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aphrogeneias · 2 months

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𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: during a quiet afternoon, you and eddie discuss (hypothetical) wedding songs.

author's note: it feels right to repost this the day before valentine's. i hope you all have, or someday find, a love that makes you feel the same way i do when i listen to the song referenced in this story <3

"Have you ever thought about what song you're gonna want to play at your wedding?"

You were both sitting at the old brown couch of the Munson's front porch, the afternoon breeze blowing through the unusually quiet Trailer Park. There were no dogs barking, no kids running, no yelling coming from a neighbor's trailer. Only the sun, the late autumn chill, and the gentle breeze.

Eddie was lying down, his head on top of your crossed legs as you played with his hair. Your question caught him off-guard, looking up at you with raised eyebrows.

"You mean at our wedding?"

He could tell you were flustered by the way you hesitated to answer, brows furrowing, trying to disguise it. The urge to lift himself up and give you a smacking kiss on the forehead was temporarily buried inside, waiting to hear what you had to say. "I don't know. Like, a hypothetical wedding. With a hypothetical bride."

His answer was earnest, though.

"The only bride that's ever come to mind is you, babe."

"Just answer the damn question!" You exclaimed, rising both of your hands in the air.

"I just told you I don't know! I've never thought about getting hitched, never mind what song I'd want to play at the ceremony."

This bit was earnest as well. Eddie had never, in his twenty years, thought about getting married. His parents' disaster of a relationship made sure that he'd never seen marriage as something healthy, let alone an option. There were also his beliefs that marriage was a failed institution made to subjugate people, and that the church and the state shouldn't have a say in people's relationships.

Eddie thought he'd be like Wayne and live his life without a partner, just go through with it by himself. It was much less complicated, even if lonely.

He was seldom lonely now, with you in his life — and though you were way too early in your relationship, or too young and inexperienced, to think about marriage, if he was to think about it, it would be with you. Every one of his other thoughts ran to you, this one would be no different.

"Not the ceremony. A first dance kind of song, you know?"

He considered a few options for a moment, in silence, but he was still curious to know what you were thinking. "If you're asking me that question, that means that you already know yours, don't you?"

"You don't know that. I'm just asking." You shrugged, lowering your voice, suddenly vulnerable. "Forget what I said."

"Sweetheart…" Eddie laid fully on his back, looking up at you. "Tell me what's the song."

Narrowing your eyes at him from above, you grabbed his chin, squishing his lips for a second. "You're gonna laugh at me."

"When have I ever…" Remembering all the times, in the early days of your blossoming friendship, where he followed you around the record store with the sole purpose of laughing at your music choices, he stopped, scoffing at himself. "Don't answer that."

Gently, you pushed him off of you and stood up, silently going into the house.

"Just tell me! Now I want to know." Eddie protested as he followed you inside.

He watched as you went into his room, bent down at the waist — and what a view that was, he thought to himself, not trusting to make a lewd comment to distract you from the moment — and quickly looked through his records, finally pulling one from the crate.

Trying to think of what it could be, because he had no idea what song in his large collection of tapes and long plays could possibly be enough of your taste to be played at your (hypothetical) wedding. When he saw it, though, it clicked.

It was a copy of The Beatles' "Revolver". His only copy of an album by your favorite band. You had gifted it to him after he told you he found the experimentation, and all the drug references, in it "badass". He really did, and he was happy to own it as long as it made you happy.

Still silent, you put it in the record player above his dresser, and selected a track without looking at the listing in the back cover, most likely commiting each one of them to memory. His heart swelled as he watched you turn around, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, struggling to meet his eyes as the song started.

"To lead a better life

I need my love to be here…"

Paul McCartney's voice and the two-voice harmony that accompanied him was the only thing that could be heard in his bedroom for a moment, until you started explaining yourself.

"When I was younger, sometimes… Actually, I still do that…" you started, "I listen to this song when I'm alone, and I feel like swaying to it. Like I'm slow dancing with someone, you know? Two steps to the left, two steps to the right." You did a little dancing motion, lightening up the mood. "It's the perfect song to dance to, but I'd never had a partner to dance with me. So I'd dream about it, about the day I'd have someone who'd love me enough to dance with me."

Your sad smile broke his heart, but what put it together was knowing he could be the one to dance with you.

"It's such a simple song, really. Just a guitar and the vocal harmonies, but it's… it's beautiful. Makes me feel like I'm floating, or something." You continued.

Eddie approached you, then, pulling you forward by both of your hands and making you stand flush to his chest, where he held you by the waist with one arm, the other raising to hold the hand that wasn't resting on his shoulder.

"I'm not much of a dancer, but I'll dance to any song you want to."

It was a murmur, a promise whispered by his lips touching your hairline. You chuckled, your head resting on his collarbone, and began swaying the two of you just as you said before. Two steps to the left, two to the right.

Eddie added his own flair, spinning you around, and it was worth it just to see the you giggled. The song wasn't long, a little over two minutes long, but it was long enough to trap you in your little world, your hypothetical wedding dance, in his very real, very messy bedroom.

"So… is that our wedding song?" He teased, still holding you, after it was over.

You slapped his arm lightly, but he could feel you smiling against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. "It could be."

"I like it, baby."

Then, you look up, wrapping your arms around his lean waist. "Really?"

"I like whatever makes you feel like you're floating."

"Do you wanna know what else makes me feel like that?"

"Weed?"

"You."

At that moment, Eddie still knew he didn't want the church or the state to be involved in your relationship, but he wouldn't mind throwing a party just to make the most beautiful girl in the world float around the room for one night.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

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loverleah · 2 months

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in between | leah williamson

- “(s)he laughs at her eyes, at her smile, the glasses on her face.”

in which: you rewatch all your favourite moments with leah.

warnings: hella fluff, swear words

you were a footballer. an outstanding one, to say the least. but on the side you took up vlogging, where you would film and post your favourite bits and pieces of your life.

leah was a frequent participant in your videos, which had over a hundred thousand subscribers. your supporters seemed to love your content when she was included, so what once was your vlogging channel soon turned into a “leah williamson fan page” according to the blonde herself.

on one particularly boring thursday, you had decided to rewatch all of your vlogs (the ones leah were in). you had stayed home from training due to “coming down with a sickness”while leah left to see her physio. with nobody to speak to and nothing to do, this was the only way you could entertain yourself.

VLOG 16 | gingerbread disaster ft. leah

“leah! stop it!” you scolded, slapping the taller girls fingers away as she previously attempted to tickle at your stomach.

“what? you won’t let me love you ‘cause you’re bloody camera is on?” she said sarcastically, hand on her heart. “i’m hurt, baby. truly.”

you turned away from her and rolled your eyes at the camera, mumbling a few incoherent words to yourself. you were both dressed in christmas sweaters and had santa hats on, you two were building gingerbread houses for the video.

“seriously lee, i’m halfway through mine and you haven’t even started building yours!” you exclaimed after looking over leah’s shoulder only to see she had been eating the chocolate you had bought.

“chocolate is supposed to be eaten!”

VLOG 23 | lazy saturdays

“hey everyone. this is for those of you who think leah is all tough and scary and that she wears the pants in the relationship.” you whisper out to the camera, shifting your arm so it is pointed directly at leah.

the defender had her hair sticking out in all different places, her mouth open and full body laying on top of yours. it was early on a saturday morning, you both decided on a relaxed day at home the night before considering you two had nothing on.

“she does this all the time, by the way. always sleeping. not as energetic and serious anymore, ey?” you giggle to yourself, squishing leah’s cheeks.

this action seemed to wake the girl up, her eyes widened at the sight of your camera right in her face.

“fuck fuck! no, get rid! get rid of it!” she wails, hurriedly stumbling to her feet as she chased you out of your shared bedroom.

