#he came over to visit but didn't fucking tell us that he was waiting for his results back from a fucking covid test

[rillian4e]

Bad girls get punished or?

ft& Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, IL Dan Heng

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, rough sex, pet names, praise kink, foul language, spanking, chocking, thigh riding, marking, breeding, degradation, teasing etc...

summary: you've been feeling neglected, and acting bratty towards your boyfriend which lead to him putting you in your place.

Neuvillette: riding, spanking, pet names

Neuvillette was fed up with your behaviour, he was trying to work, but you just had to sit and grind onto his lap, he had already told you to stay quiet while he finished some paperwork, and he would reward you but you didn't have any patience for that, instead giving into your desires which resulted in punishment.

Having you bent over his desk as he spanked your cute little butt, "Ow..! That hurts... Be more gentle!" you whined, feeling his big hand slap at your skin once again, there would be red marks for days surely, despite how it felt painful—you secretly enjoyed it, feeling more aroused than ever to have him punish you like this. Neuvillette could tell you were enjoying it, making him sigh, he was too forgiving at times like these, placing you to then ride his lap, wiping your tears away, "You're such a bad girl, cherié, I won't punish you any more, instead you'll have to ride me."

He muttered, looking at you before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, "If you end up not needing my help, then I'll reward you by fucking you nice and full, what do you think, hm?"

You smiled delighted when you heard his words, he really was too forgiving towards you, but you knew that he would be the opposite when you get your reward, always making sure you're satisfied.

Wriothesley: cockwarming, rough sex, manhandling

While you were needy and horny, your lover was busy, having to handle some affair within the Fortress of Meropide. It didn't help that you wanted him so badly, you went ahead and visited him, only to find him buried with paperwork as he sipped his favorite tea. Wriothesley was used to your neediness, often indulging your desired as he missed the warmth of your cunt enveloping him as much as you too did, but he could just abandon all of his work, it was the busiest around this time period for the duke.

Even as you wore your pretty little skirt and top, he didn't give in to your pleas instead having you cockwarm him, "Mm...stay still, love. Just a few more hours, and I'll give you what you want."

you felt better when you heard his words but "a few more hours", was he crazy?! No way would you be able to wait that long, not when his cock was buried so deep inside your aching core—it was so hard to resist the temptation of rolling your hips and fucking yourself on his shaft. you tried your best to stay good, nuzzling his neck, but when you felt his hand rub your thigh up and down... you couldn't do it. instead lifting yourself up and then sinking onto his cock, the sensation making you moan, albeit it was a quick relief as Wriothesley then pulled you off his lap, clearly that was his last straw.

"You're not getting out of this, sweetheart. You know, I adore when you're being a brat, but it's time to punish you a little, turn around." ah...you fucked up.

you gulped before doing as told, without waiting any longer, Wriothesley pushed his cock inside your cunt, immediately picking up a relentless pace without giving you a moment to catch your breath.

Wriothesley made sure to fuck his seed deep into you, hopefully that would satiate you for some time, you had to leave his office with his cum dripping out of you cunt, you were praying that it wouldn't drip down your legs.

Alhaitham: soft Alhaitham, praise, pet names, comfort

The scribe was not pleased with your behaviour, he was trying to read his book in peace when you came, all flustered and begging Alhaitham to fuck you in the House of Daena, where plenty of other scholars are, yeah, he of course refused, it was a risk, and he wanted to read his book. you couldn't get yourself off, it's been far too long since you last had any Intimacy with Alhaitham due to how busy he'd gotten, and in his little free time, he always reads books which doesn't help that he isn't spending time with you. You were rambling on and on, but no use, Alhaitham wasn't budging.

You didn't understand why he was being eo mean, so cold, he didn't didn't wanna give you a kiss, you didn't even realize that you were crying when Alhaitham pulled you into a hug, a large hand patting your back in comforting circles, "Hush, don't cry, princess... I was being too harsh on you, it's just that I've been overwhelmed and stressed, but that's not an excuse, c'mere." Quickly he placed you to straddle his lap, stroking your cheek tenderly, "I'm very sorry, my love, please forgive me."

He resorted on making it up to you, bringing you home, and making the whole night about you two, his fat cock stretching your cunt as he peppered kisses all over your face and neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, a contrast to the way he was slamming desperately into your hole, he only then realized how much he had missed you.

"Such a good girl... My sweet, sweet girl, taking me so well, I'm proud of you..." He'd whisper into your ear, his hand rubbing tight circles on your clit, his sweet words only fueling your desires to be fucked dumb by him which he fulfilled.

Scaramouche: manhandling, foul language, use of pet names

Punishment is his favorite when you're being a brat, this was no exception. Who did you think you were, trying to make him jealous by flirting with other men? The moment you were home, Scaramouche had you in mating press—his length filling your womb to the brim, he knew you wanted this to happen, your gummy walls only clenching more around him at his harsh and degrading words.

"Did you think you successed, hm? Trying to make me jealous by giving other men your attention? Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat." he muttered, one of his hands squeezing your throat, putting firm pressure, enough for it to feel uncomfortable.

His rough pace only continuing till you cannot take it anymore, your legs trembling from the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation, Scaramouche feels no mercy for you, focusing on his pleasure and teaching you a lesson. "Did you seriously think anyone other than me could fuck you this good?" He asked, looking down at you, his eyes betraying no emotion, only gazing at you as if you're some pathetic worm.

"Answer me, slut." his grip on your throat tightened, you cried out, shaking your head, "N-No...only you! Only you...can f-fuck me this good..!" was the best you could speak out, hoping it was enough for him to forgive you.

Jing Yuan: thigh riding, praise, pet names

He was busy with paperwork, being a general wasn't easy, it meant that he would be busy most of the time which you understood when you became his lover, but that didn't mean you weren't desperate for his affection. Jing Yuan would only tell you to wait and be patient, pressing kisses on your head, it didn't help that you were horny for him. He didn't like the way you were trying to dry hump him, wanting to feel that much needed friction against your dripping core. "What did I tell you, sweetheart? To wait, did I not?"

He sighed as you tried your best to give him puppy eyes to make him cave in, when he saw you disobey his words once again, he gripped your waist,

"Mm...you're being a very needy thing today, I won't be giving in today, though."

he exclaimed, giving you a kiss on the lips before he had you rub yourself on his thigh, having to get yourself off alone, it frustrated you but it was better than nothing. You did like riding his thigh, but you wished he would just fuck you or at least let you ride his cock—you so badly needed his thick length inside your hole, the more you rubbed your clothed cunt against his thigh, the more you wished he'd help you, a small wet patch was already growing on your underwear.

Jing Yuan wrapped his hand around your waist, supporting you while his other scribbled on his paperwork. You were getting desperate to cum, moans escaping you as you rode his thigh with the desire to reach your climax.

"Close, my love? You're ruining my pants, such a messy girl." a low chuckle escaped his lips, taking his eyes off his paperwork to give you a little of his attention. His hands gripped your thighs as he lifted you up and down hard on his thigh.

Even though he only let you ride his thigh, it would suffice as long as he was the one helping you, it was a whole another feeling when he helped you.

IL Dan Heng: vaginal sex, edging, teasing, mean Dan Heng

You have been trying to tease your lover for the past few hours, playing with his sensitive horns which you knew was the easiest way to get his attention. Rubbing the ridges with gentle motions before pressing kisses on both of his horns, Dan Heng loved when you gave attention to his horns, but he was trying to read his book, not have you make him aroused. His attempts at making you stop failed, though. After having enough of you being a brat, his tail wrapped around your waist, eliciting a reaction out of you—was he finally gonna give in?

"You're too greedy, love. I was busy, and I would have made time for you, but not if you keep acting like a brat."

You thought he would give in, he always did after all, and he did. His cock was inside you, hitting all the right spots, it had you seeing stars. Dan Heng really is too kind is what you thought before he told you that you can't cum.

"I'm not giving you permission to cum, princess. That's your punishment, besides isn't this what you wanted, for me to fuck you stupid?"

Was he being for real? you were so close, yes, you did want him to fuck you, he was right about that but you wanted to cum, not have to be edged when you were so desperate to have an orgasm. nevertheless you did as you were told, having him cum inside you made you feel slightly better, albeit you wanted to come too.

You knew you were at fault and that this was your punishment for not listening, he did mention letting you cum if you were good enough, maybe he will feel sorry for you and let you, who knows.

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[ms-demeanor]

So Large Bastard went into the hospital for transplant evaluation on February 13th 2021 and that was one of the major peaks of covid and basically we dropped him off at the hospital and that was it; nobody was allowed to visit him or see him and they pretty much immediately implanted a pump in his shoulder that made it painful and difficult for him to use the phone. At that point the message we were getting was "either he'll qualify for a transplant and you'll see him again when he is released after the transplant (and the waitlist, and the surgery, and the recovery) or we'll allow you to visit him when he's dying OR he won't qualify for transplant and we'll provide his end of life care and we'll allow you to visit him when he's dying" and on like February 16th, before we knew if he'd qualify for a transplant, I got a call from the hospital saying they were putting him on a heart/lung bypass machine because the pump they'd implanted in his shoulder and the pump they'd implanted in his heart weren't doing enough (both are designed to pump blood through about six feet of human, not through about seven feet of human, so they needed a much larger external pump). They asked me if I approved this procedure because he was kind of out of it, and held the phone up to him so I could ask him if he wanted this and say goodbye - I didn't know if that was goodbye until he got woken up by the doctors after stabilizing, or goodbye until he got approved for a transplant, or goodbye until he didn't get approved for a transplant and they'd take him off the machine to say goodbye for real if they couldn't keep him alive any longer.

And then they hung up the phone and I sat at my desk and stared at my computer and went back to work because literally what the hell else could I do? I couldn't drive to the hospital, I couldn't anxiously wait to see if the doctor would come out and tell me the machine had stabilized him. They said they'd call me in three hours with an update. So I took some orders and placed some calls and responded very politely to emails until I got off the clock at 5:30.

I had texted one of Large Bastard's friends who I'd been calling a lot and asked if we could meet up so I could explain what was going on so he could pass that info on to their radio nerd club. We were meeting up in the parking lot of an ihop because it was an easy outdoor location to describe to him when I wasn't actually capable of processing things like "addresses" or "street names" and I drove over to the ihop and at the red light for the left turn to go into the parking lot I fucking lost it. Like. I don't do the "hysterical crying" thing often but when I do, boy do I. I was in my truck with the windows rolled up and music on and I was sobbing so hard that it shook the truck and the crying was audible from outside the car.

I know it was audible from outside the car because a homeless man came up to my window and knocked and when I rolled the window down he told me "you're okay girl, you got this, it's gonna be alright" and I kind of nodded at him and sobbed at him and waved at him as he kept crossing the street and my light changed and I turned into the parking lot.

By the time my friend got there I had calmed down and stopped crying and through the entire rest of the process I never lost it in quite the same way; they took Large Bastard off the lung bypass part of the machine a day later and he was awake when they approved him for the transplant list, and a few days after that they started allowing a single, masked, socially distanced family member to start visiting patients in the transplant ICU for two hours a day, so I was able to come see him and he immediately said "look I have abs" and pulled his gown aside to show me that he'd lost so much weight as his body tried to eat itself to stay alive that he did, in fact, have an eight pack. And we laughed about it. It was uphill from there. It was never as hard for me as it was in the few hours after that phone call.

And in those few hours there was one dude who happened to be walking by who was kind enough to try to offer comfort to a complete stranger and I think about him all the time.

[droopywrites]

did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Tolerate It (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Everyting will be okay.

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A/n: shes a lil small, but shes here hehe

(also creds to @mybestfriendmademe for giving me the idea for the part about fights and silence 🥹😚)

enjoy!

Azriel had never been given the love a child should have received, and maybe that was the reason he thought himself undeserving of it.

Maybe it was his ugly hands and the way he knew that those hands would taint the beautiful, pure skin of his mate.

Whatever it was, he knew he had fucked up when he returned home to find the house empty, the usual warmth and happy aura that he had gotten used to being gone, the house now back to the desolate place it had been before she came along to light it up.

Azriel had realised how much of an ass he'd been to his mate the moment he left, and then decided that he would apologise and explain his behaviour when he returned home that night.

But then the house was empty, and the whole place void of the things that made him want to call it home, so Azriel had simply sighed, knowing he was at fault as he turned and flew to the river house.

Of course, his sister in law had glared holes into his back the entire time he had been begging Rhys to disclose Y/n's location, and even Rhys looked disgusted with his brother.

Defeated, Azriel knew she would not be found unless she wanted to be, so he decided to return and wait it out.

Just before he left the River house, he ordered his shadows to go search the whole of Velaris for Y/n.

"Leave her alone. Let her think this through. You fucked up brother, now let her decide if she wants to forgive you."

Azriel ignored Rhysand, taking off towards the home he used to share with her, now nothing but four walls and a roof to him.

He knew he fucked up, he didn't need anyone to tell him that.

But still, no one left him be. No one let him wallow in his self hatred and pity.

They made it worse by fucking caring for him.

Cassian would visit Azriel, yell and fight, but then leave him food to eat because Azriel was so busy beating himself up over his actions that he had forgotten to eat anything.

Nesta would visit, starting to clean around the house without a word, and when Azriel would try to stop her, she would just glare at him and say the same few words. She did not like untidiness. I'm doing it for her.

Rhys had also stopped sending Azriel on missions, so that didn't help in any way considering Azriel had nothing to occupy his time with, ensuring him feeling guilty all the damn time.

Her silence made him curse himself more. Being an Illyrian, he was used to fights and arguments, but he wasn't used to being ignored. You either fought it out, or you killed in the camps. There was no other choice.

The quiet was too loud for Azriel, to the point he was convinced he was going mad.

It had been almost a week of him either staring up at his ceiling, wanting to just die, or bawling his eyes out in the bathtub, because then no one would see the tears that escaped his eyes.

Once again, Azriel could not help but think of how if he had just opened up to Y/n, let himself be vulnerable, cried in front of her as he told her of everything he had been through, he wouldn't have had to wipe his tears by himself.

Because then she would have wiped his tears for him, held him through the worst of nights, and kissed his sadness away.

But alas, he just had to continue being his thick skulled bastard self.

As he now stared at the half eaten apple Feyre had shoved into his hand when she stopped by his house on her way to the art studio, his heart stopped.

No. Some of us must stay back with him.

It doesn't matter. He will cry anyway. We must go to her.

She doesn't need all of us right now.

His head whipped to where a couple of his shadows hovered nearby, his eyes wide, breath hitched in his throat.

The apple tumbled from his slack grip.

"What..."

The shadows froze, then frantically hurried away, slipping through the space under the door, the couch, the window.

And Azriel could do nothing but sit back, a broken breath escaping him at the realisation that the shadows had known all along where she had been, but had kept the knowledge from him.

They were, after all, their own being, not to be commanded but placated.

After long moments of silence, Azriel got up from the couch and slid to his knees, his head hung low in defeat.

Please, he begged.

Please.

A startled gasp jolted Azriel from the trance he'd been in, and he raised his head to find himself staring into the eyes of his beloved, the eyes he had tried so hard not to become familiar with in case she saw the truth one day, realising he did not deserve her.

Azriel stared, and stared.

And continued staring until she spoke up.

"Az- what are you doing here?"

Azriel blinked, feeling something- presumably a tear- escape his eye as he glanced around. "I... I don't-"

His shadows hissed at him before he could continue, and he paused.

"I wanted to apologise."

Her eyes, that were hard until now, softened. Whether it was at the sound of his broken voice, the state of his being, or the tears streaming down his face without him realising, he didn't know.

And he didn't care as he took in her form, clad in an oversized shirt- his shirt- and nothing else, her hair unbound and messy, the soft skin of her legs on full display for him.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet hers, where tears now accumulated.

"Oh Az." She mumbled, stepping forward towards his kneeling, hunched form.

