#i'm crying. he's stressed about the stove

[zestials]

what if they kissed ? prompt / not accepting.

@prnkill sent ── What if they kissed?

zestial is a decent cook when it comes to the same several dishes he's been preparing forever but when he's in a kitchen he's unfamiliar with there are some .. hiccups. not to mention technology he's not in the least familiar with ( all this to say , it's not going all that well. ) whatever staff had been about skittered away at the mere sight of zestial , clad in clothes he'd summoned rather than an ill - fitting pink robe.

after the second try is swept into the trash , he's dragged a little shadowy demon out of swirls of lime green magic & hindered helped them complete the simple meal of pancakes. by the time he hears val enter , zestial's turning with two plates in hand. the spider's a stark contrast to the atmosphere of the penthouse but he doesn't seem the least bothered.

perhaps he hadn't expected him to stay , like he'd slither away when morning came. zestial hardly thought such was proper ( AS IF ANY OF THIS WAS ) he'd give a little , not all ! this crosses into territory he's not entirely used to but he'd be damned before he was thrown off kilter.

the plates of food are set atop table before zestial turns to properly face him & pull out a chair. so polite , as if evidence of differing activities didn't linger on both their skin. " good morrow , " drawled with a crinkle of his eyes , fingertips beckoning val closer to steal a kiss. an attempt at a chaste peck hardly remains so , clawed hand dancing along skin to rest at the nape of neck.

" dessert comes after a meal. " it doesn't sound all that much like chastisement really.

#prnkill #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #i was like oh i'll do it based off what we talked abt a lil and then #remembered zee. would not know how to use most modern appliances #i'm crying. he's stressed about the stove #this could've been val walking in on him reading the manual for it.

[noroi1000]

Baby fever 2

Gojo x reader x Geto (and their babies)

Request on wattpad

Warnings: Breastfeeding (babies, and these two)

Summary: You have two children. They were like angels. But not when they were hungry. You're clogged. You can't feed them. Your boys were the only help.

Two little mouths greedily grab your skin to get to the milk they love to drink so much. Something absolutely impossible has happened. You gave birth to two children. One with white hair and blue eyes. And the other with black hair and purple eyes. You don't want to know how it happened. You haven't been to any doctor to have two fertilized cells inserted into you.

Maybe it's because they have some extra abilities? Or your body released two eggs that were fertilized by the two of them? Because you don't want to believe that Satoru's sperm can teleport...

However, you are happy.

Why?

Because they are your children. That you have with the men you love.

And when you look at their little sleeping heads, you smile.

But your kids weren't in the mood today. They bit your breasts as you tried to feed them. Their toothless gums glided over your skin. Their little hands lightly hit you as you held them close. When you finally sat down with both of them to feed them, they were restless.

"Hey Hey, what's going on, honey?" You asked looking at the white-haired child's concern.

Your child has already inherited something from Satoru. (Apart from appearance).

Food cravings.

Little ones was so impatient at times that they're cried. Basically they were both like that. After all, they are babies.

Children need food. Your children are just as hungry.

But as they both slowly started to cry, you realized something was wrong.

You couldn't handle two kids at once. You have two hands, not three or four.

"Suguru!"

You tried your best not to let your children cry in your arms.

They may have eaten three hours ago, but they're definitely calmer if they eat before napping.

However, for some reason you couldn't feed them.

Have you run out of milk? It's not possible since they're only three months old.

So you feed your babies every 3-4 hours on average.

They may sometimes require more food and sometimes less.

This is not possible since you have so much milk that your children can never drink it all.

Your body has prepared itself for two children, so it's not possible to run out of it now.

You started to worry.

"Suguru!" you screamed, getting more worried that he wasn't coming.

Satoru was in the bathroom taking a bath after work. He was dirty. So before he touched your children, you told him to clean up. So you know he's not coming.

However, Suguru was preparing dinner.

He told you to feed the children while he prepared a meal for you.

You became even more nervous.

Your restless breathing also passed for the behavior of children.

"Oh, No... Easy now. Shhh... I'm about to feed you. Honey, don't cry." You said lightly rocking them on your shoulders.

Just as you were about to call him again, he suddenly entered the living room.

"I'm here. What happened? I had to turn off the fire in the gas stove."

"Please, can you take them for a while?" You asked quickly.

"Have they already eaten? So fast?" he asked, reaching for the white-haired child who was twitching restlessly. "Calm down little one."

It was cute that just as Suguru treated Satoru's baby as his own, Satoru did the same with Suguru's baby.

"What happened?"

"I don't know!" you said out loud, panic was clear in your voice.

"Honey, take it easy. Don't be stressed. Do not shout. Everything is fine. What happened?"

You were nervous.

Plus, something might have happened to you. And also that your children are nervous about it.

You basically never talked to them about breastfeeding.

However, this is the moment when only he can help you in some way.

Is it so embarrassing to talk about how your children suck your nipples to drink milk from you?

"They are hungry and I have no milk." You said stroking the soft cheek of the baby in your arms.

You didn't even notice that your breasts were still bare.

"You do not have? You fed them this morning and it was normal." He said suddenly looking at your breasts. Round with milk inside.

"They didn't want to eat much in the morning. Maybe that's why?"

"Calm down, don't panic. There must be a solution."

"We don't have baby milk at home! How do I feed them?"

"Relax. Just calm down. I think they can wait a while. Just a moment. I'll do something about it. Just calm down." He said and went to your children's room.

You followed him and put his baby in the crib.

"I didn't expect today to be a day of walking around the house naked." You turned to look at Satoru, who was wearing home clothes and drying his hair with a towel..

He smiled at your breasts.

You covered yourself up quickly, looking nervously at your children who were restless.

You don't want them crying now.

Because if they cry, you will too.

You don't know what's happening to you.

Why can't you feed them?

"Satoru, this is no time for jokes. Stay with the kids for a while. Calm them down so they don't cry." The dark haired man placed his hands on your slightly trembling shoulders, leading you into the living room.

"Haven't they eaten yet?" He asked, hanging a towel around his neck.

"... Not yet." told him.

"Suguru, I don't want them to be hungry because of me..." you muttered quietly, tears threatening to spill.

Fucking hormones...

You are so sensitive...

"Relax. We'll work something out in a moment. Let's go." he said reassuringly.

"What's going on?" Satoru asked.

"Ugh... No milk comes out of her. The kids are nervous, and so is she, we don't know what's going on. So make sure they don't cry," he told him as he slowly led you.

"Maybe it got clogged?"

"Clog up?"

"Yeah. You know, you made me read parenting books before you put them in my hands."

"What can I do to fix this?" You asked quickly, looking hopefully at Satoru.

"I don't know. It should probably fix itself when the milk comes out." He replied.

"But how to do it?"

"I say I don't know!"

His scream made the children make loud noises.

"Satoru, don't make them angry! They're hungry..." You said running over to both of them, stroking their heads gently.

"I'm sorry! Just... Try a massage? Or suck?"

"Suck? Are you sure you read it?" Geto growled.

"I got stuck when I started imagining (y/n) breastfeeding... Besides, you gave it to me five months ago! I don't remember it!"

"Fine, take care of them for a while. We'll be right back when we find something."

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"Take off your shirt and bra." He said as he knelt in front of you while you were sitting on the couch.

"B-But..."

"Honey, there's no one in this house who hasn't seen you naked. Even the children saw you." He said calmly.

"But mine body..."

"You're beautiful." He said and took off your T-shirt and then your bra. "Pregnancy and childbirth will change everyone. And you gave us two children. It is beautiful. No matter what you might look like post-pregnancy, you're still beautiful to us."

"I agree with it!"

You heard Satoru scream from behind the wall.

Right, he heard it too.

When your upper half was completely exposed to him, he began to examine your swollen, round breasts. You must have had plenty of milk. So there was no shortage of food for the children.

But for some reason nothing came out.

He put his hand on your skin.

You got goose bumps just from his touch. You were so sensitive.

He placed his hand over it and squeezed lightly.

He was watching your nipple all the time.

Later, when nothing came out even after gently touching and squeezing, he moved his fingers to your nipple, gently pulling and pinching. Simulating how the babies did it.

Still nothing. Maybe it needed a little stronger?

"I'm telling you, suck a little. Maybe the baby's sucking was too gentle to unclog? Do it a little harder."

He looked at the white-haired man standing in the doorway.

"You were supposed to take care of the children." said your other boyfriend.

"I do it. But I came to see how you're doing. But I need to see if they're moving around too much."

He left, going to the children's room.

Or is his advice good?

If he sucked a little harder?

Maybe then your breasts would unclog themselves.

"I guess I have no choice..." he muttered looking at you.

"You don't have to do it if you're disgusted. I can do it myself somehow. Or Satoru... He finally wanted to earlier..." You said with a little blush.

Knowing your kids can milk you is not like knowing your boys can milk you.

"I'm not disguised of it. Actually, I used to want to... You know... Try it... I'm just not sure if you want it. Will you even let me do that?"

"I let you... I want to stop thinking that I left my children without food. So please do it."

He moved closer, getting between yours legs.

He rubbed your nipple with his thumb, making you hiss.

And then he ran his tongue over your skin, and suddenly the most sensitive part of your breast was in his mouth.

He began to suck, nudging the nipple with his tongue. Stimulating to give him milk.

You tightened your hands on his shoulders.

It was a different feeling than when babies suckled you.

Then it was the need to feed the children.

Now it's almost sensual when he does that.

He did this for a moment, until he felt something warm and sweet flow onto his tongue.

He pulled away, staring at your nipple. Some milk came out.

However, it still wasn't as much as he needed. You've had to completely declog yourself to successfully feed the babies.

"I don't believe his method works..." He chuckled softly and put his mouth on you again. Sucking harder.

Even stronger and even stronger. Until finally milk shot onto his tongue, filling his mouth.

You felt a little relieved when your children's food made its way into the mouth of one of your children's fathers.

It only meant that he had managed to unclog it.

However, he didn't stop sucking.

You placed your hands on his head.

"S-Suguru..." you groaned.

"I know I have to leave something for the children. However, it even tastes good." He said licking his lips from your sweet juices. "Satoru?! Would you like some?!"

The white-haired man ran into the room and switched places with Suguru.

He went to the children and he lay down on the couch, his head on your thighs.

And he pulled you down a bit so that his mouth would catch your other nipple which he was examining is clogged.

"Sometimes it's probably better to go back to being fed like a baby." He chuckled as you grabbed his head and his lips pressed against your skin, sucking hard.

And again you felt that strange, pleasure-joined relief.

"I love that it has such a sweet taste. No wonder our kids love drinking from you so much."

"How did you know it was cute?" You asked, stroking his head.

If you closed your eyes, you could imagine yourself feeding your baby.

However, his mouth was that big, so he wasn't like a baby...

"I don't know if I should admit it, but while you were sleeping, I was just too curious to know what it tasted like." He chuckled before reaching for your nipple.

You saw his neck move as he swallowed the sweet liquid.

They helped you that way.

"Hey, save some for the kids." Suguru said as he came in with your kids in his arms.

And they both strapped the babies to your breasts, helping you hold them.

"They look like little toothless vampires drinking milk."

"Don't call my children vampires. You're like a vampire yourself." You said to Satoru.

"But these are my tiny and lovely milk vampires. I love them. And you know it very well." He laughed, stroking their hair gently.

"When they are hungry, it is obvious that they will want to eat something quickly. And if their favorite food is her milk, we can't forbid them." Suguru added, looking at how cute they looked next to you.

"Could I buy them baby vampire outfits? My little mochi would look so cute~."

"You know it's wrong to call children milk vampires?" You laughed.

"Tiny toothless vampires! Vampires drinking their mother's milk instead of blood! Isn't that adorable? I want to see them in these clothes! Just like the bunny outfits I bought them! They liked it!"

"If they want it, I don't mind. If they smile the same way they did when they got their bunny costumes, you can dress them up in that."

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru #gojo #geto x reader #geto x you #gojo x reader x geto

[likeumeanit9497]

yale pt. 2 | c.s |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

read part one here!

summary: to commit or not to commit; what will chris and y/n decide? and how will they prove to one another that their mutual decision was the right one?

warnings: smut, oral (m/f receiving), hand stuff (m/f), p in v, unprotected sex (BAD), more fluff than i usually write, 18+

notes: again i'm sorry ab the wait but part two is finally finished! it's a bit longer than my past one shots (almost 6000 words eek) because there's a lottttt of fluff before the smut. i hope ya'll enjoy!!!

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Two out of my three final exams were finished, and I was about ready to throw in the towel on my last one of the week. It was Thursday, and tomorrow was my Biology II final, which had been the one that had been stressing me out the most. As soon as I had got back to my small one-bedroom apartment that day, I had buried my nose in my textbooks in an attempt at cramming some last-minute miracle study session into my day.

That was around 3:00, and as I walked into my kitchen to make myself my fourth cup of coffee for the day, the clock on my stove read 9:26. I wanted to cry from exhaustion. Yale finals were no joke, and I had to do well on all of my exams in order to keep my scholarship for next year. On top of the stress caused by all of that, I was having an even more difficult time because my brain had been consumed by something else. Every moment of every day — whether I was trying to get some rest at night or trying to focus on answering the questions correctly on an exam — I was thinking about the last time I had seen Chris.

It had been less than a week, but my mind had replayed every moment of our time together so many times that it had begun feeling like a dream. That, in addition to the lack of proper rest I had been getting, had made me genuinely begin to question whether or not I had imagined everything that he had said before I ran out on him.

I hadn’t heard anything from Chris since then, which really wasn’t that uncommon. We typically only texted when I was back in Boston and we could meet up, and he knew that I would be busy with my finals this week and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. But regardless of how usual the lack of communication was, I couldn’t help but feel like there was a mutual tension between us even from miles away; and the shortage of interactions between us just felt like confirmation of that.

