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webslingingslasher · 29 days

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how would telling nerdy!peter you’re pregnant go

i feel like he would know before you do. *cleaning out my inbox*

peter's ears are ringing when you enter the kitchen. a paper bag is tucked into your arm while you juggle a water bottle and car keys. something about you has the hair raising on the back of his neck.

'are you okay?'

you blink up at him, you glance down to the groceries, nothing spilled. 'i'm okay, are you okay?'

peter pushes past that, it doesn't feel right. there's something he can't sense out and it wasn't there this morning. 'no, seriously, are you okay? do you feel okay?'

your eyebrows furrow as you set everything down. 'yeah, why?' peter watches you closely, his eyes trailing after you as you moved around the kitchen. 'i don't know. something feels off, are you sure you're okay?'

you laugh with your head in the fridge, it's cute when he's worrisome. 'i promise i'm fine!'

peter lays off, but something is different about you and he can't place it.

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peter swears something is wrong, he's had an odd buzzing feeling that keeps him tethered to your side and reaching out every thirty minutes when you're not around him.

you kept telling him you were fine and peter thought it would even out eventually but it's been two weeks and it's gotten worse. it's gotten so bad he doesn't want you leaving his sight.

like this morning, you gagged around your toothbrush and scraped your tongue clean with your teeth, your face went sour as you looked at peter.

'that tastes rotten.' the toothpaste went bad. you have no idea how, or if it's possible, but your mouth tasted like you just gargled with orange juice and made out with a mint.

peter tried it out for himself and told you it was how it's always been, but you made him promise he'd buy a new tube anyway. he agreed but had something tugging at his stomach, this wasn't normal.

the final straw was a few days later and you approached him with your head in your hands and a wince. peter almost jumped up from the couch, his movements panicked but touch soft as he cradled your face.

'talk to me, what's wrong?'

you suck in a deep breath, it makes your pain amplify. for the first time ever, a headache as you wanting to faint into peter's chest. 'sweetheart?'

your voice cracks, it's never been this bad before in your life. 'my head really hurts, petey.' it's all you needed to say, peter kissed your forehead and started nudging you towards the bedroom.

'go lay down, i'm going to get you some advil, alright?' you nod, it's weak, it feels like your head is a thousand pounds. you feel useless while you sink into the mattress, the first thing peter does is rip the curtains closed, it's almost pitch black and you've never been more grateful.

'pills.' they're deposited into your hand. 'water.' you take a small sip, peter tilts the cup back up when you lower it, you take a larger gulp. 'down.' you follow his direction and melt into your pillow.

'close your eyes.' you do. peter presses a kiss to your forehead, another on your cheek. 'i want you to take a nap.' you can't bring yourself to open your eyes and instead pat his hand instead as a response.

peter thinks you're asleep before he's out of the room.

you think you've been down between two and three hours and you could use another four. the past week you've been as good as dead, work must have exhausted you. it would explain the sudden sore feet and urge to constantly nap.

but more than sleep is the deep pit of hunger you have. peter's cooking dinner and it woke you from a good slumber. you doubled up on lunch today and you're thinking of doing the same with dinner.

as you roll out of bed you're happy to report there's no more migraine. you repeat this to peter the second he asks how you're feeling as he's plating your dinner. 'good.'

you lick your lips at the ceramic peter sets in front of you, he sits next to you and as you grab your fork, he stops you. for a moment you think about crying.

'i need to talk to you, we need to talk.'

every bit of you shrivels up. you think you might actually start crying. 'okay.' it's as timid as you feel, peter's eyes soften immediately, he's not mad, he's just serious.

'i'm talking to you as your husband right now, not your friend. i know you feel fine, you've been telling me that for three weeks. i don't feel fine. i'm anxious over you and it's starting to tear me apart. i need you to go to the doctor's, i need them to tell me you're okay.'

you feel your heart crumble a little, you never meant to make him so upset. 'peter, i know you're worried but i promise i'm okay.' peter really doesn't want to scare you but he's unsure of how to get you to listen.

'it feels like there's something wrong with you, alright? something i can't see or diagnosis. so i need you to go to a doctor, okay?'

you've never seen peter so freaked out and his sixth sense has you a little scared because if he can sense things before you can but he can't place it, that means it has to be bad.

you nod fast, you'll do anything to bring him a peace of mind. 'okay. i'll make an appointment and you can come with me. then we can squash this together, right?'

he hates to admit it, but peter doesn't feel any better when you agree. he's going to be biting his nails and pulling his hair until you're sitting in the doctor's office with a green screen and a thumbs up.

----

'they're making me pee in a cup, peter.'

'that's normal. they're screening you.'

'because of you! they asked why i wanted an appointment and i had to tell them 'my husband has a bad feeling.' i've never pissed in a cup before and now they probably think you're poisoning me.'

'something's poisoning you.' you rest your hand on his arm, you've never seen peter so worked up. 'is it really that bad?' it has to be, the week before your appointment he refused to let you out of his sight. he wouldn't tell you anything beyond a tugging feeling in his gut.

and if you're being honest, you're not complaining. because there's something about peter that's had you clinging to him and begging for him at every waking moment because everytime he touches you, there's a whole new wave of sensation and pleasure that wasn't there before.

'i haven't slept the last three nights because i'm scared i'll wake up but you won't.'

'oh, petey. i promise i'm okay. there's been nothing wrong beyond that one headache, i promise. but look, we're at the doctors and i'll get a clean bill of health and we can have a nap when we get home?'

he doesn't seem satisfied with the answer. 'okay.' it makes you anxiously chew on your bottom lip, you're not peter, but you've known him long enough that this isn't normal. it makes your heart hurt because he's been in a panic for over a month now and you keep shrugging him off.

'i'm sorry i didn't take you seriously, peter. i'm sorry i made it get to this point, i promise you in the future i won't wait so long.' except peter doesn't know if you waited too long and there won't be a next time.

'i'm gonna go pee in this and then i'll be the next one up.'

if you thought peter was nervous before, he's now one breath away from a panic attack, shaking his knee and chewing on his thumbnail before you're back to sitting with him and then bouncing up to tug you with him the second your name is called.

----

even your doctor was slightly puzzled at your claim. you'd answered normally to every question. no sudden changes, no balance issues, no blurry vision, no stomach pains, nothing.

'sexually active?'

'yes.'

'are you using protection?'

'no. we stopped a little over a year ago.'

'date of your last period?'

you look at peter for help, he shrugs, you think back. 'i haven't gotten it this month yet. so i think last month?' she scribbles quickly, then double checks.

'headaches?' you shake your head, your husband clears his throat. you want to roll your eyes, instead you remind yourself this is for peter's sanity.

'i had one last week. that's it.'

'breast tenderness?' you cup them, nothing. 'no.'

'you did a urine sample at check in?'

'yes.'

her small chair spins when she stands, 'let me check on it. i'll be right back.' peter opens his mouth the second the door shuts behind her.

'i don't care what you say, if it comes back clean, we're getting a second opinion.' then, 'actually, i'm going to insist on a blood test.'

'peter,' he holds up his hand. 'i'm serious. there are things that your pee won't tell them, there are so many things that could be floating around your bloodstream.'

you're doing this for him. you're doing this for his peace of mind. you need to keep telling yourself that this isn't peter, this isn't normal. you trust him more than anything and if he's saying something is wrong, something's wrong.

'okay. we'll get a second opinion, or a specialist, or a blood test, or whatever you need me to do.'

that's all you needed to say, he finally somewhat relaxes, but stiffens right back up at a knock on the door. you lightly kick your feet on the bench and smile politely when the doctor reenters. there's a nod at your smile, you stop your movements, it feels serious.

this time, she doesn't sit down. this time, she has a file in her hold and only looks at you. 'so, i have your results here, but before i continue, would you like your husband to be in the room with you?'

your heart sinks and your face drops, they found something. peter was right. something was wrong. but how did you not know? how did you feel totally fine? if anything you kept telling him that you've never felt better and you've never been so energetic.

you reach for peter without thinking, he squeezes your hand tighter than you are. 'yes. i need him here.' when peter's standing next to you, the doctor looks at both of you and clears her throat.

'you're pregnant. i'd say somewhere from four to six weeks estimated by your last period date.'

you don't say a word, neither does peter.

'i'll give you two a moment alone and come back in... lets say ten minutes? then we can talk about your options moving forward.'

silence. you don't move a muscle. the door is shut and you're staring at empty space, you can hear the clock ticking on the wall behind you, peter's chest brushes your back.

'baby?'

'yeah?'

'did you hear what she said?'

'yeah.'

your eyes close at a soft kiss to your head. 'are we happy?' your heart clenches, your hand rests over your stomach and your mind starts to catch up.

'pregnant.' it's all that will come out. peter gives you another kiss, it's just as delicate as the first one. 'you are.' your hand washes over your tummy, you don't feel pregnant.

'you did this to me.' peter nudges your hand away and moves his own in the same circle, you think he's looking for the same thing. 'a little bit.' he's holding back any excitement until you make a call but you see the way his eyes are shining.

you exhale until your stomach puffs out, it's a mimic for what's to come. 'you're gonna make me look like this.' peter smiles, he likes what he's hearing.

'so are we happy?'

pregnant. pregnant. you're pregnant. you have a baby in your stomach. you have peter's baby in your stomach. you're pregnant.

you're pregnant and you're so damn happy.

in a second you're tugging at peter for a crushing hug. 'we're pregnant. we're gonna have a baby and we are so fucking happy.' you didn't think it was possible. peter's kissing where he can reach, you pull back to look at him, both of you teary eyed.

it'd been a year and you thought kids weren't in the cards. you weren't actively trying but you both agreed to stop preventing too. and each month when you got your period, you didn't mind, you loved peter and if it was just you and him for the rest of your lives you'd be more than okay with that.

but this? having a baby with the person you love most in the world? it's a token of your love, something that would be both him and you forever.

'i really hope they have your eyes.' peter shakes his head, 'no way. for their sake, i hope they get all your genes.' you feel your lower lip tremble, there's finally an explanation for all the tears you've shed over the past week.

it didn't even have to be sad. everything was accompanied by tears and this is no exception. peter doesn't care, hormonal or not, tears are tears and he's causing them. 'what did i do?' his thumbs brush under your eyes, on guard for any wetness that dare pass them.

your voice is watery when you answer, you know it's silly but holy shit, this feels serious and you'll die on this hill for whatever reason. 'i really want...' you blink, big drops are caught in a second.

'i really want them to have your eyes and you don't want that.' peter moves fast and you exhale a shaky sob into his chest. peter is in the process of damage control recon.

'i was making a joke, honey. a really bad, terrible joke. i'm so so glad you want them to have my eyes, i'm super honored, sweetheart. of course i'd love it if they did.'

you sniff into his shirt, 'do you mean it?' there's a sprinkling of kisses over your hairline. 'of course. you want our baby to look like me, how could i be offended?'

it's enough to have you relaxing, you wipe your own eyes clear before clearing your throat and scooting away from peter. 'i'm sorry, i don't know why that was so important to me. i think you'll have to deal with this a lot.' you feel shy, all of a sudden you think you're asking for too much.

'i'm gonna be so annoying peter. i'm gonna cry and puke and hate things one second and love them the next, i'll get grouchy and miserable and sore and by the time i go to pop this kid out you'll hate me.'

'hey, shhh, you're doing that thing where you think too far ahead. one problem at a time, right? crying isn't an issue, we've been together long enough i know how to navigate that. puke? um, babe, i hate to remind you, but this little gold band on my finger tells me in sickness and in health.'

you feel your pout slowly lift up, he always has an answer.

'as long as it's not me you're hating, i'll manage. i've dealt with your grouchy mornings for years, and i still look forward to every one. if you're miserable and sore, i'll give you a massage. and by the time you pop that kid out, i'll be so damn excited to have them meet my favorite person ever. my wife.'

peter releases a quick breath. 'how'd i do?' you chose the right person to do this with. you really did.

'i'm so excited to do this with you.' your husband beams, he made you feel better, you're worrying over nothing. peter has this handled.

'i am too. we need to get you some vitamins and i should start emptying out the second bedroom. we should also look into some books and maybe some classes, may said my mom took lamaze classes and it saved her during labor.'

'and a doctor! we need to schedule with your OBGYN, and i need to clean out the fridge. i don't think you can eat deli meat, maybe i'll start looking at some-'

'peter, we're having a baby.'

it stops him from his tirade, he hasn't been able to stop smiling. 'we are.'

'and you were right, something was wrong! you're like one of those cancer sniffer-outer- dogs.' peter tilts his hand back and forth. 'i mean, that's not cancer,' a point to your soon-to-be bump. 'and i'm not a dog, but i know when something isn't normal.'

'do you think you sniffed it out the second you knocked me up?' peter holds a straight face, you bite back a grin and whisper out to him.

'peter?'

'yeah?' he's just as quiet.

'we're having a baby.'

peter can't stop his coos, your face cradled in his hands while he presses tiny kisses over your cheeks. you don't feel as robbed from a home test, you always figured you'd have the moment where you're in the bathroom with shaky hands but instead you're in a doctor's office and you realize the setting doesn't matter, it's the person you're doing it with.

the celebration halts when there's another knock on the door, when the doctor sees the blinding smile on both your faces she shares her own. 'i assume this is good news then?'

you both answer at the same time. 'really good.'

she looks even happier and gently bows before taking a seat and grabbing a few squirts of hand sanitizer. 'then let me be the first to congratulate the both of you.' you both say thank you and your heart elevates ten levels when she addresses you as what you're about to be.

'so, mom, i assume you have an OB established?'

mom. mom. mom. you're going to be a mom. your head spaces while you nod, your doctor seems relieved at the answer. 'great. i want you to reach out and schedule an appointment, they'll be able to tell you a little bit more about what to expect and the next steps. depending on how far along you are, you and dad might be able to hear some heart tones. in the meantime, i recommend you get on some prenatals and limit your caffeine intake.'

mom and dad. you think you like the sound of it.

'any questions?' peter looks at you, then the wall. he's got one but he's scared to ask, your doctor senses this. 'dad? the floor is open to you, too.' you fawn at his pink cheeks, he loves the new name like you do.

'um, are there... limitations on what she can do? physically?'

a small grin, she knows what he's asking. 'honestly, mom should keep doing her day to day like normal, things will start to get hard when she gets bigger. if you're asking if there's any limitations on sex, no, it's just all based on mom's comfort.'

'mom's been very comfortable.' you speak from the corner of your mouth but she hears you and she's got a gleam in her eye. 'those extra hormones can be fun. any more questions?'

you're sure you'll have a thousand but right now all you want to do is lay in peter's arms and talk about who your baby will eventually be. you shake your head, peter says no for the both of you.

your doctor stands and warmly grabs your hand, then peter's and smiles once more. 'again, i congratulate you both. you're in for some of the best times in your life, and some of the hardest, but i promise you, that smile on your baby's face at six in the morning while you're exhausted will make it all seem worth it.'

carrying peter's child already makes it all worth it. he would've been as happy and content as you would've without kids, but you know how much he's always wanted them and this feels like the most ultimate act of love you could give him.

'thank you. we're really excited.' because you are. you both are.

---

the second peter opens the car door for you, you squeal and hold him close to you. 'you're gonna be a frickin dad. that's so hot.' you giggle at tender pokes at your side. 'you said the same thing when i proposed.'

'commitment makes you sexy, parker.'

'ditto, mrs. parker.'

#nerdy!peter

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zhongrin · 1 year

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to be yours

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, ayato, thoma, kaeya, wanderer, diluc

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, fluff, collar, nothing explicit is happening but it's very suggestive, diluc is so soggy in this but i’m not sorry

◇ a/n ◇ "but rin didn't you already write something similar to this with zhongli?" sHUT UP. SHUSH. SILENCE. /j

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

when you called his name so excitedly and said that you had something to show him, he didn’t think he would see you with a collar…. and is that his initials?

… oh.

oh.

zhongli tries so very hard to be a gentleman, but you can feel the urgency, the impatience in the slight bite of his fingers against your skin as he pulls you into a searing kiss. the loud purrs rumbling from his throat a telltale sign that your majestic dragon is exceedingly happy at your little present… maybe a little too happy, judging from the hardness pressing against your thigh...

hmm.

yes, the cor lapis gem on it is a nice touch, indeed.

“ah- apologies, my dear. how ungentlemanly of me… but i simply must express how much adoration i have for you at this present time.”

childe has a silly grin on his lips as he admires the accessory with his fingers. his blue eyes are hooded when he finally meets your gaze and his chapped lips persistently attack yours, an invitation to a heated battle of dominance; one you wouldn’t certainly mind losing, but you know the way you fight against him will turn him on even more.

you suppose you can indulge him... for now.

let’s see how he fares when you bring out his collar with your initials.

