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babygirl-riley · 5 months

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Hi I have a request so it’s like Simon and his wife arguing pretty badly like to the point where she’s shouting bare at him she’s on the verge of tears and while their arguing their new born cries so the reader goes upstairs to the crying baby once their baby is calm she doesn’t even go back downstairs to talk to him she just like stays in the baby room and goes on her social media to distract her self from Simon.

Hii so I have this written in my notes I always do that so I don’t forgot what I’m gonna ask and I hope this is what u meant tho cause im so slow it acc took me bare long to understand 😭

Quiet Home

You and Simon have been back to back arguments. Before you both could finish this one a loud cry interrupted the fight.

A/N: this is exactly what you asked for 😭 So embarrassing truly 💀 However this really tugged the heartstrings

“I want to be close to you, but I don't know what to do.'Cause if we are near to through, it may make it worse.”

Warnings: baby blues, depression, anger, arguments, fighting, yelling, screaming, baby crying, swearing, soft!simon, husband!simon, happy ending

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simon x reader family

You were exhausted, you would clean, go get groceries, wake up every hour with the newborn, and everything in between. Usually you had Simon right beside you and help you with the smallest things. However, duty calls. Price promised Simon a couple months leave however, it was an emergency.

When Simon first brought it up, you knew he saw the rolling of the eyes but you brushed it off. Simon brought it up later and you just tried to push it away. Eventually it blew up. Things were said and yelled that weren’t meant to come out. Simon slept in a different room and he was gone for a couple of weeks.

You didn’t answer his calls but text him updates. It was petty but it’s a petty time. You were promised to have your husband here with both your child. Yet you are here almost falling asleep anytime it was early in the morning to feed the baby. You sat outside of the room of your baby as she bailed and bailed, being irritated and tired. Eventually you would go in sure but you were so scared that you would yell at her for being a baby.

After the couple of weeks you tried to brush it under the rug as you made Simon’s favorite dinner. Knowing he would be home. He text you stating that he will be home around 7 o clock and he was excited to see both you and the baby. 7 went to 8, 8 went to 9, 9 went to 10, 10 went to 11, and so on. The food went cold and baby was down. Especially you were tired.

You already put the food away and sat in the living room. You watched the clock before you angrily got up and started the bath. You needed to cool down. You heard the heavy footsteps heading down the hall. You rolled your eyes with the clock read 1 AM.

Simon noticed the light beaming through the room you both shared. Inhaling deeply he stepped in and rounding into the bathroom. You stood with a robe on and touching the warm water.

“S’rry ‘m late.” He said watching your movements.

“Okay.” You said not looking at him.

He frowned and shook his head. “I had a ton of paperwork and didn’t notice the time. Thought I had enough time.”

You didn’t say nothing as you went to the cabinet and pulled out your favorite salts for the bath. Simon watched as you poured them in and went back to put it away. “Y/n please.”

“Please what Simon? You were late. You weren’t here. Shit happens right? Emergencies happen. It’s whatever at this point.” You scoffed as you finally looked at him.

Simon noticed the anger in your eyes. He was upset that he left without resolving the last fight. He was upset that when he called you didn’t want to talk. He was upset he wasn’t home when he was supposed to be and not seeing his babygirl. He also noticed you are tired. Exhausted even. The bags. The purple shade underneath your eyes. “It’s my job you knew that when you signed up for it.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You don’t think I know that? Don’t you dare throw that in my face Simon. We were promised a break for our child yet he drags you back and you are willing to without a second glance.”

“Really? It goes back to me not carin’ about our family huh? That’s what you said before I left. You think I care more about my job than us.”

“Yes! Yes I do! I think that you are stuck in a loop without anyone but you! You are fine with just going instead of being here!” You yelled starting to walk out and brushing passed Simon.

“It’s my job! I have to go! I can’t leave my team behind!” He yelled back following you.

You scoffed as you ripped your robe off, ripping open your drawers. “Right but you can do it to us.” You mumbled pulling out sweats and a t-shirt.

“What’s that supp’se to mean?” He basically growled.

You snapped up and looked at him. “Ever since Millie was born it was like you have been gone. You will help yes but how long did that last before you skipped your happy ass to Price,” You yelled pulling the sweats up as you felt a sting of tears coming. You laughed as you heard nothing from him. “I have been doing this by myself with no help! Nothing Simon!”

“That’s not fair! How many times do I have to say it’s my fuckin’ job…”

“You have a job here!” You screamed as tears started to spill and right before anyone could say anything a wail broke through the air.

You both stood there for a minute before you raked your fingers through your hair. You wiped your eyes angrily. “Damn it,” You pulled your shirt on before walking out, grabbing your phone on the dresser. “I am sleeping in the other room.” You slammed the door shut before walking to the baby’s room.

You opened it as Millie screamed louder. You cried as you walked closer that turns to a sob. You didn’t know what to do. How to do it. You don’t know how to keep her asleep and fed and changed without being upset. You gripped the crib hard as you couldn’t move. You were tired and your baby needs you. “I’m sorry,” You cried as you picked her up and shushed her softly. “I know I know.”

You sat in the rocking chair as you let your baby fed. You scrolled on social media seeing all the happy couples. All what they are doing. All your friends looking like they don’t have problems. You missed Simon, not like he changed, just his touch, he soft voice when he whispers I love you. You missed his laugh when you both would have that marriage banter. You missed his tea.

You are afraid that maybe having a kid was a bad idea. That it ruined or tainted everything. You looked at your baby and inhaled. How could you think like that? What has she done to make you feel that way? It seemed like anytime Simon was around you were angry. Small arguments that turned into this. Your lip trembled and you held your baby closer to your chest. Tears prickling your eyes.

You threw your phone on the ground and sobbed. You were a monster. How could a mother think like that? Why would a wife yell at her husband for doing his job? You kept thinking about all the bad things that happened or been thought of that you didn’t notice that your baby was being scooped up.

When the cold air touched your skin, you opened your eyes panicked. You thought you dropped her as you looked down with tears blinding you before you felt a hand on your cheek. You snapped your eyes to see Simon, holding your baby girl close to his chest as she was asleep. “Baby,” He whispered concerned on his face. He was kneeling as he wiped tears after tears. “Come on let me put her to bed and let’s go talk please.”

“No,” You mumbled as you stood up. “I got her.”

Simon stood up and shook his head. “Please, you look tired.”

“I-I no she needs me.” You whispered but made no move to grab her.

“She has me too,” He said quietly. “Go to the kitchen please.”

You stared for a moment and looked at your baby. How small she was compared to him. How secure she looks when he was holding her. You nodded as you wiped more of the tears away. “Okay.”

Guilt pinged your chest as you glanced once to see him bouncing a bit as he slowly put her down. You walked into the kitchen and sat at the island as quiet tears slipped. You are tired you felt your body relax and felt heavy. “Baby,” You snapped your head up and saw Simon holding a kettle. “Do you want tea?”

You nodded once and looked away. It was quiet as he face the kettle waiting for it to go off. “I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled.

Simon nodded as he turned to lean against the counter. “Why is that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Simon you know why.”

Simon walked up and leaned his elbows on the counter. “Y/n I’m not doin’ it to hurt you two.”

You froze for a moment before looking away. Thoughts of how it could be different with him not having the damn job. However, he was right he wasn’t doing it to hurt you. “I told Price to call someone else but…he needed me for what I know.” You slowly looked at him as Simon looked the other direction. “I fought the old man about it for days. I didn’ say nothin’ cause I knew you would be upset. I didn’t notice that I was pushing you and our princess away. Just-just tried to figure out how to get out of it…I’m sorry.”

Now you felt even more bad. He tried to fight not to go and fought for the two of you. You inhaled but don’t exhaled afraid of sobbing once more. The moment Simon looked at you, you sobbed and hid your face with your hands. “I didn’t-I’m so sorry Simon.”

Simon walked around and shook his head as he turned the chair to gently pull you on for a hug. “Baby I should have said something and not fought it alone.”

You sobbed and sobbed as everything came down. “I’m so tired Si. I am tired of being awake so damn early. I am tired of cooking. I am tired of not being able to do anything. I am tired of fighting with you. I am sorry Simon. I should have been m-more understanding. You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve to marry such a bitch. I have been so ru…”

He gently pushed you off to grab your wrists to show your face. Simon smiled softly before grabbing your chin with his thumb and finger. “I know. I know. You been overwhelmed with so much. We will figure it out yeah? It’s okay, we are fine. I married you for you even when it’s rocky. It won’t always be perfect.”

You calmed down a bit as you leaned into his touch. “Okay.”

The kettle goes off as Simon kissed your forehead to walk over. You sat still as Simon came around. “I will be here right now, try my best to help you my love.”

You looked up and saw him, his eyes glowing with love. You inhaled and nodded as he pulled you back into his chest. You snuggled in and felt warmth throughout your body. God no one deserves Simon Riley.

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w3irdo666 · 4 months

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Hi! I wasn't sure if you were accepting requests at the moment

but can I get (romantic) Alastor x Lucifer's ex Seraphim Angel wife who he left plz?

S/o eventually left Heaven and still got to keep their wings and powers before it got taken. They meet him around the time he got to Hell and they hit it off

Anything else is up to you if you'd like

Oh, interesting idea!! I'll try my best, love youuu!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

The Drug In Me Is You

Alastor x Fem!reader x ex!Lucifer

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Tags: slightly angst, sfw, slightly possesive behaviour, depression.

Notes: I hope i understood you right!!! Enjoy!!

Lucifer was a wonderful husband.. Constantly enveloped you in love. It seemed to you that you could not dream of anything more. Romantic dates, beautiful clothes, oh, you thought that you would drown in his care.... Which is what happened. Lucifer was undoubtedly magnificent a man...But not a great husband...When you got married, your joy knew no bounds...but...

A year later, you began to notice that he began to pay less attention to you. In the evening, he no longer went to you to cuddle in bed, but just turned his back to you and fell asleep.When you wanted to hug him, threw your hand away and answered annoyed, “Leave me alone.”

One day you were walking through a magnificent garden in paradise. The beauty of nature has always delighted you. Oh, these magnificent scarlet roses.. They look so fragile that it seems that if you touch them, they will fall into small pieces... Birds sang and flew in the sky .Everything was so wonderful, you even forgot about your husband for a while...But suddenly you heard someone’s voice. Your wings trembled slightly, not expecting that someone would be there. You came closer to the source of the sound and, hiding behind a tree, looked whose it was a voice...

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt tears running down your cheeks, like blades piercing your skin.Lucifer stood with another woman. His smile....he had not smiled as much as he smiled at this woman for a long time.You were hurt, terribly. He betrayed you. You were on the verge of hysterics. Turning around, you ran away, sobbing and wiping your tears with your hands.

Everything around you seemed so fake. These light clouds. Birds, flowers, plants. You flapped your three wings and quickly flew. Where? You didn’t know, but it certainly wasn’t where you were flying from.

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The next few days were a blur. You felt terrible, you suffered. Lucifer, betrayed you? You couldn’t accept it. When Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven because he got involved with a demon, you didn’t care anymore. You used to be a very joyful archangel. Everyone called you a ray of sunshine. But now... There were black bags under your eyes because of lack of sleep. Your eyes are red, tear-stained. Your condition was immediately noticed by other angels.

“Y/n, honey, are you okay....?” One day an archangel turned to you, concerned about your condition. But she was only met with a few rude words. This alerted her. Soon the angels began to avoid you. The archangels thought about making a decision about your expulsion. But before they could do anything, you expelled yourself. Having opened the portal, you descended into hell. “If I suffer here... It won’t be worse there..” You thought.

Unfortunately, you were wrong. A few days later, you sat curled up in a ball in some alley of hell. Your clothes were torn in some places, your wings were tattered, you felt emptier than an empty glass.Your tired eyes were closed. Your face was buried in your knees. You were so tired that you didn’t even have the strength to cry. Suddenly, you heard someone’s voice. It felt like someone was talking on the radio.

"What are you doing here, dear.With those...wings.Aren't you supposed to be in heaven?" His static voice sounded confident.

You raised your head slightly and opened your eyes. You saw a strange sinner in front of you... He was different from many of those you saw here. He was dressed in a beautiful fitted red suit, his black bow tie was beautifully attached to his shirt. He had a big smile on his face, showing his yellow, sharp teeth. His eyes were calm, but you could see a slight mockery in them.He had black gloves on his hands, and in one of his hands he held a red microphone on a stick.

