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hanggarae · 9 months

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when you spoke to me..

doctor!joshua x f!reader 4.1k words, readers ex keeps texting her to take him back, fake dating au, honestly doesn’t focus much on joshua being a doctor other than at the beginning but he still is a rich doctor, fluff, angst, one sided love (?) (you’ll get it when u read it), part of waves will take us far away series !

why were hospital layouts so complicated sometimes? now you’re accidentally in the room of a really cute doctor embarrassing yourself while you fumble with your phone trying to find the correct room your friend was in.. but wait is he smiling at you?

“you what?” you screamed to your friend over the phone, “who the hell is stupid enough to go on a hike when they have a broken leg?”

“ankle. it’s a broken ankle. besides it all worked out in the end right? at least everything with cheol got cleared up” she giggled, and you sighed remembering the crush she’d developed on her doctor of all people.

“yeah yeah i guess, look you get some rest i’ll come visit you tomorrow with jeonghan. feel better alright!” you let out another deep sigh when your friend hung up. you loved her but she really did make some terrible decisions sometimes.

the bed sheets were warm beneath you, it’d started getting warmer as spring approached and you knew you were definitely grateful for it. the cold weather always made the skin on your hands rough.

the notification sound on your phone went off. confused you checked your phone again in case it was from your friend. you let out a groan when you read who the text was from. ‘i’m sorry i miss you’ read the text from your ex. you’d blocked him weeks ago but he kept finding ways to contact you through new or his friends’ accounts. annoyed, you put your phone on mute and put your head on your pillow ready to sleep.

balloons tied to your wrist and three gift bags resting on your forearms, you walked through the hospital halls keeping a lookout for any staff that could help you find where the room you were looking for was.

you didn't usually visit this hospital so you weren’t familiar with the setting. room 139. you just passed 122 so surely you can't be far, right? after walking for a few more minutes, you found room 139. something seemed off though.

you were sure jeonghan had told you that he was already here and after peeking your head in, you couldn’t catch sight of him. weird. maybe he just stepped out to grab something. oh well.

pushing the door open you could've cried at the sight in front of you. yeah you were right to be wary. instead of your friends you were met with an elderly man currently getting a cast on his arm.

“i am so so sorry” you said breathlessly as you tried to get out of the room. before you did, your eyes met with the second doctor in the room, was he.. laughing at you? ‘jerk’ you rolled your eyes before walking out of the room.

turning on your heel, you gave one last apology before trying to find the correct room. before you could make it far, you felt someone grab onto your arm to get your attention. ‘what the hell did he want?’

“can i help you?” you told him curtly.

“i can help you if you need actually. i’m guessing you’re here to visit someone and it wasn’t that man back there” he smiled at you. okay now you felt bad. he was just a cute doctor that wanted to help you out.

“oh.. thank you” you smiled at him, “uh this was the room that my friend has told me. i’m visiting her, she had a fractured ankle..”

“oh!” his eyes widened, “do you know who your friend’s doctor is? is it choi seungcheol?”

“oh that’s right!”

“yeah come with me i’ll take you to where it is. you were in the wrong ward”

you frowned. why would the hospital use the same numbering system for every ward? it’s so over complicated. whatever. at least you were getting there now. you continued to follow doctor.. well actually what was his name?

“excuse me doctor? what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking”

“hm? oh i’m doctor hong but you can call me joshua i don’t mind” he smiled again at you, and when you saw it you don’t know how you managed to dislike him at first when he had such a kind smile. “and what’s your name?”

“my name’s yn. sorry for making you go through all this trouble by the way, you must’ve been busy”

“oh no don’t worry about it, i wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t want to”

after about ten minutes of walking joshua showed you to where the room was, and you saw all of your friends. thanking joshua one more time you made your way in before waving back at him.

when visiting hours were done, you and jeonghan we’re making it out of the hospital together before you heard your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket.

you groaned at how it kept going, knowing it meant that it was your ex that found another way to contact you.

“you know, this should be considered borderline harassment at this point. he won’t leave you alone!” jeonghan sounded annoyed when you both confirmed it was your ex texting again, “he’s got no shame too, he’s the one who cheats and now he’s begging to have you back”

“i don’t even care anymore, i planned on getting a new phone and number soon anyway. so he can have fun texting the phone that nobody’s using” you sighed, exasperated at his efforts.

you’d told him weeks ago to stop contacting you, that no matter how much he did this wasn’t going to ‘win you back’. he was a terrible human being and you didn’t want anything to do with him.

“oh? yn?” you heard a familiar voice call out not too far from where you and jeonghan were.

turning to identify where the sound was coming from, you relaxed when you saw it was the doctor that helped you earlier.

“hi joshua, you getting off work now?” you waited for him to catch up to you.

“yeah. hey jeonghan” he waved to the man smiling deviously next to you, “uh yn do you have a ride home?”

“she doesn’t! i had to meet my parents for dinner right after so i couldn’t” before you could answer jeonghan was already doing it for you, faking a pout. “but hey, you could take yn home, couldn’t you shua?”

“if that’s okay with you yn i’d be happy to” joshua smiled at you again, that same too sweet smile.

“if it’s not any trouble to you” you told him sheepishly, “then i’d really appreciate it”

joshua’s car was nice, you could tell he took good care of it, making sure everything in the glove compartments were organised and that the seats were as clean as the carpets. you’d spent the time talking and getting to know each other. falling into conversation with joshua was too easy, almost as if you’d known each other for years. you’d learnt about how much of a kind person he was, but he never bragged about it, just about how incredibly grateful he was to be able to give to others. there was no way someone as nice as him really existed. and he looked that good too? oh it really wasn’t fair.

but you can really never have too much of a good thing because here came the 703rd call from your ex in the last few weeks. groaning you decline it but then came the bombardment of texts saying how he ‘loved you and didn’t mean it’.

“is that your boyfriend?” joshua asked, and if you weren’t so distracted with blocking the new number he was contacting you from, you would’ve caught the masked disappointment in his voice.

“thankfully no. but i don’t want to bother you with the whole story” you turned to look at him, but he was silently telling you to go on, like he doesn’t mind if you vented to him despite only knowing him a few hours. from what jeonghan had told you after being friends with joshua for a few months now, he was definitely a good listener. “he’s my ex. we’d broken up like a year ago or something but a few weeks ago he kept trying to reach out again out of nowhere. i’m guessing he realised that no girl wanted him so he thought i’d take him back”

“and what he’s just been bothering you for the last few weeks? have you tried telling the authorities?”

“i’ve thought about it but he’s harmless. i saw him at the store about a week ago and he didn’t even approach me. he’s all bark and no bite. i think if he sees i’m with someone else he’ll definitely back off” you sighed rubbing at your temples, you could feel yourself getting a headache already.

“are you? with someone else i mean?” he looked nervous. it was so cute.

“no, but why do you ask?” you asked him with a teasing lilt in your voice.

“well, my parents have been annoying me for weeks about finding a partner. so how about we just help each other out and pretend we’re going out with one another?”

it honestly was a good idea but you couldn’t help feel a little disappointed that it would just be fake dating. joshua was fun though so you’d push back your own brief hurt in favour of at least hanging out with him more often.

‘morning !! do u think u can meet me at this cafe at around 3 today ? need to ask u smth’ read the text that joshua had sent you today. it had been a few weeks since he drove you home and you’d both been texting back and forth getting to know each other more, and he mentioned that you both might have to meet soon last night. you texted him back, and agreed to meeting up. after getting ready, you left the apartment at around 2:30 to get to the cafe that joshua had told you about.

you texted joshua again to let him know you were outside and he told you that he was waiting at the table near the window on the left. when you stepped in you found him immediately. he was dressed casually, you’re guessing he didn’t have work today.

“hey, do you want me to grab you something to drink?” he smiled at you, helping you with your things.

you looked over the menu before he recommended something, promising you it would be good as he’d visited the cafe a lot. he went to place the order before joining you again at the table.

“did you have work off today?” you asked him.

“oh yeah, i don’t usually work fridays” he took a sip of his drink, “but anyway. the reason i asked you here was because i was wondering if you could come with me to some dinner my aunt’s hosting this weekend. her daughter graduated and my parents mentioned they wanted to meet you”

this weekend? that’s so sudden. i mean it’s not like you really had any plans anyway but it was still really sudden, “i’m free so i can go just.. well how formal is this dinner? like should i dress up or..” you trailed off, mentally trying to remember everything in your closet and if you had something fit for the occasion.

“it’s pretty formal i guess” he said sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck, “it’s at some fancy restaurant and i’m going wearing a suit. of course if you need me to i can definitely help you find a dress!”

“don’t worry about it” you laughed, pulling out your phone so you could find a picture. “i have a few formal ones but this is one i wore to my friend’s engagement party a couple months back, you think this’ll be alright?”

joshua looked at the picture, lips curving up into a smile before he met your gaze, “you look really pretty in that dress”

you flushed, taking a sip of your drink while thinking of a way to not let him get the upper hand, he can’t make you fall for him it wouldn’t be fair.

“thanks.. i just remembered! i have a high school reunion on the 30th. are you busy that day? i’m pretty sure it’s a friday”

you saw joshua frown thinking over it before opening what you’re guessing is his calendar app on his phone, “nope. i don’t have anything that day so i can go with you”

“great! my ex should be there too so after that he should stop bothering me too”

maybe it was all just in your head but you felt like you saw joshua tense a little at the mention of your ex, “has he texted you since?”

“i think he’s finally getting the hint. he doesn’t text as much anymore thankfully”

you were finishing up the last touches on your makeup when you heard someone ring your doorbell. you checked the camera to see it was joshua, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. you let him in, instantly taking note of his appearance.

you could hardly appreciate it from the cameras but in person you could see in detail how the suit he was wearing hugged his figure so well. the suit itself was black paired with a white button up and a purple tie.

“i remembered your dress was purple and thought i’d match the tie with it” joshua told you sheepishly when he saw how focused you were on it. “these are for you! i saw jeonghan today and asked him to make a bouquet for me”

you took the flowers, grinning at his thoughtfulness and thanking him, “is jeonghan still trying to win over your guys’ surgeon friend?”

joshua laughed at your comment, remembering how jeonghan had once called him at 3am to know what type of flowers his friend likes, “yeah he is. think she’ll say yes any day now”

you hummed, nodding. “how much time until we have to be there by the way?”

“about 45 minutes, it’ll only take us fifteen minutes to get there from here” he told you, checking his watch that you could just tell was expensive. you nodded again, telling him you’ll be right out after putting your dress on and grabbing a few things.

joshua waited on your couch for you to finish getting ready, scrolling through his phone to pass time. after a few minutes, he looked up when he heard you clear your throat nervously.

“you look amazing, yn. really, you do” and joshua wasn’t lying. he always thought you were pretty and right now was no different. but joshua bit back those thoughts though, admitting to himself would mean he’d also have to admit that he can’t ever have you. “so uh, you ready to go?” joshua winced at the lump in his throat and the way his voice cracked ever so slightly, and he was grateful for the fact that you were checking over the things in your purse one last time so you didn’t notice it.

you nodded and the both of you made your way to his car.

joshua was oddly quiet on the car ride, opting to just play music to fill the silence. when you arrived at the restaurant, joshua opened the door for you and helped you out. “the restaurant’s technically part of some five star hotel” he explained when you looked at it a little confused.

“ohh it looks really pretty” you smiled up at him while he held your hand leading you to the entrance.

joshua told the receptionist his name and she led you both over to where joshua and his family were waiting. when you actually saw them, the nerves finally hit you. what if you accidentally let slip that you and joshua weren’t really dating? what if you embarrass joshua?

joshua seemed to take notice of your nerves, squeezing your hand gently and whispering a “you’ll be fine, they’re going to love you”.

and it seems joshua was right. the night did go smoothly and you congratulated joshua’s cousin for her graduation. his family was kind, they didn’t once make you feel awkward or uncomfortable, instead complimenting you and making sure you didn’t feel left out.

by the time the dinner was over you were honestly sad that you’d have to leave his family, they were so fun you wanted to be with them more often. you left for a few minutes to go to the bathroom and when you came back you found joshua looking for you.

“joshua? what’s up?” taking note of how he looked a little annoyed and out of breath.

“yn i’m so sorry. my uncle just told me now that they’d booked rooms for all us to stay at the hotel tonight. if you feel uncomfortable with it i can just say you have a work thing tomorrow and we can’t stay” you really didn’t mind staying, but you were surprised and did feel guilty that they paid for you. he wasn’t saying it for your sake but you knew joshua secretly wanted to stay. his job makes it hard for him to see his family often so he’d appreciate this time with them. at the same time, you knew that staying would only make you more regretful of the fact that joshua didn’t feel the same about you.

“it’s fine, i don’t mind staying”

surprisingly enough, you’d managed to fall asleep pretty quick considering when you fell asleep joshua was still taking a shower.

when joshua got out he saw you on the bed and couldn’t help the soft smile breaking at his features. he saw your phone was still unlocked, a video still playing. ‘you must’ve fallen asleep watching it’.

he was about to turn it off before rolling his eyes at the texts from your ex again. he was about to block it for you until an idea crossed his mind. joshua fought mentally with himself as he debated whether or not he should go through with it. he sent a picture the two of you had taken together earlier to your ex, a ‘can u leave us alone ..?’ text attached to it while he silently prayed you wouldn’t think he was crossing any lines by doing so.

you met up with joshua a lot more after the dinner with his family. but the both of you getting closer was not doing anything to help your own feelings. joshua by no means felt the same about you. when you’d gotten to know joshua and the people close to him, you learnt that he was always the bold one when it came to people he liked. he’d always be the one to ask someone out, the one to go the extra mile for them. so the fact that he hadn’t done that for you, or even implied he wanted to, it wasn’t hard to assume that he just simply didn’t like you in that way. joshua wanted you as a friend and nothing more or less and you just had to live happily with that.

the reunion was soon. you’d texted joshua about it again, reminding him the address and time it was. you noticed your ex stopped texting you and part of you felt a little disappointed at it. you were grateful he finally took the hint but sad because what if this meant joshua wouldn’t have to keep up the act anymore? you were aware you probably seemed crazy and pathetic clinging onto a fake relationship that was only proposed for convenience, but that’s how you felt and you couldn’t help it and were too tired of it all to make an excuse.

dressed in a plain black tee paired with black slacks and a blazer, joshua picked you up for the reunion. as hard as you’d tried to make it seem like nothing was up, you knew joshua could tell. you silently hoped he would just assume it’s nerves because you still hadn’t thought of a way to tell him that you wanted to break off the agreement of fake dating.

why was this so complicated? it’s not like you two were actually dating so it’s not like it’s an actual breakup, but it still felt like you were losing something. what if joshua only talked to you so much was because he needed someone that was willing to pretend to be his girlfriend?

you shook the thoughts out of your head as you both pulled up to the place the reunion was being held. stepping out, you could already see some familiar faces, smiling and hugging them whenever they came to greet you.

the night went by with you catching up with old classmates, introducing them to joshua too. it was scary how well he was able to get along with people instantly. you were honestly surprised that your ex hadn’t bothered you all night, guess he saw joshua and backed off.

when you decided to leave the reunion, joshua suggested you both grab dinner somewhere. the food served at the reunion wasn’t the best so the both of you hadn’t eaten much all night. and that’s how the both of you ended up in the parking lot of some takeout place, laughing while you both told stories of your high schools together.

it was fun, and you hated the part of yourself that always made you overthink. ‘none of this is even real, joshua doesn’t care about you like that. so stop thinking this means the two of you are really dating’.

“yn, what’s wrong?” joshua sounded alarmed, and it was only then you took notice of the tears welling up in your eyes, rubbing aggressively at them immediately.

“think that the contacts are just irritating my eyes, don’t worry” you assured him but he still didn’t look satisfied with your answer.

“here let me help you-”

“it’s fine joshua” you sighed, “look about this whole pretending to be dating thing. i really can’t do it anymore. pretending to be in a relationship with you is killing me-”

“fine. i’m sorry if i did something to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. it was stupid of me to send that picture to your ex-”

“what picture?” you looked up at him confused, what the hell was he talking about?

“the one i sent to your ex and i told him that we were happy and to leave us alone..”

“is that why he stopped bothering me? oh well i didn’t know about that but thanks because it’s the only thing that managed to shut him up”

“wait what? so then what are you mad at me about?” he pouted.

you stayed silent. you knew exactly where this was headed and if it carried on you knew it’d lead to you spilling your guts to him, and you weren’t sure you could do that. because if you did you’d lose joshua forever.

“nothing, don’t worry about it” you mumbled, going back to swirling the plastic spoon around the ice cream in your cup.

“no no no” you heard joshua say, his fingers holding on to the underside of your jaw gently so that you turned your attention to him. “tell me, yn”

“i can’t” you whispered, tears welling up again, “if i do i’ll lose you forever. i don’t think i can do that, shua” you knew tears were freely spilling past your eyes at this point but you couldn’t care.

“yn, i promise you, you’re not going to lose me. i love you far too much to let you go” you still shook your head at him sniffling and unbelieving of his words. “yn you mean so much to me that i’m willing ignore my feelings for you because i know you don’t feel the same way. you mean so much to me that i’d rather wake up knowing i can’t have you the way i want then to wake up not having you in my life at all. you mean so much to me yn, so please don’t think i’d try leaving you”

you sat, stunned at joshua’s confession. it was like he could read your heart and turned all the feelings and words you wanted to give him into his own. he looked at you warily for a few seconds, scared you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. if only he knew how much you’d been thinking the same about him for months.

you inched closer to him, closing your eyes as you brushed your lips over his. joshua tensed before melting into the kiss too, and your heart grew warmer and how you could feel him smile into the kiss.

when you both pulled away, you were both smiling, “you know this doesn’t serve as a confession right? i want you to list every single thing that made you like me!”

you laughed at his words, whining “no don’t make me say it, you just want to tease me”

“oh so you’re allowed to hear me pour my heart out to you but if i wanna hear you say it back it’s too much?” he jokingly pouted, bringing you closer for a hug while he fought off his own giggles hearing yours.

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hanetea · 2 months

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Flowers in the winter

Summary: 6 months of the year I am technically married to Satoru Gojo; and the other 6 months, well... I still am married to him. Word count: 2.6k CWs: Teen!Gojo, he's a warning in itself..., Timid!reader, Reader!POV Canon compliant till I say so, rom-com, slow-burn, how slow? maybe like 3 chapters slow, fluff, angst, eventual smut, no beta, mildly edited This is part 2 (you can find part one here > part 1 )

“I’m sorry” I sniffled as I heard nothing but laughter for mistaking the other person at the end of the line for someone other than himself. But who could blame me!

“How can you, married for two years by the way, not even recognize the sound of my voice anymore? Was 2 years not enough for you?” his laughter finally dying down, and all I could do was to swallow how much this man was just enjoying my perfectly understandable reaction.

“But for us it barely was two years huh” he says sighing, finally able to breathe after laughing. I pinch my arm a little. I mean after all he was right, it was barely 2 years, hell it was probably only just 6 months of us together.

“Heh, why are you quiet? Cat got your tongue?” but it's moments like these that I wish it was less than 6 months.

