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[saradika]

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[sixosix]

(OFFICIALLY) SWEPT OFF YOUR FEET

i. summary in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.

ii. warnings wc 1.5k, profanity, reader will be angry: couple fight scene but not really, alhaitham is kinda dumb here, but he loves you and you love him and that's all that matters, ending is kinda lame... ft. tighnari and cyno

iii. written for my big sibling @earthtooz hope u like this one earf ily

“Hey, Alhaitham?”

He hums noncommittally.

You nestle further in his arm that’s draped lazily over your shoulder, his other hand and his attention occupied by a book. He doesn’t respond again, but he does glance at you for a moment while you shift, adjusting his arm more comfortably.

“Tighnari sent me a letter the other day.”

“Hm.”

“And it was real sweet, you know. He sent over fruits and told me you have your share in my package. He didn’t want to send them to you because he said the fruits would have expired by the time you’d read the letter.” Alhaitham doesn’t deny it. “But I read something extremely strange in the letter that had me dropping the fruits out of pure shock.”

Alhaitham still doesn’t reply. But you know him well enough to know that he’s no longer reading—just keeping appearances.

“Did you read it?”

“...No.”

Obviously. “Ah, well. Let me quote it, as I feel the need to share it with you as well.” You sit up straight and push Alhaitham’s book away from his line of view. “He said, ‘For the insufferable, lovely couple. It’s been a while since you two have visited. How are you and Alhaitham doing? Write back soon.’ And then he taped a flower.”

Alhaitham’s mouth twitches into a half-smile. “You look miffed.”

You scowl. “Alhaitham, of course I’m miffed! Since when were we a lovely couple? And why are you not surprised? Were you the one to prank them?”

“No one’s trying to fool anyone,” he says smoothly, picking up his book once again. As if he just hasn’t caused your crisis. “Tighnari is simply being a good friend and looking for something to nag us about.”

“Alhaitham, since when were we a couple?” you demanded again, shaking his arm. “Did I miss something? Did I wake up one day and forget about being in a relationship with you?”

“Haven’t we always been in one?”

“No, we have not?”

Alhaitham casts you a glance. “You sound unsure.”

“Because you seem so sure of yourself for no reason,” you fume, itching with the urge to hurl the book at his face. “I didn’t even know you were even into me like that!”

“I let you kiss me on the cheek every night before you leave my house. Sometimes, you don’t even leave my house, so we sleep on the same bed.” As if that explains anything. And did he fling out these reasons to Tighnari, too?

“Well, I do it because I’ve been doing it since we were, like, six. And you never told me to stop. Plus, it’s just a cheek kiss—that’s way different from an actual kiss actual couples do,” you say, getting increasingly infuriated with each word that’s coming out your mouth. Why do you have to explain how relationships work to Alhaitham? Surely he’s read a guide about love in the millions of books he’s touched?

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t start kissing me the way couples do, then.”

Oh, this bitch. “So you knew that I liked you?” Your voice wavers, and you feel a little pathetic. “And that’s what prompted you to start spreading lies to everyone? Is this some joke to you?”

Immediately, his expression is swept off of amusement. “Y/N,” he says as you feel your lips tremble. “Y/N, that’s not—”

“Shut up,” you say. “How long has this been going on? Since when have I been outside of the biggest inside joke, huh?”

“It’s not like that. I thought—”

“Oh, you thought, didn’t you? Yet you didn’t think I don’t want my feelings to be played like—like—” You can’t even bring yourself to say this. You know that Alhaitham can be mean when he wants to be, but making a joke out of the feelings you’ve desperately hidden for years?

“I need to leave.” You’re not sure why you feel the need to announce it. Was it because you rarely even leave his place? Each step feels wrong. You don’t want to be mad at Alhaitham to this extent but you’re hurt.

You ignore Alhaitham’s hurried, “Where are you going?” because you don’t have an answer to that. Wherever you go, you always end up in Alhaitham’s arms.

You forcefully push the door open and march off, head spinning, humiliated. You hear Alhaitham’s steps fall into place after yours. It’s pissing you off even more that Alhaitham doesn’t even look the slightest bit frazzled, as if you impulsively sprinting off is just a walk in the block for him.

Then you spot Cyno in the middle of a street. He catches your wrist before you can avoid him.

He blinks, mildly surprised to see it’s just you and not some food stall thief. “Y/N.” Cyno tilts his head slightly to acknowledge the man a few feet away from you. “Alhaitham. Is something the matter?”

“It’s nothing!” You don’t question why or how Cyno is here, shoving him aside—which proved to be a little difficult given how he’s pretty strong for such a tiny man.

“You’re crying,” Cyno points out as you try to push him away as if you aren’t aware of how your face feels uncomfortably hot and how tears are sliding off your cheeks.

“It’s a marital dispute,” Alhaitham says, directly behind you.

His voice makes you scowl. So infuriatingly sexy, and you’re mad at it. “We’re not married!”

Cyno nods, serious. “Yes, I only heard about the engagement.” At your stunned silence and Alhaitham’s reluctant stillness, Cyno clears his throat and steps aside. “I suppose I’ll leave you two to it. I don’t know how relationships work.”

You groan as Cyno walks off, “Great, so even Cyno thinks we’re a couple. Who’s next, Lesser Lord Kusanali?”

Alhaitham looks away. “Well—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Your wrist seems keen on being dragged around by men today, it seems. Alhaitham firmly tugs at your arm, pulling you close to his chest, his gaze intensely searching yours. But all he would be able to see is your scowl. And all you can see is his handsome face.

“Y/N,” Alhaitham says, your name in his voice a sweet murmur. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t think you would react that way.”

“What, you think I’d just roll with it?” you spit with dripping bitterness.

“Yes.” You're taken aback as you gaze at him and find his expression to be entirely genuine and open. “We fell into a friendship so easily. I fell in love with you the same way: naturally. I thought…” And then his usually blank face twists into something unpleasant. “Forgive me.”

“Alhaitham, you idiot. You bastard. Do you have any idea how relationships work?”

“No. All I know is how to be with you.” He wipes a tear off your cheek. “But it appears I’m not even doing that right.”

“Fuck you.” You bat his hand away. His face falls. “You don’t get to act all sweet to me like that. I spent years thinking you would never see me that way, and you get to decide one morning that we’re in a relationship, just like that?”

“You’ve liked me for years?” Alhaitham’s eyes are a bit wide, totally missing the point.

“Alhaitham.”

“I ask you out every dinner. And you say yes each time.”

“I didn’t think you meant it like that!”

“I did mean it like that,” Alhaitham says, and again with that ‘so sure of myself’ personality. You hate it. You love it. “And I meant everything I’ve ever said to you like that. I didn’t tell anyone anything; they just assumed on their own, and only then did I realize how it did seem that way. It was my selfishness that didn’t try to deny their assumptions.”

Alhaitham’s usually so difficult to speak to, especially when it comes to expressing his true emotions. You often find yourself filling the silence, and he seems content with it. However, he appears desperate at this moment, as though you’re planning on leaving if he doesn’t give you a reason to stay.

You are too weak. “So you like me.”

“I do.”

“…And you want to… be in a relationship with me.” Alhaitham nods. You're beginning to feel flustered as the realization sets in that the man you've always dreamt of is holding you intimately in the middle of nowhere, and also confessing that he feels the same way. “Ask me out properly, then.”

Alhaitham looks at you incredulously. Did he think it was over?

“Do it, Alhaitham. Woo me. Win me over. Sweep me off my feet.”

“...Y/N,” he hesitates, his face tinted pink, vaguely embarrassed. “Go out with me. In that way.”

It sounds demanding and clumsy, but it’s perfectly Alhaitham, so your heart beats out of your chest and your face splits into a grin all the same.

You wrap your arms around his neck. “If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’re going to do it right, you hear me? You won’t just let me do anything. And you will start—officially—tomorrow by telling everyone that we are not engaged nor married.”

Alhaitham dips his head down, your chin trapped by his fingers. “We will be, eventually, though. And I can just start now. Officially.”

Your confusion doesn’t last for even a second when his lips meet yours in a kiss. You’ve been wooed. Won over. Swept off your feet.

earth i hope u know it took me months to find a good plot for your man this was a feat in itself. also i copy pasted your tags love u.

also if u caught the title while it was called swept over your feet shut up…. Please. this didnt have a title originally 🙁

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[munson-blurbs]

Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart's honeymoon 🥹🥹🥹

The way I ran to Google Docs to write this, not just because I love me some fluffy smut, but also because I love you.

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Relaxing on the beach, giving your new husband a sexy surprise...what more can you ask for?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), p in v, breeding kink (of course), Ms. Sweetheart/Reader wears lingerie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Big thank you and smoochy kisses to @jo-harrington for helping me make this piece body-inclusive, and to @corroded-hellfire for ensuring the breeding kink was on point.

August 1998

“What a day.” Eddie flops onto the king-size bed face first, still in his wet swim trunks. Sand sticks to the bottom of his feet; you swear he’s traipsed in half the beach. “Who knew lounging in the sun could be so exhausting? I don’t know how we’re gonna go back to our normal lives.” He flips over onto his back so his words are no longer muffled. “Like, my body might be back in Hawkins, but my mind will be in Myrtle Beach.”

You laugh, arms crossed over your chest and pressed against the thin fabric of your cover-up. “Can you drag yourself into the shower and wash off?” When he doesn’t move, you let your fingertips dance along the sole of his foot. He giggles maniacally and reflexively, drawing inwards. 

“Dammit, okay, okay!” He shakes his head and pushes himself up to an upright position. “The things you do to get me naked…”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes dismissively as though his suggestion is absurd—even though that’s exactly what you’re trying to do. 

As soon as you hear the squeak of the spigot and the ensuing stream of water, you unzip your suitcase and rifle through until you find what you’re looking for. You feel it before you see it, fingers grasping the lacy fabric triumphantly. 

You shed the flower-printed cover-up, catching a glimpse in the mirror of yourself in your swimsuit. Eddie had picked it out for you—a one-piece that hugged you in all the right places. Truthfully, you could wear this and it would turn him on, but this is your honeymoon, and you want it to be special. 

Peeling off the damp suit, you toss it aside; it lands on the floor with a comical thwack, and you make a mental note to pick it up later. 

The teddy you’d bought weeks ago suddenly looks daunting, purchased during a trip to the mall with Jess. She’d insisted that no honeymoon is complete without some lingerie, and you’d reluctantly given in after she’d assured you multiple times that Eddie would, quote, “lose his goddamn mind.”

Soft black cups perfectly hold your breasts in place, accentuating your decolletage. The sheer mesh covering your torso is embroidered with lace roses, leaving just enough to the imagination. 

All right, you can admit it—you look good. 

You lounge on the small sofa that faces the bathroom, adjusting the bodysuit’s thin straps as you wait for the steadily falling water to cease, punctuated by several rogue drops. Your heart leaps with excitement as you hear the door knob twist and you’re bathed in a plume of steamy air. 

“Surprised you didn’t try to join—holy hell.” Eddie exhales with a grin, taking in your scantily-clad body. A white towel is slung low on his hips, sopping up the water trickling from his curls. “Where did you get this little number, baby?”

Heat creeps into your cheeks as he saunters toward you, one hand finding the small of your back while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in and kisses you hungrily, his burgeoning erection pressing against your bare thigh.

“Got me all worked up just by looking at you, Mrs. Munson,” he murmurs into your lips. It sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he deepens his embrace, pulling you as close as he possibly can.

Your fingers dip beneath the towel, tugging it from where it’s tucked along his waist and letting it drop. He’s fully exposed, and it takes all of your willpower to keep up this game of seduction and refrain from kissing down his happy trail.

“Since you’re so tired tonight, baby,” you coo, nipping at his earlobe as you speak, “I figured I could take care of you.” Your palms journey the expanse of his chest, draping them over his shoulders and guiding him onto the bed. The fresh bed sheets are crisp underneath your knees as you straddle him, grinding your core against his. “‘S that okay?”

Eddie nods, letting out an incredulous breath. “Course, yeah, whatever you want…” He sits up slightly, mouth drawn to your breasts as though pulled by a magnet. 

“I want you,” you tell him, sucking bruises into his neck that you hope will last until you return home. “I want you inside me, filling me up, making me feel so, so good…”

The fabric between your thighs is already soaked with proof of your desire, and you shift it over so you can sink down onto his hardened length. You take him inch by inch, the tip breaching your hole and stretching you in its delicious, familiar way.

“Oh, my god,” you whimper, bringing his hands to the flesh of your ass and giving your movements more stability. Each rock of your hips draws a moan from your husband’s plush lips, his tongue darting out to wet them every so often. “Eddie, oh, my god!”

His grip on your ass tightens as you clench around him and continue to bounce. “‘M close,” he grunts, breath hitching as he begins slamming up into you to chase his release. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight…can’t hold back any more…” He speaks through gritted teeth, purely animalistic in nature. 

Your middle finger finds your clit, rubbing small circles into it. The small movements drive both you and Eddie absolutely wild. 

“Thassit…touch yourself for me,” he groans, barely audible above the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin and the way you’re drenching him right now. “You look so goddamn perfect like this, filled to the brim with my cock.”

“Wanna be filled with your cum, too,” you whine, feeling the beginnings of your own orgasm. “Wanna take all your cum, Eddie, like a good little wife.”

Eddie’s eyes practically roll back in his head. “My good little wife, all barefoot and pregnant…fuckfuckfuck…takeittakeittakeit.” With a final few thrusts, he spills into you with everything he has. His grasp loosens as he softly kisses your arms, desperate to remain close to you in any way possible. 

“So,” you start with a giggle, gently moving off of him so you can cuddle into his perspiration-slick chest, “looks like you got a second wind.”

He tilts your chin up, his eyes studying your face like a precious gemstone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll get a third, okay, Sweetheart?” He winks, thumb gliding up and down your jawline. “Keep that sexy outfit on f’me, though. I’m not done with either of you.”

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[badasbebe]

Pretty enough for you yet?

pairing ; bada lee x fem!reader

summary ; rivalry between reader and bada. rivalry or maybe more?

content warnings ; smut, explicit language, fingering, eating out (lmk if I forgot one)

word count ; 1.6k

a/n ; y'all i love my wife so much <3 bada lee

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

Bada and I never got along, that’s for sure. Since we’re both in a very competitive industry, it’s hard to want to be liked by everyone. But with Bada, it just never clicked, no matter what I tried. She was a very good dancer, everyone could see that, but she always tried to make you feel smaller to uplift herself. Her cocky smile, her provocative behaviour, everything about her screamed confidence and I absolutely hate it. Nevertheless, I tried to put our bad past behind us for the sake of the show we’re both competing on. Yes, a bit of competition is good, but fighting 24/7 isn’t.

When the first introductions came around, we were the last ones to be introduced. As we walked down the stairs, we felt the numerous stares of all groups who were already seated, but one person almost burned holes in my face with her stares. I knew she was coming on the show, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was annoyed by it, by her.

Of course she had to shit-talk my group in the introduction video, and me being sub-leader, I responded in a very fair way. I decided to pick her as my no-respect dancer, and challenged her to a battle.

‘You sure you wanna go up against her? I know she said some things about us, but we’re not affected by it.’ My leader said, trying to hold me back. ‘What? You scared I’m gonna lose?’ I say with confidence before walking to the centre of the stage as my name was called out.

‘So, we’ve been warmly welcomed by everyone here, but to some of you we’re just ‘talentless people who just move around and look pretty’, so we’ll show you how absolutely wrong some of you are.’ I said as I quote the exact words Bada used when describing my group. ‘The no-respect dancer I pick to battle is Bebe’s Bada Lee.’ I say as I look her dead in the eyes, not breaking eye contact once.

‘Is there anything you’d like to say before the battle?’ Kang Daniel asks Bada. ‘Well, I would just like to say- know your place.’ She says with a shit-eating grin. Kang Daniel looks at me in anticipation of an answer. ‘I came here to dance, not to shit talk other groups.’ I say before handing the mic back and getting ready. Bada gets to go up first and Money by Cardi B starts playing.

(full dance of my beautiful wife here for reference: https://youtu.be/VyyjZVLqmLE?si=0Vtnx4MbzUTsnuy2 )

Everyone expected her to be good, hell even I did. She didn’t let me down, I was glad that I picked a worthy opponent. Going up against a weaker dancer just to secure a win is pathetic in my opinion, so I picked someone my own level. Once she came up to me, she stood still in front of me and looked right over the top of my head- cocky asshole.

Once she was done bragging about her height, it was my turn. Angels in Tibet by Amaarae started playing and, in my advantage, it was my go-to jam so I already had some moves up my sleeve.

(dance reference for reader: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyzVGFMoAwt/ )

As the song came to an end, I twerked in her direction, not breaking eye contact. Two can play this provocative game, Bada Lee. She smirked and I went back to my side of the dance ring, my team supporting me and the crews around me calming down after screaming on the top of their lungs.

We waited in anticipation for the result, and…

I won by 2-1 votes, close call. As they revealed their cards, I looked at Bada and said ‘did I look pretty enough for you?’ still quoting her words from earlier, and I just got a smirk and an eye-roll in return. I went back to my spot with my group, feeling content.

After a long morning of shooting, we finally got a break. My group split up, some were out to get food in the cafeteria, some were socializing with other groups, but I had other plans. Right as I saw Bebe go into their group room, I followed. I knocked on the door, shortly after revealing a surprised Lusher. ‘Hi, sorry to interrupt, just came to congratulate you guys.’ I said with a sweet smile. I have nothing against Bebe, especially since almost all members are genuinely sweet. Lusher thanked me and invited me in, but I politely declined and headed back to my own room. As I reach my door, I feel someone touch my shoulder- Bada. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she says, my plan is working. The thing with Bada is: underneath that cocky and confident façade, is a leader who’s very protective over her group. ‘Just came to congratulate you guys. I wanted to congratulate you too, second place is very impressive.’ I say with a smirk.

Before I know it, she opens the door, pushes me inside the room against the door and closes it. ‘It’s already very excruciating to have to be in the same place as you for the next few months, so I’d suggest you leave my crew alone.’ She says, looking pissed off. ‘And what it I don’t?’ I ask, looking up at her through my lashes. ‘If you don’t shut your mouth-‘ she tries to say. ‘Make me.’ I whisper.

Her lips smash against mine in a hungry battle. I knew she was touch starved based on how she looks at me, but I never knew she was this hungry for a kiss. She rips my buttoned top open, a few buttons falling but who cares?

Underneath that rivalry between us has always been some kind of lust for each other. I mean, can you blame us? Bada is not only an insane dancer, she’s also really attractive, and I just like to get under her skin sometimes.

I drag her to our couch, pushing her down and getting on her lap. ‘What? Cat got your tongue?’ I tease. I take off her shirt as I suck on her skin, leaving marks for everyone to see. ‘Fuck, don’t leave hickeys.’ She says while panting. ‘Too late.’ I say before slowly kissing my way down to her pants. I hear her groan as I apply the tiniest bit of pressure to her clothed clit with my hands. ‘Stop fucking teasing.’ She says. ‘You don’t make the calls, Bada.’ I say.

I rip her pants off, leaving her in a crew shirt and her panties. I trace kisses along the inside of her thigh, leaving her a groaning mess above me. I know just what to do to make her fold.