Since the last time we spoke, I had felt nearly every emotion possible regarding the situation. Guilty, happy, sad, angry, hurt, disappointed, excited, and confused. Very, very confused. There had been so many times where, as I was studying, or showering, or walking to class, I became completely consumed by the urge to text him; sometimes with the intention of telling him that I feel the same way about him as he does about me, other times my intentions were to cuss him out for making the one thing that was easy in my life so complicated. But every time I opened my phone and began typing out a message to him, I got ahold of myself and would hurriedly delete the paragraph.

Frustrated and lost in my own mind once again, I leaned onto the kitchen counter and rested my forehead against my crossed arms. The last thing that I wanted to do was go back to my desk and continue studying, but I knew that I needed to spend at least a few more hours on it if I wanted to secure at least a 90%. But my eyes were beginning to grow heavy, and the cool sensation that came from leaning on my counter was helping me calm down. Maybe I could stay here and collect my thoughts for just a few more minutes…

Four loud knocks at my front door caused my eyes to shoot open. I felt disoriented as I took a moment to take in my surroundings, glancing quickly at the clock I realized that I must have somehow dozed off in my position at the counter. Three more knocks rumbled through my small apartment, these ones more urgent than the last. As my brain finally woke up completely, I was hit with a mini wave of rage. Brad was in the same Biology II class as I was. He must be trying to study for the exam super last minute, and when he realized that he hadn’t even started taking study notes, he decided to show up unannounced at my place to get his hands on mine. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

I stormed toward my front door, beside myself in fury and stress. As I unlocked the door and began turning the handle, I opened my mouth to begin my crazed rant.

“Brad I swear to God I’m not-” My mouth clamped shut and I froze once the door was completely open and the identity of the person on the other side was shown.

“Hi.” Was all he said, his voice tentative and wavering slightly. His bright blue eyes were filled with uncertainty, his slouched shoulders were covered in a light dusting of snow, and held by his hands in the space between us was a bouquet of sunflowers.

“Chris.” His name fell breathlessly from my lips, and I immediately walked toward him and embraced him in a relieving hug. I felt both of our bodies relax as soon as they connected, and we stood in my doorway for what could have been hours; both of us taking a moment to relish in the comfort that came from us finally seeing one another. “What are you doing here?” I finally asked, pulling back from him and taking a good look at his beautiful face. He shifted on his feet before responding, “I just needed to see you.”

His body language showed that he was feeling incredibly vulnerable. I wanted to do everything I could to reassure him, but not yet; it was too soon. So instead, I guided him into my apartment and closed the door behind us.

“So,” I began as he stood awkwardly in my kitchen, “Have you just decided to start carrying those around as some sort of fashion statement or what?” I gestured towards the flowers still gripped firmly in his hand. He blinked quickly before looking down at them as if he had forgotten they were there, and nervously giggled. “No. Uh, I brought these for you?” His voice rose at the end of his sentence, making it sound like a question and I let out a small laugh before gently removing them from his grasp. “I was joking, thank you for these. Sunflowers are my favourite.” I replied before turning my back to him to search through my kitchen cabinets for a vase. “I know they are.” He said in a quiet voice, and I turned back to look at him quickly.

“How’d you know that?” I kept my tone light, partially because I felt like it might make him more comfortable and partially to keep my nerves at bay. “Your lock screen on your phone. It’s of you and your friends in a sunflower field. I asked you about the picture that first time we met when you went to put my number in your phone and you told me that they were your all-time favourite flower, even though you thought they were a bit cliche.” He explained all of this to me while looking down at his feet, and I felt a ripple of shock travel down my spine. How did he remember that seemingly mundane part of our very first interaction, eight months ago?

I cleared my throat as I felt my emotions begin to get the best of me, and finally found a vase hidden deep in one of my cabinets. “Well I do love them,” I finally responded once I regained control over myself, “And look at how beautiful they are! The brighten up my entire kitchen.” I showed him the bouquet, now tucked into their vase, and felt my heart flutter at their vibrancy. “Thank you so much, Chris. I mean it.” I walked over to where he was standing beside my kitchen island, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I playfully brushed my nose against his a few times, before planting a light kiss on his lips. “You have a very good memory.” I added, before moving my lips to his jaw, down to his neck; leaving wet thank-you kisses along the way. His breath hitched once I reached his collarbone, where I spent extra time suckling his delicate skin.

I brought a hand down to his jeans, where I palmed at his semi-hard member. His hands stayed still at his sides, but I could feel his increasing pulse against my lips as I moved them painfully slow back up to his. When my lips made it back to his, I pressed my body against him in an attempt at deepening our movements. His hands finally moved to grab onto my waist, giving me a moment of satisfaction, before he used his new grip to pull me away slightly. “Y/n, wait,” He started, his gaze fixed on me, “I’ve really been needing to talk about last weekend.” My stomach sunk as I began to feel the too-familiar pit of anxiety that had been haunting me for days grow once more. Not wanting him to pick up on how terrified I was to have this conversation, I planted a faux smile on my face and gave him a quick nod. “Me too. Let’s sit.” I replied before walking over to my couch.

“So…” I began once we were both seated on the couch facing each other. Even though I had spent days mulling over every detail of what I might possibly say to Chris once this inevitable conversation happened, I really had no idea how to go about this. And by the unusual silence and bouncing leg coming from Chris’s side of the couch, it was pretty evident that he didn’t know how to either.

“I thought we had agreed that this conversation wouldn’t happen until after I had written all of my finals.” I finally got the courage to speak first, before immediately noticing that my tone came across pretty passive aggressive. “I just mean — sorry, Chris. I’ve just been really stressed out.” I attempted to correct my first sentence once I noticed that his face was riddled with anxiety. Placing a soft hand on his forearm, I continued, “I just mean I’ve been really needing to talk to you, too.” A nervous smile flashed across his face at my words, and I watched as he took a deep breath. “You have?” His tone sounded unsure, and I nodded firmly. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else.” I added, slightly embarrassed by my own admission. “Neither have I.” He added, turning his body slightly so he can face me better.

“I know I told you that I would wait until after you were finished your exams, and I really tried. But I’ve been going crazy these past few days and I really couldn’t wait anymore. I’m sorry.” He confessed, and I scooted closer to his place on the couch. “Don’t be. Trust me, I’ve felt so crazy these past few days too. I’ve gone through every possible emotion whenever I thought about the whole situation, it’s like I can’t get control over my mind. It’s been hell.” I reassured him with the truth.

“Well, how are you feeling about the whole thing?” He asked tentatively, as if he was afraid of my answer. I allowed myself to contemplate for a few moments before answering, so that I could say the right thing. “Well, at first I was scared. It was just so out of the blue Chris, and my brain couldn’t process it all.” I watched him watch me as I spoke, “Then, I felt really angry. I was so mad that after all of this time you decided to drop that bomb of a confession right before I had to start my most stressful week of the year. That, along with the simple fact that I am in a relationship, no matter how toxic, and you went and made things even more complicated.” His gaze dropped to the dead space between us, clearly having a difficult time hearing how upset I had been.

“But,” His eyes met mine again as I continued, “I almost felt relieved? Like, it kind of felt like this was how it was always supposed to end up, if that makes sense. It was like some part of me knew that the universe was planning something like this to happen in a way, and that all of our sneaking around was just the build up.” I felt my heart in my throat as I spoke of feelings that I hadn’t even known I was feeling before; shocked by my own confession. By the expression on his face, I could tell that he was just as confused.

“Wait, what?” Said Chris, his eyes widening slightly. I stared back at him in silence, terrified that I might have said too much and gotten this whole thing wrong. Oh God, what if he came here to back out of what he had said last week? What if his jealousy had just overpowered him in the moment, and he was here to backtrack. Even more, what if he was here to end things between us completely? I began to feel myself panic at all of the thoughts flying through my head at rapid speed, before he finally spoke.

“Are you — are you saying that you might want this too?” Chris asked, his voice one of hesitant optimism. Immediately, I felt my initial wave of dread vanish and a new, almost excited anxiety take its place. I bent forward, resting my arms on my knees, and groaned into my hands at the feeling. “I…do.” I finally said, my voice muffled by the concealment of my face behind my fingers.

The room stayed silent for what felt like forever, my last words sat heavy in the air between us. I was so anxious I couldn’t bear to look anywhere, so I scrunched my eyes tightly shut and made every attempt at calming my nerves.

“Come here.”

Chris’s voice was so soft and calm — a refreshing contrast to the racing thoughts in my own mind — that it caused my eyes to snap open and fall on him. He still looked a bit nervous, but the genuine smile that shone across his face allowed me to release the deep breath that I wasn’t even aware I was holding. I scooted even closer to him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. With my head tucked into his neck, I breathed him in; allowing my nervous system a moment to relax.

“We’re really doing this then?” I finally asked as he rubbed gentle circles on my back. He let out a soft chuckle. “Looks like it.” I pulled away from his embrace and brushed his hair out of his beautiful face. “I’m gonna have to end things with Brad tomorrow after our Biology final.” I sighed, dreading the inevitable conversation that was I was sure would be made more difficult by Brad and his disrespect. However, Chris’s pleased expression brought me some joy, because at the end of the day he was who I really wanted.

Feeling like I was on cloud nine, I wrapped my arms around Chris’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Right as my lips barely grazed his, however, he mumbled something and pulled back. “No,” he began, shaking his head firmly. “We gotta do this right. Things are different now and we’re not just sneaking around, so it feels wrong to just kiss you behind everyone’s back like we had to before. Take your exam, have a conversation with Brad, and then we can start from the beginning.”

My jaw physically dropped, shocked at the maturity of Chris’s words. I wish he wasn’t but I knew that he was right. Now that we were headed in the direction of something more serious, it would be so much more meaningful to wait until all of the wrinkles of our situation had been ironed out. I gave him a smile and nodded softly, letting him know that he was right.

“So, how did you get here?” I asked, stretching my arms behind my head to work the kinks out of my sore back. “Matt dropped me off. I had to offer to do the laundry for a full month for it though.” I laughed at his response, but was also touched by the idea as I knew that Chris despised laundry more than anything. “Jesus, no kidding, that’s a long drive just to turn right back around and go back to Boston.”

“Well, no. He should still be downstairs. I told him to wait outside for a while just in case things didn’t go so well up here.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly at this fact, but I understood what he meant. “Well, if you want you can tell him to head back and you can spend the night here. I was already planning on heading back home tomorrow night so I can just take you with me.” I offered, glancing quickly at him through my eyelashes as I did to gauge his reaction. Immediately, a smile flashed across his face and he shot up from the couch as if he had been hoping I would say that. “I’m down. Let me just run to his car and grab by duffel bag.” I laughed at his reaction, and the fact that he had clearly intended on staying the night if he played his cards right.

Before walking to the door, he leaned over my figure and planted a quick kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll be right back. Maybe once I grab my stuff I can quiz you for your exam or some shit. Don’t want you to not be prepared tomorrow just because I’m here.” My heard fluttered from the sensation of his lips on my skin in combination with his thoughtful words, and I had to fight the urge to pull his face to mine. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

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Once I finally made it back to my apartment, I slammed the front door shut and slid against it down to the floor. I ran my hands through my snow-covered hair as I tried to catch my breath and wrap my head around what I had just done.

I finally broke up with Brad.

As suspected, he didn’t take it well. To be honest, it had been a bad choice of mine to do it as we were walking towards the exit of the exam building, but I hadn’t expected him to break down into tears and get down on his knees in front of countless other students and professors, begging me to reconsider. I could still hear the echos of his wails as I literally ran away through the double exit doors of the building, and I continued to run as fast as I could until I reached the lobby of my apartment complex.

And now here I was, feeling everything all at once and trying to make sense of all that has happened over the past twenty four hours. As I mulled through everything, the sound of my shower turning on caught my attention. In all of my stress from writing my exam to breaking up with Brad, I had nearly forgotten what all of it was for.

Chris.

I stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom. Putting my ear against the door, I smiled as I listened to him quietly sing along to a Ken Carson song playing from his phone as he showered. Checking the door knob, I realized that he had left it unlocked and I decided to enter the humid washroom. The room had already begun to fill up with steam, but I could still see Chris’s back through the glass shower door. He was facing away from me, and the music was loud so he clearly had no clue that I was there.

Quickly and quietly, I began to take off my clothes from the day; keeping my eyes on him the entire time to make sure he still hadn’t noticed my presence. Once fully unclothed, I took my hair out of my messy bun and began walking towards the shower. Standing at the glass now, I brought my knuckles against the cool surface and gently knocked.

At my knocking, Chris’s body jolted and he quickly turned his body to face me. When he saw that it was just me standing there, his body visibly relaxed and a smile crossed his lips. “Hey.” He said as his eyes travelled across my naked body. “Hey.” I returned as I opened the shower door and began climbing in. I stood in front of his naked figure, the stream of water from the shower head beginning to mist my hair.

“Did you talk to him?” Asked Chris, his eyes searching my face; clearly trying to gauge my expression. I tilted my head to the side and smirked slightly. “I did.” He continued to just stare, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly. “I ended it.” I added, causing a smile to immediately cross his face. “So we’re really doing this, huh?” Chris asked as he brought his hands to my hips, pulling my body towards him directly under the shower head. Now getting completely rained on, I squeezed my eyes shut and chuckled. “What, you getting cold feet already kid?” I asked jokingly, opening my eyes to look at him and standing on my tip toes so that I could bring my face closer to his.

