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hihiii can u write a very argumenty angsty story with rafe anything honestly i just need to read some good ass angst and ur angst is sooo good but yeah that’s if you write this or not that’s okay

rafe Cameron x fem!reader a/n: Hi!! Thank you so much for the request, seeing them makes me so happy :(( So sorry that this took me forever to write, I tried to write it a few times but couldn't embody what I was trying to say. This plot line helped me out honestly! I hope this was what you were hoping for. ILY!! content warnings: description of injury, mention of drugs, angst, arguing and yelling, swearing, happy ending bc I can't do angst without one

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Your face was pale with worry as you stood in the kitchen, trying to distract yourself from your growing anxiety. Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, was known to get himself in trouble very often. Usually you would be there to pull him out of it, but Rafe had stormed out of the house in a rage around 5 hours ago, shouting something about his new dealer and you knew there wasn’t a word you could’ve said to stop him. You knew that for a fact because you’d been thinking about it since he slammed the door.

The music you were listening to was turned up almost all the way as you attempted to drown out any thought that you could have by using the loudest music you could. However, you had to turn it down because the intense feeling just added to your stress.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, you scrolled through the many texts that you had sent Rafe over the hours. There wasn’t any sign that he had even seen them and eventually they just stopped going through, a very blatant sign that his phone had died. Eventually you gave up, giving into your anxious tendencies and pacing around the house, your breathing panicked as you checked your phone constantly.

The front door slammed and you flinched at the sound, running out of the living and praying it was Rafe. When you looked at him for the first time that night, his face was bloody and sweat-ridden. His eyes were wide and each of his fists were red with blood that you could bet wasn’t his. Rafe’s hair was scattered and his clothes were torn in a few places, red staining the fabric.

“Rafe..” You said, watching as his dangerous gaze fell onto you.

“Don’t wanna talk about it..” He said, wiping blood from his nose and pushing past you with a grunt, “out of my way.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“What happened?” You asked, following after him. Your heart was pounding with anxiety and anticipation. Your breathing was still quick and panicked as you looked up at him again, wincing at the sight of his face.

“Told you I didn’t want to talk about it.” Rafe spat, putting out his arm to force distance between the two of you.

“No, you don’t get to do this!” You protested as he stormed away. The worry and concern turned into anger and resentment in your little heart as he gave you another cold shoulder.

“Fuck off, will ya?” He said, not flicking his eyes to you once as he spoke.

“Rafe..” You said softly again, trying to get a better look at his current state. “Jesus! Will you just-“ He said, swatting your hand away, “Just leave me alone!” He stared you down, his voice rising with his anger.

“Please, just tell me you’re okay.” You said breathlessly, starting to pace backwards.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” He said, turning to look at you full on, watching you wince at the sight of his injuries.

You stood back, the feeling of anger burning a hole in your gut.

“God, what is your problem?” You said, muttering your words so that he could barely hear them,

“What was that? What did you say?” He asked, almost like he was challenging you. Instinctively, you look a step back again.

“What is your problem?” You repeated, raising your voice, hesitantly accepting his challenge.

He laughed, a dry and mocking tone as he stared you down.

“What am I doing wrong?” You took a brave step forward, raising your voice, “I just want to help you!” “Stop! I don’t need you or your help.” Rafe shouted, taking an equal step and shoving a finger into your face.

“Fine.” You whispered, throwing your hands up in surrender and turning your back to him, walking out of the kitchen hesitantly.

You didn’t have a plan when you started to open the front door. Maybe you’d go to Kiara’s house and cry in her bed until the sun came up. Or maybe you’d go to JJ’s just to get Rafe back. God, he’d go crazy knowing that you went to JJ for comfort. You didn’t have to think about it for long, though, because you heard Rafe’s steps behind you.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, closing the front door before you could leave as he started again, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You turned to look at him, his face still stern and threatening. In that moment, he had nearly lost his soft spot for you. “Why did you leave me?” You asked, your voice cracking as you reduced it to a pathetic whisper.

Rafe’s gaze softened as you watched his emotions flip around in his head. His tight knit eyebrows sunk down as he looked at your tearful eyes and his bloody lips pursed together with regret.

“Baby..” He whispered, slumping down to be closer to your shaking body.

“Don’t..” You whispered, your voice trailing off as you tried to back away, but you just couldn’t. Not when Rafe was looking at you like you were the only woman in the world. Instead, you took a step forward.

“I don’t want to do this, you know that, yeah?” He asked breathlessly, waiting for you to nod hesitantly before he continued, “Don’t want to hurt my baby girl.” Your heart broke he stared down at the ground, trying not to rest himself into your arms.

“Tell me what happened.” You said sternly with a gentle undertone, like a mother lecturing her child.

“I got caught up when I was with Barry and-“ You could tell he was lying by the way his ears turned a hot shade of red.

“Don’t lie.” You interrupted him, reaching up to touch his bloody cheek.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, relaxing into your touch.

“C’mon.” You said with a sigh, watching his face ease up as you spoke again, “M’gonna take care of you and you’re going to tell me what happened, yeah?” He rolled his eyes in a silent protest as he towered over you, eventually pulling back and letting you walk to the kitchen, following you closely.

You sat him at the kitchen island, wiping the blood from his cuts as you waited for him to talk.

“My new dealer gave me the wrong shit.” He grunted, trying to stifle a wince at the wound disinfectant that you were cleaning him up with. His voice was shaky when he continued, “Went to give him a talk and.. y’know.” You didn’t want to push him, so you nodded along with his words. After Rafe’s short truth, you sat in silence and finished bandaging what you could, wrapping his knuckles with different band-aids.

“I’m sorry.” Rafe said when you finished, looking up at you from his seat, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You offered, kissing the bandage on his cheek before helping him up, walking upstairs to your shared bedroom.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, m’kay?”

He groaned, eventually giving in and reluctantly agreeing.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

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cafeacademia · 2 years

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𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: While at Rossi's for a dinner party, Spencer has a bit too much to drink and accidentally spills the details about your secret relationship...

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Some sex descriptions, oral, Spencer's a little bit wine drunk but mostly just chatty and giggly, reader is embarrassed, flirting, you can look at Morgan and Penelope as a couple or just flirty friends in this one.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! This one was requested by @reidsbookclub! I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy it!!

Rossi had decided that after a string of particularly heavy cases you had all worked on nearly back to back over the last few months, that it was well and truly time for a proper night off. He’d invited you all over to his house for dinner, you’d offered to help him with cooking, being good with cooking yourself, but he refused and told you that you needed to relax.

Which was what led you to sitting next to a partially wine drunk Spencer while rain poured down in torrential sheets outside. Dinner had been and gone and now the evening continued with casual chatter in the living room. But Spencer kept letting Rossi and Derek top up his wine glass a few times, to the point that he was now a bit beyond tipsy and oh so giggly and chatty.

“Oof, no I think my worst experience was with a guy who bragged so much about knowing what he was doing but when it came to it, he had no idea how to please a lady.” Emily said, adding to the current conversation about awkward and embarrassing sexapades. “What about you, Morgan?” JJ moved the conversation across the room to him and he raised a brow, smirking while he thought about what could be the best story to tell. “It better not be about me.” Penelope warned and he grinned over at her. “Oh no, baby girl. You know you’re the best for me.” He winked.

But as Morgan told his story, Spencer was getting lost in his thoughts. He’d had sex before, but nothing compared to the sex he had with you. But no one on the team knew that. They had no idea you’d even kissed before, let alone the secret nights where he fucked you deep into the motel mattress after sneaking to your room on a case, or the times you had a heated makeout session in the back of one of the SUVs or… Well any of it.

But the thought that came to his mind almost made his mouth water. You loved to let him dom you, you loved the way he treated you in bed. He was the perfect mixture of soft and dominating and you would do anything he told you to so long as he called you his good girl.

But his favourite of all things to do to you was work you up and up until you were so sensitive, making you cum on his tongue over and over again until you couldn’t take any more orgasms. It was a thought that almost made him feel even more drunk just imagining it.

“Spence?” “Mm?” Spencer snapped out of his daydream and locked eyes with JJ. “Any embarrassing sex stories, boy wonder?” Penelope asked, almost teasingly. He didn’t even think, the words just poured out from his lips before he even had a chance to consider that it was a secret. He looked right at you, heart eyes and all as he spoke. “I wouldn’t know, but I do know that my good girl loves it when I use my-.” He was quickly interrupted by a sharp jab to the side and he looked over at your shocked face as the realisation dawned upon him. “Oh shit.” He muttered. “Oh my god! You two? You two are dating?!” Penelope gasped. “I knew it! I knew you were a thing!” Emily was all too ecstatic about it with JJ at her side getting excited that you two were in fact together.

You wanted the sofa to swallow you whole when you saw Rossi, Hotch and Morgan passing their bets to each other. “I told you.” Hotch told Rossi in his very I told you so dad tone. Fuck knows how long he’d known this was going on for and you weren’t really sure you wanted to know how he’d guessed.

“Sweetheart I’m so sorry.” Spencer whispered to you. While part of you was absolutely mortified, you were grateful at least that he hadn’t actually said the full act out loud. But maybe a little part of you was a tiny bit turned on by how much you had short circuited him into accidentally blabbing your sex life to everyone. Okay, no, you were very turned on, but you couldn’t deny that you were horribly embarrassed all at the same time. But you thanked yourself at least that it wasn’t like anyone had walked in on you and Spencer doing something in secret, especially on a case when you definitely shouldn’t be fucking.

“So when did this happen?” Penelope asked, sitting forwards in her seat and pointing between you two. “Seven months, thirteen days and,” Spencer paused to look at his watch. “Approximately three hours ago.” He confirmed and you wanted to fully climb behind the sofa and escape. “You’ve been keeping it secret for seven months?” Penelope asked.

“You okay, baby girl?” Spencer asked, leaning in to speak to you quietly. “I don’t know if I was ready for them to know about us.” You sighed softly. “But it’s okay, they seem happy about it at least.” You smiled. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you later.” Spencer dropped his voice to a whisper, hand coming to rest on your thigh and the dark tone in his voice was enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. “I’ll do anything you want.” He whispered while the others chatted loudly about how surprised some of them were and the rest of them boasting about how they’d always known you’d make a good couple.

“Anything I want?” You asked quietly. “Yeah, baby girl. Anything.” You might have felt embarrassed by Spencer’s slip up, but you knew he’d more than make up for it. You were in for a few nights of anything you asked for… Maybe letting that secret slip wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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sunflowersandsapphires · 10 months

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Live a Little

Wake Up-- Chapter 2

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In an attempt to stop the advances of an unwanted suitor, Matt Murdock accidentally condemns you to being his fake girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, no use of y/n, misogynistic language, brief conversation about sexual harassment, description of anxiety and a panic attack

a/n: This chapter ends with a touch of angst so prepare yourselves! Please feel free to comment, like, share and/or request things from me and let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter :)

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“Ok. Ok, you can do this. Just take a deep breath.” You muttered nervously to yourself, fanning your hands towards your body gently. As your nerves climbed steadily, your hands had begun to shake which made it incredibly difficult to finish your eyeliner.

Breathing deeply, you picked up the eyeliner brush once more and started again. After you had closed the applicator, your phone alarm startled you.

“Shit!” You cried, running for the dress you had laid out. Matt would be here any minute and you didn’t have your clothes on yet.

Throwing the dress over your head you slipped it on and ran back to the mirror to pull your hair back.

Outside of your apartment, Matt smiled, hearing you anxiously murmur to yourself. He felt a little guilty for adding unnecessary pressure, knowing that you were already nervous going to a large event like this. He had faith that the two of you could make it through this together—relatively unscathed, he hoped.

Standing in front of your door, he gave you another moment alone before knocking. “Shit!” You whispered. “Coming!”

As you opened the door for him, Matt was enveloped in a variety of sensations that were so vividly you he couldn’t help but smile. Your apartment was welcoming, warm and, as far as he could tell, cozy. It smelled sweet and slightly floral. There was music playing softly from somewhere inside. “Hi.” He said simply, not wanting to overwhelm you with words at the moment.

“Hi,” your words were quiet, like you suddenly were shy around him. “You look…good. Really good.”

Letting out a chuckle, he thanked you. “Can I come in?” He gestured vaguely towards your doorway.

“Oh yah, I’m so sorry, of course you can! I wasn’t thinking about—“ Your heart was racing.

“Hey,” Matt gently grabbed your wrist, feeling you focus on him intently. “It’s just me, sweetness.” Your pulse fluttered at the pet name, filling him with pride and a surge of protectiveness. Intertwining your hands slowly, he let you take a breath. “Are you sure you’re ok with this? If it’s too much we can call it off right now.”

“No, no.” You took a shaky breath. “I’m fine. It’s just…I’m fine. Let’s go inside, I’m almost ready.” Still grasping his hand, you gingerly tugged him into the apartment. “Are you alright sitting on the couch while I finish up?”

“That sounds great.” He gave a reassuring smile, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

The two of you walked over to your couch, Matt sitting down while you ran off to put on jewelry.

“Did you do anything fun before this?” Matt asked, fingers running over the soft blanket folded over the couch.

“Not really,” You called back to him, struggling to get your necklace to clasp. “I pretty much just sat around waiting for this gala. You?”

“Foggy and I had to run over some things for our cases this week. We’ve got a full docket so we’re going to be busy.”

“Working on a Saturday? Gosh Murdock, your boss is ruthless.” You teased, sitting down beside him as you put on your earrings.

“He’s the worst. Works all of us to the bone, always making blind jokes. I don’t know why I haven’t quit.” Matt grinned at you and you giggled.

“Because he’s also the most compassionate, thoughtful person in the city. His girlfriend is a lucky woman.” You bit your bottom lip, turning your body towards him and clasping your hands in your lap.

“Trust me, he’s the lucky one. I can’t believe she agreed to date him. For all we know, the relationship is fake!” Matt declared with feigned indignation making you laugh.

You stood from the couch, tracing your hand over his arm so he could find it to pull himself up. “You lie, Murdock. We are as real as can be. And we are about to blow them out of the water with our charm.”

“I like your attitude, sweetness.” Matt but back a smirk as your pulse jumped again at the name. “Before we go, keep in mind that you’re pulling the strings, ok? You can call this off at any time. If you need to leave, just say the word.”

“I appreciate it. But I promise that I’m not nervous because of you, or this,” You gestured between the two of you before continuing. “I just…at events like these, I’m noticeably different than everyone else in the room. I don’t have the same degrees or experience and they write me off as young and naïve. Which, maybe I am, but—“

“You deserve to be there. Just as much as anyone else.” Matt assured you, taking your elbow as you guided him to the elevator in your building. “You’re smart, and kind, and good at your job. Don’t let them make you feel small.”

Breathing deeply, you leaned into him. “Thank you.”

“It’s just the truth. Besides, if anyone makes you uncomfortable, I’ll trip them with my cane.” You both laughed at the idea.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

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As you and Matt approached the venue, your heart pounded. You tried to reason with yourself. The most important people in the field would be there tonight. No one would be looking at you, or judging you. And if they did, they’d see someone dressed appropriately in a gown that accented her figure with a handsome lawyer on her arm. A very very handsome lawyer. With really toned arms. Seriously, did he workout constantly? You knew Matt was fit before tonight, but looking at him in his tailored suit beside you…well. You couldn’t help but ogle a little.

“You ready?” Matt asked, turning his attention on you. You closed your eyes and refocused. Thankfully, Matt’s presence tonight was already making you feel a bit more grounded.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“You’re in charge, angel.” He murmured. Angel? That was a new one. “Like we talked about before. You initiate all PDA. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me know. Pet names still ok?”

