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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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I loved your stories with Clarisse. I wanted to know if I could do one where Reader is a daughter of Nemesis. Normally very quiet and "calm", to the point that many don't understand how she and Clarisse work out. But one day, some campers set up an ambush for Clarisse in the capture the flag and she ends up getting hurt. Even though Clarisse doesn't care much, Reader comes up with a plan worthy of Annabeth's surprise, and takes revenge on the campers who hurt her girlfriend. Everyone knew it was her, but there was no concrete proof so she gets away with it.

RAHH‼️‼️

I’m not your friend

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Daughter of nemesis! Reader

An - im Actually loving all these request also i didnt add much of the song to the fic bc low-key i forgot that was the song I choose but it’s ok I’m just a girl

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The conch shell rang loudly. You looked up and sighed, finishing tying your shoes you grabbed your weapon of choice before heading towards your spot at flag patrol.

Clarisse ran past you but stopped. She gently grabbed your waist, kissing you she grinned. “Feel like a winning day?”

“Maybe” You mumbled with a smile. Clarisse kissed you one last time for ‘good luck’ before she ran off to do some hunting.

Many campers were confused about your relationshp. Clarisse who was an arrogant and abrasive girl who had to much pride for her own good, managed to end up dating you a calm collected and quiet daughter of nemesis. Some figured your gentle nature just happened to balance out clarisse chaotic one.

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You aimlessly walked in circles around the flag with the other kid who was patrolling with you doing the same. You stepped on a twig which made a loud snap, you felt an over whelming sense of anxiety. Your kiss earlier for good luck had also connected you and clarisse both in battle a gift you had inherited from your mother.

You grabbed your weapon that was sitting on a near by rock quickly. “Where are you going!” The kid who was patrolling with you yelled as you ran off.

Soon you found clarisse sitting against a tree wincing in pain as her sibling was adjusting her arm into a sling.

“What happened” You anxiously dropped by clarisse moving some curls out of her face. “Fucking Athena kid made some dumbass trap” clarisse nodded her head as a signal for her siblings, they moved her arm fast making her yell a string of insults in Greek. After a few minutes she panted as the pain subsided “Sprained my arm but it’s fine, i can still fight”

“No Your not” You sternly spoke.

“It’s whatever just a sprained arm I’ll live, can’t say the same for that Athena bitch though” clarisse muttered under her breath.

You looked up at her siblings and gave them a look which they understood was ‘don’t let her leave from here’. The kids looked at eachother but kept quiet, you leaned over and kissed clarisse. “Stay here ok.. 20 minutes and if I win the game you will take a break for a few days ok”

Clarisse grinned at the bet “and if you don’t?”

“You’ll get my meats for the next month”

“Fine”

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You spent the next ten minutes getting caught. You get caught then you had the advantage in setting your trap.

Luke tossed you down with a small pile of kids one of which was your brother Ethan. You pretended to be sad and dissaptioned using your clean record charm to your advantage.

“Sorry y/n It’s Nothing Personal Just fun and games” Luke gave you his same old sarcastic smile.

“No it’s ok I get it” you shrugged your shoulders. Waiting for him to walk away you turned to Ethan. “You set the ropes right?” You leaned over and whispered

“Yeah did everything like you asked” he muttered while glaring up at the blue team kid who’s as standing guard over the captured kids.

It took about 10 minutes until you heard a loud commotion, with that you had knocked out the solider standing guard stole the flag and ran off to the lakes shore.

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The final conch rang signaling your teams victory. Clarisse rolled her eyes as she walked over towards you shaking her head at your dumb sarcastic grin. As your group celebrated, the blue team walked over with Chiron in tow.

“Her fucking y/n she’s the one who set up that damn trap” Liam a Hermes kid pointed at you accusingly you however remained innioncent.

“What trap?” You played it off.

“Oh you little—“ liam started to get into your face but clarisse immeaditly stepped in. Chiron however put his arm inbetween the two to keep things cordial.

“How about you tell me what the trap was” the centaur looked down at the angry kid. He had been scuffed up pretty bad with a few bleeding cuts of his own.

“It was a Large rope scheme, we stepped into our safe zone and boom a loud explosion of green fire went off before we could leave more went off getting practically all of our team surrounded in Greek fire, then once we got free half of us were swept up into the tree upside down by that point the flag had been taken and now we’re here and I know it was y/n because… well I can’t actually prove it but I know it was her!”

You kept your innocent appearance with a small smile still denying the accusations.

“I’m sorry Liam but if there’s no solid proof I can’t do anything, as far as I see y/n is innocent” Chiron sighed while setting a comforting arm on his shoulder. The kid scoffed and stormed away, as everybody cleared off you smiled at clarisse giving her a kiss. “So about the bet” you grinned.

“Shut up” she laughed but kissed you back. In the corner of your eye you saw annabeth chase of all people walking over to you.

She stopped infront of you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow confused but waited for her to speak. “I know you set that trap, and I know you made sure not to leave an evidence you did it. Next time you wont be so lucky” she crossed her arms, you knew annabeth was a force to be reckoned with and crossing her was a bad idea. “But you have my respect that was a good trick you pulled today. Enjoy your celebratory dinner” she sighed before walking away.

You looked back at clarisse for a moment. You smiled wide at her laughing at her pretend agitated face at the fact you had won and clarisse ultimate lost.

“You know” clarisse started while walking back to the dining hall with you. “It’s kinda hot how you managed to fuck up a bunch of kids just because I got hurt, don’t tell me your over protective”

“Shut up clarisse”

Clarisse - this is bullshit

Y/n - you lost now you have to rest for a week

Clarisse - again this is bull shit

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#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse my beloved #clarisse x female reader #butch clarisse #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse larue #clarisse x reader #percy jackson show #pjo show #pjo fandom #percy jackson fanfiction

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gisellecnz · 4 months

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GOJO SATORU

summary. You left Satoru and the kids at home to do some grocery shopping, which means that Satoru will have to take care of two babies at the same time.

contents. Fluff, reader is fem, gojo having troubles at the end

authors note. I requested something similar to this from another author, so if they did my request and posted it please don't get the wrong idea! I also wanted to write about it too now 😭

You and Satoru have Two kids, the first one is Satoshi, he's the oldest. He just turned two 5 months ago. Then next was Satoko, she's younger than Satoshi. You gave birth to her around 4 months ago.

You found it cute how your kids got Satoru's genes the most, they have his white snowy hair and those blue ocean eyes that you adore a lot.

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Once, you had to go grocery shopping alone, leaving Satoru and the kids at home.

Satoru wanted to come with you, but you refused and told him to stay at home to take care of the kids. You assured him that it would be fine and no curses would start attacking you, plus you also reminded him that he expanded his infinity to you.

(Gojo fully knows that you're a strong sorcerer, he just suddenly became much more of a worry wart after you gave birth to his baby girl months ago.)

right now you're about to leave the house, but Gojo is looking at you with those big puppy eyes, begging you to bring him grocery shopping with the kids as well.

Well... There were plenty of reasons why you couldn't bring Gojo with you, the first one was that you're still kind of a first-time mom, and you don't know how to handle two babies at the same time in public. And of course, you and Satoru can't leave the kids alone at home, you guys don't trust any babysitter to look out for them since they could be bad guys or curses in disguise.

"Please y/n? I wanna come with you!

"Satoru you're being a baby! You do understand why you can't come right? You have to take care of the kids, it's just some grocery shopping! I swear I'll be alright! Now let me go! "

BANG! the door shuts close loudly.

Satoru pouted and looked down at his baby, "Your mama really is a meanie..no? "he cooed and looked down at his precious daughter who was sleeping in his arms, booping her nose. He's surprised that she didn't wake up from the commotion earlier.

"Ah, I'll just get your brother, 'kay? Don't pull any pranks on daddy when he's back. "- acting as if his 4-month-old daughter could stand up on her legs and start setting up pranks.

He kisses her forehead and places her on a nearby crib beside the sofa and heads towards Satoshi and Satoko's shared nursery room.

As he entered the room, it turned out Satoshi was already wide awake, bouncing and giggling in his crib at the sight of his father.

"Hey buddy, did you miss me that much? Is that why you're excited to see me?" A warm smile spread across Satoru's face as he scooped his son up.

"Pa-pa! Pa-pa!"

Satoru grinned, heart warmed by Satoshi calling him "papa."

"No wonder you're so cute; you look so much like me." And, well, you'd agree. Everyone else does too. Satoshi and Satoru could practically be twins.

Satoru picked up Satoshi from the crib, he checked his diaper for poop. "Oh no, you need a shower, bud." He chuckled, Satoru carried Satoshi to the bathroom, and Satoko too just in case.

After a good 20 minutes of bathing Satoshi, they returned to the nursery. Satoshi, now fresh and clean, rested on Satoru's left arm, while Satoko peacefully slept in her bassinet.

Everything was peaceful, not until a cat from outside accidentally knocked over a metal item which made a loud noise, good thing Satoshi didn't get scared by it, meanwhile, Satoko over here woke up from the noise.

Satoru started panicking when he saw that Satoko's eyes are starting to well up in tears.

"Oh my god- Satoko please don't cry, please don't cry.. "

He started to panic even more when he heard her whimpers, he tried to calm Satoko down by caressing her chubby cheek with his right hand.

"Nonono, not right now please Satoko... "

then boom, Satoko is now crying.

"Oh my goodness." He palmed his face and sighed from failing to prevent his daughter from crying.

"Alright, just a second Satoshi." He couldn't grab Satoko from the bassinet with one arm only, since he was carrying Satoshi in his left arm, So he had to put Satoshi down first. But as he was about to put Toshi down, his son gripped his shirt tightly,

"P-papa..... No..."

Then Satoshi started crying, he didn't want Satoru to put him down. The children's wailing filled the room, Gojo felt like he wanted to cry too.

"Aiyaaa..... Y/n...please save me.. "

Satoru didn't know what to do in order to stop the children from crying at the same time.

end: you arrived home 20 seconds later, you went to the nursery room to check what was the commotion about. When you saw Satoru very exhausted you couldn't help but burst out laughing. But don't worry, you told him that he did a great job and gave him plenty of kissed as his rewards after.

☞ note. this was inspired by that one kbs world tv episode, idk how to make my writings longer 😭 this was so annoying cuz I worked so many times on this fix then when I saved it to my drafts it had an error THEN HALF OF IT DISAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REDO EVERYTHING 😭😭😭

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #jjk fluff #satoru x reader

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jjmaybankswifeyx · 29 days

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don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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hope you guys like this, i am currently on the ganja writing this so i apologise if there’s any mistakes or anything❤️❤️

#zach justice #zach justice smut #zach justice x reader #zach justice and tara yummy #zach justice podcast #dropouts podcast #jared bailey #alyssa ali bert i #smut #youtube #podcast #jealous #drew starkey smut #colby brock smut #jake webber smut #jj maybank x reader

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greg-montgomery · 7 months

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any other world - part 1

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

series masterlist

prologue

once again a huge thanks to this angel @criminalskies 🥹🫂🩷

(38)

“Haley, I said no.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to that name.” She smiled; Aaron assumed it wasn’t a genuine reaction, but more of an attempt to lighten up the mood.

This happened a lot. She’d say something that made him think of you, he’d have a reaction, and she’d pretend she didn’t notice. It broke his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“If you have a different name in mind I’m open to suggestions,” she added, taking his hands in hers.

He leaned in to kiss her. “Just any other name besides Jack. Please.”

“Okay.”

(20)

“Aaron…” you whined, kicking one of the pillows that decorated your bed on the floor. “Be done with it already.”

“My exam is at 8 am. I won’t have any time to revise in the morning. Just give me thirty more minutes.”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

“I know. But if I come to your bed to study, I will not be studying,” he argued, since there was no need of you to say anything for him to get what you were insinuating.

“I’ll just lay my head on your chest. I promise I won’t even talk to you.”

“Fine,” he said, always unable to say no to you; even though your weight on him and your sweet scent would definitely make the letters on his papers start dancing.

But you kept your promise. You carefully laid on him, letting him wrap one of his arms around you. The only thing you did before closing your eyes was kissing the inside of his wrist, just like you did every night.

“Good night.”

“Good night, tulip,” he whispered and turned his attention back to his notes. He’d ace the test and then he’d get to hear the words ‘I’m so proud of you, baby!’ from your sweet lips. Then all the sleepless nights of studying would be worth it.

(21)

That couldn’t be right. There was no way that was right.

H.B.

Aaron would never forget the heartbroken look on your face when you saw those letters. The way your excited smile faded into an expression that went straight through his heart and made it bleed.

He was desperate to comfort you, but how could he find the right words to say when his whole world was crumbling in front of his eyes too? Every single dream, every single plan for the future, every single promise had vanished into thin air.

“These are not my initials,” you said quietly. You were still holding his hand in yours, staring at the new mark on his skin.

“Baby…” he whispered, cupping your cheek.

“No, Aaron,” you said, your eyes slowly filling with tears, “These are not my initials.”

Aaron pulled you into his arms as you broke down crying. You were holding onto him with a strength he didn’t know you had. He rubbed your back, trying to clear up his own thoughts.

How could the girl in his arms not be his soulmate? His best friend, his lover, his partner in everything? You were his family.

“I don’t care,” he whispered in your ear. “I don’t care what the mark says. You’re my soulmate.”

“I’m not,” you sobbed, pulling back so you could sit face to face again.

“You are. You’re the love of my life.”

“Apparently I’m not though,” you raised your voice. He knew you weren’t angry at him, you were angry at life. “God, Aaron, what the fuck? How could we have been so wrong?”

“We haven’t been wrong. I’m not gonna let an unknown fucking force decide who I’m spending my life with. You’re the one I want and I’m staying with you.”

“That’s not how it goes.”

“That’s exactly how it goes.”

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, the way you always did to calm yourself down.

“Maybe we’re just meant to be friends.”

Aaron grabbed your jaw with his hand and pulled your face close to his, “Tell me when I was inside you earlier making you cry about how good you felt, did it feel like we were meant to be just friends?”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist and removed his hand from your face. “It doesn’t matter how I feel.”

“That’s actually all that matters to me.”

A deep sigh escaped your lips. “What are we going to do, Aaron?”

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, as long as we’re together.”

“This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.”

“I know, my tulip.”

“It’s unfair,” you added, like a kid whose toy was stolen by their sibling.

“I know. But I love you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Aaron was grateful you let him hold you when he pulled you into a warm embrace. But it was impossible to keep the thoughts from running into dark places. Like the clear skin on your own wrist which would be soon stained with initials that weren’t going to be his either.

(21)

It felt like the mark on Haley’s wrist was mocking you.

A.H.

The two letters you had been craving all your life to have them written on your skin, were decorating her wrist instead.

Haley was beautiful, smart, popular. The perfect girl next door.

You and Aaron had met her in high school. She was staring in a school play he was forced to participate in because of a bet he’d lost. You got along with her pretty well, and so did Aaron.

Back then you weren’t worried over the way they both used to geek over Star Wars – which you simply couldn’t get into, no matter how hard Aaron had tried to make you love – during rehearsals. You weren’t worried when he’d invited her to his birthday party that year and you had noticed her eyes sparkle when he had played his favorite Beatles’ song.

