#me and my mother invited him out 3 different times. saying we would pay for him to go because we knew he had financial issues

[mpregandproud]

Isaac (Part 1)

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Life can change a lot in a very short time. I had a wife. A very orderly life. But it turns out that in an instant everything changed for me. What I thought would last forever vanished, never to return. I found myself lost, aimless... until Isaac appeared in my life. Let me tell you this story from the beginning.

It's safe to say that I've always loved women. In high school I was a very popular guy, and no girl could resist my charms. During the years I was in high school I dated all the girls. My friends and soccer teammates were envious of me. And it wasn't that I was a flirt. I didn't really have to do anything special.

My father, who is a very modern person for some things and very old-fashioned for others, always told me that I should be with a lot of girls. Whenever I introduced them to a girlfriend he always complimented me. It made them feel uncomfortable, also me deep down. My mother is more reserved. I know she would prefer that I had found a steady girlfriend and wasn't dating a different one every day.

I went to college to study computer science. Getting out of my hometown helped me meet new people, and that's when I met Sandra. A girl my age, tall, brown-haired, light-eyed and very self-confident. She had a very strong character, but I immediately fell in love with her. The crush was instantaneous. With her I could say that I finally found love. And, best of all, the connection was mutual. We loved each other.

That year I quit the college soccer team. I wanted to devote all my time to Sandra, go out with her, go to the movies together, take her out to dinner. Who would have believed it, the high school womanizer was such a romantic. Soon after we got engaged and that same summer we got married. We were very young, I know, but when your heart tells you to do something, you have to follow it.

When I told my mother it was the happiest day of her life. She had always dreamed of seeing me married and making her a grandmother. My father was not so enthusiastic about it, but I know that deep down he saw Sandra as a good woman for his son.

In the summer, when school was out, we got married in a tiny ceremony in Sandra's hometown. We invited a few family members, my parents and her parents, some cousins and a couple of friends. We didn't need anything spectacular, we just wanted to seal our love. It was the most beautiful day in the world. We were married. We were already husband and wife.

With the savings we had we rented a small apartment near the university. In the mornings we went to class and in the afternoons we worked to pay the rent. We never had many luxuries. We didn't need them. For three years that was our life, studying, working and, at night, loving. An idyllic life if you ask me. All day long we were together, we were inseparable.

But as I told you, life gave me a setback. Everything suddenly vanished. We were at the peak of our relationship when Sandra returned one day from her internship at a law firm with some papers in her hand. In tears she told me that our marriage was over, that she wanted a divorce. I was paralyzed, I never imagined that this could happen to me. I asked her for an explanation. "I have fallen in love with Peter, my boss. And, besides, I'm expecting a baby from him," she assured me. She had been unfaithful to me with her boss and was going to be a mom without me. The house of cards that was my life immediately collapsed.

She put the divorce papers on the kitchen table and made me sign them. I was signing it as memories of three years together and the many plans I had for our relationship came flooding into my head. In a matter of a few hours I went from being the man with the best relationship in the world to being divorced. Was I living a lie all this time? Was she really in love with me when she got married?

For the next few weeks it was impossible for me to go outside. I would just go to work and back. I didn't want to talk to anyone, just lay in bed, cry, watch sad movies and eat non-stop. I've always been a glutton, I was chubby as a child, and that's why I started playing soccer. In adolescence I grew a lot and gained muscle, it was part of my success with girls. It's true that since I stopped playing sports when I met Sandra I put on a little weight, but never as much as in those weeks. In just two weeks I gained 50 pounds from eating chips, ice cream and milkshakes all day. My life was miserable, divorced and with a beer belly that looked like I was pregnant.

One day my cousin Alfred called me. He has always cared so much about me. He is the member of my family with whom I have had the best connection. We shared our love of soccer and he was also a flirt. Alfred invited me to go to soccer with him and I said yes. I don't know why I said yes that time and not the 358 previous times he tried to get me out of the apartment. I think deep down I wanted to be in a stadium full of people where my misfortunes were not the main attraction.

I arrived at the stadium before Alfred. Not that he was ever very punctual, but that time he was so late that the game started without him being at the stadium. It was ten minutes after the start of the game when I get an SMS from him saying that he has met a girl and that he won't be able to come to the soccer with me. He must be a bastard. Damn it. I'm alone in a soccer stadium while my flirty cousin is with a girl he just met. And, if that wasn't bad enough, this whole situation reminded me that I was alone. I started to cry.

At that precise moment, the guy next to me turned and gave me a tissue to wipe my tears. I didn't know anything about him, but I accepted. I wiped my tears and saw the blond boy, with a strong gym body, deep voice and the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. He smiled at me and told me his name was Isaac.

He stopped paying attention to the game and started making conversation with me. He told me that he came to the games alone because his friends are not big into soccer. He told me that it was rare for a gay man to be a soccer fan. I told him that my plan was to go with Alfred, whom he knew from years of watching soccer side by side.

After the game he invited me for a beer at a bar near the stadium. We drank one, and then another, and then another. Isaac was an excellent talker, and for some unknown reason, this man telling his stories made me feel at peace. He told me he was a university professor and taught literature. He was barely 30 years old, a few years older than me. He had traveled to Europe and Asia, had been to many countries, liked to cook, read, listen to music and go to the movies. I felt as if I could talk to him about anything, he would understand me. At the end of the night he invited me to go with him to the next game and I accepted immediately.

For a few weeks I went with him to soccer. We were soccer friends. I felt more and more comfortable with him, more relaxed than I have ever been in my life. I told him the drama of my life and he gave me advice on how to get out of the pit. He also had some disappointment in love that was hard to overcome. During my bad streak I ate non-stop, in his case he started doing crossfit.

After a few months of dating regularly, he asked me if I wanted to live with him. He had a big apartment and his tenant had moved out. He had a spare room and thought of me to live with him. I had been paying the rent on my own for three months for the apartment I shared with Sandra. This invitation came at the perfect time. It seemed like the best possible idea to leave behind the last memory of my marriage to Sandra. It was what I needed to start a new life.

Living together was phenomenal from day one. We hit it off very well. We still went to soccer together, yes, but now we did almost everything together. We did the grocery shopping, ate dinner and watched TV together. He started helping me lose weight with some easy exercises that we did together as well. And, if that wasn't enough, he introduced me to his group of friends. I met Bruce, Ken, Tom and Justin, he called them “my family”. They were very close and saw each other all the time. From day one I felt very comfortable with them and they with me. They would make jokes and call me "Isaac's boyfriend".

I never took those jokes badly. I knew they were just that, jokes. But little by little something in my heart began to tell me that what I was looking for in Isaac was not friendship, it was something more. I began to see this man who saved me from depression with different eyes. I noticed more and more his body, his lips, his eyes or his ass. I stopped seeing Sandra in my dreams and started dreaming about Isaac. I was falling in love with him.

Is it normal for a person who has always considered himself straight to be attracted to his male best friend? My head was going to explode if I didn't do something. I had to get it out of my head.

One night, while we were watching a movie together I took the initiative. I gently grabbed his hand. He turned his head and looked at me. I knew from the look in his eyes that he was looking forward to it too. I didn't hesitate for a moment, took his face with both hands and gave him the most passionate kiss I have ever given in my life. The moment our lips came into contact, a feeling of peace ran through my body. I felt warm. I felt like I was in the place I was meant to be. Isaac made me feel complete in a way that none of the girls I had ever been with had before.

The kiss led us to the bed. Before I knew it we were undressing and lying on the bed. I, who had never had sex with a man before, experienced that moment quite naturally. My body was guiding me at all times. Everything was flowing.

We fucked non-stop for hours. My hands ran over every inch of his body and his tongue felt the taste of my skin. Since I had put on so much weight I had lost the confidence I always had in myself, but Isaac made me feel deeply desired and sexy. He played with my belly and my man boobs as I gasped endlessly. He finished on my cock, of course, giving me the best blowjob I've ever been given.

Then he turned me around and went to my ass. He asked me if I was sure and I, without hesitating, said yes, I wanted it to work, although I won't deny that I was a little afraid of my first time. He came inside me. I can't describe that feeling in words. A shiver ran through my whole body. My body trembled with pleasure. I had never felt like that before. Something in my head clicked.

Since that day we are no longer friends but boyfriends. We shared an apartment, hobbies and a relationship. We told his friends and they reacted quite naturally. My college friends took it very well too. "Before you were with Sandra I thought you were gay, and while you were with her I was convinced you were bisexual. I'm glad I wasn't wrong," said Ray, a guy who was also gay and who told me about gaydar or something like that.

Everything was going perfect until one day. While we were fucking, Isaac told me that my belly felt firmer than usual. I thought it must be from the exercise we were doing every afternoon. I felt more and more bloated and in the mornings I felt terrible. I would get out of bed every morning and run to the bathroom to throw up. Something was happening to me.

I made an appointment with the doctor and after asking me what was wrong, he made me lie down on the table and did an ultrasound. "Congratulations, there's nothing wrong with you. You're pregnant," he told me with a smile. "What, how could I possibly be pregnant if I'm a man?" I said very upset and scared. "Calm down. Pregnancy in men is a very rare occurrence. In the world there have been about a thousand cases at most, although in recent years the number has grown a lot. Some men, like you, are born with the ability to carry babies inside. When a man has sex with another man and has this ability that you have, it is possible for you to get pregnant," he said as he removed the gel from my belly. "In a few weeks I want you to visit a clinic that specializes in pregnancies, the doctor there will follow up on your pregnancy," the doctor said to end the appointment.

I left not knowing what to say. And the worst part was that I didn't know how Isaac would take it. We've never talked about having children. We've only been dating for a month and we're already going to be parents. And if all this wasn't enough, if I'm already feeling my belly swell, it's possible that more than one baby is growing inside me.

It's funny that my marriage ended because Sandra got pregnant by another man and now I'm pregnant by another man too.

To be continued...

#mpreg #mpreg story #pregnant man #pregnant guy #male pregnancy #pregnant #man pregnant #gay #Isaac

[blxxdingtoy]

Messages

Inspiration kicked in and I’m not sorry.

Characters belong to: @saveraedae

The first thing Ben does whenever he wakes up, has free time or whatever is check his phone. It hardly sounds or vibrates, only one person ever texts, yet he would be glued to it and writes.

If someone decides to asks he will just say " I'm texting a friend" but if you pay attention, no one seems to answer from the other end, like he is having a conversation with himself. Was he texting an ex? Maybe, but no one but him would ever know.

>Mark (Offline, last time connected, XXX)

》Hey Mark, I just remember when we were kids you used to give me flowers. 》You always liked flowers. (Sent at 10:01 AM)

》Oh, there was this time we pull a prank on my dad 》He was so mad at me and he told ur dad but it was worth it (Sent at 11:45 AM)

》When we went camping? Yeah heh, that was a mess 》A really big mess... 》But looking back at it... it's funny... 》I'm not angry at that anymore (Sent at 1:18 PM)

》Your dad was mad... 》... 》Sorry, I shouldn't have mention him (Sent at 2:29 PM)

》I should have told everyone what was going on 》I'm sorry (Sent at 3:33 PM)

》Jon and Kenny are fine! 》Or at least I hope 》I haven't talked with them in awhile 》I can't blame them (Sent at 3:49 PM)

》I'm off work 》Not the best but hey is something right? (Sent at 5:10 PM)

》How's your mom and brother? (Sent at 5:20 PM)

》I found some video games we used to play 》They were fun 》I would beat you and then you would get mad ha. (Sent at 5:26 PM)

》I miss you 》I miss how things were 》I miss hanging out with Kenny, Jon and you 》I miss the days we were best friends (Sent at 5:30 PM) [18:43]

》I think how different things could be 》If I wasn't so selfish 》You know... I know this is my fault 》All of it 》I hate how I used to be, I hate who I am now 》I know is impossible but 》I always wait for you to respond 》Like maybe one day I'll wake up and you would tell me to fuck off and stop (Sent at 5:59 PM)

》But you won't 》If I tried harder would have I been able to save you? 》I think maybe 》I should have tried harder (Sent at 6:09 PM)

》I think I'll visit you soon, your mother is inviting me 》What flowers would you like? 》You used to pick up random ones 》Maybe some purple ones 》Wait, maybe blue ones 》Blue was your fav color right? (Sent at 7:40 PM)

》Goodnight Mark 》I'll talk to you tomorrow 》... I love you (Sent at 9:16 PM)

#fanfic #the mark side #Benjamin Washington #benjamark #mark reed #angst #hurt no comfort

[ilovekykyandcristiano7]

You’re mine.-Sergio Ramos x reader chapter 1: bodyguard

I was getting ready for the party my friend Bruna practically forced me to attend. It was her boyfriend, Neymars party as he had won an individual award that clearly was so important he had to throw a party for it. In reality, we all know he could use a break from the pitch and him hosting this big party with tons of celebrities would be an escape from reality to many. Including me. My studies, as well as modelling had been stressful. More than 20 different catwalks every day, 5 times a week. The only two days of rest I got, I’d have to spend studying some more and having online classes for med school. Bruna made sure Neymars party fit my schedules, and I appreciate her for that, but I’m still a little anxious as there’s a big possibility of him being there.

My ex, Piqué.

Bruna told me not to worry too much as she practically exposed Neymar, saying he wasn’t too big of a fan of Piqué himself but had to invite him as the media would go feral if they didn’t see the former teammates together. Something I found really stupid.

In hopes of him not being there, I stood up from my fluffy chair once satisfied with my finally perfect makeup. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, seeing the red dress hugging my curves and slightly exposing my cleavage. When modelling, my dresses would be shorter, but this one stops half-ways down my thigh. Just the perfect length in my opinion.

I paired the dress with some beautiful matching heels and my jewellery was blinging. I looked amazing.

As I was walking out the door, I texted Bruna, asking her when she was gonna pick me up when I saw her car already waiting there.

“Y/n, you look drop dead gorgeous.” She said, her mouth wide.

“Says you?” I responded, walking and sitting in the passenger seat.

“How long have you been waiting here?” I asked, afraid she would say a long time.

“Only 40 minutes.”

“Oh my-”

“I’m just kidding, I just arrived here and I was gonna text you to come out.” She said, chuckling at my shocked face.

I rolled my eyes and before I knew it, we were there. Neymars party was at his house which thankfully wasn’t too far away.

As we were walking inside, we saw many party lights and the crowd was massive. Bruna was trying to find Neymar so I could do my greetings and once she did, talking to Neymar wasn’t hard at all. He was always so cheerful and out of the blue, sang Portuguese songs. Nothing different from the last time I saw him. After that, I went and caught up with the other girls, got to gossip a little and after an hour or two, did a couple shots. I get drowsy when I drink, even from just a few shots. As a model, I tend to stay away from alcohol, but i don’t attend parties every day so screw it. I had done about 3 shots, when I got drowsy and I knew if I took a mother one my memory tomorrow would be completely blank, but the fun I was having at the same time made me continue. I took my fourth shot, making me stumble to the ground, but I was quick to get up. Completely out of balance, I told my friends I was gonna go out for some fresh air, and it didn’t seem like they were paying attention either. They were drunk, in fact, more drunk than I was. I could think, but I just couldn’t walk properly. As I was walking to the garden, I bumped into somebody. It was a tall and muscular man. It kind of hurt to bump into him, that’s how ripped he was. I stumbled into his arms, the embarrassment kicking in when I quickly stood up straight.

“Sorry.” I said, finally looking up at him, my eyes halfway closed. It was the Spanish player… Ramos. I knew his last name, but not his first.

“Are you sure you should be walking around like that?” He said, his voice deep and his eyes piercing into my soul.

“What?” I said, confused.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He said, holding me steady as people were passing by.

“Oh, I was just about to go for some fresh air.” I said, trying to keep my eyes open.

“Be careful.” Was the last thing he said, before leaving me. ‘Odd’ I thought to myself before finally making it to the garden and shutting the door behind me. I sat down on one of the cushioned chairs. It was surprisingly, really comfortable. I lent back and breathed in and out, trying to keep my composure. I didn’t want to be a drunk mess, but the alcohol was refreshing for some reason. A couple more minutes went by, until someone touched my shoulder.

“H-huh?” I muttered, opening my eyes to see Piqué standing beside me.

“¿Cómo estás, mi chica favorita? (How are you, my favourite girl?)” he said, leaning closer. I pushed him away.

“Piqué, no quiero hablar contigo. Tu eres un- (Piqué, I don’t want to talk to you. You’re a-)”

“Shhh” he said, putting his finger on my lips when I pushed it away and sat up straight.

I gasped at his sudden act. The disrespect. He had cheated on me, and now he was crawling back?

“Por favor, no me toques Piqué, cabrón. (Please, don’t touch me Piqué, you scumbag.)” I said, holding my hand up in protest.

“¿Escoria? Te mostraré lo que es un cabrón. (Scumbag? I’ll show you what a scumbag is.)” He said, trying to get on top of me.

“¿Qué estás haciendo? (what are you doing?)” I said, trying to shove him off, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Look at me in the eyes, you love me.” He said, holding my wrists to my sides.

“¡Haya paz! (Stop it!)” I said, wriggling my wrists to get away. He was trying to kiss me.

“Didn’t you hear what she said, cabrón?” A deep, familiar voice said, grabbing him from the collar and throwing him to the ground, getting on top of him to punch him repeatedly. I sat up straight, eyes widened and breathing fast. My heart was racing. Piqué had done this to me several times. Every time we had a fight, he’d pin me down and kiss me to make up for his bad behaviour, but this time it wasn’t romantic. This time it was forced, and we weren’t even together meaning I wasn’t his and he wasn’t mine. I snapped out of my thoughts to see a completely beaten up Piqué, his entire face bloody. I was frightened about Piqué almost taking advantage of me, but to see someone single-handedly beat the absolute crap out of him gave me some reassurance that he isn’t as strong as you think he is. The guy who beat him up was the same guy from earlier, the one I bumped into. Ramos.