"Forgive me my love. I love you, I love you so so much, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

Azriel's chest heaved as he reached his hands out, trying to grab at Y/n's shirt, but she walked forward without any prompting. Mirroring his position, she knelt in front of him, tugging him into her chest as his hands scrambled to hold her back, panicked as if she was going to vanish any moment.

It was getting harder to take a breath, tears constantly streaming down his face, any and all air he could take into his lungs escaping in startling gasps, emptying his body, lightening his head-

"Shh, take a deep breath with me."

It was nearly impossible, but he tried. Opening and closing his mouth, trying to get his lungs to work, expanding his chest voluntarily in hopes it would help.

When that didn't work, he shoved his head into the stretch of skin connecting her neck to her collarbone, letting himself drown in the unique scent of his mate.

Finally, his lungs started working again, if only to have her scent dominate all his other senses.

"It's okay, you're okay." She was still mumbling, her body so warm and welcoming as she remained wrapped around him, comforting his cold self.

"It's not." He whispered back, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm-"

"Sorry, I know." She rubbed her hand down his back. "And I am sorry too, for leaving instead of talking it out. But now, I'm ready. I'm sure we can work things out, right?"

He nodded frantically, pulling back to show her how sincere he was being, his head tilted back to look her in the eye. She smiled at him softly, brushing his hair back from his face, quiet understanding on her face.

"It will all be okay."

It will be.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

"Stevie, I am begging you, please don't tell Wayne."

Eddie was bleeding.

He was on the floor and he was bleeding.

Steve was standing in the doorway, shocked into silence, watching Eddie try to put pressure on a wound that should have mostly scarred over by now.

His last checkup had been good, they'd even said the stitches could come out on his next visit, and he could officially start physical therapy.

So why was he fucking bleeding?

"Dammit. Can you grab a wrap from my room?" Eddie asked him, tone entirely too calm.

"Shouldn't I take you to the hospital?" Steve managed to ask.

Eddie's head turned to him, eyes widening as he seemed to realized what was happening.

"No, I- this is kinda normal? It's happened a couple times," he tried to smile, shrug it off.

"A couple of times?! Eds, this isn't normal. They gotta stitch you up better or something, c'mon I can take you," Steve leaned in and tugged on the arm he was using to hold himself up, ready to take his weight and help him out the door.

"No!" Eddie sighed. "We can't."

"I can call Wayne, then, and he can come get you-"

"Stevie, I am begging you, please don't tell Wayne."

Steve froze.

How long had Eddie been hiding how bad this was?

"You haven't even told Wayne? Eds, you should be mostly healed. You were mostly healed at your last visit! What's happening?" Steve was doing his best to stay calm, but calm went out the window when he thought about Eddie being taken from them long after the threat was gone.

"I ripped a stitch a few days ago, so I've just tried to be careful, but sometimes I move wrong. It'll stop bleeding in a minute. It looks worse than it is," his eyes were pleading for Steve to just drop it, let him handle it on his own.

But Steve was not about to let something go wrong, not when it came to Eddie.

"I'm taking you to the hospital. I'm calling Wayne. You can hate me if you want, but I'd rather that than have to tell Dustin that you bled out on your fuckin' bathroom floor." Steve put his hand over Eddie's on his side, applying more pressure. "Can't believe you ripped your stitches and didn't tell anyone."

"I was handling it!"

"Poorly. Handling it poorly."

Eddie huffed, but surprisingly didn't argue further.

He actually stayed quiet for most of the ride to the ER, even kept his gaze lowered when Wayne walked into the room he was being stitched back up in.

He remained silent on the ride home, preferring to ride with Steve while Wayne followed behind in his truck.

He didn't wait for either of them before making his way to his bedroom.

"Thanks for callin'," Wayne said to Steve as he watched Eddie close the front door behind him. "You can head out, I'll stay with him until the kids come by tomorrow."

"If it's alright, I think I'd like to stay," Steve hesitantly replied. "I'll take the couch. Just don't wanna be too far."

Wayne looked him up and down, much like he'd done the first night Steve refused to leave Eddie's side in the hospital.

Whatever he found, he seemed to accept, smiling at Steve.

"Might as well stay in his bed. Gotta keep a close eye on that one," Wayne winked and walked inside without an answer from Steve.

A close eye was really all Steve had intended, but of course, when they woke up tangled together the next morning, his intentions started to shift.

They shifted more when Eddie, half-asleep and on some minor pain meds, pressed a soft kiss to Steve's chest before falling back asleep.

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I could have done anything with this line and I chose dramatics. Happy Tuesday.

ATTENTION: I reached 5! This is 1/5 and the rest will probably be posted throughout today.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #wayne munson

[ohmygraves]

thinking about chef au

you were new, wanted to work in a restaurant and learned that one of the famous italian restaurants in town was looking for a new employee. you applied, of course, and after a little test and interview, you got accepted to work there. it seems like the owner chef, john price, took a liking to you.

still, the real challenge came from afterwards. everyone looked down on you in the kitchen, as you were new to the industry. you earned yourself the nickname "bambino/bambina" in the kitchen, "bambi" for short, because not only that you were new, you kept making so many rookie mistakes.

working in the kitchen was hellish. hell, everyone called it a battlefield. you didn't even have breaks the first few days, crouching down near the stove eating the employee's lunch in a hurry before continuing to prepare some ingredients. you were exhausted, beyond stressed, and not to mention pissed off with your supervisor, if you could even call him that.

ghost was the one in charge for the pasta section, and you were placed under him. he never let you near the stove, simply barking orders at you to prepare him all the things he needed.

"bambi! did you de-shell the shrimps!?"

"almost done!"

"hurry the fuck up!"

"bene!"

he pissed you off, truthfully. but you can't lie that he's really good at his job. you tasted some of his cooking, he made staff meals a few times, and his food was amazing. even when he's making mistakes, it didn't faze him, simply going back to work.

he's a pro.

some of the chefs said that he's been working there for a long time, and he was really hard to hang out with. he eats with the owner, doesn't want to go out and meet the customers when they ask to see the chef (which actually happened once, he told you to go see the guests on behalf of him). he sometimes could be seen hanging out with the fan favorite wait staff, johnny, and the antipasto chef, kyle.

there was one time when the front staff didn't have enough, too many people were calling off work, and you had to go help outside of the kitchen. price said that it could be a good opportunity to learn, and everyone who is the current kitchen staff used to work in the front as a waitress for about a year before working in the kitchen. you hated it.

sometimes customers picked on you, though johnny helped a lot. he told you how he was here originally to be a chef too, but many regulars came in just to visit him. he didn't leave for the kitchen, staying to entertain the guests. surprisingly, he didn't mind one bit.

"are you always flirting with the guests every single time?"

"jealous, bonnie?"

"hell no."

johnny did flirt with you a few times. he was the only one who didn't call you bambi.

kyle helped you get settled in, since you're both close in age. he was patient and kind, as close to a friend as you could have in the hellish workplace. there was one time you hurt yourself so badly that you were bleeding all over the place. you insisted on working, but he yelled at you, telling you to go to the hospital. he couldn't leave his post, but he got the dishwasher boy to take you there. you ended up going back to work afterwards, wearing many gloves to cover up the bandages.

"sure you're fine?"

"took painkillers... 'm fine..."

"okay, careful with it. don't want blood on the guests' plates."

you didn't meet könig after a while, until that one time while working up front johnny had you go to the dolce section to get more bread. könig was the only one working there, basically a small room at the back of the kitchen, making bread and sweets by himself. you've never seen him, but it's probably because he always eats by himself during break. he's a recluse, awkward with others, but he's damn good when making sweets.

"you work here by yourself?"

"yeah."

"that's amazing. you're so good at making dolce. everyone liked it!"

he didn't say anything afterwards, but there was a faint smile behind his mask as he rolled out some dough to make bread. you made a note to eat with him sometime in the back, if he wanted to that is.

#HEAVILY inspired by bambino manga btw #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty headcanon #cod headcanon #chef au

[livwritesstuff]

i’ve been very quiet so srry - my week started with my annual performance review (which went well) and ended with an emergency surgery (also went well) so…a lot going on to say the least

this is a deleted scene from the first chapter of plant a seed

When Robin called, Steve and Eddie were in the phase of newborn parenthood where they froze every single time the phone rang (because said newborn was napping more often than not and when she was, there was a 50% chance minimum the phone would wake her up).

So when Robin called and the ringing of the phone broke the otherwise peaceful silence, Steve froze and he waited. When the baby didn't wake up, Steve exhaled a sigh of relief and answered the call.

"This is Steve."

"Hey Steve-o!"

Steve immediately recognized the voice as Robin's – of course he did, even if he hadn't heard it since she and Nancy left for a work trip in Japan a little over a month ago.

“Oh shit,” Steve said, because this means that Robin and Nancy are finally home, finally back in their Boston apartment fifteen minutes away from his and Eddie's in Cambridge instead of the opposite side of the entire world, “You’re home!”

“Yep,” Robin replied, popping the P, “That plane was a million degrees, I’m pretty sure. No more August flights if I have any say in it. Anyways – wanted to let you know we made it back unscathed. What’s new with you guys?”

“Uh…” Steve began, not totally sure where to start, because Robin didn't know about the baby he and Eddie had been placed with two weeks ago and she certainly didn't know that they're going to adopt her (because they'd landed on that decision that very day – about two hours ago, to be specific), “Well–”

“Hey, do you still have those placements?" Robin interrupted, "The kids who like to read the Goosebumps books?”

“Oh,” Steve blinked, “No. They went back with their mom a couple days after you left.”

“Damn. Been a while. Forgot this trip was longer than usual – wait, so are you between placements now, then? Hey, we should finally make that trip to P-Town!”

"Might need a raincheck on that," Steve said with a laugh, because at the moment a trip to the goddamn grocery store required at least a day's worth of planning, "We've got another placement right now – a newborn. We've had her for, uh, for just under two weeks, pretty sure."

“Shit, a newborn?" Robin repeated.

Steve faintly heard Nancy's voice, though he couldn't make out exactly what she was saying. He listened as Robin recounted to her what he'd just said, then started to laugh.

"Nancy just said that if she misses out on a chance to hold a new baby, she'll kill you," Robin told him, "Any idea when she might move on?”

Steve paused for a second. He and Eddie had decided earlier that they wouldn’t be telling anyone about the baby until the adoption was finalized, but…it’s Robin. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever kept a secret from Robin before, certainly not something this big and certainly not for very long.

He has to tell her.

“We’re, uh, we’re actually adopting her.”

Robin was silent.

Then –

“Holy shit – Steve.”

And then –

“I’m coming over right now. Immediately. Wait–” Robin stopped, “Damn, I can’t be a dick and come over unannounced anymore, can I? Because you guys have a baby. A baby. And she’s gonna be yours? What the fuck? Wait, let me start over.”

Robin paused long enough to take a deep breath.

“Steve Harrington – my best friend who’s finally fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming a dad – when will you allow us to come and be formally introduced to our niece?”

Truth be told, Steve wouldn’t say no to a visit from Robin and Nancy that day (especially after the our niece comment), but their case worker had just started faxing over all the paperwork to get the ball rolling on the adoption process and Steve has a feeling that he might catch Eddie trying to fill that shit out as it came out of the machine so tonight they might be a little occupied.

"Tomorrow?" he suggested.

"Morning?" Robin added.

Steve laughed, "Sure. Tomorrow morning."

"Bright and early, dad. Holy fuck, I can't believe you're a dad."

"You can't?"

"No, I totally can."

#remember faxing? #i don't but it was def a thing in 2001 #liv’s steddie dads verse #stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #ronance #-> hesitant to tag bc ik folks get annoyed when steddie content clogs up the ronance tag but this is mostly stobin - will delete if asked

[ridestomars]

GIRL U WANT – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: steve harrington is in love with his coworker, y/n, and max mayfield can't stand how annoying a lovesick steve is.  𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: y/n is used!! it's kinda told from max's point of view. idiots in love (obv), max and steve have a little sister-older brother relationship. bad grammar ig. not proofread (yk the deal). 3k-ish words.

💭 liv's thoughts: look at me rewriting my wip list works. this is another one that has been sitting on my docs page for ages, and i finally got the courage to fulfill it. i hope you guys like it! 

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

“Look at you with your mouth watering, look at you with your mind spinnin'. Why don't we just admit it's all over? She's just the girl you want”. 

People say patience is a virtue, but Maxine Mayfield begs to differ. 

She doesn't believe in that "good things come for those who wait" crap, because nothing nice ever came her way for just standing there until something happened. The only thing she got from waiting around was a terrible yearning sensation of what could have been if she wasn't such a wimp. That is why Max doesn't exercise the righteous quality of patience, preferring her natural impulsiveness instead. Her restlessness is just too precious not to be used – Seventeen magazine insists on telling her that it's just a thing Aries girls do. 

Her effort usually pays off, but when it doesn't, there is nothing better than a "fuck you" to tend the wounds. Rejection is always a possibility, but being disappointed because of it isn't, and with time, you learn how to deal with the negative responses… despite that, Max likes to consider herself too persuasive to ever be declined.

But she has to admit that her intrinsic sense of fearlessness can make her a little insensitive when it comes to people's fear of rejection because, to her, it's just all so simple. Though she tries to be understanding, others' stupidity can become a bit too much for her to handle, and she almost always finds herself on the verge of scolding them for their inability to be bold. It was like when she first started dating Lucas: she had a very serious talk with him about his embarrassment to complain about his wrong orders to the servers because he fears being met with a rude attitude – she still walks up to the workers to point out that his order came with pickles when he didn't want any, but just because it's him. 

For some time now, Max found herself in an annoying situation. Over her boring vacation evenings, she began visiting Family Video a lot, and began picking up on something that grew to be infuriating: Steve's and Y/N's constant bullshit. Their (initial) quiet pining was cute, at first, because it made her feel like she was watching a real-life rom-com, with an exciting "will they or won't they?" plot line… reminiscent of the late-nights where she would pretend to be asleep on the living room couch to catch the new Cheers episode, to see if Diane and Sam would finally get together. Yet, as the days passed and their never-ending coyness appeared to only grow stronger, her hopes started to falter. In fact, the situation began to get so obvious that it started to get on her nerves. Big time.

She was an observer, and easily noticed the lingering looks as they talked, one getting distracted by the other's lips, or the way their brows furrowed when attempting to flirt. Or the jealous blush that dusted over Steve's cheeks whenever he saw you talking to a good-looking customer. And then, whenever you weren't at work, she hears his grumpy huffs that turn into infatuated sighs as soon as you walk through the door, apologizing for being late. It wasn't hard to miss your affectionate words about him when he wasn't around, as if talking about your co-worker would make his absence more tolerable. 

What was sweet, quickly turned into tiresome when the instances of you two almost kissing turn into a daily thing. She can't count the times when she caught Steve leaning his face closer to yours, taking the courage to make his move, but right at the last second… the plan totally backfires. You either bump heads (Max physically cringes whenever she remembers the scene) or too distracted, ended up turning away from the other. Either option brought a burning ache to the chest. 

The blatant crush you have on each other followed Max everywhere she goes as if she was doomed to hear about it until the end of times. Steve was never necessarily reserved about his infatuation – although it seemed like everyone knew about it, except the one person that should –, and since he gives her rides everywhere, she found herself listening to him babble about the gorgeous gleam in your eyes and your shiny hair. The guy sees you as something sacred, and yet… he never admits that he actually likes you, despite the fact that you are all he ever talks about. 

To him, you are a piece of heaven on Earth, the person who understands him the most and makes him feel good about himself, among other incredibly elaborate platonic compliments.

Max knows Steve is pretty much the most idiotic guy to ever exist, but he isn't stupid. It's obvious that he just doesn't want to admit his feelings because, if he does, he will have to do something about it, and being blind to the fact that you feel the same, he doesn't want to risk it. If things went wrong, his heart wouldn't be able to take it. 

The only question roaming Max's head is: he is secure, but at what price? 

