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pennamepersona · 2 months
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the thing that finally let me understand wyll was seeing a couple posts about how he's like. unfazed in the beginning. this is normal to him
very "the day you were taken by the nautiloid was the worst day of your life. for the blade of frontiers, it was tuesday"
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povlnfour · 4 months
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ SECRET LOVE SONG (CL16)
pairing: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader
summary: an anonymous account starts posting photos found on a private account supposedly belonging to f1 superstar charles leclerc. as the photos start circulating, an unknown face joins the picture that leads to speculation charles has a girlfriend he’s been hiding.
*faceclaim: seo soojin, but please imagine her as you see fit
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anonymousf1 post dated 23.06.22, captioned ‘shirtless season in full swing’
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user UM. IS THAT CHARLES???
user wait we’ve never seen these photos before right?
user @/user nope don’t recognise them? could be wrong but
user check the bio on the account they’ve all come from an account called see.el.sixteen ? CL16??
user whilst i don’t support leaking people’s private accounts… thank u for these beautiful photos
user @/user i just want to know who took them
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anonymousf1 post dated 28.12.22, captioned ‘day 1 - day 2 - day 3’
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user i know these are being leaked but i’m giggling over how simple his caption is
user HES SO BOYF CODED HOW IS THIS MAN NOT TAKEN
user hating the method loving that we’re actually getting charles content
user @/user IKR PHOTOS FREE FROM THAT FILTER
user gonna be that person and say i’m eating this content up
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anonymousf1 post dated 04.08.23, captioned ‘caught’
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user who is he looking at with so much love
user i need to know who took these bc the way he’s looking at them…
user all this boyfriend content,,, not so sure this man is single anymore
user WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY
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anonymousf1 post dated 03.02.23, captioned ‘in between study sessions’
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user WHO IS THAT
user UM
user THE MESSAGE ON THE HAND??? DID SHE DRAW THAT??? IS HE TAKEN??? IM SO LOST
user first photo and how pretty he looks distracting me from the fact he poSTED A GIRL?
user heyyy admin post a clearer one so i can see her
user @/user literally i wanna see how cute she is
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anonymousf1 post dated 12.05.23, captioned ‘❤️’
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user IS THAT HER?
user oh my god she’s HOT
user THE SINGLE RED HEART. IM READING INTO IT.
user wait she’s so pretty
user THE POLAROIDS WITH THE DRAWINGS ON THEM☹️☹️☹️
user so this is charles’ girlfriend?
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user oh so it’s been going on for a YEAR???
user trying to pretend i’m not reading into them laying that close in swimwear
user oh so this is definitely his girlfriend huh
user heartbroken bc he’s off the market, ecstatic bc he’s happy
user @/user until he learns his entire private account is now on the internet
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anonymousf1 post dated 19.09.23, captioned ‘singapore your sights are perfect’
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user THE CAPTION — HE MEANS HER☹️
user i love watching the likes go up with every post
user THATS DEFINITELY HIS SHIRT TOO
user we don’t have confirmation they’re dating but i’m taking This as confirmation that they’re dating
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user oh. Oh.
user SWEET GIRL☹️☹️☹️☹️
user i know i’m here for charles… but i’m absolutely obsessed with her
user DOES ANYONE KNOW HER INSTAGRAM
user @/user I THINK THIS IS HER ??? @/yourusername
user @/user DAMN SHES PRIVATE BUT THE ICON IS DEFINITELY HER
user @/user at least we know her name is y/n
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anonymousf1 post dated 19.10.23, captioned ‘3 years with you. hoping for 30. and more if you’ll let me’
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user THREE WHOLE YEARS??? HES HIDDEN HER FROM US FOR T H R E E YEARS?!?!?
user oh my god it’s official. they’re actually together
user THE SECOND PHOTO THEY ARE SO CUTE HELLO
user y/n is mother already
user i want to pinch her cheeks but also slam my head on a table
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charles_leclerc secrets out i guess. not the way i wanted it to happen but glad i can finally show you off. mine forever❤️
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user HE MADE IT OFFICIAL OHHHH HE LOVES HER
user sorry your privacy was invaded king but thanks for giving me a new woman to obsess over
landonorris finally i can stop editing y/n out of the photos i take
user MY FAVOURITE COUPLE ALREADY
user @/yourusername go public so i can cry over how pretty you are pls
yourusername @/user 🤭 bet
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yourusername privacy is sexy but so are you
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user MOTHER.
user THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CHARLES CONTENT
user 10/10 recommend stalking her account guys she posts the best charles pictures
user MA’AM THANK YOU FOR LETTING US IN IVE WANTED TO SCREAM ABOUT HOW HOT YOU ARE FOR FOREVER
charles_leclerc always been a woman of few words. love you baby❤️
yourusername @/charles_leclerc i love you more
charles_leclerc @/yourusername you’ll have to fight me on it
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a/n:
first quick charles post bc this idea came to me last night and i wanted to make it happen <<33 there will be a proper au for him later in the week (just need to edit all 5k+ words) but for now ta da
as always, let me know your thoughts!!! and it goes without saying,,, privacy IS sexy, don’t leak people’s photos unless it’s in social media au form <<33
- giselle xx
taglist (found here): @sunflower-golden-vol6 @six-call @skatingiswalkingincursive @peqch-pie @m0cha-bunny @ironmaiden1313 @champagnelovers101 @alessioayla @hobiismyhopeu @mingkyungseokie
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that-sarcastic-writer · 7 months
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A Love Game
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DI!Single!Dad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader
Summary: You hear a glimpse of Leon's relationship with his daughter. And later he makes you a proposal you just can't refuse
Warnings: mild sexual content, still minors dni, brief phone sex, allusions to sex, Leon has a mouth on his as always, bit of soft!dom leon, mostly Leon being a soft dad on this one, foul language (as always), no use of y/n
WC: 3k
A/N: so I'm totally in love with this dynamic! And yalls support was insane. I literally wrote two separate drafts of a continuation of these two and whichever I finished first was gonna be posted, so the light smut one won bc I'm tired atm and didn't feel like sitting in front of my computer for 6 hours🙃 so this short part will have a second part to it with full spicy time. And another standalone part with these two (coffee and other things) having some more spicy time is also in the works, so stay tuned. Besitos <3
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Leon blinked slowly, his eyes now starting to grow sore from staring at the bright computer screen for so long. But he just hadn't had time to finish this stupid report. Sure, he has had two whole days to get it done, but with a tiny human clinging to his arm every waking minute, it was a bit more complicated than he thought. But he couldn't possibly ignore his little girl when he barely had the time to be with her without having to worry about stopping some mad scientist with too much time in their hands. He didn't mind though. His little girl was more important than anything else. 
Still, he took advantage of the little window of time he had now. He had given Isabella dinner a little over an hour ago. Then left her in the dining room to finish her homework. She had always been a smart girl, responsible with her homework, she never fussed when he asked her to do it, so it didn't worry him in the slightest to leave her to do her own thing. She tended to get distracted when he was around anyway. 
Though, maybe an hour had gone by when he heard tiny feet pad bare through the wood floors and he saw a mess of chocolate brown strands sticking from its bun peek above his computer screen. He slowly lowered the screen until it was almost shut and he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes that were a replica of his own. He raised an eyebrow at her. 
"Daddy." She took a step closer to him, her eyes big like she wanted to ask him something. 
Leon sat up fully, setting his laptop aside and nodded at her, giving her his full attention now. "What's up bee?" 
"Can I.. uhm.. I can play with your switch now?" She asked, dark lashes batting as she fiddled with her hands. As if she had to give him puppy dog eyes for him to say yes. He kept his face serious though. 
"You wanna play on my switch?" She nodded. He ran his fingers over his light stubble as if he was thinking real hard, he pursed his lips in thought. "I dunno hun, did you finish your homework?" 
"How did you know I had homework?" She asked with an adorable frown on her face, it took Leon all of his willpower not to break then. 
"Well I do now." He slipped a smile and she pouted. He couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl. He took her in his arms and sat her on his lap. "Well I knew before. Wanna know how?" 
Her head perked up. "How?" 
Leon leaned into her ear with a smile, "'Cause dads know everything about their little girls." He pressed a kiss to the side of her hair and set her back on her feet. "But yeah, Miss Pretty Teacher told me." 
"That's cheating!" She whipped her head around with a gasp and glared at him. He again couldn't hide his laugh. 
"Yeah alright, you caught me," he raised his hands up at her in surrender. "You can play on the switch for a bit. Do you remember how to turn it on?" 
Izzy proudly nodded and skipped over to the large TV hooked up to the living room. The TV had been on, nothing playing, but just on, since Leon had intended to play some white noise in the background but never actually loaded up anything. He switched to the right input as he watched Izzy turn on the Switch. It took her a second to remember how, but she was happily skipping back to the couch with the controllers as the loading screen came up before Leon could get up to help. He shook his head to himself, but he puffed out a breath when Izzy jumped on his lap, rather hard, the little girl giggling when he groaned. 
"Jesus Christ, when did you get so big?" He chuckled, fixing her on his lap so she wouldn't fall and watched as she scrolled through the games until she found Mario Kart. 
"I turned seven in October, remember?" She piped up, genuinely reminding him of such an important date, as if he would ever forget. He nodded. 
"I know, Izzy. I took you to Dave and Busters with Amara, remember?" 
"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That was fun. We should go again sometime! Please daddy?" She turned her head to look at him with this smile on her face and her big blue eyes. 
God, what did he ever do to deserve this kid? 
He pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. 
"'Course. I'll talk to Amara's mom, okay?" 
He watched as Izzy excitedly nodded and cheered happily before she got lost in the game in front of her. He didn't mind her having screen time. It wasn't like she had an iPad glued to her face twenty-four-seven. He let her play once or twice a week, and maybe a third if he was feeling like playing with her. And she was more than happy to spend that time with her dad. 
Tonight he wasn't really feeling playing, so he watched her do her best. To her, she was the biggest winner there ever was, throwing turtle shells and bombs at practically nothing and hitting the wall with every curve, but she had fun with it, so he let her be, cheering her on whenever she finished a race, even if it was in ninth or eighth place. 
Maybe thirty minutes had passed when he felt his phone buzz beside him. He took his eyes away from the colorful screen to look at his phone. It lit up with a text, and his smile grew wide at the name. 
My pretty teacher. 
He grabbed his phone and quickly opened the conversation. You had been texting back and forth all day, for days now, after what he considered a perfect first date, but he just hadn't gotten around to match your schedule to plan another date. So you had resorted to texting and maybe calling once here and there. But God, he was really missing you right about now.
My pretty teacher: sorry, I went to dinner with my mom and sister. And I just got home. Hru? 
He bit his lip as he attempted to type into his phone one handed. 
Me: It's fine. I'm ok. With izzy. 
My pretty teacher: awww🥰 
Me: Can you call? I'm texting with one hand at the moment. 
You saw the message, and he could see the three text bubbles appear and disappear. Until they didn't come back. He mentally grimaced at himself, maybe the idea of talking to him while Isabella was there made you uncomfortable? Shit. He hadn't thought about that. Christ, he hadn't dated in so long he had forgotten that being a single dad wasn't exactly the biggest turn on. No matter how much one liked kids. 
His anxiety riddled brain stopped racing when he saw your contact name pop up on his screen as his phone started ringing. He grinned to himself. He glanced at Izzy— her full attention was still on her game, he shrugged and answered the call. He set his phone down, still having one ear bud in from when he was working on his laptop. 
"Hey Miss." He spoke first, his heart racing in his chest a bit. 
"Hi Leon." He could hear the smile in your voice. That shy smile he thought was the prettiest thing. 
"You busy?" He asked, still a bit worried he was interrupting you in the middle of something. Though the indistinct sound of TV playing in the background let him know that maybe you weren't that busy. 
"Not really. I got home a little bit ago so I was just about to run myself a bath." You answered, walking back and forth between your bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. "You?"
Leon tried his hardest not to think about your words too much. Not right now. 
"Nah. Just watching Izzy play on my switch. She's kicking ass in Mario Kart." He heard you blurt out a giggle, which made him chuckle, but what made him actually laugh was Izzy shooting him a frown over her shoulder. 
"Daddy, that's a no-no word." 
Leon snapped his head down at Izzy and he frowned, not sure if he heard her correctly, "What's that bee?" 
"I said that's a bad word."
"What is?" 
"Ass." 
Leon almost snorted at the way she said the word. With a frown and her lips pursed. He didn't care if she said bad words or not. He sure as hell said them all the time, but he encouraged her not to repeat what he said, in front of other people, at least. He narrowed his eyes at her. 
"So don't say it. I'm an adult. I can say them." When she kept looking at him, he placed a hand on top of her head and —gently— turned her head back towards the TV screen, despite her protest. "Keep playing your game, Isabella. Or you can't sit on my lap anymore." 
All Leon could hear was you attempting to muffle your laughter, but he could hear your giggles loud and clear. He only rolled his eyes, but he had a tiny smile of his own. 
"C'mon don't laugh, being a parent is hard. Are you the one teaching her this no-no bull— B.S?" He caught himself, closing his eyes when you laughed even more, now not even bothering to hide it. 
"I have to! I have a swear jar, I'm sorry. I gotta set an example." 
He actually laughed at this, remembering the mouth you had on you when he had you on his bed. 
"Yeah, well, you weren't so pure and innocent when you were screaming—" He caught himself again, his own eyes widening when he remembered Isabella was right there and he sighed out softly. "Give me an hour and I'll give you the answer you deserve, Miss." 
You stayed quiet for a second, not because he offended you, but because you needed a second to breathe and control the heat that flashed between your legs at his insinuation. You exhaled deeply before responding. 
"You're what again? Playing Switch with Izzy? 
Leon hummed in response. "She is. She's sitting on my lap so I'm being forced to watch." 
"I'm not forcing you!"
"On your game, Isabella. Stop listening to my conversation." 
"Does she have her own Switch or something?" You asked, now sitting on the edge of your bathtub as hot water poured from the faucet. 
"No. It's my Switch. But I leave it in the living room so she can play sometimes." He answered you with a shrug you obviously couldn't see. 
You chuckled softly, "How old are you again?" 
"Thirty-eight, but that's besides the point. I barely have time to use the thing. I mostly bought it for Izzy." He wasn't lying— entirely. He sometimes played, late at night by himself when he wanted to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey. He would choose to play a game to blow off steam instead of getting drunk with his little girl sleeping in the next room or passing out drunk at some shitty bar. 
"I'm very convinced by that." You snorted, making him sigh out at you.
"Hmph. Whatever. You wouldn't understand how cathartic throwing green turtle shells at tiny cars can be." 
"Oh I bet." 
"Daddy?" You heard Isabella's voice through the phone and your heart warmed.
Leon looked down at Izzy, "Yeah?" 
"Who are you talking to?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her very glorious race tournament now over and her attention was on him. 
He heard you go silent, most likely having heard the little girl and he sighed out, his eyes landing up on the ceiling for a second as he thought of his answer. 
"Just a friend, bee." He ultimately decided on that answer. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being with you, not at all, but Izzy was still young, and even he knew there had to be a proper introduction of you outside of your teacher role. He actually wanted to do this the right way.
"You fuck my brains out last week and I'm just a friend now?" He heard you comment in his ear and he groaned out. 
"C'mon, that's not fair." He leaned back into the couch, his forearm over his eyes now as he basically had two women all over him, pressing him with way too many questions for his liking. 
"I'm just giving you a hard time, Leon. I get it." There was humor in your voice, lightheartedness and even though he couldn't see you, he had a feeling you had that gentle smile on your lips. That eased the pressure on his chest. 
"Listen sweetheart, it's almost Izzy's bedtime," His eyes were on Izzy now, and with his eyes he was nudging at her to start wrapping up her game. She pouted, but didn't otherwise fuss. "Call you in an hour?" 
You both had this dumb, lovesick smile on your face, if only you could see the other.
"I'll be up."
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The warm water, the foaming body wash and the intoxicating smell of your favorite candle had done wonders to relax you. When you left the bathtub you felt like a whole new person. Though there still this tug of butterflies in your stomach as you anxiously waited for Leon to call you. 
You sat on the edge of the tub, warm and fluffy robe wrapped around your naked body as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media for a little while before you decided to check out for the night. You nearly slipped right off the tile when your phone buzzed and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. 
"Hey, sorry about, y’know, earlier. Izzy and I are like that." You smiled at the sound of Leon's voice, now a bit hushed but more relaxed and carefree, like he now could say whatever the fuck he wanted. 
"It's okay. It was cute, hearing how you talk to her. You're sweet." You smiled to yourself, and you could hear him breathe out a soft laugh, most likely a bit flustered by your words, but he otherwise didn't show it. "You put her to sleep though?" 
"Yeah, I stayed with her 'til she fell asleep. I'm in my bedroom now, about to take a shower." He said the words slowly, with purpose, like he wanted you to think about it like he had been thinking about you, taking that bath. "So, you take your bath yet?" 
"Yeah, it was nice. I definitely needed it. I could've used some company though." You bit your lip, testing his reaction. There was silence, then he hummed. 
"Yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to hum in agreement, your legs instinctively closing as you tried to soothe the ache between your thighs. "I'm sure you could've. Would've been nice to have someone hold you, right? Have someone leave kisses on your wet skin, say how good you're doing while getting your pretty pussy fingered?" 
You couldn't hold back the moan that left your throat at his words, and your free hand instantly traveled down, stopping at your belly. 
"Oh, that's a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. Fuck, you're already moaning for me and I'm not even there to give you a reason." He exhaled out a chuckle, his hardening cock starting to press against his sweatpants. 
"Fuck, I really wish you were here." You sighed out, your hand itching closer towards your already wet cunt, but you knew it wasn't your touch you ached for. It was Leon's. 
"Yeah? Why's that?" 
You whined softly, your phone almost slipping off your grip as your head fell to the side. "Leon…" 
"Tell me." 
"Because… I really, really, need you to touch me, hold me, ugh— I just need you to fuck me, Leon." 
Leon clenched his fist as his side, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listened to your desperate words, and the sound shot straight to his cock. Fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't need you, too. 
"Goddamn baby," He grunted softly, his hand now brushing the front of his sweats, where his cock strained against the material, and he tried to muffle the sound between his teeth, but you heard it anyway. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been wanting to ruin that pussy of yours again. It's actually driving me crazy." 
You shuddered, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. "I really want to see you too, baby." 
Leon closed his eyes, biting his lip raw as he thought fuck it. He could explain in the morning. 
"Fuck it, just fuck it. Wanna take the drive here? I swear I'll give you exactly what you need and it'll be so worth it." 
You'd like to think you were a rational person, you always thought things through twice, three times if necessary. You didn't take risks, much less acted in a way that could be considered immoral, but for Leon? Fuck, for that man you would become the biggest whore in this world if it meant he would take you just one more time. 
"Be there in thirty." 
Fuck it. 
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Sneak peek of A Love Game Part II, coming soon
His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 
"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?"
Stay tuned for upcoming parts lovelies. Besitos<3
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letstripdotcom · 1 month
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9:00am- matt sturniolo x fem!reader
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summary: it took a while for you to get used to matt. he was hard to read and could come off as mean. once you got to know him you guys started to become friends. after a long night out matt falls asleep in your bed.
warnings: smut bc you already knowwww
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“y/n this is matt, matt this is y/n” my best friend nick explains. from what i heard, matt was a pretty cool person and i i was excited to meet him. “hey nice to meet you” i said cheerfully
“hey” he said flatly, giving me a flat smile. he walked off into the kitchen as nick and i got situated on the couch. that was rude. i thought to myself. matt definitely didn’t seem like the person nick had told me about.
after a while, matt had got situated on the couch with us and helped us pick out a movie. once we finally decided on a movie we all liked, we turned of the lights and got comfortable. matt sat on the other end of the couch and i cuddled up next to nick.
after the movie ended we were all hungry. we eventually decided on ihop, since it was the only thing open at this hour of the night. “i’ll drive.” i offered, getting my keys off the hook.
when we got to ihop i found myself trying to make small talk with matt, trying to see the side of him his triplet brothers saw. i eventually gave up on the conversation, feeling it was very one sided. we ate our food in almost pure silence, then left.
“i’m tired so i’m gonna head home. goodnight guys.” i said as we pulled into the driveway. i dropped the boys off and drove home. the whole drive all i could think about was the way matt acted. he definitely wasn’t the sweet guy i heard about.