“that’s going on all my social media, lee!”

VLOG 25 | day with the arsenal

“okay, so this is how you hold it.” you explain to kyra, your best friend and national teammate, “make sure the camera is straight and facing you, so they can see clearly.”

“uh, okay.” the younger girl nods, fumbling with the camera in her hands.

“honestly ky, you’re hopeless!” leah teases, yelping as kyra reaches for her ponytail. “ah! help, y/n, help!”

you grab the camera from kyra’s hands, hysterically laughing while you film the two girls wrestle as beth and vic chant “fight, fight, fight!”

“poor alessia looks like she’s going to shit herself,” viv laughs. you smile as you shift the camera to face alessia. the blonde stood behind lotte, grimacing as leah and kyra continued to yell and shove each other.

“let go of me you rodent!”

“you first, willy bum!”

a series of “ooo’s” and “oh no’s” were heard as kim entered the locker room.

“what is going on?” she yells, eyebrows furrowed as the group fell silent. you hid your camera underneath cloe’s elbow as katie and caitlin made room for kim to walk through.

the older captain grabs both the girls on the ground by their ears as they complain and point fingers at each other.

“kyra tore my top!”

“you bit my finger!”

the rest of the arsenal girls stifle their laughs as both kyra and leah were dragged by their ears out of the locker room.

“time out for the rest of break!”

VLOG 28 | special 200k QNA ft. leah’s horrid cooking

“-so that’s why i wear number 24 on the back of my shirt! i also wanted a two digit number and it kinda just stuck up until now-“

you were cut off by a loud shriek and a loud crash. you were situated in your room, where you had a bowl full of printed questions next to you which leah had handpicked from the poll you had put up earlier. she had told you she would be in the kitchen, where she never usually is, so you assumed she would wait there for you and not actually cook up a storm.

“fuck!” you swore, hurriedly grabbing your camera behind as you ran downstairs.

you swore you could have died laughing at the sight before you. leah was dressed in your apron, which was two sizes too small, considering your height difference. her hands were covered in ginormous oven mitts, and her hair was sticking up in all different places. the kitchen, if even possible, was in a worse state. there was flour everywhere, and egg shells in the sink. the oven was wide open, revealing two layers of cake and a whole lot of smoke.

“turn the smoke alarm off, lee!” you giggled, slapping her ass while she reached up and turned it off.

“fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen- are you honestly filming this right now?” the blonde exclaimes, making a move to grab your camera.

“oi! this new camera was expensive i will have you know!”

“oh, trust me i do, considering i payed for it!”

you roll your eyes and placed the camera down, grabbing a tea towel and swatting the remaining smoke out the open window.

“well, this was a nice surprise. thank you for trying, babe.” you smile, grabbing leah’s now bare hands in your own. the older girl leaned down and pecked your lips, brushing your hair out of your face.

“yeah, yeah,” leah’s smirk fell as she faced the camera, “shit, i forgot you were filming! don’t put that in!”

“oh put a rest to it, will you? let’s get that chocolate cake out of the oven before it turns a completely burnt black!”

“…that cake was supposed to be vanilla?”

you smiled as you added the remaining videos which included leah to a folder on your computer. little did the blonde know, you were going to play these at your wedding in three weeks.

A.N (AUTHORS NOTE)

this is my first ever fic, so please be nice 😭😭

i absolutely love leah fics and have literally read all of them so i decided to make some of my own content!!! requests are open!!!!

#arsenal wfc #leah williamson #woso x reader #lw6 #lionesses #woso fanfics #woso community #woso blurbs

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distantdarlings · 1 month

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SUPPORT SYSTEM // Slytherin Boys

RATING: PG-13 / 2.2K WORDS

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* When a few Gryffindors start spreading rumors that the Slytherin boys only hang around you because they’re sharing you, you’re hesitant to share this information with them. (Slight Angst, Comedy?)

+ WARNINGS - Language, some sexual discussion (very small amount), bullying, secrets, implied fight, not proof-read (lmk if I’ve missed anything)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Sarah - Alex G

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As soon as your eyes opened that morning, you found yourself regretting even waking up. The memories of yesterday were flooding back and hitting you like a giant tidal wave, so visceral you could almost taste the salted water.

You ran a hand over your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and dreading the day. Despite the superior support system you had holding you up, you found yourself in a dilemma. The wonderful people you called your closest friends were what was plaguing you.

With each inhale, a flash of one of their faces would zip in front of you, deepening the nausea building in your stomach. You sigh. You couldn’t miss anymore classes, but you felt as though leaving your bed would surely breed a recipe for disaster.

Between the relentless teasing, the names you’d been called, and everything else that had been going on this week, you felt close to giving up. The only thing that had kept you powered in even the slightest way were your friends.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. A few teasing laughs broke through the thick wooden door as you swallowed the misery rising up your throat. It wouldn’t surprise you if your harrassers had decided to come knocking at your door, bringing their sneers and cruel words with them. You perked up your voice to tell the usurpers to go away when you heard a familiar shout.

The voice was lowered and joking, letting your name fall from his mouth like it was an everyday thing—which it was. You jumped up and tossed the comforter away from your body. You across the cold dorm floor and flung the heavy wooden door open.

On the other side stood three dark boys, all with varying smiles and warm eyes. Hot relief flooded your body as you let yourself fall into them.

Theo Nott stood dead center and caught your flailed body like a Quaffle. You wrapped your arms tightly around his lean body, missing the way he felt and the way he smelled. You could’ve melted into his body and lived there for the rest of your days if necessary.

To his right was Enzo Berkshire, the devilishly handsome and wickedly funny boy you called one of your best friends. He laughed aloud and tossed an arm around you as well, squeezing you between their bodies. You groaned slightly and the pressure. You turned your head.

“Come on, Matty, don’t you want to join us?” you mumbled, your cheeks squished between the two boys on either side of you.

The last boy stood back a bit, watching you amusedly. Mattheo Riddle chuckled a bit before placing a large hand over your head and mussing your hair a bit.

“I’m good, kid, but I’m grateful you’re feeling better,” he said, his voice genuine. You’d always hated when he called you ‘kid,’ as he was only a few months older than you. But, right now, you were more than happy to hear him say it.

With laughing exclamations, they all asked what you were doing and how you’ve been and if you felt any better. Amongst the constant picking you were getting from some of your classmates, you’d taken a couple days away from class and the boys because you were ‘sick.’ With white lies peppered in here and there, you explained that you were feeling much better now that they were here and that you were pretty sure you’d had some kind of stomach bug. It wasn’t totally a lie as you’d felt nauseated all weekend thinking about going back to class.

“Ready to go back to class?” Enzo asked, finally pulling away from you and allowing you a breath. Your stomach twisted at his words.

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. “I guess I am.” Theo and Enzo smiled in response, but Mattheo gave you an odd look, raising one of his eyebrows suspiciously. You shook your head at him.

For the last month, a couple of your classmates had been mentioning things in passing to people around the school. A few of your other acquaintances, outside of the boys, had informed you of the rumors being spread. Awful things, mostly about the boys. Things you’d never even considered to be a possibility.

Luna, a friend of yours from Herbology, mentioned that some Gryffindor had spoken to a couple of her friends about you in Potions. The Gryffindor had said that you were only friends with the boys because you were interested in their money and status, and that the boys only kept you around because you were easy. That last part had made your stomach broil.

You had never, ever even wanted anything more than what you currently had with the boys. They were your best friends—almost like brothers—and there was nothing more you craved from them. Being away from them for multiple days at a time felt like you were separated from family members, not lovers. And you had never so much as mentioned their money—in fact, you refused to let them pay for dinner the majority of times. You hated when people paid for your things.