Back then none of that mattered. Because back then, Aaron was your soulmate.

Yet you still couldn't hate Haley, because she was in pain too.

Her birthday only a month after Aaron’s had confirmed your suspicions that his soulmate was her. And you could relate to her heartbreak, when Aaron had to break the news to her. When he informed her that no matter what their wrists said, he was choosing you instead.

Neither of you truly had him, and in that way you understood her.

(21)

“Here.” You placed the hot cup of coffee you’d made for Aaron, next to his book.

“Thank you, honey,” he said, reaching out his hand to touch your waist under your shirt. With that motion he pulled you close to him, so you were standing right in front of his chair.

He wrapped his arms around you and your own hands got lost between his hair. Aaron left a tiny kiss on your stomach and looked up at you. “I’m anxious.”

“You’re going to do great. You’ve been studying non-stop for days now.”

“I don’t feel like I’m doing enough,” he admitted.

“You’re always so hard on yourself.” Your thumb rubbed the short hair on his temples as you kissed the tip of his nose. The nose kiss was followed by a soft one on his lips, before you pulled away again. “You’re doing more than enough. And I’m so proud of you.”

His dimples made an appearance and your heart smiled at your success. “There’s my boy.”

“Shut up,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. You could just pinch his cheeks every time you made him shy.

“Do you want me to help? We can go through some questions together. I’ll ask, you’ll answer.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking through his notes. “Haley gave me-”

At the realization of saying her name, he paused.

“It’s okay, you can mention her around me, I’m not gonna break,” you said, hoping you successfully hid the fact that you were annoyed.

He cleared his throat and continued. “Her cousin took the same exams last year, so she gave me his notes. He has written down all the questions that were on the test.”

“Good then. Let’s get to work.”

(45)

“Good night, buddy,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on his son’s forehead. Jack usually replied with a ‘Good night, daddy,’ but he was already fast asleep.

As Aaron made his way to the living room in order to clear up the floor from his son’s toys, he heard a knock on his door.

He walked towards it as silently as he could, and looked through the peep hole; the fear of a possible intruder still poisoning his blood.

But the face he saw on the other side of the door took his breath away.

A face he hadn’t seen in years. A face he saw every night in his sleep.

He didn’t let a second more to pass before opening his door.

“Y/N?” he said in a breath.

Your eyes were red, and full of tears. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

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#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch 🪐#any other world

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dreamwritersworld · 6 months

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Space..(mike schmidt x reader)

Your relationship with mike was beautiful before all your responsibilities came crashing down.

late night shifts…

taking care of abby…

arguments…

Now there was tension and you hadn’t spoken to each other in what felt like weeks..

Your days were filled of waking up early beside Mike who was still asleep from the late nights shifts, bags under both of your eyes.

It hurt seeing him so different then before, you guys had fallen in love young and stayed together since then. Once Mike was given the responsibility of Abby everything changed, of course you loved her but it was true.

The reality was you were now given a child and the dynamic of your relationship shifted. You both took your role and for the first three weeks it was stressful yet remained peaceful, Abby wasn’t as open to Mike as she was to you…not until later on.

Two weeks ago is when it started, Mike was getting lazy. It was as if he had given up on taking care of the family..

This was the fifth time in a row that Mike had walked past me, after coming home from work. He hadn’t bothered to say hello, like he usually did before. We haven’t spoken in forever because now he sleeps and goes.

I had woken up earlier than usual to get Abby ready for her picture day. Breakfast was prepped for us, we ate and picked out the clothes she’d wear. I spent the morning perfecting her curls and jewelry, sending her off and leaving her at the parking lot of the school..

“You look so beautiful Abby, I can’t wait to see your pictures!!”

“Thank you Y/n, will you pick me up today or are you working another shift?”

I couldn’t help but sigh remembering that Mike forgot her the other three times, leaving her waiting for me to pick her up while he slept.

“I can’t today princess I’ll be working but I can assure you that your brother won’t forget you!”

Abby smiled and waved goodbye giving me one last hug before she left the car

I made sure to send a text to mike reminding her to not forget her and he replied ok, my worries were taken care of and I had reliefs…

A couple hours later while at work my phone was going off like crazy, and when I picked it up I saw it was calls from the school and I answered immediately, walking away to go someplace quiet..

“Hello? I’m Abby’s caretaker is anything wrong? Did her brother forget her?”

“Ahh yes he did. We were just a little worried as it has been about 20 minutes since school ended, will you be picking her up?”

“Yes! I will I’m leaving work right now! Thank you for calling I’m so sorry for the wait!”

“We understand, we’ll see you soon.”

The call ended and although I remained calm on the call I was infuriated. There I was once again having to tell the boss for the fourth time in the row that my boyfriend had an emergency and i had to pick up his little sister from school…of course he was mad urging me to fix the issue or else we’d have a problem.

I ran to my car soaking wet from the rain, rushing across the roads and through the traffic to get Abby. It was embarrassing, having to pick her up once again seeming like the most imperfect caretaker. This wasn’t what abby needed or deserved and this wouldn’t look good in family court for her either.

The school released abby to me and I stood there for awhile apologizing profusely to the teacher who had to wait for her. Once I made my goodbyes we ran to the car and I realized that Abby was holding tears in her eyes, her curls had gotten messy and her dress wet.

“Oh abby i am so sorry-“

“No! It’s fine! Really it’s fine! It’s not your fault.”

Her voice had raised and cracked when she spoke.

“…no it’s not fine. I’ll fix this Abby I promise, once we get home and get you cleaned up.”

We walked into a silent home I got a bath ready and that I left clothes for abby to change into, walking away from the bathroom in a calmed hurry.

“Mike? Mike.”

He was woken up in a slum his bags lighter from the rest he had.

“What?”

I took a sigh at the attitude he sent my way and I stood in front of the bed, trying to remain patient without yelling, realizing it was a hard time for the both of us…but I just couldn’t handle the situation.

“We’ve gone over this before. I know your working late and your exhausted but I can’t keep leaving work to pick up Abby. I need you Mike, I need you to take care of her.”

“Please don’t give me that bullshit Y/n. I take care of her, she has roof over her head and so do you. I don’t need that, dinner was ready for you by the time you guys came back home. I missed a couple of days so what?”

“Excuse me? Mike are you serious? Do you know how that will hold up in court? Mike! She came into the car soaking wet, exhausted and frustrated that she had to wait for someone to pick her up again. I help you Mike so don’t act like I’m living off you-“

“You act as if Abby’s a chore Y/n, is that helping? Cause you always seem to sound like your complaining-“

The tears of stress that I had held in for so long had fallen, the shock of his words felt like too much to handle

“How dare you?! Don’t you ever say that! I love her Mike. I’m still here. I’m present and I care for her. Do you even realize how lucky you are to have her Mike? Because your starting to treat her like she’s not even in the room and your doing the same to me. It’s not fair! Not to her, and not to me either!”

“I get that but I’m stuck Y/n, all you do is take her from here to there and go to work and come back home to a cooked meal.”

“Why don’t you care? Your just comparing our routines, Mike have you even factored the fact that I clean for you, and that on the days where it’s too hard for you to get up I’ll handle the cooking whenever? You act as though I don’t do my part in the rent. I take care of abby she’s a kid Mike. She doesn’t need you to just give her the bare necessities, she needs love.”

He was holding my heart and squeezing it apart and it had to be fine, because it was him. Mike was the man I had fallen in love with, I gave him my everything. Nausea hit me and I couldn’t stand being in the room with him, I walked away and he hadn’t even followed just mumbling that he was tired.

I rushed away in a hurry, tears falling. I was going to get into my car but I had thrown up when I went to open my door. I have been thrown up a lot lately..my body was always sore, and I’ve been getting my energy drained easily..was I pregnant?

My car was swerving to the nearest pharmacy, my trip led to taking a test in the bathroom, and sobbing holding the positive test in my arms. I’ve never felt so stuck in my life, my relationship was in shambles, I had Abby as my child and another would be an addition to the fire..

I cried my entire way home, shaking and afraid to tell the news…my hands rubbed off the painful tears before I walked in, afraid Abby would be awake watching TV.

Mike walked in a rush breathing heavily,

“I-I thought you weren’t going to come back, Y/n I am so sorry…I’m sorry.”

I walked up to him pulling on his arm to come to our room. The tears flowed again…and I was standing before him, door closed as he watched me with a confused face. I wasn’t one to cry unless I was really hurt by something..

“..im pregnant.” I had spoken the news in a hushed voice emotional and afraid of his reaction

“w-what?”

“i’m pregnant..”

“..no..no..” he sat down with his head between his hands

“please don’t shut me out Mike…we need to talk.”

“Talk about what? What more is there to talk about?”

“We need to talk about us, about abby, what we’re going to do. keep your voice down you’ll wake Abby..”

“Ok well there’s nothing else to talk about your pregnant, we have another mouth to feed.”

“…that’s it?”

“Yea that’s it!”

“why are you yelling at me?”

“Im not yelling at you.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not..my god..alright whatever.”

“You don’t understand how hard this is, this is my body.”

“No I do get it.”

“No you don’t get it. You haven’t been there for us Mike, for our family. You go to work and you barley speak to us.-“

“Our family? This wasn’t a family until two seconds ago Y/n we haven’t spoken in weeks-“

“…Because you haven’t tried! And I’m drowning trying to keep our relationship going!”

“Yea and i get that but we’re struggling to hold everything together and we just got abby as our kid we shouldn’t be having one on the way right now.”

I took a step back turning around to change out of my clothes frustrated with his attitude to the situation

“Ok well, it happened. We have to figure it out.”

“Im not gonna be able to do this Y/n…Between you, abby, and this baby i can’t provide for us…We have to let Abby go.”

“What? You think she’s going to be happy with your aunt? You don’t care about anyone but your fucking self! That’s why I can’t talk to you!”

“I don’t care about no one but my fucking self right now?”

he approached me closer with anger and I pushed him away.

“Fuck you, move!”

I made my attempts to leave as he pulled me in getting in my face holding me close

“We can keep the baby Y/n, we just have to make sacrifices. I need to keep you safe and Abby needs to have a better home.”

My tears fell into his hands and sobs fell as I shook my head at his words.

“Fuck you! You think I’m gonna raise my baby with you? Look at you!”

“What do you mean look at me? I’m here for you-“

“No your not, stop saying that!”

I shoved him again as my heart continued to shatter

“Please Y/n just stay.”

“No…no Mike anything but that..you can’t give up on Abby..please.”

He held me close pulling down to the bed as I sobbed

“Ok..ok we’ll figure something out..I need you Y/n…I love you.”

he was pausing and crying in between as we slowly fell asleep once again..

When it was time to wake up I opened Abby’s door to see her quietly sitting down with tears in her eyes and a packed bag.

“What are you doing baby? What is this? Why are you crying?”

“A-are you going to send me away?”

“What? How could I? Oh no..no, Abby. I would never.”

I sat down beside her pulling her to lay down on my leg as I gently pulled her hair away from her face

“I heard what Mike said about me..”

“you heard..”

i looked up with an ashamed face, frustrated at Mike.

“He didn’t mean it, I promise you he didn’t mean it. Abby I love you, I can’t give you up especially to her..she doesn’t deserve you.”

“…he still said it..”

“i know but he didn’t mean it..I promise.”

i wiped her tears away and let her play, as I prepped breakfast and got ready to leave for work.

It had been a long shift and I was exhausted going back home.

“No Abby, you can’t come to work with me.”

“Please, I want to.”

“N-“

I almost made it past but Abby’s screeching stopped me.

“Y/n!!! Tell Mike to take me!”

“Oh Abby you know he can’t..please just come go to bed I’m exhausted.”

The room grew silent as Mike watchedhow I came in with my work bag and bagged eyes.

“Fine Abby we can go but you have to behave, and Y/n can get rest while we’re gone.”

“…Mike it’s fine, that’s not a good idea, I’ll be-“

“Y/n I got it, just get some rest babe.”

I gave him a kiss walking away calmly but as I waited in I couldn’t help but get a bad feeling…

*💕*

hope you enjoyed!! and i can assure you that Mike would not act like this irl!! I JUST NEED ANGST! :) please be aware that im just starting to come back into writing and trying to find my drive for it again, Thank you!!!

#angst #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #josh hutcherson #SoundCloud

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lukall705 · 4 months

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Young Love [chapter 1]

This is a chuuya x reader x dazai fanfic! yay>_<

Btw Y/N is afab Non-binary and uses They/them

Also Finnish Y/N 😼

I suck at writing fanfics but i'm trying best and if you wanna read the chapers i've made so far then they are on my wattpad:D

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Luka_LL

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~Y/N POV:~

Finally, after 13 long hours i'm finally in Japan to start my new life! it feels so good to finally get to start a new life away from my family and old friends or more like classmates since i can't think of any of them as friends anymore.

As i step out of the airport i sit down on a bench outside and call for a taxi to come and get me. as i wait for my taxi, i scroll through old pictures of me and my classmates, "..why can't i just be happy like i was back then..?" i mumble to myself.

after about 20 minutes the taxi comes and i go inside it.

"To (college name) please" i say in Japanese to the taxi driver and he starts driving.

while on the way i admirer the city of Yokohama.

"are you a foreigner?" the taxi driver asks me "ah, yes i am" i answer him "this is actually my first time traveling outside of Europa" i say.

"are you European?" the taxi driver asks me "yeah, i'm from Finland"(or whatever country your from) i answer him, and the driver only nods and keeps driving me.

When we get to the college i thank him and pay "bye have a good day!" the driver says before driving of.

"..i'm all on my own now.." i mumble to myself again as i start walking inside the building. while i walk to the principles office i see some people whispering to each other and i'm guessing they are talking about how i look so different from them, it wouldn't be the first time.

while in my thoughts i accidentally bump into someone "oh sorry.." i say, and hear the person huff "whatever" they say and walk way. 'what the fuck did i do' i think to myself. i watch as the ginger haired boy walks over to some other boy with brunet hair thats much taller then him 'that must be his friend or something' i think to myself again.

when i get to the principles office i knock on the door and wait.

"come in!" i hear a woman say from the inside.

"You must be Y/N! am i right?" she asks in a happy voice "uh.. yeah i am" i say back "you must be nervous" she says to me in a calm voice while i keep quiet "theres no need to worry, you'll fit in just fine" she says. 'yeah right, there were just some students back talking me, and i made someone mad, i'm defiantly gonna fit in' i think to myself "..okay.." i say

After she tells me about all of my classes she gives me the keys to my dorm "just know you're gonna have two room mates!" she says as i leave the room.

'Room number 567? that means its on the 5th floor..' i think to myself and start walking to the elevator.

theres a note on the elevator door that says 'out of order' 'great, just my lucky day' i think and start walking up the stairs.

once at the top i start panting a lot "jeez.. that was harder then i thought.." i say to myself.

"543.. 544.. 545.." i look at all of the doors trying to find my own. "here it is!" i say while i start to unlock the door.

"DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR BRUSH!?!?" is the first thing i hear when i open the door 'oh lord' "calm down dear, its just a hair brush" says the same brunet from earlier while getting choked by the ginger 'what did i just walk in on' "this is kinda kinky not gonna lie-" the brunet says before the ginger lets go of him. "perv.." mumbles the ginger before he sees me.