"W...what do you want...?" You asked in a quiet, pitiful voice. You heard him laugh slightly.

"Ah, nothing important, dear, just curious what such.... creature..like you doing here?" He tilted his head to the side with slight -crack-.

"Who are you...?" You said weakly

"Ah, name's Alastor.Pleasure to meeting you! Quite a pleasure!" He bowed while saying this. You didn't say anything, only looked down at the ground. He continued watching you for few seconds then walked closer to you, standing in front of you.

Alastor couldn't help, but when he saw you, something woke up in him.He was in hell only few month, but still made reputation of dangerous cruel demon.But when he saw your poor, beautiful body, his heart skipped a beat. He felt a strange pull to protect you.

"Such an innocent soul..." he thought

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You didn't know how it happened, but you find yourself in....his apartment...? With Alastor in front of you.There was a cup of tea in front of you. You looked at your reflection in the tea. You looked terrible. Shabby dirty hair, tired face...The demon continued to look at you, drinking his coffee. His smile never fell, you didn’t even care.

Your weak hand reached for the cup of tea. Fragile fingers clasped the handle of the tea, but your hands were too weak to lift the cup. Alastor noticed this and his eyes narrowed slightly. He put his cup on the saucer. Crossing his legs, he leaned back, watching you.

No matter how he tried to find pleasure in your suffering and raise the cup, he did not feel good. He felt sympathy for you, and a desire to protect. He slowly stood up and approached you.His beautiful long fingers took a cup of tea from your hand and brought the cup to your lips. Slightly surprised by such actions, you looked at the demon.

Opening your lips slightly, you started drinking tea with small sips.

After tea and some food (Alastor feed you too) Alastor showed you way to the bathroom, you needed it.You looked like complete mess.Alastor provided you with a towel, after which you went into the bathroom.When you came out of the bath, prepared clothes were waiting for you... Or rather, a shirt and pants...

When you were changing clothes, Alastor came into the room. He was amazed by your beauty. Your hair.. your smooth skin... Ah, those beautiful wings... He felt his pulse increase.His smile and eyes began to give off shades of warmth.

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You lived with Alastor for a long time.You became very close, you started to feel better. Every evening, over a cup of tea, he listened to your worries and sufferings... Usually he would have enjoyed this, but with you, he only felt the desire to calm you down. Every day spent with Alastor gave you more strength, and made you forget Lucifer.

In a hell full of lustful sinners and murderers, you have found comfort in a dangerous demon.No, he wasn't just a demon for you, Alastor, this soul..When he woke up in the evening because of your sobs in the next room, he would sigh and get up heading towards you. When he approaches you, he will lie down next to you and hug you. He hates touching.... But for you he will do anything.He would kill for a feeling of your wings wrap around him when you relax after telling him what bothering you.

When the angels officially kicked you out of heaven, you didn't care so much anymore.You cared only about one thing...only about one person...only about Alastor.

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"Alastor, where are we?" You asked as you looked around.You were in some kind of garden. Although the flowers were not as luxurious as in heaven, life was visible in them... They looked so bewitching.Alastor coughed and turned away from you. You looked at him in surprise, not understanding his behavior.

"Alastor...?" You almost reached with your hand to his shoulder, but he quickly turned to you.

"Y/n.." Alastor began. His smile was on his face as usual, but you saw the uncertainty in his eyes when he turned to you with one black rose in his hand.You lowered your hand. Oh, how beautiful this rose was... Like an angel of death...

"yes..?"

"i....love you." He extended his hand with the rose towards you. His other hand was tightly gripping his microphone. Your cheeks turned slightly red due to the blush. You felt your heart beating faster and as if butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.He turned his head away, looking away.Without wasting a second, you grabbed his wrist with one hand and turned his face in your direction with the other. Alastor tensed at the contact, but when he felt your soft, plump lips on his, he almost melted.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to penetrate. You let out a slight moan as your tongues intertwined.

After a few seconds, you pulled away each other. from each other and looked into each other's eyes. You smiled. Your cheeks were flushed with blush, but you were happy to think about it.

"I love you too."

Notes: I hope you liked it!!! Sorry that i didn't lost for a while (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

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youaresimplylovely · 27 days

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Lando Norris x really sick reader please!!! (Self indulgent I think I’m close to death rn 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏)

My Poor Baby

Pairings: Lando Norris x Sick!Reader Summary: Lando takes care of his sick girl <3 Words: 417 Proofread!! A/N: love this so much!! Hope you get well soon and for requests, im accepting them and they are open!! So keep them coming!! Alsooo, dividers are designed by me <3

"Baby?" Lando called you out, taking his coat off and hanging it in the coat racket next to the front door.

"Baby? Where are you?" He reiterated with concern in his voice, his eyes sharply looking all around the downstairs trying to find you. Eventually, he decided to check upstairs. Maybe you were there. He hoped. He opens the door of your bedroom to see you all huddled up with the blankets, stuffed toys, and the endless pile of tissues on the floor.

His heart shattered seeing you all sick, his eyes were full of concern. Approaching you softly as he sits next to you on the bed. He pulls you in for a tight hug, he knew he shouldn't be doing that but his baby was sick. He didn't care if he did too.

You pout seeing your boyfriend hug you, a loud sneeze comes out of you but you didn't sneeze exactly right on his face. "Nooo i'm gonna get you sick." You say in your clearly congested voice.

Immediately pulling away from the hug as you sneeze somewhere that wasn't close to Lando. You groan, taking another tissue to clear out your stuffy nose, throwing the used tissue on the pile of used tissues. You look at Lando with puppy eyes, you were so ill that you were on the verge of tears.

You pout, burying your face on his chest while you sob relentlessly even if you knew that you weren't supposed to get close to him. "I feel awful Lan!" You really did, everything hurt. Your head, your whole body, your nose from all the blowing you did.

"I know baby, i know, I'm here." He coos, wrapping his arms around you again.

"I'll go make you your favorite noodle soup and i'll feed you. We can cuddle and stay in bed all day and watch our favorite tv show. Is that good for you baby?" He hums softly, grabbing a tissue to help you blow your nose.

You sniffle, smiling happy at your boyfriend being so caring. You blow your nose in the tissue. You were gonna cry again but you didn't instead you hugged him tighter. "I love you." you mumble, burying your face on his neck.

"I love you more my poor baby but you won't be so poor now because you have me and i will take good care of you. Even if it means getting myself sick too." He smiles softly, planting a kiss on your forehead.

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sukiipjs · 3 months

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❧ POSITIVE

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↳ chris sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 717

↳ summary - you find out your pregnant and freak out, chris assures that it’s all going to be okay.

↳ contains - fluff, swearing, crying/panic attack, pregnancy, pet names (baby), use of y/n, idkkk

↳ song - nothing matters but you by madison beer

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i’m currently freaking out, waiting for the pregnancy test to reveal its results. i’m a week late and i’m always the one to jump to assumptions so here we are. me and chris have seen together for about a year, maybe some day we would have kids but not now, definitely not now.

i’m pacing in the bathroom the test on the counter next to my phone with a timer, almost over. “oh my god, oh my god, fuuuck,” i mutter to myself, overthinking about everything that would change, everything that could go wrong, only thinking of the bad.

my timer going off stops me in my tracks and i walk to the counter, turning off my phone and peering over to look at the test, it’s positive. my mouth opens slightly as i stare at the test on the verge of tears. i grab another from the box and using that one, before i know it my timer goes off, positive, again.

“oh my god,” i bury my eyes in my palms, tears dripping down my cheeks as i cry into my hands, “no no no...” i grab the tests and sink down onto the floor leaning on the side of the bathtub, hiding the tests on my stomach as i bring my knees to my chest, burying my head into my knees, crying and crying. i don’t know if i’m sad, happy, confused, scared, excited, or all…

i don’t hear but the front door opens and chris calls out, “baby i’m here!” i ignore, not even sure if i did hear him. i continue crying on the bathroom floor, freaking out. i assume he hears me crying out when he opens the bathroom door to find me, “baby?” i cry even more, baby? hearing it now is totally different.

he kneels down on the floor in front of me, grabbing my hands off my knees to hold them in his hands as i lift my head up, “what’s wrong? talk to me,” i try to open my mouth to speak, it’s too hard. i cant. what if he leaves me? i don’t want to think of this right now.

“it’s okay.. it’s all okay, just what’s wrong?” he brings his arms around me, giving me a hug then going back to holding my hands. i can’t speak, all noise from me stops and i just sob. one of his hands reach to my face, wiping off some of my tears. i reach one of my hands to grab the tests that are on my lap, holding them tight until i drop them on the floor beside us. chris turns his head to see them on the floor, he picks up both, taking a moment to look and process what they are, “oh my god.”

he drops them back on the floor and i bury my head into my hands again, trying to hide myself from him. he reaches for a tissue box and setting it next to me, i left my head up again, my heart skipping beats, my breath hiccuping, tears running down my face. “y/n… it’s okay, breathe okay?” he smiles softly, his hand guiding mine to my chest, “focus on your breaths, you’re okay,” i start to take deep breaths until i catch my breath, grabbing a tissue and wiping off my tears.

“chris..” i say softly, my eyes puffy and nose red. “how.. how do you feel about this?” he smiles a little more, rubbing his thumb on the hand he holds, “you know i love kids,”

“yeah but we never thought about this now? your career and everything, this wasn’t supposed to happen now,” i sigh, i feel like my tears are coming back. he chuckles a little, “but it did happened now, we’re going to get through this okay? this is amazing, we’re going to have a baby,” he smiles even more, pulling me in for a kiss. now i start smiling too.

“i love you chris,” he kisses my forehead, “i love you too, and i promise, it’s all okay, yeah?” i nod, both of us smiling, and now i think of the good things. we’re going to be parents, us together, raising a child. there’s no one else i would rather to that with than him.

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lxclerc · 10 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary… charles tries to help his girlfriend study but that proves to be difficult when he doesn’t understand a single thing requested… yes! warning… none. pure fluff.

note… another old drabble request from the graves of my inbox. also as a med student, i adore this idea so much

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

charles has never been the brightest tool in the shed when it came to academics. he supposes it comes with the occupation. growing up, he cared far too much about racing that he had no space left in his mind to care about school too. he was always meant to be a formula one driver so he never cared about the cell or the mitochondria.

ironically, you were the exact opposite. like him, you’ve known what you were meant to be the moment you got ahold of your first book. you’re going to be a doctor, a healer and you’ve dedicated yourself to that dream.

the human body is a beautiful machine, much like the universe. every little cell and atom circulating its vessel holds a purpose, creating a balance between life and death. it’s majestic, truly and a little bit scary. if one thing failed then the entire system could collapse and so you studied and studied and studied for ways to keep that system going, to cure ailments and diseases.

you thrive off academic validation and a minor superiority complex and yet somehow you’re the most anxious person charles has ever met.

he’s madly in love with you. this is a fact. him and his dream that required him to constantly put his life at risk and you with your dream of helping and saving people. really it was a match made in heaven. and charles is madly madly in love with you.

that’s the only reasonable explanation as he pulled himself out of his sim practice, seamlessly moving around the kitchen of your shared apartment as he prepared an ice coffee for you.

you’re drained and you’re on the verge of breaking down and so when he wrapped his arms around you and offered to help you study for your finals, you’d all but cried in gratitude.

no, charles leclerc didn’t care about the cell and mitochondria and but he cares greatly for you and so he’d study it if it meant you’d finally allow yourself to rest.

unfortunately for him, you’re way past learning about the mitochondria. instead you’re studying your worst enemy aka pharmacology.

“angiotensin receptor blockers prevent vasoconstriction and aldosterone release, causing a decrease in blood pressure and peripheral resistance,” you recite from the top of your head, still looking like you’re on the verge of tears but slightly better.

charles shook his head as he held the book you’d given him to help you study, his glasses on. “non, non, amour. it says here it’s ‘angiotensin receptor blockers selectively bind to the angiotensin I receptors in the blood vessels to prevent vasoconstriction and in the adrenal cortex to prevent release of aldosterone then lead to decrease in BP caused by decrease in peripheral resistance and blood volume.’”

you sigh again but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you. the first time he did it, you’d gotten frustrated but at this point, your brain is far too fried to even get annoyed at him. especially when even he looks like he’s about to start crying.

you pushed away the book from his hand, clumsily crawling over to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing him down so he’d be laying on the sofa and you on top of him.

