#finally got these negatives scanned from last year

[naviavu]

Okay we all know this trope with Ayato and daughter of some Inazuman clan, but hear me out... Ayato and nymph from Chinju forest. He found you when he was coming from beetle fight with Itto, you were laying unconscious in this pretty, translucent dress. Of course, as a gentleman, he takes you to his manor, where you are treated properly. You can't remember who you are or what were you doing, but it's alright, he says, he will take care of you from now on 👀

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES BACK AROUND 

PAIRINGS: yandere!ayato x nymph!reader

TAGS: noncon, abuse of power, somnophilia, implied fem!chubby!reader, manipulation, creampie, breeding, shy and insecure reader, kinda lore-y?, ayato is lovesick, gaslighting, ayato is a mastermind and now you’re his

WORDS: 5.6k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

NOTES: after a whole ass year, guess who’s BACK. anon, thank you so much for giving me this wonderful idea and i hope you’re still around (no mentions of itto tho, sorry ☹) as usual, college got in the way but at least i’m getting an internship this year (yay! finally getting paid lol). oddly enough, this fic was the easiest and least stressful to write despite me procrastinating it the most. i hope you enjoy a darker twist in ayato’s characterization! may you have a blessed year, readers <3

The warmth swirling in his eyes is definitely from his mother, you muse. "Thank you for not letting the history between us stop you, Sir Ayato. I know things had been rocky between nymphs and your clan ever since…" your parents passed away, but the words died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner.” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver from his gaze. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Bathing in Chinju Forest alone at night wasn't the most excellent idea.

You curse as you look around, surrounded by clear waters and tall trees. The night flowers glow a faint blue, enough for you to see a path towards the nearby Torri gate. On the side, your sister’s potion cabin is empty. From here, you can still smell a whiff of whatever Danalise was brewing hours ago before she left.

After receiving news that there are members of the Shuumatsuban waiting for them by the nymph’s dwellings, your sisters have long left before sunset, leaving you alone to bask in the peaceful forest. By this time, they must be discussing affairs with your eldest sister, Danalise, the nymph’s village chief.

As the outcast, your presence isn’t needed. It's not like your sisters ever trusted you to handle political matters or tried to include you in civic discussions, anyway. It was enough for them that you stay out of their way and let smarter and more capable people take the reins. You weren’t talented as Adasia; that birds hum along when you sing. Or Phia, whose paintings and sculptures rival those in real life. Or as smart as your favorite sister Danalise, who’s made countless nymph medicines and healed dozens of the remaining few.

But you didn’t have to be this careless.

You relax when you see your nightgown still perched by the river’s rocks. There have been multiple accounts of perverts-- ordinary men, samurais, and nobility alike-- stealing your sisters’ garments while they bathe, putting you in unease. This wasn’t your first time bathing alone, but it was your first time accidentally staying until night.

Touching the amethyst pendant of your necklace, you silently thank the Archon that no one has attempted to do such a thing. You slip your clothes on.

Well… it’s further proof that even your beauty paled compared to your sisters.

You shake your head. You chose to be alone in the first place to erase negative thoughts that have been brewing for the past week, and it frustrates you how easily it returns.

No more than five steps into the forest, a small vial silently rolls.

It was too late when you hear the glass crack beneath your hard slippers.

You retch. Losing control of your body, you double over and cough violently.

Your body falls on a nearby tree. "Someone– please– help!" You're scared and confused and alone, senses overwhelmed by the foul scent.

Your head spins. The world turns dark, and the last thing you see is pale blue hair and purple eyes.

"--ord, she's awake!" A voice calls out, and your head pounds.

Everything feels too soft.

Where were your sisters?

Footsteps arrive near you. "Good. Ayaka worries too much, and she wasn't even the one who found this cute nymph passed out on the forest floor."

Ayaka? Lady Kamisato Ayaka?

You open your eyes and see Kamisato Ayato.

On his side is Thoma. Even though you’re not close, his familiar face brings you comfort. You’ve seen him talking with your sisters every once in a while.

You sigh in relief, before tensing up again. You were inside the residence of the Yashiro Commissioner himself!

The man beside you raises his gloved hand to touch your forehead. "How are you feeling– oh!"

You squeak and block him away. "Sorry, sorry! Sorry, Lord… Sir… Ayato." You turn red. So much for good impressions. What if your sisters find out that you embarrassed yourself in front of him?  "I'm really confused. Where am I?" You cringe internally. In the Kamisato Estate, of course!

He pays no mind, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes. He dismisses Thoma.

"In the Kamisato Estate, inside one of our guest rooms. You were out for a whole day," The shoji on the side of the room is open, letting in pleasant sunlight that warmed your skin. Inside your kimono is your nightgown from yesterday. Your necklace is still intact.

"I found you unconscious by the river when I was passing by Chinju Forest,” His brows furrow with concern, and you flush. You’ve heard rumors of his cold beauty, but nothing compares to seeing him up close. "I had to take you here to be treated immediately. Worry not, I already sent men to inform your sisters of your situation."

You bow, now feeling the ache of your sore body. "Thank you so much, my lord."

He shakes his head. "You need to be careful next time. Nymph or not, bathing alone in public places is dangerous."

It doesn’t help that the nymph's reputation has weakened over the past decades. We’re no longer the powerful creatures that we used to be. Your eyes remain on the pristine white sheets. “But I don’t blame you. The potion used on you was quite…”

"The potion?”

“The thing that knocked you out, (Y/N). Do you not remember?” Lord Kamisato reaches into his suit pocket and brings out what looks like a small perfume bottle, no bigger than three inches, decorated with intricate hearts on the front. "The bottle design suggests that whoever created this is from a foreign land. Sumerian, even. But I cannot be sure unless we get a hand on another sample of the liquid itself."

Your eyes widen. “You plan to catch whoever caused my… unconsciousness, my Lord?”

“Not just plan. I will catch them, (Y/N). I cannot let this happen again, and the fact that it did shows that I lacked vigilance in protecting my people.” You think it was too much effort for one simple case, but you suppress the urge to refute him and dare not interrupt. You can only be grateful for his initiative.

He puts the small bottle back in his pocket. “With that being said, I require you to stay in the Estate for a week to ensure your recovery and monitor you should there be any long-term effects.”

You freeze and the man gives you an apologetic smile. “It’s protocol, and for the best interests of all people in the community. I hope you understand, (Y/N).”

“O-Of course, my lord! I’m thankful for all of your efforts, and I’ll help your investigation as much as possible.” He smiles genuinely this time at your eagerness.

The warmth swirling in his eyes is definitely from his mother, you muse. "Thank you for not letting the history between us stop you, Sir Ayato. I know things had been rocky between nymphs and your clan ever since…" your parents passed away, but the words died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner, (Y/N).” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Nobody arrived to pick you up one week later.

It is common knowledge to Inazumans that the nymphs from Chinju Forest have been under the Kamisatos protection since the dawn of time, as their ancestors helped each other to grow and survive through different eras. The nymphs gather resources from the forest that helped the Kamisatos grow in their administrative standing, and in exchange, the nymphs and their village are protected from invaders and political monopoly while letting them live a peaceful life. When the time came that the Kamisatos became one of the most powerful clans in the country, they never stopped supporting the nymph’s village.

It was inevitable that one of your sisters fell in love with a clan member. Whoever she was, she had long passed or had gone missing—and even your sisters who have lived longer than you refuse to talk about her.

Rumors say that the Kamisato patriarch was poisoned because a nymph had wanted his love, but he only loved his wife. And so follows the tragedy of losing both Kamisato heads that forced their children, Ayato and Ayaka, to take over their responsibilities and grow up too fast.

Hence your sisters’ fear of the Kamisatos. They have been nothing but kind during diplomatic talks, but you can’t blame them for being wary: the case was never solved, after all. When Danalise interrogated every sister to tears (including you, at such a young age) the night that the Kamisato patriarch’s death had spread around Inazuma, no one admitted anything.

As a safety net, everyone kept their distance: weekly meetings in the nymph’s village became monthly, your sisters avoided collecting food near the Estate, and the staff weren’t as friendly to them anymore.

No one from the Kamisato Estate questioned this change. The seed of distrust had already taken its root.

However, living with them proved you wrong.

Upon Lord Ayato’s absence because of the investigation, Lady Ayaka and Thoma frequently checked up on you. You couldn’t refuse when they first invited you to dinner since Thoma told you that Ayaka was often lonely, and it was rare for her to hang out and let loose with someone else. The staff had been accommodating during your stay, even going far to prevent you from doing simple chores.

You felt like a freeloader. When you insisted that you needed physical activity to speed up your recovery, the servants shook their heads politely. ‘The Commissioner’s order,’ they said.

When Ayato finally arrived home, you greeted him with utmost respect. He laughed and patted your head. “No need for the formalities, my dear. Or else I shall feel bashful that a beauty like you insist on calling me ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’.”

You can still hear his pleasant laughter in the hallways after you bolt to your room. Your scream is muffled on your pillow.

Curse your stupid crush on him.

An hour later, one of the servants knocked. “Lady (Y/N), Lord Ayato has called for you in his quarters.”

Against your will, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock twice. “Sir Ayato?”

Ayato opens the door, still wearing his travel clothes. “Come inside, (Y/N).”

As easy as breathing, you immediately recognize the woman behind him. “Dana!”

You waste no time and tackle her in a hug.

Your sister sighs and pries your arms away. "How have you been doing? Not being a burden to the Commissioner, I hope?" She’s clad in her formal garments, but something weighs down her usually confident stance.

The indifference in her eyes and cold words hurt you. You take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself.

You expected Dana to miss you as much as you did, since she was the only one who paid attention to you and cared for your well-being.

Nevertheless, her presence brought a smile to your face. It felt like home was near.

You shake your head. "No! I’ve been trying to help around the house, I promise!”

Silence encompasses the three of you. Outside, the busy staff continue working around the estate. Some are tasked to prepare a child’s room.

You bounce on your feet, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. “Sister, are we going to go home?”

"(Y/N)..." Ayato clears his throat. You look at him expectantly. "Upon consulting multiple Inazuman scholars, the potion you inhaled was reported to be a… potency potion for nymphs,” He stops, gauging your reaction.

Only the rapid beating of your heart betrays your calm façade. “What… what do you mean by that, my lord?” You ask, voice steady. You don’t want to know. You’ve had enough of potions and investigation. You just want to go home.

He briefly glances at Dana, silently asking for permission to proceed. Your sister, ever so helpful, refuses to look at both of you. Her glossy black hair covers her face as she looks down.

(Unbeknownst to you, she was seething with anger. Your sister cannot find the courage to look at you.)

Her unusual behavior puts you more on edge, like seconds before tittering off a cliff. “L-Lord Ayato,” Your voice breaks. “Please continue what you were saying.”

He takes a deep breath. “The strange potion puts you to sleep and makes your body more reactive to… stimulation. It’s highly likely that you’ve fallen victim to a person’s sinful desires.”

The whole world stops, and the room expands.

Like that night in the forest, you feel scared, confused, and alone.

You whisper. “I don’t understand.” But you do.

“It’s an aphrodisiac laced with a sleeping drug!” Dana yells, voice shrill. You visibly recoil, feeling her anger come off in waves. “It means that some scum has been planning to violate you.”

“What? I don’t…” The soreness between your thighs. Faint bruises on your wrists. A fading hickey on your neck near the back of it, one that you just noticed last night. Dana does nothing to comfort you, only glaring daggers at your shaking form. Tears well up in your eyes.