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i hung around matt more often, trying to figure him out, but almost seemed impossible. when i would go somewhere with him and his brothers, he would sit quietly and let them do the talking. conversations with him were almost impossible, because he would try to cut them as short as possible
one day i’m particular, you felt like you needed to know more about matt, and why acted the way he did towards you. you thought out what you were gonna say as you sat on the triplets couch.
“hey matt can we talk for a sec?” you whispered, trying to not be a distraction from the movie that was currently playing. “uh- yeah- i- sure” he stuttered, being caught off by your question. you guys got up and went into the kitchen.
you sighed, and decided to just rip off the bandaid. “is there a reason you don’t like me, or…?” you spoke. “what?” he asked. “i don’t know nick just tells me how sweet you are and all so i just get the feeling you don’t like me” he soaked in my words.
“i don’t not like you, it’s just hard” he paused “ you know, meeting new people, it’s hard to- i don’t know” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “sorry” he muttered.
“hey no it’s okay” i said reassuringly. “i didn’t mean to come at you like that. i guess i was just upset.” he smiled at me softly. “you’re cool, y/n and i would like to be your friend.” “yeah of course” i said semi-cheerfully. we went back to the couch and continued the movie.
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after that day me and matt became much closer. we talked more often and we found out we actually had a lot in common. we both liked to read and write. we had the same music taste, and we disliked the same people.
one night, me and the triplets sat out by my pool and just talked. hours passed as we changed subjects, talking about life, friends, dreams, and anything you could imagine. “ok ladies i’m going to bed.” nick announced.
shortly after, chris got up too. “i actually have somewhere to be, so see you never” neither of us questioned where he might be going at three in the morning, and we continued our conversation.
“hey i’m hungry, wanna hit up ihop?” matt asked. “i’m so glad you said something because i’m starving.” we got in matt’s car and made the drive towards the restaurant. the whole way there was a blast. we blared music through the speakers and laughed about whatever.
we sat in the empty ihop for about an hour, laughing at the dumbest things before we decided the employees were tired of us. we went out to matt’s car and talked for another hour and a half in the ihop parking lot. we eventually got tired and drove back to mine.
we went up to my room, walking quietly past where nick was sleeping in the living room. “wow chris has been gone for a while” i pointed out. “yeah” matt sighed. we talked some more, the time now almost 6 in the morning. i looked at my phone then i looked over at matt who was passed out in my bed. i didn’t bother to move him so i just closed my eyes and went to bed.
at about 7 in the morning i woke up to feel matt’s arms snaked around my waist. i felt a strong sense of comfort like this, but his breathing on my neck made me slightly nervous.
without knowing i fell back asleep, and woke up at around 9, matt’s arms still around me. this time something was a little strange. i adjusted my position slightly, making me feel matt’s hard on. fuck. i sighed trying to go back to sleep and ignore it, but i could tell matt started to wake up.
“you okay matt?” i muttered, half asleep. he groaned and started to grind his hips into my ass, turning me on a little. “fuck y/n please” he whined. “please what?” i teased.
“m’ so hard” he whined “i need you” he placed his hands on my hips and grinded into me harder. “fuckkk feels so good” he whined. even tho i could probably get off to the sounds he was making alone, i decided to do something more.
i turned over, and pulled away, making him whine at the loss of contact. he looked at me with desperate eyes. “do you trust me?” i asked. “mhmm” he nodded frantically.
i threw one leg over him to where i was sitting on his lap. i pulled down his pants and boxers, just enough to release his dick. i took it in my hand and gave it a good squeeze, making him moan. i pumped it up and down a few times.
i then stood up and discarded of the clothes on my bottom half. i sat back down to the position i was in before. i rubbed him up and down my folds. he whined desperately under me. “let me fuck you” he pleaded.
“okay” i said, turning over as we switched positions. he was now on top as i lied under him. he placed sloppy kisses on my collar bone and chest.
he reached down and his thumb came in contact with my clit. he rubbed to slowly in circles. i moaned and threw my head back into the bed. he hit the sweet spot, making me squirm. when he noticed my actions, he rubbed that spot repeatedly til i came.
“fuck so pretty” he sighed, removing my shirt and bra. “ i wanna see all of you when i’m fucking you” he smirked.
without warning, he started to push into me. he gave me time to adjust before ramming into me forcefuly “fuck mattt, someone’s needy” i joked. he didn’t reply and just continued fucking into me.
he got so deep at one point that you can see it poking my stomach. “fuck matt just like that” i yelled, disregarding everyone sleeping downstairs. i gripped his back with my nails, slightly drawing blood.
“fuckkk- feels s-so good. i can feel you clenching pretty girl” he groaned “taking me so well.” i could hear his words forever. he looked down seeing my fucked out expression. “you doing okay baby?” i tried to come up words to answer his question. “mhmmm” is all i could say. he smiled at me and tucked a loose hair behind my hair.
he thrusted a few more times before i reached my orgasm. i breathed heavily, and raked my nails dow on his back, leaving bloody scratches all the way down. “cumming matt f-fuck” i managed to say as i came.
his orgasm wasn’t far behind. his thrusts started to become more sloppy. he whined and his face twisted as he came inside of me. he pulled out, the both of us breathing heavy. “good morning” he smiled. i rolled my eyes and laughed. “sorry bout your back”
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a/n- the end sucks but i liked the majority of it😍
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kennedyswhore · 6 months
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FAMILY LIFE WITH LEON KENNEDY!⠀
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🗯. FEATURING: girl dad!leon x afab!reader SYNOPSIS: headcanons of leon experiencing fatherhood (bc capcom won’t let him) WORD COUNT: 2.7k STICKY NOTE: he holds my heart and has me wrapped around his finger!!!
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WHEN LEON FIRST HEARS YOU ASK HIM TO START A FAMILY WITH YOU, the two of you sit quietly at the dinner table, his face faintly flushed a warm shade of red. He hesitates only for a moment, tapping his silverware idly against the table. You stare up at him expectantly, and with a deep breath, then a trip and stumble over his own words, he replies, I— I’d... Yeah. I’d consider it, yes, definitely. I would love to.
Honestly, he’s already considered the idea numerous times, he just never assumed it would actually end up coming to fruition. From the day he married you, and from the moment you took his last name, he thought he’d love to settle down with you, to raise a family and grow old alongside you. But, he assumed it was just wishful thinking, just a pleasant dream to fantasize from time to time— how would someone like him ever be lucky enough to live that kind of life?
Well, it seems like he is that lucky, and when it comes to raising a family with the person who makes him feel genuinely alive, with you, he couldn’t be any happier.
LEON WOULD BE LYING IF HE TRIED TO SAY HE WASN’T NERVOUS. Actually, he tries his damn hardest to make you believe that he isn’t, but you can see through him better than he thinks you can. In reality, he’s terrified. He has no idea how he’s supposed to raise a child, hell, he was hardly raised himself. What if he screws this up? What if he was never cut out for this, to be a father? Will his children meet the same fate? Will he have them one second and lose them the next? How will he be a pillar of strength? How can he tell them it’s okay to live as long as it’s not them who’s dead? How can he help them grieve when he’s always grieving himself?
Thankfully, you’re there to reassure him, to let him know that you’re a team. The both of you can do this, together, and even if you mess up, everything will work out in the end. You know it will. And when he knows that you’re there to help him, Leon feels a whole lot better. 
He spends his free time reading parenting books to make sure he’s prepared. He checked out every single one he could get his hands on at the library. During your late night conversations, he tells you some of the useful things he learned from them, too. You’re not sure if they’re all that necessary, but you can’t help but admire his enthusiasm. 
HE WORKS ON HIS DRINKING HABITS. Throughout his life, Leon has known only one way to cope— and honestly, it’s not like he’s proud of what he’s doing. He’s just trying to escape from the pain of the gnawing thoughts by drinking himself into oblivion. But this was the final push he needed to never drown his thoughts in alcohol again.
WHEN IT COMES TIME, HE HELPS YOU DECORATE YOUR SPARE BEDROOM TO PERFECTION. You paint the walls together, Leon reaching up to get the spots you can’t reach. You smear some paint on this focused face when he isn’t paying attention. The both of you get distracted, until your faces, hands, and clothes end up covered in more paint than what you were able to get on the walls. Leon tugs you in by the waist, placing a deep, tender kiss on your lips, before softly whispering, I’m so excited, sweetheart. We’re gonna make the best parents, I know it.  
You and Leon pick out everything you need— a crib, blankets, stuffed animals, pacifiers. In the time since you’ve been married, you’ve become familiar with his real side, how his humoristic act is just a mask to keep himself sane (if you think you’re free from horrendous jokes, no. He specifically keeps the dumbest ones for you). Nowhere else is it displayed more than here, when he helps you choose the absolute cutest items. Hey, which do you think they’ll like more, the duckie or the kitty? 
He spends hours putting together the crib, powering through the complicated set of instructions. He’s so proud when he shows you how he finally managed to put it together, and when you fling your arms around him and tell him, It looks perfect, I love you, he’s certain the struggle was worth it.  
He also spends hours baby-proofing the entire house, to a degree so meticulous that you can’t help but giggle. He hunts down every single outlet in the house and gives it a safety cover, puts locks on each doorknob (even the cabinets), and he tests all the furniture in the house to make sure nothing will fall. You find his carefulness to be sweet, but after he’s spent hours rearranging and stressing, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and place a quick kiss on his cheek, whispering, It’s alright to take a break for now. 
AND WHEN THE DAY FINALLY COMES, when the two of you finally bring your baby home, Leon is sure he hasn’t cried more than this in his entire life. His eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks tear-stained— he sticks to you like a lost little puppy, adamantly refusing to leave you or his daughter’s side, not even for a single second. 
He’s so damn happy, he can’t even believe this is happening. Leon stares at your daughter like she holds the world in her itty bitty hands, like if he stops looking for even a moment, he’ll wake up to discover this was all just a dream. Just one of his many fantasies that he replays in his head as he falls asleep holding you close. But, no, it’s real, and it won’t change, no matter how much he worries that it will. When Leon remembers this, he feels a huge wave of solace, and a steady, love-sick ache settled in his heart.  
You haven’t stopped holding your baby since you’ve left, so when you’re finally home and able to lower her into his crib, Leon is immediately wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. His tears soak your shoulder, his hands ball up your shirt, his little sniffles and sobs muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. I’m so happy for us. Leon pulls apart from you then, and his hand trembles when he brings it to your cheek. Think this is the best day of my life. 
THINGS ARE A LITTLE ROUGH AT FIRST, as the two of you struggle to get a handle on things. Truth is, despite the numerous parenting books and hours spent preparing, neither of you have any idea what you’re doing. For the first week, Leon thinks he got a full four hours of sleep in total, or no, maybe three hours? He was so exhausted he could hardly remember. But he tells himsef that it’s okay, it’s alright— he is awfully familiar with sleepless nights, this is far better compared to those nights of horrifying nightmares.
The baby won’t eat, then she won’t sleep, then she cries and cries and neither of you have a clue why— Leon begins to think maybe he really isn’t cut out for this. When the two of you lay in bed, the baby finally quieting for what feels like the first time in ages, he holds you close to himself. His voice is shaky and weak when he tells you how he’s worried, how he’s so scared because he has no idea what to do, and no-one to tell him. Do you think I’m doing something wrong? I really… I really don’t wanna mess this up. Sorry.
He feels the stress melt from his shoulders when you rub his back with your palms, muttering sweet words of reassurance into his ear. Just the sound of your voice, the way you promise him that you’ll be here with him every step of the way, I know the two of us can do this, Leon, it’ll be okay— He didn’t realize how tired he was until now, so it isn’t long before your peaceful words lull him to sleep.  
AS THINGS GO ON, EVERYTHING GETS EASIER AND EASIER. Leon starts to get the hang of it, becoming more and more comfortable, learning techniques for every situation. He’s figured out how to handle things on his own, so you can head to work while he stays home. You were a little nervous for him at first, but when you came home from work to see him sleeping peacefully with the baby in his arms, you felt all of your worries wash away. 
There was one time, though, not too long after you took your baby home, where she happened to fall ill. The doctors told you it was nothing to worry about, that this is rather normal, and she should get better soon— but that didn’t stop Leon from worrying his head off, nor from sleeping beside the crib every single night. 
Your heart feels warm to see your husband fretting so much over your baby girl, but all of his worrying built up a bit of a bad habit. Your child started requiring that Leon sleep beside her crib every night if she’s ever going to get any rest.
Leon keeps his hand stuck in between the bars, so your daughter can wrap her small hands around his thumb. Allowing her to fall asleep like this seems to be the only way to get her to sleep soundly all night, so Leon props up a chair and makes himself comfortable. You can’t remember how many times you came into the spare bedroom and wrapped a blanket around your sleeping husband’s shoulders before your daughter was finally able to break the habit. 
THE TWO OF YOU DEBATED PROFUSELY OVER WHAT YOUR KID’S FIRST WORDS WOULD END UP BEING, until one day, when you come home from work— Leon doesn’t even give you a chance to kick off your shoes, swiftly grabbing your hand and leading you into the hallway. He drags you to the spare bedroom, and with a warm grin tugging at his cheeks, he says, Look, baby. Look at what I taught her to do.  
Leon goes on to show you how he taught her to say his name— she reaches up, gesturing grabby hands at her dad before babbling his name incoherently, Liun, until Leon finally picks her up. You give your husband a playful shove, pretending to be annoyed that it was his name your daughter ended up saying first— but honestly, the way she says it is so cute that you don’t have the heart to be at all disappointed.
Although… Leon’s teachings did end up causing one repercussion. Now, she thinks Liun is synonymous with getting what she wants, so she tends to say it whenever and where-ever. Even when Leon isn’t present, she’s gurgling his name, saying it when you give her favorite toy, or crying it when she wants you to hold her. It’s a little endearing, sure, but it takes longer than you expected for her to finally learn your name.
Her particular sort of endearment with her father is probably because Leon tends to spoil her to high heaven, buying her anything and everything she could ever want, making her whatever her little heart desires for dinner, and taking her to wherever she says she wants to go. You don’t even know what excursions they’re taking at this point, you just come home from work to Leon and her playing with manta ray stuffed animals, and he has to explain, Oh, we went to the aquarium today. I think rays are her favorite animal now, she seems to really like them.
LEON HAS NO PROBLEM TAKING CARE OF HIS DAUGHTER BY HIMSELF IF YOU’VE HAD A LONG DAY AND NEED TO RELAX. He greets you with a kiss at the door, gently pulling your coat from your arms, massaging the tension from your shoulders beneath his hands. Long day? I know, I ran you a hot bath, it should be ready in a few minutes. I’ll take care of making dinner tonight, you just relax. 
Although Leon is prepared for every situation, he’s a worrier at heart, so he still tends to stress about anything related to your daughter— Is she gonna be okay to sleepover at her friend’s house? I told her to call me if she needs me and I’ll come pick her up right away. She has my number, she won’t forget it, right?— You frequently have to remind Leon that it’s okay, she is capable of handling herself, so there’s no need for him to fret so much. Just relax.  
WHEN YOU AND LEON REALIZE YOU HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO GET MUCH TIME ALONE, you’ll hire a babysitter, so that the two of you can go out and spend a nice date night together. And if your daughter ever happens to go to a friend’s house, you can bet that you and Leon are going to make good use of the time you’re able to spend home alone (well, if the two of you end up spending all that time just napping or doing chores, that’s fine, too). 
AT FIRST, LEON IS EXTRA WORRIED WHEN IT COMES TIME FOR HIS DAUGHTER’S FIRST TIME AT SCHOOL— but when she comes home with a huge smile on her face, excited to tell you and her father about all the fun she had, he seems to loosen up rather quickly. 
He makes packed lunches for her everyday, and puts her backpack on her shoulders before she walks out the door. When she comes home, Leon is seated beside her at the dinner table, helping her with her homework. Your daughter is always telling you about how her classmates are all jealous of her fancy lunches, how she always brags to them about how amazing of a dad Leon is. You laugh, ruffling her hair, before leaning down to say, You better make sure you tell your dad that, baby.
Leon thinks he’s always gonna love when his daughter calls him dad— he never imagined he’d get the opportunity to be a father, and to such an amazing daughter, at that. You and him are the most doting parents, bragging about how much you love her to the point where other people might even find it annoying. Leon hardly cares, he feels so happy and unbelievably lucky, and he wants anyone and everyone to know it.  
Whenever your kid brings home an art project from school, or a worksheet she did, Leon saves it. He saves literally everything to the point where your attic is overflowing from every sketch and every project your daughter has ever completed. And when she draws a messy stick figure drawing of you, her dad, and her, Leon keeps it stuck to the fridge forever.
NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT MAKES HIS HEART ACHE, MISSING SCHOOL EVENTS IS INEVITABLE. Even though he genuinely wants to be there, he occasionally has to skip important school days due to work commitments. Whether it’s a parent-teacher meeting, a school play, or a sports day— his job would take precedence, causing him to miss out on precious moments in his little princess’ life.
The weight of regret he carries is beyond measure, especially when he imagines her searching the crowd for his face and not finding it. The feeling of letting his child down gnaws at him, eroding his confidence as a parent. He knows some of them were memories he couldn’t get back, and he also knows that being sent to missions after missions isn’t really his fault— but still, the guilt is always fresh.
LEON TAKES HOLIDAYS EXTREMELY SERIOUSLY, always trying to make sure each one is the best it can be, especially because he never got the chance to experience his own and he certainly doesn’t want his baby girl to go through the same thing. He bakes homemade cakes for every birthday, decorating the top with frosting and numbered candles. He stays up until 2am wrapping presents from ‘Santa’, but getting to eat the cookies you baked as a family the night before, and seeing the excited look on his daughter’s face when she comes to the present-filled living room on Christmas morning makes it all worth it.  
YOU AND LEON SHARE A SMILE AS HE LOOKS BACK— family, it’s what you’ve both built here. It was slow at first, and sometimes it wasn’t easy. At one point, it was just the two of you, just you and Leon, and that was okay. You didn’t think you would ever be capable of letting it be more— but it’s nice when it grows, you think. Maybe one day, you can dare to hope to grow it some more. 
Leon feels fortune to call you his family, and even if he worries sometimes, or even if he struggles, he’s certain this life is how everything was meant to be. Everything flies by so fast, until days turn into months turn into years, and every day, he still thinks he’s going to wake up from some sort of dream. Well, if this is a dream, it’s certainly the best one he’s ever had, and he hopes from the bottom of his heart to never awake from it.
It’s nice, Leon thinks, it’s nice to have something worth smiling for.
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slutforsilverfoxes · 6 months
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ok i dont know if you do requests or not but this is just something thats been ricocheting around in my head for days and i need to get it out before my brain completely rots. whether or not you want to write it is up to you i just really needed to share this with a hotch lover.
nonbau!reader knowing that the team have a really tough local case their all working overtime on and deciding to try to cheer them up and destress them a bit so she spend a few hours cooking this amazing delicious meal because she knows they'll probably just get takeout. so she swings by the bau around 6ish with the food and the whole team flock around her and around hugging her and thanking her and immediately digging in.
hotch notices from his office and comes down looking way grouchier than normal and hes like "excuse me we have a case to work on im not sure why youre all standing around when theres work to be done. and r why are you here distracting my team they need to focus" before going back into his office and the team is shook bc aaron has NEVER spoken to you like that before. and youre highkey offended like ?? i spent hours of my time doing a nice thing and im getting bitched at like im his subordinate??
but then you slam your purse down on jjs desk, take your earrings out and put your hair up in a ponytail and youre like "give me 15 minutes and ill have that attitude sorted put no problem." before marching away into hotchs office locking the door and drawing the shades and derek and emily are crying laughing cause they know exactly whats about to happen but reid is confused like ??? is she gonna fight with him? why did she put her hair up? whats so funny? and pen and jj have to explain that you went up there to give him a bj and hes just like?!?! AT WORK?!?? and rossi is just watching the shenanigans unfold like 🤭🤭
and you do eventually come back down from his office wiping your mouth on the back of your hand and your hair is significantly more ruffled than before and hotch looks subdued and even a little embarrassed and he just mutters a quiet apology to the team before grabbing a plate of the food you brought (which is actually his favorite meal of yours) before kissing you and thanking you for coming to see him.