This isn’t the first time we’ve done this. Sometimes, when we’re in the same building practicing ‘till late at night, we bump into each other and throw snarky comments at each other. One night, she came into my practice room and started criticizing my whole routine. ‘Bada can you just leave? I really don’t wanna deal with you right now.’ I ask her in an exhausted tone. ‘What’s up baby? Can’t handle criticism anymore?’ she asks, babying me. ‘I really can’t fucking stand you.’ I say, looking her dead in the eye. ‘Sit on me then.’ She said dead serious. I think we all know what happened after that.

One thing about Bada is her hatred of teasing when she’s already aroused. I slowly pull her panties down, and run a finger along her slit as she hisses. As I insert a finger, she grabs my wrist. I start pacing my finger a little faster. ‘Fuck you’re so good.’ She says. It’s rare to see Bada not dominating, but she has her needy moments.

‘Didn’t really like what you said out there about me. Must suck to lose to such a talentless person, huh?’ I say as I pace my fingers faster. She moans something that sounds like ‘sorry’, but she’s too hazy to form a proper sentence. ‘What was that, baby? Didn’t hear you there.’ I tease, slowing my fingers down. ‘No- fuck- keep going. I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t- shit- I didn’t mean it.’ She says, panting like crazy. I add a second finger and she whimpers. ‘Was that a whimper, baby? Where’s that big mouth now?’ I tease.

I remove my fingers and she looks at me very confused. I bring my face closer to her wet cunt as I start eating her out. I hear her moan my name. ‘Let me hear you baby, loud and clear.’ I say as she starts moaning my name.

In a reflex, her hands start to grip at my hair. I feel her hands shake a little. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby. Please let me come.’ She begs. ‘Shouldn’t you be begging for forgiveness first?’ I tease. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it I swear. Please I wanna cum.’ She says as I notice a tear rolls down her cheek from the overstimulation. ‘Cum for me baby.’ I say and she lets loose. Her stomach goes up and down as she tries to catch her breath.

I grab a towel from my luggage to clean her up, I’m still a decent human being. As I look up, I notice a camera.

She seems to realize it at the same time aswell. ‘Fuck.’ We both say as we look at each other. We burst out laughing and I help her clean up. She leaves in silence after a while, but before she steps out the door, she turns around and says: ‘Next time you dance like that, you’ll be the one begging under me.’ And she leaves the room. I smirk to myself, already in anticipation of next time.  

#bada lee #bada x reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee smut #swf2

[maladaptivedaydreamers]

Pent Up Marriage (Arranged Marriage! Ayato x Reader)

Synopsis: You desperately want to make this marriage work, and after he cheated on you multiple times, you made the numbing decision on how to save it. It works! However, you’re now like a puppet to your husband, growing numb and emotionless. Ayato, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.

Direct Quote: “Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye. He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."

TW: Non-con, Dub-con, Harsh s3x, Abus3, Groping, Somno, Forceful, Manipulation, Cheating

After another stressful day at work, you come home feeling stressed and tired. Your husband, Ayato, seems to be having another “overtime” at his office. You clean up, tidy up the house, do the laundry, cook dinner. Eventually, Ayato comes home, disheveled and upset, as usual.

“Hey.” He uttered, removing his shoes as he entered the apartment.

“You’re home.” You said, walking up to him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. Part of the routine. As you did so, you see a small red mark on his collar, lip stick. “Take your shirt off.” You simply say, unbuttoning his shirt.

Ayato looked confused and irritated as he looked down at you. “What?”

“I said, take your shirt off. You don’t want it to stain, do you? Red pigment is hard to wash off if it dries.” You say, blankly. You’ve gotten used to his cheating ways, and all you wanted to do was adapt to it.

Ayato rolled his eyes before harshly unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to you. “There, whatever.” He uttered before heading to the bathroom to shower.

As you tossed the shirt in the washing machine, you were thinking of a way to stop him from his affairs. After all, if his and your family were to find out that he was looking for another person to fulfill his desires, you’d be in big trouble.

Whatever, you still had some work to do anyway, you should just think about it another time. Focus on your laptop and let your husband do…whatever, I guess?

Soon, it was deep into the night and you decide to head into your shared room. Or you would consider to be just Ayato’s room.

Ayato's room was neat and tidy, with only a few books scattered on the floor with the covers facing up. His bed was made with sharp creases and the sheets were tucked firmly around a big pillow. Atop his desk was a large PC setup, the lights softly illuminated the room, and in the far corner, a door leads to another room in the house, the bathroom.

Ayato was already under the covers, his arms folded underneath his head and his eyes closed tight. He didn't turn to look at you and stayed silent, pretending to be asleep.

You were still restless, as you let out a yawn as you get into your side of the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headrest. You spend a few minutes looking over and reviewing some files. Ayato pretended to stay asleep, but one of his eyes peaked open as if curious about what you were doing. The faint glow of your phone screen caught his attention as he moved his head slowly, peeking just a little bit more. Why would you still be awake?

Soon, you fell asleep. You shouldn’t have forced yourself to stay up so late. That’s what Ayato thought, that you were always killing yourself by working too hard for a job that you cared too much about. Ayato sighed, getting out of bed. He walked over to you, picking up the documents before covering you with a blanket and laying them down on the small table next to your bed.

He leaned down to your ear and whispered, "Good night."

He turned off the lights, then headed back to his room to do the same. The two of you slept soundly at opposite ends of the house, not bothering each other for the rest of the night.

Not for long though…

Suddenly, your phone rang, your stupid boss again. It was 5am! Why would he be-

“Hello?” You answered, why did you answer? Your eyes were squinting from being suddenly woken up, “Sir, I got the files back earlier, I’ll deliver it when I get to work later. …No, I can’t deliver them now, I just got back home…Thank you, goodnight.” You sighed, knowing it will be another heavy day.

Ayato woke up with a start, but kept quiet, listening to your end of the phone call. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed you were up. He remained silent for a moment, but eventually spoke up.

"Bad news, huh? Can't sleep?" he asked, looking towards you in the dim light of the room.

You were startled, and also a little guilty. “Shit, did I wake you up?”

"Yes, but don't worry about it." Ayato sat up and put his feet down on the floor. As the two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed, he spoke again.

"Does your boss never let you rest? Or maybe you're just bad at your job." He chuckled slightly, and you noticed a slight annoyance in his tone.

You hum a simple, “Mhmm.” as you rest your head onto your pillow.

"You were out all night and now your boss wants you to go to work? Is this the life of my wife? To be some company's dog you can just go around and do your boss's dirty work?" Ayato smirked and leaned back on his elbows, amused by his own sarcastic comment.

You didn’t know what to say, frankly, your mouth just spoke whatever your mind processed first. “…Oh..have I been neglecting you?”

Ayato let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, seeming a little irritated by your comment.

"We're in this marriage just because our parents wanted us to. We're not in love," he said, speaking bluntly.

"So it really doesn't matter if we neglect each other or not. Besides, this is a loveless marriage, and neither of us loves the other. That means we have no obligations to each other."

You nod. “…Do you feel neglected? Which…makes you cheat?”

He seemed to be annoyed, which caused him to ramble on and on. "Do I feel neglected? Pssh!" He paused for a moment before continuing. "You know what? Not really. I don't rely on you to fulfill my needs."

"And you're right, I have been seeing other people, but don't mistake them for being my lovers!”

You sighed, seeing he wasn’t answering the question. “So…are you? No judgement, really. It’s okay to admit that you’re…you know…needy.”

Ayato's eyes widened for a moment before he stared at you in shock.

"Needy? What are you getting at?" he asked, trying to hide his annoyance. "I guess so.... Yeah, I am. What now?"

“It’s just an observation, you know. You’ve been kissing me on the cheek, waiting for me to get home. It’s unusual for you to do that….” You say.

"Don't get the wrong idea," he scoffed, his voice becoming louder as he raised an eyebrow. "Just because it's an unusual night, does not mean I care for you." He hissed the words with such intensity. "It's just that...I felt like it, that's all. Get that into your head." He sighed again. His annoyance was starting to fade into a sadness, but his attitude remained rough and cold.

“…Thank you for telling me.” You sighed.

You thought for a minute…

He was needy… So he had affairs… Ah…now you know what to do.

“Hey…Ayato.” You sat up, meeting him eye to eye.

Ayato turned to look at you, his eyes still filled with annoyance and disappointment. "What do you want now? What else is there to talk about?”

You thought for a moment before saying, “You can always let your frustration out on me, you know?”

Ayato's face tightened. He looked as if he wanted to strangle you in a moment of rage. "You want me to let my frustration out on you? Just because we're in a loveless marriage, which makes you think that I get the right to abuse you?"

“Eh?” You look at him. “You don’t have to abuse me, you can just…release pent-up frustration.”

Ayato paused for a moment and lowered his voice, staring at you with slight confusion.

"You want me to hit you, or something?" Ayato scoffed, amused yet slightly confused at your suggestion.

“No..something like this.” You muttered before leaning in…

…and kissing him.

Ayato looked surprised as your lips touched his. For a second, he was caught off guard, but his lips soon parted, and he kissed you back passionately.

The taste of you was familiar, as one hand reached down as he kissed you, caressing your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear; his other hand placed gently against your shoulder. He broke the kiss and sighed softly, looking down at you, his cheeks flushed.

“See? …Just like that.” You said, staring up at him blankly.

Ayato chuckled softly. "You really had me going for a second." He smirked and looked at you, shaking his head.

"Thanks." Ayato seemed to have calmed down, but he still looked tense and stiff, as he sighed again. "You were right. I may hate it, but I am needy. And you're the only person I can go to for it."

“Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye.

He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."

The next day, you get home from another hard day of work, working a little later than usual. You opened the door to your house and sighed. It seems that the day was longer than you thought. As you locked the door behind you, you realized that it had become much darker outside. A cold breeze came through your open jacket, and your arms quickly began to get goosebumps.

You quickly turn around. Ayato was standing there, right in behind you, with a deadpan expression on his face. His arms remained crossed the whole time, and you noticed a slight anger in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and stared at you directly, his tone still dry and annoyed. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"You're late." he said bluntly. "I've waited for you for hours, and yet you're...late. Did I give you permission to get home late?

You sighed, “Sorry, they made me do overtime.”

Ayato continued to look at you with a slightly annoyed look on his face. "I hope they gave you some decent compensation for making you work late."

He paused, "You'd better make up for that by coming right here and serving me the second you get home, you hear me?"

He raised his voice as he stepped closer to you.

"Do you understand, dear?" he muttered in a dry tone before looking away.

“Oh, I see what’s happening here.” you muttered before you leaned in and kissed him, placing your hand at the back of his neck.

He soon returned it. He placed a hand on the back of your neck as well, pulling you closer to him and gently guiding your body to the wall as you kissed. After a moment, he pulled back and looked at you, and you noticed his voice was softer than before.

"Good girl."

“You seemed to be frustrated… Bad day at work?” you said, looking up at him.

"You could say that..." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly into a dark smirk.

"So, why don't you go make me feel a little better?" This time, the sinister look was back on his face, and a twinkle of anger and resentment shone in his eyes. "I'm sure you can make up for being late and leaving me all by myself, can't you?"

You knew what you had to do, you leaned in to kiss him again, and he let you. Ayato soon grabbed you by the waist and led you to their bedroom, locking the door after he pushed you into it. Ayato smiled as his lips parted to break the kiss.

"You're good at making a man happy, you know? Keep up the good work." He chuckled darkly, as his gaze lingered on you for a moment.

“I promised you, didn’t I? You can take out your frustrations out on me.” You panted, out of breath from the kiss.

He smirked and nodded. He looked at you in a way that conveyed his expectations. As he stared at you, you could feel his impatience, and his desire for control. "You know what to do after that." Ayato watched you as you took off your blouse. He soon reached out and started caressing your chest, his fingers running across your skin as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

His tone and expression were still serious and cold, but you noticed the slight signs of pleasure written on his face.

"More...I still don't feel satisfied."

You unzipped your bottoms as he continued to watch you. As your skirt fell to the floor, Ayato's eyes widened slightly and he smiled.

"Good girl." All of the anger was gone from his tone and voice, and you could hear a twinkle of desire in his voice. "That's a good girl."

You slowly sat down on the bed, and Ayato took a moment to look you up and down. His voice was now a little softer, and he smiled at you. His eyes were glued to your underwear and black tights, and you could already feel his desire growing. He soon stood up, and looked directly at you. He slowly pulled off his suit jacket, his eyes still focused on you all the while. "Now, then...why don't you get comfortable for me?"

He could only smile as you layed down on the bed. He slowly started walking towards you, taking off his belt and tossing it to the side. His dark gray dress pants were soon following it, as a mischievous look crossed his face. He climbed on top of you, his body covering yours, as you felt him place his hands on your waist. He sighed and slowly got comfortable, leaning down towards you. You could feel him start pulling off your tights, and his eyes became fixed on your skin. Ayato sighed, and a smile crossed his lips as he reached out and placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh. His hand slid back and forth across your skin, and you could feel his breath coming in slow, shallow breaths. He chuckled darkly as he looked up at you, and spoke in a low, dark voice.

“Such…a good girl…”

He began to kiss you again, as he trailed from your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. “Last time we did this…I don’t even remember.” He chuckled, pushing his band underneath you to get to your back. And in one swift motion, unclasped your bra. He tossed it somewhere in the room before continuing to kiss your chest, massaging the other with his hand.

“A-Ah..” You let out from the sudden feeling.

His hands trailed down to the waistband of your panties before pulling them down. “Spread them for me, hm?” He grinned as you did as you were told. “Good girl…good wife.” He said before slowly pressing a finger onto your hole causing you to whimper a little. This only made him chuckle as he pushed a finger in, slowly pumping it. “That’s it.” He said, kissing you to muffle your voice.

One finger became two…then became three as your whimpers turned into moans. “Shhh, calm down, hun.” he laughed. “That should stretch you out enough. Feel good?” He looked down at you, but you were unable to answer, still panting.

“Well, I’ll assume, okay? Now..make me feel good.” He asked, leaning back to show you his bulge. His cheeks were red as he still had that grin on his face. You nodded as you unzipped his pants, causing his dick to spring up. “Miss this?” Ayato chuckled, tapping his dick on your lips. “Go on then.”

You opened your mouth, slowly taking him in your mouth. God, you forgot how big he was. It has been a while, for sure. You take him in slowly, finally taking him in fully.

“Yes~ So…good. This is nice.” he said, letting out a sigh. You slowly bopped your head back and forth as he let out a few satisfied moans. As you kept going, you suddenly felt his hands push your head deeper.

“Mmhph?!” You gagged, but it was no use as he continued to thrust into your mouth.

He moaned happily, “Ah, shit~ That’s right~ I forgot how good your fucking throat is.” he moaned.

You felt him coming close as you felt him twitch inside your mouth. He pulled out, panting. “That’s…that’s a good girl.” He said, slapping you on the cheek softly as you coughed and breathed for air. He pushed you onto the bed, pulling you into another aggressive kiss and he trailed his hands on your hips. Ayato pushed himself in the middle of your legs and without hesitation, starting aligning his dick to your hole.

“Ah, shit!” he hissed as he had troubles pushing his tip inside you. He let out a few cursed laughs before saying, “You know, I really thought you were cheating on me too, just to get back at me. Ah!~ But…you’re so tight…fuck! It’s…a shame you’re not using this.” he mocked you, as he pushed in deeper.

“A-Ah! W-Wait!” You said, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper in you, your back arched as a few more inches entered you.

He bottoms out on you as he let out a moan. “Ah!~” he grinned in satisfaction, his dick resting inside your tight pussy. “Shit, you’re good.” he uttered as he started thrusting in and out of you, not giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck, you’re good, such a good wife.” He moaned, spreading your legs apart even further. He continued pounding into you, your whimpers turning into teary moans as he kept going. “Tsk, tsk. Don’t cry now. If it makes you feel better…you feel better than those bitches I cheat on you with. Hm? Feel better?” He sounded like he was mocking you, insulting you or something. But either way, you continued to moan as your legs went limp. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder, thrusting in deeper into your tight cunt.

Your body felt hot as you trembled underneath him. You were wondering whether or not this was the right decision or not. A mixture of pleasure and pain ran across your body, but soon, a knot was filling your stomach. God, it’s been ages since you last felt something like this. Moan after moan after moan, you couldn’t stop as your hands gripped the sheets. You couldn’t even make out words when the knot in your stomach unwinded, releasing an orgasm which made you arch your back and cried out.

“Oooh~ Shit, was that an orgasm? You’re so…weak..! It’s been what? 5 minutes? Feels so good, huh? Wanna tell your husband how good he is? Hm?” He laughed as he continued to pound into you.

He watched your breasts bounce as he pushed his cock in and out of you like an animal in heat, he wasn’t stopping. “Damnit.” He uttered out as the grip on your leg and waist tightened, he was getting close too. …And so were you.

“Fuck, fuck.” He uttered, his fingers digging into your skin. He leaned down as he sucked on your neck, leaving a few marks. His lips trailed back onto yours as your tongues danced.

You let out a cry of pleasure as another coil unraveled inside you. And this… this pushed him to the edge as he thrusted one final and harsh thrust, painting your insides white. “Ah, fuck!” He growled, spasming a few thrusts to ensure he’s in you.

You pant, seeing your surroundings close in on you as you feel exhausted. Your limbs go limp and your chest rise and fall.

Ayato looks down at you blankly…staring at you as you’re covered in sweat. Your legs drop and fall flat. But after a few seconds, he puts them back on his shoulder. “No, no, no… we’re not done. No.” He shakes his head. He no longer had a grin on his face.

It was just filled with cold-hearted desire.

And after 4 rounds, he pulled out of you, his cum bursting out as soon as he did, dribbling on the sheets.

Ayato was breathing heavily, his heavy breaths coming and going in fast, shallow breaths. He took a moment to catch his breath, smiling as he looked down at you.

You were laid down on his bed, tired and exhausted from what had just happened, and you noticed Ayato's eyes staring down at you in satisfaction.

"You...didn't disappoint," He smirked.

"I hope you'll be more ready next time." He paused for a moment as he rolled his shoulders. "Now, why don't you get some sleep?"

You mumbled a small “Okay…” as your eyes were already shutting.

Ayato's eyes lingered on you for a moment, before he got up and went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out, cleaned and dressed up. He slowly walked closer to you, and sat on the side of the bed.

He stared at you for a moment, and smiled softly.

"You're really are tired. You were a good girl tonight, you know." He sighed as he leaned over you, and kissed your forehead. "Try to get some rest, alright?"

This continued on and on and on and on, no matter if it was on your way to work or when you’ve just come back. It was like routine already. If you noticed Ayato was cranky, you’d be making out in no less than a few seconds.

One day, Ayato returned at 10pm, looking tired as he dropped his briefcase on the floor. He was still dressed in his work clothes, and the look of disdain on his face had grown even stronger.

He was exhausted and tired, and the light in his eyes was almost gone. He sighed quietly as he walked to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets for a drink. He looked over at you, and his lip curled up in contempt.

"What do you want? I'm not in the mood to talk." His tone was cold and dismissive.

“You okay?” you ask from the living room.

Ayato turned around and stared at you, his gaze still filled with disdain.