“Sorry sorry, I’ll stop teasing” he chuckles as if reading my mind. I pout as I bring my knees closer to my chest. Since he called me he should be able to tell me where to go right? Maybe even pick me up at the train station… I could hear a hearty sigh on the other line. “ so, you're coming tomorrow?” He's going to at least give me an address as to where jujutsu high is right?

“Yes” I said, twirling my hair between my index and thumb. ‘Please tell me where to go-’

“Great! I’ll see you then-” “WAIT!”

There was a pause of silence between us. Me letting my nerves get the best of me, and unintentionally cutting him off mid sentence. Embarrassment creeps into my cheeks as I try to bury myself with a fistful of my hair, bringing it to the front of my face. I should’ve just asked through text or something.

‘Ahhhh I want to diee’

Gojo clears his throat, breaking the silence. “What’s wrong?” he says in a completely oblivious tone, which only made me more nervous on what to say.

I try to collect myself breathing slowly so that I can get my words across,

“Um, Gojo, so about Jujutsu tech…” I start but my mouth just shuts on its own,

“Gojo Satoru is not a kind man”

My mothers warning rings in my head, and my palms start getting sweaty by the second. ‘I should be more polite’ I thought, still trying to find the words to say but before I could add more he gives me a big ‘Ah!’ making me jump a little from the sudden noise.

“Yea! The admission wasn't that bad, though you know that the elders were being such a big pain about it.” he gave a loud sigh to exaggerate how much he hated it, which made me smile, this man does not like being bossed around.

“Yknow what's crazy tho?” his voice suddenly hushed as if trying to not let anybody hear “there's only 3 students in my class” which gains a small gasp from me “i-including you?” I whisper back. In the same hush tone that he was using, “Including me!” he responds back, I can't even begin to imagine a class of 10 people, how much more just 3? With yourself included? And the worst of it is that you’re classmates with Gojo….

‘I feel bad for them…’ A whole year with him… I can't even begin to imagine how that would be, without missing a beat Gojo fills my silence with little stories of his time at jujutsu high.

“The campus is HUGE! It's very traditional in terms of architecture but I think you already know that.” He continues to ramble, Gojo can really carry the conversation with just himself, and honestly it's comforting to know that he won't get mad if I stay quiet. However…

“Um, sorry Gojo but to be honest,” Gojo turns quiet in the other line, I swallow what timidness I had to get my words across, feeling that the man on the other side is also going to listen to me. “I’ve never been to jujutsu high, o-or know where it is” I finally put out. Gojo still stays silent in the other line which makes me hope he didn't take offense. “...you’ve never been there?” he says softly which makes me embarrassed

‘Was I supposed to know?’ I bite my lip

“M-my mom doesn't really tell me about jujutsu society…” with every word that escapes, the quieter it becomes. Growing up I’ve been told that women have no place in jujutsu society. And my mom reaffirms this belief by raising me as a normal girl as much as possible. Since a woman’s role is to be a wife to her husband, I was kept in the dark about anything that revolves around jujutsu.

‘I only know some things because it involves Gojo…’ but now I’m starting to think I should know a little bit more, just to keep up with his life… He is at the center of it after all…

“Is that so?” his voice rings clear, in a span of a few months, Gojo’s voice changed. I wonder what he looks like now? This is no longer the Gojo Satoru that I knew a year ago. Will he be disappointed that I, his wife, didn't change at all? Will I be tossed aside, the older we get?

“I can pick you up, which station are you going to?” I shook my head trying to rid of my thoughts that was occupying my head

“M-my ticket is for Asakusa station, but I can catch a train to whichever is more convenient for you-” he giggles at the other end, confusing me as I don't really know what he found funny “no that’s fine I'll pick you up there.” His voice is so gentle, it almost made my heart leap out of my chest. I can't let myself misunderstand, Gojo didn't mean anything about it.

“Thank you” I say, barely a whisper, twiddling my toes trying to warm them up “No worries.” he hummed in response. My shoulders relaxed, as I let go of the breath that I didn't know I was holding. Gojo, despite his obvious status, was very different from the other male authorities that I have the displeasure of knowing in Jujutsu society. He wasn't someone to hold his authority above you unless provoked. Even though we aren't the typical couple, where mutual feelings isn't the thing keeping us together, but societal pressure. I'm happy that we are different from a typical jujutsu marriage. It’s comfortable,

“Gojo Satoru is not a kind man”

But I'm okay that it's him that I have to be with.

“Goodnight (y/n), I’ll see you soon” he says one last time before hanging up.

I heave a heavy sigh, dropping my phone to the side, My other hand playing with my hair. I really ended up having a casual conversation with Gojo… ‘Gojo is so easy to talk to… I mustn't be swayed’ I thought. The more comfortable I am, the more I am able to make mistakes. I don't think he’ll be pleasant when that day arrives. I imagine a cross Gojo, but it seems like it's hard to picture what that looks like. I twiddle my toes more just trying to think. Instead, a picture of an more diabolical Gojo came to mind, ‘No, I think he will just endlessly tease me if I do… ahhhhh’ now scratching my scalp, hating the second option even more, I look back towards the picture frame that I previously dropped.

I don’t want the marriage of a jujutsu sorcerer. Constant avoidance, infested with malice, a bitter marriage that would’ve been better off separated. ‘I don't want that’ But if that was the fate that I was preordained to have…

I pulled the picture off the frame and folded it into my wallet. Giggling as I see his little pout still peaking through.

‘I mustn’t feel anything for Satoru Gojo’

I placed my wallet into my bag, I'm now fully packed, ready for my journey… my 6 month long journey, easing my heart in what lies ahead.

“We have arrived to, Asakusa station”

I inhale a lungful of air, waiting for the doors to open. As I'm immediately greeted to the warmth and bustling crowds of Tokyo.

I hold nothing but just one luggage in my hand, and a small backpack for more personal items to be easily accessed.

This is the station where I'm supposed to meet Gojo. If he were a normal man, I wouldn't exactly be as worried as I am right now, it's not exactly hard to spot a 6 foot something with unbashful white hair and a pair of intimidating stark black glasses but with the lack thereof and with his track record of tardiness to multiple events. It doesn't take rocket science to deduce that I may be waiting here for a bit.

I heave a heavy sigh, one that often is released during an intense exam season. Feeling an intense load of anxiety suddenly turning at the pit of my stomach.

‘I wanna go homee’ I sob inwardly walking around the area that's within reasonable reach from the waiting deck, so that I can be easily spotted just in case the unreliable clan leader decides to swing by and save me from the predicament that he himself caused.

I find an empty bench to occupy as I wait for the time being. I tug my sleeves a little as I start to feel a chill, what a perfect welcome to the winter season.

Ping!

I felt my phone vibrate as I open my phone I saw that I've received a message.

My eyes widen, it was a message from Gojo.

Gojo 10:15am

Sorry, the mission took surprisingly long, I'm 10 minutes away from the station did you just arrive?

I look at the message for a little bit, feeling relieved and a bit embarrassed that I assumed that he was just being leisure With his time when in fact, Gojo was a man who's always short on time with how busy he was.

But regardless he still found the time to help me when I'm in need.

You 10:16am

It’s okay, I've just arrived anyway. Take your time.

Was that too casual? Despite being similar in age I have a hard time talking to Gojo since I was taught to respond formally, but since Gojo hates tradition I was told by him explicitly to ‘ease up’

Ping!

I looked at the notification, it was a reply from Gojo

Gojo 10:17am

10 seconds

“Eh?” I accidentally said out loud, but before I could ask what he meant he sent another message

Gojo 10:17am

5 seconds

By now I think I was sweating bullets, what do these mean? And why are they so ominous?

I felt a single tap on my shoulder making me to jump in surprise, I turned around and was immediately greeted to a wide grin.

“ It's been a while ” he's still as big as ever, I scramble to my feet feeling my soul leave my body just to race back inside to regain control. Gojo, despite saying he’ll arrived in 10 minutes arrived in less than a minute, and yet not a single hair was out of place or a single sweat roll down his face. Effortlessly he looked pristine and perfect. While a single tap made me look like a rag doll ready to be washed.

“Did I scare you?” he chuckles as I feel my face with my hand to realize not only am I sweaty, my cheeks were also hot from the shock.

“I- I” stammering finding no words to say as my head was a jumbled mess. Standing in front of me was no Gojo I met from when I was 15

This was a different one, a leaner, taller and older Gojo, if his looks didn't kill me before It will kill me now.

“Wow! You haven't grown an inch!” he says while taking my luggage off my hand. While his eyes continue to inspect me. We stand with a fair distance away from each other but his domineering figure if it were to topple over would bury me whole “You look like you still sleep with a nightlight”

“I-I do not” I defend myself from the embarrassing accusation.

But I still do, every night.

‘ahh this man is too much’ I bring up my hands to fan my warm face, I can tolerate Gojos teasing but I get easily embarrassed and it shows on my face which I believe he has much delight in seeing by getting a rise out of me. I prepare myself for a wheeze or a chuckle from him, a sadistic reaction at least to come out but instead I felt a gentle cool touch my cheek. It was a hand, his hand.

“Gojo?” I was shocked at the sensation that the name just rolled out of my tongue.

I looked up to him and saw that he was staring down at me still wearing a smile. But it was different, my breath hitches on my throat. His glasses were still blocking his eyes, but compared to before, his smile was gentler, and his face had completely softened.

He continues to move his hand to cup my cheek, making me squeeze my eyes shut from the sheer cool of his palm. His cool hand was a stark contrast to my warm skin. Which contributed to the growing embarrassment rising with every touch.

“But you’ve changed…” he said, tracing my lashes with his thumb as I kept my eye shut. “Your eyelashes got longer…” his hand, never leaving my face caresses my cheek, leaving specks of cool on my skin everywhere he touches. He moves my head gently as if trying to observe every nook and cranny, Not really missing a single area, feeling like he wouldn't be satisfied till he saw everything. He slid his thumb down my nose bridge, outlining it. “Your nose is still the same” he gives a little giggle before sliding it down lower, his thumb now ghosting my lips, I puff a breath on it from the cool that it radiates but it doesn't move. Only keeping a distance, never truly touching me.

“You look good” he says softly, he moves his hand away to push some hair away from my face, and tucking it gently behind my ear before giving my earlobe a little pinch that made me flinch.

The reaction only making him giggle as he gives my nose a little poke with his finger before shifting the front of his body away from me, while I was left with the sight of his broad back. “let's hurry before we miss our train” he moves with long strides.

I stand there completely frozen, my brain not really understanding what just happened until it starts crashing down to me like a tidal wave. I covered my mouth before a scream exploded out of my body.

‘What was that? What was that?’ my brain was in a jumbled mess that my knees gave out and I'm left crouching on the ground.

My heart was doing somersaults with the way it's beating. Being awestruck by how much he changed was one thing, but being caressed was a whole different story!

“Pardon me~” I felt a strong arm slither around my waist. In an instant, my entire body was hoisted off the ground with much ease. Gojo stands there carrying me like a duffle bag. He looks down at my pitiful state but not really minding it.

“As much as I want to enjoy your reactions, we have 3 more trains and a bus to catch” the silver head beams a wide smile while announcing this, my eyes furrowed in confusion.

‘Why do we need to ride 3 more trains?’ He gives me a toothy grin as if reading my mind.

“How else are we going to reach Jujutsu high! It's all the way on the other side of Tokyo from Asakusa station.” His legs start moving as he carries me in the same awkward position.

“EXCUSE ME?!” Gojo only laughed in response.

#jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fandom #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #haneblurbs

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kiss-me-cill-me · 3 months

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can you please do a fic with heavy praise kink and soft dom cill character?💕

Someone please tell me why I chose Robert Fischer for this after making him the biggest asshole in my last fic haha. Guess I like variety 🤷‍♀️ Thank you for requesting, anon! I think I went a little heavy on the soft and a little light on the dom, but I hope you enjoy ❤️

Layover

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: After a hectic day of travel, it's almost unbelievable that you can't fall asleep. Luckily, your boyfriend is around to help tire you out.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, soft dom dynamics, praise, use of pet names (mainly "princess"), nipple play, Robert (gently and lovingly) makes reader masturbate in front of him, established boyfriend/girlfriend relationship

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Flying, you had decided, was at least the second (if not the third) layer of hell.

You hadn’t spent much time doing it - at least not before today. But the grueling ten hour flight you had just been on certainly felt like enough for a lifetime. Not to mention the hours spent getting to and from the airport, going through security and customs, and just generally waiting around. Even if you did get to wait in a fancy lounge.

The worst part was that your boyfriend, through his various connections, had actually managed to make the process much shorter and less painful for both of you than it would have been otherwise. You had no clue how the average traveler managed to survive this whole ordeal.

“Here we are - home sweet home for the night,” Robert announced, holding open the door of your hotel room.

Your shoulders sank. It was impossible to believe that you would have to endure even more of this tomorrow. This wasn’t even your final destination. After an overnight layover, you and Robert had a whole other flight to catch in the morning. Maybe airports were more like the fifth layer of hell.

Robert didn’t seem to notice your sour mood as he dutifully held the door open, letting you into the room before turning to motion the bellhop through with your luggage. You wandered around the spacious accommodations, letting your fingers trail over the glass coffee table. Faint classical music could be heard, drifting almost casually into the extravagant suite. You wondered if you’d ever get used to this kind of life.

Robert was certainly used to it, though, and he wasted no time tipping the bellhop and ushering them out of the room. Now, with the two of you alone, he came to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his chest as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Did you manage to sleep on the plane?” he asked.

“No,” you sighed, melting into his touch. “Not at all.”

“Oh, princess. I’m sorry.” You scrunched your nose. You always both loved and hated that nickname. It felt strange to have it applied to you, somehow, and yet right at home on Robert’s lips. He was a man who could probably legitimately date a princess, if he wanted to. And yet, he had settled for you. Just an average girl who, frustratingly, couldn’t manage to fall asleep on a ten hour flight.

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, and buried your face in his chest.

He smelled warm; like fresh soap and something powdery. Probably the starch on his shirt. Only Robert could somehow manage to smell like that even after a full day of travel. You breathed deep, and sighed as his arms pulled you in tight.

“Let’s go to bed, then,” he suggested.

It was already dark outside; the hum of the city far below your feet somehow felt close and far away all at once. You caught a glimpse of it through the large picture window, as neon lights crept up into the edge of the pane.

“That sounds good,” you agreed.

Robert’s hands framed your face for a moment as he gave you a quick kiss, keeping you pressed to him for a few seconds. Almost reluctantly, he broke away to walk over to the suitcases.

“I’ll get our things. Don’t worry about lifting a finger, princess.”

You smiled as Robert dug through your carry-on, hefting it up to the edge of the bed. He took out some clothes, and then sat down on the mattress.

“Come here,” he said, gently patting his thigh.

You followed, sinking into his lap so that you were half-faced toward him. His hands slowly snaked over your waist, and pulled you in for another deep kiss. You sighed, more with content than frustration this time, and felt him start to lift up your shirt.

“Tomorrow will be better,” he promised, carefully helping you to undress. He gave you a small squeeze. “You’ll get some sleep, and then you’ll be ready to go in the morning.”

You hoped that was true, though you couldn't imagine feeling ready to fly again as you leaned in to accept yet another kiss. Robert always spoiled you. Your body sank tiredly against his. He was right; you really needed some rest. You let him help you get ready for bed, and slipped gratefully under the covers.

Hours had passed, frustratingly slow. You tossed and turned, decidedly restless. Caught in a fitful state that was just slightly too far from sleep; the promise of it taunted you as you stared up at the ornate ceiling.

The far-off sounds of the city barely reached you up here, so you weren’t sure why you were unable to fall asleep. You should have been more than tired enough. You were exhausted, in fact, but your body just wouldn’t cooperate. Jetlag. You had been prepared for it, but you thought it would make you more sleepy, not less. You turned again to look at the clock, and then twisted to face Robert.

Laying in bed beside you, your boyfriend had no trouble getting to sleep. There was irony in that. Usually, he was the one plagued by insomnia, but apparently travel tired him out.

Well, it had tired you out, too - but the problem was, somehow that tiredness didn’t translate to sleep. You inched a little closer, hovering next to Robert’s still form as he laid haphazardly on the mattress.

There was something incredibly cute about him while he was sleeping. His pillow had ended up down by his arms, caught in a strange hug as Robert splayed out on his back, covers tossed aside and mouth hanging slightly open. You watched the gentle rise of his chest, letting your gaze sweep up and over his closed eyelids. So peaceful.

“Glad one of us can sleep well,” you murmured, smiling as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

Your heart swelled with love, but then mild alarm as Robert’s head shifted. He blinked; his eyes taking some time to adjust before focusing squarely on you.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he hummed.

His voice was still burdened with dregs of sleep, but his hand came up to cradle your face, pressing you into a sleepy kiss.

“Nothing - I’m sorry,” you whispered. Although it was too late to bother. “I just haven’t been able to sleep.”

Robert made a noise of concern as he folded you up in his arms. His hand stroked your hair as he guided you over to rest your head on his chest. Your own fingers came up to grasp at his shirt, stretching out the collar slightly as you sought comfort.

“Anything I can do, princess?” he asked. “I could try to help make you sleep.”

“How?” you asked. You had already tried all your usual tricks. Nothing had worked.

“Well…” Robert answered, shifting beneath you. “I know one thing that usually makes you sleepy.”

Your back pressed into the plush mattress as Robert flipped over, taking you with him. His hands roamed; exploring your bare legs and pushing up past the hem of your sleep shirt. It was actually one of his. You always liked wearing Robert’s old t-shirts to bed, and he was more than happy to part with them. Especially the ones like this, that barely came down to your thighs. His fingers trailed over your stomach, brushing against you as his lips briefly captured yours.

“You don’t have to do that,” you laughed, pushing up slightly against his shoulders.

Robert stayed right where he was, only breaking away enough to look down at you.

“Well, I’m awake now too, so I think we could both benefit - don’t you?”

It was hard to argue with him, especially when he had already started to drift his fingers back down your body. Your legs squeezed, trying to give yourself pressure, and you felt something starting to twist in your stomach.

“Okay,” you agreed, your breath fanning his face as he came in for one more kiss, almost before you had finished the word.

Robert’s hand that had been in your shirt came down to press past the hem of your panties. You lifted your hips, eager to feel him against you. Your boyfriend’s fingers were pure bliss; you’d felt them a thousand times, and they never once failed to draw pleasure, almost as if it were effortless. You felt yourself melt as he started to press in, testing your soft resistance.

“Hm, are you sure that you weren’t asleep?” Robert teased. “Seems like you might have been dreaming about me.”

You hummed softly, smiling against the stretch as he sank into you easily. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head arched back, giving yourself in to the pressure.

“Eyes on me, princess,” Robert commanded, his voice firm but gentle. “I don’t want you to fall asleep yet.”

You pried your eyes open to look up at him. Robert was smiling; a soft look in his eyes as his fingers inside of you pressed deeper, curling to drag a small noise out of you. You struggled to stay focused as he made you moan against his touch.

“Robert,” you gasped.

“Yes, princess?”

“F-feels so good…”

The words seemed to melt out of you as you let yourself sink back into the mattress. He’d started to pump softly in and out, curling his fingers whenever he reached that rough spot that made you gasp.