Needless to say, the words had hurt you deeply, and you’d begun to wonder how many other people thought these things about you.

You wondered that until you overhead someone talking about you in a class last week. Little whispers had been passing around behind you the entirety of the class anyway, but when you’d heard your name, you’d whipped around to see who had said it. And lo and behold, there sat the Gryffindor girl with her group of friends. Only, this time there were others leaning in and listening. Fellow Slytherins, no less.

“Are you talking about me?” you’d asked, your eyebrows furrowing in hurt and anger. Nervous eyes had glanced back and forth and all around until the Gryffindor girl—Nancy McLaggen, you’d learned was her name—spoke up with a cruel smirk on her lips.

“We were just wondering if a couple rumors were true,” she’d said, faux innocence painted on her face.

“Rumors about me? What rumors?”

“Well, we all had heard from someone in Ravenclaw that you’re being passed around the Slytherin boys.”

You had nearly choked on your spit. Nancy refused to wipe the smirk off her face, and the people around you had begun to listen in as well. Expressions of shock and amusement were scattered throughout the classroom, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d swiped your books together and excused yourself from the class, ignoring your teacher’s shouts to explain yourself.

And those were the events that had led you to where you currently were—miserable and pretending to be sick to avoid your peers. It was pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t been able to defend yourself in class last week and you were worried you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself if it happened again.

And there was no way in hell you were telling the boys about this. There would be no hesitation from any of them to defend you, but that was exactly what you were worried about. If they tried to help you, it would only worsen your current condition. Everyone in school would see the action as them protecting their little sex toy.

Merlin, you were so embarrassed and hurt, you couldn’t stand it. You felt nauseated again.

“Actually, boys,” you started, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I’m still feeling a little sick. I might wait until next week.”

“Next week?” Theo exclaimed. “How sick are you? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the infirmary?”

“No, I’m fine,” you sigh. “You go ahead—”

“No, we’re not going anywhere!” Enzo suddenly interrupted, stepping in front of Theo. You were a bit taken aback by the sudden spike in volume.

“En, I’m fine—”

“No, there’s something very wrong, and you’re not sick.”

“Guys, please just—”

“I agree with Enzo,” Theo interrupted. You glanced desperately at Mattheo, hoping someone would stand on your side.

“Something’s up,” he shrugged. “You don’t even look sick, kid.” You rolled your eyes. That annoyance was back.

“I said I was fine, why can’t you guys believe me?” you asked, sighing at their resilience. You wanted nothing more than to be alone.

“Because we’ve known you since you were eleven, just like you’ve known us,” Theo said. “Would you just let us be if one of us was acting the way you are?”

His words gave you pause. He made a very fair point. If any of the boys standing before you was behaving as you were, you’d be concerned. You felt a bit of guilt in becoming so angry with their protectiveness. They just wanted to help—just as they always did.

“Please tell us what’s wrong,” said Enzo. You tear your eyes from theirs, finding the lines of tile in the floor.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore their pressing stares, you couldn’t. You knew you needed to talk to someone—especially one of them. If they found out through someone else, who knew what they’d do. You pressed a frustrated hand to your forehead. The pure shame you felt from having to tell them what you’d been hearing the last week felt almost synonymous with running through the halls of the castle naked.

“Okay,” you sighed in defeat. “Last week, Someone started passing some rumors around the school—rumors about me.”

The boys seemed to glance between each other a few times before resuming immediate interest in your words.

“I know that there were a few girls from Gryffindor involved; Luna was the one to tell me about them…” you paused for a moment, gathering what little pride you had left. “They’ve been telling everyone that you guys have been…passing me around.”

With the last few words, you heaved a sigh of both relief and defeat and lowered your head farther into yourself. You felt nauseated and wished you could disappear.

In a breath of time, Mattheo’s knuckles clenched painfully loud as he turned on his heel and slammed the dorm door open.

“Mattheo, no—” you started to shout, tossing yourself toward the door. Theo and Enzo caught you against them, blocking your path.

“Guys, stop! Let me go!”

“You couldn’t have expected us to hear that and be totally fine, could you?” Theo smirked, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You groaned and shoved away from them, backing farther into your room.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “I didn’t tell any of you who I was talking about.”

“You said it was some Gryffindors, right?” Enzo asked.

“Yes, but do you have any idea how many Gryffindors are in this castle?”

“Enough.” Theo grinned wildly, his lips spreading evilly. The two boys crossed their arms and stood resolutely in front of the door.

“He’ll never figure out who it was,” you taunted, crossing your arms. Then just below the three of you, you heard a sharp shout of rough consonants.

“WHO THE FUCK WAS TALKING ABOUT HER?”

At the sound of Mattheo’s tone, the two boys exchanged an excited glance and quickly pushed themselves through the door. As they unblocked your path, you sped toward the door.

Just as you reached the gaping threshold, they slammed the door shut right in your face. You pressed your body against the door, beating your hands on the solid wood.

“THEODORE NOTT, LORENZO BERKSHIRE, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” you shrieked over their mocking laughter on the other side.

Something heavy clunked against the door and acted as their replacement as their chuckling voices disappeared down the hall.

No matter how hard you banged on the door’s solid wood, you realized you were never getting out of this unless—

You gasped and backed away from the door. Your wand. You could blast the door to pieces and repair it later.

With a successful smirk on your lips, you ran over to your bedside table and reached for the thin piece of material.

And just as your fingers curled around the wand, you heard a distant shout of “Accio!” Then your wand was flying out of your hand and zipping towards, then under the door.

You shrieked in anger before collapsing against your bed. You couldn’t believe that was going to go any other way, considering how well you knew the boys. It was well out of your hands now.

“You’ll thank us later, darling,” Enzo’s laughing voice was heard distantly through the stone walls. It took only a second for it to be drowned out by your frustrated groans and Theo’s taunting against some unknown assailant. You just hoped they wouldn’t hurt any of those students too badly…sort of.

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remedyturtles · 2 days

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very short disaster twins drabble for @liketheletter-l

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“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Donnie didn’t look up from what he was doing, typing on his laptop at top speed. “Why would you be a worm?”

“Stop asking for specifics and answer the question.” Leo was sitting on the floor next to his bed. He’d shown up and refused to leave, even though it was four AM.

“I’m busy, Nardo.” Donnie said, rolling his eyes.

Leo pulled his knees closer to his chest. He didn’t look over at Donnie on the bed. “Come on, it’s an easy hypothetical meme dude, just answer the question.”

“Would I still love you if you were a worm?” Donnie repeated, incredulous. “What kind of meme is that?”

“Nevermind.” Leo squished his cheek as he turned his head away, oddly sad about it. “It presumes you love me right now, I guess.”

The room echoed with the sound of his laptop snapping shut. Donnie tossed it out the bed with a little bounce and joined his twin on the floor.

“Why are we being stupid down here?” Donnie asked, and wove his arm around Leo’s shoulders. He was cold, just in a sleep shirt and shorts. There were so many blankets for him to steal, why was he sitting on the ground?

“I’m not.” Leo protested, pathetically, still not looking his way.

“I would still love you if you were a worm.” Donnie replied, firm and unyielding. “I would put all of my effort into reversing whatever ridiculous situation turned you into a worm, and if I could not, then I would turn into a worm as well. And we’d be worms together.”

A hazy beat of 4AM silence. Leo turned his head to Donnie with shining, nearly teary eyes, and said in a wobbly voice, “We’d be worms together?”

“Yes, L.” Donnie tucked Leo’s head under his chin and ignored the dampness immediately on the collar of his shirt.