"I'm fine. I just had a fantastic day at work." He took out a bottle of vodka and opened it, pouring himself a cup. He sighed as he poured himself a glass, and then drank the entire glass in one go.

"Why do you care, anyway?" He turned around and leaned against the counter, his tone growing even more cold. "Do you really care about how I feel?"

You pause, thinking of the right thing to say. “…Depends if you want me to care.”

"I'm your husband."

His tone was stern and slightly aggressive, and he soon set his empty glass aside.

"You should always care about how I feel. After all, you're my wife." He sighed, and a hint of anger could be sensed in his voice. "If you're not going to care, then maybe you should just leave."

“…You okay? Seriously, you can tell me.” You look over at him, lightly concerned.

"I'm fine..." A sigh of disappointment escaped his lips as he reached out for the bottle of vodka and refilled the cup.

"Just let me drink in peace. I don't want to talk about it." His tone was still stern and serious, as it had been in the morning. He had just had an awful day, and he wanted to spend the rest of the day drinking to make himself feel better. He was just hoping that you wouldn't keep pestering him as he continued drinking his vodka in silence.

You let out a sigh before walking up to him, taking the cup away. “That’s enough.”

"Hey! Give it back to me." You could see the light of anger in his eyes as he looked down at you, his lip curling up in a snarl as he glared at you. "I said, give it back to me." He glared down at you, as he reached a hand out and started trying to grab the cup from you.

You sigh as he leans in to take the cup back, so you lean in close…kissing him.

When you leaned in to kiss him, the light of anger in his eyes changed to a light of passion.

He couldn't help but let out a moan as his lips met yours, and he pressed himself against you. He pulled his hand back from trying to grab the drink.

"Good girl."

He pulled away from the kiss and smiled softly, as he brushed a strand of your hair aside.

Ayato smirked at you, as you could see the light of amusement in his eyes once more.

"Good girl. This is what I've been waiting for all day," he chuckled.

As he spoke, he went in for another kiss, much deeper than the first one and with far more passion.

Do you see what I mean? This was everyday with him. And it was…all your fault. You suggested this, and he just took the chance. It didn’t matter where either. The kitchen, the couch, the bathroom, the car. You would always comply. Even if you said…

“Ayato, not today…”

“Ayato, I’m tired…can we not do it today?”

“Ayato…please don’t?”

It would always end in you and him fucking ‘til his heart’s content.

But you were successful though, in making him NOT cheat. He always came home early, looking for you instead of some other girl. That’s a good thing…right?

But don’t worry! He would reward you. Every time you two are done, he would lay beside you, propping himself using his elbow and whisper…

“What would you like for your reward? Anything in the world…”

“You want a diamond necklace?”

“Does my good girl want a new car? New shoes?”

“I’ll get you whatever you want.”

That’s a good thing, right? He’s…being nice? He’s spoiling you, like a husband would.

But deep down, you were getting tired. Not of him, but of…this. Not mentally, but physically. Because soon…

…You can’t sleep.

Why can’t you sleep? You close your eyes and see nothing, you can’t feel anything. You wanna sleep. But you can’t. Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep?

One day, you come home from work, exhausted and a little emotional, cause your boss is a bitch. Ayato was on the sofa in the living room, reading another newspaper. He looked up as you came through the door.

"Are you home early today, my love?" He smiled, still showing no true warmth or affection in his tone. “Is something the matter? You seem quite tired..."

He chuckled, before speaking again. "Ah, who am I kidding? You always seem tired...You just can't get enough sleep, can you?"

You stay silent for a moment before walking up to him…

And hugging him?

"Huh?" He was shocked by the sudden hug. "Is something the matter? Why did you hug me so suddenly?" His voice was calm, but there was still an air of resentment and malice. He was clearly not in the mood to care about you. He sighed, but continued to show an indifferent or annoyed look.

"I mean, it's a good surprise I guess, but it's not normal for you to show affection, so I'm a little surprised..."

“Please…be quiet. I just…need someone right now.” You uttered, as you stared into the floor.

"Hmph..Fine..." His voice was quiet, but it still carried a dark undertone to it that made it obvious he wasn't happy.

He sighed, before looking down at you and speaking once more. "Just so you know, it's not like I'm enjoying this. I'm just doing it because you've had a rough day, that's all. Do not get this mistaken for affection, Y/N."

He looked at you, his expression remaining cold and indifferent. "Is that clear?" In which you simply replied with a nod.

"Well, at least you understand..." He put his arms around you, and rested his head on yours. Despite the tone of his voice and the expressions he made, you could tell he was trying his best to be comforting...although he didn't seem to have much experience with this.

After a stressful day, a few tears dripped off your eyes as you rested against him. He noticed you crying, and sighed.

"Hm...are you okay?" His voice didn't sound like it normally did, but instead of being cold or sarcastic, it was a bit warmer than usual. "You seem a bit upset..."

He paused, before speaking again as he pulled your chin up a little. "My goodness, you look so miserable...You've really had a bad day, haven't you?"

You straightened yourself up, brushing off the tears before standing up. “I’ll head to bed now…goodnight.”

“Hey- Wha-“ He looked confused as he watched you walk to your shared room.

"Alright, then..." His voice was a lot softer than it normally was, and he gave you a small smile. "Goodnight, my love." He looked down a little, and you could see a hint of affection and kindness in his eyes now, but just for a moment.

Then it was gone, and he was once again a cold, reserved man, as he always had been.

So…what were you doing in your room? Why were you feeling so…weird? Like some sort of embarrassment and guilt?

…Is it because you bought those sleeping pills? The one you knew would slowly turn you into a drug-filled monster? Is it the way you’re popping 3 pills all at once? …Is that it? The pills kicked in fairly quickly, and you slowly started to fall asleep. It wasn't long before you became unconscious, feeling the effects of the sleeping pills. If you kept taking them at the same rate, you would soon be addicted to the pills, and it wouldn't be long before you couldn't sleep without them...

Soon, Ayato went inside the room, also wanting to sleep. He sees you on the bed, it was a little weird to see you sleeping so early since for the past few weeks, you’d struggle to fall asleep.

He shrugged, and sat down on his side of the bed. Looking over at you, he noticed that you was sleeping very deeply - more deeply than normal, and it wasn't hard to tell why.

He rolled over, got comfy, and lied down. He closed his eyes, and soon enough, he also fell into a deep sleep.

The same routine of fucking and swallowing sleeping pills made you different. Too different. You turned emotionless and cold. You were…not Y/N anymore.

One day, after another stuffy fucking, you both were laying in bed. Ayato sighed. "Well, it's been a long day, hasn't it? I need sleep. I don't suppose we should stay up too long tonight." His voice sounded a bit softer than before.

"Goodnight...my dear wife..." He put one of his arms around you, and hugged you tightly.

"I may not show it much, but I do care about you. You know that, don't you?" He paused, waiting for a response.

You stared into the ceiling, exhausted but restless. “…Sure.”

"Sure" He scoffed, clearly not buying it at all. His voice was colder than ever, and it was hard to recognize this as the same person who had just comforted you. "Sure."

He hugged you tightly, and lay his head down on the pillow. He took the blanket, and covered up both of you, before going to sleep once more. You could feel that he had grown colder and more distant than ever before - like he hadn't wanted you near him at all. He had grown colder and more aloof than ever before.

Ayato was sleeping deeply right beside you. He seemed to be peaceful, but despite what he said earlier, it was hard to tell whether he truly cared about you. He laid there next to you, breathing quietly, completely asleep.

Was he telling the truth, or was he lying?

Did he care about you, or did he hate having you near him?

You couldn't tell anymore at this point. And you didn’t care. You needed something else.

Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills. Pills.

Shit, you needed those pills.

You harshly stood up from the bed, not caring if you woke him up or not. You walk to the bedside table, where you took out the bottle of sleeping pills.

"What are you doing?"

Ayato seemed to notice you standing up, and he sat up in the bed. With a groan, he looked up at the clock, before looking back at you.

"Is something the matter, wife?"

He still wasn't showing any signs of affection, but his voice was a little softer now, and his attitude was a little less antagonistic.

“Nothing.” you said, holding the bottle behind you.

"Nothing?" Ayato frowned, and sat up in the bed fully. He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. He was still wondering what you were doing, looking at you with a slight hint of suspicion.

"Sure," he said with a cold voice, and you could see a smirk on his face now. "You're lying about something. Tell me what the deal is." His tone became cold once more, and you could see that he was beginning to get annoyed.

“Show me the bottle.”

You froze. “What bottle?”

"What bottle?" He narrowed his eyes again, glaring at you. You could feel his anger and irritation building up. He had always been calm and cold, but this was the first time you had seen him genuinely angry. Even before, when he yelled at you, he still sounded calm and unemotional.

"Are you lying to me now? That bottle that you're clearly trying to hide behind your back...show it to me.”

“It’s not a big deal.” You shook your head.

"It isn't a big deal?" He frowned, and sounded a little pissed off.

"Well then, there isn't any reason not to show me, is there? He narrowed his eyes again.

"Show. Me. The. Bottle."

You realized that he wasn't really kidding anymore. If you still didn't show him, he might get even more pissed off. He had always been cold and unemotional, but now, you could really sense his anger.

"Are you seriously not going to show me?"

He stood up, and walked toward you as he reached out, and yanked the bottle from your hands.

"Was that so hard?

He looked at the bottle, and then gave you another angry look.

"I thought it wasn't a big deal? Since when have you been taking sleeping pills, Y/N?!”

“…3 months.”

He scoffed, angry and in disbelief. “How many? How many fucking pills do you take a day?”

You look up at him, before you roll your eyes. “3 before but now I take double.”

"You've been taking double the amount of pills lately?! Why are you doubling the amount?” He gripped the bottle angrily.

Why was he so upset anyway?

"Let me guess… 3pills wasn't enough, eh? And did you ever think that taking that many pills might not be beneficial in the long term?" He raised an eyebrow, and he was still watching you intently.

"I thought there wasn't any need for such drastic measures... But then again, you always enjoyed being dramatic when it came to things like these…”

“Stop it, it’s not like I’ll be addicted to them.” You say, scratching your head in irritation. “I can’t sleep, I need them.”

"Is that really the only reason why?" He sighed loudly, and then smiled darkly.

"You already know what I suspect. The real reason is because you enjoy that little feeling of high that those pills give you, isn't it? You love that little rush of euphoria.”

You laughed, having had enough of his bullshit. “I wish I could get high off of them. I wish I could feel a little bit happier taking them. But noooooo! I just fucking need them so I can have some shut eye before getting back to work!” You had snapped, just wanting to take the pills.

You snatch back the bottle, much to the dismay of Ayato. "Give. The bottle. Back." He said, reaching his hand out.

You really should have known better. You felt a harsh smack to your face. Your hand grasped your now red cheek. “What the hell, Ayato?!” You yelled.

"You deserved that. Don't think you could get away with harming yourself, while also refusing to let me help.”

His hands were shaking with rage. "Give me the pills."

Instead, you ripped the bottle open, popping a few pills in your mouth. You didn’t care anymore… You wanted sleep.

“Y/N! What the fuck!” He yelled, taking the bottle from you and throwing it on the floor. But it was too late, the pills were so strong that you were already seeing the world as a blur.

"You really don't care, do you? About yourself and your well being?" He sighed, and then gave up talking to you. He looked at you with the same angry and frustrated look, before he looked you up and down. "And of course you'd already be starting to feel the effects of that many pills so quickly."

Now, he was just talking to the oblivion. You plopped yourself in bed as you stared at the ceiling. "You really don't care, do you?"

He stared at you in annoyance. "If you died right now, then I doubt you'd even be sad...” He stopped, before standing next to you and looking at you with a more angry expression.

"Why do you just give up on yourself like that...just...why?"

“Because …I’m stupid…and pathetic.” You muttered, laying down on the bed as your eyesight turned foggy.

"No you're not. And I hate it when you say that about yourself." He was still looking at you as he sat down beside you.

"You know what it's called when you keep self-destructive thoughts like that? Self loathing, I do believe...and it's sad to see that you've come to this point. To think that you've given up like this..."

He was getting sick of saying the same things, anyways.

"You're hopeless...that's why I hate this side of you. And it's why I'm so mad at you all the time. I'm tired of your self-destructive behavior, and I'm also tired of this endless cycle that we're in. But I don't want to give up on you because I love you dearly... But I don’t wanna love a bitch who doesn’t even love herself.”

He sighed. "That's what makes this so hard..."

“Heh, maybe I am getting a high from those pills. I can hear you say bullshit.” you uttered, wondering if you were hearing things right.

"Ha...ha...you're not funny.”

He sounded annoyed. He really wanted you to take this more seriously. He didn't know what to do with you anymore...

That was when Ayato suddenly remembered something. Something that he could potentially use to convince you to lay off the sleeping pills.

"Or...there's another solution that we could use, if you really think that you need those sleeping pills to survive the night..."

You looked over at him for a moment…oh wait…oooohhh that’s what he meant. “Oh god, not this again, are you pent up or something?” You groaned.

When he heard that, he didn't know whether to feel amused or annoyed.

"You really think that I'm that desperate..."

He sighed, and sighed again. "I'm trying to help you here, Y/N.”

He looked at you, seemingly amused now - but he wasn't going to give up that easily.

"I guess you want to make this hard, don't you? ...and I thought you're the obedient wife who always follows her husband's orders..."

“I’m about to fall asleep so…if you wanna do *it* with your *sleeping* wife, then be my guest.” You scoffed.

Your eyes fluttered, and then they closed. You were completely unconscious now. Ayato watched you for a moment, and he seemed happy.

His lips curved up into a smile, and he gave you a sly wink.

"I'll make sure to enjoy this." He grinned…

He loomed over your sleeping body as his thoughts began to run wild. His fingers were fidgeting as he reached for the hem of your shirt. He didn’t hesitate but pull off of you.

The sight of you so vulnerable really turned him on. He leaned down, kissing and marking your neck with dark hickeys as he grinded his already hardening bulge on you. Why was he liking this? Doesn’t matter, he was too deep into it already.

He continued to grind into you, he didn’t need to pin you down but he still did, pushing your hands into the bed.

His desires soon took over him, ripping up your panties to expose your cunt. He was hungry, more than ever. He knew there was no way he you were going to wake up anyway, he could do anything.

As he continued kissing down your neck to your chest, suckling on one of your breasts, his hand were now wandering. His cock ached in against the fabric of his pants as he stroked his finger in your folds. Oh…? Y/N…you’re wet. This seemed to entice him, as he kissed lower and lower, until he reached…ah, there.

He licked his lips as his breath approached your pussy, he licked a stripe before coming down. Kissing, sucking, licking in between your folds. He was getting greedy and hungry for you. He pulled you by the legs as he continued to eat you out, resting your thighs on his shoulder. Once he was satisfied, he pulled away from you, a thread of saliva still connecting you before he licked his lips, dropping your legs back onto the bed.

Fuck, why was this turning him on so bad?

He was adoring the sight of you, running his hands all over your body. He pulled down his sweats as his cock sprung out, already leaking with precum. He used his knees to spread your legs open, excited and full of desire. Ayato continued to stare at your face as he spread your legs open with his knees, stroking his cock as he did so. He positioned himself perfectly before burying himself completely inside of you, letting out a moan at how tight you were. He stayed motionless first, giving you a few slaps on the face to make sure you were still asleep.

His pace started off slow, trying to indulge in the power he was feeling. But it was soon replaced by desire as he quickened his pace, the sheets rustling and the bed creaking.

“Ah, fuck, so good. Such a fucking bitch.” He moaned out, pushing your legs to your chest.

“Shit, shit, ah!~ Yes!~” His eyes rolling back in pleasure as he took advantage of your sleeping body. He should be guilty…but he wasn’t. He felt a knot forming on his abdomen as he continued to plow into you.

“Y/N..Oh, fuck, Y/N!~” He moaned out as he came undone inside of you, his hips jerking back and forth.

He took a few breaths, trying to breath in some air, but he soon flipped you over, slapping your ass even though he knew, he wasn’t gonna get a reaction from you.

He pushed your head onto the pillow as he helped prop you on your knees, positioning himself again to push into you.

“Agh…!~ Fuck!” He groaned in pleasure as he pushed his entire cock into you again. He begins to speed up, not wasting anytime as he pounded into you, holding you by your hips. “Mhmm, so good. You wanted this…you wanted this…”

He bucks his hips into you as he cums once again, his essence spilling out of you as a white ring forms around the base of his cock.

As he pulls out, your cunt dribbles out his seed, which entices him even more.

He feels himself getting hard again as he gets ready for another round.

Wow…Ayato..

You’re a fucking monster…

A few rounds later, the day was already coming closer to dawn, and he seemed completely exhausted. He was still lying on top of you, and he seemed to be completely exhausted after what he had done with you.

He gave you a sad smile, before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. It was a kiss that lasted for a long time...

...He really was a monster.

He picked up the bottle of sleeping pills from the floor and placed them on your bedside table, but then he leaned down again. He kissed you again, and then he whispered into your ears...

"Take better care of yourself, okay Y/N? He smiled, before resting his head against your chest and giving your neck a kiss.

"I'd hate to see you feeling so poorly." He closed his eyes, and he began to fall asleep...

When your alarm rang, you woke up to discover yourself fully naked. “…He really fucking did it.” you laughed.

"You really are a heavy sleeper..." Ayato yawned as he sat up. "Did you enjoy it?"

“Did you?” you ask, looking over at him, still surprised he actually did such a thing.

"Of course I enjoyed it, Y/N." He was grinning sadistically now.

"And if it gets you to stop taking those pills, then I'll do what I have to."

You were in disbelief, unsure on what to say. “So every time I take sleeping pills, you’ll just…do it?”

"Mhm. Every. Single. Time.” He was actually happy with that.

"Because I'm not letting you hurt yourself like this. You want to be like an addict? Then I'm just going to force you to be happy - even if it means going to those lengths myself."

You let out a few laughs, “…Did you like taking me while I was asleep?”

"Of course I did," He gave you a sly, almost creepy smile. "Did you like what I did to you?" His voice was definitely dripping with sarcasm, and he seemed rather amused by your question. He didn't even bother hiding that.

“I consented to it…but I didn’t expect you to do it, actually.”

"...Consent, huh?" That was really the only thing that Ayato cared about here. He needed to know that you were okay with it - otherwise, he couldn't enjoy it nearly as much. But it was enough for him...

"If I'm being honest?" He laughed at his own statement. "I'm having fun with this, to be honest. I'd do this again and again."

You couldn't help but be a little creeped out with what he was saying.

"And again..."

"...and again..."

Your hands trembled a little, but it soon calmed as you realized…what’s the point?

"Why? What makes it so enjoyable..?” You asked. Ayato paused for a moment, and he leaned closer to you.

"Because I can do what I want with you, when I want to, however I want to. And…”

“…God, it just fucking turns me on, Y/N.”

"I love it." He was speaking honestly. He was smiling darkly and he had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He was enjoying himself. “It's like you're a piece of property, and I can do whatever I want with it."

“Ayato…do you love me?”

What? Y/N, don’t ask that! What the hell are you doing?

His face turned cold and cruel in an instant.