"who the fuck are you?" he asks and i freeze "oh! i think thats our new room mate chuuya!" the brunet says excitedly "oh yeah, we were getting a new room mate, thats why we had to clean the guest room" the ginger says in a bit calmer voice now.

i study the boys features carefully.. they are quite pretty both of them, the brunet boy has bandages covering his arm, legs and neck, weird.. the ginger boy has some cute freckles covering his face and one blue and one brown eye.

"you just gonna stand there like an idiot or introduce yourself to us?" the ginger asks in an annoyed tone.

"a-ah! i-i'm Y/N..!" 'FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO START STUTTERING RIGHT NOW!?' i think while dying inside.

"i'm guessing you aren't from Japan, right?" the brunet asks.

"..yeah.. i'm Finnish.." i say.

"i can tell" the ginger says.

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?'

"chuuya, i'm pretty sure thats offensive to say" the brunet says. "HUH!?" the ginger seems shocked.

"by the way i'm Dazai Osamu" the brunet says " and this here is my boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara!" he say happily.

"you shouldn't say that we are boyfriends to them! what if they are homophobic, dumbass!?" Chuuya say in a more irritated voice.

"..its fine.. i'm also a part of the community.." i say an they just look at me. i start to feel pretty weird and think that they are jugging me. i feel like i want to cry but i hold it in as to not make a fool out of myself.

"follow me and i'll show you your room!" Dazai says happily and grabs my hand. i flinch a bit at the contact but don't do anything to not seem like a bother.

"heres your new room!" he says and pushes me into the room closing the door 'finally he left me alone,..' i think while looking around the room, its quite big, probably bigger then my old room back.. home.. i feel sad thinking about my "home".. it never really felt like a home or a safe place for me.. all i can remember are bad times from when my parents yelled at me and said they were gonna hit me.

i wipe a tear that was running down my cheek and start unpacking my stuff.

"..this is gonna be a long night.." i sigh.

(authors note: i'll try to update this as much as i can since i'm busy with school stuff:) there might be a bit of smut in the next chapter;

Please don't steal this (nobody is gonna do that anyway) and i won't post the next chapter for a while so just read it on my wattpad. it might take me like months to post more chapters since i might forget lol)

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emsgwenstan · 5 months

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Personal or professional?

Chap 2 | chap 3 | chap 4

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader.

Words: 2k

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety.

Note: what is violet making? Haha. God the obsession is becoming clear I’d say. X

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Thursday came and went quickly, it’s currently Friday and 4 in the afternoon, with each passing day it seems to be getting colder and colder. Larissa sent me a screenshotted booking at a restaurant In Burlington reserved for 6:30, by the looks of it, its 5 star and very luxurious, she also said she’ll pick me up. I’m knocking off earlier than usual, hopefully finishing in half an hour. I sent her my address in return.

Im so excited, but I know it’s strictly a professional dinner between two adult woman, who might I add, has already shared an awkward moment that I can’t go back from. I’ll just pretend it never happened. But I wanted it to. I gathered the mahogany off cuts from the racks and placed them on my bench to start Monday, prepped the sandpaper and sander blowing out all the dust from the previous projects just to fill in time until I leave.

Dragging my bag slung over my shoulder and pulling out my hair tie to release the tension in my head, I turn off the lights and shut down the compressors finally leaving the vicinity until next week. Ducking out the front, I unlocked my car and threw in my belongings before starting the short 4 minute drive home. Regathering my things and making it to the front door I fumbled with the keys before dropping them to the ground. Not now. Short tempered me bent down, snatched the keys and practically ripped open the door.

Stepping inside placing my Keys in the dish on the hall stand, I took a deep breath trying to calm down. Wandering further into the house I made it to my room carelessly flinging my bag on the bed. I went looking for my tv remote to flick on for background noise, but of course it was no where in sight. 20 minutes of searching, I found it on the floor under my bed, irritated again, I put on a random movie and tore off my work clothes to have a shower and wash my hair, hopefully a scalp massage will help with my impending headache.

Stepping out and wrapping myself in a towel in front of the vanity, I wiped the mirror of steam just for it to re-form again, I used another towel to dry my hair as much as I could before blow drying it. My headache is mostly gone but I still have irritability in my system almost as if I’m on the verge of a panic attack, I can’t pin point the exact reason behind it, but I just need to push though and finish my hair and do my make up, I’m sure everything is going to be fine.

Doing the finishing touches on my makeup my hands start trembling wildly when I remember i haven’t eaten a thing today, probably just low blood sugar. Except my breathing becomes erratic, I walk out of the ensuite and sit on the edge of the bed for 5 minutes. Feeling up to it i pace to the dresser and pull out my underwear and slip them on and walk to my closet to find something to wear. I haven’t touched any of this for a very long time, I hardly remember what i have, most of my clothes are black with bits of burgundy and purples, possibly one or two things white or cream.

Dress after dress, skirt after skirt, blouses and pants strewn around my room and on the floor, not a fucking thing is right, isn’t what I want, doesn’t look right or good, fits weirdly. I hadn’t relised how much time i spent on looking and trying on clothes as there was a knock at the door, my stomach churned at the thought of not being ready for Larissa. I’m always on time, if not always early, I throw on a robe and hesitantly walk the length of the hallway to the door, I looked in the mirror on the wall seeing my eyes are bloodshot and a frown line indented between my brows, she’s going to be so disappointed in me.

Upon opening the door Larissa was breath taking, her hair styled in a low bun with her usual side part and dressed in a navy blue dress shorter than her normal work ones, white heels higher and a blue with white detailing coat to tie it all together, her lips painted in a darker shade of red as well as darker eyeshadow, also holding a small white purse. I could have collapsed at the sight of her, but knowing I have to face the inevitable disappointment, I clung to the door’s architrave.

“Violet… are you alright?” She asked concerned at my state. I let out a small huff annoyed at myself for causing a problem. I looked deep into her eyes telling her without words that I’m really not ok. “Come in.” I said opening the door widder for her to step in. She did, walking in past me she turned on the spot, observing, trying to understand the situation. I move toward her taking her wrist pulling her towards my room. Larissa took in the little bits she could view of my home, before I led her into the bedroom. I let go of her wrist and walked further into the messy room.

Turning to face her i splayed out my arms, gesturing to the state of everything. “None of it fits.” I said dropping my arms to my sides. “What do you mean darling?” She asked, still a little confused. “I mean every single thing in my wardrobe is to big, I haven’t a thing to wear.” I said, crouching down and pick the items of clothing off the floor angrily tossing them to the bed. Larissa walked a little further to bend at the knees and crouch down to take my hands in her own. “Violet.” She said. I didn’t stop, still trying to pick things up. “Violet stop sweetheart.” She gently commanded. At that I did, Larissa slowly stood pulling me with her and placing me down on my bed in a sitting position. She took to sitting beside me still holding my hands. “I’m sorry, I just- I just don’t have anything, I wanted to be ready before you got here an-.” I blurted. “It’s ok.” She said. “Don’t worry about it.”.

I sat in silence, until I could feel my nose go funny and my eyes starting to water. I’ll be damned letting Larissa see me cry. I shot up causing her to jump a little. “Just give me a minute sorry.” I shakily said walking briskly back into the ensuite and closing the door. I turned the tap on and looked at myself In the mirror, the tears flowing down my cheeks and a sob trying to crawl it’s way up my throat, I cover my my mouth trying not to make a noise. I was in there for about a minute not wanting to keep her waiting, cleaning the tears that have slightly ruined my make up and made mascara run all the way down my neck, I pat myself with the edge of a hand towel, turning off the tap and plastering on a smile, I re-opened the door to find Larissa had picked up most of the clothes on the floor.

She faced me with a sympathetic smile and tossed the shirt she was holding on the bed before coming up to me and stopping. Extending her hand up to my face she used the pad of her thumb to wipe a smudge of black from the corner of my eye, she used her other hand to cup my cheek and pull me into a hug. It’s been so long, it’s been so so long, I’ve missed this. Her hand wrapped around the backs of my shoulders and one on my head. I exhaled before breathing her back in, her scent, her perfume, her smell.

I pulled away not looking at her, feeling like it’s enough physical touch for now, how is it I’ve known Larissa for less than a week and she already feels like home, I don’t understand. “Just give me a moment, Ill actually put clothes on.” I said pulling out a sweater and sweat pants from the pile. Turing around I walked back towards the door stopping outside it telling her to make herself comfortable in the lounge room and I won’t be long.

Larissa complied and took a seat on the couch, she absorbed her surroundings, taking in my own decor, the large book shelf full of books, the arm chair in the corner with a tall lamp standing beside it, the large fire place with a big dark green and tan rug resting in front of it, the vaulted ceilings and simple yet elegant light hanging from one of the beams. Moving on the spot, was the kitchen behind her, the black marble bench tops secured to forest green cupboards and the same for the overhead cabinets with glass pains in the doors and little plants next to the sink in the island bench. She saw a lot of me in the rooms and smiled at the thought.

I opened the door stepping out in the old baggy clothes. Sitting next to Larissa I stared at the flames flickering within the fireplace. “I’m so sorry Larissa I didn’t plan this, I should have bought something yesterday.” I said. “What do you have?” She asked. I shifted to face her. “What?” I wondered. “What do you have in your pantry, I’ll cook something for us?” She questioned. I sat there looking at her wondering why the hell she hasn’t left angry yet. “I don’t care about going. I just hope your ok, would you like me to stay?” It was silent before I whispered. “Yes.”. Larissa pulled out her phone and obviously cancelled the booking.

I got up and opened the pantry, I could hear Larissa’s shoeless feet pad behind me and come to a stop. I took a step back letting her look for herself. She seemed to pick out a pack of fettuccine and a few things like crushed tomatoes, garlic, onion and herbs, stepping back she placed the ingredients on the bench. “Up for spaghetti?” She asked, I smiled and turned to the freezer and picked out a pack of mince. “And meatballs?” I asked. Larissa chuckled “and meatballs.” She replied.

Standing in the kitchen together was nice. She took the reins and somehow managed to make her way around, finding all the utensils, pots and pans she needed. I sat on top of the bench watching her flit about, I did ask if she wanted help but Larissa declined the offer. After a while I could tell she was getting hot and grabbed her shoulder spinning her around to face her back towards me as I peeled off her coat, Larissa let out a breath. “Thank you, I was getting a bit hot.” She laughed. I folded the coat and hopped off the bench to lay it on the back of the lounge. Walking back I stood beside her at the stove. “You know for some who has a big kitchen and makes them for a living, I hate cooking.” I stated, chuckling looking at her side profile. A grin spread across her face.

Larissa stepped back and leaned against the island bench with her hands clamped to the edges, she observed my jumper with a smirk. “Do I have something on me, is it stained?” I asked looking for possible marks. “No it’s just, the Colour… it’s violet.” She giggled. “Oh shut up.” I said rolling my eyes. “Anyway.” I started. “How was work today?” She took a moment to visibly recall her day. “It was… something.” She trailed. “I had detention with a group of four boys and it seemed to have turned into a therapy session. It was so odd, but very eye opening I guess, I didn’t expect it in the slightest.” She finished. “Wow, headmistress and therapist. What else?” I asked spinning around to pull out two wine glasses from the cabinets above me. Larissa shook her head and let out a little tsk. “God knows, I’m constantly surprised at the things that go on in my life.” She said.

“Are you a wine person by any chance?” I asked temporarily off topic. “Yes.” She answered. “Red, white or rosé?” I asked placing the glass on the counter. “Red, please.” Larissa hadn’t noticed the wine rack under the bench she was leaning against, I bent down and was just about eye level with her abdomen when I pulled out a bottle beside her. “So constantly on your toes than?” I asked referring back to the initial conversation. “Always. I think my job is easier when I have students that are troubled and I can connect with them about something so small, that gives them a sense of reassurance their not alone. It also feels less dawning on me, just so I don’t seem annoying to get them to open up.” She ended. I passed her a glass and watched her take a sip, her eyes involuntarily closed and she let out a small hum at the taste. I could feel my cheeks heating.

“That’s good than, I love kids, all ages to. I have a niece and she’s four I love her to death, I loved her mom and other auntie to bits to when they were kids.” I said reminiscing when Louise and jade were little. “Oh you have siblings?” She asked. “You don’t?” I asked back. “No, only child I’m afraid.” She said taking a sip and placing the glass back on the counter to tend to the stove and turn it off. “Well technically, their my half siblings on my dads side, but I will still call them my sisters no matter what. I mean I practically raised them.” I said pulling out two plates and cutlery. “So your the eldest I presume?” She asked dishing up the plates. “Yeah, I was ten when the first was born and twelve with the second.” I said picking up the plate. “Do you mind if we sit in the lounge room? Is so cold in the dining.” I asked. “Of course.” She said picking up her plate and wine glass, I did the same and placed my own glass on the floor plucking two cushions from the couch and tossing them on the floor for us to sit on.

“So where are they now?” She asked, digging into her food. “About 5 hours away.” I said. “So your not from Jericho?” She questioned. “No I moved here about 15 years ago.” I said not elaborating on why. “How is it I haven’t seen you around before?” She asked. “I don’t get out much.” I answered, beginning to eat my dinner. Fuck it was good, Larissa knows how to cook. For a while we just sat and ate, I stoll glances of her and tried so hard to not make it as though I was staring.

Our dishes discarded on the the floor and legs tucked behind ourselves, Larissa broke the silence. “I hope it was ok for me to stay, you could have told me to leave if you wanted to be alone.” She said peering over at me. The fire light was licking at her skin so beautifully, the glow made her look even more incredible. “I would have if I didn’t want you here.” I said sincerely. Larissa looked at her watch and her face contorted into a sad expression. “It’s getting quite late I should probably go soon, I’ll help tidy the kitchen.” She said. “No don’t even think about it, I can do that, you’ve done enough already, I appreciate the offer though.” I said. Larissa looked away for a moment, but her eyes fell upon a book I had resting on the small coffee table beside the lounge.

“Is that the book you bought the other day?… may I?” She asked gesturing towards it. “Yeah go ahead.” She pulled the book toward herself and flipped open to the page that had a bookmark wedged with it. “For eternity, the most beautiful things to me about you, are the things you won’t ever know about yourself. Things only I know of, because everyday I read you like a book that has never been read. Your beautiful cover with your inspiring title and amazing story held captive my curiosity. Now everyday I yearn to learn from your mystery.” I watched as she was reading, her eyes scanning through the piece of literature and her red lips forming the words, I had in fact already read that particular poem, but when it came from her I felt like I could just float into an abyss somewhere, I could hear it forever. I could hear her forever.

“I like that.” She said softly, she flipped the page back and read a couple more silently, before closing it and resting it back on the table. Larissa slowly stood and picked up my plate taking it with her back to the kitchen. I rose slowly having to hold onto the couch for support, work has really taken a toll on my body. Larissa came back to toe on her heals and rounded the lounge to meet me holding out her coat for her to slip back into. “I’ve had a wonderful evening Violet.” She said looking into my eyes. “Ditto… and I’m sorry again, but I’m sure your cooking was better than what that restaurant had to offer anyway.” I said with a smile. “Thank you, it was quite good wasn’t it?” She said with a self satisfactory smirk. “Absolutely delicious, are you going to be alright driving home, not tipsy are you?” I asked. “No I have an impeccable tolerance, thanks for the concern.” She said pulling out her keys from her pocket.