#fic stuff #disaster twins #forgive the quality it was written on my phone as i laid in my bunk at a hostel LMAO #rem fic

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fanarchoslashivist · 2 years

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Working another double today so I stayed up late yesterday to make me egg sandwiches and subs and 2 Mason jars of lemon basil water for lunch the next 2 days and then made stir fry vegetables and prep some udon noodles for dinner tonight after I clock out, and then I ended up oversleeping and rushing out the door and only grabbing the bag with the 2 sub sandwiches.

I hope future me gets to enjoy the food I made eventually ;v;

I also made more pesto since I used the last of the jar and well I was already at the stove for stir fry and eggs why not add a little sauce pan? Then spent way too much time focusing on whisking I overcooked my yolk. 8^8

#im a disaster #also Q chased lizards into my basil and lettuce yesterday #now my butter lettuce is all squished #quebidoo needs to stay out of my plants #rin's mundane life

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miguelhugger2099 · 1 month

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Little Miguel, Big Miguel (Pt. 3)

Summary: You have a chat with your Miguel and Miggy makes a friend. Prev Next Art: LBY2K99 on twt Miguel x Reader, Crack, Fluff

You giggled to yourself as you entered back in Miguel’s little lair. The more you thought about it, the more it made you laugh. Miguel turned his head towards the door as you made your way back inside. He raised his eyebrows and let his platform slowly descend from the air with his arms crossed. “What is wrong with you?” He said gruffly. “It’s just–” You spoke between laughter. “It’s not even just looks, Miguel. He’s even got your personality!” You lean on one of the consoles and hold your stomach while you keep hysterically laughing. Miguel scowled and faced you, letting his platform slowly descend. “What do you mean?” He asked, ticked off and slightly embarrassed since he’s not understanding what’s happening. He bounces slightly once the platform had reached its end. “The kid. The you variant. He’s so sweet, Miguel, really but I forget that he’s not you. “You went out with the kid?!” “He asked to see the city,” You wiped a lone tear from the corner of your eye. “Don’t worry I didn’t actually bring him out for everyone to see. It’d be a disaster if Nueva York saw their beloved superhero look twelve.” You snorted to yourself, amused at the idea. Miguel groaned, rubbing his face with his hand. “I didn’t want you interacting with him.” He sighed, his tired red eyes were firm on you but had a speck of softness in them while he watched you laugh. “Why not? He’s adorable. It’s like getting the chance to meet you back then.” You got up off the console and walked up to him to wrap your arms around his waist. “I wasn’t even remotely close to acting like that.” He grumbled, his lips pouting ever so slightly and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You hum and rest your cheek on his broad chest, squishing closer to him. You think back on the kid–as adorable as he was, you couldn't deny that this is a much friendlier version of Miguel.

“Maybe you did act like that. Just inside.” You squeeze your arms around him and you feel him huff. “I’m serious,” He rolls his eyes. You place your chin on his pecs, looking up at him. “We’re not the same person.” “I know that. You think I don’t know that?” You frown and stand straighter. “It’s just sweet to see you so happy, even if it’s not you. I feel like maybe…maybe at least a version of you can be happy.” Miguel squints his eyes at you and lets go, crossing his arms once again. “Elaborate?” “Talk to the kid.” You say, folding your hands together. “Give him tips on how to be Spider-Man. Help him with the things you didn’t get to ask for help about.” You purse your lips, careful of your next words. Miguel doesn’t say anything. His eyes remained firm but at least he looked like he was thinking of what you were saying. “I know it wouldn’t be easy and I’m not saying you have to but he’s you. And I care for you just like I’m starting to with him. It’s weird but I feel like it could help the both of you. He’s starting the whole DNA change at a much younger age. It must be so scary for him like it was for you.” You say softly, placing your hand on his arm.

Miguel glances at the hand on your arm. He closes his eyes to inhale and exhale then turns away from you. “Did you get everything from home?” He asks. You sigh and shake your head. Worth a shot. “Yeah. All in this bag, Migs.” You pat the filled backpack and lift it to hand it over to Miguel. He collects it from your hands with ease, using one arm to carry it back to his platform and unzipping it to rummage through. You sit beside him as he stuffs his hands in the bag, pulling out various techs and prototypes and resting it on his console for Lyla to scan. Your legs dangle off the ledge as the platform raises back up, you looking down at your feet. “I don’t know how Peter does it.” You hear Miguel mumble. You turn your head to face Miguel but he’s looking away from you, focused on the gadgets in his hands. “What do you mean?” You ask. Miguel sighs. “How he can look at so many versions of himself every time he comes here. I…don’t even want to face one of my own.”

Miggy smiled as you walked away, cheeks burning slightly when you waved him goodbye. He rocks back and forth on his heels before shooting his webs on a high beam and perching on it. He rests his chin on his fist, eyes half lidded in a daydream look. “Where did you go?” Miggy hears a voice behind him. Miggy yelps, nearly tipping over the beam but he catches himself in time, talons digging into the metal. He turns to face the culprit and sees a younger male spider hanging upside down on his web. “Miles!” Miggy huffs a sigh of relief. “Hijueputa– you scared me!” He places a hand over his racing heartbeat. Miles’ eyes widen then he flips over and hangs himself straight, holding onto the web with one hand. “Sorry.” Miles strainly smiled before letting go of his web and joining Miggy at his side with a tilt of his head. “But I noticed you left. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling left out or anything.” Miles frowns softly, a guilty look on his face. “What? No, no.” Miggy shakes his head. “You guys were great–I just, needed some fresh air.” He waves his hand off to Miles dismissively. Miles raises his eyebrows, a pout on his lips as he glances up at down. “Then what were you doing with them?” He juts his chin to the corridor where you left. Miggy stiffens. “What do you mean?” He coughs and looks away with furrowed brows, hoping to focus on anything other than the heat on his cheeks. He hears Miles say your name and his blush darkens.