My oh my, do I love the way your mind works 😈 Thank you for this request (& for your patience as I took 84 years to write it)! I hope you enjoy 🖤
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader
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A rapid series of buzzes on the table beside you has you pulling your attention away from the sizable dent you’ve made in the stack of thesis papers to be graded for your class. You exchange your favorite pen for your phone, unlocking the screen to find several texts from your closest friend sent in quick succession:
5:49pm SOS
5:49pm (Save Our Stomachs)
5:50pm Pls we’ve been going in circles on this case and he’s in a Mood
You can’t help but smile at the he in question, your stoic, stalwart husband- and your friend’s unit chief. You fire back a response:
-5:50pm Em :( Is he holed up in his office?
5:50pm You know it
-5:51pm Classic 🙄 Lucky for youuuu I’m already making dinner for my favorite people!
The oven timer beeps as if to punctuate your statement, and you rise from your spot at the kitchen table while typing out another message.
-5:51pm Scratch that- it’s ready. Be there asap rocky
-5:51pm Be brave little soldier 🫡
5:53pm You’re my fucking hero
You gather enough plates and cutlery to dish up dinner to the team of agents, then pack them up alongside the foil-covered Pyrex container fresh out of the oven. Deciding against changing out of your yoga pants and your boyfriend’s old law school t-shirt, you pluck the pencil out of your bun that was holding your hair up and toss it onto the table, snag your keys, and make your way out to the car.
The drive into the city is a relatively short one, given that most of the traffic is heading in the opposite direction at this time on a Friday evening. You navigate your way into the parking garage, then head upstairs with your precious cargo.
“Evening, Mrs. Hotchner,” your favorite security guard greets you as you step out of the elevator, and you flash him a smile with a greeting in return. “Come grab a plate when you’re done your rounds,” you call over your shoulder, and his answering grin tells you he’ll be patrolling the floor a little faster than usual tonight.
Four heads pop up from their desks at the sound of the glass double doors opening, shoulders sagging with relief when they spot your bright smile and the telltale bag in your hand that means dinner is served. Derek’s quick to jump up and help you with the heavy container as Emily, Spencer, and JJ follow the two of you into the round table room, animatedly filling you in on their day. JJ’s fingers fly across her screen, and Penelope is rounding the doorway from the back hallway by the time you make it upstairs and start setting up, arms outstretched to pull you into a hug while declaring, “You’re my favorite Hotchner, did you know that?”
“We both know I come second to Jack,” you joke, and Emily lets out a happy groan as she digs into her meal, professing, “You’re at least tied now.”
A pair of solid hands lands on your shoulders from behind, and you feel the familiar scratchiness of Dave’s beard pressing kisses to your cheeks in greeting. “What would we do without you?”
With a laugh, you turn to offer him a helping and answer, “Simply perish.”
Your heart swells as the team settles down around the table enjoying the home cooked meal, but there’s one very obvious absence. A glance at your husband’s office reveals the door is still closed, the room dark save for a glow through the open blinds that you know is from his little desk lamp. Deciding to give him a few more minutes of solitude before barging in and demanding that he take a break to eat, you join your friends at the table to tell them about the senior prank your students recently pulled in an attempt to give their minds a reprieve from their current case.
“I bet you Morgan did stuff like that all the time,” JJ accuses amid catching her breath from laughing at the story about the two chickens released on the top floor, cleverly labeled one and three.
Derek smiles back, ready to take credit, but Emily cuts in with, “A psychological prank like that sounds more like something Spence would do.”
“C’mon now, pretty boy wouldn’t want to inconvenience his teacher,” Derek teases, eliciting a pout from the youngest of the team who counters with, “Hey, I won that prank war against-”
“What’s going on here?”
A hush falls over the room at the sound of Aaron’s voice, the question itself seemingly innocent but its intention clearly to reprimand. Five pairs of eyes drop downward, leaving only you and Dave making eye contact, the older man mouthing an empathetic, Busted, in your direction.
Unbothered, you swivel in your chair to meet your husband’s gaze with a cherubic smile, your voice positively dripping in honey. “Mom’s feeding the kids because Dad forgot that sustenance is important for your brain and body. Now c’mon, take a break and-”
“Does it seem like I have time for that right now?”
Your eyebrows shoot up at his tone, and you drop the teasing lilt to your voice. “Aar, I just wanted you guys to-”
“Go home, Y/N, please,” he requests quietly, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose with a soft exhale. “We can’t afford to be distracted right now. Everybody finish up and get back to work.” He turns on his heel and returns to his office without so much as a hello or goodbye or thank you, my love, for being so thoughtful and taking care of us directed your way.
Once his footfalls have receded, the entire group releases a collective breath as if they’ve just escaped being chewed out by the principal- at your expense. When you turn back around, you’re met with expressions of shock that reflect your own, like the kids literally just witnessed their dad being mean to their mom for the first time.
“You know how Aaron gets with a case,” Dave tries to soothe your ruffled feathers, and JJ jumps in with, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to come off like that, Y/N, he’s just-”
“Stressed?” you finish her thought for her. You rise abruptly from your chair, dropping your purse on the table with a resounding thud before digging through it to find a spare hair tie. “I know he is. And I also know my husband did not just say that to my face,” you grumble under your breath, combing your fingers through your hair to pull it into a quick ponytail while continuing your tirade. “After I spent hours making a meal between doing my own work? No sir, uh uh, SSA Hotchner. That man needs to relax.”
Spencer leans over to Derek while you carry on quietly cursing their boss for his attitude and asks, “Should we be concerned?”
Derek lets out a snicker before answering, “Maybe for Hotch’s di-”
“Dignity!” JJ cuts in with a sharp look at her colleague, trying and failing to suppress her own smile.
You pause in the doorway, squaring your shoulders before turning back to the team to say, “You guys eat. Enjoy. I’ll take care of your boss.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Emily snorts out, clearly amused. Laughter, applause, and a distinct wolf whistle courtesy of Derek follow you down the carpeted walkway to your husband’s office.
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When you return to the round table room several not-so-subtle minutes later, you’re greeted by a bunch of giddy smiles, a knowing look from Rossi, and Spencer’s pink-tinged cheek since he’s refusing to make eye contact with you. “All better,” you announce proudly, dropping into a chair before tugging the hair tie from your now slightly tangled locks and combing your fingers through a few persistent knots. “Everybody good and full?”
“Some more than oth-”
You cut your sharp gaze over to Derek and he mimes zipping his mouth shut, a smirk still playing at his lips.
“What he means to say,” Pen huffs, slapping his shoulder, “is thank you so much for dinner, sweetie.”
“It was my pleasure,” you answer genuinely. “You know I love taking care of you guys.”
“And we’re very lucky you do,” your husband’s baritone voice rumbles from the doorway behind you. You turn to find a sufficiently chastened Aaron entering the room, and you offer him your cheek when he places his hands on your shoulders and bends to press a kiss to your smiling face. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize for my earlier-”
“Temper tantrum?” you offer, and Aaron squeezes your shoulders in warning before continuing, “Outburst. I let the stress of the case get the best of me and neglected my duties to prioritize the health of this team. Luckily, my darling wife is always there to make up for my shortcomings.”
You catch your best friend’s eye and shoot her an exaggerated wink at your husband’s word choice, forcing Emily to cover up a laugh with a cough. Aaron’s hand slides over to the nape of your neck, and you know you’re in for it once this case is over.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d
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nakahras · 1 month
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᯽ they forget valentine’s day • multi
synopsis • dazai is an oblivious and dramatic fool. chuuya is a wounded puppy that needs to relax
warnings • dazai (he needs his own warning yes), i’m not sure this even has cursing, anxiety, alcohol, drunk chuuya bc he’s a lightweight, reader is a civilian, fem!reader
wc • 2.8k
a/n • happy valentine’s day, lil birdies <3
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dazai:
you’d been pouty all week. giving him short responses both verbally and through texts. on day 3 he plucked up the courage to ask but you were short with him once again.
“i’m fine, osamu.”
you were lying to him. you never called him by his full first name, never called him “osamu.” it was always “‘samu” or “baby.” he tried his best to get it out of you a couple more times that day before letting out a huff of defeat at his desk. he was usually able to avoid his paperwork by distracting you but this week has been excruciating for him. you were “too busy” with paperwork. when had you ever been too busy for dazai? it just didn’t make sense.
you were lying and he knew you were.
on day 4, you were both dispatched on a mission together. it was just a standard patrol. something you have done a million times before and usually use it as an excuse to goof off and make a date out of it. this time, however, you apparently took it very seriously. you wouldn’t even let dazai hold your hand. dazai was wounded at this point. his chest felt heavy in the worst way possible.
even worse you started referring to him as dazai. he thinks he would prefer osamu over dazai.
“bella, why are you treating me like a mere colleague. i’m your boyfriend. shouldn’t i be able to hold your hand?”
he’s pouting, you can hear it in his voice but you refuse to acknowledge it. “we’re on assignment, dazai.”
“‘samu. ‘s ‘samu, not dazai. what did i do to deserve this injustice?” the pressure in his chest grows as you continue to look forward, straight faced.
you let out a sigh. “if you don’t know what you did -- or didn’t do -- i don’t know what to tell you.”
dazai spends the rest of that assignment wracking his head over things he specifically avoided doing.
on day 5 he started to actually sweat a little bit because of your increasing mistreatment of him. was this how you were ending things with him? he couldn’t for the life of him think of anything he had done wrong, or hadn’t done at all, as of late. he had been on especially good behavior recently. so the only conclusion he could rationally (read: irrationally) come to was that you were sick of him. you couldn’t stand him anymore. you hated him. that was the only possible explanation.
it wasn’t.
on day 6 dazai had lost all hope. he spent his whole day at his desk staring at the ceiling. he was moping and he was aware of it. the whole office was aware of it but no one was indulging him and that was part of the problem. it’s as if everyone was in on it with you. they all knew but no one would give him a hint. traitors. every single one of them were traitors. even his usually sweet protege, atsushi refused to stare dazai in the eye. that’s how he knew they were all keeping it from him.
dazai wholeheartedly believed they were all plotting on his demise.
finally ranpo came to dazai day 7 with a bag full of…heart themed treats? what was he supposed to-- oh. OH!? how could he have missed that it was mid february. he was meant to ask you to be his valentine and now it was day of and he didn’t even have any plans. he didn’t like the idea of ranpo having to bail him out. once he’s connected the dots, dazai bolts straight up. his chair crashing to the floor with a loud thud. he startles everyone in the office, even you look up in shock. he doesn’t say anything just rushes out leaving everyone, especially you, utterly confused.
he comes back an hour later with the biggest stuffed teddy you had ever laid your eyes on and the most gorgeous bouquet of 2 dozen roses. you’re not even sure where dazai got the money to buy them? you desperately hope he didn’t manage to steal them. he struggles his way over to you and gives you his big pleading puppy dog eyes that he knows works every time.
“i’m such a fool! my belladonna, i’ve failed you and i deserve to be shot where i stand. if you were to deny me i would completely understand,” no he wouldn’t. “but would you please be my valentine?”
you try to stay stern with him but you can feel yourself melting under his big brown eyed gaze. you’re conflicted and it shows on your face. “’samu…”
thank god for yosano walking in at that very moment. she is your savior for the second time this week. she looks at dazai incredulously and then just starts crackling. everyone looks at her confused. once she’s composed herself enough, she looks to you.
“please, tell me i get to be the one to break the news to him.” dazai’s brow furrows in confusion as he looks back at you for an answer.
you nod your head and smile relieved. “i haven’t told him yet….”
“told me what? what am i missing? why are you two being so cryptic?” dazai is whining now. he’s only slightly nervous that you have yet to give him a response, surely you won’t say no to him, right?
wrong.
“this sweet little angel agreed to be my valentine yesterday.” yosano announces proudly while wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
it’s comical, the way dazai’s jaw drops. he let’s out a dramatic gasp. “yosano i thought we were friends. you would steal my bella just like that?!”
“chicks before dicks, dazai. you slept on my pretty angel for too long.”
dazai tries so hard to be appalled but the shrill and scandalized “yosano” kunikida yelps out makes dazai lose his composure. the brunette takes opportunity in yosano and kunikida bickering to pull you aside. he gives you an earnest look, one so rare that you forget to breathe for a moment.
“are you really going to continue to be yosano’s valentine and not mine?”
curse his shining burnt caramel colored eyes. curse his pathetic shaggy haircut that made his waves frame his face so beautifully. and last of all curse those pouty and perfectly pink lips of his that you’ve denied yourself of for a week now. you want to curse him. you really do. but he is so pretty and you’re so weak to a pretty face.
your fold under his gaze and huff in defeat. he lights up like the radiant star he is. you missed his light, it had been dull the last 7 days. you pout as he brings you into his arms. “thank you for giving me another chance, my bella. i promise to make it up to you.”
“you better, ‘samu.”
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chuuya:
chuuya always worked extra hours. it was normal for him to overwork himself. but lately he felt as though his workload had doubled. he could only delegate so much before he started to feel bad about not doing the work himself. even the paperwork started piling up. after a long 4 days of sleepless nights chuuya has finally managed to clear out every stack of papers that were littering his office.
as if she had a sixth sense for knowing when chuuya was done with his work, kouyou walked in at the most opportune time. “a little birdy told me that you’d finally finished your work. how about we go for drinks to celebrate. it’s still early enough. my little sister should still be in her night class, right? she wouldn’t mind if i stole you for an hour or two, would she?”
“a drink?” chuuya can’t deny that a nice glass of vintage sounds heavenly right now. he hasn’t seen you in 4 days and although he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, he has to respect that you’re currently occupied by the one night class you have a week. kouyou was right, you wouldn’t be out until 9pm. it was only a handful of minutes before 7pm.
chuuya nods. “yeah, i could go for a drink.”
he found himself in one of the private rooms of one of the many restaurants kouyou owns. as promised he is sipping at his second glass of wine, heat is starting to settle in his stomach and he knows that soon enough, if he doesn’t pace himself, he’ll be feeling that heat in his head. it always made his mind foggy.
the conversation had lulled but it was a comfortable silence as they both picked at the appetizers kouyou had ordered for the two of them. kouyou takes a bite of and enoki beef roll and sighs in satisfaction. mid chew her eyes widen and she hums as if something just occurred to her. she hovers her hand in front of her mouth starts to chew quicker. a finger is held up by her other hand to indicate that it’ll just be a moment.
kouyou swallows her food intently and looks at chuuya excitedly. “what do you have planned tomorrow for my little sister?”
kouyou gives chuuya an excited smile and expectant look. the problem is…chuuya has no idea what kouyou is talking about. why would he plan something for tomorrow? panic starts to settle at the pit of his stomach. why would he have something planned for tomorrow? did he forget your birthday? anniversary? what even was the date?
kouyous smile drops as she watches visible panic flit across chuuya’s expression. she sighs, feeling a little sorry for bringing it up. she thought maybe chuuya had been working so hard to get everything finished to enjoy the day with you tomorrow. no, he was just being his usual self and overworking himself to exhaustion. evidently he had no idea what tomorrow was.
“chuuya, calm down. it’s only valentine’s day. she’s forgiving. i’m sure she won’t hold it against you if you forget one valentine’s day. even so, you still have time. i’ll make reservations for dinner for you two at my nicest restaurant, the one at the hotel in the business district. i’ll book you a suite to stay the night as well. on me.”
chuuya visibly relaxes but the look on his face is still one of worry. kouyou gives him another expectant look and chuuyas shoulders slump over. he looks like a wounded puppy. she could practically hear the whimpers.
“i didn’t ask her to be my valentine…” chuuya feels ridiculous saying it but he figures if anyone was going to understand it would be kouyou.
kouyou picks up the bottle of wine and tops off chuuya’s now empty wine glass. she doesn’t think he’s noticed in his panic how much he’s had to drink but she’s hoping a little more will relax him. she doesn’t expect him to finish the whole glass, maybe just another sip or two.
kouyou has never been so wrong in her life.
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you get let out early from your night class, something about needing to prepare for tomorrow? whatever that was supposed to mean. perhaps it was a special day for him?
as you’re walking up the stairs to your small apartment you look at the time: 8:23pm. you had expected to take the train home but one of your friends offered to give you a lift home. so you were home earlier than expected and you were so appreciative of it. it’s been a long week and you just want to relax.
you shot chuuya a text when you got out. you felt a little guilty for not being able to talk to him more the last 5 or so days. you’d been busy with starting up clinicals and of course having mock patient evaluations and notes due the same day. but you were finally settled and just so happened to have the next 2 days completely free.
you check your messages and see that the message is marked as read but chuuya never replied. you don’t have much time to worry about it though because the second you’re rounding the corner you see -- is that two? yes, it is. you see two familiar heads of ginger hair standing outside of your apartment door. your brows furrow as you get closer and notice your boyfriend is leaning on kouyou for support. his face is abnormally red; it's almost comical.
you clear your throat and kouyou looks up from struggling to keep her own balance. she gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry to dump him on you, sunshine, but he refused to go home after he got your text. i had no choice but to bring him here.”
chuuya seems to have enough consciousness to realize that kouyou is talking to someone. he finally looks up and squints at your for a moment before his eyes light up in recognition. he whispers your name under his breath and gets this adorably determined expression on his face. oh god, he and kouyou must have just came from having drinks. he’s surprisingly stable on his feet still, only stumbles over his feet twice before he’s standing in front of you, examining your face intently, as if he's looking for something that’s clearly not there.
“did kouyou feed you too much wine again, baby?” you let out a small giggle and chuuya swears he could cry over how much he missed you these last few days.
“...yeah. she did. drank too much wine. ‘was good though.” his sentences are short and words are slurred. you think if his speech wasn’t slightly broken, he would definitely be slurring more.
you peer over at kouyou and smile at her appreciatively. “thank you for getting him to me safely, kouyou. are you gonna be alright getting home?”
she waves her hand at you dismissively. “he insisted. i have my driver with me. you two lovebirds have a good night and enjoy your date tomorrow~”
just like that, kouyou leaves you confused. before you’re able to process her words and form a question she’s already made her way around the corner and out of sight. you look at chuuya for an answer instead. his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s examining your face once again. you begin to feel self conscious and pat at your face.
“what? what is it? also… what was kouyou talking about? what date? are you taking me somewhere tomorrow?” you know you might be asking too many questions for chuuya’s muddled brain right now but you’re far too confused to care.
chuuya huffs as if remembering something distasteful. his mouth turns down in a frown and he does something he rarely would sober. his hands find your waist and he pulls you into him with his ability. you make a small squeak of surprise as you practically crash into his chest. your palms placed o his chest to brace yourself. you notice chuuya is uncommonly stable for his state and chalk it up to his ability being activated. you’re correct of course, his body is illuminated by a red glow -- your’s is too.
before you have a chance to ask what in the hell was going on you’re distracted by chuuya’s hands slipping under your scrub top and circling your waist. your breath hitches at the intimate touch. his head drops to your shoulder and he breathes you in. the breath is immediately followed by a content sigh.
“‘m sorry. i forgot” it’s muffled but you still make it out.
you swallow thickly trying to ignore just how much his touch affects you. “you’re sorry about what? what did you forget?”
“didn’t ask you sooner…” you think maybe he’s lost his mind. it’s the only explanation you have for the nonsense he’s spewing.
you reach over to pry chuuya from your shoulder but it’s no use. you let out a defeated sigh. “ask me now.”
chuuya looks up at that. for the third time in the past ten minutes he’s examining your face. you’re no longer questioning it. you suppose it makes sense. it’s been almost a week since you last saw each other. you can’t deny that you missed him too.
“be my valentine?” you don’t think that you’re seen him this nervous since he asked you out.
your brows furrow for a moment until realization slaps you in the face. your mouth forms a circle as it hits you that today is the thirteenth of february. tomorrow is valentine’s day. guilt seeps into your very core. you had completely forgotten because of how busy with school you were.
you sigh and reach out to hold chuuya’s face. “only if you’re still willing to be mine too since i also forgot that tomorrow is valentine’s day.”
chuuya perks up, it’s akin to an excited puppy. you can’t help the way your heart melts at the sight of his soft expression. you giggle as chuuya brings you in and showers you in kisses. you can’t help but to think that all the hard work you put in and going days without seeing chuuya is all worth it when you finally reunite and get to see him again like this.