I lead Larissa to the door and open it for her. We both stood awkwardly in the doorway waiting for each other to say something. “Thank you again for the wonderful evening vi. I’ll be seeing you soon I hope.” Vi, oh my god, my nickname, this along with darling and sweetheart, I may faint. “Yes I’ll let you know when I’m ready to install at the school. I have something else for you to.” I said. “Really, what is it?” She questioned. “Uh uh, it’s a surprise, be patient and you’ll see.” I remarked with a sickeningly sweet tone. Larissa laughed and nodded. “Ok than.” She jested. Another stretch of silence radiated between us. Larissa leaned forward and without thinking of what was going on I stood completely still, she kissed my cheek and winked, Larissa without a word stepped out of the threshold and paced to her car.

Opening her door, she looked back at me. “Excuse my language, but it’s fucking freezing.” She called out. I just about died laughing, causing her to giggle. “It’s ok, I mean it is really fucken cold.” I said mocking her, crossing my arms to somehow get warmer. Larissa took the opportunity to slide into her car and turn it on, reversing out I could just make out her hand waving goodbye as she drove off. I returned the wave and closed the door locking it behind me. A feeling of emptiness washed over me as I wandered back into the kitchen, I gathered all of the dishes and put them into the dish washer and wiped down the benches.

A yawn escaped my mouth when I threw on another piece of wood on the fire, walking to turn off all the lights and make my way to my room, my eye was caught by Larissa’s purse resting on the floor next to the cushion she was sat on. I picked it up and smiled at the label Dior of course. Hesitantly I opened it and saw the contents within, a lipstick, wad of cash and a small vile of perfume. The perfume was the only thing that interested me, I wanted to smell her, feel close to her, closer than I know we’ll ever be.

I’ll find time to return it to as soon as I can possibly tomorrow, but for now I’m going to bed, my cold, empty and lonely bed.

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 10 months

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Opening for BTSV thought…

Ok so, we know how Gwen opened up ATSV, she had like the first 20 minutes that set up the movie. Now hear me out, what if Pavitr opens up BTSV (I may be biased but let me live lol), but imagine if you will…

Pavitr was left behind when the rest of the Spider Band left for Nueva York, so Pav is there wondering what’s going on. He swings down to the other Spider people where they are trying to contain the black hole that appeared. He starts asking them questions, but all of the answers aren’t very helpful. “We’re trying to contain the anomaly.” “The canon was broken.” This doesn’t really clear anything up, but he knows whatever is happening is not good.

He swings back up to the bridge, he makes sure everyone is clear of the damage. He heads home to Maya Auntie, he finds her asleep on the couch. She left the tv on, it was the news. They were reporting on the black hole that appeared in the middle of city. Pav feels weary, he finds a blanket and places it over Maya and turns the tv off. He goes to bed and tries to sleep, but he can’t.

Quietly, he puts his suit on and grabs his watch from Miguel and swings into the night. His plan was to travel to Nueva York to get answers from Miguel as to what was happening to his city. But as he swings, he ends up swinging by Gayatri’s home. He sees her on the balcony and lands on a near by rooftop. Normally, he wouldn’t interact with her as Spider-Man, but in this case, he felt it justified to check up on her since he did rescue her earlier.

He swings and lands on top of her rooftop. He attaches is web to their chimney and hangs upside down in front of her. She’s startled at first but recollects herself once she realizes who it is. He apologizes for scaring her and says he recognized her as the girl from the bus. He asks her if she’s alright, she giggles and says she’s fine and that she’s lucky that he was there to save her. He’s relieved and tells her he needs to go, but she tells him to wait. She asks him if there’s a way she can repay him for saving her life, perhaps a kiss.

Pav is taken a back, he’s stammering, he wants to say yes because of course he wants a kiss from her. But he’s not Pavitr right now, he’s Spider-Man, he can’t accept. But he still form a coherent sentence, finding it hard to say no. Gayatri laughs “What’s wrong, you don’t want a kiss from your girlfriend, Pav?”

He goes silent, trying hard to process what she just said. “W-what?” is all he could manage. “It’s okay Pavitr, I know it’s you.” At this point, he flipped himself right-side up, standing in front of her now. Slowly, he reaches up to his mask and pulls it off, he stares at the ground.

“How did you know?” He asks softly, he hasn’t lifted his head to look at her yet. “Well, the hug you gave today kind of sealed it for me. But your hair is very recognizable, Pav.” He laughed a little, finally meeting her gaze. He apologizes for not telling her, saying he wanted to keep her safe. She’s understanding and give him a small peck on the cheek, it’s hard for him to hide the blush on his face.

He tells her that he’s worried about the black hole that appeared in the city today and that he’s going to to find answers. All of a sudden, there’s a shaking in her room. A few things start to levitate slowly off the ground, they look at each other confused. A portal opens, suddenly Gwen appears. Pavitr is relieved, Gayatri is still confused but relaxes when she sees her boyfriend is calm, he tells her not to worry and that she’s a friend.

“Miles is in trouble, Pav. We need your help. Please.” Gwen says. Behind her appears Hobie and Peter B with Mayday. Pavitr nods and turns to Gayatri. “I have to go. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he says. He leans down and gives her a tight hug. “Be safe,” she whispers in his ear. He pulls back and smiles, “I always am.” He plants a small kiss on her forehead and heads towards Gwen and the portal.

Hobie, Peter B., and Gwen all walk through the portal. Pavitr turns around one last time before stepping through. “I love you,” he says, and disappears along with the portal.

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Listen, this isn’t the prettiest writing or set up, but I would love something like this as it feels like a parallel to ATSV and Gwen’s story and I wanted to self indulge 😭

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massivedrickhead · 2 months

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Are you still taking the concern prompts? How about, "what are you afraid of?" I love to see your stories here 🩵

I feel like I've almost defintely written this fic before, or at least something very similar, but this is what came out when I started writing this prompt.

Thank you for sending this, I hope you like it!

20. “What are you afraid of?”

Prompt taken from here.

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“What are you afraid of exactly?”

Beca shrugged. “I mean, spiders freak me out.”

Chloe closed her eyes and exhaled through her nose. “Can you not be a smart-ass right now?”

“Sorry,” Beca said.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Chloe asked. “Why is it every time I get close to you, every time I feel like we’re getting somewhere, your walls come up? What is it that you’re afraid of?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Beca said, knowing exactly what Chloe was talking about.

It had been a running theme in Beca’s life.

She’d meet someone, form a tentative friendship, then allow herself to open up just enough for them to get a glimpse of the real her, only for her to end up being left alone again.

Eventually, she just stopped trying. She built up her defences too high, the walls too thick. Not only had she lost the key that would allow her to open up, she couldn’t even remember where the door was.

She didn’t know how to let Chloe in, even if she wanted to.

“Beca.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Beca said, running a hand through her hair.

“I want you to tell me what you’re thinking,” Chloe said. “I want to know why you’re always keeping me at arm’s length.”

Beca swallowed and clenched her jaw, but she didn’t say anything.

“It’s fine,” Chloe said, with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna go, I guess I’ll see you at rehearsals.”

Say something, Beca’s mind screamed at her. Say anything.

But Beca didn’t. She couldn’t.

She didn’t know how.

It was hours later when Chloe was disturbed from her studying by her apartment buzzer.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Aubrey asked, looking up from her own textbook.

“No,” Chloe said, checking to see if she’d had any missed calls or texts.

The buzzer went off again and Chloe put down her book and walked over to the intercom.

“Who is it?” Chloe asked.

There was a pause.

“It’s Beca,” was the response.

Chloe frowned. “It’s like 11 pm, is everything okay?” She asked.

“Yeah I, um, I just wanted to talk to you,” Beca said. “Sorry, I should have text or something. This was a bad idea, I’m gonna go.”

“No,” Chloe said quickly into the intercom. “No, I’m buzzing you up.”

She pressed the button to unlock the door and then spent the next few minutes anxiously pacing.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” Aubrey said, packing up her stuff. “I should have known it was her fault that you’ve been in a weird mood all night.”

Before Chloe could argue, Aubrey had retreated to her room, and Beca knocked on the apartment door.

“Hey,” Chloe said, opening it and standing aside so Beca could enter. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry for just turning up,” Beca said, wringing her hands as she crossed the threshold into Chloe’s apartment. “I just… I don’t like how I left things with us earlier, and I always come across too blunt in texts and-”

“Bec, it’s okay,” Chloe said, frowning as she watched Beca begin pacing. She’d never seen Beca like this before. She’d never seen her look anything other than calm, or composed, or occasionally disinterested. Aside from the incident in the shower, she’d never seen Beca look flustered like this. “Take a breath.”

She did, a shaky hand coming up to run through her hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Chloe said. “I’m glad you’re here, I don’t like how we left things either.”

“It’s just, the thing is, I’m not… I’m not good at this. The whole friendship thing. I try and be, you know, open and shit but it always ends up blowing up in my face. I’m always… When I finally allow myself to open up a little, they always leave. I always end up on my own again, and eventually, I just figured why bother, you know? And now… Now I don’t even know how to do it anymore. It’s like my whole brain shuts down and I lose the ability to speak. I don’t know how to open up anymore, and I’m afraid that if I don’t figure it out I’m going to lose you. And I’m afraid that if I do figure it out, I’m going to lose you.” Beca cleared her throat, suddenly terrified that she was about to cry. “You asked what I’m afraid of, and it’s that. I’m afraid I’m going to lose you, the same way I’ve lost everyone else.”

Chloe gave her a soft smile. “You aren’t going to lose me,” she said.

“That’s what everyone says,” Beca said.

“I’m not everyone,” Chloe countered.

“No,” Beca said. “You definitely aren’t. And that’s a good thing,” she added.

“I know,” Chloe said, her lips curling into a smirk. “So trust me when I say that you aren’t going to scare me off by letting me see the real you. In case you hadn’t noticed, I don’t scare easy.”

“I had noticed.”

“And can I tell you something else?” Chloe asked, her hands resting on Beca’s shoulders before moving down to rub up and down her arms. “You’ve just done it. You’ve just opened up and shared something with me, and now I know you a little better.”

“Oh,” Beca said, “I guess I did.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you,” Chloe said. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just needed to know that this wasn’t all one-sided.”

“It isn’t,” Beca said. “And I’m sorry I made you think that.”

Chloe shook her head to let her know it was fine. “I’m glad you came over,” she said. “And I’m glad you shared all that with me.”

“I want to be able to share more,” Beca said. “Be more open, but it might take me some time.”

“That’s okay,” Chloe said. “I can be patient.” Beca raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I suck at being patient, but I can do it for you.”

Beca smiled and felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. “Thank you.” They shared a quick hug before Beca tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Chloe said. “Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?”

“You don’t need to walk me back,” Beca said.

“You can’t go on your own.”

“If you walked me back, who would walk you back?” Beca countered. “I can order an Uber or something if it makes you feel better.”

“Or you could stay?” Chloe asked, knowing she might be pushing it a bit. “We could watch a movie or a show or something. I have a double bed. Or a comfy sofa if you’d rather sleep on that. No pressure.”

If anyone else had asked her this, Beca would have said no. How many times had Jesse hounded her about hanging out in his dorm to watch movies with him?

But Beca was surprised to find the idea of watching movies with Chloe was actually appealing. Surprised even more when the thought of sharing a bed with her didn’t fill her full of abject terror, but quite the opposite.

“Okay,” Beca said.

Chloe beamed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Beca said.

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runningmunson · 2 years

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Sweet Honey Bee

Pairing: Single Dad!Eddie x Female!reader

Word Count:1k

Summary: Eddie calls you in a panic because his daughter is sick. You come to his rescue and remind him that he is a good dad.

Warnings: Swearing, sick child?, insecure Eddie, fluff

Masterlist

You shot out of bed to the sound of your phone ringing, rushing to answer. The clock read 2:15 AM. Who could possibly be calling you this late? You pick up the phone, “Hello?”

“Oh, thank god you answered! I didn’t think you would,” Eddie’s panicked voice crackled through the phone. He started to talk fast and began rambling. You could only catch bits and pieces, hearing the words Beatrice (his one-year-old daughter), sick, crying.

“Eddie you’re talking way too fast, I can hardly understand you. Give me 20 minutes and I’ll be over there,” you hung up the phone and rushed to change your clothes before you grabbed your keys and drove off toward Eddie’s trailer.

Beatrice Louise Munson is Eddie’s pride and joy. Her mother skipped town the second she got released from the hospital, leaving Eddie alone with a newborn. His daughter was around eight months old when you and Eddie started dating. He was open from the start about having a baby but worried you wouldn’t stick around. That wasn’t the case. You finally met her after dating for two months when Eddie couldn’t find a sitter for a date night. Now another three months had gone by, and you had grown quite attached to his sweet little girl.

When you pulled up you could hear wailing coming from inside. You pushed open the door to see Eddie bouncing a red-faced, screaming Beatrice. His hair was pulled back in a low bun with strands coming out. His eyes were sunken with dark circles surrounding them like he hadn’t slept in days. He looked like an absolute mess.

Eddie’s eyes flew to yours, and you could tell he was worried. “I’m so sorry I called. I know it’s late but I- I didn’t know what else to do. She just won’t stop crying!”

“Eddie, it’s fine! Here, give her to me, and you can tell me what’s going on,” you said to him calmly as Eddie passed over Beatrice. You took her gently with one arm secured underneath her bottom and your free hand rubbing her back, her head resting on your shoulder.

“She-she started having this cough. It wasn’t bad at first but it started getting worse as the night went on. Then she felt warm so I took her temperature and she had a fever. She won’t sleep, and won’t let me put her down. I’m so lost at what to do, she’s never been sick like this before,” Eddie said as he ran his hands over his face. You could tell he was exhausted. And just like Eddie said, Beatrice began to cough as if she were a barking seal.

“It’s more than likely croup,” you could see Eddie’s eyes go wide at the sound of that. “Croup is a virus, like a cold. We see this all the time at the clinic, it’s common in little kids. I have a few tricks to see if that might help her, and then we can take her to the doctor in the morning. I need you to go in the bathroom and turn the shower on as hot as it can go.”

Eddie walked toward the bathroom to turn the water on. You followed behind him, still swaying to try and keep Beatrice calm. Her little hands went up to grab fistfuls of your hair for comfort.

“Do you have any Tylenol? That should help bring her fever down,” you ask. He nodded his head and went to rummage in the cabinet under the sink. Her tongue stained a cherry red as Eddie gave her the medicine.

The bathroom was filled with steam, fogging up the mirror. Her cries ceased, only letting out a few whimpers here and there. She lifted her head off your shoulder and reached for Eddie, “Da-da.”

“Come here my sweet honey Bee. I got you,” Eddie pulled her close in his arms, placing small kisses on her forehead. Her head was nestled in his neck and her hand went straight up to tug on Eddie’s hair, just like she had done to you earlier. You smiled at the interaction between father and daughter. There was no denying how much he loved her.