“They needed…help.” Miggy squeaks out. He looks over his shoulder with an embarrassed look and sees Miles deadpan expression. Mile scoffs and shakes his head with a curl of his lips. “This has got to be ironic somehow.” Miles says. “What? What? What’s ironic?” Miggy pesters, getting closer to Miles. Miles puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, hey–look–Jess is not the kind of Spider-Woman to piss off, so if she hears that you snuck off and went outside–” “How did you know I went outside?” Miles ignores that part. “Then it’ll be on you, me and everyone’s head. So, let’s all just pretend that for the remainder of your orientation, you were with us and not the boss’ literal spouse.” Miggy snaps his head to Miles then pushes himself closer into his personal space with wide eyes. "Spouse?! Spouse?! They're... We're married?!" His voice squeaks, cracking through his surprise and the beat of his heart going wild. Miles falls onto one hand to move away from Miggy getting closer and closer with a wide smile on his face. Miles feels a little unsettled at seeing his boss' tiny face looking so...joyful. His eyes dart from side to side, stuttering as he tries to calm down Miggy. "Uh-duh-uh--yeah? I thought you knew? Or would've known? Do you not have them in your canon?" He asks and gently pushes Miggys shoulder back. His excitement slightly falters. "Canon? What's canon?" "Oh." Miles sucks in air through his teeth. He taps his chin with his pointer finger in thought. "It's.... I'll let you explain it. The other you. He's the one in charge of that stuff. The new rule of it anyway." He sighs. Miggy puffs his cheeks, flushed a soft red as he looks in his lap. He fiddles with his fingers, pulling on the fabric of his suit. He was still giddy at the idea of being married to you-even though it was a different version of him. He couldn't help but bite back a smile. Miles looks over at him with curious eyes. He'd never seen Miguel in such a happy light. Where stress lines weren't prominent, a scowl wasn't etched in his face and where he could see the shine in his smile. A smile. Miles looks back in his lap and feels a conflicting whirl of emotions. After the events of The Spot and dismantle of The Canon, Miguel had given a proper apology that Miles acknowledged but the potential relationship was strained. It's not as tense but it does feel awkward when they were in the room. But here he was, talking and seeing with his own eyes a version of Miguel who seemed kind and...innocent. It didn't seem like this kid had any anger in him. Miles almost feels guilty feeling uncomfortable around him but also comfortable? He wasn't sure. "Hey, you okay?" He hears beside him. Miles takes a look at the way Miggy's red eyes widened, curious about what had him scrunching his eyebrows. Miles smiles. "Yeah, man. I'm-I'm fine." He places a hand on Miggy's shoulder and shakes it gently which makes him giggle. "Thanks for, uh, finding me by the way. And saying you won't tell Miss Jessica that I kinda bailed on you guys." Miggy chuckles nervously. Miles chuckles along, amused that Miggy added 'Miss' to Jessica's name. "It's cool." Miles shrugs and lightly punches his arm. "I wasn't exactly known for following the rules around here. Plus Jess is..." He lifts his shoulders up and then down in a shudder. "A little scary anyway." Miggy doesn't seem to be bothered by that. "Well, I'm basically the boss here, aren't I? I gotta have some kind of authority by that logic." "That's terrible logic." Miles laughs. "Your you, is like, leagues ahead of you, man." Miggy waves him off. "I'll get there one day, hermano. We're the same person!" He says confidently. Miles shakes his head. "The ego is still the same..." He mumbles, but he says it lightly. He began to feel a certain endearment by the way this kid acts.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone while on your back. Sounds of the videos you were watching echoed softly in the errie quietness of Miguel's lair. "How is he like me?" You heard him ask. "Huh?" You move your phone from your face to see Miguel tinkering with his gadget, taking out certain parts he needed. "You said he was exactly like me. How?" You grin and put your phone away in your back pocket. Standing up, you approach beside Miguel, looping your arm through his while he plucked things out carefully with tweezers. "I didn't say he was like you. I said he had your personality." Miguel pouts. "That's the same thing." "No it isn't." "Yes it is." "No, it's not." "Trust me. It is." Miguel sighs, knowing not to entertain you further. You lean your head on his arm, cuddling him from the side. You feel Miguel lean closer to you- just a little bit. "He's got a spark like you. I can tell." You hum and he scoffs. "That doesn't say much honestly." He grumbles. "I don't know." You groan. "He's- there's something about him that's so you." Sighing, the conversation comes to a standstill, the only sounds being the sparks from his devices-which Miguel gently pushes you away to make sure it doesn't get you. "He has a crush on me like you do." You smirk. You hear him tsk. "That's stupid." His eyebrows furrow downwards. "No, he doesn't." You laugh. "Yes, he does and it's adorable. Why don't you try to impress me like he does?" You slip your arm off him and place your hands on your hips with a faux angry look. "He tries to impress you?" He looks over at you and raises a single eyebrow. "Every single time I see him. Which has been twice so far." You let out a humph and cross your arms. "You're being ridiculous. There's no way you're actually falling for a teenager." He rolls his eyes. "Maybe not. But it's nice to feel wanted around here!" You say dramatically and look away from him. Its quiet again. "Would you...like to join me for dinner tonight? I'll cook and I could get that wine you like?" Miguel mumbles. His cheeks are turning red, knowing that you'll know he's feeling one upped by his own variation-a child version no less. You look up and smile, slipping your arms back around him arm and he instinctively leans into you again. "I'd love to." Giggling through Miguel's grumbling.

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justmediocrewriting · 3 months

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“CREEP ALERT,” {v.s}

Summary: a fun night out turns into a storm of discomfort when a man decides he wants to try his luck with you — too bad he underestimated the the depth of protectiveness that the crew’s chef held for you.

Genre: fluff, minor spice

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Requested: ❌ (suggested, but requests are open!)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings/tags: mutual attraction, bar scene, unwanted advances, unwanted groping, pushy creep, no means no fellas, protective!sanji, mutual attraction, pre-relationship, flirting, brief descriptions of violence, Sanji gives peak feminist energy lmao

A/n: big ole thank you for the suggestion! Definitely had fun with this one ;)

This fun night out had quickly become a disaster — a disaster forged by the hands of a greasy old creep who clearly hadn’t learned how to keep his hands to himself, and felt way too conceited in his privilege to put them all over whoever he wanted to.

You weaved between the various bodies packed along the bar, eyes frantically searching for a glimpse of a familiar face — you could hear the sounds of footsteps tracing your exact path behind you, the beating rhythm seeming to hypnotize your heart into beating in time with them. The more you scanned the crowd, the more absent your friends seemed to become, and in mere seconds you began to breathe heavily, heart constricting and lunging into your throat in panic; there was no way this man would give up, not now, and if he caught up to you, you were more than likely dead meat — but then you caught it; a fleeting glimpse of blond hair.

It whipped straight past you as you passed your ship’s resident chef, who was leaning his elbows against the bar, no doubt chatting it up with a pretty bartender, and you quickly stumbled to a stop.

A voice called out; it was the same gravelly voice that had slithered uncomfortably into your ear just minutes prior, when the man had gripped a handful of your plush ass, and your skin prickled with discomfort and growing panic. Your mind was completely frazzled, just a pit of raw fear and desperation, and in an effort to hide from the approaching man you dove forward with flinging arms, effectively squishing yourself between Sanji and another man beside him at the bar. The man stumbled back a few paces with a grunt, and you sent him an apologetic look over your shoulder before wrapping your hands around Sanji’s bicep.

The movement unsettled Sanji’s position and he nearly fell forward, but was quick to recover and whip his head towards the source of the upset — when his eyes landed on yours the reflection of anger melted into surprise and pleasant recognition. You could see the question forming on his lips, and Sanji had gotten no further than “hey, what’s—” before you were squeezing your fingers tightly around the muscle of his arm and hissing,

“Creep alert.”

Sanji’s eyes flashed with confusion for the briefest of seconds until your words fully registered, and then they were hardened into steel.

“Who?” Sanji asked quietly, pulling his arms fully away from the bar and standing to his full height, turning his body towards you. You let your fingers fall from his bicep. His eyes scanned the crowd from above your head, and you chanced a glance back and around the form of the man you’d bumped into, now leaning against the bar with a disgruntled look on his face. In seconds you caught sight of your pursuer, rudely shouldering people out of his way as his beady eyes scanned the length of the bar.

“That one,” you whispered, nodding your head in the man’s direction. “He’s the one that grabbed me. He’s looking for me now.”

“Grabbed?” Sanji questioned lowly, voice tense and pushed through gritted teeth. You turned back to Sanji and nodded, heart fluttering at the protective lines etched into his face. Swallowing thickly, you added, nervously,

“Yeah. I probably should have listened to Nami when she said my ass looked too good in this skirt.”

Sanji’s eyes flicked back to yours, ocean blues full of anger and disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing or how good you look in it. It’s not an invitation for someone to put their paws all over you.”

Your skin heated at the depth of Sanji’s declaration, muttered with such conviction and sincerity that, not for the first time, you found yourself swooning over his avid respect for the female gender — a respect that was clearly not mirrored by the greater mass of men.

“Hey, girl.”

Your skin tingled unpleasantly at the sound of that gravelly drawl, now echoing from just feet away from you, and you subconsciously took a slight stumble forward, pressing yourself closer to Sanji in search of security. Sanji was quick to aid your search, bringing a hand up to wrap his fingers around your bicep and pull you closer to him.

“Can we help you, sir?” Sanji asked, his voice sugary-sweet and respectful, despite the clear distaste and anger in his eyes. The greasy man didn’t give Sanji much consideration other than a glared once over before focusing on you again.