He wiped his bloody fists on Piqués white shirt before coming closer to me.

“Did he do anything to you?” He asked me.

“Almost.” I gulped, before breathing out. “Thank you.”

“Are you crying?” He suddenly asked.

“H-huh?” I muttered confused, touching my face to feel that I had been letting multiple tears drop without even knowing.

“Oh, I’m sorry-” I said, before breaking into tears, causing him to sit on the cushioned chair and hug me. He rubbed my back, as I sobbed. I didn’t expect any of this to happen. If he wasn’t there, who knows what more Piqué would’ve done.

“One thing about Piqué, was that he always wanted to be the one to take my virginity.” I said in between sobs. I let go of Ramos, looking at him in the eyes, before looking down.

“I’m sorry that you had to do that, this is my fault, Ramos.” I said, shaking my head. He cupped my face in his hands, remaining eye contact.

“That cabrón deserved it and it is not your fault, I can assure you it isn’t.” He said, before wiping away my tears and taking my hand, making me stand up with him.

“And call me Sergio.” He said, smiling at me as we walked back into the party with no attention stirred at us whatsoever.

“Call me y/n.” I said, smiling back.

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I had taken some more shots and I was so drowsy to the point Sergio had to hold me up wherever I went. Sergio had been by my side for the rest of the party as my personal bodyguard, despite Piqué being unconscious with no power to do anything to me. I got so drunk to the point Sergio had to tell Neymar and Bruna we were going home because this amount of drunk never led to any good.

I hugged Neymar and Bruna goodbye, before leaving and sitting in the passenger seat of Sergios car.

“Mh” I quietly moaned, adjusting myself in the seat to be the most comfortable.

I could see Sergios smirk.

“What?” I said, turning my head to face him.

“Nothing. Where do you live by the way?” He asked, but I couldn’t remember anything. My head was spinning.

“I don’t know.” I said, scratching my neck.

“You don’t know?” He asked, looking at me concerned.

“I forgot my address.” I said, yawning and leaning my head towards the car window.

“Oh, I know! It’s 51..” I trailed off.

3rd pov:

“Oh, I know ! It’s 51..” y/n said before shutting her mouth and not making any sound besides her soft snoring. This made Sergio chuckle at her adorable expression. How innocent, he thought to himself, wondering how Piqué could do such a thing. I didn’t need to know the backstory to all of this, as his gut feeling just told him that y/n was innocent and hadn’t done anything to deserve this. Snapping out of his thoughts, he focused on the road and drove back to his house since it was pointless trying to find y/ns house. Once he had arrived, he didn’t want to wake y/n, so he walked over to the passenger seat and picked her up, holding her gently. He removed her heels and placed them on the floor once at home, and immediately walked in to the guest bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. To him, she was a sleeping beauty just in real life. He was standing there, admiring her beauty when he saw her begin to rub her eyes.

“Why is the sun so bright today?” She whined, clearly just as drunk.

“And these clothes, I want to be free from my bra!” She whisper-yelled, making Sergio cackle.

“Help me take it off! Help me take it off!” She repeated, making Sergio cackle even more.

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The next day:

I woke up in a completely different room. Everything was different from my ordinary room, making me think I was kidnapped. I quickly sat up straight, noticing I wasn’t wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Instead I was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of oversized shorts. Why was everything oversized?

I could hardly remember anything from last night expect the fact that I attended a party, but everything that happened during and after the party was completely gone from my memory.

I do remember wearing a red dress, some nice heels, and a really tight bra. Wait, where’s my bra? Where’s my dress? I began to panic, my last hope was If I was still wearing my panties. Fearfully, I lifted the shorts to see, and they were still there.

I sighed in relief before immediately getting up and walking out of the room.

“Hello?” I called out.

“Finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead!” Someone else called out. Was it.. Sergio?

“Sergio is it you?” I asked.

“Yes, now come downstairs, breakfast is ready.” He yelled out. I walked downstairs, slightly uncomfortable. Did he see my tits? What am I gonna say? This is gonna be akward as hell.

I was greeted with the delicious smell of pancakes and morning coffee. Sitting down at the dining table was a must as the breakfast was looking scrumptious.

I dug in.

After we were done with the food, I cleared my throat before speaking.

“Okay, so..” I begun.

“What exactly happened yesterday?” I asked, looking away embarrassed.

“You don’t remember a single thing?” He said, making me worried.

“What do you mean? Did we fu-”

“I don’t think you should drink again, you get too drunk y/n.” He advised, making me look at him.

“So nothing happened between us?” I asked, pointing at my chest.

“No” he shook his head whilst chuckling.

“I’m not like Piqué, corazón.” He said, before standing up to go somewhere.

“I have football training now, do you want me to take you home?” He then said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, please.”

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Once we had arrived at my house since I managed to remember the address, he gave me his phone for me to write my number in it.

“There, whenever you need me, feel free to call me. Alright?” He said, demanding.

“Alright.” I mumbled before getting out of the car.

“Thanks for the ride!” I yelled out to him.

“¡De nada!” He yelled back, watching me walk all the way into my home before driving off.

I sighed as I sat on my couch, so much had happened and I could barely remember any of it. When I drank alcohol and got drunk to the point I couldn’t remember anything from the previous day, it’d take me a couple hours in order to remember what had happened, so I was just patiently waiting. I decided to go and take a shower which I did and later changed into a white tank top with white Real Madrid shorts. I laid on my couch to watch some Netflix and after a couple hours somebody rang the doorbell. Curious as to who it was I opened the door to see Sergio.

“Oh, Sergio, what’s up?” I asked, smiling at him.

“You forgot your stuff.” He said, holding a bag out to me. I grabbed it and opened it to see my dress, bra and heels. Embarrassed, I held it shut and put it to the side.

“Thank you.” I said, trying to hide my smile.

“You like Madrid?” He suddenly asked.

“How’d you know?” I said, surprised.

He pointed to my Madrid shorts, making me let out a ‘ohhh’.

“My best friend liked them, he got me these.” I said, making his smile turn into a straight line.

“Oh, right! Your clothes..” I said, basically bolting to my room to get them. I folded them on my way back to the door, only for him to be gone.

“Sergio?” I called out, but no response. I then got a notification from my phone.

Sergio

I forgot, I had something important to do

ME: oh that’s alright!

I closed the door, and continued my day. I cooked some nice pasta. I love my job, modelling. But diets can get hefty, so I’m advised by my manager to get enough carbs and proteins to not faint on stage.

Once I was at the dining table, ready to eat some pasta, the doorbell rang.

Confused since Sergio had something to do and no one else would pay a visit, I walked over to the door and opened it.

“Oh, Sergio!” I said, my face lit up when I saw him and his smile.

“Why are you here again?” I asked, confused.

“You don’t want me here?” He said, holding a hand to his now, ‘aching’ heart. I chuckled at the gesture.

“No, no, come in.”

Once inside, I noticed the bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’m glad you asked, I noticed your shorts earlier and I wanted to get you some new ones.” He then said, opening the bag and revealing several Madrid tracksuits and a jersey with a pair of shorts that caught my eye.

It said Sergio Ramos on the back.

“That’s you!” I almost yelled.

“Yup, used to play there.” He said suddenly looking down.

“I’m sure you were great, can I see some of your highlights?” I asked, exited.

“I’m afraid they would be too violent for a princesa like you.” He said, giving me butterflies.

“Shut up, I’m gonna go and try it on now.” I said, grabbing the jersey and shorts and running to my room.

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3rd pov:

When y/n walked out that bedroom door, Sergio was mesmerised. He felt as if y/n was his wife and the mother of his kids, he felt as if y/n was his biggest supporter. Seeing his surname on her back, made him imagine his surname after her name on the wedding papers. The fact that she was wearing his favourite team too made everything ten times better to Sergio. He felt jealous when she mentioned her guy best friend gifting her those shorts, but seeing his own gift on her body made him feel another emotion in which he couldn’t quite understand. He felt as if this was love at first sight.

“It has pockets, it has pockets!” Y/n repeated before running to Sergio and giving him a hug.

“Gracias, estos son mejores que los que ya tengo.” (Thank you, these are better than the ones I already have.) She said, before letting go of him.

He felt such strong emotions when she hugged him, her touch never left his mind after that except when he smelled some delicious food.

“De nada, pero.. ¿eso es pasta que huelo?(you’re welcome, but.. is that pasta I smell?)” he said , sniffing aggressively.

“Ah, sí, ¿quieres?(ah, yes, do you want?)”

“SÍÍÍÍUU”

And they enjoyed their pasta, chatted some more, majority of the conversation being about Sergios stay at Madrid, and just had a great time.

#ilovekykyandcristiano7 #young love #fluff #love story #lovers #long reads #psg #romance #secret crush on you #sergio ramos #ramos #spain #jealousy #overprotective #bodyguard

[purplesurveys]

1548

1. How many beings live in your house? That would be 7 in total – 5 humans, 2 dogs.

2. Last board game you played? I rarely play board games and can’t even remember the last time I played one.

3. Last card game you played? It was just the These Cards Will Get You Drunk game, which barely counts as a card game per se.

4. Last thing you ate and when? I have a macaroni salad that I’ve actually had beside me for hours but I’ve barely gotten a spoonful from because my lunch was so, so heavy. I’m starting to take bites from it now though.

5. Last thing you got for free? We had a company party last Friday and we were all given these food stubs that let us redeem a bunch of food. I didn’t like lining up multiple times though so the only meals I got were sisig tacos and quesadillas. And two glasses of margarita, haha.

6. What colours are you wearing? I have on a grey dress with black and white edges. I wore this when I headed out briefly today and just never changed out of it.

7. What is the last wild animal you remember seeing? Just birds. I don’t get to see a variety of wild animals where I live.

8. How much debt do you have? The only thing I owe is the rest of the payment for my phone since I used my dad’s card to buy it. I pay him every two weeks and I’ll be done with the installments by March.

9. Last song you listened to? Rush Hour by Crush and J-Hope.

10. Where do you rank on the age scale in your house? I’m right in the middle since I’ve got both my parents and then behind me are my two younger siblings.

11. How long have you been tattooed? If you’re not, do you want to get tattooed? I’ve never gotten a tattoo and I’m still not sure whether I want to have one done or not, hahaha. Needles are freaky.

12. What is your belt like? I never wear belts.

13. Last Anniversary you went to? My parents had their 25th wedding anniversary last April and dad surprised my mom with this lovely little Swiss dinner with extended family.

14. Last baby shower? I’ve never been to a baby shower since no one close to me has gotten pregnant yet. This kind of party was also never really popular here until super recently.

15. Last wedding? I also haven’t been invited to a wedding since my aunt and uncle’s back in ‘07. Just waiting for my friends to get married but then again most of us are still single HAHAHA, so I’m really just counting on Angela and Hans because out of everyone I know their wedding is the only one that’s pretty much in the bag.

16. Last funeral? Technically I watched the Queen’s last week lol, but I’ve never actually been to a funeral ceremony. Only wakes and the last one I attended was Nacho’s.

17. What is your mother’s name? Abby.

18. What is your band’s name? Or fantasy band ;)? I’ve never been in a band and have never really thought of a possible band name.

19. How many different strip clubs have you been to? None. I really should try that out at least once just to say that I’ve done it.

20. Ever had a threesome? No.

21. Ever fucked a mother? Nope.

22. Do you have any nieces/nephews? I don’t. I do have a godson, who is also one of my cousins but eh that doesn’t count.

23. Don’t you just love sparkles? I do like sparkly stuff, yeah. My phone case is particularly really sparkly haha.

24. And candles? I like them, yeah, but I’m not obsessed. Most of them are quite expensive and so they don’t usually fit in my priorities. All of the candles I’ve ever used up have been gifts.

25. And chocolate? Chocolate itself is a little blah to me - like Hershey’s bars, truffles, etc. Too sweet. I much prefer chocolate-flavored snacks, like pretzels or cupcakes.

26. How is your hair looking today? It’s fine. I could wash it right now but I also could opt not to.

27. Last time you took a nap? Yesterday afternoon.

28. Last personal unnecessary purchase? This promo from Auntie Anne’s that let me get one big pretzel stick, a pack of tinier pretzel sticks, and a pretzel. I say it’s unnecessary because I would’ve been fine getting just one of these things, but I bought on a hungry stomach and ended up buying a whole set lmao.

29. On which day does / did your birthday fall this year? Thursday. I remember this because I took the opportunity to file a birthday leave then filed a regular leave for that following Friday so I can get a 4-day leave.

30. Can you whistle? I can indeed. 31. Can you type fast? Sure.

32. How old are your parents? Both of them turned 51 this year.

33. Are they nice? Sure.

34. How many schools did / have you go(ne) to? Two. One school from kinder through high school; then I attended a different school for college.

35. What is your Instagram? I have one but I won’t share my username.

36. Can you touch your toes? Not if my legs are like entirely upright and straight; I only can when I put my legs apart.

37. Did you have your morning tea/coffee? I did, but I’m feeling like having another cup...I’ll probably make one after this.

38. Last time you got laid? Sometime two years ago.

39. How old are you? 24.

40. What is your gender? Female.

41. What is your sexuality? Asexual.

42. What is your ethnicity? Filipino/brown.

43. Cars or trucks? Uh cars, I guess. I’ve never been around trucks much.

44. Cats or dogs? Dogs.

45. Name one trait you inherited from each of your grandparents? Admittedly I don’t know much about my paternal grandparents even though both of them are still very much alive and kicking; we’ve always lived physically far from each other, so there haven’t been lots of chances to bond. With my maternal grandma, I definitely got my initial shyness from her. Then with my maternal grandpa I got his penchant for alcohol l o l but also his deep fascination with history and trivia.

46. Are you more likely to dance or sing? Sing.

47. Who is your youngest relative? I think right now that would be my second cousins Jethro and Nico. I’m not sure what their ages are but I’m gonna take a guess and say either 4 or 5.

48. How many bank accounts do you have? One.

49. What kind of cheese is in the fridge? Whatever Eden is, haha.

50. How long have you been with your partner? Or how long have you been single? I’ve been single for two years. 

[voirists]

This is the picture I have as my profile on one of my socials.

Just a lot of tired rambling beneath the cut. Descriptions of not so great parenting and insinuated queerphobia, I guess?

Today my mother that I see once a year (and i'm very happy for those circumstances. 7 days a year are torture enough) called me on my dad's phone since she knew I wouldn't pick up if I saw her number to inquire about it. Or rather, interrogate me about it.

Her last update was me insinuating I had a girlfriend (which I didn't. I did say it out of spite though, since I'm afab and my mom is enough of a fucking queerphobe, she insists on disrespecting me in all ways possible and still hasn't managed to call me by the right names or pronouns even once without mocking me off the ends of the earth) and that nearly gave her an aneurysm, so I quite enjoyed not correcting her about that. That was nearly two years ago.

I also have never, never, ever brought up Pedro or anything of the like to her because she will never see any of his things on her own (she's kind of extremist old-fashioned when it comes to electronics and media too, what a shocker) and her favorite pastime is destroying the things I enjoy and making me miserable.

For some reason, she saw this picture today (I've had it for months) and her first thought was that this is a picture I took of my (non-existent) boyfriend. So she called me to complain that

1. Why doesn't she know about him? Clearly, we are best friends and she loves me oh so much and god, I am such a terrible daughter who just wants to make her miserable, what did I ever do to you? She's incredibly upset that I would not share these things with her (gasp) and she wants to meet him. I literally live in a different country. There are over ten hours of a drive between us (and thank fuck for that, physical distance is the only thing stopping her from randomly showing up on my doorstep and ruining my week and instantly making my mental health skyrocket 50 feet beneath the ground).

2. I seem to have fun. He seems to have fun. God forbid I have joy in my life that she can't get a chance to ruin and make about herself.

3. I am terrible with photography. Why is this picture so blurry? Also, he looks older. Have I finally realized the whole queer thing is just to make her suffer and myself special so I don't feel so worthless? Having a man put me in my place is just what I need, because clearly I'm still in my rebellious stage, thinking I don't want to see her every weekend.

4. She's also calling to remind me that it's mother's day, I owe it to her to celebrate her special day and she's so upset I didn't get her a week-long trip to Italy for two (that I wouldn't even be invited to) as a present. It's not like I'm barely paying rent and am lucky to have 20 bucks left at the end of a month.

And every time, she's fucking surprised as if it was big news that I'm not really into spending time with her as her metaphorical and literal punching bag, door mat and therapist. I wonder why that is. For fucks sake.

I am currently very tempted to photoshop myself into pictures with Pedro and putting them as my profile on that social she's apparently now stalking, slowly getting more unhinged until she's so fucking offended by it, she won't try to call me any longer out of pure disgust.

Apparently "Oh god, yes please" is not the right answer to her threat of putting me in therapy and going no contact because I'm so fucking horrible and bullying her by being myself and not giving a shit about her opinion anymore. I would have gotten myself therapy fucking years ago if I could afford it, and this is a very weird attempt to control a full ass adult who lives in a whole other country.

#sigh #nomad rambles #i don't even fucking know #just typing it out can be kinda nice sometimes

[fueledbyapplepi]

Hii I was wondering if I could rq Mikey, Baji and Mitsuya with a gn! s/o who is the sole provider in their household? and the guys only find out because they saw their s/o while they were at work? but they didn't know they even had a job bc they kept it a secret? it's perfectly okay if you aren't up for this rq! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Given it All | Mikey, Baji, and Mitsuya

- The boys with an s/o who's a breadwinner of the family.

warnings: mentions of family problems

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: Writing this made me kind of emotional because I have friends who are the main providers for their family and I see them work very hard. This one's for all the independent and hardworking people out there <3

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Another day. Another one.