“y-you-for me? fuck… o-of course i’ll put it on, baby…. but won’t you help me wear it? please?”

al haitham snorts and folds his arms in front of his delicious treat of a chest, one of his eyebrows cocking up in mock arrogance, a contrast to your sweet demeanor.

he wants you to explain your choice of accessory, he says - nay, demands. and yet not even a minute into your horribly awkward speech, it’s his fingers that hook onto the leather to drag you onto his lap, right on the edge of your shared bed. there’s a certain glint in his eyes, and only then it clicks to you. he’s in that kind of mood today, it seems.

oh dear. you might want to prepare yourself to call in sick tomorrow…

“oh no, continue with your explanation, don’t mind me. i am capable enough to multitask between listening to you and leaving more… direct and indisputable versions of my marks on you.”

ayato has to blink a few times to make sure it wasn’t his sleep-deprived brain causing hallucinations after working for nearly thirty-two hours straight.

but when it sinks on him that you’re actually wearing a collar, with the kamisato clan’s sigil and his initials embellished proudly on the high-quality material - just like a loyal puppy waiting for praise from their owner - it’s like he just woke up from the most satisfying power nap he’s ever had his whole life. you find yourself pinned onto his desk seconds later, your master cooing over how adorable you look in your new outfit and how you’ll look even more the part with all your clothes off and stuffed full of his cock.

“what a good pet. my good little pet…”

thoma erupts into a thomato billion shades of reds that complement his outfit.

his brain is short-circuiting. his tongue fumbles like a three years old trying to speak words. his hands are awkwardly hovering in the air as he tries to make sense of everything.

when he finally gets his wits back, he launches into his mother-hen mode. not exactly the result you wanted, but you can work with it. you have your precious boyfriend wrapped around your fingers after all.

“d-does it not hurt? it’s not too tight, right? if it’s hard for you to adjust the length, i can help you to- what?! no, no, you misunderstand- wait, no! i don’t mean that i didn’t want to put it on you, i just- arghh, s-stop teasing me!”

kaeya blinks once, twice, and the third time is accompanied by a sultry smirk spreading over his kissable lips. he chuckles, a deep vibration that sends shivers down your spine as he eyes you like a hungry panther scouting a potential feast.

before you know it he’s had you pinned against the wall of his office, and his fingers are teasingly rubbing your jaw and under your ear, his hot breath mingling with yours as his cologne overwhelmed your senses. a knee slides between your legs and rubs against your clothed crotch, and your lover eagerly swallows your yelp with a deep kiss that speaks volumes about what he plans to do with you.

“ah, perfect. a distraction from work. lord barbatos must have seen me toil over these boring paperwork and took pity on me by giving me such a nice present. all wrapped up so nicely with a name tag to match, too…”

wanderer stares at the initials in disbelief for a full ten seconds before glaring at you. scathing words leave his lips like a fully loaded revolver, but you’re made of the thickest steel and you’re more perceptive than most - well, at least when it comes to your beloved puppet lover - so you can see the indicative ways of his joy: the slight nervous shifts of his legs, the way he’s scratching his arm for grounding himself, and most of all, the way his eyes looked at anything but the said ‘vile object’…

he’s so silly, you think fondly.

guess it’s time to play the ‘which buttons to push to break his act’ game yet again.

“you’re so embarrassing. a fucking collar, really? what are you, some kind of a mutt? and with the initials of that stupid name you gave me? what, you wanna tell the world that you’re my pet or something? hah! why don’t you bark for me then? …. w-wha- s-stop barking, idiot! what is wrong with you?!”

diluc takes a full minute to fully understand. his brain is failing to connect the dots even though he’s literally staring at the accessory.

it’s only when you point out and explain it all to him that his breath hitches. redness as bright as his hair creeps onto his cheeks, and he has to cover the lower half of his face-

wait-

are those tears in his eyes?!

“it’s… nice? i suppose. i know you will look nice in whatever you wear, beloved. your sense of fashion is impeccable in my eyes, and i- hmm? ….. oh…….. OH. i-ahem-i see. i-ah-no! no, these aren’t- they’re just…. i’m sorry, dear- i just.... feel so…. so…. loved…”

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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Hi, would you be interested in writing a fic with Miguel and reader who doesn’t want to have kids? It’s ok if not 💖☺️

don’t let me go

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: brief mention of sex, mostly just fluff

author’s note: sorry if you wanted more smut 😭

word count: 1051

The discussion of having kids was a topic that you tried your best to avoid with Miguel since seeing how much longing he had towards having a kid made you feel guilty for not wanting the same thing with him. While most people drooled over the sight of your boyfriend having a child in his arms as he played with it, you didn't feel the same effects as they did. Comments of how good he'd be as a father, of how kind and protective he would be, along with comments critiquing you for not giving him a child yet circulated around constantly.

As much as you tried to avoid the subject, you could tell that you couldn't dance around it for much longer. The way that Miguel stared at your belly after he pumped you full of his cum, a part of him wishing that your birth control would fail and that his sperm would take. You'd be lying if you said that you hadn't thought about it just for his sake, but the concept of bringing a child into the world didn't illuminate your life as it did with others.

A loud banging on your door woke you up, sunlight barely starting to peek through the curtains when you got up. You let out a small groan as you trudged over to the door, being met with your sibling holding their baby in hand. "Hey, sorry that I'm bothering you this early but I was wondering if you'd watch Arabella. Her babysitter cancelled last minute and I don't have anywhere else to take her," they said, desperation evident in their eyes. Normally, you'd be willing to do anything for them but you were certain the baby had a vendetta against you.

"She doesn't like me, she doesn't stop crying after you leave her with me," you responded, a brief memory of the last time you babysat running through your head. "She was teething that time. Please? It's the last time I'll ask for a while, I swear," they answered and you decided to grab the baby from them, cradling it to the best of your ability. "Thank you, you're the best!"

You looked down at the sleeping baby before wrapping her up in a makeshift blanket burrito on the floor. You figured that you'd distract her from her parent's absence when she woke up, find something stupid for the two of you to do. But for now, you enjoyed the silence of the apartment and decided to watch some tv in order to pass the time.

A couple hours had passed and the baby had gotten up from her nap, tears rolling down her chubby cheeks as she wailed. You were in the process of trying to feed her some purée with peas in it, most of them ending up tossed in your hair or face. "Come on, what do you want from me? I changed you and I'm feeding you," you grumbled, looking over at the baby as you tried to get her to swallow the little bit on the spoon.

"Maybe you should try rocking her," you heard from behind you, seeing your boyfriend walk into the shared apartment. "You're home early," you noted, looking up for a moment before you felt the peas fling in your hair. "Could hear the wailing from HQ," he responded, picking up the baby as he cradled her in his arms. He comforted Arabella as he held her, rocking her back and forth as her tears faded away.

The three of you were sitting down on the couch watching cartoons while you waited for your sibling to get off from work, your head resting on Miguel's shoulder. He held the baby up in his lap, her eyes twinkling with excitement at the dogs showing up on the screen. You'd washed up the peas from your hair and now you were pretending to be asleep, just to avoid the conversation of having a baby as long as you could.

You eventually did fall asleep and when you woke up, the baby was gone and Miguel's hand was rubbing small circles on your thigh. "Hola bella durmiente. how was your nap?" he asked, looking over at you with a lazy smile. (hi, sleeping beauty) "It was good, how was work?" You responded, the two of you getting into an easy conversation after that. He divulged about the anomalies he had to capture today and you divulged on the stinky diaper you had to change today.

"I've been thinking about starting our own little family, actually. Seeing you with Arabella just made me realize that I think I'd like to pursue that with you, even if you don't think you'd be ready," he said after a while, your lips pursing a bit as you looked over at him. "Miguel, I need you to understand something before I tell you this. This isn't about you or my perception of you, okay?" You inquired, waiting for his approval to continue.

"I have no doubt about your fathership abilities but I just.. don't think a child would make me feel fulfilled. Trust me when I tell you that you're person I would imagine having a family with and i thought about doing that, just to see you smile the way you whenever you hold a baby. But the whole idea just doesn't make me happy or makes me thrilled," you told him, expecting him to try to change your mind or ask you if you didn't think he was good enough.

But he simply pulled you into a hug, comforting you with his embrace as he held you tightly. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like I was expecting that out of you. While the idea of a child does excite me, you're much more important than that idea. And I'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't share this with me," he told you, his hand running down your back.

"And you're okay with not having a child?" You asked him, a bit surprised that he seemed to be taking this so well.

"Yeah, we can just fill up the house with cats or dogs, even geese if that's what you want. You're too important to me to get hung up over an idea."

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delic7te · 5 months

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lazy sunday × ( tasm ! ) peter parker

— peter parker x reader

— summary : you and peter wake up from a nap

— A/N: missed writing:) this has been sitting in my drafts and i wrote this cause i'm stressed (regular sunday)

After a long, hard week of constant studying and always being out somewhere in a rush, the weekend finally arrived and you and your boyfriend could spend time together, peacefully in the comfort of each others arms.

There was no pressure as you both finished all your college classes and work and Peter came home after regular patrol over the city. Only gloomy weather outside, a candle and lamp burning on the coffee table and a book in your hands as you drape your legs over Peter's lap, head resting on his shoulder in the living room of his apartment, tangled together on his couch.

Previously, you started explaining him the plot of the interesting book you were currently reading because he knew you loved doing that, and he loved listening to you talk about whatever was on your mind. As you continued reading he tried doing the same but eventually dozed off with his hand over your shoulder, his head above yours. You were too preoccupied by the book to notice, but eventually the calm surroundings had your eyelids start feeling heavy and the words on the pages began merging together. Sleep slowly reached you aswell, as you gave in.

Peter's hair fell over your forehead, leaning into each other comfortably as you slept in peace.

It was already dark outside when you woke up from your nap, confused but still comfortable and half asleep. That was until you saw what time it was on the clock by the television, suddenly snapping back to reality.

Your head rose from Peter's chest abruptly, the movement pulling him to consciousness. His hand searched for you, turning to the side with closed eyes.

"Hmh?" He mumbled your name when he saw you sitting up, visibly dissapointed and stretching your arms.

"We were asleep for three hours" you yawn. "I could've got so much stuff done. Like read this" you pick up the book that fell forgotten during your slumber. "Now I won't have time."

Peter sat up too, smiling despite your complaints. He looked like he just had the best sleep of his life.

"Aww", he cooes, "don't be upset. It's Sunday. What else were we to do?" He kisses your hand, his lips soft on your skin.

You weren't pleased with his excuses. "Not helping", you whine, preparing to crawl out of the cushions and stand up but Peter disapproved. He mumbles something, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back on the couch.

"No, not yet, learn to enjoy the moment", he lectures you. "You'll survive, believe me, for Christ sake."

This makes a laugh slip out of you suddenly, although still annoyed. Now that you thought about it, it actually wasn't so bad at all.

Your hand finds its path to his cheek, leaning down to kiss his nose before placing your head on his chest. He looked stunning, messy brown hair and big dark eyes. It was a weakness of yours.

"Sundays are actually stressful", you state with a sigh, burying your face into his sweatshirt.

"I don't think they're so bad." His fingers run through your silky hair.

"Yeah, 'cause you're a lazy ass."

He pretends to be offended by that comment, frowning and dropping his jaw. "That's mean."

"I mean, all you wanna do is snore and sleep all day, dragging me with you and passing your laziness on me", you roll yours eyes jokingly, hugging his waist.

"Guilty as charged, can you blame me?" He looks down on you and as you look up at him with a smile, he swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. You appeared as a godess before his eyes.

"And also", he shakes his head slightly, "since when do I snore ?"

You giggle, putting your hands over your face, causing his cheeks to go burgundy red. He just wanted to kiss you right now and never stop.

"Maybe you got too comfortable, I don't know." You were amused by his slight embarrassment, feeling strong fondness for him in that moment.

"You're mean, I'm not napping with you anymore", he looks away from you, trying to appear nonchalant but still joking around.

"Yes, do me that favor."

That sentence felt like a slap as he glared at you, knowing he should step up his game now, not let you win.

But you seemed to be having a lot of fun now, all the worry from earlier brushed off, laughing and enjoying yourself. After all, that was all he cared about. Just you being happy as you deserve.

"If that's what you really want, I'll manage somehow", he shrugs giving you the fake-sad doe-eyed look. That actually did the trick, unintentionally.

"No, I would never", you let go, taking his hand in yours as you sat up a little. You fiddle with his slender, pale fingers. "I had a good rest."

Peter was satisfied, admiring you under the weak lamp light. "Me too", he confirms, a wide grin on his face, stroking your hair. "And I just guilt-tripped you."

You scoff, lightly punching his shoulder as he laughs. You take a second to observe him. A strange feeling of gratitude flooded over you, feeling lucky to have him as your boyfriend.

You shake your head. "I don't care" You place your hands on each side of his face, bringing your lips to his, capturing them in a loving kiss.

Peter melted instantly, putty in your hands. He let's out a small sound against your mouth. A few moments after, you pull away to catch your breath.

His lips stretch into a smug smile. "I love Sundays."

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hanluex · 2 years

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♡ I'M ALL YOURS — JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

jake seresin x reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship au, mentions of nicknames (babe, honey, etc), just soft domestic jake fluff

"hush and go back to sleep."

jake spoke softly, smiling to himself as you whined about his absence.

"how could you leave without waking me? do you know how scared i was when i woke up?!" you scolded your boyfriend over the phone, grumbling as he tried to convince you to sleep.

"i had an early morning training, and you have a day off. why would i deprive you of sleep — which you need desperately — and wake you up? to tell you i'm going for some training?" jake didn't see the logic.

you only wanted to be informed of his disappearance. but instead you wake up and panic.

"i thought aliens abducted you, jake!"

"aliens don't exist, y/n."

you huffed, knowing deep down that he was right. "fine, come back soon, okay? i'll work on some projects now, but if i feel sleepy, i'll take a nap," you stated, giving jake the assurance he wanted.

"alright, that's good enough for me. see you soon, babe. i love you."

"i love you more, bye."

the time was 5:17am. you took a deep breath, relaxing your mind before you did your morning routine and changed into a casual outfit.

as you wandered around your room in your underwear, you thought about your to-do list. you soon realised you had around three marketing projects to finish in a few days.

the last time i did my project, i wore jake's hoodie. i finished it in record time and received good comments about it. usually, you are not that superstitious, but these three projects were major ones, and you would risk nothing.

you found jake's hoodie and wore it with some shorts, giggling to yourself at the instant comfort you felt. you trudged to the kitchen, making a quick breakfast of some cereal before getting started with your day.

you didn't know how long you sat at your desk, barely touching your cereal bowl after eating five spoonfuls. you were believing in superstitions as you were quickly finishing each project, and unlike the other times, you were actually pretty satisfied and proud of your work.

"thank you, hangboy," you murmured to yourself as you looked down at the hoodie, feeling content you could quickly finish your projects.

it was around 9am when the front door opened, with jake letting himself in. thinking you might be sleeping, he quietly closed the door, smiling when your pet dog, mickey, came running to greet him.

jake took mickey into his arms, making his way to your shared room. he rolled his eyes to himself when he heard the aggressive typing on the keyboard coming from the room.

"honey, i'm home!" jake jokingly greeted, surprised when he saw you push away your chair, scrambling to get up from your seat. "woah, woah. easy there."

"jakey!" you squealed, running to hug the male, already missing him even though he was gone for only four hours. "hello to you too, mickey." you nuzzled your nose against your pet, looking up when your boyfriend laughed at your cuteness.

"what have you been up to?" he asked, slowly letting down the dog before you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards your laptop.

you went through the presentation speedily, explaining the points as briefly as you could. "it's going to be great this time as well, don't you think?" you inquired, eyes still on your laptop as you admired your work.

"of course, babe. it's going to be ..." he trailed off, furrowing his brows as he noticed your outfit. is that my ... hoodie? "... amazing. you've got this," he continued, blinking multiple times before he looked up, meeting your eyes.

"is it because of your hoodie?" you asked, feeling shy as jake kept scanning you repeatedly, unable to believe you were wearing his clothes. "i just ... last time i wore it when i did my presentation, i got good comments on it, so ... i didn't want to take any chances."

jake found you absolutely adorable. he had a small smile on his face as he listened to your explanation — even though he didn't ask for one.

"i'm sorry, i'll go change now!" you quickly spoke, not noticing the endearing smile your boyfriend had. you pulled away, only to be pulled back, your face hitting his chest.