“I believe we never finished our conversation, sweetheart.” The man flashed you a devious smile, one that had you cowering back in repulsion. Sanji’s grip on your bicep tightened, not enough to hurt, but just enough to assure you that he was there — and this guy wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on you. The protectiveness had you feeling light headed, had your heart beating erratically, the same way it always did when you and Sanji toed that blurry line between friendship and something more.

“You are finished with your conversation. She’s not interested.” Sanji seethed, faux kindness completely dropped now.

“Says who?” The man was slurring his words, the scent of alcohol heavy on his breath, and now the man tore his eyes away from you, turning his body to line it up with Sanji’s. You noticed with far too much satisfaction that Sanji had a fair few inches on the man in height, and the man must have noticed it too, for he took a small step backwards — but the glare remained fixed on his face, his shoulders still squared as if he were posturing in front of a potential threat.

“Says her boyfriend.” Sanji spat, and your heart stilled for a few seconds before starting back up again, the pattern completely skewed. “And I don’t appreciate the way you disrespected her.”

The man’s lips curled into a snarl, and you suddenly had a very bad feeling in your gut — that feeling was proven to be one hundred percent warranted when the man, with movements that seemed far too calculated and quick for his state of obvious inebriation, shot a hand forward and once again grabbed an entire handful of your ass, squeezing it a few times, voice loud and raucous when he said,

“If you don’t want your bitch being disrespected, maybe you shouldn’t let her dress this way!”

You had no time to feel any semblance of repulsion or embarrassment from what the man had just done, as in the next instant all you could feel was pure panic as Sanji lunged forward and grappled the man. The drunkard struggled as Sanji pulled him by the shirt collar towards the bar, but he was no match for someone like Sanji, especially in his state of clumsiness. A few shouts and yelps of startlement erupted from the patrons surrounding the event unfolding, a sickening crack harmonizing within their voices when Sanji smacked the man’s face into the bar, holding an arm behind his back in a vice grip.

“You don’t ever do that to a woman, especially not in front of me.” Sanji seethed, eyes burning with anger and something else that you couldn’t identify, something that had your voice clogging in your throat. You knew you should do something to break this up, but your body wouldn’t move, and your words wouldn’t come out. Maybe the guy deserved to be beaten to a pulp, but how would that affect Sanji should he do it?

“Sanji.” You breathed out finally, so quiet that you were positive the man wouldn’t be able to hear it over the clamor of the bar, but somehow he had, and his eyes whipped to yours. Your panic must have been reflected within, for Sanji’s eyes softened and he released his grip on the man’s arm, but not without a final shove.

Sanji crossed the few feet of space between you two and pulled you to his chest, lips connecting with the top of your head in a sweet kiss. “I’m sorry you had to see that, darling.”

Sanji’s voice was no more than an utterance, quiet and tense, and his arms around you circled tightly, pressing you against him as if he were afraid you’d disappear. Your throat was too swollen to speak, a ball of emotion stuck within, and all you could do was nod into his embrace and pray that it could convey the words you couldn’t voice.

“Let’s get out of here.” Sanji proposed, and you once again nodded mutely in agreement, and with a final squeeze Sanji released you from his embrace, but kept physical contact with you in the form of a light grip on your wrist as he led you through the stunned crowd and out of the bar.

The night air was chilly against your exposed skin, and you couldn’t stifle the shiver that wracked your shoulders. Your action didn’t go unnoticed by Sanji, who was quick to shed his suit jacket and offer it to you. You took it with a small smile and slid it over your shoulders, engulfed immediately in warmth and the cedar-y scent of Sanji; despite the uncomfortable and rather scary events that had unfolded just seconds prior, you felt your body relax into a state of security and comfort.

Sanji dug a hand in his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and plucked one out, placing it between his lips and lighting it with noticeably shaky hands. Worry gripped your heart and you stepped closer to Sanji, ignoring the way the scent of smoke curled in your nose unpleasantly.

“Sanji, are you okay?” You asked tentatively, and the man chuckled around the cigarette between his teeth. He inhaled and exhaled a large amount of smoke, his voice a bit scratchy from the action when he responded,

“I should be asking you that.”

You laughed along with him; you could see Sanji’s point. You’d just been groped not once, but twice, by some greasy man in a bar, then had been completely insulted and degraded in front of a slew of people by the very same creep. In comparison, what had happened to Sanji was minor — but this shaking was something you’d never seen from the chef, who always kept his emotions mostly in check, especially around women, and it was worrying you.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me.” Sanji finally said after a couple more inhales, and you blinked at him in confusion.

“Why would I be scared of you, Sanji?” You asked, flabbergasted. Sanji sent you a brief look from behind the shadow of his fringe, and the act of bashfulness was so out of place for the man that your heart swelled from the cuteness of it.

“I don’t like to lose my cool in front of women. Such delicate creatures should never bear witness to the stupidity and aggression of brutes.”

You rolled your eyes, torn between feeling insulted and pedestaled. Sanji was always saying things like this, practically placing women in the same category as gods, and it did things to you, things you never thought such a mindset would do to you — perhaps it’s because it was Sanji’s mindset, and you knew that every expression of reverence towards women was one hundred percent genuine from him.

“It wasn’t scary to me. Actually, it was kinda hot.” You teased, falling back into place of toeing that delicate line, which Sanji noticed immediately, and was quick to follow suit.

“Ah, yes, because violence is very stimulating to the female eye, aye?”

You bumped your shoulder into his. “Not necessarily; but possessiveness is. And that was a pretty blatant display of it, if you ask me.”

At that Sanji turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips; you knew that smirk, and you knew that it meant that whatever was about to fall from his lips would strike a fire within you.

“Well, I can’t help it if I’ve already claimed you as mine in my heart, can I?”

Your heart practically leapt into your throat and your nervous laugh came out so choked that you were sure it physically had done that. Sure enough, that fire was roaring inside you, and it made you that much more eager to cross that line.

“Why just in your heart, dearest? Why not physically, as well?”

Sanji flicked his spent cigarette somewhere to the right, blowing the remainder of smoke from his mouth before placing his hands brazenly over your hips. You eyes were immediately drawn to that smoothly painted smirk on his lips, and Sanji noticed, the bastard, and he leaned in ever closer to whisper,

“Because you haven’t asked me to yet, dearest.”

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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! This is the version with Atsushi! I hope you like it and enjoy it! :D <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, usage of they/them & partner, one usage of Y/N by Kenji, jealousy, reader is assigned mission with Dazai where they have to be pretend couple, Dazai as a tw of his own*, members place bets and tease Atsushi, a bit possessive Atsushi, sex in a hotel room (with Atsushi), against the wall, in the bathroom/in front of a mirror, rougher sex, marking (no mentions of marks left behind), reassurance (reader), creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

* thank you spenny for reminding me of this important tw with that one fic of yours :3

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Atsushi Nakajima x Reader

This was the worst.

"Is the plan clear?" Ranpo asks, his head directed towards you and Dazai.

"Cleaaaar!~" Dazai says happily as he wraps his arm around you.

"Hold on a second, why is he the one who gets to go as their partner when I am right here?" Atsushi asks, a bit confused.

"This is no time to get jealous wits, Atsushi!" Dazai says playfully as he squeezes you closer to him.

He was the worst. Ugh.

"I am not jealous, I simply don't understand." he says with wide eyes, voice calm.

"Because Dazai is more experienced with these types of missions, nothing personal." Ranpo explains calmly before he continues eating his candy.

"More experienced, do you hear that?" Dazai leans his face close to yours, shamelessly winking.

"Yosano, can't you go instead of me? Please?" you give her pleading eyes, voice desperate.

"Absolutely not, plus...I think this will be fun." she says teasingly and you sigh out.

"There is no time for having fun, we have a mission to accomplish here. I understand your struggle, but if you can't do it due to personal dislikes, then you are not cut to work in the Detective Agency." Kunikida says sternly, his demeanor serious and professional.