Mikey loves feeling your hands. They're soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He'll feel the palms in your hands every moment he gets. He always felt like a baby being caressed by your soft hands.

But there seems to be a detail in your hands that he can't miss. Every time you two see each other, Mikey would notice the burns and red marks on your hands.

"Y/N, what happened to this?" he asked.

"Oh, it just got itchy again. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to brush off the topic.

It has always been like that. Each time that Mikey points it out, you always try to avoid the topic or reason out that it's just a scratch. And it's not like he's saying that you're a liar, he just knows that there's more to that than just a mere scratch.

Which is true.

You didn't really want to lie to your boyfriend. It's just that, it's something that it's hard for you to open up and talk about.

At a young age, you were forced to live by yourself. Your mother died at a young age, while your father was a drunkard - eventually getting out of the picture.

In order to provide for yourself, pay for rent and other fees necessary to make a living, you worked hard. Currently, you're working full-time at a family restaurant where you're assigned at cooking. Although this was a daily task for you, you never fail to get yourself burned from the boiling oil.

It wasn't an easy life especially living alone. But at least, you have your boyfriend by your side to get by.

Now that you're shift has finished, you were tasked to throw out the trash at the back before you leave.

As you were about to walk away from that alleyway, you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Looking at the source, it was your beloved boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.

"Mikey? What are you doing here?" you asked, anxious about how you'll explain this to your boyfriend.

"I just finished beating up some guy," Mikey said as he pointed out to a dude who passed out on the further part of the alley. "How about you?", he continued as he looked at your uniform and an obvious face that's waiting for an answer.

You knew this day would come. You just didn't expect that it would be today.

Sighing, and taking deep breaths, you explained to Mikey your story and why you work here.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Mikey asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's hard for me to talk about it. I'm sorry for not telling you," you said as you looked down.

"Hey, it's okay," Mikey said. "I have a better idea,"

"What?" you asked

"Why don't you just sell Dorayaki and I'll buy all of them every day. Then you'll be rich," Mikey said jokingly.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"But seriously, live with us!" Mikey said with such a happy look on his face.

"Eh?" you asked confused.

"Live with me, Emma, and gramps! I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in, you're my s/o after all," Mikey said, "Plus, you wouldn't have to work this hard if you don't have to pay for rent," he continued.

Your heart felt like it's floating in the air. How can you have such an adorable and loving boyfriend?

"I love you, you know that?" you said.

"Thank you so much, Mikey,"

"It's nothing," your boyfriend said as he kissed your hands. "You're like family to them after all,"

Maybe, the true family you've been looking for was always been by your side.

Keisuke Baji

You sleep early but the bags under your eyes were noticeable for your boyfriend.

Baji always thought that it was weird that the eyebags under your eyes were evident. Not like it's a bad thing though. You're still beautiful as ever in his eyes.

It's just that you always tell him that you sleep at 8 in the evening. Yet here you are, looking like you pull an all-nighter every day.

Maybe it takes you hours before you actually go to sleep? That's possible. But what if you just don't want to spend the rest of the night with him? Is it possible that you're getting tired of him?

It's only been months since you've started dating, but Baji couldn't blame you if you get tired of him.

But it's not like you don't want to hang out with your boyfriend. Hell, who doesn't want to hang out with theirs and experience late-night dates and night rides right? Especially if it's with Baji.

It's just that, you don't have the luxury of spending the night with your boyfriend. Being the eldest of a family of four, you have to work and provide for the needs of your mother and your two younger siblings.

To help your family, you work two part-time jobs every night. One is being an employee at your local convenience store and the other is being a kitchen staff at a local pub. Two jobs might be heavy, and tiring for you, but it's what helps you and your family to get by.

Your boyfriend knew nothing of this. You know that Baji's a great guy, but you're afraid of embarrassing the 1st Division Captain of Toman, so you just try to hide it and make lame excuses.

Tonight's the usual night. Same excuse. Same job.

Currently, you're responsible for the counter at the store. It's past midnight, and you wish you can catch up to some sleep. But you know you can't since you'll be unable to get your minimum wage.

As you're looking at the countertop, someone suddenly handed Peyoung yakisoba.

"Baji's favorite" you smiled as you thought to yourself. Oh, how you miss your boyfriend.

"And that'll be 145 yen," you said as you look up at the customer.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Baji?" you said, seeing your boyfriend's face.

"Y/N? You work here," Baji said, with a confused look on his face.

"Sadly, yes," you said.

"Well, care to share this with me?" Baji said as he pointed out the Yakisoba.

"I have a 15-minute break. Sure," you agreed. Thinking now's the time to explain.

As you and Baji met at the small parking lot, you immediately explained.

"Look, Baji. I'm sorry for hiding this. I want you to know that I'm the breadwinner of the family that's why I can't hang out at night with you. I didn't tell you because I don't want to embarrass you," you rambled as you look anywhere but Baji.

"Embarrass me?" Baji said, walking closer to you.

"Y/N, I'll never be embarrassed at you. I'm proud of you, okay?" your boyfriend said, reassuring you. "I just wished you trusted me more,"

"I'm sorry, Baji," you whispered as you hug him. "I love you."

"Text me okay? I'll pick you up so that you won't have to walk," Baji said as he smiled at you.

"Thank you," you said, with tears threatening to fall.

"You're welcome," Baji said as he kissed your forehead, "Now, let's eat okay?" your boyfriend said, excitement laced in his voice as he opened the Peyoung yakisoba.

Mitsuya Takashi

You're a busy bee. That's for sure.

Whenever Mitsuya invites you on dates on the weekends, you weren't available because you're busy.

When he invites you to have dates after school, you always have to decline because again, you're busy.

He understands it though. Mitsuya knows that you have to study hard for your siblings and that you have to take care of them as well. As someone who always looks out for his younger sisters, Mitsuya knew that it can be hectic sometimes.

What he doesn't understand though is the fact that it's evident that you're trying to hide something from him. He's not that oblivious when it comes to you. Especially after dating you for months.

You're bothered with it too. As much as you love your boyfriend, you're embarrassed about the job you have. But it's not like you have any choice. The job pays well and is enough to make a living for you and your two younger brothers.

After school and on the weekends, it is true that you're busy. Busy with the maid and butler café that you work on.

It's embarrassing enough to be dressed like this. But being seen by the love of your life? That's a different level of shame.

Now that you finished with your shift, you felt the exhaustion on your body. Standing and serving customers isn't a joke anyway. You didn't even bother to change out of your uniform. You just wore a hoodie over it, not caring about the frills of the clothes peaking underneath.

As you were walking home, you heard the familiar sound of an engine. Turning around, you saw a familiar face.

"Ehhh? Y/N?" Mitsuya said, stopping his motor beside you.

"What are you doing?" he continued, eyeing your clothes and looking at you as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Mitsuya, I can explain," you said as your face reddened from embarrassment.

"Hmmm, I'm listening," your boyfriend said with an unreadable expression.

"Well, uhm, you see, I work at this café that requires us to dress like this," you said as you pointed out to your clothes, "But I don't do anything bad though! It's just we dress like this," you further explained, waving your hands.

"You look cute," Mitsuya smiled "I kind of hoped you just told me sooner. I would've made you some clothes,"

"Huh? You're not mad?" you said, surprised.

"How could I be? My s/o's working hard. Plus, I get to see you in cute clothes. What's there to be mad of?" Mitsuya said as he smiled at you.

"Baby, I love you," you said as you looked at your boyfriend with adoration.

"I love you too. But take me there someday okay?" Mitsuya replied grinning.

You just nodded and blushed at the idea.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #sano manjiro #mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #mikey imagines #mikey headcanons #keisuke baji #baji x reader #baji x y/n #baji x you #baji imagines #baji headcanons #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya x you #mitsuya imagines #mitsuya headcanons

[animeomegas]

Omega!Itachi Getting Married

Anon:  Helllooo!!! I was wonderin if u could write for omega itachi getting married. I'd really appreciate it :)

(Hello! Hello! This is the oldest request in my inbox, so I hope this ends up being worth the wait! Enjoy~ <3)

Warning: implied sexual activity

General headcanons - Non-massacre AU:

Itachi has always known that he would get married someday.

After all, it was his duty as clan heir.

But he never expected to actually love his mate. He was required to angle for a politically/socially advantageous match and he had made his peace with that.

If he had to marry someone to keep peace between clans, he would. If he had to marry someone his parents chose for him to keep conflict in the family down, he would.

Itachi’s fatal flaw is that he doesn’t see his comfort/happiness as important.

And while he looked forward to his future children, his future spouse was a neutral event. It would happen, whether he wanted it to or not, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Best case scenario, he might have a new friend, or at least someone he respects, to live with him.

Worst case scenario, he ends up in a horrible marriage. He tried not to think too much about this option.

He never expected there to be any love between him and his future spouse.

Until he met you.

He found a person who actually loved him. An alpha who was as dedicated to a future family as he was. A partner who respected him more than he had ever hoped.

And Itachi fell hard and fast.

So, when you proposed, he felt like everything he had never dared to hope for was coming true.

You went to get his parents’ permission first (and the permission of the clan by proxy) and did the proposal in front of them. It wasn’t ideal, you knew Itachi would be happier with a private proposal, but you also knew that Itachi wouldn’t believe that he had their approval unless he saw it first-hand.

Itachi and his family are very traditional, so you weren’t mated before you got married, instead, you mated on your wedding night.

Itachi is very happy to let his family dictate the wedding. He doesn’t care as long as he’s married to you at the end of the day.

(But he does have preferences that you can extract from him, but getting Itachi’s true opinion, can be like pulling teeth.)

Proposal:

You had known Itachi since you were both 18, two years now. You had been courting him officially for a year and a half before you proposed.

As I mentioned, you proposed in front of Itachi’s parents, to make sure that he knew that you had gained their approval.

Sasuke was also there, after years of bribery, finally accepting of you and Itachi’s relationship. You met Sasuke when he had just graduated from the academy, and he was not impressed by this new person stealing his brother from him when he wanted Itachi to train him ☹

For Itachi, it was a normal family dinner.

He definitely noticed that you were behaving nervously, but he knew his family could be stiff, overly traditional and a little intimidating, so he figured that was the cause of your discomfort.

Sasuke was also staring at you suspiciously the whole evening, but to be honest, sometimes Sasuke was just like that, so Itachi thought nothing of it.

You kept a hand on his knee for the entire meal, only letting go of him when you announced that you had brought dessert for everyone and would be happy to serve it.

Itachi smiled his gorgeous smile at you, so pleased to see you making an effort with his family (or perhaps he was smiling about the desert, Itachi’s sweet tooth is legendary after all. It was difficult to tell.)

Nervously clenching your hands, you walked over to the fridge, pulling out the plate of dango you had hidden in there earlier. It was Itachi’s favourite, and if there was anything to convince him to say yes to your proposal, it was a demonstration of how much dango you were willing to buy for him.

‘Don’t mess this up,’ you said to yourself, gingerly sliding the plate of dango out of the fridge. It was an elaborate platter that had cost far too much. There were seven different dango flavours with an assortment of dips and dressings, arranged artfully with fruit and dried flowers to decorate the plate.

You walked to back to the table and presented the plate with a dramatic flourish to hide your nerves.

Itachi’s face lit up. Despite your nerves, his obvious excitement put a smile on your face. He really was perfect.

And that’s why you can’t mess this up.

“There’s anko, green tea, sesame,” you pointed at each flavour as you listed them. “Hanami and…er… some other ones…?”

Sasuke scoffed at your embarrassing failure to recall the flavours, causing a red flush to creep up your neck. You didn’t even know that there was this many dango flavours before yesterday! Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, perhaps due to the sharp look Itachi had shot at him.

“I made sure to get enough for everyone, but there’s something I’d like to ask for in return.”

You could see Itachi trying to catch your eye, probably to ask what an earth you were doing, but you purposefully avoided looking in his direction.

“The only thing I ask,” you continued, nervously. “Is for a minute of your time before we eat dessert.”

Mikoto smiled at you and nodded for you to go ahead with a gentle wave of her hand. Sasuke simply raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t interrupt.

“Great,” you laughed nervously. “Um, so, er, Itachi.”

Itachi straightened under your sudden attention. He looked immensely uncomfortable and confused, he was probably panicking about you doing something in front of his family that you would regret. He always played liaison between you and his family to avoid conflict and was probably not comfortable with you doing this. Unfortunately, he would never believe that you had his parents’ approval if you didn’t propose in front of them.

“I’ve known you for two years now, Itachi,” you started, finally looking at Itachi in the eye. “And it sounds horribly cheesy, but I think that I fall in love with you more every day.”

A barely audible gasp left Itachi. He was a genius, after all, he had probably figured out where this was going. He looked torn between panicked and elated, seeming to settle somewhere around shell-shocked.

“I’ve come to realise recently that, a life without that love, without your love, isn’t a life that I want.”

You can just about see tears gathering in Itachi’s waterline. It doesn’t look like he’s breathing at all.

With one final rush of bravery, you pulled out the diamond ring that had been weighing down your pocket for months and knelt down onto the dining room floor.

“Will you marry me?”

Itachi’s head whips around to face his parents, most likely preparing some serious damage control. But when he sees his mother’s gentle smile and his father’s subtle nod, he slowly moves his gaze back to you. You’ve never seen him look so shocked before. It was almost amusing enough to distract you from your nerves. Almost.

“I-,” Itachi swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say what you want to say, Itachi,” his mother replies, trying to encourage him.

His mother’s words seemed to break him out of his stupor and Itachi breathes out a single word.

“Yes.”

You let out a delighted and relieved laugh, taking Itachi’s hand in yours and slipping the ring onto his finger, and even though his family were all watching you, you couldn’t help but pull him into an embrace.

“I love you so much,” you whispered to him. “I’ll read you my real proposal speech this evening.”

Itachi laughed into your shoulder. His laughter had a hysteric edge to it, his mind still clearly reeling at what you had just done.  

“Real speech?”

“You didn’t think I was going read my real proposal out in front of your parents, did you? No way. They still think we’re virgins and I didn’t want to spoil that illusion for them.”

Itachi quickly and efficiently jabbed you in the stomach and hit you with his infamous glare.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you winced, gingerly rubbing the sore spot.

Finally, you pulled away and moved to dish out the dango. And if Itachi got the biggest portion, well, no one mentioned it.

   Planning:

Itachi lets his clan take over the planning.

He doesn’t want to deal with the stress of having to combat his family at every turn and would much rather just let them do it. As long as you’re there with him, nothing else really matters.

But even when his clan leave the smaller decisions up to him, he’s hesitant to voice his opinions, wanting his alpha to make them as an apology for his family commandeering everything.

But if you pay attention to little signs and reactions that Itachi gives, you can figure out some of his wants and desires.

Overall, there isn’t much to say about the wedding planning, because Itachi doesn’t do much of it.

Things he wants (compromise available/no compromise allowed):

Sasuke as his groomsman and Shisui as his best man – Itachi doesn’t have many close friends or relatives. He has you, Sasuke, Shisui… er, he’d probably invite his old captain Kakashi and… well, you get the point. So, every person who is important to him needs to be by his side at his wedding, and who is more important than his best friend and little brother.

A traditional wedding – He isn’t actually that bothered by what type of wedding he has, but he knows his family and clan will insist on a traditional celebration and as I mentioned, he doesn’t want to fight. The elders will push the wedding to be held in the clan compound and Itachi would be told to wear a traditional Uchiha wedding garment.

A sweets cart – This is something that he won’t bring up, and therefore isn’t bolded, but it’s very easy to see his face light up when he sees this in a wedding catalogue. It’s a wooden cart with different jars of sweets with little scoops for people to help themselves to. Itachi loves sweet food, obviously, but he also thinks it would be something the children in the clan would adore. He kind of really wants one, but he won’t bring it up unless someone else does first.

An early wedding – He won’t fight you or his family about this, but ideally, he would like to get married in the morning, maybe around 8 or 9 AM. Itachi is definitely an early bird who prefers the ambience of the early morning which is part of the reason, but mainly he just wants the performative part of the wedding over and done with so he can start his honeymoon. He doesn’t find it appealing to spend all night pretending to tolerate the elders of his clan who will almost certainly spend their time berating him for his choice of partner and then telling him he needs to have as many children as possible because he’s a powerful ninja that will produce powerful children. He just doesn’t want to deal with it. Leaving at 6 PM with you to go on your honeymoon and finally, finally mate? That sounds much more fun.

To try and conceive on his honeymoon – Obviously, he’s not going to force anything if you aren’t ready, but he would really love to start trying to conceive straight away. He’s desperate to have his own children, firstly, but also, he knows this is his only ticket to retiring from being a ninja. He wants to retire so badly, and so if you’re both ready for children, he doesn’t want to wait.

 The wedding:

You don’t see Itachi for a day before the wedding, as is tradition. You see him for the first time that weekend when he’s walking down the hall towards you.

And as Fugaku walks Itachi down the aisle, you are completely breathless.

He looks stunning.

His hair had been intricately platted with flowers, some lose strands of hair left to frame his face.

He’s wearing a deep red, formal kimono just as you expected, but it looked so much more beautiful than you had imagined.

He looked like royalty.

The whole ceremony flew by, and before you knew it, it was time for you and Itachi to say goodbye and leave for your honeymoon.

Your honeymoon was to be had at a cabin held deep in the woods on the Uchiha compound. The rule was that married couples could not be disturbed for anything other than a life-or-death emergency, so you would be completely alone.