“Uh—I uh…yes. Yes they’re ok.” You stuttered, embarrassed by how much you liked this.

Matt chuckled, no doubt already knowing how much you liked the terms of endearment. You weren’t sure how, but he always seemed to know what you were feeling.

You delicately took his hand into your own. “Let’s do this.”

The two of you stepped through the doors and into the gala. Lawyers, board members, and other high profile attendees milled about holding small plates with hors d'oeuvres and glasses of wine. Across the room, Foggy and Karen were talking to a partner from HC&B. Karen waved at you, smiling.

“Um…” Your voice cracked slightly. “Karen and Foggy are here. Across the room, on the right side.”

“Thanks, sweetness. Promise we will be ok.” Matt murmurs, leaning into you gently.

“Yah. I know,” you gave a small smile and squeezed his hand. “C’mon, let’s go join your partners.”

As you began to lead Matt towards your friends, you were intercepted by a fiercely beautiful woman. She looked to be in her 50s, all sharp angles and pointed stares. Her smile filled you with a sense of dread.

“Matthew! How lovely to see you tonight.” Her grin was that of a predator.

“Beatrice, it’s always nice to speak with you.” Matt forced a smile, but there was a tension behind it. Your eyes widened with realization. Brushing his thumb over your knuckles, Matt turned to you. “This is Beatrice Snyder of HC&B, love. I’m not sure if you’ve met before.”

“I haven’t had the pleasure.” You forced a smile, but your gut filled with a vile emotion. You stuck your hand out, introducing yourself.

“I’ve been anticipating our meeting for days, dear. You’re quite lucky to have been able to tie this one down.” Snyder stroked her hand over Matt’s bicep which made your blood boil.

A wave of something animalistic splashed over you. You slid an arm around Matt’s waist and looked at him with the most love sick gaze you could muster. With a smile, you responded. “Most days, I can’t believe it.”

“It’s so charming to see such an important legal figure with someone so…new…to the scene.” Snyder remarked, looking you up and down in analysis. “Remind me what you do again?”

“I’m the Volunteer Coordinator for the NYC Pro Bono Association.”

“Oh that’s right, dear” Snyder spit the word at you. “I remember now. You caused quite a stir when you were promoted. Everyone assumed it would be a candidate with, well, more experience.”

Your heart pounded. The hand around Matt’s waist flexed and he carefully pulled you closer,

“I assure you, she is overly qualified for the position.”

“We’ll see.” Snyder flashed her teeth in another cruel smile. “Unfortunately, I have to go mingle, but I’d love to chat more this evening. I’ll find you.” With that horrifying threat, she was gone.

Your feet felt like they were cemented to the floor. Matt’s knuckles stroked your thigh softly and you realized you were still holding his waist in a vice grip.

“Shit sorry.” Trying to remove your hand from his waist, he caught you and intertwined your fingers. “You were right, she’s the worst.”

Matt tilted his head a notch, a genuine grin spreading across his face. “She’s still watching us. You can say no if you want, but would you like to give her a show?”

“More than anything.” You growled.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Oh, yes— um…yah you can.” You couldn’t tear your eyes off of his smile. He leaned down slightly, using one finger to tilt your chin up.

Matt’s hand slid around to grasp your neck and you let your body be guided to his. You leaned up to meet his lips, but they never met. His face pulled away from yours suddenly, pressing kisses firmly to your forehead, then both cheeks.

Stepping back from you a bit, Matt’s brow pinched. “Too much?”

“No. Not too much.” You said, but you couldn’t help but feel—conflicted? On the one hand, the lingering feeling of his lips burned on your skin, a sensation you would gladly take to your grave. His kisses were featherlight and tender and made you feel so loved. So how on earth did you feel disappointed at the same time? Had you subconsciously been expecting him to fully make out with you, his fake girlfriend, in front of a room of his peers? God, you were so fucking naïve–

Matt’s chuckle broke you out of your spiral. “So, is she jealous?”

Stealing a glance over your shoulder, you felt your spirits lift, marginally. Beatrice Snyder was clenching her fist around the stem of her wine glass so tightly, it was a miracle it didn’t snap in half. “She’s fuming. Shall we join our friends?”

The two of you made your way over to Foggy and Karen who looked like they, too, we’re holding back fits of giggles.

“You guys,” Karen cried, under her breath. “That was amazing.”

“Magnificent. Truly the performance of a century.” Foggy gave a round of silent applause, which made you grin, then he drew in a huge gasp. “Matt, you’re not going to believe this—that bumbling prosecutor from Wednesday is here! Apparently, he’s the nephew of a partner at LZ”

“Ugh, it had to be nepotism, there’s no way he’d keep the job otherwise!” Matt snorted. “Did we already tell you this story?” He turned to you with a gleeful expression.

“I don’t think so?” You replied, happy for any distraction from your confusing personal monologue.

“Oh, you’re going to LOVE this!” Foggy snatches your hand away from Matt and leads you to a table. Matt shakes his head with fond exasperation, following after.

Truthfully, Matt wasn’t sure if he would have done the story justice at the moment. His mind was far too preoccupied with his intense shame and self-doubt following his failure to kiss you properly. He’d wanted to pull you close and give Beatrice and her posse something to gawk at, but he couldn’t follow through. What was the matter with him? Thinking back, he hadn’t been this nervous with a woman since… Nope, not the time to think about that.

Matt felt Karen press a glass of liquor into his hand and he downed it. ‘This isn’t real’, he reminded himself. ‘Don’t do this to yourself, don’t do this to her.” He forced himself to tune back into the conversation, pushing his emotional friction as far back in his mind as he could.

Foggy’s frown was evident in his voice. “You alright, buddy?”

“Fine!” Matt answered, too quickly for anyone to believe him. “Just, a lot going on is all. Finish the story!” Foggy’s attention remained on him for a moment, before he dove back into the anecdote expressively.

Under the table, you took Matt’s hand once more, giving it a tiny squeeze as Foggy described the floundering of the latest unimpressive prosecutor there firm had gone up against.

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Despite your doubts, the night was going rather smoothly. With Matt’s arm around you, your nerves practically vanished. His charm and extroverted nature rubbed off on you as the two of you chatted with various attendees.

After a couple of hours of small talk, your brain needed a breather. Excusing yourself from the ongoing conversation between Matt and a circuit judge about courthouse accessibility, you made your way to the bathroom. As you sat down in a stall to clear your head, the door opened and two sets of heels stumbled in.

One woman gave a heavy sigh. “I wish these events weren’t so goddamn boring. If I have to hear Chao tell his fly fishing story one more time, I’ll shred all of the notes from the Jones deposition.”

The other person laughed shrilly, and you froze in disbelief at your own misfortune. It was Beatrice Snyder.

“He really does think he’s some hotshot outdoorsman. Though, surrounded by these pasty idiots, he might as well be Paul Bunyan.” Snyder remarked.

As you debated whether to make a run for it, the first woman spoke again.

“Matthew Murdock and his new toy sure made quite an entrance,” the younger woman snickered. Dear god, this was so not happening right now.

Snyder tsked with disgust, “They did, didn’t they. I swear, I have seen the girl before but I don’t remember her being so…plain.”

Your heart sank as your anxiety rose. Snyder’s colleague gave a sharp laugh, “She is rather unimpressive. A man as handsome as Murdock could have any woman he wanted, this pairing is…almost sad.”

A lump formed in your throat.

“It is truly pathetic,” Snyder jumped in. “Not to mention, the little leech was only given her position after defaming James Lannister. He was a shoe-in for the role and then, poof– let go for ‘sexual harassment allegations’ a whole 5 days before her promotion. Quite a damning timeline, if you ask me.”

Tears were pouring down your cheeks now, your lungs constricted as you held back a sob. Lannister’s termination was supposed to be low-profile, your bosses had promised to be discreet after you confided in them. You felt so fucking betrayed.

“Well, there’s no doubt she’ll get what’s coming to her, the shrew.” Snyder sighed, dreamily. “Murdock will come to his senses and realize she’ll never be enough for him.”

The other woman chuckled. “Karma is truly a bitch.”

And with that, they were gone, the door swinging shut behind them.

The sob you’d been holding back burst past your lips. Pathetic. You took a moment, hoping the two crones had made their way back to the party, before making your escape. As discreetly as possible, you fled the bathroom and bolted out of the side exit, ignoring the sympathetic looks of the venue’s staff.

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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hi ♡ can i request Soldier Boy finding out that female!reader had his child? he met her in The Boys and then suddenly she disappears but they reunite again later...

Dream On//The Little Hands That Lead You To Me

Description: Soldier Boy finds out he has a child when he returns years later after being reawakened by The Boys for one last mission.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader x Child!

Warnings: None; Soldier Boy is his own warning.

Note: Short little drabble to pass the time. Yes, I know the gif is from Big Sky, let me use the damn gifs, please.

Dreams were always beyond reach.

And you had always plagued his dreams when he had rested his head at night.

When you and America's First Hero had met, it was a daring time where he had saved you from almost being slaughtered by the TNT Twins at the C-Lister's Herogasm Festival. The Boys had forgotten you were their mole, until Hughie immediately recognized you.

Soldier Boy dragged you out of the rubble, staying by your side until you awakened.

The two of you ran around for awhile alongside the Boys to try and take down Homelander. He had also taken you to dinner--well it was the other way around, but he paid for it every time.

Nothing ever lasts long.

The last time you and him were together was when you both shared the night of your lives. The night before he would face Homelander and take him down once and for all. Not many men could ever make you feel the way you did when you were underneath the man of steel and radiation. Instead of hard, hot and heavy, the mere intimate, sweet and sensual lovemaking--his hands intertwined with yours, forehead pressed against yours as the two of you had managed to get to your highest of highs. It was a night to remember.

When dawn broke through the curtains, Soldier Boy, Ben, had found you were gone. Disappeared into the early break of day. He had opened the closet to find your belongings gone.

The car? Gone.

You had left him, and through that time you both had spent, he swore to himself he would see you again.

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Soldier Boy had been reawakened years later to live a possibly normal life without anyone nor anything bound to him. However, it was not that easy.

He still had not found you.

Every place he knew you would be, you were wiped from the map. As if you never existed.

That is, until he stepped into a little family owned diner in Knoxville, Tennessee.

He tipped his hat to the cashier, as he took a booth at the back. A group of people were seated at a table laughing and carrying on.

Something he missed.

He heard the sweet laughter, and raised his head as his eyes widened.

You had stood there, in a sundress patterned with sunflowers, and in your arms was a child no older than four.

That looked like him.

Your gaze moved from the people at the table and stopped on you as your eyes widened with his. You excused yourself and Y/C/N as the two of you moved towards Soldier Boy, Ben nowadays.

"Been a long time." You quietly said to him.

His eyes moved to Y/C as your kid wanted to be put down.

"Mommy?" Your child questions.

"Yeah, baby?" You replied, ruffling their hair.

"Daddy?" You watched as they pointed to Ben, who still wanted answers.

"Yes." Ben opened his arms and invited the young child in. He stood and scooped you in as well. Your family watching from the table just as confused as you were.

In the end you were just as happy as well.

"I'm so sorry Ben. For leaving-"

"Don't. Doesn't matter now. All I got is you--you and.." He trailed off, he could feel the sting of tears hit his eyes.

"I got nowhere to be anytime soon Ben. I left that life." You said, taking in his scent and warmth.

"As did I." Ben added.

The two of you looked at each other before he dipped down to take in your lips. Your child vocally expressing his disdain for both of your public displays of affection. Ben chuckled deeply, the two of you parting to have Ben lean his forehead against yours once more.

"I'm not dreaming. This is real." He muttered.

"Well, I hope so." You answered.

"Are you two finished? I wanna meet that tall drink of water you have there!" Called your mother, as the rest of your family had begun to laugh.

Your cheeks redden while you looked up at Ben who smiled.

"I promise to be nice." He grinned.

"Good, because it'll answer so many of their questions." You giggled, as he kissed you again.

"Hope so." Ben places his hand against the small of your back. The other taking a hold of your child's hand.

The three of you all seated yourselves at the table, Ben's hand over yours, while your child sat on his lap, tugging at fur lining his jean jacket. Ben smiled at you with a small wink, taking off the cowboy hat and placing it on your child's head. You sighed, your grip on his hand tightening.

"So this is the man you were telling us about. Nice of you to stop by finally. When are you two going to get married?" Your mother questions as Ben tilts his head to look at the much older woman sitting at the end of the table.

"I got some big plans. Don't worry. All in due time ma'am. All in due time."

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy the boys #jensen ankles #jensen ackles #the boys soldier boy #soldier boy is his own warning #soldier boy x reader x child #the boys season 3

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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So... I wanted to do something to try to fix my writers block so I can get to doing requests again... so... here's a yandere series, continuing off of my other one, I conjoured up in the shower, because the shower is where you get all the best ideas fr

Love Me!

Yandere Riddle x Male reader

Love Me! is a series of longer stories and scenarios from the "Love is a Dangerous Game" series.

Reader is replacing yuu, and implied to be male/masculine

TW: Yandere behavior, stalking, non consentual photo taking, Cliffhanger

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You didn't really see yourself as a popular student, though you were very well known throughout NRC, people called you by many titles; ranging from ones that seem honorable to ones that are simple, like "Overblot destoryer" or just "Magicless Human" or the most used one, "Ramshakle Prefect". You have been told many times that people look up to you, yet you always deny that fact. Theres no possible way these magicians can look up to someone who isn't powerful or skilled in magic in any way, all you did was take down a few overblots, even then, you hardly did anything!

Even if you are not popular, you always have eyes on you when you walk the halls, some eyes full of positive jealousy, others of envy, and if you're lucky, some filled with love. Though you aren't typically interested in any of the people who had confessed to you recently.

You have gotten many letters from students who have this attraction for you, most are signed anonymous, others with initials, some with a full name. But more recently, you began recieving unsigned letters, not even signed anonymous or by initials or anything, there's simply no signature, not even a "Secret Admirer" sign off.

Supposedly, by the handwriting, the person sending these unsigned, and very unhinged letters is the same person. These letters usually go something like:

"Dearest/Dear Y/N,

I love seeing your smile everyday, being around you makes my heart skip beats, I want to be closer to you than ever before, but I don't know how I could tell you all this in person like I wish I could. You are so beautiful... so Handsome... your eyes are so pretty... your hair looks so soft. I hope you know I love you more than anyone else."

The writer is very descriptive in all their letters; describing all your features they find beautiful, thanking you for things you have done for them, complimenting you and much more. It may come off as creepy to others, but this entirely anonymous sender has piqued your interest, despite their... creepily accurate depictions of you and the occasional photos they said they took of you, or gifts they added in with the letter. Wait... how did they even get in your locker?

This sender remained completely anonymous, until one day, a student had come up to you with what seemed like one of the letters from the anonymous sender, you suspected this student was them, at first.

"Hello Ramshackle Prefect!" The student greeted you, the student seemed to be from Heartslabyul, considering their uniform color.

"Hello. Got something for me?" you asked, eyeing the letter in the students hand.

"Yes! Dorm Leader Rosehearts asked me to give this to you." Dorm Leader Rosehearts? Riddle? has he really been the one writing these letters and giving you these gifts?

"Riddle? Well, thank you for bringing it to me." you thank the student, he bowed respectfully before taking off.

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you stared at the letter, the gaze you felt was just screaming at you to open it, so you did.

"Dearest Y/N,

I believe I am ready for this.

If you have time, Prefect, please come to Heartslabyul, and meet me somewhere in the rose maze. I wish to talk to you about something."

