reassure you, but it's obvious that his body cannot even muster that in the state it's in.

"Nope, don't wanna hear it!" You place your boyfriend on his bed, placing yourself right next to him.

"But whyyy- y/n, you traitor!" Seven whines.

"Traitor? Yeah alright, how dare I make you lay down~" You teasingly reply as you nudge yourself closer to the redhead. Stroking his hair slowly in rhythmic patterns, you begin to bring Seven in another warm embrace. "Seven, I care about you... so incredibly much. I don't want you to just start assuming you can just mistreat yourself right after working for so long. Please, start taking care of yourself more babe." You lecture him as you kiss him on the forehead, he looks down.

"Yeah yeah... I'll try y/n- I'm sorry for keeping you so concerned, you really don't need that kind of stress." He places his head right under your chin, his hair tickling along your next as you continue stroking his hair.

You give a smile, "Don't apologize Sev~ just... get some good rest my love."

He doesn't respond, but that's fine. You continue to lull the redhead to sleep until finally, you can hear his soft peaceful snores. Never has it looked like someone could be enjoying sleep more than Seven in that very moment, that's what gives you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Just holding him, keeping him close and protecting him. Your heart skips a few beats at first, your face a shade of pink.

Your eyes begin to slowly drift into slumber as well.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Red and Blue

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating DARK

Warnings - drugs / drug abuse / mentions of SA / adult themes / medical emergencies

I yawned as I slipped my shoes on and ran a hand through my hair trying to keep my head on straight after only one coffee. I pulled open my door with force as it had gotten stuck again and began to slowly trudge up the muggy stairs, as soon as I got to street level I noticed a car parked behind mine loaded with items I hadn't seen the car before but I didn't think too much about it and just got my mail. Once I got all my mail I headed back down but I noticed the door on the first level was open, I know that apartment's been empty for months so out of curiosity I peeked inside. 

The apartment was much like my own a pretty bare-bones place, slightly nicer than mine given it was not as far down and damp, some boxes littered the place mostly with clothes spilling out, and I saw a girl.

Ooohh... Hello, 

She stood sorting things and unpacking into the apartment, she had this insane pair of platform heels on, tights, some little blue shorts, a white... I think I can call that a top, it's a small top or it's a large bra not confident which I would class it as, with a sheer black top over it, she hadY/H/C hair hung loose and sweet Y/E/C eyes, she was small, really small actually, but that body... holy hell I'd do anything to get my hands on a body like that. 

She spots me looking through her door and jumps a little, 

"Can I help you?" she asked, 

"Uhhh Hello,"

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Ohh uhh Benny Watts, I live downstairs." 

"Oohh." she nodded, "Hi," she offered her hand, "Y/n,"

"Nice to meet you," I smiled giving her hand a shake, "You uhh you just moved in?"

"Yeah today," She nodded, "How long have you been here?"

"A good few years now, it's a nice place I hope you like it. But just be careful when it rains you find the place gets very damp after."

"Thanks," she chuckled, "Luckily I won't be here all that much I'll most be at work, So you won't get any trouble out of me,"

"Yeah I'm away a lot so you likely won't get a lot of trouble out of me either," I laughed, "What do you do if you don't mind me asking?"

"Ohh I work nights," She said, "Uhhh down at glitter bomb," 

"Hu... cool" I nodded,

I could have sworn I'd heard of that place before, it rang a bell but I don't think I've ever really paid much attention,

"Anyway, I uhh... I'm just downstairs if you need anything so, I'll let you get back to unpacking," 

"Thanks, see you around Benny,"

"Yeah see you around Y/n," 

I headed down to my apartment and threw my mail on the side before sitting down at my table and letting out a sigh, 

"Hu... Hot neighbour, Cool," I nodded, before I glanced down at myself, "Oooh yeah... I went up in my kimono and jeans... Cool." 

I Forced myself out of bed trying to get back on a regular sleep schedule after being so jet-lagged from Paris, I headed across the apartment and made myself a coffee. I leaned against the counter as I sipped the sweet coffee and I perked up a little as I heard a noise upstairs, I heard the stiff door to Y/n's apartment opening and the clobber of heels on the floor above me, Hu... I hadn't heard her all night, and actually last I heard her was just before I went to bed I heard her heading out, Well she did say she worked nights which would explain why I don't see her much. But after a while, I heard footsteps coming down and a knock on my door, 

I perked up set my coffee down and headed to the door opening it with a shove,

"Ohh Hi Y/n," I smiled at her as she stood outside my apartment with a large black coat,

"Hey, I hate to be a bother..."

"no no, it's okay what's up?" 

"I just finished a double shift, and my hot water is broken. I just need to clean up I'll be like ten minutes do you mind if I use your shower?" 