It might have been nice to go abroad, but the Uchiha clan didn’t want Itachi to be distracted by his honeymoon outside of Konoha where he might be attacked and his eyes stolen.

You both had already been by to drop off everything you would need for the week, including clothes, food, games and toiletries.

So, now, all that was left was for you two to get there yourself.

You and Itachi had decided to amble your way to the cabin, taking your time to enjoy each other’s company after a day of socialising with everyone but each other. Not to mention that neither of your outfits were particularly well designed for gallivanting through the forest. It would be rather embarrassing to have to end your self-imposed isolation to go to the hospital on day one, so walking slowly was probably a good idea.

You had been walking for about thirty minutes so the cabin should be… There! You were there!

“Wait!” you shot out a hand to stop Itachi from entering, startling him slightly. “Don’t go in yet.”

Itachi furrowed his brows, absently blowing a stray hair from his face that must have fallen down during the walk.

“I… want to carry you inside,” you admitted bashfully.

Itachi chuckled but stepped closer to let you do it. You beamed at him, pressing a kiss against his lips as a thank you. He looked a lot more tired than this morning; his hair was falling out of its elaborate placement and the makeup you were sure he was coerced into using was a little smudged.

He really was the most beautiful person you had ever met.

With his permission now gained, you placed an arm around his shoulders and another arm behind his knees, before gently lifting him off the ground. You nuzzled Itachi’s neck, enjoying his content scent and the way he sighed happily at your attention.

With your husband firmly in your grasp, you nudged open the front door with your foot and stepped safely over the threshold. You carried Itachi all the way to the bedroom and placed him down gently on the bed.

Itachi leant up to steal a kiss.

“Bringing me straight to the bedroom, you are incorrigible,” he teased, kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable on the bed.

“I-I wasn’t, I didn’t mean that!” you sputtered, flushing under Itachi’s laughter. Silence fell over the room for a moment as the exhaustion from the day swept over you both.

“Would you mind helping me out of this kimono, please? I think it’s time for something a little more comfortable.”

It took a solid ten minutes to get Itachi out of his clothes and into some pyjamas. Ten minutes and a lot of swear words as every layer seemed to be hiding another one underneath.

“This wasn’t how I imagined undressing you on our wedding night, that felt a lot like pass the parcel but somehow more stressful.”

“Oh?” Itachi questioned, pulling you to sit down on the bed with him, finally free from the constraints of his wedding attire. “How did you imagine it?”

Rather than answer with words, you pressed wet kisses over Itachi’s neck, smirking against his skin as you felt his hand come up to grasp at your hair and a gentle moan escape from his lips.

This was definitely going to be the best part of the celebrations.

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[1800-omi]

death’s bride.

characters: sukuna x f! reader

warnings/genre: angst, yn pov, abuse, some intrusive thoughts (?), choking, just sukuna being a toxic asshole

wc: 1.6k

prompt: “will you be mine?” He then pressed the blade deeper into my throat and asked, “will you be death’s bride?” and i stared back into his eyes and whispered, “yes.” (except i made some lil edits)

notes: bitches say theyre not sluts until sukuna comes up, i’m bitches

Being the eldest daughter, I always knew my responsibilities; Look after the younger kids, help mother with the chores, cook, et cetera. My family was never as privileged financially as other families in our town but we cared for each other, or at least that’s what I thought.

A couple of nights ago I overheard my parents talking about my father being in some sort of debt with someone really powerful, I don’t remember much from that night, what I do remember though is the fear in my father’s voice when he talked about this person. The next thing I knew, my mother was explaining to me how they’re going to have me get married to this man in order to pay my father’s debt. I am not sure how I felt about this at the time, I don’t think it matters anymore, I’m doing this for my family.

Right now, I’m alone in a carriage on the way to my husband’s home. I didn’t get to exchange a word with the coachman of the carriage and the windows are covered by curtains from the outside, I have no idea where this place is. This is definitely not how I had imagined my marriage would play out, but I guess it’s too late to lose all hope– maybe this man who I’m now going to call my husband is kind, generous, and honest. Maybe he will truly love me. My childhood dreams of finding real love are not shattered yet. I close my eyes thinking about my now-husband, slowly drifting away in a comfortable sleep.

I wake up to the coachman gently shaking my shoulder, his face is hidden under a mask. Once he sees I have awakened he quickly takes his hand off me as if he wasn’t supposed to be touching me in the first place.

“We have arrived.” He announces before getting off the carriage. “This will now be your new home.”

I slowly get out of the carriage and look at the huge mansion in front of me. This place radiates such a dark aura, and the mist of the early morning doesn’t give make it better.

I turn to the coachman, “Thank you.” He doesn’t reply, at first I’m not sure whether he heard me or not but I do not repeat myself. Instead, I walk towards the entrance where 2 maids seem to be waiting for me. For some reason, these maids are also wearing the same type of masks the coachman was wearing.

Upon walking inside my new home, I can’t help but look around at every detail of the place – from the marble floor to the murals on the ceiling. This place is gorgeous and so different from what I’m used to. Eventually, I’m lead to a huge bedroom to which the maids tell me is mine.

“Aren’t me and my husband going to be sleeping in the same room?” I ask only to receive what I assume to be a stare and no answer. After a few seconds of silence, they continue to tell me that my husband has invited me for dinner tonight and that the clothes I’m expected to wear are in the closet and they exit. I’m being invited to dinner in my own house, it’s weird to think about. Does this mean I won’t be having dinner with him every day? I have so many questions but no one willing to answer them. All I have left to do now is wait for dinner time to come into this room, which I was advised earlier not to exit.

I spend my day reading some of the books that were already on the shelves of my room and looking outside from the long and thin windows. I wonder what’s the reason for the shape of the windows, it’s almost as if they were made so that people could escape from them... No, that can’t be it. No one would feel the need to escape from here. The windows’ shape was probably a stylistic choice. Maybe my husband is a stylish person?

I look at the huge clock by the wall, I should start getting ready, it’s almost time. I open the closet and find a beautiful red dress in it, I take off my other clothes and carefully put it on. I don’t think I’ve ever worn clothes this soft, this dress must have been expensive. I never thought I would one day be looking at myself in the mirror and be wearing such luxurious clothes. I open the jewelry box on the shelf and pick out a necklace and put it on. Yes, this is it, he’ll love it. Now all that’s left to do is sit and wait.

Ultimately, one of the maids comes by to let me know they’ll be taking me to the dinner. My heart is beating quickly and I have a weird feeling in my stomach, I’m feeling a mix of stress and excitement. I’m finally going to meet the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with.

I get led into another very big room, this one has a big table in the middle of it along with many chairs. The maids tell me where to sit and instruct me on what I should do once their master enters the room.

While waiting, my stress can’t help but grow, I lightly tap my finger against the table until I hear the grand doors open. I immediately turn my gaze towards them to see a tall man in a light-colored kimono with a black edge. The kimono wasn’t the only thing standing out, this man also has some unique markings on his forehead, cheeks, and nose, I wonder if he has them around his body too. I quickly remember what the maids have told me and I bow to him. He doesn’t say a word and neither do I since I’ve been told not to speak unless spoken to. I hear his footsteps while I’m still bowing, is he approaching me? My heart speeds up as he puts his hand under my chin and lifts it, making me look at him. He looks down at me with his red eyes, meanwhile, I notice he’s got some markings on his wrists as well.

“Hm,” he finally speaks up, “you’re rather pretty, just like I’ve been told.” His voice is deep and husky, and quite scary if you ask me. “What is your name?” He asks.

“YN.”

“Hm, pretty name as well. Great, I won’t have to change it then.” Change it? If he didn’t like my name he would’ve just changed it?

His hand slowly went from holding my chin to being wrapped around my throat, making me gasp.

He then stared straight at my eyes, as he said, “will you be mine, YN?” He then tightened the grip around my throat and asked, “will you be death’s bride?” and I stared back into his devilish eyes and whispered, “yes.”

“Good.” He whispered back and smirked, holding my throat for a few more moments. Eventually, he lets go of my throat, in response to which I take deep breaths and continue to gasp for air. Is this what I’ll be going through every day? He ignores my struggling and takes a seat before starting to eat.

“Quit exaggerating, it wasn’t that bad.” He ordered and I eventually calmed down, before sitting back in my place. I look at the food in front of me and slowly start eating, choosing to ignore what just happened. Maybe there is some good in the man I still haven’t seen.

“Did anyone say you could start eating?” He asked, making me freeze. He lets out a sigh before continuing, “I’ll give you a pass since it’s your first time. But I don’t want to see you making the same mistakes anymore or there will be consequences.”

I look at him in the eyes, “What consequences, my lord?” It probably wasn’t a good idea to ask him that, it probably isn’t a good idea to talk to him at all.

He grins at me before letting out a laugh, “You’ll join the other wives.”

Chills are sent down my spine by his response. Other? There are others? Or at least there were. Just how many other women did this man abuse? Most importantly what happened to them? All I am left to do is wonder since I doubt anyone will be willing to tell me about them. How did I end up here?

“Oh, you can leave now.” He speaks up again. I look at him, confused. “I have nothing else to say to you, you can leave.” He explains. He won’t even let me finish my dinner, but a part of me is thankful I don’t have to spend another minute in his presence. I get up and take a bow again before leaving the dining room. I ignore the maids and swiftly walk to my room by myself. After closing the door behind me I lay on the bed as tears start rolling down my cheeks. I can’t believe this is my life now, if he was capable of doing that the first time I met him, what will he be doing to be in the future? I am never going to be enough for this man. If his other wives weren't enough, nor am I. This can’t be happening! What have I done to deserve this? Do I have to live the rest of my life scared of this man? This man I’m now supposed to call my husband? I sob lightly and try to wipe my tears. I close my eyes trying to fall asleep, part of me hoping I won’t wake up again. The sleep I fall into that night was so different from the one I had back in the carriage. In that one, I dreamt of meeting someone with whom I’ll be happy, someone who’ll truly love me, in this sleep I see nothing but nightmares.

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[hopeyallenjoy]

An eventful birthday

Did he want to make love to you?

Pairing : Young Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Warnings : slight smut ; little bit of swearing ; caught during sex ; teasing in public 

Wordcount : 3, 712 words

Request : Maraudeur era Severus x reader’s first time 

I think I got a little too excited about this order so here is the resume. I did two different version with the same base “ severus and reader’s first time.”  Don't hesitate to tell me if you like it or not.

Resume : Severus and Reader have been together for a while but have never had sex. Reader is getting impatient and decides to invite her boyfriend to her house for the vacations. With Lucius' help, Severus takes the invitation as an implicit request for sex, so he spends the beginning of the vacation educating himself on the subject, until the big day. D-Day, which turns out to be Y/n's birthday... !

Severus waddled from one foot to the other, in front of the blue door of a small country house, wondering if he should enter or not. 

That blue door was yours. You and Severus had been dating since the beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts. You were the one who made the first move, asking him via owl if he would like to go out with you. To your surprise he agreed. In the early days, your relationship had been tedious, Severus having trouble showing you affection in public and even being unpleasant at times, but you knew him well enough to know that he didn't want to hurt you. He was just a little proud. It had to be said that the rumors that were circulating about you didn't help. Some said Severus had used dark magic to make you fall in love with him, others thought he was using you. In short, the rumors were far from reality, making Severus a despicable man when he was only afraid. Personally, you didn't care what people said or thought, but that wasn't entirely true of your boyfriend. So with all the patience you had, you managed to make him more comfortable, to make your relationship evolve so that it lasts. Taking all the necessary first steps, erasing his doubts one after the other. Yes, your sixth year had been an emotional one.

 And you were not at the end of your sorrows, already another obstacle was standing in your way. A few months before the end of the year, you had started sleeping with Severus, either in your dormitory or in his. Of course you only did this, out of respect for your respective roommates, but mostly because every time you tried to exchange more than a kiss with Severus, he found an excuse not to. This behavior had annoyed you a little and even hurt you but you didn't give up and ended up inviting him to spend the vacations at your place knowing that he would have no excuse and would have to explain what was bothering him. 

Severus was surprised that you invited him so suddenly, he had been disturbed by your behavior for a few months. It must be said, he was not very good with women and had gone to his best friend, Lucius Malfoy, to ask his advice. He had described to him, the changes he had noticed in the way you dressed, the way you spoke to him, and all the weird phrases that just didn't make sense to his ears.

Lucius had laughed at his explanation, confiding that you wanted to have sex with him. Severus was taken aback.

"Don't look so surprised, my friend. You told me she'd had other boyfriends before you, right?” he nodded “So, it's only natural, your little Y/n wants you to fuck her. You want that too, don't you Sev?"

Severus thought for a moment. Did he want to make love to you? The answer had come to him naturally ; of course. You was the smartest girl he knew, you always understood him, you always seemed to know what to say to make him feel confident, he wanted to confide in you all his problems, to hold you until morning and he understood that now, he would love to see your naked body and feel your warmth against him. But he was not reassured by the idea of you seeing him naked, he was afraid of disappointing you. Lucius then set out to teach Severus what he called the basics of a good fuck. He took his role as a teacher so much to heart that he spent most of the night before the vacations making a book for Severus. 

The book was read in one night. Although he wasn't sure if you would like most of the practices described in Lucius's manual, Severus was a little reassured to have a minimum of knowledge before taking action. He would never have thought that sex was a subject that required so much knowledge. Severus didn't have time to continue thinking as the door in front of him opened, revealing a jovial looking woman, whom he recognized as one of your mothers. Because yes, you had two mothers.  

"Severus, my boy, come in! Y/n is in her room. You can join her if you like. We'll call you when the food is ready. Oh and you should take your suitcase up with you."

He didn't have time to put one in before your mother had already joined your other mother in the kitchen. Just starting to get used to so much kindness as he had been coming to your house as a friend for a while, he stammered a slightly embarrassed thank you before running upstairs to find you. You was sitting at your window reading,when he enter your room. When you heard him come in you looked up from your book and smiled at him with a smile that would warm the coldest heart.

You were about to stand up and greet him when to your surprise he came up to you faster than a flash of lightning and kissed you fiercely. You kissed back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Severus" you breathed between kisses.

"Y/n" he replied as he pushed you towards your bed without breaking the kiss.

"Y/n, the boys have arrived, they are asking where they ca... Oh!"

Severus turned around and came face to face with Lily Evans leaning on Y/n's bedroom door. Her gaze darted back and forth between your two faces and the position she had found you in.

"I think... I better go ask your mothers," she disappeared down the stairs, closing the door behind her.

Severus stood up in a bit of a panic as you burst out laughing. He questioned you with his eyes as he thought you had gone mad.

"By Merlin, I've never seen you this enterprising and Lily had to come in.

"Repeating the facts doesn't make them any less dramatic, you know Y/n? What are we going to do now that she's seen us? And what is she doing here anyway?" he said with a frown.

"Well, just like you and pretty much my entire group of friends, she was invited home to celebrate my birthday." your smile lost a little of its luster as your boyfriend broke down before your eyes.

Your birthday. He had forgotten your birthday. Severus felt like the biggest idiot in the world as he stammered a "yes, of course" while trying to avoid your gaze. You could tell by his demeanor, but you didn't have time to get your head around it, as someone knocked on the door. A few seconds later, your other mother's purple head appeared in the doorway, letting you know that the meal was ready and that all the guests were there. You and Severus walked downstairs with your mother to the dining room, decorated with colorful lanterns and holiday streamers. Around the table chatting were your friends, Remus,Sirius, Lily, Dorcas, Mary, Arthur, Frank, James and Marlene. All of them came from different groups of friends but were willing to mix for you. Since only the ends of the table were left, you and Severus sat away from each other. But it was all right, your mind was still on the revelation he had made to you indirectly a few minutes earlier. James and Sirius spat at Severus, who didn't react, just sat at the other end of the table, staring at the plate in front of him. Severus' string of bizarre behaviors reinforced the idea that something was wrong. 

Normally, Severus was one of the sweetest, most caring men you'd ever met, and because of his family history, he was so desperate for love and affection that he found it hard not to look at you, or give you compliments, awkward ones, but still compliments. But the last few weeks before the vacations, he had insisted on sleeping alone, and now he had forgotten your birthday, there was definitely something wrong. You did your best to focus on the moment and not think too much. This allowed you to have a nice meal, surrounded by the good mood of your friends and family. When the meal was over, the lanterns went out as your mom came into the dining room with a huge cake of your favorite flavor in her hands. All your friends began to sing around the table, wishing you a happy birthday. That was it. You were finally 17, you couldn't help but shed a tear or two after blowing out the candles. The cake was cut and served and then it was time for the gifts. One by one the gifts came to rest in front of you as you tore off the wrapping paper that wrapped them. You received a broom set, sweets and many other gifts that filled you with joy. Each of the guests pointed to themselves after you opened their gift for you to thank them.

"And you, Severus? Where is your gift for Y/n?" Mary asked innocently.

All eyes turned to Severus as his cheeks turned crimson. He felt terrible for forgetting your birthday and now he was paying the price. He was going to have to admit that he didn't have one in front of everyone. What kind of boyfriend could forget such an important day?

"I don't..." he began.

"Severus was giving it to me as soon as he arrived, he's still in my room," you answered to avoid an affront to your boyfriend.