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junicult · 6 months
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!! showering w the bachelors for the first time
contains ; mostly fluff. fem!farmer. some suggestive parts. making out. newly established relationships. nsfw in sebastian’s, implied in shane’s & alex’s. afab!farmer. brief mention of fingering. not proofread, will later.
note ; i intended for this to be entirely sfw i swear
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harvey.
- the honeymoon phase.
- where he doesn’t even live with you, yet he’s at your house nearly every night, or sometimes vise versa.
- when he uses your stove (with permission) to make you both dinner to share after you’ve finished work.
- where you’re still so in love all you wanna do is gaze into each others eyes and kiss until you can’t breathe.
- that’s exactly what kind of phase you’re in.
- and it’s been a long time since he’s been in that phase.
- you sorta have a whole routine atp.
- whenever he comes over, you make it a plan to wrap up work quickly & spend the evening with him,
- which is why you felt so guilty when you lost track of time, backpack full of rocks and geodes you couldn’t wait for clint to break open the next morning.
- when you glanced down at your watch, you nearly jumped ten feet in the air like a cartoon lmfao
- and you’ll definitely regret running up the ladder one level before you reached another button on the elevator—but right now, you weren’t even focused on that.
- by the time you made it back to your house, a mere two hours after you told harvey you’d be back, it was pitch-black outside.
- thankfully, he didn’t leave. instead, he stood scrubbing the dishes clean, before whipping around at the sudden swing of your front door.
- “harvey! i’m so sorry, i lost track of ti—“
- “oh thank yoba you’re okay,” he sighs, (u already know he wanted to call someone to check up on u but he didn’t want to seem controlling😭😭)
- and he didn’t waste a second to meet you at the door, scanning you just to see if you were injured.
- “i’m fine, i’m fine, just got way too distracted. did you make dinner? did you have to eat alone?? oh, i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to—“
- ur word vomit is making him fall in love with you even more. two peas in a pod🫶🫶
- then it’s just back and forth of you constantly questioning and reassuring each other for a few moments.
- “but you made such a nice meal for me, and i kept you waiting, i just—i’m so sorry—“
- “sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m not mad,” he almost chuckles, holding you close.
- as soon as he established you’re not hurt or injured, he’s no longer stressed.
- he understands what it’s like getting carried away at work, so who is he to ever be mad at you for that?
- after you ate and assured him you were fine, that’s when you mentioned it.
- “i’m pretty dirty from the mines, i was gonna shower. make up for lost time with me?”
- his mind doesn’t inherently go to sexual things.
- honestly, he was just excited you wanted to.
- he also doesn’t give a fuck that he took a shower earlier. he just wants to spend time with you lol.
- although ik he’s all organized and has like a little routine where you both keep taking turns under the spray LMFAO
- like you get in first, rinse yourself off, then switch with him while you soap yourself up, switch & rinse, switch and apply shampoo, switch, etc, you get it.
- it’s so fucking funny LMAO.
- but the entire time you’re making casual conversation, some little comments about how much you missed each other, things like that.
- he loves how you look in the shower. not even bc ur naked, it’s just a vulnerable way to see the person you love, and there’s nothing sexual in the way he’s looking at you.
- even when you tug on his neck to pull him down for a kiss, he’s just swooning over your affections.
- unless the implication, or intention of sex came before the shower…he’s probably not approaching anything with that.
- it’s a completely different story if you’ve had a ton of tension all day,
- constantly making passing remarks that make his palms sweat, but unable to go any further because of your busy day,
- and you leave him all hot and bothered until you come home in the evening, and ask him to join you in the shower.
- that’s when he forgets all about the little routine.
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sam.
- ah, the start to ur most important routine.
- honestly, i feel like you were the one who started it all.
- the whole, “every time you shower, we shower together” thing.
- at least, that’s what it becomes once you move in together. but before that, anytime he was over & you needed to shower, he’d totally join in.
- it’s not even sexual. there’s only like a 30% chance you’ll end up having sex, or even just do foreplay whenever you shower together.
- he’s just so clingy, and he craves the closeness after he realized how much he enjoyed you being there the first time.
- you both were quietly laying together, watching the tv wordlessly, just enjoying each others company after you two decided he should spend the night.
- which then prompted in him asking, “do you think i could use the shower? i smell bad.” he frowns after taking a whiff of his arm.
- you giggle. “i think you smell good, but go ahead. i don’t have your soap, though.”
- like he could care lmfao.
- “thanks!” he just grins, hopping on his feet and giving you a little kiss on the forehead before he skips off.
- you give it like 5 minutes before you decide u miss him too much (attachment issues😞)
- “sam…y’think you got room for two in there?” you knock before creeping the door open.
- he peeks his shampoo’d head from behind the shower curtain. “you wanna come in?”
- “is that okay?”
- u might’ve just asked him to marry you.
- his whole face lights up, grinning wide and opening the curtain wider as he steps to the side. “the more the merrier!”
- he doesn’t even care ur naked. there’s nothing sexual running through his mind, he’s just excited you’re standing with him rn. now he doesn’t have to rush to go see you.
- he even steps to the side to give you the chance to soak your hair under the spray.
- it’s easily just a little awkward at first.
- you’ve had sex before, that’s not why it’s awkward,
- only because it’s the first time you two are seeing each other completely naked without any intention of sexual advancement. not that it would be such a burden if you did, but neither of you want to.
- while you drench your hair, he can’t help but smile lovingly at the sight of water droplets all over your skin.
- he could easily be thinking about how much fun it’d be to have sex right here, but he’s too focused on how this might actually be his favorite thing you’ve ever done together.
- like minutes of silence pass, nothing but the water running and he’ll just lean in and press a kiss on your temple or shoulder.
- it’s not bc he’s trying to hint at something,
- he just wanted to do it, and he doesn’t really overthink the things he wants to do.
- but the affection makes you smile, and by how pure it was, it doesn’t send any false messages.
- it really doesn’t last that long. probably about 15 minutes of you both washing off and short displays of affection.
- yet it clung to you both so well, that it just became the routine you never skipped out on.
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shane.
- it definitely just happened naturally.
- ur relationship at first was strictly sexual.
- to the rest of the town, no one even knew you guys even spoke. which, to be fair, there wasn’t much talking between u two anyways💀💀
- but i wanna say that was only for a couple weeks.
- it was still super slow and progressive. your conversations went from short & passing, to getting to know each other a little more. but the sex was still there.
- it went from instead of him leaving right after you finished, you’d stay up and talk for a couple hours.
- to waking up together, to spending the day together, etc etc.
- now ur relationship was approaching friends w benefits category. except it was unspoken, but neither of you wanted to be friends at this point.
- despite all of this, you’ve still never showered together.
- until you spent the whole day working outside. you feel gross, sticky, and sweaty. he just so happened to stick around after you started working.
- ur checking in on your animals he just follows you lol.
- before u both knew it, the sun was coming down and he spent the whole day helping you.
- the thing was, neither of you wanted to mention it. you were both nervous even bringing it up would spark the implication of wanting him to leave.
- which was not the case.
- not to mention, he’s a huge help. when u passed him ur axe to chop down trees, you almost couldn’t look away 🤷‍♀️
- so after you’ve finished, sun starting to set and sweat dripping from your temples—he’s still standing with you.
- “i feel gross, i’m gonna shower.” you frown, plucking your clothes away from your sticky skin.
- ofc he’s thinking it.
- but he doesn’t have time to make a sly comment before you shoot one over your shoulder, “there’s room for two, y’know.”
- say no more, he’s following close behind you throwing off his shirt.
- “thought you said there was room for two, there’s hardly room for one.” he snorts, squeezing himself beside you in the cramped space.
- “oh c’mon, you’ve never had a problem with making it fit.”
- he’s gonna lose his mind.
- u don’t really waste any time LMFAO
- drenching your hair under the spray before you look over at him,
- and you both just lean in cus it’s unspoken, but obvious you guys aren’t in there just to shower.
- he’s quick to slotting his hands at the small of your back, while you wrap yours around his neck and press yourself against him.
- …not much showering gets done, i’ll just say that.
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sebastian.
- i feel like sebastian spends more nights at your house then he does at his own at this point.
- he’s not the type to get super attached very easily, even getting to the step of sleeping together took a while.
- but after it happened, he found your little cottage so comfortable. he liked waking up to you in the morning, and falling asleep in your arms at night.
- the only reason he goes home is to work.
- and the minute he finishes up, he heads back over.
- honestly, if he could pack up his computer and leave it at your house, then he’d never leave—which is probably why you made it clear he can’t do that.
- your relationship is already committed.
- i don’t really think he’d wanna sleep with you if hadn’t discussed a romantic relationship.
- anyways, i feel like bc of this, he’s already showered at your place lol.
- you were too busy to ask, and he knew you wouldn’t mind, so he just jumped in and took a quick shower.
- hours after you already started your chores for the day, he woke up & just sniffed his shirt and winced a little.
- he also did some laundry (for your sake).
- so then it kinda just became a, “hey, do you mind if i take a quick shower?” while you were preoccupied.
- sometimes you’d be the one to ask. like if you were lying together, on your bed in your house, you’d turn to him and say the same thing.
- it never rly occurred to either of u that you could knock out two birds with one stone🤷‍♀️
- one evening you were exhausted. you smelled horrible, you could already tell. you had spent nearly the entire day down in the mines, just covered in dirt and rubble, stinking like sweat yet he still kissed you when you came in.
- “i need to shower,” you groan, still accepting his kiss.
- ugh but he’s already spent the majority of the day without you, why are you going to deprive him of more?
- “i think you smell fine,” he tries his best to persuade, but you won’t budge.
- pressing against his chest, you giggle, “you know that’s not true. i’ll only be a few minutes, promise.”
- he’s honestly so clingy, literally tugging on your arm as you try to walk away and following behind you like a lost puppy.
- and suddenly, “i could use a shower too…” despite him using it earlier.
- you look at him for a second, narrowing your eyes, before you tease, “yeah, you could.”
- he’s much like sam, just less openly enthusiastic.
- when you tell him to get the water running, he’s only nodding, but it’s not hard to miss the way he’s turning to start the water so quick.
- and how he’s undressing like he has somewhere to be, despite presenting so nonchalant about it.
- for him, it’s just a better reason to be so close to you. he likes when you’re around.
- it really depends on how much he was missing you, but for the most part i don’t think it ever leads to anything sexual.
- sure, he stands back to let you rinse yourself off and his eyes wander, but that’s about as much that’ll happen if neither of you are in the mood.
- and even then, if you end up wanting to have sex, it hardly ever happens in the shower. most is just foreplay.
- which he is never opposed to.
- i’ve said it once, i’ll say it a million more times,
- he lovesss fingering you.
- and lowkey, if you’re intending on having sex and starting with foreplay in the shower…phew.
- gently pressing you against the shower wall, the water running all down his back but he doesn’t even care,
- and his lips are making out with yours, which are sloppy in response while his fingers press against that spot inside of you that has your neck craning and moans spilling…
- that’s what he wants when he’s been missing you and joins you in the shower.
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alex.
- i actually think he’s similar to sam too.
- he’s a huge fan of showering together.
- for starters, he’s the kind of man who makes himself at home very quickly💀💀
- even when you guys weren’t even dating yet, still just in that getting to know each other and hanging out regularly phase.
- when you’d plan for him to come over once you finished up work and spend time w each other casually.
- the cocky side of him just took your hospitality as flirting.
- which, i mean, isn’t unbelievably far off. you do like him.
- but it was probably like his second time over at your house, and he just casually asked if he could take a shower.
- you might’ve raised an eyebrow, but you still said sure.
- so then it became a pretty normal thing. he never took longer then 10 minutes, so you could appreciate that.
- after you both started dating, and had seen each other naked, it became much more casual.
- the transition between not showering together, to showering together was so subtle.
- it just started with you showering, and he needed to pee so he’d just come in and, well, pee.
- then he’d be showering but you still needed to brush your teeth and do your skincare, so you hung out in the bathroom.
- and pretty soon it was so normal that when you asked if he wanted to join you one evening—you didn’t even think much of it.
- it wasn’t until you were midway through washing your body when you realized he was doing the same thing beside you.
- it was just like a, ‘oh, okay, this is normal now’ kind of realization.
- “can you pass me the shampoo?” like he was asking for the salt at the dinner table.
- it just felt natural, especially after he moved in.
- it became a thing you both do together.
- literally a part of your nightly routine. when you were ready to shower, you’d let him know and he’d start the water while you got undressed.
- so since it was your nightly routine, i feel like the longer you’re together, showering together and having sex doesn’t really pair up.
- you shower 9/10 times together. there’s no way you’d be able to keep up (he can tho lol)
- but that doesn’t mean it’s rare.
- he loves looking at you when you’re naked. no shame.
- there could be zero sexual energy between you two at the moment, and he’s still looking you up and down, admiring.
- he can’t help it! he doesn’t even have to be turned on for his body to react to yours.
- “are you hard right now?” you laugh almost like you’re making fun of him.
- and his response will always be, “well duh,” because you just have that affect on him.
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elliott.
- another man that loves to shower with you.
- well…yes he likes to shower together, but he’s definitely a bigger fan of bathing together.
- i’ll get to that in a minute.
- your relationship progressed very steadily. it wasn’t until after a few dates when you actually slept together.
- once you had sex though, i feel like it opened you up into being much more comfortable around each other.
- spending time constantly, always inviting him over, allowing him to see you in more vulnerable ways like in your pj’s or all dirty.
- he approached the idea first, i feel like.
- you’ve been having a stressful week, working nearly every hour you were awake, and you had complained about it prior.
- so he just wanted to help you relax, setting up a nice bath with candles and bath salts and anything to help you relax.
- he’s so sweet about it too, not even intending on joining you until you clasped your hands together and asked him to.
- “join me, please. i’ve hardly seen you all week.”
- and he’s all ears.
- sitting in the opposite end, either sitting in peaceful silence or listening to you recap your day.
- i lowkey think he’d bathe you LMFAO
- like hear me out, he’s offering to wash your hair and he’s all delicate with it, giving you a whole head massage and dipping a cup of water to rinse it out.
- kissing your neck and shoulders, pampering you while you don’t even care to protest.
- and even if you did, he wouldn’t allow it. not when you’re all he wants to focus on right now.
- and despite him loving to bathe with you, i feel like his shower routine is so intensive and meticulous that it’s not often you shower together.
- he never minds your company, i promise you that.
- i just firmly believe he’s a morning showerer and you don’t really have the time for that in the morning.
- if you were to ask for him to join you, i don’t think he’d turn you down. he’d just stand away from the spray and tie his hair back so it doesn’t get wet LOL
- but he’s all for spending as much time as he can get with you.
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kaeichi · 21 days
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love is in the air.
. . . and maybe that's why mikage reo can view the world with such clouded, pink-hued vision, and why nagi seishiro cannot breathe at all.
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series. nagi + reader + reo. no gendered terms, but some implications of m! reader. reader likes boys. bestfriend! nagi. valentines/white day. highschool setting. swearing. humor. fluff & angst.
a/n. repost bc it wasnt showing up in tags T-T i js want a shoujo anime w these two as the MLs...
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⊹ 01 : my dear partner [wc: 4.7k]
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TWO YEARS AGO
“…dude. you're scaring all the hoes away.” 
nagi watches your lips move, though he barely registers anything you've been saying since he has stopped listening a while ago—which, honestly, comes as no surprise to anyone.
there’s no real reason to be so lethargic at this hour (it's already late noon, plus he surprisingly had a decent amount of sleep the previous night for once), nor the time to think about trivial things, but he can’t help but think about how exactly every single thing stopped being so bothersome like it used to.
he can't quite pinpoint what brought on this gradual change, but if he had to, then it’d probably be three springs ago—when he’d wake up a little earlier than usual to the gentle kiss of the sun through his window and the cherry blossoms were in perfect bloom. around that time is when he’d received his quiet companion choki, he’d finally scored top 1 in the leaderboards after months and months of grinding in his favorite mobile game, and… when you’d first sat next to him in middle school.
for as long as he remembers, you were simply just there. an unexpected oddity that has not only forced its way through, but has also wedged firmly into every aspect in his life. and somehow, he’d concluded that maybe some things weren't so bad—that some things weren't such a hassle to him after all.
“move, idiot. at this point you might as well hold my hand.” the snow-haired male barely hears your voice over his wandering thoughts, stumbling from the light shove you give him. he has now become acutely aware of your swinging hand, wary of the close proximity and the faint buzz of static that lingers on his skin. huh. maybe it is better to move away.
still, he’d rather not reposition himself. it’s too much work, he’d like to reason, and it's certainly not because of anything else… maybe. he doesn't really know for sure. what he does know though, is that the space beside him suddenly feels strangely empty. 
when he looks at you to see a pout forming on your lips, he can't help but sigh. you're being unreasonable. there's something that's been nagging his curiosity for a while now, and it took him quite a bit to realize what it is.
“seishirooo,” you whined one day, allowing your head to sink against his mattress, taking up nearly the whole space while nagi sits at the corner of the bed. you came over to his place that day to bother him, stating that you needed some comfort because apparently, “no one ever looks at me. i feel so damn invisible.” he shrugged and offered you his controller, challenging you to a 1v1 with him as a distraction.
“…but i look at you all the time?” he replied.
“yeah, but that's different.” and he would've asked you to elaborate more, if not for the fact that you've been horribly vague about it when he does ask, and the perpetually sleepy gamer only has so much patience before he gives up and decides it's something not worth spending his energy on.
besides, you're always emotional like that. this was probably just another one of your fleeting phases.
it's not until he notices you've been longingly gazing at the couples on the campus, quietly seething under your breath that it finally clicks. now, he may not have the greatest understanding when it comes to feelings and all its complexities, but even he can tell you’re reeking with jealousy.
despite being pushed off only seconds ago, nagi shuffles closer again as he falls into step beside you. even if sparks prick his skin, it feels right in this way. “dunno why you ‘need’ hoes when you already have me.”
“just because i'm into guys doesn’t mean that i like you in that way,” you mutter, sending him an odd glance like you thought there’s something wrong with his head for even suggesting that. not knowing how to respond, he settles for staring right back without a word. 
“what's with that look? you know what i mean, seishiro.” you continue, averting your gaze from him. what look? he asks internally. “it's just, well, literally everyone is getting into relationships. and i know we're still first years, but… it just feels like i’m missing out, y’know? 
“do you really? sounds like a hassle to me,” he shrugs, and it truly does—he never saw the appeal of dumb crushes, of drama nearly every day, of possible unrequited “love,” or of wasting half your time and energy on someone just for it to not mean anything at all in the end. video games sound way more fun, and way less heartbreak inducing.
“you can't say that when you haven’t even experienced it,” you argue, still pouting.
“it’s overrated anyways. being single is better.”
“hah! of course you’d say that, you virgin.” 
“you’re one to talk,” nagi boredly quips. “i’m celibate purely by choice, but you on the other hand… if you really think about it, you're basically an incel.”
nearly choking on your spit, you exclaim, “hah?!”
“you don't even really talk to other guys except for me, and on top of that, you're barely approached by anybody,” he explains in a matter-of-fact tone, oblivious to the way his best friend’s confidence waning rapidly by the second the more he speaks.
“yeah? and who’s fault is it, you cockblocker!” 
nagi simply sticks a tongue out as you flip him off.
right after that, the two of you ended up breaking into a sprint as you heard the clicking sound of heels walking on the tiles around the corner, not wanting to get caught for skipping classes. well, you ran, and just dragged him by the wrist. he felt the warmth of your fingers even through the thick barrier of his baggy sleeve.
PRESENT
you try not to trip and fall face first as a cold hand guides you through the crowded hallway.
it's embarrassing enough as it is to be rushing through the middle of the corridor and pushing past the bodies of random students like you're a main character or some sort, but even more so when the (apparently) most popular guy of the campus that you’ve (never) seen is walking right in front of you.
and it gets even more humiliating when said popular guy has taken hostage of your wrist, leading you away to a more secluded area. shocked, harsh whispers echo throughout nearly the whole floor, and multiple eyes shoot daggers at the fingers wrapped around the sleeve of your uniform, and you’ve never wanted to bury yourself alive more than this moment.
after rounding a corner into a miraculously empty hallway, you finally skid to a stop, yanking your hand away, ready to pounce at the culprit who made you go through all that unnecessary attention. however, before you can get a word in, the refined male bows his head low in front of you, and you find yourself face-to-face with sleek purple locks.