“No, obviously not, it’s just,” He paused when I brushed my wet lips against his softly, before whispering, “It’s just a bit scary.” I brought my hands to the back of his head, where I mindlessly twirled my fingers through his curls. “What’s scary?” My hushed tone now matched his as I spoke. “I’ve just never been in a relationship before, and I don’t want to screw anything up. I’m really really out of my realm here Y/n.” He confessed, his tone somber and his eyes fearful.

I grabbed my bottom lip with my teeth, completely understanding what he was saying but not wanting to unintentionally confirm his fears by agreeing. So instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him against me. After a moment of relishing in the feeling of his skin pressed firmly against mine, feeling our hearts beat as one, I spoke.

“Let me show you that you don’t need to be scared of anything.” I gazed up at him as he looked down at me, and after a short while he nodded his head. Rubbing his back delicately, I spoke. “Things aren’t going to be much different, you know,” I began placing soft kisses along his collarbone, “Sure we won’t be sneaking around,” More kisses along his shoulder, “And there will be a certain level of accountability and loyalty that wasn’t there before,” My mouth moved to his jaw, “But those are all good things because,” Finally, my lips were hovering in front of his, so close to touching that I could feel his anxious breath against them.

“They mean that I’m all yours.”

At that, Chris crashed his lips against mine. Our mouths moved in sync as his tongue swirled against mine. I gasped as Chris suddenly pressed my back against the cool tiled wall where he continued to dominate my mouth. I felt his quickly growing member press against my hip, and reached forward to begin stroking it slowly. A soft moan fell from his mouth, and I began to move my hand up and down quicker along his hard shaft. He bucked his hips slightly at the sensation, and moved his lips to leave deep kisses along my neck, down to my nipples. He gave my left nipple one long drag with his tongue before engulfing the entire thing in his mouth. He sucked hard and bit tenderly on the tip of my nipple the way he knew I liked, and I couldn’t help but release a small whine at the building need in between my legs.

“Let me make you feel good.” Chris mumbled against my tit, grabbing my ass firmly with both hands. “Me first.” I replied, a smirk on my face with his cock still tight in my grasp. Slowly, I dropped to my knees on the shower floor and was face to face with his swollen cock. Gazing at me as water dripped down his entire body, Chris watched as I placed my lips around his red tip; swirling my tongue to lap up the salty pre cum that had begun to drip from his slit. I watched his erotic expressions as his body shuddered from the sensation, and slowly began bobbing my head up and down the length of his cock. I began pumping my hand along his last few inches that I couldn’t fit in my mouth, and had to stifle my own anticipatory moan from how turned on I had made myself just by knowing that it was my mouth that was allowing him to feel this pleasure.

Not being able to take the painfully aroused state I was in, I brought my free hand between my own legs; gently massaging my own clit to relieve just a bit of the tension. The immediate satisfaction caused me to moan on Chris’s cock, which in turn caused him to press his hand against the shower wall to support his weakened frame. As he watched me pleasure both of us, his jaw slacked and his eyes glazed over with pure lust. I continued to vigorously bob my head, though I was beginning to get distracted by my own heightened arousal as my fingers maintained their pressure on my swollen clit. As tears welled in my eyes I swallowed the entire length of his shaft and began deep throating him, watching his face as his eyes squeezed shut and his free hand moved to grab my hair.

“Fuck baby, I might cum.” His words came out gravelly through his bright pink lips, and I hummed in response as I continued to swirl my tongue around the base of his dick. Suddenly, Chris released a throaty moan before pulling his hips back and detaching my lips from his member with a pop. Instinctually, I tilted my head up and opened my mouth; sticking my tongue out with a slight smirk. I watched as Chris pumped his cock with his own hand a few times before his warm fluid coated my expectant face. I quickly swallowed the few drops that had landed in my mouth, and smiled softly up at Chris as he watched. He brought his thumb to my lower lip and swiped delicately; collecting a drop of his cum that had landed there before placing it on my tongue. Tauntingly, I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked it gently as his breath hitched.

He took his thumb out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. Wrapping an arm around the small of my back, he guided me directly under the stream of water before tilting my head back so that his seed could wash off of my face. After a moment, he pulled me back out of the water and pressed me into his chest. His hands travelled across my back and down to my ass, where he began massaging softly. As he massaged, the tips of his fingers grazed my slit from the back and I began to feel the urgent need to be touched. I nibbled at his skin and subconsciously arched my back in an attempt to give his hands better access to where I needed them most.

He ran a finger through my slick folds and my heart rate quickened against his chest. “You think you can manage to go again?” I breathed as he continued to tease me. I felt his body shift slightly as he chuckled. “Yup. Just give me a minute.” The words barely left his mouth before he dropped to his knees and backed my body up against the wall in one swift motion. Before I had a moment to process anything, his mouth connected to my bundle of nerves. To grant himself easier access, he grabbed my right leg and put it over his shoulder as I moaned out at the sensation that the new angle provided. His mouth moved rhythmically as his tongue swirled around my clit in the way that he knows drives me crazy, and I already began to feel the early whispers of an orgasm in my lower stomach.

After a few moments of bliss, my body was suddenly jolted into reality when he removed his lips from me and stood up. Keeping me pinned to the wall, he attacked my mouth with his own. Deep and carelessly, our lips moved in sync with one another as Chris simultaneously hooked my leg around his hip to press his body even closer to mine. Suddenly, our kiss was cut off by my open-mouthed gasp as Chris slammed his cock deep into my core. Without giving me a moment to adjust to his size, he began driving into me with quick strokes. I struggled to continue to stand — both because of the slippery shower and the velocity of his movements — so I dug my nails into his back for grip; sure to leave deep scratches by the time we were finished.

“Fuck Chris, you’re so big.” I moaned out, feeling my core stretch out with each of his thrusts. “Oh come on baby, you can take it.” His tone was mocking, but it came out breathless as he relentlessly pummelled into me.

His face was pressed against mine, and my view of his feverish gaze and tightened jaw was interrupted periodically only by his sloppy kisses along my jaw. As his pace began to grow more careless, my vision began to grow blurry from my approaching orgasm. “Chris, please keep going I’m so close.” I begged, fearful that his second orgasm would come quicker than my first.

He brought his hand to my throat and squeezed it delicately, his eyes on mine. “I’ll wait for you, princess. Want to cum with you.” His hand moved from my throat down to my clit, where he began rubbing it fiercely. The additional contact from him instantly sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was going to reach my climax. “C-chris, I’m — oh God I’m cumming.” I practically screamed as the wave of overwhelming pleasure hit me. As my walls pulsed erratically around his cock, Chris released a raspy moan — a clear indicator that he had also reached his own orgasm. His movements slowed tremendously as we both rode out our highs; both of our fluids and slurred profanities in harmony with one another.

Chris’s hips stopped moving completely as we both leaned our heads against the shower wall, catching our breath. His hand that had previously been on my clit was now resting on my inner thigh where it was thoughtlessly rubbing up and down my soft skin. The thick steam in the shower was making it even harder for me to catch my breath, so I turned the temperature down before stepping under the stream of water to begin cooling myself down. Chris followed suit, and squeezed some shampoo into his hand before lathering my hair with it. Humming at the relaxing feeling of his hands massaging my scalp, I leaned back against his firm chest.

“See, at least you know that part of our relationship didn’t change.” I said jokingly as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. “No, it definitely did.” He responded, and I froze. Once again I was worried that he had changed his mind; that maybe he thought the sex might start to be boring, or that sex with emotion was too sappy. Just as those insecurities began to rear their head, Chris’s eyes softened with a big smile as he pulled me towards him. “It got even better.” I felt my body relax in his arms at those words, and I beamed up at him. “I agree.” I pressed a soft kiss to his collar bone.

“Now let’s hurry up, I want to get back to Boston before it gets dark out.” I said as I hurriedly lathered by body with shower gel. Chris moved from his place under the shower head to give me space to wash off before exiting the shower. “Stay at mine tonight? We can watch Christmas movies!” He exclaimed as he grabbed a towel to dry off. I rolled my eyes with a smile. “You’re such a cornball. But unfortunately I think I might be too because that sounds great.” He giggled at this before poking his head back into the shower to plant a kiss on my nose. “I’m really happy we’re doing this.”

“Doing what? Getting excited over watching Christmas movies?” I asked with a chuckle. “No — well, yes. But no. I meant I’m — I’m really happy you’re all mine now.” His words made me melt a little inside, and I brought an affectionate hand to his jaw and brushed my thumb against it. I took a moment to really admire his perfect features — in awe of my current reality where a man as beautiful as him could feel the way he does about me— before responding, “Me too, Chris. I’m happy I’m all yours too.”

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[cameronspecial]

I'm Here

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Taking care of kids can be stressful, especially when running on low sleep. Good thing Rafe is a supportive husband.

Masterlist

Y/N had been home all day with three-year-old Mila and newborn Parker. It had been a stressful day for the mother with the former refusing to eat anything her mother made and the latter refusing to stop crying her little head off. She is on the verge of crying and she wants to call Rafe for backup, but she knows he has important meetings today. “How about a nice plate of dumplings? Mommy can order some,” Y/N offers her three-year-old. Mila shakes her head defiantly and crosses her arms, “NO!” The shout triggers her younger sister into another round of screaming. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut and rounds the corner to go pick up her crying daughter. “Mila, please don’t shout around Parker. You know it upsets her,” she chides her eldest. This causes Mila to start her own crying and this stresses Y/N out even more. The mother starts bouncing the baby up and down to see if it will calm her. 

At that moment, Rafe enters through the front door wearing his dress shirt with the sleeves buttoned up his forearm, his tie untied and hanging from his neck, and in black dress pants. His hair is devilishly run through by his fingers. This sexy business look is the reason why Parker was born. Y/N can’t admire her husband’s handsomeness because the newborn baby in her arms starts wiggling like crazy. Y/N’s face contorts to stress, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. “Are they going through another phase?” he asks, coming to give her a kiss. Y/N relishes in the feeling of his lips, “Yes. One doesn’t want to eat anything and the other won’t stop crying. I don’t know what is going on.” Tears start to swell in her eyes as her frustration starts to creep to the surface. Rafe sits beside her on the couch and gives her back a reassuring rub. He places a kiss on her temple and takes Parker into his arms. 

“It’s okay, I’m here. Why don’t you let me take care of the kids? I know you can handle it, but I also know you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because you were taking care of Parker so that I could get to work on time. I am very grateful for that, so why don’t you take a nap while I take care of the kids,” he suggests, walking over to Mila and placing her on her chair at the table. Y/N closes her eyes and takes a small nap. When she wakes up, she can’t help but notice the silence and gush at the sight before her. Rafe is in the kitchen cutting strawberries into a star shape. Every few cuts, he would move Parker’s bassinet back and forward. Once all of the strawberries are cut, Rafe moves on to flipping the grilled cheeses on the stove. He plates the sandwiches and cuts them into a heart shape. He makes sure to eat any of the excess food so it doesn’t go to waste. 

He puts the strawberries onto the plate next to the sandwich and adds some square-shaped cucumbers too. He takes one plate over to Mila, who is watching Bluey while she patiently waits for her food, and brings the other one over to his wife. He checks over his shoulder to make sure that Mila is eating her food and gives Y/N a kiss on the lips. “I know you haven’t eaten, so please eat,” he whispers against her lips. Y/N gives him a relieved smile and takes the plate into her hands, “Thank you. How did you get Mila to eat and Parker to stop crying?” Rafe sits beside her and brings her onto his lap. “It took some bargaining to get Mila to eat. She would eat whatever I made her if I cut it into a pretty shape. And to get Parker to stop crying, I found blankie and it made her stop crying,” he tells her. 

Y/N ahh’s in understanding as to what she did wrong. She doesn’t feel like a bad parent for forgetting those details about her daughters, she knows her tiredness was the reason behind it. She is just thankful that Rafe was there to help support her. 

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[itsmebytch001]

What if the reader tries and succeeds to kill herself? How would the family react? I'm sorry if this goes against your rules, I'm new. I really like your writing and find the yandere family to be comforting, oddly enough.

Total Family devistation...

18+

Jeff was beside himself, he had to be the one to tell Aaron that they had found you, and not alive. He a father, had to tell another father that his only child, his daughter had been found dead and by her own hand. It had to be him, beacuse if not him, who? He had already had the pleasure of idenitying you, cold and alone in a moruge full of strangers, but you, his niece, so young and vibrant now grey and stiff in this terrible terrible place, and its not like he hadn't been to a mourge before, he had just never known who was under the sheet.

And he so destpratley wanted it to be anyone but you, but even before the sheet was lifted, he knew it was you. Looking down at your young face so dranied and empty it felt so wrong it turn his back on you to spare himself the horror of looking at you, but he simply could not bare it.

But he knew the worse was yet to come. While Rio, Miles where all at Aarons house, waiting for you to be brought back home...alive of course he knew once he walked through that door he would have to explain what had happned, and that you would not be coming back.

What would he say to Miles? His cousin, but in spirit his sister was gone, dead and not only that but she had been the one to take herself out.

Miles was strong, but no one is strong enough for that.

Meanwhile Rio was making dinner for the three of them In Aarons kitchen, frying up something while Aaron sat on the couch tapping his foot nervoulsy as all panicked parents would.

Rio: "Oye! Miles Get out of Y/n's room!" She yelled to her nosey son.

Miles was sitting un top your bed, just starring into the void, worried, stressed as to your wear abouts, the whole family knew you weren't doing well, that you were struggling but he simply could not shake the feeling that maybe something terrible had happened.

Rio turned her head over to see Aaron was rubbing his face and bald head over and over to sooth himself and breathing heavily, she turns off the stove and sits next to him, placing a calming hand over his back.