For the first time all evening, Severus looked up at you with hopeful eyes. You'd had time to digest the news, and while you weren't mad at him yet, he had better have a good excuse. You knew your friends well enough to know that Sirius and James would have been happy to put Severus down again, so you didn't give them the chance. The rest of the evening was spent in a calm and good mood, the small group of teenagers having moved into the living room to play teenage games like Monopoly, truth or dare etc. Once your mothers were in bed, Severus slid in beside you on the couch and shyly took your hand. Your eyes met for a moment as he squeezed your hand gently. Despite the annoyance of his behavior, you melted a little at the look on his face. You smiled at him and then gently let him know that you too would need to have a chat later. He nodded and moved a little closer to you. With a smile, you turned your attention back to the game on the coffee table and slid Severus' hand over your butt. He gave you a panicked look but you were already paying no attention to him, or so it seemed, just pushing your buttocks to meet his palm. Severus took this as an invitation and pressed his hand to your bottom trying to remember what Lucius had taught him. As quietly as possible, Severus began to knead your buttocks, waiting for a favorable reaction. This created a fire inside you that made you close your eyes for a moment. Then remembering where you were, you opened them again and gently slid Severus' hands away from you. He thought he must have felt bad or that you didn't like it, but your buttocks came to rest on his legs and quickly changed his mind. His hands had only touched your buttocks through your dress, but that wasn't enough, you wanted more. You stuck to Severus by slipping in his ear a few words.

"Touch my breasts, please.

He nodded, not sure how he was going to please you on the one hand and not get caught on the other. He started by pulling down the zipper of your dress, just enough for him to get his hands under the loose fabric. A grunt escaped him, which was thankfully covered by Sirius's protesting cries that he was in no position to win. That growl in your ear felt like a bomb in your body. You weren't wearing a bra and he could see that. That was the reason for his groan.

His fingers eventually found your nipples and he began to knead them in the same way he had kneaded your ass. You bit your lip to keep from letting all the pleasure Severus was giving you out into the open.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You're all red," Arthur said, worried about his friend.

Severus stopped his movements as all eyes were now on you.

You nodded, wanting to reassure them and avoid getting caught.

"Yes, yes. I think I'm just a little tired. Do you mind if I slip away now?"

All of your friends nodded and wished you a pleasant night as the smart ones figured out where the redness in your cheeks really came from. After Severus zipped up your dress, you took him by the hand and got up from the couch, dragging him behind you.

When you got to your room, you closed the door, this time with a key. Then you turned to face him, arms crossed.

" Go ahead. Can you explain to me why you forgot my birthday ?”

"I'm ashamed,I’m so sorry  you know ? " Severus fled your gaze as he reached into the back pocket of his pants but unfortunately you notice and asked for it.

"What are you hiding ?”

You weren't totally mad, but seeing Severus so secretive left your imagination free to invent far-fetched scenarios that almost always ended with Severus admitting to cheating on you and that broke your heart. You joined him on the bed, trying to keep your composure as he sheepishly pulled a book from his back pocket.

 "That's what did it. That's what made me... forgot your birthday." You took it from his hands.

"What's this?" you asked as you began to flip through it quickly.

"It's a book about sex. Lucius gave it to me, and incidentally wrote it as well, when I told him about us.”

Severus explained everything in detail, so much so that by the end of his story, you couldn't be angry anymore. On the contrary. Severus did all this to make sure he would be ready for his first time with you. It was adorable.

"Remind me never to give Lucius a chance if we ever break up " you said with a laugh.

"D-Does that mean that's not how it works ?" questioned Severus confused.

"Well... In fact... I don't know about that, Sev. I'm a virgin too." you confessed making him even more confused.

"You are ? But I thought that... What about your ex’s boyfriends ?"

You settle down a little better on the bed, not knowing how to explain it to him.

"So... Yeah I've had a bunch of boyfriends but none of them have ever touched me. And if they tried..." Severus sits cross-legged in front of you, all ears "... I break up with them. First time, you only get one. I didn't want to give it to just anyone. I never felt safe enough or in love with them enough to take the plunge." your hands find Severus', you intertwine your fingers gently. "But with you, everything is different, Severus."

"Wait Y/n... You mean you..." begins Severus, his eyes sparkling.

You smile softly at your boyfriend, your cheeks turning a little red as he moved closer to you without really realizing it.

"Yes, Sev. I'm in love with you," you finally admit.

"Oh Y/n..." he melts on your lips in a tender but passionate kiss "I think... Me too"

Your heart misses a beat. Since the beginning of your relationship, it was you who took the lead and for the roles to be reversed, it often took a few days or even a few months, so you would never have thought that for such an important confession, he would say it so easily. You could not be happier.

Severus gently flipped you over onto the bed, towering over you as you deepened the kiss. Awkwardly, you undressed each other, urgently seeking each other's lips as quickly as possible. You were the first only in your underwear, at least in your panties, and Severus was speechless. The sight of his fiery gaze titillated your pussy, which had not yet recovered from Sev's caresses in the living room. Instinctively, Severus directed his hands towards your breasts, bringing you out of your dream. He began to knead them again as he had done in the living room, but replaced one of his hands with his mouth and then his tongue, wrapping it around your erect nipples with desire. Small moans came out of your mouth in front of all the attentions of your companion.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, gradually gaining confidence.

You nodded knowing that your voice would break before you could finish your sentence. He seemed to understand as a sly smile came to perch on his lips. He wanted to taste your body, to hear your little moans again, which he found adorable and which excited him more than he wanted to say. His lips went down along your belly to land near your panties asking you for access silently. For all answer you did not delay to pull down your panties wanting desperately to feel him inside you, or at least it was as you translated the sudden heat and tingling that rose from your crotch. Severus in front of you couldn't stop his sex from growing even larger as exotic scents wafted up to his nose.

"Severus," you breathed in a prayer.

"Anything for you, love" he replied.

Within seconds, his tongue met your clit, warming it and covering it with kisses. A few minutes later he was already moving his tongue down to visit your already moistened pussy, making you moan louder than before.

"Please, Sev'. I think I'm going to cum."

"Do you think you can wait for me?" he asked as he lovingly stroked your hair.

You nodded slowly, catching your breath as Severus' tongue left your folds.

"Are you ready?  Lucius told me it can hurt the first time for girls, so tell me if I -" his sex in his hand he placed it in front of your entrance as he towered over you.

"It's okay, Sev. I trust you." your smile encouraged him.

He nodded, not totally reassured. So far, it had been easy, he had been content to trust his desires and the reaction of your body, but now it was going to be harder. He could feel it. But encouraged by your love, he ended up pushing his erect member little by little into your dripping sex. An electric shock went through both of your bodies. He didn't move right away, feeling your walls tightening dangerously around his sex. Then you motioned for him to move, which he did, slowly pulling his sex out of yours before moving back in again, keeping a slow pace. The first few trips in and out were painful, but soon it was pleasure that took over. For Severus, it was pure pleasure and moaning, he loved being inside you, but was still afraid you wouldn't.

"Is that good for you, love? Can I speed it up a little?"

"Yes...; please."

So he accelerated his comings and goings, always focused on the reaction of your body to his. Your breathing became more jerky as his change of pace allowed him to perfectly match your pleasure points. It was the first time he felt like this, he felt like he was too far away from you even though his whole body was married to yours and he wanted to be one with you all the days of his life, to feel your body pressed against his forever. It didn't take long for you to tighten your grip on your lover, feeling your deliverance coming.

"Severus... I-" your sentence was swallowed up by the wave of pleasure that engulfed you.

Severus joined you in your orgasm a few minutes after yours, prolonging it as he continued to go back and forth.

"Y/n, Y/n, Fuck, Y/n!" he moaned in your ear.

Breathless, he pulled out of you and immediately took you in his arms, thanking you for your patience by covering you with kisses. He had been a little rough with you but you thought it had been for the best.

"Perfect," you sighed.

"I couldn't have said it better," he said between breaths. "Do you think we could do this again?" he questioned.

"That was our first time, remember? So there's no reason why it should be the only one." you kissed him tenderly, laughing "We can do it again whenever you want.”

"Even... Now?" he asked with an innocent look but flame of desire in his eyes.

You bit your lip before nodding.

#severus x reader #smut #snape content #snape love #snape community #snape x reader #severus snape #pro snape #snape fandom #snape fanfiction #my writing #first time #i love u

[the-broken-truth]

Can I request a male s/o for cassandra? The guys is half bull but is really sweet and shy and he's the new farmer for dimitrescus?

Sincerely 💠anon

🙍‍♂️🐾

Broken: Wow! A request for Cassandra! I think this might be the first one I had. Let the words weave together!!!

Note: The Reader's name is referred to as [Taurus] - The Taurus Zodiac is in the image of a Bull; they are known to be powerful but rather kind.

[Castle Dimitrescu - Alcina's Study]

"Now, daughters - the reason I called all of you here today is the notify you that there is a new servant coming to the castle this afternoon but he is not like the normal servants." Alcina explained as she faced her mirror, applying a new layer of lipstick.

"He? We are hiring a man to work in the castle?" Bela asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, are we going to have some Man-Blood for dinner, Mother?" Daniela giggled like an excited kid on Christmas Eve - ready to tear into her presents.

"No, Daniela - this male is not to be touched in a hostile manner. He is one of a kind and he has expressed his eagerness to aid Castle Dimitrescu with fine vegetation." Alcina said to her youngest daughter.

"He's one of a kind? How so, Mother?" Cassandra asked, honestly curious as to why this man-thing is special.

"You shall find out when he arrives, Cassandra; you will know what I mean when you lay your eyes on him." Alcina said as she rose to her feet, and turned to face her daughters, "He should be here soon, let us go to the foyer." Alcina said as she headed to the door. The daughters looked at each other in confusion before they began following their mother - like ducklings would follow their mother.

On their way there, they happened upon a maid walking in the opposite direction, the maid noticed them and bowed to them before speaking.

"Good Afternoon, My Ladies. The Head Maid wanted me to notify you that Mr. {Taurus] has arrived and is walking for you all in the Foyer." The maid explained, her head still bowed.

"Thank you for the information - you are dismissed now." Alcina said as she waved her hand, causing the maid to walk away.

The Lady of the Castle and her Daughters entered the foyer and standing there by the doors was a man: He was tall and muscular - it was clear that he used his body a lot and built up power. He had tan skin and [Hair Length] [Hair Color] hair. His [Eye Color] eyes scanned around Castle Dimitrescu's interior before turning his eyes down to a notepad it was writing on.

'Was he talking notes?' Cassandra questioned herself.

The closer they got to him, they saw why their mother said he was different - he had two large horns on his head, a long tail that mimicked a bull's but matched his hair. Just what was this man-thing? Why did he have horns and a tail? Why did he look so...muscular? When he looked up and his eyes laid upon the ladies of the castle, he placed the notepad in his shirt pocket, stood straight, and bowed his head to the women before him.

"Best of the afternoon to you, My Ladies." The male said - his voice, while powerful, held respect and tenderness.

"[Taurus] - The Bull Man. When I heard that you accepted the invitation of a Castle Gardener/Farmer, I thought they were pulling my leg; I didn't even think you would come here." Alcina said as she looked down at the bowing Bull-Hybrid with a smirk, "Why are you here so early? The invitation said that you had a week to prepare, you are 3 days early." Alcina said.

"I was very excited for the chance to work under Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. What's more - I have been rather bored working for my previous employer, he was not paying me enough and the amount of work he was giving me was unfair to the others; it was because of my...strange appearance." [Taurus] explained while still bowing to Alcina and her Daughter - Cassandra kept her eyes on him, hearing the heartbreak in his voice.

"Understandable. Since you are already here..." She looks at the tool beside him, "And it appears that you are prepared to work, I shall explain your job and tell you where you shall be staying." Alcina said.

"I am ready to work, My Lady - tell me my tasks and I shall get to work at once." He said finally looking up at Alcina.

"You are responsible for the upkeep of Castle Dimitrescu's Gardens and Vegetable Fields; the cold makes it hard to grow enough produce or the winter and the farmers in the village love overcharging the price of their products when the field refused to bear more." Alcina explained with a scowl on her face.

"Understandable. I can make Greenhouses for the more fragile of produce, I have a contact that can give me the materials. I shall start with clearing the fields of debris and salt." [Taurus] said as he reached down, gathering his tools.

"Alright, I shall have a maid..." She was cut off by her middle child.

"No, Mother; I'll take him to the fields." Cassandra said - her eyes still trained on the man.

"If that is what you say, Cassandra," Alcina smirked before walking out of the room with her other two daughters. [Taurus] watched the middle heir for a while before she told him to follow her and the two of them went to the fields. There were large tree stumps on the grounds, rocks that didn't belong, and lots of head vegetation. Cassandra showed him to a small gardener's house that needed some love. [Taurus] thanked the Middle Heiress and bowed his head to her as she watched back into the castle [It's warm so the cold won't bother Cassandra], but she watched him out the window.

Cassandra watched as the hybrid took off his shirt, revealing his well-sculpted body and gathered some chains in his hands, wrapped them around on the stumps, and began pulling it from the ground with the power of a bull in its prime; he did the same with all the stumps before pulling out the weeds and dead flowers before taking his ax to chop the stump pieces into slabs of wood.

The Daughter of Dimitrescu watched as he repair the small house with the wood but she heard him making plans to make the house stronger.

As time went on, the fields of Castle Dimitrescu were filled with flowers and vegetation - the maid loved the veggies, the soup and sauce made from them were perfect.

Alcina became fond of the male after he built a relaxation in the garden for her and her daughters to enjoy time in the warm sun.

Bela and Daniela were kind to him and even offered him to come hunting with them sometimes but Cassandra would not let him go with them - she knew what her sisters were like and she wasn't gonna let them take what belonged to her.

Around the time the garden was complete, the greenhouse was made, and it was clear that the castle looked better - Cassandra had claimed the Bull-Hybrid for herself and he had no problem with that. They would spend time in his small house, reading books or making hybrid plants. When she would be hungry, he would let her feed off him. They would spend time cuddling when they wanted to be in each other's arms. When they were in the castle, [Taurus] would carry Cassandra everywhere without question.

[End]

#resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x male reader #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu

[finnyboywolfhard]

Kiss It, Make It Better

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader 

summary: Y/N craves smoking with someone new, so who better than Steve Harrington. 

A/N: this is based solely on the ‘it’s only marijuana’ line in season three bc i am in love with stoner!Steve 

warnings: drugs <3, cursing, fluff 

word count: 2.4k 

Y/N and Dustin had the routine since Y/N got her license, that once a month they would have a sibling drive, in which they would drive around with the sole intent of getting caught up with one another. Given all the shit they had been through over the past few years, it naturally became their own special form of therapy. The Events of Starcourt on the Fourth of July and the days prior were once again weighing heavily on the two during their first drive since.

“What was it like being drugged?” Dustin asked, his curiosity weaving its way into his voice.

“Weird. It kinda felt like everything was the best thing ever, but it also came at the worst time. It was also weird that it was with Steve Harrington and Robin.”

“Is it like weed?”

“Is it like what?” Y/N knew the answer, it was no, but she had no idea why her little brother was deciding to ask her that in that exact moment.

“When you guys were drugged, I kept asking Steve if he did drugs, and he said that he only did marijuana. I wanted to know if they were comparable. So, is it like weed?”

“First off Dusty, you don’t ‘do’ marijuana, you smoke it. And secondly, I’m not answering that question, you can save that query for Steve.” Steve. Y/N had a lot of thoughts about him, it was interesting to hear about him from the rumors in high school in comparison to how she saw him act regularly. And ever since she started smoking to calm herself down, she has craved smoking with someone other than Robin, maybe Steve was worth a shot.

“Speaking of Steve, he said he might be over a lot over the next few nights while his parents are away, just so you know.”

“Oh? Is he coming tonight?”

“No, not tonight. He isn’t off work till 9 and mom doesn’t want him coming an hour before my dumbass bedtime— I still don’t get why she just NOW gave me a bedtime while you don’t even have a curfew.” Her brother started rambling, but all she could pay attention to was that he was going to be home alone tonight. Would it be that crazy of her to show up after all the trauma they had been through over the past 3 years?

“It’s because I’m legally an adult, so she’s treating me as such, and you’re just going into high school, she wants you to be safe. But okay, guess we’ll just have to see him soon.” The two drove around for a while longer before returning home. As the hours in between past, Y/N glanced towards her bookshelf, in which held a hidden stash of weed. She could always tell her mom she was just going to Robin’s, she would never try to prevent Y/N from seeing Robin.

She walked toward the bookshelf with soft footing, and with a gentle touch she plucked the hard covered book from the shelf. Inside lay two pre rolled joints she bought from her dealer and some bud Murray had snuck her after Hopper’s memorial. She snapped the book closed and tossed the book gently onto her bed. She put on a zip up hoodie and packed a fake sleepover bag. The books spine crackled gently as the cover was opened just enough for her to grab the pre-rolls out and into her pocket.

With backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands tucked securely in her pockets, Y/N strolled casually into the living room where her mother sat, as the minutes ticked quicker and quicker past 9:30–he was definitely home by now.

“Hey mom! Inhope you don’t mind but I’m gonna head over to Robin’s.”

“Oh! Did she call? I didn’t even hear the phone!”

“Oh no! She didn’t!” Y/N let in a gulp, she didn’t think this through. “She asked me a few days ago to come over tonight if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go until a little bit ago.”

“Ah, sounds like you, Do you wanna call her before you head over?” Claudia stood from her seat and began moving and motioning towards the phone.

“No!’ Y/N shrieked at her mother, who turned confusedly towards her. “Her mom goes to bed early and I told her that if I was gonna come it would be between 9 and 10, she assumes I’m coming, but I do really gotta get going.” Y/N glanced nervously at the clock, it was getting later and later and there comes a time where it’s a little uncomfortable to show up. Claudia glanced to the clock as well.

“Okay Y/N/N, you better get going.”