Atsushi and you look at each other, smiling nervously as you nod.

"Fine. I will do it." you finally say it, feeling defeated.

"Yaaaay! We will have so much fun together, won't we?" Dazai asks happily as he squishes your cheeks. Atsushi coughs politely, making his presence known.

"Ah, don't worry Atsushi, I will take really good care of them for you." Dazai says in a lower, challenging tone, giving Atsushi a teasing gaze.

"Please don't. Knowing how most of your work partners end up being, I would rather you not." you say in almost inaudible tone as you finally free yourself from his grip. Dazai puts his hands on his hips, pouting as if he was really offended.

"Well anyways, wear something pretty tonight. Gotta look elegant." he says in a regular tone and you nod.

As if he can look elegant. This will be a disaster.

~ Later at the party

Well, Dazai could look decently elegant, oddly enough. He was really good at talking, unsurprisingly, and the two of you landed as a real couple, getting all the information you needed.

Everything was going smoothly so far, besides Dazai being overly touchy. He wasn't inappropriate by any means, but you wish this could be toned down a bit for Atsushi's sake.

On the other hand, poor Atsushi was receiving blows left and right by his coworkers.

"I would never let somebody cling onto my sweet Tanizaki like that, no matter what!" Naomi yelled at him, while clinging on Tanizaki's arm.

Why was she even here again?

"Wow they would make a really good couple actually. It's okay to get jealous, you know?" Yosano teased him while sipping on her red wine.

"It seems like you got a competition. Mentor versus his accomplice, who will win? Want me to tell you? I already know." Ranpo teased in a regular tone, even though he was highly amused.

"Come on, be serious." Kunikida scolded them.

"We can make them fight later, wanna place bets? Mine is on Dazai." said Tanizaki while Kyouka nodded, giving him some money for Dazai's side.

"Kyouka! Really?!" Atsushi asked her, obviously nervous and hurt by her little betrayal.

"Guys, I am sure Y/N loves Atsushi deeply, they would never leave him for Dazai!" Kenji reassured softly, regardless of giving money on Dazai's side.

"Pay me with candy!" Ranpo says loudly as he points his lollypop at Tanizaki.

"Cut it out already!" Kunikida yells at them before he gets twenty bucks out of his pocket.

"Anyone got fives?" he asks regardless, wanting to participate in a bet.

"I have ten, I will place it for both of us." Yosano says happily as she gives Tanizaki the money.

Atsushi lets out an exhausted sigh, observing how Dazai's hand was resting around your waist. He definitely didn't like that, but for the sake of this mission - he remains silent.

However, the way he watches you kiss Dazai's cheek while laughing wholeheartedly makes his blood boil, just a little bit.

~ In the hotel room

"That went well, surprisingly." you sigh out as you lock the door. The room is semi-dark, and Atsushi immediately clings on you, hands squeezing your waist. He rests his head on your chest, pulling you as close as possible.

"What's all of this about?" you ask with a soft smile as he looks up, leaning his head closer to yours.

"I missed you." he whispers, swiftly placing his lips on yours, kissing you greedily and messily. Your eyebrows twitch from suddenness as you close your eyes, returning the kiss. He sucks your lip between his teeth a bit roughly, while his tongue brushes over it in a softer manner.

You gasp in a little as he pushes you against the wall, his body pressing onto yours as his hands greedily squeeze and caress your body. He swiftly cuts through your clothes with his claws, letting it fall off your body, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

"Atsushi!" you say a bit louder as you break the kiss.

"We will take care of it later." he says a bit breathlessly as he immediately puts his lips back on yours, parting them as your tongues brush over each other in a passionate, messy manner. Atsushi's hands squeeze your waist tightly, his fingernails digging into a soft skin. You let out a muffled whimper in his mouth as he slowly moves his hands down, sliding your underwear off of your hips and letting it fall on your ankles.

You swiftly unbuckle his belt and undo his pants as he unbuttons his shirt, lips not parting away from yours. He clumsily drops his pants to the side as he takes them off himself and you slide his shirt down his arms, letting it fall behind him. Your hands squeeze his shoulders as he pushes his body into yours, his hard, clothed cock pressing on your lower tummy.

The cold wall sends shivers down your spine as your hands fall on his waist, dropping lower to his hips as you pull his boxers down. Your kiss grows even more passionate, breathless even as he kicks his boxers to the side, his hands pushing you further into the wall by your hips. You caress his scar very gently and he lets out a muffled whimper of his own, that gets drowned by your kiss.

He messily pulls away, breaking the kiss as he pants heavily, gulping for air. You try to take deeper breaths in as your own breathing is incoherent and quick. Atsushi sneaks his hands between your legs, using his palm to push you into the wall by your lower tummy as his finger steadily and gently circles on your clit. You let out a soft whimper as his skin feels cold, but it sends sweet sensations through your body.

He leans in, placing quick and starved kisses all over your neck as his other hand holds you by your hip. He slowly moves down, roughly kissing and as gently as possible biting into your chest area. You let out a louder whimper as he keeps drawing circles on your clit, your pussy leaking more and more precum.

He swiftly moves his fingers to your inner lips, wetting his fingertips and brings them back to your clit. You let out a shaky moan as it feels even better now, especially as he starts sucking on one of your nipples, sliding his tongue over it. You cup his face with your hands, feeling his jaw move and flex as his sucking on your nipple becomes a bit rougher.

Atsushi moves his hand away from your waist, placing it on your inner thigh and sliding it to the backside of it. He slowly lifts it up, letting it rest on the area between his biceps and forearm. He moves his attention to your other nipple in the meantime, sucking on it in a less rough manner than previously.

He moves his fingertips away from your clit and pumps his cock couple of times as you angle your hips a bit forward, giving him easier access. Atsushi aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it inside as he gasps, letting go of your nipple. You let out a mellow gasp of your own as he begins thrusting slowly, his cock almost immediately twitching inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places his lips on yours again; your kiss heavy and hard to keep up as little moans escape both of your throats.

"I am so glad this is finally over." he whispers, voice slightly shaking.

"We still have a mission tomorrow." you say a bit breathless as you place a quick kiss on his lips, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Atsushi tenses up, squeezing the underside of your thigh he was holding as his thrusts become quick and rougher. The sudden change as his cock keeps pressuring and sliding over your sweet spot makes you choke out a few louder moans. Atsushi leans his lips closer to your neck, gently sucking in the portion of your skin between his teeth. The way he is sucking on your flesh becomes rougher, as his little fangs dig into your skin. You clench around his cock, making him let out an open-mouth whimper, his teeth still holding your soft flesh between them.

He moves his other hand between your bodies, placing two of his fingertips on your clit, again drawing little circles over it. Your hips twitch forward as a louder moan escapes you, but the rough pace of his hips slams yours against the wall, over and over again.

He moves his bites to your collarbone and chest area, his own filthy, shaky whimpers vibrating inside his throat as he sucks on your skin. His cock keeps on stimulating your g-spot perfectly, the position of your hips making you even more sensitive than usual. His fingers move in medium, a bit slower pace on your clit, creating a perfect balance with sensations.

Atsushi bites rougher into the skin of your chest, greedily sucking on it and earning a few sharp gasps from you. It feels as if your skin was bruising, a tingling sensation spreading in all areas he was biting and sucking on. He finally lets go of your skin, gulping for air as little whines squeeze out of his throat.

You feel the swirl of heat forming inside your lower tummy and it spreads everywhere beneath your skin, coming and going in teasing waves. Your hands fall on his shoulders, barely holding on. Your head drops between Atsushi's shoulder and neck as the pace of his hips speeds up, producing loud, wet sounds each time the base of his cock kisses your pussy.