It all makes days like today even more unbearable. 

They have been sitting inside Steve's burgundy BMW for almost five minutes now, with the clear window closed, the A/C turned up to maximum speed, and Madonna's 'True Blue' playing on the radio. After their arrival at Family Video's parking lot, Max had asked for a minute, just one fucking minute, to fix her shoelaces and Steve used it as an opportunity to daydream as he stared out the windshield. His eyes were set ahead, and she didn't need to look to know who he was staring at. 

This was starting to get depressing. 

"Steve," Max calls, as harsh as ever. "Stop". 

As if he had just been electrocuted, Steve turns his head to stare at the fifteen-year-old. Eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared, he defends himself, "But I'm not doing anything". 

"Exactly, you moron," she grumbles. "You gotta tell her". 

'No more sadness, I kiss it goodbye. The sun is burs-', Max interrupts Madonna by turning off the radio, stopping any possible distractions.

It's clear that Steve doesn't like where this is going, because his face contorts into that sour annoyed look that makes her take a deep breath. This is going to be difficult.

"Tell what to who?" pretending to be clueless, he purses his lips, but his eyes don't lie, quickly drifting back to Y/N's figure. There was no escape now, not with Max's sharp gaze bearing down on him.

"You're so full of shit".

"Hey! Language, Maxine," he reprimands, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about". 

"You're in love with her," she motions to his co-worker who was still blissfully unaware of the car parked outside. 

And her words rang as an absurdity to him.  

"Max, for the love of-," his protest is interrupted by the girl and the know-it-all tone he hates so much.

"Steve, you're so into her it's ridiculous," her blue eyes narrow at him, hardening her expression. He scoffs, crossing his arms as he looks in the other direction, trying not to give too much away.

They stay like that for a few seconds, with him staring out the window, refusing to take part in the discussion, and Max glaring at his blushing, conflicted face. 

But then, he breaks. 

"Fine," Steve breathes out, "I mean, I'd make out with her… like, platonically, you know?"

The word comes out as if he had just remembered it existed, and Max doesn't buy it for a second, "You can't make out with someone platonically, Steve".

He takes her harsh delivery with a contemplating face, letting it all sink in. It wasn't groundbreaking, but it did break his argument, and he finds himself agreeing with what she had said… and he gets a grip. 

"Why am I listening to a thirteen-year-old?" he mutters, in disbelief. Huffing, Steve turns back at her, already gripping the door handle, "You know what, smarty-pants? I gotta work".

"I'm fifteen, Harrington! And we're not done!"

Max trails behind him as he gets out of the car in a hurry, stepping heavily into the pavement. As Steve bursts through the glass door with the girl in tow, they catch the attention of everyone inside Family Video. He gives you and Robin an embarrassed smile, stepping onto a random aisle, trying to hide from the curious stares. 

From the corner of his eye, Steve realizes that he still hasn't gotten rid of the stubborn girl, so he gathers the cluttered tapes and organizes them, in a failed attempt to avoid Max's inquisitive look. Moving the Pretty in Pink tapes around, the redhead crosses her arms, still staring. 

"You should learn a thing or two about that movie, you know?" she says with a quiet voice.

"What are you talking about, Mayfield?" he asks with a defeated sigh, clearly getting annoyed by her.

"Duckie didn't do anything about his crush on Andie, and had to settle for being her best friend in the end," she spells it out for him, "While she got to make out with Andrew McCarthy. Arguably more good-looking and charming than Jon Cryer". 

Steve rolls his eyes, but the situation does ring out an alarm at the back of his mind. What if… no, let's not go there. "What are you trying to say, wise-ass?"

"I'm saying," she continues, not willing to let him take a breath, "Are you truly willing to miss your shot? Stop being such a coward and go for it!".

"You talk as if I actually have a chance".

There it is. 

This was what she wanted to hear. 

"Steve, the girl is almost putting up a bright sign saying 'Go for it! Ask me out, you idiot!'". 

Drifting his eyes away from the tapes he was organizing, Steve watches as you laugh at something Robin had said. His gaze softens as he contemplates the scene, his hesitancy quavering every time the sound of your laughter reached his ears. This time, seeing the longing look in his eyes made a gentle, sympathetic feeling grow inside Max's chest, so different than the impatient annoyance she was so used to. 

"Look, Steve," her green eyes droop with friendly warmth. Though she might say that this is such a rare sight, that is what he sees every day when he talks to her. "I'm just saying what I noticed, and even if I'm wrong, which I'm not, by the way, you gotta take this off your chest. This is your chance!".

Staring down at her, he can only blink. Her encouraging words are settling in his mind, screeching as they do so, and he wonders… the gears inside his head spinning out of control, smoking everything so bad he almost can't see anything. Steve feels a bit out of breath.

But, impatient as always, Max keeps going as if she hasn't just collapsed all of his plans to stay in your friendship's comfort zone. With the wisdom that few possess, she continues, "I know you're still hung up on your Nancy-heartbreak and everything, but you're standing in your own way on this one, Steve. I can't tell you what the future holds, but I'm sure that you'll feel a lot better after you tell her about it". 

His intentions to continue ignoring it all are crumbling to dust inside him right now and her words make him feel defenseless, too vulnerable to continue disregarding his own fear of possible rejection. 

"That doesn't make sense," he scoffs, though his voice is soft and quiet, "Why would I want to do something like that if I don't know what the outcome is? She might just turn me down, and I don't think I could…"

Eyes drifting back to your breathtaking figure behind the counter, he stops himself before finishing the sentence. His face lit up with an astonishing expression of realization. Steve lets out another defeated sigh… maybe Max was right. 

With a knowing smile, she tells him, "Because you know she's worth it". 

xxx

Steve has had his head in the clouds ever since his little chat with Max earlier and could barely concentrate on having any work done throughout the rest of his shift. It didn't help that he also couldn't escape the sight of you from any corner of Family Video, and had to take several breaks until closing hours to avoid his head from exploding. 

Pacing back and forth inside the employee's break room instead of helping you put everything away (not exactly the top priority on his list right now), Steve tries to muster up even the slightest string of courage to talk to you about his feelings.

Now, on top of being an absolute wimp, he can also add useless when thinking to his list. 

He takes a big breath as he replays what Max had said, and almost unconsciously, snippets of Billy Joel's 'Tell Her About It' start echoing with it. The combination was able to help him make an outline of everything he'd like to say to you. 

"I like you. I don't want the chance to slip away. It's okay if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to say something before it's too late", he mutters to himself, still walking in circles. "If yes, then, ba-ba-bam, charm her up. If heartbreak, retreat. I'll be fine. Fine. Just fine. A-okay". 

Steve feels the same rush as he felt before going to his High School basketball matches, and he can only hope that the results will be far more positive. He takes another deep breath, shaking his arms before he walks over to the door. His fingers touch the door handle, cool under his fingertips. This is his chance. The store was closing, there were no customers around, and Robin had left early for band practice. 

Let's do it, he thinks to himself.

Determined and possessed by a sense of overconfidence, Steve snaps the door open, letting it hit the wall with a loud noise. The sudden movement turns your attention on him, and he can feel his cheeks burning bright under your gaze, his faux bravado trembling below the warmth of your eyes. The quizzical look you gave made him question his own ability for the dramatics. 

"It, uh, got stuck", he offers an embarrassed smile.

Good. Already starting with a lie.

"Yeah," your expression turns into amusement, "it gets jammed all the time". 

The kindness in your voice makes him feel a little better about himself, maybe he wasn't being such a fool in front of you. His heart started to thump inside his chest, blood pumping in his ears like thunder as he walked closer to where you stood, just behind the big counter. With an intense gaze set on your face, he watched as your eyebrows furrow in his direction again. 

"Is there something on my face?" you lift your hand up to your cheek, wiping it off in a hurry.

"No! It's just-," he interrupts himself, suddenly realizing that this script wasn't supposed to go this way. What is he meant to say now? Under your expectant gaze, it's not like he can think of anything intelligible. "It's not that". 

"Oh, okay," breathing out, seeming relieved by the information, you bring your hand down. With a voice that dripped with curiosity, you ask, "Why we-were you staring, then?"

Steve feels so stupid now that he can only blink down at you, his head getting fuzzy by that cute look in your eyes and the way your lips quirked up, stifling a smile. Yeah, he's a goner.

Before he could actually think about what he was saying, he hears the sound of his voice echoing through the empty video rental store, "I don't wanna be a Duckie". 

"What are you talking about?" you laugh out loud, though it's clear that you're not laughing at him. His words took you both by surprise, and he couldn't expect any other reaction. 

"Sorry," Steve apologizes, chuckling along, "I didn't mean to say that. What I wanted to say was… well, by the look on your face I think you already know". 

Again, he just blurted it out without reflecting on it first. But it was justified. 

For the first time, he saw something different in the way you looked up at him. Maybe it was just him being impacted by Max's words, but Steve swears that he has never seen that mellow tenderness gleaming in the color of your eyes before… or at least, he had never noticed it like this. He feels like an even bigger idiot now for not realizing it sooner. 

"Know what?" your question comes as a sign of your unawareness of his new understanding, and it makes a sweet smile grow on his face.

"I like you". 

The three words come out in a far more relaxed way than he had originally imagined his confession to be. Clearly, his realization made a wave of true confidence wash over his body, putting him back in his element of ease. And to say it out loud was a relief like no other.

But when he was met with no answer, just that shocked look on your face, his smile faltered.

"It's alright if you don't feel the same," he reassures, "I just… I didn't want to keep waiting around, wasting more opportunities by never telling you how I feel, because if you feel the same, I really don't want you to get away just like that. And uh- I don't want to be just your friend, but it's fine if you-"

"I like you too", you talk a bit louder than him, interrupting his train of thought, without any remorse. "I, uh- never said anything because I thought you didn't like me back". 

He is still, like a statue in front of you, processing the information. 

And it seems like an eternity before he cups your face, the palms of his hands resting warmly over your cheeks. His long fingers graze against your temples, and just the feeling is enough to ease your hammering heart, but as he leans closer to your face, you can feel your own breath ricocheting against his lips.

Steve stares at you through half-lidded eyes, as if he is waiting for your go-ahead. And it's only when you softly nod up at him that he presses his mouth against yours, letting his lips wrap around your bottom lip in a soft, loving peck. His mind was misty with increasing thoughts of you, your candy-flavored lips, and the smooth texture of your cheeks, along with the feel of the roots of your hair on his fingertips. You were breathing in each other in your kiss, and your breath came faltering against the other cheek. It was truly world-shattering, something you had never felt before in your life. 

As you slowly, and almost reluctantly so, pull apart, Steve feels a small chuckle bubbling up in his throat. Seeing your amused expression, he smiles. 

"We have so much time to make up for". 

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[ihartnat]

are you ashamed?

minors do not initiate! +18

genre: smut

pairings: secret girlfriend natasha romanoff x fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, dom!nat, sub!reader, rough sex, vulgar language, mentions of violence, blowjobs, angry sex. lmk if i miss something…

summary: natasha waits for the principal to show up in the office to receive her official suspension after getting caught for immoral behavior. but unexpectedly, you showed up instead of the principal, she didn’t think twice about using this moment to punish you for making her jealous.

"so fucking boring." natasha muttered to herself, taking her phone out of her pocket to look at the time.

there wasn't going to be a lot of time for this. she was expected to be yelled at by the principal and her council of teachers and tell to get the out of the school, in short a suspension, as usual.

but instead, she was waiting for the them to arrive for over half an hour while sitting on the antique couch inside the principal's office. the principal’s office was peaceful at this moment, there was no teachers or other staff around.

natasha thought that she could accomplish a lot of things in 30 minutes. such as you. YES YOU. when she thought of your face, she grinned to herself, realizing that 30 minutes would be more than enough time for her to take care of you.

you helped her to survive this school. she hated school. she didn’t want to go to school first of all.

on the other hand, you, one of the good girl in school, natasha’s secret girlfriend, loves school.

you were the only reason why she continued to attend school because she was so in love with the way you blush when you were trying to stop her from teasing you during class hours.

she was in love with everything about you — the way you would bite your lips, the way you would try to pull her hand away from your crotch, the way you would squeal in her whispers when she touched you.

you were the most attractive girl, especially in her eyes, the girl that everyone admired, the finest student in the class, and she loves the sight when you were on your knees pleading for her attention was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“fucking hell.” she clenched her fists, getting annoyed. she could be fucking your gorgeous pussy in one of those empty classes right now, but she believed that today's bad luck prevented her from doing so...

she assumed that today was not her day because, despite coming here in the hopes of seeing your attractive face or perhaps more, all she got was a suspension again and again just because she broke someone's nose, she punched the guy's face for multiple times ending him up to the hospital. she believed that the fool who tried to flirt with you in front of her deserved what he was getting. she could not just simply stand by and observe.

she had to punish you for that as she was still aware of the earlier incidents. she couldn't have her girlfriend acting inappropriately behind her back, although she was aware that you wouldn't act in such a manner, this was just another opportunity for her to fuck you dumb, and she was wise enough to realize that she shouldn't pass it up.

since the principal and the teachers didn't appear to be arriving anytime soon, natasha waited for a further 20 minutes before losing all her patience and deciding to leave.

"bullshit, i'm going. fucking waste of time." natasha hissed as she made her way to the door, wishing to leave this place as soon as possible. she just wasted so much time waiting.

she pulled the door open aggressively while muttering vulgarities till her eyes met your extremely bewildered ones. she smirked on how her food was placed immediately right in front of her.

"well, look who's here." she grinned playfully, before you had a chance to respond, she pulled you inside the principal’s office, trapping you between the door and herself.

"hi there baby, came to visit me?"

"natasha, what are you doing here —" you paused in mid-sentence as you thought back to the earlier incident, "wait, are you getting suspended again?"

"yeah obviously, thanks to you."

thanks to me? what did i do?

"i didn't even do anything?" you answered confused.

"if you didn't do anything then why did i end up breaking that fucking guy's nose, mhm? why did he end up in the hospital?"

"nat — i told him i wasn't interested and you saw that. you heard that. you know, i’ll never —”

"i do saw that, baby... but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a punishment." she whispered to my ear, "that made me jealous a while ago, you know? if one of your teacher didn’t caught me beating those guy’s ass, i’m sure he is now dead. that shit pissed me off.” she chuckled bitterly.

you felt bad to that guy and to natasha as you looked down and as usual, you were the one who caused why she ended up here, in the principal's office.

"what are those files?" she asked, her hand continued to play with your smooth strands while she remained in direct range.

“the principal told me to bring these here.”

you were the most well-known student for being intelligent after all, so of course the principal would trust you with the files and shit, natasha thought.

“so he is not coming?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

you shook your head, responding as a no, “well, he said they have an urgent meeting with the other teachers.” you answered.

"ugh! that fucking bastard." she cursed angrily, knowing she waited for almost an hour for nothing.

wait, that wasn't nothing because you were finally here. time wasn’t wasted at all.

her mood suddenly changed, "won’t you look at that.." natasha pulled you by your chin, “it’s gonna be just you and me here alone, mhm?”

even though she was used to being suspended, you couldn't help but feel guilty for giving her one again. you nodded slowly, trying not to look into her eyes. the fact that her attractive face was only a few inches away from yours didn't exactly ease your severe uneasiness either; rather, it served to aggravate it.

she interrupted your deep thoughts by lightly brushing your lower lip with her thumb. she kissed you on the lips and whispered, "you put me in so much trouble, baby."

"i'm sorry." you apologized. it made you despise yourself that you could now only whisper. she was well aware of your vulnerability to her power, and in most cases—like this one—you didn't even attempt to resist.

she smirked evilly, "wanna show me how sorry you are, sweetheart?” she moved closer and breathed hot air in your face, bringing you further closer to her. her lips were seductively brushing against yours.

you knew where this was going.