Rio: "I know your scared Aaron, but Y/n is a tough girl, she'll be okay"

Aaron: "I Know...I know" He whispred.

Rio: "MILES, Come here!" She yelled summoning him to the living room where he sat down with his Mom and Uncle.

Rio: "Call your father, it's taking him awhile to call back, now call him"

Miles: "M'kay" He got back up to ring his Dad in the next room, only not to be answered, he called again and nothing, strange.

It was now 22: 17, and Jeff was standing outside your building stewing, having had broken down in his car, trying despratley to stop crying as he held himself in his pulled over crusier trying to push out the image of your cold empty shell, and thinking about how it was only days before when he had seen you warn, breathing and alive and now you were simply...gone.

What was he going to do.

He a father was going to tell another father, His brother that his daughter was dead.

He took of his hat, and carried himself up the stairs, and stood for a few moments outside the door motionless until he forced himself to knock, only to be met with his brothers face, worried and sweaty, again he asked himself how the hell he was supposed to tell him.

But if it wasn't him, it would just be an other officer, a stranger who never knew you never met you, so it had to be him.

Aaron looked own both left to right of the hall for you as he expected you would be returned to him, but you weren't there, Aaron looked at Jeff confused as Jeff ushered himself into the house. With his hat in hands Rio instantly knew something was terribly wrong, she stood from the couch as Miles re entered the house from the fire escape seeing his father in the living room he expected to see you with him...

Miles: "Ay, you find Y/n?"

Jeff: "I-I" He begins to shake, he can't make eye contact with anyone.

Jeff: "Aaron...Aaron I"

Rio: "What is it my love?" She asks as she can see whatever Jeff was to say is deeply distressing.

Miles: "Dad, you good?"

Jeff wipes his lip as he can feel himself begin to tear up, Aaron just wants to know where the hell his child is and can clearly tell whatever news Jeff has for him isn't great, but he must know as Rio reaches her hand out to her husband as a small comfort.

Aaron: "What is it?"

Jeff: "Aaron, Aaron I'm so so sorry"

Rio begins to tense her hand around Jeff's wrist, almost as if begging him to stop.

Jeff: "We found Y/n, but...she's gone"

Aaron: "Gone? What the hell do you mean GONE?" He balls his fists he's trying to convince himself it's something, anything else.

Jeff: "She's dead man"

The moment of complete silence falls across the room, Aaron simply can't process what being said to him, he looks confused, what do you mean dead? How could you KNOW?

...

...

Jeff: "we found her by a train track...She got hit bad"

Rio: "Oh...oh my God" She lifts her hand from Jeff to cover her mouth as she turns away from her husband reaching over to collapse over the couch as she begins to cry into the cushions, holding her face to shield her son from the sight of his mother broken down into a weeping mess. Repeating again and again 'no no no' You truly where like the daughter she never had, whenever you were having women related problmes she was the one you came to, she was the once who reassured you weren't going to die when you first got her period, she had help raise you from a babe when your father was overwhelmed, teaching him how to burp you, she was the one to forced Aaron and Jeff to re connect for the sake of the family for the sake of you two cousins, she was the one who helped you dye your hair, and then re dye it when it went horribly wrong, she was the one who taught you how to do eyeliner, she was the one who took you clothing shopping when you hit puperty and made you feel okay about your body changing. she was really like you Mom, when your actual mother for reasons beyond her control fell short, and now it was all gone, it was all over and all for nothing.

Miles: "Did you check Stella's house? She's always hanging round there" He' s in denial, Jeff can see he's about to cry, but he like anyone else is unwilling to accept the situation.

Aaron: " Or Bloom?"

Jeff wanted to entertain this, he wanted to indulge in the fantasy that you were just sneaking round your friends house, but it was you who was lying on that steal table.

Jeff: "Aaron, please I"

Aaron: "Did you even check?"

Miles: "I got Stella's number lemme call her"

Jeff: "Miles! Please..."

...

...

Jeff: "I Just got back form the mourge, It her man I'm so so sorry but she's gone"

Aaron: "nah man, it has to be someone else"

Jeff: "No...No its her"

Miles: "This has to be a mistake, it-it, How could she, Why would you say this?!"

Aaron: "is this a joke?"

Jeff: "What?"

Aaron: "Is this one of Y/n's stunts?"

Jeff: "No no Aaron please"

Aaron: "Is she back at the station or something?"

Jeff: "Aaron"

Aaron: "is she at the Stella's girl house?"

Miles: "Uncle Aaro-"

Aaron: "Miles call Stella she'll know where she's at"

Jeff: "AARON!"

...

...

...

Aaron: "Please man"

...

Jeff: "I'm sorry"

Aaron finally began to cry, backing up into the couch before breaking down as Jeff held him timidly as they all finally broke.

Miles in a trance of extreme grife stumbled down into your room, the room where he had spent hours chatting with you, playing dolls with as children and despratley trying to convince your parents to allow you to have a sleep over, looking over all your belongings, your bed and your rug he simply could not deal with it, so he allowed himself to sink onto the soft floor, and scream.

Months after the burial service the family was still very much in pices, Aaron still found himself setting out a table of food for you, having a moment of realistion, of remembering but refusing to leave to throw the food out, he always had the hope you would one day just walk through the door, alive. He would leave the food out until it began to rot beacuse throwing it out would mean accpeting you were gone.

Rio had started going to church again, after work, on weekends she became a regular again, and all she ever prayed for was for you to come back, or a sign that you were okay where ever you were, she would ask the pastor again and again to reasure her that you were in heaven, at peace and happy, but it was never enough.

She had built a shrine to you, a small one in her room with Jeff, it was just of a small photo of you with a pair of earings, a braclet and a small statue of mother Mary sourounded by candels.

Sometimes Miles would find his Mom praying over your shrine, begging for you to come back, or leaving small candies by it. But she still couldn't bring herself to visit your grave.

Miles visited you often, every few days leaving you fresh flowers, talking to you for hours about his spiderman work, school, how angry he was at you for leaving him, for not turning to him or anyone for help.

He also blamed your friends, how could they not see you needed help, they got to spend all their time with you, they monopolised you and they let you go, surely they must have seen something was wrong. He kept side eyeing them at your burial, starring at them accusingly.

Miles had put on a huge memorial for you, and it was beautiful, showed you in the best light with flowers and stars sourouding your face, and shared it with his family. Once it was finished and on display he and his family layed candels aroound it and then sat in a quite crying pit, It was the first time Miles had seen Aaron in 2 months, he had gained quite a bit of weight, grown out his beard and clearly hadn't slept.

Through the family would grieve, and try and heal but nothing was ever enough, they never truly recovered, the shrine was never taken down, the memorail was always being repainted to avoid it fading, and your Dad Aaron never stopped laying out food for you and never allowed anything in your room to change, he had turned it into a mueasem, and sometimes, when he was especially depressed he would sit in your room sourounded by your stuff and simply break down, crying and and begging for you to come back.

GIVE ME MOREEEEE SUGGESTIONS

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[sugawarassoccerlover]

little comfy blurb with timeskip!Sugawara im going back to my roots

gn!reader

"Was that a yawn?" Koushi asked you, looking up from the couch over at where you were standing in the kitchen.

"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, either way, what're you gonna do about it?" You smiled and rolled your eyes.

"Take you to bed myself because someone is clearly tired and needs sleep," the former setter stood up, setting down his book and walking over to you

"Tired? I'm not tired," you said, making a face.

"Yes." Koushi wrapped his arms around your waist. "You." He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. "Are." With that, he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"If I am, which I'm not, I still have to finish dinner," you scoffed, continuing to stir the broth.

Your gray-haired boyfriend sighed, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. "Sweetheart, darling, loveliest, you're stunning, and I could never say anything bad about you, but those dark circles are telling me otherwise."

You huff, pausing and setting the whisk on the counter. "Koooo, I promise I'm fine. I've just been a little bit busy, okay? There's the problems with the bank, my parents, I have lessons, my clients, I can't just not answer the phone, and-" you cut yourself off when you feel a tear slide down your face. Ah, shit. Maybe you were more stressed than you realize.

Koushi's eyes fill with alarm for a moment, before his gaze softens. He turns you around in his arms to cup your face with his hands, stroking the tear away with his thumb. "Aw, honey..."

You reach your hand up in frustration, harshly wiping at your eye to stop yourself from crying. Koushi tenderly takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. "No, don't do that my love," though the words sound scolding, his tone is mild. He moves one of his arms back to your waist, pulling you against him. He leans down, softly kissing the top of your forehead, and the action makes you want to sob.

He adjusts the two of you so he can turn the stove off, before wrapping his other arm around your shoulders and burying his nose in your hair. The two of you just stand there, you nestled against him, in a peaceful silence while you quietly cry.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," you murmur, breaking the silence.

"Ah-uh, no apologies my love, it's alright. You clearly needed that," he pulled his face back, brushing your hair from your face and looking affectionately into your eyes. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"You're right, I'm- I am tired, you're right, I'm sorry, I just. I can't afford to rest, I have to keep up," you start crying as soon as you start explaining.

"Hey, it's alright, slow down a bit. C'mon honey, you're working yourself up," he strokes his thumb on your cheek, the action a stark contrast to the rampage in your mind. He pauses for a second before asking, "keep up with who? Is someone stressing you out? I hope I'm not."

"No one!" You say, surprising yourself with the urgency. "Um, no one I guess. I'm just. No one has, but I feel like I need to. And you're so busy all the time, I can't slack off and make you do all the work and pick up after me all the time, I can't let myself slip up and make more work for you-"

Koushi puts a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. "You're not making more work for me by taking a break, especially one that you need. If you need to take some time to rest and catch up on much needed sleep, it doesn't inconvenience me. Even if I'm taking care of you, it's not work. I enjoy taking care of you. Won't you let me?"

#kross' musings ✧ #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #karasuno x reader #koshi sugawara #sugawara #sugawara comfort #sugawara x y/n #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara kōshi #hq #haikyuu comfort #sugawara drabble #haikyuu drabbles

[hexgaywire]

Hi! Could I ask for a short fic (SFW) of Hex comforting his S/O (preferably female) after she gets home tired, from a stressful day of work because she had to stay extra hours? Thanks in advance~ 💕

This is the perfect request I love you 5ever for requesting Hex too. I'd be happy to do this.

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Hex comforting his tired S/O

Ft. Hex Haywire

Warnings: Established relationship, mentions of burnout, food mentions, hurt/comfort type beat

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It had been a long day at work. You're burnt out having to do overtime, your boss had been nagging you all day and all you wanted to do was go back to your apartment with your lovely boyfriend lay down and die.

When you finally clock out for the day you feel the rest of the weight of commuting home start to cave on you. "Only a little longer." You sigh to yourself. Your eyes feel heavy and your body feels like it could give out at any moment.

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Finally reaching home you fumble for your keys and unlock the door. The smell of food wafts through your nose as soon as you open the door. "Darling is that you?" You hear Hex call from the kitchen. "Yeah it's me." You responded weakly as you set down your stuff and took off your shoes.

You trek into the kitchen, Hex is a sight to behold. He's in an apron, cooking the most delicious meal you've ever seen. "You've been busy." You smile at him. He sighs at you. "So have you! I mean you must be exhausted darling. I just wanted to help out by making you some food so you wouldn't have to deal with that when you got home." He smiles.

You could cry, and you do. He's just so caring and you had such a long day. You sniffle and sob. Hex shuts off the stove and rushes to your side.

He guides your sobbing form to the sofa and gently strokes your back. Once both of you are sat you immediately crawl into his arms and hiccups out a few more sobs. Hex gently shushes, continuing to rub small circles into your back. "Tough day?" He gently prods. You nod silently. "I've got you, I don't want you to worry about anything else tonight." Hex kisses the top of your head.

After holding you for a while you eventually calm down. "Thank you for being amazing Hex. I genuinely don't know what I'd do without you." He smiles warmly at you. "I don't know what I'd do without you, you're amazing and you do so much. I'm just here to remind you that you're loved and I'm extremely proud of you." You squeeze him tightly. " If you want we can take a little nap before you eat? " he suggested. " I'd like that idea." You say as you cozy up on the couch with him and drift off into a nap.

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This was not beta read I literally wrote this at work so if there's any mistakes I'm sorry. Hope you enjoyed it! My requests are still open!

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hiii <3 how are you? hehe

skdjsks help my midterms are starting tomorrow, i’m super nervous… so, could i please request &team members’ reaction to when their s/o is stressed out about exams (maybe, even to the point of crying and isolating) 🥹

just something cute, cuz i think i’ve been reading smut a little too much lately😭

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Haiii 🦋i gotchu (i think i sorta need a break from smut too😖)

warnings: a lil angsty, mostly fluff, (nicho is a lil suggestive tho)!

&team Reactions When Their S/o's Are Stressed Out

K

Would get really concerned. He's been in the same position as you before, so he knows how it feels.

"Babe?" He'd turn the corner, seeing you curled underneath your desk. Investigating the scene, he would see your textbooks all over the desk, open with writing notes all over it. Then, his ears would would pick up on your soft sniffles. "Oh, baby. Come here." Kei would pick you up from under the table and place you onto your bed. He would rock you back and forth, even if you try to escape his grasp. Would kiss your face all over and whisper praises in your ears.

Fuma

Doesn't really get why your stressed because he didn't struggle in school but will try his best to comfort you.

He would be cooking in the kitchen and ask you to grab him a glass cup. Of course you'd drop it onto the ground, watching it shatter over the floor. "Fuma...I'm so sorry." He'd see the tears well in your eyes, a little confused because it was his cup, not yours. "It's okay babe. I'll clean it up." He'd watch you fall apart, sobbing and falling to your knees. He would catch you before you fall onto the glass, lifting you up and placing you onto the couch. Kissing you softly and reassuring you. "Shit, I forgot to turn of the stove!"