Eventually, her stirring slowed. Eddie felt soft, warm breaths on his neck; her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern. “Is she asleep?”

“Yeah, she is,” you got up to turn the shower off.

“Alright, let's go put this little monster to bed,” Eddie opened the bathroom door and made his way into the bedroom. He gently lowered her into her cream-colored crib, smoothing a hand over her hair. He sat down on the floor, back up against his bed not wanting to leave her just yet. He patted the spot next to his, silently asking you to sit.

You made your way over to Eddie. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers. You leaned over to whisper in his ear, not wanting to wake the sleeping girl, “You could have called earlier, you know? I would have dropped everything in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, I know. But I wanted to try on my own. I’m her dad; I should know how to take care of her when she’s sick. It made me feel like shit watching her cry like that,” Eddie sighed. “I just want to be the only person she needs”

“Eddie, nowhere in any guidebook does it say you have to do everything alone to be a good dad. I think asking for help when you need it or don’t know what to do makes you a damn good dad because you want the best for her, even when you know that might not be something you can do,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

“Do you think I’m a good dad?” Eddie already knew what you would say but he needed reassurance sometimes to make sure he wasn’t royally screwing up his daughter's life.

You smiled up at him, “I think you’re the best dad she could ever ask for. Do I need to buy you a ‘world's greatest dad’ mug to prove it? It’s about time you started your collection if you ever want to catch up to Wayne.”

Eddie let out a laugh but tried to stifle it when he saw Bee moving around. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Now let’s get to bed, I’ve kept you up long enough.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 8 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Control

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos. And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N I can't decide which banner I like more. Let me know what you think

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Prologue

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Five years earlier…

Steve Rogers was tired.

Tired of the fight.

Tired of the demand.

Tired of the politics behind his shield.

Just tired.

Retiring was the right move.

But what does he do now?

“Hey Tony, can I talk to you?”

Present day…

Getting the loan from Tony was the best idea he could have had. Grant Industries was thriving five years later. Steve had built the business from the ground up. Sure it helped that he used to be Captain America but when his first successful takeover happened, people really started to take notice.

Making Sam his number two was the second best decision. He was savvy with the business and made sure that Steve kept on track. When Sam married Natasha, she joined the company as well. She was now his lawyer.

Bucky elected to be Steve’s head of security. Sure, he was a super soldier but as a businessman, the threats were more than before. Bucky felt better knowing he was close to Steve but at the same time doing something good. He wanted nothing but the best for his best friend.

Yes, things were working out for Steve in his business. At home, he had a beautiful penthouse. Bucky lived with him and his housekeeper in the staff quarters and he had the place mostly to himself. Except on the weekends.

On the weekends, he did have a guest who would entertain him. Because deep down, Steve missed having control. He had control when he led the Avengers. And it sated that part of him for the most part. But now, he needed it more.

Sharon had introduced this life to him while he was still avenging. Learning how to control and be controlled. Submitting and being submitted to kept Steve calm. Control was all he wanted.

Submissives weren’t hard to find in New York. But he hadn’t had one since Lizzy left. So boredom was starting to seep in. Boredom could be dangerous, expensive even. The last time he was bored, he bought out a publishing house. Granted it was making a profit now but Steve has learned, don’t be bored for too long.

“Devon, can we go through my schedule?” Steve called through the intercom to his assistant.

“Right away sir.” Devon walked in holding her tablet with Steve’s schedule. She has been his assistant since the beginning and ran his office like a fine Swiss watch. He appreciated her hard work and attention to detail.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“You have a meeting with Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Romanoff-Wilson in 20 minutes to discuss a new acquisition. You have a training session with Mr. Barnes right before lunch here in your private office gym. You have a meeting with Mr. Miller on the development of a tech piece he wanted to present. A Delilah Stevens is stopping by with a need for signatures regarding the new deal with Stark Industries. After, Mr. Barnes will take you home to prepare for the gala event this evening.”

“What gala?”

“It’s the fundraiser for the recovery efforts in Sokovia. You told Miss Maximoff you would attend.”

“Damn. Alright. I guess I have no choice in that one.” Steve sighed. “Am I seated alone?”

“No, Miss Maximoff and Mr. Stark are sending someone to be the liaison for you. Mr. Wilson and Mrs Romanoff-Wilson are also attending.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Alright. Have the intern bring me a coffee and let me know when Sam and Natasha get here.”

Devon left the office and sent her intern, Cindy in with the coffee. Steve rolled his eyes again at the little girl in front of him. She was a vapid girl, but she was Senator Ward’s daughter, and he needed the Senator in his pocket. She left after batting her eyes at him. As he read his daily reports, Devon called when Sam and Natasha were on his floor.

Married was a good look on Sam Wilson. He walked in with confidence, holding door for his wife, Natasha. Natasha Romanoff-Wilson, ex-assassin and corporate lawyer, was the best fit for Grant. She treated the opposition as she would have the enemy. They made a great team to get everything Steve ordered done.

“Hey Cap, how are you today?”

“How many times, Wilson, have I asked you to stop calling me that?”

“Old habits die hard,” Sam said with a laugh. He shook Steve’s hand and Steve kissed Natasha’s cheek before settling down to business. “Steve, as you know, the university in New Jersey is looking into funding for its engineering program.”

“Shouldn’t Stark be the more appropriate company to sponsor something like that?”

“You would think,” Natasha said, “but we need the exposure. Stark has a few interns but would need to lose one or two and they want us to take them on. So sponsoring the program would be a good tie in.”

“If it boosts our profile, I guess its ok. But can we also get another program as well. Something in education?” Steve wanted to be of service to all.

“We can, absolutely,” Sam said. “We can look at the background of some of the interns.”

“Perfect. What else?”

The meeting continued for a few hours until it was time for Steve’s training session. “I don’t know why you keep training Steve. You’re retired,” Sam commented.

“Because when you have the serum running through you, you have to burn out the energy somehow.”

“Then get a girl.” Sam smirked at him. “That will get you to burn off some eagerly.”

“Sam!” Natasha smacked her husband.

“I’ll work on that Wilson. Natasha, see you tonight? Save me a dance?”

“Of course Steve.” Natasha kissed Steve’s cheek.

“See you tonight Rogers,” Sam shook Steve’s hand. He took Natasha’s hand and led her from the room.

Steve headed into his en-suite to change for his workout with Bucky. Bucky was already in the private gym, lifting when Steve came in. “Hey Steve,” he said with a grunt.

“Hey Buck.” Steve took off his sweatshirt. “What are we doing today?”

“Just a spar. Let you go out full. I hear a little frustration today.”

“Just have to go to an event for Wanda and Stark and they are ‘assigning’ me a date.”

Bucky chuckled. “Why not invite one of the girls…”

“Because that is not why I have them there for.” Bucky was the only one who knew of Steve’s preferences. He made sure that the girls came and went unnoticed. “I don’t need them to think that I want something more.”

“But don’t you?” Bucky and Steve circled each other in the ring.

“No, they would just become a distraction or worse, a target.” Steve threw a punch. “Besides, all of these women only want the shield and not me. I don’t want that.”

“Maybe one day you’ll find someone who will like you for you,” Bucky said, jumping from the leg sweep. It is possible.

“I don’t want to talk about this, Buck.” Steve grunted as Bucky landed a punch to his solar plex. “I just want to get through this day.”

Steve went to shower and review the business for the rest of the day. Devon calls him, “I have an Isabella Davis here for signatures, sir.”

“I thought it was Delilah Stevens.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“It’s alright. Send her in please.”

Steve looked back down at the report he was reading. His office door opened and a flurry of arms and legs landed on the floor. Steve rushed over. “Are you alright?”

Her face looked up at his to see the most startling violet blue eyes he had ever seen.

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yanderedollhouse · 4 days

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Part 2

Sunset

Demon!Yandere OC x Suicidal!Reader Summary: Following your attempt to escape, you make an unexpected friend. Warnings: Yandere, Suicide mentions (ideation, failed attempt, urges), Obsessive behavior, needles, religious concepts (angels, demons, heaven, hell), delusions, fantasy horror/ gore, harm and recovery, hospitals, psychiatric ward, manipulation, medical malpractice, murder, harassment, medication malcompliance, noncon, kidnapping Resources: Connect with a trained crisis counselor. The 988 Suicide and Crisis Line is confidential, free, and available 24/7/365. Word Count: 1.5k

“Now two kinds of light

From fires and fixtures

They fill the sky

It was never so bright when I was young

I was too young to die” -G. Kahane

It was much too good to be true, you would have thought to yourself. But instead, the only thing that could be found on your mind was ‘no no no bite bite’ as you were pulled away from the door. It shut with a clang. One strong hand grabbed your wrist too hard, and another clamped down over your mouth, pinning your back against your attacker.

“Shh, calm down.” The voice behind you says. Easy for them to say.

You’re dragged to the corner of the room and under the stairs kicking and trying to bite their hand off. You go still. A pit forming in your stomach as you hear heavy boots descending the stairs above you. Two security guards burst out your escape door, probably looking for you. Their radios are blaring with activity, and they are breathing heavily.

After a minute, they come back through the door. You try to get their attention by wiggling around and it works. They’re staring right at you. At least you think they are.

“We can’t find her.” The taller man says first, almost apologetically. The other one seems to squint at you, then checks his glasses.

‘Her? But I’m right here.’ You think.

Your blood runs cold when you hear the voice behind you speak.

“It’s alright Samson, Graves.” The doctor from earlier tells them. “I’ll look around some more, but you guys should head back to your post.”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks, man.” And they both leave.

The confusion kept you still for the most part, but now that you’re ‘alone’. You see your opportunity and bite down hard on the hand that covers your mouth. Coppery blood fills your mouth and then you’re released. He pushes you away from him and you see your opportunity to run out the door.

A wave of fresh air and sunshine hits you first, then, as your eyes adjust to the brightness, your heart sinks down into your stomach. You’re in the middle of a courtyard. A fenced courtyard. The fence runs non-stop around the grassy area without a gate or any break and looms over you to be around 20 feet tall.

“I thought you’d head this way.” A voice breaks your concentration, and you whip around, ready to bite and claw your way out of this, but he holds his hands up in surrender. One is clean, one is bloody. “I’m not going to fight you,” He starts, “And I’m sorry I grabbed you. I was worried about security finding you first.”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “They did find me though.” You remember. “They looked right at me! Did you pay them off or blackmail them or something?” You can’t imagine when he could have done that though.

“Come sit with me.”

“I’m not going back to that room.”

He considers this. “That’s fine.” He takes a bag off his shoulder and sits in the grass. “Just sit here with me.” He says, patting a spot next to him.

As much as you want to fight him, you need answers. And you really want to sit down. When was the last time you just sat in the grass? You can’t remember doing it in your entire adult life. You walk over from the fence line as he smiles at you, patting the spot next to him. But instead, you plop yourself down in the grass about 6 feet away. Can’t be too careful. If your choice affects him, he doesn’t show it.

He takes his eyes off you for the first time to dig through the bag and you brace yourself. What does he have? A taser? A syringe? That’s what doctors carry around, right?

Before you can get up to run, he pulls a small, brightly colored bottle out of the bag and tosses it to you. You catch it and turn it over in your hands. Orange juice. You check the seal, then open it. He pulls out another bottle for him.

“You are still hungry right?” He asks genuinely. You nod and he pulls two packaged blueberry muffins out of the bag, offering them to you. You hesitate, but the pain in your stomach is too much and you scoot closer to accept them.

“When you’re done, you can have a prn. I got the doctor to write you a prescription for that painkiller I mentioned.”

You eye him suspiciously before you decide to ask through mouthfuls of muffin. “Are you not the doctor?”

“Goodness no,” He chuckles a bit at the idea. “I’m a nurse. I don’t even work here most of the time. I travel to a handful of different hospitals when they’re understaffed to help out. Even if I had the smarts for med school, I wouldn’t do it. Doctors these days don’t get enough time with patients.”

This is maybe too much time with a patient, you think, but decide to keep that to yourself.

“Why did the security guards act like they didn’t see me?” You blurt out instead.

He considers for a moment, when his eyes return to you, they hold an unrecognizable emotion.

“It wasn’t an act.” He starts. “They really didn’t see you.”

A thousand more questions form in your head, but he holds up his hand before you can ask any of them. It's got a smear of blood across the palm but seems otherwise unmarked. That’s the one you bit; you realize.

“You see, I have my ways of helping people. I can heal some like how I healed my hand. I can control the human mind and body in many ways. You know how your vision can get worse when you expend cardiovascular effort for too long? I just convinced them that they didn’t see you because of that.” He smiles to himself. “Maybe Samson will take it as a sign to lay off the muffins here and there. He could afford it.”

“So, you’re like a super-nurse?” You ask stupidly. What else are you supposed to say?

“Something like that.” He says.

“Why don’t you just fix everything for everyone then? Is keeping people sick some kind of job security?”

“It’s not that simple. I can only affect people at the personal level. I can’t do a mass curing of everything unfortunately. It takes from me too.” He looks up at you, abandoning his grass-pulling project with the light highlighting his hair. “Y/n,” he hesitates.

“Yes?” You realize you don’t know his name. He moves a bit closer and takes your hand in his.

“What is it that you desire the most? Would you allow me to give it to you? Would you help me help you live more painlessly than you’ve ever imagined? I know things have not been easy for you. I can fix that. Would you let me?”

“Oh thanks, um” You wait a second and let him fill in the blanks.

“Andreas”

“Right. Thank you for the offer,” you take back your hand, “But the only thing I want is to die. You’re free to help me with that but I’m not sure that’s your kind of thing.”

He looks surprised. Has nobody turned him down before? You swear you see the whites of his eyes darken. Then, he’s laughing softly.

“You’re full of surprises.” He giggles. “And you’re right. I won’t help kill you. But maybe I can convince you another time, it’s getting dark.” He stands up, stretches a bit, and holds his clean hand out to you.

After a moment, you realize you aren’t getting out of here without his help and take his hand. As he walks you back to your room, you learn a few more things in your conversation. His full name is Andreas Abate, he’s 28 years old, and he’s from Chicago originally but lives all over. Apparently, being a traveling nurse is a pretty good gig and he can afford to have a place to live near each hospital he works at.

‘It must be a nice life,’ you think as he brings you back to your room, inviting you to shower and change into some spare scrubs while he washes your clothes overnight. It must be nice to have everything–looks, power, money. Maybe if you had an ounce of power in your own life, things wouldn’t have gotten so bad.

You ‘drift’ off to sleep.

As if it could be considered drifting. Actually, drifting sounds too peaceful. You’re more or less hit with a semi-truck of exhaustion as soon as your painkiller starts working.

And for the first time you remember, you fall asleep feeling warm, comfortable, and safe from him.

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shiningwonderland · 22 days

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Otoya Ittoki (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (twitter: agnadance)

Proofreader: Nadie (twitter: Nmoniag)

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QA: Rei (twitter: wolfe_raine)

December - Feelings are Fortissimo

As the year is drawing to a close, the town and the people around us are getting restless.

And the Saotome Academy is buzzing with excitement as we prepare for the dance party that will take place during Christmas.