"hurry, baby. show me how sorry you are." she repeated, sounding like she was eager.

the thought of having sex in the principal's office was too risky. also, you were not sure if there was a cctv camera. if there was, you would be dead.

"i — what do you want me to do?" you asked nervously.

"get on your knees for me?” she cooed, kissing you on the corner of your lips until it went down to your neck.

you moaned slightly to the feeling of it, you were starting to feel something hot inside your body.

you did as you were told, noticing how hard she was already. the excitement of having natasha fuck your mouth and having her deeply within your tummy made you tighten your thighs.

she gave you a gentle tap on the lips to signal that you should open wide for her, and when you did, she grinned with pleasure. she immediately unbuckled her belt and slid down her pants for you, her skillful hands working quickly for the sake of both of you.

"y/n..." she whined quietly, after a few strokes, she pushed her tip on your mouth, allowing you to suck a little before fully squeezing in. "would your teachers be proud if they knew how slut you are for my cock?"

you've been in the principal's office for a couple of times already due to school work reasons but this time you were here with your secret girlfriend — doing some inappropriate work.

“mhm oh god, just like that baby, you’re doing so good!” natasha praised you while she proceeded to fuck your mouth aggressively with her tip on the back of your throat, "keep going, baby. you're my dirty little girl, right?"

due to the way you gagged around her and the way her motions caused your jaw to slack, a mixture of your spit and her cum was dripping from your chin.

as you continued sucking her, you hollowed your cheeks around her length to increase her enjoyment. you could notice how hard she was trying to control her moans by biting on her lips repeatedly to keep quiet.

you, on the other hand, were never a fan of risky activities like public sex, but natasha was a sucker for that. she often begged for a quickie during lunch or a quick head after school, claiming no one would notice—which, for the most part, was true. even though you weren't a big fan, you had to confess that you enjoyed the excitement.

"fuck baby, i'm so close." natasha moaned pretty loudly, her voice gradually becoming higher as she came closer. she shifted you away from her dick by tugging on your hair, causing her length to fall free with a quiet pop.

you were sure that your mascara was fully ruined, the coat of cum and spit that had piled on your chin together with your uniform made you look horrible, but the way natasha was staring at you with her green eyes as she was panting made you feel like the hottest woman in the world.

she pushed you into the antique couch that she had been sitting on a while ago while wrapping her hands around your neck. she tightened her teeth and said, "you’re so fucking beautiful," noticing how ravishingly beautiful you were just for her.

natasha turned you around and bent you over, she grinned as she noticed the wetness on your adorable undies and said, "you love being a slut for me, don't you?” she teased by slapping your pussy over your panties while putting her fingers on the enter where it was soaking wet.

“nat, please…”

“please, what?” she chucked evilly. “i wish your teachers could see you like this. see how ‘good innocent student’ you are.” she let out, emphasizing those words.

she pulled your panties down, growling at the sight of your wetness stuck to your underwear. “god baby, you’re making me so horny. i can’t wait to put this cock inside of you.” she let out and slapped your ass.

you were now so wet, you want to take her cock. you want her inside of you, “nat, i want you now.” you muttered.

natasha smirked at you and pulled your panties down to your legs, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby. look at your pussy, it look so perfect, just for me.” she said as she was looking at the fully viewed pussy of yours.

“nat, please just fuck me!” you hissed desperately.

“didn’t your teachers teach you to be patient?” natasha laughed. she was now rubbing her tip on your entrance, making you squirm slighty and more desperate. “i guess they didn’t. be my pretty good student then.”

“i — ”before you could speak, natasha pushed her big thick cock all the way inside you, without any warning. you bit your lips and hissed in pain, as your pussy sucking her cock.

with each thrust, natasha began to move her hips slowly yet deeply as though she enjoyed your reaction. she was going to take her time with you and fuck you mercilessly.

you couldn't move in the position she had you in, making her the clear dominant one. she was holding body, mostly your hips tightly, her groans filled the room along with your little whimpers as you could feel her movements quickening. your pitches followed the beat of her hips, increasing with each hit.

with that, you were making an effort to control your noise, but natasha, was there to disrupt your plans as she started aggressively slamming her cock into you nonstop.

“nat, please slow down….” you whined quietly.

you were a completely moron to assume that she would still have some kindness left in her at this point.

“are you scared of getting caught? you scared they might see you like this?” she spanked your ass, wanting you to lose yourself even more.

“mhm god… you’re so big…” you murmured, biting the cushion as you tried to lower your moans, you hissed in pain after she slapped you in the ass.

“or you are ashamed to be getting fucked by me, huh?” she pulled your head back and freed you from the cushions you were biting on. she was seeking for a response from you and you know to yourself she would not be pleased until she had one.

“n-no please, nat!” you cried out as you stuttered, hands searching for something to grab onto. she was fucking you so hard, you were now bending your neck and back causing it to almost break. at this point, talking was difficult for you to do right now.

“fuck y/n! look at me when i’m talking to you!” she forced your head back much more, putting a tight grip around your throat and locking you in the position she put you in. “why do you want us to be in secret? are you ashamed of me? am I not good enough for you, mhm?” 

this time, her voice was serious and even sounded hurt. with the way she bottomed out, feeling her deep inside your pussy, you could see her releasing all the repressed annoyance from you. you were extremely close.

“y-you are nat, i’m sorry, p-please...” you begged.

you realized that she had a reason to be upset and with that you wanted to talk to about it with her.

“please? in the mood to beg today, huh sweetheart?” she teased, she loved seeing you looking like a mess and miserable. natasha couldn't manage to stay mad with you. it was pissing the shit out of her but she couldn't help it, she was too fragile for you. “do you wanna cum, baby?”

“yes please, baby…”

“come for me, baby.”

just like you, she was close to her climax. she was been trying to hold it together for a while, but having you so beautiful on her cock with the school uniform was driving her crazy. she wanted to breed you so bad in this room and corrupt every good thing about you.

she had to give you a few more deep thrusts before you began cumming and moaning weakly. her hot seeds spilled into your throbbing pussy and sweat was now pouring from your bodies as you both panted and gasped.

she gave you a kiss on your neck as she pulled out. you saw her wiping all the mess you both made using her hoodie. she helped you to fix your clothes back in proper. you smiled at her knowing she was always doing the aftercare every time you both do it.

both of you were now sitting on the couch, while your head was resting on natasha’s shoulder.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” the embarrassment quickly overcame her as she whispered softly, her head bowed in shame.

you gave her a confused look and asked, “for what?”

“you know for this… i know you hate being in risk.”

you wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging her hair behind her ear. “baby, it’s okay i like doing it with you...” you said, giving her a peck on the lips, “…and i think i should be the who need to apologize.”

“what? why?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“uh… for making you feel i’m ashamed of you. for our relationship.”

“oh god, i didn’t mean to —”

“no nat, you were right.” you interrupted her, thinking she deserved better than being a secret. to be honest, you were scared that people in school and your parents would know that you were finally dating someone and you were still not comfortable with the thought of them knowing you have a girlfriend, “we should finally tell people we’re dating so no one would get hurt again.” you chucked a little.

“even your parents?” natasha asked and you nodded.

“you sure? you know i just talk a lot sometimes.” she laughed. “we don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable, baby...”

“i’m so sure baby, i want them to know that i am your girlfriend and you are only mine.” you bit your lips and grinned in excitement.

when she heard what you said, natasha smiled and leaned in to give you a passionate kiss. you loved how forgiving and patient she was with you. you could never asked for more. you were so lucky to have her. she was such a keeper.

“i think i should get going, still have a math class.” you giggled as the two of you pulled away.

“you’re such a nerd.” she teased.

“shut up and go to your class too!” you scolded her, rolling your eyes playfully.

“nah, i’d rather stay here than listen to mrs. hugo’s history lecture. her class is so boring for real.” natasha said and rolled her eyes dramatically.

you shook your head and said, “ fine whatever, nat… see you tomorrow.”

“see you later.” she corrected, “i’ll come get you after your class.” natasha smirked and gave you a wink.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut

[burning-sol]

Written ver under the cut :)

[*intro*]

Charlie: What do you remember her looking like?

Grizzly: Well back in highschool, she had very straight long black hair.. Very, know you, like pale skin like.... *fades out*

Kian: You know, nothing changes! (she hasn't changed)

[Kiss me (kiss me), down by the broken treehouse.]

Becky: I didn't uh, I didn't know you'd be here either! I was just..back for the weekend visiting my parents.

[Swing me (swing me), upon its hanging tire.]

Becky: But uh, shit, we' got a lot of catching up to do, huh?

[Bring bring (bring bring), bring your flower hat, we'll take the trail marked on your father's map.]

Kian: 'Actually got invited to a.. You know, sort of a party for tonight if you uh wanna head over there. ..you know, with me?

[Ooo~!]

Becky: Yeah.

[Kiss me, down by the faded warnings.]

Becky: I'm... Supposed to be spending the weekend with my parents but..

Kian: Fuck it right?

[Lead me, out through the crumbling wall.]

Becky: Honestly, they're- Yeah, they're treating me like I'm um, like I'm in highschool again. *chuckles*

[Lift the barricade.]

Becky: So.. I'd really like that

[Strike up the band and make the blowflies dance..]

Kian: Alright, yeah, let's uh.. Let's fucking do it then!

[..SILVER MOON'S DARKENING...]

Kian: See where the night takes us!

Becky: Let's do it.

[..so kiss me.]

[*chipper tune plays*]

Kian: Y-Yo-u just end up wak-wa ki n g  next to some b-b-b-bodies that that that you forget in a few ho u h ours. fa ce- You know faces pass but..

Becky: ..faces pass, 《but hey you're home bound》. *she will not be leaving galloway*

[*song sounds stranger in tone*]

[Kiss me (kiss me), besides the melting tree stumps.]

Kian: I dunno ha-ha-have.... Since you've been home for the weekend,

[Kiss me (kiss me), down on the dead grey grass.]

Kian: -has anything been like weird for you like..? Anything feel strange.?

[Sniff sniff (sniff sniff), it smells so sickly sweet, but everywhere I turn there's ROTTING MEAT..]

Charlie: You can tell she's trying to play it kind of cool but li-like... She seems a little awkward about something.

Becky: Kian Stone.. You nervous?

[Ooo~!]

[Kiss me, down by the bubbling crow skulls.]

Kian: You know for old time's sake, you wanna take a walk? You know, down to Willot street? *he wants to believe*

[Kiss me, beneath the black wet chains.]

Kian: Like we used to, you know. That's kind of what I came here for if you- I-If you're-

[It's impossible..?]

Becky: Yeah!

Kian: Oh you're down? Cool!

Becky: Yeah! Okay, okay.. *she knows she shouldn't*

[I hear the voice of long-dead loved ones calling to leave quickly...]

Becky: Oh man.. Well 《at least there's one good thing》 about being back!

Kian: I'll say...

[..so kiss me.]

[*ominous interlude*]

Becky: *lets out a snicker, sounding like she's working herself up to tearing up* You know shit just happened and i i i i t kept happening and I I I.. You know, 《SIGNED ON》 with -> s o m e  th i n g <-   sh[]  y (I) shouldn't of and t h  e e n-n... I guess I got so caught up in it all.

[Kiss me (hold me), (hold me) the air got cold so quickly (kiss me).]

Becky: Eventually I- I figured it out.. But um... *she hesitates*

[Kiss me (hold me), perhaps we should go in (kiss me).]

Charlie: I-It's quiet. And you feel your eyes pull back to hers.

[Wait wait!! (WAIT WAIT)]

Becky: I didn't know you were waitin'. *she was alone*

[What was your father's name?]

Becky: I didn't know I left you waitin'...... *she lost hope*

[(KISS ME)]

[Why does this map feel just like human skin? (HOLD ME)]

Kian: *reassuring* Hey I mean.. We're here now.

[oooh...]

[KISS ME]

Charlie: She's (already dead) crying man.

Becky: *laughs full of mourning*

[HELP ME (kiss me), beside the boiling tendrils.]

Becky: I.. Even though we both have to go.. 《WHEREVER WE'RE GOING AFTER THIS》..

[HELP ME (kiss me), why do the trees have veins??]

Becky: ..I think we should make this last.

[Are there bugs on me!?? (WAIT WAIT!!!)]

Becky: I think I'm in a memory I want to be making.

[I FEEL THE OOZING CREEPING THROBBING EGGS ALL SHIFTING INSIDE ME..]

Becky: ..you know that feeling?

Kian: Yeah, uh..

[So help me.]

Kian: If you wanna run away..

[..(wait wait)....]

Kian: There's still time.

[Help me.]

Kian: ..right? (..right?)

[..(w a  i tt w a ii t.).....]

[*unsettling interlude*]

BecKY(¿): It's It's It's not all that I mean  I'm sure y ou ou ou .. I'm sure you kno o  *breathes out eerily* w w ..

[*music builds*]

Kian: Uh.. *he doesn't want to believe it*

[*bitb track is introduced, adding to the buildup*]

what remains of rebecca jones: Y-You know I.I... I I I shot my shot!! (she tried her best) *breathes out with a smile*

[*music halts on some disquietening notes*]

[*LOUD DISTORTED NOISE*]

[K I  S S   M E]

[...]

[Kiss me (kiss me), I'm feeling so much better!!]

Charlie: So she's writing this song with you and her behaviour is becoming increasingly st- r  a a n g e  as she's like [Kiss ] flitting through the [m] n n [m] n [me]  otes [Kiss me]  repeatedly and repeatedly [AND I CAN MAKE YOU STRONG] and then like  l-l--looking back to you  like [..hide hide...! (hide hide!!!)] *jumbled* noth  wrong  things were  then like  scribling  sense non on the page.

[I'LL FIND YOU SOON ENOUGH]

she made an honest mistake: This song's al(it hasn't) been inside me and [ ^.^ Your bones will harden and your skin will slough!! \(^.^)/ ] it just wants to (KIAN) GET OUT- OUT- OUT!! *she's pleading*

Kian: Like metaphorically oo o r..?

[OOOooOoOOOO~!!]

[KISS ME. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FOREVER]

Charlie: You start to notice as you guys are kind of singing it together like testing out the..

[KISS ME. I KNOW YOU'LL LIKE THE CHANGE.]

Charlie: The lyrics and stuff and you flit back your eyes to the page she's writing on.

[THE EGGS WILL FILL YOUR VEINS. LET ME EXPLAIN A SECOND'S PAIN GIVES WAY TO PLEASURES ONLY DREAMED OF.]

Charlie: ..and it feels like the words, the letters are almost 《C CR R A W L ING》 and you blink for a second and she is [SO KISS MEEE] NOT [EE] human. [EE] SH[E] IS SOM[E]THING ELS[E].. [EEE]

[Kiss me...]

Charlie: And you blink again and once again it's you and.. Her.

[Kiss me...]

Charlie: At the base of this tree. And you blink and it's gone-

[kIsS m.e..]

Charlie: -and you just see her nice, very cute legible handwriting again.

[k..s.....e......]

[*music fades out*]

[*the music takes on a hopeful note*]

Becky: *stops his hand* Kian that's uh.. That's really good.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.... *she leans her head against him* I'm sorry, I didn't know.. (it would turn out this way)

Forgive her: I j-just.. (wanted to be with you one last time)

[Kill me... I won't stay down much longer...]

[Kill me... I'll only wake up stronger...]

[Kill me...]

She's sorry: You know the only thing not so shitty..

[I've opened up the path..]

I'm sorry: About this 《SHITTY TOWN》..

[You'll wake up from this scary dream and laugh..]

Was you: ..is you.

[*song cuts out*]

*END.*

#jrwi spoilers #jrwi bitb spoilers #📚 my posts #🖍️ art #just roll with it #jrwi blood in the bayou #kian stone #becky jones

[angelltheninth]

Hihi! I noticed you wrote stuff for Kieran white! Can I request him visiting us in the middle of the night after a mission and he just needs to fuck us to let out some pent up energy? I have the biggest crush on him

Then we have the same crush Anon, I love characters like Kieran.