“Think you can do something for me?” he asked. His fingers urged you to obey.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Too soon, his fingers were pulled out of you. You felt yourself clench at the loss, as his hand came to pull down your panties.

“I need you to touch yourself,” Robert said sweetly. “Use those pretty little fingers and make yourself feel good. Okay?”

His voice, deep and powerful, felt like a trance. You brought your hand down to press at your wetness, bringing a trail of it up to your clit as you started to trace soft circles.

“A little harder,” he urged. “Press down.”

Your back arched again as you pressed with your fingers, sending a jolt through your core. You cried out, and Robert brought a hand up to your face. You felt the faint wetness that coated his own fingers as he adjusted your head.

“Remember to look at me, honey.”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had been shut again. They fluttered back open now; blinked up a few times as you focused on Robert’s face.

“Good job, princess,” he praised. “Always so good for me.”

You felt yourself settle back more, almost sinking into the pillow as Robert’s lips pressed to the base of your neck. He kissed you, sending a new wave of pleasure throughout your whole body, and then brought his hand to the hem of your shirt.

“Keep going. You need to tire yourself out if you’re going to sleep well.”

As he talked, he slowly pushed up your shirt to reveal your bare breasts. Using his hand to hold the fabric up close to your neck, he leaned down and latched his mouth on your nipple.

“Ah!” you cried.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart,” Robert instructed.

His eyes flashed up briefly to catch yours, now blown wide, and a brief glint of something passed through his soft gaze.

“O-okay,” you gasped.

“That’s right. Good girl, princess. Be good and I’ll give you my fingers again. That’s what you want, right?”

The only thing you could respond with was a moan, as Robert’s tongue flicked over your breast again, catching the hard, raised nub before pressing his lips down to soothe you. His mouth was warm; pulling you closer and closer to release as the sensation traveled straight down to your core. You stopped for a moment to squeeze your clit, making yourself buck at the feeling.

“You’re doing so well,” Robert hummed. “Gonna make yourself come for me?”

“N-need you to help,” you moaned. “To- come on your fingers.”

“You need my fingers inside you?”

“Yes. Please,” you added.

“Okay then. Since you asked nicely…”

Robert’s hand came down to press into you; two fingers filling you up just like you needed. You twisted your hips, impatient to make them move around inside you. You were so close, and pressed down again with your own fingers, bringing yourself to the edge of release.

Robert’s mouth found you again, his tongue flicking against the most sensitive place as you felt yourself finally let go.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly up by your ear, whispering praise as you went tumbling over the edge. “Slow down, slow down. Let me take care of you.”

Your hand stalled; your fingers pressed into the bundle of nerves that was still sending shockwaves throughout your body. A deeper flood of endorphins and pleasure moved steadily through your core, coaxed on by Robert’s gentle fingers as he gave you pressure and weight just where you needed it.

The bliss washed over your whole body as you collapsed back into the mattress, letting go of all the lingering tension you held. Robert’s lips were back at your neck again, leaving a trail of delicate kisses as he moved up to your face. He planted a kiss on your cheek, and let himself stay deep inside of you for a few moments as you clenched, weaker and weaker, around his two fingers.

“You did so good for me, princess.”

His next kiss was on your lips, giving you a small distraction as he slowly removed his hand. As he eased out, he tugged your shirt back down, helping you settle into the mattress. You were already wrapped in warmth, but Robert pulled the blankets up close to your shoulders and pressed his nose to your cheek.

“Feeling sleepy now?”

Your eyes were already closed, and you nodded your head, murmuring something akin to assent. Your whole body felt billowy and yet heavy, and sleep had already started to claim you. Robert tucked in the blanket a bit closer, and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

You smiled as you drifted off.

#robert fischer x reader #robert fischer smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #robert fischer #LemmyFics

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fictionsbaby · 4 months

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Puppy

summary: y/n and seth take a walk in the woods when seth has something to show his girlfriend

warnings: fem reader, cuteness overload

Word count:405

*Kind of a part 2 to My Love, but you don't have to read it first.

the leaves crunched under their feet as the happy couple made their way through the woods, hand in hand. the two lovebirds had been together for almost 5 months, and hoped to be together for many more.

something had been weighing on seth’s shoulders for a long time now, something he wanted-no, needed- to tell y/n.

“she deserves to know,” he thought.

as these pressing thoughts continued to swirl in the young man’s brain, his girlfriend beside him was rambling about how her day went, and what she planned to do the next day, when she was suddenly interrupted.

“and i was thinking tomorrow that i might-”

“y/n, theres something that i need to show you,” he rushed out.

“okay? what is it seth?” she inquired.

“umm, just stay right here,” he told her, letting go of her warm, soft hand, and backed up a good distance away, so that he wouldn't hurt her.he would never forgive himself if they had to face a similar fate to that of Sam and Emily.

“o-okay. just stay there, and please don't freak out. please,” he pleaded to his love.

“Seth… you're starting to scare me,” she said.

Seth began to strip down to his underwear, after telling her to turn around, not wanting to make her even more uncomfortable.

she heard a strange sound, and a few seconds later, she felt a cold and wet nose touch the back of her arm. she gasped, turning around to come face-to-face with a giant, adorable, wolf.

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed. “YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Seth’s big wolf ears went down at the high pitched scream she let out.

“wait! you're a wolf?!?!?!” she questioned. the adorable wolf nodded his big fluffy head. “ why didn't you tell me?” she asked in a sad voice. when there wasn't really a response, she then realized,” oh wait. you can't talk, can you?” a shake of his big fluffy head. “that's ok. you are so cute though seth!!” she then had a sudden gasp, “what if we go cuddle?” she asked, very excited.

another nod of his head, he took his muzzle and began to guide the girl to a nearby tree. he then laid down, and she sat down, leaning against him.

eventually there were soft snores emitted by the girl who had fallen asleep. Seth could not be more thankful for the caring and understanding girl at his side.

#twilight #seth clearwater x reader #wolves #puppies #cuteness

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 months

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Rough Patch – Joe Keery

The honeymoon phase in a relationship is real. So is the reality check that always follows once you wake up. Joe and I got married a year ago. The months leading up to the wedding were incredible. I never thought I'd be happier.

When we got back from our honeymoon and things started to settle down, he went back to work and I focused on fixing up our apartment. When he went back to work, he was gone a lot more. It made the first year very difficult for us. He wasn't around and I would get overwhelmed having to take care of everything while he was gone.

I have tried to be a supportive wife, but it's getting harder and harder for me. It's gotten too hard to go months without seeing each other, barely talking on the phone. I couldn't help but get tired of the unanswered texts and missed phone calls. I am tired of celebrating things by myself.

The last time he left was a few months before our first anniversary. He swore up and down that he'd be back in time. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I called him tonight to figure out our plans. He is getting on a plane first thing tomorrow morning and will be home by lunch.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, baby. Happy Almost Anniversary!" I giggled excitedly. "I am so excited, I have the entire night planned from the minute you get home to the minute we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. I thought we could go to the restaurant we had our first date. You know, the one you also proposed to me at? What time is your flight supposed to be getting in? I could pick you up from the airport and we could get lunch and then. . ."

"Y/N," Joe cut me off.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not going to be back in time."

My stomach dropped at his words. "What are you. . . What do you mean you won't be back in town?"

"No," he sighed. "Sorry."

"But. . ."

"It's not like it's a big deal," he mumbled.

"It's our anniversary, Joe," I said, the tears I was pushing down turning to anger. "It is a big deal. It's the first anniversary of our wedding, Joe. You can't just not come home. What? Am I supposed to celebrate by myself? That's. . . That's pathetic."

"Calm down, Y/N," he sighed. "We can celebrate it when I get home."

"And when will that be?" I demanded. "We've been married a year and I don't think we've spent more than one week sleeping in the same bed. You're never home, Joe."

"I work," he said.

"I'm aware of that but. . ."

"And what am I supposed to do, Y/N?" He challenged. "Not work? Well, if I don't work then we will become homeless. I have to work, Y/N."

"I know you have to work, Joe. But I feel like you see your coworkers more than you see your wife."

"That's normal. It happens."

"It shouldn't," I corrected. "Normal people with normal jobs go home to their wives every night. I can't remember the last time you worked on a job here in town and came home every night to me."

"What are you saying?" He challenged again. "You want me to quit?"

"No," I said quickly. "You know I never want that. I just want to see you more, Joe. I'm sorry for missing my husband."

I hung up the phone, the tears I'd been fighting finally falling. I sat on our bed, tears streaming down my face as I watched my hands shake. I waited for my phone to ring but it never did. I fell asleep that night with dried tears on my face and no messages on my phone.

* * * * *

I woke up on our anniversary completely alone. I forced myself out of bed and barely got myself dressed. I wore a simple pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt. I slowly cleaned the apartment, going in and out of crying fits.

Around noon, my phone started ringing. When I saw who was calling me, my throat tightened. I let the phone ring as I saw Joe's contact picture. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. When it finally stopped ringing, I slowly walked away from my phone.

The day continued like that. I slowly went through my normal checklist of daily things to do, ignoring my phone that kept ringing. Around 3 o'clock, a delivery man came to the door and delivered flowers. I read the card but it didn't change how I felt.

I'm really sorry about not being there today. Please take yourself out to dinner and really spoil yourself. I will spoil you as soon as I get home. I promise! I love you, Y/N.

With Regret, Your Loving Husband, Joe.

I tossed the card onto the counter and left the flowers there. I didn't have the energy to accept his apology. This is what he always did. He missed important things, sent flowers, and came home acting like nothing happened. First, it was his birthday. Then it was Thanksgiving. He barely made it home on Christmas Day. He missed Valentine's Day. And now he was missing our anniversary.

I ordered some dinner and ate it while watching one of my favorite movies. Even my comfort movie didn't cheer me up. I threw away the trash and laid down on the couch.

I was starting to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. I slowly paused the movie and went to answer it. When I opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat.

"You're here," I said slowly.

"Hey, baby," Joe smiled weakly.

"Why did you knock on your own apartment?" I asked. "Did you lose your key?"

"No," he chuckled. "I didn't. I was just trying. . ."

"I thought you weren't getting in until late Monday night."

"I wasn't supposed to," he stuttered. "But after our fight last night and you weren't answering your phone this morning, I needed to talk to you. We need to talk about this, Y/N."

"You're missing work." I turned on my heel and walked back into our apartment.

"Y/N," he sighed as he chased after me. "Wait, hang on, baby. Please. Can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?" I demanded as I turned around. "Clearly, your job is more important than our marriage."

"That's not true!" He defended.

"Really?" I challenged. "Joe, yesterday you acted like it wasn't a big deal to miss our first wedding anniversary."

"And that was wrong," he tried to interrupt.

"Do you know how many phone calls you miss? How many of my texts go unanswered? Do you know how many nights I go to sleep, wondering where my husband is and what he's doing? Wondering when I will see him? This hasn't been easy on me, Joe."

"It hasn't been easy on me either," he said.

"You have work to distract you from being alone," I cut him off. "I have nothing. I sit at home all day with nothing to do other than think about and miss my husband."

"You could always get a job." His sentence dropped when he saw the look on my face.

"You really want to go down this road?" I challenged.

"No, but. . ."

"But nothing," I cut him off again. "Joe, I can't keep doing this."

"Wait," Joe said quickly. He grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. He lowered his voice and whispered, "This is just a rough patch, baby. We can. . . We can work through this."

"Can we?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Because, right now, I feel like I've been doing all the work. I mean, when was the last time you called me? Joey, I don't know. . ."

Joe cut me off by pulling me closer and crashing his lips onto mine. I knew he was doing this to cut me off so I couldn't end this, but I didn't care. I missed this. I missed being in his arms. I missed being kissed by him. I missed the feeling he gave me as our lips moved in sync. I missed him.

I had tears streaming down my face as I broke the kiss. I took a step back, pulled my hands out of his, and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Joe," I whispered. "I can't be the only one in this relationship anymore. I mean. . . I feel like you don't love me anymore."

"What?" Joe gasped. "Y/N, do you really think. . . How could you. . . Y/N, baby, of course, I still love you. I never stopped. You really think that I stopped loving you?"

"Can you blame me?" My voice broke as the tears continued to stream down my face. Joe stepped up right in front of me and gently grabbed my elbows.

"I am so sorry that I made you think I didn't love you," he whispered. "I love you with all my heart, Y/N. You are the most important person in my life. I never should've made you feel like my job was more important than the love of my life. Please give me another chance. I will prove to you that you are more important. I will make sure you never go a day without knowing just how much I love you. I will do anything to make it up to you."

"I just need you around more," I said, my sob getting stuck in my throat. "I just need my husband."

Joe pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his neck.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered as he started rocking us back and forth. He reached up and started playing with my hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I didn't say anything as he led us over to the couch and sat us down, neither one of us letting go of the other.

"I have an idea," he started, his voice still soft. "Tomorrow, we are going to wake up and make breakfast together. Then, after we get ready, I'm going to take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. We'll get lunch and go see that new movie you've been dying to see. We'll get dinner, come home, and spend the rest of the night in bed."

"Joe," I giggled when he changed his voice at the end. I playfully pushed him, but he instantly pulled me back into his arms.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he relaxed us into the couch. "And I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I promise, baby."

"I love you too, Joe."

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mimi-cee-genshin · 3 months

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Denial is Futile: Wanderer x f!reader - Chapter 6

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Summary:

What would you do if you were stuck with Wanderer indefinitely?

The cute and sweet guy from the bazaar was brought to your place while unconscious. But when he woke up, you were appalled by the amount of snark he had. Was he even the same person? And now you were stuck with him because he could literally die if he stopped holding your hand. You weren't sure if you could tolerate him any longer. Little did you know he was exactly the type of person you needed in your life.

Other info: Fluff, humor, sfw, enemies to lovers, some hurt/comfort and angst later, character growth, occurs after the version 3.3 Archon quest and Tighnari's story quest, female reader

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*****

Your arm didn't sting anymore. The pain medication finally kicked in. Despite your experience with fire, this was the first time you'd gotten burned.

You sat on the bench, now settled in Pardis Dhyai, and Tighnari inspected and redressed your wounds.

"You should be fine now," he said, kneeling in front of you, placing the rest of the bandages back into his satchel. "It shouldn't take long to heal as long as you keep it clean and reapply the salve I gave you earlier."

Wanderer slumped on the bench, elbow on knee and chin on hand. You took your arm back from Tighnari and gave him a brief thank you.

The sky was dim as the sun set behind you and the nocturnal insects had begun their hums. "You should probably rest for now," Tighnari told you. "I'll see if I can reschedule our meeting for–"

"Tighnari, you said you'd come hours ago.” A slender lady walked up behind him, placing her hands on her hips. She had pale turquoise hair and her white dress was decorated with isometric diamonds that were different hues of blue and green. You knew exactly who it was. It was Madam Faruzan.

Wanderer raised a brow and a slight scowl spread on his face. He didn't bother trying to hide his annoyance at her interruption. You squeezed his hand tight as a warning to be polite, but he merely snapped a look at you as if you were asking for something unreasonable.

"I could've been preparing for tomorrow's lecture," Faruzan told Tighnari. "Don't tell me you’ve completely forgotten."

The sky was getting dark, and you were tired from the long day. The battle with the Fatui dragged over today's schedule, and your legs were sore, not to mention the added difficulty of an injured arm.

“You're not the only one with places to go, you know,” said Wanderer with a click of his tongue, standing up in front of you. "Can't you see we're busy right now and that she needs some rest?"

You bit your lip and pulled him back onto the bench. Why must he be this rude to one of the esteemed professors from the Akademiya?

"First of all," Faruzan said to Wanderer, crossing her arms, "I was talking to Tighnari here. You should mind your manners, young man."

Wanderer merely snorted.

“Just what is so funny?” Faruzan reprimanded.

You wanted to disappear into the bench. Maybe she wouldn't notice you were here.

“It's just amusing how you thought I was younger than you,” he replied. "Last I checked, I'm actually older than everyone here – combined."

Faruzan took a step back. "What? H-how is that even possible?" she asked. “Then why do you look so young?”

“Are you really asking yourself that?” Wanderer said, rolling his eyes. “You of all people? Just what exactly do they teach at the Akademiya for everyone to be so stupid?”

In your panic, you jabbed him hard with your elbow, to the point where he forced out a cough. You couldn't risk a drop in your reputation that came from being associated with him.

“Madam Faruzan," Collei tapped her shoulder. "Please allow me to explain.”

You gave a sigh in relief, thankful she was here.

“Your meeting is actually with these two,” Collei continued, giving her a bashful smile. “I told Tighnari to wait for them here because Y/n got injured earlier. They saved us from some Fatui we ran into."

"Oh dear." Faruzan turned her attention to you, now noticing the bandaged arm under your sleeve. She knelt down to get a closer look but was careful not to touch it. "I apologize for my rudeness earlier,” she said after ensuring you were fine. “I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that."

“Hmph. I'm surprised you even apologized,” Wanderer commented. You threw him another look.

“Well then,” Tighnari said, clapping his hands together. “Since that's all settled, Faruzan, Wanderer is the one who reacted to the speckled posies the other day.” Tighnari must have spoken to her about your dilemma.

“It was these two?” Faruzan said now connecting the dots. “So that's what this meeting was about. Why did you need to be so secretive about it?” she said with hands on her hips. “And here I thought they were a pair of researchers who just happened to be a couple.”

“What?” asked Wanderer.

“Oh… Umm…” you said, not sure how to respond to her. You really didn't want her to think you'd like someone like him. “Why would you say that?”

“Well, based on how concerned Hat Guy was just now…” she began, glancing at you two. You couldn't help but wonder why she had a skeptical look on her face. Was there something you missed?

“Well… that doesn't matter right now.” Faruzan brushed off the topic. “You wanted me to help you investigate why Wanderer goes unconscious, did you not?”

“That's right,” said Tighnari after clearing his throat. “Wanderer's symptoms were the same as Kartaka’s.” He briefly explained the current complications with Kartaka and discussed how it'd be best to keep his existence discreet. You had no idea this was why he never mentioned this to you earlier.

According to Tighnari, with Faruzan's knowledge of mechanical life forms from the past, he hoped she'd have an idea for why Wanderer had the same reaction as Kartaka did. He had called himself a puppet before but maybe there were some similarities with this ancient technology.

“To be honest,” said Faruzan, “I'm not sure if I'll be much help.”

“I have some other ideas I can experiment,” Tighnari replied. “I'll just need you to observe and see if anything looks familiar to you.”

What Tighnari brought was much more elaborate than you had expected. He pulled out various vials from his satchel as well as other fabrics and materials for testing. You didn't understand what exactly he was experimenting as he discussed his finding with Faruzan, but you simply followed his instructions, hoping they'd come to a conclusion.

A few of the tests required Wanderer to go unconscious again. It had been a while since you'd seen him laying on the ground like that, and you held your breath every time he didn't wake up immediately. You knew you needed to find a permanent solution, but it was difficult to see him in that state considering all the time you had spent together.

“I'm sorry to say that all these tests were… inconclusive,” said Tighnari.

Faruzan sighed before stretching her arms with a yawn. “You know, why don't you just look for a replacement part?” she suggested. “From the looks of it, I think our findings confirmed your original hypothesis. It's as if one of his organs is malfunctioning.”