“my love, i don’t need to memorize everything word for word from the book,” you explain as gently as you can for the third time. you know he’s just trying his best to help you.

“why?” he frowned. “wouldn’t it be better if you knew it exactly from the book?”

you giggled. “perhaps but no med student would ever survive memorizing twelve inch books word for word. we’d simply all break down and die.”

you hold yourself up, pushing his hair off his forehead before removing his glasses. he still looks confused but a lot of things honestly confused charles. thank god he has a smart girlfriend to explain everything to him.

“stop worrying about it,” you say. “i’ve studied enough and we both need a break.”

he sighed in relief, tightening his arms around you. “thank god i felt like my brain was put on a pressure dryer for a minute there.”

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shogunish · 6 months

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟭]

pairing. single dad!/dilf! gojo x f! reader

genre. fluff, comfort, slice of life

contents. megumi is gojo's biological son, non-curse! au, language

words. 1.4k

summary. when satoru struggles as a single dad, he's more than thankful when the new neighbor wants to help him out.

note. just a fun little series that i talked with @cinnamonmon about 🫂 also i'm not dead, just lurking in the shadows

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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when you move into your new apartment, you never expect the sadness of a child to fill the dead of night. soft sobs seep through the walls that are as thin as paper, it seems. otherwise, you wouldn't wake up with heavy eyes and half the mind to silently complain about the kid crying next door. with a groan, you check the time: 11 pm. you let your head drop back into the plush of your pillows, arm draped over your eyes as a sigh slips your lips.

sure, it's normal for children to cry, you know that much, but you would give the world up if it meant that the kid shut–

the sound of a key opening a door catches your attention. is the kid's parent just now coming home from work? that is either irresponsible or a very tragic situation. either way, you swing your legs out of bed, quietly approach the wall separating you from your neighbor and press your ear against it.

such matters are none of your business. and yet, your heart breaks.

"there, there. papa is here now, buddy." satoru speaks in soft tones as he enters megumi's room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. the mattress dips underneath his weight.

white hair is a mess, the toe around his neck loose and a couple of buttons popped open. satoru is as tired as megumi looks.

"where were you? i've waited all day for you, papa." megumi is quick to crawl into his father's arms, burying his face in satoru's chest where he sobbed quietly and refused to let go of his dad. it's likely one of those nights in which satoru would share the bed with megumi, his little bundle of joy (even though the boy is scowling most of the time).

in that moment, satoru hugs megumi a little bit tighter as if it could make up for lost time, hoping that his true feelings somehow got through to the little kid in his arms.

failure is the only thing satoru ever feared when he became a dad and he feels like he's doing a phenomenal job at neglecting his son. satoru wants to be there for megumi, for him to have a good life filled with even better memories and friends, but here he was, crying for his dad who is gone all day and night, stuck in an office that keeps him prisoner every fucking day. it's not fair, he thinks.

a father is supposed to raise his child, love and nurture it, yet..and yet..

you swear you can hear the voice of the man living next door choke up like he is on the verge of tears himself.

when satoru hears three gentle knocks in the morning, he expects the old hag to be behind the door, telling him to control his son or else she'd file a noise complaint. but instead, a pretty woman stands there, a nervous look on your face and a platter of homemade cookies in your shaky hands.

right..the new neighbor who moved in just a couple of days ago. satoru hasn't seen you around before, but you certainly are a sweet thing, looking all shy and nervous. if he didn't think you're there to complain about megumi crying last night, he'd smirk at you and maybe flirt a little bit.

"hey, uhm..i know this might be weird, but may i talk to you for a second?" your voice is soft like velvet and yet, satoru can't help but believe that your next words would be against his son. because of him.

quickly, you lift up the platter of freshly made cookies and let a smile tug at the corners of your lips. "oh yeah, i made cookies, too!"

satoru can't quite make sense of why exactly you show up at his doorstep in the morning, but you..don't look like trouble if you bring cookies. "..sure, come in."

with a nod of your head, you thank satoru and enter the surprisingly cozy home. pictures of megumi and satoru hang on the walls, shelves are filled with books, photographs and souvenirs from travels. it doesn't take a genius to see that the furniture is rather expensive and you silently wonder just how much satoru earns to be able to afford it. maybe you shouldn't touch anything. just in case.

you're ripped out of your thoughts when a wet snout sniffs you and you're greeted by two dogs, one with black fur, one with pristine white fur. just behind them stands megumi who regards you with a somewhat unimpressed look; completely different from the child you heard last night.

smiling, you offer megumi a warm cookie and kneel down to his height. he is an adorable little thing, you think to yourself. "here, have one. but don't let the dogs eat them. chocolate is bad for them, you know?"

the boy looks at his father who nods at him and finally takes the cookie. "thank you..," he mutters and is quick to hide the candy from his dogs that were already regarding him with those infamous puppy eyes. you can't help but laugh.

a smile tugged at the corners of satoru's lips at the view. affectionately, he ruffled through megumi's hair. "go play with the dogs, megumi. the adults need to talk, okay?"

negumi..pouts. "..fine.." even though he doesn't look too satisfied with his father's words, megumi calls his dogs, kuro and shiro, and goes outside in the garden.

once megumi is out of earshot, satoru's face morphs into a more serious expression. sitting down on the couch, he offers you the seat next to him, cerulean eyes stare at you over the rim of his pitch black shades. "so? what is it you wanted to talk about…?"

"[name]," you fill the gap with a kind smile on your lips, putting the platter of cookies on the coffee table. you don't quite know where to start. your concerns, your offer..it is more than just odd. a beat of silence fills the air while you fidget with your fingers, but satoru doesn't seem to mind as he allows you to gather your thoughts.

"it might sound really weird, but..i heard megumi cry last night and..," you trail off, pausing. "..it sounded like you were struggling.."

"..huh..?" satoru's eyes widen at your words. his cool exterior..it cracked.

you suddenly go on an awkward ramble, telling satoru about how megumi woke you up at 11 pm, how you heard the key in the lock and decided to listen in. "what i'm trying to say is.." a soft sigh slips your lips. "..i don't think you're doing this on purpose and if there's something, anything i can do to help.."

satoru glances outside where megumi plays with the dogs, crumbs of your cookies around his mouth and the ghost of a smile on his little features. giving his little treasure into the care of a stranger should be a no-go for any father who loved their child, but..you look like you really wanted to help with those round eyes of yours staring at him so pleadingly. if you hadn't been genuine, you wouldn't be sitting on his couch and offering your help.

a small, humorless laugh escapes satoru's throat. "megumi's mom left me right after he was born. balancing a full-time job with a kid..it makes me feel like i'm the worst father to walk this earth."

satoru took off his shades, letting you see the sky in his eyes. he pushes his messy bangs back, sighs and even though he still looks stressed, the tension in his shoulders leaves as if he shed a small part of the burden placed upon him.

"i don't think you're a bad father. just an overworked one who needs a hand." and when you say those words in a voice so warm that it rivaled honey, satoru can't help but see the light at the end of a tunnel.

at least one person knows he's trying for megumi. even if that person is a stranger, it felt..good to be seen and heard. just what are you, satoru thought. heavensent? an angel? too good to be true? maybe all of the above.

"..do you think you could watch over megumi tomorrow?"

a grin settles down on your features, crinkles the edges of your eyes and lets a little blush bloom on the apples of your cheeks. "of course!"

taglist. @ayanominitrash, @torusmochi

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #fic. the gojos & i

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heizlut · 8 months

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Zandik’s Whore

cw: rough sex, corruption kink(?)

tags: mean tutor!zandik, bimbo f!reader, corruption kink(?), one use of y/n (sorry 🥺), petnames: cockslut, slut, pet

nsfw under the cut

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Zandik sat quietly in the library completely engrossed in a book. He was trying to take his mind off the fact that he was being forced to tutor a ditzy girl like you. If he could’ve declined, he would’ve but he didn’t have a choice as he was in the top of his class and needed extra hours to add to his transcripts. You were on the verge of failing the one class you absolutely needed to pass in order to graduate. Zandik didn’t know what drove him more insane, your lack of brains or the skimpy little outfits you wore as you pranced around campus all bubbly and smiling brightly.

Soon enough, he hears the clicking of heels sound through the quiet library. He looks up to see you walking in wearing a pretty little sundress, your hair bouncing as you walked towards him with a bright smile on your face. He feels his pants tightening as he observes you but tries to push away those thoughts, offering you a cold glare.

Oblivious to his outward distaste for you, you approach him happily, “Hello! I was told you’re the one who’s going to be tutoring me. Zandik, right?” He fights the urge to roll his eyes at your cheerful attitude and closes his book, “Yes, that’s me.. unfortunately.. You must be y/n.” You nod and plop yourself down in the chair right next to him. As you do so, the subtle smell of your delicious perfume surrounds him and your bare leg brushes against his, making his cock begin to ache. “Thanks for agreeing to tutor me. All this information on ruin mechanics is really going over my head”, you pout, twirling your hair around your finger.

Seeing you pout like that only draws his attention to your plush, glossy lips. Zandik licks his own lips as he stares for a moment, then quickly clears his throat and returns to his usual cold demeanor, “It’s not like I really had a choice in the matter.. Anyways, this subject requires one to think critically. I can guide you through understanding the fundamentals, but it is ultimately up to you to retain the information.” You smile at him but then a dumb look crosses your features, “But I’m not good at retaining difficult information..”

Zandik blinks, “Well then I don’t exactly see how you’re going to pass if you can’t even retain the information I give you.” Your eyes begin to well up with tears and your bottom lip quivers slightly, “B-but if I don’t pass this subject t-then I won’t g-graduate.” Zandik lets out a disgruntled sigh, an idea forming in his head as he smirks internally, “Then I suppose I could provide you with some additional tutoring outside of our scheduled meeting times.” You give him a hopeful smile, placing your hand on his thigh, “You’d do that for me?” The feeling of your hand on his thigh almost makes him groan but he lets it get caught in his throat, “Of course, but this is only under the condition that you.. return the favor” As he says this, he reaches out and wipes the tears off your cheeks, resisting the urge to lick the saltiness of your tears off his thumb. Seeing you all pathetic in front of him, looking at him like he had hung the stars in the sky himself made him want to ruin you and that’s exactly what he’ll do.

A couple days later you find yourself in his dorm room, settled on his lap with his cock in your tight dripping pussy. Zandik has you cockwarming him, not bothering to thrust up into you unless you get the answer correct. His fingers toying with your cute little clit as he quizzes you on the composition of ruin mechanics. “And where does ruin technology come from?” Zandik asks as he continues to rub circles on your aching clit. “F-fontaine..?” You moan out. He slaps your clit harshly and growls lowly in your ear, “Wrong answer. Try again.” You cry out at the pleasurable sting, trying to move on his cock, “Mmph.. Please… Please fuck me.” His hand makes contact with your poor clit again, causing you to whimper, “Only good girls get fucked by my cock. Now try. Again. Where does ruin technology come from?” You bite your lip, desperate for some friction, and answer dumbly, “I-Inazuma?”

Zandik rolls his eyes and quickly pushes you onto your hands and knees. He pushes down on your back, causing you to arch so perfectly for him and he begins thrusting roughly into you, “What a brainless little slut. All you’re good for is taking my cock.” Your lewd moans fill the room as he pounds his thick cock in your soaked little cunt. Your eyes crossing and your tongue lolling out of your pretty little mouth. If only you knew just how incredibly dumb you looked right now. Zandik slaps your ass making you let out a pathetic whimper and he presses his chest to your back. His hot breath tickles your neck, “Once I graduate, I’m gonna make you into my pretty little assistant. My brainless little pet. All you’ll ever need to do is please me.”