“i’m sorry, but i have no time for dating. i’m really flattered, though. i hope we can stay friends still.” he hurriedly says, hope gleaming in his matching purple eyes.
…what. 
who is he again? and why is he rejecting you?
for some reason, you find the stranger’s gaze too bright that you have to look away; so you do exactly that, tilting your chin downwards instead and letting your hair mask your expression.
after a few beats of silence, he clears his throat. “i'm really sorry, it hurts me to see you look so down… i’m sure we can put this behind us and—”
“nice shoes,” you interrupt, still not raising your head to meet his now confused stare. “i can tell you really love wearing them, judging by the busted, worn out stitches. hey, is it just me or is that prada logo kinda wonky too?”
the male's jaw drops down nearly all the way to the floor.
“pardon me?” he says through gritted teeth, keeping his composure by flashing his usual award-winning smile, albeit a lot more stiffer. “i know i just rejected you, but you don't have to be so hostile…” 
when you finally raise your head, your expression can only be described as terribly and solemnly unamused, unimpressed beyond words.
then, you suddenly lean closer, peering closely into his violet irises with thoughtful hum. an unwilling flush of red creeps on the tips of the boy’s ears, his eyes widening comically at the sudden intrusion of space. “you’ll do,” nodding to yourself, you now grab his wrist and pull him away. “come.”
“w-wait, huh? where are we go—” 
“you're the one who made me late. let's go!”
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reo isn't quite sure why he's the one being dragged away now.
he has only initially planned to gently turn down the person who last confessed to him, whose family just so happened to be related to his father’s business partners—but now he somehow finds himself on a whole date with that person? (the same one who brazenly insulted him by implying his shoes are fake, by the way!)
“i have other plans today, you know…” the heir says, subtly trying to inch away from you.
you tug him back by his sleeve, with twice as much force than he had used on you earlier. “i can imagine, my dear partner.”
“w-what?” reo stutters, and he's cringes at himself for how he's acting at the moment. the usually composed and charming mikage reo, now reduced to a stuttering and blushing mess? how embarrassing.
“normally my best friend would do this with me, but he slept in today.” leave it to seishiro to leave me all alone on the day that actually matters, you irritatedly mutter under your breath. “well, whatever. come on.”
as you and him enter the packed bubble tea shop, the fingers that were wrapped around his sleeve slides down to interlace with reo’s own clammy ones. he realizes this a second too late, and before he has the chance to let go, the clerk by the entrance greets them with an enthusiastic “welcome, lovebirds!”
“huh?!” reo’s jaw slackens, dumbfounded. he’s really starting to hate himself now—it's unbecoming of him, really, but it's hard to process everything when you're so close to him that the scent of your shampoo keeps invading his senses and subsequently messing with his head.
“here’s your special tickets for today. thank you for participating, and happy valentines!” you drag him straight to the back, where the colorful claw machines are set up. reo catches a glimpse of the pink posters set up on the walls of the quaint shop, which reads: couples get free special tickets! today only! …ah. that's why he's here.
“aoi-san… you're gripping too tight,” he says, gritting his teeth together into a forced smile. 
“aoi?” you repeat, your grip finally loosening until you let go entirely. “huh… i see. by the way, what's your name again?”
needless to say, the purple-haired male is beyond perplexed. “is this your unique attempt at a joke or something?”
“come on, rich boy. we've held hands and i don’t even know your name!” 
“right… which i totally wasn't being forced to do…” he lets out an awkward laugh. sure, some admirers of his tend to get a tad excessive, but they were never able to get far with him, much less forcibly drag him out on a date—and it's not even because they want him to spend his unlimited budget on them and spoil them rotten, but just so they can get… a free special ticket for a claw machine. how did he end up getting in this bizarre situation? more importantly, how does he get out?
you simply shrug. “your fault, rich boy. you should try thinking about anyone other than yourself for once.”
“excuse me?” he narrows his eyes, slightly peeved. he's had enough of your rude attitude; potential business partner or not, he hopes that he never has to interact with you again in the future. “stop calling me that. i have a name, and it's mikage reo.”
the way your eyes widen doesn't go unnoticed by him. “and what did you even mean by that?” he presses defensively.
you plop down on the seat, with reo mirroring you as you insert the rouge ticket decorated with pink hearts into the slot of the claw machine. “well, mikage reo. i’m sure you're aware how aoi’s family is important, right?”
yeah, this person is definitely a weirdo, reo muses. who refers to themselves in third person?
“i heard they had connections everywhere… just like you. it's crucial to maintain a good relationship with someone like that, right?” you conclude—that would explain why reo had taken the time to personally talk to “aoi” one-on-one instead of just flat out rejecting them on the spot.
reo tilts his head to the side. “i’m not following…?”
“mikage.” you emphasize, looking at him straight in the eye before turning your attention back to playing. “i’m saying that the poor kid’s still waiting for an answer. your heartfelt and sincere rejection, to be exact.”
a few seconds of silence pass. well, as silent as it can be with the loud chattering of the crowd and the mechanical whirrs of the claw machine you're currently messing with resounding in the air.
“you mean, you're not…” reo trails off, all color draining from his face. “i’m so, so sorr—”
“aoi’s the one you should apologize to, not me. oh, i got a double! how lucky.” you eagerly grab the prize, the limited edition valentine’s merch exclusive to this boba shop; a plushie collectible that comes with a redeemable code for your favorite video game. you want to collect all of them, but you’re broke as hell and you’re only here due to the free ticket. turning to reo, you shove the second plushie to his chest. “here, this is for you. since you did help me out with getting these.”
“ah, thank you…” reo absentmindedly accepts the small toy, still reeling on how he could make such a careless mistake. “listen, i do apologize—”
“i wonder how'd you even mix us up. is it ‘cause we have the same hair color?” you ask, slightly amused because aside from that, you and aoi look nothing alike. your fingers tap on the surface of the control panel, observing reo’s shame-stricken visage. “or maybe… is it because everyone just looks the same to you?”
at that moment, mikage reo realizes two things: (1) maybe he's more transparent and vulnerable than he thinks, and (2) you're dangerous, and it's better to stay far, far away from you. how could you see right through him so quickly? what if that's something you'll use against him?
he doesn't like to admit it, but it's true—in his perspective, everyone's the same. they're just after him for money and status, and at some point, they've all just become faceless, superficial pawns vying for his attention.
and of course, you’re no exemption.
noticing he’s gone quiet, you continue, “but i guess if my world was as vast as yours, i couldn't possibly keep up with everything either, so i get it. i’m not saying i’m in the same situation as you, but i can kind of relate, i guess. i only keep the ones who's important to me close, and the rest just exist and do whatever. i’m selective, but in that way, at least i can give my all to the ones that really matter.”
reo closes his mouth shut. here you are casually saying that you don't matter to him, and while that isn't a lie in the slightest, he still can't help but feel guilty. maybe it's just the people-pleaser in him, or maybe it’s the way the corners of your lips are slightly quirked up and to form a miniscule, accepting smile, but he wants to reassure you, “still, i’m sure you feel that—”
“i don’t.” you don't mind that he didn't know you, because you didn't even know him either—there’s no reason for you to take it personal. you’d be a hypocrite otherwise. “i really don’t.”
you smile at him. he thinks it's out of understanding, but unbeknownst to him you're actually just entertained by how his inner turmoil is so clearly reflected on his expression. “so don’t worry about it. plus, we’re even now.” you add, gesturing towards the prize.
hopping off the stool, you wave at him as you start to walk away. “...happy valentines. i'll see you around, mikage. maybe. er, probably not.”
“wait!” he hurriedly jumps off the stool as well, clutching the plushie in his hand as he follows after you. “i… let me drive you home.” the words stumble out before he even realizes what he's saying. you're probably just using him, and you're dangerous, and you see right through him, and he should stop wasting his time because his actual valentine's date is probably three seconds away from storming out the restaurant he's booked at—
so why is he doing this?
“drive?” you repeat, because of course he’d have a driver. damn rich people, you think internally. “nuh uh. it's like a ten minute walk, and i’d rather save the environment.”
“then i’ll walk with you.”
“you do realize i’m done dragging you for the day, right?” you quirk a brow up, amused; you could've sworn he was itching to get the hell away half an hour ago. “you're free. you can go home if you want.”
reo smiles, a more genial one this time. “i know.”
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“so, you into popular guys now?” 
“hell no.”
nagi narrows his eyes at you. “you’re just into reo, then?” 
while you expected to be grilled first thing in the morning by random people about your apparent relationship with mikage reo (to which you simply replied, “i don’t know who that is, sorry,” and proceeded to run away), you didn't expect to be interrogated by your apathetic best friend as well. 
usually, nagi prefers to be completely silent during the 1st period (and actually all the way through lunch), not bothering to utter more than a few words, but today, he seems uncharacteristically on edge, waiting for you at the corner of the gym with a wrinkle between his brows.
“why are you on a first name basis with him?”
“everyone calls him reo.” he shrugs. “why him?”
“i never said i was into him.”
“then what's all that partner thing about?” he asks, which confuses you a bit. you doubt that reo would go around announcing to everyone how you teasingly called him ‘partner’ and practically dragged him to a date against his will, but it's not like him and nagi are close either, so you wonder where nagi has heard this information from. then, you suddenly recall back to yesterday, where you saw the curtain of your neighbor’s bedroom window swinging side-to-side, as if it was drawn close a mere second before you looked up. 
it seems that your mind wasn't playing tricks with you after all, and that a certain someone was eavesdropping on your conversation with reo as he walked you to your door.
“fake partners, you mean? and it was a just a joke—i met him that day.”
“that day? why are you acting so close if you've just met that day?”
“you're awfully talkative today, seishiro.” 
“i know. it's making me exhausted, and it's all your fault.” he then presses his weight against you, leaning his forehead on your shoulder—as he always does when he's tired and you're within reach. your eyes widen immediately, darting around the gymnasium to see if any of your classmates has noticed.
you don't want people to get the wrong idea about you two. it's not because it kills your chances with anyone due to the assumption that you aren't single (which you still very much are, by the way), or even because of potential issues of being a two-timer due to a certain rich boy—it's just that whenever you get asked if you and your best friend are together, you can't help but flinch from the idea, like ice is being poured inside the back of your shirt. you don’t really know what to call it, but you do know that you've answered the question a hundred times and you're positively sick of it.
“i told you to stop doing this in public,” you hiss, trying to push the giant, clingy sloth off you. “and stop whining, nagi. i’m not going anywhere. besides, i’m not even looking for a relationship or anything like that. not after… you know, what happened during our first year.”
he lifts his head up, frowning at you. “don’t call me nagi. just ‘cause you met a new guy doesn't mean you get to call me nagi.” 
you raise an unimpressed brow. what’s his problem? “only if you stop whining.” 
“…‘m not.” he slurs his words together, only proving your point.
“yes you are!”
“why do you have to be so annoying? you're such a pain,” he sighs, now walking away from you.
“i'm the annoying one?! and don't call me a pain, you—!” without hesitation, you promptly snatch a red ball from the steel ball cart beside you before swinging your arm at him, slamming the dodgeball right to his head. well, you tried to, at least; even with his back facing towards you, nagi only takes one step to the side to avoid it.
“your shitty aim sucks balls,” the tall male comments unenthusiastically, his white fringe falling over his eyes as he gazes at you over his shoulder. his nonchalance only spurs you on, now hauling multiple dodgeballs at him.
“how about you suck my ba—”
“give it up already. you're never gonna hit me.” and nagi actually has the audacity to yawn mid-dodge. of course, it only fuels your irritation even more. you eventually run out of balls to throw, so you mindlessly grab the nearest object to your right and chuck that as well.
…which unfortunately, happens to be nagi’s phone that he's snuck inside the gym, peeking under a face towel on the bench.
“oh, fu—” 
because of your (rightfully) so-called shitty aim, it swung way up high to the left, a few steps away from nagi. in less than a second, he realizes what you have flung at him, and his body moves instinctively; he throws himself towards it, swinging his leg upward and trapping it with his foot with perfect ease before it has the chance to plummet down on the floor.
“why are you making me move so much…” he sighs. “what a pain.” 
“you’re supposed to move anyways, we're in PE. you're welcome,” you smugly reason out. and then not even a second later you fold, shoulders curling inwards as you glance toward his phone; if it weren't for his godly reflexes, you would've broken it. with a small voice, you meekly add, “sorry.”
nagi shrugs in response.
when he saunters over to place his phone on the bench again, a silver glint catches your eye. a small charm swings lightly, small beads of white and black strung haphazardly together attached to the side of his phone case.
“wait, this is…” a phone charm crafted by hand, which is your birthday present for him four years ago. “i didnt know you still had that.”
“why wouldn't i?”
“where was it this whole time? this wasn't here a few days ago.”
“i just kept it in my drawer ‘cause i don’t wanna lose it.”
tilting your head to the side, you ask, “so why'd you suddenly decide to attach it to your phone now?”
he looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “…dunno.” 
eyes dropping into slits, you mutter, “you know, that kinda sounds sus—”
“hey! that was amazing! nagi, right? you should play soccer with me!”
nagi and yourself both turn to the direction of the sudden voice, seeing a familiar figure running towards you, vivid purple eyes gleaming under the gymnasium’s stark white lights.
“mikage?” you exclaim.
ever so slightly, nagi sharpens his usual droopy eyes. “nah.” he immediately says, turning on his heel.
“seishiro? wait, weren't you supposed to be looking for a club?”
“don’t really care.” you follow him, lightly jogging to keep up. as soon as you catch up by his side, the taller male glances at you as he asks, “will you join too?”
is he seriously asking you that… “no?”
“then i won't.” nagi concludes as he continues to walk away from reo.
“hey, wait up!” reo calls out, placing a hand on your shoulder. “ah, i was completely shut down… say, will you help me convince him?”
your brows shoot up as your gaze flicks down where he's casually touching you. after your initial confusion of who he is yesterday, you then recognize him after learning his name—the most popular boy in school, known for his good looks, charisma, and most especially, his wealth. he gets along well with literally everyone, and acts genuinely close with them even if they aren't.
“uh, why should i?”
“remember that limited edition merch you like? i can get you the rest of the collection. in fact, i’ll even buy out the whole place just for you.”
“wha– seriously?” you feel your eye twitch. damn rich people. “it was limited edition. they all ran out of stock already.”
“i have my ways.” well, that's not shady at all. he flashes a grin at your skepticism, winking at you, “anything for my partner.”
and you now understand why he's earned his title. this is probably how he always gets what he wants—with a smile like that, anyone would drop to their knees and do whatever he’d ask. two years ago, you would've keeled over for attention like this, but now, you're nothing but indifferent.
he places his hands on both of your shoulders now, completely stopping you from taking off. wide violet eyes scrutinize your own, making you scrunch your nose at the close proximity. “shouldn't you be begging him and not me?”
“yeah, but...” reo swears he feels an air of animosity radiating from the white-haired male, and that's why he has decided to turn you instead. “you wouldn't leave your partner hanging, right? as partners, we help each other out, riiiight?” he says, dragging his words out.
you lean as far as you physically can from his grip, but he doesn't seem to care, excitedly looking at you with stars evident in his eyes. “mikage, you—” he smiles at you, bright and blinding, and you find yourself withering under his intense gaze. “okay, fine, just—”
“well, that's settled then! they’re joining the club too, nagi seishiro. they can be our manager.” you briefly wonder why he didn't outright offer to have you join the team, but he probably saw how you threw the dodgeballs earlier… though it's not like you have to use your hands in soccer, so what the hell, this is kind of insulting.
“says who, mikage?”
“you're gonna come watch all our games?” he negotiates.
“why don’t you offer that i join the team?”
“ahahaha. haha. hah.” he laughs awkwardly, swinging an arm around your shoulder and ultimately evading your question.
because you were too busy trying to shrug him off, you miss the way nagi’s eyes zero on to reo’s arm around you, wordlessly observing the whole interaction with his lips pressed taut.
you still don’t know why reo hasn't moved away; he's so close that you can see the dark amethyst specks in his irises, the long strands that frame his face are lightly tickling your cheek, and if you lean in even just an inch, you can practically—
“you said anything i want, right?” your voice drops to a low whisper, and reo nods slowly, still seemingly oblivious to the lack of space between you.
“then... what if i said i wanted a kiss?”
reo’s smile drops immediately, recoiling away from you as if you've slapped him, his whole entire face heating up all the way to the tips of his ears. finally out of his grasp, you erupt into boisterous laughter, shaking your head as you leave the flustered boy alone and catching up to nagi.
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kniveschaudefender · 4 months
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hi !! can you do a gideon graves x male!reader who owns a flowershop? (if you dont do male readers thats ok lol, gn!reader is good too)
Better than Any Boquet
(a Gideon Graves x male flowershop owner! reader)
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EEE MY FIRST REQUEST !! (TYSM ANON IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS) ALSO I DO ALL GENDER READERS !! SO MALE READER ISNT A PROBLEM AT ALL !!! ^_^ (ALSO I WILL SAY THAT THIS SUUUUUPER LONG. I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT ANY SHORTER BUT PLS DONT BLAME ME IM BARELY STARTING 🙁 ) BUT I RLLY DO HOPE U ENJOY BC THIS HONESTLY TOOK ME SO LONG TO PUT TOTHER. BUT THANK U AGAIN !!! <3333 (also this isnt proofread so)
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Gideon had been acting..strange lately. The league noticed, his employees noticed, even he noticed ! But, nobody could seem to pinpoint what exactly it was.
He had been going out more, being a little bit less harsh on certain people, and the biggest thing people noticed was the amount of flowers around now. Of course nobody dared to ask, heavens no ! But still, it was strange. It’s not like he was a big fan of the flowers himself, but for some reason he had so many around.
Eventually, it had started as a routine. Day after day he would do the exact same thing ! Saying he needs to go do something ‘important’ out, taking his leave, and ending up in the local flowershop. But why ? Its not like he was there for the flowers, no. He had a better reasons.
He walks in, his mind somewhere else before hearing something that completely snapped him out of it. A simple, “Good morning, Mr, Graves!”
< Thats > what he was here for.
The nice owner, thats what he was here for! How could we forget? How could he forget such a nice boy, the same boy who helps him every day no matter how many questions he asks or how many times he ends up repeating them. He even remembered his name! Not by the fact that he’s THE Gideon Graves, but by the fact that he comes in every day to his shop !
Will he ever admit its for him? Maybe later. But right now? Certainly not ! He can’t lose such a ‘friendship’ with this lovely boy he’s met ! For now, he simply comes in, looking for him at the desk in the front. Asking things such as “How do I take care of these?” or “What type of flowers would go best with this event ?” . Simple things to hide the fact that he’s only there to see him and to hear him talk.
After about an hour of mindless questions and small talk, he comes home, once again with a boquet of flowers in hand. He couldn’t help it ! He HAD to buy flowers every time he’d go in there, or he’d leave feeling a bit bad. So, there he goes, grabbing another empty vase and putting some water in it, then placing the flowers inside.
He sighed, looking around at all the flowers he now had. How long could he keep this up ? How long could he push his feelings for this boy away and just keep going and buying flowers, never making a move?
It honestly didn’t take long, he was running out of room for flowers and was so head over heels he couldn’t help himself anymore.
Though, for the first time he couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid. Would you like him? I mean yeah, he does have quite the name and ego, not to mention the billions he has in cash, but would you really find him attractive? He guessed he’d just have to find out.”
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He spent about a week thinking about this.
Infact, he spent the whole time trying to distract himself, he had forgotten to go to the flowershop. After the week, he had finally decided to go say something. Thats when he remembered. He spent the whole week away from YOUR presence after being there non-stop for a few months!
Now he was really worried. He probably made you sick thinking something must have happened since he stopped coming for a whole week!
So, off he went! Sprinting down the street to the flowershop, holding on to his glasses for life. His plan? Say everything through a letter. He couldnt get himself to say it to your face, no matter how big of an ego he had.
He comes in, pushing the door open, almost falling over as he catches his breath before looking up. And there you were, making direct eye contact with him as you out new fresh flowers in a certain section.