“But even after all of these tests, we don't even know which part of me is malfunctioning,” said Wanderer. “How would I–?” he stopped himself and sighed, rubbing his palm on his forehead. “We're back where we started.”

You were all circling back to the same conclusion you had with Nahida and Baizhu, the conclusion you desperately wanted to avoid. You bit your bottom lip, reaching for a different answer, one that didn't include the Electro Archon. “There isn't anyone else we could ask for help?” you asked.

“There's always the Doctor,” said Wanderer with a snort. “He had previously figured out some of my inner workings.”

Your eyes grew wide with hope. “Why didn't you bring him up earlier?” you asked. “This could've been fixed by now.”

“Ah. I see,” Tighnari said with a hand on his chin. “I didn't know you were acquainted with him as well.”

“You know him, Master Tighnari?” asked Collei, her voice a little shaky.

“Let's just say I've met him briefly before,” he said while crossing his arms. “He wanted to take Haypasia.”

Collei gasped, hands covering her mouth. Her arms and legs froze and she bit her lip.

“This was a long time ago,” he said. “You know yourself that she's perfectly fine.”

Collei's shoulders remained stiff, and you knew you must have been missing some vital information. “So… is this Doctor not an option then?” you asked.

“No!” shouted Collei, realizing she said that a bit too loudly. “No,” she said again after adjusting her tone. “He might just…” she began to say, but her eyes wavered and grew dark, their usual light was gone. She didn't finish her sentence.

“He'd perform all kinds of experiments on us,” Wanderer finally explained with a sigh. “To say he'll have no regard for our well-being is putting it lightly.”

Collei's eyes grew wide at him. “Did he… ” she rubbed her arm, almost as if to soothe an invisible wound. “You too?” she asked.

“Well, in a different life, yes,” he said with a shrug. “But there's no use in discussing this anyway. He and the rest of the Fatui don't remember a single thing about me.”

So it was the Fatui. Despite learning some of Wanderer's past, you knew very little about his time with them. He mentioned it here and there with very little context, so you could hardly piece together a picture of his life there. Now you received another part of the puzzle; he was a victim too.

You had learned of the Fatui by chance, unfortunately because of Collei's trauma. A Fatui diplomat was in the city while the two of you carried some food from the tavern on the way home. Her trembling hands ruined the cake for Kamran’s birthday, but you were fortunately able to piece it back together. That was when Collei explained her past to you when you got home.

So seeing that Wanderer had a similar past, you had a glimpse of why he wished for revenge. For the first time, you felt like you understood him.

And that was why you'd never go back home.

Faruzan left for the night as the rest of you made your way back to Gandharva Ville. Collei had her bed back and you slept on the floor again but this time with Wanderer next to you. After staring up at the ceiling, you turned on your side to face him and inched a little closer to him.

“What do you think you're doing?” he asked.

You sighed, lying on your back once again. Collei was already fast asleep.

“Nothing. I'm doing absolutely nothing.”

*****

Wanderer clicked his tongue as you dragged him to the House of Dana for the third time this week. The meeting with Faruzan only concluded with what the two of you didn't want to hear: the next logical move was to see that woman.

You had been sleeping in more. It wouldn't have been a cause of concern if you were merely going to bed later than usual. But there were instances where you had trouble getting out of bed, almost lethargic at times. You would quickly regain your energy after eating breakfast, but Tighnari had instructed to keep an eye on your condition.

But you? You were ignoring it.

You continued with the work for your internship, not even addressing the issue of him being stuck to you anymore. He didn't care much either since he was forced to tolerate you and your habits the longer you were together. You would even compromise to his wants when he used to have to force his way instead. It was like you simply accepted that you'd never find a solution to being attached to him.

Until you had fainted.

Wanderer had caught you once again and this time it had taken you two days before you had woken up. And he had to remain by your side as Collei nursed you back to health.

“At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if you just decided to drop me at the ravine over there,” he joked.

It was the obvious solution to your deteriorating health. Just let go of the one who was draining the energy out of you.

“No,” you said. Your answer was firm.

So now here you were in the House of Dana in the dead of night, flipping through any book you could find in hopes of finding a way to keep you both alive. The topics varied widely: mechanical core applications, Archon energy manipulation, ways to access Irminsul, vishap creation myths… the list went on.

“I have no clue how to even pronounce half of these words,” you said, groaning into your hands. You sat on the cold tile floor, leaning your back against his. A book laid on your lap from the ancient alchemy section and neither of you were an expert in the area. “I should just ask some of the scholars in the other departments.”

“And how exactly do you plan on bribing them to do the work for you?” Wanderer chided.

“We could at least ask,” you replied. “There's no harm in trying.”

Wanderer closed his own book. Learning about the history of runes wasn't going anywhere. “Let's go to Inazuma.”

You didn't reply. This was exactly how he thought you were going to react. You had shut down all conversations related to Inazuma, even more so lately, and you tended to avoid whatever you didn't like.

So you didn't talk to him. You continued to look through your stack of books and it slowly dwindled as the hours went by. You let out a yawn and the next thing he knew you had audaciously cuddled against him and wrapped your arms around his elbow.

“What do you think you're–”

“The war in Inazuma created a food shortage,” you told him.

Wanderer raised a brow. That was an abrupt change of topic. And because he was a being who didn't understand hunger, he couldn't empathize.

“What's this got to do with anything?” he asked.

You went quiet again. The library was empty, now nearing dusk, and its high ceiling gave a feeling of hollowness. Your voice had a slight tremble in its timber, but you carried on as if it was nothing of importance.

“My brother was a fisherman,” you said with a smile, but he could feel the rise and fall off your breath against his shoulder. “He didn't worship Orobashi like the rest of the island. He was loyal to the Electro Archon and I never understood why.”

“Why are you even telling me this?” Wanderer asked. “Did you think I'd care?”

You shoved his shoulder. “Can't you just listen?”

“Why would I bother listening to another person's sob story?”

“Ugh. Forget it,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why did I even try?”

You picked up another book and Wanderer returned to his. He didn't understand why you thought he could give you any comfort. He didn't remember much from Watatsumi either. His dealings were limited to the delusion factory and nothing was particularly relevant to him from that island besides the Resistance.

He flipped a page but his attention was elsewhere. After a few more pages and a sigh, he finally asked, “Did you go hungry too?”

“What?”

“Forget it,” he said. “If you don't want to answer the question, I'm not going to force you.”

“Seriously? You shut me down just to ask again?”

“You know, I don't even get why you want to tell me.”

“I brought it up because I thought you'd want to know why I don't want to go to Inazuma,” you said, slamming your book shut. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, you could understand because of what happened to you with the Fatui. I could understand why you'd want to avoid them too.”

“Ha. You think I'm scared of them?” he said.

“That's not what I said–”

“I simply just have no reason to associate with them. If anything, I'd rather not go back to Inazuma either.”

You were about to throw back a remark at him, but instead you stopped and you sighed and you rubbed the temples of your forehead. You muttered to yourself something about calming down and you fiddled with the spine of your book.

A moment or two later, you tried talking to him again. “Did you have bad memories in Inazuma too?” you asked.

He sighed and shifted his legs to a more comfortable position. “Why do you even bother asking?” he said, rolling his eyes. “Everything was fine and dandy every single time I was there.”

Despite his sarcasm, you didn't add anything else. You went silent as if you didn't want to touch the topic anymore. He wouldn't care either way. It was over and done with and he was glad you didn't try to comfort him. But was that really what he wanted? Just another person who let him be, and not interfere with the status quo?

He shook his head. No. It was better this way. You wouldn't want to see him when his feathers were ruffled the wrong way. Or worse, like that wild dog that bit Niwa while it was in pain. He was an idiot for nursing it back to health. Wanderer let out a sigh, remembering when his wife scolded him for getting hurt.

You eventually fell asleep on the library floor, giving up on your struggle to keep your eyes open. The amount of effort you'd put into this was absurd. Did you really want to avoid Inazuma at all costs?

You tugged on his arm as you stirred on the floor and he couldn't believe how troublesome you were. With a scoff, he lifted your arm up and muttered to himself about how fortunate you were that Nahida's home was close by. You'd better not slap him when you wake up.

Wanderer attempted to prop you up on his back, but something got caught in one of the books. It was the bandages from your arm and it began to unravel. Wanderer scrambled to reach for it, only for the whole thing to fall apart anyway. He awkwardly froze with no clue how to proceed. If he bent down to pick it up, you'd wake up. Wait. Why did he care anyway?

But before he could fully change his mind, your arm caught his eye. It had mostly healed and when he lifted your sleeve to take a look at it, he saw a scar that he never noticed when he tended your wounds. It was distinct from the burn you got from protecting him. He had seen this type of wound before from a delusion, a delusion made from crystal marrow, and it had been years since he’d seen one.

He decided he might as well bring you to Nahida's. You'd just have to get your wounds dressed again there, whenever you decided to wake up of course. The sun was rising as students began to make their way into the Akademiya. A few familiar faces turned their heads, gawking at the two of you. He rolled his eyes wondering if they had never seen a sleeping student before as he carried you through the school.

*****

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➳ a stubborn heart

➶ bts x fem!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ you need to choose a future-husband at today's ball. Even if you love seven princes equally. Little do you know, the princes have a plan.

➴ genre: royalty au, fantasy, prince!bts, princess!reader, forbidden love, poly, fluff

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, but reader has some independence

⌨ :: 2.2K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely °♡̷•.

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➴ a/n: i recommend listening to mdp's boy with luv orchestral cover while reading. i wrote this fic when i listened to it and it's such a masterpiece !

The princess and her father are descending a marble staircase covered with white carpets trimmed with gold. The participants of the ball all look up at and bow to the host. The man smiles and waves, while squeezing his child's properly held hand and whispering:

"Today you have to choose a prince for yourself. If you don't, I'll give your hand to Leopold."

You grit your teeth, trying not to grimace, still smiling softly. King Leopold is sixty-eight years old, he has had two wives. So far, has no successor, but rules a very rich empire not so far from your homeland. To keep peaceful relations, it would be a great deal if your dad made you marry him. But you would never be able to love that figure.

You were saved from this marriage - desired by your father only - by your mother, who convinced her husband to give you a chance of finding a man worthy of you, with whom you can spend your life happily.

This is your last opportunity to do so. Now, when all the possible princes have shown up, when they are waiting for you to give permission to propose.

"Do you understand me?"

You nod, yet you know you won't succeed, no matter how hard you try.

You already gave your heart away.

At the end of the stairs, the prince of the southern kingdom, Namjoon, whom you first met at the January ball, is waiting for you. The man is suave, wise, and has a library of magic in his mind and a seductive cavalcade of emotions in his heart.

He extends his hand and flashes a polite smile. He is donning an ice-blue coat and snow-white gloves. The king happily nods and hands you over to the young gentleman.

Namjoon leads you to the dance floor and doesn't say anything until you start dancing.

"Is this your last ball as an unmarried girl?" he asks in a whisper, probing.

"Yes, I'm afraid..." You let out a sad sigh. Namjoon turns you around and holds you in his arms again. As long as you look into his eyes, the thought of tomorrow is not so painful.

"Have you decided yet?"

"You know I can't."

Ever since you had met him, you had a turn on the dance floor together at every ball. You're titled as friends officially. This way, you can share your doubts and fears, the truth with the man.

That you're in love. Into seven princes at once, and it breaks your heart to choose between them, because you know they all would love you back.

Namjoon nods in understanding and your heart pounds in your throat, waiting for what advice he has to give. Although your companion's lips tremble, they do not form words. He breathes a gentle kiss on your silk-covered palm, then leaves you with your own company.

And you find yourself trapped not only by confusion, but also by another prince. You had met the man in the golden clothes at a ball organized by your family, and you danced almost all night. Pans are very good at music and entertainment.

"Hoseok!" you gently caress his shoulder as you continue from where you and Namjoon left off.

"Did you miss me?" The man smiles playfully, his face already flushed. Warmth spreads in your chest. You try to mentally separate from the strangeness of saying goodbye to your previous partner.

"Of course."

"And would you like to marry me, so that you will never suffer from my absence again?"

"I wish it was that easy." Your upper bodies touch as you take a step closer, hand in hand, as required by the choreography.

"It is that easy," he nods encouragingly. "Didn't Namjoon tell you?"

"Tell me what?" You take the prince's outstretched arm and walk around him.

"If he didn't say anything, I won't, either. Taehyung will fill you in."

"Did you organize something?" A spark of hope flares up in you. "Hoseok, please, ‘fess up!"

But your partner only shakes his head with a sweetly insolent smile, and the dance is over. You bow to each other, Hoseok kisses your hand and leaves.

You look around frantically, wanting to find the aforementioned prince, so that you can get the answer from him. You don't see him, and you don't move, therefore you're asked for a dance again.

"May I?" This time the hand is covered by a green satin glove. The color of nature, charm, elves. And Seokjin is their prince-to-be-married. A beautiful, humorous gentleman who is perfectly worthy of your heart.

You’d be a fool to reject the attractive Seokjin's request, but at the same time, you still don't give up your search for Taehyung with a troubled gaze.

"Have you seen Taehyung?" You ask as you stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder. Seokjin furrows his expertly arched eyebrows.

"You wouldn’t just accept his ring instead of my emerald, would you?"

"According to Hoseok, he supposedly has something to say to me."

"Oh," he smiles alluringly. "He has something, indeed."

"If you know, please don't torment me anymore. Tell me!"

"I can tell you, but it comes at a price." He leans to your ear, whispering. "Marry me."

"I wish I could." Your eyelashes flutter longingly. You two link your fingers, go around each other, and Seokjin spins you elegantly around your axis.

When the song is over and Seokjin has said his proper goodbye, you start your journey and break through the crowd. There is no way that the prince of the sirens is not here.

Then you see him - the handsome man dressed in gray, but suddenly another individual grabs your waist, and turns you towards him.

"Princess, you're magnificent." Even the voice of King Leopold is wrinkled as he pronounces these words, glancing at his prospective bridge in appreciation.

Finally, the prince of the mermaids enters the scene, who showed you glowing stones in the depths of the water for the first time, and gave you one, so that you would never forget him. You love him so much that you wouldn’t be able to do that.

"Excuse me, are you free for a dance, princess?" Jimin puts on his most charming smile as he bows and offers a helping hand.

Leopold frowns, reluctantly pulling you closer to him.

"She is dancing with me."

"Did you ask her?"

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." Your heart calms as soon as the king lets you go, and your palm slips between the warm fingers belonging to Jimin. Mermaids don't wear gloves, only bracelets made of small shells that wrap around their middle fingers.

"You could thank me by accepting our offer. You would never have to worry about this man again."

"What offer, Jimin? So far none of you have said anything, you've only hinted at things. If you don't fill me in, I'm afraid I'll pass out from excitement."

"Taehyung wants to tell you." Jimin holds your hips tightly as your back bends towards the ground.

"Then why didn't he come to me yet?"

"As much as we'd all dance the night away with you, there are other princesses and countesses besides you, and they have good taste, just like you."

"Was that a compliment?"

"I tried."

You notice that you're not dancing in unison. Although all of Jimin's movements are impeccable, everything is done to the rhythm, you evade couples in the process, getting closer to Taehyung.

Leopold - determined, in terms of his intentions - is getting closer and closer to you. The next dance form in the evening will be the first waltz. He certainly feels entitled to own your first waltz.

After distancing yourself from Jimin, you hustle in the opposite direction of where Leopold is. Yet a gentle touch lands on your covered wrist. You prepare to shake off the pushy, old king.

"Found you." It's not Leopold, but the prince of the wolves. Even though they have little dancing tradition, he waltzes perfectly and your first waltz at every single ball is his. His moves are dazzling. "May I have this dance?"

"You know it's always yours." You smile with relief as Jungkook pulls you close, and as you get lost in his brown eyes, the surrounding world and everyone in it falls apart.

He is donning a well-tailored red shirt, his jet-black hair hanging slightly in his eyes, and his smile is sweet. He is the same age as you.

"Are you excited?"

"I can't wait to find out what this is all about."

"You don't know yet?" You shake your head. "Then I'll be watching closely to see your reaction. Maybe it’ll be a bit of an unsettling experience, but even sweeter."

"You are all sly, the way you keep secrets from me."

Jungkook laughs. You step in front of and next to each other, in sync and harmony, as you fight the battle of words.

When the song is over, Taehyung can finally take your hand in his. At first you're so excited that you can hardly speak.

"Tell me!" The prince tilts his head. "The plan. Please."

The siren smiles. He can move his lips very charmingly. Near his home, on the beach, he had kissed you. You had almost lost your mind from the beauty, from feeling as if you were the most beautiful woman in the whole world for Taehyung.

"This is your last ball," declares the prince, then he leans closer to murmur the tingly continuation "Because we're running away tonight."

"What?" You step aside, luckily not onto your partner's feet.

But you can't pry for any more explanations at the moment, a short exchange of couples takes place, the male member of the couple dancing next to you grabbing you by the arm, making a circle before you could talk to Taehyung again.

"How?"

"All you need to do is go out to the balcony with Yoongi. He will fly you to his own land, where we will all gather, and from the moment you run away, you'll already be ours."

You'll be theirs. Your body goes numb at the thought that this is indeed possible: you don't have to choose, because you can have them all without your father inflicting a terrible fate on you.

"Hold me tight!" As if all the air had been squeezed out of your lungs. The surprise weighs heavily on your whole being. Euphoria and terror mingle in it - betrayal is being prepared, but for the sake of love.

"That is all I want." Taehyung hugs you, leads you and whispers sweet nothings about the future, begging you to agree. He doesn't know yet, that as soon as you heard the news, you were already in it. You just can't communicate this yet.

The dance is over.

"We’ll see each other again soon, right?" You smile, adjusting the silver seaweed crown on your partner's head, for whom this sparkling look and the hidden hint of the words are enough answers for his question. "Take me anywhere you want, because I am yours. And thank you for being mine."

"Forever." The boy leaves.

You close your eyes, sighing. You want to calm down, you don't want to seem suspicious. You can't screw up your only chance at actual happiness. You are beginning to like the fact that you found out the result of beating around the bush only now. If you had been aware of it before, it's not certain that you would have reached this part of the evening in such a peaceful state of being.

Finally, the prince of dragons, the seventh of your loves, approach you to dance at your last ball, but he notices something about your body.

"You're trembling..." He gently hugs your waist, stopping with you during the movement so that you move a little further on the floor.

Before your first dragon ball, you were afraid of the majestic but terrifying creatures. Until the prince led you into the flower maze and showed you his body covered in night gray scales.

His horns are still twisted towards the sky, but you don't feel even a slight bit of fear around him anymore.

"Did something happen?"

"I think I need some air." Then you lean a little closer, clinging to the other's shoulder with a pleading look. "Take me out of here, please."

Yoongi flashes a satisfied, proud grin, which beautifully paints his often gloomy face. He grabs your waist, holding hands with you, spinning and turning to reach the balcony door.

He opens it for you. The cool summer breeze caresses your bare upper arms, the liberating idea of distance. Yoongi takes your hand again and guides you to the railing, where he stands up himself and helps you - his beloved - up.

The depth is repulsive and attractive at the same time. Your legs are shaking.

"We're going to jump," he murmurs, then reassuringly adds: "Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."

"I trust you," you answer with a nod.