You clench around his cock at his words, “Wanna be good f’you. Wanna be your good girl. Make you feel s’good…” Your words slurring together as all you can focus on is the way his thick cock hits all the right places. Zandik chuckles darkly as he bites down on your neck, releasing thick ropes of hot cum into your awaiting cunt, not caring that you haven’t cum just yet, “What a perfect cockslut you are already. All you’ll ever need is my cock, nothing else.” You whine as he pulls out of you and you feel his cum drip from your aching pussy, “Wanna cum, Zandik..” He grabs you by your hair, forcefully pulling you upright and making you look at him. You look so dazed and drunk from his cock, mouth hanging open slightly. Zandik clicks his tongue, “Now, now. Don’t be ungrateful. You’ll take what I give you.” He pinches your tongue between his fingers, pulling it to stick out slightly and he spits into your mouth then taps your cheek, “Now swallow.” You obediently swallow and he pats your head, “Good girl.”

He had you right where he wanted you, desperate and aching for his cock, his touch, his degrading words and praises. Such an obedient little thing. Why should he waste his time trying to fill your mind with information you couldn’t even comprehend when you could just be his little cockslut instead?

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a/n: hehe i like writing for dottore/zandik. if he becomes a playable character i’ll cum on the spot

#dottore smut #zandik smut #genshin smut #dottore x reader #dottore x reader smut #zandik x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact dottore #genshin impact zandik

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barbiiecams · 1 month

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Hiii angel 💓💓 you have to do more of sugar daddy rafe plss 🙏 how they meet?

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i feel like you were already a kook. a rich, spoiled one at that. then because of your behaviors towards other people (both pogues and kooks you didn’t like) your parents had really had enough. like to the point where they cut down your allowance, yet that still didn’t seem to work on you.

one day your father told you “you need to get a job. no more funds from us.” which completely broke you down. you had been so dependent on them you’re entire life, because now you were 19 about to turn 20 with no real experience of having a job. in all your years, you grew up so wealthy. there wasn’t a need to have one. but here you were, begging your dad to keep you in his good graces.

“eventually you’ll need to work. where do you think i got all my money from?” he reasons, and now it’s starting to click.

“where would i even work?” you’d ask, almost on the verge of tears.

“a friend of mine named ward needs a gardener. he pays pretty well too. just start from there.” he says. this really blew you. who did you look like being someone’s maid?

“you’re joking right?” you stared at him blankly.

“it’s that or nothing.” your father gets up and walks away. now you really could cry, but you were more angry than anything.

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you’d spend days holding off on actually contacting the cameron’s, but when the allowance money started to run out after a major shopping spree, you were ultimately left with no choice.

you called ward and asked if he still needed a gardener, and he most definitely did since he gave you the job on the spot. “you can start tomorrow at 8, if you’d like.” he said. money is money.

“of course, see you then.” when you hung up, you let out a breath of air, fully accepting your place and status now. you were the entitled kook princess, now turning into someone working for the cameron’s.

when the next morning came, you introduced yourself to ward, rose and wheezie. rose had instructed you on what to do, and ward explained the payment plan which was good enough. sooner than later, you’d started working in their front yard planting all kinds of flowers.

that’s pretty much how it looked for weeks. on top of that, not many people knew, which was a good thing.

you’d show up at 8, rose would make you something if you were hungry, then you’d get to work. but one day, it seemed like the angels were on your side.

you were working on figuring out how to keep that damn rosemary alive when you heard a voice behind you. and it didn’t belong to ward.

“who are you?” the man said. you turned around to see who was asking, and it was no other than rafe cameron.

“why?” you questioned. rafe recognized you too. everyone knew who you were, and it was embarrassing enough that the son of the richest person on the island knew you were working for his family. y/n y/l/n was supposed to be immune to working.

he smirks. “i know you.”

there was no refraining from the eye roll that crept up. “yea i bet you do.”

“why are you working here? don’t you just get what you want?” you were surprised he knew all this about you, aware of how much older he was.

“my dad cut my allowance.” you explained while working on the rosemary again.

“ouch.” he said while walking inside, abruptly ending the conversation. this kind of pissed you off but you paid no mind. moments later, he came back out with a glass of water.

“here,” he hands it to you, “it’s scorching out here.”

“thanks,” you accepted it, and took a long sip. for the rest of the time you were working, the two of you made small talk. even though the age gap was there, you still found enough to talk about.

an easy few hours later with rafe talking to you, and occasionally helping, your shift was over. and now suddenly you were perched on the bathroom sink, sundress bunched up and panties pulled to the side. rafe was balls deep, hitting that good spot and ready to bust one at any moment.

his hand covered your mouth to keep your moans quiet, and had the door locked so not a single soul could interrupt.

“fuckk,” he groans. “best pussy i’ve felt in a while, i’ll tell you that.”

a few more thrusts and you were done. your head falling onto his shoulder and ragged breaths for air.

your release sent his off, him quickly pulling out then sending you to your knees.

he jerked himself a few times, “open.”

doing exactly what he said, your mouth opened and you had your tongue stuck out. he finally cums, aiming for your mouth but some ended right below your eye.

when he was done, he wiped the remains from your face with his thumb, and had you suck on it. you stood up from the floor, wobbly and really hoping that no one heard anything.

rafe gathers himself, “a tight cunt like that doesn’t need to be working.”

you let out a laugh. “well here i am.”

“nah, not with me.” he zips his shorts back up. “i’ll take real good care of you. no more gardening.”

and ever since then, you were back to being the spoiled princess you were destined to be.

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empresskylo · 8 months

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beneath the mask ✩ chapter 9 ⬅ch.8

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | afab!reader. anxiety. violence. wc 5.1k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | ok here it is! i finally had to give the reader a call sign (it would have been really hard to write this chapter without one) so thank you to everyone who suggested names!

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

you sighed as you sank back into the metal folding chair, holding your cards up and pretending to think. you decided your hand was no good so you tossed your cards face down on the table. “I’m out.” you probably would have gone out even if you were dealt a good hand. you just didn’t feel up to playing with your usual bravado.

The three men in front of you gave you a precarious look. “what?” you asked them.

soap, gaz, and price looked between each other. “you okay, lass?” soap asked.

“fine.”

“right…” gaz murmured, looking back down at the cards in his hand, his eyes flickering to you then at soap.

soap wanted to press the issue, but not in front of the other two men. Instead, he let you sulk as you played your round of cards, watching as you seemed to be zoned out on something else entirely.

after losing all your money, you pushed yourself up out of your chair, ready to retire for the night. “i’ll see you boys in the morning,” you muttered.

“ya sure you don’t wanna play another round? we can let ya buy back in,” price said as he side-eyed soap.

“i’m good. you guys have fun.” you turned and left.

price glared at soap. “what?” he asked.

“go talk to her,” price replied, gesturing his head in the direction you just walked off.

“i don’t really think she’s in the talkin’ mood. she’s been rather scary lately.”

“y’wanna know what’s scary?” price said with an intimidating lilt in his voice.

soap’s eyes widened and he put his hands up in defeat. “okay, okay.” he didn’t want to have to be lectured by price, so he made the smart decision and did what he said.

soap went to walk away but turned back to the two men, pointing at gaz. “don’t look at my cards!”

gaz just laughed as soap jogged down the hall to catch up with you. he turned a few corners and spotted you as you were making your way back to the barracks.

he called out your name and he saw your shoulders stiffen, but you didn’t turn around.

“hey,” he said as he matched your pace.

“what?” you grumbled, not in the mood. not only were you exhausted, but you were still seething with anger from a few nights ago.

“you gonna tell me what’s been botherin’ you?”

you shook your head and let out a pained laugh. “nothing’s bothering me.” you gave him a strained smile. “see.”

soap draped an arm around you, pulling you against him. you groaned in response.

“com’on, love.”

you sighed, placing your hands on soap’s side and pushing him away. “i don’t want to talk about it.”

“but–”

“i’m serious, soap. just… leave it. okay?” you said exasperated.

soap could tell whatever it was that was bothering you had been personal because you were on the verge of tears. he nodded, not wanting to be the one tipping you over the edge and making you cry. “okay. but i’m here if ya need me.”

you gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning and going into your small room.

soap sighed, walking backward before spinning around and strolling back to the guys with his hands in his pockets.

price and gaz looked up as he entered the room. “she okay?” gaz asked.

“she didn’t wanna talk about it,” soap replied, flashing a quick told-you-so glare at price.

“maybe I should go say somethin’,” price pondered out loud.

soap chuckled. “no offense, but if she didn’t wanna talk to me, she definitely doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

gaz and soap shared a look, stifling their smirks.

“nothin’. let's just keep playin’.”

you twirled your hands together anxiously as you made your way to the mess hall. it was roughly one in the afternoon and you were on break. an all-too-happy soap matched your stride, bumping his shoulder into yours.

“afternoon, lass.”

you gave him a weak smile, but that was all you could muster in greeting. usually you found it easy to be in sync with soap, but it was difficult when you were in a sour mood.

“you ready for tomorrow?” johnny asked you as you both collected a tray and picked out your mediocre food.

“ready as i’ll ever be, i suppose.”

soap didn’t like the way you still seemed to be caught in some weird mood – like you were stuck in a never-ending sour daydream. you were acting like you were stuck in purgatory with the way you sulked about. you reminded him of a ghost.

“wonderful,” he said mockingly.

you both walked side by side into the hall, looking for a place to sit. “what?” you asked soap.

“just can’t wait to be paired up with your gloomy ass and ghost, who's been in a foul mood for days now.”

your feet stopped moving, catching soap off guard. he spun to meet your eyes. “you okay?”

“yeah… we’re paired up with lt.? i thought he wasn’t coming…?”

“price had to stay behind. sendin’ lt. in his place.” soap gave you a peculiar look. “you sure you’re okay? you look like you’re about to be sick.”

“yeah. let’s just eat,” you said, wanting to change the subject. you could wallow in self-pity later.

when you spotted the table soap was approaching, you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him back. ghost was lounging on one of the seats across from gaz, discussing something that looked important, but gaz was clearly just trying to eat and wanted no part in ghost’s discussion.

“let's sit somewhere else,” you said rushed.

“what? why?”

“johnny, please . just sit somewhere else with me,” you begged.

soap could read the plea in your eyes. he turned from you, back to the table, then back at you. he was slowly piecing something together. “okay,” he agreed, letting you drag him into one of the lounge rooms.

you both sat down, your eyes glued to your food, not wanting to meet johnny’s gaze.

“so,” he started. “you gonna tell me what that was about?”

“i just… i just didn't want to interrupt them.”

johnny raised a brow. “is something goin’ on between you and ghost?” he finally asked.

your eyes flickered up to his, almost dropping your fork onto your plate, then you looked anywhere but at him. “n-no.”

soap continued to eye you curiously as he began piling his food into his mouth. “you can tell me, y’know?”

you bit your lip. you wanted to tell him, but you were still so fucking embarrassed.

when you looked up at him, you noticed your vision was blurry. oh shit . you quickly used your sleeves to wipe your eyes as the tears began to roll down your cheeks. you rolled your eyes and let out a sardonic laugh, frustrated with the fact that simply thinking about things was making you cry. johnny stopped mid-bite and gaped at you. you could see the gears turning in his head.

“ lass ,” he said softly, trying to coax whatever was bothering you outwards.

you gave a mirthless laugh, continuing to wipe your eyes as the tears kept falling. “i– uhm…”

johnny set his fork down and gave you his full attention. a part of you loved that he cared so much about you, but another part of you wished he would at least keep eating and not stare you down as you tried to open up about something that had been haunting you. it was intimidating.

“that night at the bar… uh…” you took in a breath. god, you felt so stupid saying it out loud.

“does this have somethin’ t’do with you comin’ back from the bathroom cryin’?”

you nodded slowly, as if debating admitting this or not.

“i take it you weren’t actually cryin’ because of pms then…”

you nodded again and smiled dully remembering how you assured soap you were fine and just pmsing. he was hesitant to take that as the truth, but made no show of it in the moment.

johnny waited patiently for you to explain. “this is gonna sound so lame, but i may have developed a little crush on lt.” you didn’t want to say his name, so you were resorting to ranks.