Your sister prances around the room, her heavy steps pounding your head. “I told you to go home before sundown! Why didn’t you listen to me?"

“Now, it’s highly improper to blame her,” Ayato interjects. Dana glares at him and clenches her fist.

He moves in front of you and grasps your hands.  "I don’t want to delay the investigation further. We decided you can't return to our village until we catch who did this. The situation has worsened now that we know the culprit’s intentions."

"But how long would that take!" You shout.

(You miss the split second of anger in his eyes.)

You plead. "I just want to go home, Dana, please. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen."

"You might endanger your sisters, (Y/N)! We are not leading a criminal inside our home just because of your selfishness," Her words felt like death sentence. The last time you saw your sister with a hopeless look in her eyes was after she failed to catch the culprit of the Kamisato patriarch’s death.

Your soft sobs pierce the silence. "I’ll… come back for you when the time comes."

(Ayato’s hand delicately trails on the back of your neck to soothe you.)

Dana’s eyes widen, and she looks away. You don’t hear her whisper, ‘this is for the greater good.’

You’re inconsolable when the door slams and she leaves. Ayato wraps you in his arms. You don’t care if your tears soak his perfectly-ironed coat.

You spend the rest of the day in his quarters, sitting beside him while he does paperwork. He gives you a glance every once in a while, a hand rubbing circles on your back when he notices you trying to stifle your cries. Your face glows a faint red, not because of your sadness but because of his intimate actions.

He’s too close. It’s all inappropriate. You tell yourself that Lord Kamisato is just being kind.

But he’s there when you needed comfort and safety the most.

That night, you fiddle with your necklace. You vaguely remember your sisters giving this to you on your birthday.

Betrayal burns through you. You want to break it from your neck.

(You don’t.

Instead of your past, the amethyst pendant starts to remind you of the Commissioner’s eyes.)

You lose track of time. A week with no news from Dana or any of your sisters felt like agonizing years.

You’ve become restless. Every day, you ask where Ayato is.

“He’s working hard to investigate your case, Lady (Y/N).” The staff says. Their eyes that once filled with joy upon seeing you are now laced with concern and pity. “We do not know when he’ll be back.”

Being the black sheep of the nymph village is something that you accepted long ago. Still, you thought that Danalise would still fight to take you back because you trusted her as your eldest sister and your leader.

You hate that she abandoned you. You also hate that you still longed for your sisters’ presence more than anything else.

Your footsteps patter on the freshly-cleaned wooden floor. "Sir Junichi, do you know where my necklace is? It’s been missing since last night."

“Good morning, (Y/N)." The old man sneezes. On his hand is a wedding dress, elegant but dusty. The colors are vibrant and the fabric has no frays despite the old and traditional style.

You remember one of the portraits hung by the dining room where the Kamisato siblings' mother wear the exact same dress. Why is he holding that?

"I’m not sure, but I think I saw one in Lord Kamisato's office."

A faint blush appears on your cheeks when you remember the day you spent with him. "Thank you."

There was no one inside Ayato’s room, despite him being home. On the table, the rare sight of his organized documents greeted you. Several letters and a freshly inked fountain pen rest by the windows. Souvenirs from Lady Ayaka are displayed on the shelves, all with no dust. A picture of him, Thoma, Taromaru, and Lady Ayaka together in a festival is delicately pinned on the corner of the makeshift bulletin board. The sight warms your heart.

Carefully looking around, your necklace glints whilst hung on the high cabinets. You tiptoe and pull. It barely budges. You reach out and swiftly grab the necklace that the cabinet doors open.

Dozens of empty bottles roll out and you shield yourself from the fall.

A familiar rotten smell invades your scent. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

You jump on your feet and run before colliding with a body. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here–"

"Thoma!" You shout as your voice shakes in fear. "He's lying! He violated me!"

"What– who violated you? Please, breathe and calm down."

"Ayato-- Lord Kamisato–" You gasp out, realizing that Thoma is Ayato’s closest friend. "There was no one else in that forest, just him, I saw him– and he said I was violated before he arrived, and that doesn't make sense because he was there before I blacked out! Thoma, please, I know I sound crazy, you have to believe me," You tremble.

In the midst of your frantic words, Thoma appears confused. "You're saying that… it was Lord Ayato who had violated you?" He whispers carefully, hesitant with his words. You nod urgently.

Your thoughts were racing, but you knew one thing: you must get out of this place now. Thoma have always been kind, patient, and understanding, so he will believe you–

"--don't think Thoma believes a word, don't you? Leave us, Thoma."

The housekeeper pulls away from your embrace, curtsied 'm'lord' before exiting and shutting the kanban behind him.

You freeze. You should have known where his loyalties lie.

Behind you, you hear Ayato pick up one bottle. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth. “Find out what.”

“Playing dumb now that I’ve arrived?” He laughs. It sounded melodious when you first heard it; now it twisted your guts. “Not the smartest move, (Y/N).”

“I want to hear you say it. Answer me, Ayato!"

You whimper as your chin is roughly grabbed from behind, forcing you to face him. “I get that you’re upset, but I don’t appreciate the disrespect, princess. Now, let’s start.” He clasps his hand around your arm firmly. “Took you roughly two weeks to find out. Guess there's no denying that now, huh?"  

"Please spare me your explanations, Lord Kamisato," You cried out, hurt and betrayal in your eyes. "I'll make sure that everyone in this Estate knows how much of a degenerate you are–let go of me!"

“The Estate," He whispers, voice a low rumble in your ear. "Is mine. Thoma continued his duties per usual after walking out. Ayaka is happy I finally found a fitting partner to continue our bloodline. My servants always kept an eye on you whenever I was gone. I watched your every move, darling."

"Your pathetic attempts to escape will be halted, and you'll end up in your room again. Worse, on mine," You pulled around and trashed, screaming and shouting and fighting before a bottle was opened, and you inhaled that scent again. "Breathe, my love.”

When you wake, your body was already in the throes of passion.

"Feeling good, love?" Ayato sighs, lost in the pleasure. He thrusts slowly inside you. "Look at us, spending the night in each other's arms like that day in the forest."

He leers at your panicked form, seeing your eyes go wide. He’s naked, and in the corner of your eye, you see his clothes discarded haphazardly in a pile mixed with yours. "Nymphs are easily swayed, aren't they? It only took a few threats to convince them to give you to me. They didn't even want money. They immediately agreed to leave you defenseless so I could finally make a move after all these years.”

You freeze and shut your eyes in response. He tuts and squeezes your neck, so you open your eyes again in fear. "Listen closely, (Y/N). You want to know the truth, right?”

“See your sister’s little cabin right there?” You squeal as Ayato grips your waist and sets you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. “That’s where she does her little experiments, no? Did she tell you what she was brewing that day they left you on the river?” You whimper in response, dreading whatever he will say next. You don’t want to believe it.

Ayato laughs, his hot breath ghosting your neck. You shiver in response. “That’s right. The aphrodisiac I’ve been pretending to ‘investigate’. I guess I still have to thank her.”

He embraces you closer, a hand snaking to cup your tits. You try to slap his hand away, but he grasps your wrists with his other hand. "Ah ah. You need to behave if you want me to tell you the whole story.”

“I have no use for your stupid stories,” You spat.

“Really now? Don’t you want to know what happened to your sister who wanted to seduce my father?”

You have no answer. All your life, you’ve always wondered if someone out there knew the truth.

He speaks before you say your answer. “Little one… no one poisoned my father.”

You stop. “What?”

Ayato hums. “It was an accident; he explored the woods one night and accidentally ventured too deep until he was lost, tired, and hungry. Fortunately, he saw a cabin. Your sister’s cabin. Unfortunately, your sister stupidly stored her toxic potions near the entrance door. With no light, he accidentally knocked down one strong enough to kill him. One small bottle was enough to take his life," He whispers. "It’s been ten years since then. Nobody knew but me… until I decided it was time for your clan to face the repercussions."

“That hag Danalise begged; you know. She asked that I spare the rest of you from punishment and take her instead. But I wanted nothing to do with that stupid wench.” He suddenly bites down your neck, and you yelp. He then caresses the hickey with his tongue to soothe the area. “But you, my dear (Y/N)…” He growls. “I wanted everything to do with you.”

You don’t want to believe it. Under the night sky, wetness dripped from your pussy to his thighs, reminding you that his thickness had been inside you twice without you knowing. This bewitching, powerful man is utterly, completely obsessed with you.

"So I became the sacrificial lamb?" You hiccupped. “Jokes on you, I’m the worst one. Any of my sisters could’ve been a better pick.” You press on. There’s nothing to lose anymore. Everyone you knew betrayed you.

"There’s that sad look on your face again." He gently takes your chin to face him. A look of adoration crosses his eyes and you look away, feeling vulnerable. “I picked you, (Y/N). Not any of them. You.”

"After my father's death, I was angry. I loathed your family. I instructed my people to watch out for you nymphs, especially those who dare go near our territory," He whispers, and you reel back. "Imagine my surprise when my people told me there was one naive enough to bathe alone in the forest. I had to go and see you for myself. Then I saw you… your body, naked as the night… your curves glistening in the moonlight."

“My decision was made from then on.” You don’t resist when his hand drops down to your pussy and starts to rub your folds. Your aching core is overstimulated and sensitive at the same time. “An eye for an eye. You shall be my wife, and I will do anything I can to ensure you’ll be mine.”

His hand stroking you, rubbing you in places that no one ever had, has your mind reeling from pleasure. In your calmer state, you’ve become less resistant to his touches, and your body starts to ache for more. Your face flushes at the sound of the slick between your thighs.

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

He grinds his palm to your aching clit, and you moan. “Ah—my lord!”

Ayato smirks and lets out a small laugh. “That’s a good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers, nibbling the shell of your ear. “I told you I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. Here, lie on the grass," He carefully puts you down on the cool land and spreads your legs.

You fluster at his ravenous gaze, staring intently at your dripping pussy. Laying bare in front of a man for the first time—your captor, no less—awakens something primal inside you. “Gods, look at you. Your pussy is pretty just like the rest of you. Couldn’t stop thinking about this every day for the past month since I first laid my eyes on it.”

Ayato presses his face flush against the inside of your thighs, face dangerously close to your core. You mewl– both in pleasure and shame of him seeing your intimate part up close. "Am I the first man to taste you, my love?"

When you refuse to look at him to answer, he chuckles lightheartedly, underneath, full of lust. "I would've known if you had lain with another, sweetheart. Anyone who attempted would’ve been executed and disappeared." You feel his arm tighten the grip around your waist, possessive and dominating. "Nymphs are famous for their sweet ambrosia, am I right?"

Ayato dived in and licked a strip of your core.

Your hands tighten on his pale blue tresses, unconsciously pulling him closer. "My lord, please stop! I don't want this– oh!"

"You taste exquisite, my darling," He growls. The man feels his chest emitting a growl, beastly and unlike anything he's felt before. "I could eat you up all night and never get tired. You’re the best meal I've ever had."

And he does, slurping and licking for what seems like forever while you moan and keel to his tongue. You're lost in the pleasure, unintendedly singing such beautiful high-pitched noises that sent arousal to his groin. His cock is painfully hard, and he wants to break you. He grips your thighs stronger and circles his tongue on your clit.

You feel a tightening coil inside your stomach. You pant. "My lord, please, I don't know what's happening,"

"Let go. Come," He says, and everything around you explodes in white-hot pleasure.

You were too dazed and disoriented to realize that you passed out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you woke up to Ayato pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. "Stay awake, my love. We're not yet done."

Too exhausted to protest, your whole body relaxes. Ayato sighs and kisses your hair, fingers trailing down your strands.