"Ohh yeah sure no problem come right in," I told her letting her in and shutting the door behind her,

"Thanks I've called the landlord like six times about the water. I normally shower at work but it was so busy,"

"Yeah, the landlord is a cunt. Don't worry about it. Showers just there,"

"Thanks," she said, 

"You know, you'll never get anything out of the landlord, If you want I can pop up one afternoon when you're at work and have a tinker with your water heater see what I can do?"  

"Thanks but it's okay I'll call a guy next week when I get paid," she said as she slipped off her jacket and revealed her little white dress covered in glitter and shimmer, and her little boots which she then began unlacing, 

"If you're sure, but he'll wanna come while you're there, and you work nights? so do you really want some guy banging around your water heater while you're trying to get some rest before work?" 

"It's fine I sleep like death," she said kicking off her boots,

"Alright, I uhh I'll go sit in my bedroom-"

"It's fine. I don't care."

"You sure?" I chuckled,

"I really do not care," she laughed slipping off her dress and revealing her naked body covered in glitter and body shimmer, my eyes went wide as I tried to take in every single inch of her, as she pulled her hair out of pigtails, 

"Uhhhhhhh... right... okay..." I gulped, as I looked her over. 

She climbed into the shower and turned it on pulling the curtain across as she began to wash, I did my best to not look but FUCK she was hot. God damn, I would sell my fucking car for that ass! I did notice how small she was, I could see her ribs, and she looked weak but beautiful. I felt very strange about it. I wanted to touch her, to throw her on my bed and make love to her, but I also wanted to take her to a doctor and get her a pizza. I mean... If she walked in with a pizza and said we could eat it and then have sex... I'd probably marry her. I'd marry any girl who did that. I sat at my table and did my best to bury myself in my chess board and my coffee trying my best not to stare even if I REALLY wanted to. 

"So uhh how was work?" I asked trying to break the tension,"

"Fine, I worked a double shift so my feet are killing me,"

"Maybe you need some new shoes? maybe get yourself something a little lower?"

"I have to wear six inches or higher," 

"Ahh... for work?"

"Yeah,"

"Ohh... What uhh what do you do exactly?"

"I work at glitter bomb,"

"Yeah, uhh that a clothing store? A resturant?"

"It's a club," she said turning off the shower,

"A club? Ohh you a waitress then?"

She opened the curtain revealing her clean naked body dripping with water, "A dancer." she said, "Could you grab me a towel?"

"oh... Uhhh yeah..." I nodded getting up from my seat fetching her a black towel and handing it over, "Soo uhh you dance? At glitter bomb... in six-inch heels... all night?"

"Yeah," she nodded drying herself off, 

"... This uhhh this club, you uhh you mind I come to see you perform sometime?"

"Awww, no not at all Benny," She nodded, "I'm working again tonight if you want,"

"you are?! You just did a double shift,"

"Yeah I'll be fine," she shrugs getting herself a small dress from her bag which she changed into once she dried off, "Thanks for letting me borrow your shower, Benny,"

"Don't worry about it Y/n, if you want as your heating is down too you can sleep down here?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, no not at all, you can sleep in my living room," I told her,

"Thanks that would be really nice," 

I nodded and fetched the airbed from my bedroom and got it set up on the living room floor for her, "Here you go, and if you need another blanket let me know,"

"I will do," she nodded, "Thank you, Benny," she smiled giving my cheek a kiss which made me blush a little but I stopped short as she sat on the air bed and put two bottles on the table one red bottle and one blue, both filled with little pills, 

"...What are those?" I asked, 

"My pills."

"Pills?"

"Yeah, I take them every day."

"For what?" 

"Well, I take them from the red bottle for energy, they keep me awake, help me dance, make sure I can... function,"

"And the blue bottle?" 

"They help me sleep, calm me down, basically counteract the red ones."

"Uhh... okay... What are they?"

"Just medication." She shrugs, "Why?"

"Just curious," I told her,

she nodded and opened the blue bottle, she took two of the little pills from the bottle and forced them down without even a drink. Once she swallowed them and put the lid back on the bottle, she sighed and laid herself down on the airbed. "Goodnight Benny,"

"Night Y/n," I nodded,

I got back to my board and got on with some work for a while she tossed and turned until I looked up again and noticed she was dead asleep, she lay in the bed the blanket hardly over her as she breaths shallowly and her body still, as if she had fallen into a dead sleep, I picked myself up and walked over she didn't stir or even notice. I pulled the covers up her and again nothing as if I had never even noticed, I put my hand on her neck and for a few seconds her heart seemed strange but not enough to call an ambulance over, so I sat in my chair and kept an eye on her for a good few hours. I couldn't take it any and I grabbed the little blue bottle but the label had no information, no ingredients, no name, she didn't get these from a doctor that much was obvious. So I set the pills back and sat keeping an eye on her. 

I parked up my car and climbed out with a sigh, As I did I saw Y/n all but bouncing down the street in her little plaid skirt and a tie-up shirt, herY/H/C hair in a ponytail, barefoot, and clearly... on fucking mars.