“okay…”

“and, well… i thought he hated me. he was always so snippy whenever i was around. i accepted it. it was just a silly crush. i knew nothing would come of it.” you swirled your fork in the mashed potatoes on your plate. “well, then i thought he was starting to warm up to me. he told me his name. his real name. he was slowly letting me in. i thought that maybe we were becoming friends. i had seen how he acted with you… i just wanted him to accept me.”

johnny nodded, scooting closer to you, his chair making a screeching noise as he did, so he could rest a hand on your shoulder. you looked at where he touched you and smiled. but your grin faded just as fast as it appeared. “then at the bar last week…” you nervously pushed your hair behind your ear. “he caught me in front of the bathrooms. he was asking me if me and you were together…” soap blushed. “he was so hung up on the fact that there was something between us… i asked him why he cared so much, y’know? i was drunk and not piecing things together. and then he lifted his mask and….” your words slipped away.

you looked up at soap and saw his eyes widen ever so slightly. “lt. kissed you?” he said in bewilderment.

“he did more than just kiss me,” your voice cracked at the end of your sentence.

anger suddenly filled soap’s countenance. “and you didn’t want to?” he asked, his voice noticeably darker than earlier.

“no,” you shook your head at soap, making eye contact. “no! he didn’t force me. it’s not that.”

“then what?”

“he said it was a mistake!” you almost shouted. it was therapeutic to finally get that out. “that i was just another body to him.” you gulped. “and, gods, that fuckin’ hurt. he made it seem like it was more than just that for him. i know i sound stupid. i mean i let him fuck me in the bar’s bathroom for god’s sake, and now here i am, surprised it didn’t mean a thing to him.” you buried your face in your hands with a loud sigh. “fuck,” your words were muffled by your hands.

soap said your name so you would look at him. “you’re not stupid for thinking that.”

all that was racing through soap’s mind was how ghost had used you. he took the knowledge of your crush on him and manipulated that information to benefit him. soap’s hands squeezed into fists.

soap’s eyes traced along your features, his hand coming out to wipe the tears staining the underneath of your eyes. he gave your chin a little nudge as he removed his hand and you smiled. “y’know, come to think of it. i don’t think i’ve known ghost to have hooked up with anyone since i’ve met the bastard.” something sharp panged in your chest. “he’s a reclusive guy… maybe he just isn’t sure how he’s feelin’.”

“he made it pretty clear,” you said with annoyance.

soap flinched. he wanted to comfort you, and he wanted to believe ghost was a good man, but he also wanted to punch him in the face right about now. too many conflicting feelings were brewing inside him.

johnny went to speak again but you cut him off. “let’s just move on, okay? now you know why i’ve been upset. i just… i just need a bit of time to lick my wounds. i’ll be okay. i’m okay,” you gave him a half-hearted smile.

you stood in the briefing room of the large aircraft with ghost, soap, gaz, and laswell. you shifted uncomfortably next to soap, scanning your eyes about the room, looking anywhere but at ghost.

“there’s a hatchery being used by the cartel as a smuggling front off the coast of spain,” laswell said, pointing at the map sprawled on the table.

“perfect for moving illegal cargo,” soap said looking up.

“or missiles,” ghost added.

“we need eyes inside, but it’s heavily guarded by cartel. there are four structures and a lighthouse. surrounded by nothing but sea and grasslands.”

“hm. high grass lends itself to concealment in the right gear,” soap said.

“ghillie suits,” you turned to look at gaz who was piecing things together.

“precisely,” soap responded.

“if you four take to the high grass, i can watch the coast for movement and provide exfil by boat,” laswell stated, standing up a little straighter and looking at the motley team in front of her.

“don’t like the idea of you bein’ out there all alone,” johnny said to kate. “price definitely wouldn’t like it. one is none .”

“four’s already a crowd. we have no jurisdiction here, soap.”

“i can go with laswell,” you chimed in. you knew you weren’t going to be much help on land with the other three men. what good could you provide other than slowing them down? and maybe you wanted to get away from ghost, but that wasn’t the main reason you volunteered to tag along beside laswell.

“no,” ghost spoke, not even bothering to look at you.

you felt soap tense beside you. “don’t be stupid! i’m not going to be of any help on land. let me go with laswell. i’ll be better used as an extra pair of eyes,” you argued. no one commented on you calling your lieutenant ’stupid’ and you were thankful for it.

ghost clenched his fist, still refusing to give you even a glance. he knew he had no good defense as to why you couldn’t go with laswell.

there was a beat of silence before laswell spoke up. “then it’s settled. you’ll come with me, iaso ” she said, gesturing her head at you. “the rest of you… roll low and slow. this is unauthorized recon by fire. we’re off the books.”

iaso . you couldn’t help but stifle the smile at your call sign. you felt like part of the team now that soap had deemed you iaso. he said he had been on a greek mythology kick, reading all sorts of fantasy books involving the gods and goddesses. iaso was the greek goddess of cures, remedies, and other modes of healing. soap said he immediately had thought of you when he read her name. you were thankful you got the nickname from a greek goddess before someone else could dictate you as something far more insulting. you were starting to worry someone was going to call you azrael – the angel of death – or something like flatline, as a joke.

the group began to shuffle, getting ready to split and prepare for landing, all now ready to take their position.

“i’ll call you when we’re in position. let’s find these missiles before hassan puts them in our backyard.”

you slid out of the room alongside soap. “you sure you okay with this?” he asked you.

you looked up at him, nudging his shoulder. “i can handle anything,” you said with a cheeky grin.

soap tried to reciprocate your mirth but he fell short. ever since you told him what happened between you and lt. he’d been struggling to let it go. he didn’t appreciate hearing about one of his friends getting walked all over by her superior. especially when he thought ghost was a good guy.

you gave him a sigh, stopping so he’d turn to face you before you departed to go find laswell and get ready with her. “i’ll be fine, johnny. i swear it.”

he rested a hand on your shoulder. “i know ya will. jus’... don’t do anythin’ stupid.”

“no promises.”

he pulled you in for a quick hug then gave you a mock salute. “until we meet again.”

you laughed at him and returned the gesture before strolling past him. soap would meet up with gaz and ghost, getting suited up in their ghillie gear. you would meet with laswell and follow her orders as you made your way to whatever boat she was going to have you both in.

this would be the first time you’d be away from soap on a mission like this. granted, he was still technically in the same vicinity, but it still felt like a whole new situation to you. you were really pushing things out of your comfort zone this year, that was for sure.

soap stood in the small bay, slipping on the camouflage equipment and gear beside the other two men in silence. gaz could feel the tension in the air. soap couldn’t hide the shroud of anger that covered him any longer.

gaz went to fetch more ammo, leaving soap and ghost alone in the room. ghost could feel johnny glaring at him and he finally caved, giving him just what he wanted. “what?” he grunted at the scottish sergeant, giving soap the opening he needed.

he scoffed as he aggressively pulled his tactical gear littered with fake grass over his chest. “i’ve defended ya, ya know?”

ghost strapped on his gloves and turned to face the man. “what the bloody hell are you talkin’ about, soap.”

“contrary to what others say, i know you’re a good guy, lt.” he sat on the bench behind him and yanked on his boots, pulling the laces taut, almost to the brink of ripping them off his shoe entirely. “would die for ya if it came down to it.”

“what’s your point, johnny?” ghost asked as if he had better things than to be talking with soap right now.

“i know what ya did to her,” soap said, looping his laces.

ghost tensed, his movements stuttering before resuming his usual pace. he knew you were friends with soap, so he knew it was a possibility you’d tell him what happened. but some part of ghost – some depraved part that was surely going straight to hell – hoped you were embarrassed enough to keep this to yourself. of course that was wrong of him to want. everything he seemed to do with you was wrong. but he didn’t want to face the repercussions of his own actions. he was a fucking coward. he deserved everything soap was about to say.

“thought you better than that, lt.”

ghost didn’t like how soap kept referring to him as lieutenant. it felt like a jab. “i never said i was a good man, johnny.”

soap shook his head and laughed. “that’s bullshit, and you know it.”

ghost glared at the man. he had strapped and re-strapped his belt on six times now. he couldn’t concentrate.

“i know ya like t’think of yourself as some big bad guy – beyond savin’. as someone with no morals. but i know it’s not true. i’ve seen it. yer not the villain they all make ya out t’be. i didn’t think ya had it in ya to hurt her like that.”

ghost shook his head, slamming his fist into the metal locker before him. “fuck, soap. i messed up, okay? i shouldn’t have played her like that. is that what you wanted to hear? that i’m sorry?”

soap stopped gearing up and rested his elbows on his thighs, looking at the other man across from him. “i’ve never seen ya hook up with a lass before now.”

ghost rolled his eyes behind his mask. “well, i’d call you a pervert if you did.”

“you know what i mean, lt.” soap ran his hand through his short mohawk. “she’s different.”

ghost averted his eyes, wanting to get his gear on as fast as he could to escape this dreadful conversation. “she’s not.” he was lying .

it was like soap could sense it, and ghost hated that about him. “what’s wrong, ghost? why are you doin’ this t’her? t’yerself?”

ghost pursed his lips before spinning back to look at soap. “i don’t deserve her.” there . he said it. he finally fucking said it.

soap raised a brow at his lieutenant. “i’ll just end up hurting her. or worse… she’ll end up hurting me.” he felt like an idiot for saying this out loud. he sounded pathetic. like he wasn’t capable of normal human relationships. and maybe he wasn’t. maybe he’d never get to experience what he so desperately craved.

“y’know that’s not true,” soap said in a much calmer voice. he was afraid of getting too sappy. afraid that might turn ghost away. so, instead, he cleared his throat and pulled his gun up with him as he stood, strapping it over his back. “yer a good man, simon. and i think you know that deep down. don’t ruin a good thing before ya even let it happen.”

ghost’s eyes shifted to johnny, meeting his momentarily before soap slipped off down the hall, leaving ghost to collapse onto the bench and shove his head in his hands. he let himself wallow in self-pity for only a minute longer before he shoved it all down, as far as he could, and focused all his attention on the mission before him.

“watcher-2 to bravo–we’re in position, half a click off the coast. structures are visible. what’s your status?” you said into the comms.

“we’re set at our firing point. eyes on a pair of armed targets hiding in the field.”

it was ghost who responded. you hated that a chill ran down your spine at hearing his low voice over the comms like that.

“you’re green-lit. execute when able,” laswell said.

“rog’. stand by…”

you shifted your prone position on the boat, looking down the scope of your sniper, watching the coast to the right while laswell watched to the left.

“bravo, how copy–?” kate said.

“solid, watcher. two down.”

“good work. push forward, see what you can find.”

kate turned to you. “get them pulled up on the satellite. i wan’t you to be on their location at all times.”

you nodded and set your gun down – thankful for that since you still weren’t sure you had the confidence to even use a sniper properly. you pulled the bulky tablet out of the canvas bag beside you and tapped away, pulling up a digital screen showing three blinking dots out on the field.

“got ‘em,” you muttered.

you watched as the men moved slowly, likely crawling through the high grass.

“you’re coming up on the main buildings. you’ll see it from the top of the hill.” you said, letting them know their locations.

a few beats passed and the dots approached closer together.

“watcher–we’re set.” soap spoke into the comms.

“take out as many as you can from the op. start with the outliers.” laswell responded.

“solid, copy.”

ten minutes had passed with various callouts over the comms, constantly checking in on the boys’ locations.

they were now approaching the main hatchery.

“stay on point, boys…” laswell said.

“yes ma’am.” gaz replied.

“don’t ma’am me… remember, i can still outrun you…”

you smiled as you listened to the way laswell bickered with gaz. it was nice to see the relationship formed between the group. it gave you hope that this could become your family. that you would find your place here, too.

“looks like they’re headin’ underground,” you mumbled to kate. she stretched as she stared attentively down the scope of her gun, eyeing the coast.

“kate, we found a passageway.”

“good work.“ she replied.

“look at this,” you heard soap say.

“jackpot,” you could just barely make out gaz’s voice.

you looked up and to your right, off into the ebbing waters. a boat slightly larger than yours was coming into view on the horizon. your eyes widened and you jumped slightly, not expecting to see anyone else out here.

“shit, kate. we might have company.”

kate looked over her shoulder to where you were staring and made no signs she was worried.

“be advised. multiple boats approaching our position” she said.

“need help?” it was ghost who responded.

“could be fishermen. stay on mission.”

the men continued on and you felt your hands gripping the tablet tighter to the point of leaving marks.