He's proud of the mess he made you.

He cups your breasts and you gasp, body succumbing to his touch. You think it's dangerous that you slowly become familiar and yearn for his touch, but it's not so bad either.

With every touch, you feel appreciated and worthy of attention.

Above all, you feel loved.

You look at him again, naked and skin glistening in the moonlight. His pale blue hair is loose, draping around his shoulder like shiny ribbons.

He's as handsome as the day you first saw him in the Estate.

"Oh?" Ayato teases. "You're the beautiful one here, sweetheart. I am merely your worshipper tonight."

He positions your thighs, opening them once again. You whine when he strokes your tender folds. Between your legs and his is his cock, huge and throbbing with dripping beads of precum. He takes your hand and lets you grip it gently. "You feel that, baby? This is only for you."

It twitches on your hand. You tug it, and he moans.

"It’s—it’s big," He kisses your burning cheeks. "Darling, don’t worry. I would never hurt you. Come, put your arms around me," He places your languid arms around him. Your hold on him is tense. "It's okay, baby. You can scratch me if it's painful; I won't get mad." Your lips melt into his again; your breaths become fogs mingling. "Ready?"

He puts the tip in, and you feel stinging the stretch of his cock that you arch your back and shudder. Your nails leave marks on his back. Ayato hisses. "Archons, you're so tight… Princess, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes," You mutter. "I think so. A-ah… you're so big, my lord."

Pride swells in his chest. "You made it that way. Tell me when you've adjusted, okay? I'm not going to move unless you tell me to," His eyes brimmed with fondness and affection that it made your heart skip a beat. A glimpse of what Ayato truly felt for you; aside from his sick obsession, he was a man who truly adored you and is willing to serve all your desires. "Stay still, doll. Don't worry about me. Try to relax."

After a few moments of shifting, you’ve become accustomed to his size. He fits perfectly. "I-I'm okay. Please… take me."

Ayato goes in deep, fully sheaths himself inside you, and he feels as if everything he’s ever experienced was made for this moment. "Gods, thank you so much for allowing me to do this, sweet girl. I love you so much. Always have."

And so he lost himself between you, the stars, and the mysteries of Chinju forest. He thinks about when he first saw you and swore to himself that you would be by his side and how this was finally the culmination of his dream. He thrusts wild as if memorizing the spots with the most of your pleasure and ram himself like a man driven mad by passion and lust.

"Ah, I should take you back to the Estate after this, no?" Ayato grunts when he feels you tighten around his length. Your spongy walls feel like paradise. "Make you my wife. It won't be easy, but I could clear your name, and your sisters will live peacefully," He reaches out to toy with your breasts, letting them mold on his hand. "I'll give you the best life I have to offer, (Y/N). You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. Just say yes."

He continues, murmuring ramblings that you don't even understand because of the rapture you're in. You feel the coil building up again, and Ayato does too, as he fucks into you faster and almost losing his grip. "Please, let's cum together. Be with me, sweetheart."

Both of you slowly lose yourselves and– "Ah!"

The two of you explode in pleasure, and only the forest hears your loving cries. Your fine nails break his porcelain skin, leaving a trail of red behind. Ayato holds you closer, molding perfectly into each other as you both chase your highs under the night sky. He kisses you again, and you return his efforts this time, finding that his lips are far softer and less suffocating when he’s gentle. You think feel a stray tear from his eyes escape. “Lord Ayato… please take me home.”

"Ah, I love you so much," He whispers. He looks at your afterglow, all dopey and tranquil. He thinks about the necklace you left in the Estate. He’ll give you much, much more. "I'll make a future with you."

#navi's writings #naviavu #yandere genshin impact #yandere ayato #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere x you #genshin smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #ayato smut #yandere smut #genshin ayato smut #yandere genshin

[eroticdarling]

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Private Room!

Ban × Reader

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One Shot Story~♡

× Cw × — ♡ SDS1!Ban ♡ Stripper!Reader ♡ Porn With Plot ♡ Dick Riding ♡ Cock Drunk ♡ Choking Kink ♡ Marking Kink ♡ Overstim ♡ A Bit Of Ass Slapping ♡ Pet Names (Foxy × Baby × Babe × Honey × Sugar) ♡ Rough & Hard Sex ♡ Teasing ♡ Fingering ♡ Face Fucking ♡ Oral Sex (M!Receiving) ♡ Hair Gripping ♡

{S/n = Stripper Name | N/n = Nickname | F/c = Favorite Color}

☆ MINORS DNI ☆

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"You all make some noise for our MVP! S/N!" The DJ said through the mic as you walked on the stage with a Five Piece Rhinestone Bikini Top with a G-String Garter Skirt, Gloves, and Stockings with elegant, black pump heels with Rhinestones to match.

As Angels in Tibet by Amaarae started to play in the background, you scanned the room, seeing it was a full house tonight while the crowd was already cheering and chanting your name.

The cheers from the people didn't give you confidence because you had a lot of it, and you already knew you were going to kill the performance, of course.

You walked towards the pole, swaying your hips and sensually rubbing up and down your body, getting into the song.

When Amaarae's first verse came, you jumped onto the pole and did a few of your signature tricks that made everyone go wild.

The way your body moved to the rhythm of the beat and flowed with the music had the people in amazement.

In the first chorus of the song, you slid off the pole, twirling upside down slowly with your hands out.

When your hands touched the floor, you did a handstand to a backbend into a split, which made the crowd's jaws drop.

You were the one who put exotic in exotic dancers, and to be completely honest, people only came to see you because of how unique your dancing is.

It made you feel proud of yourself not only because of how much money you were getting but also because of how people acknowledged your year's worth of dancing with just yourself and not giving up.

Even if it was mostly for the negative reasons, you still thought positive thoughts about it.

You put your legs out of the split position, lifting them, then rubbing your hand down in between your legs as you spread them so no one would see your clothed vagina.

As you rolled and slowly got up on your knees and did a hip shimmy to the music. The money poured down on you like hard rain, and a guy sitting up front of the stage caught your eye.

He looked very tall, a muscular man with pale tan skin, who possessed a set of well-developed abdominal muscles. He had short, spiky, pale blue hair and thin black eyebrows with scarlet-red eyes.

On the left side of his jaw and extending down to his neck, he had a large scar.

He wore a red leather jacket and pants with metal studs sewn into both alongside shoes of a similar yet darker color. You could also see the Fox tattoo located above his waist on his left side.

The man's clothes looked alright but his face made up for it to say the least, not to mention he was manspreading with his elbow on the chair and his hand resting on his chin, which made him even more attractive.

The way he was looking at you made you want to tease him throughout your dance, and that's exactly what you did.

You got down onto the ground with your back arched and your chest on the cold stage floor, then popped your ass up in the air, not breaking eye contact with the man.

You rotated your ass in a circular motion then flip your hair to the side and when the three beats came on at the end of the bridge you popped your ass on beat onto the ground and then slowly got up.

The last chorus finally came. You turned to where the guy could see your ass and whined down into a squat, then started twerking, lastly getting into the final split.

The song came to an end, hearing just the end instrumental, and got up, then heard the DJ on the mic again, "Make some noise one more time for the real exotic dancer S/N!" DJ Mayday said as you got all your money and walked off the stage before looking back at the guy and giving him a wink.

You walked towards the dancers' locker room to count your money, then changed so you could come back out and be a waitress at a few tables since the club was sadly short-staffed.

You went inside the locker rooms to see the other dancers either doing their makeup and hair or changing.

"Hey S/n," one of the girls named Fenris greeted you in her country accent.

"Hey, Fenny baby," you said, taking a seat and counting your money.

Today, you made one seven hundred dollars from the stage alone, so you knew the rest of the night was going to end off great.

You put your money in your F/c bag and secretly did the code to your locker, making sure no one saw it before putting your bag inside, and then closing it back.

"So whatcha doin' now miss exotic sweetheart?" Teixeira asked as you changed into your outfit and put on a cute long coat over it with thigh high Stockings to hide your outfit because it was starting to get cold as fuck in the club.

"I gotta serve a few tables since we're short-staffed." You said, putting on the red bottom, criss-cross pattern strapped heels to match the outfit and coat nicely.

The dark skin girl gave you a sarcastic gasp at the response.

"Nooo, now why dey got you doing all that? My dance is comin up now, so I'll help you when I'm done." She said, getting ready to leave.

"Oh my gosh. That would be very appreciated." you dramatically said, smiling as she walked on stage.

You then left the locker room and went to the bar so you could start serving the tables.

You were about three or four tables in when you were stopped by Neniko, who was one of the guys working at the bar, "Hey N/n! Come here, girl." He said, signaling you to come over with a smile.

"Yeah, Neni?" You asked.

"A fine ass man just came by asking for a private dance in room 6, and it was specifically for you." He said.

You then remember the guy you saw earlier and instantly thought it was him, "Alright, thank you, babe. Also, make sure to let Xeira know where I'm at cause she was gonna help me with the tables after her dance." you said, turning around to leave to the room.

"You welcome sugar, and I'll make sure." He said then, saying something else before you walked off, "Oh, and make sure to get a piece tonight. He looks worth it!" Neniko said, making you smile and putting up a peace sign to let him know you heard him.

(For this part, you can have a song of choice cause I couldn't choose one 😭)

Your heels were clicking on the floor as you walked to the private room where you'd been called, and when you finally got there, you opened the door and saw the guy from before manspreading once again on the long couch with his arms resting on top of it.

Knew it. You thought to yourself.

"You sure took your sweet time, didn't ya?" He said in a deep but squeaky voice, scanning your body as you fully walked in and closed the door behind you.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I got held up." You said, already looking at about one grand on the medium-sized table in front of him.

You walked towards him, seeing that he looked even better up close and thinking that he looked very fuckable.

"Well, I better get my money's worth," He said, making you smirk.

"Don't worry, honey, you will." You reassured him seductively as you took off your coat, revealing a beautiful Red Two Piece Balcony Empire Laced Top and Strappy Bikini.

You threw your coat to the side, then turned around and got onto the only small stage with a pole in the room.

You got on the pole and did a few new tricks that were never seen by anyone else because you liked him even though you didn't know his name or him.

While you were dancing, you could see how he stared at you like eye candy and how mesmerizing you were by the way you danced.

It was like he wanted something he knew he couldn't get, or so he thought.

As you finished up your dance on stage, you walked off the stage with your ass jiggling as your hips swayed.

Getting close to him, you slowly got onto the floor and crawled to him with lust, filling your eyes, which made him readjust his sitting with his legs spread wider.

As you were right in between his widened legs, you slowly got up, beginning to rub up his thighs to his chest, still keeping eye contact.

He then held up your chin and leaned down with his lips meeting your ear, "The name's Ban." He softly whispered, making you look at him confused as he went back to his original sitting pose.

"Why do I need your name?" You asked.

"Cause that's what I'm gonna need you to scream out for me," Ban said, already making you feel a slight tingle in your private area.

"And don't worry, here's a tip." He said, taking out another stack of cash from his pocket, but before he could place it on the table, you stopped him and put it back.

"No need for a tip sir, as I said before, you'll get your money's worth." You said, earning a smirk from him.

"The floor's all yours then, Foxy." He said.

"It's Y/n." you said sternly, disliking the nickname.

"Whatever, Y/n." He sarcastically said in a voice deeper than before, letting you fully stand up and straddle over him.

No touching the dancers or sex was allowed in the private rooms or anywhere in the club, but you took it upon yourself to listen to Neni and take his advice because he was right.

This man was worth it and an exception that you were willing to take.