"Uhhh Hi Y/n,"

"Benjamin!" She giggled running over and jumping on me,

"Whoa! Hello... how uhh how are you doing?"

"Tree-men-dous..." she giggled, "tree... men... Benny..."

"Yes?"

"Are you a tree man?"

"A... A tree man?"

"Yes... so tall," She said patting my head, "And so fluffy," She giggled stroking my upper lip,

"Okay... are you alright Y/n?"

"I was meant to work today,"

"why aren't you at work?"

"Work... be clothed...."

"clo- closed? why is work closed?" 

"Mices..."

"Mice? Ra- Rats! Your work is closed today for rats!"

"Big mices..."

"Okay, so why are you in the street?"

"I already took my work pills..."

"...Ahh... okay..." I nodded, "Come on Y/n, I'll get you to bed." I told her putting my arm around her and taking her down to her apartment, I took her inside and laid her in her bed, "You get some rest I'll make you some coffee." I told her before really looking around her apartment, she had no food, no coffee or tea, everything was clean and tidy but her shower which was covered in glitter, her bed was half broken and the sheets hadn't been changed in months, the bed stained without its sheet, she had clearly lost her bladder while in it more then once, she had stacks of her tips and pay on the coffee table, the place was so strange but it was obvious why, she takes her pill goes to work high as a space station and works in this state of altered reality ecstasy, then comes home takes her pills and falls as low as a mine shaft lays in her bed and sleeps until it all starts over. She doesn't cook. she doesn't clean. she doesn't entertain or have friends over. She works herself stupid, comes home and lays herself on her bed too out of it to even make it to the bathroom. I changed her bed for her and made the apartment as clean as I could getting her some groceries and such. All with her bouncing around like a child, before I sat her down and tried to help.

"Y/n?"

"Ummmmmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Spectacular..."

"Because of your pills?"

"Mhm," she nodded lying around her sofa happily,

"Where do you get these pills, Y/n?"

"Dylan."

"Dylan? Your manager?"

"Dylan says I dance best with my pills,"

"...Y/n how long are your shifts?"

"I work from four to nine," she giggled,

"Four to nine? That's sixteen hours? How are you even able- You're able to dance and work sixteen-hour shifts becuase of these aren't you? If you don't take them you can't stay on your feet?"

"No... I will fall down..."

"Yeah from fucking exhaustion, how many days a week do you work?"

"...All,"

"All? Do you work sixteen-hour days, seven days a week? Y/n that's illegal! let alone unethical! Are all the girls on these?"

"We like to share..."

"Okay..." I sighed, "What about the blue pills? they put you to sleep?"

"Coutnerating"

"Co- Counteracting? So they bring you back down. Can... can you even sleep without them?"

"Nope. Only blue sleeps."

"Y/n... do you... like taking these? They make you manic, make you work your ass off, you don't eat, hardly even able to sleep, you don't have a life outside of this... do you like it?"

".... No... but it's work," 

"Do you want to stop?"

"... I don't know,"

"Would you want me to try and help you to stop?"

"I... I don't know-"

"Well, what do you want Y/n, anything in the world what do you want?" 

"... peace." she said, "for a while,"

"What does peace look like?"

"the sunset... birds in the sky... ocean as it kisses the sand... the warm gentle wind..."

I smiled a moment and took her hand, "I travel a lot, you know that have you travelled much?" I chuckled, 

"I've never left New York..."

"Well... I know that the best most beautiful beach I have ever seen in the world is this little place in Hawaii called Hanauma Bay, there is this beach and it is beautiful the sea is clear, the sky stretches for miles with hardly a cloud, the sand is that sweet golden colour that feels like your walking over pillows," I explained, 

"It sounds like heaven," 

"It's close. You know... I could take you someday? just you and me. Would you like that?" I asked and she nodded, "Okay, How about we make a little deal? You can stop taking these, and I'll help you, and once you feel like you don't need them anymore, I'll take you there. I promise." 

"You mean it?"

"I mean it. I swear it."

"Okay," she nodded, 

I woke to a loud banging on my door I got up and rubbed my eyes slipping my kimono on and forcing open the door where I saw Y/n in her nightie shivering and crying,

"Whoa whoa! Are you okay!"

"I... I can't remember how to sleep..." she shivered,

"It's okay, come on" I let her in and hugged her,

"I need my-"

"No, no I know it's scary. But you promised you'd keep your blue pills down here with me just for this weekend." 

"Please... please Benny I can't sleep,"

"How about just for an hour, you come lay in my bed. if you still can't sleep... you can have one pill. if not you just get some rest and I'll carry you back to your bed okay?

"...okay"

"good girl, come on," I cooed taking her to bed with me, I tucked her in, gave her the best pillow and laid down with her I stroked her hair softly and let her cuddle me as much as she wanted, "You still up from work?"

"Mhm,"

"How many did Dylan make you take tonight?"

"Four..."