From: Your Future Husband

Riddle Rosehearts

Well... maybe the anonymous sender isn't Riddle, but the handwriting matches... fancy cursive only someone as smart as Riddle would know, the fancy look of the letters match, oh, and look! a nice picture of you included in Riddle's letter, with a heart around you. you're quite curious about the scratched out part, but it's scratched out in a thick, black marker, and is hard to see under the light.

What will you choose to do?

> Meet Riddle as requested.

> Do not meet Riddle.

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[your option will have different story branches, and different outcomes, like a visual novel romance. Except you have no choice in who you love. Whaaat? who said that? Anyways, there will be a poll for these two options. whichever route is voted the most, will be written first.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

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captianprices40thson · 8 months

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They'll be chaos on the rails when the railway strikes.

Ghost x M!reader x Soap.

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: ANGST!!, blood, descriptions of bones breaking, icky gross torture (only a small bit) memory loss, Ghost won't stop cracking jokes, canon-typical violence.

Based on the prompt by @happylighttraveler. You can find it here: Request!

Reader uses He/him pronouns, Y/N is used to refer to the reader, second person POV.

(Oh my god!! I had so much fun writing this!! Please, request more stuff for me!)

Right! Lets get into it!!

“What are you talking about?” “I said you’re staying here!” You and Soap were arguing about the newest mission assigned to the task force, clearly having opposing views. You knew that you weren’t the most experienced with the terrorist, but neither was Soap. In fact, none of you really had a clue what you were doing when faced with the threat that was Vladmir Makarov, apart from Price but, well…he was Price. Ever since you were injured on your last mission and had to spend a week recovering, Ghost and Soap had been extra protective of you despite your protests.

“I have just as much of a right to go as you or anyone else does.” You argued, but Soap had made it clear he wasn’t listening. He shut his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in order to stop himself from exploding. He wanted to yell, to sit you down and tell you that you were a liability to the mission, that you couldn’t handle it…but he couldn't. He loved you too much to even burden you with those thoughts, but someone else didn’t have a problem with it.

“Soap’s right. You’re staying here.” Ghost spoke up from the corner of the room that he had been hiding in. He stood in the shadows a lot, something you had gotten used to in your time knowing him. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes showed no emotion, as they always did. It had been hard learning to read Ghost, hell, you still couldn’t properly distinguish from mild anger and mild disgust.

“Riley-” Your protest was cut off by him holding up his hand, instinctually shutting your mouth at his motion. You knew better than to argue with your superior, it still angered you though. Your face scrunched up in disapproval, but you kept your yap shut tight in case you said anything you regretted.

“Y/N, It’s too risky for you to go. Your leg hasn’t fully healed yet and we have no idea how it’ll react to the environment. Price has already taken you off of the assignment. You’re staying here and leading us through behind the monitor. Is that clear?” Ghost stated, walking over to where you and Soap were standing, his steps were small compared to his usual stride, but that was probably because the room was so small. The two men were standing in a line in front of you, like a triangle was formed and you were the point.

Neither Ghost nor Soap wanted to do this to you, they knew how much you enjoyed the missions you went on with them, but they loved you too much to wager your safety in an unfamiliar environment. Ghost wasn’t afraid to use his position to threaten you and Soap didn’t mind backing Ghost up on that. The Scotsman was a bit more hesitant to be mean to you than the Brit, but it didn’t matter. You were staying here and that was final.

After fighting yourself internally, you clenched your fists and looked down, giving a small nod. You knew that they were just trying to protect you, but you still hated it. You weren’t a child in need of protection, you were an adult that could handle yourself, but you couldn't risk being court marshalled…again.

“Good…now come on, Johnny. Price called us into the meeting room five minutes ago. I don't want to anger that man by making him wait any longer. Y/N…don’t get yourself into any trouble.” Ghost added on, brushing his shoulder up against Soap’s in order to tell him it was time to go in a non verbal matter. Soap nodded and took one better look at you, before following Ghost out of the room, leaving you there alone. There were a million thoughts rushing through your head, none that you could quite pinpoint. There was sadness, anger, betrayal, understanding…and fear. Fear that without you, your team wouldn’t make it back. Or maybe, they’d do everything without you and you’d be left alone without them.

You couldn’t quite understand what you were feeling…but you were hurt.

So when a week or so later, when the team had left and arrived at their destination, you couldn't help but groan and lay your head on the table as you heard their chatter over the radio.

“Y/N, do you have us going?” Price’s voice cackled in over the radio and you looked up at the monitors. You had the amazing view of Ghost’s chest cam that was half-obscured by the snow falling everywhere. You gathered yourself and responded, looking over at the radio you had on your desk. It was a clever thing, you didn’t need to press a button to communicate, it just picked up any noise from your end and put it through to their walkie talkies without you having to even move.

“I’ve got you, Captain.” You responded, trying to make your voice sound less tired and annoyed than you were. You could see Soap walk in front of Ghost’s camera and give a little wave, knowing you were there and trying to cheer you up. You couldn’t help but grin, seeing his stupid smile that he wore proudly. But now was no time for smiles, because you knew they had a very important mission at hand. Finding and taking down Vladmir Makarov. It was a capture or kill mission, so everyone was a little nervous. You could see Gaz do a little jig and adjust his hat as he walked alongside Price, kicking the thick snow on the ground in order to move. For a moment, you were grateful you weren’t there and wouldn’t have to deal with the hassle that is thick snow.

But that moment passed and you realised you wished to be with them. You were alone in the base, the silence was painful. You were always used to hearing a scream from Soap that somehow always had something to do with Scotland, or Gaz and Price acting like a father and son. Ghost was always quiet, but you always knew that he was there. You were the guys, a team, a squad!…and now it was just one of you.

Watching as the team made their way into the base, you made sure to check over the detailed map of the area, letting them know when to turn and when to check for guards and other enemies. It was halfway into the mission where you felt a sense of unease in your stomach, like something was off.

“Y/N, are you still with us?” You heard Soap’s voice over the radio and brought yourself back to reality. You still couldn’t shake off that feeling that something was wrong…very wrong.

“I’m here. Is everything alright over there?” You asked, your voice unsure and trembling. You could only hope that everything was okay on their end and that it was all in your head, but even with Gaz’s reassurance that they were all fine on their end, something was wrong…very wrong.

“We’re breaching his office now, this ends here.” Price announced to you and the rest of the task force, his thick British accent making him sound more confident in himself than he actually was at the moment. You spun around in your chair, looking over the room you were in as clearly, they did not need you anymore. You looked up at the security camera in the corner, thinking to yourself. That’s probably what was wrong, they had been meaning to change the batteries in the cameras, even from there you could see the light flickering and trying it’s best to continue working. In a way, kind of like yourself.

“Y/N, we’ve got a problem.” Price’s voice called out and you turned around to see the monitor on your screen. They were all standing in an office type area, the one that had been marked to be Makarov’s office. Confusion took over you as you realised why Price had a problem.

“Where’s Makarov?” You asked, raising the question that everyone else had been thinking. You watched Ghost move around the room, along with everyone else. Price and Gaz had left the room in order to go search the halls, which was probably a stupid idea to split off from the soldier who was carrying the only man who knew the instructions around the place, but they did it anyway.

“Y/N, can you look back through your feed? Can you see if we missed something?” Soap asked, his Scottish accent making his words a bit hard to understand to the average person, but handing around the man so often, you had learned how to understand his jibber-jabber. You moved the mouse over to the side of your video, trying to see if that was something you could do. Still, the feeling of unease was there and bigger than ever. It felt like someone was right behind him ready to kill him, that’s how bad it was.

“I honestly don’t know how to do that. I-I’d have to end the recording on the tape, so I wouldn’t be able to see you guys. I don’t think I can help you guys here. Could you go get P-” Your speech was cut off by a slam against your head, sending you to the floor and off your chair. You hit the floor with a thud, yelling out of instinct. Your vision was blurry, but you still managed to look up and make out the figure looming over you.

Makarov.

You tried to get up or even just move away, but a boot slammed down to your chest prevented you from moving. You heard the cracks of several ribs breaking, blood collecting in your throat as the pain coursed through your body. You yelled out in pain, but were quickly stopped by him placing a rag of sorts against your mouth. Your tear-filled eyes cleared and you could see his face just a couple inches away from yours, his heterochromic eyes staring into yours. You could see several more soldiers surrounding you two and you realised you were completely and utterly screwed.

“Jesus…these are the people that Price is working with. You were so easy to sneak up on, honestly.” Makarov commented, moving his foot that wasn’t on your chest to your right wrist, pressing down on it hard so that you would be in too much pain to even try and make a move with your left. Your heart stopped as you realised that this man was an actual terrorist and you were in actual trouble. You shivered as he bent down, grabbing your chin and inspecting you like you were a brand new toy that he was to play with.

“I can work with this.” He smiled, before moving his hand to the back of your head. He moved his boots off of your chest and wrist and you breathed a sigh of relief, before he raised your head and slammed it into the floor. You let out a cry of pain that was only mildly muffled by the rag as you felt your nose break, before Makarov took a step backwards and slammed his foot down on your neck, causing your voice to be temporarily restricted and your breathing to become a difficult task..

You could hear Soap and Ghost’s yells over the radio as they heard you being attacked, which filled you with a bit of hope…before Makarov hissed something in Russian that you couldn’t quite make out and the man closest to the two of you took the radio and slammed it on the floor, stomping his foot on it for good measure. You watched the pieces scatter, some of it landing close to you and cutting your skin. You would cry…but you could feel Makarov’s grip on your head get tighter and the thought of him slamming your head into the cold concrete floor again wouldn’t end well for you.

You could only watch as the blood from your injuries created a pool under you, some of it coming from your chest, others from the cuts on your arm or the blood pooling from your head injury. You could feel your breathing get shallower and your eyes close as the realm of unconsciousness took you into its surprisingly warm arms. You could swear that you were dying, that this was it…this was how you died.

Meanwhile, halfway across the world, Soap and Ghost were freaking out as their only connection to you was cut off unexpectedly and they were pretty sure you were dead. They looked over to one another, Soap with tears in his eyes, Ghost with his own being wider than anyone had ever seen them before.

“Price! Gaz! D-Did you-” Soap called out to the duo, before the two rushed back into the room, both with frantic looks on their faces. The rest of the team had seen this look on Price before…it was the look of pure fear and panic.

“We heard. It was Makarov. He’s not here. He’s there and I’m pretty sure he…he just killed Y/N. We have to go now.” Price ordered, looking over at the group of frightened men in front of him. He had to shut off his emotions in that moment in order to remain strong and lead the team, but his team couldn’t do the same. He could see the pure fear in their faces that they hadn’t seen in their darkest moments. Ghost carefully placed his hand on Soap’s shoulder, trying to be the stronger one out of the two. He gave a nod to Price, who nodded back and turned so he could lead the group out of there.

It was harder to leave without your help, meaning they ran into a few more enemies and a few more bullets no longer lay in their magazines. Soap’s head was rushing with thoughts, tears streaming down his face blurring his vision. He had Ghost’s hand on his shoulder to guide him as they ran through the thick snow. Even when they loaded into the emergency helicopter, he had Ghost to help him in and hold his shoulder tight..

Getting back to base was scary and they all tried to prepare themselves for the worst. They didn’t know what they were going to find when they got back. Soap was utterly terrified that you were dead and when they entered the room they’d find Makarov standing over your dead body, but then again it was a long while till they’d be back and he doubted Makarov would stay just to see their reactions…but his brain couldn’t be convinced that whatever would happen would be otherwise.

Meanwhile, Ghost couldn’t help but blame himself. It was his idea for you to stay behind in the first place. He was the one that convinced Price and the rest of the team that you were in no condition to fight…and they had all agreed. He was to blame. He was the one that let Makarov find and murder you…this was his fault.

“We’ll be back in a couple hours, I’ve notified Laswell and told her to get the closest possible people to rush over to our base and figure out the situation. I’m sorry for leading you guys into a dead end.” Price told the base, shutting the door that separated the pilot from the rest of the crew. He strutted to the back of the helicopter, where everyone was sitting. Ghost and Soap next to each other, Gaz sitting with his head down opposite them. Price sat down next to Gaz and put his hand on his shoulder as a father would.

“It’s not your fault, Price. You couldn’t have known, none of us would’ve. We were told he was there, everyone thought he was.” Ghost responded, keeping it together a bit better than Soap was. Inside, he was screaming. He was screaming because you might be dead. He heard the slams, the screams, the unmistakable sound of bones breaking…if you didn’t die from that then you’d die from not getting medical attention.

“I know but…we’ll figure out what happened when we get back.” Price ended the conversation, not wanting to focus on the fact that he had been misled and had put not only you, but his team in danger. He felt like a failure of a captain, unable to even keep his team alive and safe for a minute.

When they arrived back at base, they basically rushed in. The other team that was close by and able, The Rat’s Nest, was already at the scene. Their leader, Captain Darryl ‘Aragon’ Wilson, was there and ready to walk Price and the rest of the team through the scene.

“We ran in here, the windows were broken and the doors had their locks taken off. But…we couldn’t find either of the men Laswell had described. We only found…” Darryl trailed off as they entered the room you were previously working in, letting it speak for itself.

There was blood on the floor, so much blood. The chair you were sitting on was laying on the floor in the corner, clearly having taken a hit or two. They could see the smashed radio on the floor, some of the blood that was presumably yours had surrounded the outsides of it, making Soap cringe out of disgust and distaste. There was a short blood trail that looked like somebody had been dragged in the liquid all the way to the door, before it stopped. Ghost looked over in the corner to see the security camera, its light no longer blinking.

“Have we checked the camera?” He asked, his thick British accent hiding the desperation trying to claw out of it. He was terrified, they all were. Darryl looked over into the corner, shaking his head. He crossed his arms, looking down at Ghost from where he was standing.

“We just assumed it was dead and wouldn’t have anything useful. Do you reckon it’s worth checking?” He asked, crossing his arms, his face showing interest and curiosity. Soap nodded, turning over to the two Captains who were blocking a concerned Gaz from the Scot’s vision.

“It's worth a shot.” Soap confirmed what the nod meant, hoping his thick scottish accent covered his shaky voice, but he knew it didn't. Ghost looked over to Soap, knowing he was scared. Who wouldn’t be? This was the man they loved who had been possibly murdered by the man they hated and feared most in the world.

When the usb was placed into the projector, fast forwarded to a couple hours earlier and pressed play, the team hitched their breath as they watched the scene. They watched you spin around in your chair, begin talking to Soap and Ghost before being slammed in the head by a very aggressive Makarov that had snuck in through the door on the side of the room.

The recording cut off with you on the ground, bleeding and still. And when they played it over and over for some sense of closure that you were alright…it was the same every time. You, on the floor, not moving, not even breathing. Soap could feel the tears in his eyes as he and everyone else in the squad realised what had happened.

Makarov had murdered you

And there was nothing they could do about it other than hunt the bastard down and murder him in the name of you.

1868 days, not that they were counting or anything.

Who were they kidding…they were counting. Every single day without you was agony for every single one of them, but it was especially hard on Ghost and Soap. Price and Gaz had noticed how much they missed you, it impacted their performance and Soap had to even be sent home after punching a recruit that mentioned you. Ghost took leave to stay with Soap, not wanting the man he loved to be alone to grieve the man they lost. Every single time a new mission was announced and assigned to them, they begged it to be going after Makarov. Hell, the whole team wanted it to be going after Makarov, you were important to all of them.

“What’s this?” Ghost asked, looking down at the file that Price had placed down in their briefing room. Price had a smile on his face, meaning only one thing. The captain took a moment before explaining the mission.