"now, who said you had to change? i'm totally fine with you wearing my clothes, babe. it makes me happy because you are comfortable to wear them." jake wrapped his arms around your waist, still smiling like an idiot.

"you are totally fine with it?"

"of course. and if it helps to do your work faster and get better results, then it's even better! i will lend you more sweatshirts and hoodies."

you giddily smiled, hugging your boyfriend tightly as you placed a kiss on his cheeks. "you are the best, bagman! i will hold you to your offer, because the workload is only going to increase from now on." you sighed, rolling your eyes as you thought about the hectic schedule you had.

"yes, i promise to give you whatever you need." jake played with your hair as he looked at you. "after all, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours."

you couldn't help but smirk at his words, standing on your toes as jake looked at you skeptically. "then i guess these are mine, too." you placed a chaste kiss on his lips, slightly startled when he pulled you closer.

"i'm all yours, y/n."

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yunjinsstar · 9 months

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weak, only for you. | tim drake x reader

Tim Drake's philosophy is that sleep is for the weak. This is not a good enough reason for you to let him go without sleep. (Alternatively, a fic where Tim Drake is coaxed back to bed because we all need sleep, no matter how necessary it is to stay awake.)

pairing/characters: tim drake/reader genre: fluff tags/warnings: soulmates, sleep deprivation word count: 1.6k crossposted on ao3

You turned onto your side as you tried to get some shut-eye. Usually, you could get your eight hours of sleep but it felt odd sleeping without the extra weight of your partner, Tim. You understood his job didn't really allow for a lot of rest but he wasn't a robot, he was a human being. He had limits.

Tim hadn't slept for a couple nights now. The boys were hot on the trail of a new crime boss that recently moved his trade to Gotham from Star City. Green Arrow had been of much help but the home of Batman needed its' own vigilantes on the case.

While you appreciated the work Tim did as Red Robin for the city, especially in times like this, it made it especially harder to let him do his thing. You didn't sleep well at night knowing your partner and soulmate was sleep-deprived.

Time had run out for your patience.

You grumbled as you peeled your woollen blanket off your body. You did not appreciate having to sacrifice your warmth just to get Tim into bed. Gotham City was not a warm place at night, in both the literal and figurative sense.

Tim's insomniac-like habits were worse beforehand when he would stay at the Batcave. According to Bruce, Tim's 'bed' consisted of a thin blanket and a pillow off of the living room couch. Mind you, he didn't even use it to sleep, he used it for a quick power nap.

You eventually convinced to build his own Bat-computer at your shared apartment. He folded after you told him *exactly* how lonely you felt when he was away. With great reluctance, he left the Wayne manor that night and slept for a good five hours.

As soon as he woke, he started getting supplies to build a mini Bat-computer fit for the apartment. When you walked out to the kitchen for breakfast, you were met with a note on the bench: "Hi love, I've just gone to the tech store. I made eggs and bacon for you. I promise I won't be long. I love you :)"

Tim spent the entire day building the computer. He downgraded to only three monitors but the PC itself was still the same quality as Bruce's. He even improved on it, adding extra features.

Your genius finished his project on the same day, proud of his achievement. You kissed him softly as a congratulations and a thank you. He was grateful you made him come back home.

Now, the only hassle was having to travel outside, rather than across town. Wrapped in a cardigan you picked up from the bedroom floor, you watched your soulmate type away at the keyboard.

The monitors displayed maps tracking all criminal activity in real-time, personal information on the crime boss, and details of his criminal record. Unsurprisingly, the desk was littered with empty coffee cups, of which you could count eight.

If Tim noticed you, he hadn't shown it by now. You padded over to him, a quiet yawn escaping your lips. Approaching him, you stood behind him as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. You trailed your hand down his arm to his forehand, where the red mark stained his pale skin.

His body shivered as you brushed your fingers over the mark before settling your hand on his.

•

You stared up at the Egyptian coffin. According to the Gotham City Museum, the sarcophagus you were looking at was extracted from the tomb of Hatshepsut, a famous female pharaoh who began her reign around 1473 BC. She was titled "The Queen Who Would Be King."

As you admired the detailing, you felt another body sidle up next to you. You weren't sure whether to break your stare to assess the person beside you or just continue looking. You opted for the latter.

The two of you stood there in silence until you saw him enter your vision to read the plaque in front of the glass display. This time, you got a good look at him. He didn't look too old, probably in his mid-20s.

He was wearing a collared shirt under a Gotham University hoodie. The sweatpants he wore bore the Gotham University logo as well. You wondered why you'd never seen him around the campus before.

Deciding to entertain the unknown, you stepped up to the plaque, reading it alongside him. Granted, you'd already read it but he didn't need to know that.

His slender hand drifted over the words. It had some scars and discolouration. You desperately wanted to know the secrets behind them but curiosity killed the cat.

"Did you know that Egyptians thought the most significant part of your life was death?" he spoke without warning. You looked up at him, bewildered by not only the fact but by the tone of his voice.

It was rich and full, but had a tinge of aching behind it. It felt like he was hiding something but you couldn't tell exactly what.

"No, I didn't. Why, do you agree?" you asked tentatively. For all you know, he could be a creep. It was never good to easily trust anyone you met in Gotham.

"Not at all. There's so much merit that comes from living," he said softly. It was at this moment his piercing sky blue eyes met yours. His face looked familiar but you couldn't place it.

"Some of us aren't living, though," you tore your eyes away from his, "we're just surviving."

"A pity," he agreed, his hand still resting on the steel plaque. You looked over to him once more to see his head hung low. He was a tainted soul in the city of the living dead.

You couldn't explain why you did so, but your hand reached out from your side to rest gently on his. So much for not easily trusting people.

"Maybe one day, peace will find us," you pondered. You only hoped his eyes would find yours.

They did, as his head rose.

"I only hope so," he added.

When he finished his sentence, your hand started to tingle. His was too, as his eyes widened at the sensation. Suddenly, a bright burst of light shone through the museum. You lifted your hand from his and turned it over to see your whole right palm covered in red.

His hand remained on the plaque as he took in the red hand mark branding his left forehand. Your mouth parted slightly as you gazed up at him. He mirrored your shocked expression.

"You're..." he trailed off.

"I can't believe this. We're soulmates?" you asked to no one in particular. You touched your left palm gently and shivered at the feeling, the area still sensitive.

The mystery man beside you finally turned to face you completely and it was then you realised who he was. Tim Drake, successor of Bruce Wayne as CEO of Wayne Enterprises, the corporate group that owns the entire city, was your soulmate.

He attended Gotham U but according to one of your friends who was doing the same degree as him, he never really showed up to class. That made sense, but you couldn't imagine doing university and running a corporation.

"I'm Tim Drake," he stuck his right hand out. You took it in yours as you introduced yourself to him as well.

"I would've never guessed my soulmate was going to be a rich business CEO," you mused. He laughed and dear God, it was heavenly to listen to.

"I would've never guessed my soulmate was going to be the most insightful and beautiful woman I've ever met," he said. Your cheeks flushed at his kind words.

"Oh, I'm not anything like that. Once you get to know me, you'll find I'm just as ordinary as anyone else in Gotham," you denied. He clasped your fingertips and brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to your forehand.

"In Gotham City, no one's ordinary."

•

"What are you doing up, my love?" Tim mumbled, shifting your hands so his now laid atop of yours. He rubbed his thumb across your knuckles.

"Trying to get you to sleep with me," you responded, fatigue evident in your voice. You were heavily relying on the chair Tim was sitting on to hold yourself up.

"This case is important," he tried to reason.

"Your sleep is important too. When was the last time you got more than four hours of sleep, Tim?" you asked him, knowing the answer full well. He gulped as he let the silence act as his response.

"Exactly. Please, come to bed," you pleaded with him. He sighed, contemplating his decision.

"I love you, sweetheart but we're so close. I need to make sure I'm awake for when there's new activity," he told you. Now, you were getting frustrated.

"Timothy Drake," he immediately made eye contact with you as you took your hand away from his, "I'm not asking you to sleep for me. It's for you. I don't like seeing you barely alive and drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee."

His eyes softened as he saw how irritated you'd gotten.

"So, would it be that bad if you just got some good sleep?" you asked, tired of having to do this all the time.

"I guess not," he replied. You backed away as he pushed away from the desk and stood up. He took your hand in his as he tucked in the chair and walked to the bedroom with you.

The two of you tucked yourselves in and you faced in to each other. Your left hand laid on the pillow, the red soulmark faint in the glow of the Gotham moonlight.

His fingers traced over your palm lines ever so gently. The touch was soothing. He softly smiled at you and you returned the smile.

"Thank you. I just get so caught up in it, I forget," he whispered.

"You're in luck, because I'm always going to be around to remind you."

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oftenwantedafton · 4 months

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Night Shift - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Mike Schmidt x Female Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warnings for sexual content, dub con

Also available on AO3

Mike looks exhausted.

The lack of sleep and the strenuous shift compiled with certain…activities…has clearly taken its toll. You promise him you’ll take Abby to school and he doesn’t argue, tossing his keys and work vest on the kitchen counter before collapsing into bed fully dressed.

When the phone rings, startling you from the copy of the Dream Theory book that your boyfriend’s always engrossed in, you hurriedly move to the kitchen to answer it, hoping the noise didn’t wake Mike.

”Hello?”

“Well, hello, honey.”

Steve Raglan’s voice purring in your ear makes you shudder. You sag against the wall, fiddling with the phone cord. “What do you want?”

”I wasn’t expecting you to answer. Are you two living together now? That escalated quickly.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he almost sounded jealous. ”No, we’re not. I’m taking the semester off from school and I’ve been working remotely so I have extra time to help out over here.”

”Like a good housewife. How…quaint,” he murmurs, the disdain dripping from his words.

”Did you call for any particular reason, or did you just want to insult me?”

The man’s tone instantly shifts. “Not at all. The owner and I have been chatting and have come to the realization that the clean up here is going to be more than Mike can handle on his own within a reasonable amount of time. It also detracts from his time spent watching the cameras, therefore defeating the entire purpose of him being there in the first place. Soooo,” he draws out the vowel, his voice now deceptively cheerful and innocent, “I thought I’d accept your earlier offer of lending a hand.”

He’s done it again: found another reason to have the three of you together.

“The owner isn’t filing a police report? You’re certain?”

“No, he’s not. Although this might help solidify that decision, if you catch my meaning.”

“Am I ever going to get to meet this owner?”

You can practically hear his sly grin over the phone. “Maybe someday, sweetheart. I’m sure he’d like that very much.”

The thought of him drawing another person into your little blackmailing circle of sin makes your stomach turn. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“As you like. You’ll be there tonight then?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I look forward to supervising your progress.”

The line disconnects and you hang up the phone, turning to see Mike standing in the doorway.

“Shit, I’m sorry the phone woke you up. I tried to get it quickly.”

He stifles a yawn, rubbing his eyes. “Was it that asshole?”

“Yes.”

“What now?”

“He wants me to go with you tonight to help clean up.”

“Bastard.” He curses, glancing at the clock. “We’re going to have to get someone to watch Abs. I really wish Max would answer her damn phone.” He folds his arms across his chest. “I’m gonna have to call Aunt Jane. Abby will be mad.”

“Want me to pick her up from school?”

“Nah. It’s better if I break the news to her as soon as possible.” He frowns. “You’re going to need to take a nap since you’ll be up all night.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m gonna grab takeout. Maybe that will soften the blow. We haven’t had Chinese in awhile.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay I’m gonna go shower and get going.” He brushes a quick kiss against your mouth before leaving the kitchen.

You return to the couch in the living room, your eyes staring sightlessly at the words on the page. Tonight will be your third night at Freddy’s. Your fourth time with Steven Raglan.

Your body shudders again.

***

Mike had been right. Abby was upset.

She refuses supper, storming off to pack an overnight bag while you sit at the kitchen table, unfolding a carton of chicken fingers, munching on the batter dipped meat while Mike works on a container of rice.

“What time are we dropping her off?”

“Another hour. You don’t have to come, you know.”

“I know. I just think it will go smoother.”

Abby reappears, reaching for one of the plates stacked on the counter. You and Mike’s eyes meet and you see his lips twitch.

“Change your mind, Abs?”

“You’re still a jerk,” she says dismissively, settling into the seat next to you. You offer her a piece of chicken and slide an unopened carton near her plate.

“You know it’s work. We both have to work,” he reminds her gently, spooning out a portion of fried rice onto his sister’s plate.

“Still a jerk,” she proclaims around a mouthful of chicken, but she sounds much less grouchy this time.

You glance at Mike, seeing him wink and you struggle not to smirk.

***

With Abby dropped off there’s nothing left to do but wait until it’s time to leave for the restaurant. You’d tried lying down earlier but sleep had completely evaded you, even after you'd listened to Mike’s soothing nature sounds cassette and attempted some of the techniques in the dream theory book, willing yourself to sleep and maintain control of what you envision but ultimately failing.

Mike is slumped beside you on the couch, clearly still worn out, unaware of your gnawing anxiety and anticipation, knowing the latter is wrong but not being able to help yourself, your mind racing from one thought to the next. You replay the strange conversation on the phone earlier, certain now that Raglan was upset at finding you at Mike’s; the way his tongue had touched the pulse in your wrist after he’d asked you what you wanted during your previous intimate encounter; the secret smile he’d gifted you in parting the last time you’d seen him.

“I’ve got to go get ready.” Mike’s voice interrupts your reverie.

“Okay.”

He hesitates. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

It hadn’t even occurred to you to change; when you’d dressed today you’d wanted to look nice for your boyfriend. Now the clinging ribbed knit dress and matching shrug seems wildly inappropriate.

“I…no. Can’t really clean in this.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter. I doubt he’ll have you do much actual cleaning,” he says bitterly.

“I’ll change,” you say firmly. “Can I borrow something to wear? Pajamas maybe?”

“Of course. You look great, by the way. I appreciate the effort, believe me. I’m just really tired.”

You squeeze his hand sympathetically. “I’m sorry. I’m going to try to help. I mean with the cleaning,” you add, wondering if you’re making it worse.

***

The career counselor’s car is waiting for you in front of the pizzeria, the man himself leaning against the side of it, seemingly oblivious to the cooler night air.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” he greets you as you exit the car. Mike moves more slowly, glaring at the older man, slamming the door shut. “Why don’t you head inside, Mike. Your girlfriend and I have something to discuss.”

The security guard’s eyes narrow. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

“What’s the matter? You think we’re going to do something scandalous in this climate? This won’t take long.”

Mike scowls but relents, directing his attention at you. “Make it quick, okay?”

You nod, watching the shorter man’s retreating figure.

“Are you cold?” Steve steps forward, halting just in front of you.

“I’m fine.” You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, wishing you’d brought a warmer jacket. You’re always so ill prepared.

His eyes rove over your figure and he frowns. “What are you wearing?”

“I borrowed Mike’s pajamas.” You shuffle your feet in his poorly fitting sneakers, suddenly self conscious about the plaid pants and loose shirt you’re dressed in.

“What happened to your own clothes?”

You sigh, rubbing your arms to try to generate some warmth. “I had to change out of my dress so I could do this stupid cleaning.”

“I would have liked to see you in the dress,” he murmurs. “Why didn’t you just go home and change?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. I figured you’d be pissed if we were late.”

“Or maybe you were just impatient to get here.”

“You wish.” You shiver again. “Was there something specific you wanted to talk about? Why are we out here?”

“Come here.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “You promised we weren’t going to—”

“—I didn’t promise anything. I’m simply asking you to come here.”

“You never ask. You only tell.”

“We both know that’s not entirely true now, don’t we?”

You chew your bottom lip, hesitating. “Why do you want me to?”

The bearded man feigns surprise. “Do I need a reason?” He reaches out, fingers briefly stroking against your jaw, his tone matching the gentle touch. “Have I ever needed a reason?”

“I guess not.” You can’t control your shivering now.

His hand drops back to his side. “What is this sudden obstinance tonight? I hope this isn’t an indication of how the rest of the evening is going to go. Your boyfriend is already on thin ice.”

The implied threat weakens your resolve. “Fine.” You sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him. It feels good, being crushed against his chest, heartbeats echoing on opposing sides, his arms securing you against him, breath warm in your hair. You inhale the scent of him, remaining silent, wishing it didn’t feel so pleasant to cling to him.

He draws back to peer down at you, tipping your face up to view his. You think back to the very first time he’d done this, before your first kiss. Your eyes trace the lines near the corners of his eyes and mouth, lingering on his lips. They curve ever so slightly.

And then he abruptly leaves your embrace, instead reaching for one of your hands to lead you to the entrance.

You’re more baffled than ever, confused by the man’s erratic behavior.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” you protest.