Then you jump, shutting your eyes, without screaming, and in the next moment, you're on a strong dragon's back between the two wings. You cling to the horns.

And you fly in the starlit night towards the land of dragons, freedom and love.

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pedriswife · 1 year

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Pour it up ☆ Part 2 《read part 1 here》

Hola todos! Decided to add this request onto this fic because I felt like it would suit. Enjoy🫶🏼

Warning! Smut ahead (of course;)

It's been 2 weeks since Pedri last saw you. He woke up to an empty and cold bed, his clothes folded on top, no sign of you. No note, no number, no nothing. The only thing he knew was your name.

You on the other hand continued with life as normal; sure, you felt a bit bad that you had to end the fling in such a manner, but you couldn't let a hottie from Tenerife impact your studies which were currently your priority.

Right now, you were working at a local cafe, a needed Saturday shift just to get that bit of extra money to help with your expenses of living here. You spent the whole morning serving the customers at the quiet side of town, the buys mostly elderly people or university students trying to cram for an exam.

Coming up to the closing time, you were wiping down the tables and collecting any dirty utensils when you heard the front door ding, signifying that someone had entered the shop.

"We're closing, I can't serve you until tomorrow," you said, without looking up to see your customer.

You were met with silence, the person not replying but not leaving either.

"You know, I think I liked you better in that black dress. And those black heels. Especially when they were draped over my shoulders, " a familiar voice said, making your head snap up in shock.

You were met with Pedri's eyes, staring you down, a mixture of annoyance and disbelief visible on his face. You never expected to see him again, and yet he had found you.

"Why did you leave me bonita, huh?" He asked, his arm snaking closer to your waist pulling you in.

"It just seemed like the best thing to do," you replied simply, ignoring the buzzing of excitement going through you.

"Well, it wasn't. I spent these 2 weeks trying to find you. You had some sort of intoxicating effect on me, I just had to see you again. Even if it was just to see your face, I had to try, " he whispered, his breath hot on your ear, his lips inching closer.

"You've found me now. What you gonna do about it?" You teased, a smirk forming on your face. You had this man wrapped around your finger, and both of you knew it.

"I'm gonna take you home if you allow me. And we can see from there, " he answered hesitantly, not knowing what your response was going to be.

But who were you to deny him; both of you wanted this. "Go on then, let's see whether you can live up to that night's expectations."

He immediately pulled your arm towards the exit, you barely managing to close the shop, his hungry lips already on your neck. Once you got in his car, the two of you drove off to Pedri's apartment, not wanting to wait any longer.

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His hands were tugging at your clothes the minute you made it over his doorstep, his lips roughly kissing yours, your hand grabbing at the strands of his hair, pulling, making him groan out load.

You finally made it back to his bedroom, your clothes scattered in a trail leading up to it. Pedri's erect cock was already leaking precum, the tip an angry red colour, seeking release.

His lips were now on your neck, viciously leaving marks while you couldn't help but moan out his name, his smirk visible against your neck. He made his way down to your breasts, sucking harshly and tugging at your nipple, alternating sides, red marks already starting to form, your hands holding on for dear life on his back, scratching down the length of it.

"Tell me bonita. Are you going to leave me again?" He growled as his hand made its way into your soaked core, his fingers tracing a figure of eight over your clit.

"No - no, I'm not," you whimpered out, his fingers speeding up and occasionally entering you. Two of his fingers fully entered you, the squelching noise heard through the room as he drove them in and out of you. You were moaning his name, still leaving scratch marks over his back. He curled them up, hitting your g spot consistently as his mouth gently traced over the marks he left on your chest.

Your orgasm hit you suddenly, a moan ripping from your mouth, Pedri slowing down his movements, as he watched your euphoric face.

"You did so good for me bonita, so good," he murmured, placing a kiss on your cheek. "You think you can do two more?" He asked, stroking your hair as you came back to yourself.

You nodded in response to which Pedri tutted "words bonita, tell me."

"Yes, please, Pedri, do something" you said to which Pedri licked a stripe against your core, gathering all your juices, you arching your back at the feeling, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Your hand made its way back to his hair, and you used it to tug him closer to your core, his tongue pressed flat against it, his nose pressing on your clit.

He continued to eat you out, slurping up your juices like a starved man. His tongue entered you, to which you pulled him in even closer, somewhat restricting his breathing as you bucked up your hips, wanting more pleasure. He was lapping up your juices, his nose still proving that extra pressure against your clit and in no time, you were cumming again, his name escaping your lips along with a string of profanities, Pedri pulling away as your thighs shook, his face covered in your cum. He licked off what was around his lips, the rest wiped off with the back of his hand.

You looked down at him, your face warm and hair sticking to your forehead, trying to catch your breath. He came up to your face and kissed you passionately, tasting yourself in the process. His hand was on his cock, giving it a few tugs before putting on a condom.

"Ready bonita?" He asked, moving you up further on the bed so you feel more comfortable. You grabbed his shoulders for support and whispered a "yes," and he entered you, the feeling of fullness coming back to you, same as you felt on the first night with him. Pedri groaned at the feeling, before bottoming out and slamming back in, his tip hitting your g spot once again.

You moaned at the feeling, Pedri's thrust continuously hitting against your spot, you feeling close again due to the two previous orgasms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the position allowing him to reach deeper, making the two of you groan out loud. His hair was sticking to his forehead, perspiration visible on his chest, his cheeks having the signature red hue on them. He sped up his movements causing you to cum, screaming out his name once again. Feeling you clench around his drove him over the edge; his head dropped to your shoulder, groaning and letting out profanities, emptying himself out into the condom.

You lay like this for a while before Pedri got up and removed his condom, chucking it in the bin before going to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe you down with.

"You did so bonita," he stated, kissing you on the lips as you smiled up at him. He picked you up and made his way to the bathroom again, putting you down in the bath whilst filling it with water. He washed your tired body, massaging your muscles as you relaxed, content with how your night turned out.

Once finished, you got dressed in one of his t shirts, which was enough to keep you covered. You sat down on the bed once again, same as you did the first time you had sex with him, watching as Pedri battled with the TV to find some film.

He finally put on some Disney film, joined you back on the bed, and scanned through your face, looking for any sign.

You looked back at him, right into his warm brown eyes, and turned back to the TV, wanting to relax.

"Are you gonna leave me again bonita?" He asked, already knowing the answer but still asking, hoping that maybe he is wrong.

You nodded, not being able to look him in the eye now. The two of you went back to watching the movie, knowing that you probably won't have this encounter ever again.

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The end...

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hbowarbabes · 1 month

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Late Calls

John “Bucky” Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: Roxanne can’t help but worry after she doesn’t hear from Bucky in days after receiving a gift from him. It’s not until she gets a call at work that she starts becoming worried.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight angst, some allusion to sex

Words: 4.7k

Note: This mini fic leads up to the events in “A Promise and A Hope”, so be sure to check it out :)

• • •

Thorpe Abbotts,

October 6, 1943

Roxanne sat at her desk, continuously clicking her pen, tapping her foot and twirling her hair. She still had some work to get done, but her mind was elsewhere. Sandra sat beside her, flipping through a magazine to get her mind off the boring silence.

"So, Rox, have you and Bucky set a date for the big day yet?" Sandra teased, eyeing Roxanne with a smirk. "You know I can't wait to be the maid of honor."

Roxanne laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. I haven’t even thought about marriage. I’ve only been with the man for a few months.”

And it was true. She had never considered it or discussed the topic around Bucky. He was always the one making little comments or jokes about Roxanne being his “wife” even though she was nothing more than his girlfriend. Roxanne just ignored his comments and laughed them off.

Sandra frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. "Did he do something to piss you off? Because I’m gonna have to kick his ass."

“No, that’s not it.” Roxanne chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m just trying to take things slow with him.”

At 24, Roxanne believed it was a freedom point in her life. She was getting to live the beginning of her adulthood. And much to her parent’s dismay, she was doing whatever she pleased- even if it meant leaving to another country in search of work and a new life.

Sandra shook her head, chuckling. "Well, you better lock him down before someone else does. And trust me, no man is gonna pass up an opportunity. I speak from experience."

Roxanne just shook her head, laughing. “I’m in no rush to get married. We’re still getting to know each other.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow, giving Roxanne a knowing look. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Getting to know each other?”

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “Christ, Sandra, you want me to marry him tomorrow? You want to foot the bill for the wedding?”

Sandra leaned in closer, putting the magazine over her mouth as if someone was watching them. “More like I’ll be footin’ the bill for Egan’s funeral if he doesn’t put a ring on ya finger.”

Roxanne couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s antics. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

Sandra rolled her eyes, flipping through her magazine with a huff. “Hun, all I'm tryin’ to say is that ya gotta make up your mind. You know how most of these hunks are. One minute they’re all sweet talk and stolen kisses, and the next they’re going out and showin’ themselves to the world while you’re cryin’ in a corner.”

Roxanne couldn’t help but chuckle at Sandra’s exaggerated concern. “I promise you, Sandra, Bucky is not going anywhere. And if he does, we’ll have a problem.”

Sandra put her hands up defensively. “Ok, ok. I just don’t want them throwin’ me in the brig ‘cause I had to beat up a major. You know what I’m sayin’?”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the clinic door swinging open. Both ladies were caught off guard by the loud sound of the door slamming against the wall.

“Can we help ya?” Sandra dropped her magazine on the desk and approached the stranger who had just come in. Standing on the other side, a man held a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“I’m supposed to leave these for a ‘Roxanne’?,” The man read a tag that hung around the stem of the flower bundle.

“Well you are in the right place, hun.”

“I’ll take those off your hands for ya.” Sandra took the bouquet from the man, securing the bouquet in her arms as if it were a baby.

Roxanne grew suspicious when she saw the man lean into Sandra’s ear and whisper something to her, to which she just laughed and patted the man on the arm.

As the man left the clinic, Sandra came back to the desk with a huge smile on her face. Roxanne raised an eyebrow at Sandra as she set the bouquet down on the desk. "What was that all about? He got a crush on you or something?" she asked, crossing her arms.

“Oh, no, he was tellin’ me about your man. How he was going crazy over you at the club last night. The guy’s one of his buddies.”

Roxanne stared at her friend, dumbfounded. Sandra nodded her head at the bouquet. “Read it.”

She immediately flipped over the tag, which read “For Roxanne, From John.”

Roxanne blushed furiously, feeling a wave of butterflies in her stomach as she read the rest of the note on the tag.

“Hope to see you this week. I’ve been missing your pretty face, doll.”

As Roxanne held the bouquet close to her chest, Sandra couldn't contain her laughter. “Someone’s got themselves a little Romeo.”

Roxanne playfully swatted Sandra on the arm, but deep down, she couldn’t deny that a part of her was flattered by John’s gesture.

“That flyboy who dropped the flowers off told me the Major’s supposed to be leaving base. Got a weekend pass.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Nope, that was it.”

• • •

October 8, 1943

As the weekend approached, Roxanne found herself busy working at the clinic, attending to multiple patients. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach since Bucky had left, but she pushed it to the back of her mind as she tended to her patients.

She had no idea why Bucky had left without telling her. She tried not to worry too much, assuming he had just wanted some time alone. But as the afternoon wore on and she didn't hear from him, her concern grew.

Sandra wasn’t in the clinic that day to keep Roxanne company, so she had no choice but to endure the silence.

After attending to a few more patients, Roxanne finally had a moment to herself. She decided to take a break and stepped outside the clinic. She looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Bucky, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She walked back inside the clinic, unable to brush away the thought of Bucky and his unusual behavior. An honest man he said he was, Roxanne thought.

As the minutes went by, Roxanne stared intently at the door, just hoping the Major would walk through, ready to take her out or to just have some small talk. But there was no use waiting. No one was coming.

Roxanne hated feeling this way.

Whenever Bucky left the base, he would take her out, and if he couldn’t bring her with, he would at least let her know he would be off. But this time, nothing. Just a bouquet of roses and a simple note remained untouched on her desk.

It wasn't until the phone rang that Roxanne's train of thought was interrupted. Who could be calling at this time?

Roxanne rushed from her desk to pick up the phone, bringing it to her ear. She heard some static in the background, but no voice.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice filled with unease.

“Could I speak with Roxanne?” The familiar voice sent a wave of relief through her.

“Yes. This is she.”

"Hey, it's me," Bucky's voice came through the receiver, calm and collected.

Roxanne's heart skipped a beat. "Bucky, why are you calling me? Is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to see you," he replied, his voice tinged with something she couldn't quite place. "I know this is really short notice, but I need you to come down to Hammersmith if you can."

Roxanne felt her stomach churn with a mix of worry and excitement. Bucky rarely called her out of the blue like this, and she couldn't help but wonder why he was asking her to go to another city by herself.

Her mind raced as she processed Bucky's request. Hammersmith was an odd place for him to want to meet, especially at this hour. But she couldn't ignore the urgency in his voice.

She hesitated for a moment before responding, “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you, doll. I’ll see you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Without thinking too much about it, Roxanne grabbed her coat and rushed out of the base. She hailed a cab and gave the driver instructions to take her to Hammersmith.

The whole way there, Roxanne's mind was racing with questions. What was Bucky doing? Why was he being so mysterious?

As she sat in the back of the cab, Roxanne couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She replayed Bucky's voice in her head, trying to decipher if there was something off about his tone. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

• • •

Hammersmith, London

When she got to Hammersmith, where Bucky had told her to meet him, she found him standing in front of some shop, a look of anticipation on his face. Roxanne couldn't understand why he was acting so weird, but she put on a smile and greeted him warmly.

“Hey, baby.” Bucky’s arm snaked around Roxanne’s waist as he placed a kiss on her nose. She took in the scent of his mint gum as she pecked him on the cheek.

“You look nice.” He whispered softly, his hot breath hitting against her cheek. “What am I kidding? You always do.”

“Yeah. You look sharp yourself, John.” Roxanne ran her thumb over the collar of Bucky’s neatly ironed uniform. She couldn’t ignore that something felt different about this interaction. She wanted to say something, but before she could even open her mouth, Bucky cut her off.

“Come on. Let’s get out of this crappy weather.”

Roxanne nodded, keeping her eyes on Bucky, who didn’t even glance at her.

Bucky held onto her hand as he led her down the street to a quaint little cafe. The building read “Cafe Warsaw”. Looking through the large and open windows, Roxanne noticed the crammed tables, people young and old drinking and playing games. The atmosphere was loud and busy, and she couldn't help but grow anxious as she entered the crowded cafe.

As they sat down, Bucky kept his same content expression, which didn’t sit right with Roxanne. She could see the glazed look in his eyes and the slight wobble in his movements as he settled onto the bar stool beside her.

Bucky waved to the bartender and ordered a round of drinks without even looking at Roxanne. She watched in dismay as he downed a shot with no hesitation, his laughter ringing hollow in her ears. She didn’t even touch her own drink; the sight of Bucky’s reckless behavior made her stomach churn with unease.

"John, slow down. Your drink’s not going to run away." Roxanne said, her voice laced with concern as Bucky reached for a second shot.

Bucky chuckled, a little too loudly. “I know you’re probably pissed with me right now, Vernon.” he said, his words slightly slurred. “But I’m having the time of my life right now, you know that?”

Roxanne’s frown deepened. She couldn’t understand how Bucky could be enjoying himself in such a state. His carefree attitude only served to worry her more. She wasn’t having any of it.

“John, are you drunk?” Roxanne asked, trying to get to the bottom of his strange behavior.

“Me? Drunk? No, no, no.” He shook his head, his brows furrowing.“I’m just having a good time with my girl.” Bucky said with a wide smile. “Is a man not allowed to be around his woman? It is a weekend after all.”

“It’s Friday-” Roxanne started, but Bucky cut her off.

“Roxanne,” Bucky said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Relax, baby.”

Roxanne looked at him with a weak smile. She could see the alcohol-induced haze in his eyes and knew he wasn’t in his right mind. He was sure going to regret this by tomorrow morning.

Bucky put his shot glass back on the bar table with a loud thud. He brought his hand to cup her cheek, gliding his thumb over her soft jawline. “Rox, what’s got you all quiet?”

Roxanne was on the verge of knocking him out. But a cafe was not the place to do it. Instead, she held her tongue.

“I don’t know. Maybe the fact you forced me to leave work for drinks.” Roxanne moved her full shot glass away from her as Bucky nearly tipped it over with his arm. “I don’t even drink. You know that.”

“But we should be enjoying the fruits of our labor now, right?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

• • •

Later that night, Roxanne found herself on a crowded dance floor, dancing half-heartedly, trying to keep up with Bucky's erratic movements. He had dragged her out there even though she was unwilling. But even drunk, he was still able to charm her. Not that it was a good thing.

As they swayed to the music, Roxanne couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that hung in the air.

He continuously kissed her, not even allowing her a second to breathe. His hands rode up her hips and waist, not allowing her to move freely. Roxanne eventually gave up trying to pry him off of her and just did as he said. Enjoy it.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips clashed against his. While she was gentle on his lips, he was the complete opposite. He was practically biting her face off.

Roxanne didn’t know how to feel about this. Two days before, he had gone from the gentleman leaving her a fresh bouquet of roses to the man who was drunk out of his mind.

The music thumped in her ears, drowning out the noise of the crowded bar. Roxanne felt the heat of the bodies pressed against her, the smell of alcohol and sweat permeating the air. Bucky’s hands roamed freely, his touch possessive and demanding.

God, how could I get myself into a mess like this, Roxanne thought. She just wanted to leave this place already.

It was then that Bucky leaned in and whispered in her ear, his breath hot and boozy against her skin. "Let's get out of here," he slurred, his words barely coherent. Roxanne managed to pull away from his strong grip, then grabbing him by the arm and dragging him off the dancefloor.

She guided him out of the bar, got a cab, and got to Bucky’s hotel room, all with hopes that he’d sober up by morning. She was not about to bring the drunk major back to base and risk him losing his career.

• • •

As they settled in the large room, Bucky wasted no time in taking off his uniform.

Roxanne dropped her own belongings on the bed and rushed to Bucky's side as he almost stumbled in his haste to get out of his uniform.

“John, stop-” Roxanne reached out and held both of his arms, propping him up before he could fall. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes. You’re going to change in the bathroom, okay?” Roxanne tried to keep her voice firm, but there was a softness to her tone that betrayed her true feelings. She hated seeing Bucky like this, vulnerable and lost in a sea of alcohol and exhaustion.

“Jesus, Rox, you’re talking to me like I’m a child.” Bucky's words were slurred, his gaze unfocused as he tried to meet her eyes.

“Yeah, all because you decided to act like one.”

Roxanne found a couple outfits, none that were actually comfortable. After rummaging through everything in his bag, she stumbled upon a pair of sweatpants.

She got up on her feet and dropped the sweatpants in Bucky’s hand. He looked at her with a drunken smile.

“Come on, on your feet.” Roxanne took Bucky’s hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. She helped him lift himself off the bed, his weight heavy against her as they shuffled towards the bathroom.

“I can walk, you know.” Being as drunk as he was, Bucky was still stubborn.

“Good. Try not to fall. I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital now.” Roxanne guided Bucky towards the bathroom, her arm wrapped around his waist for support.

“But my girl’s a nurse. I’m sure she can take care of me.”