“pick up your gun,” kate said to you. you nodded, putting the screen down and getting your pistol out of it’s holster on your hip. “stay calm.”

your hands and neck were sweating, your face going hot as the boat edged closer and closer. you had a gut feeling that these were not fishermen, and you think kate did too.

“kate, i’m in the tunnels, heading toward the coastline. you okay?” soap grunted.

“boats are still closing. no trouble yet.”

“i don’t like this, kate.”

“comes with the territory, soap–”

“you two shouldn’t be out there alone.” ghost chimed in, as if he had suggested something that would have prevented this situation.

“we’re not alone. we’re armed and dangerous, lieutenant. out.”

kate was dangerous. you were… just iaso… a healer. your hands were shaking on your gun as the boat got close enough that you could hear arabic voices. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed.

“i think we’ve got problems here, soap.”

“copy, stand by.”

kate nodded her head behind her, urging you to get back. you made your way to stand behind her as she propped her gun up and held it at the ready.

“boats are closing in. looks like aq–they have weapons…” there was clear panic in kate’s voice now as she spoke over the comms.

the boat slammed into yours, making you both stumble backward. suddenly, the loud steps of boots echoed on the deck.

“contact! engaging–!”

“kate!” soap shouted.

ghost turned to soap. “fuck, they’re boarding.” he sprinted to the edge of the tunnel, seeing the boats off on the coastline.

“kate.. iaso…?!” ghost shouted after the quick lull.

“laswell!” soap called.

“fuck! what the fuck-! i can’t see whats happening…!” gaz sputtered as he had his gun pointed in the direction of the boats, trying to use his scope to watch the events unfold.

“they have them hemmed in–they’re surrounded.” soap added in a rush.

“al qatala’s on the boat, they’re taking it or us…” kate finally spoke over the comms.

“drop your weapon, drop your weapon or you will die without mercy–!!”

ghost’s fist clenched as he heard you yelp in the background.

“i will not surrender!” kate spat.

ghost shook his head and cursed kate’s name. he wouldn’t expect anything less from her, but he couldn’t help but be bothered by the fact that she was putting you through this as well.

“take her, take her!” arabic voices echoed on the comms.

the three men looked at one another, completely helpless.

“let’s go brothers, take her now, now!”

“comply, comply, you are a prisoner in the name of al qatala.”

“--get your fucking hands off of me–!!” it was your voice that haunted the comms now. ghost growled, marching towards the edge of the tunnel to look out beyond the waters. he could see movement, but couldn’t make out any details.

they had you. they had you and laswell.

“ouch! fuck–!”

ghost’s hand grabbed the mic on his vest, pressing the button as he spoke.

“iaso! just comply. don’t fight it… we’ll get you out of this.” he didn’t know if you could hear him, but he heard the shuffle of a struggle as the men took hold of you and laswell.

“laswell! iaso!” soap called.

the three men stared speechless at one another. they’ve been through similar things before, so why was this so different? why were they so shaken by the capturing of you and kate?

the men gathered on the outskirts of the hatcheries where a bloodbath lay on the grounds. they looked in at a laptop, the screen depicting you in a car, knocked out, with a gun held towards your body.

the camera was blurry as it shifted to show kate behind you in a similar position.

“this is proof of life,” soap said.

“where did this come from?” ghost asked.

“urzikstan” shepherd responded over the radio.

“look…” soap pointed at laptop screen where the video continued to play. “they’re pointing east.”

“likely to al mazrah.”

“they get the girls underground there, we’ll lose them for good,” gaz said sullenly.

“we’ll lead the rescue team,” ghost said as he paced back and forth.

“that’s not gonna happen, ghost,” shepherd said flatly.

“say again, general,” gaz asked, clearly taken aback by shepherd’s words.

“this is a tug o’ war, boys. we need to pull back, not lean forward.”.

“since when?” gaz said as he rolled his eyes.

“since now,” shepherd dictated. “we can’t just send in the cavalry. these things take planning and preparation.”

“these things take violence and timing. i can do both. they’re lives are in a fuckin’ hourglass,” ghost growled at shepherd.

“i know you’re upset, lieutenant. this happened on your mission and that’s a tough pill to swallow.”

“are you telling me we leave her–them?” ghost asked aghast. what would he do if shepherd gave the orders to leave the two of you? would ghost fall in line and listen? he wasn’t so sure. but he knew this was going to end in bloodshed one way or another.

“i’m telling you i can’t help you…” shepherd said a little more softly. “but i won’t stop you.”

“i’ll have them back in 12 hours,” ghost said without even thinking, walking away from the laptop as the helicopter began to land, sending gusts of wind at the men.

“don’t die doin’ this, simon.” shepherd sighed over the radio, his voice getting muffled by the helicopter. “laswell and iaso wouldn’t want that. i don’t either.”

“general, i thought kate was your friend?” gaz asked, watching ghost as he walked further away, his eyes shifting to soap who was tentatively listening.

“war isn’t about friends. it’s about enemies. good luck”

and with that, shepherd cut out.

the helicopter landed and gaz shut the laptop and grabbed his things.

“we’re going head to head with aq on their home turf. they’re going to have hundreds more protecting laswell and iaso.” gaz said as he followed behind soap. “we need an army.”

“i can get us an army.” ghost jumped onto the helicopter, turning towards the pilot’s seat. “nik!” he called out over the powerful whirling of the copter’s blades.

“where to?” nik asked over his shoulder.

chapter 10 ➡

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[Chapter 14] Hospital Visit

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When you hang up the phone, you immediately get a taxi. You have no option but to take Megumi with you since there’s no one else that can take care of him. The four-year-old is confused as to why you’re going out, but maybe you’re going out for ice cream so he doesn’t mind too much.

The whole ride to the hospital, it feels as if your heart is in your throat. You didn’t get any details. Right now, your brain is your biggest enemy. You’re on the verge of tears, thinking that the most horrible thing happened to him– Well, he certainly isn’t fine. You wouldn’t have received a call from the hospital if Toji was fine.

You can’t glance at Megumi during the entire car ride because you wonder what’ll happen if it’s something grave, Megumi would have no one. Apart from you. You’d have no problem taking care of Megumi but you’re not sure if you'd be enough for him. You doubt that you’d be.

“Can we get some ice cream?” Megumi asks, and you try to smile at him.

“Maybe after, baby. We have to do something.” You answer. You get to the hospital, and it’s safe to say that Megumi is nervous. Every time he’s in a similar environment, he’s here to get a vaccine so the painful memories come back; at least he gets a treat after he cries his little heart out.

You walk to the front desk and you ask for Toji. Your relationship to the patient? You’re his emergency contact. You have no other way to answer the question. Maybe his son’s babysitter… You’re not sure if they’ll let you through with that answer though.

They tell you where he’s at, pointing towards a pair of wooden doors that make you gulp while your palms get more sweaty. You grip Megumi’s hand and begin to walk towards the doors, which right now, feels like a challenge to you. You come to find yourself in disbelief at the fact that you’re Toji’s emergency contact, even though you shouldn’t be too shocked. He doesn’t have a family that you know of, of course, apart from the four-year-old whose hand you hold.

When you get to where Toji is supposed to be, you find the woman that you’ve grown to despise. She has done nothing to you, but you can’t help but roll your eyes when she’s in front of you. You walk past her and slide the curtain that separates Toji from the rest of the room, and she doesn’t even seem to notice you. She completely slips your mind when you walk inside, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you see him intact. Megumi sees his father laying down on the hospital bed, and he begins to cry, his tiny mind thinking of the worst– Which isn’t as bad as what you’re thinking, Megumi most likely thinks his dad is ill.

Instead of focusing on Toji, you pick up Megumi from the floor and wipe his tears while you kiss his cheeks repeatedly. Your hand rubs his back and you say, “See, he’s fine. He’s just sleeping.”

You would walk Megumi over to Toji so he can poke him, but you have no idea what Toji has. You have no idea if it’s contagious and you don’t want Megumi to catch anything.

A nurse walks in, her eyes on the chart that’s in her hands before her gaze falls on you and the kid that you hold. Her eyes shift back and forth between you and the curtain that separates you from Momoko. She won’t get into it, instead she clears her throat, “Are you the emergency contact?”

“I am.” You answer. You stare at Toji who seems to peacefully sleep, and you have the question, “What’s wrong with him?”

“He collapsed. Completely knocked out.” She says, and you’re not sure if you want to find out more because this feels all too familiar. You begin to tremble, and you have to put Megumi down.

“Will he be okay?” Your voice breaks, and you hope that she doesn’t notice. You’ve grown to care a lot for Toji, and while you aren’t talking, you obviously don’t want anything bad to happen to him.

“Yeah, there doesn't seem to be anything worrying so far… We’re running some tests, but from the looks of it, he’s going to be fine.” She says, which takes so much weight off your shoulders. “We’re not sure when he’ll wake up though… Not sure if you want to stay considering you have a child with you.”

“Yeah… Do you have an idea of what it is?” You ask, your nerves still getting the best of you even though she told you that everything seems fine. You just want to double check that he’ll be okay so you don’t stay awake, tossing and turning wondering what’s wrong with Toji.

“By the looks of it, he’s exhausted. Too exhausted for his body to function.” She answers, and you take a closer look at the man that you’ve barely cared to look at this passing time. The eyebags are evident, and you have no idea how you hadn’t noticed before. “Do you want me to say something to the woman that’s waiting outside?”

“She’ll leave on her own. I’ll be leaving soon anyway, I can talk to her. Thank you.” You tell the nurse whose brows raise. She bites down her tongue, it’s none of her business. She shouldn’t get involved even though curiosity is slowly killing her. She ends up walking away, and you finally pay attention to Megumi whose little hands rest on the edge of the bed. Upon closer look, you see him trying to climb on the bed. You sigh before picking him up. You know it’s nothing contagious so you lower him and allow the little boy to poke his father’s cheek. “See, he’s fine.”

“Wake up.” Megumi says to no avail. Before you can tell him that Toji isn’t waking up so easily this time, he says, “Daddy. Wake up.”

“C’mon, Megumi. Toji isn’t waking up so fast tonight. You’ll be able to talk to him tomorrow.” It makes his bottom lip stick out. You kiss his cheek before you assure him, “We’ll come back tomorrow. You also know what this means? We’re getting ice cream.”

“Really?” His eyes light up, the mention of the treat lightening up his mood and almost bringing a smile to his face. You nod in response. You glance over at Toji one last time, and you take a deep breath. It hurts to see him like this, but you’re thankful at the very least that it’s nothing too serious.

“Say bye to your daddy, Megumi.” You tell the little boy who unenthusiastically waves his hand. You mimic him before you walk away.

You wish you could say that you’re surprised at the fact that Momoko is still there, doing God knows what. You stand still for a moment, deciding what you should do about her. Should you just leave her? You have no idea if you have the right to address her, you’re just Toji’s neighbor. You decide that your best option is to walk away, talking to Momoko will most likely get you upset. And as you do so, you hear, “Hey!”

You come to a stop and slowly turn to look at her. You try your best to not come off as hostile even though you don’t like her. She’s done nothing to you but you’ve never hated someone more. You furrow your brows and ask, “May I help you?”

“I couldn’t help but notice… Are you Toji’s wife?” She sounds so sweet when she speaks that you almost roll your eyes. The question makes you realize that she doesn’t know much about Toji, especially considering how she stares at the child that you hold in your arms– You could lie… Which would cause a lot of problems between you and Toji. So you have to avoid lying.

“I’m his neighbor.” You truthfully answer, and you hate that she’s noticeably relieved which almost makes your eye twitch. You’re jealous? No, you have no reason to be. “And you are?”

“Oh… I’m…” She can’t quite put her mind on what to call herself. She ends up shaking her head, “No one. Doesn’t matter… Um… Is that your son?”

“Toji’s.” You answer and her eyes go wide, as if it’s the first time that she’s hearing of this; perhaps it is, you don’t see why Toji would bring up Megumi when this is supposed to be a job. They aren’t actually dating.

“Oh, I see.” She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. She gets visibly flushed, and you almost smirk. She clears her throat and she tries her best to put on a smile, “Did you drive here? Do you need a ride back home?”

“I don’t.” You answer even though you don’t have a ride. Your parents taught you to not get into a stranger’s car, and this applies all too well. Maybe you should say something else before walking away, but you don’t. Megumi’s staring back and you try to get his attention off her, saying, “Let’s go get that ice cream, baby.”