“We did talk.” He pulls on the handle of the glass door, holding it open for you.

“Barely,” you mutter, following him into the entryway and dining room.

“We shouldn’t keep Mike waiting.”

“You don’t care what he wants.” You stop dead in your tracks, pulling your hand free of his grasp.

“You’re right. I don’t care what he wants,” he agrees, nonplussed, the emphasis on he unmistakable.

“What do you care about?”

“Now that’s a much better question.” He smirks at you as he opens the door to the employee area. “After you.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

“It’d be nice if you answered a question once in a while.” You shake your head, about to walk past him when he grabs at your waist, tugging you against him. All traces of amusement have vanished, the dark centers of his eyes expanding, the pools of desire widening. Just the slightest lift on your part and bend on his and his mouth would be on yours.

You’ve never wanted anything so much in your life.

“Raglan!” Mike appears from the other end of the corridor, starting towards you.

Steve sighs, relaxing his grip.

You’re not sure which one of you is more disappointed at the interruption.

***

You’d thought the destruction at the front end of the restaurant had been bad, but it pales in comparison to the state of the back rooms.

You’re not even certain that all of the mess spread before you is from the previous intruders; there’s a definite layer of dust on many of items scattered everywhere, the mysterious dark stains on the floors looking like they’d soaked into the surface a long time ago.

“This isn’t from the break in,” you announce, startling Mike, who’d begun sweeping rubble into a pile.

Steve returns from throwing the switch on the box to restore power in time to hear your complaint and shrugs. “It’s still part of the job. Clearly stated when you accepted the position,” the career counselor says, directing his gaze meaningfully at Mike, then turns back to you. “Come with me, sweetheart. We’re going to need some supplies to work on these floors.”

Mike halts mid sweeping motion, his grip on the handle tightening.

“You should know the routine by now. Back to work,” the older man growls warningly.

You follow Raglan down the hall to a large custodial closet, your attention wandering to the room across the hall while he begins gathering items together.

“What’s in here?”

“Extra locker storage for employees,” he replies distractedly, hefting a bottle of industrial cleaner free from the clutter of its brethren on the steel shelf.

You step inside the room, noticing that all of the steel cabinets are open and empty, save the one on the end of the row that is sealed shut.

Almost as if in a trance you walk toward it, reaching for the handle.

The distracted muttering that had become background noise disappears, Steve rushing past you to slam a hand on the door, preventing you from opening it, his breathing harsh. You’ve never seen this expression on his face before.

He looked afraid.

“Don’t open it.”

“What’s in there?”

“It doesn’t matter what’s in there. I’m telling you not to open it.”

“What is it, Pandora’s box?” You quip but the older man’s features remain grave.

It takes him a few moments before he’s no longer panicked, the wild look in his eyes fading, his breathing slowing as he regains his composure. “That’s not your concern. Let’s go.” He guides you back out of the room, this time locking the door behind you.

***

For the first several hours, you and Mike actually do nothing but clean, surprised when even Steve lends a hand in your efforts to restore the space to some semblance of order and cleanliness.

He’s acting differently tonight, especially after the strange incident in the locker room earlier. There’s more of a familiarity with this area; a sort of odd reverence for the animatronic components that he encounters.

The more you think about it, the more you feel like you’re missing something blatantly obvious. Why is a career counselor so familiar with the interior of the children’s restaurant, particularly this area restricted to employees? Had he worked here once? You find it hard to imagine, but it did explain some things.

“Alright. That’s enough for now.”

The room smells of cleaning chemicals, pungent ammonia mingling with whatever had been saturating the floors, something metallic and musty that clashes unpleasantly. You’re grateful when he leads you away, first giving you both a minute to wash up in the restroom, then guiding you towards the security office.

“Why don’t you keep an eye on the monitors for awhile, Mike?” He points to the office chair and Mike obediently slumps into it, too tired to argue. The security guard begins to dejectedly punch on the command panel to view alternate camera angles.

Raglan’s gaze wanders to the Nebraska poster the younger man had recently tacked up on the wall, an unreadable expression on his features before he meets your stare.

You’d been acutely aware of his eyes on your body all evening, lingering over the places where you’d gotten splashed with water, thin material clinging dark and wet to your skin. You couldn’t help notice his ass whenever he bent over, generous curves straining against the seat of his sensible trousers. The impulse to shove your hands inside those back pockets to cop a feel has struck you more than once.

“Enough,” he reprimands Mike, his voice less stern than usual as he shoves the keyboard away from his hands, clearing a spot for himself to half sit on the edge of the desk, one thigh seated in place, the other leg braced against the floor, the tall figure blocking Mike’s view of the monitors. He gathers a fistful of the younger man’s shirt and drags your boyfriend and the office chair he’s seated in forward, then releases his shirt and lets his fingers siphon through the soft brown curls, the touch more of a caress than any you’d seen him bestow on Mike previously. Maybe it was because it was so late; he was probably tired after working all day and most of the night, too.

His face drops down as he pulls Mike’s head back gently, his eyes flicking up to your face as he descends, seemingly in slow motion, watching you watching him as he captures Mike’s lips with his own. His free hand reaches out for you and you accept it, letting him pull you towards them, and you collide somewhere between Raglan’s hip and Mike’s arm.

Steve’s fingers search your face blindly as he’s currently occupied with sucking a bruise onto Mike’s neck, and you feel them pause when they reach your lips. They part and you suck along his index and middle fingers, the knuckles passing through as he strokes along your tongue, pushing back as if to test the limits of your gag reflex before he slides them free, shoving them past the drawstring tightened waistband of your borrowed pajama pants and panties where they circle around your clit.

You gasp and the older man hurriedly swallows that sound, his mouth breaking free from Mike’s and covering yours, gifting you the kiss you’ve been craving all evening.

You lose track of who does what to whom, vaguely aware of sounds of zippers parting, some moans from Mike, who’s hair you’re now clutching, your own needy whimpers and the feel of Raglan’s fingers easing inside your entrance. He pants beside your ear while your free hand briefly traces the outline of his cock through his pants before wandering across the rest of his body. You feel your boyfriend’s hand moving underneath the oversized shirt he’s lent you to stroke across your nipples.

Steve’s face moves so he can see your features as he continues invading you, making you plead breathlessly for another kiss, to cum, anything he’s willing to give you. Your eyelids flutter, your mouth slack as the pair of long fingers curl inside you, expertly stroking your sweet spot.

Oh, God.

You come apart on his hand, words unspoken pressing at the back of your teeth as your grip tightens in Mike’s hair, your other hand finally surrendering to what it’s wanted for hours, slotting into Steve’s back pocket and squeezing.

Slick fingers work on the knot of your pants, impatiently tearing the fabric ties and jerking the waistband over your hips, collecting your panties on the way, bending just long enough to tear everything off your legs completely. “Sit on your boyfriend’s lap, sweetheart. He’s ready for you.” He grasps your upper arms and turns you so that you’re facing the seated man, indicating for you to straddle his slouched form, Mike’s erection sliding inside of you as you lower yourself down, the chair creaking alarmingly with the added weight. You feel the older man against your back, lending you extra support and you lean your shoulders back on his chest, your boyfriend’s thumbs digging into your hips as he thrusts into your pussy still oozing your own cum.

Raglan’s hand cups your chin and he thrusts his thumb into your mouth. You lick and bite the pad of it, frantically grinding down onto Mike. It’s such a sloppy fuck, you’re so wet…

It takes tremendous concentration to orgasm when you’re exhausted; you know exactly what that feeling is like, how frustrating it is because you just want release but you can’t quite find the energy to get there. You know just fucking you is not quite enough to send Mike over the edge.

“Fill her up, Mike.” Steve’s hands slide down, reaching the pair still holding on to you and that’s it, you feel the hot splash of seed inside, the younger man cursing his way through his release.

It’s already leaking back out but Steve doesn’t waste any time solving that problem, lifting you easily and sitting you on the edge of the desk, his cock sliding right back into the slot your boyfriend had so recently vacated, fucking his cum right back inside your cunt. You cling to him, clutching his body with all of your limbs while he rocks into you, your teeth gripping his shoulder through his shirt.

“Harder,” he urges, and you comply, jaw closing, teeth digging into fabric and the skin beneath. He huffs in pain; you can hear him wincing in that sound and you immediately release him, kissing a gentle apology against his throat.

“I didn’t say to stop,” he scolds you, but he doesn’t sound upset. “You ready for it, honey?”

You are and you aren’t. You love the feel of him inside you; you adore his mouth on yours; you want to take him apart; you don’t want to watch him leave the parking lot without you when you’re finished here.

You say none of these things. You nod and kiss him and let him fill your womb with another load.

When he finally lets you go, you see Mike just sitting there, haunted eyes fixed on the poster above you, the fragile skin beneath his eyes shadowed darker than you’ve ever seen.

***

“I have to tell you something.” Mike’s voice cracks through the silence of your ride home.

You glance over at him. “What?”

He rubs at the hair lining his jaw. “I have a younger brother named Garrett.”

You remain silent, waiting for him to continue.

“He went missing when my family went camping back in Nebraska. Somebody took him. I was supposed to be watching him, and I got distracted.” His knuckles blanch as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “That was the last time I saw him. Until I started working at Freddy’s.”

You frown in confusion.

“There’s something about that place. I know it doesn’t make any sense. But I can see him so clearly when I doze off there. That’s why I’m so invested in the Dream Theory. I feel like if I keep at it, I can finally remember something, some detail that might help me find out where he is. I saw the car that drove away with him, but I’m not certain about the make or model. I don’t think it had a license plate. Sometimes I see other kids at the state park, too. They’re new. They weren’t in the dreams until I started working there. I’ve tried to talk to them, but they keep running away from me. I feel like they know something. I don’t know what it all means, but…” His voice trails off.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

“I think you should know. Even if…even if there wasn’t this blackmail about Abby, I’d have to stay there. It’s the only hope I have of ever finding him. I’m never getting out of this situation any way that you look at it.”

He pulls into the driveway of his house, making no move to exit the car. “I let it happen again, didn’t I? Let myself get distracted when I should have been watching what’s going on right in front of me.”

“What do you mean?”

His wounded eyes meet yours. “I see the way Steve looks at you. He’s not even bothering to hide it anymore.” You see his Adam’s apple shift as he struggles to swallow past the emotions building in his throat. “I know you think about him all the time.”

“No, I don’t.” The denial sounds feeble even in your own ears.

“Do you ever wish you were with him instead?”

“No.” Your breath hitches at how on target he is and you struggle to recover. “No, of course not. I spend more time here now than I do at my own place. I help take care of Abby—”

“—And I appreciate that, sincerely. You’re amazing with her,” he interrupts. “But that’s not an explanation for what’s happening with us.”

“How am I even supposed to act with you?” You snap bitterly, on the defensive. “You’re afraid to go near me. You don’t want me to make a move on you. You treat me like I’m some delicate flower you’re going to crush. I’m not.” You pluck at the rumpled plaid pants you’re wearing, your voice softening. “It’s not my fault. I did all this to help you so you wouldn’t lose your sister.”

“I know. And I had no right to ask that of you. It was my problem. I’ve created this entire mess. I always do.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Ever since Garrett went missing because of me. It’s just been one mistake after another. I’ve caused everyone I care about grief.”

“What happened to your brother wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s a moot point. The damage is done all the same.” He reaches for your restless fingers, stilling them. “I’m right, aren’t I? About Steve.”

You force yourself to meet his eyes. “Yes,” you whisper.

He nods to himself, exhaling loudly.

“Why did you hide that shirt? The one you wore to the movies that night.”

He frowns at the shift in conversation. “I don’t know.”

You shake your head, smiling bitterly. “Yes, you do. Because it’s the same for you. You enjoy the things he does with you. You think about him when he’s not around. Wish he was here—”

“—I fucking despise that man,” he growls.

“Maybe. But it doesn’t mean you don’t desire him, as twisted as that sounds. Maybe because hate is such a strong emotion, the opposite side of the same coin.”

“You don’t hate him,” he mutters quietly.

“No. I should, but I don’t.”

“Are you…are you falling in love with him?” You can see him struggling to push the words out.

“I don’t even know him. Not really.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You hesitate. “I don’t know. I’m still here because I want to be. I care about both of you. And I know that’s not fair. So where does that leave us? Do you want me out of your life?”

“It would hurt Abby.” He pauses. “It would hurt me, too. Badly. You two are all I have left. I’ve lost everyone else. But I don’t want you sticking around just because you feel some sense of obligation. It’s just going to get harder for us the longer you’re around.”

“I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t know what to do.” You drag one palm against each of your eyes, attempting to smear away the tears that are starting. “I don’t want to leave.”

“Okay. Then we’ll…we’ll figure this out. Together.” He pulls you against him, burying his face against your neck.

***

The Check Engine light comes on when you’re in the middle of nowhere on a stretch of highway late at night.

You should’ve left sooner, back when it was still daylight; back before you’d had perhaps one too many drinks; even more than that, if you were being honest with yourself. It’s foolish, but the peer pressure of being with a group of friends you haven’t seen since last year clouds your judgment, delaying you with silent promises of staying for just a few more minutes, and consuming just one more for the road.

Now you’re stranded on that very road, the car making some horrible grinding sound. You pull onto the shoulder and turn the key, silencing the noise and extinguishing the warning message. You feel a headache coming on and you massage your forehead absently, trying to sort through the intoxication and think of who you can call to rescue you. You have a cell phone for emergencies, a clunky looking Nokia that you keep tucked in the glove compartment just in case.

Mike’s at work by now of course, and Abby is staying over their aunt’s for the weekend. The friends you’ve just left certainly aren’t in any shape to come out this far. You rummage in your purse, squinting in the darkness, hoping you’ll find a bottle of acetaminophen when your hand brushes against a small rectangular object:

Steve Raglan’s business card.

You’d tossed it in there without a thought, a duplicate of the one he’d given Mike after one of your previous encounters, pressed into your palm before he’d exited the parking lot of Freddy’s. He obviously wouldn’t be at work this late. You turn the key in the ignition to the accessory position, flipping on the rear view mirror’s lighting. You hesitate, your fingers tracing over the embossed lettering on the front before you move to throw it back into your bag, freezing when you realize there’s another number handwritten on the back, along with the words Home No. and Call any time.

You’d tried to obliterate Steve from your mind, renewed in your commitment to Mike after that last heart to heart you’d had. You’d hoped a change of scenery would help; that enough booze would numb your senses and make it difficult to concentrate, dissipating the memories. Instead it’s only made you ache with longing, realizing that there’s no escaping the older man’s reach. You’re bound to him just as firmly as Mike is.

You lean over and flip the latch of the glove compartment, shoving the owner’s manual aside, fingers finally closing over the mobile phone and its power supply. You plug the phone into the charger and hold the power button, the lime green screen blooming back to life, glowing brightly. The phone rings twice before Raglan answers. He doesn’t sound like he was asleep, at least.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.” It comes out breathier than you’d intended and you try and fail to stifle a giggle at how absurd you sound.

There’s a long pause. You can practically hear the disapproving scowl forming from here. “Where are you calling me from?”

“I’m on my cell in the car. I’m broken down on the interstate.”

“Where?”

“Um…I don’t know. It’s hard to think. My head is splitting. I’m like probably forty five minutes outside of town? Heading north. No, I mean, you’ll be going north. I was heading south.” Another giggle escapes.

“I’m leaving now. Make sure your doors are locked.”

“Thank you. I’m—”

The call disconnects. You power it down and put it everything away, turning the key again, bathing yourself in darkness once more.

You’ve nearly nodded off when you see the pair of headlights growing closer, and you know, somehow instinctively, that it’s Steve.

You emerge from the car just as he loops around to stop behind it. You still feel buzzed, your footing on the broken asphalt on the shoulder making the trek more difficult. You hear the older man curse as he slips out of the car, hurrying over to you. One arm slides around your waist, half dragging, half guiding you. He bends to lift the door handle on the passenger side and you cling to him with whatever strength you have left.

“Christ, how much did you drink? You reek of alcohol. You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself killed. Or hurt anyone else,” he adds.

“Not enough to forget everything you’ve done to me.” You realize he isn’t wearing his glasses nor his customary business attire, instead clad in jeans and a Henley. You relax your grip on his shoulder, wondering if the marks you bruised him with the last time you’d been intimate still linger, moving to toy with the pair of buttons holding his shirt closed instead, leaning back against the side of the car, pulling him with you.

“What are you doing? Stop.” He shoves your groping fingers away.

“What’s the matter? You only like it when you’re forcing me?”

“Enough. Get in the car.”

“You’re not really forcing me anymore though, are you?” You seat your palm against the broad muscles in his neck, feeling the tension there. “You know how much I want you.”