Tomochika Shibuya: So? What are you going to do for the dance party? Are you going with Otoya or is there somebody else you're thinking of?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, umm….

Select the phrase!

1) I want to go with Otoya-kun…. やっぱり、音也くんが・・・(+20 Love, +5 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: Yeah, choosing your partner makes sense in this case.

2) I want to know more about Hijirikawa-sama. 聖川様が気になる。(+0 Love, +0 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: I see, you two are very diligent so I think you'd match well. Masayan seems interested in you.

Haruka Nanami: Uh, no, um…. I'm just curious about him, that's all…. I actually want to go with Otoya-kun…

Tomochika Shibuya: I know. I was just messing with you.

3) I want to try dancing with Shinomiya-san. 四ノ宮さんと踊ってみたい。(+0 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I really want to know what kind of dance moves he would do.

Tomochika Shibuya: I'm more curious about whether or not he could actually dance.

Otoya Ittoki: Good morning, Haruka!

Haruka Nanami: Good morning, Otoya-kun.

Tomochika Shibuya: G'mornin’! Speak of the devil.

Otoya Ittoki: Huh? What?

Tomochika Shibuya: We were just talking about the dance party. You're dancing with her, right?

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, that’s the plan.

Tomochika Shibuya: See, Haruka? I'm happy for you.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…. I am honored.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, uh, it is my pleasure?

Tomochika Shibuya: Why are you two acting so formally….

After classes have finished, we have stayed behind in the classroom to practice dancing.

Otoya Ittoki: One, two, three…. H-huh?

I learned some dance steps when we were practicing for our lives, but a dance party is a completely different story.

The principal said that this is basic formal etiquette, but it's quite difficult.

I wish I practiced this sort of thing earlier.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, you're doing great, Haruka! Your sense of rhythm is good, so it'll be easy once you get used to it–Ah!

Haruka Nanami: Ah!

We fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, I'm so sorry…. Are you hurt?

Haruka Nanami: No, I'm fine…..

We look at each other while we're still on the ground.

If anybody walked in on us, they would probably think that Otoya-kun pushed me to the ground.

Haruka Nanami: Um…. Otoya-kun, this is a little….

Although I know this isn't a good position to be in, I don't move at all.

It's because Otoya-kun is gazing at me straight in the eyes.

I can't turn away from him.

He touches my forehead lightly, brushing my bangs aside.

Haruka Nanami: … Otoya-kun, you shouldn't do this….

I say, but I can't take my eyes off him.

His face leans in close to mine….

Otoya Ittoki: … I'm sorry. Let's continue practicing….

Otoya-kun stands up and turns away from me.

Haruka Nanami: Otoya-kun…? Um, we can't… practice if you're turned away from me.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I know. Sorry, give me five minutes.

Haruka Nanami: Um…. Okay.

Otoya-kun is taking in deep breaths as if to calm himself down.

What should I do? My heart is still throbbing…. I’ve been feeling this so often lately.

My heart throbs when our hands brush against each other or even when we just make eye contact….

I can't think straight when this happens.

Otoya Ittoki: … Haruka? Why do you look so serious?

Otoya-kun, who seems to have calmed down, is looking into my eyes.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…. Um, it's nothing much, but lately my heart has been racing a lot….

Otoya Ittoki: Racing…? When does that happen?

Select the phrase!

1) After I go running. 走った後とか。(+0 Love, +0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: … Well, same for me.

Haruka Nanami: Yeah.

Otoya Ittoki: We're not running right now.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, that's right. Then what is it….

2) When I'm sleeping. 寝ている時とか。(+10 Love, +0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Are you worried about something? Are you so nervous you can't sleep?

Haruka Nanami: Umm, I wonder what it is…. My heart starts beating fast when I get worried about failing at our dance, but….

Otoya Ittoki: Then we should practice more.

Haruka Nanami: … Yeah.

3) When I'm with you. 音也くんといる時とか。(+20 Love, +5 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Huh…? Me?

Haruka Nanami: Ah…. I-It's nothing…. Please forget what I said….

Otoya Ittoki: Why? That means your heart's racing for me, right?

Haruka Nanami: Ah…. Um…. Probably?

Otoya Ittoki: You're not sure?

Haruka Nanami: … I don't know what's going on with me.

I probably like Otoya-kun and want to stay by his side forever.

But I'm still not sure if this feeling is romantic or not.

As a composer, I could also be attracted to his talent.….

But then why is my heart racing so much?

Otoya Ittoki: I see. Then maybe I'll make things clear to you by making your heart race on purpose!

Haruka Nanami: Huh?

Otoya Ittoki: Hehe, just kidding!

Haruka Nanami: … Oh.

Huh? What is this? I feel relieved and yet disappointed….

The day before the dance party, we gather in the classroom to borrow the clothes to wear the next day.

There are some students who have their own formal wear, but the average student doesn't own anything that comes close, so the school is providing for us.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, how about this, Haruka? You'll look great in this!

Otoya-kun takes an off-white dress and holds it up to me.

Tomochika Shibuya: Off-white? Hmm, I don't know, how about something more flashy?

Natsuki Shinomiya: I think a cherry blossom colored dress would look lovely on you.

Masato Hijirikawa: I think a blue dress would be nice.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Umm….

I've never worn a formal dress before, so I have no idea what kind would look good on me.

Tomochika Shibuya: So? Which one would you like?

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Um, uhh….

Select the phrase!

1) Off-white. オフホワイトで。(+20 Love, +5 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, so you agree? I think this will look the best on you! It looks super cute!

Haruka Nanami: … T-thank you….

I feel so embarrassed.

2) Pink's nice. ピンクがいいです。(+0 Love, +10 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: You think so, too? Hehe, thank you very much.

Haruka Nanami: … You're welcome.

Tomochika Shibuya: Ah, hold on, Haruka. The bugs got to it. It’s no-good. You've gotta pick something else.

Haruka Nanami: Umm…. Then the off-white one….

3) The sky blue dress…. 水色のドレスが・・・(+0 Love, +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I think this one looks wonderful, but…. The size seems to be too big.

Masato Hijirikawa: I see, the size is off…. Then it can't be helped. You should pick something else.

Haruka Nanami: … Then I pick the off-white one.

Tomochika Shibuya: Okay, that's settled! Let's get changed right away!

Haruka Nanami: Huh…? Wait, Tomo-chan—

Tomochika Shibuya: You don't know if it's good until you try it on, right?

Tomo-chan drags me to the changing room. However, I've never worn this style of dress before….

Is this really something a person like me should wear…?

I change into the dress and come back to the classroom.

Otoya Ittoki: ….

Natsuki Shinomiya: ….

Masato Hijirikawa: ….

Ah…. Everyone's speechless. It's maybe because I'm wearing something I'm not used to….

Otoya Ittoki: Whoa…. I'm shocked. I didn't think you could look this cute!

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, wait! I mean, you're always cute, but… you just… look different than usual…!

Masato Hijirikawa: Ahh…. It is said that women can change drastically but…. I didn't think you could become this beautiful….

Natsuki Shinomiya: For a moment, I thought you were a completely different person.

Tomochika Shibuya: You heard that, Haruka? This is great!

Select the phrase!

1) Huh…? Huh…? え・・・？え・・・？(+0 Love, +5 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Don't think so hard about it. You look really cute and you should be proud of yourself!

2) You're flattering me, but thank you. 社交辞令でも嬉しい。(+10 Love, +0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Flattering? Me? Why would I lie to you?

Otoya Ittoki: You look really, really cute! I was so surprised! It's the truth!

3) Th-Thank you…. あ、ありがとうございます・・・ (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Y-you're welcome….

Tomochika Shibuya: Why are you two blushing so much? Sheesh!

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka! You ready?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes.

The party begins at 7 PM. Otoya-kun and I meet up in the classroom thirty minutes before the party starts.

Otoya Ittoki: Then let's go, shall we?

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, yes. Sorry, I should apologize in advance, but I'm going to really cause some trouble tonight.

Otoya-kun flashes a mischievous grin.

Haruka Nanami: What do you mean by trouble?

Otoya Ittoki: Let's just say… it's something really big. Haruka, do you trust me?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I've always believed in you, Otoya-kun.

Otoya Ittoki: I see, I'm glad!

The banquet hall is a place that students usually are not allowed into. According to the principal, it's a place for adults to mingle.

Normally, it's a place for the rich and the elite, which is why it's so extravagant.

Marble floors, large chandeliers…. The soft red carpet feels nice under my feet.

There is a large Christmas tree in the back that is decorated with sparkling ornaments.

The tables are lined with an abundance of dishes.

Haruka Nanami: This is amazing!

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah…. We're definitely out of place here.

Haruka Nanami: But at least everyone from our class is here today.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I guess you're right.

Shining Saotome: HA HA HA! Sorry for keeping you waiting, everyone.

Shining Saotome: Now the dance party shall begin! Boys and girls will be close to each other to dance, but….

Shining Saotome: Be sure to keep things in moderation and not fall in love!

Otoya Ittoki: I refuse!

Otoya-kun yells out.

Shining Saotome: Why? Mr. Ittoki, did you say something?

Murmur, murmur.

The entire hall is stirring.

Otoya Ittoki: I said I refuse. I won't lie in front of the girl I love!

Shining Saotome: I said love is absolutely, POSITIVELY forbidden. YOU understand what that means, right?

Otoya Ittoki: No, I don't!

Shining Saotome: … What?

The principal's eyebrows perk up.

Otoya Ittoki: I love her.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…!?

W-w-what? What's going on?

Murmur, murmur.

Male Student A: H-hey…. That guy is defying the principal.

Male Student B: That guy's idol career is finished. Well, not like it ever began in the first place.

Tokiya Ichinose: He's such an idiot. No one who has defied him has ever survived in this industry….

Tokiya Ichinose: But, well, this is very much like him….

Ringo Tsukimiya: O… Oto-kun! What are you saying…? You shouldn’t do this…!

We're the center of attention of the entire hall. Tsukimiya-sensei is looking at us desperately.

Otoya Ittoki: What's so bad about it?

Shining Saotome: It is me who has decided that no love is allowed.

Otoya Ittoki: So?

Shining Saotome: I decide the rules in this academy. What I say is final. I don't allow defiance!

Otoya Ittoki: Then change it. This rule is wrong!

Shining Saotome: Hrrrm…!

Girl Student A: Please, stop! If you anger the principal, your life is over!

Male Student A: Bravery and recklessness are two different things! Apologize right now!

Girl Student B: Please, don't anger the principal more than this!

Ringo Tsukimiya: W-what's with you? Stop joking around. Ahaha, come on, say you're joking. You just wanted to try out saying those things, right?

Tokiya Ichinose: Teacher, do you really think those are the eyes of someone who's joking? That idiot is completely serious. There's no use in stopping him.

Tokiya Ichinose: I always thought he's an idiot but I didn't think he could possibly be this stupid…. It's amazing, really.

Tokiya Ichinose: He should just grovel at his feet and apologize…. If he does that now, there's a slight chance of him still being forgiven.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Come on, please, take it back! Shiny will forgive you if you do it now!

Otoya Ittoki: Thanks, both of you! I'm happy that you feel that way, but it's okay….

Otoya-kun smiles at Tsukimiya-sensei and Ichinose-san, then turns to look straight at the principal.

Anyone who angers the principal won't survive for long.

We've been hearing that from everyone around us, but….

I just don't think that the principal is that frightening of a person.

He's sturdy, strong, and does bizarre things from time to time… but deep down, I think he's a good person.

Otoya Ittoki: I love her and want to be in a relationship with her, but I don't have any plans of quitting this school. That's all I wanted to say.

Shining Saotome: You have some guts! Don't think you can get away unscathed after defying THE Shining Saotome!

Shining Saotome: I have connections in a variety of industries! I'll get you blacklisted and prevent you from ever being hired!

Shining Saotome: With just one fell swoop of my pen, you'd be out of work for the rest of your life! Would you still defy me despite that?

Otoya Ittoki: I'm fine with that! If I lie about my feelings, then everything would become a lie!

Otoya Ittoki: And if that's the case, there wouldn't be any reason to live anyway! Let's go, Haruka!

He reaches his hand out to me. If I take that hand, there will be no return.

And yet….

Haruka Nanami: Sure!

I take his hand.

Otoya Ittoki: Sorry everyone for the ruckus!

He bows his head and leads me out of the hall.

Otoya Ittoki: Whoo! That felt great!

He grins with a refreshed look on his face.

Otoya Ittoki: Tomorrow's going to be rough!

Despite saying that, he doesn't sound grim at all.

Otoya Ittoki: But for some reason, I feel so excited!

Otoya Ittoki: I stood up against Shining Saotome of all people, but I don't feel anxious at all! However, there's one thing I'm scared about.

Haruka Nanami: Scared…? Why?

I can't imagine anything scarier for him than the principal.

Otoya Ittoki: Hey, Haruka….

Haruka Nanami: Yes?

Otoya Ittoki: I love you.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

My mind goes blank at his sudden confession and for a moment, I can't process what he said.

Otoya Ittoki: So, Haruka, what about you? Do you… love me too?

His gaze pierces me like an arrow into a bull's-eye.

The look in his eyes is filled with confidence, as if denying any other possible response other than, "Yes, I do."

In fact, that is how I truly feel. I knew what the answer was the moment I took his hand back at the hall.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I do. I… love you too, Otoya-kun.

My heart knows that's how I felt this entire time.

However, I feel like I've just been avoiding my feelings because I kept worrying about the no love rule.

Otoya Ittoki: I see. I believed that you felt the same way about me too, but I was a little scared that maybe I was just misunderstanding.

Otoya Ittoki: I also caused a lot of trouble for you, so I wanted to make things clear.

Otoya Ittoki: I'm sorry, I must've really surprised you. What I did back there was so sudden and I got you involved, but I don't think I'm doing anything wrong!

He just wants to be honest with his feelings. I don't think that's wrong at all.

However….

Haruka Nanami: U-um… sorry about asking this after I agreed to go with you, but…. Isn't this against the school rules…?

Well, we already angered the principal before we ended up here….

Otoya Ittoki: Of course!

What a simple answer… as if this isn't a big deal.

He really is direct.

Otoya Ittoki: But I have no intention of hiding! That's why I took you away from the party.

Otoya Ittoki: We're not doing anything wrong! We just love each other, that's all!

Otoya Ittoki: You agree, right? The school rules are wrong for banning love in the first place!

Haruka Nanami: Yes… that may be true.

Otoya Ittoki: I wasn't raised by my actual parents, so I was never sure what "love" really meant.

Otoya Ittoki: But now I know how precious loving one another is and how necessary it is to keep living.

Otoya Ittoki: I met you and fell in love with you. I learned what "love" was for the first time.

Haruka Nanami: Love?

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah. This is the first time I ever felt this strong of a bond with another person. I won't go back to being alone. I love you.

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

I wanted to say the words, "Thank you" to him but they're stuck in my throat.

Otoya Ittoki: You, your dreams, my dreams—all of that is so precious to me. I can't sing without you, and I can't fulfill my dreams if I can't sing.

Otoya Ittoki: At first, my dream was just a small yearning for something more. I thought that if I became an idol, my real father would find me.