“It’s not during working hours and it’s almost the weekend, so you’re shit out of luck, Major.”

“I love it when you call me Major-” Bucky shook his head, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Just change your damn clothes.”

He then shut the door with a loud slam. He stumbled his way to the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing some cool water on his face. “You good in there?” Roxanne stood in front of the door, arms crossed as she waited for him to finish and change into some clean clothes.

As he dried his face with a towel, Bucky caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were bleary, his hair a mess, and he could see the flush of alcohol still lingering in his cheeks. “Yeah.” He let out a sigh before mustering up the strength to change into a fresh pair of sweatpants.

“Rox, you don’t have to stand there y’know. I can see your feet from under the door.”

“Okay.” Roxanne sighed before backing away from the door.

She exhaustedly roamed the room, examining every little object on Bucky’s nightstand from afar.

What got her attention was a little black velvet box that sat next to a card labeled “For my girl” sitting on the dresser. Roxanne had the urge to find out what was in it, but she felt bad going through things without Bucky’s permission.

She took off her coat and laid it down on the bed. As she sunk back in a chair, she pushed back one of the curtains, taking in the sight of the starry skyline.

Right now, she would normally be hanging out with the girls at a pub or they’d go out for a nice dinner. Why she chose to drop everything just for Bucky and his emotions didn’t leave her in a happy mood. Fortunately, this was only a one-time incident that she hoped wouldn’t occur again.

The silence lingered in the room as Bucky finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing more than sweatpants. He wasn’t as drunk as he was at the cafe, but he was still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

As Roxanne turned around, she couldn’t help but notice the unease in his demeanor, the way he avoided making eye contact with her. He didn’t say a word to her.

Roxanne let it go. For just a few minutes in her life, she wanted to enjoy some peace and quiet, something that she rarely got to enjoy.

Once she got bored of the silence, she turned to Bucky, who sat on the bed, keeping his eyes glued on Roxanne. He wasn’t staring at her with that drunken smile anymore. No. It was more of a look of remorse.

In all honesty, Roxanne was tired all because of her non-stop work that day. Too tired to talk to Bucky about him and his actions. But what good would it do for the both of them?

Taking a deep breath, Roxanne turned her whole body to face the exhausted looking Major.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Her voice was soft, filled with concern as she remained in the chair, watching Bucky shake his head in embarrassment.

he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he sank onto the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, avoiding Roxanne’s gaze. “I don’t know.”

She looked away from Bucky and back out the window.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be coming to the city to drink. You didn’t even tell me you’d be leaving.” Roxanne said calmly, still feeling a mix of hurt and frustration. She wasn’t going to shout in Bucky’s face as he was already in a drunken state. He’d probably forget everything she said the next day.

“I’m done with this, Rox.” Bucky said, his voice filled with frustration. He sounded a bit more sober now than before.

“Done with what?” Roxanne asked, confused.

“With having to leave you all the time. It’s killing me,” Bucky admitted, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. That was something Roxanne least expected to hear.

“That’s not your fault.”

Bucky went silent, the internal struggle evident on his face.

Roxanne made her way over to the bed, sitting down next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, offering comfort in the silence that surrounded them. "John, please talk to me."

"I just... I don't know how to handle it anymore. The constant leaving, the distance between us. It's tearing me apart." Bucky finally met Roxanne's gaze, his eyes filled with anguish. “With all these missions and all these men going down, I don’t know how to feel.” Bucky buried his face in his hands.

"I don’t want to lose you, Rox. But everyday it feels like I’m getting close to losing myself.”

“Hey, no, don’t say that. You’re not going to lose me.” Roxanne smiled softly, her heart breaking as the man she loved broke down. She ran her fingers through his tousled curls, trying to offer him some comfort.

He raised his head, his red eyes still visible to Roxanne. “How do you know for sure, Rox? How do you know I’m not going to die?” Bucky retorted, no optimism in his voice.

“You’ve made it this far, haven’t you?”

He went quiet, his gaze unfocused even though he was staring right at Roxanne. She felt like she wasn’t getting through to him, and it hurt her.

Roxanne took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. “Look, I don't care what your colonel says about any mission and what odds you may have. That doesn’t mean anything. But if you keep sitting here and saying that you’re going to die and that you feel like the end is near, then you’ve already given up on yourself.”

Roxanne sighed, trying to catch her breath after the outpouring of words. “I’m not going to let that happen. Even if you annoy the crap out of me sometimes, I still love you.”

He blinked, processing her words. Not once had he seen her get as agitated as she did.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to shower really quick. So, please don’t do anything stupid.”

Roxanne felt disgusted still being in her work clothes, with some spots of blood being visible. All she had in her bag was a slip dress that she got as a gift from her friend. That was the best she could do until she got back to base. She headed to the bathroom without glancing back at Bucky.

“Why do you put up with me?”

Roxanne stopped where she was, not turning her head. She couldn’t understand why Bucky would think of such things. Then again, it was the alcohol talking.

“Did you think dating me was the best you could do?”

Once again, she ignored him. All she wanted to do was shower without disruptions, but hearing all those words come out of his mouth felt like a slap in the face. If she were any other woman, she would’ve left without hesitation.

“Rox, please say something.”

Roxanne took a deep breath as she tried to keep her tears from spilling. She began to wonder why she even came when he asked. Was it worry? Desperation? Love?

She hated having to question herself like this. But what she hated even more was the fact that Bucky never acted like this.

“Just leave me alone, John. I’m not in the mood.”

She pushed open the bathroom door, leaving Bucky talking to himself as he continued his rant. She had had just about enough of his problems for the day.

• • •

After her shower, Roxanne made her way to the bed, where she found Bucky laying on the bed, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. She frowned, wondering if he had passed out while she was in the shower.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the opposite side of his. As she turned off the light on her nightstand, she felt a hand run down her arm. Startled, she turned to see Bucky looking at her with a sad smile on his face.

She was unsure of what to make of his expression. Despite his drunken state, there was something in his eyes that made her heart ache.

"Hey, Rox," Bucky said in a groggy voice, reaching out to touch her cheek. "I'm sorry for tonight."

Roxanne sighed, still unable to forget his actions and words that night. She knew Bucky probably didn’t mean anything bad. All she wished was that he’d just talk to her. To be honest about what he was feeling.

She reached out, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "It's okay, John," she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just go to sleep."

He nodded slowly before reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You’re too good to me," he murmured softly. "I’m one lucky son of a bitch, aren’t I?"

Roxanne tried to hold her laughter, but couldn’t stop herself once Bucky started chuckling.

“You know, I spent all of last week with Buck talking about you and what I should do about our relationship.” He propped himself up, moving next to Roxanne. “I already had something in mind, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”

Roxanne’s heart skipped a beat at Bucky’s words. “What did you have in mind?” she asked softly, anticipation building in her chest.

Without a word, Bucky made his way over to the dresser, where he picked up the little box that Roxanne had seen earlier. He walked back to the bed, gently pacing the box in her hand. “It would be better if I’d done this sober, but I-” She stared at Bucky, confused as to why he was acting all anxious.

“Open it.” Bucky sat down next to Roxanne, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Roxanne’s heart was racing as she opened the box, unsure of what she would find inside. As she lifted the lid, her eyes widened in surprise.

Nestled inside was a stunning diamond ring, sparkling in the dim light of the room.

“What is this?” Roxanne whispered as she removed the ring from the box, her voice filled with awe. Bucky grinned from ear to ear, already confirming what had come to Roxanne’s mind.

“Will you be my Mrs. Egan?”

Roxanne gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked up at Bucky, her heart overflowing with love and joy. “Yes. Yes I will.” With a smile that lit up the room, Bucky took the ring from Roxanne and slipped it onto her finger.

“John, you didn’t have to do this,” Roxanne said, overwhelmed with emotion.

“I wanted to.” Bucky looked down at the floor. “I figured we’d leave things official in case something happens to me.”

Roxanne felt a lump form in her throat as she heard those words. “I told you to stop saying that. You’re not going to die-”

“Baby, just listen to me, please.” Bucky interrupted softly. “I don’t know what this next mission will bring, but I love you more than anything and I want to make sure you’re taken care of no matter what, okay?” With his thumb, he wiped the tears streaming down Roxanne’s cheeks.

As she took in Bucky's words, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear creeping into her heart. The thought of losing him was unbearable, and the idea of being without him seemed impossible. But she knew deep down that he was right – anything could happen, and it was important to be prepared for the worst.

“Please, doll?” Bucky looked at her, eyes pleading. She was hesitant, but she couldn’t leave him without an answer.

“Okay.” She dried her tear-stained cheeks, nodding as she knew she had to accept the harsh reality of Bucky’s job.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding onto her as if he never wanted to let go. “Now, let’s not waste our time crying here. I wanna celebrate Mrs. Egan.”

Bucky traced his thumb against the strap of Roxanne’s slip dress, watching her with a mischievous grin. “The right way.”

#mota #masters of the air #mota fanfic #bucky egan #john egan #major john egan #bucky egan x oc #john egan x oc #major john egan x oc

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millionsvash · 10 months

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I saw that your requests are open. I wanted to request one with modern setting with Knives x Reader in which the two have hate sex. They both hate each other deeply, but a argument suddenly turned into them fucking eachother 💙

Sooo....This ended up being the longest request I've written so far....enjoy!

Pairing: Knives x Reader (AFAB) CW: NSFW. Minors DNI 🔞. Dubcon, Public Sex (?), Genital spanking, degradation, finishing inside. Word Count: 1.9k Read here on AO3

Typically, you were someone who got along with anyone. Even if it was a person you had distaste for, you always found ways to remain civil. You were a top student. You were passionate about your field of study and had gone to great lengths to ensure you knew the ins and outs of your field.

So when you were paired with another gifted student for a group assignment, you believed it was going to be a walk in the park. Looking back on it now, you realize you simply had too much faith in the world.

The assignment became nothing short of a nightmare for you. Your partner, Knives, had quite an ego. Yes, the grind he had put forth to reach this level was worth the praise, but it gave him no right to treat you like a dimwit.

Knives was critical of all the information you contributed. Despite providing trustworthy sources, he often whined that the information you presented must be shaky at best. Anytime you proved yourself correct, he would refuse to rescind or apologize for his comments.

You did your best to tolerate it all. There wasn't anyone who wanted to switch partners with you. If it was any consolation, the times when he wasn't fighting you proved to be slightly enjoyable. It turns out Knives is a somewhat interesting person when his inflated ego isn't getting in the way. However, It was doubtful you two would form any friendship out of this.

Your assignment was due tomorrow, so the two of you agreed to meet in the library to go over all the details. Once again, the two of you got into an argument. You had brought him back towards the academic book section, physically showing the tall blonde exactly where you sourced your information from. Yet he still refused to apologize for his remarks. You slam the book shut with great force, clutching it between your palms as weeks worth of anger finally boils over.

"You have absolutely no manners. You say whatever the hell you want, and as soon as you're proven wrong, you act like a toddler. I'm sick of it." You say it through clenched teeth.

You notice his arms crossed and his facial expression unchanging. He doesn't speak a word; perhaps he's letting you spill your mind before he defends himself. Whatever his plan is, it won't stop you from speaking your mind.

"You aren't any better than me. We are equals academically. We get the same grades, attend the same classes, and do the same work. You hold nothing superior to me. I don't know where the hell you got such a large ego from, but it’s annoying as fuck."

You take a deep breath before you continue.

"I even tried to switch partners, and no one wanted to work with you. Is having this massive ego worth knowing no one likes you? Do you understand that it's the sole reason no one wants to be friends with you? If being the world's most lonely and pathetic man is your goal, then congratulations; you did it. I sure as hell will never speak to you again after this. God, fuck you Knives."

By the end of your speech, your face is burning with anger. You can even feel yourself trembling as your hand shoves the book you held back into its spot on the rack. The lingering silence from him is even more infuriating; you can't take it anymore.

You turn on your heels, stepping away from the blonde. Your movements are quickly halted when a strong hand grabs your arm. You stand in place, waiting to hear what he's planning to say, but no words come from him. Instead, you're harshly shoved against the bookshelf, a discomforted whine leaving you as the shelves dig into your flesh. A large, strong body stands behind you, keeping you perfectly pinned in place.

"You're certainly one to talk about egos, but you're right. My ego is greatly inflated. Do you know why?" You feel his words tickle your ear, and a warm breath moves down your neck. "Because I am the greatest person in this school. Since you seem to think otherwise, I'm more than happy to show you your place compared to me."

A hand is placed over your mouth to quell your protest. The front of your skirt is hiked up just enough to allow his free hand access to your sex. His fingers stroked up and down the fabric of your thong, tracing the outline of your folds in a teasing manner.

You gasp from behind his hand, making a loud yell that comes out almost inaudible from under his grasp. You two are out in the open. The library wasn't packed, but all it would take is one person to walk past, and you two would be seen as clear as day. You knew a few other students were studying nearby. This was a different level of risk.

Knives knew that too. It's exactly why his hand held firm against your mouth. Part of him didn't care. No one was going to challenge him. Everyone knew who he was, and the status he held. Knives could do whatever he wanted.

You feel a hand harshly smack against your pussy, causing your knees to buckle gently as a shot of pain travels through your body. Yet at the same time, you feel a gentle throb from your clit. That hand comes down once more, a whimper escaping into his hand, causing the man above you to chuckle. His hand grabs your panties quickly, shoving them down to your knees.

Delicate fingers rub against your folds, spreading your developing wetness around. "Seriously? You're getting wet from this?" He whispers to you. "Yet another reason you aren't better than me." His fingers slide downward, teasing your entrance with curious fingers. "Physically, mentally, and academically, I am the best student in this school. Maybe you’re a close second." He pulls his fingers up, splitting them apart to show the thin line of slickness that came from you. "But when you’re getting turned on by this? Heh…" He brought his hand back down and shoved two fingers inside of your cunt, causing your back to arch against him.

Your drawn-out moan is safely muffled by his palm. Thankfully, the hand driving fingers in and out of your aching pussy is also supporting you. Your legs feel like jelly, and you want to collapse right there. This is humiliating, but fuck, you can’t deny you’re turned on. He knows exactly where to press inside of you, making sure his fingers hit that sensitive spot every single time. The wet sounds coming from between your legs are the only noise allowed to escape.

He only gives you the satisfaction of a few more pumps before pulling his fingers out, a needy whine leaving you as your pussy hates the emptiness. He removes his hand from your mouth for only a second, giving you no time to speak as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You made a surprised noise, as you could taste your own slickness on your tongue.

"Fuck, that’s hot…" Knives whispers those words so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Just hearing those words from his low voice sent a shot of heat between your legs, your slick pooling happily around his fingers.

His hand is quick to slap back over your mouth, making sure to be rough about it so you don’t forget your place. The quick hiss of a zipper being pulled down rings out, before you feel his erection rubbing against your wet folds. He really is serious about fucking you right there.

"Suck." He whispers to you, the command of his voice causing a bubble of heat in your stomach. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, and very soft whimpering moans come from you as he watches you with great interest. After a minute of work, he finally pops his fingers out, saliva trailing from your lips to his digits.

His words piss you off, but he gets exactly what he wants, as you have no control over the noises coming out of you, especially when the tip of his cock is ramming against that sweet spot. You begin to wonder where he even learned to fuck like this. How would anyone want to sleep with someone who has such a nasty attitude?

"Try not to make too much noise now." His voice is hushed and low, his teeth digging gently into your ear lobe as he pushes his cock inside you, and it is divine. It stretches you just right, and he makes sure to push himself all the way in, every inch filling you. Your muffled sounds are like a heavenly melody to him.

His free hand grabs one of your legs, holding it up and off to the side as he begins his rough thrusting inside of you. "You know, I like you better when these are the noises leaving your mouth. Hearing you bitch at me is no fun. Think you could moan a little more for me?"

Each thrust inside of you gives you your answer. He’s good—too good. He’s got you seeing stars every time his cock pushes in, whimpering and mewling every time he slowly pulls it back.

"Fuck…" He breathes out through his nose, his voice husky. "You feel so fucking good…"

Those words almost made your eyes roll back into your head. As much as you hated him, he was attractive. Just hearing him compliment you like that made you dizzy with lust. You’d never admit it, but you wouldn’t mind hooking up with him on a regular basis.

"It’s like your pussy was made for me. It takes me so perfectly." He whispers once more. The hand that supported your leg pushed it forward, allowing your foot to rest on the bookshelf. Fingers trailed up your thigh until they found your clit, rubbing in circles with a hurried pace to match the quickness of his thrusting.

It was all building up, and he knew it. The way your muffled moans became louder and more desperate. He had to use all his strength to keep you up. "Cum. Cum for me."

Your brain snaps. You throw your head back, his hand quick to follow as you cry out in pleasure, your cunt spasming around his cock as he continues his relentless thrusting, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible. A few hefty grunts escape before he shoves in deep, filling you up with his hot seed as a guttural moan comes from him.

The two of you relish in your highs for a moment before he pulls himself out and stuffs his cock back into his pants. He’s even kind enough to pull your thong back up for you, stepping back as he admires the fucked-out expression on your face.

"Come with me back to my dorm. I’ll show you some extra sources we can add to our project." He stepped away, hand motioning for you to follow.

That was a lie. You knew exactly what was going to happen.

That man royally pissed you off, but no one had ever made you cum as hard as he did. You followed him, ready to get to know him on a more personal level.

#trigun #trigun x reader #trigun fanfic #millions knives #knives #Knives x Reader #Millions Knives x Reader #Knives x You #Millions Knives x You #Millions Knives smut #breakfast is served!

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startouched--blog · 4 months

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hello!!!! can i have hcs with ichrio, samatoki, and kuko with their nonbinary significant other who is autistic and likes true crime and watches a lot of documentaries? i reaally need some autistic representation!

Hihi! sorry this took a little while to get to! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

SCENARIO - Ichiro, Samatoki, and Kuko having a s/o who enjoys watching documentaries with them, along with having some autism/nm

PAIRINGS - Ichiro x gn!reader // Samatoki x gn!reader // Kuko x gn!reader

GENRE - Headcanons, fluff, physical touch (not NSFW)

Ichiro Yamada ─── ✧

☇ Even though he likes anime a lot more, he can't really say no when you bounce around him and ask to spend the night watching something with you. ☇ He obviously loves spending this time with you, being able to see what you're interested in is a good way to know each other more, after all. ☇ He would set up a small area on his bed with a bunch of pillows and a blanket to wrap up in if you get cold, or something to rub your hand against. ☇ He would make some small snacks that you enjoy eating, just like he would when you were watching something he wanted to watch. ☇ Ichiro sits beside you and wraps an arm around you, making sure you were alright with the physical tough of course. ☇ Sometimes, you don't realize what time it is and get fixated on watching the documentary,, so Ichiro half the time needs to drag you away and get you to go to bed. " come on babe- it's time to get to bed, we got work tomorrow morning after all"

"nooooooooo, one more episode please?"

" fine fine, one more, then we go to bed"

Samatoki Aohitsugi ─── ✧

☇ Honestly, Samatoki seems like the type of person who would be interested in these sort of films or documentaries.

☇ Sometimes you two like to walk them while in the Yakuza building, just as a past time if you're waiting on something or need something to listen to while working on paperwork.