Nicholas

Tries his best but will convince you to go with his...own solution.

Upon walking into his room, he'd look at your sad face. "You okay?" he'd ask, immediately making you burst into tears. Panicking, he'd get up from his bed and make you sit down next to him. Kissing your tears away, holding your face and putting your foreheads together. "Hey, don't stress about that school shit, ok? You can always ask me for help." He would softly kiss your neck and your collar, playing with the edge of your shirt. "I can distract you for about an hour if you need it."

Euijoo

Would comfort you and end up doing some studying with you, very patient.

When he comes into your room he'd see you hunched over your desk and crying, he would pick you up. "Hey baby. Hm, sit on my lap." You'd let him place you on his lap, hugging you tightly. "I know this is hard, but we have to get this done. How about I help you?" You two would spend the rest off the night studying, and you'd fall asleep on his lap.

Jo

Is probably actually in the same boat as you so you two can vent to each other.

You'd flop onto his bed while he's taking notes, making him look over at you. "Oh, hey y/n. What's up?" Starting to cry out of nowhere, he'd be a little concerned. But he gets it. He's stressed out too. You two would just sit on the bed together and cry in each other's embrace.

Yuma

Is the type to not stress over these things, but will hug it out.

"Babe? Are you seriously crying over this dumb stuff?" He teased, seeing your angered expression. "Yes, Yuma! This 'dumb stuff' can make or break the rest of my life." You scolded, Yuma's smile fading into a more compassionate one. "It's gonna be okay, my love. Just come here." Hugging you so tight you can barely, breathe, you'll start to think you might just be okay.

Harua

will stress out with you, make it a little worse but eventually make it better.

You would be working over your desk, panicking and your eyes wetting. Harua's eyes would go wide. "It's exam week? Oh crap! B-but you shouldn't worry. I know it's stressful but just take a deep breath." Hugging you from behind, you two would sit there for a second. "I'll head to the store and buy us some snacks, okay?"

Taki

knows about it already, planned something for you in advance.

Taki would come in while your studying, in an excited mood. You'd turn around, seeing tears well in your eyes. "Hey darling! Come see what I did." He'd grab your hand, taking you into the living room. You were too busy doing your work to even notice that Taki had set up a fort and some fairy lights. "Dinner and a movie?" He'd suggest, hearing the doorbell ring.

Maki

tries his hardest to be compassionate.

He'd bake you cookies and brownies and anything he can learn. In and out of your room all day while baking you treats. By the end of the day, you'd have piles of sweets waiting for you. He would hang out with you, holding you while you guys stuffed down all your sweets.

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kinktober day 2: humiliation

paring: osamu dazai x reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i'm not sure if i particularly like this but hope you all enjoy day two of kinktober and if you missed my first one check it out. this is my first time writing for dazai! this is not thoroughly proof-read ‧₊˚✩‧₊˚♡‧₊˚

warnings: humiliation, degradation, oral (male receiving), choking, fingering (female receiving), established relationship, smut, 18+ (let me know if i missed anything or made any mistakes)

Dazai was quite frankly entirely fed up of work by the time he was finished, more so than he usually is, filling out paperwork the whole day and he didn't have any distractions to do instead, so it was an understatement to say he was excited to get back home to see you. You were currently waiting patiently for your boyfriend Dazai to return home for the evening. It's not often he stays at work late so you decided to cook dinner for him for when he returns because he'll probably be tired.

While you were in the middle of cooking Dazai came home from work to see you poking your head around the hallway to check if he was okay while he was still taking off his shoes and coat. Dazai didn't look the best, he seemed worn out, and you could tell he was stressed so you turned the stove off and put the food on the side. You walked up to him wrapped your arms around him and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "How was your day?"

"It was okay Belladonna." Osamu replied.

He had a weak smile on his face and you didn't believe him for one second. "I cooked us dinner, you go sit at the table, I'll dish up." Dazai grabbed hold of your wrist and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Forget about dinner love, let's just go lay down for a bit," he whispered while brushing his hand up and down your waist. You thought about how your dinner would probably end up being cold but that was only a momentary thought, because all you could think about was Dazai and his hands all over you. He took your hand in his and pulled you into your shared bedroom.

"Take your clothes off for me belladona. Do it slowly. I want to see all of you." Sometimes you would challenge his requests but you wanted to make Osamu happy after work. He had his eyes on you intently, lustfully watching your every move. Afterwards you waited to hear his next request. He walked up towards you so close that your chest was brushing against his shirt, making you bite your lip to stop the moan. "Lay down on the bed on your back," he said while staring into your eyes.

"Okay," you said breathlessly. After all this time Dazai still makes you shy when he looks at you like that, like he wants to devour. You make your way to the bed as quickly as possible, completely flustered. Dazai makes his way on the bed, pushing your knees and holding your thighs open so you don't close them.

He smirks as he pushes two of fingers into you, straight after he's taking his fingers out. He holds his hands and laughs at you, "You're absolutely pathetic I haven't even touched you yet and you're already soaking." That just made you more aroused. You get what was in store for you tonight. Dazai was wound up from work and wanted to de-stress, he wanted to de-stress his favourite way, with you on your knees and him humiliating you until you cry and you was more than happy to fulfil your part. Dazai grabs onto your cheeks and stuck his fingers into your mouth. Immediately you sucked on his fingers and lapped your tongue around them. "You really are such a slut, I hadn't even told you could do that. Do you really want to get punished that badly?" He said coldly. All you could do was shake your head no but your eyes were glazed over and it just made Dazai laugh more.

Grabbing onto his shirt you tried to communicate what you wanted. "Tell me what you want belladonna," he softly whispered gazing down at you. His quick change always gave you whiplash. "Tell me what you want and I might just give it to you." He knows exactly what you want but he wants you to say and you always say what you want in the end, even if he has to coax it out of you because you're too shy to say it.

You pout and turn your head to the side, he just laughs again telling you to look at him or you'll regret it. You do what he wants and Dazai sees your eyes are watering, smirking he asks again "tell me what you want," this time in a authoritative tone.

"You've got too many clothes on," you try to grab onto his shirt again but he just pushes your hands.

"What in the world makes you think that you deserve to see me without my clothes on. All you have shown me today is how pitiful you are. Prove to me that you deserve it." He says darkly.

"What do you want-." Your voice gets cut of off as Dazai grabs a hold of your hair and holds you towards him, switching your position on the bed, and shoving your head down towards his crotch.

"You know what to do, right? Or are you that stupid that you can't figure it out on your own." All you can do it whimper and you start to get his trousers off and take his cock out. Dazai grabs hold of your throat. "Answer me, slut."

"I can do it, I can do it," you tried your best to reply. Dazai let go of your throat and told you to get to work. You took his cock out as quickly as you can, and started kissing along his shaft, giving kitten licks to his tip.

"Fucking hell can't you do anything right." Dazai suddenly wraps his hand around your hair and pushes your head, controlling your pace. All you can do is try to breath through your nose as he relentlessly shoves your head down. You can't stop gagging and it seems to be only turning him on more.

"Come on belladonna, look me in the eyes when you're choking on my cock." He pulls your head up quickly to see your face, you can only imagine what you look like, that is until Dazai tells you. "You're such a slut. Only a slut would have dribbled all over their chest." In all honesty he couldn't help but stare, with your eyes all red and tears still running down your face he thinks you look like a piece of art, a masterpiece, and you knew he thought that too, especially because as soon as he saw you, you heard him try to hold back a groan and his eyes looked back at you lovingly.

He throws you back so you're laying down again. Quickly taking his clothes off and moved above you, looking you in your eyes. Dazai finally kisses you, you knew that you had to wait until he kissed you and thank god he kissed you when he did because you just wanted your lips on his or you'd be punished. He was kissing your neck all the way down to your collarbone, his body was now completely against yours, your chest against his but this time he had his shirt off and it felt even more better than before, grazing against him. You were completely overwhelmed now, you were able to kiss him but you were also finally able to touch him and of course he did this on purpose.

As Dazai was kissing your neck you were focused on touching him, running your hands around his chest. The more Dazai was kissing you the more needy you got, whimpering and moaning. "Fuck, you really are that desperate for me aren't you belladonna," he said condescendingly. All you could do was moan again, the pit in your stomach only growing more and more.

His hands went lower and lower until he reached your pussy. Dazai gave you no warning as he started fingering you at an unforgiving pace, "you're so wet I just slip right in, I bet you don't even need prep and you can take my cock straight away. You're making such a mess on the bed sheets I can't believe we'll have to sleep on this after. I might just make you lick it up so it will be clean."

Your eyes were completely glazed over and you were so close to finishing, Dazai kept you right there, not giving you quite enough to reach climax. "Beg." He said darkly, he could read you like a book and all you could do was try your best to follow his command but all that came out was a jumbled mess, panting and blabbering. Dazai heard you moan out cum and decided to let you, it came crashing down on you all at once. You had absolutely no time to recover, as soon as Dazai helped you ride out your orgasm he slammed into you and groaned into your neck. Your food was definitely going to be cold tonight.

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Three Months - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Fem!Reader Chapter 01: Quadriller

Prologue | Chapter 01: Quadriller | Chapter 02: Mince

Series Summery: Its been one year since The Bear's soft open, and with everything running smoothly, Carmen's lost in his thoughts, until the final table of the night is seated.

Warnings: angst | fluff | ghosting mention | mentions of suicide | language | mental health | pining | unrequited love????? | substances (alc & weed) | overdose | yelling | grief | descriptions of panic attacks | eventual smut | new writer trying to write good

Chapter Summery: Carmen arrives in New York, happy to get away from the disaster of one Berzatto Family Christmas. You and carmen however both seem to be too nervous to talk to each other…for now. 

Quadriller (v.) to make criss-cross lines on the surface of food, as part of food presentation

Word Count: 2,821

My Notes bb: I’m sorry its so late tonight but I kept going down rabbit holes on information about actual food journalism and I also noticed I have a habit of explaining a lot and putting in random details that I think are important or cool but again this is my first Fanfiction I'm actually sharing so feedback is welcome. I will tell you now that nothing much happens this chapter save for reader and Carmy being introduced, but I do have a plan on that front its just again I'm overthinking stuff lol. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

2019 (January) 

Carmen:

It was peaceful in the kitchen as Donna cooked over the stove, flipping pancakes and frying bacon as she smoked. Carmen, Natalie, and Mikey were sitting at the table as they all joked and talked about something or another. Donna placed the food on the table and they all dug in, each getting a small stack of pancakes and some bacon. Carmen was looking up at Mikey as he poured the syrup, laughing at whatever he was saying. 

As he looked down he was confused, written in syrup, “Fuck You Carmen” was on top of the pancakes. 

Carmen looked up feeling panicked, only to see the fork stuck atop the plate of cannoli. He looked around to see the far end of the table flipped over and a car that had crashed through the front room. Mikey was yelling at his mom and a horn was blaring, not loud enough to cover the infinite sounds of a million timers going off behind him, along with a smoke alarm. When he turned around to make them stop all he saw was black billowing smoke coming from the kitchen. 

Carmen jumped back to reality as the stewardess lightly shook him. Almost as soon as the plane lifted off the tarmac at Chicago O’Hare International Airport he was out like a light. He spent every second sense Christmas Eve beyond stressed and anxious. He was thankful Michelle and Stevie had agreed to let him come stay with them in New York after the new year. 

He hoped they hadn't changed their mind as he crossed into the baggage claim area, only to be greeted by Michelle and Stevie, who was holding a sign saying “BEAR-zatto” with a poorly done drawing of what Carmen thinks is a bear. He chuckled at the gaudy neon pink and glittery sign, happy they went so far as to let him come, let alone pick him up and make a sign.

“Oh there he is, Carmen!” Michelle called, waving him over after finally seeing him. “We were starting to think you bailed on us. How are you? How was your flight? Everything go okay?” She asked, now hugging him before pulling back to look at his face.

“Good, yea, fine, the flight was-the flight was good I slept through most of it,” Carmen said, still hazy with sleep as he rubbed the side of his face. 

“Glad to hear it! Beats our flight back. It felt like it was just crying babies and turbulence; couldn't sleep once,” Stevie chimed in, pulling Carm into an awkward side hug thanks to the just-barely-too-big-to-be-comfortable sign and Carmen’s duffle bag and backpack. An affirmative ‘hm’ was all Carmen could manage, unsure how to respond. Lucky for him, Michelle loves to talk and knew how to keep the conversation going.

“So which of these bags is yours?” she asked as the carousel began spinning and (somewhat violently) ejecting bags. “And how do you like your sign? Stevie’s friend made it; she's kinda like his family's Richie but a bit more-”

“Normal?” Stevie finished. 

“Exactly, yea, she thinks of that type of shit a lot,” Michelle continued. “She thought it would be a cute thing I guess, said something about how helpful it would be to find us sense we’d stick out and more welcoming than that one.” She gestured in the direction Carmy came from, where he passed a sign with standard corporate text that read ‘WELCOME TO NEW YORK’ and a flat drawing of the city. 

Carm was only half listening as Michelle raved on about how the girl did cutesy homemade things all the time and began to ponder why with Stevie, the two knowing the chatter didn’t really interest Carmy as more than background noise. He was on the lookout for his bag which held his prized knifes and chefs whites, just about everything else fit in his beat up duffle and backpack. He would have preferred to keep them with him at all times in an airport just to know they didn't get ruined or damaged in anyway during their transport. But he could also understand why the TSA would say to not bring knifes on a crowded, compact tube that floats in the sky. As soon as he spotted the black metallic cased bag carmen stepped and forward and grabbed it, checking the lock on the side as he stood next to his cousin. 