Pairing: Kieran White x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, midnight visits, sex to destress, reunion sex, slightly possessive sex, bath sex

A/N: This really needs an animated adaptation.

You'd already gotten into your bath when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend. "Cleaning up without me sweetheart?" He asked in the middle of taking off his bloody shirt. You didn't want to know whose it was, just that it wasn't Kieran's, which it wasn't because there wasn't a single injury upon his naked body. Thank god, you could fully relax now.

Well that was the plan if he didn't slip behind you and cupped your tits from behind. "Already?" You reached behind him to stroke his still soft cock. It wasn't gonna stay soft for long, it never did after he came back from his missions.

"Already? I've been thinking about you for the entire flight back here. I was hoping you'd wait for me like this. Saves me the time I need to take your clothes off." Kieran pushed his hips against yours to move you into a better position, "Grip the edge of the tub. Don't worry, I won't let you slip, I just need to slip into you okay?" His lips pressed to an already healing bruise on your shoulder, seeking to make it into a new one again.

In the fogged up glass you could just barely make out his unkept hair and his mischievous blue eyes. They met yours right as his hand slipped to your clit. His fingers, which had hours later killed people, brought you so much pleasure now. You hand faltered slightly on his cock so you focused more on the tip where he was most sensitive, getting deep pleasurable signs from him, warm puffs of air against your ear making you slightly dizzy.

You did hear Keira whisper in your ear but the meaning of his word hit you only when you felt his cock being pushed inside you. "So wet. Not from the bath either am I right. You'd been waiting for me too haven't you pretty? Thinking about me fucking you from behind, leaving my marks on you, telling you how amazing you feel around my cock, how beautiful you look to me when you're like this." The warm water started splashing against your body as his body moved back and forth behind you, some of it spilling over the edge and onto the floor, but you didn't care about that right now, you only cared about the praise he showered upon you.

There was so much stress in his body, even muscle pulled taunt, the tension visible in his shoulders as you watched him in the fogged up mirror. This was one of the quickest ways for him to release it. The truth was part of you knew he'd fuck you as soon as he got home and hoped that it would be while you were taking a bath. You hope that he'd come all over your back.

"All over your back huh? Is that what you've been thinking about? Is that the reason your clit is so fucking sensitive right now?" Why deny it now? You nodded, egging him on by clenching your pussy, trying to make him finish as fast as possible, "Ah-ah. If I'm gonna do that I need to pull out first. You're fine with it right?"

"No." You whimpered in admission, "But... just wanna... wanna come with you Keiran. Please make me come, darling please."

"You don't have to beg me for that. I'll give you all the pleasure I can." You heard him growl, mourning the loss of fullness in your pussy while he speed to the circles around your clit. You came with a cry, fully getting dizzy from the pleasure and the heat of the bathroom, only worsened by the the feeling of his comeshot cross your back. "What a breathtaking sight. You look amazing... in white."

#purple hyacinth #kieran white #webtoon x reader #purple hyacinth x reader #kieran white x reader #webtoon smut #manhwa x reader #manhwa smut #manhwa x you #smut drabble #x female reader

[konigsblog]

Ughh i need more yandere! Kidnapper! König!! What if he wrongfully accused his darling of doing something bad and then after a very harsh punishment he finds out that she didn’t actually do it and how he comforts her :( ughh angstyyy

do we share the same mind 😵‍💫;

while könig was away on a mission, you'd noticed how the locks on the front door began deteriorating and became rusted. and, so you attempted to fix them, managing to break them in the process. you'd recently developed stockholm syndrome, you felt as if you only lived for könig, that he had full control over your body.

but, könig didn't appreciate your help when he arrived back. he growled something under his breath, slamming the door shut aggressively and going to find you curled up in bed, cuddling his pillow for his scent. you were shaked awake, going to hug him after seeing his arrival. “when are you going to fucking learn?!” that tone, the love suddenly replaced with fear and terror as you were dragged into the basement, the place that held memories you'd rather not relive.

“if you don't listen, i have to punish you. start fucking listening when i tell you to.” könig's voice was loud in your ear as he threw you into the basement, too shocked to say anything as you choked on sobs.. clinging to the wall desperately, confused on his sudden attitude change. you could hear the sounds of grunts and sighs of annoyance; he was trying to fix the locks you'd ‘broken’.

he came down with a plate full of food, sliding it towards you and waiting for you to say something, anything. “well? what do you have to say for yourself?” you avoided eye contact, staring at the ground, no longer crying as he contemplated whether he truly loved you. was this love? “answer me, gottverdammt!” you hid yourself from him, now scared of the figure looming above you.

oh, how you hated when he used his height to scare you.

weeks passed, occasional visits with food, no words spoken, at least from you. that silence, it made him gag; nauseated that you were no longer speaking, silence. “schatz?” that voice, quiet, familiar, loving. you hadn't made eye contact since that day, he felt alone, like before he'd met you. “sonnenschein, bitte...” finally, making eye contact with him, the life in your eyes drained, yet giving him a sense of hope that he wasn't alone.

why was he suddenly sorry? well, he'd only recently checked the security cameras, expecting to use this as proof against you. but instead, he saw you helping, accidentally breaking the locks. guilt was what bloomed, not the flowers you'd planted in the garden, now dead and lifeless - that look in your eyes, lifeless. he spoke no words,

his actions proved what you both knew.

taking you upstairs and into the bath, bubbles and hot water washing away layers of dirt and dust on your skin. kissing your forehead whenever he had the chance, tilting your head upwards to brush your teeth, and doing whatever you need to for your hair. they mirror, your reflection, you were invisible to him, so silent, so quiet, so ruined.

#orla speaks #yandere #yandere imagines #könig cod mw2 #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig #könig x reader #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig #konig call of duty

[daceydeath]

Hi! I just recent found your page! I was wondering if you could do a story where y/n sprained her ankle during dance practice and how the boys take care of her. Scold her a bit too? Lol thank you 😊

Hi, I am glad you found me 🥰 I can absolutely write something like that for you, I just hope you like it and I don't disappoint. DaceyDeath xx

When you Fall and Hurt Yourself While Dancing - Hyung Line

Word Count: 3.1K Genre: Fluff, Angst Warnings: Swearing, injuries (obviously) Requested

Maknae line can be found here

Chan You had dropped by JYP to have lunch with Chan, he had been so busy over the past week that you knew it was going to take every spare moment you could squeeze out to see each other. As usual he was in his studio on a work call so you wandered over to the dance space to visit the others. Opening the door you were confronted with chaos, like usual really, Minho was monitoring how Innie was dancing while Seungmin and Hyunjin dicked about to annoy Changbin.

"Hi noona" Felix called excitedly skidding over to give you a hug.

"Is he still on a call?" Han laughed as you sat yourself down against the wall to watch them practice while you sipped from your water bottle. After a little while they all got back to seriously practicing blocking out the choreography for the new song that would be to title track for the new album.

"We can't get anymore done until Chan gets back" Minho sighed looking disappointed as he glared at the door in the mirror.

"Why not" you asked tilting you head confused.

"It's really hard to start the choreography practice if we don't have where each of us will be for the start point, we can't get the spacing right otherwise" Minho explained as you nodded along.

"Why don't you just have someone stand in for Chan?" you asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"We would need someone who isn't doing anything else for an unknown amount of time no one is just sitting around doing nothing" Hyunjin added frowning deeply as Felix laughed loudly and ran across the room to you.

"What is so funny?" Han asked looking at Felix as he took your hand and pulled you to your feet.

"Who else is sitting around waiting for Chan?" Felix asked bringing you to stand beside Changbin where Chan would be for at least the start of the choreography.

"Genius" Minho grinned turning back to the mirror as he started to instruct each of them what they were doing. You had no idea how long you had just been moving where ever Minho instructed you to, or at what point you started following along with the choreography but once the run through had happened half a dozen times you were following along just fine until Changbin went right instead of left and took you out.

"Fucking shitting hell" you groaned in real pain after you had gotten tangled with Changbin and ended up on the floor. "Bin you're heavy get off".

"Yah I'm sorry" he yelped getting up quickly as the others watched in amusement before noticing your face was actually screwed up in pain.

"You were meant to go left not right" you whimpered as he pulled you up making Minho cut the music to help you.

"Shit you're actually hurt" he gulped looking slightly alarmed.

"It's just my ankle and I have two" you tried joking and Changbin helped you limp to the couch to sit. "Just don't tell Channie".

Chan came back a few minutes later and was thrilled to see how far they had gotten without him and after another hour of practice they finished up. Still in pain from when you fell you didn't get straight up to kiss Chan or mention lunch instead trying to hide your grimace when Han flopped down next to you.

"Baby what happened? Are you ok?" he instantly caught your expression and tensed up.

"I had a tiny accident while I was waiting for you. It's nothing just my ankle is a little sore" you explained vaguely attempting to get up and put all your weight on your other foot.

"What tiny accident?" he narrowed his eyes looking at you suspiciously

"I fell over dancing" you admitted sheepishly biting your lip.

"I have told you dozens of time the boys mess around too much and you will get hurt" he scolded you halfheartedly swinging you into his arms "You aren't a professional baby girl"

"I'm sorry Channie, I was only trying to help with blocking out your spot while the guys practiced and I was helping before I got taken out" you pouted.

"You're lucky you're cute baby" He sighed kissing your forehead.

"Chan" you squealed as he made for the door the others following behind the pair of you.

"We are going to get this checked out, then you are going to tell me which one of them took you out" He grumbled although you could tell he meant it softer.

"I'm no snitch Christopher Bang" you snipped making him chuckle.

Lee Know In order to hone his ability to choreograph different styles and types of dances you had agreed that, even though you were not a very good dancer, you would help your boyfriend out. He had been thinking up how to choreograph a couples dance for weeks now and once he had inspiration you were going to be going to the studio to learn and practice it.

It was currently 4 am and you had been practicing for three hours now, not that you were going to complain this was his passion and you would do anything to support him. You had nothing to do the next day so you could sleep then, suppressing a yawn you got back into your starting position.

"Did you want to try it with the heels now kitten?" he asked softly looking at you with excited eyes.

"Of course love" you smiled tiredly going over to sit and change into the pretty heels that he had asked to wear when he filmed the final product, he had been very specific about the look of what he was going for you after slipping into the new shoes you took your place back beside him on the floor.

"Alright from the top. Five, six, seven eight" He counted the pain of you in and you started the first one was a little more difficult with the heels instead of sneakers but you managed not to fall on your butt.

"You did that really well kitten, do you want to try it one more time and we will go home?" he asked his grin bright as he panted slightly the sweat gleaming on his forehead. Nodding you returned to your start point even though your feet hurt and you were tired one more wouldn't hurt to make him happy. He spun you one last time moving to go into the final chorus when his foot knocked the heel you were still holding all your weight on making you crumple like a house of cards, your ankle rolling in the process. You shrieked loudly as you landed the pain in your ankle obvious before you even moved.

"Kitten???" he shouted loudly as he ran to turn the music off and then help you up. You were slipping the shoes from your feet when you noticed your ankle was already slightly swollen.

"My ankle" you whimpered sniffling a little.

"Oh shit, kitten I'm sorry I will get you some ice and I will take you to the hospital" he mumbled seeming quite lost. "I can't believe I hurt you so badly, I'm so sorry kitten". His face was pained as he looked at you tears starting to pool in his lashes.

"You didn't hurt me it was an accident" you sniffed "I'm sorry I stuffed your choreography up" you took one of his hands in yours squeezing it.

"Don't be silly kitten you're more important than a stupid dance" he huffed as he helped you hop to the couch before texting Chan who was still in his studio to help him get you to the car. You knew Chan was fast but when he burst through the door a good minute or so before Changbin and Han you knew he had properly sprinted from the studio. You were sitting with your leg up on Minho's lap he had strapped ice packs to it to keep the swelling under control.

"Shit" Chan frowned coming over to look at your ankle before clapping his hand on Minho's shoulder squeezing it "This isn't your fault, stop blaming yourself accidents happen".

"We can grab your stuff" Han swatted your hand away from trying to pick up your bag "Minho and Chan will get you to the car".

After being treated like you had broken both your legs and would never walk again, bundled into the car by the two worried looking boys and driven to the hospital where embarrassingly the others all turned up to you were diagnosed with a sprained ankle, not an incurable injury as they were all treating it, making you laugh at Minho for his dramatics about the whole thing.

"I hope you learned a lesson here kitten" Minho scolded lightly "You are never dancing in heels again, ever".

Changbin Changbin had always adored that your were so close to his members, swapping recipes with Minho, join in on the online games with the younger members and, much to everyone's relief the one that now learnt all the TikTok dances with Felix.

You were currently laughing loudly at the over the top version that Minho and Han were dancing to imitate Felix teaching you whatever this stupid one was called. Hyunjin was trying his best to give you tips and pointers on your moves but you had told him the fact that you were a crap dancer added to your mystique making them all crack up again.

"Seriously you aren't that bad a dancer" Hyunjin insisted through his giggles.

"I'm never going to be graceful Hyunjin, I'm not built for grace I'm built for falling on my face" you joked as Felix slid down the wall laughing.

"Ok, ok, we need to get it together so we can get back on track" Chan grinned trying to stop his own laughter.

"One more practice then we will record it and were done" hiccuped Jeongin who had promised to film for you today. Chan nodded as you and Felix got back into your positions and did one last run through you trying not to make a total arse of yourself before you grabbed the two over sized black hoodies and hats that you needed to disguise Felix and yourself for the clip.

"Now I know we didn't practice the jump but I know you can do it I've seen you jump on Binnie before" Felix grinned and you nodded knowing you could do it without too much issue.

"I'm heavier than you think though Felix, you sure you want me to?" you asked cautiously not wanting to seem like you were doubting his strength.

"Yeah should be easy" he reassured you pulling the hat all the way over his face and you grinned in response as you got into position to record. You put more effort into the actual video than you had playing around with Felix and Changbin was proud to see Hyunjin actually look impressed with how you moved your body. You finished up with jumping and wrapping your legs around Felix's waist as the routine needed, Felix catching you easily except he hadn't been expecting you to move with such force so you both moved out of the view of the phone.

"Shit" Felix grunted softly as he tried to maintain his balance, and failing, as you started to drop your legs you both hit the ground hard making the others laugh loudly and Jeongin stop recording.

"Fuck sorry" he chuckled until he moved and you shrieked your ankle popping loudly, he froze watching the tears run down your cheeks freely as the laughter stopped and Changbin was at your side helping Felix to move you off of him and off the floor.

"Baby! Shit I knew you shouldn't be doing stupid shit like this" Changbin yelled his worry over coming him more than anger.

"M'sorry Binnie" you cried as you felt your ankle pop again this time making the pain lessen slightly but not much.

"Changbin, take a breath it was an accident" Chan pushed him to sit beside you as Felix looked at you from across the room where he was being hugged by Hyunjin tears in his own eyes. Swallowing thickly you let Chan and Minho put ice on your ankle as they called their manager to get you to the hospital. Changbin continued holding you his concern obvious to the others.

"I'm so sorry" Felix repeated again and again watching you wince and whimper as they moved you around.

"It's not your fault Felix" you tried to reassure him.

"You shouldn't be doing these sorts of things baby, you could have hurt yourself worse or you could have hurt Felix" he muttered into you hair his voice shaking slightly.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled miserably as their manager came in with the first aid kit to help you bind your ankle before you were moved to a car to go to the hospital.

The manager took you by yourself to the hospital and you texted Felix and Changbin non stop to tell them you were alright, it was your fault and you were sorry, once you were bandaged up properly and given crutches to get around on the manager brought you back to JYP where the others were now almost finished for their day. Limping back in on the crutches they all crowded around you to cuddle you.

"What's the verdict?" Chan asked softly patting your head.

"I dislocated and sprained my ankle" you mumbled "I'll be on crutches for weeks.