He then began to move his large hands from your waist down to your half bare, plush ass, making you feel a small shockwave go down your spine from how cold they were.

He moved his hands up to your bra and took it off, then you removed your shoes, lastly letting him remove the last peices of your clothing, leaving you sitting on his lap naked.

"Damn, Foxy, ya look even more beautiful like this." He said, lifting you up by your hips and pulling his pants down enough to let his erection free.

He then wasted no time aligning his aching cock with your wet pussy and letting you slowly sank down on it earning a gasp from you both.

You were bouncing on his cock as he was holding your ass while thrusting deeper and deeper into you.

Your nice moans were low and filled his ears as he gripped your ass. He then took one hand off and slapped your ass making you yelp.

"Feel good, hm, baby?" He said.

"Yes, you feel so good, Ban." You moaned with his name rolling off your tongue.

"What's my name, baby? Say it again." He said, thrusting faster.

"Ban! Your name is Ban!" You moan out, making his dick twitch.

He then stopped moving his hips and let you take control because he didn't want to cum fast. You moved your hips back and forth with steady rhythm, then at a fast pace.

You were teasing him at this point, going fast, then slow and back fast, making him feel like heaven.

He then put his long fingers in his mouth and went down to your needy clit massaging it which made you jolt from the pleasure.

Your hands found their way onto his chest for leverage, and your shaken up hands unbuttoned his jacket.

His thrusts and fingers were too much for you to bear, and a few more strokes in, you were already feeling your orgasm come close, "Ban I'm about to cum." You said making him stop touching your clit and flip you over on the couch laying you on your back and pounded into you.

The suddenness made you feel even more pleasure than before, but you couldn't take it because it was too much for you.

"It's t-too much, Ban!" You managed to say as you put your hands on his abdomen trying to make him stop or at least slow down.

"Don't worry, Foxy, imma make sure you can take it all." He said, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand and pinning them above your head.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, hitting the perfect spot as your body reacted to every sensation, and your moans with his groans seemed to reverberate throughout the room.

Ban free hand slid up and down your body as he kept his fast and deepened pace, trying to push you to your edge.

Bending down, he kissed your lips desperately as you kissed back, letting him swallow your candied moans. The kiss soon turned into a makeout session as his kiss started to get more hot.

You both were kissing for a good minute when he broke the kiss and licked down your neck, then sucked on it, giving you a noticeable hickey and sanked his teeth over it.

The pain was tolerable, and it made you feel so good. He felt nothing like this, and marking you made him harder by the second, making him consider a second round.

Tears were forming at the corners of your eyes from how good he was fucking you like he has never experienced it before with anyone else.

You looked like something out of heaven because of how the tears were streaming from your eyes and how you looked in general.

Staring at you as he bit his bottom lip to keep him from moaning, he felt himself twitching and the hand that gripped your wrists got a bit tighter, and with the other hand, he stopped rubbing you, and it went up to your neck now having a grip on it.

Not even you could explain the immense thrusts he was putting in his hips, which made the whole couch move, and if this was a bed, he would most definitely break the headboard and maybe the bed if he did it hard enough.

"Where you want me to cum? On you? In you? Pick one." He grunted out, but you couldn't hear anything he was saying cause you were too cock drunk to listen or think and he could clearly see that now.

"I guess since ya too cock drunk I'll pick for you." He said as he kept going until he could feel your abused pussy clenching onto his cock.

"Ladies first then." He devilishly smirked and removed his hand from your neck, leaving a mark then roughly circling your clit once again which made you arch your back even more.

You could feel that knot loosen more and more in your lower abdomen, and with one more final thrust, you came hard. Your orgasm dripped down his cock and he let you take one breath before thrusting again, looking for his high next.

After a few minutes, he found his orgasm and before he came, he pulled out and you up by your wrists and made you get down so he could stuff his cock in your mouth and started mouth fucking you.

Both hands gripped your hair as he put your throat in good use. You could taste his salty pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock.

Your tongue swirled around his dick as your mouth worked up and down together in perfect synchronization.

"F-fuck, Foxy, even your mouth feels perfect," He shuddered.

As his heavy balls slapped against your chin while slurping and sucking his cock you felt it tense up which made you add your hand and use your mouth more.

Ban groaned when you started using your hands, and when you went faster, he gripped your hair and pushed your mouth all the way down to the base of his dick.

You felt his hot and sticky cum go down your throat as he was still gripping your hair with his head leaned back, eyes rolled back and his bottom lip red from how hard he was biting it.

It was a beautiful view, to be honest.

"Now swallow." He said.

You did what was told and swallowed his semen now, feeling his grip loosen on your hair.

As you both sat down on the couch properly to catch y'all breaths, you laid down with your head on his chest.

"Have you done this before?" Ban asked out of curiosity, earning a stare from you.

"I would never do this with no one, especially in a club." You said in a strict tone.

"Well, you just did, babe," He said, followed by a small laugh.

"You were an exception. Remember that." You said getting up and putting your clothes and shoes back on.

"I'll never forget." He said, also getting up and putting on his clothes.

You put on your coat, then grabbed the money off the table.

You then walked to the door to see that Ban had it open for you already.

"Ladies first." He said, smirking as you walked out first, and he followed behind.

You both went downstairs while making small talk and then parted ways as he left the club through the front exit.

After clocking out since you and Ban fucked until it was your time to leave, you felt something in your pocket.

When you checked your coat pockets, you saw that Ban had sneaked the money he was supposed to tip you with but made him keep it in your side pocket with a note and number written on it.

'Call me when you want more, Foxy.' The note read as you smiled to yourself going into the dancers locker room to get your stuff.

"Soo, how did it go?" Neniko said behind you as you grabbed your stuff out of the locker, seeing that you both were the only people there and showed him the note.

"Okay, I see you, Foxy!" Neniko cheered, giving you the nickname that made you cringe.

"Thank you, Neki, but don't ever say Foxy again. It's cringy." You said bluntly and exited the club with him following you behind laughing.

"Alright, I'll let your new bae call you that, and y'know, I got you girl, but Xeira is pissed at you for leaving her." He said, making you roll your eyes at the 'bae' comment.

"I bet, and let's keep the private room between us." You said.

"Don't worry, I know." He said as you both did y'all signature handshake and went inside your car then left.

#✎ᝰsʟᴜᴛ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀʏ。°˖⌕ #anime headcanons #smut writing #anime smut #seven deadly sins #sds #sds smut #sds ban #ban smut #ban x y/n #sds ban x reader #sds x reader #ban x reader #anime writing blog

[lani-wr1tes]

Connie x Black! Fem! Reader.

connie was the love and light of your life , and you where his. as far as you know , you did no wrong in his eyes. everyone told you that this was the "honeymoon phase" but let's be honest who's in that phase for three years.

as far as you were concerned, you were the main girl of his life, atleast you thought you were. of course you had your suspicions but you were convinced he'd never do anything like that.

there wasn't much he could've done anyways, he lived with you and it was the same thing every day. you woke up , he woke up , you got ready , he got ready , you stayed home or went to studios for photos, ran errands and while he went to work , tattooed , gave a couple piercings then went home.

so there really wasn't much he can do? right?. well today was different. tonight officially made three years of your relationship. so when he went off to work today you were a little suspicious when he didn't say anything about the occasion.

you had the whole day set up. 9:30 hair appointment, 3:15 nails , then the rest of the day cleaning and cooking then boom! surprise your boyfriend with a anniversary date from home.

at 6:30, when he usually got home you sat the table waiting for him to walk through that door. atleast that is what you thought should happen, right now it was 11:37 pm. upset , you were cleaning everything you set up. "niggas not even here.”

you went to your room, mumbling all negative words to yourself about him and the occasion. cleaning up the room a little bit then going into the bathroom to shower.

when you finally finished that and your nightly routine, you laid down on your bed looking at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12:30.

sighing to yourself you closed your eyes , trying your hardest to get some sleep but it seemed virtually impossible, the room door opened and you turned your body around seeing it was connie.

"hey mami." he leaned over the bed to kiss you but you dodged it. "where were you?" connie rolled his eye at your question.

''''ok, could we not do this today?" he grumbles. "i don't feel like doing anything right now, it's late and i'm tired."

connie walked into the bathroom, stripping his clothes till his underwear and throwing his shirt and jeans in a hamper. "connie tell me what the fuck made you so tired that you come home damn near twelve in the morning."

you weren't even going to mention your anniversary , you're going to let him figure that on his own. " i was with jean." he plopped on the bed facing away from you.

"seriously that's all you have to say especially today too?" you sucked your teeth looking at him.

"y/n, i don't have the energy for this. we'll do something another time go the bed."

"fine. bitch ass. you mumbled turning away from him. your eyes slowly opened, scanning around the room. you slightly squinted, in an attempt to focus on the numbers, glowy white on the pink alarm clock

you looked over on the bed and saw the empty side of the bed. the smell of food hit your nose harshly causing you to stand up.

you slid your slides on, and walked into the kitchen. connie stood over the stove, one hand on a spatula and the other on a phone.

"mom. ma. listen." he turned off the stove. "; know i messed up so ima make it up for her today. you walked over to the fridge still in a sour mood from last night.

"you know i love you right?" he looked at you in the eye. even though it was dark you were still able to see each other's faces. "fuck out my face”

"and no matter what i say or do or how i act i still love you." he said with a dead serious face. "i get it whitney houston. you doing everything but apologizing."

“and i'm getting there." he rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. " i love you and i'm sorry."  connie looked sincere and you just looked at him.

"I'll make it mean something but for now do you forgive me?" you sucked your teeth and shrugged. "i guess i accept your apology but that doesn't mean i forgive you."

"ima take what i can get mama.”

#connie x black reader #connie aot x reader #aot x black reader #Lani writes ❤️ #connie x reader

[lvlyghost]

Salvation

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: after a few months since his last visit, john finally gets the chance to see the girl.

Word Count: 1.7k

tw: fluff, angst, allusion to human trafficking, NCA, terrified girls. nothing too descriptive. bad english and poor grammar as usual. if i missed anything just lmk💕

A/N: so this took a little longer since it was supposed to come out during the weekend. i was planning on making it longer but didn't, maybe a second part could happen🐸 anyway, i love price✨🩵!

Masterlist✨ | Part 2

She hears it while cooking her homemade cherry pie. As far as she recalls, no one was supposed to come today. No. Officer Davis came that morning at eight o'clock like he always did. He had handed her some new books she's been wanting to read for a few months now and was kind enough to buy for her.

Since she wasn't allowed to give her address to anyone,and let alone type it on some random website, she was always asking officer Davis for favors. He was truly an amazing man. Although, even if they ever let her do such thing, giver her some freedom, who would want to go to the house in the middle of the forest to drop off a package?

Freedom. She scoffs. Such a strange word.

Making her way out of the room she walks towards the front door, but not before taking the remote that was given to her by the NCA. All it takes is pressing the red button twice and she'll have the whole police in her doorway. She stands behind the white wooden door, hesitating. Her heart begins to race, feeling it beat against her ribcage.

What if someone had finally found her location?

I can't go back there.

Frozen in her place, hand barely touching the doorknob and tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"It's me, sweetheart." A deep voice comes from the other side. "It's okay. I'm sorry for not coming sooner."

John.

She mumbles his name, like a prayer, and then opens the door.

He stands there, tall and broad. The same baby blues that saved her a year ago looking back at her. The lines on his forehead soften at the mere sight of the girl. He's wearing that black beanie that once sat atop of her head when the winter had begun that first time he visited her here.

The only other one that knew where to find her. Because she knew, they all knew, he'd do anything for her.