“Jesus Carmen what do you have in there, fucking launch codes?” Michelle asked, seeing the overprotective suitcase. 

“My knifes,” was all Carmen mumbled in response hoping it would do. Michelle just shook her head while Stevie nodded, both in disbelief at how weird he was about his tools.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Michelle began, turning to lead the trio out to their car. “She's nice, and she's making us dinner tonight so don't be a dick. She's not a chef but god damn does she make a good baked chicken parm.”

You: 

Waking up already today felt nervous. You only had work and dinner with Stevie and Michelle and whoever-the-fuck that you couldn’t remember the name of right now but the thought of work was mixing with it. Having to meet new people was one thing that you saw as dreadful and anxiety inducing; who else could you need to talk to outside of work besides Stevie and Michelle? And having to schedule and deal with interviews with busy high end chefs was another thing. A thing where the problem mostly came when you tried to get things explained in simpler terms than the hoity-toity French or Italian words they chose. Sure you knew what quadriller was but not everyone knew what it meant. 

You could understand where they were coming from though in some cases. Mainly the Michelin star worthy ones who put so much pressure on themselves and the chefs under them to deliver perfection for an expensive dish made with the best ingredients. From what you could tell they mainly did it for the people that truly and deeply loved and enjoyed food and would save up to eat at such high end restaurants. It all led to them feeling drained at the end of the day, when the last thing they wanted to do was to explain something they knew so well they’d forgotten it was a name for something. 

Luckily today all you had to do was schedule and write a few more paragraphs on your Top Food Trends of 2018 article for your editor to see. You were still working on it and it needed a better name but that wasn't a priority right now, it was mainly getting the bulk of it done and written in words that were more than bullet points and shortened words. And you got off early enough that you had time to run home and hop through the shower before headed to the grocery store on your way to Stevie and Michelle’s. It was the first meal for the new year of your bi-weekly dinners and you knew they probably didn't have much to cook with sense getting back from their Chicago Christmas Trip. Normally Michelle would have stories about someone named Donna doing something crazy and while it was a little funny, when you gave it a seconds thought it made you sad for her family and her that she ended up the way she did. It was something you gotten drunk and emotional talking about with her and she could see your point but that's as much as you could remember of that conversation, besides asking her what the fuck seven fishes had to do with Christmas. 

You picked up all the ingredients you would need for chicken parmesan, garlic bread and a tub of gelato, Michelle always had some wine that would go perfectly with whatever pasta so you didn't worry about that. Hopefully the sign you made had gotten Michelle’s cousin’s attention and gotten them out of the airport in a timely manner before traffic hit so you could get a start on dinner as soon as you got there. They had given you a key a year ago so you could get in and start on dinner on days when they were running late, which was often, but you didn't mind as long as you got your fill on non-work related human interaction for the next two weeks. 

As you brought in your load of groceries, you saw you were right as far as the low-stocked kitchen. You connected to their bluetooth speakers and started a podcast you'd been meaning to catch up on and got to work. You'd comment on some parts to yourself and got lost in thought on the topic they were discussing and in no time you were putting almost everything in the oven, the bread could wait until 8 minuets before so it was al ready at the same time and the gelato was already in the freezer. 

It all seemed perfectly timed as your podcast ended and you were about to start another episode as you heard the front door open.

“God it smells so good!” you could hear Michelle call from the front door. You heard Stevie talking to someone and the sound of suitcase wheels and baggage moving through the front door. Michelle rounded the corner still in her coat and pulled you into a hug. “How are you? How was your week?”

“Fine, not a lot happening in the office so…” you trailed off as you hugged her back. “Got off early enough to shower before I got here.” She pulled back, finally taking off her coat as she headed towards the wine cabinet and Stevie rounded the corner with a beat up duffle bag slung over his shoulder and the neon pink sign you made. 

“Hey,” he greeted happily, followed by your name and as best a wave he could manage with a heavy duffle bag on him. “Let me put these down in the guest room and we’ll come actually say hi.” He jet pass the kitchen eager to get the bag off his shoulder and get his coat off and was quickly followed by the third person you still couldn't remember the name of. Cameron? Cory? Conner? Either way he gave you a vague nod of acknowledgement as he rushed pass you seemingly faster than Stevie. He had on a thick wool coat and a baseball cap, but besides that you didn't get a good look at him.

“So should we do the chianti or the pinot noir?” Michelle asked using her mocking tone on the fancy words, bringing your attention back to her as she held up the two bottles. 

“Chianti,” you chose. “I like the label more, its prettier.”

“That's one way to choose wine.” she said. She came back over to your side and pulled out the bottle opener as you grabbed the glasses. “Also I'm apologizing now if Carmen’s an asshole about dinner but it runs in the family.”

“Its cool, can’t be worse than Stephen…or you.”

“Oh fuck off,” she said with a smile, pouring the wine. “Who was he again?”

“The guy who wanted to be a ‘chef’ and narrated the whole time I made dinner and couldn't tell me what was wrong with the food besides ‘you just didn't do it right’,” you mocked his dumb voice as you remembered the date. “I mean I know I’m no Gordon Ramsey but I know what I’m doing in general.”

“Right that guy, Jesus your taste in people sucks,” she smiled as she slid the glass to you. 

“Yea yea,” you said, taking a sip of your wine as you looked at the timer on the oven and went to put the bread in the oven. “I’d rather have actual input from someone than that shit though.”

“What shit?” Stevie asked walking back into the kitchen, finally relieved of the duffle.

“Vague shit,” Michelle said, vaguely. 

“The best kind of shit,” Stevie pulled you into a hug as he finally said a proper hello to you. He turned some to the guy who entered earlier, Carmen you now knew. “This is Carmen, he's a chef, the one I was telling you about with the Noma and stuff.”

“Right, yea, hi,” you greeted, introducing yourself even though Stevie just did it for you, you'd cringe about it later. This is why you don't like meeting new people.

“Hi, your-your the journalist right?” Carmen stuck his hand out to shake yours, and now that he was right in front of you you got a good look at him. Crystalline blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was all mess and curls, he looked tired and anxious. Even his clothing said so; a long sleeve white shirt pushed up to his elbows and jeans both of which seemed rumpled from the flight. You did take note of his tattoos, a snail on his forearm, and a Pyrex measuring cup with the world on the other, you saw on the hand shaking yours the SOU on his fingers.

“Yea food and stuff,” you said, bringing your attention back to his face. All around he was handsome but you could sense the same nerves you had on him. It was a relief when Stevie came back from putting his coat away asking how your Christmas was, saving you both from an awkward conversation. 

“Not bad,” you responded. “My parents went to Arkansas for family or whatever and said their sending me some stuff and I got to buy myself a nice dress and no one bothered me over the holiday, an all round a success in my book.”

Just then the oven went off, and you took up Carmen's mumbled offer to get the heavier pan with the chicken and pasta while you grabbed the bread and plates, deciding to come back for the utensils and cheese. Michelle took charge of hers and Carmen's glasses sitting them across from each other as Stevie took his own and the bottle. You had to admit, it felt nice with everyone helping. You came back to the table before realizing you left you own glass, and that you would be sitting next to Carmen and would definitely need it to talk to the stranger. 

Finally returning and looking to the table before sitting down you did one last check that everything was there; napkins, plates, forks all checked. The other three were already digging in as Michelle whispered something to carmen that sounded a lot like ‘don't be a dick’. You took one last second and turned on a relaxing playlist for the meal on a low volume and sat down.

“So,” you started. “How was your guys’s Christmas?”

“Shitty.”

“Awful.” 

Stevie just frowned and shook his head in response as the other two responded in unison.

“That bad, huh?” you asked, finally serving yourself. Michelle avoided by chugging her wine and Carmen did the same by stuffing his mouth. 

“I think its better if we don't talk about it,” Stevie said breaking the silence.

The rest of the meal passed well enough though and everyone seemed to like the gelato with the meal. Carmen didn't talk much, too stuck in his own head thinking about how he had to start looking for a job ASAP. What didn't help were the thoughts of how pretty you looked when he walked in, and especially now that he was closer seated next to you. Your hair and dress styled perfectly with some better suited shoes for the slippery winter weather outside. He quickly talked himself out of pursuing anything with you though, having the small bit of sense to not bring you into his fucked up personal life full of anxiety and stress and pepto. He didn't even know what to say to you now. How would he know what to say on a date? He knew you knew something about food but wasn't sure what exactly it was you knew. What if it was just something to pay the bills and you didn't actually like being a journalist on food? There were too many unknowns for him to be comfortable with anything other than small agreements and answers that were as short as possible whenever he was asked something, and he noticed you doing the same thing. 

You did your best to not be awkward with Carmen but you both had a wall put up to keep the newcomer out. If it weren't for Stevie and Michelle talking about their plane rides and new years eve stories your pretty sure it would be silent between the two of you. They tried to get you both involved but it was clear enough that wasn't going to happen… not tonight at least.

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hold my hand through it

you're feeling overwhelmed, so you and steve go on a drive | 1.5k, fem!reader, fluff, life is hard and i am sad and if you feel that way too i hope this helps < 3

Sometimes life is just a little too much. You woke up this morning feeling it -- the weight of the day before it had even happened, your mood sour from the moment you opened your eyes. It just happens sometimes, you know that, and there isn't much you can do. But it made you irritable and you argued with your coworker today and cried in the bathroom about it after because you felt bad for taking out your emotions on her and ever since then you've just been looking forward to coming home and sulking.

But when you finally get there and see Steve's car in the drive, your stomach twists. You want to see him, you always do, but you're worried you'll just be grumpy to him, too, and while you know he'll understand, you can't help but think that maybe this is the time your melancholy drives him away. But you sigh and head inside. You can hear Steve in the kitchen, radio on, singing softly. It cracks your frostiness a little, the corner of your mouth curling as you toss your things by the door and take off your shoes.

"Baby, that you?" he calls and you hear the radio turn off. You don't reply but make your way into the kitchen, ducking around the fridge to find him making...something. "Kiss for the cook?" His gaze travels over you before you give him a quick kiss, and his brows are furrowed when you pull away, like he's caught on to your mood. But he doesn't say anything, knowing that you'll tell him when you're ready.

"What's happening here?" you ask, hopping onto the kitchen island as he turns back to the stove.

"I'm making some fucking...pasta...thing I found in one of my mom's cookbooks because we had all the stuff, but honestly I don't know how it's going to go." He keeps talking, waving his hands around as he dumps things into the pot, explaining how he has no idea what "blanch" means and that the pasta was expired, which he didn't even know could happen, and you sort of zone out listening to him talk. The irritation you were worried about isn't present, and you don't find his voice annoying, but you feel heavy, like you want to cry but can't muster the energy.

"Hey, you alive over there?" Steve says. You come back to yourself to find him standing in front of you, hands running up and down your thighs.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Sorry. Did you ask me a question?" Steve studies your face for a second, dark eyes scanning your features like he's searching for something.

"I asked if you wanted to watch a movie, but don't worry about it." He moves his hands from your knees to lace his fingers with yours. "You okay, pretty girl?"

You drop your head forward to thunk on his chest. Not that long ago you would maybe had avoided the truth, made something up, and retreated to your bedroom alone. But you are in the habit of being honest with Steve because he has always made you feel safe. You know that he can't read your mind -- and you can't read his -- and being open with each other has served you well. It lets you love each other better.

"Ugh," you groan. "Not really." His thumbs stroke the backs of your hands as he waits for you to continue, humming a little at your admission. You feel the sound on your forehead. "Just stressed and overwhelmed and it turned into just being sad. Been feeling blah all day."

"Okay. Any reason? Anything I can do to help?" One hand comes to your chin to gently pull your face up so he can look at you. You shake your head.

"Nah. Just happening." That's the worst part, you think. That you have no explanation for feeling this down, no problem to tackle to make it better. It makes you feel selfish, makes you feel broken, though you know that's not true.

"That's fine, baby, you know that. Don't need a reason to feel things. You can just feel them," Steve chides, like he can hear your spiral of negative thoughts. He gently lets you go and turns back to the stove, switching off the burner.

"You can say no," he says, "but what about a drive? We can just roam around, listen to the radio or talk or sit in silence. This is a lost cause, anyway." He wrinkles his nose at the cooling pot before turning to you, shrugging.

"That...sounds great, Stevie." He beams and you smile weakly back.

"Yeah? Let's go then, c'mon." He holds out a hand as you hop off the counter, barely letting you slip into your shoes before he corrals you out the door and to his car.

As soon as he starts driving you put your feet on the dash -- only you're allowed to do that -- and roll your window all the way down. You leave the radio off and stare out at the familiar streets, at the sky as it starts to turn pink and orange, letting the fresh air flow into your lungs. Every breath seems to relax you, and while you still feel that pit in your stomach, it shrinks and you start to feel a little like yourself again.

Steve's driving you all around, taking random turns but trying to keep on side roads with less traffic. You know that he's waiting for you to break the silence, if you want to, to reach for him though his hands itch to hold yours. After a while, you pull your legs down and grab one of his hands off the steering wheel, bringing it to your thigh and holding it there. He gives you a squeeze, mouth quirking up but his eyes on the road. You take the opportunity to just look at him.

He starts to flush the longer you stare, studying his profile. Hair a little longer than his usual curling under his ears, some fringe hanging over his forehead. His thick brows and long lashes, the swoop of his nose and the plush of his lips you love kissing. His angular jawline, the moles on his neck you've traced with your fingers and your tongue. You know every inch of Steve, and he every inch of you.

"What're you lookin at?" he grumbles. "Do I have dirt on my face or something?"