"Okay..." I sighed, "Did he come back with you tonight?"

She nodded,

"Okay..." I sighed trying not to groan at the thought, Dylan did this a lot he'd come home with her when she was too off it to say no, 

"You don't mind me staying?"

"Not at all," I cooed, "You're safe here with me. I promise," 

"Benny?"

"yes, Y/n?"

"Could I kiss you?"

"... you don't have to do that-"

"I want to,"

"only if you're sure it's what you want."

"I'm sure,"

"Okay," I nodded 

I didn't move I let her come to me, and she moved close giving my lips a soft kiss, I kissed her back softly and gently, but she tried for more but I moved back,

"No."

"But-"

"Y/n No."

"...don't you want to?"

"I want to..." I gasped, "But not when you're like this." I whispered, "When you feel yourself again, then we will. But not until."

"Okay..." she nodded cuddling up to me and soon enough she began to drift away, "Thank you, Benny,"

"You're welcome Y/n," 

I headed through the city, I promised Y/n I'd pick her up and take her for breakfast, I found Glitter bomb and headed inside. I didn't need to pay the cover as the door guy knew me fairly well now, I headed inside the dark and smoky room, the floor covered in glitter. Men who had been here all night looming like dogs at the bottom of stages, The girls covered head to toe in body shimmer, with chunkier glitter across their breasts as was the gimmick here. I headed to the corner stage popular as always, with the silver pole in the centre. 

Y/n danced there, I admit she looked beautiful as always, Her hair pinned up in a bun with shimmer and iridescent glitter glued in, her pale skin coated with silver body shimmer giving her almost a robotic look as her skin shined and shimmered. Her breasts were covered in iridescent glitter glued to her breasts like pasties, and a pair of white glittery panties all that concealed her, in eight-inch iridescent platform heels, she danced and took her tips quickly. I went over and waved at her, and she smiled and continued her dance part of me was struggling to see if she really saw me, she was out of it as she often was at work, she always took her red pills before work to 'help her have the energy to dance' even if they often meant she was off planet. But her boss Dylan insisted on it, half the time I thought he hated me, and just wanted to undermine me, as I'd get her to slow down for a few days and then he'd take her in for a double shift and pump her full of god knows what. 

Once she finished her dance she went backstage so I went to the stage door luckily he let me in too, so I headed back and found her at her vanity, 

"Benny!" she giggled,

"Hi Y/n," I smiled kissing her head, "Are you ready my little dancer, for a waffle?"

"waffles!" she giggled, 

"come on get changed and we'll get going,"

"Can we have French toast too?"

"If your quick yes."

"whoa- whoa- what's all this then?" Dylan laughed as he came back, "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"We're going for waffles!" Y/n giggled,

"Aww honey you have a shift remember," he told her,

"Uhh no she doesn't." I snapped,

"Yeah, she does. she just got here."

"she's been here since four yesterday I know. I brought her."

"no, no she just got here. sit on down and do your make-up so you can get out on time,"

"But... but Benny you said it was time for waffles?" she asked,

"It is time for waffles, I'm taking you for breakfast just as I promised." I told her, "He's trying to make you work a double without telling you. Or paying you."

"Dylan!" she complained,

"How about you back the hell off Benny,"

"How about you leave her the fuck alone." 

"she's my employee,"

"she's my girlfriend."

"Fine. She can go." he sighed, "but you're not having waffles. you need to stay skinny."

"She can have one waffle." 

"No, she can't."

"Yes. she can."

"She puts on a single pound she hasn't got a job here."

"Fine." I glared, "She doesn't need your job. come on Y/n," I told her, 

I sighed as I cradled Y/n in my arms she had gotten the jitters again so I held her tightly to stop her from hurting herself as she shook and trembled, I could feel her crying into my shirt so I kissed her head and did my best to make her feel safe, warm and comfortable. But she was struggling so badly with violent mood swings since she stopped taking the pills completely, I was proud of her, but also very scared for her. She was getting somewhat better, she was going full days without her pills, and she was gaining weight again, but she was having these horrible episodes of panic and violent swings,

"shhh shhh shh... it's okay... it okay Y/n,"

"Benny I'm scared...."

"I know It's okay, I'm going to keep you safe,"

"I love you..."

"I love you too," I told her giving her a sweet kiss, 

I sighed as I sat reading my book when Y/n kissed me and got up heading towards the bedroom. 

"where are you going?"

"To bed," she said sheepishly,

"Alright, have a nice sleep sweetheart,"

"I will," she smiled, and as she headed into the bedroom I heard the clatter of the pill bottle,

"Y/n."

"Yes, Benny?"

"You said you were going to try and sleep without them tonight?"

"Can I just try one more night?"

"you promised," 

"Please!"

"No. You promised not tonight."

"Benny!"

"Y/n No, you are doing so good please just one more night if you can't handle it tomorrow you can have one."

"That's not fair Benny!"