After having Megumi sleep over, you wake up the next morning with the worst body ache– The little boy kicked you so many times in your sleep that you’re surprised that he didn’t break one of your bones. Megumi is much more cheerful the next morning, and he wakes you up early to see his father.

This is the first time Megumi officially sleeps over and you immediately realize why Toji collapsed. He does not let you sleep and when you finally close your eyes he wakes you up. You make breakfast for him, get him and yourself ready, and then head to the hospital.

This morning he’s in a different room, more private than the emergency room. Thankfully, there’s no unwanted guests. He’s laid back on a bed, a remote in hand as he browses for a channel that’s interesting for him. He doesn’t bother to look at the door, assuming it’s another nurse. Not until he hears the sweetest sound of the morning, “Daddy!”

“Megumi!” Toji has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen as he watches his son run over to the bed. Toji picks up the boy and puts him down beside him on the bed which leaves him cramped for space; not because Megumi is big, but because Toji is huge.

“How are you doing, Toji? Last time I saw you, you were fast asleep.” You speak up, slowly walking over to the chair that’s beside his bed. He’s smiling at you but not as brightly as he smiles at his son.

“Like I got run over by a truck, but better.” Toji answers. You take a seat and you watch as Megumi’s head rests on his dad’s chest, his eyes focused on the TV. You and Toji stare at each other for a moment before his eyes fall on the TV so he can look for something that’ll entertain the child. “Thank you so much.”

“It was no problem, Toji. We’re friends. I’m glad that you’re okay.” You respond. He opens his mouth to speak but he bites his tongue because that’s not appropriate to say. You wait for him to speak, but when he doesn’t say anything, you take it upon yourself to say something. “So… Is everything going to be okay?”

“Yeah. Just told I need to rest, and take more care of myself. Sleep more. Drink water. Have a better diet.” He tells you, and you can’t help but agree more. You’re probably going to be on his ass about it so a similar situation doesn’t happen.

“You better listen, Toji. You made me worried sick.” You confess, and he smirks. He tilts his head to the side,

“Really? Were you thinking that you wouldn’t be…” He begins and his eyes shift to his son and then back to you. He puts his hands over Megumi’s ears and then continues to say, “Kiss me anymore?”

“Yeah.” You laugh. You haven’t even had a proper conversation in what feels like an eternity, yet he’s talking about kisses. He lets out a chuckle which then proceeds to make the room silent. Of course, apart from Megumi’s cartoon which is loud and clear. A question comes to mind and you feel nervous about asking. But you proceed to ask, “Has Momoko come around?”

“Not really. Why would she?” Toji asks. He stretches his hand out, and you put your palm in his. He squeezes your hand, and you try your best to not smile like a fool. Your breathing gets heavy and slowly tears well up in your eyes. Toji notices your eyes get glossy and his brows furrow before he asks a question that is enough to make you burst into tears, “Are you okay?”

It makes you get up from your seat and engulf him, and the boy that’s in his bed, in a tight hug. It can squeeze the air out of them but neither of them will complain. Toji doesn’t get this type of hug often so he’ll appreciate it. He knows you’re just relieved so he won’t ruin your moment. You murmur,

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #anime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #daddy toji #toji zenin #jujutsu toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #fushiguro toji #toji x you #dilf toji #toji fic

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winterarmyy · 9 months

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Imagine a like avenger!Bucky x shape shifter! Reader.

It could be enemies to lovers smut too because why not?

The reader is the beast boy but a girl version...you can make them green

I don't see skin color 🙄(I'm joking,I'm black)

What if you make the reader green it could be like Bucky's in his room and he hears crying so he follows the sound to find y/n crying because she messed up on a mission and some agents said mean things idk and he is trying to comfort her and then they kiss and then more idk

Then, if she isn't green it could be .....sex pollen...she gets hit with sex pollen while on a mission and comes back...well you know worked up? She's in pain and even those Bucky "hates her" he also wants to help her so he..how do I say this.. he fucks her brains out.

I'm Not Like Her

Y/N had her heart broken when some agents made fun of how her body look and Bucky came in clutch with the rescue.

Note: I'm not even open for asks but your brilliant mind just spark something in me! Plus, i see you a lot in my comments so here you are... and the pic is hilarious btw 🤣

Pairing: avenger!bucky x shape shifter!reader

Words: 1.5k++

Warnings: mild enemies to lovers, hint fat shaming, angst, bucky likes to tease the reader but not too much, fluff, cause he secretly loves her, allusion to smut??? and sam just being himself.

Idea explanation: personally i don't think i'm qualified enough to write about being discriminate against for skin color. I need more research of it.

BUT, physically, i am on the curvy side. I don't have a flat stomach, my thighs are bigger than they supposed to. cause i'm fucking 4'11 (so i look fat for my height). And i know what it feels like when people comment abt that.

Soooooo instead of turning green, imagine that the reader doesn't have the fit and perfect model-like body like other agents. Her powers? She can shape shift into any living being (person/animals/aliens) for a short amount of time, like 3-7mins.

Bucky Barnes is a bully. He'd do anything to annoy the shit out of Y/N. Everything he does just ticked her off, you name it; hair pulling, cheeks pinching, mean little jokes about how Y/N would suffocate him to death if she ever sit on him.

Bucky Barnes acts exactly like a mean teenage boy who bullies the person he likes. But she doesn't know that, does she?

What she knew was he is a menace that loves to see her bright red, in embrassment and anger. What she knew was he likes to dig into her skin and ripped her heart out from how vexingly mean he is with her.

But, he was never cruel. No. He is the sweetest a man can be when he wants to. She still remembered those days he would drop off bunch of her favorite snacks and sweets during that week she was hospitalized from a rough mission.

Don't get her wrong though, he still teases her A LOT during those visits but it was sweet of him to come by and cheer her up.

But if he wasn't cruel. Then, why was she on the verge of tears?

Y/N stood alone in the kitchen, her hands strongly gripped onto the edges of the counter like she would shatter it with her bare hands. At time like this, she wished nothing more than just to shift into a bird and fly away.

Just so far away that no will able to catch her.

But those agents certainly did shot a bullet through the thickness of her gut when they said those words.

Y/N was just going to grab a cold drink after her sparring with Bucky, when she heard their vile whispers. She stopped at her tracks and hid behind the wall the moment she heard her name was mentioned.

"I don't understand why we keep her around. Did you see her panting for air from a quick sparring with Barnes? And doesn't she sound like a pig?" He sneered.

"We keep y/n around cause she has powers you, dumbass. Why are you being mean anyway, didn't you guys had a thing like 2 weeks ago?" The other voice said.

"It was a prank. Didn't think she'd believe it. Me dating her? Please. Not in any universe." He trailed, "Though if she shift into Natasha, then maybe I'll consider fucking her." Y/N could hear his smirk even from the block of the walls.

The other man laughed as if it was funny, "But it only lasts so long though? What if she turn back into herself when you have your cock inside her?"

The man gagged and said, "Ewww please stop. That's just fucking disgusting."

And when they left the kitchen, Y/N aimlessly went to the area. What was she gonna do just now? Oh, get some cold water. But why won't her hands move? They've been digging into the hard surface of the counter for how long now? If she goes any harder, her fingers would bleed. And why's her vision was blurry? Why there's wetness on her cheeks?

She didn't even notice that she was crying, beause she was so focused on fixing her own broken heart. And even if her pride was left to almost nothing, but she held on. She chose hold on to it for as long as could. Cause deep down she knew they were right.

No one's gonna love her for who she is, they will always be blinded by the flaw of her body and not see the pure of her heart. And if that is the ugly truth she had to face, then she chose to love herself. To be proud of herself.

But it is so hard does it? How can you love yourself when no one else is willing to love you?

"Doll?" Bucky's voice was soft when he called her that she didn't even heard him the first time around.

When Bucky heard sounds of someone sniffling, he knew that someone was crying. So he followed the hiccups of voice to the kitchen. But he didn't expect the culprit would be Y/N.

He almost rushed to her when she continued to sob, "Hey hey hey, what's wrong sweets? Did you hurt yourself?" He briefly cupped the softness of her cheeks before slightly holding up her hands to see if there's any cut from it.

When he noticed that there weren't any physical injuries, the tense of his muscles relaxed just a little bit. His big hands went to reach her face again, and gently wiped her tears away. He was so tender with his hold but his tone was far from it, "Who did this to you?"

And she told him exactly what happened. Even with hiccups in between her ranting breath. He listened. He listened to every single word she had to say, not cutting into her confession, not even once. And Y/N didn't know why she told him that. He supposed to be the last person she complained to about her look, about her weakness, about her flaws.

Bucky Barnes, the same one that loves to tease her about it all. He wasn't supposed to hear the dooms of her heart. But, he was. He was listening to her.

And he was seeing red.

Bucky had never felt rage this powerful in his life, he swore that if he let it consume him, the tower would be painted with blood. But, he held back. For her.

Because she needed someone to be there for her. And Bucky felt he was the luckiest to be that person.

"I'm not like her." She whispered tiredly. "I'm not like her, Bucky. I'm not attractive like Natasha or pretty like Zendaya or even Steve at that matter, like he has such tiny waist for his built, and he's a fucking man!!" She ranted every minor things that bothered her to him.

Bucky thought of his words for a while and simply said, "Yes, you're not like Natasha, or Zendaya, or Steve..." he chuckled at the end, "...But that's the best bits about you, doll." There was this flare in his eyes that Y/N couldn't wrap her finger around it.

"Are you making fun of me, right now?" She glared in between the tears in her eyes.

"No, I'm only telling you the truth." Bucky tucked her hair as he continued, "So what if you're not like her? There will always be someone that will see you more that just a piece of meat to fuck."

"Well, then I won't have that someone then."

"Oh, but I know one person though." Bucky grinned, "Me."

Y/N was rendered speechless when he confessed his true feelings.

"Doll, have you ever wonder why I love pinching your cheeks so much?" His fingers started to trail across her cheeks and his stare lingered in her eyes as his naughty hands find their way to her hips.

"It's because I was desperately trying to avoid grabbing these soft, thick thighs of yours." his eyes darkened the moment that he said, "And oh baby the things I'd do for you just to slide my cock between them."

It was like she was hypnotized by the way his hardened bulge grinding against her tummy. It felt good and his lust-filled gaze was doing nothing but making her wet, "Bucky..." she whispered.

Bucky lips was so gentle on her eyelids and her temple, until his teeth grazed along her neck and his groaning call reached her ears, "And do you know why I was pissed when we were sparring just now?" Asked before quickly clarifying, "It's not because I lost to you."

He grinded a particularly hard thrust against her that he accidentally moan in pleasure, "Oh babydoll, no. It's because I have this absolutely gorgeous girl on top of me, and her slutty body was just so close to me that I got so fucking hard. "

Bucky lifted her face towards his to watch how she was melted in his touch, "I was so pissed, because I can't fuck you the way I want to." His lips was so close, hovering over her own as he confessed.

But suddenly they felt a splash of water hitting side of their face, "Woah woah woah. Down, boy. Bad bucky. Bad!" Sam yelled. Imagine his surprise when he got into the kitchen to see Bucky literally humping on Y/N like a dog in heat.

They didn't even notice him approaching them with a glass of water in his hand.

Though Y/N was absolutely red in embrassement, but surely Bucky doesn't give a fuck. He didn't even acknowledge Sam's pleas to stop, especially when he crashed his lips on hers.

Y/N moaned lewdly as he effortlessly lifted her on the kitchen isle, feeling his clothed cock rubbing against her needy cunt. At that point, who cares if anyone's watching. She wanted him so bad. As bad as he wanted ruin her.

Sam scrambled backwards when Bucky started to unzip his pants, "Shit he's going feral." He dramatically ran across the halls leading to the kitchen as he announced, "Okay people, out. Get out. No one is allowed to the kitchen unless you want to be in debt cause I am not paying for your therapy."

Safe to say the kitchen was a fucking mess when Bucky was done with her and the cleaning crew was traumatized by the amount of wetness and cum they had to clean around the area.

End.

A/N: This was so random but I hope you enjoyed it! Drop some thoughts behind for me to pick up and squeal at, would you?