He drags your hand away once again. “I’m not arguing with you when you’re this intoxicated. Get in the car or I will put you there,” he growls.

“That’s the aggressive Steve I’m used to.” You laugh but surrender, sitting down heavily, nearly losing your balance again before you manage the task.

He shuts the door and makes his way back to the driver’s side, sliding behind the wheel, about to reach for the gear shift when your hand closes over his, halting his progress.

“You didn’t even call me sweetheart or honey. You’re that mad at me?”

His hand slides free of your grasp, as if he can’t tolerate you touching him all of a sudden, his voice tight. “Yes.”

“Because I made you drive out here in the middle of the night?”

The career counselor glowers at you. “First of all, you didn’t make me do anything, I volunteered. Secondly, this is the kind of irresponsible behavior I’d expect from that idiot boyfriend of yours, not you.”

“He’s not an idiot,” you protest. “Don’t say that.” You watch his lips press together thinly with the strain of keeping whatever further insult he’s about to hurl in check. “Why are you so pissed?”

“Because you could have gotten hurt!” He exclaims, slamming a fist on the steering wheel.

“You do care about me,” you realize, giving voice to the sobering thought out loud. It was like that night when you’d gone into the locker room and reached for the closed door; he was afraid for you.

His gaze remains focused on the rear of your car currently bathed in the glow of headlights. “I shouldn’t,” he murmurs quietly.

“Why not? Please talk to me.”

The older man sighs heavily. “About what?”

“Anything. Everything. Trivial stuff. What you eat for breakfast. What color your toothbrush is. Which sitcom makes you laugh.”

“It’s one thirty in the morning. I hardly think these questions are that pressing. You need to sleep this off. You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”

”I’m not that drunk,” you protest. “I know what I'm saying.” You pause. “What do you do when you go home after you’ve been with me? Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”

He hesitates, glancing over at you. “You really shouldn’t go down this road. You’re going to be disappointed.”

You swallow thickly, the sudden swell of emotions building in your throat threatening to choke you. “I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.”

He makes a soft, broken sound, like a wounded animal in its dying moments, so full of regret and want, then leans over, fingers bracing your jaw as his mouth roughly covers yours. You whimper at the feeling, lips desperate against his, tongue restlessly probing. Your heart slams against your ribs and your grab his free hand and place it there, willing him to feel what he does to you.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t pursue this,” he exhales beside your cheek.

You shudder at the pet name, once so condescendingly offered, now saturated with affection.

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Spike x reader - before I laid eyes on you

Part two:

For the duration of your recovery you were never left alone, from nurses and doctors at the hospital, to your friends or Giles staying at your home to make sure you were alright.

Nobody wanted to leave you alone, and it was exhausting in many ways.

You just wanted to be alone for a while, have time to yourself even just for an hour, because you wanted him to turn up and you knew he wouldn’t if they were there.

It had been nearly three months, and there was still nothing from him, but thankfully everybody deemed it okay for you to finally have time to yourself.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Giles asked.

“Yes, yes I’ll be fine. Honestly.”

You smiled at them.

“If you feel anything wrong, or you need anything you’ll call one of us right?” Xander asked.

“I promise.”

“And don’t be inviting anybody in.” Buffy said sternly.

“Yes I know, I know. Now go, live your lives, I want sleep.”

They all laughed, hugging you before they left and with a heavy sigh you closed your door, thankful for the time alone.

Making your way over to the couch, you laid down, pulling a blanket over you.

The house was finally quiet, and it felt strange, so you turned the TV on while you took a nap.

A few hours later and you woke up, so you sat up, stretching a little and you looked around.

Slowly standing, you wondered into the kitchen for a drink then you made your way back to the living room.

You put a blanket around your shoulders, heading to the front door to open it, and you leant against it looking out on the street.

You were half expecting, half hoping for Spike to come, but he never did, but you did see something on your doorstep.

Crouching down to get it, you closed the door and walked back to the living room, setting the box on the table so you could open it.

Reaching inside, you pulled out a frame photo of one of the drawings you had done and you smiled.

“He did come..” you whispered.

You set it on the coffee table, looking at it with a fond smile.

The sunrise was coming, so you knew not to expect him anytime soon, so you spent the time catching up on some stuff you had to do, and of course sleeping.

And as night came back around, the moment the sun set there was a knock on your door.

Walking over, you opened it.

“Hello cutie.” Spike smiled.

“You’re here…”

Stepping outside you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug, and he smiled, placing a hand on your back.

Your hug was so gentle and warm, both things Spike thought he would never experience again, so when you moved away he was disappointed.

You took his hand and stepping inside.

“Are we forgetting vampires cannot enter?”

“I want you to come in spike.”

He smiled, stepping through the threshold and you closed the door, turning on the hall light.

Squinting, you turned your head to the floor, placing a hand over your eyes.

“You’re supposed to close your eyes before turning on lights, give them time to adjust. You know this.”

“I forgot…”

“Of course you did, come on.”

Spike took your free hand, leading you to the living room and sat you down, turning on the light in there as well.

You waited a moment before slowly moving your hand away.

Everything was a little fuzzy, and you couldn’t make out anything in the corners of your vision.

Spike sat down on the table in front of you.

You moved your gaze to the movement, and you looked at him.

“How did it go? Did it help?”

“I.. I can see you…”

Spike shuffled forward, shock on his face.

“You can?”

You nodded.

“I.. I can.. sort of.. it.. it’s still blurry… but.. but I can see you…”

You laughed softly, reaching up you touched the scar on his eyebrow.

“You have a scar…”

“I’ve had one for a long while now love.”

Spike took your hand, holding it in both of his.

“What about those spells? Would they still work? Would they help make your vision any better?”

“I.. I don’t I haven’t tried yet.. I.. I dont have the strength..”

Spike took your other hand in his.

“Then take some of mine, we all know I have plenty to spare.”

“Are you sure?”

“Try.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and drew some strength from him, whispering an incantation under your breath.

You finished but you kept your eyes closed, too scared to open them.

“Open your eyes love…” he whispered.

“What if it didn’t work…?”

“Then we’ll find out, but we can’t find out if you don’t open your eyes right?”

You nodded, knowing that he was right but it still didn’t make you any less scared.

Slowly you opened your eyes, and everything was clearer, it was easier to see, you knew it wouldn’t last long, but it was enough for now.

You could see the vampire in front of you a lot better, and see more things about him you hadn’t noticed.

“You’re hair…”

You laughed a little, reaching up to touch it, running your hand through it, and then you touched his face lightly.

“Like what you see do you?” He teased.

“You’re different from what I pictured…”

He furrowed his brows a little.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Laughing, and looked down.

“It’s a good thing.”

Spike placed a finger on your chin, tilting your head back up to face him.

“Don’t hide from me..”

He smiled, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“Will you show me your vampire face?”

“Now why the hell would you want to see that?”

You shrugged a little, still smiling at him.

“I haven’t seen a vampires face before, please Spike?”

He rolled his eyes but turned his face away, then he turned back and it looked different, his eyes were yellow, fangs, wrinkles on his head.

You touched his head, and his face went back to normal.

“Scary.” You snickered.

“I know, isn’t it just?” He smirked.

This made you laughed, and Spike sat forward, his knees touching yours, and you clasped your hands together, placing them on your lap.

You wore a mischievous grin, and he placed his hands on his knees.

“You’re plotting something, I’d recognise that look anywhere.”

“Come outside with me?”

“A strange request but alright, I’ll humour you, let’s go.”

You jumped up, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and you rushed out your back door and into the garden.

Spike followed you, standing behind you as you titled your head back.

“Is there a reason for this?”

“I haven’t seen the stars in so long…”

Spike titled his head down a little, eyes locked with yours and you reached up, poking his forehead to move him back.

“Your big head is in the way.”

“Ouch, now that’s rude.”

Spike moved to stand in front of you but you paid him no mind.

He took your blanket, and he adjusted it, tying it gently so it wouldn’t fall down.

His hands lingered on your shoulders, and he walked back around you, wrapping his arms around your waist, tilting his head back to look at the stars with you.

“Will you keep our deal..?” You whispered.

“A deal is a deal.”

You smiled a little, and rested your head back on his chest.

“Will you stay here with me?”

“Who am I to deny such a request?” He smirked.

So he did, Spike stayed with you, helping you with your day to day life.

Spike would always catch you staring at him, but he said nothing about it, because in truth he was doing the exact same thing when you weren’t looking.

Some days you weren’t as good as others, and those were the days you stayed in bed or on the couch sleeping, and he would sit next to you.

He helped you do the things you missed doing, star gazing, taking walks to admire nature, shopping.

For Spike it was all different, strange, but to see that twinkle in your eyes it was all worth it to him.

Today you were feeling pretty good, fully of energy and life.

You bounded down the stairs, and you all but ran down the basement stairs as well, grinning from ear to ear at Spike who was smoking.

“Bloody hell love, you know not to come down here I smoke, it’s not good for you.”

“A lot of things aren’t good for me, it’s fine!”

Spike put his cigarette out and looked up from the bed he had put up down there.

Walking over, you sat on the bed, laying down so your head was on his legs and you smiled at him.

Spike rose a brow in question at you, placing his hand on your forehead to make sure that you were in fact feeling alright.

His fingers trailed down your face, drumming lightly against your cheek.

“Then what do you happen to be up to?” He asked.

“I want to dance.”

“I can’t go upstairs, it’s too sunny in your house, really you should invest in some blinds or something.”

“Later, when the sunsets. Can we?”

Spike hummed, placing his arms under you to lift you up so he could stand, then he placed you on the floor.

“Maybe, but for now you have medicine to take.”

He ushered you to the stairs.

You took your medication, then you got ready to go out with your friends, a few hours at the mall before they all had to return to college or work.

You on the other hand returned home, and you went downstairs, sitting next to Spike, tucking yourself in his side.

He had a hand on your head, his thumb running over the surgical scar.

He knew you were asleep, so he covered you with the blanket, shuffling a little so you had your head on his chest.

When the sun set he moved, resting your head on the pillows and made his way up the stairs.

He went out to get his own shopping, then turned to put it all in the fridge downstairs then went back upstairs.

Eventually you made your way up to see that he had moved your furniture in the living room, and there was a fire in the fireplace which he was was poking at.

“I feel like vampires and fire don’t go well.”

“You’re awake, have you taken your medicine?”

You shook your head.

“Right, sit.”

You did and he went to get it and while you were taking it he walked over to the radio, turning it on to mess with a few station before he walked over.

He took the glass from you, setting it aside on the mantle place.

Taking his jacket off, he tossed it on the couch, then held out his hand towards you.

“Would you like that dance now love?”

“I would.”

Spike helped you up, then he placed a hand on your mid back, his other hand holding yours, while you planted your hand on his chest.

“I don’t know how to dance…”

Spike chuckled, wrapping his arm around you he lifted you up, putting you on his feet, leaning his arm around you as he began to dance.

You wore a grin on your face, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Now, if you don’t know how to dance, why would you ask to dance?”

“I like it when you hold me?”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“All you have to do is ask…” he whispered.

You rested your head on his chest, and he planted his chin on your head, slowly dancing around in circles, only the fire lighting up the room.

You hadn’t told Spike that your eyesight had slowly began to decline, not but much but enough so that you noticed it.

You could still see him, but you didn’t know how long you would keep being able to see him, and you had a feeling your use of the spells to clear your vision was making it worse.

You moved and he lifted his head so you could, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clasping your hands together.

The fire gave your skin a soft glow, your eyes a warm spark.

In all his life alive he had never seen anything so perfect.

Yes, he was possessive over Drusilla, maybe there was time he could have labelled it love, but that wasn’t it.

If was able to decipher what love was, what it felt like he was sure it would be, this exact moment he was in right now, that it would be you.

You gave him warmth and joy, as much as a soulless vampire was able to have anyway.

“Why do you stay…?” You whispered.

“What on earth do you mean?” He asked.

You let out a little sigh, your smile falling a bit.

“You can go at any point, you don’t actually have to stay here.”

“Why would I go?”

You looked at him confused.

“Sometimes you can be so stupid, you’re here (Y/N), why would I want to go anywhere else?”

Your smile picked up again.

“You mean it? Really?”

“Well I certainly wouldn’t be here if I didn’t mean it. You treat me like a man, not an animal, you always have.”

You gave a small shrug.

“You’ve always been nothing but nice to me…” you whispered.

“I intend to stay as long as you’ll let me.” He said.

You leant up, pressing a kiss his cheek.

Spike stopped dancing and he gazed down at you with gentle eyes, and slowly he leant down, connecting his lips with yours.

It was a little unsure at first, he wasn’t sure how you would react, but he had been wanting to do it for a long time.

When he felt you kiss him back he immediately gained his confidence back, using his arms around you to pull you closer.

Your hands went to his neck, running through the hairs on the back of his head.

It was a desperate kiss, but it was still gentle, not demanding.

Every time you pulled away he would leant forward to kiss you again.

“Spike.. some of us need air…”

He chuckled, kiss your jaw instead and he rested his forehead in yours.

“Well that’s no fun…”

“It is for me if I want to keep living.”

This made him chuckle again and he closed eyes nose, nose brushing against yours.

You had your eyes closed, and you brushed your lips against his, keeping your hands on the back of his head.

“What was that for..?” You whispered.

“Do I need a reason?” He replied quietly.

“Never..”

He smiled, lifting his head to put his chin on your head, and you placed your head on his chest once more, eyes still closed.

Spike resumed his dancing, one hand on the small of your back, and the other between your shoulder blades, and you moved your arm to his shoulders, holding them.

The only thing that filled the room now was the crackling of the fire, and the music through the radio.

Both of you were so enveloped in each others company you didn’t hear the door open.

“Oh…” Giles mumbled.

“I.. do we go..?” Xander asked confused.

Buffy reached into her bag for her stake and she was stopped by both Willow and Tara.

“Come on, look at them…” willow whispered.

“He’s clearly done something to worm his way in!” Buffy hissed.

Tara shook her head.

“I don’t think so, look, (Y/N)s smiling.”

“She does seem pretty happy, what’s so wrong with that?” Anya shrugged.

“It’s spike!”

Giles placed a hand on the young slayers shoulder.

“Buffy, Spike can’t hurt her, we know that… thought it is unusual and a sight I would definitely prefer to forget, all they’re doing is dancing…”

Buffy looked at you again taking her hand out her bag and she smiled as she saw your soft smile.

They all quiet left, not wanting to disturb the peace, and they all shared a look.

“That’s definitely an imagine I want to burn out of my mind, that’s creepy, seeing him all not angry and you know murderous.” Xander said.

Everybody else agreed as they left, and you opened your eyes, looking up at spike.

“We’ve been caught…”

“I know, I don’t care.”

You lightly laughed, placing your head back in his chest.

You didn’t care either, but you knew that they weren’t going to drop it that easily, and you definitely hadn’t heard the last of this.

But you really didn’t care, you were just enjoying the moment in the arms of the man you had accidentally fallen for before you even saw him

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #spike #spike x reader #spike x you #spike imagine

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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Posidon, Zeus, and Hades is force to watch over void kitten while void mama getting more plush toys for their baby

How would they be when taking care of the smol bean?

-It was flattering but also terrifying when you asked the three brothers to watch over your baby.

-You wanted to do some shopping, wanting to get some toys to surprise your baby with, but you needed to leave it with someone, as her father wasn’t available as he was giving a lecture.

-You told Zeus that your baby was well behaved and to just give her some whipped cream and a sunny spot to take a nap and that you would be back in about 2 hours.

-Seeing the tiny pure black kitten with large black eyes, looking so much like you, only smaller, more innocent looking, your baby really was too cute.

-However, they quickly learned your baby was very well behaved… with you- as you didn’t let her get away with any shenanigans until she learned to control her powers.

-As soon as you left, they turned back, wanting to get your baby to go to sleep as quickly as possible, just so that way they could relax for a bit, only to find your baby gone.

-Hades grabbed his brother’s shoulders, inhaling deeply, “Don’t panic- it’s fine. Just get the can of whipped cream and she’ll come right out.”

-Zeus waved the can around, shaking it, hoping she would respond to the sound, but when there was no change in the large meeting room that she was last seen in, Hades and Poseidon both grabbed a can as well, calling out for your kitten.

-After ten minutes with no luck, including leaving a bowl to bait her out, they were quickly tearing the room apart, overturning tables and chairs, pulling curtains down, calling out for your baby.

-Zeus was panicking, his eyes wide, “How could she have just disappeared?! Our backs were turned for just a moment!!” Poseidon called Hermes, instructing him to call the other Greek gods- sounding the alarm on your missing baby!