"Just lookin,'" you say. "You're pretty." The flush on his neck gets darker but he smiles at the genuine joy in your voice.

"No fair!" he cries. "I gotta look at the road while you're sitting there so pretty it should be illegal."

"Life isn't fair, Stevie." You mean it as a joke, but it comes out a little more serious than you intended.

"No," Steve says, squeezing your thigh again. "That's true. But it's not all bad, right?" He glances over at you for a few seconds, his expression soft. You know Steve doesn't mind your moods. He is patient with you through them, but you know he gets a little worried and always wants to help you get to the other side.

"No, it's not." You smile a little at him as you say it. "Thank you, Steve."

"What for, baby?" You gesture with your free hand at him, the car, the world going by outside the windows.

"All of it. For getting out me of my head." For being you, you think.

"It's a pretty head, don't get me wrong." Steve sighs, and brings the car to a stop. You look around, only just registering that you're in a nearby neighborhood at a stop sign. He shifts in his seat and turns to you, bringing the hand on your leg up to cup your cheek. The golden hour light makes him look so beautiful your breath hitches.

"I just want you to know that I love you and I'm here for you, yeah? For every mood, every bad day, all of it." Steve keeps his voice soft, but you know he means every word, needs you to hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, this one caused by your sweet boy.

"I know," you breathe out. "I love you, Stevie. So much." His eyes crinkle at the corners as he moves his face closer to yours. "So much," you say again right before he brings his lips to yours. Steve kisses you slowly, sweetly, as tenderly as he's ever done. You reach out to grab his bicep, wanting him as close as you can get with the gear shift between you.

And then a car honks. Steve, for his part, doesn't startle as much as look annoyed.

"Jesus! Alright, alright, can't you see I'm doing something important?" he says, maybe a little loudly for the stillness of the evening. He gives you one last peck before sticking his arm out the window and waving the car behind you around him. He gives the middle-aged driver, probably a dad, a mock salute that makes you dissolve into giggles.

"So," he begins, putting the car back into drive. "We need to find dinner somewhere."

"Pizza?" you suggest. Steve grabs your hand and gives your palm a kiss before setting it on his thigh his time, his warm fingers lacing with yours.

"You're a genius, babe," he grins. "Just what I was thinking."

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[just-callmeanna]

Safe Space- Chris Evansxfemlistener Fic

Safe Space- Chris EvansxfemReader Fic/Fluff-comfort

Summary: you had an awful day but Chris is always there to keep you safe and warm.

It had been a long day, you had a lot to do, little time, stress and anxiety, which didn't help much to say the least. Specifically today was one of those days when you felt like you were too overwhelmed by your own thoughts and felt down without knowing why; as if your emotional stability was an unpredictable and violent roller coaster. When you finally got home and let go of all the weight you were carrying, you headed to the kitchen to find Chris preparing some dinner while dancing to the rhythm of “uptown girl”. You saw him standing there and couldn't help but run up to him and hug him from behind, hooking your hands over his chest.

“Hey, hi my love, how are you, how was your day...?”-He asked while paying attention to the mix of vegetables he was chopping, pretty much focused on what he was doing, as you tried to find a coherent answer a lump formed in your throat and in spite of parting your lips to pronounce any word, nothing came out and at the moment he noticed you didn´t answered he turned in your direction, pretty much worried by now... -”hey...Are you ok honey?” - he pronounced with his gentle and kind tone. Again, you tried to part your lips to answer, but in a matter of seconds your voice broke completely and suddenly started to cry, feeling the urge to sink in his embrace, sticking your cheek to his back so he wouldn't see you sob- “Hey, hey, what happened honey, don't you feel good?” -. Suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against his chest knowing that you needed to get everything off your chest first so the both of you could talk more calmed. He held you securely in his arms as he gently caressed the skin of your face with his fingertips and brushed the tears from your eyes and made you feel better. - “Shh, everything is okay sweetheart, breathe”. A few more minutes passed like that until your breathing finally regulated a little.

- Well, now that you are that you can breathe properly, tell me, you´re okay now or maybe you need to sit down and talk about what happened, maybe a couple of cuddles or better have dinner and talk about it later... just tell me how you need my support now love?  - he pronounced as he gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face and gently nudged your cheek with his nose in a playful way that only he knows you pretty much love. -Could you hold me... please- you uttered softly with some regret. Immediately and without another word he pulled you aside for a moment, turned off the stove and immediately carried you in his arms as if you just weighed as much as a bunch of grapes and took the both of you to  the bedroom you shared finally,. He putted you very gently under the blankets and then layed down beside you and pulled you closer to his chest if it was humanly possible. .

-I love you..." with his fingers under your chin he pushed lightly to make you lift your gaze to meet his. -You are my special girl, my princess, the woman of my dreams, the owner of my breath and my every thought. You are the one who gives meaning to my life... and I hope I can be the one who makes you feel safe and loved you as much as you deserve- He left a couple of kisses on my nose and cheeks interrupting the path of my tears. - My priority is to make you feel loved, desired, protected, listened to, reassured.

you snuggle more into his chest if it is still possible; in his arms you felt so small, but at the same time safe. With more security I separate yourself a little from the space between his chest and make a light traverse pressing small kisses from his neck to his lips -You are all I need, you´re my home-.

Closing your eyes again you snuggled back into his arms releasing in a sigh the weight you felt on your chest. you felt him shift a little and let go of the blanket covering me up to your neck. -I'm going to bring dinner and after we eat we can watch any movie you want. - And after a short kiss on the forehead he left the room. This man is definitely the best thing in your life.

When he came back, he left a small table with a hot plate of pasta and a small glass of wine. You two ate dinner in silence, placidly while "Dirty Dancing" was playing on the TV. the both of you finished eating and layed down together with the intention of finishing the movie, but who were you kidding; both fell asleep too soon to even see the end, but to be honest, it's impossible to beat sleep in those conditions: being in the arms of the one you love, the warmth of the blankets, a full stomach and the feeling that you were perfectly alright in his embrace.

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Hi sweets ;),I hope you´re having a great weak and I really hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote too. Again I´m opened to comissions or ideas you have. Love you all. xoxo

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[soraviie]

one of the best pictures of Jimin...but all pictures of Jimin are the best ones T-T

The second you plop down the quite fascinatingly uncomfortable office chair, you check on the messages, almost like an instinct.

Jiminie: I have to go to sleep already, love :( But good morning and only 13 days to go!

Jiminie: Whole 13 days....

Jiminie: The taste of my tears is exquisite •᷄ɞ•᷅

Inadvertently, a peel of laughter rips out form you prompting curious, judgmental stares sent from all directions of the office. You pretend you don't see them. Just 13 days and you'll be back with Jimin...Glancing outside, you purse your lips at the rain tapping against the window. Coming home was great and all, not having to second guess every sentence about its proper grammatical structure but Jimin was Jimin and you'd given him your heart, receiving his one in return.

13 days, you sigh to yourself, you can do this.

Just before you lock the phone, you allow yourself the moment of weakness to admire your lockscreen. How clearly you remembered that night.

Hunching over the stove top cooking soup and crying your eyes out, wiping the snot away every once in a while. It'd been one of those days when you felt so isolated. Your humour, your experience, your viewpoint it fell so harshly against what people had here, you couldn't help but feel like all condemning eyes were on you, watching you with the same sentiment one would a cockroach fallen on the back. Suddenly you grasp with the very tips of the ears some very...graphic cursing. At first you dismiss it. Perhaps another alcoholic neighbour taking the stress out in the hallway but then you hear a distinctive pout in that still cursing voice and a shift into Busan dialect which you would only know because a certain someone had moaned your ears off with it - and yes, both sexual and non-sexual way.

"Fuck me, fuck these flowers, fuck this stupid paper," you hear on the other side of the door. "Cooperate will you?! Have some sense of shame?! How dare you go against me?! I'm a human and what are you -!"

"A dummy is what you are," you call out to him from the open door, startling Jimin so bad he flops on all four on the ground. The bouquet of roses lays pitifully on the ground, largely smashed. Only three are survivors. He quickly wraps them up in the white paper, coming to stand before you - concerned. As always.

Abruptly you recall that your eyes were indeed red and that there was in fact snot dripping down your nose, so you push the sleeves of the jumper up against your face, asking him to leave, you're too ugly today.

Yeah as if Jimin would ever accept that.

Long story short, you ended up arranging an engagement that night along with the addition of this photo. Your hazy eyes shift from the photo to the ring around your finger. Sniffling, you brush away the straying moisture away from your eyes, locking the phone.

13 days left. You both could do it.

Maybe.

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

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[cuddlepilefics]

SKZ Season Greetings - 3

First Snow

Considering how contagious this cold seemed to be if it could take out so many people in such a short time, Chan made sure the members all wore masks when they returned to check on their sick friends. He doubted the masks would actually keep them from falling ill but it was worth a try despite the congestion already having settled at the back of his sinuses. Minho too had been clearing his throat a lot during the last hour of their adjusted schedule, so Chan didn't have much hope for the group to stay healthy. There was simply no way their immune systems were in any shape to fight off infections with how overworked and rundown they all were. "I really hope Innie finally managed to get some sleep", Minho mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He had been the one to stay up with Jeongin for most of the previous night but no matter how tired he was, the image of their maknae crying because he just wanted to sleep but felt too awful to kept haunting him. Giving the dancer a reassuring smile, Chan hummed: "I'm sure him and Changbin are resting well. Don't worry too much." It was hard not to worry though and Chan wasn't as sure as he wanted the dancer to believe, yet there was nothing they could do but wait till they got home.

Making sure his mask was properly covering the lower half of his face, Minho unlocked the door to his dorm and let the members in. They had contemplated to split up the dorms differently to avoid contagion but the only two members who hadn't been overly exposed yet were Hyunjin and Felix, so they decided to just cross their fingers and hope for the best. At least, some of the stress eased when they found both Changbin and Jeongin asleep on the couch, so they took turns showering. Hyunjin and Jisung went back to their dorm to shower and promised they'd take a trip to the store to stock up on sick supplies in case their friends' cold would spread. Jisung had been incredibly quiet all day, which Chan wasn't too concerned about. Frequently having their schedule overthrown and rearranged at the last minute put all of them on edge, so it was no wonder that the rapper had started to withdraw. Minho had gone straight to the kitchen, smiling when he realized there was soup on the stove. He hoped their friends had actually eaten something but he doubted it since the pot was almost filled to the brim.

When Chan joined Minho in the kitchen, he found the dancer staring intently at a spot on the wall, clearing his throat. Minho was tightly gripping a glass of water as he tried to rid himself of the irritation in his throat. "You good?", Chan asked softly after Minho sipped some of the water. The dancer nodded, his voice slightly scratchy when he replied: "Yeah, dunno why my throat's so dry all of a sudden." – "Well, you spent a lot of time with Innie last night. Wouldn't be surprised if you were coming down with the same thing", Chan hummed, giving the other a long look to determine if he looked unwell at all. Shrugging, Minho reminded: "So did Seungmin in the late afternoon and you and Jisung spent a lot of time with Changbin. Are you feeling alright?" – "Honestly?", the leader whispered, avoiding his dongsaeng's eyes, "I don't know. My head and sinuses hurt and I feel pretty rundown. The latter could just be our busy schedules but.... It might all just be me imagining things because I know how likely it is that we caught it, so unless I start running a fever I will convince myself it's all just in my head." – "I get what you mean", Minho sighed, finishing the rest of his water, "Guess all of us will have to take it easy for the time being and try not to freak out too much."

To keep himself from freaking out and reading into the sensations within his body too much, Minho busied himself with making dinner. Cooking was a little like therapy to him and now that he had some time on his hands, it was easy to lose himself in the task. A hearty meal would surely cheer his anxious dongsaengs up, besides, their bodies could all use the nutrients to hopefully stay healthy. Felix had joined him at some point after taking a shower, not wanting to stay alone and grateful that his hyung allowed him to help. Seungmin had showered too at this point and was in his room, while Chan had set up his laptop at the dining table to get some more work done. Minho's head shot up when he heard a door being shut with more force than would've been necessary. Glancing towards the living room, he saw Jeongin alone and luckily still asleep. No sooner than the bathroom door was shut behind him, Changbin broke into a painful cough. Yeah, no wonder the maknae's ribs felt sore if he's been coughing like this all night.

"I'll go check on him", Chan sighed worriedly, fetching the rapper a glass of water before making his way to the bathroom. The leader's heart ached when he saw the tears in his friend's eyes. Setting down the glass on the sink, Chan patted Changbin's back and hummed: "That doesn't sound good." – "Innie's worse", the younger choked out, wiping his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He gratefully accepted a drink and after clearing his throat a few times, he was able to stop coughing. "How have you been? Did you read my text?", Chan asked quietly as he took a seat on the edge of the tub. Washing his hands, Changbin splashed some cold water on his fever-flushed face before taking a seat on the closed toilet lid. Holding his head in his hands, the rapper admitted: "Didn't know you texted me. Slept for most of the day after we turned on a movie. The coughing only really started now and I finally get what Innie meant when he told me his ribs ached. Gosh, that was exhausting."

After Chan had updated Changbin on their situation, he walked the rapper back to the living room, smiling when Jeongin woke up for a moment and reached out his arms. Slipping under the blanket, Changbin pulled the maknae into a hug and looked at Chan expectantly when the oldest felt their dongsaeng's forehead. Chan's grimace was enough for Changbin to know that Jeongin was still incredibly feverish and the blankets probably weren't helping with that but he had been so cold earlier.