“Mr. Graves! There you are! I was wondering where you’d been.” You say, giving him that same, sweet smile.
“Please..call me Gideon.” He says, closing the door behind him as he comes in entirely. “I have something..a bit more important for you this time.” “Anything! What do you need, Gideon?” He liked how you had listened without a question.
“I need a boquet of roses, the best ones you’ve got, and I need you to put this letter in there. But, I’d like you to read it first.” He says, handing the note to him. “I need these by 5 p.m today, and I’d like for you to write me a reply on the letter of what you think.”
With that he mutters a “Thank you” and runs out quickly, not even giving you a chance to respond.
You stand there, a bit dumbfounded. But, there was no need to go chase him down and question him. It seemed simple enough. So, you grab the roses, picking the best ones as he’d asked. Then, the letter.
You grab the letter, opening it slowly, then is when you get met with something..suprising.
“Sorry about the leave, I couldn’t be here for this. All these visits were never about the flowers, it was about you. I wanted to get closer, but never knew how. I’ve liked you for all these months, and never knew how to truely say it. You were always too kind, and quite the handsome man too, giving me that smile every day I walked in, no matter how clueless I was about anything. Especially the flowers. But you always listened to me. But, I do love you and everything you do a lot. And I would love to have you by my side. Because to me, you’re better than any boquet.”
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eveatethefruit · 2 years
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a little punishment (Steddie!xreader)
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Part Two to this little blurby blurb 
In which Eddie comes home and you tell him about the rule you broke...
CW: 18+ ONLY ONLY ONLY. Smutty smut, p in v, oral (male and female), female!reader , Sub!reader , dom!Eddie , softdom!Steve, pet names (/i love them im sorry) , sliiiiight ddlg vibes? , daddy!kink , mentions of eating , fluffy fluff, crying bc eddielikes it, spanking...if i missed any please let me know!
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AN: I absolutely got carried away with this. I couldn’t stop, I’m sorry i love Steddie! so much. I also took some themes from my own d/s relationships and it’s so fun to include in these writings. I’m still fairly new to writing these things so please be kind! 
For now, you were cuddled on the couch in your favorite blanket, the one with bats and pumpkins, reading a fantasy book while Stevie played video games next to you. Steve’s  domestication made up for Eddie’s lack thereof. Dishes were almost always done and, like now, a yummy scented candle was burning as the two of you relax next to one another.
You knew it wasn’t for long, though.
Earlier, you had made your attempt to make Steve forget about the situation…
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“Did you tell him?” you asked Steve, moving the spaghetti around your plate, not making eye contact with the floppy haired boy.
He held back a smirk, noticing the quiver in your voice. He loved how small you would get around them/ so unlike your daily self. “No baby, I didn’t, I figured I’d leave that to you when he gets home.” He says, eyes on you. You just nodded and ate the rest of your plate, your stomach and mind thanking you for finally giving it nourishment . You were glad he hadn’t told Eddie because maybe, just maybe, you could get Steve to forget the whole thing.
You got up to clear yours and Steve’s plates, kissing him on the cheek before heading to do the dishes . “Thank you sweetheart,” he smiled at you, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the fullness of his belly.
“Of course. Thank you for dinner…daddy,” you let the word ring in the air. Your tone of voice going up like it does when you’re subby. You walk to the sink, but peek over your shoulder at Steve, his eyes fully trained on you, his figure more tense since you used his title in such a casual way.
You can feel his energy as he directs it toward you and can’t help but smile at yourself as you face the sink and slowly turn on the water. You hear the slight creak of the wooden chair Steve was sitting on, and feel his presence growing closer- like predator and prey.
It takes everything in you not to drop the plate you’re feigning to wash when you hear his voice creep up behind you. “Oh really?” he says, his voice low. You don’t respond, acting as if nothing had happened.
“baby…” he warned from behind you, a signal for you to turn and give him your attention. You turn to face him, standing at his full height above you, closer than you expected, practically pinning you between him and the counter behind you.
You look up at him through heavy lashes and your best doe eyes. “Yes?” you ask sweetly.
He put his hands on either side of your waist, making sure not to give you the touch you desperately crave. Your breath starts to hitch in your throat as he leans closer to you, almost closing the gap. “Don’t play this game with me. I know what you’re up to,” Steve says, his voice deep and dark. He tips your chin up so you can’t avoid his eye contact. “Understand?” he asks, his voice unwavering.
You swallow heavily. “Yes daddy,” you say, practically turning into a puddle under his touch .
Your attempt at distracting Steve was futile, to say the least.
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On days like this, where you have to wait and anticipate punishment, you can’t help the nerves that bubble inside of you. Both from loving the feeling of being dominated, but also from fear of disappointing your loving partners.
You’re lost in thought when you hear the front door click and open, revealing Eddie in his black jeans and a ripped up Nirvana shirt, guitar in hand, putting his cigarette out before he walks through the door.
Your heart leaps at the sight of him, so distressingly beautiful. You jump up to greet him, your ritual whenever either of your boys come home. His face lights up when he sees you, and you nuzzle your way into his chest, giving him a tight hug. “Hi Eds,” you smile up at him, and he leans down, giving your lips a quick but sweet kiss.
“Hi cutie,” he greets you, squeezing you tight and walking you both into the living room. He puts his things down and walks over to an awaiting Steve who gives him a charming smile. “Hi you,” Eddie says to the other boy, kissing the top of his head. “It smells good in here.”
“The mix of a yummy dinner and one of Stevie’s candles,” You say, patting the couch next to you for Eddie to come sit.
He does so, kicking off his boots and plopping down heavily next to you, with Steve on his other side. You could tell just by his body language that he’s had a long day-his hair more disheveled than usual, his head leaning back on the couch, eyes closed and chest rising as he breathes deeply, happy to finally be home. You can’t help the slight guilt that rises in you, knowing you’re about to make his supposed to be peaceful evening a little more difficult.
He looks at your guilty face curled into his arm. “So cuddly sweetheart. Always my favorite cuddle bug,” Eddie says as you nuzzle into him, hiding your face.
“Hey now,” Steve quips, sending Eddie a quick glare as he removes his gaze from his game.
Eddie just rolls his eyes and focuses his attention back on you. You whine a little at his gentle touches, caressing your head, stroking your back - you feel like you don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve him.
Eddie shifts in his seat, moving so it’s harder to lean on him, making you look up. “Hey,” he starts, his big brown eyes boring into your own, searching your face. “Is something wrong? You seem quiet,” he asks. He’s so genuine and kind, it makes your heart ache.
You nod your head but stay silent, scared of telling him you broke a rule. Steve, on the other hand feels fine blurting out his thoughts… “I think you should tell Eddie why you’re feeling a little guilty,” he says, eyes still on the screen in front of him.
Eddie taps your cheek, a sign to make eye contact with him. “What happened?” he asks, but you know he isn’t really asking, he’s making you tell him. The change in his voice tells you everything, the dom immediately kicking in as he takes in your guilty features.
You sigh, knowing you can’t hold your silence forever. “I broke a rule today,” you mutter.
He huffs slightly at your admission, shifting so he’s facing you square on the couch, making it impossible to escape his gaze. “Oh…And What rule did you break?” He asks.
Steve puts his controller down and looks at you now as well, awaiting your full admission. You can’t help the heat that coats your cheeks under their stares. Your two gorgeous, kind, and mean men looking only at you, seeing right through you.
“Tell him,” Steve urges you. You lock eye contact with him and he nods in reassurance, as if saying it’ll be okay. You find yourself searching for a way to say it without it sounding bad…
“Baby…” Eddie warns. “You could either tell me now and get it over with, or Daddy could tell me after you go to bed and then we both can punish you for a week,” he threatens, his voice still soft, but you know he’s not bluffing.
“I forgot to eat today,” you blurt out, unable to hold it in any longer. It feels so silly when you say it out loud, and it makes you start to feel really, really small. Eddie looks at Steve for confirmation, who nods in response.
Eddie sighs. When you break a rule like this it’s different than talking back or acting out of line. This is about your mental and physical health, rules that the three of you have agreed on not just for you but for the better of your relationship. It’s hard for them to punish you when it’s almost like you’re punishing yourself.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos. “Are you anxious or did something happen to make you not eat? You know it’s important you take care of yourself.” The softness in his tone and his warm eyes are worse than any punishment he could give you. How could you disappoint them like this?
“I just-“ tears start to well in your eyes, feeling embarrassed by your inability to take care of yourself. “I just got distracted being so busy all day and - and didn’t want to spend money and I just, I-“ you start to ramble.
Steve stands up and comes to your side, holding your hand. “You know we only ask because we care about you right?” He asks.
“Yes,” you reply softly.
“Hey- manners,” Eddie corrects you, his tone slightly harsher than before, making your insides flutter.
“Yes daddy,” you quickly correct yourself.
“Good girl,” Eddie says, and nods his head at Steve, signaling him to help you stand.
Steve takes your hand and helps you stand up, wiping a few of your tears as he does. “Let’s go to the room,” Steve says, guiding you into your shared bedroom.
You walk in with Steve, leaving the door open slightly. You can only imagine what Eddie is conjuring up in his brain while he waits alone in the other room, and your heart starts to pound at the thought. Steve dims the lights.
“Kneel,” he says, pointing to the edge of the bed, his voice nearly a whisper in the dimly lit room. You immediately do as you’re told and walk to the bed before kneeling in front of it, your bum resting on your heels and hands in your lap. The position automatically makes you feel fuzzy and small, and a wetness starts to grow between your legs. Steve saunters over, hands in his pockets, and scratches his nose before he chuckles slightly.
He approaches you and bends over to talk down to you. His cockiness is nearly palpable.
“Are you going to be good for us baby?” He asks.
You try to control your breathing. “Yes daddy, so good,” you reply, your tear stained cheeks reddening.
“You’re going to be good and take the punishment that you deserve,” he states.
You nod your head quickly, your thighs pressing together tightly.
Steve puts a finger under your chin, keeping your head up toward him, and leans closer. “Repeat it.”
“I-“ your voice is shaky. “I am going to be g-good and take the punishment I deserve,” you say back, your voice nearly a whisper as your brain and body floods with chemicals that distract you from thought.
Steve just smirks at you, his handsome face dripping with dominance, and pats your cheek lightly. “Good. Wait here,” he says before leaving the room to see Eddie.
You kneel and wait patiently, your heart thumping in your chest so loud you swear that they could hear it from the living room. A part of you wants to get up and go run to them, to hug them and cry and apologize and tell them you love them, but your body knows not to move when it was given an order. Your body knows to submit.
The door creaks back open, with Eddie leading the way, and Steve closing it shut behind him. You let your eyes trail over Eddie. Taking in the sight of him in the dim light, the way he pulls on his rings, his devilish smirk, and the tattoos that peak out under his shirt.
Eddie moves to stand directly in front of you, walking around you as if you’re a piece of art to be observed. He says nothing for a moment, just looking at what he knows is his. After a moment he stops and turns to Steve, “She’s so pretty, huh Stevie?”
Steve smiles in the dark. “She sure is.”
Eddie moves closer, moving your hair behind your ear, his face inches from yours as you look up at him with big eyes, entranced by his demeanor. He smiles at you, looking into your eyes, “She’s going to look even prettier when she cries for us. Aren’t you sweetheart?” He asks, but you know he doesn’t mean for you to answer. You just look up at him in awe, letting your mind slip and slip and slip into exactly where he wants you.
Steve moves closer from behind Eddie, crossing his arms on his chest, making his biceps pop under the black of his shirt. When your gaze is shifted, Eddie grabs your chin, forcing eye contact. “Do you remember your safe word?” he asks.
You try to nod, receiving a light slap on your cheek. “Words,” Eddie commands. “Red for stop, Yellow for slow, Green for good,” you reply, your voice starting to raise in pitch like it always does when you start to slip into sub-space.
“So good baby,” Steve praises you.
Eddie moves to the bed, sitting on the edge so his feet are on the floor. “Come,” he commands, patting his lap, and you already know what you’re about to be in for.
You stand and Steve is automatically in front of you, stopping your path to grab your hips. You stop immediately at the touch, your skin burning where his hands rest. But it doesn’t last long, as he’s simply touching you to rid you of your clothes.
“These are all coming off,” he says, pulling down your little shorts and panties, dropping them to your ankles for you to kick out of them. Then pulling the shirt over your head, leaving you fully exposed to the two clothed men. “There she is,” Eddie smiles from the bed. Steve gives you a gentle kiss on the neck, making you whine and practically melt. You can feel the wetness between your legs starting to grow. But it’s over too quickly, as Steve removes his lips and nudges you to an awaiting Eddie.
You stand in front of the curly haired boy, and he looks your body up and down before roughly grabbing your wrist and forcing you over his lap. You yelp in response, earning a “Quiet,” from Eddie as he situates your body on his lap.
Your head hangs over his leg as he uses his other leg to trap your legs down, making it so you can’t lift them, and your bare ass is fully exposed. You shudder at the first feeling of his ringed hands tracing your bare skin.
“You’re going to count, and say ‘Thank you’ after every spank, do you understand?” Eddie asks, one hand finding its way to your hair and gripping it.
“I understand Sir,” you say weakly, the anticipation of the first smack making you wiggly in his hold.
The first smack comes fast and hard, harder than you thought, and you lurch forward. The cold metal of Eddie’s rings adding to the stinging left on your ass, making you whine some before muttering your first. “One. Thank you.”
“See? She knows how to follow some rules,” Steve quips from behind you, watching your ass change colors as Eddie brings his hand down in another smack.
“Well Stevie we know she likes things that hurt her, that’s what got her into this mess in the first place,”Eddie says, landing another hard smack to your ass. Only three in and you can feel the tears starting to prick your eyes again.
Two more and your breathing is more labored, making Steve come around to your front, holding your face up to him by your chin.
“Poor baby already about to start crying from a few spankings Eddie,” Steve taunts, his voice oozing with fake pity.
“Aw, someone’s not so tough, is she? Suddenly she’s all small and fucking innocent,” Eddie says, his spanks getting harder, the adrenaline making his dick get harder too. You can feel the bulge growing in his pants under your belly, and it adds to the already pooling wetness between your thighs.
Steve adds a quick slap to your face, leaving your slack-jawed and wide-eyed. “I bet her little pussy isn’t so innocent, is it Eds?” He asks, a devilish smirk on his handsome face.
Suddenly you feel a calloused hand reaching between your thighs, and slowly dipping into your dripping heat. You whine at the contact and inch your hips upwards, desperate for more. “Look at that, she wants more,” Eddie chuckles, landing you with three hard smacks straight to your pussy, making you cry out.
“Please,” you choke out through tears, not even sure what you’re asking for at this point.
“What baby? Please what? Please hit you harder?” Eddie taunts, landing another smack to your ass, then one to your thigh.
You groan at the sting, the way it turns from pain to pleasure making all the wires in your brain cross. Your mind feels completely fuzzy and at a loss for words.
“You Take the punishment you deserve,” Steve says to you, his grip on your chin strong.
“I take the punishment I deserve,” you repeat, your brain mush. Eddie lands another smack to your thigh but you don’t jump this time, signaling how far gone you are. “Thatta girl, let that silly brain turn off. All it does is get you in trouble. Let your Daddies take care of you,” Eddie says, his fingers tracing along your ass and thighs, soothing the already bruising areas.
“I take the punishment I deserve,” you repeat, looking at Steve with wide eyes. He licks his lips and smiles at you. “Good girl,” he says, wiping the sweat from your head and pushing the hair from your face. You can see the way he bites his lip and looks at you, his face inching closer to yours.
“Eds, can I kiss her?” Steve asks, his eyes never leaving your mouth.
“Sure pretty boy, but not too long,” Eddie says, his fingers inching toward your core. Steve connects his lips with yours right as Eddie slips a finger inside of you, causing you to groan loudly into Steve’s mouth, his grip on your hair tight.
Eddie slowly pumps his finger in and out of you with such ease because of how wet you are. You can’t help the breathy moans leaving your mouth at the sensation, mixed with the taste of Steve on your tongue.
It stops all too soon, before you know it Eddie pulls out his finger and is hauling you upwards, throwing you onto the bed on your back. All while Steve starts taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers, his hard dick prominent under the clothing.
Eddie forces your legs open, bare to him as he creeps between them, leaving bites all along your thighs. Steve joins you on the bed on his knees, dropping his boxers so his cock bounces free, thick and full and already oozing with precum. You moan at the sight.
“Yeah baby, you want a taste?” Eddie teases you, seeing your eyes wide at the sight of Steve’s cock inches from your face.
You nod vigorously, hands reaching for it before Steve slaps them away, his own hand wrapping around his cock and tugging slowly.
“Ask him nicely,” Eddie says, his voice low and controlled.
“Please,” you huff. “P-please let me taste it Daddy,” you practically beg, leaving your mouth open for him. Steve shakes his head at you, then looks toward Eddie.
“I don’t think she wants it bad enough,” he says. You whine and try to sit up in protest, only for Steve to push you back on the bed by your chest.
“You heard him baby. You’re going to have to beg better than that,” Eddie says, his mouth now nearly touching your cunt. You can feel his hot breath on it, making you raise your hips in an attempt to meet him, only to be held down by his big palm.
You groan at the lack of contact from both men. “Pleeeeease,” you whine. Your eyes are locked on Steve as his hand starts to grip harder and harder around what you want most. “Please Daddy I want your cock so so bad. I want it in my mouth so bad Daddy please fuck my throat. I need it. I need it,” you beg, not caring anymore how desperate you sound.
Steve chuckles and moves forward, connecting his cock with your lips. He holds your head up slightly as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, groaning at the sensation.
“That’s it baby, just let Daddy fuck your little mouth,” he says, entering his own bliss.
Eddie smiles at the sight in front of him. Your dripping pussy in front of his face, and your mouth full of Steve’s throbbing cock.
He grinds himself on the side of the bed, getting some much needed pressure as he slowly connect his lips with your pussy.
You moan what little sounds you can as Steve starts to thrust harder into your throat. You feel Eddie work his skilled tongue, running slow stripes from your hole to your clit and back, over and over, in time with Steve’s thrusts. The sensations all bringing you closer and closer to an edge that you didn’t think you would reach tonight.
Your throat closes around Steve’s cock, slightly gagging at the back. “Fuck. Such a good little fuck doll,” Steve groans.
Eddie starts flicking his tongue faster and faster at your clit, the sensation building and building. He moans into your pussy, sending vibrations all the way up your spine and moaning around Steve’s cock.
“Just like that. I’m gonna cum down your throat baby fuck,” Steve says, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. You taste his load hitting the back of your throat as you feel your own orgasm continuing to build at the expertise of Eddie’s mouth.
The sounds you’re making are unholy. Swallowing Steve’s cum as he pulls out, only to have his hand grip your throat as you start to shake under the skill of Eddie’s mouth. Steve releases your throat briefly as you feel the sensation in your core about to burst. “Sir I’m gonna- You’re gonna make me cum- Can I - Can I please-“ you say, your voice staggered and wavering, a mess of words strung together.
You’re at the edge, your orgasm about to explode through you when Eddie suddenly stops completely, removing himself from where you need him most, and pinning your thighs open.
You cry out. “No! No No No no no no please,” you beg, tears streaming down your face at the lack of release and loss of your bliss. You sit upwards, looking at the sadistic man between your legs.
“Little girls who break rules don’t get to cum, sweetheart,” Eddie says, backing away from your core.
You can’t help the tears that are freely flowing down your cheeks at this point. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Sir. I’m sorry Daddy it won’t happen again. I know I Know I’m-“ you blubber, your body shaking with stimulation and adrenaline at the situation. Steve cradles your head while Eddie kisses your thighs.
“You know it’s because we care about you right baby? We just want you to be safe and happy and healthy,” Eddie says, his voice tender between your legs.
You nod sweetly into Steve’s arms and he kisses your head.
“I sorry,” you say, and you really mean it.
Eddie nods, and Steve rubs your head. You feel Eddie’s weight disappear from the bed as Steve cups your face and kisses you again. He pulls away from your lips, ghosting them with his own sweet taste.
“You’re going to be good and let Eddie fuck your sweet little pussy, okay sweet girl?” Steve says, his voice barely more than a dark whisper.