-You were blissfully unaware of the panic, in your human form, looking at baby onesies with a fond smile on your face, “I wonder if my husband would want another~”

-Your husband, during a short break during his lecture felt a shiver run up his spine, which confused him, wondering what was causing it.

-Just under two hours later you arrived back in Valhalla, finding the meeting room in shambles, most things were broken and you’re pretty sure some of the curtains in the corner were on fire as the Greek gods were all laying around, some on the floor and Apollo and Hermes on the table, completely exhausted.

-You trotted over, in your cat form now, hopping up to see your baby sleeping peacefully on Hermes’ chest and you cooed softly, “Aww~ you guys did such a good job!”

-Hearing your voice, your baby quickly woke up, calling out happily and instantly the gods all shot up, seeing you there and cried out in happiness, “Y/N!”

-You were surprised, hearing their loud voices as you looked around, “So what happened in here? Did you all have a party?”

-Without saying a word, every single one of them pointed at your baby and you looked at her as she tried to look extra cute, so you wouldn’t be too mad.

-Your eyes narrowed at your baby before you turned, “I apologize for her behavior. It won’t happen again, right?” you said the last bit to your baby who instantly sat up, giving you huge baby eyes.

-You enveloped the room in darkness, just for a moment and as light returned, you had fixed everything, including the fire torched curtains and broken furniture.

-You picked your baby up by the scruff of her neck and disappeared in a swirl of shadows, not seeing the collective sigh of relief on the faces of the gods as they relaxed, praying you wouldn’t ask again any time soon.

-You asked them the very next day, much to their horror.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror zeus #ror hermes #ror apollo #ror ares

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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the adventures of freckle boy and sunscreen girl | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.3k words prompt: the smell of sunscreen + the warmth on your naked skin + watching pink sunsets together + endless freckles from this prompt list. warnings: fluff, vacation!charles being all soft. language, maybe? a/n: do i know if i will actually be able to complete this project? no. will i try? yep. is it going to be messy? hell yeah. buckle up, besties, grab your sunscreen and get ready to read one of the softest things i've written. ALSO! i haven't been on here in so long, and i haven't checked to see if there's any other writer doing something like this, if there is i promise i didn't steal your idea, i've had this idea for a while now but only decided to go for it today.

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

(this video both cured and gave me depression. look at him<;3)

summer, sun, salt air and charles.

those things made her days better. she loved being able to spend every day with charles, with nothing occupying their minds except each other.

as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers, she yawned, and blinked rapidly to try and regain consciousness from the nap she’d taken. the leather sofa inside the cabin of the yacht was much more comfortable than she thought at first, and since her morning had been packed up with fun activities, it was to no one’s surprise that she felt tired and needed to recharge her batteries. she checked her phone, seeing that three hours had passed as she slept.

she got up and stretched, rubbing her neck, it was sore from sleeping in a weird position. she walked up the steps, squinting at the change of lighting as she reached the outside of the yacht. it was quiet, since it was only her and charles on board, and they were in the middle of the sea, away from the shore and other boats.

it was so quiet, her ears hurt. she was used to the buzz of the city, but it felt nice to unplug and enjoy a couple of days doing nothing but live. there was an odd sound, though, that caught her attention. she walked to the bow of the boat, shaking her head as she chuckled.

there, lying down on his stomach, with his back towards the sky, was charles. asleep, snoring louder than she’d ever heard him.

it seemed that she wasn’t the only one who needed to catch up on some sleep.

she bit her lip as she smiled, and unlocked her phone, pointing it at him, snapping a couple of pictures of him, sleeping soundly. she sat down next to him, and started running her fingers through his hair. then, she slid them down, almost wincing at the warmth.

his skin was pink, almost red, and she instantly knew he’d be in pain for the next few days. charles hated sunscreen. he always complained whenever she sat on his lap and applied sunscreen to his face.

“we have to protect these freckles, freckle boy,” she’d say, tapping the tip of his nose with a finger, making him smile as he let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she was near him.

no matter how many times she told him that sunscreen was useful for more than just sunburnts, he didn’t listen, and just went on with his day.

“it smells bad,” he’d scrunch his nose, “it smells thick,”

“it feels thick,” she’d correct him, but he’d shake his head.

“i mean- it does feel thick, but it smells thick too. i don’t know how to describe it, it just does.”

“well, it’s better to feel and smell the thick sunscreen than to get sunburnt, don’t you think?” she’d raise her eyebrows.

“... i guess…” he’d say after a few seconds, making her laugh.

she shook her head at the memory, he’d regret it when he woke up.

“charles,” she whispered, sliding her hand up and down his back. the pads of her fingers caressed his skin slowly. he was sleeping peacefully, she wanted to let him sleep, but his skin was so warm, that it was starting to concern her. “amour,” she tried again, leaning forward and kissing his back. she felt him stirring, and pressed one last kiss to the center of his back before leaning back. “wake up, sweets.”

“i am awake,” he said, he had his face hidden in the space between his crossed arms, “i’m hot,” he thought out loud.

“yeah, you are,” she chuckled.

“i mean… literally,” he said, and rolled to his side.

“i know, you should look at your back,” she teased, and poked his back with a finger, he groaned.

“that hurt,” he said, resting on his back. that lasted only half a second, and he shot up again. “what happened?” he asked, trying to look at his back.

“you, mister, didn’t put on sunscreen,” she said, lifting an eyebrow, “can you guess what happened?”

“oh no! it’s red, isn’t it?” he guessed, she nodded. “shit,”

“shit, indeed,” she said. “now will you let me put sunscreen on you?” she asked.

“will it make it feel better?” he asked, almost pouting. she nodded, “okay.” he pouted, "it felt really nice,"

"what did?"

"the sun. it was warm," he reached for her hands, playing with her fingers.

"i know, that's why we have to protect ourselves to enjoy it. the sun is mighty and powerful. i'll be right back,"

“i still hate the smell,”

“i know. but it will go away in a bit, you know that,” they both sat with their legs crossed beneath them, charles was looking out to the sea as she ran her hands up and down his back, applying a thick coat of sunscreen to his skin. “it’s so warm, charles,” she pointed out, “you should take a shower or something,” she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, wrapping her fingers around the tube of sunscreen as she kneeled.

“i have a better idea,” he said, looking back at her, smirking, she narrowed her eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

“what is it, freckle boy?” she said, crawling so she was now in front of him, “close your eyes,” she instructed, he obliged. she squeezed some sunscreen onto her fingers, and she started applying it to his face. she took her time, counting each freckle on his cheeks as his skin absorbed the white lotion. “have i ever told you how much i like your freckles?” she asked, speaking softly.

“about a million times,” he smiled, still keeping his eyes closed. he smiled as he felt her lips on his, pecking them quickly.

“the same amount of freckles on your face, then,” she said, holding his cheeks in her hands, charles opened his eyes slowly, sighing at the sight in front of him. the sky was turning a bright shade of pink, the clouds were turning orange, it looked wonderful. but it didn’t compare to her.

the sun casted a golden glow on her face, she was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.

“what was your idea?” she asked, bringing her hands down to his neck, his hands met her waist.

“we go for a swim to cool down,” he smiled, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight, it never got old.

“let’s do it.” she agreed.

charles tied a bandana around his head, pushing his wet hair back. she had a towel wrapped around her frame, her legs were dangling from the edge of the bow of the boat, and she hummed as she felt charles sitting behind her. he removed the towel off her, throwing it to the side, he replaced the warmth of the fabric with that of his naked skin. she hummed at the feeling, he was her favorite source of warmth.

“can you believe we get to experience sunsets like this?” she asked, leaning back against his chest. the sky was even brighter than before, a deep shade of pink illuminating everything around them, even the water looked pink.

“it’s one of the prettiest i’ve seen,” he agreed, moving his head to kiss her forehead, she smiled at the action.

“it’s almost as pink as your back,” she teased, biting her lip as she felt his chest shaking as he laughed.

“i’m never going to live this down, am i?” she shook her head at his question, “to be fair, even if i tried, i can’t apply sunscreen on my back,”

“hmm, pity,” she raised an eyebrow, looking back at him.

“there’s only one solution to that,”

“what’s that?” she narrowed her eyes, she had a feeling of where this was going to.

“you stay with me forever, and i’ll let you rub as much sunscreen on me as you want.”

“tempting,” she smiled, “you do need to take care of your skin,” she pointed out, charles nodded. “deal, freckle boy.”

“deal, sunscreen girl.”

@ lovingroscoee

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bellysoupset · 6 months

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Hey, Soup! So I have an idea.

If there's one thing I know, it's that carsickness can be made 100 times worse by 3 things: uncomfortable warmth, abnormally stiff seats, and fragrant car freshener scents. Leo and I are literally in the exact same boat when it comes to car sickness, and I know that when you get dizzy enough you can barely keep your eyes open, and it will not go away for hours!!!

I had this idea where maybe the whole gang goes on a trip somewhere and they rent one of those vans that has two seats in the front, two in the middle, and three in the back. And while they're driving somewhere and having a good time and everything, maybe Leo is just super uncomfortable in the van because it has little inconveniences that are just making his carsickness so much worse, but he doesn't wanna spoil the mood so he says nothing.

And maybe when they make a stop for gas and snacks or something, Leo stands outside the car and suddenly just starts throwing up violently.

Suddenly, everyone is panicked because Leo is almost delirious with nausea and dizziness. And Jonah is on the fine line between nervous boyfriend and trained doctor.

After that, maybe they manage to finish the drive to their hotel or wherever they're staying and there's just a lot of cute fluff and cuddles with Jon babying dizzy Leo.

I just think this would be so cute!!!

Plus, I'm stressed out with classes so I NEED my Jon and Leo fluff!! It's my serotonin (I think I spelled that right)!!

Hi darling! Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you have your dose of Jon/Leo serotonin and classes are no longer stressing you out 💛

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"Leo can't go in the back," Jonah said sleepily, his voice a notch deeper than usual and twice as grouchy. He wanted to strangle Bella for suggesting they do a mini road trip for the nearest music festival and his boyfriend for agreeing with it.

Bella was virtually untouchable after such a scare during Halloween, so whatever Bells wanted, Bells got and that was the whole reason they were now in a van driving to fucking Manchester. Jonah wanted to kill her.

"I'm fiiiine," Leo whined at his overbearing words, but everyone else agreed that there was no way Leo could sit in the back, so he was quickly banished to the front of the van, alongside Luke, who'd be driving for the nearly four hours long trip.

Really, Manchester?

"Glare any harder and Bell will need at least two more stitches," Vince teased him with a whisper, while Jonah glared at Wendy and Bella curled up together on the seat ahead of him.

Jonah let out a huff, "I don't even like rock."

"It's a music festival," Vince rolled his eyes, "cheer up, man. There's gonna be a bunch of other shit to do, cool food, other bands too."

"Don't tell me to cheer up, shut up," Jonah scoffed, jamming up his elbow on Vin's side when the man tried to grab his shoulders and rattle him.

"Just go the fuck to sleep," Wendy yawned, eyes closed and squirming on her seat so she could better use Bell's shoulder as a pillow, "you're always cranky when you're sleepy, just get a nap."

"I'm not a fucking toddler," Jonah kicked their seat, causing Bella to open her eyes, all blue, confused and a little in pain. Guilt burned his stomach, "sorry..."

She opened a small smile, nodding and pressing her cheek back to the top of of Wendy's head.

Lucas had volunteered to drive, half because he was a control freak, half because he needed to be given something to do. Either way, Jonah was happy he had, because he knew that if Luke and Vin had been sat together, no one would be able to catch even a little bit of sleep. He curled up on his side, resting his forehead on the window and turning away from Vince, quickly dozing off.

Jonah woke up with giggling.

He frowned in his sleep, trying to figure what were the whispers about or the giggles... Something trickled his nose and he wrinkled it, closing his eyes back again... Something trickled his nose again and Jonah sneezed, a hand coming up to shield his face from view and smearing shaving cream all over his nose and mouth.

Vince, Wendy and Bella let out a howl, wheezing with laughter and Jonah opened his eyes in shock, before glaring at them, spitting the shaving cream, "What are you, fucking four years old?!" he exclaimed, kicking Vince's thigh with all his force, "what the fuck!?"

Wendy was clutching her ribs, "you look soooo cute with the cream mustache!"

"Shut up Wendy!" Jonah exclaimed, furiously trying to wipe the shaving cream off his face, but only causing a bigger mess since they hadn't been economic when putting it on his hand. Bella was wheezing, her head thrown back with a laughter and he could see Luke's shoulders shaking too. The whole car smelt like Vince's overpowering lavender scented shaving cream.

"Stop the car!" Jonah groaned, wiping his still dirty hand on Vince's shirt and causing him to squeal, since he was too busy laughing to avoid getting smeared with it, "Atwood, stop the fucking van!"

"Okay!" Luke yelled, clearly laughing, "fine! Calm down!" and then in a lower voice, "we needed gas anyway."

Jonah glared at his friends, groaning that now he'd be smelling like Vince the rest of the day, "you guys are such assholes," he pouted, once again trying to wipe his face, just as Luke turned on the lights to show he'd be turning in the nearest exit.

"I'm s-ssorry," Wendy said, but it was hard to believe she was apologetic when there were tears clinging to her lashes, mascara smeared with how hard she had laughed, "here, here-" she reached inside her bag and grabbed a little washcloth, so he could wipe most of the cream, although the sticky sensation and powerful smell was still there.

A gas station came into view and the van swerved to the right, shaking with the change of terrain, before coming to a stop before one of the gas bombs.

He immediately jumped out and so did Luke to fill up the tank and so did Leo... Who took three steps forward and bent in half, throwing up all over the floor and his own sneakers.

Jonah let out a yelp, jumping back. He was far away enough that he watched the next events unfold in slow motion, Leo swaying forward as if he was gonna pass out and Lucas realizing what had happened, barely managing to catch him as Leo's knees buckled, arms wrapped around his chest.

"FUCK!" Luke's shout overpowered Jonah's equally nervous "Leo!"

He skipped forward, shaving cream forgotten, not a mind paid to the disgusting puddle on the ground, crouching down to where Luke was holding Leo by the chest, the blonde still hung forward, vomit dripping from his lips.

"Baby, baby, baby, hey-" Jonah chanted, cupping his face, "Leo, open your eyes... Baby, what's wrong-"

"Carsick..." Leo groaned, his voice rough, before he heaved again and Jonah was forced to jump to the side, narrowly avoiding getting his jeans covered in puke. Leo let out a sob, one hand darting out and curling on Luke's shirt, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white, "msorry-" he slurred, a line of sick saliva hanging from his bottom lip.

"Don't worry about it," Lucas said, his voice calm, while he met Jonah's eyes over the blonde's head, all worried, "I'm gonna get us up, okay?"

Leo jerked slightly, barely nodding and Luke moved his arms, wrapping Leo's chest with his right arm and grabbing on the van with the left one so he could pull them both up, Jonah moving forward to grab his boyfriend's bicep.

He could tell that Lucas was holding all of Leo's weight just by the way Leo's feet were almost dangling on the ground. Jonah frowned, rubbing his boyfriend's back, just as Leo heaved again, letting out a loud moan as even more vomit joined the mess.

"Shhh-" Luke cooed, while Jonah moved his hand so he was holding Leo's forehead, stopping him from getting his shirt and Luke's arm covered in sick.

"Goddammit Leo, why didn't you say anything?" Jonah said, using the little washcloth Wendy had given him to wipe his boyfriend's mouth, "we're gonna get you to the bathroom to get cleaned up."

"Nooo..." Leo punctuated the groan with a sick burp, gagging again, "can't walk... Wirl- Twirling..."

"Did you hit your head or something?" Luke asked, frowning, but Jonah rolled his eyes. This was not a concussion, Leo was not a football player anymore.

"Where exactly he would've hit his head, he spent all of yesterday at the office," he snapped, stroking Leo's cheek, "baby did you take the meds?"

"Uhmmmm..." Leo groaned, although he nodded, before he gagged again and slurred, "move-" and threw up once more. Jonah wasn't sure how he had so much in him, after the meager breakfast he had forced on the blonde this morning, exactly because Leo didn't want to get carsick and was refusing to eat, Jon reasoning he'd feel even sicker if he had nothing in his stomach at all.

He waited until the spell passed, before cupping Leo's cheeks and forehead, expecting to meet a fever, but instead under his hands there was just cold, clammy skin.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Leo whined, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "Jon..."

"I got you," Jonah squeezed his nape, "are you done?" he couldn't possibly have more in him, right?"

Leo let out a groan that could mean anything, so Jon forced him to remove the arm from around his belly and threw it around his own shoulders, while Lucas did something similar so they could drag the blonde to the bathroom.