"It's very fair,"

"No! I need them!"

"You don't need them," I told her, "You've slept so well this last week, without your pills,"

"Benny please! I need them,"

"No. You are not having them tonight." 

"Yes, I am!"

"No your not!"

"Benny Let me have my pill!"

"no! You don't need them you not having them!"

"What if I go. then you can't stop me!"

"-what..."

"You can't stop me if I leave!"

"Y/n-"

"I'm going! and you can't stop me!"

"Y/n no..." I began, "You can't just leave,"

"I am going!" she demanded packing a bag,

"No, no Okay! Okay, you can have one pill."

"No!"

"What!"

"No. I am going. Then I can do whatever I want." she said putting her pill bottles in her bag and heading to the door,

"Y/n please," I began chasing after her, "Please just come back you can take them I promise!"

She huffed and rushed up to her own apartment even though she hadn't been in it in months, 

"Y/n!" I yelled but she slammed the door, "Y/n! please..." 

I hadn't seen Y/n in weeks, I was so worried about her, I had tried to call her, tried to see her, even tried going to her old job but I never got to see her. I headed down the street tempted to get myself some pizza for dinner, I cut through an alley and I saw a box and someone shivering inside,  I glanced at them and felt bad, but I froze up as I saw herY/H/C hair. 

"N-Y/n!" I moved to see her,

"B- benny..." she shivered, as she sat protected with a box and blanket around her, 

"Ohh my god- What happened?"

"I- I-"

"It's okay, it's okay. Come on I'll take you home with me,"

"No, I have a shift,"

"A shift? Oh my- You went back to working at glitter bomb!"

She nodded, "Dylan gave me my job back..."

"so you're still taking the pills?"

she nodded, 

"You're still dancing?"

"I am,"

"I thought you wanted something better than this?"

"This is what I'm worth."

"No, you're are worth far far more than this Y/n, You're smart and beautiful, and you deserve so much more than this," I told her, "Come on you can come back and sleep in my bed, I'll run you a hot bath, we can get as much pizza and waffles as you want, just come back. And I swear to you I will keep you safe, give you a life better than this, and we can take that trip? like we always promised?"

"I have a shift... I'm sorry Benny," she said gathering her stuff and heading down the street towards the club, but I was not letting her walk away again, I followed her, all the way to Glitterbomb. 

The bouncer refused to let me in like he used to so I had to pay double cover for him to let me in. 

I tried to go backstage but they wouldn't let me, so I had to wait I sat by her usual stage and I could see Dylan talking to her backstage belittling her, I wanted to run back there and deck him. He forced her to take more red pills and forced her out as the music began. I tried to talk to her, tried to reason with her but she wasn't even in this universe. She must have been taking them while on the street, I can imagine why I imagine it's the only way she'd even sleep out there and now after he shoved her full of even more she was a new level of out of it. I'd never seen her so bad, I tried to reason with her but she didn't even know it was me. 

I couldn't leave her, not like this. 

suddenly as she did a spin she fell to the floor, her body began to contort and tremble worse than I had ever seen,

"Y/n!" I bolted to her side, Dylan came over but I pushed him away, "She needs an ambulance! someone call an ambulance now!" I demanded as I felt her heart jumping and bucking before she suddenly stopped. "No... no no no no..." I muttered I quickly did my best to restart her heart I know I was hurting her but I couldn't stop I felt her heart start again and I cried I was so happy she was okay, moments after the ambulance arrived and whisked her away. I got the name of the hospital from them and bolted home getting in my car and driving to the hospital.

I sat in the waiting room for hours watching people come and go, but no news. I was close to giving up but I just wanted to see she was alive. A nurse came over and I perked up having been sleeping on my jacket.

"Benny watts?"

"Yes!"

"You came in looking for Y/n correct?"

"Yes. yes, that's right is she okay!"

"she's just woken up now."

"...Ohh thank god,"

"she has said you can see her if you'd like?"

I nodded and followed the nurse through to a small room where Y/n sat, they cleaned her up but she looked terrible, barely alive, cables and tubes coming from her, she was so small I could see every bone, her hair thin and falling, 

"Y/n... ohhh sweetheart, what have you done to yourself," I muttered crying as I sat beside her and took her hand, 

"Benny..."

"It's me. It's me I'm right here."

"I'm sorry-"

"You have nothing to be sorry about. you hear me."

"Benny... I don't want a life like this..."

"I promise you if it's what you want. I will throw those pills down the toilet and I will be here and hold your hand every step until you are better. I will give you a proper life, no more dancing, no more pills, no more Dylan, no more street corners, Just you and me. I will keep you safe, and I'll do everything we always promised becuase I love you. But you have to promise to try. to promise to work with me. if you want this life with me I will stop at nothing to give you it,"

"I do..."

"That's my girl," I cooed kissing her forehead, "I won't leave your side, not for a moment my love." I cooed kissing her hand, 

"I love you, Benny..."