You weakly lift your head, biting into the area where it was previously resting on and Atsushi lets out a shaky moan as yours gets muffled by his skin. His pace on your clit slows down even more, teasing you. Your eyes feel heavy and tired as you feel a knot of heat unraveling inside your tummy, making your whole body weak. Your hips try to follow his as the stimulation on your clit makes it hard to hold still.

"I really hate this whole thing." Atsushi chokes his words out, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as his hips speed up even more, slamming your ass into the wall behind you. Your pussy clenches around him tightly, earning a long, sharp whine of his.

"Me too." you let out weakly, finally letting go of his poor flesh. More heat spreads inside your body as you feel quick waves of orgasm approaching. His cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots inside as his fingertips circle on your clit. You choke out moans and whimpers, body sore. Atsushi gives you an irritated look, lips a bit parted as his sounds subside for a moment.

"You didn't seem to when you were laughing and kissing him." he says bitterly, giving you one sharp, deeper thrust that makes you gasp loudly as your orgasm slowly begins to unravel inside your lower tummy. You try to speak up, but all that comes out are loud, shaky moans as your legs tremble, the warmth overwhelming you. Your pussy clenches and relaxes around Atsushi's cock in fast intervals, making him choke out a few breathy, guttural whimpers.

Your orgasm reaches its peak and your head falls on Atsushi's chest as you breathe quickly, the knot in your tummy unraveling and turning in heavy waves. He moves his fingertips away from your clit as your climax slowly melts away, your breathing calming down as well. His thrusts become slower as you lift your head, finally speaking to him.

"That didn't mean anything. It was a mission and truthfully, I was thinking of you and our moments the whole time so I could land it to be realistic." you speak up softly as Atsushi looks away, his thrusts gentle, but still make your hips twitch from time to time.

"Don't tell me that you really think I like Dazai.." you almost gasp, your expression molding into slight disgust. He keeps looking away, his hips still. You cup his cheeks as you make him look at you.

"Absolutely not! That's ridiculous to even think about. I am sorry if it came off that way, but I promise you that you're the only one for me." you speak softly, delicately stroking his cheeks with your fingertips. Atsushi gives you a small smile and nods. You gently push him away, his cock sliding out of your pussy as you do.

"I have an idea." you say with a little smile as you take his hand, making him follow you to the bathroom. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in, placing a passionate, needy kiss on his lips. He returns the passion and neediness, his hands squeezing your waist tightly. You end up in front of a mirror as you pull away, turning around and arching your back for him while resting your hands on the sink.

"You should watch me." you whisper, voice low and alluring.

"Watch..you?" he tilts his head a bit, voice soft.

"Yeah. Watch how good you make me feel." you smile at him and he gulps, a bit hesitant. He slowly comes closer to you, aligning his cock with your inner lips, a dim whimper slipping past his lips. He slowly slides his cock inside, both of you letting out sweet gasps. He puts his hands on your waist as he begins thrusting, pulling your body towards him to meet his hips.

You keep watching him in the mirror, his pretty face revealing pleasure while whimpers and little whines escape his throat. His grip on your waist tightens, almost as if he wants to burn his own touch into your skin, getting rid of Dazai's. His thrusts become faster, his pelvic area slapping your ass, producing loud sounds. His eyes are fixated on your face as he watches the pleasure on your face.

His cock keeps pressuring your sweet spots inside, your moans echoing through the whole bathroom. He leans his face closer, his thrust becoming short and quick as he does. He places soft kisses all over your back, giving you a few bites in between. His eyes don't leave your face in the mirror, fixated on you as his kisses and bites send goosebumps through your whole body.

He slides one of his hands between your legs, gently spreading them a bit more before his fingertips find your clit once more. You let out a sharp gasp out as he begins circling his fingers on your clit, his thrusts deeper and more demanding now. Atsushi keeps on kissing your back, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Your legs become shaky as you try your hardest to keep a good grip on the sink. More precum leaks down your pussy, sending a ticklish sensation to your lower tummy.

Atsushi lets out a high-pitched whine before biting into your shoulder blade, his eyes half-lidded, but still fixated on you. He kisses your burning shoulder blade before he continues painting your skin in his bites and kisses, whispering "mine" in between each of those.

"Mine." soft kiss.

"Mine." a little bite.

"Mine." a quick lick with his tongue.

"Mine." rougher bite.

"Mine." shaky kiss.

"Mine." kitten lick.

"Mine." a delicate sucking on your skin.

"Mine." another trembling kiss.

"All mine."

Your pussy keeps clenching around him, almost waking him up from his trance as he gives you a needy look in the mirror.

"See, you are the only one who can make me feel this good." you say with a weak smile, voice quieter as pleasure overwhelms you. Atsushi kisses your back one last time before he lifts himself a bit, his fingers still stimulating your clit perfectly. His thrusts become a bit longer, but equally deep and quick.

Your legs feel weaker as tingling heat keeps on swirling inside your lower tummy. You arch your back a bit more, pushing your ass into his pelvic area and make his thrusts deeper, even more stimulating. Heavy moans escape your throat as you feel your orgasm approaching, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as it feels intense. Atsushi keeps up his movement on your clit as well as with his thrusts, panting heavily as dry, broken whimpers escape his throat.

Your pussy keeps on tightening and relaxing around him, as you are on the edge of your orgasm. You can barely keep yourself up, your head falling down. Atsushi slides his other hand to your jaw, holding it up for you as his lickerish eyes need to see more. You keep a breath in, almost unconsciously as your climax finally crosses the edge, making your lower tummy twist in strong, hot waves. You let a breath out, your moans picking up quickly as your release feels intense, your knees becoming weak.

Atsushi lets out sharp whines of his own, his cock twitching inside of you, prolonging your orgasm as it keeps pressuring your g-spot. He lets go of your clit and you gasp out as your climax slowly melts away, your body sore and shaky. Atsushi slows down his thrusts just for a moment, only to give an open-mouth lick that turns into a bite and ends up with a kiss to each of your waistlines. He straightens himself, sliding his hands on your hips as he speeds up his movement, panting deeply and heavily as his own orgasm approaches.

His cock keeps on twitching inside of you, and you can feel a little amount of precum sliding down your pussy. Atsushi digs his fingernails into your hips, pulling them towards him as he makes a couple more fast, needy thrusts. The blissful look on your pretty face accompanied with your sweet sounds sends him over the edge.

A sharp whine echoes through the bathroom as his hips become unsteady, a whip of cum filling your sensitive cunt. You let out a breathy and shaky moan as Atsushi's thrusts slow down as he rides out his own release. His breathing is heavy as he slides his cock in and out of you a few more times, slowly pulling out. You slowly straighten up, your legs feeling weak and shaky. Atsushi immediately hugs you, caressing your sore back. He gently directs you to the bathtub, helping you sit down.

"I am sorry, I was a bit rough." he says quietly, a nervous smile appearing on his face.

"I don't mind. I am sorry for giving you the wrong impression." you reply softly, smiling warmly at him.

You set up the water to a temperature both of you enjoyed while adding all the nice, bubbly things for a lovely bath. Atsushi slowly sits down, his eyes widening for a moment as he feels the water covering his body. He looks at you, eyes softening as he sighs out.

"No..it's me. I just...I got...it's just…I was..." he nervously tries to explain.

"Jealous?" you smile cheekily at him. He lets out a little panicky, almost defeated noise.

"I guess I was. I am sorry, that was immature." he sighs out, his tone a bit embarrassed as he gives you an apologetic look.

"That's okay, but I assure you that I love you and only you." you say in a gentle tone as you cup his face, planting it in countless kisses to make up for lack of affection. You spend the next few hours bathing and giving each other very needed love and affection.

The End :) <3

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