"Love...you? Don't be ridiculous. What do you even know about love?” Suddenly, all of his friendliness disappeared. That same dark look was in his eyes, and he looked dangerous for a moment.

"You're not capable of loving anyone. All you can do is be selfish."

His words hit you all at once, and it hurt. Why did you have to ask that?

“So I’m…incapable of loving…is that it?” You stammered, looking up at him.

“Hm…yeah.” He let that set in for a moment, before he smiled.

"That's because you're too selfish to care for anyone…”

"Love means that you care for other people. Well, how can you do that when you hate yourself? You can’t even look at yourself without wanting to kill whatever you see in the mirror."

“So tell me, Y/N…”

"...why would I ever love you?"

His stare was dark, and you got the implication now - you weren't worthy of being loved by him. He said the words in a cold tone, and it felt like his eyes were full of evil as he stared at you.

"What have you ever done that's worthy of someone loving you?"

The words cut whatever was left of your fragile, unfeeling heart. “You’re not answering my question…”

He stared at you for a moment then. "...Why do you think you're entitled to an answer?"

He couldn't believe it. Did you just ask him if he loves you?! As if he'd ever love someone like you? As if he was obligated to answer such a question? You were so selfish and delusional. No wonder you were getting the treatment that you were.

You laughed, almost going crazy. Was it the pills? Yeah…yeah, it was the pills.

“No, you need to answer… I want to know. Because…I want to know whether or not it’s worth it to let you take advantage of me. To keep being your pleasure doll.” You stared up at him, almost desperate.

"…Of course I don't love you, dear wife." His voice sounded full of hatred as he said that. But, then again, it did sound like he almost enjoyed speaking those words.

"There. You've got your answer."

You’re stupid, Y/N. You could’ve just continued acting clueless. You shouldn’t have sought for an answer. Now you’re hurt. And it was all your fault…

“…Was it good? Did you feel such good pleasure?” You asked, talking about him taking you while you were asleep.

"Yes. It was fucking great." It was obvious that he was trying to taunt you.

"Did you enjoy it too?"

He wanted to hear you say the words.

"Be honest, dear wife. Tell me, now."

A scoff left your lips as you reached for the bottle, taking a few pills in your mouth. “Doesn’t matter.” you chuckled.

Ayato froze…Y/N, what are you doing? Ayato didn’t know what do you but pull on your shoulder. “What the..fuck? What do you think you’re doing?” He stammers, gripping your shoulder.

But he was only met with a kiss as your body was starting to feel the effects of the 6 pills you decided to take. There was no response initially, as he was left frozen at your behavior. He did not expect this kind of response at all. He had no idea what to do to make you stop.

That had caught him completely off guard, to be honest.

His eyes widened, as he realized what the pills had done to you.

"Oh...no..."

You only smiled. “I’ll…keep doing this…if you like it…”

Why is your smile so genuine? What are you doing?

"No...don't...you...dare... You, you're ...making me like it...” He whispered to himself, looking down at you. You were starting to wobble from drowsiness as he took you in his arms.

"Y/N, you're dangerous. I don’t think you know just how dangerous you are..."

There was a sudden sharpness in his voice. He was angry now, wasn't he?

"Please..." He was begging you, for a moment. "...stop taking those pills..."

You reach out to caress his cheek. “…You enjoy it..don’t you? …I want to make you happy…”

There was no denying it - he did enjoy it. He didn’t want to ever admit that to you anymore. "I-I did enjoy it...but..." He trailed off "But I don't know if it's good for you..."

"I...I should stop you..."

It was obvious he was reluctant to do so.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel… Just..do whatever. If all you want is my body…then…so be it…” You said, your eyes fighting off the sleep.

Ayato's cold eyes opened in shock, hearing what you said to him.

"Do whatever...if all I want is your body?"

He looked confused for a moment. Was that how you viewed him? As someone who only viewed you as a mere pleasure tool? There was so much more to you than that...to him...to everyone.

Ayato was upset to hear that come out of your mouth.

You laughed softly. “I love you, Ayato… and if I have to do this for you to stay…I will…” You sighed, slowly drifting to sleep.

"...don't do this for me." Ayato was shocked. Did you mean what you said? Those words hurt him greatly more than anything else she had said.

"You don't need to do anything to please me, you…bitch.” He tried putting on a brave and confident front, as he spoke in his usual calm and confident voice. "You're worth so much more than that." He was trying to reassure you, but there was a small break in his voice when he said those words. “What..the fuck, Y/N?”

Your body lays limply on his arms as you sleep, there was nothing he could do anymore.

"Oh, fuck..." Ayato's face was full of worry and sadness, as he watched you lying there. It was obvious that your words hurt him greatly, and he couldn't help but shake a little. Could he really let you do something like that to yourself? But his heart broke, as his fears about you becoming a mere tool were coming true.

Would he ever be able to get over this?

He didn't know what to do...

The next day, you woke up like nothing happened. You rushed to the door, putting on your shoes for work. Ayato was left stunned, as he watched you leave. You seemed to be just going about your day, as if nothing had happened. You didn't say anything about the conversation yesterday...you didn't say anything about taking the pills either.

It was as if you didn't remember anything that had happened.

"This is a side of you that I haven't seen before..."

"You really are dangerous...what am I going to do about this...?"

You get home at around 2am. It was a long day at work, and you had come home pretty late. Ayato was in the living room, sitting on the couch and reading a book.

He looked up when you came home, and his eyebrows rose into surprise.

"You're pretty late tonight."

He watched you put your coat and other belongings away, before he looked back down at his book and continued reading.

“Yeah, we had a bit of a celebration after the presentation.” You say. “I’m just gonna fix up the laundry then go to bed.” Your words were blank and plain as you walk to the laundry room.

"Ah." He nodded a little bit, seemingly a little disappointed.

He was hoping that you'd be more forthcoming, so he could talk to you about all of this... You were really frustrating him...and you weren't making it easy to figure out. At all. Suddenly, as if his frustrations reached their final point, Ayato snapped.

"Fine. That's okay. Just do your laundry, Y/N.” He had a mocking smile on his face as he said that. Geez, what’s up with him?

You look out from the laundry room and give him a look. “You okay?”

"Perfectly fine." He had a sinister expression on his face, as he was clearly lying to you. It was obvious that he wasn't fine. His voice was dripping with malice. "I'm not fine. Not at all. And you know why." His tone was dark. He sounded as if he was on the verge of exploding as his eyes glowed in rage.

“…Okay then. Should’ve just said so.” You uttered, walking up to him before pressing your lips on his.

Like usual. Like routine. Like always.

His eyes widened in shock, as if you were crazy. He had no words, as he was completely stunned by this. He didn't move a muscle afterwards, as he just stared at you. He couldn't believe you just did that, as if you still cared about him.

The fact that he didn't immediately kiss you back should tell you, though, how he felt at the moment. He was…confused.

You pull away, noticing how absent he was. “What? Am I doing something wrong? Is this not relieving your stress anymore? Should I take it up a notch?” You were genuinely confused, why was he acting like this?

He had no words, as he was simply trying to wrap his head around what you were saying. "Take it up a notch? How much more do you want than kissing...than..."

He trailed off and didn't continue the sentence. He looked shocked, clearly not expecting the direction of the conversation to take a turn like this.

“Are you not used to it by now? Whenever you’re feeling frustrated, you’d always want this.”

"Used to it? I...you..." He was at a complete loss for words this time. After a moment, he cleared his throat. "You just...just don't care at all, do you?" He chuckled, before stopping again and looking at you seriously.

“Huh? We made an agreement? That you’d release your pent-up frustration on me?” You were lost at this point, wondering if he had bumped his head or something.

He paused for a moment, as he recalled the agreement that he had made with you. You're right...you're right...he had agreed to it...

"I...still...it feels wrong..." He trailed off again, as he wasn't really sure how to react to what you were saying.

You laughed a little, “You’re saying that now? After you and I have been doing it for months now?”

He was silent for a moment, as if he didn't want to admit it.

He was a little ashamed, in fact. He seemed embarrassed that what you had said was true. Eventually, he spoke again.

"...I guess you're right. We've been doing it for months already. I guess it's a little too late to back out of it now."

He paused again for a moment, before he continued speaking.

"...Well...in that case..."

He reached out towards you, before he softly kissed you, which you accepted.

He kept kissing you, before slowly pulling away.

His voice was softer now. There...I, uh, guess I released my frustration out...heh..." He laughed a little bit, trying to lighten the mood. But he didn't want any more, it just felt…weird.

You felt…weird too. Were you doing something wrong? Did he not like you anymore? “What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong? You’re not usually this…hesitant.”

"No. You're not doing anything wrong."

He paused again, as he didn't want to say it.

He took a moment to think of how he would say this next. Then, he continued speaking.

"I'm just...I just feel like I'm taking advantage of you, in a way." He sighed. "It's not normal, at all. No one would allow themselves to be treated like this in a marriage. But...you still love me...despite all that..."

“…who cares? I allowed you to, anyway.” You say.

"And you would let me...let me do that to you every time I'm feeling frustrated? I...but..."

"Why would you let me do that to you Ayato was actually a little shocked that this wasn't bothering you, since it was obviously a concern for him. "What do you get out of it?"

You didn’t hesitate, you knew your answer. “I get to spend time with you.”

Hearing you say that, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He was taking advantage of you, after all, and yet...you would still care for him... He stared at you, as his feelings were mixed.

"I...so you don't care that you're being used like this...? That you're treated like..." He trailed off again, as he remembered the agreement.

"…a tool?"

You only nodded as you let out a blank but genuine “Sure.”

Ayato was in disbelief. He couldn't understand why you would allow him to treat you like this, or why it didn't bother you. "What is going on in your head?" He couldn't understand it at all. “...why don't you care that you're being used like this?" He spoke in a quiet voice, as he looked at you with a look of confusion and worry on his face.

You smile as you say, “…Because I love you.“

He paused for a moment, as he thought about it, before he finally responded, with a soft nod. "Right. You're right..." He sighed, seeming a little worried.

"I'll keep doing this, then. I'll keep taking advantage of you without any regrets...because...you seem to be okay with it..." He says, hesitantly.

“You okay?” Your head tilts in confusion.

"I'm fine. I'm just...still a little in disbelief about this." He looked at you with some concern as he lets out a chuckle. “H-How do you not find this weird...or wrong...or off-putting?"

He paused again for a moment, before he continued speaking. "I...I can't understand why you're okay with this. It's as if you're a masochist...and no one's supposed to be that much of a masochist..."

You shrug, answering honestly. It was about time he found out anyway.

“I used to find it weird…had a few regrets. But..I just didn’t want you to go back to your affairs…if this is what will make you stay…then so be it. I don’t care how rough you get, I don’t care how much you hate me. I just want you to stay. Even if this was just an arranged marriage. “

His heart broke at hearing those words, as he finally understood where you were coming from.

"What the fuck, Y/N..." Tears formed in his eyes, as his voice let out a shaky chuckle.

"I'm so sorry..." He didn't bother hiding his emotions anymore, as tears began to fall from his eyes.

“Wah! Why’re you crying?! Are you okay?” You were surprised, you hold him by the shoulder as you look up at him, trying to meet his gaze.

“You’re the one who should be crying!” He shouted. "You're the one who's been mistreated this whole time...and I don't see any tears coming from you..."

He sighed, trying to dry his tears away.

"Why are you okay with this..." He spoke in a soft voice, as he looked at you with a look of concern. He still felt guilty, of course.

You rubbed his back, still confused about what was happening. “Because I love you, why should I cry?”

He was stunned. He was confused at your words. You...you didn't mind being used and mistreated by him...

"Why...? You deserve better than that. Than me..." He trailed off, as he looked down, not wanting to meet your eye.

“…I don’t deserve better.” You utter.

“You do!” Ayato yelled. “I’m a fucking asshole! I took advantage of you! I did shitty things! And here you are, clinging to me, when you deserve so much better!”

“Then be better, Ayato!” You yelled back.

He looked at you in surprise, before he let out a nervous chuckle.

"Be better? How do you think I should do that?"

He shook his head.

"I don't think I could ever be better...not after all the terrible things I've done to you..." Tears were starting to fall from his eyes again.

"...I don't deserve you..."

You shook him by the shoulders, “Then do better to deserve me! I want no one else but you!”

He freezes as he looked into your eyes, shocked. There was only complete silence, before he softly kisses you.

You didn’t know how to feel at that point, but you could sense that…he was genuine for once.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still streaming with tears as he looked at you. “I... I'll try my best to be a better man...for your sake..." He was crying, as he wiped his eyes clean. He couldn't believe what was going on.

"I'll try my best to become deserving of you...and your love..."

You sighed, hugging him, your my head on his chest. “Don’t cry.”

He sniffed, before wiping his tears once more. He tried to calm himself down, before finally hugging you back.

"I'm so sorry..." He said, as he nuzzled his head into you. "I'm so sorry that you still love me...after all of that..."

“Shhh, it’s okay..it’s okay…” you utter, rubbing his back.

He sniffled, as he nuzzled your head even further. He tried to calm himself down, so he didn't cry anymore.

"Just know... that I will protect you…”

"…I will protect you with my life."

As he spoke, he hugged you tighter.

“…I’ll deserve you one day…so please wait for me…”

A few years had passed, you and Ayato are still married. Well…now happily married. You had finally managed to come to an understanding, as he treated you with love.

He still made use of you when he was feeling frustrated, as you had agreed to it long ago. But now you understood each other. You understood exactly what each other wanted, and you wanted to be there for each other.

Even your children were happy, as you gave them so much love and affection.

Children? Oh yes…your nights of fucking paid off with 3 beautiful children.

You were a great family.

One night, as were putting your children to bed, you were carrying your youngest baby in your arms, cradling and rocking her to sleep. Ayato was tucking your two other children in bed. He watched as you rocked your baby to sleep.

Your baby looked so happy now. You also seemed to be having fun.

He smiled at seeing the scene, as he thought to himself.

"This is what happiness looks like...my family is happy..." He was glad to see that your family was all happy together. It made him realize just how lucky he was.

“Stop staring, Ayato.” You called out, feeling his gaze. “You getting emotional, hun?” you teased as you laid your infant down on their crib.

He raised an eyebrow, still smirking.

"Emotional?” He chuckled. "Am I?" He chuckled again, as he reached out, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"You're one to talk." He said, as he kissed you passionately, before finally breaking apart after a couple of seconds.

"I love you." He said with a smile, as he looked into your eyes, his own full of love and affection.

You smiled, “I love you, too.”

"Even though I've been using you all this time...you still love me? He looked deep into your eyes. He was so happy to hear that you loved him back. In fact, he thought maybe now was the right time... He leaned in for another kiss, as he spoke in a quiet voice. "Would you say...you'd do anything for me?”

You laughed “Yes, I would. Don’t tell me…you’re still thinking about our past, are you?”

He laughed to himself. How had you have known? "Well, I suppose I am, although I'm also thinking about our future..." He was silent, as he thought.

"You...you really would do anything for me? Just as you did back then...you're still willing to do that for me even now..." He paused for a moment, as he thought about what he would ask of you.

"You... you would marry me again... if I asked you to?"

You froze, looking up at him. “…What was that?”

"Did I stutter?"

He smirked.

"I'm...serious here..." He paused for a second.

"Would you...marry me again? Again, he paused for a moment. "After everything I've put you through..everything, and you'd still do it again..." He closed his eyes for a second, as he spoke softly. He couldn't imagine anything better than what he was about to ask for.

“I want to make this official. I don’t want to be married to you because our families want us to….”

“…This time, I want to marry you because I love you.”

"…So...will you...will you marry me?"

Well, Y/N? …Will you?

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A douchey frat guy tries to hit on Y/N, only for her to shoot him down. But he’s PERSISTENT. Y/N tries to avoid him until she meets up with Tenko. Ylthe frat guy is SHOCKED that a babe like Y/N is with a ‘creep’ like Tenko Shimura! He tries to convince her to ditch him, until she finally snaps. Instead of tearing the douche a new asshole, she makes her point by aggressively making out with Tenko instead

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Some frat idiot slurred into your ear, way too close for comfort. You jerked back, turning around in an instant and seeing this guy who’s obviously trying to look sexy. He had a toothpick in his mouth, a surprisingly well maintained soul patch and some messy slicked back hair.

If you were any other girl, you’re sure you’d be at least a little intrigued. Maybe even attracted. But nah, he picked the worst target for flirts at the party.

“Thanks.” You replied apathetically, pointedly looking away from him and back at the busy bartender of the frat house. Your face was blank, your eyes wandering far from him, obviously not interested. Regardless, he persevered.

“S’ anyways, the other day I saw the stupid retro arcade game in the common area. I don’t usually play that stuff, y’know, it’s kinda for nerds. But-“ he glanced down at your phone, seeing the background having the same characters from the game. “Something tells me you dabble in it.” He continued.

“Anyways I got like, 20,000 points or whatever on my first try.” He boasted, and you had to stop yourself from laughing. Seriously? 20k? This guys trying to brag about a measly 20k? Tenko could get that with his eyes closed. Speaking of which…

“Hey y/n?!” You turned your head, searching for the speaker before your eyes landed on the makeshift bouncer at the door. Behind him, a disgruntled Tenko with his arms crossed. “He-yeah, Shimura over here says you invited him?” He chuckled in disbelief.

You held your forehead, shaking your head in dismay. Of course he wouldn’t be let in, damn it, why didn’t you think of that? He must’ve been waiting for you there for ages. Poor baby, you can’t believe you were so careless after all you’re begging for him to come.

Taking your head shaking as an answer, the bouncer turned back to Tenko, crossing his arms as well. “Alright, nice try man. Go home and… sniff panties or something I don’t know, pervert.” Even from the distance, you could see the hurt in tenkos eyes as he stared at you, utterly betrayed.

No. NO! You didn’t mean that-

“Ugh, what’s that guy doing here? Saying he knows you? What a creep. What say you I go over there and-“

The show-off next to you proposed, but you were already gone, hopped off your seat and dashing towards your sweet baby before the door closed. You yanked it open just in time and cried “Yes! Yes oh my god yes I invited him here babe I’m so sorry!”

Tenko let out a sigh of relief, smiling a little as you pulled him inside gently by the arm. You guided him to the bar where you were originally sitting, all the while gushing apologies.

“I promise babe I’ll make it up to you. Here, I got us some drinks coming it should only be a little bit.” You told him, taking your seat as Tenko took his. He just grunted in response, returning to the aloof brick wall he always became in public. (It just made the intimate moments with him in private where he practically melts under your praise all the sweeter)

The frat guy cleared his breath, taken off guard a bit, then after clearing his throat awkwardly, continued. “Yeah, uh, nice friend there, heh. Um… so, anyways, you wanna make my night and come to my place after this for some “coffee”.” He actually did air quotes for the ‘coffee’, being so unbelievably subtle.

Tenko stiffened at this, staring at you in an almost begging way as his tear-jerkingly vulnerable eyes just dared you to pretend you didn’t know him again. They dared you to confirm his insecurities.

You scoffed, taking Tenkos hand in yours and showing it to the guy. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m taken.” In synchronize, the man frowned as Tenko smiled, his fears put to rest as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

The man guffawed un-genuinely. “What? This creep? Seriously? You know he steals girls underwear right?-“

“not proven” Tenko grumbled.