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John can hear the river outside the old house. The rustling of leaves moving against the wind, soon it'll be dark. The humid weather making his green shirt stick to his skin layered with sweat. He inhales deeply. This mission. This fucking mission has been going far too long. But everything they found les the task force to this very place. He goes room by room, entering with his gun aiming ahead and the safety off. Always.

Despite not having execute authority he wanted nothing more than to put several bullets in their bodies. Whomever they were.

A creak echoes on the second floor so he rushes upstairs stealthily. The place above doesn't look much better that the bottom part of the house. There's a weird smell in the air. Like blood and death.

After checking the first room, the bathroom and all the cabinets just in case he sighs.

"Only got one room left to check. Anything out there?" He waits for an answer, in the middle of the bedroom. The mattress was torn and dirty. He thinks of all the atrocities that must've taken place there.

"Negative, Captain. Got you on my sight just in case." Ghost's monotone voice interrupts the eerie silence engulfing his surroundings.

"Copy."

The radio dies and John walks to the next door across the hallway. Except it's locked.

Of course.

"Last door locked. I'm going in. Gaz, Soap you're in position?" He asks

"Aye sir. Both ready."

Next thing that happens is a bullet. He shoots the doorknob and the door bursts open with a loud sound of his firearm.

And screams.

Terrified screams and cries from... girls. At least seven of them. Price swallows hard, his eyes scanning the room when they land on the girl shielding a younger one. She's terrified, shaking, yet still looks him in the eye imploring to be saved.

-

She's hugging him in an instant, almost making him stumble back on his steps, but embraces her body nevertheless.

"What took you so long?" She asks, her face resting on his hard chest. Price can feel the softness of her skin against his calloused hands.

"Special Ops." She smells like strawberry and caramels. Pulling away so he can look her in the eyes. "How're you doin' love?"

Her heart skips a beat. Never gets tired of hearing Price calling her that.

"Come in and I'll tell you."

Taking his hand she guides him to the kitchen where the pie is almost finished. John drops his duffel bag on the wooden floor, contemplating her small form moving around effortlessly.

"I got some new books this morning. Turns out I've been missing a lot. Davis was kind enough to bring them since... you know." She shrugs.

"They're still not letting you out?" He asks with a serious tone.

"Nah. Might be dangerous." Taking out the pie from the oven she places it on the counter between the two. Price doesn't say anything for a moment, merely looking at her, pondering. "The boys are alright?"

"Yeah." He nods,"Had to drag one or two out of a burning building but that's not new."

She laughs softly, taking a seat, motioning for him to do the same. He obliges.

"How long do you think they'll keep me here, John?" It's a genuine question. It's only been a few months. A year, almost.

"Love..." he sighs. "It's complicated. I don't know much."

"Yeah but, but once they're all captured..." she stammered.

Price could never say he understands what she's going through. What she endured was beyond him. Whenever he thought of it it just made him want burn the fucking bastards. All of them.

"I promise you this. Once it's safe for you I'll personally come and give you the news. And we'll go wherever you desire, yeah?" Although it's not entirely what she wanted, she could wait a little bit longer. John had never let her down. He saved her and in all honesty she'd trust him with her life. "I'll tell you what." He stands up, making the small kitchen look even smaller with his tall form. "Have you heard about the town fair?"

Her eyes light up.

"No... is, is that..."

"Let's go." She doesn't move. "Why don't you go get ready."

"John, I'm not supposed to leave the house you know that, I mean I want to, but... you said..." She's mortified, yet excited. A breath of fresh air. That's what that man meant for her. No one ever cared about her like he did.

"I've got contacts, love. I don't need their permission. For all that matters you're safer with me. Come on, out we go." He points to the front door. "I'm a patient man but don't keep me waiting for too long eh."

-

He was right.

It was a sight to behold.

John watches her eating the snack he got for her. She loved sweets so much therefore he couldn't let this opportunity pass. When was the last time she got to experience something like this? Sometimes so simple.

Something so mundane.

Her eyes are glimmering whenever she looks at the different attractions at the fair. John takes a long drink from his beer bottle. Right hand finding her lower back whenever she's about to bump into some other person when she's distracted.

"You like it huh?" She looks at him confused. He points the stuffed otter in her left hand. A smile crossed her features.

"I do. And I still don't know how you did it... I mean, I guess being in the military does help when you try to shoot a moving horse toy at the fair to win something." She laughs, embarrassed about what she just said. She thinks she sounds stupid, almost making her want to hit her head against the nearest tree.

He smiles, the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes more prominent than the last time she'd seen him.

"I guess it does, love." He agrees wholeheartedly.

"How long are you going to stay?"

Price looks down at her when she stops before the ferris wheel. The wind blows her hair swiftly. What was that in the air? Her perfume?

"For as long as I can, dear." He takes a strand of hair in his hand, and gently put it behind her ear.

There she is.

"John..." she breathes. "I feel so lonely when you're gone." The grip on the stuffed animal tightens. "I've no one. If it wasn't for you..."

"No." He gently reprimands her. "Don't say another word. With or without me you'll be fine, love."

"What if I don't want to be fine when you're not around?" He's silent, yet his mind is so loud. "You saved me, John." She states. "Any other person would just continue with their lives. You were just doing your job. Another one in the endless missions you're assigned." Swallowing, she asks: "Why are you still here? Why do you keep coming back?"

He doesn't answer the question right away, instead looks over her head, lost in his own thoughts as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. He then clears his throat and looks back at her, who's waiting with wide eyes and lips slightly parted. She was right. Any other day John would've turned page. He would sure remember, after all these are stories that will stick with him until his last day. What made this mission different?

"I think you know bloody well why."

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Price helps her sit inside the helicopter to get medical attention. Feeling her weak body trembling even under the black blanket she was tightly wrapped in. He had carried her body all the way outside from that house when she collapsed. The adrenaline running through her system disappearing when she realized they were being rescued at last.

Simon had side eyed his Captain when he didn't let anyone take the girl from him. Why her? He couldn't say. So he went away and led one of the other girls out of there instead with Soap's help.

"There's nothing to be afraid anymore, kid." He reassured her, voice soft trying not to startle her more than she already was. "We got you. All of you."

Her big eyes once terrified and filled with tears of despair finally saw the light at the end. It was him. What she always prayed for. Salvation.

It was staring back at her.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Having the Hard Conversations… ~Mentor!Soft!Jeri Hogarth xFem Plutonic!CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary— Established plutonic relationship between Jeri and Reader, the two have tea and fancy pastry cakes together every Sunday. Reader is in college, Jeri took Reader under her wing and is a kind of mentor/aunt/mother to Reader. Then Jeri was diagnosed with ALS, and now Reader does her best to take care of Jeri…

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Warnings: talk of death, talk of ALS, denial, angst, little fluff, plutonic relationship, soft relationships, comforting, caring and loving, ignorance, deflection, unhappy ending, etc.

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You poured the herbal tea in the two respective tea cups for herself and for Jeri. As she did so, the older woman pulled out her fancy bag of ordered pastries. It was tradition for the two of them to have tea and cakes every Sunday at 2pm at Jeri’s classy apartment. You sat down at the dining table with a light sigh, handing the other woman her hot tea cup.

“So… How was your week…?”

“Oh it was… the usual…”

“Mmmmm… How did you spend it…? Get enough rest…?”

“Spent the better portion of it cleaning and meal prepping, when I wasn’t working that is... What about you, sweetheart?”

You smiled. You always appreciated her little pet names, but that’s not what you had meant. You wanted to know how Jeri was feeling, how she was doing healthwise. Jeri had recently been under the weather, more than was expected. But you would never outright call the older woman out for evading your question like that. Jeri took a sip of her tea, her eyes and nose crinkling lightly as she gave you a tight and slightly warm smile, a smile that was only reserved to those closest to the ruthless lawyer.

“That is good to hear. I’m alright…”

“Busy with college I’d imagine, you busy bee…!”

You smiled lightly, sipping her hot tea a little.

“Mmmmmm busy busy… But really, you’re doing well…? Not overworking yourself? You’ve got your birthday coming up…”

“Yes, next weekend… And I am just thriving…!” Jeri exclaimed with a sarcastic smile.

“That’s good.” You chuckled dryly.

You eyed Jeri, then took a sip of your tea and a small bite of a cake. The lengthened gaze spoke volumes, the said unsaid. So much so that Jeri sighed, finally getting to the topic which you had been prompting the older woman to discuss.

“Wel…l I had my three month check in with the doctor this past Monday…”

You sat up fully at these words, putting your tea cup down on the lavish, stone table. Your eyes and ears were wide open.

“And…?”

“He said… I’m doing well considering…”

Yeah, you’re alive, obviously… you thought but chose not to say.

“but he didn’t say anything timewise…”

“He didn’t say anything…?” You breathed out slowly, trying to remain calm and gentle in your expression and tone, as the lump in your throat and the pit in your stomach grew.

“Yea, I didn’t want to hear it. All that negative energy and stuff… Oh and we got the results of the bloodwork and the scans… He said that it spread… to a couple places, I won’t bore you with the details…” the older woman rambled, while waving off the last as if it were nothing.

Silence took the room for a beat. Jeri couldn’t meet your gaze. Suddenly the deep purple walls of her apartment and the intricate designs on her tea cup looked particularly fascinating to the older woman. It had been two years since Jeri had been disgnosed… Honestly, it was a miracle that the older woman was alive at all, let alone sitting with you in her lavish and expansive apartment, having tea and cakes. You drew a breath, trying to stuff down the nausea and unease, and asked the dreaded question,

“But he didn’t tell you how long you have…?”

“Well no… But he did say that I’d have bloodwork and more x-rays soon…!”Jeri chirped, glossing over her answer as her face swiftly and lightly brightened at the positive note.

You couldn’t stop the sigh which erupted from her chest, but she did stop and formulate her next words carefully.

“That’s good… It’s nice to have a plan forward. More bloodwork and x-rays sound good. What are the x-rays supposed to help see exactly…? Did your doctor mention when you’ll have your next scan…?”

“Yea! So I get bloodwork done in another two weeks, and then the x-rays in a month… The blood results should show how the new treatment that he’s gonna put me on is gonna work… and the x-rays…” Jeri took a pause, “the x-rays are kinda useless… but he said that they will determine whether I get any future scans.”

You couldn’t understand how Jeri was saying all of this with such a positive disposition. The older woman was not a naturally positive person… This new disposition felt forced, and that broke your heart. Jeri was just babbling along about her impending death, giggling and eating cakes as if she was planning a party. You fidgeted with her tea cup, taking an anxious sip.

“I see… and he mentioned a new treatment plan…? That makes sense, if the chemo didn’t do enough to stop it, exploring new avenues and treatments could be fruitful…” You breathed out, not even bothering to attempt to touch upon the absurdity of the x-rays being useless yet also determining any future scans.

You took a sip of her tea, nodding with a hum in response. A shaky sigh slipped past your lips as you were having to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Mhmmmm yes. He said that he’s going to take me off of chemo and on this new, experimental gene treatment therapy”

You visibly cringed a little too much for your liking at the sound of new and experimental.

“Well I am glad to hear that you are putting such a positive spin on this. I think that’s very mature of you, and I support you no matter what.” You partially lied through her teeth, except for the last statement, That was a fundamental truth.

Jeri smiled, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun with a shimmer of vulnerability, and reached out to lovingly squeeze your shoulder.

“And this is why I told you. Everyone else whom I attempt to talk to about this… All they do is freak out… or they get all emotional on me or they cry…or all of the above…” Jeri breathed out, her loving gaze meeting your faltering one.