Hyunjin You had been seeing Hyunjin in secret, secret from the fans at least, for about six months. Both of you being idols had put a huge amount of pressure to not let either of your fandom know, not because either of you thought your fans wouldn't be happy for you, because the company was happier just not having to deal with any sort of drama at the time. You had agreed to abide by the rules they had set for you both and so far you had managed to keep everything under wraps.

It was the second night of your groups concert and your family and Hyunjin's had made their way into Seoul to see you perform, you had obviously invited Hyunjin and his members too in order to make it less suspicious that he was there and since you shared the same company it wasn't to strange and idea that they would be supporting your group.

The show had been going well, you had performed in your duo units, done all of your crowd pleasing hits and had been interacting with the crowd making you so happy that when the encore stage started and you were all ready for your last song you didn't notice on of the streamers that had gotten caught around one of the fold backs on on the far end of the stage, going into the chorus of the last song you slipped landing hard and almost falling into the wings of the stage where you remained sitting as your ankle throbbed painfully. Your members were quick to notice when you missed your line quickly making their way over to you and cutting the song short as they helped you from the stage.

You told them to start the last song over and apologize on your behalf and, to their credit they did, but not before you hear Hyunjin's voice calling for you down the corridor.

"Go, apologize, I will use the back stage mic to apologize as well" you instructed quickly your leader agreeing and hurrying the others back to the stage.

"Princess?!?" he almost shrieked as he, Chan and Felix made their way into the room.

"Just let me make this announcement first" you swallowed the lump forming in your throat "Hi again Love Bugs, I'm sorry I could not finish the show but lets take it from the top one more time" you cheered hearing the crowd from the stage as the music started once again. The backstage microphone was taken by staff before either of you spoke.

"Princess, I have told you to always look where you are going" Hyunjin scolded lightly "What if you had seriously hurt yourself? you could end your dancing career so easily, then what would you do?".

"She knows that Hyunjinnie no need to be harsh with her" Chan soothed gesturing for Felix to give him a hand wrangling their dramatic member "Can you get your shoe off?"

"I don't know it's really painful" you sniffed your eyes watering as the members and your manager came back in after finishing the final song.

"You still need to be more careful, what if you broke something!" Hyunjin continued as he sighed worryingly.

"I'm sorry Hyunie" you whimpered

"Do you think you could stand for the final photos?" your manager asked carefully noticing how agitated Hyunjin was and how Chan was trying to ease your high top off without hurting you.

"She needs a doctor pretty quickly I would say it's already turning black" Chan interrupted looking at Hyunjin who looked at your leg wide eyed.

"Alright lets get some of the security to get you out of here and to the hospital, obviously your guests will be told and looked after and can meet you at the dorms" you manager nodded organizing two of them to carry you to the car Hyunjin in tow with Chan while Felix went back to the others to update them.

Hyunjin didn't speak to you again until you were sitting in your private room waiting for the x-ray results as Chan kept your members, family and his members updated knowing that Lee Know and Changbin would organize to take both sets of parents for a meal with their remaining members to keep them occupied until you were released.

"I'm sorry I was mean princess" Hyunjin whispered his hand squeezing yours "I just get so scared when you get any type of injury, I know you worked so hard for your dream".

"I know Hyunie" you smiled at him softly squeezing back.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting Miss" your doctor bowed walking back into your room "The x-rays are clear so it looks like it is just a sprain so we will wrap it for you and give you some pain relief but you will need to come back in a week for us to examine it again".

"Thank you doctor" Chan thanked him as the nurse who had followed him smiled gently and began strapping your ankle to keep it from swelling further.

"Just ice it continuously and use the medicine and you will be back to dancing in no time" she instructed kindly before also taking her leave.

"Let's get you some dinner the guys aren't far from here with your parents" Chan smiled as Hyunjin quickly leaned in to kiss you softly before helping you up.

"I'll be coming round to help you whenever you need me" he whispered helping you to get the crutches right.

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[auxiliuno]

Don’t be shy, make the post abt chris prince

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 | ○° ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵈⁱᶜᵏ ᵒʳ ⁿᵃʰ?

Synopsis: Chris agrees to give Manshine a little bit of motivation to win.

ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᵈᵉᵍʳᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵖʳᵃⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵉˣʰⁱᵇⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵐ, ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ, ᵘⁿᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ, ˢqᵘⁱʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵃˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴹᴰᴺᴵ!

"W-wait Chris, too fast!" You gasp, as he drills his hips into your sopping cunt. Juices leaked soaked the table under you, and dripped onto the cold tile floor. Chris's frame engulfed your smaller one, with his arms at each side of you. Panting, he looks up and smiles at his Manshine students. "You see her? Pretty ain't she?" He asks them, sweat dripping from his brow. He stoops down to kiss you, tongue forcing entry to your mouth, hungrily tasting you. "Agh, fuck darling, you taste so sweet," he says, in between your gasps and moans.

You don't even remember how you got into this situation; you remember your boyfriend telling you about how he's getting paid to be a mentor to some aspiring Japanese football players, with you offering to visit him while he works. The next second, you made an agreement with him to be a free use cum dumpster for his team if they won.

"How about we give them a better view?" He suddenly flips you over the table, making you face the group of men, watching you with bulges inside their pants. Some of them started palming themselves, others were watching intently with lust in their eyes: at your frame. You were the prize promised to them if they worked hard enough and won. Imaginations running wild at what they would do with you once they won. Your breath hitched in your throat and pussy got wetter at the attention. "Hm? what's this? You like me fucking you in front of other people baby?" Chris's hips relentlessly pounded into you, erotic slapping noises filling the room. "Showing them that you're a whore for my cock huh? You know the promise, if they win, I'll let them have a taste of your sweet pussy." Your cunt tightened around him as he said that, eliciting a deep groan from him. "Such a good little slut for me, showing them who this pussy belongs to." His hands were on your hips now, gripping them with such intensity that you were sure a bruise was forming.

One of his large hands came up and yanked your head back, causing you to arch against his broad chest. "Look at them, staring at you like hungry beasts." Chris growled. You were almost too fucked out to see; sweat coating your sweet body, perky breasts bouncing each time Chris rammed into you. From the tears and drools on your face, you make out the men's forms; their pants tightened painfully around their erections, desperately needing to release tension. "Won't you be a good girl and give them the release they need later?" He asked in a mocking tone; "None of them can fuck you as good as I do though." His voice dropping down an octave, preditorial and dangerous.

You could feel your high coming, body starting to spasm as tears roll down your cheeks. "I'll be a good girl Chris! So please let me cum!" He relished in hearing you beg. Grunting, he moves his hands to hold your arms behind you. "Shit, come on baby, cum on my cock and show them how good you are." As he says that, your cunt clenches around him painfully, squirting onto the table in front of you. You feel Chris stutter his hips too, his final thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm. With one final slam against your ass, he releases his burning cum into you, leaking out of your pussy.

Staying in you for a few more seconds, he releases you and you slump against the cold table, breasts squishing onto the smooth surface. The whole scene looked like a panel from a hentai; men you didn't know watching you get fucked dumb on a cock and making a huge mess after. You were too tired to see that some of them already took their cocks out and stroked themselves to the sight of you cumming, and came as you did too. You could hear Chris in the back shuffling around, assuming he was cleaning himself up. He chuckles behind you, hand cupping your ass cheeks. "Enjoyed the show gentlemen? This is what you get if you perform good tonight." Too tired to stay awake any longer, you drift off to sleep, blissfully unaware of what the men were thinking about doing to you tonight.

Here it is! Chris being a total perv to you in front of his team, and you enjoying it :D

Thank you for reading and requesting! Have a good day.

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[ayabeanworks]

Title: Photos

Synopsis: In which Gojo doesn't get a reply from you in 6 hours, only to find out that you're sick and takes care of you.

Character: Gojo Satoru x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Pure fluff, very domestic and soft Gojo, some pining & unrequited love, cute moments, cursing and light suggestive themes. He calls you 'sweets'.

AU where Geto didn't defect, Geto & Shoko makes an apperance.

Gojo Satoru loves taking photos. Anything that suits his fancy, or whatever he finds interesting, cute or fun, he'll take a photo of. Due to this, he has thousands, if not millions, of photos stored in his phone, and by extension, also online storage in case his phone storage becomes full, as well as a hard drive collection sitting prettily in his home.

Even though he has a number of photos and is more than happy to share, he'll never ever tell a soul about his collection of photos of you. At least not seriously.

You're one of his favourites to take photos of, the others being either Geto & Shoko, or his students that he teaches now. That's a lie, you're his favourite to take photos of but he'll never admit it, even though everyone has already seen him take photos of you whenever and wherever.

This bitch is whipped.

The number of photos of you was just as much as you would expect, and made up over 40% of the photos he took. A lot of photos were actually just you, be it something he secretly took or one where he said something and you were reacting.

He thought you were the cutest, and wanted to immortalise that in the form of photos. If anything, when he looked back on the ones he took, he would grin and relive each moment.

Gojo once counted them and nearly laughed at himself for taking so many photos of you, remembering back to his days in high school when he would hang out with Geto, Shoko and you and take many photos to commemorate each and every little thing. These days, he took photos of you whenever he saw you, sometimes even sending them over to you as a way to get your attention.

So, when he didn't get a response from you for a whole day, he visited your house after teaching his students, wondering if you were sick. It wasn't normal for you to ignore his texts or calls, especially since you knew how persistent he was in getting a response from you. He'd waited a maximum of 6 hours before he came to find you.

Geez, Gojo needs to calm the fuck down.

Using the spare key you got him in case of emergencies, he let himself into your apartment, wondering why all the lights were out. Were you not home?

Humming lightly to himself, he made a beeline to your bedroom where he did a light knock out of politeness, before just going in after 5 seconds of not getting a reply.

He once caught you changing and you threw a shoe at him because he didn't knock.

When he saw you, you were still in bed, breathing laboured and showing signs of a fever. Gojo stood at the door for a moment, before leaving and taking his shoes off at the entrance, coming back to the bedroom and going into the bathroom to prepare a few things.

Now, Gojo Satoru wasn't good at treating the ill, but he was aware of how it worked, and took care of Megumi & Tsumiki since they were younger. So, taking care of an adult was probably easier, especially one where he was close friends with and has been since over 10 years ago.

When he came back with a cold wet towel and some medicine, he placed the medicine by your bedside table and proceeded to put the towel on your forehead. It was then that he noticed you were hugging a large whale plush toy, specifically the one he had won for you a long time ago.

His heart nearly jumped out in joy right then and there from how cute you were, so much so that he wanted to take a few photos to commemorate the occasion, in which he promised he would after getting you some water and food.

He grinned to himself, feeling his chest warm at how you were treasuring his gifts, and he couldn't help but feel giddy.

He got some water and heated up some congee you had seemed to make the day prior, almost as if you knew you would get sick. Bringing them into the room, he opened your curtain slightly so there was some light in the room, opening the window so that there would be some fresh air.

That's when he took some photos of your sleeping form from different angles, and once you started stirring from the light, he came over and shook you awake, taking a video of the whole interaction.

You weren't in your right mind when you opened your eyes, so when you saw a phone in front of you and Satoru's face with his blindfold behind it, you nearly slapped the phone out of his hand, groaning at his antics yet again.

Gojo was lucky that he knew what you were going to do, quickly moving the phone away as he continued the video.

"I'll take care of you!" He promised, sitting by the side of your bed. He stopped the video and put his phone away when you gave him a funny look, one that just made him laugh. He did tone down his volume as he said a couple of other things about medicine and food, placing his large hand on your forehead.

It was cooling to you, and you let out a light sigh at the feeling, relaxing your shoulders.

"Sweaty." He chuckled when you weakly hit his arm, not having enough energy to move. "Let's get some food in you. Can you sit up?" His voice was soft.

You mumbled something under your breath, and once you stopped hugging your favourite plush toy, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

Gojo grabbed the tray he prepared and placed it on his lap, absolutely having no intention of giving it to you to eat yourself. He was going to feed you, whether or not you liked it.

"It's the congee you made yesterday." Satoru mixed it before bringing a spoon to his lips, blowing on it to make sure it's not too hot for you.

You wondered if you were dreaming, since Satoru was here taking care of you. You only remember him taking care of Megumi & Tsumiki, but you didn't even know if he was the one nursing them back to health.

You couldn't recall the last time you were sick, but you could also remember someone taking care of you then, but you had no idea who. It was probably after you had first learned how to use your cursed energy after your output channels were released.

"Say, 'ahh'," Gojo brought the spoon to your lips, prompting you to open it and take in the soup as you lost your mind in your hazy and half coherent thoughts. "Perfect temperature, right?"

You nodded absentmindedly, staring at him as you waited for the next one, not even realising you were doing it. He could only smile at your expecting expression and continued doing what he was doing.

"What's on your mind, sweets?" He asked, getting the last part of the congee. He brought it to your lips, pushing the spoon gently against the plush of your bottom lip to get you to open up.

Oh, how he wanted to kiss them.

You didn't even flinch at the nickname. Normally Satoru called you by a variety of pet names, but 'sweets' was one he called you since you were young. It was cute, you had to admit, and you let a small smile grace your lips.

"Reminds me of someone else taking care of me before..." You close your eyes for a moment, trying to remember, but to no avail. You weren't able to bring back any other memories from that time.

Gojo looked at you for a moment, then laughed lightly as he put down the tray on the side. "You don't need to try so hard to remember."

You hummed in response, feeling your lids get droopy from the food. "Satoru, did you come from work?" You blink slowly at him, trying to fight off your sleep and hazy mind.

"Yeah, you didn't respond to me in 6 hours so I'm here." He took out his phone and added, "Didn't know you were sick though."

He quickly sent a message to Ijichi to let them know you were sick and if there were emergency missions that needed him, to get someone like Suguru or Shoko to help them recover.

"Sorry...was gonna let you know..."

"Well, I'm here now." Satoru grabbed the water and medicine, giving it to you, "Take this before going to sleep."

You obliged and allowed him to support you, before he's making you slide back down into bed. He even grabs your whale plushie and places your arms around it with a grin. He gave the plushie a pat on the head, then placed the cold towel on your forehead.

"Get some sleep, I'll be here." He lightly tapped your nose, and hearing you hum in response, he closes the curtain and goes out with the dishes.

Then, he does whatever he needs to do and allows you to rest.

Gojo is never one to do anything like housechores, normally getting someone else to fill in for him. For example, Ijichi to get his dry cleaning done for him, clean his house etc. It just falls onto someone else.

But, there were exceptions. For you, he would be willing to do the laundry and wash the dishes, heck, he'd be more than happy to cook you a full course meal if he could see you smile at him every day. He would even be happy to do them if it meant you were to stay next to him just a few minutes longer.

Finishing up the dishes, he sighed to himself, having a look at the photos he took not too long ago. It was cute, he had to admit, but this marks the rise of yet another album in his collection - one where you hugged the plushie he gave you.

God, how he wished that was him in your bed right now.

He shouldn't be taking pictures of sick people, but when it came to you he just couldn't not. He probably came off creepy to other people for having so many photos of you, or even mistaken as a lovey-dovey couple, but they didn't know that you two have known each other for ages, and was still close to this day. You didn't care too much as long as he kept it to himself and your other shared close friends.

He knew very well that you may not feel the same, but he was content in staying by your side, even though his fingers twitch with the want to hug you close and never let go, maybe pepper your face in kisses and make you whisper his name after your lips lock.

Gojo Satoru sighed, sinking down onto the couch as his imagination went a little astray. By taking some time out of his day, he could relax a bit. He was going to come over today anyway, but he just made it earlier since he didn't get a reply from you.

"Shoko, what do you cook for a person who's sick?" Gojo immediately asked the question when she picked up after the first ring, making her raise her brow on the other side.

"Is [name] sick?" She asked, immediately catching onto his intentions. When she heard a light hum from him, she sighed, "Make sure they get enough liquids. Make something light and easy to digest. Congee, or even soup noodles work. But not instant noodles in soup."