Otoya Ittoki: I thought if he came, I would stop feeling so alone, but now, that doesn't matter!

Otoya Ittoki: I love music! I love it with all my heart!

Otoya-kun declares at the top of his lungs.

Otoya Ittoki: I was satisfied with just singing. I was so happy if I managed to hit the right rhythm or sing a clean long high note.

Otoya Ittoki: But when I stood on the stage in that school festival and had the spotlight shine on me while hearing the cheers of the audience….

Otoya Ittoki: That's when I thought, "Ah, this is it!"

Otoya Ittoki: I found that the stage was where I belonged! I want you to be here beside me always.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? M-me? B-but I'm a composer and being on stage is….

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I understand! I just want to feel your presence on the stage, which is why I want to sing your songs.

Otoya Ittoki: Do you know that there's a time out of many where I feel something just clicks.

Otoya Ittoki: That's when I feel one with you, the composer.

Otoya Ittoki: That could just be me overthinking things, but it feels great!

Otoya Ittoki: Maybe that too is love.

Otoya Ittoki: I become one with you on stage. I want everyone to know our love. I want to spread happiness through our love.

Otoya Ittoki: We can't do that unless we're together, right?

Otoya Ittoki: That's why we should change the school rules!

Select the phrase!

1) Change the rules…? 校則を・・・変える？(+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Is that even possible…?

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah! Think about it, that old man decides the rules of the school, right?

Otoya Ittoki: We just have to convince him to change them!

Otoya Ittoki: What I did earlier was a declaration of war, I guess!

He says that with a grin.

2) It may be possible. 不可能じゃないかもしれないけど。(+5 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Can we really do that?

The principal decides the school rules, so on the flip side, we could have the rules changed as long as the principal is convinced.

But I think that's a difficult task to undertake.

Otoya Ittoki: We can do it! As long as you believe, there's nothing you can't do!

He declares with utmost confidence and grins.

3) That sounds difficult. 難しいと思う。(+5 Love, +0 Music)

We can surely change the rules if the principal just says so.

But….

Haruka Nanami: I wonder if the principal would be convinced….

Otoya Ittoki: We just need the old man to know how powerful love can be! Don’t you agree?

Haruka Nanami: I-I see….

But, l-love…. My face blushes from embarrassment.

Otoya Ittoki: But I don't think this will be a walk in the park. It's going to be an uphill battle from here on out, so if you don't want to deal with it, tell me now….

Otoya Ittoki: I confessed to you in the hall, but you didn't say anything back there…. You can still pull back.

Otoya Ittoki: I don't want to do anything that troubles you. We can end our relationship right here if you want….

… I don't want it to end here, so I'll….

Haruka Nanami: No, I'm not troubled at all…. I'm fine….

Haruka Nanami: I'll always be by your side, so…. Don't let go of my hand….

Otoya Ittoki: Okay! I won't let go of you! I promise!

Otoya Ittoki: … I'm not alone. I know for sure that you'll always be by my side.

Otoya Ittoki: I'll do my best.

Haruka Nanami: Yes. We can go far as long as we're together. I believe in us.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, let's make him see the light!

We tighten our grip in each other's hands. I vow to myself in my heart that I'll never let go of his hand.

MINI GAME

Ringo Tsukimiya: Let's see…. The theme for today's individual lesson is lyrics.

Ringo Tsukimiya: However, these aren't lyrics a professional wrote…. This is from a student. He asked me for some help.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Would it be alright for you to give some advice about these lyrics as a composer?

Ringo Tsukimiya: The way that this test is done won't be much different from the last lyrics test you took. Just choose from the number of phrases given to you.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Well, there isn't an actual correct answer…. Ah, but the results would show how much you match with the other student….

Ringo Tsukimiya: Hehe, it's nothing! Just talking to myself.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Anyway, let's begin. Choose based on your gut feeling.

S RANK

Otoya Ittoki: I feel like I become honest with myself when I read the lyrics that you wrote. It's as if you wrote down the feelings I couldn't figure out for myself.

He smiles as he looks through the lyrics that I wrote.

He feels the same…. We can make the best songs if we keep writing lyrics and compose music with the same feelings in mind.

Chapter End

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 50. brb x oc

a/n: it's a few minutes before midnight but I can already say that IT'S MY BDAY!!! and idk how to feel about it cause im 30 and i think im having a midlife crisis already. HAH, anyway, this chapter was sweet and it helped contain the horrible thoughts in my mind uwu.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: pure rotting fluff of Rooster being a dad.

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“Okay so, I left milk in the bottles in case she gets hungry,” Beatrice explains while gathering her things for work, “And you know, you can call me if you need more I’m sure Penny would understand.”

Rooster is leaning against the threshold that separated the kitchen and the living room, hands in his sweatpants pockets and chest bare as he watched her talk about everything with hearts in his eyes, “Oh!” she stops suddenly, “Almost forgot, there are extra diapers in our bathroom’s cabinet, I left it there because I didn’t want to–...but you know that already.”

“I do,gorgeous.” he understood her worrying and while it was adorable to see, he helped her put those things away when they bought it, “Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, gorgeous.” he steps closer to wrap his arms around her waist, “Me and Nikki will be just fine.”

“I know, you are a good dad.” and his eyes twinkled over those words, and she was sure it made his whole night already, “And she loves you…I just don’t want her to cry when I leave.”

“Maybe she’ll be a bit noisy, but you know, I don’t think it’ll be that bad.”

“...okay…well,I’ll tell the guys why you stayed behind.” she smiles, then looks down at her phone, “Oh,shit,I gotta go,Roos. Walk me to the door?”

The repeated question from this morning made him grin, “Of course,” he leans down to pick Nicole from her bouncer, luckily she wasn’t asleep yet, and they walk to the garage door as Beatrice puts her bag strap on her shoulder, “Call me when you get to the bar.”

“I will.” Beatrice told the dogs goodbye by scratching each of their heads, then leaned closer to Nicole to kiss her cheek - her daughter just touched her face with her tiny hand as if she wanted to stay, “I have to go,sweetie,I’ll be back soon, okay? I love you,you’ll have a good time with daddy.”

Nicole whimpered a bit, but Rooster kissed her head to calm her down, “She’ll be okay,” Beatrice’s worried eyes turned to him and he grinned, “She will be, don’t worry.” he uses his free hand to cup his wife’s chin up so he could kiss her gently, three quick pecks that make Beatrice laugh against his mouth, “Tell everyone hi for me, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she hesitated a bit before walking down to her red jeep, keeping the two of them in her line of vision until her back touched the car’s driver’s door and she jumped a bit startled, being snapped out of her thoughts as she looked back at the car with a slight frown, “Well,I better go.”

Rooster smiles at her, waving Nikki’s hand much like she did earlier that morning, and that makes Beatrice’s face relax even if her brows are still a bit furrowed. They all watch Beatrice back away from the garage and towards the street, Rooster walks down the steps to keep his eyes on her as she drives off, making sure there was no one outside that could prevent her from leaving the house.

“Well,” he begins once Beatrice is gone, looking down at Nikki, “It’s you and me,birdie, I know there’s not much you can do yet but hey, we can make do.” he turns back around after closing the garage to where the dogs were, Eleanor sniffing the closed door while her brother and mother got back inside with Rooster.

He left the door that led to the garage open so Eleanor could come inside whenever she’d like to, he knew she was the most guard dog of the three of them and she had to sniff around for a few minutes before going back. Meanwhile, he looked down at Nicole, who now was dozing off a little bit, “Listen, birdie, daddy has to have a talk with you.”

It was comical how serious he sounded knowing that his daughter wouldn’t understand it at all, “Mommy has work at night,okay? And daddy goes with her because one, I love her, and two, I want to make sure she’s okay…so here’s the deal,” he walks up the stairs to her room, turning the light on with his elbow, “We leave you at your grandparents and pick you up when mama is done, is that fair?”

Nicole just blinked at him.

“Huh,well I’ll take that as a yes.” he chuckles, placing his daughter inside her crib, seeing her little body stretch over the mattress with her eyes slowly falling shut, “Alright, listen, take your nap, daddy will be downstairs with the monitor close by.” Nicole was already asleep when he finishes speaking, making him grin and lean back from the crib to close the curtains since the sun was still out and he didn’t want her to wake up because of it.

It was exciting to him, it was the first time he’d be alone with Nicole.

“...Holy shit it’s the first time I’m alone with Nicole,” excitement turned into pure raw panic as he started fearing he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He could call his in-laws - who were absolutely understanding about them wishing to keep Nicole home that night, Beatrice’s talk really changed their mindset - or Bea, but he had to be prepared.

So he wandered to the bookshelf they kept in Nicole’s room - the one that looked like a tree trunk with flowers on top - running his fingers over each colorful book until he found the one he was looking for. He did read it during Beatrice’s pregnancy, but it wouldn’t hurt to give it a read again.

‘The First Time Dad Manual: A Step by Step to Fatherhood!’ with a drawing of a father holding a baby, surrounded by stars, looked up at him. Rooster walked back until his knees touched the rocking chair, grunting quietly as he sat down and tried to fit his shoulders in it, “Fuck we might need to buy a new one.” he mutters, “Just so I can fit,I should’ve checked the size when I ordered it.” and after a few more wriggling he finally finds himself in a comfortable position.

He sighs, deciding to reread the whole book again because what if he missed something? So what if he somewhat remembers every line because he read this book every time before bed and even before going to work?

It was always good to check.

“Is this your first child- yes or else I wouldn’t be reading this book,” he mutters after reading the greeting ling, “I’m the author bla bla, I’ll just skip ahead.” and he flips the pages for a while until he find the one he’s looking for.

“Things to do for the first time you are alone with your baby.” the options were pretty much what he and Beatrice talked about earlier, they had planned everything in case Nikki needed an emergency change, she had the bottles saved up and she was also happily asleep in her crib.

Maybe he was overreacting.

He looked over to where Nicole was peacefully asleep, with her tiny fists by her sides, chest rising and falling slowly and he reminded himself that maybe, just maybe, he could relax. He was doing a good job so far, Beatrice thought so, he liked to think so and so did everyone else.

Mav often teased how Nicole had him around her finger just like Beatrice did and he was very right. He’d do anything for either of them, and he had to admit he had his own doubts every now and again.

It wasn’t easy, even if his mother raised him well and the little contact he had with Mav helped him figuring out how a father could be…he missed his dad, he wished he could’ve ask him things, maybe even question him about how do things with Nicole just like he did when he was just a baby.

His mother always said that his father often carried him around the house, always telling him what was happening, what he was doing and…he wished he had more memories to compare. He knew his father would love it, wherever he was he’d love to know he was thinking about him.

“...damn,dad.” he mutters, rubbing his hands up and down his face, “I wish you could’ve met her, you and mom…she’s so precious and so…so sweet. She’s my little birdie,” he smiles softly, huffing out a soft laugh, “...I just want to do a good job, and I’m trying but–”

There’s always that fear, the one he often tried to ignore when he was dating Beatrice and now it came often, too often for his own liking. He looked back at Nicole, at her tiny little hands and her cute face, seeing bits of himself and Beatrice already taking shape on her face and only feared that– what if?

What if it happens again?

What if it does?

He had no control over things like this, but he had to admit that he was more alert than before, ever since the close call back in December from last year he just…put a lot in thought.

He loved what he did but he also loved Nikki and Bea and the thought sometimes haunted him. Well not sometimes, most of the time. He knew he had to be extra careful, check everything, double check it and then go to work as normal as he could. It was hard but it wasn’t impossible.

“I shouldn’t be thinking like this,” he mutters, standing to his feet and placing the book back in the shelf, “Maybe I need to distract myself a bit.” he looks over to where Nikki is sleeping, smiling at her as he leans over the crib’s railing, crossing his arms on top, admiring his daughter’s adorable sleeping face.

“How can someone so small be this adorable?” he questions no one but himself, brushing the side of her cheek with his knuckle and then pushes himself up and out of the room. The dogs were already there, well,Jolene and Jack, Eleanor was boofing and growling downstairs, probably at the neighbor’s cat that often trotted by the house.

He left the door open, even if he had the monitor downstairs he still would like to hear his daughter’s voice in any case, it was better than closing it all the way too. “Anyway, time to distract myself,” and not miss Beatrice. It was the first time in a long while either of them were separated. Hell, he was always at the Hard Deck during her work nights and he…already missed her a lot.

“Silly isn’t it?” he asks the dogs, who look up at him when he walks downstairs, checking the baby monitor he left close to the TV, seeing that Nicole was just the same as before, “It’s not like I won’t see her later,I am just…I just love her a lot.Anyway,” he flops down on the couch withe a pleased groan, whistling to Eleanor to get back inside - smirking because the dog was so used to this she closed the door with her back legs much like a horse kick - and the other two lied below his legs as he propped them on the coffee table.

With the house so weirdly silent, he just turned the tv on in hopes he could ease his mind of the worries that often scurried by, deciding to finish the third season of Golden Girl one more time. He was so thankful for Beatrice showing him different shows, because not only he was tired of everything his friends talked about but he also liked having something light to watch, something that showed four elderly women living their lives in Florida while discovering their love life and dealing with subjects people still have issues talking about today.

And he really liked Sophia.

She wasn’t his favorite just because Beatrice said how much she reminded her of her nonna, but only because he wanted to be exactly like her when he reached that age. As the show was running, his eyes flicked between the TV and the baby monitor not too far from him, seeing that Nicole was still fast asleep without any plans of waking up, sometimes he’d see a huge snout sniffing the crib’s bars and knew that one of the dogs was checking on her for him as well.

So, it was going well so far.

He knew it was going to be okay.

He ended up napping on the couch, arms crossed and head leaned back against the backrest as he snored, Jack and Eleanor were sleeping under his legs while Jolene was next to him on the couch, her head on his thigh, the four of them sleeping soundly, so much so he couldn’t hear the TV anymore.

Four episodes went by and he didn’t even notice. Honestly he was so comfortable there it was hard to imagine two hours had passed and his daughter was now awake but not crying, however she was moving a bit in her crib. It’s Eleanor, whose huge head lifts from the floor when she hears the quiet whining coming from the baby monitor, that lets him know by nosing the back of his knee.

Rooster jostles awake, curling his leg up to his chest in surprise, trying to understand where he was, “What?” he blinks hard, rubbing his hands from his scalp to his chin, trying to rub the sleep off when he hears Nicole’s gentle whimpers coming from the monitor, “Oh,shit.” he jolts to his feet, almost tripping over himself.

It wasn’t that intense, honestly she wasn’t even crying yet.

In fact, even Nicole looked surprised when her father showed up, breathing heavily and leaning over the crib’s railing to look down at her, “What’s wrong, birdie?” he asks, “Hungry?” but by the smell it was something else but hunger, “Ah.”

That’s fine, he just had to wake up a bit more.

“Sorry,birdie,let daddy just,” he yawns as he drops his forehead to the inside of his arm, as if it was too heavy for him to keep it up. Nicole just watched, intently, to her father’s antics, even her whimpering diminished as she too tried to understand what he was doing.