Yet, Leo was completely boneless and not five steps in, his knees gave up again, nearly pulling all three of them down.

"I got him," Vince jumped out of the van, from where they had been watching the scene unfold, Bella and Wendy's head poking out of the doorway.

"I got you, kiddo," he circled Luke, getting Leo's arm wrapped around his shoulders instead of Lucas' and then wrapping an arm around the blonde's knees, lifting him up with a grunt, "where to?" Vince asked in a strained voice.

"Here," Luke led the way, while Jonah was too busy fussing over Leo. He could tell the blonde wasn't feeling well at all, because he didn't complain once at being carried like a damsel.

All four of them spilled into the public bathroom of the gas station. They were lucky it was a big franchise, a normal stop for buses, so the bathroom was huge, with many stalls. Leo let out another groan, pushing at Vin's chest and the other man put him down just in time for Leo to stumble toward the sink and bring up another mouthful of sick.

He let out a pitiful moan, knuckles white on the granite of the sink and Jonah grabbed his bicep to keep him up, rubbing his back, "you're okay baby, just get it up. You'll feel better soon..." he said helplessly. Leo shook his head, his whole face scrunched up.

"My stomach-" he made a little drowning noise in the back of his throat, before gagging fruitlessly.

Jonah let out his own unhelpful little groan, squeezing his nape, "hey, take a deep breath, love..."

Lucas turned on the tap, running his hands under the cold water and using them to wipe at Leo's face, drool and puke be damned. Leo leaned onto his touch, sniffling as if he was about to start crying.

"Jon..."

"I'm right here," Jonah squeezed his arm, mimicking what Luke was doing and planting his cold, humid hand on his boyfriend's overheated nape, "I got you..."

"Vince?" Wendy called from the door, poking her head in for a sec. Vince moved out of the bathroom and once he returned he was holding a plastic water bottle and slippers.

"The girls got you this, kid. Let's get you out of these shoes..."

With much effort Jonah ushered Leo to take a sip of the water, while Vince help him up, so Luke could go and undo his vomit covered laces and remove his shoes, putting his feet into fluffy slippers.

"I don't feel well..." Leo whined, struggling to keep his head up, "I wanna lie down..."

"We're gonna stop at the nearest motel," Jonah promised, wrapping an arm around his waist, "let's go back to the car, okay? You can lie down on the backseat."

"N-no..." Leo frowned, eyes closed. Even when he did manage to open his eyes, they were struggling to focus on anyone, "I'll get sick in the back..."

"We're so past that, baby," Jon rolled his eyes, then nodded at Vince and together they managed to pull Leo back to the car.

"Here," Bella moved forward to help Jonah push him inside, sliding her hands under his arms and hugging the blonde's chest, pulling him in, "I got him, get in."

Jonah obeyed, jumping over his boyfriend — whom he had forgotten was six feet tall — and sliding on one of the seats, so Bella and Wendy could carefully get Leo with his head resting on his lap, before moving to fold his legs.

Leo let out a groan, muffling a burp on Jonah's thigh, "I'm gonna be sick again..."

"Right now?" Jonah frowned and got no answer. Wendy jumped out of the van, while Luke fussed with the gas bomb and Vince slid into the driver's seat, since he was a better driver than Lucas and drove faster.

Wendy returned not even five minutes later, holding a plastic kids' bucket and a bunch of plastic bags, as well as paper napkins. She handed the items to Bella, before switching places with Luke and getting on the passenger seat, so he got in the back and finally the slammed the door closed.

"We're gonna stop in a second, Leo," Lucas promised him and the blonde only let out a groan, eyes squeezed shut and a painful frown one.

"The car.... Smells...." Leo whined after a minute of painful silence and Jonah vaguely heard Vin cursing up in the front, before the windows were rolled down, while Bella passed the bucket to Luke and wet some of the napkins, passing them to Jonah.

"Clean up."

"What?"

She let out a frustrated groan, before moving from her seat and crouching in front of him, wiping his cheek and hands with the wet napkins. It took Jonah a second to realize she was getting rid of the shaving cream, his mind too busy worrying about Leo to even remember that.

He blushed, "oh- Thanks..."

"Oh god," Leo groaned, before pitching forward and almost covering Bella's lap with sick, wasn't it for Luke nearly falling as he shoved the bucket under his mouth.

Jonah cringed, forcing his eyes on Vince's head poking out of the driver's seat headrest and keeping a hand on Leo's trembling back, keeping him steady.

He gagged and coughed for another minute, before slumping back down and Luke took the bucket back, while Jonah glanced down to his boyfriend' sickly face. He was so white that Jon could see just the pattern of veins under his cheek.

Leo let out a little whine, sniffling again and rolled on the seat, so he could press his forehead to Jonah's stomach.

"Try to sleep, baby," Jonah whispered, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. He heard a little moan and nothing else.

In front of him, Bella had already curled back up and was resting her head on Lucas' arm, as he whispered "are you alright?" in her ear and she nodded, sleepily.

Jonah was aware there had been consequences of the brain injury but he had been yet to witness what Lucas had told him, Bella falling asleep after barely being up for two hours.

Jon caught Luke's worried eyes and the other man shrugged, glancing down to Leo with an equally concerned expression. Wordlessly, Jon shook his head, taking some odd comfort in the camaraderie.

It didn't take them long to find a side of the road motel, but still Jonah didn't move, not daring to wake up Leo until everything was sorted.

He watched as Luke quietly pushed Bell off his shoulder, so she was asleep against the window and then he jumped out alongside Wendy and Vin.

In front of Jonah, Bella let out a little sigh, opening her eyes and rubbing, "what...Where...?"

"The motel," Jon cleared up, glancing down and keeping his fingers running through Leo's blonde hair. He wondered if his boyfriend was even asleep, or just trying to stay so still he could ward off the nausea, "Leo?"

A little grunt answered him and Jonah raised his eyebrows, surprised it was the second option, "we're getting a motel room, okay? Just a little longer, baby."

"Okay..." Leo answered, his voice muffled by Jonah's jeans.

Bella was watching him, with a frown between her eyebrows, "this was a stupid idea..." she whispered once Jonah looked up, "I'm sorry."

"It was," Jonah agreed, not feeling one little bit forgiving when Leo was clearly in so much pain. He caught a flash of hurt on Bell's eyes, but she didn't say anything, except for sliding out of her seat and stepping out of the van.

"It's not her fault," Leo groaned, curling up even more, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Jonah opened his mouth to complain, but was interrupted by Leo squeezing his leg, saying "help me sit up."

Sitting up was a challenge on its own, the change of positions causing Leo to sway on the spot and gulp convulsively, cold sweat once again covering his brow.

"Alright," Wendy poked her head inside the car, "we got you a room. Room 203," she dangled the keys before her face, "do you need help? Leo?"

"I can manage," he grumbled, although his voice was thick with queasiness and Jonah wasn't feeling very positive about that.

He jumped out of the car, before grabbing Leo's arm and throwing it around his neck, helping him out too. Wendy guided the way, skipping ahead and they stumbled forward, like a couple of zombies.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Leo let out another groan, squeezing Jon's arm, "wait... Shit, wait..." he leaned forward and Jonah squeezed his arms around him, as Leo gagged and brought up a thin splash of bile all over the gravel.

He dry heaved for another minute, while Wendy unlocked the door and turned up the A/C, disappearing inside.

"You're empty, love," Jonah sighed, ignoring the queasy churn of his own stomach, straightening up his boyfriend, "you're done."

"My belly hurts," Leo's voice sounded like he had chain smoked for 20 years. Jonah's heart squeezed in sympathy, he'd switch places with him if could.

"I know, I know. You'll be laying down soon and I can rub your tummy for you," he promised, causing the corner of Leo's lip to go up.

"My tummy, uh?"

"Shut up," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't keep the relief out of his voice, hearing his boyfriend sound like himself, "c'mon."

They finally stumbled inside the room and Jonah could've cried at Wendy's forethought of pulling the blankets off the bed, placing the ice bucket near the bedside table and a bunch of water bottles too.

He almost fell in the bed with Leo and the blonde curled up, hiding his face on the pillow. Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, circling the bed quietly and planting a kiss on top of Jonah's curls, since he was sitting on the bed.

"I left some dramamine on the bathroom sink. He can take it if he manages to keep water down at least for twenty minutes," she whispered, "my room with Vin is right next door, 202, just knock on the wall if you need anything."

"Thank you, Dee," Jonah whispered back and she shrugged, stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Leo let out a sigh, grabbing his wrist, "get in with me."

Jonah obeyed immediately, although he stayed over the covers, big spooning his boyfriend and letting out a worried sigh when Leo muffled a whine against the pillow as he was hugged from behind.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, lips meeting the top of Leo's head. The blonde groaned again.

"I'll answer in three hours," he squirmed, opening his jeans and grabbing Jonah's hand, planting it over his stomach. His abs were flat, more ripped than ever and Jonah carefully stroked over his queasy tummy.

#mywriting #leo wagner #motion sickness #car sickness #i kinda loved this scenario so maybe i'll write more in this 1 roadtrip?#let me know

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Dying? Let's Ignore It

Prompt by @zerokrox-blog with a little sprinkle from @doubleb11. Thanks for the ideas, I appreciate it! I hope you guys like it and please share your thoughts in the comments.

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Steve wakes up one day feeling awful. His head aches like it does when a migraine is coming on and his throat burns like he swallowed charcoal. Nevertheless, he had to get to work. He had three days of doubles scheduled due to Robin visiting her sick grandmother out of town and Keith being on vacation down in Florida. No one could work but him so he couldn’t call off. Plus, he’d been looking forward to the overtime pay.

He was on the knife’s edge of being kicked out by his parents and he needed to have enough cash to secure an apartment as soon as possible. They were scheduled to be home in a few weeks and Steve wanted to be gone by the time they were. Did he tell any of the Party this? Of course not, he was an adult who could take care of himself. No one had looked after him before and they weren’t going to start now.

So, he dragged himself out of bed and made sure to grab a pair of his infamous sunglasses on his way out the door. Steve knew they made him look douchey, the kids had said so enough times for him to get the point, but every light was too bright for his pounding headache to handle.

Even with the sunglasses and cough medicine, he didn’t feel any better throughout the day as he dealt with nagging customers and annoying kids. Steve was over the customer service and truly wanted to quit around the halfway mark of his shift. Mike and Lucas came in at one point to heckle Steve into renting them a rated-R movie and after that exchange, he was ever closer to quitting his job. Only a couple of days left though, he could make it.

When he got home, he chugged two bottles of water in an effort to “drown the sickness” and settled into bed for what he expected was going to be a restless night. He tossed and turned all night blowing his nose, hacking up his lungs, and feeling crummy in general. Around 2 AM, he felt like he was going to die but he still had two doubles to go and he was going to get that overtime check if it was the last thing he did.

He must’ve only gotten a few hours of sleep because the next day of work felt like torture and he would know. Even the Russians were more merciful than whatever illness he had. His head was still pounding, his muscles ached, and it hurt to expand his chest to breathe. He only made it through the work day because customers weren’t coming in and he was able to take a nap. Unfortunately for him, his nap became a sleepover at Family Video because he woke up at 4:30 AM and decided to stay there for his shift instead of potentially crashing on the way home. He would just be early to his next shift.

He didn’t take a shower or anything the next morning, just flipped the open sign and turned on the too bright lights. Several customers that day asked him if he was okay and if he needed a ride to the hospital. Steve declined every offer and pasted on a shaky smile. He didn’t have time to go to the hospital just to be admitted and lose the overtime money. He briefly considered calling Eddie for a ride to the hospital after close but it was kind of late and he was pretty sure he was Eddie’s least favorite member of the group. And like hell was he going to call Nancy for a ride. He would rather die than beg his ex-girlfriend to drive him to the hospital.

With a deep stuttering breath, he climbed into the car and took off for the hospital. On his way there, his hands trembled where he gripped the steering wheel of the Beemer and sweat formed droplets on his forehead. For the last several days, he’s tried to ignore his symptoms beyond chugging cough syrup by the bottle in order to complete his shifts. His body was ensuring that he couldn’t ignore it anymore with the way his chest flamed and his head threatened to explode.

The nurses quickly swarmed him the moment he stepped through the ER doors, a true testament to how shitty he was sure he looked. They didn’t even ask him any questions, just pushed him onto a gurney and pressed an oxygen mask to his face. The feeling of safety allowed him to close his eyes and rest even despite everyone yelling at him to wake up. They could wait just a minute while he rested his eyes…

When he opened his eyes, he was lying in a hospital bed. He was alone as always, without family to come visit him and not important enough to his friends for them to care. Steve let out a sigh as he laid back against the pillows. He doesn’t know why he expected any different because the situation was always the same.

Steve was well within his own self-loathing when the door to his hospital room burst open to reveal a frantic Eddie and a panting Wayne. Their faces were an eerie mixture of too pale and flushed red from exertion. Immediately upon seeing Steve awake, both men sagged in relief.

“What the fuck, Steve? Dude, the nurses made it seem like you were dying. They said that you’d been having symptoms for the past few days and ignored them which made them get a lot worse. You have pneumonia, man. There’s fluid in both of your lungs and if you waited any longer, your lung would’ve collapsed. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Eddie asked him, his hands were still shaking slightly even as he pulled them through the knots in his unruly hair.

Steve couldn’t even wrap his head around them being here, much less come up with an answer to his question. “Why are you here?”

Eddie looked vaguely offended at his question and opened his mouth but was interrupted by Wayne. “You put me down as yer emergency contact, kid. We were real worried when we got the call.”

“Yeah, we were worried but I’m also furious. Where have you been the past few days? You could’ve called me and I would’ve come over to take care of you or give you a ride to the doctor. What the fuck were you thinking, Steven?” Eddie asked him belligerently while waving his hands around as if to spread his anger.

“I’m always alone when I’m sick and it's not like anyone would have cared,” Steve murmured, too tired to give the argument his all.

“You fucking dumbass,” Eddie called him before being cuffed in the back of the head with a slap from Wayne. “Ow shit, I’m sorry. Of course we care, you fucker! You know how scared I was when we got the call from the hospital? We must’ve broken every speed limit around so we could be here with you a little sooner.”

Wayne sighed but supported his nephew’s explanation, albeit more gently. “Harrington, people care about you and hiding out when you’re sick ain’t helping no one.”

“Okay to be fair, I wasn’t hiding. I’ve been working 14 hour shifts for the past three days trying to make some money. I was just ignoring the symptoms until I could come here without missing work, which I did.” Steve defended.

They both gave him equally blank looks.

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard!” Dustin screamed from his position where he was eavesdropping in the doorway.

“Dustin-”

“No, Steve! We love you and if we had known you were sick, maybe it wouldn’t have gotten so bad! You should’ve told us that you were sick and you shouldn’t have ignored the symptoms just to go to work!” He yelled heatedly.

Steve went to talk but before he could say anything, Eddie sent him a close-lipped smile and pulled Dustin out of the room. Steve was left alone with Uncle Wayne. “I’m sorry, Wayne. I didn’t-”

The older man smacked him in the arm with his hat and settled into the uncomfortable seat beside his bed. “Stop apologizing, boy. This is on us. You may be bad at realizing how loved ya are but it’s on us to make it clear to ya. Next time we’ll have to keep a closer eye on ya to make sure you’re okay. We uh, we all love ya, kid.”

To this day, Steve will say the tears that formed in his eyes were due to the oxygen cannula tickling his nose. But that night when he fell asleep, he felt a little less sick and a lot more loved.

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ordonianhero · 2 months

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Rancher was frustrated as he woke from his second nap of the day. He kicked the sheets off and stumbled into where the others had gathered. A nice fire was going, Time and Warriors were looking over some maps in the cabin.

They had gone through the viciously, sickly, dark gate Sky had discovered the other day. They then were met with a massive rain storm. Which forced the hero’s to fight through with a few enemies on the other side. Nothing too intense. Other then the weather conditions didn’t make it easy either. Once the hoard was taken out, the group looked for shelter. When they came upon the traveler’s cabin.

Rancher and others were grateful for that. Rancher for gone trying to care how muddy he had gotten and just fell asleep on his bedroll the moment he got it down.

Now it’s a new day, the weather not letting up. Rancher tried doing a few things to help out, but as soon as he finished a task they were rather simple. He felt exhausted. Ending up sleeping for a good two hours. Hyrule was first to notice him awake and rushed to his side.

Rancher waved him away as he slumped his way to where war and Time was. “Did I miss anything?”

Warriors could see the tension on Twilight’s shoulders. “Not much, this Hyrule seems vast.” He voiced, looking at the rancher who was looking over the map.