You bit her tongue and merely nodded lightly.

“Of course…” you said through gritted teeth.

Jeri really appreciated how you were always so supportive, while remaining reserved and neutral. She didn’t have the energy for those who constantly reminded her of the sadness and of her impending death. Hell, she reminded herself of that enough already.

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Jeri Hogarth Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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[itsstrange]

Uncle Billy

Relationship: Billy Butcher x Rylee Milk (OFC)

Fandom: The Boys

A/N: Here’s another Billy Butcher fic because why not?? This was originally posted on my IG account but has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. It’s just something soft and something different. Hope y’all enjoy 💚✨

Summary: An unexpected guest invites themselves into school grounds, M.M is not having it but Rylee is sure enjoying it.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: (None) Fluff, cute, Butcher being the fluffy/funny/supportive over protective Uncle.

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Being popular and well known for throwing large parties or being in the football team, or the basketball team or the cheerleading team is one thing, but being well known for being the English teachers daughter is another thing, and that’s who Rylee is. The oldest daughter of Marvin T. Milk. It was embarrassing, or so her teenage mind thought, but as she grew up and got more mature she honestly got use to being known as the teachers daughter. In the beginning of freshman year she tried her best to hide it from everyone, minus her close friends, but once she entered her final period of the first day of high school, she just wished she had the power to turn invisible. Sitting on the desk with a iPad in his hands was her father, and once he made eye contact with her he made sure to greet her in the most exposing, embarrassing way. In case you’re wondering, yes, he greeted her as if she was 5 years old, and just because of that she had gotten shit from it ever since.

However, that died down once a specific person in her life found out their favorite niece was getting teased, and let’s just say that will forever be a favorite highlight of hers. Yes, people still know she’s the teachers daughter, but they all know better than to tease her with the fact, mainly because everyone has already matured to start shit like that, but also because they know she has somebody that’ll find out if they did.

Speaking of somebody, as Rylee was nose down in her test, she could immediately hear the way her father softly curses under his breath and catches the moment he gets up from his desk and towards the door. She can hear him mumbling things to the person outside, but before she can guess who it was that familiar black coat is the first thing she sees entering, then his black thick beard and hair, from where she sat she can tell he had trimmed both hair and beard from the last time she saw him. As both males enter the classroom, they’re still whispering amongst each other, well more like Rylee’s father trying to stop his stubborn friend from entering the class.

“Butcher seriously not now, they’re taking a test,” M.M calls after him but doesn’t really stop him from sitting down on his chair,

“I’ll be quiet as a daisy,” He throws him his iconic smile before looking down at some stacks of paper in front of him, scoffing as he scans some students paper, mumbling under his breath ‘plonker’ before reaching out for the red pen on the side,

Although, before he can even mark the paper with his idiotic-ness or leave some inappropriate British slang on the kids paper, M.M yanks the pen out of his hands and starts collecting the papers from the desk, awhile asking his friend why he decides to bring his negativity around school grounds.

“Lunch break, was around. Thought I stop by, throw a lil wave at ya,” He states, grabbing some sticky-notes from his right and another pen,

M.M scoffs with a shake of his head. He can never win with this man, yet he still kept him in his life and the other male kept him around as well, guess they had a much bigger bond then they assumed.

“Couldn’t your white ass wait until six, better yet until dinner?” M.M asks but quickly looks over his shoulder when he spoke a bit too loud, giving his students an apologetic wave, but lingers his eyes on Rylee who just sends him a shake of her head with a small smile,

“What’s so ‘rong in visitin’ a close mate o’ mine?” Butcher asks, still writing or drawing something on the yellow sticky note,

“It’s wrong if you show up during school hours..,” Rylee softly chuckles to herself as she tries to focus on her test but still being able to hear her father and friend talking to each other in the distance,

They remained talking to one another, but Rylee did her best in not eavesdropping, if her father knew she was listening in on their pointless conversation and not finishing her test on time, she knew she’d get a lecture from him back home. So to save her from misery, she did her best in focusing on the test in front of her, even if she’s already passing the class with a solid A-plus, she knew it was important to get as much good grades as she can for college, college applications were around the corner so it was not the time to slack off with anything.

As she was reading the last section of the test, she hears her father curse once again, which marks the twentieth time he curses on school grounds, which never happens but then again, Butcher was here. Butcher is the cause for her father’s foul language, he is always the cause for her fathers language.

"Shit... I gotta take this," M.M whispers as he looks down at his phone but glances back up to the kids who are working on their class work,

"’ave at it, I can watch the little buggers," Butcher offers, leaning back against the chair with his feet prompt up the desk, earning a scowl from the man in front of him,

M.M immediately shakes his head, "Nuh huh, not by a long shot," He claims as he shoves the man’s unsanitary boots off his space,

"Just while you take the call, they won't even know I'm ere'” Butcher argues back as he gets more comfortable in the chair, replacing his feet back on the desk when shoved off,

Now normally, M.M would have an entire list why he wouldn't let Butcher alone or near the kids, he's actually surprised he hadn't even called security on him, no, he’s actually surprised they let him inside the school, but he honestly did have to take the call. So with a defeated sigh he agrees.

"Just watch them, nothing else man," M.M points at him, seriousness settled in his tone,

Butcher raises both hands and pretends to zip his mouth shut. Narrowing his eyes once again, M.M makes his way out the classroom. Just as the door closes, Butcher looks back to the kids and immediately recognizes a face, sending her a wave with his fingers, earning a shy wave back.

"You know him?" A low voice makes her look away,

She only nods with a shrug, "That's my Uncle Billy,”

She casually explains to the boy beside her with a shrug of her shoulders, clearly not phased by the way he raises his brows at her for the unknown fact, or maybe due to the fact he’d never in a million years think this sketchy Brit of a man was anywhere related to her.

Turning back to the brute of a man, Rylee smiles at him before going back to her work. Not even five minutes had passed when she suddenly sees a yellow sticky note being placed in her view, which had a middle finger drawn that was pointing side ways which showed the remaining answers to her test. Glancing up she watches Butcher walk back to the desk before sending her a smirk and a wink, causing Rylee to shake her head with a smirk of her own before marking the correct answers on her paper. Cheating is technically considered to be a sin, especially when it comes to finals, but whenever she’s around her Uncle Billy nothing feels like a sin. Which should not be a good thing, but she didn’t care.

Just don’t let her parents hear her, or else she’ll get in trouble or grounded for weeks, and Butcher would not be welcomed to the house. Again.

By the time M.M walks back inside the classroom Rylee had just finished her test and was just sitting there for the timer to go off, meanwhile Butcher was leaning back against the chair, feet prompt up the desk with phone in his hands. Who was most likely scrolling through any news, or just watching random videos on YouTube. Once again, within reach, M.M slaps the man’s dirty boots off his desk awhile mumbling under his breath about how he’ll cut off his damn feet if he keeps it up, his remark was loud enough to earn a couple snickers from students, including Rylee.

Getting up from her desk Rylee walks over to both men and gently places her test in the center of her fathers desk.

“Reviewed everything?” M.M asks her, sitting on the edge of his desk since Butcher still hasn’t gotten up from his chair,

Rylee nods her head with a small smile, “You sure?”

“O' course she is she’s practically Stephen fuckin' Hawking. Matter o' fact, there’s no point in gradin' 'er paper just give 'er a passin' grade,” Butcher comments, already reaching out towards her paper with a red pen but immediately gets it taken from his grip.

“Y’Can’t just pass someone because you know they’re smart dickhead, even the smartest people can make mistakes,” M.M claims, putting his daughters test away from his friends idiotic prying hands,

Butcher scoffs with a roll of his eyes, not understanding why his friend is planning on wasting his time in grading his nieces paper when they both know everything would be on point.

“I’m sure you did great baby, just gotta make sure of it,” M.M sends her a reassuring smile which he receives back,

“Yer’re wastin’ yor time mate,”

“And you..,” M.M turns back to the Brit, shoving off his feet once again, “Are too. You should be heading back to the precinct by now, Mallory ain’t gonna take none of your shitty excuses today,”

Butcher scoffs again, “Does she ever?”

But rises from the chair regardless, placing the red pen back in its place along with the rest of the red pens, knowing all too well his friend has a thing with having his space organized. He can be an asshole… most of the time, but not always.

“Arright awright I’ll leg it, I’ll see ya at dinner. Will bring a bottle o’ wine or somethin’” The whole time both men were having a conversation Rylee just stood silently, chuckling at them every once and a while,

After confirming the proper time to arrive at the Milks’ home, both men firmly hug each other, making Rylee’s lips curl upwards. She truly loved their friendship. Walking around M.M, Butcher makes his way over to Rylee where he engulfs her into a tight embrace. He smiles to himself when he feels the way her arms snake their way inside his coat and around his waist, as well as feeling the side of her cheek against his chest. Kissing the top of her head and sending her a wink, they pull away from each other. Rylee doesn’t go back to her desk until the brute man finally walks out the classrooms, then chuckles when her fathers curses under his breath again when you can clearly hear Butcher whistling down the hallways.

When she walks back to her desk and sits down, she looks up the same time her fathers back is facing the entire classroom. Rylee squints when she sees something. Stuck on the upper edge of his right shoulder was a bright neon sticky note with black bold letters that said..

Cunt.

The loud snicker that escapes from her causes her father along with a couple students to glance her way, but she was quick to shut up by pretending to cough in her hand, even if she knew it wasn’t believable she still made it seem as if she was coughing. Her father sends her a look before turning back around to whatever he was doing, sticky note still plastered onto his shoulder. Rylee only shakes her head with a silent chuckle, knowing all too well once her father finds out he’ll be giving hell to Butcher later at dinner.

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[oldgrumpygeezer]

iPhone Replacement!

Recently I wanted to upgrade my iPhone. Nothing special there, if it’s time to update then it’s time to update, so just get on with it. Duly head off down to my local Apple store to see what’s what.

(I do tend to prefer the larger screen models, but these days almost everything is relatively large screen!) Had a feel of both the 6.1” (155 mm) and 6.7” (177 mm) size devices and after a little bit of swapping between the two and much muttering to myself I went for a the smaller 6.1” Pro model. However within a day I was seriously beginning to dislike it, it was that bit too small and somehow just felt ‘wrong’. One thing the sales person (about to say salesman, but that’s not politically correct any more, even if it was a guy that served me) highlighted is that if I didn’t like my new device I could always return it within 14 days.

O.K., so even though my initial reaction once I started using it was negative I thought I’d give it a bit of time to see if I settled down to it. However after 10 days things had not changed. Had it been a cheaper device I may have stuck with it, but at the price paid I really did NOT want something I wasn’t happy with, so back to the Apple store and see about replacing it with the larger 6.7” Pro Max model.

The girl who served me said no problem (I had the original box, cables etc with me), got out a new iPhone and started tapping away on her hand-held terminal device to get the process going. Usual thing, scan bar codes of old and new, confirm a few details, but then went of to consult one of the other sales assistants. Returns, pokes and prods at her terminal again, then heads off to talk to a different assistant. They both come across, repeat the bar code scanning routine, get muddled, and the new assistant heads off to get help from yet another assistant. (My original assistant now just stands there looking bored and totally uninterested.)

Anyway, to cut a long story short and 7 Apple store assistants later, none of them seem to have much of a clue as to what they were doing. Eventually they call across a fairly young guy who (despite age) must have been quite high up in the pecking order because those still beside me immediately backed off and deferred to his actions. He assessed the situation, quickly saw what needed to be done, and in what I’ll call a sensible length of time needed for such an iPhone exchange transaction, got things sorted. (It seemed something along the lines of him ‘buying’ my original iPhone off me by ‘paying’ me with internal Apple gift cards, but straight away using those gift cards (plus me covering the price difference between the Pro and Max models) to pay for the new Max model.)