“Bye mom—“

“—Drive safe, be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Y/N said as she practically ran to her car. She turned her car on and began the drive towards his house, not even thinking twice about where she was going until the car came to a park in his driveway.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled at herself. She yelled at herself for being weird and for showing up unannounced. She calmed herself down by saying, “who wouldn’t want someone showing up with free weed? Don’t overthink it.” She pulled in a complete, deep breath and walked hesitantly to the door. Three knocks sounded off the door, her breath fluttering ever so slightly as she let her hand fall to her side. Footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door, stepping closer and closer by the second. The doorknob turned and Y/N’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy at large.

“Hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” Steve asked delightfully surprised. Her hand reached inside her pocket to pull one of the two joints. She lifted it from her pockets to where he could see it.

“Got a light?” She asked with a smirk.

After finding a lighter, the two made their way to his backyard. They sat parallel to one another in their chaise chairs. Y/N flicked the lighter a few times before sparking up the first joint of the night. She pulled a large huff in and held it as she passed the joint to Steve. He took in a long drag, holding the joint in front of him to inspect it after he hit it. A few seconds after Y/N had released her hit, Steve started coughing a bunch.

“Jesus Y/N, where the hell did you get this?” Steve said through the gasps for air.

“Good shit, huh?” Y/N joked as she inhaled another hit. The two fell into a rhythm of passing it back and forth as conversation allowed itself to flood the air.

“So what made you come here Y/N?” Steve pondered towards the girl.

“Dusty started asking me about when we were drugged, and apparently you told him you smoked weed. And, as much as I love Robin, I need someone new to smoke with, and you’re not AWFUL to hang out with.” Y/N explained, with sarcasm dripping from the last sentence.

“Wow, I feel so touched. Truly, I feel like the luckiest man alive. THE Y/N Henderson chose ME to smoke with. Best day of my life.” Steve rambled on, matching the sarcastic tone Y/N started with. The two laughed for a bit together, before Y/N spoke through the giggles.

“I am sorry for just showing up, I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“What? Am I that scary?”

“You’re THE King Steve, you’re the coolest, hottest guy at Hawkins. I was so intimidated by your male wiles. I am begging at your feet Steve Harrington.” Y/N mocked other girls she had witnessed in Hawkins. “No you’re not scary, I just couldn’t bring myself to say ‘Hey Steve, want to do some drugs with me?’ on our family phone, it didn’t feel right.” Steve let out a chuckle and a ‘fair enough’. It fell silent for a moment as the joint had its final hits taken from it.

“Why haven’t we hung out before? I mean away from all the traumatizing shit.” Steve asked slowly as he let himself sink down into the chair.

“Different friend groups before it all and then after and during it all, I didn’t and don’t want to impede on you and Dustin’s time. Plus neither of us have asked each other anyway.”

“That’s not true, I invited you to the movies that one day you stopped into scoops alone.”

“Yeah after I had already told you I was babysitting that night, you didn’t even ask to reschedule.”

“Yes I absolutely—didn’t. I didn’t.” Steve said, confidence dissipating. Y/N couldn’t help but focus to each small feature of his face one by one. Sure, she had looked at him but she never looked at him. He really was beautiful.

Jokes and stories were told between the two, laughter and exaggerated stories filled the bubble they put themselves in. In those moments, there was no one else in the world but Steve and Y/N.

“And that’s how Mike Wheeler broke his finger in our backyard.” Y/N let out through a fit of giggles. Steve clutched his stomach as he let himself fall back into the chair from the gut busting laughter Y/N had sent him into. As he got more comfortable, he glanced down at his watch. His eyes bulged at the time.

“Holy shit.” He said flustered, eyes never leaving the watch face.

“What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2 A.M.”

“Oh damn…” Y/N said, a dangerously fun smile finding its way to her face. Her hand reached towards the second joint in her pocket. “So this would be of no interest to you?” Steve’s squinted eyes opened just a peep. He let out a long whine.

“I think I’m too high to even move…but that looks so good.” Y/N looked between him and the joint. She noticed space for her to sit on the edge of his chair, and placed herself there. She placed the joint between her lips and gave it a light, waiting for the rolling paper burn down to the weed. From between her lips, she pulled the joint between her fingers and held it gently up to his. He took in a pull, never once releasing eye contact. With each consecutive hit, the distance between them drew closer and closer, eventually leaving their faces merely inches apart. Her fingers were so far back on the joint, they grazed his lips as he took in one of the final hits. Her fingers tingled from his touch. She glanced towards his eyes, his meeting hers already. The air around them went still and quiet. Their eyes were locked on each other, contact never wavering as their bodies moved towards one another like a magnet. His eyes stayed put on hers as his voice fell in the air.

“Give me one more.” Her hand lifted lightly and placed itself at his lips once more. The joint glowed a bright red as he inhaled the smoke. Y/N was so enraptured by his beauty, she didn’t notice the joint burning down to a nub. She watched as a cloud of smoke was blown from his lips and into the sky, before the heat had finally reached her touch.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed as she dropped the roach to the ground. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, attempting to ease the burning feeling. The burn wasn’t bad, just a little redness but it didn’t hurt any less.

“Hey, let me see it.” Steve’s tone was much gentler now as he lifted her hand into his own. He raised her gently by her wrist to examine the burnt fingers. He delicately placed the burnt fingers to his lips and gave them a tiny little kiss.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He whispered, just barely audible to her ears. That’s what was so shocking about Steve, his heart was so filled with love and care. He did his best to make everyone feel protected, even if his popular guy persona overshadowed it at times.

“How are you so perfect?” Her voice came out quietly. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her once more and without much thought, he closed the distance. The kiss was gentle and loving, but clearly stoked by passion. His lips upturned into a smile. She leaned back and traced her fingers across her lips. Just to make sure she didn’t imagine it, she pulled the boy towards her by the collar and planted one more kiss on him—and she noted that he kissed back with the same fervor.

“I have a crush on you Steve Harrington.” She said, hiding her blushing face from the boy. He turned her face towards him as he confessed,

“I’ve had a crush on you for like 3 months.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” He said, his thumb gently grazing her cheek.

“Why?”

“Dustin talks about you enough, and I—uh I remembered all the times you’ve kicked ass over the past few years and it just kinda…happened. Who wouldn’t want someone as smart, badass, and beautiful as you?” He rambled our haphazardly, a blush forming across his cheeks as well.

“Steve…”

“Oh god, that was embarrassing, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing. fuck me.” Steve started rambling.

“Hey! It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.” Y/N explained, but it didn’t seem to help. An idea flashed in her mind. “Oh no! You are so embarrassing, I am embarrassed. Ew, guess I

I’ll just have to close my eyes! I hope that embarrassing Steve Harrington doesn’t kiss me!” The sarcastic tone from earlier returning once more. A chuckle bubbled past Steve’s lips. He once more laid one on her, this time—a little bit more passionate than the past.

Y/N nuzzled herself into Steve’s side on the small beach chair they were on. The air sat comfortably still in that moment, the two reeling from the overwhelming emotions they had just felt. Quiet giggles pierce the air as Y/N studies her fingers.

“It worked.” She said matter of factly.

“What worked?”

“After you kissed it, I haven’t thought about it since. You made it better.” Y/N spoke melodically. Steve planted a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer in to him.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He repeated once more.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n

[squishneedsahero]

The Comfort of A Mother

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 11 of 13

Word Count: 1558

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

As soon as you and your family arrived back home Bruce dove head first into this case, sometimes going for a few days without talking to you more than once or twice. This was usually how things went when there was something big going on, and normally you'd make him pay attention to you at least one every few days. But this case felt different, you felt like he needed this time to work on this one. On top of that you were in the middle of editing another book you'd written so you were able to do something to keep yourself from feeling completely ignored.

It was for weeks on end that life went on like this, and you let it go on for a while, until you had almost finished with editing and noticed that it had been more than a few nights in a row that you had fallen asleep and woken up in bed alone. So tonight after three nights of sleeping alone, it reaches midnight and you make your way down to the cave, knowing your husband had been coming back for Damian to be able to get a reasonable amount of sleep because he had school on the morning, and you wait for him. When they finally arrive back home you're waiting for them, in your pajamas, leaning against the desk of the computer. You had already sent Tim up to bed and volunteered to take over while he got some sleep.

When they get home you give Damian a soft smile as you say, "Sleep well."

He nods in reply and makes his way to change before heading upstairs.

After he's gone you turn to face Bruce, "So, are you going to come to bed dressed like that, or would you like to change?" You cross your arms and give him a look to let him know you're serious about this. "Because as your wife I demand at least 16 hours of your full undivided attention, because it's been weeks."

"Alright, dear," with that he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to your bedroom, still fully dressed as Batman. Once you both make it upstairs he goes and changes into sweatpants and no shirt before coming and lying next to you where he sat you on the bed.

You can tell that he's tired since after he lies down he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms and legs around you protectively and doesn't even say anything to you. "I love you," you state and give him a kiss before snuggling fully into him.

--^--^--

You wake up to Bruce running his hand through your hair, and you open your eyes to see his face in front of yours. "Hi, handsome," you say tiredly.

He smiles softly and gives you a kiss, "good morning beautiful."

You smile and roll over so you're lying on top of him, and glance at the clock. "Well, it looks like I still get another four hours of your attention." With that you look back at him and kiss him deeply, and her slides his hands up your shirt against your back, holding you as close as possible, just wanting to feel your body.

--^--^--

A few hours later as you're lying against his side and tracing your fingers on his chest, he says, "Honey, there's something I need to tell you."

You tilt your head just enough to look at his face, "yeah?"

"The first night I didn't come to bed. It was because we were finally able to track down the Redhood. And, well, I'm not sure how to say this any better, The Redhood is Jason. Jason is alive."

You can hardly believe what it is he's telling you, you're just frozen there staring at him until finally you get yourself to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, thats why I've waited this long to tell you. I needed to be sure for you."

Tears form in your eyes, as you look at your husband. He was serious very often but you had rarely ever seen him this serious, the last time you'd seen this look on his face was as he said 'I do'. He kisses you gently, and you can hardly believe it, your baby who you thought you had lost for these few long years was alive. "Why, do I feel like there is something to this you haven't told me? There has to be a reason he hasn't come here."

"There is... I don't know yet how he came back but he did. He's still recovering his memory. And, he's not the same as he was when we lost him, he's killing people... and I confronted him about it," he looks almost ashamed as he says the last part.

"So, now he's mad at you?" you guess, and his slight nod is enough of an answer for you. "Thats alright, we just need patience. You saw what it took for Damian to even come this far, for Dick to finally come back to us. We'll figure it out, him being alive just means we have that chance again," with that you kiss him to let him know you're serious.

--^--^--

You and Bruce had been invited to the policeman's ball for the GCPD and Bruce wasn't able to come so you had gone for the both of you, ugh. The ball was over so you were heading out to your car that was in the parking garage. As you're walking you keep thinking you hear another set of footsteps. They're subtle and anyone who wasn't married to the most paranoid man in the world wouldn't think it was anything, but you did. You kept walking confidently, trying to figure out where it was they were coming from, since there was no one else out here right now since you were leaving early.

As you get to your car the lights in that part of the garage go out. You freeze not moving to unlock your car, just waiting for whoever it was that had been following you to make the first move. You might be wearing a fancy dress and be in heels but that doesn't mean you can't kick ass if you need too. The first move you make is pulling your heels off, giving yourself a weapon, and making it easier in case you needed to run.

Theres a shuffle behind you and you spin around, only to be facing who you could only assume was Redhood, judging by his choice of headgear. You stay still, waiting for him to make the first move, praying that if it really was Jason he'd say something. Slowly he raises his hands, showing they're empty, and removes his helmet, and a mask from under that. Your breath hitches when you see him, he was older, he looked tired, but there was no mistaking him, "Jason," it comes out barely audible.

"Hi, Mama," thats it. That's all he says.

You pause for a split second before dropping your shoes, and taking a step towards him, holding your arms open, asking if it's alright for you to hug him. He closes the rest of the gap as soon as he sees that. And as soon as he's in your arms thats when you break, thats when you start to sob. You both stand there hugging each other tightly, and as you do you can feel him shaking slightly, but you don't say anything, knowing he just needs to let it out.

Eventually both of you pull away slightly, and you look up at him, he'd gotten so tall, but that doesn't stop you from giving him a motherly kiss on the forehead and holding his cheeks so you can look in his eyes. "Can I ask what happened, or not right now?" You ask this quietly as you look at his eyes, they aren't blue anymore they're an eerie shade of green, and they look hurt, he has this deep pain behind them that isn't just going to go away over night.

"Not right now, please, I just wanted to see you."

"Thats alright, my Jay-bear."

He seems a little startled by the nickname, it had been years since you'd called him that, since anyone had.

"What?" You say raising an eyebrow, "you know you'll always be my little Jay-bear even if you are taller than me now. Is it alright if I tell Bruce I saw you, or would you rather I didn't?" You ask this without explaining why you'd even wonder this.

A small smile comes to his face and he hugs you tightly once again. "You can, it'll be better than him figuring it out himself," a pause before letting go, "I should probably get going... I'll see you around though right ma?"

"Of course you will, my phone number hasn't changed it you need anything. And I can keep a secret at least for a while, so don't go sending me your address, but if you tell me when and where we can meet up." With that you hug him one last time and watch as he puts his mask and helmet back on and he makes sure you get into your car safely and as you head home he heads off into the night.

#Batman #batman x you #batmom #batmom reader #batfam x batmom #batman x batmom #batman x batmom!reader #batfam #batfam x you #batfam x y/n #batfam x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n

[lavenderchamomiletea13]

Hello!!! Again! How are you?

Okay.. I really love angst and I moreover enjoy Stella being a vengeful wife that wants to take revenge on her husband. So I had a different idea. What if she poisons him Blitzø?

And owl man goes to save him?

Stolitz - angst - 🍇

Here below i have a tiny help in case you need it! 💙 If you don't want to do it it's totally allright Thank you so much! 💙

#Poisoning

Tw: Vomit, choking, blood, angst, difficulty in breathing, near death.

Stella poisoning blitz. She poisoned his food. She Transformed into Loona or she hired striker. Using a spell he disguised himself. 

Or she entered she disguised herself as a waitress, or she disguised herself broke into his office and well added the poison to Blitz's food or coffee. Blitz eats/drinks it and suffers in front of his employees.

They were talking. Soon enough blitz came in. Barely standing, sweating like crazy! "Sir? Is.. Are you okay?"

Moxxie asked concerned. Blitz tried to speak but started coughing hard. "I... I... Shit. Help me Moxxie.. I..can't breathe it hurts too much" when he said that he fell on his back his body jerking, blood came out his eyes, nose, lips. He made choking sounds. 

"Sir.. This isn't funny! Millie! Loona!!".

Blitz grasped Moxxie's hand and squeezed.

"SIR?!?", he yelled. Then the coughing and bleeding stopped. Pain conquered his body. Millie and Loona burst into the room. They were shocked. Moxxie's voice brought them back. They try to help. Loona put her body behind him and wrapped her tail to keep him comfortable. Millie called for help. Millie held his hand. Loona cried "DON'T DIE ON ME YOU DAMNED MOTHER FUCKER!!" Loona said. Blitz looked at them one last time before he closed his eyes his strength abandoning him. Moxxie, Millie cried and tried to keep him awake! "I.. LOVE you..." he let his final breath before losing his senses. Owl guy comes and take him

Blitzø falls into a coma for a few days (or weeks if you love angst).

Owl man saves him..  He would spend time with him. Same goes and for employees. He found out who did it by his butler. The butler found a box with poison. Owl guy take care of however did this. Blitz wakes up and they are happy. "Don't scare us again like this." they said hugged him and cuddled.

Enjoy the angst! 😘

Hi hello I loved your idea, I didn’t use a lot a lot of it but stayed within the main idea of it all!  

Anywho! My bad it took so long! Been busy working on college Applications and housing shit, catch me moving into the on campus lgbt housing <3 Honestly this is why I write so many things in advance, to keep my account alive in case I needa peace out for a few days lmao. My queue still has like 20 fanfics in it lmaoo

Anywho! 

Stolas x Blitzo - Angst, but a lil fluff at the end so I’mma mark it as a kiwi <3

The I.M.P. had recently finished a commission for some big shot demon, leaving them with a tiny fortune. So, they were out to dinner to celebrate! Blitzo found a nice place and rounded his employee’s up cheerfully, even inviting Stolas out with him. It was about time to “pay rent” for the book they had as it was. 

“Say, Loony, what are you going to do with your bonus?” Blitzo asked, the hellhound glancing up at her phone. 

“Dunno... Might get a newer phone. This one’s kinda shitty.” She shrugged her shoulders, her adopted father nodding his head and turning towards Millie and Moxxie. 

“You guys?” He prompted, the two Imps thinking about it for a moment. 

“Well... We might take a little vacation? Maybe visit the Lust Ring for some fun.” Moxxie finally replied, Stolas perking up a little. 

“Oh? Well maybe we can go on a sort of couples vacation? Like a double date? I’ve been meaning to-” 

“Oh... I mostly just... Think this should be a ‘me and Millie’ Kind of thing...” Moxxie said awkwardly. It was still difficult for them to be comfortable around someone like Stolas, but they were trying... 

“I-I see, well, Blitzy, we should still-” Stolas looked over as Blitzo suddenly dropped his glass, gripping at his throat. He suddenly started coughing and hacking, tears pricking up in his eyes. 

“Shit! Blitzo! Are you choking or something?!” Loona shouted as she jumped out of her chair, hurriedly going to her adoptive father. 

At first, she went behind him, as if to give him the heimlich maneuver... until they all saw him cough out blood, the coughing and wheezing only getting worse from there. 