☇ When you're watching it at work, you tend to sit on one of the wheelie chairs and spin around in circles slowly, sitting in the chair backwards, every so often looking back at the screen instead of just listening to it.

☇ Samatoki works on his work and sometimes stops you from spinning so you don't get too dizzy.

☇ When you don't happen to be watching them, you two could talk for hours about what you just watched, usually a conversation over dinner or on the drive/walk home.

☇ When at home, Samatoki will cuddle you in bed and watch some of the documentaries with you, often ending up cuddling you all the way to sleep.

"jeez, can't even stay up long enough to finish the show"

"sleep well though, love"

Kuko Harai ─── ✧

☇ He is on the same wave length with you when you're bouncing around, asking him to watch something with you while he was done with his chores for the day,, very energetic and up to the task

☇ He'd sit you down somewhere in his room on his futon, cuddling up in a blanket with you, turning on one of the various documentaries you had put onto the watchlist.

☇ He tends to play with your hair while watching, either braiding it loosely or just weaving his fingers through,, Sometimes you do the same back, even though he didn't have much hair to do it to.

☇ He loves the long conversations you two are able to have after each documentary, talking either about how stupid one of the people in the documentary was, or just in general how the crime could have easily been avoided.

☇ eventually, there is the time where Kuko is called by his father to continue or start doing his work again, but he never really wanted to,, But no one can really defy their parents can they.

"it's alright, we can continue watching some later when that old man's in bed, alright?"

"alright,, don't take too long like last time!"

Hope this wasn't a bad set of headcanons! have a great day to whoever requested this and whoever is reading :D

#hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic #hypmic #ichiro yamada #samatoki aohitsugi #kuko harai #kuko x reader #samatoki x reader #ichiro x reader

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lifeisaboutbeeltits · 1 year

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( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★ Serendipitously ★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

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✎Character: Neutral gender MC (GN!MC), Simeon Obey Me!

All character and picture belong to: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All

🎂 Happy Birthday my malewife angel :D. One shot for you

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"MC, what is that thing you're holding?"

Simeon comes behind you and points at your diary. You're panicked and close the book instantly. "No, it's nothing!"

Simeon innocently just staring at you, "Oh, okay then"

"But, Simeon... What brings you here? ... What is that thing you're holding?" You're curiously looking at the handsome angel that sits in your window

No human in this world would expect a night where they're visited by an angel who brings bedtime stories. But Simeon, being an unexpected angel, does it. He is just laughing at your question, he scratched his ear awkwardly.

"It's actually... Luke's book. I just want to say "Good night" to you. I know I can text or call you, but... I want to say it directly... So... I came here... And forgot that I promised Luke to read one of his favorite stories"

You can't help but laugh at it, how come? Simeon always strikes you as a composed man, and now he's coming rushing to you just to say good night, and accidentally brings his son's book?

"Well then," you said. "You gonna read me a story now? Should I wash my feet first and come to bed, papa?"

"MC...." Simeon hid under his hand, it's so fun to tease him like this.

"Okay, fine. But since you're here, you can't just go off to Purgatory Hall now." You throw your eyes to House of Lamentation's garden, the only visible place in the middle of the dark night, "Wanna take a stroll?" Simeon nodded.

You both walked side by side, to avoid uneasiness, you both talk about the trivia. But in the end, Simeon just telling you a story from Luke's book he holds.

"... So the mama bear told them "It's time to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long adventure" and the babies fell asleep. Such a simple story, don't you think?"

"But, Simeon... Ain't we comin' here so you can escape my tease?"

"Eh, that's right - WAIT, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT-"

Oh, this clumsy angel~

You both sit down at the garden bench, letting the cold night air come and go. Yet, Simeon ear is still red.

"Aren't you cold, Simeon?"

"Y-Yeah, I do. But I can handle it, how about you?"

Seeing you shivering, Simeon's eyes widened a bit. He has nothing in his hand, so he hugs you.

"S-Simeon…?"

"Ops, sorry. You look cold, so I reflexively hug you"

His wide chest felt so warm, his arm holds you tightly, makes you feel comfortable to lean on.

"Simeon... Why did you being so clumsy today? I mean, I don't mind but... That's just strange, you even come to just to say good night to me"

"Uh... It's a secret"

You turned and looked into his eyes, "Hey, no secret between us"

"But it's... WAH-" Simeon jolted when you raise your arm. Your finger searching for his ticklish place.

"Wahahaha! No! MC, please!"

"Say it or no stop for it!

"Waaaah! No, please....!"

You continue to tickle him until you both fall from the garden bench.

"Oh MC, AHAHAHHA! No, please! I just want you to be the first to say "Happy birthday" for me! AHAHAHAHahaha..."

Now it's your turn to have red ears.

The night air being more cold and cold as the time pass by, but it's the heat who's brushing towards you two

"Uhm..."

"...."

"Sorry, I slipped up. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

Yeah, tomorrow is his birthday, but...

"Well, if you want it so bad, you can ask me tomorrow, no?"

"...Yeah, sorry. I don't mean to bother. Sorry for being so selfish and careless..."

The clock at House of Lamentation faintly tolling. 12 times, but the angel in front of you is busy burying his face behind his hand.

Simeon peeking through his finger, seeing your face just as blushed as himself. He raises his head and hugs you again.

"...MC, it's midnight already... Would you... Wish me the happy birthday...?"

He looked into your eyes with a spark of hope, as if he's ready to cry if you say no. Well, as if you would refuse him in the first place

"Happy birthday, Simeon. I wish you the best for this year. But I personally gonna wish you to be more clumsy"

" ! "

"Heheh, you're far more cute this way"

Now he's ready to dig a hole.

"Ah, uhm.... O-okay... If that's what you want... Thank you, MC"

He averts his gaze from you. You know for sure he's already trying to search for another topic.

"Ah, MC. Look, the moon is beautiful tonight"

"Now, did you just accidentally confess your love for me...?"

"Huh...? Oh! Hehehe, I just remember that was a way human confess their love to each other..."

"Oh, Simeon!"

You two burst out laughing.

Simeon still locks his eyes to yours, a calm gaze, his composed eyes. He's just smiling brightly, there's no voice coming out of his mouth. You're amazed by his tender expression.

"But that one was on purpose though"

#now i think about it this one shot is so long #ah yes Im still exist here #finally one wip posted #*putting aside 10 other draft*#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solmare #obey me fanfic #obey me simeon #shall we date obey me #obey me fic #obey me side characters #obey me mc #simeon x you #simeon x mc #simeon obey me #simeon x reader #gn!mc #gn!reader

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beanieman · 1 year

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A Very Specific Scenario That Reminds Me Of YTTD Characters But I Don't Elaborate On Why

Sara Chidouin - You're at the library looking for a book that calls to you. There's no specific genre or title you're looking for, just a sense of wanting something to read. Standing between the shelves, you spot some friends looking for a book. They greet you with a wave before you group up for a joint search. The idea seemed great until you get kicked out of the library for causing a disturbance.

Joe Tazuna - You tell a joke in a crowded room. Everyone laughs and looks at you like you're the funniest person in the vicinity. You'll spend the rest of your life chasing that high.

Gin Ibushi - A stray cat approaches you on the street. It's fluffy body rubs against your leg as it happily purrs in affection. For a moment you think it wants to go home with you, then you recall the leftover sandwich you have in your bag from lunch. You throw a part of the meat to the cat and it runs off with it quickly. You'd be offended if you weren't so amused.

Keiji Shinogi - You people watch as you sit on the park bench. You see a couple walking their dog walking hand in hand. You hear siblings loudly arguing about who will get the front seat. You taste smoke as a woman walks by with a cigarette, her hoodie looking made out of a soft fabric you can imagine the texture of. You smell cheap cologne as a man passes through. He meets your eyes and nods as if he understands what you're doing. It's the most relaxing part of the day.

More Undercut

Alice Yabusame - After seeing a picture of someone attractive online, you decide to cut your hair to mirror their style. The scissors are gripped tightly in your hand as you raise the blade to the strands of hair you no longer want to have. As the first cut removes a chunk of hair, you gasp to yourself, realizing you didn't mean to take off quite so much. Your next step is to quickly Google the names of hairstylists in your area, hoping one of them will have an appointment open for tomorrow.

Reko Yabusame - An energetic song plays over the car radio as you drive toward your road trip destination. Friends sit in the seats beside you sharing inside jokes and telling stories you've all created together. A part of you can't wait to get there and see what adventures await you, another wishes the moment would never end.

Nao Egokoro - You're a child on a summer afternoon who's been playing the pool for hours. The water is pleasantly warm, and your hair reeks of chlorine as the adult present asks if you want a popsicle. A grin races across your face as you enthusiastically request your favorite flavor.

Kazumi Mishima - You find an old journal tucked away in your dresser that you decide to read. You see the words and know they were yours, but they no longer belong to you. The version of you that wrote those logs is long gone as you've changed into a different person through the years. The realization couldn't be more bittersweet.

Q-taro Burgerberg - You struggle to lift the large box from the floor, your arms aching as the weight resists your grasp. You're about to give up and let someone else complete the task when a stranger greets you with a friendly smile and offers help. With their assistance, the box is moved with ease, their presence only lasting a brief moment longer as they wave goodbye and continue with their day. You still think of them from time to time.

Kai Satou - It's your first time cooking a new dish. Ingredients are laid out on the counter along with a recipe you plan to follow step by step. You're excited to try something new and nervous about what could go wrong. Even still, you do your best, and despite a few small mistakes, you're able to make a wonderful meal that makes you proud.

Kanna Kizuchi - The night should be dark, but you see a small light hovering by your face as the humid summer air engulfs you. You hold your hand out and let the small firefly land on your palm. It glows a vibrant light that makes you feel like a small child once more catching fireflies with your brother until your Mother calls you inside. You're torn from the memory when the bug flies off your hand toward the other lights shining vibrantly like a star.

Shin Tsukimi - You take a nap in the late afternoon and don't wake up until the moon is high in the sky. After a brief period of confusion, you walk through your house for a glass of water and realize everyone else went to bed long ago. You're the only one awake and decide to play on your phone until sunrise or sleep greets you. The bright light of your device illuminates your face as you open an app and start to scroll.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Your finger hovers over the send button as you look down at the text and read the message you wrote once more. It's a simple line of "Hey. How are you?" meant for a friend that faded from your life with time. A thousand questions and worries race through your mind as you wonder if it's worth sending, before eventually deciding against it.

Naomichi Kurumada - You settle into your seat at the theater for a movie you've looked forward to seeing since it was announced. The lights dim and you look up to the screen in joy as the title card flickers in. You glace at the people around you and they all share the same excited energy.

Anzu Kinashi - Your friend recommends you a new media that seems like it would be your thing. You only have to indulge in this media for a little bit to understand that this is going to be something that sticks with you. A rush of excitement pulses through your brain as you text friend to say how much you enjoyed it before looking for fandom content.

Mai Tsurugi - It's a major holiday and your family hosts. You wake up with the scent of food wafting through the air and the sound of a Hallmark movie is playing in the living room. You jump out of bed to help in the kitchen with a giddy feeling you only have at certain times of the year.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - You cross another item off your to do list as the late afternoon arrives and you aren't done with your chores. There's plenty left to do, and a frustrated sigh leaves your lips at the realization you're getting very little down time today.

Hinako Mishuku - Jack-o-lanterns cover the street as kids excitedly knock on each door looking a trick or treat. You put on your costume to greet them and hand out the candy they desire. Once the last child has left into the night you turn on your tv and flick through the various scary movies playing to decide which one will thrill you with scares tonight.

#This Is A Writing Exercise Before I Have To Do Something Similar For Class #YTTD #ranmaru kageyama #naomichi kurumada #Anzu Kinashi #mai tsurugi #shunsuke hayasaka #hinako mishuku #Shin Tsukimi #q taro burgerberg #Reko Yabusame #Nao Egokoro #Gin Ibushi #Kai Satou #Alice Yabusame #Joe Tazuna #sara chidouin #kanna kizuchi #keiji shinogi

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herzgeist-writes · 7 months

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Hii! I hope I'm not bother you but I just wanted to tell you that your friend hirsheyskisses suggested me to check your page and I love it! I'm a huge Law fan and i really love how you write about him! I find it so canon like 🥺✨️

If you don't mind i have a request for you, but only if you have time and if you're not already working on other things of course!

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 3.2k | Warnings: suggestive, slightly possessive Law, a hint of angst

Synopsis: After the Heart Pirates met up with the Straw Hats, the journey once more embarks, roaming the wonderous lands of Wano Kuni. The nights however grow colder from each day passing and the two joined forced decided to take rest at an onsen they happend to cross in the majestic mountains surrounding the flower capital. You decided to let yourself go and enjoy a relaxing evening in the hot springs. Turns out your ally, the Surgeon, had the same idea and 'vaguely' shows his interest in you.

A/N: A little 'from fluff to spice' OneShot for dear Kurage to enjoy! Thank you for your request, that was a delight to write! Really hope you like it ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

You sneeze. The cold of night got the better of you. Shivering, you rub your arms in attempt to keep yourself warm, but in vain. Usopp walks up beside you and tilts his head in concern: "Woah there! Want my jacket? You don't look so good." - "Thanks Usopp, I'm go-" Another sneeze interrupts you mid-sentence, leaving you disgruntled.

The curly hair hands over a tissue to you, giving you an ecouraging pat on your back. It helps for perhaps five minutes, until you hear Trafalgar call out to the group, that the next upcoming village is two hours footwalk in distance.

Completely knackered, your shoulders drop to that annoucement and you stop in place to take a breather. The others walk the path without noticing your backlash, growing smaller the more further they go. Yet only one person realises your absence, Sanji.

Practically running back to you, he shows his overdramatic worry for your fatigue: "(Y/n) my sweet! Are you alright?" As a reply, you smile meakly at him, thanking him for his kindness. Offering his arm for support, you gladly hook yours onto it.

After you catch up with everyone again, the man leading the group at front, gazes at you over his shoulder. Law, it appears, isn't very pleased with how the cook snuggles up against you, obviously courting you and boasting with his chivalry. Why does the sudden urge to swap that delusional blonde's heart with a slimey green old toad grow so vacant in his mind? Well, the Surgeon was rather close in doing so, but decided not to in the end.

"Ow guys! Check this out!", Franky calls and points at a wooden pathfinder, indicating a way up the mountains. Usopp reads out aloud: "To the Glowing Petal Onsen." Doesn't that sound inviting? A break in a warm and relaxing onsen would be a perfect opportunity to regain your energy again.

Luckily, it's only a thirty minutes hike up the makeshift cobblestone stairs. "Oi Tora-o, we've been marching for hours now. Wouldn't it be better to take a break and continue tomorrow morning?", Sanji turns to Law, still aiding you to walk steadily on your wobbly legs. The aloof man recognises the weariness in everybody, especially you, and agrees to the cook's term.

"We'll head to the capital, first thing in the morning. Let's rest to gather our strength.", your ally states, taking the stairs to the mysterious onsen. The others follow suit, including Sanji and you in tow. Tired, you hum with high hopes: "Can't wait to take a warm bath tonight!" - "You deserve it my dear! If only I could prepare a meal for you, I promise I could have made you feel better!"

The man beside you pouts and inches closer to you, helping you step up each uneven level. Wano Kuni is even more breathtaking from this height, a display of majestic mountains, an omnious city glowing in the valley's midst and the stars shining above, adorning the scene graciously.

The higher you go, the colder it gets. Not something you anticipate to say the least, but the onsen shouldn't be all too far away now. Hearing Usopp shout, he waves at you from afar: "Guys! I can see the hot springs! We're almost there!" About to approve is ignition with a content cheer, your knees give in due to a loose cobblestone beneath your feet and you tumble, face foward.

Ready for impact, you squeeze your eyes shut. Though you await pain in the next upcoming second, it doesn't happen to your wonder. Tender hands around your waist hold you in place, for the cook has caught you just in time: "Be careful my love, you're already in bad shape." - "I- thank you, Sanji."

It's the faint blush spreading over your cheeks, that lets him hum in delight, little rose coloured hearts practically visible above his head. You are aware, this man is utterly infatuated with every woman he sees, however you appreciate his courteous manners, yet not in all situations. At times they are driven to excess to your dismay.

Law attends you a few steps further, shooting an uplifted gaze at the blonde next to you: "Don't fall too far behind. I'd rather arrive before sunrise." This tells you he must have witnessed your slip a few moments ago. How embarrassing. Only one long stairway left, you proceed to the greatly awaited warm waters.

At first glance, the establishment insinuates to better leave this place, for the cottage's facade crumbles and peels off and the windows are bleak and damp. The rest however, a garden greets you with a wondrous diversity of flora and a water fountain splashes timidly by the entrance. In it's basin swim a dozen colourful and dazzling koi fish, floating towards you in curiousity, as soon as you walk past their pool.

All of you contemplate the view for a split second, fore you enter the remarkable hut. Following behind Sanji, a hefty grip hinders you mid-way, it's nobody else than the Surgeon, holding onto your wrist. You look up at the tall man. As he speaks, he lets you go: "I told you to wear warmer clothes. Do you even listen when I talk to you, (Y/n)-ya?"

The corners of your mouth tug upwards by hearing a trace of compassion in his voice. It pulls on your heartstrings, to think a haughty supernova like him cares about you. "Perhaps I forgot my jacket on purpose," the words purr out of you, a soft smile grazes your cherry lips as you brush your fingertips over his black lined chest, "to meet my favorite doctor again tonight, one on one."

Too proud to shy away from your silken fingers, gliding over his bare torso, he shudders, defying your appeal, yet futile. Enticed, he watches you walk up to the building. Almost inside, you look over your shoulder to enjoy how you achieved the utmost impossible, the Captain of the Heart pirates is flustered, shielding off the red radiance on his face with the brim of his hat.

With you finally gone, Law mutters to himself, shaking his head to your despicable behaviour: "That's what I get for letting my guard down. This woman . ." Don't get him wrong, his heart, just as much as his thoughts are racing, occupied with you and your irritating cuteness. What a nuisance.

The evening phases out calmly. Everyone obtained a room to sleep in and enjoys a relaxing bath in the hot springs at the back, soaking in the marvelous view. In all it's might and glory, the flower capital towers up in the plains below, close yet so far it seems. Lanterns in all colours and sizes enlighten the area around you, unrhythmic flickers of the flames warming up the already gorgeous ambience.

After you washed and wrapped yourself up in a comfortable white towel, you dunk a toe into the steaming water in the stone basin. Slow and steady you sink in and a low sigh escapes you by the hot sensation crawling up your body. Lucky for you, there are no other women visiting the onsen, so you are all by yourself.

The neighboring springs however are fully settled, reserved for men, quite obvious, as you hear Franky and Usopp bickering for utterly ridiculous reasons: "Oh my god, Franky! Can't you wear something more decent?" - "Watcha talkin' about, this is trendy!"

It tickles you, listening to those oafs. Leaning at the pool's edge to fully induldge the picture underneath, you feel your eyelids growing heavier with each deep inhale, becoming drowsy and completely unwinded. This is where you nod off quietly, your breath calm and even.