"I love you too" I cooed, kissing her lips,

"You'll really help after everything-"

"Of course I will,"

"Will you still take me to that beach you promised?"

"I promise I will, as soon as you're better."

I yawned a little as I was pretty tired, watching the view. The sweet sunset across the sky, the infinite stretching sea, the soft sand below me, my hat on my head to keep out the sun as my elbows kept me up to watch the waves and sky, the heat warm and cosy, everything so happy and content.

I felt Y/n sit down with me and I looked at her with a wide smile, seeing her with her toes in the sand, her little blue bikini, her body nice and smooth so much so I felt a desire to tickle her tummy, herY/H/C hair up in a bun, her sunglasses still on her face. 

"Hi," she giggled,

"Hi," I smiled kissing her, "What have you got there?"

"waffles with strawberries and ice cream," 

"Ooohh May I?"

She smiled and offered me a fork full,

"Ummm that's good," I smiled, "a lot of strawberry syrup though sweetheart," 

"I like it,"

"I'm glad you like it," I smiled pulling her so she could rest on my shoulder, "Worth it?"

"All worth it," she smiled kissing my cheek,

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[quicksilverdrabbles]

Kaidan: *holding a Dragon's Tongue flower, walking down the hall of Skyfall Estate towards Morana's room* Hm.. I hope she likes it-

Taliesin: Kaidan?

Kaidan: *looks up, seeing Taliesin already standing at Morana's door* Oh gods, what are you doing here? Need her for something?

Taliesin: Something like that. And what exactly are you here for?

Kaidan: Er.. *hides the flower behind his back, looking down and seeing a box in Taliesin's hands* ... Wait, what's that?

Taliesin: *raises an eyebrow* I don't have to disclose that information to you.

Kaidan: I'll tell if you do.

Taliesin: ... Fine. Seeing as how we have been unable to find a suitable replacement for her mask, I figured Morana would like a headpiece to make her feel more confident about showing her face in public. *opens the lid, revealing a gold and ruby circlet* I happened to find it in a chest she missed during our most recent delve into a dungeon, and it just so happened to be enchanted with Alchemy benefits. I think the gold would be rather nice with her hair color, don't you?

Kaidan: *stares at the circlet in shock* I- Yeah..

Taliesin: And? Now it's your turn.

Kaidan: Er.. *trying to think of a suitable lie* W-Well, I, er- noticed she was running out of potion ingredients, and she mentioned wanting to make a potion with Dragon's Tongue. So...

Taliesin: *staring at the little flower* So you only brought her one?

Kaidan: There was only one that I found.

Taliesin: I think you're lying. And after I was so honest to you, tsk tsk.

Kaidan: Aye? And what exactly are you hoping to accomplish by giving her that? You of all people don't give gifts for free.

Taliesin: Hmph. I think you know the answer to that well enough. You and I are no different in that prospect.

Kaidan: ... I won't back down from this. Not from her.

Taliesin: Oh good. I was afraid Morana only ever had pathetic milk-drinkers chasing after her. *chuckles* Worry not, I have no intentions of playing dirty this time. I would hate to force her into a relationship where the feeling may not be mutual.

Kaidan: I feel the same way.

Morana: *opens the door to her room, leaning heavily on her cane in pain* ...? W-What are you guys..

Taliesin: Oh dear. Bad pains today, raven? *sets the box on a table and moves so she's leaning against him* Why did you get out of bed?

Morana: W-Was.. gonna go.. see Yaksha..

Kaidan: Hey now, your voice sounds more hoarse than usual. Don't go hurting yourself, we'll go get Yaksha for you.

Taliesin: I'll go. Kaidan, help her back into bed.

Kaidan: Aye. *lets Morana lean against him so Taliesin can leave, picking her up once he's gone and carrying her to bed* We've really got to come up with a way for you to let us know when you're in too much pain to get up. This can't be very pleasant for you.

Morana: *blushes, turning to hide her face* I'm fine.

Kaidan: Ha. Obviously not, starlight. Do you need one of your potions?

Morana: No, it's not illness today. Just.. chronic pains. Most days it's bearable, but sometimes... it isn't.

Kaidan: But it always hurts you like this?

Morana: ... Yes.

Kaidan: .. I wish there was something I could do to ease the pain. Aside from leaving Yaksha to bring you medicine.

Morana: It only helps a little bit anyways. *leans into Kaidan gently* ... The warmth helps.

Kaidan: Hm? *looks down at Morana resting her head on his shoulder* Being warm helps?

Morana: A little bit. It was always cold in the lab. The aches never really went away.

Kaidan: Could be you're naturally always cold.

Morana: *sighs, fiddling with a loose string on her sleeve* That too.

Kaidan: ... I'm sorry. *sets her down in bed, wrapping her in a furry blanket* Sit tight, I'll get the fireplace going.