You core tightens at the thought. “Yes daddy,” you say, looking into Steve’s eyes as you feel Eddie’s weight back on the bed. You look to see the tattooed man now fully naked between your legs, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, already seeming to be extremely worked up from the lack of attention.
Steve continues to cradle your face as Eddie begins pushing his tip inside of you, making your eyes roll back at the sensation of being split open. Eddie never fails to make you cock drunk with the way he teases you, slowly going in and out, not fully giving you all of him until he decides he’s ready to fuck you.
You groan, your body full of bliss as Eddie works himself slowly in and out of you, his hands holding your legs open and his teeth clenched. “God I love this tight fucking cunt,” Eddie groans, his thrusts starting to pick up.
You feel your orgasm coming back to build again as he continues to hit the spot inside of you that only he and Steve can pleasure. “That’s it baby, take his cock,” Steve praises you, holding you so your body fully relaxes into his hairy arms as Eddie mercilessly uses you for his own pleasure.
Eddie’s thrusts quicken as Steve begins to toy with your erect nipples, the sensations becoming all-consuming. All you can see, hear, think, smell, is Eddie and Steve - Steve and Eddie. “Let go. Let your brain go,” Steve coos into your ear. And you do, you let yourself go completely to them .
“Please Daddy,” you beg, talking to both of them. “Please Daddy I’m gonna cum. Can I please - pl-please cum Daddy?” You beg, tears pricking your eyes, the explosion holding off as much as you can.
Eddie grunts into you, his thrusts getting sloppy, he’s close too. “Cum with me baby, cum on my cock,” Eddie says. And you do. And he does. And it’s white light and pleasure coursing through your veins. You can feel Eddie stutter inside of you as you pulse around him, and feel Steve’s gentle hands holding you as you release in his arms.
You don’t know how long you’re in your state of bliss before coming down, breathing heavy and eyes blurry, Feeling Eddie’s weight on top of you and Steve holding you against his chest. The room is filled with the sweet scents of you all and the sound of your breathing.
“Thank you,” you whisper into Steve’s chest an he just shushes you and continues to pet your head.
“We love you baby,” Eddie says, looking up at you  from your chest, his brown eyes big and soft and kind and tired.
You can’t help the smile that grows on your warm face. “I love you both so much. Thank you for taking care of me even if I can’t sometimes,” you say, grateful rather than guilty. One of the best parts of your dynamic is the grace with which emotions ebb and flow - how the honesty allows for grace on all sides.
“Thank you for letting us,” Steve says, resting his head on top of yours. You all lay together, Eddie humming a tune you’re not sure of, while you comb your fingers through his hair, and Steve does the same to you. It’s your happy place.
Before you know it, you’re waking up to Steve gently shaking you. You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep with the naked boys, but all you knew was how relaxed you felt. “Shower time,” Steve says, reaching his hand out for yours.
You yawn and move slowly. “You better hurry before Eddie takes up all the hot water,” he mutters to you, standing you up and tapping your sore butt. You giggle and walk to the shower, happy, healthy, and grateful.
“Eddie…why is there a plate of spaghetti with you in the bathroom?” You ask, seeing the plate by the sink.
“Fucking you makes me very hungry sweetheart,” he laughs, before pulling you into the hot water with him and covering you with bubbly soap, making you laugh and cuddle into him as Steve gets you a fresh towel for after.
Their aftercare always warms your heart, and reminds you that even when you’re in trouble, you’re in good, safe hands with the two boys by your side.
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morganbritton132 · 10 months
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ahhhh i just spent the last three days reading every post on the emtts tag and im in love with your whole little universe. i kept meaning to make a list of all of the little things but i kept getting distracted and forgetting so i only started at april 18th bc i NEED (subject to your willingness to expand/care act this particular part of your universe) to hear more about all of the little stories of steve getting arrested (particularly hopper arresting steve?? and them breaking into steves parents house?)
thanks for this amazing space!! you’ve made a universe that ive been thinking about constantly and that expands on the characters in such a beautiful mundane way, its very cool!!
ps i just read one of the follow ups in the death threat part where steve admits he doesn’t want to stop teaching bc dustin asks eddie about it and i think im about to cry holy shit
pps on the death threat part with diane oh god. like just steve having to figure it out in front of her and her explaining to him and him admitting to just not being ok i just
First, thank you so much! This is all so very nice of you to say and props for getting through everything in three days. It is quite a bit! It’s honestly amazing how much has been written in such a short amount of time. I’m only going to cover Steve getting ‘arrested’ and I’ll touch on Steve and Eddie’s breaking and entering at a later date.
Steve started having seizures a little after they closed the gate on the Upside Down for good or, well. They started noticing that he was having seizures after they closed the gate. It was heavily implied in the undertone of his doctor’s voice that these seizures were likely going on for a while and that they likely not going to stop anytime soon.
Steve took this news as well as anybody could.
Everybody was kinda waiting for him to have a breakdown over it, but it never happened because Steve was – well, he wasn’t fine. Obviously. But it is what it is, right? If the worst thing to come out of all this Upside Down stuff is that he’s a little dumber than he was before than how could he complain?
Max was learning how to walk again.
What Steve didn’t take well was his doctor telling him that he wasn’t allowed to drive anymore. In fact, he did not take that news at all. He completely ignored it, and he ignored the looks that Robin when give him when he drove himself to work, and he would say, “It’s not like I’m driving the kids around or anything. It’s just me.”
“And that’s supposed to make me worry less?”
“I pull over if I feel weird.”
He wasn’t actually driving all that much anyways. Robin got her permit and Eddie got the all-clear to drive again, so no one needed to rope Nancy into lecturing him about ‘the dangers.’ He didn’t need Dustin’s complaining or Eddie’s ‘hey, maybe you should listen to them’ or Joyce stopping him on his way out the door. And he didn’t need Hopper.
Steve was learning to accept that sometimes he needed help. He was doing better, but Steve practically lived alone despite the jokes people were making about him being at Eddie’s all the time, and he wasn’t going to bother someone just because he needed toilet paper.
Steve was sitting in his car outside of the Fair Mart, trying to remember why he needed to go there in the first place, when there was a knock on his window. He startled and blinked hard twice before looking over at the drivers’ side window. He frowned.
Hopper was standing there and he looked annoyed. He gestured for him to get out of the car and Steve frowned more, fumbling with his seatbelt before pushing the door open. For lack of anything else to do once he was out of the car, Steve said, “Hey, what’s up?”
Hopper frowned more like he was annoyed with Steve which was, in itself, was really annoying because Steve didn’t do anything. He was just here to buy… He was here to get… Wait. “Huh?”
Hopper sighed loudly and repeated himself. Slowly. “Give me. Your keys.”
Maybe it was Hopper’s tone or maybe there was some stock in what his doctor said mood swings, or maybe Steve was just tired of everybody treating him like a baby that needed taken care of and watched. Just when Hopper reached to take the keys out of his hand, Steve shoved him away.
Everything kinda blurred at the edges and the headache that’s been wedged in the corner of Steve’s jaw pulsed. He didn’t really take a breath until Hopper shoved him against the hood of his car.
Hopper cuffed metal around his wrists and said, “Good going, Harrington.”
Steve yanked on his arm and snapped back, “You’re not even a cop anymore. You can’t arrest me.”
“Call it a citizen’s arrest.”
Eddie laughed for four minutes of Steve’s five minute phone call at the police station. He laughed so hard that Steve knew that he was holding his side where the bites were the deepest because they were still tender, and Steve just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up. Are you gonna get me?”
“Hm, yeah,” Eddie grinned through the phone. “Yeah. It’s a little ironic that the Prom K-“
Steve hung up the phone.
The ‘charges’ that Hopper (not a cop) threatened to ‘throw the book at him’ for were driving without a valid driver’s license. There was a part of Steve that knew that this was all just for show to teach him a lesson, but still argued that he had a valid license because no one took it away from him, and actually, “This is false imprisonment, right? Maybe I should call my family lawyer.”
It was even more annoying that Eddie – rolling into the building smelling like weed an hour later – agreed with Hopper. 
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Unrequited - Chapter 4 - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader
chapter 2 | chapter 3
wc: 4k
contains: one-sided love, angst, birth giving scene
a/n: you see how i'm spoiling you and posting two chapters within the same week? i'd like some appreciation for that 👀 also, i have to state that in no way i am encouraging or implying slutshaming in this chapter. i don't think it is even a thing on pandora. the reason why some dialogues with mo'at can be seen as harsh is bc she is the tsahik and she believes it is wrong to connect physically without spiritual bond
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“I was beginning to think you finally changed your mind about me,” Tsu’tey said playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he saw you.
Your cheeks were flushed from the rushed walk you took to catch him before he left. It was already an hour past the eclipse, and if it weren't for your recent busy evenings, he would have left long ago.
“Now stop trying to pin the things you would do on me,” you rolled your eyes at him, leaning against the entrance.
You were struggling to hide a smile from forming on your lips, relieved that he was still there. Tsu’tey sat on the ground with his back propped against the wall, a small knife in his hand, which he had been using to entertain himself with. The arrows he had sharpened during his waiting were arrayed next to him as a big sign of his boredom.
It wasn’t that Tsu’tey did not have a lot on his mind. The responsibilities of the Olo’eyktan have been taking up his whole days; from the moment the sun rose, he was consumed by the matters that demanded his attention. But when the nights stood still and your bodies were wrapped around each other, he could temporarily forget the weight of his obligations. The warmth of your skin and the softness of your touch have been keeping him distracted, distanced from the things he cared about in the daylight. And the attachment that he started to form to you was like a sudden gust of wind that swept him away, making him long for you more often that he’d like to admit. It scared him.
“You seem drained,” he commented.
“The lessons were harder this week,” you sighed. 
“Ah, I see… I thought you were talented,” his tone was serious, but you could tell that he was only teasing you. Giving you a hard time for making him wait. 
“I am,” you huffed, feeling defensive, “Tsahik thinks that I have a knack for herbals, so she wants me to focus more on the technique… That is where I lack the skill.”
Tsu’tey nodded, listening intently. Recently, the reason why lessons had been draining you was precisely why you and Tsu’tey began spending some time talking about your lives, before pursuing the desires of your bodies. It was strangely comforting to share some of you with Tsu’tey, who had previously known nothing about you. It made him feel cruel sometimes that he was only now getting to know you and discovering your personality, yet he dreaded the feeling of investing in a relationship that wasn’t supposed to last. 
But the ending seemed near when rumors began circulating about you two. It all started out when one of the warriors saw Tsu’tey exiting the training hut early in the morning, and later found your anklet inside. At first, the incident was brushed off as a young trainee's fling, but when Fya’at unintentionally made a comment about your scent during a gathering, the gossip started to spread like a fire. Your attempts to pass it off like a joke were clearly a failure, considering the suspicious gazes following you everywhere, making you feel like a prey in the jungle. 
But the final drop was dramatically worse, when during a communal dinner, a woman named Tse'a'ha suddenly burst into tears. All attention then was turned to her, as she threw a harsh look at Tsu’tey and stomped off. Tsu’tey gulped down and ordered everyone to return to their food, clearly admitting that he had some knowledge of what had happened. The next morning, you found out that Tse’a’ha had brought Tsu’tey gifts in an attempt to court him, but he had turned her down with the words that his heart was already taken. You knew right away that he was referring to Silwanin but the venomous tongues twisted Tsu’tey’s words into gossip, making him out to be a chief who was hiding his mate.
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Tsu’tey stood with his arms crossed over his chest, intently surveying the training warriors in front of him. The clattering of weapons echoed through the air as the Olo'eyktan scrutinized their every movement with a critical eye.
“Tsu’tey, may I speak to you in private?” Takuk’s voice distracted him with a note of urgency.
“Sure,” Tsu’tey nodded, turning his gaze towards his warrior, “I’m headed back to the Home Tree, walk with me?”
Takuk hummed in agreement, falling behind the chief. They walked away from the training camp, and once they were out of earshot, Tsu’tey slowed his step, indicating that he was ready to listen. Despite his usual easy going nature, Takuk seemed to be nervous. He cleared his throat, earning a curious look from Tsu’tey.
“What is it?” 
“I wanted to talk to you about Y/N,” Takuk started out slowly, as if testing the waters. 
“What about her?” Tsu’tey tensed up involuntarily, already sensing the direction in which the conversation was headed.
“Well… I was wondering if the rumors about you courting her are true? I do not wish to cross the Olo’eyktan.” 
Takuk’s words seemed to hang in the air, the tension between them palpable. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but feel irritated that the man wasn’t scared of him, approaching him head-on. But there was really no reason to be mad at him, Takuk had the right to check.
“I am not courting her,” Tsu’tey finally answered after a long pause.
“So, if you are not courting her, then, can I?” Takuk's lips curled into a small smile, “Of course, only if there is nothing between you -”
“Y/N is a free woman,” Tsu’tey cut him off, “If you wish to court her, that is up to her.”
“Right,” Takuk nodded in gratitude, “I had a feeling it was only gossip. Thank you.”
Takuk bowed deeply before excusing himself, leaving Tsu’tey lost in his own thoughts. He realized that he had no right to claim you as his own, as he was the one to set the rules from the start. If you showed interest in someone else, he would have to step away with respect and let you live your life free of any complications.
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Your eyes burned with tears as you watched Saronyu struggle through her labor, surrounded by a few of you. Her mate held her tightly against his chest as she fought for breath under the stern instructions of Tsahik. You and Neytiri sat on the opposite sides, holding Saronyu's hands as she pushed through the pain. Her swollen belly heaved, with each breath, exhaustion and agony etched on her face. Your own muscles ached in sympathy, imagining the incredible pain she was experiencing.
“You’re doing great, Saronyu,” you wiped her forehead with a damp cloth, “Just a little bit more.”
She nodded her head, her eyes locked onto Tsahik, seated between her legs. Under Mo’at’s commanding voice, she took a deep breath to prepare herself before pushing. You felt her grip tighten around you with a grunt, and then you heard it, when the infant took its first breath with a loud cry. 
Mo'at worked quickly, checking the baby's vitals and cleaning it before placing it into Saronyu's outstretched arms. The room filled with compliments and words of congratulations as the new parents gazed down at their child with giddy smiles. You couldn’t help but smile yourself, the miracle of life never ceasing to amaze you. This was the first birth after the battle with the sky people, and it seemed to symbolize something greater for the clan. Saronyu’s firstborn was a reminder for hope and resilience. Life on Pandora would continue no matter the hardships.
Neytiri was the first to leave the hut, while you stayed behind to help Mo’at with cleaning up. She left the flap open, revealing a small window into what was happening inside. A group of Na’vi lingered outside the hut and cheered in excitement and pride, when Neytiri revealed the newborn’s name. Basking in the joyous atmosphere, Jake pulled his mate into a tight embrace. She smiled at him, as he complimented her assistance. 
Tsu’tey stood a little behind them, his eyes locking on your frame inside the hut. He felt a sense of warmth spread through his chest at the way you cradled the baby so gently. You were cooing at it with a small smile, occasionally lifting your gaze to Saronyu and her mate who were beaming at their newfound bundle of joy. As the Olo'eyktan, Tsu’tey felt obligated to be present in a monumental moment like this. He had seen birthgivings before but this one, due to its timing, felt special. A small smile played at the corner of his lips, which did not escape Neytiri’s curious eye. She tugged at his arm playfully.
“Y/N is good with babies, no?” she asked, capturing his attention.
Tsu’tey only hummed in agreement, knowing that she was probably getting at something, but he was too distracted to think about it . Jake’s eyes flickered between his mate and Tsu’tey with a clear skepticism. He was convinced that Mo’at’s theory was baseless: the only time he ever saw you and Tsu’tey interact was when he yelled at you in the healing hut. But Neytiri had grown up with both of you, she could sense that the dynamic had shifted. She just couldn’t figure out the reason for it. 
“She can make an excellent Tsahik one day,” Neytiri pressed, “My mother wouldn’t choose just anyone to give lessons to.”
Tsu’tey knew it had been true. Mo’at had a strong judge of character, knowing immediately if she liked someone or not: it was rare to convince her otherwise. Tsahik picking someone for individual lessons was the highest praise any healer, besides the tsakarem, could get. You were talented, and Mo’at recognized that. 
But Tsu’tey also felt attacked by her choice. It was clear to him that Mo’at had been growing impatient with him and was threatening to choose a tsakarem on her own. Her strong personality didn’t go well with Tsu’tey’s, so she was pushing him into either accepting her choice of future Tsahik, or finding himself a new mate. Despite this knowledge, Tsu’tey decided against revealing it to you when you first told him about taking lessons. You seemed so happy to be given such an opportunity, and he did not wish to minimize your efforts to the mere wish of Mo’at trying to set you up with the chief.
“Neytiri,” Jake pulled her back into him gently, “Leave him alone.”
“No,” she shook her head, like a child, “I am right about this, you will see.”
Jake sighed with a small smirk, watching Neytiri take Tsu’tey by his wrist and lead him away. Tsu’tey was confused but he trailed after her regardless. When she reached a more private setting, she crouched down and encouraged Tsu’tey to do the same. 
“I know that lately my mother has been pushing you to find a mate,” she gave him a knowing look.
“She is too stubborn,” Tsu’tey let out a defeated chuckle. It was beginning to feel like a big joke that was being played on him, “She won’t hear my refusal.” “What is the reason for your refusal?” Neytiri asked softly.
Tsu’tey took a long pause, carefully considering his answer. If there was anyone he could confide in, it would be Neytiri. After all, she understood the toll that Silwanin’s death had taken on him.
“I can’t force myself again,” he answered with a shake of his head, “Eywa knows… I’ve tried very hard. You know it too - we did our best.”
Tsu’tey gestured between the two of them, earning her understanding nod. Neytiri recalled the time when they were first forced into a bond. Back then, she had tried her hardest to feel something more for Tsu’tey. But she could only see him as a brother, and so did he. His heart never stopped belonging to Silwanin, so all they could do was put on a facade to respect the clan. Much to Neytiri’s liking, that quickly crumbled when Jake appeared in her life.
“Tsu’tey, you will always love Silwanin. No one can take that away from you,” she reached out to point to his chest, “She will always be in your heart. Just like she is in mine,” Neytiri then pointed to her own chest, “But life must go on. Dwelling on the past will not leave space for hope.”
“Hope for what? All I got from hoping was loss and disappointment,” Tsu’tey threw harshly.
“If I have learned anything from loss is that there is always a new beginning,” Neytiri’s gaze softened, as she thought back to Jake. 
“Not all of us are destined for new beginnings.”
“I understand your pain, Tsu'tey, but you cannot keep your heart closed off forever,” Neytiri placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “I am sure that Eywa has something planned for you, but you refuse to accept it…Silwanin would have wanted you to be happy.”
Tsu’tey covered her hand with his, letting the words sink in. Deep down, he knew there was some truth to what she was saying, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. It was too risky to get his hopes high up again. 
“Tell me what is bothering you,” she asked gently, receiving nothing but silence in return, “A secret for a secret?”
Tsu’tey couldn’t help but smirk at the phrase; it reminded him of the way they used to negotiate as kids. A secret for a secret. What could Neytiri possibly tell him to make him reveal his attachment to you? He felt like she was bluffing, but Neytiri proceeded without getting his approval.
“I am pregnant,” her voice rang softly in his ears.
His eyes widened, as he gazed down at her stomach. There was no visible bump yet, it was far too soon for her to be showing, but the way she cradled her middle was enough to make his heart race.
“Is it true?” he asked. 
“You are one of the first to know,” Neytiri nodded with a smile, “It is still early, but the baby grows stronger with each passing day. My mother wanted me to be present during Saronyu’s labor to be prepared for my own.”
“Does Jake Sully know?” Tsu’tey asked tentatively.
“I will tell him tonight.”
Tsu’tey felt a surge of joy overwhelm him as he pulled her into his arms for a warm embrace. Despite their occasional disagreements, Neytiri was like a sister to him, the only family he had left. The fact that she confided in him about her pregnancy before Jake made Tsu’tey feel incredibly touched.
“May Eywa bless your child,” Tsu’tey murmured, his hand rubbing her back. 
When they pulled apart, there was a twinkle in her eyes. Tsu’tey couldn't help but smile at how happy she seemed. He watched her lose so much in her life, this was the new beginning she deserved. He wondered if he deserved a chance at happiness too.
“Now it is your turn,” Neytiri said. Tsu’tey took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the conversation ahead.