“One of Makarov’s allies, Konrad Geilen, was tracked down to an abandoned trading base in the south of Germany, just west of Schwarzwald. We believe that he’s got some pretty good ideas on where Makarov is hiding out. Therefore, if we find Konrad…”

“We find Makarov.” Soap finished Price’s sentence for him. Price gave him a smile and a finger gun, indicating that he was correct. The amount of relief that flowed through the other three members of the task force was bigger than any wave on earth. They had waited too long to get revenge for you, and now was their opportunity to do what they had been waiting for.

“When do we head out?” Gaz asked, ready to get this show on the road.

“What time is it now?” Price responded and the rest of the Task Force grinned like teenage girls that had just been looked at by their crush. Even Ghost, although you couldn’t see it from behind the mask.

“I have a mission for you.”

Two days earlier, Makarov had walked into your room and explained what he wanted you to do. See, in the three years that you had been taken hostage by the man…everything had changed. The days he spent torturing you for information turned into weeks, then months. Then after you broke into a shell of a man you once were, Makarov used it to his advantage and took the opportunity to create you into the perfect soldier, something the 141 would never see coming.

“I’ve just put out a fake, a diversion by the name of Konrad Gielien. He’s an old friend of mine named Henning Mesyats that owes me a favour or two. He’s been set out as…bait for Price and his men to take. And that’s where you come in.” Makarov explained, walking over to you and sitting next to you on his designated chair. You took in his words, nodding and taking the information in. Stuff was a bit hard for you to remember, mainly because of all the memories wiped from your mind but there was probably another reason that you believed in.

“Your job is to find Price and the 141 and whilst they’re distracted by moy khoroshiy drug Henning, you murder each and every one of them. Don’t stop until their bodies are mangled and unrecognisable…got it?” Makarov continued, looking at you when he was done explaining to make sure you understood. When you gave him a nod back, he smiled and patted your shoulder, getting up and walking to the door.

“Tomorrow…you leave tomorrow morning to make sure you get there before them.” He instructed, knowing you wouldn’t sleep in, that’s not how he made you. That’s not how he designed you, sleeping in or doing anything remotely human was…unheard of from you. He hated to admit it, but at times even Makarov himself found it a bit weird. He understood that he had done this to you, deprived you of yourself, your personality, even your name and had turned you into some kind of…dog for him to own, yet it still bothered him a bit.

“Alright, Gaz and I’ll go round the back. Soap and Ghost, take the front. We’ll meet up on the rooftop after clearing the building and finding Konrad or if we are unable to locate him. Remember, this is a capture mission.” Price instructed as they left the helicopter, watching it retreat back to its home of the air after they had given the signal to the pilot.

“Remind me of what he looks like again? Don’t want to capture a random soldier and confuse him for a friend of Makarov’s.” Soap asked, before being elbowed in the stomach by Ghost who couldn’t be bothered to even look at him. He clutched his chest, giving the Brit a ‘what was that?’ look. Ghost didn’t look back at him, keeping eye contact with Price.

“Soap…he’s the only guy there. This building is abandoned, he’s using it as a hideout. If there is someone else there, you’ll know it isn't him…also I told you what he looked like.” Price reminded him, an exasperated expression on his face. Ghost smiled under the mask and Soap now knew why he was so brutally elbowed.

“Don’t forget why we’re here…this is for Y/N.” Gaz reminded them all and they all serioused up. Gaz was right…this mission was about getting revenge for the man that not only were they all teammates with, but the man Gaz knew like a brother, Price had a bond with like a son and the man Ghost and Soap loved. The whole squad nodded and began making their way through the rough terrain and over to the outsides of the abandoned building. Soap and Ghost watched Price and Gaz make their way to the other side of the building. They gave each other a look and walked inside, guns at the ready.

“See anyone, Lt?” Soap asked as they made their way through, checking through the different rooms and occasionally having to lift up their guns whenever they saw movement or a shadow, but it was either their own shadow or a rat that had gotten accustomed to living there.

“No, just a bunch of really outdated guns and a stupid amount of blankets. Speaking of, why did the soldier bring a blanket into an active battle zone?” Ghost asked and Soap sighed as he realised Ghost was making another dad joke. His refusal to reply just meant Ghost finished it on his own.

“Because he needed cover.” Ghost joked and Soap backed out into the hallway where they were standing. He gave his lieutenant a disapproving look, watching as his eyes crinkled from the smile behind his mask.

“Seriously, Ghost. If I was your superior, I’d have court marshalled you by now.” Soap groaned as they walked forward. Just as Ghost was about to make another remark that would probably make Soap want to shoot him, they both heard the sounds of boots hitting the floor. Someone was running…and they both knew it wasn’t Price or Gaz.

The two ran out to the main area and out of the hall, into the main storage area and the duo could see how big it actually was. The roof must have been as tall as fifteen Ghost’s stacked on top of eachother, which is a really funny image if you think about it long enough. They both followed the footsteps to a figure running on a walkway that they could get to by accessing some stairs. Ghost nodded to Soap, who nodded back and practically bolted up those stairs, desperate to get to the person.

As Soap ran, Ghost took the other stairs in order to corner the man they saw sprinting. He pushed himself up and made his way around the corner, so now that they were all on the railings up above. Their eyes followed the figure, both rushing after him. They chased after him and fired a few bullets that he seemed to dodge effortlessly, before watching him run around the corner. Soap ran forward and around the corner to get to the man. Ghost waited outside the corner, gun at the ready incase the man managed to get by Soap.

He waited there for a moment, before hearing a yelp from Soap, his eyes widened as he figured out what that meant. It didn’t sound like he was in pain, more like he was shocked at something. Ghost shook his head and moved around the corner, being met with a sight that took a few moments to process.

Soap was on the floor, a gun pointed at his face being held by the man they were chasing. The man had placed a boot on Soap’s right hand and another on his left leg, the Scott’s gun laying on the floor a few feet away. Ghost’s eyes trailed up to the man pointing a gun at the man he loved, lifting up his own weapon in order to put a bullet through his shoulder and take him down without murdering him…but he stopped once he recognised who it was…

“Y/N?” He whispered, lowering the gun in realisation. Your head turned to him, still keeping your gun pointed at Soap’s head, your finger resting on the trigger. You studied Ghost’s mask, trying to figure out what he was going on about. Of course, you didn’t recognise who Y/N was…that wasn’t you anymore.

“You take one step further and your friend with the shitty haircut gets it.” You spat, pushing your gun further to Soap’s temple. They were both in shock, the man they had loved and had believed to be dead for five years…was right in front of them, brainwashed to not remember who he was or what he was…he was like some kind of winter soldier…with a weird russian accent.

“Y/N, stop. W-What…what happened to you?” Ghost whispered, placing his hands in the air. The shock was getting to him, the idea that you were ALIVE all this time and didn’t recognise neither him nor Soap…that hurt him deeper than anything anyone in his childhood could have done. When he saw you rest your finger against the trigger, he called out once more.

“Stop! My hands are in the air! I-I…What the fuck happened, Y/N?” Ghost exclaimed, his heart tearing in half and his British accent coming out stronger than he had intended. He couldn't even form a proper sentence without letting everyone that could hear him know he was going through something…something huge.

Meanwhile Soap was going through a crisis of his own, having the man he loved and had mourned for over FIVE YEARS pointing a gun right at his head and not even showing the slightest bit of hesitation at pulling the trigger. It was like he was a completely new person

And he probably was.

“You are going to listen to me, Ghost. You are going to close the door and place any and all guns or weapons you have on the floor…if you want to do it the easy way. The hard way is…much more uncivilised.” You told Ghost, your eyes staying on his. He felt a pang in his heart when you called him Ghost, because he was never Ghost to you. To you, he was Riley and on the odd occasion, Simon. But never Ghost.

Ghost looked down at Soap, both their eyes as wide as the others. Soap didn’t nod or shake his head at what he thought Ghost should do, it was up to the Brit to work it out.

After a moment of contemplation, he slowly kneeled and placed all his weapons on the floor, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. Your eyes never left his, meaning that your peripheral vision was smaller…and you didn’t see the signal Ghost had motioned to Soap.

Kicks to the balls hurt, everyone knew that, and despite you being a brainwashed robot, Soap wasn’t going to do that to you. Instead, with his leg that you had left free, he chose to lift up and kick you in the knee, causing you to recoil back a bit, lifting your foot off of his hand, meaning he could grab the gun Ghost had pushed towards him.

So, it was you backed into a corner by the two men, both of whom holding guns and calling you by a name that triggered something in your brain. It felt familiar to you…yet so foreign at the same time. What was happening?

You didn’t have time for feelings right now, you told yourself, getting right back to the task at hand and pulling out your gun strapped to your thigh. You wasted no time in pulling it back and pressing the trigger, just narrowly missing Ghost’s shoulder. No…this wasn’t you. You never missed, never in your five years of shooting had you missed. What were they doing to you?

“That was a warning shot.” You hissed, trying to intimidate the two men from the position you were in. They both looked like they were going through the five stages of grief at the moment, it wasn’t hard to make them scared. The one with the skull, Ghost as you had been told to call him, was harder to read, his face hidden by the mask on his face.

“Y/N…What happened to you? How are you alive? W-Why are you fighting us?” The shorter one with the mohawk, Soap as he had been classified, stepped forward, gun pointing to your face. You moved your hand to go shoot him, but the bullet hitting the wall right behind your gun told you to stop.

“Who the fuck is Y/N?” You hissed, ready to tear off their limbs if they didn’t give you an answer, although you were going to do that anyways once you had them in a position similar to yours. They kept referring to you by that name…the one that inflicted such a strong emotion in you.

“Y…You’re Y/N. Don't you remember that…remember us?” Soap asked, walking closer. You could see the tears in his eyes, the look of pure despair on his face. He looked like everything he loved had been ripped out of his arms and been forced to watch die infront of him ten times over, and as far as the Scot knew, it had.

“No. I have no relation to either of you men, the only reason I would ever remember you two is seeing your faces on my wall of soldiers I’ve murdered.” You spat back, getting defensive. You couldn’t figure out why, but something in you told you that Soap was onto something.

You looked over towards Ghost, trying to scan him for any weak points, but his gun was still trained on your own and you decided it was best to not go for him at the moment. You quickly focused on both of them, trying to find your objective and directive.

That's when you were hit with something, nothing physical…but something about the situation and positions you were in had triggered something in you.

“Is that clear?” A voice spoke, it was blurry and distorted, but you knew deep down that you knew it. You moved your head, where were you? Everything was blurry, but there were two people in front of you. Their faces, whilst familiar, were blurred out, most everything was.

You looked down and clenched your fist, but it wasn’t you the one moving. You knew it was you…but this was a different version of you. You watched yourself nod, and the figures shuffled a bit.

“Good…now come on, Johnny. Price called us into the meeting room five minutes ago. I don't want to anger that man by making him wait any longer. Y/N…don’t get yourself into any trouble.” The taller figure spoke once more, that name reaching deep into your soul and finding something in you. Y/N…that was your name. You were Y/N. Those men in front of you…Soap and Ghost. N-No…Johnny and Riley. Your Johnny and your Riley…your boyfriends.

“Y/N?” The Scotsman's voice brought you back to reality, but you had changed. It had all rushed back to you, everything about you, what and who you had been, who you had loved…everything was back now. They both took small steps towards you, watching as you lowered your gun and looked up to the both of them with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…Are you…?” Soap asked, walking towards you. He noticed that you were no longer hostile, and instead were going through seven stages of grief yourself. That's how much distress you were in, there were now seven stages of grief just for you.

“I-I’m here…I’m alive and I’m back. I-I…oh god…what the fuck have I done?” You whispered, breaking down right then and there. The torture, the murder, everything you had been through the last five years; it was all coming back to you.

“Hey, hey we’re here and we’ve got you, alright?” The scotsman assured you, placing a gloved hand on your face and holding you close to him. Tears started to stream down his own face as he held you close. It wasn’t a moment later before you felt the weight of a 6’4 brit holding both of you close to him.

It was a nice moment, and you all wanted it to last forever, but that isn’t how life worked, because not long after the hug began, it ended just as quickly by Price contacting both the boys via radio.

“Ghost, Soap, we’ve got Konrad out the front. Where are you both?” His thick-accented voice came in through the radio, and not even words could describe how nice it was to hear it again. You looked up at the men you loved, tears still streaming down your face. Soap smiled and kissed your forehead, for both him and Ghost seeing as the taller male was unable to.

“We’re taking you home…alright?” Soap whispered and you nodded, holding him tight. Ghost smiled under the mask and held his radio in order to report back to Price.

“We’re solid, just in a room near the top, we’ll head over to you ASAP…and we’ve got a surprise for you both.”

(Soooooo how we feeling!??!?!) Honestly, such a great time writing this, and if you want to request something yourself, here's your place to see what I do! (anyone who got the fact that Daryll was a reference to DNDADS, I love you.) Take care, everyone!

#cod x reader #call of duty #Ghost x reader #Soap x reader #Ghost x soap #Ghost x soap x reader #m!reader #Ghost x m!reader #Soap x m!reader #y/n #ANGST MY BELOVED

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tcwmatchmakingau · 10 months

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As Sweet As Sugar

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader (no physical descriptions)

Rating: SFW

Summary: Wolffe’s date is running late, and he finds himself wondering if he made a mistake.

A.N: This is my first Wolffe fic and I don’t know what I’m doing, so I figured I’d keep Part 1 short and sweet. I know typical Wolffe fanon sees him as more of a hard dom (I mean, I get it and I’m here for it…) but I wanted to take a softer approach with this fic.

Shout out to the reader who requested “Anything with Commander Wolffe where he is just a sweet kind flirty date?”

Word Count: 687 (I’m shocked I was able to write something shorter than 2.5k words lmao)

Warnings: None, just fluff and first date awkwardness.

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Wolffe was beginning to regret this decision.

Dating… matchmaking? He didn’t have time for any of this. There was still much work to be done— endless stacks of reports to review and approve before he could finalize his men’s reassignments and discharge orders. It turned out that even winning the war could not put an end to all the paperwork.

He drummed his fingers on the table and scanned the busy roof-top cafe, looking any sign of his date. The glass-domed dining room was lush with exotic greenery, which provided a surprising amount of privacy to its patrons while giving the space a vibrant tropical feel, despite the cafe’s location high in Coruscant’s skyline.

“So what are you looking for, Commander Wolffe?” the matchmaker, Sander Loris, had asked him when they met in the the RTL offices.

Wolffe didn’t have an answer for Sander then, and he still wasn’t sure now.

He had visited RTL Matchmaking in an apparent moment of weakness, after meeting his brothers for drinks. Cody and Rex were both enamored and gushing about their new partners, and even kriffing Fox couldn’t stop smiling and messaging his partner the whole night. Wolffe had left that night, wondering what if.

And so here he was, several weeks later, sitting in possibly the nicest space he’d ever set foot in, waiting for a mystery date who was running late. He shifted in his seat, tugging awkwardly at his new civilian clothes. It still felt weird to wear civvies, but Cody had insisted that Wolffe wear something appropriately casual to make the right impression, instead of his officer’s uniform like Wolffe had planned.

Not that it mattered, because she still wasn’t here.

He glanced around the room again before looking out the window. The busy afternoon skylane traffic was nearly obscured by the decorative vegetation lining the windows, and he absently wondered where all those people were going and how they spent all their free civilian time.

“Commander Wolffe?” A light voice at his side snapped his attention back into the room.

All lingering reservations Wolffe held about this date evaporated quickly when he saw you standing near the table, smiling hopefully at him as you awaited his response. Your smile ran him through instantly, just as your voice had cut through the soft murmur of the cafe.

Wolffe shot up from his seat a bit too suddenly and stood straight and at attention, as if summoned by his General. “Ma’am,” he said stiffly and just barely managed to stop himself from saluting you. Instead, he held out his hand to you in a casual greeting.