“-right, sure, “not proven”. Seriously doll, what’s he got that I don’t!”

“Well, for one thing, deodorant.” You snapped.

Tenko cackled at that, and the guy fumed. Before losing his cool, he calmed himself under a blanket of delusion. “Whatever. Y’know what? ‘Bet this is all a set up. Yeah, bet you paid him or something so you could play hard to get. The bits over babe, heh, you can’t seriously believe someone like you, would be hanging around with someone like that instead of me.”

Now it was your turn to fume. You saw Tenkos lean muscles tense under his shirt, and his mouth opening as he was about to defend your relationship, but you beat him to the punch. In one swift movement, you made the other man speechless as when you grabbed Tenko by the back of his head and pulled him to you, messily colliding your lips.

He let out a muffled yelp of surprise, grabbing onto your shoulders instinctively as you moved into his lap for better access. You sucked on his tongue before infiltrating his mouth with yours, making him moan and his eye lids droop in pleasure.

The rude fellows jaw dropped, along with those around him at the scene. You were sure to go the extra mile in showing them just how much you loved your Ten-ten, theatrically grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, showing off the fresh hickies on his neck amongst all the scars. The deep purple bruises stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Holy shit!” One of the spectators hollered. “Fucking Shimuras getting more action than Davis!”

Ah, so thats his name. Davis. You could tell it was the sleaze-bags name by the way his face flushed red in embarrassment. He grumbled something before distancing himself from the both of you for the rest of the night lest he humiliate himself further.

Tenko had bit of a quiet night after that while you party-hardyied, opting to chill on the couch for a while playing Pokémon Black 2 while nursing on his whiskey. Every so often he’d glance in your direction, making sure you’re not doing something TOO stupid.

And when it was over, he carried you home bridal style. You weren’t so drunk that you couldn’t walk, but you were drunk enough to whine about wanting to be carried home. He didn’t really mind, it was a good workout anyways.

And when you both made it home, he tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead and placing a glass of water along with an Advil for when you woke up. Then, he grabbed his lock picking kit and made his way to the old flirty merty’s house. Davis, right? Yeah, that’s the one.

But don’t worry. He just put an old dog turd on his pillow. A petty, jealous revenge sure, but none the less effective. After all,

You were HIS.

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[shessowavvy]

Let’s be teenagers for a day.

summary: While hanging out in Y/N’s earth, Miles tells them about the stress he’s been enduring while being Spider-Man. With the suggestion of Y/N they go see what Y/N’s Manhattan has for them.

WARNINGS: Teenage love, they are friends crushing on each other, Waking up the Brooklyn baby in Miles, AA slang will be used.

pairing: 1610!Miles Morales x gn!Spiderman Reader

Type of story: “ short “ fluff story

will be taking place after the ATSV incident and somewhat after the BTSV

This short story is definitely not short so get ya snacks, blankets, pillows and get comfy cuz u gonna be here a while unless you read at lightning speed.

Let’s just say Miles has a watch now, mk? Mk.

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It was late tonight.

Just about 10:00; but you wouldn’t know, you haven’t been keeping up with the time.

Who could? Y/N was far too immersed into the conversation at hand and by conversation I mean listening to Miles rant about whatever.

Miles kinda showed up unexpectedly. Only saying kinda because you faintly remember Miles asking you if he can, and I quote, “ kick back in your world “. You weren’t really paying attention. In that moment you were in the spider society’s cafe, munching on a O’Hara burger. Either way you apparently ended up agreeing, seeing as Miles is now here beside you, gazing out into the bustling city while sitting out your rooms window sill.

For just a second, there was a beat of silence between you two. Miles seemed to be hesitant about something, worried his aching thought would offend you in any way. You only sat there and stared out into the night, occasionally focusing on anything that caught your eye.

“..Uhm..Y/N?” Miles spoke up, still hesitant with every word.

“Mhm?” You’d hum in response still looking out in the open.

“Do you..do you ever wish you never got bit?”

Your eyes moved towards his form beside you. You raised a questioning, but playful eyebrow with a slight smirk. You knew exactly how he felt. You had the same thought a while ago but let it go and just accepted your duty. Miles released an airy laugh at your expression, smile fading afterwards.

“Like..y’know, do you ever just wanna be..normal again?” He’d tilt his head down, leaning his head on the wall of the window beside him. With that you’d turn your head fully towards him, getting a better look at him. His dangling feet kicked in anticipation, his fingers fiddled with each other unconsciously, and his eyes averted your gaze. You turned back towards your city before answering.

“Yup.” You simply said, an idea creeping its way into your mind. Once again your head turned to Miles, a smirk on your face.

“So y’know what..”

Miles finally looked at you, silently urging you to go on.

“Let’s be teenagers for a day.”

Miles was slightly taken aback by the statement and the rising excitement in his stomach he just couldn’t ignore. “Whaa..What’d ya mean?” He said while watching you turn back in your room, picking up a backpack.

You stuffed an outfit for yourself in the bookbag, along with bluetooth earphones, your phone, and your wallet. “I’ve done pretty much everything there is to do in Brooklyn so let’s go to Manhattan, yeah?” You turned back to Miles still sitting form in the window, backpack strapped on you. “What we gonna do in Manhattan?” Miles asked, finally turning around and stepping in the room with you. You’d scoff. “Explore, duh” You went to go stand beside Miles. “Plus I found a cool spot to spray paint some stuff, you like that right?” Miles shrugged his shoulders, giving a compliant nod. “But normal teenagers don’t wear Spider-Man suits around the city” you gestured towards the suits you were both wearing. “And I don’t just carry spray cans on me.”you positioned yourself on the window sill to get ready to swing out of your room. “I don’t have extra clothes for you either. So, let’s start with clothes shopping then we can find some place that sells spray cans and theenn..” you shrugged. “I don’t know..go with the flow I guess?”

You swung out without giving Miles a chance to respond.

A smile crept to his lips as the adrenaline kicked in. He quickly dragged his mask on and swung after you. “Hey! Wait up!”

He came to the right person.

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“So..Any ideas yet? Other than go with the flow” Miles called out from behind you, thwiping his webs in a rhythmic motion along the Brooklyn Bridge. You slowed your pace so the two of you didn’t have to yell to talk. Once Miles was closer you took a moment in your constant webbing to carefully turn your body towards him. “I was thinking Midtown” You were putting your full trust in your skills to not fall while webbing backwards. “Times Square?” It was less of a question and more of a confirmation from Miles. You nodded your head in response. “Maybe go see a movie later but we gotta take a late night walk in Central Park” you’d say a bit enthusiastically.

“In New York..? You buggin” Miles’s lenses squinted at you. You shrugged “yeeaah we’ll see” you dropped down only to hurl yourself up in the air, skillfully twisting and turning during your air time. Without a second thought Miles followed after you, getting up there with you quite quickly. “I can do that too” Miles said smugly, showing off a bit more by seemingly laying in the air with his hands behind his head. You giggled at his antics, throwing him a little off balance with the swipe of your hand on his arm on your way down. You’d web a close building, continuing towards the desired store and Miles eventually recovered to catch up to you.

Once you’ve arrived to your destination, you landed on the roof of a building just in front of it. Miles landed beside you not long after. He squinted at the buildings sign “Unique-low?” He’d ask a lil skeptical, he’s never shopped here. You’d skooch behind him, putting your bookbag down. “Trust me, they have good clothes. And don’t turn around cuz I’m changing.” You said the last part sternly to warn Miles. “Alright- jeez” Miles complied. While you changed Miles took notice to the scenery. Everything was loud in New York. Loud lights, loud cars, loud people, just loud. Either way he found comfort in it, it was home to him. He smiled at the thought but his moment was interrupted by a back handed tap on his chest to draw his attention. “They don’t know you’re Spider Man here so let’s go in” you told him before heading to the side of the roof, bookbag on back, and hoping to find an alleyway to plop down to.

“Then why do I need to buy new clothes?” Miles asked, following along behind you. “Because this night is supposed to be dedicated to feeling normal. We aren’t spider people tonight, so why would we wear the suits?” You explained before carefully sliding down the side of the building, looking up at Miles. “Oh right” Miles just jumped down, webbing at something above him the last second so he wouldn’t injure himself.

Inside the UNIQLO(not sponsored)was bright and had a buzzy feel to it. With the variety of clothes, that woody smell of new clothes, and the soft music playing through the speaker it was just a vibe. Miles was about to make a cheeky joke about a distasteful shirt only for you to be nowhere in sight. You’ve wondered off to help Miles pick out an outfit on your own.

Miles groaned softly to your missing appearance, dragging himself to find you while simultaneously picking an outfit. He walked around a bit, picking at shirts and pants only to say no subconsciously to himself. Although his interest remained neutral to everything, he stopped in front of a clothing rack, sliding through the shirts. Just as he was about to leave you suddenly popped up in front of him through the clothes with pants on a hanger in your hand.

“Hey!”

“WOO-“ he yelped in surprise, tensing his body defensively. He’d sigh in relief realizing it was just you. “Don’t do that you scared the shi-“

“Shut up, do you like these?” You gestured to the black cargo pants in your hold.

“Yeah?” He raised an unsure eyebrow at them.

“Good. You like puffer vests?”

“Yeah- I guess”

“Great, outfit picked then. Follow me” Once stated, you exited on the other side of the clothing rack and made your way to an open dressing room. Miles reluctantly stood in the opening of the dressing room, facing you to collect his soon to be new clothes you picked out. You handed him three hangers. One with the black cargo pants, another with a scarlet colored sweater to match his sneakers, and lastly a black puffer vest to match the pants. “C’mon hurry up” you nudged him more in the room before closing the door. He examined the clothes before trying them on. He flexed in the dressing rooms mirror, absolutely feeling himself in the new fit. “Are you done yet? Lemme see” Your voice taking him out of whatever he was doing. He finally opened the door, immediately giving you a good three-sixty. You clasped your hands together to your chest, just admiring your work. “I’m too good” you mumbled to yourself. Miles was about to speak on that but you interrupted him “Alright take it off so I can go pay for it. We gotta lot of stuff to do” you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back into the dressing room. “You’re paying for it?” He questioned you with a furrowed brow. “You’re my sugar baby today, sweet heart” you chuckled at your own joke, closing the door on him.

After everything was payed for you both hurried to a nearby alleyway so Miles could quickly change. The excitement having you both cheesing and giggling at the situation. “Alright. I already looked it up, there’s a shop that sells spray cans just a few blocks down” You were already walking towards the shop once Miles told you he was done. “We gotta hurry though.” You said putting a bit more pep in your step. Miles wasn’t too far behind you, avoiding bumping into people who walked the sidewalk. “Why?” He asked with concern. “We gotta take the next train to midtown so the fun can began” He nodded even though you couldn’t see it behind you.

On the walk there Miles almost got separated from you due to the hoard of people coming from every direction and the fast walking speed you kept. With a huge amount of courage and a frustrated sigh he grabbed your hand. You were startled a bit by it but your composure remained as you looked at him, regardless of your hearts throbbing. “If you wanted to hold my hand just say that” you snickered softly at him. He looked away from you to try to compose a smile that wanted to show itself. “Just tryna keep you in sight” he mumbled, rolling his eyes at you. You laughed at his failing attempt to hide a bashful smile from you. You intertwined your fingers into his, locking the hand hold as your quickened pace continued. Miles would never admit it but he was freaking out internally.

Inside the store you both hurriedly picked out paint colors, which Miles bought this time. You’d stuff the spray cans inside your backpack before checking your phone for the time. Your eyes widened at the time. “The train comes in 10 minutes! We’ll make it if we run!” For as fast as you said those words before running out the door he could’ve sworn you were speaking a whole different language. With the same sense of urgency, Miles chased after you. Swiftly dodging and ducking people on the streets, you both hightailed it to the nearest subway. You hit a sharp turn into the stairwell entrance to the subway stop, skipping steps by jumping down. Behind you, Miles almost slipped trying to make your unexpected turn. He grabbed onto the railing, using that as support to launch himself down the stairs with you.

Miles managed to get beside you. “You paying to get in?” The adrenaline you both have being the only thing carrying you to keep going forward besides the spider powers. You took notice to the Fare-System machine you were approaching.

You scoffed at the thought of paying. “Hell nah.”

“Great minds think alike”

With that, one after another, Miles and you easily jumped over the fare gates. (Don’t try this at home)

Made it with just less than 3 minutes to spare before the train came. Completely out of breath, you leaned against the wall to catch your breath while Miles crouched down, hands on knees and head slumped. “We..made it” you mumbled between breathes. Miles weakly raised a celebratory fist. “Woo-hoo” Miles spoke dryly.

The intercom grabbed your attention, announcing that the train was approaching. You lifted yourself off of the wall and walked closer to Miles. You patted his back softly to get him up. “C’mon trains coming” with a big huff Miles also lifted himself up.

Once the train arrived you both immediately took notice to crowded cart you two gotten. Both sighed heavily before entering the train.

You took an open space just in front of a taken seat, leaning against the pole behind you. Miles took the space in front of you. He didn’t even get time to get comfortable as he was pushed forward by more oncoming people. Because of that Miles is now closely in front of you, barely a shuffle away. The train moving caused him to instinctively grab onto the horizontal railing just above you, ever so slightly closing the distance between the two. He nervously looked anywhere but down at you while you quietly giggled at his nervousness.

A couple stops later you took notice to Miles’ zoned out stare into the ceiling. “Miles?” You softly called for him, causing him to finally look down at you. His eyes lidded as he looked at you, seems he’s still lost in thought. “You alright?”

He’d chuckle. “Mhm” he paused for a second, subconsciously examining your face “just daydreaming” a soft smile appearing on his face. The smile was contagious as you did the same. “Mk, just checking on ya”

Though the conversation was over you both seemed to not be able to look away. Staring deeply into each other, looking at either lips every now and then. Before the moment could escalate it was ruined by the shuffling of the people in the seat behind Y/N, getting off at the current stop. Now that there were seats open Y/N and Miles took a seat. Recovering from that tense moment was a little difficult for them, unsure of what to do next.

“Uhm..just two more stops” you were the first to speak up.

“Yeah yeah cool-“ Miles said, fidgeting with his pants.

It wasn’t too long before the two gotten to Times Square.

The atmosphere was absolutely exciting. From the big screens that played multiple advertisements to the bustle of noisy people in the area. You looked at Miles with excitement beaming in your eyes, his own reflecting the same when he looked at you.

“Where should we start?”

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The night you two shared together while in Times Square felt unreal. You both went to an arcade filled with things to do. Miles spent 10 minutes trying to win you a small plushie out of the claw machine, regardless if it was a complete scam.

Your eyes rolled at Miles’s persistence “Miles. The game is made to take your mon-“

“SHHH- let me focus, I got it!”

Eventually he did get your plush toy but with the cost of your game card being spent out. You didn’t want to spend all your money in one place so you guys moved on to the next activity. The next activity turned out to be messing around in an antique shop, then to a skating rink. The skating rink was mutually both of your favorites and not because of the amount of times you two fell but for the amount of touching needed. Whether it was grabbing onto Miles before you fell again or when you helped Miles back up, every touch ignited a spark in each other. It could have just been the thrill of the moment but you weren’t satisfied with that answer. It felt great regardless.

The two decided to end the night by heading to the spot Y/N said they found to put up some art. “It’s on the roof?” Miles asked as he followed up the shaky ladder on the fire escape. “We’re climbing up, aren’t we?” You pulled yourself up onto the roof of the abandoned building, turning around to lift Miles up. “Ay. Keep the sarcasm to yourself, I’ve had enough of that tonight” Miles chuckled, observing the big blank canvas of a smooth concrete wall. “Not bad” Miles smirked as he turned to you, pointing a thumb at the wall. “Yeah I know” you pulled your backpack off your back, setting it down in front of you. “You know what you’re gonna paint?” You’d ask him, taking the spray cans out one by one.

“Of course.”

“Cool. here” you passed him an earplug, turning on some music while you two did your thing.

It was peaceful. Just you and Miles letting your creativity shine on the hard wall with music playing softly in your ears. Miles took a moment to look at you. He admired how focused yet relaxed you looked as you waved the spray can about.

Once you two finished up, you both stepped back to admire the artwork. Without even having to look at each other you both initiated a fist bump, silently praising yourselves.

Miles wasn’t ready for the night the end, he wanted just a little bit more of your time. “Uuh..how bout that walk in the park you were talkin’ bout?” He sent a stupid smile your way as he looked at you. “Oh now you wanna go on a walk.” Although said with feigned annoyance, you smiled.

“Alright let’s go” you shrugged, now packing up.

Miles took a quick picture before leaving.

The walk in Central Park was quite calming. The two of you munched on deli sandwiches, which you got on the way there, and talked about anything.

“So, Miles, how’s it feeling to be a normal teenager?” You asked, softly bumping him in the hips with your own.

“I do love being spider man but this feels..amazing” he emphasized his emotions further with a big smile and hand movements. You laughed at his movements, smile fading as a thought came to mind. “Did you..ever make up with your other spider buddies?..”

The moment of silence and the saddened expression on Miles’s face makes you regret asking. You only heard about the story of Miguel chasing Miles down and what happened, you never heard Miles talk about his friends afterwards. Where were you during the chase? In your earth dealing with your own problems.

“Of course I forgave them but- y’know..hard to forget” Miles spoke in a low tone, almost a whisper. Miles sighed, looking at you with a smile. He didn’t want that to ruin the mood. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and giving you a small shake. “Don’t sweat it though, I got you now” you giggled, face warming up at the touch. “Yeah yeah”

“We gotta get you back home, it’s getting late” Miles spoke up after a few minutes of more walking. You muffled an “ok” as you stuffed the rest of your sandwich in your mouth. After you swallowed down the meal you sped up a bit to get in front of Miles, turning around and now walking backwards. “Before you do go, you wanna chill out in my room and listen to music?”

“Uuuuh” Miles was concerned about being gone too long that his mom would notice but he couldn’t say no to you. With a content snicker he agreed.

Now home, in your sleep wear, and comfortable on your bed, you laid out on your back with your head just off the edge of the bed. Miles made himself comfortable on some blankets on the floor, he was on his back as well. The music played quietly in the back as the two took in the peaceful moment.

“Hey, Y/N..”

You turned onto your stomach, head laying on crossed arms as you looked at Miles. “Wassup?”

“Thank you..for tonight” He gave you a closed mouth smile, returning your gaze.

You smiled back as you let the weighing feeling of sleep drag your eyes closed. “Anytime Miles.”

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Sorry for any possible typos or spelling mistakes😬

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[daryldamnson]

Caught Up In You

summary: jason manages to corner you at a party. you’re saved by a knight in shining leather jacket who does very well at playing boyfriend. maybe too well. fem!reader

quote from the vampire diaries: "you seem nervous" / "i'm not nervous, i just don't like you"

word count: 2k

title from caught up in you by 38 special

It was a rookie move - separating from the pack.

It’s gross to think of yourself as prey that needs to stick together, but when the basketball team insists on acting like predators - stalking around the room for some poor, unsuspecting girl to push their affections on - then it was all too easy to recognise yourself as prey.

Especially when one of them has you cornered in the empty back room.

“You look exceptionally pretty tonight.”