Happiness, well almost. My Apple watch didn’t seem to want to recognise the new phone, possibly because of so many scanning of phone bar codes then cancelling these actions that things were out of sync. A quick reinstall from scratch of the Apple watch system and things burst into life.

So what to make of this. If Apple are going to charge premium prices then I expect a premium level of service. A situation where my ‘first contact’ to start a routine exchange was me going into the store at 1:20 pm, and ‘final departure’ from there at 5 pm leaves me more underwhelmed than impressed. Some years back I used to get a far better level of service from the store staff. Now they seem to be just another crowd of sales people, relatively indifferent as to what they’re up to, hanging off the back of a just a few who are really knowledgable, relying on them to keep everything running. (This is not the first time over the last three or four years that I have found myself disappointed with their level of service.)

Never mind, after all I now have a deice I’m really happy with.

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[zanarkandfayth]

blah blah talking about my health cos I feel like it, ignore if you're just here for fandom stuff

went for my post-op follow-up monday and finally, finally got a fucking name for what's been wrong with me. am not going to bother googling for the official name again lmao but basically it's chronic (not acute) gallbladder disease. no stones whatsoever, just my gallbladder deciding to give up the ghost and getting inflamed over and over for years and scarring each time and that's why for the past three or four years food has made me gradually more and more sick to my stomach and left in pain after eating until last summer when it finally erupted into the pain that sent me to urgent care who sent me to the ER (yay, more debt I'll never pay).

on the one hand, I'm so goddamned relieved to finally have a diagnosis and KNOW that I'm not fucking imagining it or making it up after all my tests and scans kept coming back as negative/normal (mostly cos no stones, but who knows why the HIDA one showed nothing wrong), but on the other hand, I mentioned the nausea and pain to my GP when it first started and he fucking dismissed the nausea entirely as caused by my acid reflux and wanted to put me on medication for IBS "to see if it helps" without actually TESTING me at all for IBS, it was just because of the stomach pain and absolutely no fucking other typical symptoms (I refused, btw, after googling and seeing that it could CAUSE issues if you took meds and didn't have IBS) and I can't help but feel like it wouldn't have gotten nearly so bad if he'd taken me seriously from the start and referred me to a specialist instead of dicking around and doing fuck-all for a few years. and because I'm poor as fuck and have no insurance, finding a new doctor wasn't an option for me. ugh. hate the state of healthcare in this fucking country. so my relief is kinda soured by that.

anyways, it can take up to two months for my body to adjust and I might always struggle to eat certain things so I'm still kinda hrgh about it and food is still miserable right now, but if I could just get back to being able to eat most of my normal things I could live with that, so... fingers crossed I guess. also the incisions STILL haven't healed, though I finally got the steri-strips off, but tbh that's just made it even harder to not scratch... it's absolutely killing me, I need them to just scar so fucking badly hhhhhh.

also I still have my chronic fatigue and other health problems that I couldn't get my doctor to take seriously, so that's fun. but he left the clinic a few months ago so maybe whoever is going to replace him will be more willing to listen to me. I'm so tired of being tired and if I have to be tired, I want some fucking disability so I can at least buy my own goddamn groceries.

the end. I ate earlier so I'm actually feeling sick so I'm going to reread the last few chapters of my fic and then maybe I'll actually be capable of writing, if the brain fog isn't too bad. stupid fatigue.

#ocassionally I just need to treat my tumblr like it's my old livejournal #I got nowhere else to vent at this point #and I'm beyond caring who reads about my boring life #so sorry not sorry #sigh #real life #ignore me #physical health

[onlyherefortheshowmances]

I know I don’t have a lot of followers on here, especially not ones that care about my personal life, but here is a life update anyway, feel free to skip over.

Let this also serve as a lovely tale of the USA healthcare system. /s

And especially doctors who are more afraid for being caught ‘overprescribing’ controlled substances by the FDA or DEA than they are of not treating the patients’ pain appropriately.

Background: I have formal diagnoses of Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA), Osteoarthritis (bilateral, but all right side are slightly worse - knees, hips, lumbar and cervical spin, shoulders, and elbows), and Fibromyalgia. All the fun pain causing things. It took from my very first symptom (right knee pain) at 14 until I was 29 (in July 2020) for a doctor to even consider checking my rheumatoid factor (which for the record is supposed to be under 14. Mine was 176 and 2 months later it was 194). Previous doctors had agreed that I had early onset osteoarthritis in my knees about 5 or so years earlier, but that’s in. The fibromyalgia diagnosis came in April of 2022. I had a repair surgery on my right shoulder in December 2018 (I was about to turn 28), and at the 1 week follow up appointment my doctor straight up told me he had to check he had the right patient after he looked inside my shoulder because it looked like I was about 80.

Now the current saga: Since February 15th I have been having the worst pain flare of my life. Including multiple instances of very sudden onset drowsiness/fatigue in the middle of the day for no clear reason (no one has figured that part out yet or even seemed to be interested in that part honest?).

On Feb 15, I had my last appointment with my former Rheumatologist who I loved, but left the practice so I had to switch now. She took me off two meds I’d been on previously between a visit in December and that visit. At that point I was feeling pretty baseline. I scheduled a visit in May with the other Rheumatologist at the clinic I go to. Driving home from that appointment while on one of the busiest and most accident prone highways in my area, is when I got my first sudden drowsiness/fatigue spell. Like I had to fight to keep my eyes open the last five minutes of my drive home and to get inside (obviously I did so safely).

When I was safely home, I call my primary care physician (at the time)’s office to see if I could be seen as this symptom was worrisome. The soonest appointment they had (as of a Wednesday evening) was the following Monday morning. I made the appointment with the clear intention of going to Urgent Care in the meantime and using it as a follow up.

Went to the Urgent care I usually avoid because the wait at the one I like was 3+ hours. Wouldn’t do anything other than a finger prick glucose test and swab me for COVID. It was not COVID or the flu or RSV.

Finally to see my PCP on Monday, February 20th in the morning which is also the first day I woke up in extreme pain. I told the doctor this. And by the end of that visit I fully decided I was switching PCPs, because she yet again blamed my weight checked some standard blood tests, swabbed for COVID again (which was negative again) and said probably viral you’ll get over it (even though I’m on immune suppressants so if it were viral that could be an issue). I also saw my (psych) therapist and physical therapist that day and had PT again the next day, so if we’re keeping track that’s already 6 health care visits so far and we’re only a week in.

Had PT again on February 23 (Thursday). Still in increased pain mode, but I could tolerate it at that point. PT on the 27th (Monday). CT Scan of my abdomen on Wednesday March 1st which had been ordered nearly a month prior when I was having left side abdominal pain that an ultrasound couldn’t figure out. The CT didn’t figure that out either, but that part subsided on its own. PT again on March 2.

On Saturday March 4, I decided to go into the city to the market as one does. I proceeded to sprain my right ankle pretty severely and bruise both knee caps. went to urgent care about the ankle on the 4th and then the knees on the 5th when I realized they hurt pretty bad, too. On March 6, I have PT, a therapy session, and an appointment with my endocrinologist where she put me on a new med to help with my PCOS. More PT on both March 7 and March 9, and an appointment with the (now previous) family doctor also on March 7 to go over the results of the CT which she had already called me with anyway. That was the last time I saw her.

March 13 and 15 I had PT. I also had a therapy session on the 15th. This was the point when the pain was skyrocketing. And if we’re keeping track that’s 21 medical appointments in one month February 15 to March 15.

On March 16, my mom drove me to an ER about 45 minutes from where I live that is a huge medical school and has every specialty under the sun and is also the medical group I use for Rheumatology and Endocrinology already. I went in in extreme pain they gave me IV tordol which did nothing. (It never does anything.) Then the PA who I saw who was absolutely lovely had to go and ask the attending what she could do. I was told they couldn’t admit me because they didn’t know WHY I was in pain and I’m just like...but isn’t that why you SHOULD admit me, so we can figure out why? Anyway, they ended up giving me 35mg of Ketamine via IV which was a trip and a half and the relief only lasted about 6 hours. Glad my mom was there to drive me home. She also gave me 50mg prednisone and tramadol to take at home. the tramadol didn’t really do anything and as always the prednisone did nothing either.

I proceeded to lay low for the entire following week other than an appointment with my therapist on Friday the 24th. I had at this point in the pain flare gotten to a place where I was in bed more than I was out of it and in so much pain it was often all I could think about.

I resumed PT on the 28th which is also the day I saw my new/current rheumatologist for the first time. She put me back on the meds the previous one had taken me off of thinking that could’ve caused the flare (I really doubt that’s true, but whatever). I also had PT on the 30th and then on the 31st I had therapy and an appointment with chronic pain management at the same hospital I’d been in the ER of on the 16th. I had to drive myself because my mom was working that day. They looked me straight in the eye and said the kind of pain you have all over, and that you’ve had for this long, there’s not a lot we can do for you. We can’t do injections cause you hurt all over. We can suggest some medications to your PCP for the fibromyalgia or we could consider medical marijuana. Almost all of my psych drugs that we finally got figured out are contraindicated with THC, so that option was out. So all that came of that appointment for PAIN MANAGEMENT was a note sent to my new PCP that she should prescribe either Lyrica or Savella for my fibromyalgia. I proceeded to go back to their ER and get an even less helpful PA who all I got was Toradol and asked if I wanted I psych consult when I said I’m in so much pain that death sometimes seems like a better option. THIS IS NOT A PSYCH ISSUE. THIS IS A PAIN ISSUE.

Last Saturday, April 1, I went to a different ER the one that my previous doctors were all part of, that’s much closer. The doctor there was the first one that actually helped or did ANYTHING honestly. He pretty much immediately got an IV put in, gave me oral tylenol, IV Toradol and then IV dilaudid which knocked me out for a nice nap until the MRI of my thoracic and lumbar spine which took over an hour and was very uncomfortable. The MRI didn’t show anything other than lumbar spine osteoarthritis which I already knew about. He gave me temporary scripts for oxycodone (opioid pain med) and flexeril (constrolled substance muscle relaxer).

I saw my new PCP on Monday evening after having PT earlier that day. I also got my hair chopped off in between because I though maybe the weight of my hair was part of my neck pain issue. The new family doctor did not listen to ANYTHING I said other than I need refills of my allergy med, please. She did not care to discuss literally anything else even when I told her pain management SENT HER A LETTER TELLING HER TO PRESCRIBE LYRICA OR SAVELLA. she did nothing. She did not care at all.

On Wednesday, I ran out of pain meds and the pain ramped right back up, so I called to make an appointment with this PCP again. Had my mom drive me over the next afternoon. She REFUSED to prescribe the medicine that actually helps me but did prescribe the lyrica and make me sign all this ridiculous paperwork because it’s technically a controlled substance (at the lowest level). I started that last night and today I went to PT in the morning thinking maybe they’ll help, when I left I thought they might’ve, but by the time I got home I felt worse than when I got there, so I made a nearly hour long drive to yet another hospital in search of ANSWERS. Not even meds at this point ANSWERS. I was seen very quickly by a resident doctor who orders oral tylenol an injection of toradol and a lidocaine patch on my back where I was having the most pain. I talked to both him and the charge doctor about everything that’s been going on and he then prescribed the same meds as the ER last weekend did in hopes that the Lyrica will kick in and start working by then.