You smiled and chuckled as you took his hand and insisted he call you by your first name.

Wolffe repeated your name, and it did not escape his notice how warm and soft your hand was, and how neatly it fit into his.

“Please, call me Wolffe,” he added with what he hoped was a charming smile as he released your hand, but his voice still felt stiff in his own ears.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wolffe. And I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. This is really not how I wanted to start things, but an unfortunate emergency at work delayed me,” you winced apologetically as you sat across from him. “Even when I’m done with work, it never seems to be done with me.”

You laughed nervously and he couldn’t help but smile at the endearing sound. “Ah, yes. I’m all to familiar with that feeling.”

You visibly relaxed at his words and flashed a smile even more brilliant than the last. “Well, even so, I’m glad you didn’t bail on me.”

“Oh it takes more than that to scare me off,” Wolffe replied quickly, holding your gaze as a crooked smile curved the corner of his mouth.

You looked away first, with a bashful little smile, and diverted your focus to the menu.

Oh, that one…that was his favorite smile so far. He made it his goal for the evening to get you to give him as many of those as could get…

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #Wolfpack #prompt response

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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the secret spoil ~ karl jacobs

word count: 2521

request?: yes!

“Perhaps Karl Jabos with a SO who gets bad buyers guilt over everything they buy? Like- they will debate with themselves if they should but a game they want that is on sale or not for almost 20 minutes kind of thing and gets extremely embarrassed about anyone buying them things?”

description: in which karl tells his partner with buyer’s guilt that they’re going to be a part of a new mrbeast video, but the truth is he’s going to buy them everything they want

pairing: karl jacobs x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

(the request kind of sounded like it was supposed to be a gn!reader, but if it wasn’t please let me know!)

Every MrBeast video had a twist. You had been dating Karl and hanging around with him and the MrBeast crew long enough to have that figured out. So, when Jimmy asked you to be in one of his videos, you didn’t fully trust him when he told you the premise.

“There’s nothing suspicious about this at all,” Jimmy insisted. “We’re going to a Target and we’re going to tape a circle to the floor, and whatever you can put in there, I’ll buy for you. We’ve done this type of video so many times before.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “Yeah, I heard you. I just feel like there’s something you’re hiding from me until the end. I don’t trust you, Jimmy Beast.”

He put a hand over his heart in mock offence. “You wound me, (Y/N).”

Karl put his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. “Come on, babe. It’ll be your first big appearance on the channel, and you get a bunch of free stuff. What’s the downside here?”

You gave him and Jimmy a skeptical look, but eventually agreed to do the video. You couldn't lie that the thought of having Jimmy, who was basically drowning in endless money, buying you whatever you wanted did sound like an opportunity you couldn’t pass up.

You rarely bought things for yourself unless they were necessities. You struggled with buyers guilt big time when it came to treating yourself. If it was something over $20 you wouldn’t buy it, and even then you’d feel guilty for getting it. Maybe, by participating in this challenge, you’d finally be able to treat yourself without the guilt.

Until you got to the Target where they were filming and saw the size of the circle.

“This is massive!” you exclaimed. “I can’t put anything in that, it’ll cost you a fortune!”

“If you don’t want to utilize the circle, I will!” Chandler jumped in.

“No, you’ve gotten so much in the past. (Y/N) has never gotten anything in one of these videos,” Jimmy said. To you he added, “Don’t worry about costs. That’s the point of the video. Just grab whatever you want and try to fit it in the circle.”

You glanced at the massive circle again. There was so much you could put in there. For once, Jimmy hadn’t even restricted you to one section of the Target. When you arrived, he gave you, Karl, and Nolan permission to grab carts to fill with whatever you wanted and you’d have to try and fit it in the circle. The possibilities were truly endless.

You sighed. There was no backing out of it now, so you asked Jimmy, “What’s the time limit?”

“We’ll say 30 minutes,” he responded. “That gives you time to get around the store at the very least.”

“Enough talk, let’s shop!” Karl proclaimed, swinging his cart around and narrowly avoiding hitting a rack with it.

“Okay, your 30 minutes starts...now!”

The three of you took off with your carts. The first stop according to Karl was the electronics department. Karl was already piling his cart with a Nintendo Switch and various games before you even had time to think about what you were going to get.

“Whoa, hold on,” you said.

“What? You’ve been saying how much you want a Switch.”

“I know, but you can’t just throw some games in there, I wanna pick them out.”

“(Y/N), you can get literally every game in this store,” Nolan pointed out. “There’s so much room in that circle.”

“I’ll just throw a bunch in the cart and if there’s any that you really do not like, you can leave them in the cart,” Karl suggested.

You shrugged. “Okay, fine. You do that, I’m going to pick out some movies and CDs.”

You tossed about ten movies and eleven CDs into your cart after quickly browsing those sections. You made a mental note to come back and look if you had more time. You also decided to toss a couple new phone cases and some new earpods into your cart since you had never had those before.

Next, since it was the closest to where you were, was the clothing section. That one Nolan and Karl agreed to let you go through alone. You weren’t one for clothes shopping since most clothing stores were usually way more expensive than they needed to be; at least, they were to you. You usually waited until you absolutely needed new clothes before going out to buy any, or you’d wait for your birthday or Christmas.

But this was your opportunity not only to get some new clothes, but to get some brand named stuff as well. The stuff that you’d never even look at otherwise. So, you quickly grabbed a few shirts and pants, making outfits as you went along and tossing them into your cart. You also decided to get yourself some new jackets since the ones you currently owned had been through many spring, fall, and winter storms and were starting to get very worn.

You found yourself really enjoying not having to look at the price tags and worry about how much everything you were getting cost. Being able to just run through the store like a bunch of children, grabbing whatever caught your eye first and tossing it in without a second thought. It felt very freeing as opposed to the way you normally felt when shopping.

You were almost disappointed when Jimmy called Karl’s phone to let him know that your 30 minutes was up and you had to return to the circle, but it was probably for the best. All three of your carts were basically completely full and you were almost dreading hearing what the final total was going to be.

You met back up with Jimmy, who began to laugh when he saw your carts. “You really went all out, huh?”

“Honestly, after a while most of it was just grabbing stuff and throwing it into the carts and I’ll sort it out as I put it into the circle,” you admitted.

“Do you think all of this will fit inside the circle?”

You gave Jimmy a look before eyeing the massive red circle made from tape on the floor. “Yeah, I definitely think this is all fitting in the circle.”

You got to work taking the stuff from your cart and placing it around the circle. You started with the Switch games, which you ended up leaving very few in Karl’s cart. Maybe one or two that you weren’t interested in, but for the most part you wanted all of them. You placed the Switch box in the middle of the circle, deciding you’d work around it since it was probably one of the biggest things you had gotten.

Next was the movies and CDs, which you stacked on top of the Switch game boxes, and after that was the numerous books you had gotten from the book section. You had basically gotten one of every book that was there, and a couple extra from the genre you knew your mom liked.

As you started to take out the Funko Pop Dolls and board games you had gotten from the kids section, you grabbed a handful of Pokémon card packs you didn’t remember seeing there before.

“Oh, I got those for me,” Karl said.

“Karl, you’re not supposed to be getting stuff for yourself! This is for (Y/N)!” Jimmy said with a laugh.

“It’s fine, he can have his Pokémon cards,” you said, placing them in the circle. “I just want a Pikachu if you find one.”

“Only if it’s not a Shiny one.”

“Deal.”

By the time you finished unloading the three carts, everything you had only made one layer inside of the circle and you basically threw all the clothes you bought on top of everything, not worrying about whether or not anything would fall out or touch the line of the circle.

Jimmy did a quick inspection to make sure nothing was touching the red line before turning to you. “Is that everything you want to put in there?”

“Well, there’s nothing else I can go get because my time is up, so yeah, I’ll say that’s it.”

“Alright then, let’s take all of this to the cash and get it checked out.”

You nervously bit at your thumbnail as you watched the cashier ring in your stuff. Despite the fact that you weren’t the one spending the money, you could still feel your stomach churning with every beep of the scanner and every increase in the total price that came up on the screen. You felt lightheaded when you saw that the total was a little over $10k.

“That’s not too bad, actually,” Chris told you when he saw your face. “We’ve had people spend way more than that.”

“I’ve bought like a dozen cars before, that’s way more than what you just got,” Jimmy assured you as well.

“It’s just such a high number,” you commented. “I know I’m not the one paying for it, but it feels wrong to have that much stuff. I feel like I should put some stuff back.”

“Do not put anything back, that is not the rules,” Jimmy said.

You sighed and shrugged. “Fine. Fine! Swipe your stupid card before I regret my decision.”

“Actually,” Jimmy said, giving you a slightly guilty look, “it’s isn’t my card you’re swiping.”

You stared at Jimmy, blankly. You wanted to scream “I knew it!”; actually you just wanted to scream period. You knew there was something. You knew there would be a twist. And now you were too far in to back out, and you had the camera on you. There was nothing you could do besides watch Jimmy with wide eyes and your heart hammering against your chest.

When Karl stepped forward, his credit card in hand, you could barley register what was happening. By the time you did, Karl had already inserted the card and was putting his pin into the machine.

“Karl! What the fuck are you doing?!” you said, grabbing his arm but it was already too late. The machine was chiming that his pin had been accepted and the transaction had gone through.

“I have a confession to make,” he said, turning to you. “I actually came up with the idea to ask you to be a part of this video because I wanted to be the one who paid for whatever you picked out to buy instead of Jimmy.”

“But why?!”

“Because you’re always so hard on yourself when it comes to buying things and you never get yourself little treats when you deserve it more than anyone. I knew that you wouldn’t let me just straight up buy you anything, so I asked Jimmy if he’d make it seem like it was him doing it for the video and then I’d pay for it once we got to the check out.”

His smile was so genuine and you knew he was trying to do something nice for you, but you couldn’t help but feel upset. You felt guilty for how much money Karl had just spent on you, stupid for believing that there would be no twist to this video (even if you had been very skeptical of that), and you felt angry that Karl had deceived you like that.

But the camera was rolling and it was pointed directly at the two of you, so you plastered a fake smile on your face and threw your arms around Karl’s neck.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, trying to sound convincingly touched.

“You’re welcome,” he said, giving you a peck on the cheek before you pulled away.

Your stuff was put into a number of bags and brought out to your car. There was so much that it filled the entire trunk and the back seat. Jimmy thanked you for being such a good sport about the twist of the video, to which you just smiled at him and wished for them all to leave so you could go home.

Once the cameras were off and the rest of the crew had left, you were free to express your real emotions, which made for an incredibly quiet car ride home for you and Karl. You were bringing the bags into your apartment and trying to mentally figure out where everything was going to go when Karl spoke.

“You’re upset.”

It wasn’t a question, but you still felt like you had to answer. “No, I’m okay.”

“You haven’t spoken to me since we left the store.”

“I’m a little overwhelmed is all.”

“(Y/N).”

You looked up at him. He put his hands on your face and looked down into your eyes.

“I’m sorry that I made you upset with this,” he said. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“I know you did, and it was really sweet, but that was way too much money, Karl,” you told him. “If the circle had been smaller and it wasn’t as much stuff and so much money I would’ve reacted differently, but all of you knew that’s what was happening today. So you made the circle that big, you allowed me to fill it with all that stuff, and then you paid so much money. Karl, you’re going to be trying to pay that back for so long!”

“And that’s fine! I don’t care! I want you to have things, I want you to spoil yourself and not feel guilty over it. I want to spoil you and you not feel guilty for it. You deserve these treats, babe. You deserve anything that you want with no worries about money.”

You crossed your arms and tried to pull away, but Karl held tight to your face. You lowered your eyes, but he just crouched down so he could still be in your line of sight. You couldn’t help but giggle at how silly he looked doing that.

“You’re a dork,” you told him.

“But I’m your dork.”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, I guess you are.”

He stood back up and rested his forehead against yours. “So, you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“I’m still a little mad, but I do appreciate that you wanted to do something nice like that for me.”

He leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

“You do deserve it,” he said.

“Don’t push it,” you teased. You kissed him again and pulled away. “Now, are you gonna help me put away all this stuff we just bought or what?”

“I don’t know. I did pay for it after all, so I think I deserve to sit this one out.”

“Well then, you’re not getting the Pokémon cards, especially not the Shiny Pikachus.”

At this, he quickly grabbed a bag and started pulling everything out of it, putting it all into separate piles to make the organization process easier. You laughed and took another bag, sitting on the floor next to him and following in his lead.

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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latteseungs · 2 years

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home run : seungmin

home run : ksm

pairing: baseball player!seungmin x f!reader genre: fluff fluff fluff, hint of fwb to lovers, baseball player!seungmin au word count: 1.8k warnings: hint of sexual themes, cussing

✦ 。description: technically, adding your birthday as seungmin's baseball jersey number was not really against any rules

📓 .ﾟ𓂃 masterlist | click here for my taglist feedback is always welcome! reblogs are very much appreciated <3

“I know you’re busy. But just this once, please come to see my game?” Seungmin said, a hopeful tone lacing his voice. His eyes were still looking up at the ceiling while your head resting on his arm under you. His hands played with your hair, and you couldn’t help but feel sleepy with every stroke. You hummed in reply, inching closer to his chest and not even trying to hide how you took a deep breath to smell his comforting cologne.

Being in a purely and strictly ‘fuck buddies only’ relationship with Seungmin, you were shocked that he’s requesting something as intimate as attending one of his games. You had always thought about how Seungmin looked hot in his baseball jersey when you two met up after his training. Thinking about things that you weren’t supposed to. Still, you never really considered actually watching him play. It just seemed such a girlfriend-y thing to do. But here he was, asking you hopefully, which was kind of out of character for him.

“Why would you even want me there? I don’t know a thing about baseball,” you joked, standing up on your elbow to try and see his face.

God, this man looked like an actual puppy. His soft hair fell to his eyes, his lips curled to a shy smile, and his nose was the cutest thing. What only convinces you otherwise is when you remember how he’s in bed… now that’s a different story.

“I don’t care. Come and see me play,” his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you down to rest on top of him, “maybe you’d want me more when you see how good I am in the field.”

The way he said that made blood instantly rush to your cheeks, hiding it with a casual laugh. Rolling your eyes at him, you slapped his chest, “Yeah, in your dreams, Seungmo.”

“But seriously,” he started again, voice much in a more serious tone than earlier. “Come, okay? The game is on Friday night, and I know you don’t have night classes on Fridays.” His eyes say everything. You’re starting to think that this game means a lot to him. And the fact that he even remembers your schedule means that he actually wants you to come.

The both of you made sure that you separated your personal lives from each other as much as possible. To think that Seungmin would even remember your class schedule when you were sure that you probably just told it to him in passing made you feel… something. But that something quickly dissipated into nothing, remembering that whatever you had with Seungmin would stay that way.

“I can’t believe you even remember that,” you mumbled but finally nodded and agreed to his request. “But, okay. I’ll be there. Just make sure you’ll win.”

“Please, the fact that you’re there makes me think I already won,” he answered, sounding very cheeky.

“Hey! That sentence is against rule number three.”

Cheers were so loud in the field that you could even hear them once you exit your car. Grabbing your things, you excitedly entered the event. You’re starting to hate yourself for how excited you were to attend this game. Both you and Seungmin have made it very clear to each other that what you both have is strictly platonic and for… needs only. Heck, you even have a list of things that you weren’t allowed to say or do, as cheesy as that sounds. The both of you have been doing great for the past months of not violating anything on that list, but right at this very moment, you just want that list to go into flames.