Morana: Mm. *leans back against her pillows, eyes drooping a bit. Her exhaustion is evident, but the pain and the cold keep her from falling asleep*

Kaidan: *throws some logs in the fireplace* Did you manage to get any sleep last night?

Morana: Mm-mm.

Kaidan: I'll let the others know we're not leaving tomorrow. You need some time to rest.

Morana: ...

Kaidan: *glances back at her, noticing her scarred eye squinting more than her uninjured one* ... Can you not see very well out of that eye?

Morana: *shakes her head, brushing her fingers along the burn scars on the side of her face* It never healed properly. I considered getting rid of it, but then I'd be completely blind on my right side.

Kaidan: Hm.. Wonder if the Restoration mage at the College could help with that. Or any healer.

Morana: ... Did we all die and go to Oblivion?

Kaidan: Eh?? What do you mean?

Morana: *snickers, wincing at a sharp pain in her chest* Normally you would never seek the help of magic.

Kaidan: Aye, well.. your wellbeing is a different story.

Morana: I've thought about going to see that face sculptor in the Ragged Flagon. If only to fix my eye.

Kaidan: Not your scars?

Morana: ... It's weird imagining my face without the scars. *looks up at Kaidan, a worried frown on her face* Do you think I should ask her to fix my scars?

Kaidan: Absolutely not. Er- well if you ever decide you want to then I'd support you, but- Uh.. *twirls the Dragon's Tongue flower behind his back nervously* I never want you to think that I want you to change how you look. I've said it before. No matter your scars.. you've always been beautiful to me.

Morana: *brings the blanket up to cover the lower half of her face, ears turning dark red* You always say stuff like that..

Kaidan: *smiles, setting fire to the kindling he added and standing up to let it burn* Yeah, and I always mean it. *pulls the flower out from behind his back, walking towards Morana and tucking it behind her ear* You.. are very precious to me. Every time you say that there's nothing anyone can do to ease the pain you feel.. it only makes me want to try that much harder to heal you.

Morana: *frowns, shaking her head*

Kaidan: You would do the same for us, wouldn't you?

Morana: ...

Kaidan: If it was me? Or Taliesin or Inigo or any of us.

Morana: ... I wouldn't stop until I found a potion to heal you.

Kaidan: Exactly. You would do the same for us, so let us find your potion. Or your spell, or whatever it takes for you to be free.

Morana: *stares up at Kaidan worriedly, considering* ... Kaidan-

Kaidan: Hm?

Morana: I- You really shouldn't- I'm not going to-

Taliesin: *knocking on the door* Morana? Kaidan? I've brought some medicine from Yaksha. He's a bit tied up in an... archery incident between Inigo and Gore at the moment, so he'll be in later to check on you, raven.

Morana: ...

Kaidan: Archery incident? What the hell happened?

Taliesin: Gore challenged Inigo to shoot an apple off of his head. They've both been drinking, he missed and shot his shoulder.

Morana: ?!

Taliesin: He's fine, don't worry. Here. *hands Morana a cup of tea* Yaksha mixed the medicine in with the tea. Should taste just like chamomile.

Morana: *takes the cup with a smile, humming at Taliesin thankfully*

Taliesin: You're welcome... *notices the flower in her hair* Ah, so you gave it to her.

Kaidan: Ah, buzz off.

Taliesin: Hm. Well, I suppose my gift can wait until tomorrow. You'll never feel better if you don't get any sleep.

Morana: *finishes her tea, her expression becoming sad*

Kaidan: You alright, starlight? Does it still hurt?

Taliesin: The medicine won't take affect for a while.

Morana: *looks away, flustered, signing with trembling hands* Can you guys stay with me? I haven't been able to sleep alone lately..

Taliesin and Kaidan: *looks at each other in surprise*

Taliesin: ... I'm not opposed.

Kaidan: ... *sighs, leaning back on Morana's bed* If it'll make you comfortable, starlight.

Morana: Thank you.. *sets her cup on the nightstand and adjusts more comfortably in bed, unwrapping herself from the blanket to toss it over Kaidan*

Kaidan: Ah, you don't have to worry about me. I'm warm with the fire.

Morana: ... *shifts under the blanket so she's cuddled against him, her face burning red* T-That's not why I did it..

Kaidan: *cheeks turning pink, turns so he's more comfortable* ...

Taliesin: Er- Are you quite sure you want me to be there too, raven?

Morana: *looks over her shoulder at Taliesin with pleading eyes*

Taliesin: ... Oh fine. *takes off his boots and gloves, leaving them near the nightstand. He clambers into bed behind her, leaving a respectable amount of room, but still close* Better?

Morana: *hums happily* Much better.

Taliesin: Good. Now to go sleep, dear. And if you feel the need to get up for anything, let us know so we can help you, alright?

Morana: *snuggles deeper into her blanket, nudging it over Taliesin* Mhm.

Kaidan: ... *sighs, running a hand through her short white hair gently* Could get used to this.