It’s a compliment, but something about its delivery gives you the ick.  Maybe it’s because you know he’s only saying it as a means to an end, maybe it’s because you know he probably would’ve used the exact same line on any other girl were she in your place.

Maybe it’s just because Jason himself gives you the ick.

“Thanks, Jason,” you say, boredom practically dripping from your tone.  You’re too polite to not thank him, but rude enough to make it clear you don’t want to talk to him.

He doesn’t take the hint.  Somehow, you’d thought he wouldn’t.

“Noticed you’ve been hanging around Harrington a lot lately,” he starts, clearly expecting you to speak up and continue the conversation.

You’re sorely tempted to snap back so? or why the fuck do you care? but you stop yourself in time.  You won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.

The silence stretches about three beats too long past comfortable but you power through, picking up various bottles as if in indecision just to avoid looking at him.  He clears his throat awkwardly before stepping even closer and almost leaning into you.

Neither of you notice the quiet creak of a door or the figure making its way into the room.

This close you can smell his expensive cologne - it’s nice, in the way most expensive things are, but to you all it stinks of is desperation.

You want to tell him that but before you can he places a hand over yours on the bottle of soda you’re feigning an interest in and speaks, smarm oozing from every word.

“You seem nervous.”

Your hand slips out from under his as you finally turn to look at him over your shoulder, all polite pretence thrown out at his presumptuous touch.

“I’m not nervous, I just don’t like you.”

Jason lets out a choked sound of shock and, feeling a little like you’re living in surround sound you hear a choke behind you as well.  It’s Eddie Munson, frozen in position at the back door, glee lighting up his chocolate-brown eyes when they lock yours in a gaze.

He’s clearly attempting to temper the smile stretching at his lips but all that does is highlight the lines of his dimples.  Your eyes remain locked with his for what was probably a moment too long before you twist back to see Jason’s face speckled with embarrassed red splotches.

He’s glaring straight over your shoulder at Eddie and you take his momentary distraction to slip a few steps backwards.

Away from Jason; towards Eddie.

Two sets of eyes flick to you and track the movement.  It’s eerie how different two gazes can be in a mirror image.  One humiliated and angry, the other amused and kind.

You know which one you prefer.

Especially when Jason spits out a venomous “What the fuck are you doing here, Munson?  I know you weren’t invited.  You never are.”

There’s a look that crosses Eddie’s face - something hard but so softly sad at the same time - for barely even half a second before he’s shooting Jason a grin so clearly intended to wind him up.  You’d almost think you’d imagined it if you hadn’t been staring so intently.

He’s pretty in a way you’d never really taken the time to notice before.

Huh.

“Well, actually, Carver, I was just—”

“Looking for me,” you cut him off in what has to be an act of madness.  You send Eddie a slightly pleading look as you continue, “right?  Babe?”

The term of endearment comes just a moment too late to be believable but Jason’s too in shock to notice.

So is Eddie, based on the wide-eyed look he shoots at you before he schools his expression.

You don’t know this, but he’s a sucker for the puppy-dog eyes - especially when they’re coming from a pretty girl (or Steve Harrington, apparently, but that’s a different story) - so he’s immediately on board, stepping forward to slip one hand onto your shoulder.

There’s a moment where he panics.  He’d gone for the most neutral touch he could think of, and you’d certainly wanted him to play along, but maybe he’s overstepped anyway?  It’s a very strange and new situation to be in - the role of boyfriend, real or not - he’s not entirely sure how to play it up as realistic without knowing your boundaries in this situation.

Then you bring up a hand to tangle with his, resting them against your collarbone, and he’s filled with relief even as his heart ratchets up its pace at the contact.

You’ve never really interacted but he’s not going to pretend he hasn’t noticed you before.  He might be The Freak but he’s also a man - one who can admit to himself that pretty girls twist up his insides in an uncomfortable yet somehow pleasant way.

And good god are you a pretty girl.

“This has to be a joke.”  Jason sounds torn between disbelieving and disgusted.  His expression tells a similar story.

Jason’s response isn’t that shocking to Eddie, having been on the receiving end of his and his friends’ scorn for more than a few years now, but you seem genuinely angry when you hurl back your rebuttal.

“Y’know, I think I heard that one: jock asshole can’t tell when he’s clearly not wanted.”

You glare over at Jason before turning away from him once more to face Eddie.  Your hands are still tangled as you gently place your other palm against his chest and he tries to calm his swirling thoughts.

“Pretty sure I did too,” he murmurs, not even sparing Jason a glance.

“Yeah, right.”  Malice practically drips from the words as Jason continues, apparently ignoring both the subtle and blatant dismissals.  “We all know Munson couldn’t get a girl like you without kidnapping her.  Or even a girl at all, right, Freak?”

Odd choice of words from the guy cornering girls in the back room, prick.

“Hey,” you murmur, quietly enough that he knows it’s just for him.

Eddie refocuses on you.  He finds your gaze darts between his eyes in question and, not really sure what you’re asking but certain he’d do almost anything for you right now, he nods gently in assent.

Almost immediately your hand starts to trail upwards, brushing over his collarbone to his throat in a way that sends a shiver up his spine.  It’s not until your hand lands at its destination, cupping his jaw gently, as your gaze dips to his lips, that he realises what he’d agreed to.

Oh.

Nervously excited, Eddie’s breath hitches as you lean close to him, eyelashes brushing your cheeks as they flutter closed.  Eddie leaves his open for as long as possible, desperate to store this memory away in the most detail he can, but instinct takes over and they close right as your lips ghost over his.

The gentle pressure is there one moment and gone the next.  Eddie doesn’t have time to mourn the loss as you press back almost immediately, lips moulding against his for a moment longer this time before retreating again.  

Driven entirely by impulse, Eddie chases after you, lips following yours as his free hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.  He’s not pulling you back towards him, but the press of his hand encourages you not to pull back any further as his lips meet yours once more.

Both of you now oblivious to Jason’s cursing as he storms out of the room, you press closer to him, your still clasped hands pressed between your chests as you do.

Your tongues meet and he tastes almost overwhelmingly of cigarettes.  It’s not something you’d normally appreciate but something about Eddie has you chasing the flavour with vigour, unwilling to pull back even to breathe as you slip your hand from his jaw to grasp at his waist under his jacket.

Eddie appears to be just as entranced based on the way he’s pressing back into you, mouth open and eagerly following your lead.

A barely-there noise escapes him and is immediately muted in your mouth when your fingers grasp at his waist just a little tighter.  He’s clearly receptive to this attention as his own hand slips to the nape of your neck and presses - just enough pressure to pull you towards him.  As if there was any room left.

Eventually, the need to take a breath deeper than a quick gasp overcomes you both and the kiss slows to a halt, mouths parting slowly, reluctantly, and eyes fluttering open to meet in a gaze.

You’re both panting gently, still wrapped up in each others’ personal space as the sounds of the next room seep back into your consciousnesses.  Loud laughter, louder music - the house party essentials.

There’s a thump against the door and you both practically leap apart, twin gazes set on the doorway where no figure appears.  Not someone coming in, then, just an unruly dancer.

The awkwardness sets in all at once.

Apparently years of being barely acquaintances doesn’t lend itself to post-kiss congeniality.

“So–” you begin, speaking directly over his “Do you–”

“Oh, sorry,” you both stumble, hurriedly apologising over each other.

There’s a moment of silence where neither of you seem to be able to bring yourselves to look the other in the eye.  It’s uncomfortable.  Almost as uncomfortable as your purposefully engineered silence with Jason earlier.

Why was it easier with my tongue in his mouth?

The thought makes your eyes flicker over to him, more specifically to his lips, flushed and pink and still a little wet as they are.

“Um, thanks,” you start, clearly surprising him based on his wide-eyed expression.  “For, y’know…  With Jason.”

You’re starting to think maybe the reason it was easier earlier was because your tongue was too busy trying to lick the taste out of his mouth to spew out awkward sentences like that.

“Yeah, I…  I mean, of course, he’s - Jason’s a dick, I…”  He trails off, cheeks flushing as he bounces between looking at you and somewhere vaguely over your shoulder.  “Of course.”

“He is a dick.”

You aren’t sure if it’s the statement or the conviction behind it but something about it  makes him smile.  The overall effect of his pink cheeks, abused lips, and awkwardly adorable smile is very charming and a warm affection blooms somewhere in your chest as you smile back at him.

The uncomfortable air isn’t completely gone, but the tension is cracked at least.

Interruption finally comes in the form of three giggling, drunk girls as they stumble into the room.  They each spare you one odd glance before deciding that the refilling of their cups is more important.

Their chatter fills the room and Eddie does this odd little swing of his torso, left, then right, like he has too much energy and isn’t sure what else to do with it.  It’s kind of endearing.

You’re gearing up to speak but Eddie beats you to the punch.

“So, uh, you wanna head back to the party?”

He gestures over to the door as the three girls walk back through it, greeted by shouts of excitement.  His nervousness is evident on his face as he’s clearly offering to go back with you.

You have a better idea.

“Y’know what?  I think I’d rather go home.”  Eddie’s expression falls, shoulders dropping ever so slightly.

“Yeah, sure, I–”

“Drive me?”  You request, rather presumptuously, if you think about it, but the grin that lights up his entire face reassures you even as it turns your insides to goo.

“Yeah,” he breathes, nodding enthusiastically.  “Yeah, absolutely.”

requests are open but no promises i just go where the inspo takes me

huge thanks to @gathered-moss for being my cheerleader and pointing out my insane pov switches

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[leviathans-watching]

rivals au w/ solomon

includes: solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: glad i had this drafted so i could post it today lololol

warnings: mentions of violence, depictions of blood, cursing

please reblog!

“this,” you say, when solomon opens the door to find you standing on the step of purgatory hall, only half-visible due to the crappy porch lighting. “does not mean i’ve given up. however, temporary truce?”

solomon smirks. “well, well, well, if it isn’t mc. here to give up and finally admit i’m the smarter and cooler sorcerer?”

“were you not listening?” you push past him, not waiting to be let in. “i literally said that’s not what i’m here to do. dumbass.”

you shed your soaked jacket and drop it on the floor, uncaring of the fact that solomon’s the one who has to pick it up, wringing as much water as you can out of your hair. it had been pouring all day, and it looks like you’d been caught in the storm.

“i tend to tune you out when you talk,” solomon replies helpfully, and you bare your teeth at him in a facsimile of a smile.

“funny. real funny, solomon.”

it’s only when he flicks on the overhead light that he sees your split lip and bruised cheek. idly, you scratch at your jaw and he sees your knuckles are raw and red, some still bleeding.

“what the hell happened to you?” solomon asks, something unfamiliar thrumming in his chest. who dared to put his hands on you? everyone knew you were off-limits.

so that he could fully beat you and put you in your place himself. only because of that. everyone knew how much the two of you hate one another- diavolo rules the devildom, the sun never rises in the east, and solomon and mc hate one another.

you roll your eyes. “don’t get your panties in a twist, but some witches tried to start shit. i, obviously, put an end to it. but i can’t go back to the house of lamentation, because, well, you know the boys and i just do not have the energy to deal with them right now.”

“so you came here?”

something in his tone must have clued you into his disbelief because you fix him with a stare. “not as my first choice. but the library is closed, i can’t go outside because of the rain, and the restaurant i was at kicked me out because i-” you form air quotes “-was scaring the other customers and making them loose business.”

“huh,” solomon says. “i didn’t know restaurants in the devildom would do that sort of thing?”

“i know right?” you agree, throwing your hands in the air. “they literally serve live sacrifices but this is too far?”

your sneer causes your lip to begin to bleed again, and you curse, staunching the flow on your sleeve.

“disgusting,” solomon mutters, fetching you a kleenex from the box literally right by your arm. “here, use this.”

you don’t bother to thank him, not that he expected anything different.

“you should probably disinfect all of that,” solomon eventually says, gesturing generally to your injuries. “there’s first aide in the bathroom under the sink.”

“what,” you say mockingly, “not going to offer to bandage me up yourself?”

he scowls. “not unless you want me to be generous with the peroxide.”

you chuckle then, and he smiles, before catching himself. what’s he doing, joking around with you? you two are rivals. rivals! not friends, or anything else like it.

you disappear into the bathroom, but leave the door open.

“wait,” solomon says, “how’d you know where the bathroom is?”

you fix him with a dry look. “i’ve been here before.”

“what? why?”

“to snoop through your room and steal all of your secrets, obviously. no, dipshit, simeon invited me over.”

“that bastard,” he hisses, and you smirk.

“what? mad that your friend likes me more than you?”

“in your dreams,” he scoffs back, and you stick out your tongue. the effect is somewhat ghoulish due to the bruises and blood and everything, but his gut still fills with something warm. almost endeared.

get a grip, he thinks furiously, looking away and hoping you don’t see his blush. his angry blush, because he hates you. really, really hates you.

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[cevansbrat0007]

The Green Light: Teaser

Summary: Teaser. Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet?

Warnings: Smut, Husband Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Full story coming soon! Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car.

2 Missed Calls - Andy Bear

3 New Texts - Andy Bear

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me. 

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring. 

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes. 

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.  

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now. 

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk. 

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”  

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long. 

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy. 

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…” 

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt. 

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…” 

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

END TEASER

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[adastra121]

Alon the Stray Hound

I redesigned my Touchstarved Hound!MC to have more of a showman-y vibe, since they’re a magician. Do you believe in the heart of the cards?

Pronouns: Usually uses She/They, but they’re honestly fine with any pronouns Birthday: November 30 Height: 4’11 / 150cm Personality: So a bleeding heart, unwarranted hero complex, and astounding immaturity walk into the Wick and see that their good friends, dignity and self-preservation couldn’t make it… Likes: Street food, dancing, rowdy taverns, making friends, pranks, adventure Dislikes: Rules, rich people, rainy days, boredom, bullies Fatal flaw: Would turn her self-destruction into a joke, but hey, at least it’d make for a decent stand-up routine in hell Other: She has a terrible singing voice that was once mistakenly reported as a Soulless attack — by the end of the song, the neighbours probably preferred a Soulless attack. Quote: “Look, buddy, I’m no stranger to failure — ideally, you don’t, but if you do, best to have fun with it, yeah?”

More about them below:

Alon is cheerful, mischievous, and outgoing. They love to make new friends wherever they are.

She’s restless, never stays in one place, and fidgets a lot, so she practised sleight of hand from a young age. It came in handy haha for thieving, but they’ve also become quite good at street magic. It’s not the real thing, of course, but it opens up busking as an option to earn coin (and get close enough to unsuspecting rich folks’ pockets in the process)

They specialize in street magic, which combines close-up, stage, and platform magic. They also do escapology (good at picking locks and getting out of sticky situations) and comedy magic (they don't shut up).

She has a lucky deck of cards that she usually shuffles and fidgets with.

As a trickster and magician, she tends to use tricks, jokes, and the unexpected in confrontations. They’re hard to catch, easy to miss—

Her fighting style is summarized by that one clip with RDJ as Sherlock where he keeps discombobulating his opponent (give or take ten hours).

Unlike my other MCs, Alon has no specific reservations about Monsters. It’s kind of hard to when you’ve been threatened, abused, and betrayed by humans your entire life. Like, at that point, what worse could a Monster do to you? Anything they try, you guarantee a non-Monster already attempted.

100% the kind of person to, at someone pointing a knife at them, go, “Well. This night just took a sharp turn.” or “What’re you gonna do, stab me? …Damn, they actually stabbed me.” *surprised pikachu face*

They have a knack for breaking into places they shouldn’t be, like a persistent raccoon that keeps finding its way into your trash or attic. Back with their old crew, she was usually the one who could squeeze into the tight spaces as the smallest thief. So yeah, the Senobium being locked to outsiders is a bit of a hiccup in her plans, but they’re not deterred.

You’d think Alon would be more reserved and distant because of their curse, but they’re actually a very physically affectionate person

Not to say they’re not cautious about it — she always keeps their hands bandaged or covered — she’s just found ways to give people physical affection without the use of her hands. They’d jokingly bump shoulders with someone. They’d lean on someone to physically comfort them. They nuzzle their head against their loved ones.

She doesn’t usually let strangers initiate physical contact, not necessarily because she’s uncomfortable with it, it’s usually for their own safety. Strangers don’t know them well enough to know her hands are off-limits. But if she’s known you for a while, she welcomes the physical exchanges.

They distance themself in their own ways. She hides pain or discomfort with jokes and charm. Good luck getting them to be serious about something she absolutely does not want to address.

Like their old crew’s betrayal. Some of them, they’ve known since they were a kid. They grew up together. And yet, when it came down to it, she wasn’t worth more to them than a fat purse of coin. “At least it was a fat purse of coin. Anything less and damn, they’d have really hurt my feelings!”

Direct questions about their cursed hands usually lead to jokes and misdirection, I wonder if you caught that, by the way:

“Want to tell me what’s up with the bandages?” “What bandages?” “Okay.”

“Pffft, you believe hands are real?”

“You’re looking at the aftermath of a super embarrassing tattoo I got one night while drunk as shit. Highly recommend the artist, though. Y'heard of Rahim?”

“Important piece of cooking advice, don’t put out grease fires with water! …Oh, that has nothing to do with my bandages, it’s just a good tip to remember.”

“I’m saving them for marriage.”

“Bad case of halitosis.” “That’s an oral condition.” “…Real bad case.”

Aside from that, she’s rather open and wears their heart on their sleeve for any potential new friend.

Eridia is a new beginning, a new world far away from the walls she's always known. It's supposed to be all she's ever wanted, but beyond the excitement of a new adventure, she feels so alone it's almost paralyzing.

They go back to the dream they've had since childhood, they go back to focusing on finding a cure, and they keep moving forward because if they stop for even a second for the grief and loneliness to catch up to them, they don't know if they'll survive it.

Her zodiac sign is Sagittarius

MBTI is ENFP

Enneagram is 7w6

I also updated their character playlist. I associate her with more energetic music, like electro swing, songs that you could hear someone running away from the guards to:

“Monsoon Nights” by Sekai no Owari

“One Jump Ahead” by Brad Kane

“All Star” by Smashmouth

“The Hand that Feeds” by The Crave Wives

“To Noise Making (Sing)” by Hozier

“Curses” by The Crane Wives

“Tears of a Clown” by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

“Good Life” by OneRepublic

“Lost Boy” by Ruth B

“On Top of the World” by Greek Fire

“Good Riddance” Cover by Annapantsu ft. IdrysLTS

"Tavern Crawl" by Runesmith, JoCat, Annapantsu and friends Okay, I have, like, a vision. Alon is giving a tour through Eridia’s best spots. The first tavern is the Senobium’s gates. The second is Elyon's brothel (mostly because of the singer being unable to pay and how fitting “Rail-Away” is for a brothel). The third is the Seaspring (“Don’t be surprised by what lurks on inside and really, don’t fight it. Believe me, I tried.” to describe our pal Ocudeus). The last one is the Wet Wick and it’s their favourite because it’s got the Bloodhounds, always ready for a show (“This tavern’s my favourite, it’s got its own band, and they’re always more than happy to lend me a hand!”)

Here’s their new full character design!