“W-what the fuck..” Loona starts before something catches her eye. She looks up, just to see Striker slipping away, cocky smirk on his lips. He had a peculiar bottle in his hand... likely whatever Blitzo had just drank. “Fuck fuck fuck... Stolas! Take Blitzo... Please, get him help. You two fuckers! Follow me.” Loona barked(lmao) orders, Moxxie and Millie quickly catching on and standing up, following after Loona as she went after Striker. 

Stolas was still for a moment, an almost confused look on his face before his eyebrows raised, the severity of this situation setting in. He scooped up the small imp and pulled out his phone, quickly calling the best doctor he knew, along with his chauffeur. In no time at all, Blitzo was in... what was technically a hospital of sorts. He’d fallen into a coma, and had been out for days so far. 

Stolas stayed at his side the whole time, minus the miniscule seconds it had taken to dispose of Striker once the imps had caught him. Loona also stayed the whole time, sleeping next to her adoptive father in an uncomfortable chair, but she never complained. 

It was the fourth day of Blitzo’s coma, Stolas sitting on one side of his bed, holding his hand gingerly.

“Oh, Blitzy... I’m so sorry... This is all my fault.” He sighed softly, the large owl demon looking down at his hands. “I never should have dragged you into this... Why... Do I break everything I touch...?” Stolas had closed his eyes tightly, tears pricking up in his eyes before he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. His eyes opened to see Loona standing at his side. She had a conflicted look on her face before she spoke up. 

“I... You shouldn’t have cheated on your wife... You should have been honest with her... I know you’re hurting too, but... What the fuck were you thinking?” Loona sort of clenched her fists, Stolas looking at Blitzo. 

“I was thinking about how happy Blitzy made me... Sure, sometimes he messes things up... But there are days when he smiles or does something sweet... How could I not... I mean... Stella and I just... Fell out of love... I didn’t think she’d-” 

“Stolas. You two were married, I can see why she’s pissed off! I know Blitzo isn’t fully innocent in this but come on man!” Stolas seemed to flinch as she shouted at him, the demon looking completely defeated. Loona was silent for a moment before she sighed, looking over at her adoptive father. “I just... Don’t want to lose him... I haven’t always been the nicest to him...” 

“You should go get some good sleep... I won’t leave his side.” Stolas said softly, the hellhound frowning but eventually nodding her head.

“You need anything before I go...?” She asked, Stolas shaking his head no. There was a moment of silence between them before Loona left the room. As soon as the door closed, Stolas broke down, tears started falling from his eyes as he leaned over the bed, gently clutching Blitzo’s hand. He was shaking a little, trying to fight back sobs until they finally came bursting out. 

Stolas sat there and sobbed for a good few minutes until he’d finally calmed down, sniffling quietly and clutching his lovers hand... Until he felt a light squeeze. He looked up, seeing Blitzo’s eyes barely open. 

“Stola...” Blitzo winced, fighting back a coughing fit as Stolas jumped out of his seat, one knee already up on the bed as his hands go to cup Blitzo’s face in his hands. 

“Blitzy... Oh thank god...” Stolas managed, the waterworks starting back up again. He leaned in and hugged the imp tightly, Blitzo lightly gripping onto him before Stolas perked up. 

“Oh heavens... I need to call Loona... She just left-” 

“Can’t we stay like this for a moment longer...?” Blitzo whispered, the owl demon looking down at him, obviously a bit conflicted... But ultimately decided he’d deal with the hellhounds wrath later... 

“Yes... Yes of course Blitzy...” 

I’m gonna end it on this note with Stolas holding Blitzo because I just spent all day doing chores and refreshing my student portal page to see if my application got accepted, keep in mind I wrote most of this when I was either half asleep or,, well no even now I am half asleep lmao, hope you enjoyed it lmaoo

Heya! Don’t forget to follow for more! I try to post daily! If you hop into my asks and request something from one of the fandoms I’m in (masterlist on my pinned post!) I might try and get around to it!

#stolitz #stolas #stolitz fanfic #angst #blitzo #helluva boss

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Hello! I absolutely LOVE your Balkan!MC AU 😆 (and your writing in general). If it’s not a bother, could you write some dorm leader relationship headcannons with a gender neutral Balkan!MC? You can include holidays and other traditions too if you want, go wild! (Also if you don’t want to do it it’s totally fine, thanks a bunch in advance anyway ❤️)

AAAAAA I'm so glad to hear Balkanoid MC is loved ❤️❤️❤️ As you know, the Balkans are so diverse and at the same time, it is not. I thought about what could be added here for the dating part. You might know the stereotypical behaviour of Albanian, Bosnian and Turkish older brother/father and I'm unsure if it's the same for the rest of the Balkans. I tried to something from each of them and the things we all can agree coffee=date

Anon is talking about this Balkan MC, Part 2 and Part 3: Starter Pack

You can join the discord server :D:D 

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle and (Y/N) have been dating for a short time. During the weekend, they have convinced Riddle to go into the village for their date. After Trey promised to take care of the Heartslabyul while he is gone, Riddle agrees to go on a date outside. They go to a semi-fancy restaurant.

"Can I get the check, please? Riddle? What are you doing?" - "I'll pay for my share." - "No I'll pay both." - "That's unnecessary" - "I'll pay! This is Balkan way!"

After hearing Balkan way a number of times, Riddle decided to let go. He doesn't like the idea of them paying for both but he didn't want to argue. Despite that the check is higher than they expected, (Y/N) happily pays for both. They will make Riddle get used to them paying both of their date expenses in the future.

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Leona Kingscholar

(Y/N) and Leona have been dating for some time. Their relation has been chill until Leona said that his brother wants to meet the person he's dating. (Y/N) choked on the air at that moment. This moment was inevitable so they said okay.

"This is (Y/N), Ferena. You have met now we can go." - "I'M (Y/N)! HAHAHA"

They have never thought of meeting his brother at all and now their nerves are getting wrecked from just the thought of it. They don't even think of the king status of Ferena, just the older brother status. They thought they didn't get Ferena's approval at first and thought how it would go, getting shivers from it. They still feel tense even after Ferena laughs and claps them on the shoulder.

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Azul Ashengrotto

(Y/N) and Azul were flirting for some time and (Y/N) thinks it is time to ask Azul out properly. They are happy that Azul has no older brother that they will deal with but he has two dads, biological and step one and then there is the mother. 

"I want to date you so I'm ready to meet your parents, Azul." - "Why would you want to meet them?" - "So they can see you are dating a nice person and get some sort of acceptance from them?"

(Y/N) is used to being family-oriented, the family involving in a huge part of their lives. They thought Azul was the same. Even if they won't meet with Azul's dads, maybe they will meet with the mother. It feels weird for them to not interact with the parents.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim has invited (Y/N) to a date set in Scarabia dorm. Of course, Jamil will be the one to prepare the dishes. Kalim is usually one to prefer to be in the crowds but since they are on a date, it is just two of them and Kalim wants to be the one serving. 

"You've finished already! I'll go bring some more!" - "Sure!":O

Regardless of who is cooking, Scarabia is the hosting place and (Y/N) is the guest. They can't just deny the food. They eat everything on the plate and Kalim keeps bringing more dishes. They have eaten the main dish, dessert and haven't even eaten any fruit. They don't want to be rude and refuse the food. Thankfully, Jamil comes and suggest Kalim that they should take a ride with the flying carpet.

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Vil Schönheit

(Y/N) is from the Balkans, the macho men are very common regardless of how they look. They are certainly not macho but the idea of it embedded in their mind. When (Y/N) does not see any machoness from Vil, they feel uneased as if they will see his macho side later on. They couldn't stand this feeling anymore.

"Do you like me?" - "What type of question is that?" - "You have a controlling side but you don't act, you know, macho." - "Fufu~"

(Y/N) has to explain the relationship stereotype that they are used to first. Vil just rolls his eyes at the men they just described. Such old fashioned way of thinking. He assures them that they shouldn't expect that behaviour from him and not think about it at all briefly before continuing whatever he is doing.

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Idia Shroud

MC learns that Idia is Greek in denial, a fellow Balkanoid. They think they can get along well with Idia and he is good looking so they ask him out. The best way to go is to ask him to drink together. They could get to know him better too.

"Would you like to drink rakı/rakija/rakia together?" - "I don't even know what that is."

(Y/N) feels offended to hear this but they think it must have a different name. They look upon the internet and see the best drink of Isle of Lamentation. To accommodate him, they offer to drink at his room and Idia accepts 1) he needs one 2) he will be in his room 3)(Y/N) is likeable. 

Idia gets drunk after the first glass. Though he didn't add water in it so (Y/N) is impressed.

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus loves drinking black coffee and he sees (Y/N) as his friend so he decides to invite them to drink coffee together. He is happy to hear them say "Yes!" with such excitement. They are such a nice friend. On the day of coffee day, he sees that they are dressed fancier than usual. He thinks it is just what humans wear to drink coffee.

"I didn't expect you to ask me out, Malleus." - "Ask you out?" - "Ah yeah, old terms... Courting." - "I did not ask to court you, (Y/N)"

(Y/N) cringes at that moment and slurps the hot coffee instantly, only to burn their tongue and start coughing. Their face seems like it's on fire. He offers to help but they refuse help. After the incident, they seem somewhat different during their coffee time. He will ask what this was about to Lilia later on.

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #twst headcanons #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #headcanons #gender neutral reader

[maddiwrites]

Secret Lives (Part 3)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned. 

Note: Hey guys! Remember this little series I wrote? A lot of people asked for a part three and I truly had no plans to write one, but I came up with one for you if you if guys are even still interested, who knows. I don’t know how I feel about it. Kinda seems dramatic of me, but oh well. Its been in my drafts for forever so I’m finally posting it. Let me know!! If I tagged you, its because you were tagged in part 2 or asked to be tagged in part 3! 

Word count: 6k

Warnings: mentions of abuse, drugs, violence, and death

 Part 1   Part 2    Masterlist

The relationship you and JJ had transpired into something no one saw coming. Your friends thought your friendship was unsalvageable after what happened when they trapped you in the middle of the marsh with one another. You had reached your breaking point and they didn’t think you’d ever come back to them. But you did. Not only did you come back to them, but you came back to JJ. 

The two of you, once closed off around each other, were now inseparable. You spent almost every day together. You followed him around his work schedule and he snuck through your window any chance he got because he didn’t want to spend one night without you. Your family was surprisingly very accepting of JJ. Your mother was first worried, knowing how men on the Cut can grow into something/someone no parent would want for their daughter. And Andrew knew of Luke Maybank from word of mouth and was afraid JJ might be just like him. But the first night you invited him to dinner at your house, your parents welcomed him into your family. He was polite, mature, and personable throughout the whole meal. You remembered that night well. The morning of, he  called you panicking because he didn’t know what to wear. You told him to wear whatever he wanted, but he was afraid the Kildare County T shirt and cargo shorts wouldn’t send the right message. So you took him shopping on the mainland. Together you took the ferry and made him play dress up in stores you knew he couldn’t afford. He felt bad that you were paying for his new wardrobe, but you promised it was something you wanted to do because you would do anything to make him feel better about this night. That night he came to your door with a bouquet of flowers for your mother and a bottle of Scotch he told Andrew his dad bought for him for that night. Your little sister absolutely adored him, barely giving him enough time to kiss you hello or goodbye. 

You and JJ were more alike than either of you could even imagine. Your temper wasn’t as short as JJ’s, but you weren’t afraid of a fight when it presented itself to you. Your mother always said that’s what happens when you grow up on the Cut. You learn to fight for what you want and need. Most of the time JJ liked that about you. Seeing you standing up for yourself was a huge turn on to him and he felt prideful when onlookers would watch impressed because they didn’t expect a girl from Figure Eight to fight like that. He never let it get physical though even though he always thought it would be hot to see you in a cat fight with some rich bitch from your school. He cared too much about you to let you get hurt. 

You and JJ have another similarity no one outside of the Pogues know about. Although you hate it more than anything, you and JJ live through the trauma of having an abusive father. As if dealing with your father alone wasn’t stressful enough, he created a few fights between you and your boyfriend. JJ was constantly on your case when you were hiding a new bruise or silently frustrated from a previous conversation with your father. You tried not to find it overbearing because JJ was just concerned. You promised you’d stop seeing your father. It was easier for you than for JJ because you had another family to fall back on. A loving mother, a generous step father, and a boisterous little sister. The perfect family. Which is why you felt so guilty that they didn’t seem like enough. ‘Cause it didn’t matter how much money Andrew had, or if he said he loved you like his own, or that he promised you he would never hurt your mother on the day he proposed. He wasn’t your real dad. Your real dad was out there, living in filth and drugs. Without a second income, he couldn’t pay his bills or own a car to drive himself to work every day. He blamed that on you and your mother and you fell for his pity party every single time. 

JJ knew when you were lying. You’d wearing more clothes on the days you were hiding your skin and quieter on the days when you were thinking back to the hateful things your father yelled at you the day before. He hated that there was someone out there laying their hands on you and there was nothing he could do about it. JJ knew the kind of damage that could happen if he tried to physically intervene and it didn’t work. Every time he brought it up, it would only start a heated argument. You would bring up his own father and how JJ wouldn’t let you say anything to Luke, even on the days you two were face to face at Barry’s home with your own father. You hated that JJ thought he could come between you and your father, but you couldn’t do the same. It was hard to believe you two were using your own father’s against each other to prove a point.

Today was no different. It was sunny, cloudless day in the middle of the summer. Which meant the perfect boat day for you and your Pogues. John B was excited to fish, JJ and Pope were excited to swim, Kie to tan. And you? Well you weren’t excited all at. Because last night was a particularly bad night between you and your dad. 

He had taken you out to Barry’s again, forcing you to come inside so he could show you off like his own personal wallet. He drained you of another four hundred dollars after Barry threatened to shoot your father in the head if he didn’t get his money. And you hesitated. Not because you wanted your father to die, but because you had never had a gun pointed at another person in your vicinity. Ever. But that’s not how your dad took it. When you dropped him off, he had you come inside so he could give you his unpaid utility bills. When you least expected it, your dad shoved you hard into the countertop, the corner of it jabbing into your side. Even when you fell to the floor, your father didn’t stop kicking you in your stomach. He called you ungrateful and disloyal. He told you he wished you had never been born - how you ruin everything. You cried into the tiled floors until your dad tired himself out, grabbed a beer, and went to bed.

Your torso was covered in blue and purple bruises when you woke up. Even the warm water from you shower this morning felt like a million little needles pricking your skin.  You contemplated texting the Pogues, telling them you felt sick and that you couldn’t go today. But when you looked out the window and saw the perfect day, you didn’t want to miss out on the sun or a day out with your friends. Your father’s taken a lot from you, but you wouldn’t let him take this.

You wore a one piece bathing suit you had no intention of showing anyone today. JJ greeted you first when the Pogue pulled up to your dock. His arm wrapped around your waist, his hand lightly squeezing your side. You inevitably flinched but forced out a giggle to make it look like JJ had only tickled you. Not hurt you. No one thought anything of it. No one but JJ. He watched you with a narrowed gaze as you said your hellos to the others and popped a squat next to Kie and Sarah.

When John B docked the boat, everyone immediately undressed to get into the cool water.

“C’mon, babe. You’re my partner for Chicken,” JJ walked up to you, the two of you the only ones on the boat.

You looked up and admired his shirtless, toned body. His tan skin glowed against the North Carolina sun and you couldn’t understand how you got so lucky to call him yours.

Then you remembered your predicament and looked out towards your friends to avoid his stare. “I’m not feeling that great today, J.”

“What’s wrong?” JJ asked but he didn’t need to. He already knew what was wrong. He just wanted to see if you would lie about it again.

“Just nauseous,” you said, “I think I ate some bad eggs this morning or something.”

“Some bad eggs, huh?” JJ scoffed.

“JJ...” you sighed. You knew he didn’t buy your lame excuse. You wouldn’t either if it was the other way around.

“You went to see him again, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question it was a statement.

“Can we not do this here? Please.” You practically begged. You knew this argument could get heated. It usually always did. Neither of you meant to get mad at one another. In the end, it was your dad who was in the wrong. But you guys didn’t like seeing the other one hurt. It was both frustrating and exhausting.

JJ rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He dove into the water head first and swam out towards his friends.

You dropped your head on the boat’s steering wheel, your forehead thumping against it. You wished cutting ties with your dad was as it easy as it sounds. But now you know that Barry would kill your dad if you didn’t show up for him with the money he owed. And you couldn’t let that happen. It would feel like murdering your own father.

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A week later, you found yourself at another boneyard party with your friends. You tried your best to enjoy the night despite your boyfriend giving you the cold shoulder. He was still mad about the incident on the boat. The two of you fought about it when you got back to the Chateau. He knew you were holding something back from him. And you were. You never mentioned Barry or the drugs or the gun to him. As far as JJ knew, you paid your dad’s bills and took him out to lunch every once in a while. And you wanted to keep it this way - afraid of what he might think knowing you were spending time with not only a notorious drug dealer, but his own father.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you tell Kie as the two of you watched JJ and John B play beer pong against two Tourons.

She nodded and kept her eyes trained on the winning Pogues.

Before you reached the keg, a hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd, towards the water. When you looked up at who it was, you ripped your hand away and glared at the blonde Kook.

“Y/N -“

“What the hell do you want, Rafe?” You could tell he was high. His eyes wouldn’t stop flickering back between yours, his balance was off, and his pupils were dilated.

“I - I screwed up. I don’t have the money - I didn’t make enough money for Barry’s blow. He’s gonna kill me.”

“Hey, hey. Calm down,” you looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“You need to help me. You need to sell this -“ he tried shoving small baggies into your hands but you pulled yourself away like he was offering your a lit flame.