Felix and Seungmin had already started to lay the table, while Minho finished up preparing dinner, glancing at the clock. A smile spread on his lips when the front door opened and Hyunjin and Jisung shuffled into the dorm. Kicking off their shoes, they shook the snow out of their hair before setting their shopping bags down. "Woah, it's snowing?!", Felix gasped, dashing over to the window to take a look outside. Blowing into his frozen hands to warm them up, Jisung smiled: "Yeah, it just started while we were on our way back. Got cold quickly after the sun went down." – "Go wash your hands, so we can get a hot meal into you", Minho instructed as he saw his dongsaengs shiver, "We can unpack those bags later."

Jeongin had woken up from the commotion and sleepily sat up, rubbing his face into the blanket. "Hey there", Changbin whispered, tightening his arms around the maknae, "You feeling a little better after your nap?" The younger only shrugged, looking around the dorm and realizing their friends were back. While Minho went to check on Jeongin, Chan and Seungmin plated the food and already started to serve it. That was also when Chan realized that they wouldn't have had to put on masks because they'd have to remove them for their meal anyway. Suppressing a sigh, Chan accepted that there wasn't much they could do and that he'd only be able to deny the increasing headache for so long.

Though Changbin and Jeongin loved Minho's cooking, they decided to have some of the soup Changbin had made earlier as their throats felt too swollen to swallow anything solid. At that point, Jisung softly spoke up, awkwardly requesting: "Could I have some of that soup too?" – "Are you okay, Hannie?", Minho frowned worriedly as the younger stared down at his hands. Not daring to look up, the rapper nodded and whispered: "My throat's just been a little irritated all day and I'm not really hungry anyway, so...." – "Hang on", Chan frowned as he got up to grab the other a bowl, "Is that why you've been so quiet today?" – "Yeah, talking hurts a bit, so I tried to keep it down", Jisung mumbled, picking at his nails. Placing a bowl of soup in front of the rapper, Chan smiled sadly: "You could've told us you weren't feeling well, you know." – "I thought my mind was making it up and it wasn't too bad", the younger breathed, "It only really started to hurt when I breathed the cold air on our way back." Gently, ruffling Jisung's hair, Chan went back to his seat and instructed. "Go to bed early, yeah? It'll be a quiet evening anyway, so try resting before you start feeling worse."

Changbin had taken Jisung along to watch a movie with him and Jeongin after they had confirmed that he was running a fever too. When the others had cleared the table, Minho caught Chan swallowing a pill and raised his eyebrow at the leader. "The headache's only getting worse", the oldest admitted, finishing the rest of his drink. Biting his lip, Minho hummed: "You said unless you develop a fever you'll convince yourself it's nothing. I think now would be a good time to take your temperature because I don't like that glassy look in your eyes. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you caught it too. You don't look good." He didn't want to remind the Aussie that he probably had the worst immune system out of all of them from how much he often overworked himself and he didn't have to. Closing his eyes, Chan rested his forehead against the kitchen cabinet and sighed: "I guess. What about you? Your voice sounds hoarse." – "Throat's a little irritated but that's about it for now", Minho shrugged, giving his only hyung a crooked smile, "Go take your temperature and get some rest. We'll be fine. Even if all of us catch it, which is not all that unlikely, we'll be fine. Don't think too much." The older nodded before composing himself to go and take his temperature.

As Chan stared at the reading on the thermometer, there was no denying it any longer. Hyunjin and Felix were unloading the shopping bags onto the dining table when the leader returned, a frown etched on his face. "What's wrong, hyung? You look frustrated", Hyunjin asked with a small pout. Biting his lip, Chan sighed. "I am frustrated. Frustrated because I'm sick." – "Aww, no", Felix hummed sympathetically, "Maybe you wanna go join the rest of our sickies. I think they're about to start a movie and you usually like Disney movies." The leader visibly perked up at that and padded over to the living room. Having overheard their conversation, Jisung already poured his hyung a cup of tea and patted the spot next to him, ready to share his blanket with the older.

Hyunjin just finished up restocking the medicine cabinet in the bathroom when Seungmin joined him, a bundle of laundry under his arm. He had gathered Jeongin's sweaty bedsheets and started a wash load while Minho put fresh sheets on Jeongin's bed. The dancer also used the opportunity to slip into his own room and change his clothes. He had started to feel a little cold, especially after watching half of the group cuddle up together under multiple blankets. Glancing out the window and watching the tiny snowflakes drift to the ground, Minho decided it was time to wear his Christmas sweater. Despite their circumstances, he smiled a little as he made his way back to the common area.

Hyunjin and Felix had put everything away and were discussing Christmas decorations when Minho joined them in the kitchen. Stirring a large pot of hot chocolate, Felix turned to the older and asked: "If we'll all be out off work, which doesn't seem so unlikely with how many are sick already, do you think we could decorate the dorm this year, hyung? We've been too busy last year but I'd love the holiday aesthetic. If it bothers anyone, I can limit decorations to only my room but I think it'd be a lot more fun if we did the whole dorm." – "I don't mind if you want to decorate the rest of the dorm too", Minho shrugged pulling up a chair, so he could sit down while he watched his dongsaengs. "Neither do I", Seungmin piped in, returning from the bathroom, "And I highly doubt Innie does. If he wasn't feeling so bad, he'd probably insist on helping you decorate." – "Maybe wait till tomorrow though", Minho hummed and pulled his legs up to his chest, his voice a little scratchy, "I think Jisung's already asleep and it won't take long till Chan's out too, so we should let them sleep and I think decorating is more fun if you listen to the right music." Felix could only agree, thinking back to the Christmas playlist he had compiled over the past few weeks.

With Hyunjin's help, the Aussie started to transfer the hot chocolate into cups. Hyunjin walked off to bring Chan, Changbin and Jeongin theirs so their leader wouldn't miss out due to being asleep like Jisung. Minho gratefully wrapped his hands around the warm cup when Felix handed it to him, the warmth making him sleepy in his seat. He really wanted to join his friends for some cuddles and he doubted he had anything to lose because he already felt like he was coming down with something but as long as he wasn't confirmed sick, he should be a good role model and not 'risk it' on purpose. Thanking Felix for the drink, Minho retreated to his room to huddle under his blanket, ready to go to sleep as soon as his cup was empty. Seungmin too headed to his own room and settled into bed early, telling his friends goodnight. Realizing that almost everyone was asleep or seconds away from falling asleep, Felix pulled Hyunjin along to his room and th pair got comfortable on the Aussie's bed. While they sipped their hot chocolate, they discussed how they'd decorate the dorm in the morning before dozing off in each other's embrace.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #stray kids #sick #skz #snz

[kit-the-gaygent]

Obey me Brothers with an Mc who lived in an emotional abusive house hold

A/N: Mc is gn, uses they/them pronouns

Trigger Warning - mentions of emotional abuse/parents, Lucifer being a tired dad, blood, and crying

From what the brothers could see when Mc first arrived, they were pretty normal. Quiet, respectful, kind, and hard working. They pushed themselves to do the best they could, never got below a 'B' on any assignments, and always made sure their room was always clean and put together.

Mc was always friendly to the younger brothers, but seemed to be wary of Lucifer. While they were polite to the eldest, they were also very closed off. Whenever they had to speak to him it was usually in a manner that was short and to the point, seemingly as if they were just trying to get the dialog done and over with as soon as possible.

Lucifer and the others just figured it was because he looked stern (and mostly was stern), and his name was often used to frighten humans.

However they kept the same polite and quiet talking behavior with Siemon, and Diaviolo. While Diaviolo was the prince, Siemon was a literal angels, humans loved angels, right?

Mc was also unresponsive to any questions about their home. Any questions about their family, friends, schooling, past hobbies went unanswered.

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It was a quiet day at the HoL the brothers were minding their business, for the most part, Levi was chasing Mammon down for his money back.

That was until the sound of glass breaking came from the kitchen, followed by the potent smell of human blood.

The brothers rushed to the kitchen to find Mc quickly trying to clean up a shattered glass mixing bowl as they cried, begging themselves to clean faster. The brothers could see a stream of blood dripped from a cut in Mc's hand.

"Human!" Mammon spoke up, the group had been trying to get their attention for the past few minutes.

Mc's head darted up meet six of seven eyes in the house. Their breathing became more erratic as they tried to clean faster.

"Mc, darling, are you alright?" Asmo asked worried.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I broke your bowl I was trying to make dinner but I tripped over my feet while I was moving the mixing bowl, please don't tell Lucifer!" Mc explained before begging the six younger brothers.

"We're not mad at you Mc? Why are you so stressed over a bowl?" Mammon asked as Satan and Beel went to go get a broom and bring the trash can over.

"but I bro-" Mc started.

"what's with all the commotion? I'm trying to finish up a stack of paper work." Lucifer's annoyed voice spoke up, causing Mc to freeze in place.

"oh Mc, what happened here?" Luci simply asked, and with that the flood gates opened and Mc began to sob, stumbling and sliding their words as they tried to explain to the avatar of Pride what had happened.

The brothers watched in confusion and dismay. Mc had never been one to break down so easily, or at least seemed to be that way. They were always so out together.

Lucifer sighed and took Mc's hand and pulled them up and away from the shards of glass.

"One of you please clean this up, were getting take out tonight." Lucifer calmly spoke as Mc stood beside him, their hand in his, crying as quietly as they could.

Lucifer led Mc to the music room, the place the two had most of their deep conversations.

"Now that you've calmed down some, could you please explain what happened?" Lucifer spoke.

"I was making dinner, as I was going to move the mixing bowl over to the stove so I could start pouring the batter into the skillet. But I tripped over my feet or something and I fell with the mixing bowl in my hands, and it hit the floor and broke." Mc explained as tears threaten to spill.

"And that has you upset because?" The old demon continued to try and get to the bottom of the exchange students emotional outburst.

"I broke your mixing bowl, I made a mess on the kitchen floor, I ruined dinner." Mc listed off their reasons. Lucifer sighed.

"Mc, you accidentally broke one of many mixing bowls, we have more and can buy more, you accidentally made a mess on the kitchen floor, which is easily cleaned up, you did not ruin dinner, we don't have to have home cooked food every night. Even if it was an accident, it's ok demons and human alike make much worse accidents on the daily. I'm sorry if you thought I would yell and berate you over a simple mistake." Lucifer explained.

"I'm sorry, my parents always got mad at me over any mistake I made, I'm just used to authority figures getting mad at me I guess..." Mc mumbled.

"oh Mc..." Lucifer sighed as he rubbed his temples, "is that why your son closed off, because of your parents?" The black haired demon sighed. Mc silently nodded.

"Mc, as long as you are in Devildome don't hesitate to come to me if anything like this comes up again. I'm here to help you while your here, not hinder or frighten you." Lucifer calmly state, "now let's get that band bandaged up and then go see what those hooligans ordered for dinner."

#obey me #Lucifer #Satan #Beelzebub #Mc #Luci is such a tired parent #please be careful when handling glasswear #and when you're cooking

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Another part to neighbour!jason? Is reader back from the sentencing yet?

Jason double-checked the clock and stirred the pot on the stove. If traffic cooperated, you'd be back any time. And he wanted you to not have to worry about dinner. Or be alone. Unless you wanted to be- but even then, he didn't want to be very far away.

When the door opened and he saw the duffel bag, thrown with more force than he thought you were capable of into the end of the sofa, and then the absolutely heart-wrenching sound of a shaking breath that sounded like a sob and a muffled scream, he felt sick.

"Come-ere, kid," he said softly, pulling you against his chest. "S'okay." He held you there for a second, cradling the back of your head and keeping pressure until you hugged him back. The weight of all the pain, and grief that hadn't hit until now. The stress. The anxiety. The guilt. All the things that had been pressing on you. Squatting in the center of your chest like a toad roiled to the surface.

He'd seen people break. He'd broken people. But it had never shaken him like this. Every ragged breath cut like a saw. Before now, he'd seen glimpses of it and seen how hard you tried to hide it. The way you divorced yourself from any emotion because one more is just too much. The way you hid behind a sweet smile and a quick joke.

"I'm here," he said softly. "I'm right here. You're okay, kid."

When your knees won't hold you, he just picks you up. Sitting you on his lap and rocking you gently. The dam is broken and there's no stopping the flood, so he doesn't try. All he can do is let you cry yourself out on his shoulder. "Will you be okay for a minute?" he asked, "Gonna go get some water. And make sure dinner's not burning."

"I'm sorry," you stutter, starting to get up.

"Hey," he said softly, "no. Don't be sorry, 'kay? I knew you were gonna be in for a hard couple days. Just wanted to make sure you didn't come home to a cold apartment and no food in your fridge." He shifted you over gently and knelt in front of you. Noting the trembling and the dark shadows under your eyes. You need food and you need sleep but he isn't sure you can do either thing.

He squeezed your hands in his, frowning at how cold they are and reaches up to brush hair out of your face. Out of the mess of tears and snot, "Gonna get a washcloth too, okay? Just sit tight for a second." And before you can protest, he's on his feet. Going to get the things he needed and starting the kettle. If you couldn't eat, at least some hot tea would warm your stomach up a little- and maybe help you sleep.

When he comes back to find you staring blankly into the middle distance, looking wrung out, he knelt again, carefully cleaning your face off. "There you are," he hummed, gratified when you focus just a little for him. "Tea-"

"Jay?" Your voice is small. So small and confused it stops him short.

"What's up, kid?"

"Please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere," he soothed, " 'Kay?" He cradled your face in his hand, smoothing his thumb across your cheek tenderly. "You're safe, baby. I'm gonna be right here." And when that seems to help, when you nod and lean into the touch, he exhales slowly.

If the conviction didn't stick, Jason would be more than happy to kill your brother himself- he might do it just to save you the pain of all the appeals. Anything so he never had to hear you cry like that again.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #neighbor!jason #ask answered #minors dni