I changed it from the original, which had a more swashbuckling pirate feel, since I wanted to incorporate more of the magician and performer aspects of Alon into their design. …It’s giving Wonka, lowkey. I did consider giving them a top hat but…yeah. XD

As with my other MCs, I incorporated their backstory symbol into their design. In Luneth, the Unnamed symbol is in her bodice. In Jin, the Alchemist symbol is in his medallion and spellbook. In Alon, the Hound symbol is in their cards.

I also tried to include the specific shapes of each backstory symbol in each MC so Jin’s design has a bunch of circles, Luneth’s has diamonds, and Alon has several triangles.

Here are the bios of my other Touchstarved MCs:

Luneth the Reluctant Unnamed

Jin the Abandoned Alchemist

#touchstarved #red spring studio #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #touchstarved hound #alon the hound #alon the stray hound #my oc #my original character #character bio #character profile #traditional art #my art #if we assume that all my touchstarved mcs' clothes were given to them by kuras #we can tell who his favourite and least favourite is XD #alon's the only mc of mine who didn't listen to him in the demo and tried to get up immediately after he told them not to #I originally assigned them as my fail run mc so I can pick all the funny choices even if they're the wrong ones #it's why I make all the jokes like they have negative rizz and they're speedrunning toward vere's bad end #but then I liked the potential for them with mhin and I'm going to try really hard to get a good ending so #joke's on me I guess

[bitchinbarzal]

Happily ever after | N.Bastian

summary: after all, weddings are for love.

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“I don’t understand you sometimes!”

“What’s not to understand Nate?! I drop everything for you all the time and you just don’t care-“

“I care!”

“No you don’t! I dropped everything for you when you were drafted to Seattle, I left my job and sold my apartment to follow you and I put up you you being absolutely miserable every single day because of it and when they dropped you and Jersey wanted you back I done it all again now I was back in Jersey without my home and job!”

A weight lifted off your shoulders, finally speaking your heart. Nate shifted awkwardly infront of you.

“Glad you got that off your chest” he grumbled, angrily “you’re not the only one who sacrificed stuff you know?”

You laughed humourlessly “what could you have possibly had to give up?”

It was like he was searching for something to say “I missed out on like everything it was to be a rookie because I was tied down to, to you!”

Your eyes went wide and Nate bit his lip, regretting how he’d said it.

“You ‘missed out’?” You put air quotes around your words and quirked your eyebrow

Nate gulped

“On what exactly? The drinking and partying? The hooking up every other night? Every Sunday I came over here Mikey had a new girl in his bed! Is that what you want?”

“What? No-“

“That’s what you said! You just said that Nate!” You waves your hands around with no reason, just feeling frustrated.

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“That’s what you said!” You screamed, as if raising your volume would get the point across better.

He ran a hand over his face and sighed “God would you stop being such a bitch-“

Nope.

The sound of your palm meeting the side of Nate’s face sounded through his apartment. He grabbed his cheek which was turning red now while you stumbled back, tears in your eyes and gasped.

“Don’t you dare, don’t you dare call me names!” He reached out for you, to console you but you pulled away “No, No don’t! Don’t touch me! God, I can’t even look at you”

“Babe, please just listen I didn’t- woah what are you doing?” He rushed, watching as you picked up your coat and bag.

“I’m leaving, I’m going home”

“Please don’t leave! C’mon I’m about to leave on a two week long road trip let’s not do this”

You looked at him, breaking his heart as he took in your red nose and tear stained cheeks while you sniffled

“I can’t Nate”

When the door shut he stood in the silence wondering

what the fuck just happened?

When he woke up the next morning he had hoped you were there, you weren’t. You hadn’t answered any of his calls and texts.

The devils were about to leave for a two week road trip and he didn’t want to leave this on a bad note but he had no time before the flight was due to leave.

Before take off you received a text

nater 🤍:

i love you and I’m so sorry. please just call me, I wanna hear your voice.

You read the text, like all the others but never replied. Instead simply throwing your phone away to sit and sulk.

Day four of the trip and he still hadn’t heard from you. The first sign of life was when Jack’s girlfriend posted a photo on her instagram stories of a bunch of denim jackets with the boys names and numbers on the back for the wags annual brunch.

He spotted his own name on a jacket, heart content to know you were there. However a couple of hours later he saw another story post of the same brunch and could see that same table with one jacket lay on it, the number fourteen standing out to him clearly.

It had started taking a toll on his play around Vegas. Nico spoke to him but was shut down quickly as Nate insisted there was nothing wrong and that he was sorry. Nico didn’t care about his play, he was worried about his friend.

A week into the trip you visited Nate’s apartment with a cardboard box in hand. Packing up everything you wanted to take with you. At some point you’d gotten so emotional you sat down on the couch to breath and turned the tv on.

It flickered to the last channel it was on, hockey. You watched the screen as it panned across the devils and the canucks. You watched as the screen showed Nate, holding his chain in hand and kissing the pendant that hung on it - your pendant.

“Oh Nathan…” you sighed, biting your lip and turning the TV off.

When the road trip ended Nate couldn’t wait to get home and see you, try to resolve this clear issue.

Opening the door, he immediately felt off. His eyes darted around the room trying to figure out what was different.

Your favourite blanket that hung over the couch was gone.

Your shoes weren’t littering the floor next to the front door.

You weren’t there.

Nate scrambled for his phone, calling you and texting you to be hit with the voicemail.

37 voicemails.

146 text messages.

27 instagram DM’s.

6 twitter DM’s.

1 email.

You never replied.

It wasn’t until a few days later you called him when you knew he’d be at practice unable to see his phone so you could leave a message.

When Nate returned to the locker room and saw his missed call he cursed, rushing to listen to the voicemail.

“hey nate, I know it was shitty to ghost you like that but I feel like if I didn’t do it this way I would make it worse for everyone. I feel like we need time apart, you made it clear that being in this relationship made you miss out on things so I want to give you the chance to explore that lifestyle! I’ll always be your biggest fan, from Canada to Jersey I’ve got you but I think I just gotta have you from afar for a little while”

Nate looked at his phone for a moment before he threw the phone onto the floor and stood on it repeatedly. Completely unaware everyone was watching the scene he was causing.

It was Mikey’s hands on his shoulders that snapped him out of his bubble “C’mon man, let’s go some-“

“She left me”

“Okay, Nate come on buddy not here”

He looked up at his best friend and let out a soft, shaky breath before he shoved his head on his shoulder and began to sob.

“You’re alright, it’s alright”

The pounding on your front door that night startled you, leaving your desk to answer the clearly urgent guest.

The door wasn’t even open enough to see you before you heard “What the fuck is going on?!”

“Hi Madison, come in, lovely to see you” you joked, rolling your eyes as she barged into your apartment.

“Nate is on my couch right now crying, what is going on? More importantly are you ok?” She asked, eyes fluttering over you to check.

You smiled softly “I’m okay mads, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you I just - my head has been fried”

Her eyes softened “hey listen, I’m here for you okay? I just don’t understand what’s going on? Mikey brought him home and we are both as clueless as each other”

“I broke up with him”

“You What? This is a joke right?”

“Mads i feel bad enough please don’t make me feel worse” you groaned.

She stood there looking at you “I don’t get it, you’re Nate and Y/N. You don’t break up”

“Yeah well…” You trialled off.

You went into all the details. Explaining the cause of the fight and all the things he said to you amidst it all.

By the end you were both in tears and when Madison hugged you, you felt relaxed for the first time in a long time

“We love You, so much! and we support you always-“

“But Mikey-“

“But Mikey nothing, you are our friend too and it’ll take some getting used to but we support our friends”

When Madison returned home that night she didn’t speak to either of the boys. Clearly seeing how much Nate was hurting right now that being angry at him wasn’t an option.

Nate returned home, to an empty house on day three. He felt like he was becoming a burden in their home. So he moved the pity party back to his place.

Life carried on as normal as it could, he played hockey, he practiced and he slept. He did everything he would usually without you. He tried not to think about you too much but it was hard living in the place he had never been without you.

The days and month kind of moulded into one.

Halloween passed, Christmas passed, New Years all without you.

Nate downloaded tinder and bumble. He let his friends set him up. Nothing was working. He hated this.

The next time he saw you was New Year’s Day. Madison had asked for you to come along to the game with her as the Devils were playing the Oilers and her future in-laws would be present.

You’d been friends with Mikey since high school and his parents always enjoyed seeing you.

Michael obviously hadn’t passed on your news.

“We’re super excited for the wedding! And you must be too sweetheart, oh you and Nathan will be next huh?”

Your face went red and you stuttered until Madison replied “actually, Judy. Nate and Y/N broke up in September”

She looked shocked “Oh no, sweetheart I’m so sorry I didn’t know!” Pulling you into a hug to console you.

The hug was showcased on the jumbotron, Nathan watched from the bench, his heart in his throat.

After the game the Mcleod’s were gathered together with you chatting away and Nate overheard Judy speaking as he passed.

“Oh now you’re single maybe we can finally set you up with Ryan, he’s a bit hopeless with romance”

You laughed, making a comment about “Poor Ry”

Nate about-turned bumping into his teammate behind him and poking a finger into his chest before grumbling “If your brother puts his hands near my girl, tell him he’s a fucking dead man”

You did not go out with Ryan. Mikey made sure of that as in his words “I like Ryan, he’s not my favourite brother but he buys me good birthday gifts”

January passed and the rest of the months ran quick.

You were helping Madison out with wedding stuff, constantly flying back to Canada to visit the venue, speak to catering, order flowers. You name it.

The devils never made it to play offs.

You watched them the night they failed to qualify.

You wrote out a text to Nate

i’m sorry. you deserved that one.

You didn’t send it.

The wedding planning soon started coming into play. Bachelorette parties and Bachelor weekends commenced before the big day.

You spent the week before trying to fix everything to be perfect for their big day.

The Friday night was everyone flying into town. You couldn’t be there to pick people up as your own flight out of Newark had been delayed but the team pulled through with Nico and Jack taking point as welcome committee.

Your new flight landed hours later, while everyone was supposed to be at dinner. You texted Jack to ensure someone could pick you up and he told you he had it it sorted.

You wanted to kill him when you exited the airport and you saw Nate’s Old Ford truck waiting for you in the loading zone.

He was leaned up against it, rushing forward for your bags when he saw you

“I thought Jack was picking me up”

“He ran outta fuel and I had a full tank so he sent me”

Your sighed “Well alright then”

The ride back to the hotel was quiet and awkward. Nobody tried to make small talk.

When you arrived at dinner you swiftly knocked Jack’s head and said “Never do that again”

Saturday was the rehearsal dinner and you weren’t feeling so great.

You had put on the dress and headed across to the venue. You did your due diligence and welcomed in both Madison’s and Michael’s families.

Mikey was mingling with people but didn’t miss how his best friends stare hardened when Ryan walked up to you and hugged you hello.

“Please don’t murder my brother this is my wedding after all”

Nate took a drink and grumbled “I make no promises but I’ll at least hold off until after his speech” continuing to watch your interaction.

Mikey laughed and walked off with a “Thanks bud”

Nate kept an eye on you all night long, feeling something was off.

You didn’t look right.

After everyone was sat for the meal and speeches had been done you wandered off to the bathroom and hadn’t returned for quite a while.

A break in the meal service gave Nate the opportunity to slip away to find you.

He found the ladies bathroom, he knocked and said

“Y/N, you in there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” You croaked. Nate frowned before saying “I’m coming in”

“Nate, no-“ it was too late, he’d already made his way into the bathroom to find you on the floor hunched over the toilet.

He walked over, pulling his suit jacket off and draped it over your shoulder and then pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail to the best of his ability.

“You don’t have to-“ “Just hush, I’m here”

You were silent but grateful, continuing to spew for the next twenty minutes.

“I think I just ate bad chicken on the plane” you mumbled, defeated and laying against the tile wall.

“Let’s get you to bed” he decided, pulling you up from the wall. Your body, weakened, fell into him and you groaned

“But the dinner-“ “can be done without you come on”

He slipped the two of you out the back door and called a cab back to the hotel. For a moment you forgot your situation, opting to think this was all normal.

When Nathan took you up to your room and helped you get ready for bed, all normal.

You knew you shouldn’t have but when Nathan tried to leave you cried out “Please stay, I can’t be alone like this”

It didn’t take an awful lot of convincing, Nate knew you and he knew you were right. You never really got sick but when you did you always needed help.

He stayed.

He stayed all night while you slept, his fingers tangled in your hair scratching lightly at your scalp to soothe you.

At five that next morning he left you in order to return to his room and get ready for the wedding.

When you woke up, slightly confused you found a note on the pillow next to you.

morning, I had to go get mikey up. hope you’re feeling better, I’m sure you’ll look beautiful today. advil and water on the nightstand <3

You smiled lightly, looking over to see a plastic water bottle and the aforementioned pills waiting for you.

You picked up your phone from the other side, a few texts from people checking you were ok was all along with a message in the bridesmaid group chat about getting ready together.

“She’s alive!” Was yelled when you entered the room.

You smiled “Yes, yes I’m here I had food poisoning”

“Nate took care of you though, that was sweet” one of the other bridesmaids said, curling her hair and looking at you in the mirror.

You nodded, picking up a champagne glass from the table “Yeah, he left to go get Mikey up this morning-“

“Wait, wait, wait!” Madison yelled “He stayed over?!”

Yeah nodded sheepishly “Uh yeah, I guess I asked him too when I was tired I think I was just used to him helping me out when I’m sick”

Madison gave you a look bud you didn’t press it further, after all it was her wedding day.

The ceremony didn’t last long, Madison had always said she didn’t want people being bored and just wanted to party.

You’d found your space at the head table, right next to Ryan and you couldn’t help but think his mom had something to do with the table plans.

You were talking after dinner with Ryan about Edmonton and everything going on in his life when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

You turned to see Nate smiling down at you “Hey Ry, mind if I steal her for a bit?”

Ryan smiled “Nah man, she’s all yours. I’ll see you in a bit y/n”

You smiled back before pushing the chair out and grabbing Nate’s hand to be directed onto the dance floor.

You didn’t speak for the first few minutes, just basking in each other’s company until you said “Hey thanks for last night you didn’t have to do that”

“I couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself”

“I’m not your problem anymore Nate”

“Not by my choice” he noted and you huffed “Nathan-“

“No, please just hear me out because I’ve been waiting for the right time to speak to you and I mean what are weddings for if not love, eh? Whatever that stupid fight we had was about was not worth loosing you over. I hate myself for that and the things I said because I love you so freaking much and I was so stupid for allowing myself to loose you. When you left me I was broken”

You sighed, looking up at him for any sign of a lie.

There was none “Nate… I miss you too but you know it’s not that easy to just get back together”

“I know, I just needed you to know how I felt” he nodded.

“Well Thank you, i appreciate it. Maybe we can talk again whenever we’re back home in jersey?”

“I like the sound of that”

You nodded, Nate twirling you out in the dance and when he pulled you back in he said “You do look beautiful tonight I guess I predicted that right”

Back in Jersey come the fall it had been a while since that night at the McLeod wedding.

The devils home opener was packed with fans.

You were sat with a beer in hand, looking out on the ice at the red jersey’s looking at all the new names around.

Your thoughts were broken when you felt something drape over your shoulders, turning you saw Madison alongside other girlfriends and wives all smiling at you.

“Hey!”

“Hey sweetheart we didn’t think we’d see you here, we saw you from the box” Madison points up to the ‘wags’ box.

You blush “Yeah, i uh haven’t been up there in a while”

“Well we thought you might want this back, a little birdy told me you might need it” you pulled the jacket draped over your shoulders off and looked at it.

The black denim jacket displayed the number fourteen alongside Bastian so nicely.

You smiled “That little birdy would be correct” you answered and the girls all cheered.

“Ugh, finally they’re back together! We’re so happy for you”

“Thank you guys honestly, it’s been a massive journey but we’re here now!”

Come the end of the night the boys were on a winning high and Nate didn’t think it could get better than this. That was until he came out of the locker room to find you with your back turned to him he saw the name and number on your jacket.

He groaned “Oh god I forgot what a beautiful sight this was” slipping behind you, arms travelling around your front to land on your abdomen and kissing the side of your head.

You leaned into him “You like it?”

“Like it? I love It” he announced, leaning in closer to your ear to whisper “I’d like it better on our floor though”

You straightened up “Oh we’ve gotta go guys! We’ve got stuff to do. See you all next week!”

You were halfway out the door when someone shouted

“they really never changed!”



#nhl imagine #Nate Bastian imagine #Nathan Bastian imagine #Nathan Bastian x trader #Nate Bastian x trader #new jersey devils imagine

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Sometimes being sick can lead to sickly sweet discussions. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Sick Fic 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x GN!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut here, Mary and reader are sick, brief mentions of coughing up mucus, basically a fluffy sic fic. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 752 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 There won't be anymore Mushy May fics this week until this weekend as I'll be heading home for a few days on Wednesday so I can see my dog's final resting place and say a proper good bye to him. I've briefly proofread this to make sure that I've not used any gendered pronouns or terms for reader but if I've missed any let me know! 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

You groan as you turn onto your side, curling into the uncomfortably warm body beside you. Peeling a sweat-slick arm off your lover’s body, you rub your eyes and lift your head to glance at the digital clock on the bedside table next to Mary’s side of the bed. 7:39pm. You’ve both been sleeping most of the day.

“’M hungry.” Mary’s voice is nasally and congested. You’re not much better.

“Want soup?”

“Mmm…”

Neither of you are hungry, your throats sandpaper raw. Any food that isn’t hot soup or ice cold ice cream is too painful for either of you to swallow right now. Numerous empty water bottles are scattered across the carpet and your bedside table. Great. Now you’d need to get up to fill some more.

“Noooo,” Mary whines, arms wrapping around you and yanking back down when you try to get up. “Staaaaaay.”

You giggle, body shaking as the laughter turns into a coughing fit. You can’t help but feel warm and gooey inside when your partner coos and presses a kiss to your temple, spooning you and rubbing your chest.

“You stay. I’ll go,” they insist.

You turn your head and smile when they take the opportunity to peck your lips. “Can you fill up a couple of the bottles while you’re up?”

Mary nods. “Sure thing, baby. Be back soon.”

You blow a drowsy kiss at him as he leaves, humming as he dramatically pretends to catch and then eat it before he picks up some of the empty bottles and leaves the bedroom. He’s careful to close the door quietly, clicking it shut behind him.

Kicking the covers off your lower half, you roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. Both of you getting sick at the same time was unfortunate, especially with your anniversary coming up. You were the first to become ill after spending the day volunteering at the old folks’ home on the other side of town. You’re pretty sure you caught it from one of the residents, but you couldn’t stay mad at them. It wasn’t the residents’ fault that the staff decided not to tell you that there was a bug going around. A couple of days after you got sick, Mary started to feel unwell too. That was three days ago. Today, you’ve both been unable to leave the bed for much other than to accept to make soup or take in a grocery delivery containing far too many bottles of water than necessary if the unamused look on the delivery driver’s face was anything to go by.

After what feels like an eternity, Mary returns with the refilled bottles of water and two bowls of soup on a tray. The bottles are placed on your respective nightstands and the two of you finally tuck into your soup. The feeling of hot, creamy soup running down your throat provides a momentary relief from the pain, and you’re finally able to talk without feeling like you’re about to hack up a glob of mucus.

“Sorry for getting you sick.”