You just want to cheer for Seungmin and shout how great he’s doing. You weren’t lying that you have no idea what the hell happens during a baseball game, but you wouldn’t even think twice about cheering for him as loud as you can. You even wore one of his jerseys that you may or may not have stolen from his drawer once. You thought about how this would be a great surprise, considering how you attending this game sounded so important to him.

Fuck your thoughts about how this seemed too much for a fuck buddy to do. If this was crossing the line, to be fair, he did it first by even asking you to go to this game and even giving you a ticket. But that was the petty side of you talking. Deep inside the heart you thought was cold as ice, you know you also want to cross the line.

Finally finding your seat, you made it just in time for the introduction of players. The crowd cheered with each player that came out, but you couldn’t help but notice how the screams got louder when the announcer said Seungmin’s name. You lightly scoffed, thinking how it was fitting that he was a crowd favorite. But when Seungmin came out in his uniform, baseball cap and all, you felt like you were melting. You really don’t know if he was a crowd favorite for his skills or for his looks because he looked so goddamn good in that jersey.

Something was different with his jersey, though. You looked down at what you were wearing, double checking to make sure that you were really wearing one of his old ones with his name on the back accompanied by the number 22 for his birthday. Lifting your eyes back to the field, confused, your eyes met with Seungmin. His smile was huge. He covered his mouth just like he always does when his smile gets too big for his liking.

From the field, Kim Seungmin waved at you, looking extra giddy. He gestured to his jersey, pointing to the number and then pointing back at you. That’s when it clicked. You knew something was different because the number was not 22 anymore. It was your birthday instead of his.

The game started with your heart attempting to jump out of your body. Even as a student in the medical field, you know very well how that is impossible, but that is precisely what you’re feeling. Thoughts of wanting to forget about the list you made with him months ago come circling back to your mind. It was always a thought that you always pushed away, knowing that you would just both end up breaking each other’s hearts one way or another. But right at this game that you even have no idea who was winning, you finally accept that maybe being with Seungmin is worth a shot. Worth the risk.

Roaring cheers were all you could hear. The crowd went absolutely wild again when Seungmin hit the ball. The announcers were also getting excited when the ball was still going as Seungmin ran as fast as he could to the home plate. On the other hand, you dropped all your things to your seat and jumped as you cheered for him. You feel like the typical athlete’s girlfriend as you took pictures and videos of him, but you didn’t care. You were having the time of your life.

That was the thing with Seungmin. You always felt like you had all the time in the world, just enjoying his company and yourself. You forget about the stress with your academics, you forget about shitty classes, you forget about how your day was gloomy until he called. He wasn’t a breath of fresh air; you would be lying if you said that. What’s better is that he’s like the perfect song that goes on shuffle when you decide to play music because you’re having a bad day.

“Home run!”

Cameras around the arena all zoomed into Seungmin as his teammates ran to pick him up after successfully landing on the home plate. The bliss and joy on his face were something you wanted to remember and maybe think about when you just missed him.

Everyone around you was celebrating, but all you could do was stare at the puppy-like boy on the big screen, eyes almost disappearing because of his laugh. From afar, his sight found yours, and you thought you could get knocked over by how he looked at you. He was breathtaking.

He hugged his teammates one by one, but he never stopped looking at you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling overwhelmed— in an absolutely fantastic way. He ran to the bleachers, and as you watched him, it was your first time to feel what they call “butterflies.” You weren’t really that type of girl who grew up so in love with the concept of finding the person making you feel fireworks and butterflies. You were practical, logical, and realistic. But Seungmin just decided to walk into your life and erase all that.

“I never thought my jersey would look better on someone else,” was the first thing he said when he finally reached you. His hands instantly found their way to your waist like it was second nature to him at this point. Your cheeks were hurting from how much you were smiling, but you didn’t mind one bit, not when someone looked at you like you were their everything.

Placing your hands on his chest, you laughed at his comment, “Again, that’s against rule number three!” He huffed, pulling you in closer, making you wrap your arms around his neck. “But I think I got the wrong one?” You added, pointing out the new jersey he has on.

“Do you like it?” He smirked, knowing very well the effect he has on you. You know that you’re a closed book to everyone else, but to Seungmin, it feels like he can see every thought and feeling that runs through your veins. You didn’t even bother answering him. He knows you well enough to know the answer to that.

If you were asked if you wanted to be somewhere for the rest of your life, you would probably answer that you wanted to stay at this moment. It feels icky to even think about it because of how cheesy that sounded, but you can’t lie to yourself anymore. Right here in the middle of a celebrating audience. Right here in the middle of the bleachers in some baseball arena. Right here with Seungmin, with his hands gently laying your waist and his eyes intently looking at you with the most beautiful smile on his lips.

“Fuck the list,” you whispered before pulling him closer to you. You kissed him not like how you usually kissed him inside the bedroom, not when you’re both hot and bothered. You kissed him like you meant it. You were never good with words, so you hoped Seungmin could feel what you wanted to say with the way you kissed him.

You felt him smile for a while, pulling away with a hum. “I like you too.”

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Day 6 🎃 Cockwarming & Morning Sex

Carmelo Hayes x f/Reader (18+)

Requested by @hooks-martin

Warnings: Some swearing. Somnophilia. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. NSFW under the cut

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

Christian - Carmelo Hayes

Carmelo Hayes POV:

I have been up for hours now and nothing I feel like is going to help me sleep. I have tried everything.

I even went for a run at the 4 AM but nothing has made me tired. I mean, there is one thing that can make me tired but I don't know if I can just wake her up like that.

I know YN has been working hard and has been putting in some overtime, even though I insisted she didn't have too. That I would take care of her, but she insisted that she pulls her weight around here.

Her little giggle that she does in her sleep brought me back to reality as I looked at her. She had the blanket flung off of her and she was she sleeping in one of my old shirts and a pair of panties.

I felt myself twitch as my eyes trailed over her sleeping body. I knew my hand wouldn't be enough. Not this time.

I hated myself as I placed my hand on her back and gently shook her awake.

"Mmm what is it Christian?" She sleepily asked me as she opened one eye to look at me.

"I need you baby." I said softly to her.

I smiled as I watched YN move over to me and wrap her arms around me. "So tired though Christian."

I pulled her on top of me as she snuggled into my chest. "Go back to sleep then love. I just need you to keep me warm."

YN knew what that ment. This isn't the first time we have done this.

I moved her panties to the side and lifted her just enough for me to slid into her warmth. I growled as I felt her heat surround me.

YN moaned quietly as she felt me stretch her. "Christian." She whimpered, fighting the will to sleep.

"Shh, go to sleep baby. I'll be right here. Yeah that's right fall asleep on my chest." I said as I ran my fingers through her hair as I am having a fighter with myself as I wanted nothing more than to just grip her hips, flip us over and slam her into the bed over and over again until she loses her voice from screaming my name.

But I didn't move. I just ran my fingers through her hair, kissed her head and her temple as her pussy gripped my cock.

At one point she started to squirm and I had to force her to stop moving or I would cum. "Stay still YN." I warned.

She muttered something in her sleep but didn't wake up.

This went on for who knows how long but I couldn't take it anymore.

I slowly started to move my hips up and down. Never once leaving her pussy. Lowly moaning at the feeling of her pussy just gripping just a tad too tight.

I rolled my eyes into the back of my head as I continued to slowly fuck her. Little puffs of air were leaving me as I was once again fighting with myself.

I closed my eyes when I heard the little groans and whines leave her mouth.

I couldn't take it anymore. I placed my one hand on her hip, holding it tightly and the other one went to the back of her head.

The first hard thrust had YN moaning herself awake. "Christian." She gasped, barely awake as my slow, hard thrusts got harder and quicker.

"Fuck, not gonna last YN. Shit. Oh fuck." I couldn't focus on anything beside the feeling of her pussy clenching tight around me.

"Let go Christian." YN groaned into my neck, but I heard her, but I needed to get her off first.

I placed her on her back and crawled down her body before she even knew what was happening.

My lips wrapped around her clit as I thrust two fingers into wet pussy. I made sure to stretch her before added one my finger.

Her hands are gripping the back of my head as I continue to eat her out. My face getting drenched with her juices.

"Gonna cum." She could barely gasp out before she came all over my face and fingers. Her body shaking slightly as I continued to thrust my fingers in her.

The whole time though, my one hand was wrapped around my cock, quickly stroking it.

I got on my knees and thrust into her and fucked her hard and fast. My name fell from her mouth like a chant.

With a roar I finally came. My mouth hanging open as I finally came inside of her. My own body shaking slightly as I continued to cum for what felt like a life time.

"Mmm good morning baby." YN said to me.

"Yeah, a good morning indeed." I told her before I leaned down and gave her a good morning kiss.

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acacia-may · 1 year

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Melting Snowman

Description: 9-year-old Langris Vaude has never liked the cold and would much rather spend his winter days curled up inside by the fire. Thanks to his snow-loving brother and cousin, however, Langris finds himself roped into a day of snowman building, snowball fights, and snow angels. But maybe that isn’t the worst thing ever...

Rating: G

No Warnings Only Fluff Here!

Fandom: Black Clover

Genre: Family Fluff

Characters: Langris Vaude, Finral Roulacase, & their cousin Alina (a lovely OC belonging to @delirious-donna who requested this story)

Part of the Friendsgiving Event 2022 Series, But Stands Alone

Word Count: 2,596

Link to original post on AO3.

Note: All OCs belong to Donna without whom this event would not be possible. Thank you dear! I hope you like this! 💖

Langris frowned and ruffled his hand across his head, trying to shake out some of the snow that gotten caught in his hair. He should have worn a hat rather than earmuffs, but he wasn’t about to leave his brother and cousin alone in the snowy garden to go switch them out. Alina was only six, after all, and even though Finral would be eleven next month, he still acted like he was only six. Who knew what kind of trouble they’d get up to if he wasn’t around?

“Wow! It’s so pretty!” Alina’s eyes widened with wonder as she flittered around the snowy garden making trails of footprints.

“You almost don’t want to step in it and mess it up,” added Finral, his warm breath making a cloud in the icy air as he talked. The heavy snowfall had lightened to a soft sprinkle of snowflakes that tumbled around in the air getting caught in scarves, mittens, and—frustratingly enough—hair. Langris huffed and crossed his arms.

“Maybe we shouldn’t and should just go back inside.” He couldn’t stand the cold, and they’d only end up getting wet and possibly even sick from being out here. Sure, it was pretty enough, but couldn’t they just enjoy it from the indoors where it was warm?

“Oh, come on, Langris. It will be fun!” said Finral, draping an arm over his shoulders. Langris wrinkled his nose and bristled—shaking free from his brother. If he had learned anything in his nine years, it was that he and Finral had vastly different ideas of what was ‘fun.’

Before he could begin to protest, however, Alina slipped her gloved hand into his and smiled up at him with rosy cheeks and a chapped-red nose. “Please Langris. Let’s play!”

Frowning, Langris crossed his arms, but he twisted his mouth to one side as his cousin stared up at him expectantly. He wrinkled his nose and sighed. “Alright, but only for a little while. Then we should go warm up inside by the fire.”

His advice seemed to go unheaded, however, as his brother began immediately gathering snow into a large sphere chuckling, “I know—let’s build a snowman!”

“Yay! Can I help?” asked Alina practically bouncing up and down.

“Of course!” he said with an enthusiastic nod. “You too, Langris.”

Langris huffed. “I don’t—” he began to say, but he stopped as he watched Alina’s face light up as Finral used his spatial portals to stack the spheres of snow that they had gathered into the body of their snowman. Her eyes were wide with wonder, and she had never looked so happy. Langris twisted his mouth again. Alright fine… “Maybe we can use branches for its arms…” he suggested as he went to gather some sticks that had fallen from some nearby trees.

Finral positively beamed at him before he added, “I can get some buttons for its eyes too.”

“And a carrot nose?” Alina suggested with a bright smile.

Nodding excitedly, Finral pulled a carrot and a handful of buttons out of a portal followed by a red scarf. “A scarf too. So he won’t get cold.”

Langris crossed his arms with a huff. “He’s a snowman. How is he going to get cold?”

As Finral merely shrugged his shoulders, Alina said, “Snow is cold, and he’s made of snow so he’s cold too, right?” Langris blinked. He couldn’t quite argue with what his cousin had said, but he still didn’t think it made that much sense.

His brother, of course, was no help and suggested, “Maybe he needs a hat too” before pulling one out of a portal and handing it to Alina. Alina nodded very seriously before she triumphantly put it on the snowman’s head. As she took a step back to admire their work, she tilted her head.

“Can we make another one? So the snowman won’t be lonely and will have someone to play with?”

“Of course. How about a snowlady?” Finral chuckled. “They can be the Lord and Lady Snowman.”

“Or a snow prince and a snow princess!” suggested Alina as she started to gather snow for the snowlady. Langris didn’t think the snowlady looked much different than the snowman, but Alina insisted she was much prettier and Finral, naturally, agreed.

As they put the finishing touches on the snow princess, Finral bowed to their snow people with a gracious, “Your Highnesses” which caused Alina to burst into giggles. His brother looked ridiculous, but Langris’ mouth still twitched in the corners before he frowned again.

“This is silly…” he began to say even as he twisted branches together into a crown of sorts for the snow princess, but Alina cut him off, chuckling behind her gloved hands.

“Look, Langris is frowning just like the snowman.”

“Langris is an awful lot like our snowman isn’t he?” Finral teased.

Flushing, Langris crossed his arms and frowned. He supposed his brother had a point, though Langris would never admit that Finral was actually right about something, of course. Langris scowled as his brother smiled at him. “It’s better than being a soft marshmallow like you,” he huffed with a tint of pink in his cheeks.

Finral, however, just laughed. “Marshmallows are warm—which means I can melt you.” Playfully, he flung his arms around him and pulled him into a hug—even as Langris bristled and wriggled, his cheeks blushing an embarrassing red all the while.

“I can too!” exclaimed Alina also wrapping her arms around him. Despite the warmth in his face, Langris frowned and rolled his eyes.

“Is it working?” chuckled Finral.

“No,” Langris blustered. “Now would you two just knock it off? You’re both ridiculous.” He shook free of his brother and his cousin’s hugs with a pointed glare at each of them that only seemed to cause Finral and Alina to giggle.

“Maybe we should just settle for making one of them smile?” Finral suggested with a bright smile of his own. As Langris glowered at him, Alina laughed harder. “It’ll probably be easier to make the snowman smile, huh?” his brother teased as he pulled a few buttons out of a portal and added them to the snowman’s mouth so it curved in the corners.

“But we can make Langris smile too, right?” asked Alina, blinking back at him with earnest eyes.

His brother’s eyes seemed to twinkle playfully before his brow furrowed thoughtfully. “It might be really hard, but I think I have an idea of how we can do that...”

Langris bristled, but he tilted his head almost haughtily at his brother. “Oh really?” he asked with a dry sarcasm. “And just how do you plan on—?”

He didn’t get to finish his question, however, as in the flash of a spatial portal and movements too quick for him to keep up with, Finral had hit him square in the back with a snowball. Alina laughed and clapped her hands as Langris glared pointedly at his brother who was stifling laughter. “Oh, do you want to have a snowball fight? Is that it?” he huffed, crossing his arms. Finral could no longer contain his laughter, and Langris shook his head slightly, wrinkling his nose. He debated whether or not he should stoop to his brother’s level and start a snowball fight like a child. He was nine years old and a proper noble boy after all—too dignified for such things, but when Finral threw another snowball at him, he scrambled to his knees and started making snowballs to throw right back at him.

“Eep!” exclaimed Alina, and Langris stopped. He blinked guiltily at the splotches of snow on her coat, evidence that the poor girl had gotten caught in the crossfire.