So now, for those keeping track at home. I have had 34 medical appointments since 2/15 and still have no actual answer for why I am in this much pain or why I get random drowsy/fatigue spells in the middle of the day. Still have no hospital willing to admit me and try to figure it out. Currently sitting around with a heating pad basically glued to my back. I did stop at target and purchase OTC lidocaine patches to try and a yoga ball because some of the most helpful stuff for me at PT involves said yoga ball and it was like $15.

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[smutteedreams]

ABYSMAL HEART (PART 2)

Itachi x reader

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of pregnancy and infertility

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The slam of the door echoes in the stupendously expensive apartment as you disappear from his sight. Itachi lets out a huff of annoyance and irritability, palming his cheeks and burning eyes. He shuts off the laptop, at this point it hardly matters anyway, as he's been staring listlessly at stats of company expenditures and profits for over 2 hours now. He leans back, resting his head on the couch as the tension in his body siphons off bit by bit. His mind unmistakably goes back to the thoughts that have been plaguing his mind day in and day out since the day both of you got to know about it.

4 months back...

"Is it ready yet?"

"Patience Itachi!" your voice chastised him having no semblance of the virtue itself as your hands fidgeted with the object in your hand. Every passing second seemed longer than the one before and your hubby's pacing didn't help.

"Don't worry Ita. I think that this time will be it. I've been getting this feeling for the past few-"

A singular beep cut you off, signaling that the test in your hand was ready. You stood next to him and turned over the test expectantly. It's finally coming true- your dream to become a mother and make Ita a dad!

"It's negative."

"What?" you question, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He sighed and repeated himself, this time with a bite in his tone that you didn't miss.

"It's negative...again."

You felt your visions and hopes nullify once more. You couldn't keep count of how many times you'd both been through the same ordeal in the last 2 years. Your eyes burned with tears when you looked at Itachi's dejected, slumped frame. You caressed his cheek and he palmed your hand half-heartedly with his eyes closed.

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"Mr. and Mrs Uchiha!" the nurse beckoned you inside the gynecologist's chamber at the fertility clinic.

"You two have been having trouble conceiving, is that so?"

"Yes doctor."

"Well, we ran a few tests and scans and as it turns out, Y/n cannot get pregnant due to some anatomical anomalies in her reproductive tract that prevent the sperm from meeting the ovum. Some women are born with this type of uterine structure that makes them infertile or unable to carry a pregnancy to term."

Your heart thrummed painfully on gathering this new piece of information, you felt your stomach drop and chest tighten. Instinctively, you reached for Itachi's hand to lace his fingers with yours but he shifted away from your touch.

"Is there any way to cure this?" Itachi asked with an unreadable expression.

"I'm afraid not", replied the doctor offering a sympathetic smile.

The ride back home was in ponderous silence, a gazillion thoughts racing through each half's mind.

"Itachi, we've both wanted to have a family for so long but what now? I mean, what do we do?"

"I'd be damned if I knew Y/n", he let out a doleful sigh and took your palm in his, brushing his lips on your knuckles.

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Itachi doesn't even realize he's crying until he feels the damp patch on his grey tshirt. He looks up at the ceiling through moist eyelashes and murky vision, praying for some god to lend him strength and will to carry on.

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[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

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Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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[emerald-chaos]

Touchdown

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I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

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[daddyjackfrost]

i wanted a kenma fic so i wrote one.

hehe

prompt 4: “Go home.” 

kenma x f!reader (hurt/comfort) (soft kinda)

You took off your shoes, quietly making your way up the stairs. You had texted Kenma almost four times over the last two hours, telling him you were coming over. 

It was Wednesday, which meant that it was supposed to be Kenma’s day off, though when you received a notification from his twitch, you knew that he was streaming. 

You climbed the stairs, a small smile on your face. You were holding a paper bag from your and Kenma’s favourite bakery. You hadn’t seen Kenma in a few days, and all you wanted to do was lay in his arms as you ate some apple pie, even though you didn’t love it like he did. 

You knocked on Kenma’s door twice, and when you didn’t hear anything besides his quiet mumbles to the screen, you spoke. 

“’Zume? I’m coming in.” 

You pushed the door open and your eyes fell on Kenma’s hunched figure, his fingers pressing keys rapidly. You knew that Kenma hadn’t realized you were here, so you just quietly laughed and put the pie down on his side table.

You stretched your arms and let out a small groan, this caught Kenma’s attention. 

Quickly, Kenma turned his head to find you standing in the middle of his room, your eyes met his confused ones, and you smiled at him.

You heard voices on the other side of Kenma’s screen and your eyes zeroed in on the chat that began to flood. 

“Hey, babe,” you greeted him.

Kenma just turned around, his hands going back to his keyboard. Your smile tugged down but you didn’t let his lack of reaction get to you. When Kenma was streaming or playing, everything else was below it. 

Sometimes even you. 

You plopped down on his bed, your phone in your hands. Now that Kenma knew you were here, maybe he’d end his stream early. You almost laughed, yeah right. 

You scrolled through your phone for almost an hour when your body began to ache. You weren’t in the most comfortable position, and you wanted to cuddle your boyfriend.

Quietly, you got up off the bed and lightly tapped Kenma’s shoulder.

“What y/n?”

You paused, retracting your hand. You rubbed your arm as you stood behind Kenma. “Oh, uh, I just wanted to sit on your lap.”

Kenma muted his mic and turned his chair to look up at you. You stared down at him, your eyes meeting his golden ones. His hair was up in a bun and he looked absolutely breathtaking. 

“Why are you here, y/n? I didn’t say you could come over.” 

You licked your lips, your eyes slightly widening. “I texted you, but you didn’t respond.”

Kenma scoffed. “Well obviously I didn’t answer you for a reason.” 

You frowned and tilted your head to the side, put off because of Kenma’s sudden harsh behaviour. Kenma had never denied you like this before. In fact, he always encouraged you to sit on his lap while he gamed. He claimed that there was nothing better than having his favourite person with him as he did his favourite activity.

Before you could say anything, Kenma rolled his eyes and turned his chair back around. “Go home, y/n. I don’t want you here right now.” 

You slightly nodded, taking a few steps back. You didn’t say anything as you grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs and out of his house. 

It hurt, having Kenma tell you to go home. You hadn’t seen him in a few days because you were busy with your studies and Kenma was busy with his gaming. He hadn’t really texted you and you made the first move. Except now, you wondered if you should have just stayed home and let him come to you.

You shrugged off the negative thoughts and made your way home. You would just avoid Kenma for a few days until he came to his senses. You knew that before you, gaming was everything to him, but even with you in his life, you couldn’t help but think that you were still second to his computer and devices. 

So much for shrugging off negative thoughts.

You opened your front door and trudged past your mother’s slightly concerned face. You made your way upstairs and immediately fell onto your bed, just wanting to sleep. 

Kenma finished his stream about two hours after you had left. He hadn’t even realized that you had gone home, so when he said goodbye to his viewers and stretched, turning his chair around, he was surprised to see his room empty. 

His cat-like eyes scanned the room for you, and he frowned when he realized he was alone. Kenma’s eyes narrowed at the brown paper bag on his table and he walked over, his lips parting at the smell of his favorite pie hitting him square in the chest. 

Kenma opened the bag to see a small apple pie boxed in pink, with two forks sitting on top. Kenma’s brows furrowed. Where were you?

Kenma grabbed his phone, turning on his ringer and taking it off Do Not Disturb. He had a bad habit of making himself unreachable when he gamed. 

Kenma’s eyes scanned the messages you had sent earlier in the day and a small bubble of guilt popped in his stomach. The words he had said to you came back to him like a wave crashing a cliffside, and his thumb hovered over the Call button. God, he felt like an ass. 

After a few small hesitant moments, Kenma pressed it, hoping to call you and apologize. After a few rings, Kenma heard your voicemail and he let out a small sigh. He ended the call and typed out a message instead. 

‘Sorry, y/n. Let’s meet at your locker tomorrow.’ 

You stared at the message with wide eyes. You didn’t want to see Kenma right now, especially since it was only after you left and he told you to go that he realized he was being an ass. 

You didn’t respond and threw your phone on the bed.

You would just deal with it later. You laid in bed and closed your eyes.

Waking up, you got ready as fast as you could. You wanted to be in class before Kenma even got to school. A part of you wondered if you were being petty. Were you? You shook your head, staring at yourself in the mirror. 

When you made your way to class, people smiled at you, some waving. You could only manage small smiles. You were part of the Student Council, and you had arranged a dance last month. The students had all loved you for it.

You quickly opened your locker, wanting to grab your books and then be in class, but of course, luck was not on your side.

Your locker door closed suddenly and you jumped. Your eyes met Kuroo’s dark ones, and the third-year smiled at you.

“Hello, y/n. How are you this fine morning?”

You smiled at him, hoping the ever observing captain couldn’t see through you. “I’m okay, Kuroo. How are you?”

Kuroo’s eyes narrowed at you and you gulped. His eyes fell on your forced smile and his smirk fell from his lips. “Hey, y/n. You okay?”

You quickly nodded and pried your locker door open again, grabbing your books. “Yup, I’m fine. Just a bad night, I suppose.”

You quickly turned around and walked away from the confused captain.

Kenma found Kuroo at your locker, looking a bit lost. 

“What are you doing here?”

Kuroo looked up at Kenma, his eyes taking in Kenma’s pursed lips. A bad night, huh?

Kuroo straightened himself and then pointed to where you had gone. “They went that way.”

With a small nod, Kenma walked towards your classroom. His eyes scanned the room until they fell on you in the back. Your head was down and you were typing away at your phone.

Kenma pulled out his phone and texted you.

‘Can you come outside?’

Your eyes scanned the message and you looked up, meeting Kenma’s eyes. You silently cursed yourself and nodded, getting up.

You slowly walked outside, standing in front of Kenma.

Kenma’s hand were in his pockets, he unconsciously rocked back and forth. Once you stood in front of him, Kenma looked at you.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have told you to go home yesterday.”

You smiled and nodded at him. “It’s okay, Kenma.”

Kenma frowned. Now he knew that it was not okay. Not when you couldn’t make eye contact with him for more than three seconds. Still, Kenma nodded, hoping that over the week, he could make it up to you.

He couldn’t. Kenma couldn’t make it up to you because you avoided him. And you did a good job at it as well.

No matter how many times Kenma tired, he could not seem to catch you. You would answer his texts as curtly as possible, and make excuses whenever he asked to see you. It’s not that you wanted to be petty, you just couldn’t help it. Kenma had been neglecting you for some time and now all of a sudden he wanted your attention? Now that you weren’t there? It made you upset.

It was four days after he had told you to go home where he finally got to you. Kenma had been watching you like a predator all day. He needed to find you in a secluded area so he could confront you, and lunch was the perfect time.

Kenma leaned against the wall beside the women’s washroom. As soon as you exited the washroom, a firm hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a chest.

You struggled against Kenma’s hold, trying to push him away.

“Stop struggling, y/n.”

And you did. You dropped your hands and stood limp as Kenma hugged you. He tightened his hold around your waist and dropped his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. I am. I feel terrible. I know i’ve been neglecting you for gaming, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

You nodded softly, bringing your own arms around his thin waist.

“I don’t want to be second to gaming, Kozume. When you told me to go home it hurt, and I didn’t like it.”

Kenma nodded, pressing a small kiss to your exposed neck. “m’sorry, babe. I’ll be better.”

You tightened your hold on your boyfriend with a smile on your face.

“I know.”

yuh babyyyyyy

this was soft

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