Mary tuts, rolling his eyes. “As if you need to apologise for that. Just means we’ll both be sick together. You know, in sickness and in health and all that.”

You raise a brow at him. “Quoting wedding vows at me now? You must be sick.”

“Ha-ha.” They weakly nudge you with their elbow. “Is it so bad to be thinking about wedding vows when I think about you? I thought you were into all that wedding shit.”

A pause. “You think about us getting married?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” Mary responds. “I don’t think we need a piece of paper to prove that we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together but a wedding sounds nice. Not that I’m saying we have to do the whole marriage thing or anything like that. I just think about it sometimes. That’s all.”

A smile creeps onto your face. Your pretty sure the heat you can feel rising up your neck and burning your ears isn’t all due to the sickness. “Maybe we should think about it some more once we get better. Only if you want to, though.”

“That’d be nice.”

At that, you both finish off your bowls of soup and gulp down some cool water before settling down to drift off back to sleep once more in each other’s arms, thoughts and discussions of weddings and whatever comes next pushed to the backs of your minds for another day.

#mushy may #mary goore #mary goore x reader #mary goore x gn!reader #repugnant #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

[sonickedtrowel]

🐤 orrrr 🕊️ or both if you feel like it!

Hey so I'm really terrible at the internet!!! I went and posted a thing and then didn't even answer all the responses I got, I'm sorry anon!! So... this is about this fic ask thing! Okay! Here we go!

🐤 a mystery quote (take out the context, even censor the names if you want! let em guess!)

Ooh okay I had to go ahead to my "notes" doc because I haven't gotten to this part yet lol, but love to let you guess. Although I think it's pretty obvious lol.

Now, don’t be alarmed.  I had to see exactly what sort of creature could inspire our Doctor to such new heights of idiocy.  Because, I’m sure you know, Ms. Does-Her-Research, Time Lords don’t really ‘do’ marriage.  The concept exists, of course, but it’s an enterprise of the eccentric.  The black sheep cousin who rocks up to Nana’s funeral in a studded leather jacket, sure, they’d have a wife.  Everyone would be whispering about it.  But it’s very much not the done thing.   So naturally, we both married young.  Rebels do.  And that’s when you learn the real lesson: it’s not just that sentimentality is discouraged.  It’s a dangerous liability when it goes well, and when it doesn’t?  You think you’ve seen a messy divorce?  That’s when the funny collars come off.  No, the real problem is: it ends, one way or the other.  One’s with solicitors, and the other is worse.  And if you’re the unlucky one left standing, you may find you have more lifetimes left to think about it than you’d like. I had to take a little peek at the one who made him forget such a lesson.  Of course, he is a moron.  Spending centuries going round picking up humans?  It’s like, you keep on buying hamsters, then come crying to me when it’s time to get out a shoebox?  Maybe after the first twenty you’d start to see a pattern? 

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

Throughout their centuries together, the Doctor counted every day spent with River as a good day.  But some of them were just that little extra bit good.  Some days, her eyes lit up with immediate recognition of his age, and she greeted him as “husband” before even mentioning diaries.  He did so love when she was naughty, even if it was their own rules she was bending.   Some days, for example, they narrowly avoided being burnt as a ritual sacrifice on the way to dinner, then rushed back to the TARDIS on the sort of giddy adrenaline high that pushed dinner right to the bottom of the list. “We should be burning at the stake right now!” River scolded as he shook out his umbrella.  “It’s lucky for you you’re pretty.” “You were in no danger.  I knew something would come up.” “No you didn’t!” “I did!  I promise I did!” “Rubbish,” she declared, striding up to the console and pulling off her gloves.  She tossed her hair over her shoulder, shooting a wry glare back at him, and very nearly managed to hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.  The Doctor was overcome with such a fierce wave of adoration, his rational mind checked out entirely for a moment.   “Okay,” he admitted as he stepped up behind her.  He slipped his arms around her waist and dipped his head; inhaled the cool, earthy scent of ozone and petrichor that clung to her hair, mingling with her perfume.  “I was just hoping,” he muttered in her ear.  “And they got lucky.  We wouldn’t be the ones burning if they dared lay a finger on you.”

You ask me for a quote you get a friggin novel because I have no self control. Thank you anon if you're still around, I hope you see this!!! I am going to try to write more and complete the second chapter if not before the holidays then very soon after!!

#im so bad at life im sorry #fic wip #river song #the doctor x river song

[squirreljc2]

He wakes up from a nightmare. He’s not sure what happened in it exactly; Dean just knows he doesn’t wanna go back. A glance at the clock lets him know that it’s way too early for a normal person to be up.

Dean sits up and heads to the kitchen. If he’s going to be awake this early, he might as well get as much coffee into his bloodstream before there are others up to share it with.

As tired as he is, Dean immediately hears voices come from down the hall. He grabs his gun (just in case. What kind of psychopath would be up at 4 am unless they were up to something?)

He follows the noises and is surprised to find they lead to the kitchen. Cautiously, he takes a look inside, and… Cas?

Cas and Jack are both in the kitchen, neither looking particularly happy about being up at this hour either. Jack’s sitting on the counter, letting his legs hang over the side and swing. He’s obviously tired, but he’s giggling happily as he watches his dad, who is intently focused on something on the counter.

“Jack,” yep, that’s definitely Cas’ ‘I’d rather be dead than conscious right now’ voice, “I feel like we’ve done something wrong.”

Dean can’t tell what they’re doing from his hiding place, but both Cas and Jack are a mess. There’s a bunch of cooking shit all over the place, and both Cas and the kid seem very invested in whatever it is they’re making. By the looks of it, they had already finished whatever project they were working on and stuck it in the oven.

Cas was kneeling by the oven now, and staring intently at their creation.

“Shouldn’t it be done by now?” Ah, the head tilting. This must be very confusing.

“Depends. Did ya turn on the oven?”

Cas and Jack both slowly turn to look at Dean with a look some might describe as abject horror (ok, that was the look on Cas’ face. Jack just starts babbling about Dean and motioning to be picked up. Dean obliges.)

“Dean! Why are you not asleep?” Cas seems genuinely surprised to see Dean up and at ‘em so early (to be fair, most of the time nowadays getting Dean out of bed before 9:30 was a task that required way to much effort to make it worth trying).

“Y’know, the usual.” Cas immediately looks apologetic, as thought it’s his fault Dean’s brain refuses to let him forget the past if just for a night. “It’s not your fault, man.”

“I know, but I should have checked on you after I got up-“

“So whatcha making?” Dean interrupts. He and Cas have had more than enough apologies for one lifetime.

“Um. Nothing.” Cas says at the same time Jack yells, “Pie!” directly into Dean’s ear.

“Pie? For what? It’s the middle of the night, dude.”

“Um, I-“ Cas is cut off by the sound of somebody opening the door and walking to the kitchen.

“Cas, is it done yet? Because the only whipped cream I could find was the low-fat kind, so I kinda wanna handle that part before Dean-“ He looks up, seemingly only just now noticing what he walked into.

“Heya Sammy. Am I the only one who didn’t get an invite to this little pow-wow?”

“Dean, you’re… awake.”

“Obviously, dude. So, what’s this little council meeting about? We voting me off the island or something?”

“No, Dean, it’s-“ Sam is once again interrupted, this time by Jack.

“Happy Birthday!” The kid seems proud of himself for remembering why they’re all there, and then promptly nods of in Dean’s arms.

“What? Wait, what day is it?”

“Dean. It’s January twenty-fourth.”

“Oh...” Dean realizes. It’s his birthday. This was for him. His weird little family got up at an ungodly hour to do this for him.

“Yeah, man. The pie was meant to be a surprise once we managed to pry you out of bed, but it looks like you did that all by yourself. Everybody else isn’t meant to be here until 12.”

“Everybody else?”

“Yeah, we figured that you’d want a bit of peace with just Cas and Jack after you woke up, but Charlie insisted that she get to see you as soon as possible so she can, quote, ‘Let you know who to credit for the amazing party’. Twelve was our compromise.”

“Except you were meant to wake up to a pie, and I somehow managed to mess that up.” Cas seems genuinely upset that he didn’t get to give Dean the surprise they had planned.

“Well, this is is even better.”

“It is?” Another head tilt.

“Yep. Because now I can make sure you don’t burn it.”

Cas frowns a little at that.

“Well. I’m gonna leave you guys to it. See you at noon. Happy birthday, jerk.” With that, Sam turns and walks out of the room.

“Are you really okay, Dean? This was meant to to go differently.”

“Cas,” Dean waits until blue eyes meet his, “it’s perfect.”

Cas still looks uncertain, so Dean pulls him in close and kisses him. “I love it.”

“Happy birthday, Dean.”

“Thanks, Cas. Now, we should probably turn on the oven.”

“Oh, yes.”

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Dean claims the pie was the best he’s ever had. Cas doesn’t believe him.

#happy birthday dean winchester #happy birthday dean #Drabble #I wanted to do something for deans birthday #so here’s a little fic! #destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #castiel #baby jack #dean winchester

[kaigarax]

Somewhere Only We Know

Hoshiumi Korai x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that loves you.”

Hoshiumi falls in love like the changing of autumn leaves. The change always begins rather slowly. Bit by bit and piece by piece until one day you suddenly realise that the neutral greens have all turned into bright reds, yellows and oranges.

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I walked across an empty land

Hoshiumi stared up at the clock that hung up on the wall. The ticking could be heard throughout the empty home. His brother was out hanging with friends and his parents had gone out on a date night leaving Hoshiumi home alone.

The clock had been a gift from his aunt. A house warming present for their new home.

It was loud. Not obnoxiously loud but loud enough to echo throughout an empty home.

It was five fifteen.

Your train will be here soon.

Your team had come to the region for a practice match for the weekend which is why you were here in the first place.

Hoshiumi was a little jealous that your team got the chance to play teams in other regions but if they had then he wouldn’t have gotten to spend his Saturday with you.

The two of you had spent most of Saturday together. Mostly just walking around town, Hoshiumi showing you around his favourite places. His elementary school. The outdoor volleyball net that’s set up in the clear field. The small spot under the tall tree at the edge of the cliff.

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

The volleyball player sighed.

He hated rest days.

Obviously human bodies needed rest but that didn’t mean that Hoshiumi had to like it.

He had tried to do some homework but was quickly bored. Balancing chemical equations was always Hirugami’s thing.

Maybe a run would do him some good.

Best to let some energy out. And it wasn’t like running was heavy exercise on the body anyways.

I felt the earth beneath my feet

What are you doing now?

Probably bothering one of your teammates.

Hoshumi chuckled at that.

It was one of the things that drew him towards you. Not just your attitude towards volleyball but your playful personality. There was always something you were doing to make other people laugh.

Sat by the river and it made me complete

The wind whipped against Hoshiumi’s face as he jogged through the suburban town. Past the convenience store, past his neighbors’ homes, and past that one weird restaurant that all the kids at school raved about.

Hoshiumi had never been a big fan of following fads but he had decided to take you there yesterday. You were hungry and he thought it might be something you’d like. It was always serving something new and didn’t allow the customers to pick their own meals. The waiters would bring what they thought would suit you and if you didn’t like it then you wouldn’t have to pay.

You really liked it.

Hoshiumi felt a flush rise to his face as he remembered the waiter mistaking the two of you for a couple.

He was almost as embarrassed now as he was then. He hadn’t been able to look you in the face so he couldn’t see your reaction but he hoped you weren’t too weirded out.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

You and him.

What a… weird thing. Well…

Hoshiumi didn’t think he would be going back to the weird restaurant anytime soon. The meal suggested to him ended up making him a little sick. At least you seemed to like your meal. Your eyes lit up when you took the first bite and ended up finishing your meal first.

I’m gettin’ old, and I need something to rely on

What other kinds of things did you like to eat?

He had wanted to try what you were eating but he didn’t want to intrude too much. Not everyone was okay with sharing their food and he didn’t want you to feel obligated.

You probably liked eating sugary foods.

He imagines that you like sweet things because you always have some kind of candy on you. You were eating gummy bears the first time the two of you met (which had been during a volleyball training camp) and brought along jolly ranchers the other day.

So, tell me when you’re gonna let me in

It’s funny. Those gummy bears were the reason why you caught his attention in the first place. He’d been craving something sweet when he caught you sneaking one between water breaks.

You ended up sharing because you didn’t want to get snitched on.

It was really cute when you flushed. Like a deer caught in headlights.

Truthfully, we wouldn’t have told on you. Even if you didn’t share.

I’m gettin’ tired, and I need somewhere to begin

It wasn’t exactly easy for Hoshiumi to get along with other people. His boisterous and enthusiastic attitude tends to rub people the wrong way. You, on the other hand, seemed to like him immediately. You were quick to give away compliments and boost his ever growing ego. Usually, Hoshiumi didn’t really care for people like that but it helped that you happened to have a rather pretty smile.

I came across a fallen tree

He was actually really happy when you agreed to call him by his first name. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

Hoshiumi was actually really bad at talking to girls. Most of the girls at his school were either weirded out by him or intimidated. He definitely wasn’t going to tell you that either.

I felt the branches of it looking at me

You know, Hoshiumi had never really had a favourite kind of candy before but now it definitely has to be gummy bears.

Is this the place we used to love?

Maybe he should head out and buy some.

No.

Some sugar right now won’t do anything for his health. He’s supposed to be eating well, especially because he’s supposed to be playing again.

Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

He could probably buy the latest issue of volleyball monthly.

He doesn't care much about being in it himself but it’s always good to know who the up and coming stars are.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

And you’ll probably be in it.

I’m gettin’ old, and I need something to reply on

He could probably get your autograph the next time he sees you.

You would definitely tease him for it.

So, tell me when you’re gonna let me in

It’s kind of weird. Liking someone.

There had been girls that Hoshiumi had liked before but he had always just watched them from afar.

And he’d never really thought that those crushes would go anywhere.

But with you… it’s a little different.

Yet, Hoshiumi isn’t really sure if he’d be okay with opening his heart up to you.

I’m gettin’ tired, and I need somewhere to bein

Liking someone has always been a certain way of getting your heart broken. It’s like handing a knife to someone and trusting them to not stab you in the back.

And Hoshiumi isn’t certain if he’s ready to do something like that.

He’d much rather spend his days playing volleyball.

And if you have a minuet, why don’t we go

There’s nothing wrong with liking you. It’s just…

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

Have you ever liked someone? Do you like someone right now?

Hoshiumi has never had the guts to ask you before but he’s certain you have. Brilliant people come together with other brilliant people and it’s hard to not like someone brilliant.

He would know.

Have you had a boyfriend before?

This could be the end of everything

Hoshiumi shudders at the thought.

So, why don’t we go

Most of the boys at the training camp were rather fond of you. He wonders how many of them ended up getting your number.

His heart warms a little knowing that he’s one of the few who did manage it.

Somewhere only we know?

He wonders if you would pick up if he called.

If you would write back immediately if he texted you or if you would think deeply about it before sending him something back. Would he just be another message that you read over?

Somewhere only we know

Hoshiumi shakes his head.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

He should probably head home soon. His mother and father would be back and he didn’t leave a note. They would definitely start to worry.

I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on

Eventually, Hoshiumi found himself in a familiar spot.

You and him had just been here the other day. The large tree at the edge of the cliff. It had been his favourite place growing up.

His family had gone here for picnics when he was younger. When they were young and had a lot more freetime. As the family grew older they visited the place less and less but now it would always be a place that Hoshiumi held close in his heart.

A place where he went when everything seemed to be going downhill.

A place he went when he needed a moment away from everything.

So, tell me when you’re gonna let me in

It was his grandmother’s favourite place.

His grandmother was a shorter woman with a warm smile. She always made sure to bring Hoshiumi and his brother something sweet when she came to visit them and was one of Hoshiumi’s favourite people.

It had been really hard on him when his grandmother died.

His life had spiraled out of control and everything just seemed wrong. Even volleyball had become something he found annoying.

Here though, beneath the large oak tree, everything seemed okay.

Now, it had been quite a few years since his grandmother died but this place was now one of comfort.

I’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to being

And now, he suddenly found himself here again.

It hadn’t been intentional. In fact, Hoshiumi hadn’t even realised he had been following the familiar path until he was already there.

Perhaps a part of him knew that this was where he wanted to be.

And if you have a minuet, why don’t we go

Waves crashing against the side of the cliffside was a rather soothing sound. It helped Hoshiumi to steady his breathing.

The sun would be fully gone soon and his mom would probably scold him for staying out too late. Strangely though, Hoshiumi didn’t leave. He didn’t want to leave. A part of him told him that this was the place he needed to be. That something important was going to happen.

You had been in awe of this place. You’d said something about how crazy it was that this tree had managed to grow here in the first place. Talking about the unstable ground and bad conditions. Hoshiumi wasn’t quite sure of what you were saying but found it cute. You were cute. And that fact, of course, was another thing he likely wouldn’t tell you.

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

You and Hoshiumi were friends.

Sure he may have taken a bit of a fancy towards you but who hadn’t?

You were just the kind of person that people liked. Nothing too complicated. There are just some people that happen to catch the attention of everyone and some that don’t.

He doubts that you feel that kind of way about him.

This could be the end of everything

You were probably on the train now, halfway home.

So, why don’t we go?

His brother would definitely tease him if he knew how much he thought about you. Honestly it was a little embarrassing. The only other thing that came to his mind this often was volleyball. It also didn’t help that you seemed to be as obsessed with volleyball as him. Or maybe it did.

So, why don’t we go?

Nationals were coming up soon and he’d probably see you there.

His team was obviously coming out of their region but yours was a different story. It was no question that you were a good player but your team had never been known as a powerhouse. Your coach wasn’t well known and your team was mostly comprised of first and second years.

It would be nothing less than a shame if you didn’t make it.

Not because Hoshiumi definitely wanted you to watch him play but because you deserved to be known.

Ooh, hey, hey

‘RING RING’

‘RING RING’

He stumbled to answer his phone, frantically searching through his different pockets.

Hoshiumi had never been one to be eager to answer the phone but his mother had been on his case recently. If he missed one of her calls he’d never hear the end of it.

He glanced at the caller ID briefly though not actually catching anything.

“Hello?” Hoshiumi answered.

“Korai?”

His heart skipped a beat, “(Y/n)?”

“Where are you?” you asked.

“I was out for a run but I’m at the big tree by the cliff. Why? Where are you? You sound out of breath.”

“Really!” you took a deep breath, “that’s good!”

“Is everything okay?”

“Well, do you remember the other day? When we were talking about things we would regret if we never did?” you asked, your voice coming in and out as heavy breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Well I realised what it is that I'd regret.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.” your voice echoed, coming from both behind Hoshiumi and from his phone.

Hoshiumi snapped his head around, his eyes meeting with your own.

Oh-oh-oh

You dropped down, your body moving heavily up and down.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on a train right now.”

This could be the end of everything

“I” you huffed, “I’d regret never telling you before I go for the rest of my life.”

So, why don’t we go somewhere only we know?

“Telling me what?”

Somewhere only we know

“I love you.”

Somewhere only we know

Hoshiumi moved towards you, hanging up his own phone before grabbing yours. For once, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

But he didn’t need words for this.

Hoshiumi leaned in, his lips meeting with your own.

Fall in love with someone that loves you.

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