“Are you okay?” Langris asked, but Alina just giggled and threw her own snowball at him—a small one that mostly fell apart in the air, Langris noticed, but it was a start. His mouth began to curve into a smile. The one she threw at his brother was much better.

It wasn’t long before the trio were running around the yard—squealing and giggling as they threw snowballs at each other. Finral and Alina were positively beaming despite being cold and wet, and even Langris himself couldn’t quite stop the smile that tugged at his lips when he managed to hit Finral square in the back of the head when he wasn’t looking. His older brother shook the snow out of his hair and began chasing him around the garden—eventually running into him and an unfortunate Alina who just so happened to be nearby. They all landed in a laughing heep on the snowy ground.

As Langris shook himself free, he laid back and stared up at the snowflakes falling from the sky. It really was pretty, he thought, even if it was cold. He threw out his arms and, surprising even himself, waved them back and forth in the snow.

“Snow angels! That’s a great idea, Langris!” said Finral as he and Alina began making their own angel patterns in the snowy ground.

Langris shrugged, but the tips of his ears turned pink. “Well, I just thought since we were already on the ground anyway…”—he frowned—”thanks to you…”

Chuckling lightly, Finral rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck. “Sorry about that…”

“It’s okay. It was fun!” Alina insisted before she sighed and sank even deeper into the snow. “Can we always do this—whenever it snows? Even when we grow up?”

Sitting up, Langris shook some of the excess snow off of him and crossed his arms, “We’ll look silly if we play in the snow when we’re grown ups.”

“But we’ll have fun,” insisted Finral. As Langris frowned, his brother chuckled but nudged him, “Admit it, you had fun today!”

Langris’ cheeks grew hot. “No.”

“That’s a lie. You smiled,” teased Alina. Langris crossed his arms with a huff, but he could feel that flush of red in his cheeks. That seemed to be enough for Finral and Alina who both laughed with triumphant smiles on their faces. Wrinkling his nose, Langris glowered at them. His cousin and his brother were ridiculous.

“Let’s go in,” he said standing up and turning to head back into the house. “I’m getting cold.”

“But I want to play more,” pleaded Alina. Finral, however, put a gentle hand on her shoulder before standing up himself—brushing snow off of his coat and hair. “I think Langris has a good idea. It’s getting really cold out here, and it’s going to be dark soon too.” Alina’s face fell, and Finral added hurriedly, “But don’t worry, we can definitely do this again someday. Right, Langris?”

Finral turned to him—blinking with his widest puppy-dog eyes. Langris crossed his arms before Alina scampered up from the ground and ran after him begging, “Please. Please, Langris!” Her pleading eyes met his, and he bristled as she took his gloved hand. As Finral threw in a few “Please”s of his own, Langris felt that warmth in his cheeks again despite his best attempts to frown. He shook his head slightly, but his mouth twitched just barely in the corners. They really were so ridiculous…

“Maybe,” he conceded at last to jubilant cheers from Finral and Alina that only made his blush deepen. “But I’m not making any promises…”

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Epilogue:

From between the archways, Langris watched the snowflakes swirling around in the air—a constant, gentle shower that added a fluffy, powdery coat to the already snow-covered garden. Langris sighed. He had never liked the winter weather, even as a child, but his dislike had only grown stronger as he aged and collected a slew of injuries from his years as a magic knight that had the awful habit of aching in the cold, despite having been long-healed. He supposed that was a good excuse, but most of his dislike for the snow was just due to personal preference for curling up next to the fire in a cocoon of blankets rather than catching snowflakes like his brother and cousin were doing now.

If Langris was being honest, they looked rather silly running around and playing in the snow at their age, but Langris supposed he could let it slide, if only because it was for their families. Finral was laughing—running around after his giggling children and Lina’s girls as well while they dodged in and out of the bushes and trees in a flurry of snowballs and spatial portals. Langris shook his head at the dissonant chorus of laughter and playful “Dad!” s, “Uncle Finral!” s and “I’m going to get you!” s. His mouth twitched in the corners. His dumb brother.

“Aren’t you going to play too?” teased Alina as she walked over to him.

Langris sighed. “I think you and Finral have it covered.”

“Oh come on, Langris, it’ll be fun!” she insisted with a playfully pleading face.

“You and I have never really agreed on what ‘fun’ is, Lina,” he said with a tilt of his head.

Alina crossed her arms. “You promised me that we’d still play together in the snow even when we were all grown up.”

“I made no such promise,” he insisted. “In fact, I distinctly remember saying that I wasn’t going to make any promises.”

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud,” called Finral who had paused to catch his breath and to scoop up his youngest who had lost his hat in all of the running around.

Huffing, Langris crossed his arms. Before he could say anything in retort, however, Finral portaled over to them, draping an arm around both Langris and Alina. “Come on, Langris. For old times’ sake.”

Turning from his brother to his cousin, Langris frowned pointedly. “It’s not fair that you’ve ganged up on me like this. I’m not going to—” He stopped as he felt a tiny gloved hand slip into his. His brow furrowed. “Sera?”

Seraphina was Lina’s youngest, and even though she was only his cousin, he considered her as much his niece as any of Finral’s children. As she had been the baby of the extended family for the past couple of years, everyone had quite the soft spot for her, even Langris who couldn’t help but see her mother in her—especially as she stared up at him with familiar wide eyes and begged, “Please play.”

“Yes, please play ‘Uncle Langris,’” echoed her mother who blinked at him with much the same expression in her eyes.

“How can you say no to that?” said Finral as he playfully shook some of the snow out of his hair and onto Langris’ coat. Langris glared at him, but his mouth twitched in the corners as his brother’s attention was pulled away by the delighted squeals of his children. Turning back to Sera, Langris quirked an eyebrow and held a finger to his lips before he gathered some nearby snow as quickly as he could—throwing it at Finral when he wasn’t looking.

Gasping, Finral whipped around towards Langris as he shook the snow off in mock offense. “That was a cheap shot,” he protested, but a beaming smile spread across his entire face.

Alina burst into laughter, and Sera giggled—shouting, “Run!” as she took off towards her sister and cousins.

Langris twisted his mouth. “Alright fine,” he conceded with a slight shrug of his shoulders before he smirked at his brother and took off after his niece. After all, what was a little cold to a melting snowman?

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# My Hero Academia

# Haikyuu

# Attack on Titan

Dauntless (not a popular one, but come on!! 😩)

√ Demon slayer

Seraph of the End

# Naruto & Boruto (Probably just AUs or filler fluff—I never finished it, but I like a lot of the characters and story, just not the way it was executed)

# Jujutsu Kaisen

√ Overwatch

√ Rainbow Six Siege

Maneater

# That time I got reincarnated as a slime

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Goblin slayer

Among Us (not complicated, so yay!)

√ Genshin Impact

Bungou Stray Dogs

Detroit Become Human

Original/ No Fandom

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Name's Iksys (he/him). Kinda really questioning. :')

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Know how ageless blogs are a nuisance, so here; I'm 17. There ya go, not hiding or lying. (9 months left for the blog to turn 18+)

Art student, introvert and a (not good) gamer. Deprived of energy and likes to learn languages; English is my second, currently learning Spanish, Korean and Japanese (focused on Spanish mostly). Native language's Hungarian.

Likes dark humor, stand up comedies, listening to music for hours every single day and watching videos. I also write fanfictions (but that one's pretty obvious) and I'm incredibly shy and awkward with strangers for the first few times. But I'm always happy to reply and I'm told it's nice to have a conversation with me 'cause I'm very open and don't degrade others for having different opinions than me.

I also very much suck at summaries, introductions and the likes.

#ikoodboy

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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hey! can I request a sam or dean (your choice) x reader where one of them is patching the others wounds after a hunt? maybe they're both crushing but haven't admitted it? 🤭 please and tysm! ❤

Dental Floss and Whiskey

Description: Imagine you are patching up the some of the boys and they're heavily crushing.

Warnings: None. Just some fluffy "I'm accidentally going to admit to you that I like you, but only because I'm injured and kind of out of it."

Dean Winchester:

He cursed like a sailor when that needle pierced into his skin. The two of you had just came back from a hunt that was finished, but not unscathed.

"Ouch, you fucking did that on purpose, Y/N." You shook your head as you continued.

You had to sit on Dean's lap while you worked, the wound was in an awkward place on his chest and merely sitting beside him was not going to go anywhere.

"You want this done or not crybaby?" You grumbled, reaching for the bottle of whiskey he'd been drinking. Popping off the cap you poured it on the wound as Dean hissed through his teeth.

"Y/N you are fucking lucky that I like you-" He stopped himself, as the two of you stared into each others eyes.

Well this was interesting.

Hopping off of his lap you patted his chest, cleaning up the supplies to set them back in your bag. You sighed, as you started towards the door. Dean sheepishly looked at you as you snagged his car keys from the hook.

"I'm taking Baby to get something to eat. Want anything?" You offered.

"The hell if you are." He said standing up to stretch.

"I'll go with you." He continued, practically pushing you out the door.

"I'll even let you drive."

Sam Winchester:

"What the hell were you thinking Sammy? You told me you wouldn't go alone." You smacked him upside the head as you picked the bullet shrapnel from his leg.

"Hey the ghost picked up the gun and threw it at me. It was not my fault that it hit the ground and fired." You continued to shake your head.

This is how it always went. Sam in particular went out on his own when Dean was off doing angel business with Castiel, and while the others were not around much, you were left with the aftermath of Sam's big ideas.

"You know you could have called me and I would have went with you. Better yet, you should have told me where you were going in the first place." You nagged, standing up to changed your gloves.

While you were away, Sam's eyes disrespectfully checked you out as you bent over to dig through your duffel bag for the first aid kit.

"I can tell you're looking at my ass Sam. Was not born yesterday." Sam laughed and you followed shortly after.

"If you like what you see, you can always tell me. Don't just have to look and sit idly by." You added.

"I would, unfortunately I just have a bullet in my leg that still needs attention." he flirted.

"Hm, maybe next time then?" you reciprocated.

You heard a groan coming from the bathroom.

"Will you two just screw already. It's getting downright annoying listening to the both of you." Dean hollered.

You and Sam share a laugh again.

"Maybe-" Sam began but you interrupted him.

"Ask me again when you are 100% okay, Big Guy?"

Gabriel (Floof):

"Don't need you to patch me up sugar." The archangel cooed, running a hand against your shoulder.

"But you do. Here let me heal you." he says.

"Gabriel-please stop touching my ass."

#spn #supernatural #spnfandom #jensen ackles #spn supernatural #supernatural spn #jensen ackled #spn fandom #dean x reader #Gabriel supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #the winchesters #fanfic #supernatural fanic #fanfiction

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icyowl · 2 years

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Bokuto sees you cry for the first time

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Request: “I saw the u were doing prompts and I RAN over here. Maybe a Boktuo seing reader cry for the first time, him being the cause of it? I really like the “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” one... maybe? Too specific? Comfort at the end?

I feel like I ask too much. Your writing is awesome. BYE” 2.8k words.

A/N: I’m sorry if it has less description than most of my other stuff, I had a lot of the dialogue written and so the description had to be added in.

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Your heart drummed to a steady war beat when the front door lock began to grate and shimmy. It had taken hours to process your thoughts, wade through the downpour of disparaging emotions, and tonight had been the singular, simplistic straw that had finally broken apart the last of your strength and left you considering anything that might resolve the gap that had split you apart from the man coming through the front door.

Bokuto looked at the outfit you’d had no energy to change out of after tonight's blunder, the makeup you wore, the cloudy eyes looking back at him, mutely screaming their struggles with cries of air and dust. “What’s the occasion?”

“You didn’t get my messages?”

He remembered seeing it in the bottom of his bag when he was packing at the end of the day. “Crap, sorry baby, didn’t even check my phone.”

“Wh-here were you?”

Even now Bokuto had little haste or worry while he came into the room, bags and shoes and other items cast away in his casual wake. He’d always been perceived as the ditsy one by others, but you knew that was simply a misinterpretation of his joy and enthusiasm. It was what made loving him so easy–it was infectious and you wanted to be around that kind of person always. Right now, though? Not only was his absentmindedness obvious… it hurt. It hurt to have such powerful sadness and strife in your mind and heart while the guy across from you didn’t even feel attuned to your enough to register a problem in the first place. “Finishing up some stuff at the gym.”

“And that’s why you didn’t check your phone?”

Only now did Bokuto begin to feel the calmest breezes of his mistakes. He felt like he was walking through the shadows, right into a trap. “I know its stupid, I won’t let it happen again.”

“You said that last time.” You spoke like a wind had passed through your bones. The frustration and self-pity descended to a cool numbness that had made your tone ghoulish and dead. He didn’t even sound apologetic. Was all this–the trust, the vulnerability, the affection and secrets and late night whispers–all for naught? Were you doomed to be little more than part of a statistic when it once seemed the man in front of you was so different from the rest?

“What’s up? You seem kinda down?”

You would have laughed at the audacity he was showing.

“You said you’d come to dinner tonight, remember?”

“Oh, no…” Bokuto brought his hands into his hair in a show of genuine apology, “your friends were there, weren’t they? The ones you wanted to introduce me to?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner tomorrow at your favorite place to make up for it?”

The silence that occupied the space between you two lasted far longer than it ever had before. Bokuto for his credit was beginning to see how his actions had truly distorted you beyond what he could endure. Your face, though he couldn’t see it clearly with the angle you were holding it at, was altogether broken and flat. He knew he had caused it but any attempts he would or should have made to bring you back to him left his mind in a vacant whoosh. Bokuto was afraid to do anything at all because he knew himself and he knew he wasn’t good or skilled enough to fix the damage he had caused to your heart. All he had done was to try and save you some heartache and just like so many things before, he’d messed it all up. Convincing you to be with him was the best accomplishment he’d made and here he was squandering it.

“What aren’t you telling me? I know somethings up, so why won’t you talk to me?”

“It’s not like that.” Bokuto left his spot on the couch in a need to create space. There was a chance the emotions he’d been hiding could catch fire and burn you whole if he wasn’t careful. “I’ve just been busy! There’s no reason to worry about me.”

“Can you sit down with me? Please?”

And how on earth and in heaven could he deny you when your eyes spoke so cleanly? There was a wobble in your throat when you spoke next and he was sure your bodies had become linked over time because his own voice box began to burn with emotion too.

“I’m not saying this in a way to make you feel bad, so please don’t take any of this the wrong way, okay? I just, I felt really embarrassed tonight. When they saw me calling and calling, they all looked at each other like they pitied me–or thought I was pitiful–I don’t know. They told me you didn’t deserve me, and I know that’s not true. I know you’re amazing and kind and funny and everything I could ask for… but I’m not… I don’t think our relationship is where it used to be or where it should be.”

“They don’t know what they’re talking about.” Bokuto cut in. “We’re great together! I’m sorry about tonight, I really am, but it was an honest mistake!”

“Was it?”

The silence was thick. His anger began to take over the other thoughts telling him to stop, to speak the truth, to hold you and refuse to let go. Such implications in your voice began to strike his insecurities repeatedly… it made him defensive… viscous. “What?” He asked incredulously.

“I texted Hinata. You left the gym early today.” Your voice was quiet, deadly.

“Then why did you ask where I was?”

“Because I was hoping you’d tell me the truth! Why am I finding out about your day from your friend?”

“So you trust his word over mine?”

“When you skip out on me three times in the last month, yeah, I turn to your friends to get a little insight! Especially when you won’t talk to me!”

“Then tell me to my face if you have a problem!”

“I’ve tried! You’re never home or you never answer your phone or you try to hang up right away. I just want to know about your life and be in it. Why is that so bad?”