“Are you out of your mind. Put that away!”

“I wasn’t - wasn’t keeping track of how many people were using my shit. And then there was this girl -“

“Rafe, I can’t do this.”

“JJ can help. Yeah? His dad -“

“JJ stays out of this,” you took another step towards him so you were face to face with the Kook and he could see how serious you were, even through his high state of mind. “You hear me? JJ’s nothing like his dad and I swear to god I’ll kill you first if you say anything to him.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Rafe raised his voice, frustrated that he couldn’t come up with any other ideas of how he was supposed to get his money back.

“Hey!” You froze when another voice broke you and Rafe apart. JJ walked up from behind you and pointed his finger at the Kook. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get away from her.”

You let JJ pull you behind him but kept your eyes on Rafe, trying to warn him from saying anything to your already fired up boyfriend.

Rafe sniffled and took a step back. “Nothing, dude. Relax. Okay?”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“Rafe was just leaving,” you said and kept your eyes on Rafe.

“Y/N, you don’t understand. Barry -“

“Rafe!”

JJ’s head snapped in your direction and his brows furrowed in confusion. He knew that name. His dad’s mentioned that name before. It’s usually followed by coke prices.

Rafe just glared at you. “If I die, it’s on you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down at the sand as Rafe walked away. JJ slowly turned to look at you as his brain scrambled to put the pieces together.

“Y/N...”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said quickly.

“How do you know Barry?” JJ pushed. He didn’t care if you didn’t want to talk about it. He was tired of letting you push him away.

“He’s my dad’s dealer, J. We’ve been over this.” You tried walking away from him but he grabbed your wrist to make you look at him.

“You been to his house?” JJ asked. When you didn’t answer, he took a step back and looked at you incredulously. “You work for him now?”

You glared at him. “Of course not!”

“Then -“

“My dad makes me pay for his shit, okay? And I can’t stop or else Barry will kill him.” You snapped. Tears pricked at your waterline and threatened to fall.

“Barry won’t kill -“

“He pointed a gun at his head the other day! I was there! I had to scoff up hundreds of dollars to save his life.” You shook your head. “And that still wasn’t enough to save myself from a stupid beating. So please stop telling me how much easier it is for me to escape him. Stop telling me how lucky I am to have such a great family to rely on. Because I don’t! If I don’t help my dad out, I might as well sign his death warrant myself.”

JJ’s heart physically cracked in his chest at the sight of you. You were falling apart. Here at a boneyard party, where you should be having fun and forgetting about your problems. But instead he pushed you too far, and although he was relieved to finally hear the truth from you, he wished it had been in the privacy of your home or the Chateau. When he looked over your shoulder, he saw the worried looks of the Pogues looking at them. He didn’t know if he heard them, but he hoped they hadn’t. He still needed time to process this without the pestering questions from his friends. Even if they meant well.

“Okay,” JJ said softly. “Okay. I won’t say anything. I’m sorry. Can we just - “ he sighed. “Can we just go back to the Chateau? I just wanna hold you.”

You sniffled and meekly nodded your head. You were angry and frustrated. But not at him. At Rafe. At your own father. At the world. And you just wanted your boyfriend too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

That night, you fell asleep pretty fast. From your sore body, to the sleepless nights thinking about Barry and his threats, and the warmth of JJ’s body held against you, your exhausted state quickly took over you. You felt like you could sleep for hours.

JJ, however, did not. He stared up at the blank ceiling with his forearm tucked under his head as his other arm stayed wrapped around you. He couldn’t stop picturing you at Barry’s home with a bunch of old low lifes, scared and innocent. He wondered if his dad was ever there - if he ever said anything to you.

He hated that there wasn’t anything he could do for you unless your dad was gone.

Gone.

And idea popped into his head like someone flicked a light switch on in his brain. He turned his head, back and forth, looking for your phone. When he found it charging on his night stand, he stretched his arm out for it, careful not to wake up your sleeping figure.

He secretly knew your passcode after subtly watching you type it in a couple weeks ago.

His fingers tapped against your screen until he found the app he was looking for. Glancing down at you one last time, he shared your location with his phone.

When you squirmed in his embrace, JJ quickly put the phone back where he found it and pretended to be asleep in case you peeked an eye open at him. He hoped you didn’t feel his heart racing against his rib cage or his uneven breaths. He knew if you found out what he was doing, you’d be pissed. But before he fell asleep, he promised he was going to do anything necessary to keep you safe.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On the day JJ knew you were going to be busy all day babysitting your neighbor’s kids, he rode his bike to Kildare County’s police station. He stared at the entrance for a long couple of seconds, hating every second of being in near proximity to this place. Basically going against every natural instinct he had to stay away and not trust the police.

But he was doing this for you.

He walked in, ignoring the couple of looks from officers he’s encountered over the years. They were mostly surprised he wasn’t being forced through the doors with his hands cuffed behind his back.

“I need to see Sheriff Peterkin, please.” JJ says politely.

The older woman looked JJ up and down. “Do you have an appointment?”

“It’s the fucking police station. Since when do you have to make appointments? You assume people are just gonna know when an emergency is going to happen?”

“Look kid -“

“JJ.” JJ turned and relief washed over him when he saw Sheriff Peterkin in the hallway looking at him confused but also concerned.

“I need your help.” JJ admitted. He hated cops. Probably always will. But he trusted Sheriff Peterkin. She’s always tried to help John B through his DCS struggles. She actually cared about what he wanted and never took the easy way out just to make her work load lighter. She remembered why she took the oath every day.

Peterkin never really liked the Maybank kid in particular, but she was able to see something in him pretty much every cop couldn’t. She saw the loyalty and the determination his friends saw. She could tell he didn’t want to grow up to be like his father.

She led him into her office and shut the door behind them for privacy. She gestured towards the seat in front of her desk and asked him to explain what was going on.

JJ’s mouth moved a hundred miles per minute. He told her how your mother didn’t know you would sneak out to see your dad despite the custody agreement. He mentioned the bills he made you pay and the bruises he would leave you despite your efforts to help him. He teared up when he mentioned his own dad - and how his father and your father had the same dealer. How your dad would make you go inside Barry’s home and use you like a a community bank account. He even told her about the gun Barry threatened to use on your dad right in front of you.

“Why are you tell me all of this?” Peterkin says slowly. She studied the boy in front of her who was slowly falling apart and felt sympathetic for the young blonde. It didn’t take a genius to know why JJ was telling her this.

“Because...y/n... she has a heart of gold,” JJ sniffled. “She won’t leave her dad behind to be homeless or killed because that man is her blood. It doesn’t matter if he beats her black and blue. She always goes back because she thinks she owes him.” He sighs. “I want him gone. I don’t care what you do to him. Arrest him, kill him. I don’t really care. Although the second choice sounds more strategic -“

“JJ -“

“And I don’t want her getting in any sort of legal trouble because it’s not her fault. She doesn’t do drugs or deal them or anything like that. She just stands there and watches her dad blow his money on coke and who knows what else. And her mom? Her mom has no clue what’s going on but it’s not her fault. Y/n is really good at hiding her pain. She forces a smile every day and -“ JJ’s breath hitched in his throat when he thought about how you faked your happiness every single day and how a girl like you should never feel as worthless as you do. “Her mom’s a good mom. And I don’t want people blaming her or taking Y/n away from her because they think she can’t control her -“

“Hey, look at me,” Peterkin says softly. She wanted to reach over the desk and squeeze his hand to comfort him. “I understand.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I remember having to visit their home when Mrs. Y/L/N was still married to him. Y/N mother’s a good woman. I wouldn’t let anyone come between them.”

“What about her dad? I tried convincing her to never see him again but she won’t do it. She’s afraid Barry will kill him.”

“I can’t bust into Barry’s home without probable cause -“

JJ stood up. “That’s bullshit! You know -“

“Without probable cause or evidence that proves Barry is holding drugs or being violent, I can’t barge into that home.”

“That’s -“

“Here,” Peterkin writes her number down on a post it note and hands it to JJ. “Without probable cause, I can’t arrest Barry and the men who work or buy from him.” She stared at JJ, hoping the boy will understand her hidden message. She points at the post it in JJ’s hands. “Now. If you need anything from me. Call that number and I will find you.”

JJ looked down at the number and slowly nodded his head, understanding what he would have to do.

“And JJ -“ the blonde turned. “Be aware of where your father is when you call me. I dont want you ending up in the same situation as your friend John B if that’s not where you want to be.”

JJ nodded. “Thank you Sheriff Peterkin.”

Peterkin nodded and walked him out of the station.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Three days later, JJ met his friends at the Wreck for lunch. He slowed his pace when he noticed the seat next to Pope wasn’t occupied and neither was the one next to Kie. 

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked them.

Kie looked at the others with furrowed brows. They all got the same text. The one where Y/N apologetically told them that something came up and wouldn’t be able to hang out today. They thought JJ would have known that. 

“She said she couldn’t make it,” Kie says. “We thought you knew.”

“Did she say why?” 

Pope shrugged. “Just that something came up.”

JJ ripped his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through his messages with you. You didn’t text him - you didn’t even answer his good morning text. He knew what this meant. You didn’t like to lie, so you’re way of dodging questions you didn’t want to answer honestly is to make sure no one can ask you them. By avoiding them all together. JJ knew that. It made sense to him. 

“JJ, what’s going on?” John B asked his friends, recognizing the look on his best friend’s face. He was furious but also anxious. His leg hasn’t stopped bouncing up and down since he asked where you were. 

JJ clicked on the app that showed your location and saw you were deep into the south side of the Cut. He recognized the area of his father’s drug dealer. 

“We gotta go,” JJ stood up and motioned for his friends to follow. “Now. JB, you bring the Twinkie?”

“Yeah, but...” John B stuttered as he grabbed his stuff off the table. “What’s going on?”

“We're saving my girl from that douche bag she calls a father,” JJ says. “For good.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

John B pulled the Twinkie to the curb outside of Barry’s house, making sure to use the trees to hide his vehicle. The Pogues immediately recognized your car parked in Barry’s driveway. Confusion bubbled through their heads, but rage ignited in JJ’s.

“Why is she here?” Kie asked. 

JJ didn’t answer. He picked up his phone and clicked on Peterkin’s name. “It’s JJ.” The Pogues paused as they listened to JJ to talk to the Sheriff. “I -” He stopped when the sound of a gun shot being fired silenced all of them into panic. 

“JJ -” Peterkin called for him but JJ didn’t answer. He dropped the phone so fast and sprinted out of the van, towards the house. He didn’t care what kind of danger he was running into. He just knew he had to get you out of it. 

JJ ignored the calls from his best friends behind him as he ripped open the screen door. He stopped, looking left, right, up, down - anywhere for you.

He heard the commotion coming from Barry’s living room along with shouting and glass smashing. The first person he saw was Barry holding a gun up to the ceiling, pointed at the hole he left above him only seconds ago. He was glaring in the direction of you and your father, barely taking notice of the new kid in his home. Luke Maybank was the first to notice his son and narrowed his eyes in his direction. JJ gulped nervously - he didn’t know if it was because he was afraid of the guy with the gun or his dad. But what he feared the most was you not being okay.

Your eyes grew wide with fear when you saw the new face. You looked between JJ and Barry nervously, not knowing how Barry would react to the new member in his house. He was already pissed as it is, threatening to shoot you in front of your dad because neither of you could fork over the money your dad owed Barry. He was getting tired of the same old bullshit, and Rafe didn’t help. He stood silently in the corner with his fingers racked through his hair.

“Who the fuck are you?” Barry pointed the gun at JJ when he finally noticed him. 

“Hey, hey, hey, he’s good!” Luke came closer to Barry and said, “That’s my son.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Barry asked him. 

Luke looked past Barry at JJ for an answer he couldn’t give him. JJ glanced from Barry, to his dad, to you and gulped again as he tried to come up with answer. That’s when you understood what was going on. He was following you. 

You didn’t know if you should be mad or not. All you could focus on was the gun in Barry’s hand that’s still pointed in JJ’s direction. 

“Look, kid,” Your dad said to Barry, gaining his attention all over again. “I’ll make it up to you.” He put his hand on your shoulder and shoved you slightly forward. “You want to have her for the night? She’s all yours.”

Your head snapped in your father’s direction with your mouth open agape. Did your dad seriously just try to pimp you out? You felt betrayed, vile, used, and worthless. This isn’t something you do when you love your kid.

JJ seethed and clenched his hands in fists, ready to rock the shit out of your dad. “You son of a bitch -”

Luke, however, caught him in time, holding him by the arm and pulling him away from your dad. JJ tried fighting him off to get to your dad or you - to get you out of this entire home. He saw the scared look on your face and it made him want to set the entire house on fire. He’d do anything to protect you - to keep you safe. And right now, he thought he was failing. 

Then, red and blue lights flashed through the open windows, followed by loud sirens. Barry crossed the room to stand next to you and your father and looked out the window. When he saw the cops, he immediately swiveled around to point his gun at your boyfriend. 

“You called the fucking cops?” Barry sneered. 

“Stop!” You yelled to try and get Barry’s attention and away from JJ. 

You dad tried to use Barry’s distraction to his advantage and snuck up behind him to try and reach for the gun. Barry spun around and tried pulling his wrist away from your dad’s grip. As they fought for the gun and an upper hand, you ran across the room for JJ who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed the top of your head and motioned for the front door, mumbling about leaving.

You nodded and grasped his hand in yours. When he turned to lead you out of there, another shot rang out and you flinched closer to JJ as he ducked and pulled your head down with his arms and shields your body with his. 

You heard a thump and the floor vibrated under your feet. 

“Shit -”

“Fuck -”

“What did you do that for -”

“Jerry? Hey! Jerry!”

Everything kind of moved in slow motion after that. You turned around to see what had happened and that’s when you saw your dad laying on the floor with a puddle of blood growing around his body. Your feet moved faster than your brain did to get to your dad. 

JJ tried reaching for you but you swiveled out of his grip and dropped to your knees in front of your dad’s body. His eyes were closed and his mouth open. You placed your hands on top of the wound in his stomach to get it to stop bleeding. You cried. You didn’t know why you were crying but you did. Hard and heavy, barely able to get your own breaths in. You didn’t pay attention to Rafe fleeing from the backyard, or Barry being stopped by the cops who stormed into the house with guns raised. You barely felt JJ place his hands on your shoulders to try and coax you up. All you saw and could feel was your dad’s dead body and his blood on your hands. 

“Honey,” You felt another set of hands touch your back as they knelt down next to you. You didn’t look at her but recognized the familiar voice. “He’s gone. It’s over.”

“No -” You voice was barely above a whisper. 

“I’m sorry. Let’s get you cleaned up. Okay?” 

Sheriff Peterkin nodded at JJ to help you up and lead you out of the house. He was  finally able to pull you up from your knees and placed a comforting hand on your lower back. 

Your friends watched from the barricade the police set up around the house. When they saw you, all of them either started to panic or cry. They thought your were hurt until JJ nodded at them to tell them you were okay. But they could see in your face you were anything but okay.

Another cop lead you to the back of an ambulance. You don’t even look at Luke being handcuffed next to Barry or Rafe disappearing in the trees. All you can think about is your dad. 

The EMT did a quick check up on you after realizing the blood on your hands was in fact not yours. Then they took a quick look at JJ and asked if there was someone they could call for you.

“My mom -” You whispered. 

The EMT nodded. “Do you have a number?”

You told the EMT her number and waited patiently as she walked away to call her. When the two of you were alone, JJ turned to look at you and reached out for your hands and held them in his lap. He rubbed his thumb up and down over the back of your hand and waited for you to say something. He didn’t know if any words could make this right. He didn’t know how to comfort you after you just witnessed your dad died. It didn’t matter if you hated him or not. You literally watched him take his last breath. Your own flesh and blood. That shit’s traumatizing. 

“I’m sorry,” JJ said when he realized you were not going to say anything. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just - I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“This is my fault.”

“No,” JJ shook his head. “No. It’s not your fault. It’s Barry’s. He was the one with the gun -”

“I should’ve walked away. From my dad. From all of this.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. “I enabled him. I allowed it to get this far.”

“You were doing what you thought was best for your dad.”

“I got him killed -”

“He did this to himself, Y/N. You were more than the perfect daughter. You literally couldn't be more perfect if you tried.” JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer into his side and kissed the top of your head. “He didn’t deserve you. There’s nothing you could have done to prevent this.”

You cried into his shoulder, letting the sobs wrack through your body and your heart tear into millions of pieces. JJ held you tightly against him and whispered comforting words in your ears. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

JJ stood by you through your grieving process - through the good and the bad. He’s took your harsh words with a grain a salt when he noticed you were just trying to pick a fight, he held you when you cried into your pillow in the middle of the night, he was by your side for a hand to hold when you told your mother what happened and why you were at Barrys for the millionth time, and he was there to tell you he will always be there for you when you think he’s just going to up and leave like your dad did.

After your dad’s funeral, you stood in front of his tombstone with a solemn expression. Your dad was a piece of shit and didn’t deserve your love, money, and attention. You wished you could go back and time and never give it to him. At least that way you wouldn’t feel all these complicated emotions that made no sense. Love, hate, grief, relief. You didn’t know how to feel. 

Coming up behind you was JJ. He weaved his fingers with yours and kissed your temple. You couldn’t believe there was ever a day where JJ Maybank was your enemy. You didn’t think you’d be able to get through this without him.

“JJ,” You said and looked up at him. “Thank you.”

JJ nodded. “I love you.” He would never admit this, but he was glad you dad was dead. Because now he knew you were safe. 

“I love you more.”

JJ shook his head. “Impossible.”

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