#random asks 💌#yinn writes 📝#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #avenger!bucky

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descendant-of-truth · 11 months

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Why do people think that Shadow's going to beat up Sonic after the most recent episode. just because he was proven right?? Do we think he wanted to be proven right???

Shadow had ample reasoning to stay back at the cave and keep an eye on Nine. He doesn't trust him, doesn't think he should even be left alone with the shards, and he's certainly stubborn enough in this opinion to stand guard. But he decided to leave him alone anyway.

In a practical sense, it's probably because he knows that the Chaos Council is the more immediate threat, and that they'll buy more time if he works with Sonic instead of against him. But think about it; he never even goes to check on Nine until the SECOND explosion. Why?

I do think it's possible that I'm wrong about this, but my first thought was that this was actually a show of trust from Shadow. He lets himself trust Sonic's judgement just this once, because there's a viable reason for him to go along with it - Nine is the most qualified to handle the shards, and Sonic does need his help on the battlefield.

Shadow expects the worst, sure. But his behavior suggests to me that he's hoping for the best, deep down, and that's important because it means that it wasn't just Sonic's trust that Nine betrayed.

And I mean. just look at how the scene plays out when he gets there:

Shadow sees Sonic trying to plead with Nine, who scoffs at the idea of trusting him before leaving with the Shards. It's only once he's gone that we get this shot of Shadow looking ticked off, and while it's hard to tell, I don't think he's supposed to be looking at Sonic here.

If he was, I think his head and/or eyes would be tilted down more, given where Sonic is in relation to him. But as it is, I'm inclined to think that he's more angry about the shards being taken away than he is at Sonic specifically.

And even if he does have a moment where he gets mad at him, how long can we really expect that to last when it's implied that Sonic was on the verge of tears after this? It's a little hard to tell, but he brings his hands up to his eyes right before the screen fades to black, so even if he's not crying, he's clearly not okay.

I don't think Shadow is mean enough to fight Sonic right now, because as previously established, he loses a lot of steam whenever Sonic starts looking sad, and doesn't gain anything from fighting him like that. If anything, I imagine he'd try to practically drag Sonic out of his slump to deal with practical issues instead of letting him wallow in his feelings for much longer.

There's no telling how effective that would be, but I think it's a more likely first attempt for him than just smacking Sonic around and adding injury to insult. I know we love to see Shadow pick fights and all but give him a little credit

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #shadow the hedgehog #analysis #meta #This post has the potential to age very poorly once the next episode comes out but I'm willing to take that risk

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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Ok but secret relationship with Jason hc?? 👀👀

⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x secret relationship! reader hcs

content: jason grace x secret relationship! reader hcs warning: angst (i always do this to my boy jason he just makes me SAD okay), like literally no fluff to save this, also wayyyyy ooc jason but i needed a man to be mad at sorry bbygrl author's note: i got mad at a man (my father, duh) and this was the production of that. i know you probs wanted cute ass relationship shit but i put mitski on and just raged out my bad yall. never let a man treat you like this, not even soft boy jason. fuck all men, let them rot in the deepest darkest pits.

you knew love wasn't supposed to feel like this

it wasn't supposed to be sneaky kisses in an alley one second and screams the next

while he was screaming at you to improve your skills, it didn't help the knot in your stomach any

it didn't help that he said things he shouldn't've, things that were told in the delicate privacy of shared beds and bare skin

and here he was, screaming it for the whole troop to hear

and he'd kiss you after, like it never happened, but only behind a dumpster or deep in the reaches of new rome, where no one went

and it was fun for a little bit and you enjoyed it, thinking it flirty and sexy to be hidden in the illusion of darkness

but then when you asked to go further, maybe even into the light, and he instantly shot you down

you knew

you knew in that moment you would never get more from jason grace than his skin

you'd never feel the heat of his love, just his lust

and it broke you down, every kiss following that realization feeling like a blade against your throat

every squeeze of your ass was the tightening of his web

every whisper in your ear of a family and kids and a wedding the size of the moon was like poison flowing down your throat and stilling your heart

so, one day you woke and decided you done letting yourself be jason's play thing

you deserved better than sucking dick in back alleys and behind buildings no one knows the name of

"hey, baby," he tried, reaching his hand out for the curve of your ass but you smacked his hand away, promptly turning and walking away

"what's your problem?" he asked following after you, causing you to spin around, seething.

"you, jason grace, are my probelm. get out of my way," you huffed but he caught your arm as you tried to walk past.

"i don't know what's gotten into you but-"

"i'm sick of it, jason! i'm sick of my heart strings being played with. you know i liked you and youre just mean for playing with me because of it," you bit out, trying to tug your arm out of his tight hold, tears slowly gathering in your eyes.

"y/n, you know i liked what we have. no need to ruin it with-"

"well, news flash, i don't like what we have. i feel disgusting when we're done; used. it's gross and...and i'm done," you managed to get out, swallowing down your sobs, refusing to let him see you cry.

"done?! what do you mean, done?!" jason asked, verging on panic as he tried to reach out to her, but she just pulled her arms away from him, glancing up with glassy eyes filled to the brim with tears

"it's over, jason. i- i- i can't keep living like this. it's not fair," you whispered, causing jason to spin around, running frantic hands through his hair

"i'm sorry, y/n, let's talk about this. please, please don't leave," jason begged, shaking his head like he refused to believe this was his life

"we tried talking. i'm done and it's for the best-"

"YOU DON'T GET TO BE DONE! YOU CAN'T JUST QUIT!" jason screamed, a rage filling his eyes as he spun on the girl, who began shaking as she backed away from him like he was a wild animal

"you know, you really are just like your father." she whispered out, a tear finally breaching her waterline before she scrambled out of the apartment, throwing glances over her shoulder like she was scared he was going to chase her.

"no, no, no, no. please- please come back, i'm sorry, wait-" jason tried calling after her, all the rage leaving him at her words.

he fell to his knees in that now quiet apartment, crying and rocking himself, flooded with thoughts that he did this to himself

and you wanna know the worst part? he really did love her too

he just didn't know how to go about it, emotions not coming easily to him

but he knew there was no excuse, no reason other than shame to drag it out this long

jason grace knew he lost the girl he loved because he didn't know how to love her in the way he was supposed to

maybe she was right

maybe he really was just his father's son.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #heroes of olympus #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 3/6

Read it. Even if you aren't a Ruben fan. Read this damn story!!!! Cuz it's gooood 🤭🤭

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born. (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

Things happened so fast once the test results panned out positive, saying that Ruben was indeed the father of your unborn child. He had you move out of Lina's apartment and in with him, after the two spent quite some time arguing about it. Nevertheless it was your words that got her to finally surrender. You told her that it was for the best, that you couldn't stay on your bosses couch forever.

"Call me." She said. "Anytime."

You nodded. "I will."

You felt homesick the first nights spent in Ruben's apartment. You had the urgent need to call your mother but there was a ten procent chance that she would even pick up. Drug abuse did that to a person.

You were up late one night, on the verge of tears, when footsteps emerged and the lights in the kitchen came on.

"You're up?"

Ruben appeared, an empty water bottle in his hand. He wore slippers and oversized basketball shorts, however nothing more than that. His bare chest was outlined in the dimmed light, his muscles lean and very very visible.

"I..." You said, wiping your runny nose. "I couldn't sleep."

"Oh."

He walked over to the sink, turning on the water to refill his bottle. Once the cap was on he turned back to you. "Is the room too hot? I mean, you asked me to turn the temperature up yesterday."

"The room is fine Ruben." You said, a faint smile on your lips. But it faded quickly and Ruben noticed.

"Hey." He approached you, lifting your head before it dropped. He held it between his hands, staring blankly into your watering eyes. "You're crying, what's wrong?"

You sniffled, shaking your head.

"No, tell me." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Ruben...."

"Yes?"

"Ruben...."

"Y/N, please, tell me what's wrong?"

You pushed the words through your clogged throat. "Why aren't there any snacks in your apartment?"

"Huh?"

You lifted your head, a dead serious look in your eyes. "I've looked everywhere, but nothing."

His hands left your face, scratching the back of his head. "Y/N, if it's snacks that you want..."

He went over to the nearest cabinet, however you didn't allow yourself to get too excited since you had already gone through the same cabinet twice.

"Here you go, snacks."

Your heart sank as Ruben slid a bag of unseasoned rice cakes your way.

"Ruben." You sighed. "Snacks aren't supposed to have fiber in them, or say 'organic' on the side of packaging."

"No?"

"No. The label is suppose to spell out the words 'extra salty' or 'extra sweet'. And anything that resembles edible snacks in your home turns out to be sugar free."

Ruben batted his eyes, quite baffled by your sudden ranting. "Alright." He nodded. "Tomorrow. I'll get you some snacks tomorrow."

"Real snacks." You demanded.

"Yeeees. Real snacks, extra saltysweet or whatever."

"That's all I ask."

You wiped your cheeks, ready to go to bed now. Astonished, Ruben watched you retreat to the guestroom. Although the two of you had started out romantically, you both agreed that a more platonic relationship was best for everyone.

"Goodnight Ruben."

He stood in the doorway of his bedroom, water bottle in hand. "Goodnight Y/N, I'll see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow came, however Ruben was nowhere to be found. Instead you were startled on your way to grabbing breakfast that morning.

"Hello Y/N."

You held a hand to your chest, calming down from the sudden fright. "Whatta....who are you ?"

It was a young woman, perhaps in her early thirties. She was well dressed in a pantsuit that did wonders to her slim figure, carving an illusion that she had curves.

"I'm sorry to scare you. I'm Elena, Ruben's personal assistant and publicist."

"Ruben's what?" You frowned.

"Publicist." She smiled, like a well trained flight attendant. "Ruben said it would be a good time for us to meet now that you've settled in."

"He did?"

"Yes. He also told me that we should go over a few things about your arrangement."

"Um, okay...."

Elena smiled politly and gestured for you take a seat across from her. The table was already set with a light breakfast containing fruits, freshly squeezed orange juice and other healthy ingredients that screamed 'A fitness psychopath lives here!'.

"I take it that Ruben hasn't told you much about me." She said.

You nodded. "Not at all."

"Well, I'm happy to introduce myself. Ruben and I have worked together for a few years now, mainly focusing on improving his image as a professional athlete to increase his value in the market of brand deals and so on." Elena's eyes looked to examine you up and down. A bit unpleasant since, compared to her, you looked a mess. "When Ruben told me about your current situation, I interpreted it as a cry for help."

"A what now?" Who was crying for what? You thought. Because if someone deserved to do any crying, it was you.

"As you may understand, this sort of news could be quite damaging if not handled properly." She said, spelling it out for you as if you were a three year old. "Ruben has a very important image to up hold and having a casual situation turn into a public battle for custody is not what Ruben needs at this stage of his professional career."

"Excuse me?" You almost choked on a grape.

"Don't get me wrong Y/N. It is very clear that you and Ruben have no problem getting along. I mean everything has gone according to plan this far."

"Plan, what plan?" You frowned. Elena's bright eyes and plastered smile was beginning to feel sinister to you. She sighed and clasped her hands as they rested upon the table. "The plan is for you and Ruben to marry."

"WHAT?"

"Preferably before the child is born. Before you even start to show."

"Marry Ruben. Why would I do that?" You could think of a few reasons, mainly for the money, security and the tiniest voice in the back of your head that often urged you to confess your true emotions for him.

"It's the best way to minimize the damage" Elena said, unhinged for describing your pregnancy as something damaging.

"Alright, I think I got everything..."

A key turned in the lock, followed by Ruben stumbling through the front door and into the apartment. He was carrying bags upon bags of....you could see through them, outlining packages of Oreo cookies, Jaffa Cakes, Walker Crisps, Cheese Doodles and extra sour Sour Patch Kids.

"Ruben." Elena exclaimed, more than happy to see him. Ruben on the other hand....

"Elena? I didn't know you were coming over today."

"The sooner the better, don't you think?"

Ruben looked to you, perhaps knowing by the look on your face that Elena had told you about the arrangement.

"Y/N, let me explain..."

You stood, already making your way back to the guestroom room.

"Y/N, please. Let me expl...."

"Explain it to my ass Ruben."

It was all he could see as you strut back into your room, slamming the door behind yourself.

Marry Ruben?

There was no way.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias imagine #football angst

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