Time took a brief look at his pup. Also noticing the rancher was holding his frustration in. He gently place a hand on the rancher’s neck and gave it a light squeeze. “Rest okay?”

The rancher just snorted. The way wolfie would do. Which Time took to mean “no”

“Seems like we are once again guided by shadow between timelines. Some of the names look recognizable, but this language is foreign to me.” The Ordonian spoke trying to avoid what was really bothering him.

“That is what I think we all came too. Though the Vet wouldn’t be shocked it his era.” The captain was quick to catch on. warriors knew the rancher would talk when he wanted too. For now he was focused on moving forward.

Wild came over with three bowls of pho. Which has some rich red meat in it. With only a hint of spice. The rancher just happily enjoy broth, as it warmed his body. The spice was just right. Before he started on the meat.

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After everyone seems to settle for the night, an extra log added to the fire. Time was still up sipping some tea that would help him rest. The storm pounding the cabin. He looked down where the ranch hand was laying. He could see the wheels turning in the youths mind.

He carefully carded his hand through their hair. Trying to ease them to sleep. “It’s okay. Rest.”

“What good am I right now? That fight was sloppy.”

“The weather really wasn’t any help. Also nobody here is judging your ability. Stop being so hard on yourself.” The old man gently spoke. His voice was soothing.

“Still hate it.” Sighed the rancher.

“No doubt.”

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Not sure what inspired me to write this. Um. Hope you like it.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #short fic #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #Lu everyone #content creation

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trivialbob · 3 months

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Today I feel ambitious. And hungry.

I woke up hours before sunrise and never looked back. For no particular reason, I was very hungry. As soon as I got dressed I made a terrific breakfast sandwich and a big mug of coffee.

After eating, I started laundry. Getting clothes cleaned, folded, and put away always makes me happy. It also made me hungry again. Before the rinse cycle finished, I prepared breakfast #2.

At sunrise, the dogs and I went to the airport dog park. There is no snow here now. White frost covered the grass. I thought it looked nice. I'll take winter any way I can get it.

We walked two miles. Oliver loves going to the park. However, he wasn't a fan of that second loop. With his hoarse-sounding bark and disdain for extended exercise, one might think he's a two pack a day smoker. He'll sleep the rest of the morning.

On the way home my filthy truck needed gas. More things that make me happy: a full tank of gas and a clean vehicle. Without thinking, I ordered a car wash code on the self-service pump. The dogs were still with me!

As I entered the bay of the automatic wash, the whining started. I overlooked that Ella HATES the car wash. Then I learned that little Sulley, on his first trip ever to a car wash, HATES it even more than Ella does. He tried to hide in the glove box, under my seat, under the passenger seat, and even in one of the cup holders. Had he not peed on every tree in the park earlier he might have done it in the truck. There was no way to speed up or cancel the wash.

When we got home all three dogs ran inside the house and stayed far away from me.

That walk had made me hungry again. Eating a third breakfast would be gross. So let's call it brunch. This time I ate some soup I had made and saved in the freezer some time ago.

Getting back to housework, I vacuumed inside the truck and washed off the nose prints that covered the rear windows. With clean windows the truck is remarkably bright inside.

Now the laundry is done. I cleaned more around the house. No joke, I'm getting a little excited to put my lunch dishes (meal #4) in the dishwasher, because it will then be full enough for me to start it.

At that point I'll be ready for a nap. My best naps happen when the dishwasher is running.

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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[19:52]

'89? I expected you to get more than this? You are the hope for this class.'

'I just think that you are too nerd for me, always sticking with books and not even pretty like other girls.'

'Can you do the assignment alone? I will be so busy because some matters. Please?'

'She is so dumb. Literally do what I said. Well, she is smart so she can do it alone. I'm too lazy anyway.'

'Come on child. I know you can give us a result that is better than this. Take a look at your brother and sister. They are the top student.'

Thoughts were crowding your mind. It started to give you headache. You were soaking yourself in a warm water inside the bathtub. Many things happen in your life and it made you tired.

Why does beauty standard exist? Why do you need very good result just to use it and flex to other people? Why people compare a person with another? Why people love to take advantages of others? Why can't you be yourself?

"Am I a robot?" You asked yourself as slowly and slowly you moved your back to drown.

"Or am I dumb?" You tilted your head and thinking about how you tried but can't refuse what people asked.

"I'm tired." You just want to rest. It's so exhausting when doing someone's favor and not do what you want.

You haven't got any sleep for four days. Thoughts were running inside your brain everytime you wanted to sleep. You can only nap for a while and then woke up again after half an hour.

The warm water had some effect on you. It made you relax and want to sleep forever. Without realising, your drooping eyes started to close and your body slowly drowning when your hands let go the hold on the bathtub.

Not even until five minutes, you felt yourself got pulled harshly from the bathtub. You coughed and let out the water that got through inside your mouth and nose.

"Are you crazy? What were you thinking?!!"

It was a male. A stranger that saved you. He put a towel to cover up your body and pulled you closer to hug you tightly.

"Don't scare me like that. I don't want to lose you."

Why is this man make you feel comfortable? He is literally a stranger and just trespassing your house. But, why was his worried expression look so sincere? You never see anyone in your life this concerning. Not even your parents. Without thinking more, you leaned your head to his shoulder enjoying the care he gives.

The male thought you were passing out and nearly become panic when he finally heard your snore.

You were sleeping. He took a last look at your tired face before sighing that you finally get a sleep that you really wanted these days.

"Sleep, baby. You deserve it."

< ------------- >

You sat yourself on the bed while rubbing gently your still tired eyes. Gosh, how long you have been sleep? You remembered last time you were at the bathroom with that good looking stranger and now you assumed this was his place because it is unfamiliar.

"How are you feeling? Still tired? You've been sleeping literally for three days. I was worried but then I figured out it must be because insomnia."

He went closer and sat in front of you. The heck? He smell so good and comforting. You stared at his face trying to remember every details of him. You let him caressed your hair and left some kisses on your face. Without noticing, your tears fell one by one.

You get love.

You feel it.

Not even your family bring this feeling.

"You must be hurting so much. I'm sorry for being late."

"Thank you."

That's the only thing you can say right now. It's too overwhelming but he kept you cool down.

"I'm here. I will always be here, y/n."

< ----------- >

You learned that his name is Jay and he also goes to same school like you but he's on different class. That explains why you never see him before.

Jay takes care of you and provide you almost everything. His presence made you forget other life that you were living. Your family, classmates, teachers and studies.

He admitted to you that he had stalked you for years and that time he saved you from drowning, it was also the time he stalked you. He felt weird when you took a very long time bathing and decided to break in because he was afraid something bad will happen. Thank god, he had a very good instict.

You didn't feel afraid of him after listening to that. Instead, you feel happy. Someone is here for you. You hugged him thanking him many times for loving you and for choosing you to be part of his life.

You didn't know how your act affects Jay so much. He is down really bad. He loves you so much and he will make sure to give everything to you to do everything for you if it makes you happy.

He will make sure those who made you suffered before will not get to live for the next day.

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ayo🧍‍♂️yeah as you can see it's a soft yandere😄i always make them kill and kill so lets tone it down a bit. hope this make you feel good

also, for everyone who is struggling right now🥺please dont give up please dont let people bring you down because you guys deserve to get a good life and happiness that you want..if there is no people say this, im gonna say it! you did a good job today🫂 thank you for exist thank you for not giving up. Alright see ya next time😙

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Arch Your Back (NSFW 18+)

A The Rose That Grew From Concrete Fic

AN: arch my back for Urban? You don't have to tell me twice 😏

This has to be one of my favorite Urban fics I’ve ever written so let’s get to it!

Synopsis: putting your boyfriend in "yoga positions" for a tik tok video only leads to him wanting to blow your back out

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Singer!Reader

Requested by my bby @blackenedsunflowers 😘💕 hope you like this!

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DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU AREN’T 18+

It had been awhile since you had seen your boyfriend since he had been on tour with Jack and you were on tour yourself. The Facetime calls just hadn't been cutting it and you found yourself a little sad and longing for his presence.

You were in Philly, and had three shows in a row. You were sleeping peacefully when you woke up and felt a pair of strong arms around you and had been up ever since not wanting to lose a minute with him even though you were exhausted.

As much as Urban was trying to get you to go back to sleep at least for another two hours, you weren't budging.

All you were currently concerned about was kissing him all over his face and playing in his curly hair.

"Babe, I'm not going anywhere. You can go back to sleep and I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

"No. I missed you too much and I know you won't be able to stay with me for a long period of time so I'm soaking this all in."

"Hmm, I know something else is probably soaked too but..."

Without warning you quickly got out of his embrace and straddled him making him smirk and grab a hold of your hips.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Take a nap because you're going to need it baby girl. Haven't seen you in a month and we goin multiple rounds and you're going to need all your energy. Go to sleep."

One thing that you admired about your boyfriend is the way that he truly cared about your well-being. Past relationships left a bad taste in your mouth. But Urban?

He was different.

A good different.

You let out a huff but complied as he flipped you to the side so that you could lay on his chest.

"Sweet dreams, my baby."

When you woke up, Urban was nowhere to be found leading you to roll your eyes at the empty spot on the bed next to you.

You snatched the comforter off of you and then went into the living room area of the suite in search of your boyfriend.

You spotted him stuffing a fry in his mouth and looked startled upon seeing you with your arms crossed.

"Urby..."

"Baby..."

"Did you get food without me?"

"Uhh no." He quickly answered before swallowing and coming over to you to kiss your forehead.

"Nuh uh. Are those McDonald's fries?!"

"Yours would have been cold!"

"You know that you always wake me up for food!"

"I'm about to make it up to you later."

Suddenly an idea popped into your head about a trend that was going around that you saw on tik tok and wanted to try it out on your boyfriend.

Urban knew that you did yoga as something to help calm your nerves from time to time so there was no reason that he wouldn't fall through your trap.

"Hold on a minute, babe."

You left Urban looking confused as you went to grab your phone.

Once you came back, you pulled up the app in order to get ready to record.

"Urby baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What you need mamas?"

"I found some new yoga positions to try and I want for you to try them out for me."

Urban got a confused look on his face at first before shrugging.

"Okay, babe. What's first?"

You tried not to laugh as you decided to put him in one of your favorite positions first.

"Okay, on all fours."

"Hmm, okay."

"Now arch your back."

"Like this?"

"Nope, more."

"How's this?"

You stifled a laugh before answering him.

"That looks good babe, but now reach your arms straight out and look back at me."

"Whaaa? Okay."

You wanted to laugh so bad, but decided against it.

"Okay now stand up for me."

"Mm hmm."

"Do a split."

"Babe, what? What makes you think I can do a split?"

"Come on Urbannnnn."

He rolled his eyes but listened to your directions.

Once he finally got down there, he looked up at you to see what he had to do next.

"Now, bounce up and down."

"Y/N, what kind of yoga move is this?"

"I forget what it's called. Now one more."

"Let's hear it."

"Lay on your back and hold your legs in the air."

"These positions don't sound right but okay."

"Now, spread your legs."

"More."

"More?"

"More!"

"Got damn."

"Perfect!"

You now busted out laughing not being able to contain it anymore. The camera was still going as Urban put his legs down and looked at you confused.

"Baby? Thank you."

"Anything for you mamas now why are you laughing?"

"None of those positions seemed to be familiar to you?"

"No, I don't do yoga?" He answered you as if it was a question.

"Oh, but you can use those as sex positions for your girlfriend?"

Urban's eyes suddenly went wide before looking at you in disbelief.

"Babeeee!"

"What!?! Those just happen to be my favorite ones that you put me in."

"You know what mamas?"

"Yes?"

"Turn the camera off."

"Wait, what?"

"NOW."

Urban then grabbed a hold of you and roughly kissed you sending your body into a frenzy.

"Alright mamas. Since you like to play games we're doing every single position that you put me in earlier. Imma blow your fucking back out."

"Hmm, what's first?"

"I shouldn't have to even tell you. Get on your knees and arch your back."

You weren't wearing anything other than one of Urban's shirts so once you peeled that off of you there was nothing but easy access forgetting you added yet another piercing which quickly caught Urban's attention.

"Babe!"

You forgot to mention that you got bored a few weeks ago and went to get your nipples pierced knowing that they would send Urban over the edge.

"You like them I take it?"

Urban then reached down to take one of them in his mouth and then gave the same attention to the other one making you become breathless.

"Damn mamas I'm about to have fun with these. But for now I'm going to need for you to get on that bed and get into my favorite position."

You smirked and took your slow sweet time walking in front of Urban.

Once you were back in the bedroom, you slowly approached the bed before placing your palms on it and leaning forward.

As you climbed higher, you could feel your juices starting to cascade down your thighs and you were giving Urban the perfect view instantly making his mouth water.

"Fuck, baby."

By this time, Urban's clothes had been long forgotten and he was waiting for you to get to the top of the bed.

"Nuh uh mamas. Stretch those arms out in front of you. Don't act brand new."

He stroked himself a few times as he was admiring you and you did as you were told.

You felt two fingers slide in you without warning.

"Urby, I want your dick, not your fingers."

"Patience, baby. Let me admire this pussy and take it all in."

Not even a minute later you felt him slide into you and you immediately clenched around him.

"Shit, baby you feel amazing, but if you keep clenching me like that I know I won't last long."

"Sure you will. Mm, faster baby."

"I literally just slid into you. Give me a second and what I tell you about being patient? I know you missed me, but damn."

"Less talking and more movement please."

"I'm really about to tear your ass up."

Urban then increased his pace and was now pounding into you and you began to grab anything and everything near you to keep yourself anchored.

All that consisted of was bed sheets and pillows.

"Fuckkkkkk."

"I know you not trying to run from me mamas. You wanted me to go faster and you can't even take the shit?"

"Oh, shit. Ohhh, shit."

"Come on baby. That's my good girl. Fucking take it."

"You like when I take you like this mamas?"

"Mm, yesssss."

Urban then reached down to massage circles on your clit which he also noticed now had jewelry dangling from it.

You forgot about that one too.

"You been acting out since I've last seen you huh?"

You quickly shook your head no as you felt the familiar pressure build in your lower stomach.

"No, I haven't." You responded while trying to catch your breath.

With your new piercing, the increase in pleasure was out of this world.

"Oh, fuck. Babe, I..."

"I'm not about to slow down if that's what you were about to ask me."

Urban then increased his pace and him rubbing your clit sent you over the edge. All that could be heard was you letting out an ear piercing scream and squirting all over him and him releasing in you at the same time.

"Damn, did I just make you squirt?"

You were still out of breath, but Urban gave you a few seconds to recover so that you would be able to answer him.

"Hmm, shut up."

After you came the first time, Urban slid out of you and quickly flipped the both of you over.

Urban was now laying underneath you with his hands resting behind his head.

"You know what's next baby."

You had a look of confusion as you were still trying to come down from your high.

"I'm waiting for you to ride me."

"My legs..."

"Hmm, don't think I asked you that nor do I care."

As Urban answered you, he thrusted up into you and you placed your hands on his stomach.

One wrong move, Urban was going to slip out of you because of how wet you were.

"Damn, baby. It's like a slip n slide. I got you this wet?"

"Hmm yesss." You answered him as you increased your pace and he reached up to place one of your pierced nipples in his mouth and sucking.

You then wrapped your arms around Urban's neck and you knew you were getting close once again.

"Baby, I'm about to..."

"I know, me too. Come on mamas."

Urban then met you halfway and with three more thrusts, you came all over him.

Without giving you a chance to recover, he flipped you over and immediately slipped into you.

“Urb, baby. I..”

“Nah, mamas. Don’t tell me you can’t take it because you can. You can give me one more mamas. Come on.”

One thing about you is that you weren’t a quitter and you were going to see this all the way through.

You thought about how you needed and wanted to soak in all of this time with your boyfriend since you didn’t know the next time that you would see him. As sad as that made you, you pushed it to the back of your mind to focus on the task at hand.

“Urbannnn. I...”

“I can tell you’re almost there. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”

“Deeper, babe.”

“Oh, little miss who says she couldn’t take me anymore wants me to go deeper?”

“Yesss!”

“As you wish baby.”

You then wrapped your legs around Urban to bring him closer into you to get a better angle.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

And that was all she wrote.

You squirted all over him again and a mix of that along with his cum was now splattered across his stomach.

“Damn, two for two. I just need to figure out how I got you to squirt.”

“Well, we have a few days, don’t we?” You asked as you sat up and licked a trail of Urban’s cum off of his stomach before leaning up to kiss him making him instantly get hard again.

You already knew what that meant.

“We do and fuck that was hot. So, imma need for you to sit on my face, NOW.”

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