“Because you don’t need to be in this part of it!” Bokuto tried to speak the truth without using any of the needed words, like some sick and twisted guessing game. He was trying to save you some stress and grief and all that got accomplished was making you angry. All the secrecy and sacrifice and all Bokuto got in return was venom and distance between the two of you. He couldn’t deal with that, not from you of all people.

“The volleyball part?”

“Yes–ugh, no!”

“You were contacting the physical therapist again, weren’t you?”

“Why do you wanna know so bad?”

“I’m trying to tell you! I want to be in your life! So what if you’re talking to a PT, I don’t care!”

“Fine, you found me out! I was talking to my physical therapist, there, happy?”

“Of course I’m not happy, you felt the need to lie to me for some reason! I was left alone tonight, feeling like a damn moron in front of all my friends. If you’re just talking about physical therapy with your physical therapist then why all the diversions?”

The fear and wildness in your eyes could only be matched by the same feelings Bokuto felt in his own heart. You didn’t know that, however. How could you? All you wanted at the start of this day was to show off your boyfriend to your friends and gloat a little because you knew the absolute catch you’d managed to snag, and now you’d be lucky to get back to that level of trust with him at all… maybe you’d consider it a win just to end this night without tears. As well as you and Bokuto fit together, as bright as the passion burned, the relationship was still relatively young. He didn’t need to see you cry. Yes, he was hurting you right now, and try as you might to show him what he’d done, you still adored those amber eyes spearing into you, those silly knee pad/leg warmers, the energy and the light so often radiating from him–the same kind you seemed to be snuffing out. How could you feel guilty about your actions after what he was doing to you? Were you really in so deep as to worry about his feelings in the midst of such an argument?

“Dr. Haruka didn’t have a problem when I couldn’t meet with her.”

And just like that, you didn’t feel nearly as bad about hurting his feelings.

“When did that happen? You told me she lived across the country.”

“She does. She travels a lot, we were gonna get lunch together again but I had a date with you.”

“You’ve met her and you never even told me?” You asked.

“Oh it’s not like I’m sleeping with her, although maybe I’d be less stressed if I was.”

Your heart exploded. Figuratively, obviously, but the pain felt very literal. It was the kind that left you all at once in a swift wave before drowning you in the next moment. You made an unfamiliar noise of anguish in spite of your attempts to keep everything behind the facade but Bokuto realized his mistake long before then. He rushed to you, too scared to touch you yet wanting to be there all the same. You were folding in on yourself physically, mentally. Bokuto could almost see the walls going up around your heart with the express purpose of keeping him at bay and he felt his knees grow weak for a reason other than soreness this time.

“Shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that, wait–”

“I don’t feel–” you swallowed to try and clear a path so you could get even half a good breath in. The desperate action stung and burned like acid. “--very good right now. I’m going to take a bit of a break.”

Bokuto wanted to stop you but was afraid what you would do to lash out if he did. You escaped to the bedroom, a scared and weary stray in search of something, anything, that might take you away from here. He never imagined in his worst nightmares you’d ever try to get away from him; it made his strength vanish with you until he could do nothing but watch the door close more gently than he deserved.

Now that you were shielded from his potent gaze the ocean you’d kept away flooded you, body and soul, until it burst vigorously from your eyes. Your chest spasmed with the feeble effort of keeping it all from completely overtaking your system; it didn’t work. What did escape was a soft and delicate cry that betrayed just how weak you’d been made to feel. Those words hurt more coming from him than anyone else. Bokuto had seemed to say it so easily; you knew he was a good person and it was unintentional, but it was hard to focus on that when the pain was insurmountable. Even now with him out of sight you couldn’t stop feeling small, miniscule even. How could he say that, even as an accident? How could one person hold your heart so completely?

Bokuto was at the other side of the door now after he’d heard a sound that made his belly quiver like he’d run until he was nauseous. “Are you crying?” Another wimper of pain came through the door. “No, baby, please, please breathe for me, that was uncalled for.”

You spoke out through the tears before you could stop yourself. “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” It was a terrible thing to say, but then again, you felt pretty terrible yourself. If this was it and he really wanted to end things with you, you hoped he’d hear your pleas and still possess enough affection to spare you even a little. What you didn’t know was how much those words would take him by the throat and strangle the life right out of him. He bit into his fist hard enough to leave teeth marks.

God damnit he wanted to rip this door off the wall–maybe he could have, but he didn’t have the spine to try the handle to see if it was locked. Bokuto knew if it was, it might just break him in two, and if it wasn’t then he’d open the door and more than anything he respected you enough to value your privacy… even if it aged his soul by the second to do so. He’d done all of this to you and it wasn’t even his intention. What if, in some twisted reality, he actually tried to hurt you? How much harm could he cause? He felt evil for doing this to you. Every cry he heard nearly drove him positively mad and physically ill.

Undeserving couldn’t begin to describe his emotional state. Still though, even if you hated him from now on, he’d do what he could with the tools he had to ease your troubles. “My chest–it hurts not to be able to get to you. It feels weird, I’ve never–just, open the door if you can.”

It took time, but when you did, he felt a little bit of life carried on the breeze and inhaled back into his body. “I’ve never heard you cry before.” He said, rather than pointing out your inflamed face or aching eyes because in truth he didn’t even notice any of it. All he knew was how small and unprotected you looked. Before, Bokuto couldn’t tell the truth and it had gotten you to this point, so in his perhaps simple mind, the way to fix it was to do the opposite.

“It’s my knees. First the right, now both have been bothering me. It’s why I’ve gotten better compression sleeves, and why we haven’t… you know. That’s all Dr. Haruka and me have been talking about I swear. Coach referred me to her because she’s the best, but because she’s so good, she’s super busy. If I don’t talk to her when I can, it can be weeks until her next availability.

“It’s not just the occasional meetings either. Doctors, PT, and massage appointments, phone calls, prescribed exercises, rest, ice; I didn’t want to do any of it at home and have you find out. I was hoping if I didn’t answer the phone, you’d think I was practicing. I’d even wait after practice for the marks from the knee braces to go away so you wouldn’t know.” Then he disappeared without a word and you were left stunned until he came back with his phone in hand, thrusting it to you. “Here. Look at the messages so I can prove there’s nothing that’s been going on between her and I. Look through it all if you want.”

After everything that just happened, nothing was left but the final vestiges of strength you had to stay upright. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and forget this happened.

“Can…” Bokuto began with trepidation. “Can I hug you? You’re still crying a little and it's kinda killing me not to be over there.”

He acted like ‘over there’ was several miles instead of several inches. It was endearing and very much like him. The tiniest of nods was all you had time for before he swooped down and all but threw you into his chest. You had a bit of a hard time believing his knees had problems at all when he picked you up and sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. The lack of composure and strength still made you nervous to be seen like this, so closely now too, but his touch was gentle on your cheeks while he patiently dried and then kissed them.

“I know I did and said the wrong things and it hurt you. I’m sorry for causing you pain. Seeing you like that, because of me? I felt like a stranger to you. I mean who would do that to their girlfriend? I–”

“It’s ok–”

“It’s not okay. It’s not. Seeing you like that, it felt like someone had my heart in their hands and they were just twisting and pulling and yanking. I’ll tell you about everything, but right now you and I need some cuddles.”

Bokuto unceremoniously flopped back with you held tightly to his chest. There was little more to do other than get comfy and listen to the sound of his strong heart under the shirt in your hands. A tiny snicker seemed weird coming from him in the moment and you looked up into a pair of blazing eyes.

“It’s just kind of funny to think about it. She’s married with kids, and just celebrated her 58th birthday.”

#bokuto x reader #first time seeing you cry #io has ideas

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shirakumos-sandwich-shop · 3 years

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🍂Zhongli x fem reader 🍂

🍂Single Dad, modern au. 🍂

Feat. Xiao as a kid cause why not.

(Idk why I wrote this, let me just die of embarrassment while I post it anyway.)

“Did you have a good day at school Xiao?” You asked the tiny four year old.

“No.” He said bluntly.

“Why not? Did something happen?” You crouched down to his level.

“Ajax was mean to me again.” The little one whimpered. “He said my hair was stupid.”

You made a mental note to tell the child’s father once he got home.

“That’s not nice of him.” You tousled the boy’s colorful locks. “Don’t listen to him, your hair is perfect.”

“You think so?” He gave you big round golden puppy eyes that made your heart melt.

“Yes of course I do!” He smiled at your words. His little arms held out asking for you to pick him up. You scooped him into your arms and carried him off to the car. He was tiny but still heavy.

“Y/n?” He questioned.

“Yes Xiao?” You smiled.

“Why doesn’t daddy pick me up from school?” He said sadly.

“Your daddy has to work.”

“Oh…” the little one sighed. “Why does daddy work so much?”

“He has a very important job.” You answered.

You got to the car and buckled him into the car seat.

“Ajax said my dad works for dead people! Is that true?”

“What?” It took you a second to realize he meant the funeral parlor. “No sweetie, he doesn’t work for dead people.” You didn’t want to traumatize him with the details at such a young age.

You got into the driver's seat and drove out of the school parking lot. He was quiet all the way home and just stared out the window. After a short drive you pulled into the driveway of the large house. You let Xiao out of his car seat and he held his arms out to you to be held. He certainly was a clingy child. You carried him through the quiet house to the living room and set him down.

“I’m gonna make you a snack, is there anything you want?” You asked him.

“Almond tofu!” He exclaimed.

“You can’t have that for every meal, Xiao.” You chided.

“Oh..” he thought hard. “Apples then… but can I have just a bite of almond tofu?” He persisted.

“Would you rather have some now or save it till dessert? Cause I know you’ll ask for it again after dinner.”

“Fine… I’ll wait.” He sighed.

You patted his head and went to fix him a plate of sliced apples, you added some crackers and juice for good measure and brought it to him. He nibbled on the snacks happily and then decided it was time to color.

Time went on like this till nightfall. Xiao drew a dragon that he wanted to give to his dad. He was really just the cutest. You checked the clock, Xiao’s father should be back soon. It was getting late and Xiao was getting peckish again so you decided to get dinner ready for them so they could eat when he came back from work. You went to the kitchen and started preparing a good meal of chicken, rice, and vegetables.

“What about almond tofu?” The persistent child asked.

“I’ll do that next.” You calmed him. You went ahead and got started on the dessert so it would be ready later. Cooking wasn’t really required in your job description but you did it once in a while. The boy’s father always seemed to be so tired when he got back.

You heard the door open and Xiao scrambled to run to the door.

“Daddy!” You heard his exclaim from the other room. “Look what y/n helped me draw today!”

“That’s amazing!” You heard him reply. “Let’s go put it on the fridge!”

Zhongli entered the kitchen with his son dragging him by the hand. He looked very tired but tried to be energetic for his excited child.

“Hello, y/n.” Zhongli said softly.

“Hello, I went ahead and made dinner for you.”

“Oh you didn’t have to..”

“It’s okay, I wanted to. There is enough for leftovers. Let me just finish Xiao’s favorite and I’ll be on my way.”

“Would you just like to stay for dinner?” He asked.

“Oh no I couldn’t impose.” You blushed nervously.

“You're not imposing, you made the dinner after all.” He smiled at you awkwardly. “We’d love to have you stay, right Xiao?”

The little one jumped up and down and ran to hug your leg.

“Please stay, y/n.” He gave you the irresistible puppy eyes again.

“Of course, I’ll stay. I can’t say no to you.” You ruffled his colorful hair.

Zhongli smiled to himself while he witnessed the interaction. No one had been able to get Xiao to open up like you had. He used to be such a quiet child until you came along. Maybe it was just his imagination but he felt that you were having a similar effect on him as well.

You felt a bit awkward at dinner, Zhongli had never invited you to stay before. Your crush on him was driving you crazy, thinking of all the reasons he could have asked you to stay. You were just Xiao’s nanny so you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. Throughout dinner Zhongli grew more comfortable as the evening continued. It felt natural having the three of you there together. He wondered as he always did when he saw you, if you might be the answer he was looking for. Xiao had always been begging him for a mother. Zhongli wanted to make him happy, he tried to go on dates but no one seemed to fit. No one except you. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered asking you out, but every time he considered saying something it didn’t seem like the right time.

“Y/n! Come read bedtime story!” Xiao was already dragging you off by the hand to his room. Zhongli cleaned up the dishes and then followed you to the boy’s room. It would be a difficult task getting you out of Xiao’s clutches so you could go home and get some rest. He was also feeling the fatigue of the day and felt like he could fall asleep any second. He found the pair in Xiao’s room looking at books. The little boy already had a stack of all his favorites that he wanted to read with you. The little one looked up happily at his father when he entered the room.

“Xiao, I’m sure y/n needs to get home and rest. Why don’t you save the books for another time?” Zhongli told the boy.

Xiao’s eyes widened and nearly teared up. He looked at you for confirmation.

“Y/n? You don’t have to leave yet do you?” The little one whimpered. He gave you the adorable puppy eyes once again.

“I can read one book with you.” you looked up at Zhongli. “Is that okay? I’d hate to disappoint him, he’s so excited.” Zhongli smiled at you and wondered how he could possibly deserve someone like you.

“As long as your not too tired.” He agreed.

Xiao looked at his bed skeptically. It was not big enough for all three of you. He was accustomed to his father laying on his bed with him while being read to. With you there now there was simply not enough room. He came to a quick conclusion on how to fix the problem and grabbed onto both your hand and Zhongli’s and led you off to his father’s room. He climbed up on the big bed and waited expectantly. You blushed at the idea of even just sitting on his bed. Zhongli had similar thoughts and looked away awkwardly. Xiao had already opened the book and was sitting there expectantly. Neither of you wanted to disappoint him so you went and sat on either side of the child.

Xiao nestled into the crook of your arm and gave you the book to read. As you started reading you felt yourself get more comfortable and sleepy. You were so sleepy you became unaware of Zhongli’s arm behind your shoulders or the adoring glances he gave you.

Zhongli was drifting off as well, it had been a long day for him. And now with you leaning against him and quieting his mind with the story you were reading he felt at peace. Your head fell onto his shoulder and he sleepily pulled you closer. The scent of your hair was the last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep. Xiao stood up on his tiny legs and patted your head and then Zhongli’s.

“Lumine said that only mommies and daddies sleep in the same bed..” his little brain tried to work out what this meant. He climbed off the bed and jumped on his own bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

Zhongli woke to find you cuddled against his chest with his arms around you. He gently tucked your now messy hair out of your face and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped when you saw who you were snuggled against and jerked back from his touch.

“I��m sorry.” You squeaked. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I should go.” You scrambled out of bed and made for the door.

“Y/n wait!” He jumped up and hugged you from behind. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “Y/n, I really like you.”

You twisted around in his arms to look at him.

“I like you too Zhongli.”

He smiled softly at your words and looked at your lips. You melted into his arms as he leaned down to kiss you. It was short, sweet, and perfect. He pulled away and gave you an unusually mischievous look. You squealed as he scooped you up and carried you back to the bed. He peppered you with kisses and held you close. You snuggled against him as he pulled the bed covers up over you.

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have work. Want to stay here for a while?”

You nodded at his request and pressed a kiss to his lips. At this moment Xiao came in search of the two of you. He climbed up on the bed and you gasped in surprise. He bounced his way into your arms and giggled. The little boy snuggled between you and Zhongli.

“Does this mean you’re my mommy now?” He asked seriously. You blushed furiously but Zhongli just looked at you happily.

“I hope so.” He told his son.

You blushed even harder and hid yourself in his chest. And so the three of you cuddled in bed until Xiao announced he wanted breakfast.

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