Taliesin: Agreed.

Kaidan: *watches as they both begin to fall asleep, a frown forming on his face* But what were you about to tell me..

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#request - 111 posts

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#romance prompts - 61 posts

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Longest Tag: 49 characters

#i'll answer what i can (if not tooo personal lol)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

some more domestic fluff prompts

scenarios: 

 lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie 

 waking their partner up for work when they notice their alarm didn’t go off 

 alternatively: allowing their partner to sleep in because they were overworked anyway and need the rest. 

 one waking up before the other, so they make up their side of the bed and can’t help but tuck in their sleeping lover as they do so. 

 giving the other a spoonful of the meal they're cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls. 

 one is sick, so the other heats up a blanket in the dryer to give it to them while they rest on the couch. 

 listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)

 calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury. 

 wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself

 smiling across the table when their cheeks are full of food and look quite cute. 

dialogue:

 “can you turn the heat on? i’m getting cold...” 

 “you were talking about that table there being a little...bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.” 

 “stop singing into the broom and hurry so we can watch this movie!” 

 “you always fall asleep halfway into the episode.” 

 “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.” 

 “sweetheart, you look cute, but i’m gonna need the sweater.” 

 “i know we had it for dinner last night, but...” *sighs* “the things i do for you.” 

 “did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!” “yeah.” “love, my phone was in there!” 

 “come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both...” 

 “i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better...” 

3,322 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#4

sleepy dialogue for your otp

"getting sleepy, aren't we?"

"i'm...m'up i swear."

"you're blurring your words together, time for bed."

"this is like the fifth time you've yawned in two minutes."

"love, wake up..."

"we're here, come on."

"how long was i out?"

"babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

"you're putting me to sleep...stop."

"you look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."

"do we have to get up?"

"five more minutes."

"shhh...stop fighting and get some rest."

"twenty minutes?" "fine..."

"you look adorable even in your sleep."

"you're so warm."

"well good evening, nice of you to join us."

"babe, are you up?"

"i'm gonna hang up now, kay?" "wait...no."

"goodnight, love."

3,583 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

some sleepy scenarios

## since you all seemed to enjoy the sleepy dialogue prompts~

tracing your lover's features as they sleep

trying to count the freckles on your partner's cheeks when they're asleep

waking up with their legs over yours as they're stretched out and comfortable

taking pictures after finding your lover dozing peacefully while bundled up in blankets

running fingers through their hair as they snooze against your shoulder

feeling their fingers run through your hair while they lull you to sleep

napping on the couch together

hearing them snore a little for the first time

maybe the snoring is small, quiet and you can't help but giggle since it's kind of cute

or maybe it's quite loud and you realize you plan to spend the rest of your life with this

seeing that they're finding a hard time finding a comfortable position so you pull them into your arms

being annoyed because it's extremely hot out and they insist that they cuddle that night

laughing at their messy hair in the morning

sleepy kisses peppered all over their face

seeing them pout or scrunch their nose a little in their sleep

needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up

they're sick and finally fall asleep sprawled out on the sofa ..meaning you can sit for a few minutes yourself

apologizing when you call them and hear their deep, sleepy voice answer

pulling them back into bed before they go to work but they accidentally dozed off again and is about to be late

trying not to laugh too loud when you discover they talk in their sleep and say some very questionable things

4,653 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

the little things - romantic gestures i love

massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day

cupping their cheeks

random "i love you"'s just in case they forgot

kisses on the cheeks

kisses on the tip of their nose

or on their upper lip/cupids bow

playing with their fingers

reading with them

taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so.

fixing their hair for them

pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside

linking arms

tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around

knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen

recording their favorite show on the dvr because you know they'll be in a little late tonight and miss it

gently wiping something off of their face and noticing them smiling because you're just so cute and close

pulling each other into the warmest hugs

dancing together for the first time

letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it

giving them a bite of your food

brushing your teeth together and looking at yourselves in the mirror

resting your head on their shoulder

4,719 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"show, don't tell" - other ways to say "i love you"

  good morning/good night texts 

 pulling the other into a random embrace

 “this reminded me of you” 

 complimenting the features you love most about you lover

 going to hold hands in a stressful situation 

 holding their hands in general 

 “tell me about your day.” 

 saving their name as something cute in your phone

 taking pictures of each other on dates, telling the other how beautiful they are 

 “i’m here for you.” 

 doing a chore/task that you know they don’t enjoy doing

 calling just to hear their voice

 running some errands for them when they’re sick 

 bombarding them with blankets, tea, heating pads, and anything else they’d need when injured/under the weather

 knowing the medicines they’d usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed 

 getting lost in their eyes 

 reminding them how lucky you are to have them 

 peppering kisses all over

 or going in for one passionate kiss that just says it all

 cupping their cheek 

 wiping their tears when they cry  

 “you’re my everything.” 

 “let me know what you need, alright?” 

7,356 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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