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“Wrong,” Mo’at announced with a harsh tone, watching intently as you worked on making a paste.
You winced, applying more force to the pestle but it didn’t make much difference. Her eyes pierced through you with judgment, yet you couldn’t figure out what exactly you were doing wrong.
“The force must come from the shoulders, not the whole body,” she spoke up, her voice stern, as if she had just read your mind.
You felt a pang of embarrassment, as you tried again, this time using your shoulders only to apply the necessary pressure. Mo'at remained silent, seeming more satisfied with your correction. She rarely admitted to you doing something right, but when you slipped up, she would make you stay late and work, until you mastered the technique. It seemed like this lesson was going to stretch out into a longer one too.
“I apologize for my interruption,” a voice broke the quiet concentration of the lesson, catching both you and Mo’at by surprise. 
Takuk stood awkwardly in the entrance, before bowing deeply in greeting. His eyes flickered playfully between you and Tsahik, until his gaze settled on Mo’at. She waited patiently for him to continue.
“I did not wish to disturb the lesson,” he said, “I just wanted to know when I can expect it to end?”
“Why do you need to know that?” Mo’at raised an eyebrow, her eyes sharp and questioning.
“I would like to invite Y/N for a stroll after she is done,” he admitted, throwing a quick glance at you.
You felt a blush creeping up your neck, caught off guard by his boldness. Mo’at looked back at you with slight confusion, urging you to answer.
“I am afraid I already have plans to tend to after my lesson, Takuk,” you answered apologetically.
“It is alright, we can go tomorrow. I just have something important to talk to you about.”
“Oh,” was all you could say, “Sure?”
“I will see you tomorrow then. I’m sorry again for the interruption,” Takuk said, bowing before taking his leave.
You could sense Mo’at’s disapproval radiating off of her, and you felt ashamed to have negotiated plans in front of her during the middle of the lesson. She clicked her tongue in irritation, gesturing at the pestle and mortar. You quickly resumed pounding the herbs, feeling her eyes on you.
“That boy wants to court you?”
“Oh, I am not sure,” you mumbled, “Maybe.”
“He must either be brave or stupid for going after a promised woman.”
You looked up at her in surprise, pausing in your movements before coming to a stop.
“I am not a promised woman,” you objected.
“Of course you are,” her voice was stern, “You have mated with the Olo'eyktan.”
“What? I am not -” you shook your head in bewilderment.
“Do you think I am stupid?” she tsked, gesturing at you, “I can smell him on you every time you come here. No amount of washing can cover that. Maybe once, but not this often.”
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at how accurately she had pinpointed it. Was there even any point in denying it? Mo’at could see right through you.
“You must warn that boy to stay away. He must not disrespect his Olo'eyktan, you and Tsu’tey are now mates,” she ordered.
“We are not mates, Tsahik,” embarrassed, you lowered your gaze.
“Of course, you are, You have performed a tsaheylu and mated before Eywa. You are bonded for life now,” she explained angrily, as if you were dense. Your shoulders slumped involuntarily.
“There was no blessing from Eywa. No tsaheylu,” you admitted quietly. 
Mo’at stared at you in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. With a deep sigh, she stood up and stormed out of the hut, leaving you alone in your thoughts. Deep in shame, you remained seated on the ground, your eyes still glued to the same spot. Tsahik must think very little of you now and will most likely forbid you from ever visiting her again. You were suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the hut. You quickly scrambled to your feet, when you saw Mo’at enter with Tsu’tey. 
She gestured for him to stand next to you, and he complied, a knowing expression already plastered on his face as he threw you a quick glance. Mo'at looked angrier than you had ever seen her before, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made you shrink back in fear.
“What is this that I am hearing?” she demanded loudly, "You have committed a great disrespect to Eywa."
You lowered your ears, feeling the blood rush to your face in embarrassment. Involuntarily, Tsu’tey lowered his ears too. Despite his newfound confidence as the chief, he still felt ashamed in front of Mo’at. He had always considered her to be like a second mother to him. Mo’at spoke again, her voice dripping with disapproval.
“You insulted and ignored the laws of Eywa. You continued to fool around with no bond, no tsaheylu,” she pressed her hand to her forehead, sensing a headache approaching, “How long has this been going on?” 
“Since the last moon,” Tsu’tey answered. Tsahik’s face twisted with a mixture of disappointment and disgust. She had never expected Tsu'tey, a man so proper and dedicated to his duty, to behave like a selfish, reckless child.
“Stupid,” she spat, gesturing between the two of you, “If you want to remain respected clan members, you must fix this… Either you begin to court this girl properly and make a bond with the blessing of Eywa, or you leave her alone to find herself a mate.”
“But Tsahik -” you opened your mouth to protest, but Mo'at hissed at you, cutting you off.
“I do not wish to hear anything else. Do not show your faces to me unless you fix this.”
She dismissed you with a wave of your hand, as you and Tsu’tey rushed to step out of the hut. The darkness outside enveloped you, and you wondered where Mo’at had found Tsu’tey. You cursed him mentally for not being farther away. 
“I’m sorry for telling her, she just…” you trailed off guiltily. 
“I know, it’s not your fault,” Tsu’tey nodded in understanding.
He strode ahead, and you followed behind him in silence, waiting for him to speak. Things were going to change now, and you hoped that the bond that was forming between you and Tsu’tey would help, but his next words quickly shattered it.
“Tsahik is right. We can’t be together,” Tsu'tey said, his voice heavy with resignation, “I am being selfish.”
“What are you saying?” you scrunched up your face.
“From now on, we must stop seeing each other. I promise to respect your space, and there will be no reason to dwell on what has happened between us anymore. I want you to have the freedom to find a mate.”
“No! I don’t want a mate,” you protested,  “I don’t want anyone, I only want you. You know that.”
“It is wrong,” Tsu’tey stepped away from you, “I am grateful for the time we spent together, but Tsahik is right. I have to dedicate myself to my duty and give you a chance to choose a proper mate.”
“This is nonsense,” you huffed, “I thought we had an agreement.”
“Yes,” Tsu’tey agreed, “Which I am following through with right now. I think Takuk and you can make an excellent match.”
“Takuk?” you asked, the hurt evident in your voice.
“He asked for my permission to court you this morning. You should give him a chance.”
You felt your heart shatter into pieces. He had been the one to push you towards someone else, making it clear that he didn't love you. You had clung to the hope that his feelings might change, but now it seemed like he had given up on you completely. Your throat tightened as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
"You had no right to do that, to give permission on my behalf," you jabbed a finger into his chest, your voice filled with anger, "You are merciless."
“I am sorry, Y/N,” Tsu’tey let out a long sigh, catching your hand in his, “I will not forgive myself if I ruin your chance at happiness.”
His eyes bore into yours, expression softenting. For a fleeting moment it felt like he hated himself for letting you down. He squeezed your hand, bringing it to his chest.
“You have no idea how much I love you, do you?” you asked bitterly, pulling your hand out of his grasp, “I was stupid for thinking you could ever, ever feel the same way. And you warned me from the beginning.”
"It is not true, I -” Tsu’tey interrupted himself, shaking his head, “I care for you deeply but I cannot give you what you want.”
He caught your hand again but you yanked it away from his grip. The pain in your chest was suffocating you.
"Don't touch me," you hissed.
The tears that threatened to fall earlier were now streaming down your face, as you walked away, leaving Tsu’tey standing there alone. By the time you reached home, you couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked your body. You weren't sure if you could ever put your shattered heart back together because Tsu'tey now possessed every single piece of it.
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anadiasmount · 8 months
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Hi! If you still take requests can you do a bf christian pulisic headcanons please? I don’t see a lot of them for him 🥺
christian as a boyfriend ❣️
would always keep a hand on you every where you go. his love language is touch, so it can be, holding ur hand in public, on ur thigh, when your sleeping a hand around ur waist, a hand on your butt when he becomes possessive bc ik he is.
he kisses you softly, a hand on you hip and the other one resting on your cheek. as much as you love his gentle and soft kisses, you can’t help but enjoy the heated ones as well.
his heated kisses where he starts kissing ur neck all the way up to ur jaw, kissing the corners of your mouth before connecting your lips together. he especially loves bitting ur bottom lip and pulling it back, watching as you blush beneath his touch, his hand slightly around your throat with the smallest pressure. “god baby look at you. so pretty for me.”
bf!christian where he takes pictures of you secretly every where you are. you could be simply washing dishes or cooking but there he is with his phone. when grocery shopping and ur picking our sweets and crisps, you driving, you dancing freely to music. when you’d ask him he would shrug it off. “took it while you weren’t looking.”
during important events, he would spoil you, sometimes hiring a makeup and hairstylist for you, buying you a new pair of heels and dress. surprising you with a pair of earring and a necklace with his initial bc ur his. “don’t take it off. everyone needs to know ur mine, and only mine.”
i just know he’d be possessive about you in every aspect. you making small convo with the man at the bakery and he’s just there looking at him with a smug. at the gym where he towers you and covers you from anyone’s view. when taking a mirror selfie he places a hand around ur waist or on your boob. “gotta remind them, that’s all.”
on a rainy day he’s extra snuggly. you’d spend your day cleaning and then lay on the couch. make cookies and light his favorite candle. as much as he loves being big spoon, he feel safe and sound in ur arms. christian’s head on your chest while you draw small shapes on his back.
he knows how anxious you can get especially when it’s a place that’s super crowded so he’d tell you to trace his tattoos, and kissing ur temple every now and then. “trace them baby. distract yourself from them. it’s just me and you... i love you prettygirl.”
he’s a super private person like you, so date nights at home are special to him. you teaching him how to cut the vegetables required, telling him to mix the food in the pan/ pot. when everything is done, he grabs ur hand and brings you into him, dancing softly in the kitchen, hearing him sing to you.
when visiting the states, he takes you on his boat, spending the whole day swimming, reading, playing chess bc he taught you, and then helping him grill (bc he’s a grilling dad at heart). you would take pictures of him in the sunset, lay together with a blanket keeping you warm, and kiss him bc you truly can’t help it. “so handsome baby. cant get enough of you…”
christian bf where he gives you his jersey to wear and expect you to show it off. it drives him insane, especially when ur hair is up and it gives him a view of you small ear tattoo and on your neck as well. when ur alone he would definitely kiss them and just be in a horny mood. “yk how much i love when ur hair is up y/n… especially with my name on ur back. ur killing me out there.”
when the two of you can’t sleep, you spend hours discussing ur futures together. the two of you sacrificing to stay together, so anywhere he goes you go. talks about having kids, owning a ranch looking home, a big dog to protect you and the kids when he isn’t home. taking more vacations, to places YOU want to go to. “anything and anywhere you want, baby. you name it and i’ll give it to you.”
bf christian where he kisses your knuckles randomly, and you blushing bc it causes you off guard.
when he sleep you just fall deep in concentration at his beautiful face. ur eyes drawing back and forth from his small scars, to his freckles which you adore. the moles, the faint wrinkles, his stubble 😵‍💫
you begging him not to shave but he still does so bc he loves seeing you all pouty and moody. “sorry baby, but i just hate it.”
getting a tattoo that’s sort of dedicated to you. and when he finally tells you he’s just laughing at ur shocked face.
i just know when he’s drunk, he’s constantly wanting attention, doing things to show off, making you laugh by his dad jokes, and just being all soft and gentle. “baby watch this… i bet you haven’t heard this one… just hold me, need to feel you against me…”
him just praising you for everything, “good girl princess… being such a good girl for me… look at you baby, doing so good for me…”
him handing you his hoodies bc of how easily you get cold. knowing he gets mad when you stick ur cold toes in his warm skin, groaning at the contact. “baby! no pls stop… it feels cold.”
christian bf where he buys you the book you add to ur wishlist and when you’d ask how he knew, he would confess that he just knows. but since he loves spoiling you, he would look through that list specifically.
CHRISTIAN WEARING JEWELRY 😵‍💫😵‍💫 a watch specifically, or rings and it makes you go insane.
bc christian purposely wearing no shirt when around you, watching how you get all shy and innocent, but you just adore his back muscles, and his abs. dragging your small hand around his soft and warm skin, knowing he will get goosebumps.
bf christian having to wake up early for training, so he leaves notes for you reminding you how much he loves you, stuff you need for the house, or that he left coffee/ breakfast for you.
bf christian always being down to watch old movies with you. but instead of watching the movies he just pays attention to your eyes growing wide at ur favorite scenes or lines, ur smiles growing wide, holding you when you hysterically cry at certain scenes.
christian bf becoming so sad and scared that he’s going to lose you one day, even crying bc he never wants to let you go. “i can’t help it baby. if you were to ever leave idk if i could cope without you. pls promise me you won’t leave me? ever? i love you babygirl. want you all to myself.”
these are all i could come up with for now :( but i want to make another one bc i enjoyed making this one!! sorry if it’s short but this is how i picture bf christian 🤭❣️
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yorshie · 4 months
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Congrats! The trashpile is getting bigger and bigger omg.
I would love to see Raph with 24 and 31, a lot of Romance for big red bc he deserves it
Thank you for requesting for Blurb Day, and yes, though now we've relocated to Donnie's garbage truck so we have plenty of room! We're gonna wage war against his electrical wiring. :3
You are absolutely right Big Red Does Deserve Romance! He deserves a chance to be soft! He deserves to be cared for! *is hauled off my soapbox*
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"C'mon, Raphie, please?" Your voice whined over the speakerphone, and Raph smiled softly at the nickname he still wasn't quite used to. "Both my roommates are gone for the month, we'll have the whole apartment to ourselves!"
"I'm suppose to be inviting you to dinner, you know? That's what this call is for."
"Mikey never gets done cooking until late, we've got plenty of time! Come over now and I'll come back with you when it's time, please?" You cooed once more, drawing out the word like you didn't know you'd already convinced him.
His fingers drummed carefully over the handle of his water jug, casting a look out of his gym area to make sure everyone else was still occupied. Mikey had turned up the radio in the kitchen, Leo and Donnie were no where to be seen.
With a little self-deprecating huff, conscious he was whipped, he gave in to your request. "Alright, sweetheart, it's a deal. But I'm only doing this cuz you're cute."
He heard the muffled 'Yes!' you tried to hide before you chirped, "see you soon!"
He ended the call, shoulders rolling to relieve the soreness that had creeped in after ending his workout, and quickly left the Lair before anyone could ask where he was headed.
He was thankful you always left the living room window unlocked for him, though the fit was usually a bit tight and he always felt like he was either giving someone on the outside a good show or he was two seconds from falling flat on his face. The way your eyes lit up to see him was worth it, however, and the way you pressed yourself against him while giving a greeting never failed to cause his heart to give a heavy thump.
He might have balked a little bit though, at the sheer amount of pampering items laid out on the coffee table in front of the tv. He spied the usual bottles you kept for your 'girlie nights', as he liked to call them, and turned a wide eyed, worried look towards you.
You snorted, the sound at odds to the way you buried your face against him. "Cut the look Raph, it's just the two of us, remember? No need to be shy." You reached up on tiptoes, and he dipped automatically, let you press smooches against his nearest cheekbone before the sensation caught his attention and he returned your affection with a proper kiss.
He tried to deepen it, tried to entice you with a slide of his tongue over your lower lip, but you drew back with a tsk. "Nu uh, big boy, you're getting pampered tonight, no matter what. I'll let you kiss me after we've taken off the charcoal mask."
He tilted his head back out of reach with a pout, but you only tugged on the tails of his mask, leading him over to the couch and forcing him to sit.
He tried once more to distract you, curling an arm around your waist and scooping you up against his plastron. He took a moment to scrub his snout against your neck, breathing in your scent, thankful that, while you'd remembered to turn up your heat, you'd also worn something that allowed him to take advantage of the natural warmth you put off.
He was almost convinced he had succeeded, and the two of you could maybe just cuddle, kiss, and watch a movie, when the tick of a bottle opening sounded near the left side of his head, and he sighed roughly.
"Fine, fine, get it over with, but," he caught your wrist, his grip soft despite the way it swallowed your whole hand, and asked, "we can cuddle afterwards?"
You smiled, and he was caught in the happiness blooming across your face. You leaned forward, pressed your mouth to his once more in a lingering kiss, before you slid his mask off his face. "Course we can, Red. I'll keep you warm, no worries." You pecked him once more. "And besides, you'll feel good, you know you will."
Inside, Raph silently hoped his brothers would be too distracted to notice how he smelled, but a larger part of him simply relaxed, taking comfort from the way your hands glided softly over his face, the care you took when touching him.
And, unfortunately, the charcoal mask did feel pretty good.
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alornights · 11 months
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⟢ sleepovers and treatments
➜ in which ! kyle enters the world of lush and beauty.
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💌 ﹫kyle broflovski.
✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.
🍓 ⟡ notes — i need to get my lush life together tbh
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kyle never was that interested in skincare or beauty if we're being real here, seriously guys, be honest.
of course he takes care of his hair but, very minimal.
so when he starts dating you and is invited for a sleepover at yours, he's beyond shocked at what he witnessed in your bathroom.
"Why do you have so much stuff." He murmured in disbelief, jaw dropped at the sight of your bathroom.
You laughed pulling out two face masks. "It makes me feel good, I feel accomplished and it makes me feel pretty."
He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you need all that though."
"Probably," You joked pushing him so he was sitting on the toilet, walking between his legs to start putting on his face mask, "But it's fun, it's cool, and it's trendy. And you feel like you aged down 50 years so I say that's a win."
"Oh really?" He questioned, his arms dragging you closer to him by your waist, giving you a kiss on your collarbone. "We'll see about that."
and see he did.
usually he would just, not do this. like he would just refuse.
but something about the way you just lit up whenever he let you do something had his heart melting.
so he let you put all kinds of products on his face, and tbh, took note of what might work, for research purposes ofc.
you even managed to get him to realize how bad his hair is and how he needs to bring it to its glory. lord knows how much he needed your advice on that one.
one of the main reasons he let you do this though, was because of how close you would get to him.
he loves you. which means he loves being around.
so the fact that you're so up and close to him most of the time sends butterflies to his stomach and almost gets him to giggle.
if you're standing while he sits, he'll let his hands rest at your hips to circle them or draw/write things into your skin.
extra points; he kisses any skin he sees to make you flustered.
extra extra points; you sitting in his lap so whenever he wants hell just start kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings.
this whole ordeal lasts fucking hours. let's say you start at like 7, this shit will take up until 11 or 12.
why? either you two get distracted talking about gossip or kyle is being dramatic and refuses to do something.
"Do I have to?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow, watching you take out your nail equipment.
"Yeah, your nails are horrendous to look at. You have some hot hands, they can be even hotter with good nails." You explained with a smirk, "And it's not like I'm going to color them unless you want me to."
"... What colors do you have?"
ended up not doing any color nail polish sadly, one day you'll get him though. don't worry, time is unlimited.
"All this... for a bath." He uttered turning to you in shock seeing what you had laid out for him.
He tilted his head as he watched the bath continue to steam up. Looking to the end of the bath he realized there was a stool with a few things on it.
For one, his favorite drink was in a wine bottle. Ice and mini umbrella included. Then there was a radio with old classic hits playing, some grapes, a lit vanilla candle, and a bunch of different varieties of bath bombs.
All this, for a bath.
You simply smiled, "Welcome to the lavish life."
he will be doing this at home any chance he gets.
or he'll just go over to your place. either which works.
you tried for funsies to try and do his makeup and he simply refused knowing it would somehow get passed around.
but, he wanted to do your hair to see if he was any good (totally not bc he wanted to do it for you every day in case you didn't want to). and how could you deny your boyfriend?
you started off with braids and he was surprisingly good at it for his first time. a few mistakes but overall pretty good.
this is just a silly lil thing but i imagine the two of you listening to barbie, specifically can you keep a secret while doing your routine.
NO ACTUALLY I LIED, IT WOULD BE FABULOUS, SHARPAY EVANS. JUST IMAGINE DANCING TO THAT SONG IN FRONT OF MIRROR OH LORD. KYLE GOING ALL SASSY-
by the end of the night, he feels like a new man.
he's never, and in his words, "felt so clean"
"So...." Kyle murmured climbing onto the bed to lay his head on your chest.
You smiled immediately letting your hands play with his curls, "Hmm?"
".... When are we doing this again?"
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