Gojo laughed at the last part, saluting to nobody in particular, "Yes ma'am! Thanks."

And then he got to work. He did a google search for whatever he needed, and set up a plan to make the food before you woke up. Since you only had congee, that's not enough to fuel your body back to normal. So, he was going to cook!

When he checked your fridge, he noticed you didn't have vegetables, so he needed to go buy some. Checking other areas like the bathroom and some of your items, he realised you were running out of stuff.

"Since I'm going out anyway, might as well buy some other stuff too." He murmured. He had a lot of things related to you memorised in his mind, such as which skincare you used, the stuff you normally had in your pantry, as well as a whole bunch of other stuff he has memory storage for.

His memory storage for you is unlimited, unlike his Limitless technique.

He paused for a moment, one thought in his head when he caught himself doing whatever he can for you while you're incapacitated.

Man, I'm down bad.

Gojo Satoru just sighs to himself as he heads to your room. He gently crouches down and places a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles on the apple of your cheek, "Sweets, I'll be gone for just a moment to get some groceries and stuff. If you need me, just give me a text or call."

He watches as you stir for a moment, eyes slightly opening as you lean into his touch, unintentionally making his heart leap out of his chest at such an intimate gesture. You let out a groggy 'ok' before falling back to sleep, facing his palm.

Gojo reluctantly pulls his hand away, feeling his cheeks warm at the way you leaned into his hand. He let out a little exhale before leaving, wishing he had taken off his blindfold to see you more clearly.

When he's back, he stocks things up and makes the food, double checking on you to make sure you're still resting while he makes something with nutritional value. After all, he's able to do anything so why not cooking? At least when he tried it at home, it was edible and didn't taste bad.

Once he was finished, he plated it up and put two bowls at the table for both yourself and him.

Satoru headed into your room yet again, this time your face was shoved into the plushie, the towel on the ground. He wanted to laugh at the scene, and immediately took out his phone to take a photo. He'll probably show you later once you've fully regained your conscious state.

"[name], I've made food. C'mon, let's eat." Gojo sat by the side of your bed, leaning in and slowly pulling the plushie from your strong grip.

You let out a strangled groan, hugging it tighter to yourself, making the larger man chuckle.

"If you don't wake up, I'll carry you." He threaded his hands through your hair, gently giving it a scratch.

He didn't receive a response, so he bundled up the doona around your legs, sliding his arms under your neck and shoulders and under your legs, lifting you up with ease as you felt yourself weightless.

You didn't have much strength to fight what was going on and all you could do was look up at Satoru with squinted eyes, trying to adjust to the light as he brought you outside to your dining table.

"Awake now?" He grinned at you, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes when he bumped your forehead, then rested your head against his shoulder, waiting for him to set you down after bringing you out with pretty much everything on top of your bed.

As he set you down, he plucked the plushie away from you, putting it in its own seat as he wrapped the blanket around you so it didn't fall.

You were a little better than before, but still feeling not 100%, so seeing the bowl of steaming soup noodles in front of you and him made you look up at him with a tilt of the head.

"I didn't know you could cook..."

"It's got all of my love for you in it." He grinned. He had to add a flirty remark since you didn't have much of a reaction, to help lighten up the atmosphere.

Except he wasn't just giving you a flirty remark, he really did try hard to make it taste and look good.

He gestured towards your bowl, "Have a try. Should be delicious."

You wanted to roll your eyes at his comments, but you couldn't deny that you were feeling grateful he'd made time out of his busy day to take care of you and make something. Taking a spoonful of the soup, you took a small sip, letting the taste engulf you. You took another sip, and had some of the noodles and vegetables, chewing slowly as you took in the flavours.

You expected a deeper flavour, but actually, it was the opposite, and was light but flavourful. You could tell he put a lot of effort into it and wanted to applaud his efforts.

"Yummy." Was the only word you said as you continued eating. You ate a lot slower compared to before due to your fever, but that didn't stop Satoru from watching you, quickly getting a photo after grinning to himself. "Why are you taking photos of me when I'm sick." It was more of a statement than a question, but you continued eating anyway.

Satoru put his phone face down on the table and started eating his, shrugging as he answered your question, "Just to add to my collection of photos of you."

You normally would've scoffed at his flirty comment, maybe even hit him, but at this moment, you didn't want to do any of that since he was doing his best for you while you're sick.

"Thanks, 'toru." Your words came out softer as you finished off your noodles. You gave him a smile, "For taking care of me."

Satoru took a moment to bask in your vulnerable state, seeing your flushed cheeks, slightly hazy gaze, and soft voice. He visibly gulped, but masked it by finishing off the noodles with a comical slurp, "What will you do without me?" He managed to say.

"Probably suffer and die from starvation and dehydration." You let out a dry laugh.

"Not when I'm around, you don't." Gojo drank the rest of his soup, letting out a burp as he rested his elbows on the table. "So, how did you even get sick?"

"I don't even know...maybe yesterday's date?" You sighed, drinking some of the soup. It was so delicious, you wanted more even though you could only taste half of it because of restricted tastebuds.

"Date?" Satoru could feel his heart drop at the mention, the creeping of dread coming up from his toes. His tried keeping his voice constant.

Was someone else going to take you away from him?

You nodded, "My parents actually organised it." You let out a light sigh as you tried to remember what happened, with your fuzzy memory. "Was a blind date...some single guy they work well with. I think I met him once? Before the date yesterday..."

"You know other men?" This came out sounding like a joke, but the slight edge in his voice could be easily detected by you.

Was he jealous? You had no idea, your mind must be pulling tricks on you. There's no way Gojo Satoru would show that he was jealous over a guy who you've just met maybe twice.

Satoru plastered a smile on his face, but he was definitely not feeling happy at having found out this information.

"'toru," You shook your head, "It was just a formality. I'm not meeting him again."

Satoru let out a sigh, pouting as he rested his cheek on his palm. "If they're not better than me, I won't approve."

It tore through him to say those words to you. But, at the same time, you had different standards to him, and what he constitutes as 'better than him' was someone who was stronger, nicer, kinder and treats you better than him. As if there was anyone like that apart from him. But for you, he didn't know. Was it the same as his? Or was it someone who was better looking than him? Better personality than him? Wasn't a sorcerer? The possibilities were endless.

It might even be Suguru?! But he'd rather lose to Suguru than to some nobody. Even better if you couldn't pick between him and Suguru - you could have them both and he wouldn't mind sharing.

"'toru, they're not going to take me away from you. You're one of my best friends. I don't think they'll beat that." You let out a low chuckle, your eyes starting to get heavy.

All of a sudden, he felt a little relieved, yet bummed. He loved you so much he could give you his heart on a diamond platter, but would you accept it if you knew he gave it to you? He had absolutely no idea.

All he could do was spend as much time with you and hope you would pick up on the signs and eventually, return them.

Satoru could see you starting to get sleepy from the food, but he also knew it was bad to sleep right after eating, so he tried to make random conversation while trying to keep you awake for another half hour.

Finally, when it was about time, you fell asleep on his shoulder while watching some TV program you weren't interested in. Satoru knew right away when you fell asleep, and once you did, he swept you off your feet and carried you back to the bedroom, setting you down before getting your favourite plushie to hug.

He sat down next to you, bringing the plushie to your side under the covers, bringing your arm around it.

But what he didn't except was that the arm went from around the plushie, to around his waist, as you hugged yourself closer to him, bringing your other arm to encircle him.

"Don't go...'toru...you're warm..." You mumbled into him, tugging him closer.

Gojo just stared at you in surprise, lips parting as he stared for a moment, then let out the brightest smile, not caring whether or not you were sick.

"Didn't know you were so clingy." He teased, taking off his blindfold. He took off the jacket he wore from work, folding it on the side with his blindfold as he slid under the covers with you, thanking every God internally that this was happening. He was also thankful you had a Queen sized bed, big enough to accomodate him as long as he bent his legs.

He readjusted your arms so they wouldn't be sore after waking up, draping one over you as he pulled you into his chest, pressing the top of his chin to your head. He could feel you nuzzling into his chest slightly, taking in his scent from the tight black shirt he wore to make sure it was him, before falling asleep.

Gojo felt his face bloom in colour. It wasn't every day you cuddled so intimately, but when it did happen, he was always trying to make sure his heart didn't beat as erratically as it did when he hugged you back in high school. But, it always gave him away, and he felt you hum in your sleep as you settled on top of his heart.

You low key liked listening to the erratic beating of Satoru's heart whenever he was hugging you.

Satoru could only just smile as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, mumbling a 'sweet dreams' before falling asleep himself.

The next day, you woke up completely fine and well rested, but the man next to you, Gojo Satoru was sick and slightly feverish, most likely due to the close proximity from sleeping together in the same bed during the time you were still feverish.

You sighed, trying to pry his arms off you. He was a serious cuddler and in sleep, even worse. It was always hard to get out of the bed if he was cuddling you. The same goes for Suguru, and Shoko was the chillest.

Satoru groaned, making a shiver go up your spine at his morning voice. "Don't wanna move..."

"'toru, you're sick. I've got to take care of you since it's my fault."

"Are you saying you won't take care of me if it wasn't your fault?" Since he had his blindfold off, his blue eyes looked at you pleadingly, like a abandoned kitten who wanted your attention. Paired with his slightly red cheeks, nose and slightly puffy eyes, it was incredibly hard to resist the man.

"I-I mean this time it's my fault so I will. Not that I won't." You felt his forehead and pushed his hair back, slowly treading your hands through his hair, earning a hum and blush from him. "Ok, I really got to prepare things. I'll be back."

You somehow got him to let you go, and you went to call Suguru straight away since he was able to move Satoru around if need be. Also because he needed a shower and you weren't going to shower him, even if you've done it a few times before when everyone was dead tired.

As you wait for Suguru to come, you make sure you get something whipped up for Gojo, including some freshly cooked food and some sweets as a dessert if he was able to finish all the good stuff. Then you freshen up, and get Gojo's toothbrush (SaShiSu each has their own there since they're over so often) to brush his teeth while you continue waiting.

"Sit up for me 'toru." You bring your hand behind Gojo's muscular frame, using as much strength as possible to push him up into a sitting position. He just sits there as you brush his teeth, allowing himself to be pampered by you.

"Wow, I can't believe you're even brushing his teeth." Suguru makes his entrance known as he puts down a bag of convenience store items he bought on the way. You didn't even hear him coming through the door.

He comes over and motions for you to let him do it, in which you oblige and take care of the items he bought over, voicing a grateful 'thanks'.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" You ask Suguru, watching as he half drags Satoru into your bathroom.

"Nah, can you make me something too?"

"Sure! I'm going for savoury, that ok?"

"Sounds good."

As you prepare everything for your best friends as they're washing up, you call Shoko to see if she's also available. However, she wasn't as she was working the night shift and was going to prioritise sleeping. You were a little bummed, but that was ok, there's always next time.

As you prepare food, you can hear Suguru and Satoru bickering in the background, along with the hot water running.

As you're bringing the food to the dining table, you realise Satoru didn't bring his phone to the bedroom with him. So, you opened it up to check if he had any messages from Ijichi, but you didn't end up checking if he had any pressing messages, instead seeing his phone screen with a photo of you sleeping and hugging the plushie he gave you, him on the side doing a peace sign and a happy expression.

You wanted to laugh at the photo, but it was plucked out of your hand by him as he pouted at you, a redness dusting his cheeks as he came to hug you and be a cuddle bear after washing up, changing into some clothes he'd left at your place.

"Your hair's wet!" You complain, feeling his cheek against the crown of your head as he nuzzled into you, the water droplets making you and the floor wet.

Suguru used a towel from behind you, drying it with a sigh. "Sorry, he escaped."

Just as Suguru was about to pull away, Satoru let go of you, grabbed Suguru and sandwiched you in between them as he hugged his best friends.

You all hear a 'click' come from the door, making you all turn your heads at the sound. It was the sound of a camera, and it turned out to be Shoko! She had come even though she said she prioritised sleeping, and took a photo of the cute situation on her phone.

"Cute." She smirked, showing the picture to you all. She looked at the food, then at you all, before her eyes landed on Gojo, looking him up and down. He had a slightly dazed look with slight redness in his cheeks and nose, not similar to what he was normally.

Shoko sighed, "But seriously, Gojo you need some rest, you're sick."

"But I want to hug them!"

"You're sick. Eat first. Then medicine. Then sleep."

"...yes ma'am."

A/N: GOD I NEED A GOJO IN MY LIFE Actually i need all of them Pls pine for me too I'm on my knees beGGING????

Also, Shoko did end up eating some food as well since there was some extra food you made 😀

If you want more in the series, check out the Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader) Masterlist!

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[octoberclidan]

I've Got You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: While out on a hunt in a snowy forest, reader (she/her) falls through some ice and Dean has to rescue her from the freezing water. They's also exes who did not end on good terms. They have to keep each other warm while they wait for Cas and Sam to find them.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

Masterlist

Story:

"Alright, so Cas is gonna meet me to talk to the local sheriff and then the coroner. From the news reports it sounds like a werewolf, missing hearts, pretty standard, but we're going to double check. You and [Y/N] good to go visit the family of the latest victim?" Sam was sitting at a small table with his laptop in the motel room with Dean and [Y/N]. There was definitely some tension in the room. Dean and [Y/N] had known each other for years, and had once been in as close a relationship as Dean had ever been with someone. They had loved each other, [Y/N] had even semi-moved in to Dean's room in the bunker two years ago. It all came crashing down just over a year ago after a bad hunt that led to an argument that led to Dean throwing all of [Y/N]'s belongings out of his room and shouting at her to get out of the bunker. She did just that, she left and hadn't set foot back in the bunker since.

"Why do I get stuck with her? I can go with Cas and you can go with her instead, she's your friend". Dean whined and [Y/N] rolled her eyes, he sounded close to throwing a temper tantrum.

"Dean, the last time you paired up with Cas you brought him to a bar and tried to see how much alcohol it would take to get him drunk, getting drunk yourself in the meantime instead of working on the case. You two never get anything done. And I don't want to pair up with you either, you've been complaining like a toddler all day".

"So I have to deal with him instead?" [Y/N] crossed her arms, glaring at Sam. "Who put you in charge?"

"[Y/N] please, can we just keep things civil?"

"Sam you called me and asked me to come on this case with you. You said Dean wouldn't be here and that you and Cas could use an extra hand".

"I know, I didn't think he would be here, he was supposed to be visiting Jody for the week".

"Uh can you two stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here?".

"Are you capable of acting like an adult?" [Y/N] turned her glare from Sam to Dean.

"Are you?" Dean glared back at her.

Sam shook his head at the juvenile behaviour that both of them were guilty of. Dean was supposed to be on a case with Jody, but she had cancelled it when it turned out to not be anything supernatural. Sam had already picked up this werewolf case, so Dean coming along was a bit last-minute, and [Y/N] was already on her way to the motel to meet Sam so it was too late to tell her that Dean was coming. She found out when she knocked on the door and Dean answered, evidently Sam had failed to inform him of her involvement in the case too judging by his reaction. Ever since their break-up, they had avoided each other like the plague. [Y/N] would meet up with Sam on small hunts or just to hang out, but every time he suggested going back to the bunker she refused.

"Don't start that Dean". [Y/N] warned him.

"Start what?".

"Treating me like a child, you know that's what started this whole thing".

"I wouldn't have to treat you like a child if you didn't act like one".

"Fuck you Winchester".

"Okay! Okay, that's enough". Sam jumped up from his seat and stood between the two of them, afraid that letting them go on any longer would end in tears. "Right now you are both acting like children. Please, just go to the victim's house, interview the family, and then we can meet back here. Are either of you capable of acting like adults long enough to do that?" They both rolled their eyes and mumbled a "yes". They missed each other doing it but Sam saw both of them. It amused him just how similar they were. He hoped that maybe they would be able to talk things through with some quality time alone. Maybe they would be able to tolerate each other enough for [Y/N] to visit the bunker again. Sam missed their movie nights and he knew Dean did too, even if he wouldn't admit it.