He snatches his head up, “Okay!” followed by quick slaps to his cheeks, “I’m awake, now come on,missy, time for your bath.” he gently picks her up, holding her to his chest with one arm as he opens her dresser with the other,grabbing a pink onesie that left her chubby legs bare, closing it with his foot, ‘There, now, we can go.”

Nicole just looked around a little bit more as they entered the master bedroom, another whine leaving her lips. Rooster looks down at her and then back at the room with a frown, “Mama isn’t here, birdie,I know.” that only made his daughter’s little cry get louder, “I know,I know,I miss her too. I miss her too.”

He placed the pink bathtub inside their actual bathtub - something Rooster called ‘bathtubception’ everytime they gave Nicole a bath - and checked the water’s temperature. Luckily, after tossing the diaper away and giving her a bath she seemed calmer…for a little bit.

As he buttoned her onesie up and adjusted her on his arms again, she whined one more time, the same way as before, “Baby girl, I know,” he felt so bad because she looked so sad, “I know,I know you miss mama, but it’s okay, we are going to have some fun tonight, yeah?”

Nicole just pressed her head to his trapezoid as he carried her out of the room, “Let’s get you something to eat…and honestly, I need to eat too because it’s already dinner time.” yes, his stomach agreed with that as well.

As he placed Nikki in her bouncer to warm up her milk, he heard his phone ping from the living room. He quickly grabbed it and grinned once he saw who it was.

Bea (20:01)

Roos!How’s everything? How’s Nikki? Are you two okay?

Roos (20:03)

We are fine, gorgeous, she just woke up from her nap and I’m heating up her milk and warming up some leftovers for me :) How are you though? How’s the bar?

Beatrice sent him a picture of the bar and in fact it was packed with people, he laughed when he saw the Dagge Squad looking back at Beatrice from their corner, throwing thumbs ups and victory signs at the camera.

Bea (20:05)

It’s nonstop, Roos. Penny said this is the biggest influx of people she had seen in a long time. So we are all taking quick breaks :3. So I decided to message you and see how you guys are.

Roos (20:06)

Well, aren’t you sweet ;) but we are fine. I just woke up from a nap too so I’m a bit…groggy

Bea (20:06)

Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw? Groggy? That doesn’t seem real.

Roos (20:07)

Keep saying my full name and I’m just I can be quite alert by the time you get home gorgeous ;)

Bea (20:09)

!! stop it. That’s mean, you can’t tease your wife from far away…but really, you don’t have to wait for me if you are tired, you know I get home around midnight.

Rooster frowned once he read it, he knew that and knowing he wasn’t going to bring her home only made this thought pop even harder in his head. He leans his lower back against the counter as he types his response

Roos (20:10)

Gorgeous, I’m going to wait for you outside the house. There’s no way I’m sleeping without seeing you walk through the door. Also, maybe someone can follow you to the car…ask Hangman or Payback to go with you, they can wait.

Bea (20:11)

Roos,Shells will stay behind, you know she’s worse than a Malinois when she needs to be. I’ll be fine. I promise. <3

Roos (20:12)

I’ll still stay up, gorgeous. And I’m going to wait for you.

Honestly,Beatrice brought the romantic out of him every time they spoke. The power that woman had on him and how willing he was to have that magic wrap around his heart was incredible, but like he always said Beatrice was pretty much like a fairy. He turns the stove off and checks the milk with the tip of his finger - just like his mother in law taught him - and pressed to the back of his hand, “Perfect.”

Bea (20:15)

Roos,I’ll have to go back now.I’ll talk to you later okay? :)

Roos (20:15)

Okay,Gorgeous.I love you, a lot.

Bea (20:16)

I love you too!! <3

And she was gone then, so he had something else to worry about. Thankfully, he just reheated some of the lasagna his mother in law was so very kind to cook for them - even if Beatrice always told her mother there was no need - and grabbed the bottle with Nicole’s milk on it. Since he had to feed her first, he just left his plate in the microwave and smiled on his way over to the baby, “Hi, pretty thing!” he coos, “Hi!Come here, time for your dinner.”

Nicole’s eyes crossed when he held the bottle above her lips, her brows furrowing a bit, “It’s milk,birdie, come on.” It takes a few seconds, Nicole looking amazingly suspicious of whatever this thing was and Rooster had to think of something, looking around for an idea…and he sees one of Beatrice’s coats hanging close by, “Aha.”

It’s a bit weird to see, but he wraps the bottle with Beatrice’s coat in hopes that her mother’s smell could make Nicole finally eat…and it worked! “...maybe someone did this before.” he comments to himself, sitting on the piano bench with his back against the closed keys, legs stretched in front of him, “I don’t know, it’s all about instinct, birdie.” Nicole was too busy eating to pay attention, barely peeking one eye open at him, “You’ll know when you are older.”

He smiled down at her because he still couldn’t believe that this little girl was his. She was showing changes already, she was still a bit baby but the main ones were her hair length and the characteristics that reminded her of her parents.

She had Beatrice’s nose as he knew she did, his chin and he wasn’t sure if her lips were more his or Beatrice’s, but they were rosy pink and absolutely adorable to look at. Especially when she smiled, that she got from her mother too, “Oh you are so hungry, holy shit,” very few times they had to bottle feed Nicole so seeing how fast the milk was leaving the bottle was astonishing, “You’ll have some strong bones growing up. Don’t be like your dad. Don’t break them.” he looked back at the piano with a wistful look, it has been a long while since he played honestly and he felt his fingers tingling, begging to have the ivories under his spell one more time.

But he had other things in his mind right now, that feeling could wait. His eyes then slowly traveled up, up and up until they stopped at the three frames hanging above the piano: the one with his father and himself wearing a cowboy hat, the one in the middle with both of his parents just as his dad got back from deployment - still wearing the suit - and in the left corner it was the signed Jerry Lee Lewis record.

Beatrice suggested they did this, because it’d be a lovely homage to his parents - not to mention the other pictures she decorated the walls with - to have them where he remembered them the most…and how cathartic to him was to have his baby daughter in his arms and see his parents looking down at him?

He felt his eyes sting, quickly wiping them with his bicep since he couldn’t stop feeding Nikki, sniffling quietly, clearing his throat to regain focus of the task at hand. He had this warm feeling all over him, like a blanket that just cocooned him from the world and all its problems, like his mother used to do.

You did so good,Brad. I’m so proud of you.

Your mother is right,you did really good, son.

He’s brimming with emotion, trying his best not to cry on top of his daughter who by now finished her bottle and was booking up at him. Bradley just sniffled again, finally using his hand to wipe the one tear that slid down the corner of his eye, “Anyway,” he laughs tearfully, “Daddy’s fine, let’s,” another sniffle, “Let’s just get ready to burp you, yeah?”

As Rooster places the jacket away and puts a towel he brought along on his shoulder, tapping Nicole’s back to help her burp, he hears her make little noises close to his ear. He at first thought it was just discomfort, but they didn’t seem like the usual noises she’d make, so he turned to check on her only to see those bright eyes locked on the piano.

He slows the tapping on her back, flicking his gaze from the piano to her several times…until a smile shows up, “...I think it’s good to keep that in the family, huh?”

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stuckintwistedwonderland · 2 years

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Vice dorm leaders receiving a massage

Versión en español ¡Ya disponible!: LINK

We all know that the vice leaders of Twisted Wonderland work a lot and today was no exception, I think it's time to reward them for their efforts, don't you think?

Warnings: S/o gender neutral, Platonic relationship with Ortho, Text in second person, Long text

TREY

He's been cooking all day for a non-birthday party. Today was a special occasion so he had to prepare an absurd amount of desserts

Even with all the help of various members of Heartslabyul. It was still ridiculously stressful.

When the party finished Trey went to his room and just lay down on the bed wanting to rest, but he couldn't disconnect from work

You saw him walking into his room, although he didn't express it you could see that he was exhausted both physically and mentally

So you knocked on his door and walked in, you were worried about him and you ask him if you could do something for him.

"Heh, if you could just take the stress off my shoulders." He said jokingly still laying down, but he didn't expect you to sit on his bed and ask him to get up and sit.

He was more surprised when you started to massage his shoulders and later his entire back. Without realizing it he had begun to relax

After a while you could hear a sigh of relief, it seemed as if he had released the last trace of stress that he had.

When you finished with the massage. Trey turned around and lay with you on the bed with a calm smile.

He just sighed a "Thank you" before finally falling asleep.

RUGGIE

You don't understand how Ruggie endures on to Leona in the first place, but you know Leona has been more demanding than usual today

Wash his clothes for the week, get the dishes of the day for him (Or even cook for him), do all Leona homework plus his own homework

If you didn't confront the dorm leader earlier, it's because you found Ruggie exhausted and on the verge to collapse. You will may be mad with the lion, but the hyena was more important

Before Ruggie could continue on his way, you drag him into his room and ask him to lie face down on the bed.

“Hey S/o you know I'm busy I still have to-” He sighed a little but when you gave him a firm, concerned look he relented. The hyena let you take off his jacket and he lay down on his bed

At first he seemed a bit reluctant when you started touching his back. He was tense and couldn't help but remember a certain hunter

But you finally get him to relax and forget what he was doing.

You can also see how his tail wags slightly, his ears droop and you could swear hear a little purr from him

You can see how Ruggie's phone starts to vibrate in his jacket: It was Leona, you immediately hung up on him and turned off the phone

JADE

The Monstro Lounge was busier than usual, on the one hand, you were happy because the business was good, but on the other hand, you were worried about the work that was going to accumulate

It was hard to tell when Jade was exhausted, he always kept that smile and that perfect butler facade. There was no doubt that he was a professional

However, when a troublesome customer started getting on his nerves, he heaved an exhausted sigh. You already realized that you needed to take him out for a moment

Azul was outside his office and you took the opportunity to ask him if he could let Jade go with you since he seemed a bit tired. Azul seems surprised that you saw it

"How do you know?" "Ah... Well I..." "No, I mean, I trust in you, but-" "So can I take Jade for a moment?" Azul knew you were going to keep insisting so he gave in "... 20 minutes"

Saying this, you did not hesitate to take Jade to Octavinelle's main room and unlike the lounge the receiver was empty

"I appreciate you worrying for me, but I'm perfectly fine, I didn't need to-" You cut him off when you looked into his eyes, that defiant look made the eel smile "Okay, okay, so what do you want me to do?"

You sat on the sofa and told him to do it too, but with his back to you. Jade knew exactly what you wanted to do to her and she played along.

You started massaging his shoulders and I didn't expect to enjoy it so much. You and the eel can feel how he relaxing while you doing it. He had heard how relaxing they were, but it was better than he expected.

The 20 minutes passed quickly and they both knew that he had to go back to work... "Little fish, we'll resume the massage when the night is over, right?"

JAMIL

It wasn't new to you that Jamil was been busy tending to Kalim plus all the parties going on in Scarabia.

But today he was particularly grumpy. Possibly because of all the accumulated stress

You couldn't tell him to absent because after all it was his job to take care of Kalim and it was difficult to convince the leader not to have any parties because well, makes (almost) everyone happy... But then you had an idea

You asked Kalim if they could 'have a calm afternoon' in Scarabia today. He seemed a little discouraged at first, but when you mentioned going to the oasis and his smile lit up.

It was the perfect place. A day at the oasis where Jamil can keep an eye on Kalim but also relax. So all of Scarabia went on an excursion to the oasis

Jamil seemed happy that he didn't have to work so much that day. So you took the young man to bathe with you. He would normally refuse, but he didn't seem put up much resistance today.

The boy was still alert and in fact when you touched his back he stiffened from your touch. You asked him to relax and reluctantly he remained at your disposal

With a bit of hesitation he let you touch and massage his back. Oh god, he didn't know what was in store for him when you started squeezing his most sore spots.

He was in glory. He was the one who normally gave the massages and this was the first time he was given this same treatment. Add the fact that you were there spending time with him (which was already something scarce) in addition to how refreshing the water was, He was in paradise!

Jamil may suggest going to the oasis more often. Especially if you are there

ROOK

It was strange that our hunter was tired or stressed, he has the same beauty and care sessions as the queen so, unlike the rest of the vice leaders, he's normally in a better mood

That does not prevent you from wanting to have a nice detail with him, Rook was always aware of your well-being so you also wanted to return that treatment

You were in the forest of Pomefiore, it was a particularly good day so it was ideal for a picnic

So when both of them were resting lying next to each other, you suggest giving him a massage. Of course Rook will be delighted with this "gesture of love"

He took off his jacket and then sat with his back to you, he was at your full disposal. You followed him by getting on your knees behind him

You started massaging his back, his shoulders and his collarbone, you noticed that he was a bit tense at first, but he quickly relaxed at your touch.

You could hear a humming from him and before you could check his condition, he laid his head on your lap.

You were surprised see him for the first time with a slight blush and a genuine smile. He was really happy that you did this for him

Rook looked at you, took one of your hands and put it on his cheek, sighing at your touch.

"Mon Amour, let me return the favor, you have alleviated all my concerns with your hands, this is the least I can do" Rook kisses the palm of your hand waiting for your answer

ORTHO

Literally incapable of feeling stress, Iida made sure his brother didn't go through those kinds of feelings.

BUT Ortho can detect the stress of others especially his brother and wanted to help him in some way. Iida didn't seem willing to ask for help so he went looking for you for advice.

You tell your experience and suggest many ways to help relax that he can use with Iida and the others, but Ortho drew his attention to one in particular: massages.

You explain a bit how it works, but he needs a practical example so he turns his back. You didn't know exactly how to massage him considering his metallic body, but suddenly, the boy commented:

“Oh! I have sensors to detect your touches, don't worry!” Then you touch his back and I actually detect your movements

You show him with light touches on his shoulders, back and part of the spine points where they can help de-stress the body. He records everything and seems to understand how it works

Ortho asks if he can apply what he learned on you and you offers your back to him.

He was a bit rough at first, but with patience, he learned quite quickly and why not say it, the massage was quite pleasing.

He is a good robo-child, but he is aware that he has a lot of strength and can inadvertently hurt you, so he asks you a lot if he does it well.

He will not hesitate in apply all this to Iida once he returns to his room.

LILIA

Lilia does not usually get stressed, but he does get tired and you can tell when he is weary. Especially when he’s being the 'father' of 3 teenagers

Today was one of those long days where he was effectively exhausted, seeing you waiting for him in the main hall made he smile and hugged you

Seeing that he didn't surprise you like he normally would made you suspicious of his condition and you asked him

"Yes... I'm just glad to see you" The bat whispered, you kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes for a moment. You asked if you could do something for him

Lilia smiles at you and affirms that only being here is sufficient but that response it didn't satisfy you and he realized "Well, if you really want... You could give me a massage" he suggests and you seemed more pleased

They both sit on the sofa and he turns his back, as you massage him he also tells you where to touch and it feels great

Lilia is the one who usually takes care of others, so seeing how you take care of him makes him feel loved.

After a while he tells you it's enough for today, at first you thought he had done something wrong, but suddenly he turned around and hugged you again.

Slowly leaned towards you causing you both to lie on the sofa, Lilia being on top of you resting his head on your chest and suspire at the peace he felt.

He was going to suggest that you give these massages to Malleus, Silver or Sebek… But he prefers to be egoistic and have these moments only for himself

~ Mod Azuln’t

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