Reluctantly, Law puts his hat aside, storing it in a locker and heads over to the washing rooms with a white towel in hand. Grumbling something incohorrently, while scratching the back of his neck, he promptly reconsiders his choice of how to spend his evening very quickly. Recognising Sanji, sitting on one of the bathing stools, he opts to leave immediately, but it's too late. The cook greets him with an indifferent: "Tora-o."

Mirroring the blonde with a condescending: "Black-Leg-ya", Law takes a seat beside him, deftly ignoring the dark aura emitting from the Straw Hat. As if it takes his ultimate focus to clean his hands, the Surgeon fixates on the towel scrubbing his skin, avoiding Sanji at all costs, who stares Trafalgar down unrelentlessly. "If you dare to put your filthy grabbers on my sweet (Y/n), I'll stamp a boot mark on your oblivious male nurse's ass!" - "Can't you see I'm cleaning them at the moment? And dare I say they are capable of far more than just to 'grab'."

Outraged, the cook gets off his seat and towers over Law, who throws a cunning sneer at the now fuming man standing next to him. Thus the doctor speaks: "Listen, not that it should concern you, but if my knowledge about urology doesn't abandon me, you should check out your-" - "Oh go to hell, Tora-o! Just don't touch (Y/n) you creep! That's all I'm saying." Storming out the washrooms, Sanji slams the door shut behind him, leaving the supernova chuckling inwardly in triumph.

One of the oldest tricks in the book for Law. Nobody likes their health issues pointed out, especially men with a certain 'ego'. Finally alone, the Surgeon carries on with the clean up and drops by the hot springs, intending to ease the tension of his sore muscles.

On the way, he meets Franky, with Usopp in tow, apparently both of them are finished with their soak: "Oi Tora-o, you're late to the party." - "I prefer to settle in for the night by myself, Robo-ya." Respecting his space, the two Straw Hats wish him a good night and head off to their rooms. They're not always as troublesome as Law thought them to be, it is refreshing and reassuring to know.

The host, an old lady enters the women's hot springs, checking in on you: "Don't fall asleep on me, dearie! I'm not a trained life guard you know." She jests, snickering while tiding up the area. Torn out of your nap you yawn, assuring her with bashful grin. As the friendly woman leaves again, you stretch and shuffle in place, the ripples of the hot water tickling your skin.

Peace and quiet welcomes the exhausted doctor, inviting him over to the basin. Truly, the sight is mesmerizing, the cold of night visible due to the thick steam wafting over the waters. This wasn't such a bad idea, Law admitted.

Voices from the other side of the wooden fence catch his attention. It's the hostess and you. Interesting. Until he realises, that you're alone again, he hears your sighs of relief and water splashing only meters away from him. You are close.

Trafalgar recalls you saying, or better implying, that you'd like to see your 'favorite doctor' again tonight. One on one. As a matter of fact, he'd be lying, if he wouldn't want to see you on a lovely night like this as well. Hence, his loosend hand hovers before him from his stretched out arm, air whirling underneath his palm. 'Room' uttered in a low manner, follows his bidding and the light blue globe expands.

Back to snoozing, your eyes heavy and fluttered shut, you feel odd for some reason, the air shifts and the water splatters around you. You look up, only to find yourself seated in a different position, but the view is, almost, all the same. The stones of the pool took another shape and there are other plants surrounding the place.

Hold on. Spinning around you see Law standing at the springs edge, with only a white towel hanging loosely from his hips. Utterly dumbfounded you let of a tiny squeak and turn back around, believing this is presumably just a fever dream. Are you actually catching a cold? Your palm slams onto your forehead, trying to approve your thesis, however it could be arguable, if it's a fever or fluster heating you up from within.

Once more you face the other way, only to find yourself caged in from two long arms on each of your sides, propped against the stones. A broad and tattooed chest straight in your face, a deep chuckle emitting from it: "There I thought I'll have to drag your sorry behind to the springs myself. At least you know, what you have to do against an incoming cold, I'm proud of you." - "Spare me your hipocrisy, Trafalgar."

Not able to move, you stare into those steel grey eyes, which narrow at you. If it weren't for you, you'd say there is a hint of fervor hiding in his gaze, but that might only be your wishful thinking. Despite that, his face inches terribly close to yours, contradicting your recent theory. Law huffs in amusement: "I believe you wanted to see me, yet you seem perfectly fine. Want me to reschedule our little one on one?"

"Wasn't it you, who warped me over here? If you ask me, it's YOU who wanted to see me.", you give this tall figure a shove, to grant yourself some space to breathe. In response he hums sheepishly, teasing you to his heart's content. There is no need to counter your sassy backtalk, for Law drowns in your adorable demeanor, fully self assured he is the one calling the shots. He sits beside you, resting an ellbow on the edge of the pool and takes in the picturesque scenery.

You do the same, supporting your head by cupping your cheeks in your palms, on propped up arms. It is hard to stay quiet, the silence enhancing your nervosity, coming to realise who you're seated next to, practically naked. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", you mutter, stuck in your absentmindedness. Looking at you from the side, the corner of his lip turns upwards, hiding his truth from you with a wary 'Indeed'.

Though he doesn't face you, he adores your beauty, as much as he can muster, not wanting to discomfort you by all means. Nonetheless, he curses you and your womanly charms, as he occassionally sees your body unfold in ways he only dares to dream about, and even those are kept at strict limits.

Subtly, he shifts closer to you and his hand glides up your spine, pressing you into his frame. As you turn to him, you are met with a pair of hazed eyes. The water ripples strongly from the forceful pull. "What are you doing?", you question his sudden approach and his gaze switches between your lips and your deep e/c irises: "When the alliance between us ends, all of this . . you and I . . it simply cannot be anymore. But I fear I cannot accept it so easily."

The heart in your chest beats rapidly, competing a marathon. He is close, so much so you can feel his warm breath on your now shivering skin. Gently, his large hand drifts up and down your back, highly pensive, motioning you to listen to his vulnerable thoughts. Again, he draws you nearer, his cheek nuzzling against yours: "I can't bear the thought of you being with another. Though I . ." Law swallows the upcoming words, uncertain if he should proceed.

He trusts you to the fullest and the emotions you coax out of him are nothing but new and extraordinary to him. Giving it another go, he continues: "Though I cannot call you mine-" Interrupted by your hand on his jaw, your lips brush faintly against his as you straighten yourself to face him. It silences him and his worries, for you understand where he intends to direct this conversation.

"But I am already yours, Law.", you mumble into the kiss, letting your desire guide your hands along his neck and up his damp raven hair. Insecurity lets the man before you tremble, yet slowly but surely confidence grows, now fully comprehending the situation. Hitched breath brings his chest to heave irregularly and a sigh of relief escapes him in between lip locks.

His tongue finds a way through your puckered lips, longing to intensify and deepen your roiling passion for eachother. In a swift motion, you entangle you leg over his thigh, craving his closeness and warmth. Law fails to keep in a needy whimper as you accidentally glide over his arousal, animating you to encourage him further with your own lustfilled moans and whispers of sweet nothings.

Now straddling his lap, your fingers play with his golden earrings, rattling from the fine touches of your tips. Breaking the fervency, the doctor coos: "We are on mutual terms, if I'm not mistaken. Glad you agree with me." - "A simple 'I love you' will suffice, you arrogant fool . ." His low rumble reverberates through your body, the both of you smile into the kiss, drunk on eachothers love.

And for a moment you freeze up, as he pulls away for a second, staring deeply into your eyes before induldging himself into you again: "I adore you." Those words were barebly audible, setting your heart ablaze. Down and down you go, into the pit of lust and yearning, but the slam of a wooden door makes you shoot up immediately, straightening your posture and hopping off his lap.

If anyone ever witnessed this, they would have told you this could have been straight out of a romance novel. However, the one who actually spectates the scenario before him, can't believe his eyes. "Oh great heavens (Y-Y/n) what are you doi- TORA-O! HANDS OFF MY PRINCESS! You . . you-", it is Sanji, who loses his mind, catching you red handed, or rather red footed, as his leg begins to burn up in a bright red flame, about to attack the Surgeon. Law takes a stand before you, shielding you from the peering gawks of the perverted cook. "Are you blind? Not only my hands, my lips were on her as well. You should get your eyes checked, Black-Leg-ya.", provoking Sanji with his trademark smirk, he prepares his fighting stance, ready to defend any incoming rash assaults.

"I'll grind you to dust!", you hear your fellow Straw Hat yell at your lover. Trafalgar looks over his shoulder and reassures you with a mellow expression: "I apologize, but there is something I must clarify first with this dumbass. We will continue our little 'one on one' session another time, my heart."

The world changes around you, finding yourself in the women's hot springs again. You are overwhelmed by his genuine care and tenderness towards you, seeing those steel orbs soften, as soon as you enter the frame. Love incites your every fibre, hiding your face in your palms and squealing out of sheer disbelief.

Besides you having a heart attack, war breaks lose on the other side of the fence, hearing Sanji throw evil curses at Law, who deftly counters in sarcastic comments and arrogant notes.

What a night. Nonetheless you can't help but ponder, what would have happend if you weren't disturbed by Sanji? Oh what a night this could have been. And perhaps your darling doctor is devoted to continue where you left off?

Better be prepared, the nights in Wano Kuni grow colder with each day passing.

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karmalynn500 · 11 months

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Protective older brother

character ~ stu macher

Word count~2193

request~no ~ yes

warnings ~ mention of death, mention of cheating, insensitive reader, fighting, mentions of sex, ooc Stu? Sexual jokes, I think i prof read it but I’m not 100% sure..

“Stu stop” y/n giggled. Stu had snuck in through her window to avoid dewy, who had gotten really protective after the woodsboro massacre. Stu really liked to put his protectiveness to the test though, so now here he is starting to get loud even though he's not supposed to be here. “Your being to *laugh” loud” y/n giggled trying to squirm away, “you don't sound like you want me to stop, if anything it sounds like you want me to continue” he loudly teased. “Dewy can't know you're here! He’ll kill you” y/n managed to get out in between fits of giggles. “Aw you're no fun” he continued his attack not caring that dewy would be home any second now. y/n reached down grabbing his wondering hand, successfully stopping him before things went too far. “Ok babe, you really need to stop before dewy gets home, i think he hates you” stu smiled sweetly, “well if he kills me at least i get to see you, or maybe he can kill me while i'm thrusting inside you” stu wiggled his eyebrows, y/n blushed rolling her eyes. “Not tonight stu, dewy won't be here this weekend remember, you're going to have to wait” y/n leaned up and connected there lips, for a quick soft kiss. “No fun” stu teased against her lips. y/n laughed pecking his lips again. “y/n!” the unmistakable voice of her brother dewy called from down stairs. y/n pulled away from stu letting out a frustrated groan. “y/n whys your door locked” y/n rolled her eyes at how her brother was acting. “Cause dear brother, YOU NEVER KNOCK” she yelled pushing stu off her gently, y/n pointed to the widow, stu got the message quickly kissing y/n “i'll see you tomorrow but you need to leave” y/n whispered against the tall man's lips, stu pulled away with a small smile, “meet me at the lake” he whispered he went to leave but needed to add “oh and where a bikini, i want easy access” and with that he was gone. Y/n rolled her eyes before walking to the door where dewy was continuously knocking.

“Where are you going?” y/n cringed, turning to face a very unimpressed dewy. “To a friend's house” dewy raised an eyebrow, turning his attention to the bag in y/n’s hand. “You're taking your swimming bag” y/n cursed herself for not changing the bag before she attempted her escape. “Yeah my friend has a pool” y/n attempted to lie, “i know all your friends, and i also know the only one with a pool is stu” damn, “ok i'm going to the lake! So not to stu's house” y/n tried to save her, not going out with stu lie, “why were you lying hmm, are you hanging out with stu today!” y/n glared, dewey sent one back. “Ok so maybe i'm going to hang out with stu! He was my best friend before everything, you can't keep me away from him” y/n put her foot down, she was not going to take no for an answer. “But-” dewy started, y/n crossed her arms glare harding shaking her head. A car horn interrupted their glare off, causing the siblings to jump. y/n looked out the window next to the riley family door, billy's car sat parked in front of her house. y/n smirked, her eyes meeting dewy’s once more. “Billy's here gotta go bye” y/n yelled as she slammed the door behind her. She ran to Billy's car with a smile “ you are so lucky stu’s annoying, i wouldn't be here if not” Billy grunted as y/n got in the car, y/n rolled her eyes with a humores smile. “You sure it's not because you love me? Cause i get why you would, i'm the hottest” billy smirked while rolling his eyes.

Billy pulled up to the lake, motioning for y/n to get the fuck out. “Thank you Billy” y/n quickly hugged him before jumping out of the car. She walked down to a subtle little area, not a lot of people know about. Its the perfect spot for secret dates with your secret boyfriend. “y/n!” stu smiled running up to her, “hi honey” y/n smiled as stu wrapped his long arms around her, attaching to her bum. “I require kisses” stu leaned down with a smirk, y/n rolled her eyes jokingly before leaning up and kissing him sweetly. Stu smiled against her lips, “you ready to swim” she pulled away, stu frowned, shaking his head, “one more kiss” stu reconnected their lips. It was y/n’s turn to smile against his lips, and even though that basically broke the kiss, he kept her head in place, lips still touching. “I like your swimsuit” y/n giggled at Stu’s comment, rolling her eyes as she opened them to pull away, “you don't even know what it looks like, i'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts” he laughed, kissing her nose, “i know” stu pulled the shirt up and over y/n’s head, starting to strip her. “Now your pants” he backed away while licking his lips. “Oh my god, you're such a freak” she giggled before shimmig her way out of her pants.

y/n and stu spent the day mostly in the water, attacking each other with it. y/n’s stomach was starting to hurt from the amount of lake water she consumed while being dunked by stu, for the sixth time.. “Are you trying to kill me?” she tried to sound stern, but she was giggling too much for it to show. “Yes” he giggled back, y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. Stu lifted y/n, carrying her to the blanket he had laid out before y/n had even got there. Stu sat y/n down, before flopping onto his back next to her, “you know.. I have always loved you” stu sighed happily, bringing her hand to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on her palm. y/n layed down, putting her head on his chest. “Oh yeah? I thought you loved tatum” tate was a sore spot for the two, they had started dating two weeks before the party, stu had been working up to ending it with Tate. When she died y/n had ignored stu, she didn't blame him for tate's death she just felt bad and stu reminded her of what she had done. “I had always liked you.. But i thought tatum was cute, she was a good fuck and in my mind you didnt like me” stu shrugged. y/n drew patterns on his stomach as she thought. “Do you ever miss her?” she asked with a frown. “As bad as it sounds, not really.. She was always bitching” stu chuckled.

“y/n its midnight” dewy scolded as y/n stepped through the door. “Do you even move” y/n rolled her eyes once she realized her brother was in the same spot. “Yes, i get up to get food, now where were you cause you sure as hell weren't at the lake” of course he checked, y/n couldn't help the gare that settled on her face, “we went to the lake- dewy i know you don't trust him, but he didn't kill tate!” y/n sighed, wiping the frustrated tears from her eyes, dewy had this crazy theory that stu and billy killed everybody just because it was stu’s house, and both their girlfriends died. “You don't know that, stu didn't invite you remember, you had to find out through tatum, why would that be, your his best friend after all” y/n sighed, “i'm going to bed” as y/n was walking up the stairs she heard, “i don't trust him, he’ll kill you if you do”

“Wow! Your brother must really hate me” y/n jumped in surprise. “Stu what are you doing here” y/n scolded, stepping all the way into her room and locking the door. “Missed you” stu shrugged flopping back onto y/n’s bed definitely getting it wet. “Stuuu” y/n groaned, going to grab a towel for her and her wet boy. “Here take this and take a shower, i have some clothes you left here for when you get out” y/n shoved the towel into stu’s arms. “Yes your majesty” he jokingly bowed, before giggling and walking into the bathroom. y/n sighed, picking out what she was going to wear to bed. She settled on one of Stu's t-shirts and cute flower shorts. “Showers all yours” stu smirked when he noticed y/n checking him out. y/n couldn't help it, her boyfriend just came out of her bathroom in only a towel with water dripping down him, her eyes made contact with his v line, before slowly making there way up to his eyes, “we should have taken a shower together” he smirked walking over to her movies, “yeah well i needed to grab clothes” y/n shrugged. y/n kissed stu’s back before walking into the bathroom.

y/n’s sight was blurry, and the sun that peaked through her curtains burned her eyes. She was happily tucked into Stu's side. “How long have you been awake?” y/n asked, looking up and meeting stu’s blue eyes. “I don't know” stu shrugged before kissing y/n on the crown of her head. “Mmm, wish i could wake up like this every morning” y/n sighed happily, stu nodded. “You can, if you tell dewy about us” she frowned, turning to lay on her back, making sure to stay in stu’s arms. “Yeah cause that would go over well” y/n sat up, moving to sit on stu’s stomach, “he's going to find out one way or another, we should tell him rather than someone else or him catching us” stu shrugged, moving his hand to rest on y/n’s thighs. Sometimes when Stu showed just how smart he was, it upset y/n, this is one of those moments. “ stu, i love you… but give me a little bit of time to warm dewy up to you, he literally hates you” stu let out a joking “ouch” before pulling y/n down for a soft kiss.

“Dewy? I thought you were at work” it was around noon, and y/n had to get out of bed eventually, her and stu getting hungry happened to be what got her up. “Why is stu’s car a block down” y/n rolled her eyes, how did he connect a car a block down to stu.. “I don't know, probably slept with some chick, a block down” y/n shrugged putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. “Only old people live a block down” dewy glared “never stopped stu” y/n giggled at dewy’s gasp. “Really dewy, go to work! You're going to get fired if you keep doing this” dewy sighed, “yeah yeah” dewy waved me off before leaving.

Stu stayed all day, up until they heard Dewy's car pull up. “I'm going to take that as my que to leave” stu sighed. y/n frowned, she hated sneaking around with stu. “Maybe.. Maybe its time we tell dewy, im sure he will be happy to hear your not fucking some old grandma like i told him you were” stu giggled, pulling y/n into him, “old age has never stoped me” y/n kissed him softly, pulling away with a giggle, “thats why i said it”. y/n pulled stu down the stairs. “Well stu definitely wasnt fucking any old lady, unless their lie-” dewy looked up, not finishing his sentence. Dewys eyes went from stu, to y/n and stu’s intertwined hands. “No” y/n

rolled her eyes “no y/n you can't date him” dewey said sternly, “why” y/n frowned holding onto stu’s hand tighter. “Cause- hes our dead sister's boyfriend for starters” he shouted back, y/n glared “but he's not, she's dead dewy” he glared at y/n “no! No, no, no! He's bad news y/n, and im not letting you continue this!” y/n glared “you can't stop me, we just came down to tell you so we could stop sneaking around” y/n leaned into stu, “ew don't lean- ugh! There's no way he can protect you- he couldn't protect tatum” y/n frowned, “dewy, stu wasn't with tate at the time, you know this. And don't forget you were at that party to” y/n knew dewy blamed stu for tate's death, but it's time dewy admits it's not stu’s fault. “But he should have been” dewy had started crying by this point. “Dewy…” y/n ran into the living room, hugging him. “I'll give stu a chance- if he blows it don't expect me to like him, or let this continue” i smiled tightening my grip on dewy. “Thank you”

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