***

[Y/N] glued her gaze to the snow falling outside of the impala's passenger window the entire ride to the victim's house, not risking accidentally making eye contact with Dean. Dean on the other hand risked many glances in her direction. She had changed a bit since the last time he saw her; her hair was slightly longer, there was a new, small scar on her chin, and she looked like she'd been working out. Dean couldn't help but thinking that she looked good. He quickly turned on the radio to drown out his thoughts, he didn't need to be thinking anything desirable about [Y/N]. He tried to keep his focus on the road ahead, not able to drive as fast as he usually would due to the low visibility. The road was narrow and winding, cloaked by trees either side and covered in patches of ice.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean hit the steering wheel out of frustration while the car slowed down to a stop. Finally, [Y/N] looked away from the side window and looked out the front to see why Dean had stopped in the middle of the road, but she couldn't see anything but the road in front of them.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I didn't, the car stopped"

"What, you're out of gas? Why would you not fill up before the case?"

"I did, we're not out of gas, the tank's nearly full".

"Something wrong with the car? I thought you loved this thing more than anything, not keeping up the maintenance these days?"

"Would you shut up for five fucking minutes? Baby is not a 'thing' and she's perfect, there's nothing wrong with her". [Y/N] rolled her eyes at Dean's personification of the Impala and pushed her door open, stepping out onto icy road. She walked around the car, looking for any damage or any reason for why it stopped, trying carefully not to slip on the ice while Dean tried repeatedly to restart the Impala. It had definitely become colder since leaving the motel; it was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier. After several failed attempts at restarting, Dean also got out of the car, and opened up the hood to have a look at the engine.

"Find anything?" [Y/N] asked, wrapping her arms around herself and trying not to shiver too much. She had a coat, but hadn't worn a hat or scarf, not intending on being outdoors for any length of time.

"There's nothing visibly wrong with the engine, but it won't start."

"Okay, s-so what n-now?" [Y/N] was shivering now, Dean shook his head still staring at the engine. "I'm getting b-back inside, it's c-cold as shit out here". [Y/N] slid back into the Impala which was already cooling down. She searched around for the blanket that used to be kept on the back bench but she couldn't find it. Bouncing her legs to try and keep warm, she stared out of the front window. Dean had stood up and his face was just about visible over the car's hood. [Y/N] hadn't really spent any time properly looking at him that day, but now that she wasn't arguing with him, she couldn't help but soften at the look of focus and concentration on his face as he scanned his eyes over the engine again. She thought he had gained a few more freckles, maybe another crease on the side of his eyes. He looked good.

Dean closed the hood and routed his hand around inside his pocket before letting out a frustrated groan, and walked around to the driver's side, opening the door and leaning in to look at [Y/N]. "Can you call Sam? My phone must be back at the motel".

"Of course you forgot it, wouldn't be like you to remember something important". [Y/N] looked away before she could see Dean's reaction to her jab, and pulled out her phone. "Shit. No signal, great".

"We're gonna have to get out and walk then".

"Walk where? We're in the middle of nowhere". [Y/N] gestured out the window at the surrounding trees.

"So you wanna stay here all night in a car that won't start, with no heating, hope that Sammy or Cas realise we're missing, and manage to find us, all before we freeze to death?"

"Fine, I'll walk until I find some signal, I'll call Sam, and ask him to come get us".

"I'm coming with you".

"No you are not".

"[Y/N]". Dean groaned, wiping his hand down his face. "You're not wandering off on your own, I won't let you".

"We're not doing this again Dean. You don't get to 'let' me do anything. Have you seriously forgotten what happened the last time you didn't 'let' me go off on my own?"

"Can we not have this conversation [Y/N]? We're going to end up freezing".

[Y/N] opened the door and got out of the car before looking at Dean over the roof. "You can come with me if we do have this conversation, it's long overdue".

Begrudgingly, Dean agreed, and the two of them set off down into the forest at the side of the road in search of a clearing where the phone might pick up a signal. "So that night, can you see what you did wrong now?" [Y/N] asked Dean, stepping ahead of him not quite wanting to look at him while having this conversation. She had already had this conversation in her head a thousand times since their break-up, she'd even had the conversation with Sam once or twice to get his opinion.

"I didn't do anything wrong, it was a shit situation with a shit ending".

"We had a plan. You, me, Sam, we had a plan and you went against it and put us all in danger".

"I was trying to keep you safe".

"You didn't think I was capable of taking out two vamps on my own. I was supposed to take out the two in the back of the warehouse, and you and Sam were supposed to take out the five in the front. You fucking left Sam to take on FIVE vampires on his own to come follow me and 'help' me with my two. You messed up my attack, I didn't know you were behind me and you ruined my ambush on them. I would've been able to take them out in five minutes and then gone to help you and Sam if you haven't gone blundering in and complicating everything. I got stabbed because of you Dean, because you messed up. And while you were trying to stop me bleeding, you completely forgot about Sam. You left him alone and he nearly died. You nearly got us both killed because you couldn't let me go unsupervised for five minutes, you didn't trust me. You left your brother to die. If Cas hadn't shown up when he had you'd have lost everything."

Dean glared at the back of [Y/N]'s head. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't regret that decision every fucking day? I loved you [Y/N]. You and Sam were the two most important things in the world to me. I couldn't let you go off on your own, and yes, in that moment I chose you over Sam. I trained Sam myself, I know what he can and can't handle. You... the thought of you fighting on your own was something I couldn't do. I chose you, over Sam, and I can't do that [Y/N]. I have to protect him, it's been my job my entire life. Having you in my life put Sam at risk because I had to choose between you on hunts, and he nearly died. I couldn't live with myself if I chose someone over him and he died because of it."

[Y/N] began to angrily speed up her walking, trying to get more than a few steps ahead of Dean. "God Dean, this is like Gadreel all over again. It wasn't your choice to make! You make a plan as a group, agree to it, then you follow it. You don't deviate from it just because you don't trust someone to make the decisions you want them to make! Sam can make his own choices, I can make my own choices, and we're both adults. We're both experienced hunters who can fight and we're both more than capable of looking after ourselves. You don't need to choose one of us, you just need to learn how to work as a group and follow plans".

Dean stopped in his tracks. "[Y/N] stop".

"No, just because it's not what you want to hear-"

"[Y/N] STOP MOVING". Dean shouted at her. She froze, suddenly realising why Dean told her to stop. The snow she was standing on was no longer on top of solid ground, it was on top of ice, and it was creaking under her feet. She tried to steady her breathing but she was starting to panic.

"What do I do?" She almost whispered, afraid that noise would disturb the ice.

"Okay, you're okay, just slowly turn around and face me".

"Dean I don't know how thick this ice is or how deep the water below is, what if it breaks?"

"You can't stay there [Y/N], you're gonna have to turn around and slowly make your way back here, you're only about 10 or 11 feet away from the edge".

[Y/N] took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she turned on the spot to face Dean. She looked down at his feet and she could now see the obvious transition between the ground and the ice that she missed, it didn't seem too far away from where she was standing. Slowly, she moved her left foot forward, and pulled her right foot after her, there was no cracking sound.

"Just keep going like that, nice and slowly". Dean encouraged her, standing as close to the edge as he could, arms slightly outstretched towards her. She took another step with her left foot, but when she leaned on it to pull her right foot, the ice groaned under her. She froze again, waiting for the creaking to stop. Eventually, after a few more deep breaths, she lifted her right foot again, pulling it forward, but before she could put it down again the ice groaned even louder than it had before. Neither of them had any time to react before the ice cracked, and [Y/N] disappeared beneath the surface. Dean began frantically shouting her name, but there was no sign of her coming up. Tearing off his jacket and rolling up his flannel's sleeves, he rushed forward onto the ice.

Dean made it to the hole that [Y/N] had disappeared through and looked around for any sign of her, but the water was too dark to see. He leaned forward, pushing both of his arms through the freezing water, feeling around from her. His arms found her, and he pulled her back out. She was unconscious, and he couldn't tell if she was breathing or not, he needed to get her back to the ground. He hooked his arms under hers and began to drag her backwards, he heard the ice cracking but instead of slowing down he sped up. The hole that [Y/N] had fallen into began to grow, with chunks of ice coming loose and beginning to float apart on the water. Finally, Dean managed to get them both back to the shore of what now looked like a lake, and he lay [Y/N] on her back, leaning down to listen for breathing or a heartbeat.

Dean sighed in relief when he heard breathing, though it was laboured and she was clearly struggling. He sat her up and started to hit her back, trying to get her to cough up whatever water she had breathed in. After a few whacks, she coughed up and gasped, her eyes shooting open and looking all around her. She found Dean and grabbed his flannel in her hand.

"You're okay, I've got you, just breathe". Dean's whacks on her back had turned into soothing rubs, trying to encourage her to calm down. He grabbed the coat he had shrugged off and draped it over her shoulders as she began to shiver violently, her wet clothes and hair clinging to her body. "Come on, we need to get you warmed up". He slid his arms under her knees and around her shoulders, and lifted her to his chest. She still had a fistful of his flannel clenched between her fingers, and she tried to curl into him as much as she could to get close to his warmth. She was far too cold and tired from struggling under the water to protest against the fact that he was carrying her.

Luckily they hadn't strayed too far from the car, and Dean opened the backseat, setting [Y/N] down and she whined from the loss of his body heat. He began to undo her shoe laces and take off her socks. "W-what are you d-doing?" She managed to get out from behind chattering teeth.

"We need to get you out of these clothes, they're soaking wet from freezing water, if you stay in them you'll definitely end up with hypothermia".

"I d-don't want you t-to see m-me"

"We don't have time for that Sweetheart, this is your life we're talking about. You can keep my coat on, okay? That's dry. Everything else needs to come off. [Y/N] gave in, she wasn't really thinking straight but she knew Dean only had her safety on his mind. She tried to help him take off her jeans and her wet coat but her fingers were numb and she couldn't get them to move.

"S-sorry, f-fingers are n-numb"

"Shh, don't worry about that, just let me get you warmed up okay?"

"My phone, i-it must be r-ruined from the w-water".

Dean managed to get her clothes off before putting his dry coat back around her. Her shivering was starting to die down but he knew she wasn't warm enough to not shiver, she was starting to show signs of hypothermia. Her eyelids began to close, the tiredness starting to take over.

"Hey, hey [Y/N]". Dean tapped her cheek. "You have to stay awake for me until you warm up okay?" She managed to open her eyes and nod at him. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to take my clothes off too, you'll lie on top of me, and we'll put my dry clothes and coat on top of us. We're just going to have to wait for Sam and Cas to notice that we haven't come back yet, they know we took this road anyway. Are you okay with us doing that?"

[Y/N] nodded, holding his coat around herself tightly and tried to look away to give Dean some privacy of his own as he stripped down to his boxers. He lay back on the back bench and patted his chest, motioning for her to lie on him. "Lie on your stomach, so we're chest to chest. Take your arms out of my coat and wrap them around me, we'll use the coat as a blanket". She did as he said, opening his coat and taking her arms out so her bare chest was pressed against his. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he tangled his legs with hers before reaching to his flannel which was on the floor, and throwing it over their legs where the coat didn't reach. Dean was warm, and [Y/N] nestled her head under his chin. Dean wrapped his arms around her, under the coat, pulling her as close to his body as he could. Once he was satisfied that she was close enough, he began rubbing his hands up and down her bare back, trying to create some friction and warmth.

After fifteen minutes or so, [Y/N]'s shivering had come to a stop, but Dean was no longer worried about hypothermia. Her hair had already mostly dried, and her body had started to feel quite warm against his. "You can rest [Y/N], you're okay. I know you're tired, you can sleep if you want, you're safe here". She let her breathing slow and deepen, the steady sound of Dean's heart beating beneath her was soothing and she found it easy to drift off.

***

[Y/N] and Dean both woke up to a knock on the Impala's window. Lifting her head off his chest, she could see that the window had fogged up. "Dean? [Y/N]?" Sam's voice was muffled from outside.

"Sammy?" Dean's voice vibrated through his chest beneath [Y/N]. She reached up and wiped the window, spotting Sam outside. He leaned down to look in the window and his eyes went wide as he noticed they were tangled up with each other, the coat had slightly pulled down to show [Y/N]'s back and the fact that there were no clothes on it.

"I'll uh, give you guys a few minutes to cover up". Dean and [Y/N] scrambled to try and grab the clothes on top of them and cover themselves. Dean put his shirt and jeans on but gave his flannel to [Y/N] to keep on under his coat, her clothes still cold and damp. Luckily his flannel covered her somewhat decently, and his coat came down to her mid-thighs. Once she was ready, she opened the door to see Sam standing by the side of the road, facing away from the car. It was noticeably brighter, and the snow had stopped.

"Hey Sam". [Y/N] said shyly, slightly embarrassed about the way he had found them, and Dean crawled out of the car to stand beside her. Sam turned around to face her, an obvious blush on his cheeks.

"So uh, turns out it wasn't a werewolf after all, it was a witch. We found a hexbag with the victim's belongings down at the coroner's office. Tried to call you guys but you didn't answer. Turns out she was also at the motel we were staying at, I think she knew we were hunters, probably recognised the car. Cas found another hexbag under my bed after we got back". Sam explained. "We ganked her though so it should be all good. Did you two ever make it to the victim's house or what happened?"

Dean shook his head. "No, we were on our way there when Baby just cut out on us, couldn't find anything wrong... wait a minute". He circled the car while Sam and [Y/N] watched before he opened the trunk and moved some of the weapons around. His eyes fixed on something and he let out an annoyed sigh, he reached in and picked up a hexbag, showing it to them. Sam reached into his pocked and pulled out his lighter, throwing it to Dean so he could destroy the thing. The three of them watched it burn before Dean got into the car and tried to start it, the Impala immediately coming to life. "Fucking witches messing with my Baby". Dean muttered under his breath. "Come on, let's get back to the motel".

***

Back at the motel room they met Cas and he checked both Dean and [Y/N] over before explaining that he had work to do in heaven. [Y/N] left Sam and Dean to catch up while she enjoyed a hot shower, taking her time. She changed into clean, dry clothes of her own before joining the boys. "I guess you two will be heading back to the bunker now the case is over?" She asked them and they nodded. "Sam, could you give Dean and me a minute please?"

Sam stood up and walked over to her, he gave her a tight hug and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Of course, I'll go get us checked out. I'm glad you're okay". She walked over to one of the room's beds and patted the space beside her for Dean to join her, and he sat down.

"I just wanted to say thank you, you know, for saving my life".

"I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable, I just had to get you warmed up".

"No of course, I understand completely. I wasn't actually uncomfortable at all, it felt... Good. Familiar. Being that close to you". She could feel her cheeks start to heat up. "I-I've missed you Dean".

"I've missed you too Sweetheart". Dean reached his arm around her, pulling her in to a sideways-hug and resting his chin on her head. "I'm sorry, about that night. Really, I am, I've never regretted something so much. I know it will take a lot more to make it up to you, but I will try if you'll let me. I don't expect you to just take me back, but I would like to try and be your friend again".

"I'd like that".

"Will you come back to the bunker with me and Sam? Just for a little while, or as long as you want, I know you don't have somewhere permanent to stay. You can take any of the rooms". [Y/N] nodded against his chest. They both had a lot more to talk about, and rebuilding their relationship would take time, but they were both willing to try. Pulling back slightly, [Y/N] looked up at Dean, and his hand slid from her shoulder down to her waist, slipping just slightly under her shirt. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, both of them shutting their eyes and leaning into the kiss. His grip on her waist tightened, sliding farther up her shirt while her hand came down to rest on his thigh. Dean broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, keeping his eyes closed and just savouring their closeness. He had missed her too.

The end.

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